warnings: threesome, top!jaehee, switch!yushi, p in v and a,
authors note: something possessed me to write this, it jus needed to be done. (*⁰▿⁰*)
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jaehee repositions himself to kneel behind yushi, who's currently limp, lifting yushi's ass to align with his dick. he presses into him, yushi's tight ass sucking in his dick like a trance. the tightness cue's jaehee to tease yushi about it, "so fucking tight, kitty". yushi moans at the nickname, jaehee has never been so bold about being authoritative. but it turns yushi on, immensely. so much so, that yushi uses the last of his strength to move onto all fours. jaehee grips yushi by the hips and starts thrusting, their moans mixing together as they arch and tense up. yushi notices your unsatisfied state, and he try's to ignore jaehees thrusts for a second but boy is it hard.
he manages to insert his dick into you, pushing in slowly. jaehee watches from behind and brings his movements to a temporary halt. yushi moans loudly, a sound more intense than you've ever heard from him. jaehee slaps yushi's ass, urging him to move. a red blush is left on his pale skin. jaehee lefts a leg, planting his foot down onto the matress to steady himself. he thrusts into yushi, and yushi thrusts into you. and so when yushi is filled up all the way, he arches his back and moans like a bitch. jaehee holds his waist steady, then thrusts into him continuously. yushi's dick barely thrusts into you, but his length ever so shifting in and out stimulates you so good.
the room is filled with moans and heavy breaths as yushi then begins thrusting into you, his body slick with sweat. his body becomes numb to any sense of exhaustion, fucking into you dedicatedly. jaehee, behind him, watches with a sort of possessive gleam in his eyes, occasionally slapping yushi's ass to drive him further. you wrap your legs around yushi's waist, meeting each thrust with a moan of your own, hands gripping onto his torso tightly. you feel jaehee's hands snake over yushi's torso too, meeting yours sweetly.
"fuck yushi, you're so good" jaehee groans, his voice laced with arousal. he leans in and nips at yushi's neck, his fingers digging into his hips. yushi lets out a cry, his body trembling as he pushes deeper into you, his focus solely on the pleasure he's delivering.
as yushi nears his climax, jaehee shifts his attention to you, his hands sliding between you and yushi's body to caress where the two of you meet. the feeling is pleasureful, of course, but the gesture itself is vulgar. you're attention is on jaehee now, and all you can think about the fact he must like this view of you and yushi. "come on, sweet, let it all out" he whispers, encouraging you. his fingers work expertly at rubbing your clit, and brushing his fingers against yushis dick. you arch your back, your body convulsing as you reach your orgasm with a hard-earned moan. the force of it brings shivers down yushi's spine. with a final thrust, yushi lets out a strangled whine as he empties himself inside you, his body collapsing on top of you, spent and breathless.
jaehee pulls back slightly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looks at the view in front of him. yushi's ass and the small of his back tenses and twitches as he releases still. jaehee pulls out first, dick still hard. he hoists yushi up, his big arm wrapping around his chest. yushi's out of energy, his eyes closed and mouth agape. he lets out airy breaths as jaehee slides his dick in him again, all the way. yushi lets out a pornographic moan, jaehee laughs. and you watch through heavy eyelids as jaehee thrusts into yushi with no remorse. the sound of jaehee's hips slapping against yushi's ass is harsh. but the way yushi's moaning makes you believe it's exactly what he wanted. jaehee cums in yushi, then pulls out to watch as it drips out of him. what a sick freak.
yushi escapes jaehee's grasp to lay down, finally, beside you. he nestles into you, out of breath still. he caresses your skin. meanwhile jaehee, the responsible one for this mess, brings back a warm cloth. he mutters praises as he sweetly takes the time to clean up the two of you.
warnings: teasing, sexual implications, erections, hitting/slapping, candle wax..., kissing, making out, bein down bad, finger sucking, humping, lingerie, arguing, bondage, video nudes sent, foodplay, skinny dipping, orgasms
authors note: ts took so long im crine. there’s not enough sub nct. but dw i’m here gang 🙏 ty for reading!! (#^.^#)
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JOHNNY and you are up late in his living room, drinking sum as you both needed some sort of break. you tell him about your day but when you peer over his head is leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes shut, but his lips mouth something. you clear your throat and he sits up, laughing. "the hell's wrong with you" you say, nudging his shoulder. he bits his tongue and leans his head back again. "look at me" you say. he doesn't move at first, but then he raises his head, looking at you. your fingers trace the line of his jaw, and he leans into your palm. his eyes flutter closed, his lips parting as he lets out a shaky exhale that you feel on your wrist. "i think you've had enough" you say, taking the bottle in his hand and placing it on the table next to you. he whines and now rests the side of his head behind him. there's something in his gaze--want. you slide your hand to the back of his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your fingertips, and his breath catches. he's so responsive, every touch drawing out these small, involuntary reactions. your other hand finds his chest, feeling his heart beat. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. he just waits with a slight tremble. your thumb brushes his lower lip and he makes a sound, soft and needy. his hands finally come to rest at your hips gently. he pulls you in a little. "please" he says longingly. you lift the hem of shirt up, revealing his toned body that makes your gaze linger for a while. you notice the way his breath hitches. how could he be this turned on from you just looking at him? he swears his heart is gonna explode.
TAEYONG and you are relaxing in bed. the energy is domestic and sedative, just like how it always is. recently, you've both been explorers if you get what i'm putting down here. finding ways to turn each other one in new ways. tonight however, taeyong swears he's got it in the bag. hes been licking at a lollipop slowly throughout your conversation. but, you cant help but think 'who eats a lollipop before bed?'. its cute, but you cant say your turned on. so you do the easiest trick in the book and take it from him, putting it in your mouth instead. his hand holds an imaginary lollipop as he freezes, mouth agape. "wh-" is all he stutters and you stick your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of it. however you think you can take it further and forget the lollipop all together. you throw it on the floor and quickly shift to straddle him. he breathes quicker. you hold his jaw, forcing it open as you lean down. he cant decide on either shutting his eyes in bliss, or opening them to see this vulgar scene. you spit into his mouth, the saliva mango flavored and he gives in, shutting his eyes. he savors the taste like a freak and even groans a little. you lick at his bottom lip and he just has to kiss you desperately now. he yearns for that flavor, he wants more, kissing just isn't enough. so he leans back into the mattress a little and you laugh when he's already got his mouth wide open. you gather more and spit it into his mouth again. he hums in satisfaction, hands moving to your lower back. he opens his mouth again and pats you, signaling for you to spit again. "tae, that's enough, no?" you ask, lowkey in need of some water. "your right," he says as he flips your positions, kissing down your body until- "i bet you taste better here...".
YUTA and you are coming back from a date. he took you out to a nice restaurant but upon leaving, he started acting strange. more quiet, out of it, and he kept saying "sorry what?" to whatever you said when in the car. you arrive at his place and you finally ask, "are you good?". he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, only being able to look at you. “i wanted to ask you something…but i’m just nervous” he begins. yuta? nervous? you hear him out. “i know your expecting that i like, you know, you tonight but,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. you didn’t expect him to give you anything tonight, but you wanna know there this boutta go. he sighs as he takes his sweater off, his white button up fitting just right on him. he takes your hands and puts them on his chest. he sighs again, this time like he feels relieved. and when you snake your hands around to his shoulders, down his sides, to his hips, he practically melts into you. his legs feel like jelly and he falls to his knees. your hands move to his hair, tussling it. he looks up to you with those big eyes and you just can’t look away. he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but when you tug his hair, he lets out a moan instead. he shuts his eyes, embarrassed. you crouch down to meet him eye level. you lean in to kiss him, but he turns his head away. you tilt your head, holding his jaw but he shakes his head. you get it now. so your hands move to his lap, moving closer to his inner thighs untillll. he whines. your touch just barely touches his bulge. he moans pathetically when you do it again. you watch as the bulge twitches from beneath his pants. you keep doing this absurd and depriving movement with one hand as the other caresses his lower back. you hover your lips just over his, careful not to kiss him. yuta pants, whines, moans as the minutes go by. you look down now, he follows your gaze, and the vulgar sight of you gasping when you see his cum has seeped through his pants just makes him reach his peak.
KUN is in a sticky situation. he made you get mad earlier because he tried arguing with you. why would he try that? no idea. but after you’ve been gone all day, trying to find literally anything to do instead of coming back to your shared apartment, he’s felt extra terrible, and lonely. he lays on the couch, mindlessly trying to come up with ideas on how to say sorry. does he say sorry in an over the top way? he’s just so overwhelmed! he just wants you. for you to forgive him and kiss him and let him hold you tight. but he doesn’t know if you’d do it! suddenly the door unlocks and you’re home. you greet him with a quick “hey” and he instantly comes to hug you, not even caring if you were to push and slap him for having the audacity to. in fact, he wants you to do just that. he bends down a little, staring at the floor. “do it, cmon, hit me, please” he lets out and you let out a single laugh, thinking he’s completely lost his damn mind. “i’m gone for a day and you’re suddenly masochist” you say, grabbing some fruit to eat. he shakes his head, still staring at the floor in shame. “yes, i don’t care, i mean it. slap me. i deserve it. i want to take it” he says rather impatiently. “kun…” he fixes his gaze on your hand and as you lift it, he shuts his eyes, bracing himself. you then bring your hand to his cheek, slapping him, just not hard. “fuck! again. please please!” he pleads. you’ve never seen him like this before. he’s always joyous and beamful. “please…need it…” he says more quietly. his cheek are red and hot, eyes teary, and eyebrows scrunched together. how can you not listen to his cute pathetic face? you just wonder to yourself how many times you’ll be slapping him tonight.
DOYOUNG and you lie down by the fireplace. on your stomachs surrounded by tussled blankets and pillows, putting together a big puzzle. easy listening music plays in the background whilst you two chatter about your days lately. doyoung fetches a candle while he talks absentmindedly about drama between his friends. you can tell he’s a little tense about it by the way he tries to shove two puzzle pieces that don’t go together harshly. “okay, okay. let’s just—“ you say, putting a hand on his to calm him down. you sit up straight, proposing if he wanted to do something to relax him. he stares at you, then stares at the ground to think about it. you tilt your head. “yeah” he says quietly. you usher him to move towards you. he nestles into your lap. he mutters into your chest incoherently but you still reassure him with “it’s okay” and “don’t worry”. and when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are glossy, tears rolling down his cheeks. “is this really worth crying this much over?” you ask, “you’re pretty when you cry but…”, you tilt your head. doyoung furrows his brows adorably and smiles a little. “the puzzle” you say looking over to the forgotten pieces scattered all over the floor. “oh” doyoung says. “it’s okay” you say with a shrug. “n-no really, i’m sorry, i’m just too overwhelmed…” and he glances at you with that last word. he looks down before slowly reaching for the candle, wax now melted. he sits on his knees and hands you the candle. he turns around, back faced to you. he lifts his shirt off him while bending over so his forehead is laid against the warm floor. you hear him take a deep breath when you maneuver to kneel, your hand with the candle hovering over his back. with your free hand, you feel his smooth soft back before pouring a couple drips of the candle wax along his spine. his back arches as the hot candle wax stings his skin. the idea of something so warm and delicious smelling causing him such pain pleases him. and he forgets about all the drama that’s been happening lately, now solely focused on the hot wax and you. you who feeds into his pleasure, pouring more and more. the wax isn’t even fully dried when you turn his head to kiss him heatedly.
TEN and you feel sleep take over, as you both drift into slumber from a hectic and tiresome day. but you're awaken from a sudden hot flash. you peel the cover off you, the air in the room barely helping you ventilate. so you strip off your shirt and pants of course. you look over next to you, ten sleeping with the cover wrapped around him. any minute now he'll wake up you think to yourself. so you take the opportunity to study his face, the way he sleeps, his breathing. you get impatient and just wake him up. he doesn't budge though, so you just the cover off him yourself, and start undressing him. you now feel bad about waking him up so you move a little slower. the thing is, he wakes up, and groans when he feels heat suffocating him too. he hums as you tell him you were feeling hot too. he stretches his arms out and just lets you strip him. but he holds your hand to his chest and moves it up and down his abs. "you okay?" you ask him and his eyes are still closed but he responds with a soft yeah. he opens his eyes slowly and kisses at your hand, you smile. he's so cute and sweet, so you place a soft kiss at his cheek. but he wants more. "so hot already..." you tell him when he begins kissing you on your lips now. but he doesn't care. his body leans and arches up into yours. you feel and soothe his sides, making him moan softly in the kiss. you pull back and look down, teasing at the waistband of his briefs. "take it off, please" he says desperately and you begin pulling them down, "might as well". you touch at the tip of his dick, making him arch and moan. holding his waist, the warm skin under shivers somehow, "so hot..." he says. and you don't know if he's talkin bout you or the temperature.
