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ᯓ♡ 20!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 taeyong's wife , woozi's ruby , mrs. rover , and changbin's bunny ᯓᡣ𐭩 writer for svt + nct + atz ᯓᡣ𐭩 requests , thoughts , and thirsting always open !!

[xxtyongfs]

babygirl you're makin' me a beautiful jewel... ּ ֶָ֢.

ּ ֶָ֢. every time i look at you i keep turnin' red...

[xxtyongfs]

its been a while .

hi guys coming with a banger fic soon trust i've been in the hospital and everything's pissing me off . and i got bias wrecked by johnny so im a taejohn bias now .

[hencheri]

— ENHYPEN & what they’re into !

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. bfs!enhypen x fem!reader

| warnings. daddy kink, allusions to sub/dom dynamics, rough sex (nothing intense but still), squirting, idk very cute stuff overall ngl lol.

| a.n.: in my normie era pls i love it. let me know if i should do more <3 (i probably will anyway)

HEESEUNG — dry humping

having you close to him, still in your clothes, desperately humping each other turns him on to another level. he loves the friction it creates, especially how your clothed pussy rubs over his hard cock back and forth. the extra layers of clothes might be a bother to other people, but to heeseung, it's what makes everything ten times better. it makes you needier, so eager to reach your high and he's happy to help you, grinding his bulge harder against your cunt until you cum. you're always so frail in his arms after, shaking like a leaf, holding tight onto him. then comes his favourite part where he looks at the state of your panties, all soaked in your wetness, pulling them down your legs and revealing your sticky folds that he doesn't wait to push himself in between.

JAY — fingering

if there's one thing that jay loves more than making you cum around his cock, it's making you cum on his fingers. he has you in his lap, legs spread open for him, freely moaning into his ear to go harder, faster, and to please, let you cum. he doesn't let it happen until he's certain you're completely ruined, drunk on his fingers thrusting inside of you and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. "were you a good girl to daddy, today?" he asks, wanting you to comply to all of his demands, to say yes just because you need to cum so badly. you dumbly nod your head, promise jay that, yes, you were good to him today and he makes sure to reward you, letting you cum around his fingers while he kisses down your neck.

JAKE — hair pulling

it goes both ways; you gripping his locks tightly as he eats you out or him holding your hair as he pounds into you from behind. he thrills on the feeling of your fingers pulling on his hair when the pleasure is too much. you have to grip something, anything, and the first thing you reach is his head of black hair. he always hisses through his teeth when you accidentally pull a little too roughly, but he doesn't mind it at all, he loves it. it's the same thing when he has his cock into you, his hips slamming into your ass, having a fistful of your hair and shoving your head into the pillow to muffle down your moans or bring you in for a messy kiss.

SUNGHOON — anal

he's really obsessed with anal since always. if his porn search history isn't enough to tell, sleeping with him is. the first time he's with you, he's already talking about it; "what do you think about it?", "would you like to try?", "is it something you think you could enjoy?", and because you're as perverted as your boyfriend, of course you like it. he knows it's a process, but he's willing to do all that it takes to finally be able to fuck your ass. it doesn't stop there, though—sunghoon wants to eat your ass, too. there's just something about your moans, how melodic they sound, and your legs thrown over his shoulders, licking your rim while he circles your clit with his thumb. or the sight of your ass dripping from his cum, your poor cunt neglected as it clenches at the pace of your heartbeat. saying he's obsessed is an understatement—he's in love with it.

SUNOO — head

oral sex is simply sunoo's thing—you could even say he's an expert at it. making you feel good with his tongue is what he loves the most, really. there's nothing better than the sweet taste of your pussy in his mouth, licking and sucking like he would when kissing you. he doesn't use his fingers a lot, he prefers to make you cum solely with his mouth, but when he does, it always ends in a big, big mess. so that's why when he brings out a towel and places it underneath you, you know you're in for something intense. he loves to make you feel good, almost euphoric, because you praise him so much and you're so grateful to him after. sunoo's surely not against receiving either—after all the love he gives to your pussy, it's only fair you do the same for him.

JUNGWON — hickeys

he's a biter, and what's his favourite thing to bite? you. you always feel so soft against him, so small and perfect, he just has to bite you and leave his mark behind. your thighs, your breasts, your neck, your arms... he needs to suck on every patch of skin he sees on you. you're his girlfriend and he loves you—it's his way of cherishing you. but as much as he likes to mark you in love bites, he literally melts under your touch. jungwon's so whiny when you kiss him down his neck, so needy as your kisses turn into bites. they're sweet and soft like you, it tickles, and you're so cute trying to leave hickeys on him. he always pushes your hips down when you're straddling him, making you feel his hard cock through his clothes, tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you.

NIKI — making-out

it may sound boring or simple, but to niki, making-out is the total opposite of that... it's hot, wet, desperate and his favourite thing ever to do with you. he loves foreplay before anything, he could honestly only do that instead of sex and he'd be just as satisfied. you get so grabby when you're kissing; your fingers passing through his long hair or clenching around his t-shirt. niki gets as equally touchy, if not more. he's bold enough to sneak his hands under your top, even into your pants. you don't mind it—on the contrary, you like it so much. when his fingers ghost over your clothed pussy, you inevitably whine into his mouth, pressing your body closer to his if it's even possible at this point. niki loves to feel the heat of your cunt against him, and it's even better when he has his tongue in your mouth, his teeth biting your lips. he wants to be in charge, be the dominant one and guide you, but he quickly loses track of his thoughts once you start grinding your hips against his.

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a.n.: i still don't write for sunoo but i wanted to include him in this anyway <3 pls let me know what you think about these, should i make more for other groups?? again, i'd appreciate it so much if you could reblog/comment or send an ask, wtv you're the most comfortable with. it might seem short but it really took me a lot of time to write lol!! ty <33

[xxtyongfs]

help im flopping ..

[xxtyongfs]

bad alive + xiao dejun ? the english version lyrics have me kinda feral so ...

even when dejun told you that he didn't do relationships, you were still in love with him. dejun didn't push you away, though. he wouldn't, not when you were so obsessed with him.

more under cut ~

"just let me do it this once." xiaojun's hands traced up and down your body, going dangerously close to your breasts.

"dejun, no. not until you tell me what we are."

"you're-" his breath hitched on his throat. he didn't know what to respond. more than friends, but not lovers. "-someone very dear to me."

"tell me, dejun. for real. what. are. we." dejun kept going, ignoring your question completely. he pulled your jeans and panties down, getting straight to the point. you tried to close your thighs. even if you wanted him, you also wanted to feel love.

dejun forced your legs open, pressing his lips against your warm cunt. "taste so good baby, doesn't this feel nice?"

you didn't answer. dejun took that as a challenge. he slapped your pussy, moving to suck on your clit harshly. "dejun.."

"mm, yeah?" he answered you so softly, as if he wasn't ravaging your body. he bit your sensitive bundle of nerves, just hard enough to make you jolt up.

"answer- fuckk..- my question." you were still trying to push through, to show at least some dominance. it didn't work. no, not on xiao dejun.

"nope, not going to." he put 2 of his long digits inside and grinned at the lewd noises that come out. "my baby's so fucking hot, gonna cum for me?"

you shook your head no, but dejun knew. he moved his fingers faster, sucked your clit harder, and before you knew it, you felt your orgasm rush over you.

"felt good... dejun?" you barely recovered from your high before you notice dejun leaving.

"see you tomorrow, love." with that, he was gone, and you were alone on your bed, naked and pissed.

he just wanted you for your body, and you knew that, but you still loved him.