JAEHYUN has been acting bad all week. meaning he's been messing with you, not listening to you, and its really taking a toll on you. its a friday night, and he was trying to get out of doing the dishes so he can get in bed with you earlier. you push him and tell him to quit it. he laughs, "aw c'mon, ill do it in the morning!" he nags. you shake your head no countless times, but he still doesn't listen. he groans and starts walking towards the bedroom with you and as much as you'd like to, you cant let him win. so you slap his arm, but he just laughs. "seriously, jaehyun, just fucking do it" you say more serious now and he just stands there, probably trying to come up with an excuse with that stupid smirk on his face. "well-" he begins but you cut him off so quick, "ill literally edge you later tonight and not let you finish if you don't do this shit". his expression turns serious, smirk falling real fast. a part of him likes the idea of edging, but the fact he wont finish is what makes him do a walk of shame to the kitchen sink. and when he finishes a couple minutes later, he meets you back in the bedroom. "listen" you begin and hes immediately sat on the edge of the bed. you kick him a little as he moves to the floor, kneeling. "you've been acting mad annoying this week, and this shit tonight really did it". and you just rant on and on. "y'know jaehyunnie, maybe just maybe, if you did the dishes the first time i asked you, i would've rode your shit til you passed out..." and he frowns, now feeling the consequences of his actions. he reaches for your knee, holding it while he groans softly. his glossy eyes plead for you to forgive him, but you cant be tempted, so you frustratedly kick his inner thigh, too close to his groin. he moans, eyes shutting for a little. and when they open, he scoots closer, and bites his bottom lip, like he's asking for more. it's hits you know that he's getting turned on by this...so you keep it going, kicking his thighs. and soon you've got him on the bed now, begging for you to forgive him in between loud moans and sharp breaths as you hit and hurt at his now bare body more.
WINWIN has had a terrible day. he's in bed nestled on your chest sobbing about his day and all the unlucky things that've been occurring to him. you stroke his hair in attempt to comfort him. you just listen for now. he's never been this emotional in a while, but you guess it all caught up to him now--bottling emotions. he stops ranting and just sniffles now. "i'm sorry that happened to you muffin" you coo as he hums in satisfaction when you soothe the back of his neck. "maybe i'll get super lucky now..." he says softly, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. you think for a second. "well, maybe you can wish for something" you propose and he sits up a little. "mm well..." he begins, looking at you then the wall. you turn his head to look at you. his eyes are still watery and puffy, his cheeks a little wet, lips tinted, and his hair tussled. you reach out to touch his cheek. he smiles and leans in, giving you a sweet and proper kiss. something about it makes him cry again, feeling tears run down onto your cheek. you pull back, watching as he quickly wipes his tears, but you stop him, "no need". he looks down, almost in shame, but when you bring him close to your chest again, his hands begin crawling all over you. he lets out a soft cry as his fingertips sink into your skin. he then needily kisses up your body til he reaches your neck, kissing at it next. "winwin..." you sigh but he can only mutter "stop it, i feel lucky right now".
JUNGWOO has a long day and just wants to be with you tonight. you can tell he’s exhausted, sore, all of it. so, you’ve prepared a bubble bath for him for a change. you lead him by the hand into the bathroom where the air is warm, candles are lit, and the bubbles appear to perfectly fit in the tub. it smells of lavender and vanilla, a warm and relaxing scent that brings relief over jungwoo. “oh wow, thank you my love” he says, giving you a hug. he strips amidst the warm and dim lighting. you watch as he gets in and you shuffle over to kneel next to the tub. you scoop and pour water on his back and shoulders gently. he feels the bubbles in his grasp and sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back. you kiss his shoulder and he smiles. you dip your hand beneath all the bubbles and find his hand, caressing it. you unknowingly feel around, feeling his knee, then his arm, then his abs, then his hip. he feels a shiver run through him, not knowing what you’ll touch next. “w-wait” he says and you meet his eyes with your own, tilting your head. “i’m just…really sensitive right now” he admits softly which makes you giggle. the way he looks so reliant on your touch is adorable. you pat his chest, “then what do you want me to do?” you ask with a smile. you find it amusing that he’s so eager right now to be touched and dealt with. “uh, can you—please—can you tease me longer?” he asks, gripping your arm that’s out of the water. you nod understandingly. you didn’t even think he’d be so turn on right now, you’re just touching him after all. yet he proves that your little effort touches exhilarate him as he leads your hand to his erection. you can’t see though with all these bubbles. so he suddenly gets up to kneel, his erection now resting along with all the bubbles as he looks down at it, breathing heavily. and it’s the most beautiful yet erotic thing you’ve seen.
MARK comes out the steamy bathroom, freshly showered, however, beyond exhausted from the days schedules. he doesn't even hum like usually does in the silence, just heads straight for the dresser, slipping on boxers and a t-shirt. he sighs. he walks out the room though, making you tilt your head. why didn't he lie down on the bed? you follow him and he's sitting at the kitchen table, opening his laptop. "more work?" you ask, frustrated for him. "yeah..." he responds, viewing some email that must be important. "now?" you ask, still frustrated at the workload he's been given at literally 12am. "yes!" he responds, now seeming annoyed. you furrow your brows and sit next to him, watching him then his laptop then him again. you kiss his cheek and watch as he gives a small quick smile. you just sit there for a few minutes, putting yourself boredom because you want to keep him company. you hear a chime as he sends an email and perk up, searching for an expression that says 'i'm finally done', but nope. after another few minutes, he sighs and turns over to you finally. he looks at your face, then your lips, before leaning in to give a long deep kiss. he pulls away, resting his head on your chest. his hands move to your shoulders, and he lets out a groan, "been thinking of you all day, its not fair they gave me so much bullshit to read". you soothe his back and pull him away, "then go on and finish" you say caringly. he stretches his arms out, then sits to fully face you now, just staring at you. you nudge his jaw with a finger, making him pout. he leans in to kiss you again, hands on your thighs now. he moans softly, as if it escaped accidentally. he pulls away slowly, looking down, hands coming closer to your inner thighs. "want to take a break markie?" you speak and he nods, melting into you, falling gently onto his knees, moaning pathetically when you open your legs just for him.
XIAOJUN and you have just settled into bed. the sheets have been freshly washed and you both just took showers, so the two of you are feeling rather refreshed. you sigh in relief after finally getting to lay down with xiaojun after having an exhausting day at work. “feels amazing. i like being here with you” he trails off as he closes his eyes. you nod even though he can’t see you. you like listening to his comforting words, and even when hes not talking, you still find his presence just as comforting. you nestle more under the covers. you smile at the sight of him dozing off and decide to just admire his face. its like he feels your eyes on him because he slowly opens his, then moves his gaze to meet yours. you place a hand on his jaw, holding his face. he leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowing a little. he looks hypnotizing, his beauty just off the charts. “i can’t fathom how perfect you are you know…” you tell him and he blushes. you smile at his flustered state but you want can’t help but give into your urge to touch him further. so you trace his nose bridge, his eyebrows, then his lips. you swipe his bottom lip and with an easy move, you push your finger into his mouth. he stares at you with doe eyes, sucking your finger lightly. you experiment: moving your finger in and out, pushing in deeper, circling around his tongue. and he flows along like he was made for you. his hands are at your waist now, moving you closer to him until he ditches your finger for your lips, whining into the needy kiss. he says sweet things between kisses and finally pulls back to stare at your finger again, “maybe two now?” he asks pitifully.
HENDERY and you share kisses after a few days being away from each other. you’re on top of him as hes laid down on the couch. his hands knead at your sides and waist and you dont think you can be any more closer to him than you are now. he feels overwhelmed when he should be feeling relieved though. he feels impatient and the idea of you inducing something more than just kisses takes over him. he takes your hand and places it right over his neck. he doesn’t lose his grip on your hand, but in fact, makes it tighter. “my love are you sure…” you begin but hes already shutting his eyes and moaning. he slowly removes his hand and you do him the favor of keeping your grip, choking him with immense pressure. his airway feels more difficult to breath in and out from, and he loves it. he can’t even talk right now, and doesn’t even try. instead he lets out choked moans and cries. you feel like hes gone too long without air so you release the pressure but keep your hands on him still. he immediately gasps and juts forward, feeling like he just got hit with some sort of whiplash of pleasure. hes impatient and is already kissing on you again. you’re still processing this new piqued interest of his and how it makes you feel too. safe to say, it really benefits you both as you feel the way his dick has gone hard beneath you.
RENJUN and you were cracking jokes all evening in the dim-lit kitchen of his place. its raining heavy out so you decided to stay in with him of course. you're going back and forth with him about the things he does that irks you. and its all in a playful manner. "and quit taking so long in the shower!" you mention and he scoffs. "dont you want me being clean for you?" he says in attempt to justify himself. you hesitate because you know he's right, but it aggravates you a little. "don't care" you say sarcastically as you get up, a smile on your face when you turn away from him. you hear him stutter a "wha-". "then you want me dirty?" he says gloomily. "mhm" you say as you begin cleaning the surface of the kitchen counter. you make eye contact with him and it's almost sensual. he gets up and walks to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. you don't think anything of it until you start to wonder if he got upset, though you were just joking with him. you hear a faint sighing sound and pause. you walk up to the door and put an ear up to it. you hear him making soft grunts. you slowly open the door and see him propped on the bed, straddling a pillow, with nothing but his briefs on. "oh renjunnie..." you say and slip past the door to sit beside him. he holds onto your shoulder and starts to let out whimpers, "honey w-wanted me dirty". you watch as he rides the pillow, more eager now, unable to take his eyes off you. you kiss his cheek then his lips tenderly, capturing the soft moans he lets out.
JENO has been annoying you all day and not on purpose. or maybe you’re just moody, not sure. but you finally had enough when he has the audacity to start vacuuming right in front of the tv with precision. you throw a pillow at him, “like you really have to be doing that right now?!” you exclaim frustratedly. he turns off the vacuum and stomps away. you roll your eyes and continue watching the tv. he comes back from god knows, you frankly don’t care, with a pink shopping bag. he plops it next to you on the couch. “what’s this?” you ask looking at the bag then at him. he shrugs, “would you care if I was vacuuming if I had this on?” he says with slight timidness. you sit up a little and toss aside the tissue paper, picking up the contents inside. “lingerie?” you state, slightly confused. you then realize it’s for men not women. you pull back a little to look at jeno with a smile. “you- do you like…it” he stammers and you bounce up, nodding and hugging him. you hold the outfit against his chest and push him excitedly all the way into the bathroom. “change! now!” you say before returning to the couch, awaiting your surprise. your imagination couldn’t compare to the sight before your eyes. *wink.what he wears is up to you* you’re no longer smiling when he casually picks up the vacuum and turns it on, cleaning the carpet. “jeno” you say blankly. he looks over at you and you take in the sight again, not knowing what to do next. jeno has never dressed up like this. so the way his toned muscles, his thin waist, and his overall dreamy physique fits in the lingerie is unreal. but you can tell he too doesn’t know what to do next as he fidgets with vacuum handle, waiting for you to say or do something. you stand up from the couch, slowly walking over to him, eyes locked on his. you grab his hand and lightly guide it to between your legs. you pull your soft shorts aside and he shudders when he feels the heat and dampness of you. “such a pretty puppy” you finally sigh out and his gaze softens. your lips connect into a soft kiss, but jeno soon becomes heave-ish and kisses with more fervor. you both practically trip over the now fallen vacuum as you make your way into the bedroom. your mind floods with thoughts on what you could possibly do to your oh so beautiful jeno.
HAECHAN steps into the kitchen, windows opened to provide refreshing cool air. you’re making french toast hence at the stove, but you turn to tell him good morning. but you notice immediately how he’s dressed, or rather the fact he’s just in boxers. and they’re the short ones too where his plush thighs are visible. he stands there, slightly bent at one knee. “come” you say with a smile and he walks over to stand besides you. he looks sleepy still, with his hair still ruffled. but you can tell he splashed his face with cold water upon squishing his cheeks delicately with one hand. you let your finger drag down his neck and shoulder lightly. he’s not a man of many words in the morning so all he does is stare at you longingly. you flip the french toast and reach for the bowl of washed berries, picking a small strawberry and feeding it to him. he lets out a small “mm” before moving to lean against the counter. he gives you kisses as you continue cooking the french toast. and with every chance you get, your hand closest to him is on him. your fingertips are feather light as they drag on his honey skin, across his stomach, biceps, hips, everywhere. he keeps his bottom lip tucked in and adjusts his hips to slightly jut forward. he lets out a heavy exhale through his nose which you note as he’s needy. but it’s he himself who slightly pulls down his boxers just below his hips. you touch at the exposed skin that’s dangerously close to his clothed erection. you finally finish cooking all the french toast and don’t hesitate to stand in front of him and slip your hand beneath his boxers. he lets out pretty noises, moans and whines you mentally rewind and play. you kiss his lips sweetly and it’s not long before he cums from the heat erupting inside him.
JAEMIN and you went out shopping for the day, courtesy of him of course. you hit up all the stores you’ve been wanting to spree at. while lookin for the next store, he suggests victoria’s secret, “yeah you can get new things, and i can look around too” he says. that’s true, next set will be chosen by him ig! you pick up some new underwear, new bras, and you feel spoiled already. at one point, jaemin has left your side and is checking out new lingerie arrivals. with spring time around, the color palette of pastels catches his eye, especially the pink. you walk up to him, “do you like this one?” you ask. he takes a step back then walks away, “hm, it’s not quite the one”. you look around too, finding a flowy yellow one, one that you’ve never seen, it’s pretty! “this!” you say and he smiles, telling you to get it. you’re finding your size when he puts something in the shopping bag. you don’t wanna look though, he’s probably hiding it for a reason. after waiting for him to pay, you make a stop at a pastry shop for a sweet treat (cuz ofc). he drives back, a smile gleaming on his face, glad he was able to spoil you today. once at his place, you start showing him what you got—like he wasn’t there anyway. you decide to try on a cute club fit you curated, walking to his bedroom and closing the door behind you. you change into the outfit and peep the fit in his long mirror. but when you open the door, jaemin isn’t sitting in the kitchen like he was. “na?” you ask, looking around. the bathroom door opens, and you’re not sure if you’re seeing this right, but jaemin looks bare, his shoulders peeping out the doorframe. as you walk closer, genuinely confused, your hands shoot over your mouth when you see him in full. he stands broad and muscular like he usually does, this time with a pastel pink lingerie set on. the top wraps around him like a ballet slipper, and the bottoms match in a teeny short form. “is it…okay?” he asks you, his hands resting on his shoulders, posture now slouched. you can’t tell if he knows he looks good and is asking for reassurance, or that it’s okay that he’s wearing lingerie. “i didn’t think the bedroom could get better, but, i guess i was wrong” you tell him softly, tracing the set with your eyes and fingers. he looks down, gesturing to the short boy shorts of an underwear he has on, “it was the only set that’d fit my dick” he says shrugging and you feel like YOU just got hard (*⁰▿⁰*)
YANGYANG usually isn’t one to be super submissive to you. at least that’s what he thinks. “you literally crawl…” you say, imagining it. “barely!” he shouts in protest. you hold him by the jaw, “listen, think what you want, but you do whatever i say at the end of the day” you say narrowing your gaze. he tuts and swats your hand away, “yeah right”. it’s now night and you’ve just come home from a night out with some friends. you had a couple drinks and stumble your way into yangyang's room, finding him at his desk playing on his pc. you don’t say anything, just hum. you tilt his head up quickly which takes him by surprise. you lean in but before pressing your lips together, you look around his room. “filthy” you say and yangyang finally exhales. “i didn’t have time to clean—“ you cut him off, “but you’re playing video games? clean your fucking room” you sneer. you walk out but he grabs your hand. “i’m sorry, please, don’t be mad. look i’ll do it right now” and he gets up and starts throwing trash away. you sit on his bed, watching him rush back and forth. “yangyang” you whisper to see if he’ll hear. he swivels around to face you. he rushes to your legs on the floor. “yeah? fuck- i mean, yes?” he responds, hands resting on your shins. “hmmmm” you say obnoxiously, “if you clean your room, i’ll ride you”. he freezes. it’s the ultimate ultimatum for him.
CHENLE has been trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes, arguing that he indeed is the most mature from the dreamies. “then why do you complain like a child all the time?!” you say and he laughs before trying to defend himself again. you push his shoulder playfully, “i hate you”. “not true-“ he begins and you roll your eyes, here he goes again. you cover his mouth with your hand, shutting him up finally. he tries to talk still, even making hand gestures like he usually does. you hold his hands together with your other hand. he tries to fight against it so you let go momentarily in which he continues obnoxiously arguing. you get a tie from his closet, think, then get a second one, and come back. you first tie one around his mouth. he’s smiling becuase he knows he’s successfully annoying you. the you two the other around his wrists. you drag him by the arm and put him in your bedroom. you laugh before closing the door on him. “mm m! mm m mm-“ you hear and it makes you laugh. when you open the door, he’s on the ground, now begging with his hands together. “m’ mm” he says, and you assume he’s trying to say ‘i’m sorry’. you’re about to untie his mouth but then you get an idea. you take him on the bed with you. you kiss his jaw and neck. he breaths though his nose ruggedly. he tugs on your pants, wanting you to take them off. but you scoff cause he really thinks he’s about to get sum. no, not in this case—where he’s finally shut up. you lift his shirt up so it’s bunched around him then pull his pants down to his thighs. then you sit on his lap and do what he hates most—ridicule him. “yknow, you’re so out your mind. i’m always right but you argue with me anyway. truth is that mouth of yours sucks, so maybe it should be closed forever” you tell him. he furrows his brows, and here he goes, mumbling loudly. you pinch his side and he groans. “the tie is there for a reason, for you to shut up” you scold. he whines, wanting nothing more than to talk right now. “there is one thing i like from that mouth of yours…” you say, tilting your head dramatically. “m! m!” he says, nodding. he even sits up a little more. he tugs at your pants again, but you slap his hand away, “ah, when you sing” you flourish. he whines and groans, feeling like he’s going insane. he’s not even shameless though with his growing bulge that’s beneath you. maybe you should tie him up more?…
JISUNG and you are apart for the time being. he’s gone on tour so he can only do so much to communicate with you. he facetimes, calls, texts. he even invites you to jams on spotify like hello. anyway you’ve just woken up to like ten messages from him. they’re all videos with black covers. the only text he sent said “you’re asleep aren’t you…”. you text back before you watch the videos though, letting him know you’re now up. you’re taken way far aback when you press play on that first video. your cheeks immediately heat up at the sight—jisung slowly pumping his dick in his hand. he’s in the bathroom of the hotel it appears, dark and only a warm light illuminating the room. you physically cover your mouth with a hand when you scroll to the next video. he’s pumping himself faster. all. the. videos. him jerking off. countless times he’s climaxed. and with every video, he rids of more clothes, his sweat intensifies, and he’s more of a mess. you haven’t watched all the videos throughly when you text him again, “ji…what the fuck went down last night”. you assume he’s sleeping still—peacefully and sound at that, clearly. you click back to watch the last video though. you pull your blanket over yourself and watch as jisung pumps his dick agonizingly slow. he then lets go, resting his hand on his shoulder for a moment. “mommy, mommy” he pants, his dick twitches which makes him moan. he snakes his hand from his shoulder to the cum that decorates his abs. he spreads it around with two fingers before wiping it on his face. and with that he lets out a deep groan as he cums untouched. you deep down can’t wait til tonight to watch these videos again…
SION and you have been baking all evening. with sweet treats set to the side, you both stare at them, debating if you should even eat them. "took too long, we have to eat them" he reasons and you guess he has a point. you pick up a fudge brownie, taking a bite out of it. he leans over to take a bite out of it too. he moans from how tasty it is and though it's a normal reaction, he barely ever makes noises like that. you watch his expressions as he chews. you pick up a cream puff and feed it to him this time. he oh so innocently makes eye contact as he takes a bite. the powdered sugar coats his lip, and the cream resides on his cheek. you smile at the slight mess he has made and don't even both cleaning it up. he attempts to lick the cream away but his tongue doesn't quite reach. so instead you make the gallant choice of licking it off for him. you hum at the sweetness. you stan up from your chair and this time stand between his legs as you feed him another bite, then another. and eventually he has made such a mess on his face, and he knows damn well what he's doing. moaning a little too much, holding a sultry gaze with you, even slightly licking your finger whenever he takes a bite from the pastry you hold up to him. "you have such a sweet tooth" you tell him and he smiles and nods impatiently, just wanting more from the one you're holding. you pull it away from him and he physically jolts, whining. but who knew someone could get turned on from this, and he clearly is from the way his hand rests down on the chair between his thighs, where his erection shifts a little when you notice it. his face burns hot and a pink blush creeps in, but nonetheless his tongue is sticking out, waiting for another sweet.
RIKU splashes into the cool water. you both took a day trip to a small cozy lake house. the sun has just gone down when you both finally decided it was time for a night swim. “now you, come on” he jesters. you uncross your arms and take a moment to slip off your tshirt. riku treads in the water, catching his breath a little whilst eyeing you. his mouth slightly hangs open as you approach the water from the ground instead of the wooden dock. “bummer, no jump?” he says scoffing and you shake your head no. he’s crawling in the shallow water to where you stand, water at your knees. he kneels now, holding one of your thighs. “did i ruin the mood?” you say slightly annoyed by his comment. he kisses your leg but you think nothing of it, after all riku is very affectionate. he looks down, “no..”. the sound of leaves in the wind, crickets, and him kissing your skin fills the silence. he gets closer to your inner thighs, making you sharply inhale. he looks up at you with those sad pure eyes. the moonlight reflects in his eyes and it’s then you notice that they’re glossier than normal. he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no one speaks. you walk deeper into the water, past him. the waters up to your shoulders now when you turn to him and fidget with strings of your bathing suit. taking the top off, he watches from afar, wondering how he deserves this. riku makes his way over to you, the moment feeling like a dream. maybe you’re putting him in a trance. riku doesn’t know how to handle this—does he touch you, be casual about this, maybe strip too? yeah he’ll do just that. so by the time he’s in front of you, you’re both nude in the brisk water, ripples emitting from the way he holds you against him. “i would ask you to slap me to see if i myself am dreaming, but i think id just get more turned on” he mutters into your neck.
YUSHI wouldn’t stop being needy all day. you told him last week that it’s good to take a break from certain things for a little. since then, he’s become relentless. but especially today, you woke up to him grinding slyly against your leg. and when you came to his dorm earlier, he hugged you the second you stepped foot into the place—whining, breathing heavy, and you could feel heat emitting from him. but you’re staying true to your words. it’s not until you’re playing video games in the living room that you realize yushi has become pathetic alongside crazy. every time he lost and you won, he’d whine and glance to see if you’d look at him. but you only saw him through your peripheral. he’d become frustrated at the game eventually and sat atop a pillow, whining and slightly grinding on it. you noticed and kicked his leg which you shouldn’t have done cause now he’s humping your leg. you try and kick him away but you don’t wanna lose the game so you give up. he’s panting and moaning, humping at your leg with his evident erection. “yushi, stop that!” you say, though you know he won’t listen. he throws himself on the couch besides you, humping into the blanket that’s all bunched up between you two. he leans to kiss your neck and for a moment he’s humping the air. you let out a laugh and he pulls back with a whine. “it’s not funny…”. he furrows his eyebrows.