[seventeensrat]

Dorm Doll!

cw/tags: ot13 x reader (not all at the same time no one can do that), overstim, bondage, tickling (blink and you'll miss it), tummy rubbing, fluff but in a sexy way, sexual acts but in a fluffy way, cunnilingus, groping, thigh riding, fingering, somnophilia in jeonghan's, svt is referred to as brothers (how mahabharatha really should've gone), reader is "picked up like a little kid" in joshua's,(no pedophilia), innocence kink, slight petplay in jun's, reader wears cat ears, heavy objectification, exhibitionism, excessive use of commas.

EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL but negotiated off screen uhhhhh its just free-use on 300% softness

a/n: this is just svt brainrot I wrote at 1 am okay pls bear with me this is unedited and grammer is a foreign concept I was straight up jorking it in the stripped clubr to this I wanna be their pretty doll so fucking bad.

Oh, to be Seventeen's little free use doll, whom they treat like their own sex doll and comfort plushie at the same time. Minding your own business, writing or scrolling or reading? Not anymore :333 you're always getting swept off your feet— literally— because there is someone's strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor to be carried off to cuddle and touch. You can count on one hand the number of times you've been left alone without someone's hands on your skin. They pass you around, not just to be fucked dumb, but because everyone wants their turn to squeeze and play with their little dorm doll.

Movie nights would always end up with you stretched over multiple member's laps like a cat. Gentle hands draw up your arms above your head, half pinned down, half entwined with theirs. Your head is on one lap, your torso stretched over the next, legs in another's. In the darkness only lit up by the glow of the TV, it's hard to make out whose hand is petting your tit, pressing thumbs into the arch of your foot, or stroking the flat of your tummy. It's also hard to make out who's sliding fingers down your throat to keep your little whines muffled. Can't have you distracting them from the movie, right?

Seungcheol would be forever breaking up petty little fights that started from bickering over whose turn it was to have you (looking straight at bss) and taking it as an excuse to neatly pluck you from their arms and set you on his lap and wrap his arms around you. No amount of struggling will get you out of his grip, even though he finds it sooo adorable that you have to try so hard against a fraction of his strength. The squirming inadvertently makes him hard, so he flips you over so you're sideways on his lap, held up by one arm banding around your ribs, while he strokes along the curve of your back and gropes the flesh of your ass. Cheol is content with the softness of you on him, more than any completion.

Jeonghan thinks it's cute to ambush you. A midday nap is often interrupted by Hannie flopping on top of you and pressing his face into your back, sliding the point of his nose up the divot of your spine. Any and all activity is interrupted by him sliding behind you, hands sneaking under your shirt (if you're wearing one in the first place), squeezing your waist. He firmly believes there's no better place for his hands than the dip of your waist. That's where they end up even at night, sliding behind you on whomever's bed you're sleeping on for the night, his cock pushing into your warm, still wet heat. Fucking into you while wondering how many of his brothers had used you before he did.

Joshua, our resident sweetheart. He scoops you up like a child, both of you giggling, and sets off on little "adventures", as he was so fond of calling them. He affectionately pulls pretty clothes over you, dressing you how he pleases, then takes you shopping for more. Each outfit you try on earns you a little kiss. Shua thinks you're adorable in soft sweaters cropped too high, swishy floofy skirts that barely cover anything, cute stockings that hugged your thighs. He parades you around svt, forcing you to show off your new clothes, ignoring the blush high on your cheeks. No, his focus was completely on his teammates, watching their eyes darken at the glimpses of skin where delicate fabric rode up, where the pudge of your thigh stuck out over the lacy edge of the stocking. Later, he sets you on his lap— in front of everyone's hungry gazes— and knocks your knees open over his legs. Warm fingers soon find their place on your clit, further down to your hole. It's utter filth, the way his large hand stretches the fabric of your panties. Vulgar, really, when it's so obvious it doesn't belong there, but nothing feels more right when you fall apart around two of his fingers, his brothers' hands aching along his with the ghost of your release.

Junhui treats you more like a house cat than a sex doll. Always picking you up at random times of the day and carrying you to the couch, petting your hair, rubbing your back. He pokes your ribs and sides, just to see you twist away and push his hand down. Once, inexplicably, he grabbed your entire face as you would a cat you wanted to bother. The resulting cat fight (hehe) led to you straddling his face, your hands pinning his wrists down above his head. It was all a show really; he could push you off, flip you over, pin you down and have his wicked way with his dear kitty, all in the span of a breath, and you both know that. Yet, he let it happen because he loved the weight of you on his face, your pretty, breathy sighs and whimpers, your mewling when he didn't, wouldn't stop licking at your cunt. Jun loved when you initiated anything, cupping your pussy and affectionately calling you his "little cat in heat", scratching behind the cat ears he bought for you. He loved putting you face down ass up on the living room rug, where anyone could walk in on Jun slamming into you, one hand between your shoulder blades, the other pinning your wrists behind your back. If anyone walks in? Well, it's so commonplace they barely take note of it anymore, but sometimes—after a long day, or a hard practice— they push your teary face between their legs, cooing at how you rub your cheek against the bulge in their pants. Nothing relieves their stress and frustration like pushing your head down, large hand between your cat ears, seeing drool and cum and tears mix on your pretty face, but you curling up on Jun’s lap like a content cat comes in as a strong second.

Hoshi . Is bitey. Half man, half tiger, half toddler is really the only way you could even somewhat adequately describe him. He's forever teething against the soft inside of your thigh, licking at you until you cry, fucking into you like a rabid animal, pinching your cheeks and cooing over you, before burying his face in your neck and mouthing at the skin there. The other members teased you about the marks he left, pressing gently down on bruises new and faded. There was no embarassing Hoshi, not when he proudly showed them off when he could, yanking your head back by the hair, exposing the delicate arch of your throat. His tongue laved over the bites, tasting the salt of your skin, and he paid no heed to your incessant squirming. Your shoulders are always adorned with perfectly circular bitemarks, to the point where the others were concerned by them. What they didn't know, not until Hoshi walked out smug and shirtless after a shower, was how much you marked him up as well (to Mingyu's scandalized gasp). You were usually so pliant underneath them, your hands always pinned out of the way and held down, but Soonyoung adored when your small hands tried to grasp onto him, when your pretty, sharp nails clawed at his back and shoulders, struggling to withstand the onslaught of pleasure. The result? Long, fine scratches adorning his spine, shifting under the toned muscles of his back and biceps. He wears them proudly like his own tiger stripes.

Wonwoo is a cat maid enjoyer trustttt. He is also a little shit. Even without the frills of the costume, the cat ears and his hand are permanently on your head. Number 1 headpat giver. Reading? His hands are stroking your hair. Sleeping together? His thumb is brushing over the arch of your ear. You do something mildly cute (breathe)? Pat pat pat. Loves cuddling you like a plushie against his chest, both while lying down and sitting up. The cuteness aggression is unreal. At least, it is until the sadist in him takes over. He loves nothing more than locking a remote controlled vibe against you and making you do menial household chores like dusting and scrubbing in your pretty, too-short outfit that did nothing to hide whatever lacy thing you had on underneath. His favourite is when you are on your hands and knees, pretending to scrub the floor, the ridiculously frilly uniform soaked through with water, skin slippery with suds, smelling like soap and desperation, all because he turned the vibe up too high, too quickly. He makes you come like that, shaking and crying on the floor. Once. Twice. You were well on the way to the third when he gathers you up in his arms and sets you on his lap, uncaring of the water soaking through his clothes. He presses a firm hand over your pussy, forcing the toy against your clit, and lets you sob your way through your climax. Wonwoo is gentle when he cleans you up after, undoing the ties of your dress with nimble, long-fingered hands, lowering your spent body into a hot bath, cradling you until you fall fast asleep against his chest. Of course, not without innumerous headpats.