JAEHEE is cuddled next to you. he just went out to eat with his members and in result is tired from all the food. you take in his appearance—his messy hair, tan skin, and his sharp smile. and while he’s in the middle of his sentence, you lean down to kiss him. you pull back and he’s surprised. “that was lovely…thanks” he sweetly says which makes you just kiss him again. he sits up a little now, holding your jaw to kiss you deeper. your hand snakes under his sweater. with your touch gliding over his abs, you drag your nails into his skin. he pulls apart from the kiss to let out a huff followed by a short moan. “you’re such a freak” you joke at him but he’s not laughing. his chest rises and falls more intensely as you scratch him again, deeper too. “fuck” he whispers, sensually bucking his hips up a little. “like when i scratch you? want it to hurt more?” you tease and he can’t even respond because when you immediately scratch down his side, he moans. shivers run through him and you’re pretty sure he has goosebumps. you play with him more, letting your nails dig into his chest, into his hips, dangerously close to beneath his waistband. he’s so desperate that he flips over, looking defeated as he lifts the bottom of his sweater up, revealing his lower back. you take the hint. you run your fingertips along the smooth skin lightly before digging your nails into the skin, dragging them across the area. he lets out a pretty moan, sinking deeper into his mattress as if that would help the pain. but he loves it and the way you gain satisfaction from something so hurtful.
warnings: teasing, sexual implications, erections, hitting/slapping, candle wax..., kissing, making out, bein down bad, finger sucking, humping, lingerie, arguing, bondage, video nudes sent, foodplay, skinny dipping, orgasms
authors note: ts took so long im crine. there’s not enough sub nct. but dw i’m here gang 🙏 ty for reading!! (#^.^#)
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JOHNNY and you are up late in his living room, drinking sum as you both needed some sort of break. you tell him about your day but when you peer over his head is leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes shut, but his lips mouth something. you clear your throat and he sits up, laughing. "the hell's wrong with you" you say, nudging his shoulder. he bits his tongue and leans his head back again. "look at me" you say. he doesn't move at first, but then he raises his head, looking at you. your fingers trace the line of his jaw, and he leans into your palm. his eyes flutter closed, his lips parting as he lets out a shaky exhale that you feel on your wrist. "i think you've had enough" you say, taking the bottle in his hand and placing it on the table next to you. he whines and now rests the side of his head behind him. there's something in his gaze--want. you slide your hand to the back of his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your fingertips, and his breath catches. he's so responsive, every touch drawing out these small, involuntary reactions. your other hand finds his chest, feeling his heart beat. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. he just waits with a slight tremble. your thumb brushes his lower lip and he makes a sound, soft and needy. his hands finally come to rest at your hips gently. he pulls you in a little. "please" he says longingly. you lift the hem of shirt up, revealing his toned body that makes your gaze linger for a while. you notice the way his breath hitches. how could he be this turned on from you just looking at him? he swears his heart is gonna explode.
TAEYONG and you are relaxing in bed. the energy is domestic and sedative, just like how it always is. recently, you've both been explorers if you get what i'm putting down here. finding ways to turn each other one in new ways. tonight however, taeyong swears he's got it in the bag. hes been licking at a lollipop slowly throughout your conversation. but, you cant help but think 'who eats a lollipop before bed?'. its cute, but you cant say your turned on. so you do the easiest trick in the book and take it from him, putting it in your mouth instead. his hand holds an imaginary lollipop as he freezes, mouth agape. "wh-" is all he stutters and you stick your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of it. however you think you can take it further and forget the lollipop all together. you throw it on the floor and quickly shift to straddle him. he breathes quicker. you hold his jaw, forcing it open as you lean down. he cant decide on either shutting his eyes in bliss, or opening them to see this vulgar scene. you spit into his mouth, the saliva mango flavored and he gives in, shutting his eyes. he savors the taste like a freak and even groans a little. you lick at his bottom lip and he just has to kiss you desperately now. he yearns for that flavor, he wants more, kissing just isn't enough. so he leans back into the mattress a little and you laugh when he's already got his mouth wide open. you gather more and spit it into his mouth again. he hums in satisfaction, hands moving to your lower back. he opens his mouth again and pats you, signaling for you to spit again. "tae, that's enough, no?" you ask, lowkey in need of some water. "your right," he says as he flips your positions, kissing down your body until- "i bet you taste better here...".
YUTA and you are coming back from a date. he took you out to a nice restaurant but upon leaving, he started acting strange. more quiet, out of it, and he kept saying "sorry what?" to whatever you said when in the car. you arrive at his place and you finally ask, "are you good?". he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, only being able to look at you. “i wanted to ask you something…but i’m just nervous” he begins. yuta? nervous? you hear him out. “i know your expecting that i like, you know, you tonight but,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. you didn’t expect him to give you anything tonight, but you wanna know there this boutta go. he sighs as he takes his sweater off, his white button up fitting just right on him. he takes your hands and puts them on his chest. he sighs again, this time like he feels relieved. and when you snake your hands around to his shoulders, down his sides, to his hips, he practically melts into you. his legs feel like jelly and he falls to his knees. your hands move to his hair, tussling it. he looks up to you with those big eyes and you just can’t look away. he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but when you tug his hair, he lets out a moan instead. he shuts his eyes, embarrassed. you crouch down to meet him eye level. you lean in to kiss him, but he turns his head away. you tilt your head, holding his jaw but he shakes his head. you get it now. so your hands move to his lap, moving closer to his inner thighs untillll. he whines. your touch just barely touches his bulge. he moans pathetically when you do it again. you watch as the bulge twitches from beneath his pants. you keep doing this absurd and depriving movement with one hand as the other caresses his lower back. you hover your lips just over his, careful not to kiss him. yuta pants, whines, moans as the minutes go by. you look down now, he follows your gaze, and the vulgar sight of you gasping when you see his cum has seeped through his pants just makes him reach his peak.
KUN is in a sticky situation. he made you get mad earlier because he tried arguing with you. why would he try that? no idea. but after you’ve been gone all day, trying to find literally anything to do instead of coming back to your shared apartment, he’s felt extra terrible, and lonely. he lays on the couch, mindlessly trying to come up with ideas on how to say sorry. does he say sorry in an over the top way? he’s just so overwhelmed! he just wants you. for you to forgive him and kiss him and let him hold you tight. but he doesn’t know if you’d do it! suddenly the door unlocks and you’re home. you greet him with a quick “hey” and he instantly comes to hug you, not even caring if you were to push and slap him for having the audacity to. in fact, he wants you to do just that. he bends down a little, staring at the floor. “do it, cmon, hit me, please” he lets out and you let out a single laugh, thinking he’s completely lost his damn mind. “i’m gone for a day and you’re suddenly masochist” you say, grabbing some fruit to eat. he shakes his head, still staring at the floor in shame. “yes, i don’t care, i mean it. slap me. i deserve it. i want to take it” he says rather impatiently. “kun…” he fixes his gaze on your hand and as you lift it, he shuts his eyes, bracing himself. you then bring your hand to his cheek, slapping him, just not hard. “fuck! again. please please!” he pleads. you’ve never seen him like this before. he’s always joyous and beamful. “please…need it…” he says more quietly. his cheek are red and hot, eyes teary, and eyebrows scrunched together. how can you not listen to his cute pathetic face? you just wonder to yourself how many times you’ll be slapping him tonight.
DOYOUNG and you lie down by the fireplace. on your stomachs surrounded by tussled blankets and pillows, putting together a big puzzle. easy listening music plays in the background whilst you two chatter about your days lately. doyoung fetches a candle while he talks absentmindedly about drama between his friends. you can tell he’s a little tense about it by the way he tries to shove two puzzle pieces that don’t go together harshly. “okay, okay. let’s just—“ you say, putting a hand on his to calm him down. you sit up straight, proposing if he wanted to do something to relax him. he stares at you, then stares at the ground to think about it. you tilt your head. “yeah” he says quietly. you usher him to move towards you. he nestles into your lap. he mutters into your chest incoherently but you still reassure him with “it’s okay” and “don’t worry”. and when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are glossy, tears rolling down his cheeks. “is this really worth crying this much over?” you ask, “you’re pretty when you cry but…”, you tilt your head. doyoung furrows his brows adorably and smiles a little. “the puzzle” you say looking over to the forgotten pieces scattered all over the floor. “oh” doyoung says. “it’s okay” you say with a shrug. “n-no really, i’m sorry, i’m just too overwhelmed…” and he glances at you with that last word. he looks down before slowly reaching for the candle, wax now melted. he sits on his knees and hands you the candle. he turns around, back faced to you. he lifts his shirt off him while bending over so his forehead is laid against the warm floor. you hear him take a deep breath when you maneuver to kneel, your hand with the candle hovering over his back. with your free hand, you feel his smooth soft back before pouring a couple drips of the candle wax along his spine. his back arches as the hot candle wax stings his skin. the idea of something so warm and delicious smelling causing him such pain pleases him. and he forgets about all the drama that’s been happening lately, now solely focused on the hot wax and you. you who feeds into his pleasure, pouring more and more. the wax isn’t even fully dried when you turn his head to kiss him heatedly.
TEN and you feel sleep take over, as you both drift into slumber from a hectic and tiresome day. but you're awaken from a sudden hot flash. you peel the cover off you, the air in the room barely helping you ventilate. so you strip off your shirt and pants of course. you look over next to you, ten sleeping with the cover wrapped around him. any minute now he'll wake up you think to yourself. so you take the opportunity to study his face, the way he sleeps, his breathing. you get impatient and just wake him up. he doesn't budge though, so you just the cover off him yourself, and start undressing him. you now feel bad about waking him up so you move a little slower. the thing is, he wakes up, and groans when he feels heat suffocating him too. he hums as you tell him you were feeling hot too. he stretches his arms out and just lets you strip him. but he holds your hand to his chest and moves it up and down his abs. "you okay?" you ask him and his eyes are still closed but he responds with a soft yeah. he opens his eyes slowly and kisses at your hand, you smile. he's so cute and sweet, so you place a soft kiss at his cheek. but he wants more. "so hot already..." you tell him when he begins kissing you on your lips now. but he doesn't care. his body leans and arches up into yours. you feel and soothe his sides, making him moan softly in the kiss. you pull back and look down, teasing at the waistband of his briefs. "take it off, please" he says desperately and you begin pulling them down, "might as well". you touch at the tip of his dick, making him arch and moan. holding his waist, the warm skin under shivers somehow, "so hot..." he says. and you don't know if he's talkin bout you or the temperature.
JAEHYUN has been acting bad all week. meaning he's been messing with you, not listening to you, and its really taking a toll on you. its a friday night, and he was trying to get out of doing the dishes so he can get in bed with you earlier. you push him and tell him to quit it. he laughs, "aw c'mon, ill do it in the morning!" he nags. you shake your head no countless times, but he still doesn't listen. he groans and starts walking towards the bedroom with you and as much as you'd like to, you cant let him win. so you slap his arm, but he just laughs. "seriously, jaehyun, just fucking do it" you say more serious now and he just stands there, probably trying to come up with an excuse with that stupid smirk on his face. "well-" he begins but you cut him off so quick, "ill literally edge you later tonight and not let you finish if you don't do this shit". his expression turns serious, smirk falling real fast. a part of him likes the idea of edging, but the fact he wont finish is what makes him do a walk of shame to the kitchen sink. and when he finishes a couple minutes later, he meets you back in the bedroom. "listen" you begin and hes immediately sat on the edge of the bed. you kick him a little as he moves to the floor, kneeling. "you've been acting mad annoying this week, and this shit tonight really did it". and you just rant on and on. "y'know jaehyunnie, maybe just maybe, if you did the dishes the first time i asked you, i would've rode your shit til you passed out..." and he frowns, now feeling the consequences of his actions. he reaches for your knee, holding it while he groans softly. his glossy eyes plead for you to forgive him, but you cant be tempted, so you frustratedly kick his inner thigh, too close to his groin. he moans, eyes shutting for a little. and when they open, he scoots closer, and bites his bottom lip, like he's asking for more. it's hits you know that he's getting turned on by this...so you keep it going, kicking his thighs. and soon you've got him on the bed now, begging for you to forgive him in between loud moans and sharp breaths as you hit and hurt at his now bare body more.
WINWIN has had a terrible day. he's in bed nestled on your chest sobbing about his day and all the unlucky things that've been occurring to him. you stroke his hair in attempt to comfort him. you just listen for now. he's never been this emotional in a while, but you guess it all caught up to him now--bottling emotions. he stops ranting and just sniffles now. "i'm sorry that happened to you muffin" you coo as he hums in satisfaction when you soothe the back of his neck. "maybe i'll get super lucky now..." he says softly, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. you think for a second. "well, maybe you can wish for something" you propose and he sits up a little. "mm well..." he begins, looking at you then the wall. you turn his head to look at you. his eyes are still watery and puffy, his cheeks a little wet, lips tinted, and his hair tussled. you reach out to touch his cheek. he smiles and leans in, giving you a sweet and proper kiss. something about it makes him cry again, feeling tears run down onto your cheek. you pull back, watching as he quickly wipes his tears, but you stop him, "no need". he looks down, almost in shame, but when you bring him close to your chest again, his hands begin crawling all over you. he lets out a soft cry as his fingertips sink into your skin. he then needily kisses up your body til he reaches your neck, kissing at it next. "winwin..." you sigh but he can only mutter "stop it, i feel lucky right now".