Woozi has 3 loves in his life: music, working out, and you. According to him, there was no reason not to combine any of the three, which found you in his studio, curled up on his lap. His hands absentmindedly kneaded at your flesh, sliding from your chest down to the curve of your waist, palming at your ass, then up and over your thigh, to the round of your calf. Even the delicate swell of your ankles and the arch of your foot was not untouched, pale, elegant fingers stroking the skin and squeezing the entirety of your foot. Between the quiet of the studio and his warm hands, you barely notice the haze of dreamland drawing its veil over your eyes, or soft cushions meeting your back. You wake up to the soft click-clack of the keyboard. stretching, you watch your lover work.

One moment, you had been lounging on the studio couch— the next, plucked from it by a Jihoon that seemed to stomp in from thin air. His face, bright like the full moon, hovered directly over you, eyes meeting yours, glinting with quiet mischief. You blinked, and then you were weightless, rising, and your usually reserved Jihoon? Doing barbell curls of all things, using you as exceptionally surprised piece of gym equipment. Usually, gym equipment did not stare at him with wide eyes and a mildly confused expression. Usually, gym equipment did not fist his shirt and cling to him. Usually, gym equipment was not this fucking adorable. What was Woozi to do with you, other than to set you on his cock and show you his new hip thrust PR?

Dokyeom gave Seungcheol and Hoshi a run for their money when it came to sheer clinginess, what with how you're folded into his side all the damn time. He's forever squishing you into his broad chest, arms and legs thrown around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Rarely would you get to cuddle him back, because he seemed to have made it his life mission to bring any straying limbs back to your body and make you as compact as possible. Slender, long fingers wrap around your delicate wrists and pin them down, with seemingly little effort, but you can't move an inch. Forget being a plushie— you act as his living, breathing body pillow, always warm to the touch. Your skin? Free real estate. His hands are always roaming, cupping the curve of your tit, pinching your nipples and tugging until you arch against him. Further down, squeezing the softness of your stomach and pinching the narrowest part of your waist. Further, and he's stroking your thighs almost reverently, higher and higher until his palm is flush against your cunt, and he pets that too. It seemed like sacrilege to call it dirty, sexual; the slow drag of his finger against your clit was worship, your whimpers hymnal, your pleasure his offering. The scrunch of your face when you come is enlightenment to him. When he flips you over and pins you underneath him, Dokyeom can't help but think you're his own miniature goddess stolen straight from altar, come to life and flushed and demanding under his reverant hands. When he's through with you, after carefully shaping your body into his, pressing you down into the mattress, bouncing you on his hips, drinking and eating from you until he can finally call himself somewhat sated, he cleans you like a devotee, presses his forehead against your sweat-damp stomach, and breathes you in, more fragrant than any incense.

You are Seventeen's doll, and Mingyu is their housewife. That's why he's always setting you on the counter next to him while he cooks, lovingly feeding you the first bite by hand. You looked so fragile to him like this, his oversized shirt falling off your shoulder, riding up your thighs, exposing impossibly soft skin. While dinner cooks, he spreads you on the counter as his appetizer, licking at you until you're begging him to let up, to give you a break. He finds your thrashing impossibly cute, how your thighs can't close around his shoulders, your helpless crying because it's too much for your little body to handle. It's so easy to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted, to hold you up and against him while he fucks into you. Some days, when he has too much energy, when practice and working out and taking care of others weren't enough, he would lift you up into the air and take you like that, your feet dangling off the floor. Out of everyone, you were the most doll-like with him, limp in his muscled arms while he uses you to his heart's desire. It had taken you so long to take him fully, needing days of prep before the first time. Days of him holding you down while he fingers you open, the pads of his fingers flush and rubbing against the soft, sensitive spot in you that your fingers could never reach by themselves. Days of Seventeen surprising you in the middle of the day by pushing a toy into you and forcing you to warm it. Days of Mingyu easing in inch by inch, making you come with each one, until you could finally, finally take his cock, flushed with pleasure and fullness and the endless praise spilling from his lips.

Minghao loves aesthetics. He asks you sit with him during his tea ceremonies, noting your perfect posture and neatly folded legs with an approving gaze. Everyone else is always bending you in half, but Minghao appreciates the neatness of your movement, the straight, elegant lines of your body, even in the mundane everyday— writing at your desk, molding the shape of your figure against one of his brothers', the swish of your skirt around your legs when you walked. It was in the smallest details to him— the tendons shifting under your hand, the stretch of an affectionate arm, the gentle arc of hipbone, the arch of your back off the bed when you come undone underneath his lips, his fingers, his cock. As far as Hao was concerned, this beauty was all the more perfect bound in cherry red rope, crisscrossing the narrow of your wrists and waist, digging into the fat of your hips and thighs. He spends hours with you in his studio, entwined together under warm afternoon sunlight, testing different patterns across your torso while your head leans against his chest. Every day was something different— arms tied to your ankles one day, calves and thighs bound together, forcing you to kneel, once tied to him while straddling him on a chair. The boundaries between his own touch and the bite of rope blurs, until the pinch of rope and the nip of teeth are one and the same.

You often called Seungkwan your "adorable boo bear", complete with holding up strands of his hair into fluffy bear ears. And indeed, he looked like a cartoon baby bear with his big eyes and clingy, soft tendencies. Evenings with him was always spent with you straddling him on the couch, your face buried in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around each other, breathing the other in. He cared for you in a way that was softer, warmer, care which seeped in through your pores until you glowed from the inside out. Beyond nagging you to eat and drink water 2982139 times a day, he fetched you meals himself, held bottles to your lips, and scolded your ear off. When you were on his lap, however, the praise was endless. He didn't fuck— he rolled his hips into yours slowly, hands grasping yours, pinning both of you down, kissing the planes of your face slack from pleasure. It wasn't a powerplay like with the others, either. His hands are exceedlingly gentle on your skin, holding you close, and closer, trying to merge the two of you together. Your own hand stroked his round cheek, resting soft against your palm. You were his doll and he was your boo bear, and that's all that mattered sometimes.

Vernon is the most peaceful of them all, never given to throwing you around like the others (or gnawing at you like Hoshi). It's simply enough to share company, and occassionally, cat reels. He holds you as casually as he does his phone, manspreading on the couch and setting you on his lap, wide hand palming the fat of your ass. The unspoken order—grind—hangs in the air, and you obediently oblige, pushing your hips against the seam of his pants, head falling into the perfect curve of his neck. He captures your lips with his, a soft, slick meeting. Unhurried, calm, like everything else was with him. He wasn't particularly inclined to pin you down and fuck you senseless (not that it didn't happen), but enjoyed the pressure of you on him, the gentle press of your hands against his chest. Afterwards, the two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand, space between your bodies like open fields ready for sowing.

Chan thinks you're the cutest ever, especially when snuggled up on his chest. He also thinks you're the cutest ever when you're overwhelmed and half dazed, making adorable little faces of pleasure and unable to speak from overstimulation. He likes making you whine into his neck and chest when his wandering hands squeeze a little too hard at your waist, ass and tits. Chan was always using his strength to his advantage, knowing it drove you insane, grining cheekily when it did. Your pleasure was his, and he carved that knowledge in your mind until you knew it better than you knew yourself. Eye contact is a must for him, to the point where he stops moving if your eyes fall shut from the pleasure. His favourite actvity? Placing you on one strong thigh, supported only by your entwined hands, and forcing you to grind and look at him until you're sobbing into his shoulder from exhaustion and frustration. His pants are soaked through, but you still couldn't find completion, needing more from him. Chan loved the desperate tears tracking down your face. Once he takes over, you wish you did it yourself— he's relentless, bouncing you on his thick thigh until you're cross-eyed and stupid from how good it feels. He keeps going, long after you've turned completely limp, using your body to vent his energy out. Afterwards, he collapses next you, and spoons you until you both fall asleep and wake up again, though you are significantly worse for wear. It's hard to stay mad when he flashes that boyish smile at you, with sweet kisses and promises of food.

a/n pt 2: if you see me post more fics with the same themes no you don't

feel free to ask if you want to see more from this universe (ot13 or member specific) because I have MULTIPLE scenarios that I haven't included here. Both fluff and smut reqs are accepted!

please send me asks/feedback/criticism/dms I do not bite

[xxtyongfs]

does any1 have any good poly smut fic recs ..?

[ne0pearl]

blue knees

TW: dubcon (?),daddy kink,bondage,power dynamics, ddlg undertones (she calls him dad),face slapping, spitting,unprotected sex,sadism,mentions of domestic violence and self harm,age gap (legal)

18+ MDNI

this is long,gross and totally self indulgent

aged up!eunseok (30s) x fem!reader

the low rumble of the underground train was threatening to lull her to sleep. but she could use that,she didn’t know where she was going. just took the train to nowhere. her throat was dry from screaming. her face soaked with tears,makeup smudged. her sides hurting from where her dad had kicked her. the dried blood sticking underneath her hoodie from where she had cut herself. a total mess.

it was nearing midnight,not a lot of people on the train to even question her appearance. there weren’t any people in the cart. so she sobbed. ragged breaths coming out of her mouth,shaky hands pulling the sleeves of her hoodie. when the train came to a halt,at another station,and the doors opened,that’s when she got silent. a few people got on,taking a seat far away from her,minding their business. she hadn’t looked up from her fidgeting hands in her lap. but she felt him. she felt a figure taking a seat right beside her. picking up her head to get a good look at him,expecting a drunk pervert who only sat down next to her to harass her.

what she didn’t expect was a salaryman. in a suit,briefcase in his hand. tall,thin. his hair was already a bit disheveled from the long day. bags under his eyes,a tired look in them. legs spread as he rested on his forearms,letting out a long sigh. she knew she was staring,but she didn’t care. he was very handsome. dark eyes and high cheekbones. adams apple prominent as he swallowed nothing. she felt her breath catch in her throat. he didn’t look at her. they just swayed with the train. his knee touched hers from an abrupt stop. a jolt of electricity spread through her from the contact. he didn’t move his knee,he kept it there,pressing against hers. still not looking at her.

his eyes were vacant as he stared ahead of him. she knew he was very tired. a salaryman getting off from work at almost midnight. he must’ve been exhausted. the train stopped at another station. and as he got up,without thinking,she got up as well. following him from out the door all the way up the stairs on the street. he didn’t turn,not even once. didn’t turn to look at her,didn’t turn to ask her why she followed him. it was impulsive. weirdly,she felt safe with this stranger. his presence next to her,his touch,made her forget everything. it made her forget about what had happened,it made her forget home.

she just existed in the moment,with this stranger who sat beside her even if the whole train cart was empty.

the city was already asleep,yet still active. few cars passing by on the street,dressed up people passing them,going to parties. then he entered a small corner store. she followed inside. he stopped in front of the fidge,opening it and grabbing a bottle of beer. “do you want anything?” it was the first time he spoke. his voice deep,but soft,holding a gentleness that made her shiver. she froze from the sudden interaction. she stayed quiet. nodding,he grabbed a strawberry milk and went to the cashier. “and a pack of parliments blue” his voice was addicting. his whole demeanor was addicting.

and then they were out the door,crossing a few alleys and finally reaching the entrance of an apartment complex. it was one of the big ones,but not the fanciest. certainly way better from where she was living. he pressed the button for the elevator and they waited in silence for a few seconds. as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside,she felt her heart pick up. they were alone. truly alone. in a confined space. she took a quick look at him. his expression was the same. vacant,tired. when they reached the 11th floor,he stepped out,her following quickly behind.

going down a long hallway and taking a few turns,he stopped in front of a door,taking out his keys and unlocking it. surprisingly,he held the door open for her,letting her in first. she stepped into the apartment,he followed behind,shutting the door and locking it. turning on the light,he took off his shoes. so did she. he went to the kitchen,placing the beer and strawberry milk on the counter so he could get rid of his blazer. he let out a satisfactory groan as he tossed it on a chair and loosened a few buttons of his shirt. she just stood in the corner,silently watching,her fingernails digging into her palms. he opened the beer,then stabbed the straw in the strawberry milk. “here” he handed it to her as he went to the couch,tossing the parliaments on the coffee table.

she stared at the milk in her hand,taking a little sip before looking back at him. he turned on the tv and immediately lit a cigarette. his apartment was modern,but not that tidy. it smelt faintly of smoke and cologne. a few bottles of beer scattered on the coffee table and an overflowing ashtray. she watched him from the doorway,frozen in place. the drink in her hand making her heart leap. the single act of kindness,of buying her something even when she didn’t say anything,made her chest tight. she has never felt anything like this.

“come here kid” he was looking at her,his voice still soft but a little stern as he signaled her to sit next to him with a tilt of his head. she didn’t even process his words before her legs were guiding her to the couch.

she sat down,slowly,her ribs still hurting. she couldn’t help a silent wince escaping her. he definitely heard as he watched her intensely. dark eyes following the trace of her body. she felt it too. now she didn’t dare to look at him like she did on the train. it was his turn. his hand moved her hair behind her shoulder,his fingers grazing her nape for a quick second. “you must be hot” he said,his fingers going to the zipper of her light pink hoodie. slowly pulling it down,he helped her take her hoodie off. and she let him. even if she wasn’t feeling hot in the slightest. he watched in amusement as she listened to his command,again. fascinating,he thought. underneath she had a normal short sleeved shirt.

his eyes went to her scars. some were faded,some scabbed,some with dried blood. they looked brand new. she felt his stare on them. her hands unconsciously going to cover them. but he gently pried them away. “somebody hurt you?” he inquired,she shook her head,”no,they’re self inflicted”. he let out a low chuckle at her answer. “but somebody caused them” finally she looked back at him. his face held an inexplicable expression. he looked somewhere between amused and concerned. she couldn’t read him. his hand went to her hair again,fingertips gently resting on her nape. “and this?” his thumb pressed on her jaw,where a bruise was blooming underneath. she winced from the pressure,her eyes darting around the room.

“my family-“ his thumb pressed harder,probing her for a more detailed answer,”my dad”. he contracted his thumb and went back to massaging the back of her neck,his thumb grazing the bruise gently. his dark eyes watched her figure in amusement. he examined how easily she submitted to him. how long will it take to break her? “stand up” it was a command once again. without a word,she stood up in front of him. setting the beer down on the table,his fingers grazed the elastic band of her yoga pants. he slowly pulled them down. she stayed quiet,letting him take off her pants without protest. he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle as his hand gripped her ankle,getting her completely out of them.

she stood still,waiting for further instructions from him. he kept her there for a minute,as he plucked another cigarette from the box. then he lounged back on the couch,legs spreading impossibly wide as he sighed. patting his lap and putting on the sweetest voice he had,he said,”come here”. but before she could even move,he grabbed her wrist,yanking her onto his lap. she yelped in surprise. his hand circled her waist, squeezing tightly. she winced from the pain,his fingers grazing her bruised ribs from over her shirt. “here too?” he asked,voice still sweet,concerned. she just nodded with a small ‘mhm’.

he smiled in return. it wasn’t genuine,there was something sinister behind it. he basked in how small he was making her feel. small and cared for. “oh baby” he sighed,his hand gently caressing her cheek,the cigarette still between his finger. a bit of smoke going in her eye. but the sting didn't bother her. "want me to kiss it better?" his voice took a condescending tone as he took a drag from his cigarette. she nodded,shutting her eyes momentarily as he blew smoke in her face.