JUNGWOO has a long day and just wants to be with you tonight. you can tell he’s exhausted, sore, all of it. so, you’ve prepared a bubble bath for him for a change. you lead him by the hand into the bathroom where the air is warm, candles are lit, and the bubbles appear to perfectly fit in the tub. it smells of lavender and vanilla, a warm and relaxing scent that brings relief over jungwoo. “oh wow, thank you my love” he says, giving you a hug. he strips amidst the warm and dim lighting. you watch as he gets in and you shuffle over to kneel next to the tub. you scoop and pour water on his back and shoulders gently. he feels the bubbles in his grasp and sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back. you kiss his shoulder and he smiles. you dip your hand beneath all the bubbles and find his hand, caressing it. you unknowingly feel around, feeling his knee, then his arm, then his abs, then his hip. he feels a shiver run through him, not knowing what you’ll touch next. “w-wait” he says and you meet his eyes with your own, tilting your head. “i’m just…really sensitive right now” he admits softly which makes you giggle. the way he looks so reliant on your touch is adorable. you pat his chest, “then what do you want me to do?” you ask with a smile. you find it amusing that he’s so eager right now to be touched and dealt with. “uh, can you—please—can you tease me longer?” he asks, gripping your arm that’s out of the water. you nod understandingly. you didn’t even think he’d be so turn on right now, you’re just touching him after all. yet he proves that your little effort touches exhilarate him as he leads your hand to his erection. you can’t see though with all these bubbles. so he suddenly gets up to kneel, his erection now resting along with all the bubbles as he looks down at it, breathing heavily. and it’s the most beautiful yet erotic thing you’ve seen.
MARK comes out the steamy bathroom, freshly showered, however, beyond exhausted from the days schedules. he doesn't even hum like usually does in the silence, just heads straight for the dresser, slipping on boxers and a t-shirt. he sighs. he walks out the room though, making you tilt your head. why didn't he lie down on the bed? you follow him and he's sitting at the kitchen table, opening his laptop. "more work?" you ask, frustrated for him. "yeah..." he responds, viewing some email that must be important. "now?" you ask, still frustrated at the workload he's been given at literally 12am. "yes!" he responds, now seeming annoyed. you furrow your brows and sit next to him, watching him then his laptop then him again. you kiss his cheek and watch as he gives a small quick smile. you just sit there for a few minutes, putting yourself boredom because you want to keep him company. you hear a chime as he sends an email and perk up, searching for an expression that says 'i'm finally done', but nope. after another few minutes, he sighs and turns over to you finally. he looks at your face, then your lips, before leaning in to give a long deep kiss. he pulls away, resting his head on your chest. his hands move to your shoulders, and he lets out a groan, "been thinking of you all day, its not fair they gave me so much bullshit to read". you soothe his back and pull him away, "then go on and finish" you say caringly. he stretches his arms out, then sits to fully face you now, just staring at you. you nudge his jaw with a finger, making him pout. he leans in to kiss you again, hands on your thighs now. he moans softly, as if it escaped accidentally. he pulls away slowly, looking down, hands coming closer to your inner thighs. "want to take a break markie?" you speak and he nods, melting into you, falling gently onto his knees, moaning pathetically when you open your legs just for him.
XIAOJUN and you have just settled into bed. the sheets have been freshly washed and you both just took showers, so the two of you are feeling rather refreshed. you sigh in relief after finally getting to lay down with xiaojun after having an exhausting day at work. “feels amazing. i like being here with you” he trails off as he closes his eyes. you nod even though he can’t see you. you like listening to his comforting words, and even when hes not talking, you still find his presence just as comforting. you nestle more under the covers. you smile at the sight of him dozing off and decide to just admire his face. its like he feels your eyes on him because he slowly opens his, then moves his gaze to meet yours. you place a hand on his jaw, holding his face. he leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowing a little. he looks hypnotizing, his beauty just off the charts. “i can’t fathom how perfect you are you know…” you tell him and he blushes. you smile at his flustered state but you want can’t help but give into your urge to touch him further. so you trace his nose bridge, his eyebrows, then his lips. you swipe his bottom lip and with an easy move, you push your finger into his mouth. he stares at you with doe eyes, sucking your finger lightly. you experiment: moving your finger in and out, pushing in deeper, circling around his tongue. and he flows along like he was made for you. his hands are at your waist now, moving you closer to him until he ditches your finger for your lips, whining into the needy kiss. he says sweet things between kisses and finally pulls back to stare at your finger again, “maybe two now?” he asks pitifully.
HENDERY and you share kisses after a few days being away from each other. you’re on top of him as hes laid down on the couch. his hands knead at your sides and waist and you dont think you can be any more closer to him than you are now. he feels overwhelmed when he should be feeling relieved though. he feels impatient and the idea of you inducing something more than just kisses takes over him. he takes your hand and places it right over his neck. he doesn’t lose his grip on your hand, but in fact, makes it tighter. “my love are you sure…” you begin but hes already shutting his eyes and moaning. he slowly removes his hand and you do him the favor of keeping your grip, choking him with immense pressure. his airway feels more difficult to breath in and out from, and he loves it. he can’t even talk right now, and doesn’t even try. instead he lets out choked moans and cries. you feel like hes gone too long without air so you release the pressure but keep your hands on him still. he immediately gasps and juts forward, feeling like he just got hit with some sort of whiplash of pleasure. hes impatient and is already kissing on you again. you’re still processing this new piqued interest of his and how it makes you feel too. safe to say, it really benefits you both as you feel the way his dick has gone hard beneath you.
RENJUN and you were cracking jokes all evening in the dim-lit kitchen of his place. its raining heavy out so you decided to stay in with him of course. you're going back and forth with him about the things he does that irks you. and its all in a playful manner. "and quit taking so long in the shower!" you mention and he scoffs. "dont you want me being clean for you?" he says in attempt to justify himself. you hesitate because you know he's right, but it aggravates you a little. "don't care" you say sarcastically as you get up, a smile on your face when you turn away from him. you hear him stutter a "wha-". "then you want me dirty?" he says gloomily. "mhm" you say as you begin cleaning the surface of the kitchen counter. you make eye contact with him and it's almost sensual. he gets up and walks to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. you don't think anything of it until you start to wonder if he got upset, though you were just joking with him. you hear a faint sighing sound and pause. you walk up to the door and put an ear up to it. you hear him making soft grunts. you slowly open the door and see him propped on the bed, straddling a pillow, with nothing but his briefs on. "oh renjunnie..." you say and slip past the door to sit beside him. he holds onto your shoulder and starts to let out whimpers, "honey w-wanted me dirty". you watch as he rides the pillow, more eager now, unable to take his eyes off you. you kiss his cheek then his lips tenderly, capturing the soft moans he lets out.
JENO has been annoying you all day and not on purpose. or maybe you’re just moody, not sure. but you finally had enough when he has the audacity to start vacuuming right in front of the tv with precision. you throw a pillow at him, “like you really have to be doing that right now?!” you exclaim frustratedly. he turns off the vacuum and stomps away. you roll your eyes and continue watching the tv. he comes back from god knows, you frankly don’t care, with a pink shopping bag. he plops it next to you on the couch. “what’s this?” you ask looking at the bag then at him. he shrugs, “would you care if I was vacuuming if I had this on?” he says with slight timidness. you sit up a little and toss aside the tissue paper, picking up the contents inside. “lingerie?” you state, slightly confused. you then realize it’s for men not women. you pull back a little to look at jeno with a smile. “you- do you like…it” he stammers and you bounce up, nodding and hugging him. you hold the outfit against his chest and push him excitedly all the way into the bathroom. “change! now!” you say before returning to the couch, awaiting your surprise. your imagination couldn’t compare to the sight before your eyes. *wink.what he wears is up to you* you’re no longer smiling when he casually picks up the vacuum and turns it on, cleaning the carpet. “jeno” you say blankly. he looks over at you and you take in the sight again, not knowing what to do next. jeno has never dressed up like this. so the way his toned muscles, his thin waist, and his overall dreamy physique fits in the lingerie is unreal. but you can tell he too doesn’t know what to do next as he fidgets with vacuum handle, waiting for you to say or do something. you stand up from the couch, slowly walking over to him, eyes locked on his. you grab his hand and lightly guide it to between your legs. you pull your soft shorts aside and he shudders when he feels the heat and dampness of you. “such a pretty puppy” you finally sigh out and his gaze softens. your lips connect into a soft kiss, but jeno soon becomes heave-ish and kisses with more fervor. you both practically trip over the now fallen vacuum as you make your way into the bedroom. your mind floods with thoughts on what you could possibly do to your oh so beautiful jeno.
HAECHAN steps into the kitchen, windows opened to provide refreshing cool air. you’re making french toast hence at the stove, but you turn to tell him good morning. but you notice immediately how he’s dressed, or rather the fact he’s just in boxers. and they’re the short ones too where his plush thighs are visible. he stands there, slightly bent at one knee. “come” you say with a smile and he walks over to stand besides you. he looks sleepy still, with his hair still ruffled. but you can tell he splashed his face with cold water upon squishing his cheeks delicately with one hand. you let your finger drag down his neck and shoulder lightly. he’s not a man of many words in the morning so all he does is stare at you longingly. you flip the french toast and reach for the bowl of washed berries, picking a small strawberry and feeding it to him. he lets out a small “mm” before moving to lean against the counter. he gives you kisses as you continue cooking the french toast. and with every chance you get, your hand closest to him is on him. your fingertips are feather light as they drag on his honey skin, across his stomach, biceps, hips, everywhere. he keeps his bottom lip tucked in and adjusts his hips to slightly jut forward. he lets out a heavy exhale through his nose which you note as he’s needy. but it’s he himself who slightly pulls down his boxers just below his hips. you touch at the exposed skin that’s dangerously close to his clothed erection. you finally finish cooking all the french toast and don’t hesitate to stand in front of him and slip your hand beneath his boxers. he lets out pretty noises, moans and whines you mentally rewind and play. you kiss his lips sweetly and it’s not long before he cums from the heat erupting inside him.
JAEMIN and you went out shopping for the day, courtesy of him of course. you hit up all the stores you’ve been wanting to spree at. while lookin for the next store, he suggests victoria’s secret, “yeah you can get new things, and i can look around too” he says. that’s true, next set will be chosen by him ig! you pick up some new underwear, new bras, and you feel spoiled already. at one point, jaemin has left your side and is checking out new lingerie arrivals. with spring time around, the color palette of pastels catches his eye, especially the pink. you walk up to him, “do you like this one?” you ask. he takes a step back then walks away, “hm, it’s not quite the one”. you look around too, finding a flowy yellow one, one that you’ve never seen, it’s pretty! “this!” you say and he smiles, telling you to get it. you’re finding your size when he puts something in the shopping bag. you don’t wanna look though, he’s probably hiding it for a reason. after waiting for him to pay, you make a stop at a pastry shop for a sweet treat (cuz ofc). he drives back, a smile gleaming on his face, glad he was able to spoil you today. once at his place, you start showing him what you got—like he wasn’t there anyway. you decide to try on a cute club fit you curated, walking to his bedroom and closing the door behind you. you change into the outfit and peep the fit in his long mirror. but when you open the door, jaemin isn’t sitting in the kitchen like he was. “na?” you ask, looking around. the bathroom door opens, and you’re not sure if you’re seeing this right, but jaemin looks bare, his shoulders peeping out the doorframe. as you walk closer, genuinely confused, your hands shoot over your mouth when you see him in full. he stands broad and muscular like he usually does, this time with a pastel pink lingerie set on. the top wraps around him like a ballet slipper, and the bottoms match in a teeny short form. “is it…okay?” he asks you, his hands resting on his shoulders, posture now slouched. you can’t tell if he knows he looks good and is asking for reassurance, or that it’s okay that he’s wearing lingerie. “i didn’t think the bedroom could get better, but, i guess i was wrong” you tell him softly, tracing the set with your eyes and fingers. he looks down, gesturing to the short boy shorts of an underwear he has on, “it was the only set that’d fit my dick” he says shrugging and you feel like YOU just got hard (*⁰▿⁰*)
YANGYANG usually isn’t one to be super submissive to you. at least that’s what he thinks. “you literally crawl…” you say, imagining it. “barely!” he shouts in protest. you hold him by the jaw, “listen, think what you want, but you do whatever i say at the end of the day” you say narrowing your gaze. he tuts and swats your hand away, “yeah right”. it’s now night and you’ve just come home from a night out with some friends. you had a couple drinks and stumble your way into yangyang's room, finding him at his desk playing on his pc. you don’t say anything, just hum. you tilt his head up quickly which takes him by surprise. you lean in but before pressing your lips together, you look around his room. “filthy” you say and yangyang finally exhales. “i didn’t have time to clean—“ you cut him off, “but you’re playing video games? clean your fucking room” you sneer. you walk out but he grabs your hand. “i’m sorry, please, don’t be mad. look i’ll do it right now” and he gets up and starts throwing trash away. you sit on his bed, watching him rush back and forth. “yangyang” you whisper to see if he’ll hear. he swivels around to face you. he rushes to your legs on the floor. “yeah? fuck- i mean, yes?” he responds, hands resting on your shins. “hmmmm” you say obnoxiously, “if you clean your room, i’ll ride you”. he freezes. it’s the ultimate ultimatum for him.