"use your words baby" he said sternly. "yes" it was barely a whisper,her voice catching in her throat as she felt his large hand traveling from her ribs to rest on her tigh. "i want you to say it,exact words" a chill ran down her spine with the way he said it.

"i want you to kiss it better".

she spoke,her tone uncertain,afraid she'll somehow do something wrong. he studied her as she said it. eyes darting everywhere,hands shaky. his lip went between his teeth as his eyes went down her body. the hand on her thigh slowly went up her shirt,lifting it,showcasing her plain white panties. calloused fingers grazing the soft skin of her tummy,then her bruised ribs. she didn't expect what came next. at first she felt a light sting on her stomach,then came the burning sensation. as he put the cigarette out on her stomach,she let out a breathless scream. gripping his arm,wiggling in his lap from the pain.

"shh,it's alright" he held her tighter as he comforted her. he tossed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. he looked at her again,a few tears streaming down her face,breath coming out in uneven intervals as she tried to calm down from the pain. he rubbed circles at her sides,soothing her. she didn't say anything. she didn't protest,she didn't get up and leave. just melted in his touch. eunseok couldn't help the hard on from forming. you took anything he gave you.

resting his hand on her nape once again,he pulled her in for a kiss. she yelped in surprise as he placed a deep kiss on her lips. the kiss wasn't rough,it was gentle and possessive at the same time. he held her tightly in his arms as his lips moved against hers. teeth grazing as she opened her mouth slightly. his tongue found hers as they swirled in an opened mouthed kiss. a small bead of spit gathered on the corner of her mouth,slowly sliding down. his other hand wrapped around her thigh,gripping it as he maneuvered her on his lap. she was now straddling him. she moaned as the rough material of his pants brushed against her barely covered cunt.

“you stupid little girl. following an older man into his apartment,letting him do whatever he wants with you” his voice was low against her mouth,his dirty words sending a shiver down her spine,making her twitch in his lap.

he pulled back,his hands gripping her hips harshly as he guided her to grind on his bulge. she gasped as she felt his excitement. "dad-" the words slipped out of her mouth,but she quickly shut herself up,hand flying to her mouth from embarrassment. he chuckled at her reaction,"no need to be shy,princess". her lips stayed sealed shut,still embarrassed. "go on. you can call me dad,it's okay" he caressed her cheek,his tone reassuring. she still stayed silent. another gasp left her lips as he bucked his hips against hers,her cunt coming in contact with his bulge. gripping his shoulder,she whimpered a small 'dad'. eunseok smiled,clearly pleased with her reaction.

"good girl" tapping her on her face sternly,he continued,"come kiss daddy again". leaning down,her lips met his. this time the kiss was rougher. lips moving in sync,heads moving from one side to the other. his hand gripped her ass,her teeth softly biting on his lower lip. hips moving over his bulge ever so slightly. his moan rumbled through her,sending a spark down her front. then he pulled back again. "get off" she did. with shaky legs,she got off his lap. he stood up after,his hands going to the hem of her shirt and tugging it off with urgency.

his eyes were even darker now,in the soft night light. grabbing her by the arm,he tossed her on the couch,face down. quickly grabbing her legs so her whole body was splayed out on the couch. then he straddled her hips. she didn't say anything,just whimpered. the grip on her wrists was painful as he put them behind her back. holding them with one hand,the other went to unbuckle his belt. she hard the clinking of his belt and her heart sped up. then she felt the leather on her wrists. he tied his belt around them as tightly as possible. the leather digging in her skin,but the pain felt good,delicious almost.

grabbing her bound wrists,he pulled her from the couch,maneuvering her to her knees. he looked down at her,palming his bulge. he stood tall,proud as he looked down at her almost naked form. still in her bra and underwear,bruises blooming in some places. scabbed cuts,visible veins from rapid weight gain and weight loss. she looked perfect. broken and vulnerable.

undoing the button on his slacks and sliding the zipper down,he took his cock out from his briefs. it sprang hard and red. veins protruding along his shaft,head bulbous,a bead of precum already leaking out from his tip. taking the base in his hand,he slapped the heavy shaft on her face. she blinked in surprise,but didn't break his stare. he slapped it again,this time against her lips. "open" he instructed. as she opened her mouth,she took his head in,tongue lightly licking the tip. a hand went into her hair,gripping it harshly,"wider". she opened wider as he guided his cock deeper into her mouth.

closing her lips near the base,she hollowed her cheeks. he groaned above her,hand gripping her hair tighter,scalp stinging. he unbottned his white shirt as he started moving his hips,lightly at first. "how'd i get so lucky -fuck-" his groan rumbled through the quiet apartment. he began to pick up his speed slowly. "good -fucking- girl,look at me" he tapped her cheek with his other hand. she looked up at him through wet lashes. he was looking down at her with his mouth slightly agape,his eyebrows furrowed. her lips shiny with spit,stretched around his cock.

moaning out loud again,with a strained voice he said,"you're sucking dad off so well".

her thighs clenched at his words. she could already feel her knees bruising. "so obedient,only for me. right baby?" with that he pulled her off his cock by her hair. she gasped for air. "yes" was all she could muster up as she coughed. but his brows furrowed in disappointment as he harshly slapped her across the face. "you still don't know how to respond well,i guess i'm too soft with you" as he pulled her back down on his cock. this time his thrusts were rougher. gagging and sputtering as he held onto her head harshly,she could only take it. she had no other choice.

the sight underneath him was heavenly. spit running down the sides of her mouth,brows scrunched as a few tears escaped her eyes. doe eyes looking up at him,pleading. it was perfect. he pulled her off again,not wanting to cum so quickly. hands still in her hair,he threw her on the couch. face squished down on the leather as he grabbed her hips,positioning them upwards.

he pulled down her plain white underwear to her mid thigh. he groaned at the sight of her glistening pussy. tapping his bulbous head,he spread her wetness around her lips. all she could do was whimper in response. his tip grazed her entrance a few times,before he finally pushed in. "fuck,princess" he groaned,deeply. as he slowly sunk deeper,he could only grunt at the sensation. tight walls squeezing him,"so fucking tight, babydoll,you're almost pushing me out". but he kept going forward. a strangled moan left her mouth as he bottomed out,hips flush against her.

his hands squeezed her hips as he started rocking his hips. a deep guttural groan left him as he almost immediately picked up his pace. the lewd sounds from her wetness made him almost feral. she whimpered with every move. every thrust sending her forward. one hand went to the knotted belt on her wrists to hold her as he picked up a rougher pace. "-fuck- say my name baby" his voice was strained. "dad!" she cried out,her voice muffled. but he still heard it.

she whined as he pulled out of her,craning her neck to look back at him. with a few quick moves,he manhandled her on her back. hurriedly taking off her underwear until it was hanging off her ankle.her restrained hands making her uncomfortable in this position. but she soon forgot about that feeling as she felt him lining up his cock with her slick entrance once again. one of his hands going under her thigh to hold her as the other wrapped around her neck. he started pounding into her with the same force as before. she let out a strangled moan at the feeling of his hand squeezing her neck and the burn between her thighs.

with his hips meeting hers harshly,he gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting on her face. the sound lewd,taking her aback. she closed her eyes instinctively as his spit hit her face. with the hand on his neck he spread it around,lightly chuckling at her reaction. then he did it again. spit on her and spread it around her face. all while mercilessly pounding her. he felt her squeezing around him and smirked,"you fucking like this?". he wanted to sound angry to toy with her,but he sounded amused instead. his thumb prodded her lips until she opened,sucking his thumb in. her tongue swirled around his fingertip. he took it out spreading her spit around her mouth before putting it back in.

her walls squeezed around him again,tightly. he groaned as he pulled out for a second and watched a stream of clear liquid coming out of her. she suckled on his thumb as she squirted on his cock and it took everything in him not to cum right there. "you dirty girl" he chuckled,amused,burying himself inside again and returning to the previous pace. she whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching her again. it was filthy. the sound of skin on slapping on skin filled the apartment,along with the lewd noises of her wetness and the mess she made a few moments ago.

his pace became erratic,his hands squeezing her neck tighter. "dad is gonna cum" he announced,bending down to give her an open mouth kiss. teeth clashing against teeth. his lips sucking on her bottom lip. darting his tongue out he licked a stripe along her cheek before going back to sucking her lips. his hand still gripping her neck. "dad is gonna put a baby in you,okay?" he spoke against her mouth,his voice hushed,breath uneven. squeezing her thighs,his hips flush against hers,he came with a guttural groan. his hot breath hitting her face as he closed his eyes,mouth wide,eyebrows furrowed. he stayed buried deep,his cock twitching as he spilled inside her.

he stayed still inside for a few more seconds. breathing heavily above her,droplets of sweat dropped down on her. his hair still disheveled and sticking to his forehead. his pupils blown from pleasure. he looked down at her,his hand caressing her face,sticky from her tears and his spit. her lips were swollen from his kisses,eyelashes wet from crying. he admired her for a moment before pulling out. his cum trickled down her pussy,some smearing on her outer lips.

he tucked himself back in,zipping his fly,buttoning his shirt. as he ran a hand through his hair,he helped her untie his belt and freeing her wrists. she laid there,her chest rising up heavily,her mouth still open. he grabbed a towel from the kitchen,wetting it with warm water before cleaning her up. he helped her put her underwear and shirt back on,her hands shaky as she held onto him. he sat down next to her,reaching for his parliments,lightning one before he leaned back.

her head lightly leaned on his shoulder,testing the waters. he exhaled,smoke filling her senses as he put an arm around her shoulder,pulling her closer. he turned on the tv,the chatter from the channels filling the now silent apartment. she leaned deeper into him,drowning in his scent as he puffed his cigarette. rubbing circles on her arm,he let out a deep sigh. as his eyes stung with exhaustion,he looked down at the broken girl sleeping soundly in his embrace.

[xxtyongfs]

i love enha but i fear bad desire was a bit mid ...

[xxtyongfs]

yeosang with degrading & spit kink pls ! a rough sex with him too 🤤🤤🤤

thank you for the first ateez request my love ! i hope this turns out well !

yeosang thought of himself as a pretty kind person . he treated you right , and you were always left satisfied with the sex . well , until one day .

more under cut ~ !

"please yeo..?" you plead, spreading your legs a little wider for him.

yeosang hesitates for a second, before huffing. he goes down to your cunt and blows warm air on it. when he notices your thighs jolting, he spits on it, clear liquid running down like honey. "such a whore.." he eats you out like a man starved, licking up all your precious liquids.

"hey, why'd you stop?" you whine once yeosang pulls away as you're about to cum.

"you should cum on my dick, shouldn't you baby?" he takes your face with your chin and makes you nod, before spitting straight on your face. "beg me."

"please please please? i've been so good?" you tug on his sweatpants, dragging them down and his boxers following suit.

"should i really give it to you?" yeosang folds you in half, teasing his leaky tip against your folds.

you feel hot tears beginning to sting your eyes. "not bein' fair yeo, please fuck me."

"whatever my slut wants," he says, before thrusting harshly inside you.

[mulloey]

good girls make do

dom!hendery x sub!reader, degradation, praise, shoe grinding, hints of pet play dynamics, dick worship, humiliation etc

part of my 2k event.

for @hencheri

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“When’s the last time you came?”

It’s been too long since you did this; since you had each other like this. You on your knees—stripped, submissive, worshipping. Him, comfortable and clothed in the chair above you. Dominant, patient, but focused. Focused on you; on this.

“A month ago, sir.” Fuck, it’s painful to even say it.

“One whole month.” He sounds impressed; proud, even. It’s rare for him to let that seep into his voice, but one month is no small feat for you—but Hendery’s been away, off performing here and there and everywhere, and the rules are clear and absolute and without exception.

You don’t cum without him. Without his touch, his permission, his supervision.

At this point, you wouldn’t even know how.

He hums. “You want to cum tonight?”

“Please, sir.”

He’s silent for a moment, face blank; gaze focused. He leans back, foot tapping against the floor. He looks thoughtful for a second, like he’s pondering something, and you wait patiently for him to make up his mind. Not like you’d have any other choice, anyway; nothing ever happens on your terms. Not in these moments, anyway; in these moments, everything—choice, control, you—belongs to Hendery.

“Fine,” he says, finally. “You’ll cum for me, nice and hard and gushing just like I trained you to, until you can't think of anything except me and us. Ever. Is that what you want?”

Your breath hitches, caught in your throat. That’s not what you want—want is far too small a word to convey how desperately and viscerally you need that. Need to let go and unravel the way only he can make you; need to go dumb on it and stay like that until he tells you otherwise. Need to think of nothing and no one but him, him, him.

“Please sir,” you whisper. It comes out as more of a sob. “Dery, please.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. There’s a small, subtle flush creeping up his neck; a momentary lapse in the stern, authoritative persona only you get to see in quite this way. It’s cute—or it would be, were it not for the way his eyes narrow, fists clenching against the armrest like he’s about to snap. “So good for me,” he grunts. “So pretty on your knees, I should keep you there all the time. Pets don’t need to walk, do they?”

“No sir.”

It’s silent for a moment; the air is thick, tense, anticipating. You wait for him to move, to speak; to tell you to stand, or crawl, or get into whatever position he’s chosen for tonight. Whatever position he’s chosen to break you in.

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t do anything except stare. Finally he raises an eyebrow, head tilting, challenging, like you’ve already fallen short. “Well?” He asks. “Are you waiting for something?”

“You said—”

“Oh, I know exactly what I said.” There’s a smile on his lips now; small but stretching, like he’s trying and failing to hide just how entertaining he finds this all. “Do you know what I said?”

You frown. “You said I can cum,” you mumble. “I thought—”

“Not very much, clearly,” he says. He’s grinning now; small, teasing and a warning sign if there ever was one. “Stupid girl. We’ve been doing this for, what, a few months now? And you’ve already gone that dumb? Such a shame. I thought you were better trained than that.”

You say nothing. He sighs, nudging his foot forward towards you. He taps it against the floor, the heel of his shoe clicking against the wood. “Come,” he orders.

You shuffle forward on your knees until you’re inches away from him, your face level with his lap. He looks impossibly large like this; impossibly imposing and powerful. Like he could crush you, easily. Like everything you do and everything you are is on his terms.

“Jesus, you’re fucking dumb,” he laughs. ”Look at you. Not a single thought in that little head.” The tone is admiring, despite the mockery of his words; proud, even. He’s the only person you know who can make cruelty sound so much like praise. “No wonder you like it when I tell you what to do. You‘re too stupid to know what you want, aren’t you? Can’t make any decisions on your own.”

His foot edges forward, between your parted legs so it’s pressed up against your clothed pussy with just enough pressure to make your entire body pulse with need. “Good puppy,” he croons. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to think anymore. I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen, yeah? You’re gonna mount me, right here on my foot. Go on.”