CHENLE has been trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes, arguing that he indeed is the most mature from the dreamies. “then why do you complain like a child all the time?!” you say and he laughs before trying to defend himself again. you push his shoulder playfully, “i hate you”. “not true-“ he begins and you roll your eyes, here he goes again. you cover his mouth with your hand, shutting him up finally. he tries to talk still, even making hand gestures like he usually does. you hold his hands together with your other hand. he tries to fight against it so you let go momentarily in which he continues obnoxiously arguing. you get a tie from his closet, think, then get a second one, and come back. you first tie one around his mouth. he’s smiling becuase he knows he’s successfully annoying you. the you two the other around his wrists. you drag him by the arm and put him in your bedroom. you laugh before closing the door on him. “mm m! mm m mm-“ you hear and it makes you laugh. when you open the door, he’s on the ground, now begging with his hands together. “m’ mm” he says, and you assume he’s trying to say ‘i’m sorry’. you’re about to untie his mouth but then you get an idea. you take him on the bed with you. you kiss his jaw and neck. he breaths though his nose ruggedly. he tugs on your pants, wanting you to take them off. but you scoff cause he really thinks he’s about to get sum. no, not in this case—where he’s finally shut up. you lift his shirt up so it’s bunched around him then pull his pants down to his thighs. then you sit on his lap and do what he hates most—ridicule him. “yknow, you’re so out your mind. i’m always right but you argue with me anyway. truth is that mouth of yours sucks, so maybe it should be closed forever” you tell him. he furrows his brows, and here he goes, mumbling loudly. you pinch his side and he groans. “the tie is there for a reason, for you to shut up” you scold. he whines, wanting nothing more than to talk right now. “there is one thing i like from that mouth of yours…” you say, tilting your head dramatically. “m! m!” he says, nodding. he even sits up a little more. he tugs at your pants again, but you slap his hand away, “ah, when you sing” you flourish. he whines and groans, feeling like he’s going insane. he’s not even shameless though with his growing bulge that’s beneath you. maybe you should tie him up more?…
JISUNG and you are apart for the time being. he’s gone on tour so he can only do so much to communicate with you. he facetimes, calls, texts. he even invites you to jams on spotify like hello. anyway you’ve just woken up to like ten messages from him. they’re all videos with black covers. the only text he sent said “you’re asleep aren’t you…”. you text back before you watch the videos though, letting him know you’re now up. you’re taken way far aback when you press play on that first video. your cheeks immediately heat up at the sight—jisung slowly pumping his dick in his hand. he’s in the bathroom of the hotel it appears, dark and only a warm light illuminating the room. you physically cover your mouth with a hand when you scroll to the next video. he’s pumping himself faster. all. the. videos. him jerking off. countless times he’s climaxed. and with every video, he rids of more clothes, his sweat intensifies, and he’s more of a mess. you haven’t watched all the videos throughly when you text him again, “ji…what the fuck went down last night”. you assume he’s sleeping still—peacefully and sound at that, clearly. you click back to watch the last video though. you pull your blanket over yourself and watch as jisung pumps his dick agonizingly slow. he then lets go, resting his hand on his shoulder for a moment. “mommy, mommy” he pants, his dick twitches which makes him moan. he snakes his hand from his shoulder to the cum that decorates his abs. he spreads it around with two fingers before wiping it on his face. and with that he lets out a deep groan as he cums untouched. you deep down can’t wait til tonight to watch these videos again…
SION and you have been baking all evening. with sweet treats set to the side, you both stare at them, debating if you should even eat them. "took too long, we have to eat them" he reasons and you guess he has a point. you pick up a fudge brownie, taking a bite out of it. he leans over to take a bite out of it too. he moans from how tasty it is and though it's a normal reaction, he barely ever makes noises like that. you watch his expressions as he chews. you pick up a cream puff and feed it to him this time. he oh so innocently makes eye contact as he takes a bite. the powdered sugar coats his lip, and the cream resides on his cheek. you smile at the slight mess he has made and don't even both cleaning it up. he attempts to lick the cream away but his tongue doesn't quite reach. so instead you make the gallant choice of licking it off for him. you hum at the sweetness. you stan up from your chair and this time stand between his legs as you feed him another bite, then another. and eventually he has made such a mess on his face, and he knows damn well what he's doing. moaning a little too much, holding a sultry gaze with you, even slightly licking your finger whenever he takes a bite from the pastry you hold up to him. "you have such a sweet tooth" you tell him and he smiles and nods impatiently, just wanting more from the one you're holding. you pull it away from him and he physically jolts, whining. but who knew someone could get turned on from this, and he clearly is from the way his hand rests down on the chair between his thighs, where his erection shifts a little when you notice it. his face burns hot and a pink blush creeps in, but nonetheless his tongue is sticking out, waiting for another sweet.
RIKU splashes into the cool water. you both took a day trip to a small cozy lake house. the sun has just gone down when you both finally decided it was time for a night swim. “now you, come on” he jesters. you uncross your arms and take a moment to slip off your tshirt. riku treads in the water, catching his breath a little whilst eyeing you. his mouth slightly hangs open as you approach the water from the ground instead of the wooden dock. “bummer, no jump?” he says scoffing and you shake your head no. he’s crawling in the shallow water to where you stand, water at your knees. he kneels now, holding one of your thighs. “did i ruin the mood?” you say slightly annoyed by his comment. he kisses your leg but you think nothing of it, after all riku is very affectionate. he looks down, “no..”. the sound of leaves in the wind, crickets, and him kissing your skin fills the silence. he gets closer to your inner thighs, making you sharply inhale. he looks up at you with those sad pure eyes. the moonlight reflects in his eyes and it’s then you notice that they’re glossier than normal. he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no one speaks. you walk deeper into the water, past him. the waters up to your shoulders now when you turn to him and fidget with strings of your bathing suit. taking the top off, he watches from afar, wondering how he deserves this. riku makes his way over to you, the moment feeling like a dream. maybe you’re putting him in a trance. riku doesn’t know how to handle this—does he touch you, be casual about this, maybe strip too? yeah he’ll do just that. so by the time he’s in front of you, you’re both nude in the brisk water, ripples emitting from the way he holds you against him. “i would ask you to slap me to see if i myself am dreaming, but i think id just get more turned on” he mutters into your neck.
YUSHI wouldn’t stop being needy all day. you told him last week that it’s good to take a break from certain things for a little. since then, he’s become relentless. but especially today, you woke up to him grinding slyly against your leg. and when you came to his dorm earlier, he hugged you the second you stepped foot into the place—whining, breathing heavy, and you could feel heat emitting from him. but you’re staying true to your words. it’s not until you’re playing video games in the living room that you realize yushi has become pathetic alongside crazy. every time he lost and you won, he’d whine and glance to see if you’d look at him. but you only saw him through your peripheral. he’d become frustrated at the game eventually and sat atop a pillow, whining and slightly grinding on it. you noticed and kicked his leg which you shouldn’t have done cause now he’s humping your leg. you try and kick him away but you don’t wanna lose the game so you give up. he’s panting and moaning, humping at your leg with his evident erection. “yushi, stop that!” you say, though you know he won’t listen. he throws himself on the couch besides you, humping into the blanket that’s all bunched up between you two. he leans to kiss your neck and for a moment he’s humping the air. you let out a laugh and he pulls back with a whine. “it’s not funny…”. he furrows his eyebrows.
JAEHEE is cuddled next to you. he just went out to eat with his members and in result is tired from all the food. you take in his appearance—his messy hair, tan skin, and his sharp smile. and while he’s in the middle of his sentence, you lean down to kiss him. you pull back and he’s surprised. “that was lovely…thanks” he sweetly says which makes you just kiss him again. he sits up a little now, holding your jaw to kiss you deeper. your hand snakes under his sweater. with your touch gliding over his abs, you drag your nails into his skin. he pulls apart from the kiss to let out a huff followed by a short moan. “you’re such a freak” you joke at him but he’s not laughing. his chest rises and falls more intensely as you scratch him again, deeper too. “fuck” he whispers, sensually bucking his hips up a little. “like when i scratch you? want it to hurt more?” you tease and he can’t even respond because when you immediately scratch down his side, he moans. shivers run through him and you’re pretty sure he has goosebumps. you play with him more, letting your nails dig into his chest, into his hips, dangerously close to beneath his waistband. he’s so desperate that he flips over, looking defeated as he lifts the bottom of his sweater up, revealing his lower back. you take the hint. you run your fingertips along the smooth skin lightly before digging your nails into the skin, dragging them across the area. he lets out a pretty moan, sinking deeper into his mattress as if that would help the pain. but he loves it and the way you gain satisfaction from something so hurtful.
warnings: chenle getting upset (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) (but also a tease)
authors note: might write smthn with all members again but oml it takes so goddamn longgg ;D
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you and chenle sit in silence, the silence growing every minute. earlier you had called him lazy—half joking, half the truth—for being glued to his game, in which he had not laughed.
“are you gonna talk to me?” you ask him, your voice softened now but grown with impatience.
he doesn’t answer—just continues to clean up around his room with more focus than needed, purposely ignoring you. “you know im right,” you mutter, unapologetic, even though the air is tense and he’s clearly still ticked off.
he freezes mid-motion to turn and look at you now. “you don’t have to be so annoying about it,” he says, not harsh—but not gentle either.
you roll your eyes, getting up from his bed. “im just gonna go. i’ll see you later or something,” you mutter, gathering your stuff with a resigned sigh.
he watches you, jaw shifting slightly before he speaks, “alright—wait” he says, his voice genuine.
you pause at the door of his room. he steps closer, hesitating and searching for the right words.
“i don’t wanna be upset with you,” he says finally, his hand reaching for your arm. his touch is grounding, his eyes catching yours which makes you gives in a little.
his fingers graze along your arm, the soft gesture making you feel less angered.
you don’t pull away, but you also suppress the fact that you’re softening up right now. then don’t be” you say quietly, slightly colder than you mean. “you always get like this when I call you out.”
he exhales, slow and unsteady. “yeah,” he admits, “i know.”
you cock your head, surprised that he’s admitting to his wrongs. he’s still holding your arm—lightly, but with purpose—and his expression is open in a way you barely see. vulnerable even.
“i just…” he runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “you get under my skin. but, not in a bad way.”
you raise a brow, “not in a bad way?”
he steps closer, and now you can feel the heat of him, the way the space between each other has shrunk without you realizing it. his voice drops, lower. “you push me. call me out. make me feel shit im not used to feeling.”
you swallow, intrigued. and for a moment, neither of you speak. you let your eyes trace the edge of his jaw, the tension in his neck, the way his fingers flex slightly against your skin—like he’s deciding whether to hold on tighter.
“is that supposed to be a compliment?” you ask, slightly teasing, but your heart is also slightly racing.
he smiles, just barely. that stupid smile. “yeah. i think it is.”
there’s a beat—just long enough for your defense to falter—before he leans in, not quite kissing you yet, but his lips hovering close to yours. “you leaving or staying?” he asks.
you sigh, giving in as your bag slips from your shoulder, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
“i haven’t decided yet,” you say sarcastically because you did indeed make a decision.
his lips curl into a something like a smirk and a surrender before he leans in, planting a kiss on your cheek teasingly. “good choice” he says softly as his hands find your waist to slowly pull you closer.
warnings: teasing, spanking, slapping, grinding, …oiled up
authors note: this was fun lol. also i’m gonna start writing for individual members, finally!! 🗣️🤝
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MARK is under your commands tonight. you have him on all fours at your feet as you lounge back on the couch, calm and in control. his sweatpants are tugged down along with his briefs just enough to reveal his bare ass. his head hangs low, silently waiting for your touch. you let your fingers trail slowly down his back, feeling his firm and toned muscles, pausing just long enough to tease him. your hand drifts lower before briefly delivering a sharp smack to his ass. his body flinches and squirms, a soft groan slipping from his lips, breath quickening as he squirms under your attention. "desperate already markie?" you tease at him. you shove two fingers between his lips and he takes them in eagerly. he sucks them while letting out a needy whine. continuing to spank him with your free hand, his skin reddens. then, just as slowly, you soothe the sting with a gentle caress, letting him feel both the ache and your affection. you slip your fingers out from his mouth and tussle his hair as he crawls up to you now, severely hard. but you'll take care of him.