Your legs are shaking as you obey; thighs clenching and pussy aching with need and with emptiness. This isn’t enough, simply rubbing yourself on him—and at this point in your relationship with Hendery, you’ve realised by now that it isn't meant to be enough. It’s just another way for him to torture you; to keep you on the edge in an iron grip that’s already starting to feel like home.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Good puppy, that’s it. Now you’re gonna ride it, yeah? Back and forth just like when you’re riding my dick. Rub it nice and hard.”

You swallow, dizzied. It’s not like you’ve never done this before—you have, frequently in fact—but it never gets any easier. Any less maddening or humiliating. “Okay, sir.”

He hums, approving, and nods again. “And you’re going to cum like that,” he continues. “All over my shoe like a desperate little runt.”

Oh, that’s cruel—that’s Hendery, really. You’ve learned by now that his favourite sight by far is exactly this; you, kneeling, pathetic, desperate, struggling to get yourself somewhere he knows he can get you with ease but simply chooses not to. Painfully, viscerally aware of exactly how much you need him. How utterly useless you are without him.

You whine, still, despite your lack of surprise; you’d hoped for something in the realms of mercy tonight. You’d even dared to hope for indulgence.

Maybe he really can read your mind, like you’ve sometimes come to suspect; could tell you needed to be knocked down a peg. To be reminded that mercy, let alone indulgence, is earned. And it’s certainly not earned easily. Not from him.

“Is there a problem?” He asks. “I’d have thought you’d have started by now. Can’t you do it?”

“Sir,” you whimper. “I want to—you said I could—”

“I said you had my permission,” he says. “I never said I’d help you.”

“But I can’t,” you whisper. “Not without you.”

He shrugs, unaffected; unmoved. “I guess we’ll be here a while, then. I’ve got time.”

You move slowly, unsuredly, as though this is your first time doing this. The rough leather of his shoe is hard and uncomfortable on your pussy; on the thin piece of fabric, soaked through, that’s the only thing protecting your last flickering speck of modesty. You look up at him; desperate, pathetic, pleading. He’s not swayed, of course; just raises an eyebrow like this is all beneath him.

“You told me you wanted to cum,” he says. “I’m giving you the chance. If you really want to cum, you’ll cum like this. Exactly how I tell you to. Then maybe we can talk about me getting you off.”

You nod, defeated. “Yes sir.” It’s not like you can say anything else, anyway; not like it would do anything except get you in trouble for talking back. As fun as Hendery’s punishments can be—to a masochistic little thing like you, at least—it’s not something you’re particularly eager for tonight. Tonight you want to be good—and you want to cum.

“Go on then,” he says. “Don’t make me wait. Hump, doggy.”

It’s a pathetically small amount of time before you lose your will; collapsing against his leg in a pathetic heap. He keep humping, though, determined at least to not directly fall short, but he scoffs all the same; pulling you off of him with an iron grip in your hair that forces your eyes onto him.

“What?” He sneers. “Not enough? You need my dick?”

You nod, decorum forgotten. He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Have it.”

The hand in your hair tightens and forces you down, pressing your face against his crotch so quickly you don’t even have time to breathe in. He holds you firmly, no room between your face and the fabric of his pants; no room to inhale anything but him; his scent, his cock. The cock you’ve missed you fucking much and is still so fucking out of reach.

He’s painfully hard, straining against the fabric and fuck you can practically taste it through his pants; taste the soft, clean skin, taste the beads of precum dripping from the tip. You know he wants it too, almost as desperately as you—but when it comes to this, Hendery has nerves of steel.

He could deny himself forever if it meant getting to toy with you a single second longer. Getting to see the pain and desperation on your face as you look up at him with wide, pitiful eyes that almost sway him.

“One month without me and it’s like you’ve forgotten all your training,” he sighs. He sounds remarkably casual and unaffected for someone with his girlfriend’s face buried in his crotch; just calmly disappointed, like you’d failed a test or forgotten a chore. “Perhaps I should be stricter in the future. Keep a tighter leash so you don’t regress the moment you’re out of my sight.”

You’d almost forgotten what a mouth Hendery has on him; how good he is at pulling you apart with his words— breaking you without even touching. Almost forgotten, because he hadn’t exactly stopped it while he was away; simply made do with the texts and calls and videos he’d send you at all hours with his hand wrapped around his cock and filthy praises coming from his mouth.

But it’s so much more biting in real life. Hits you so much deeper. Pushes you so much further—closer and closer to the edge. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been anywhere near it, since you’ve even been allowed to try, but tonight everything just feels…more. Words harsher. Praise sweeter. Sensations heightened and your nerves aflame.

You know he knows—know he sees the way it affects you now, saw the way you slipped under so much easier, so much faster, so much harder. Knows you’re putty in his hands and his for the taking, and that you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Breathe it in.

“You love this dick, don’t you? Can’t live without it. Nasty little cock-crazed slut. Keep grinding. Think you can cum soon?”

You hadn’t thought it possible before, but yes—you do think you can cum. You need to, in fact; need the rush and the release and you need to do it all over his shoe, all over the floor like a dumb, desperate dog. Need to breathe him in, face buried in his crotch, need to use the scent to push you closer and closer to the line—need to hear his voice; the soft, low sneer, the insults that sting and the pretty praises that soothe your wounds. Need it all. Need him all.

He gives it to you, of course, always does; guides you over the edge with a firm hand and words you can hardly pull apart through the haze. Holds you through it, talks you through it, guides and owns and adores you through it.

When you finally collapse, falling limp against his legs, he pulls you upwards into strong arms; steady in his careful hold. Fingers pressing past your panties, through your soaked, sticky folds and into your warmth. Soft praise whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth; keeping you close, safe, secure as he works you open again. You’re so tight still, despite the wetness that gushes and pools in his lap—it’s been a long, hard month, after all.

“Easy, puppy,” he hums. “You’ll get what you want, pretty. You’ll take it all.”

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third time trying to post this so sorry i haven’t gone through to italicise etc i am SICK of this app playing w me😭but i hope u love it anyway…this feels pretty rusty but the point of this event is to just Write so !!! here

[xxtyongfs]

fake ass carats for hating s.coups' stomach . let me bite it king .

[xxtyongfs]

if ur takinf requests…. might i ask for an expansion on the johnny weed drabble??

i was going to do this but kept forgetting . i have a crush on you anon thank you thank you THANK YOU !

your best friend johnny was surprised to hear you had never done weed before , especially since it was one of his favorite hobbies .

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"say ahh," he hums one day, gently coaxing the brownie edible in your mouth. "this is the easiest way to get high, sweetheart." johnny's already slightly affected by the brownie he had prior, but he needed more.

not even a second after you finished chewing, he presses his lips against yours harshly. you could taste chocolate and weed in his mouth as he makes out with you. you're getting more lightheaded by the second.

"i have gummies," he says between sloppy kisses, "wanna try?"

you nod, wanting more of that airy feeling. in his bag, johnny pulls out gummies of multiple colors, and like he did with the brownies, he guides the gummies in your mouth after eating some.

"i feel funny," you giggle, face already feeling heated.

"that's how it's s'posed to be, baby," johnny could also feel his body heating up, and there was only one thing that could distract him from the heat.

"hm, johnny?" you look up at him as he parts your legs, pulling down your little baby blue shorts and white lacy panties. "what are you doin'?"

"sex is better when you're high," johnny says as if it's a normal fact. he's definitely had high sex with one-night stands before, but with his best friend is a different story. he pumps you open with two fingers before lining his fat tip up with your cunt.