RENJUN lies sprawled across the bed, utterly lost to everything but you. lips parted in quiet anticipation as you lean in to kiss him, trailing warm, lingering kisses down his neck to his collarbone. your fingers find the knot of his tie, loosening it before tugging at the soft fabric of his sweater. your touch glides lower, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. gently, you guide him back onto the bed, his sweater bunched up around his torso. you take in how disheveled he already is—flushed, breathing unevenly, already beautifully undone. your hands move slowly, reverently over his body, fingers brushing so lightly against his warm skin, causing him to shudder. his hips subtly chase your touch, aching for more as you trace along the curves of his soft figure. you climb atop him, straddling his hips, feeling him melt under the slow grind of your body against his. his hands clutch weakly at the sheets as soft, desperate sounds spill from his lips. when your fingers slip under his sweater, teasing at his sensitive nipples, his back arches helplessly, whining for you as a sign that he's just your little toy.
JENO kneels in front of you, his body tense with anticipation as you sit at the edge of the bed, watching him with a slow, predatory gaze. you tilt his chin up with a finger, cooing sweetly, "is my puppy going to behave today?". he says nothing but nods instead in response. you tut softly, delivering a sharp slap across his cheek. his head drop immediately, shame tinting his skin a beautiful shade of pink. "we use our words, don't we?" you remind him. and he looks up with the cutest glossy eyes, stammering as he says 'y-yes'—so soft and fragile it barely reaches your ears. you hum approvingly, and with that, you command him to strip. he obeys without hesitation, shedding each piece of clothing until he’s bare before you — trembling, exposed, while you're still fully dressed. wordlessly, he presses his head against your thighs, nuzzling into you aching for your touch, your attention, your approval, anything. "so needy... so pathetic," you mutter, savoring the way he shudders against you.
HAECHAN and you had been fighting all day. the minute you walked in with groceries, he started complaining again. you didn’t even listen—just shoved the bags at him. “put this shit away,” you snapped, disappearing to your room. ten minutes of silence pass. when you come back out, he immediately drops to his knees in front of you. you try nudging him with your foot, but he clings tighter. "you know i'm sorry, m' just so stressed from work..." he trails and you roll your eyes. he starts crying, sobbing actually. you look at him with wide eyes and a stern expression. "i know your not crying right now" you say in disbelief, nudging his temple with your finger. you're sitting at the kitchen table when he kneels in front of you. he sniffles, resting his head against your thigh. “you don’t like meee~,” he whines. you slap his cheek, "your right. you never shut up, then you cry like a bitch. stupid." that’s when he groans and starts grinding against your foot. "keep going," he begs. "tell me. tell me how much you hate me". seems like he likes your criticism.
JAEMIN came home with one thing on his mind—you. he got home from schedule's to find you relaxing in your bed, playing on your nintendo switch. he throws on just a pair of pajama pants before sinking next to you. you catch up on each others days. he groans, stretching, throwing an arm on your body. when you turned to him, his lips met yours—slow and sweet. he pulled back just enough to guide your hand to the growing bulge between his legs, his voice soft when he says "play with me." you smirk at him. you grab a bottle of body oil of your nightstand. you pump some on him, massaging it into his abs, collarbone, neck, all over his body. he bites his lip, trying not to slip out any pathetic sounds. he's in heaven; the way you tease his nipples, begin kissing down his body, and mostly the way you hold his wrists together. your fingers tickle down his sides, making his body respond—back arching and body shivering. jaemin melted beneath you—yours to play with, all night long.
CHENLE usually doesn't let you get the upper hand, but today? he lets it slide. he's eager to see what you'll do with him. you don't hesitate to begin laying him down on the bed, straddling him while he looks up at you with that familiar, cocky smirk. but shits not funny to you. your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head back into the pillows. he lets out a gasp, surprised, a low groan slipping from his lips at the slight sting. "wipe that look off your face lele," you remind him as you tug his shirt off him. he doesn't resist—he let's you take control, lets you handle him like you mean it. and he definitely does not have that stupid smirk plastered on his face anymore when you flip him over. he lets out a giggle though, never seeing you handle him as you just did. you grab a fistful of his hair, "laugh again and i'll ruin you". your words send a shiver through him, uncertain if he should be nervous or turned on. probably both. you then proceed to push his face into the pillows, smothering his face in them as he breathes heavily. you enjoy the state he's in—he's just always so bratty all the time. but right now? right now, he's yours.
JISUNG is currently trying to escape your rathe. your wrestling in the bed and you've got him pinned. "safe to say i won" you say while straddling him, arms pinned to the side. next thing you know, hes beneath you begging, "please, i need more". but you just smile, dragging your fingertips down his chest, watching how his body squirms under your touch. "more what?" you ask teasingly as you kiss softly at his jaw. "you know...please don't tease" he says, face red and hot. your hand returns to his bulge just to feel the way his body jolts, making you giggle. he whines, thighs shaking as he begs more. you ignore his pleads, "youre so sensitive" you mutter. "so easy to ruin..." you trail off as he nods frantically. "i—i can’t take it, please, just—please touch me…". you smile, contuing to palm him. "beg a little prettier for me." and he does—trembling and needy all for you.
authors note: ive been feeling submissive behavior lingering in the air lately…but anyways! whipped this up rq bc i can’t sleep (°▽°) thank u for reading as always!! ∩^ω^∩
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MARK is exhausted from his long day–he couldn't possibly take anything else to annoy him even more. that is until you swiftly push up against him as hes eating fruit in the kitchen. but you didn't mean to…right? “was that on purpose?” he says fed up, knowing what games you're playing with him. it’s been like this all day. quick grazes on his skin, on his neck, hell you even wore a short skirt and “accidentally” moaned when you stubbed your toe. “no” you say acting clueless. he eyes you as you walk out the kitchen. by this time, hes over it and just wants you to touch him. so he follows you into your bedroom talkin’ something bout “please y/n”, and god his voice is so whiny. he falls to his knees, “i've been a good boy all day. and im so hard- just look!” he whines, hands hastily tugging down his sweatpants to reveal his hard cock, tip red and veins prominent. hes just sitting there, lip between his teeth, eyes puppy eyed begging for you to just touch him already. “please-” he begins, moving closer to you who's sitting at the edge of the bed. you decide to play with him one last time, hand coming to his bare cock, rubbing it as you watch him fall apart. “fuck y/n!” he yelps from the sudden movement. “what were you saying?” you say head tilting. “please touch me, y/n. i've been a really good boy so please, i'm begging you.” his eyes are glossy and teary, hands now traveling to the inside of your thighs. i guess you can give in now.
RENJUN rests on the outdoor lounge chair, soaking in the sun and heat on a sweet summer day. you lean against the door frame to the patio, watching him intensely noticing the way he's just in shorts, his hand over his face, hair messy and ruffled and lips glossy as his tongue glides over them. you bring him a glass of water, “thirsty?”. he lazily scooches up on the chair, nodding his head as hes too tired to say anything. he eyes you as he notices what you're wearing; a pink bikini with a sheer skirt cover up. “mm-” he whines, but you're not exactly sure at what. that is until he starts grazing your arms, your legs, your shoulders, your hips. his eyes dart between your body and your eyes, hoping you get what he means. “what is it?” you ask, already knowing what he wants. his arms attempt to pull you on top of him, but he's just too tired, too tired and horny. he whines as you giggle at his intentions. “you’re so cute my junie” you tease him, holding his face in your hand. his eyes look close to closed as he pants from both the heat and the fact he's in heat. “please-” he whines, shifting his hips closer towards you, hoping you notice the way he's so hard right now. and oh you do. his shorts tighten around his hard dick, you can see the way it twitches whenever you move your hands against him and his face. he pants and whines more before saying, “i'm begging you”. you smile softly at him as you nod and he slides his pants off with low effort, exposing his stiff cock to you.
JENO wakes in the middle of the night, moving quietly to the kitchen to help quench his thirst. when he comes back, he towers over your sleeping body, imagining a fantasy he wants to fulfill. you’re been rather harsh with him all day. feeling spontaneous, he climbs over your sleeping body, straddling your hips as his hands lay on either side of your head. he takes in your sleeping figure, beginning to grind against your body. he stops at first, debating wether he should continue. but he advances, trying his best to hold in his pretty little moans as he bites his lower lip. his eyes shut, feeling so turned on, that is until you wake up. you grab his arms taking him by surprise. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” he pleads whilst panicked. you smile at his intentions, pulling his hips closer to you, signaling that he can keep going. he feels guilty at first, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you with an apologetic expression. you soothe his arms before guiding his hips to continue, gradually moving them faster. he lets out heavy breaths, jaw agape at the sensation. “it’s okay, keep going my honey”, you reassure him cradling his face as he whimpers. his hands replant besides you before he gets more control on hips, grinding them harder and faster on you. you notice the way his eyes water, at the way he whines instead of moans. “what’s wrong?”, you ask pouting. “pleasee”, he whines, breathes becoming unsteady. whispering into his ear, “what do you want? tell me?”, he admits, “you…want to feel you…” you says moving more impatiently against you now. you tease him further, “hmm…maybe!”. he sniffles now, back arching a little when he says “please, i’m begging”. you just can’t resist him now can you?
HAECHAN games with the dreamies late at night. it’s been hours since he’s payed you a little more than 5 minutes of attention to you. you huff, “haechan, can you get off now?” you ask. he lets out a “mm”, turning towards you then quickly returning back to his game. “your right, continue, just ignore i’m here” you roll your eyes laying in his bed mindlessly, getting even bored of your phone. earlier in the morning, you had gone shopping, so feeling like a tease, you prompt that you’re going to show him what you bought. he nods and lets out another, “mm”. you put on your new dress; it was off white, silky with lace and a bow in the back, not to mention it did wonders to your figure, accentuating your curves. you stand before him, waiting for him to look. he rapidly takes a peek at you and looks back at his screen, but his eyebrows furrow as he takes a double take. “wow…” he says mouth agape. “do you like it?” you ask with big eyes, hoping that he’d ditch his game now. and he does exactly that. “so pretty…” he mutters as he romantically takes your hand and kisses it. “hm, it’s a shame though…” you say eyes staring at the ground as you shrug your shoulders. what could possibly be a shame when you look like a goddess beforth him? “what? what is it?” he says softly, continuing to kiss your hands and up your arm. “i wanted you to fuck me in it…”, and he can’t belive what just came out your mouth. he’s silent, jaw hung, wanting to say something but you’re quicker. “but you’re just too busy, playing for hours when you could’ve been fucking me instead…” you say, eyes wandering around his room. you retreat back to his bed, sitting at the edge. he’s silent when he moves from his chair to the floor, crawling towards you. you can’t believe it, now he wants to give you attention. as he kneels in front of you, he lets out apologies. but you only laugh. “i’m sorry…i’m begging you, please forgive me?” he says and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears.
JAEMIN told u he was horny, straight up. but being the tease you are, you insist on helping him later while retreating back to the bathroom to take a shower. he huffs, but he won’t accept defeat. so he waits a little for you to bask in the shower, running the hot water through your hair as he slips in quietly. you open your eyes to the sight of him closing the shower door. “jaemin!” you exclaim, slightly surprised that he snuck in so quietly. him on the other hand stands under the water with you, hands gripping your waist as he impatiently kisses at your neck. you push him away, “can i finish?” you ask assertively. he complies as he sits on the showers ledge, the cool tiles beneath him. he bites his lip as he watches you, the soap and water glistening on your body. nope, he can’t wait, so he begins moving his hand around his hard cock, letting his head fall back against the wall. he breaths heavily as he watches you, turned on at the sight of you bathing yourself. he tucks his bottom lip, biting it as he feels himself already close to his climax. as you finish up, he wastes no time to move his other hand to your waist turning you to face him. you smile at his desperation as he plants kisses all over your wet body, his hand still pleasuring himself. you push him off you, bending down a little to firmly say, “pathetic”. he slows his movements, “but-“ he refutes as he eyes your body again. “do whatever to me…i’m begging” he says with big eyes that look up at you. whatever hm?