"i- johnny," you can't even tell what's happening in front of you, your once normal vision blurring. then, an intrusion causes you to gasp.

johnny stares at you with half-lidded eyes. his fingers are tingling, his entire body is sensitive, but it's you he cares about. he wants his adorable best friend to feel good, and as he reaches climax, he presses open-mouthed kisses against your neck. "my pretty baby, so good at taking me."

"johnny, feel weird, oh my, fuck," fragments of sentences escape your lips as you feel a fire in your core, about to snap any minute now. you cry as you squirt, hot liquid spraying out of you.

johnny also cums, not bothering to pull out and filling your insides. "my girl," he hugs you tightly, stroking your hair as you sob. "did you enjoy it?"

"mhm, still feel weird," you sniffle, "and 'm hungry."

"i'll get you some chips," he kisses your cheek, "just sit there and wait for the edible to wear off, 'kay?" johnny gets up, proud he was able to get his best friend to try something new.

[xxtyongfs]

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she calls me daddy too — woozi x reader

summary: On the way to meet her parents for the first time, Jihoon can’t resist teasing his anxious girlfriend, turning nerves into desire right there in the car. They might be about to smile politely over dinner… but they both know the real heat will come later, behind closed doors.

warning!! nsfw, fingering, pet-names;

notes: the inspo was a trend that i saw on x and one girl did it with woozi! so, this little short story just born

You were all nervous ’cause today was finally the day Jihoon was gonna meet your parents. You knew your boyfriend was charming, polite, basically everything your parents ever wanted in the person you’d choose to love — but that didn’t stop the anxiety from crawling all over you.

You guys were already on your way, and your legs were bouncing like crazy — dead giveaway you were anxious — even though you were just sitting there in the passenger seat.

“Hey, relax… I’m not gonna embarrass you in front of your parents,” Jihoon said, taking his right hand off the wheel just to rest it on your thigh, giving you a little reassuring squeeze.

“I know you won’t… but do you even know how you’re gonna approach them? Especially my dad…”

“Of course! I’ll talk about the stuff we’ve got in common…” Jihoon said, then that mischievous little grin spread across his lips. “Was thinking about starting with something about baseball… at least until I get to the most important part…”

He paused for a second, still smirking. You just knew there was something completely unexpected running through his head with that look.

“Which is…”

“Well, I would say… she calls me daddy too.”

He started laughing as soon as he finished the sentence, but flashes of last night flooded your mind. Jihoon’s hands all over your body, hitting all the right spots… it was impossible not to feel that wave of heat rushing through you. Instinctively, with that little ache low in your belly, your legs pressed together and a blush spread across your cheeks.

Seeing that, Jihoon’s face changed instantly. That playful, teasing expression melted into something darker — pure lust.

“You’re thinking about everything we did last night, aren’t you?” he said, sliding his hand a little higher up your thigh, squeezing you harder this time.

“Yes… daddy,” you breathed out, your voice all soft and needy, barely keeping that shaky sigh from slipping through your lips.

That sound — God — it made Jihoon lose it completely. His right hand, the one that’d been on your thigh, slipped right under your dress, boldly making its way between your legs.

“So wet… and I haven’t even done anything to you yet, babe…”

You bit your lip hard, trying to keep yourself quiet, but the way his fingers brushed over you made it almost impossible. Your breath hitched, your hips instinctively tilting towards his touch, desperate for more even though you were both still in the damn car.

Jihoon let out this low, cocky chuckle, loving every second of how undone you were getting.

“Shit, babe… you’re already this worked up and we’re not even home yet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, leaning closer to whisper right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You could barely think straight, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat so tight your knuckles went white.

“Jihoon… w-we can’t…” you tried to say, but your voice came out all breathy and weak, completely betraying you.

“Hmm… pretty sure we can,” he smirked, pushing his fingers just a little further, teasing you mercilessly.

The car kept moving down the road, but for you, the whole world had narrowed down to his touch, his voice, and that wicked grin of his.

“Don’t worry, baby… I’ll behave when we get to your parents’,” he promised, but the way his fingers kept playing with you said otherwise.

You gasped, your head falling back against the seat, your body already trembling, knowing damn well that Jihoon always knew exactly how to push you right to the edge… and then some.

His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, finally finding exactly what he was looking for. You let out a sharp gasp, biting down hard on your lip to keep from moaning his name right there in the car.

“Fuck… you’re soaking,” Jihoon growled, his voice low and rough, as if he was barely holding himself back. His fingers moved slow at first, just to tease, making you squirm in your seat, your thighs trembling as you tried — and failed — to keep still.

“Jihoon…” you whimpered, your hand gripping his wrist, not really to stop him, but just because you needed something, anything, to ground yourself.

But he didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He leaned in closer, pressing a hot kiss against your neck, then trailing up to your ear.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me… we’re almost there,” he whispered, his words sending another pulse of heat straight through you as his fingers kept working you over, slow but relentless.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breath coming out in shaky little pants, your whole body already on fire for him. But then —

Ding.

Your phone lit up with a notification from your mom: “We’re waiting for you two! Dinner’s almost ready!”

Jihoon glanced at it and let out a dark little laugh, finally pulling his hand away, though not before giving you one last, slow stroke that left you gasping for air.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later…” he said, smirking as he casually licked his fingers, tasting you with zero shame.

You just stared at him, your cheeks flushed, your whole body still aching for more.

The car slowed to a stop right in front of your parents’ house, the porch light glowing warmly in the evening air. Jihoon leaned over, kissed your cheek sweetly — completely switching gears — and whispered,

“Let’s go say hi to your parents… but tonight, you’re all mine.”

You swallowed hard, trying to pull yourself together as you opened the door, knowing damn well that this night was far from over.

[xxtyongfs]

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your room was dark ; your heart pumped quickly. you were so vulnerable , cornered in your boyfriend's bed , clothesless and shaking .

more under cut ~ !

"aww, what's wrong?" jeonghan pet your cheek, kissing a stray tear that fell. his eyes turned meaner at your lack of a response, and he started to run his hands down your body. "oh y/n, not going to answer me? i don't want to force this out of you, but guess i have to."

you couldn't see jeonghan taking off his pants, but you sure heard it. you heard his laugh as he pressed his mushroom tip against you, rubbing it up and down your pussy to collect your fluids.

"you're dripping," jeonghan commented as he thrust inside of you, "you're terrified and you're getting wet?"

your first words of the night. "n-nuh uh..."

"you're lying, you're getting off to me towering over you, right?"

"no!!!" you sniffled, trying to shove jeonghan off of you. (though deep down, you didn't want your shoves to have any affect at all.)

jeonghan flipped you over, pushing your head in the pillow. he slapped your ass, smirking when he felt you get tighter. "my baby is a masochist?"

"no!! 'm not!!" you cried, muffled by the pillow. you were lucky jeonghan couldn't look at your face, it was wet with drool and tears. he slapped you again, making you sob harder.

"i'm going to cum inside you, and you're going to like it," jeonghan ordered, biting your shoulder as he spilled his warm load inside of you.

he pulled out without even letting you orgasm. when you whined, jeonghan smiled at you. "i thought you were scared? poor little y/n wants to cum after crying so hard?"

"mmm, wanna cum, hannie. I've been good?"

"no you haven't. but luckily for you, i'm a nice person, and i'll let you cum." jeonghan started to eat you out, not caring about the sperm he had already poured inside of you. it didn't take long for you to cum, considering you had already been at the brink before he stopped.

"hannie.." you looked up at jeonghan woth big, tear-soaked eyes.

"you're just so cute when you cry, baby. we should do this more often." jeonghan pulled you in an embrace, so warm compared to how cold he was.