CHENLE has been between your thighs for some unmeasured time now, lapping and eating you out to the gods. you’re not sure how you get here, but you remember him telling you that he’s better at everything than you are. “pleasuring you, i’m better at that” he says cockily. taking another sip of your drink, he tell him “that i’ll give you, but i’m better at making you beg!” you say proudly. he scoffs, “well you’ve done that like, what 4 times? who’s counting!”. “so? betters better than occurrence…” you trail. fast forward, he’s got you laid in bed, pleasuring you in motivation to mark his words. “fuck lele-“ you moan, hands coming to pull at his hair. you’re overstimulated and he’s latched on so hard you can’t get him off you. as you feel you’re nth orgasm about to hit you, you finally pull him off you, boldly slapping his cheek, “you don’t stop do you?”. his pussy drunk eyes meet yours, his mouth glistening from your juices. he whines at the slight sting, muttering shit like, “taste so good” and “such a sweet pussy for me” and you refuse to let down your initial claim. you notice the way his bulge is clearly evident in his pants. you cock your head, staring back into his eyes as you use your knee to rub against his hard on. his head falls, letting out a groan and exclaiming “fuck!”. “want it?”, you say tilting your head. he nods rapidly, eyes shutting at the sensation as he lets out pretty moans for you. “beg for it” you whisper with a smile. he opens his eyes, shaking his head no refusing to lose against you. so, you stop. “no no no” he pleads. you look at him intensely, his eyes looking down then back at your before saying, “i want it, so bad, let me have it please please. i’m- i’m begging you”. you smile at your achievement as you move to slide his pants down…
JISUNG and you cuddle in bed. he’s talking bout how much he missed you over the past couple days as he was just so busy. as you listen to him, you caress his face, his arms, his torso. he leans into your touch, whining that he’s overworked and so tired. “tired?” you ask. “mhm, so tired, danced all day so my body’s so sore…” and it’s clear that he wants some pleasure. so you give it him. you start just by massaging him, letting out the tension he has in his muscles. you pull his shirt of, rubbing his sides and shoulder harder as he lets out sighs. “so good” he trails as his eyes close. as you let your hands wander to his abs, you trace them as you now notice the way the bulge in his pants because more bigger and bigger. your eyes widen fixated on it, but then you remember something. you had called jisung throughout the day, checking in on him. but he never mentioned he was doing dance practice and that he went to a meeting and he chilled in the studio with the others. you stop your movements. “jisung…” you say now fixated on his face. one of his eyes open, “hm?” and wow he’s so oblivious. “you’re lying aren’t you?”. he’s silent but has the audacity to palm himself thinking you wouldn’t notice. he’s so hard it’s painful, his pants constraining him. “yknow, you didn’t have to lie about being sore, just tell me you want a massage with a happy ending next time”. “m’ sorry” he says quietly. moving his hands off his bulge, you let your hands wander back on his body now, touching everywhere but where he needs it most. he whines and shifts around, clearly annoyed. you plant kisses leading down from his neck to his bulge and stop abruptly. he just whines more now, “hurts so bad, please. touch me, i’m begging” and aw you can’t say no to that face!
warnings: masterbation, edging, mention of blood, overstimulation, p in v, mutual masterbation, squirting, small mention of choking, spit play, a cherry lollipop…, swearing, praising, mommy kink, somnophilia, nipple play, yelling/arguing, slapping, thigh kink, dry humping
authors note: back from my grave to post & once again, something for all! (btw this took forever because im a procrastinator ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼) ty for reading!!! 💗
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JOHNNY is laying down on the couch while you clean up the kitchen for the night. what you do notice is what you're wearing; something rather short and tight as pijamas. what you don't seem to notice is the way johnny sneaks glances whenever you bend down as he strokes his hard cock underneath his sweatpants. when you finally make your way over, he quickly takes his hand out from his pants in hopes you didn’t notice his action, but oh you do. you decide to mess with him a little. you take a seat in his lap before stretching your neck and back showing off your cute little outfit that he so dearly wants off of you. you can feel the way his cock twitches as you do so and his face burns up, turning a light shade of red as you coo to him, “my johnny wants something hm?”. before he could say anything you grind your hips earning a loud groan from him. “wait-”, he says as you continue rolling your hips against his hard. you giggle at him, he looks cute the way hes trying to make you stop to let him breath for a second. “what is it? want me to stop?”, you tilt your head. “want it off- off please!”, he begs as his fingers attempt to pull off your shorts. you smile at him before getting off to do so as he does the same. “better?”, you say, caressing his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense up at the sensation of his cock grinding against your bare cunt. “yes.. fuck- yes feels so good!!”. its seconds before he starts groaning loudly, jolting and squirming at the way you pick up your pace going hard and faster. “please…”, he whines, gripping at your tits and thighs. “please what?”, you ask, your hands on top his. “please, need to cum. please let me, please”, he begs. you prop yourself on his abs before going even faster and harder, sweat beading off one another's bodies as you both cum. you slow down your pace as he lets out soft exhales, bodies coming together in an embrace. “was gonna give you more than that…”, you start. he's definitely going to get exhausted tonight.
TAEYONG and you are chopping up fruit to eat on a sweet summer day, sun beaming into the kitchen gleamingly. the energy is comforting, until the knife taeyong was using slips off the table and onto your lap, the sharp edge grazing your mid thigh, cutting through deep enough for blood to course out. “fuck! i’m sorry, i'm so sorry”, he pleads as he rushes to get a damp towel. you sit there, taking in the slightly piercing feeling, to be honest it doesn't hurt much but you let taeyong treat you. “im sorry my love, the knife it- it fell then it just- fuck im so sorry.” he says as you notice his now glossy eyes. you smile as he's on his knees, gently wiping up the blood. “it's okay taeyongie, im fine, don't worry” you give him a peck on the lips, hands playing with his hair subtly. “i just- fuck” he sighs. you sense the way he's feeling, guilty. the atmosphere turns intimate, your hand continuing to play with his hair as his head rests on top of your thighs. his eyes are glossy and his lips a little red. he slowly caresses your legs now, as you tug his hair a little earning a moan from him. his lips meet your fresh cut, kissing it to soothe his guilt. but he for some reason can't stop. his lips keep kissing your legs and when he looks up at you, gosh does he look so adorable. you can't help but move a finger to his bottom lip, then between his lips then in his mouth. he sucks on it, slowly, eyelids struggling to stay open as he relaxes. you tug at his hair once more, he moans with your finger on his tongue as you make eye contact and pat the counter in front of you. you pull his pants down a bit as he sits on the counter in front of you, as you begin sucking him off. it happens quick, everything right now feels so intimate, relaxing, though, you just got sliced with a knife. he throws his head back, letting every sound escape from him as you take him all down in your throat. he groans loudly in response, hand moving to grip your head. “i'm sorry” he lets out softly. you replace your mouth with your hand, smiling up at him before leaning in to kiss him. it's like you can feel all of him, the way he's calm and composed, yet still feeling a little guilty, and you feel like he thinks he should be doing something to you instead. “i'm sorry, okay?”, he says again, this time quieter. pulling him closer to you in a hug, your hand moves faster on his cock as he whines a bit. you move close to his ear now, “cum”, and he does exactly that.
YUTA and you sit in the living room, playing on your switch and feeling all giggly. it isn’t long before you win the game and he comes attacking you, “not fair!”, he says as he tickles your sides. he showers you with kisses saying, “your just good at everything hm?” and you imply that he’s talking about other stuff. “why? wanna see what i can do?”, you say teasingly, but he’s definitely serious when he blankly says, “yeah”. you pause for a moment before you both quickly remove your clothing. you straddle him on the couch as you leave marks on his neck. you bring a hand to jerk him, resulting in loud desperate moans leaving his throat. you’re just too good, the way his adrenaline races as you act fast, and they way he feels your skin on his, it’s all so much for him, so he cums quickly, but you don’t plan on stopping now. you sit on his still hard cock, bouncing so effortlessly as he kisses your chest talking bout, “feels like heaven, so perfect, m’ perfect for you right?” and he’s looking at you with big glossy eyes. you grab his hair, tilting his head up as you let spit fall into his mouth. “your mine”, you whisper in his ear and that’s all he needs to hear before he cums. you pull off of him, letting the fluid run down both of you, he moans at the sight. “more”, he says. “u sure?”, you reply because you honestly thought this was a one and done thing. you shrug, pushing him on his back, as you turn around, fucking yourself onto him as he kneeds your ass. the sounds make you heat up more, the sounds of skin slapping and his shameless moans and groans. it’s not long before he cums again, but it’s certainly not the last time tonight.
KUN is nestled into you, the sunlight shining through the light curtains. he’s rambling about his plans for today while aimlessly tracing circles on your stomach. “so will you come?”, you snap back into reality. “come?”, you perch up. he laughs, “will you come to the store with me, silly”. you smile, “of course my love”. you cradle his face, taking in the way he’s naturally glowing and the way his toned body lays next to yours. it’s like he senses what you want, so he crawls between your legs, kissing up your legs, holding one over his shoulder. you let him do what he wants, eating the hell outta you. and when he does he’s rutting himself against the mattress, moaning into your pussy, not ever thinking to stop anytime soon. you feel overstimulated and tug his hair telling him, “no more, please…”, but he just can’t get enough of you. “so- so good though…”, he whines. you tug his hair harder now, maneuvering him to lay down beneath your. “why don’t you ever listen?”, you tut at him. you bring his arms beside his head as you grind roughly on his hard bulge. “fuck!”, he cries out, but you don’t care. you continue until he’s shaking uncontrollably. but right before he reaches his orgasm, you sit up off of him. he whines loudly, “shit- please no”. you just giggle, not feeling any pity for his bad behavior from before. you grind on him once again, but stopping when you sense his high coming, leaving him laying there edged and pathetic. “m’ sorry, just let me cum please!”, he pleads, but as you say, “i guess”, you just edge him over and over again.
DOYOUNG walks into your shared room, idling near the door looking at you then the floor. "whats wrong?" you ask. he says nothing as he presses his lips together, continuing to look at the floor as he sits on the bed next to you. he finally looks into your eyes. he cant quite talk right now. hes too embarrased. no, hes ashamed. "i-" he stutters out. "you what?", you say running out of patience. "i want you to play with me." he finally admits. you smile. "okay my doyoungie", you say softly. your fingers swipe against his damp lips, eyes fixated on the way he wants to open his mouth. you hum as he does so, allowing your finger to enter. he sucks around your finger, tongue swiping against it as he breathes heavily. he whines. you release you finger, holding him by the jaw as you tell him, "you wont make a peep, and if you do...you lose!", you say with a soft smile. he nods. hes laying on the bed as you straddle him, his briefs being the only thing keeping him apart from your bare cunt. hes trying so hard not to let a moan escape. he feels that he needs to, but hes a good boy, he would never. suddenly, you pull down his briefs, sinking quickly onto his erection. he groans, eyes darting to yours in hopes you didnt notice. buy you very well did. you bring a hand up, smacking him across the cheek enough for it to sting a bit. he whimpers. again, you smack other cheek now. his eyes turn glossy, a tear running down his cheek as you bounce so perfectly on his cock. his hands grip onto your waist tightly, keeping eye contact with you as you throw your head back, letting a loud moan out almost as if your taunting him. he bites hard on his lip, hands now gripping your ass. you take his hands and hold them to the sides of his head. you stare down at him and his wet cheeks and puffy eyes and flushed out face. he closes his eyes, he feels pathetic, but he loves it. "cum." you tell him. he lets out a quiet low groan as he does so. his body shakes against yours as he pants as he throws his head back against the pillows. you lay beside him, hugging him as he sniffles and wipes his cheeks.
TEN walks into the living room to see you cleaning. he sits on the couch watching you vacuum. when you finish, you notice the way he’s still watching you whilst laying on his back. you walk over, “what’s wrong?” you say caressing his cheek. he leans into it talking bout you’ve been ignoring him and leaving him alone and shit. “well i didn’t mean to, let me make it up to you hm?”, “well okay”, he smiles. “get on your knees okay?” and he does so quickly knowing what’s coming next. now what he likes is your thighs, your precious sweet and soft thighs that feel just too good around him. he kneels on the sofa as you stand in front of him. he slowly begins humping, cock squished between your soft thighs. he grips your waist tightly, hard enough to leave marks, as you squeeze your thighs closer together. caught by surprise he moans into your side and bites the flesh, squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden feeling. you giggle at his pathetic actions and he whines in response. you let him at it for a couple minutes until he begins unevening his pace, going slower, signaling that he’s close. you reach behind you to intertwine your fingers in his hair. “aww my tennie, i’m sorry i left you alone”, you apologize. “n-no, ‘s okay” he pleads as he grips tighter onto your body. he finally releases his load, smearing it on your thighs as you turn around to face him. “where’s my thank you?”, you say cocking your head. he looks up to you, going in to kiss your thighs, lips slightly covered in his own cum. “thank you, i love you, i do”, he says in between kisses.
JAEHYUN is listening to you ramble about your day, complaining and whining about things that ticked you off. he’s leaning against the headboard, soothing your back, grinning, as he finds you just too cute. “what? why aren’t you saying anything?”. you ask him. you give him a light slap at his arm as he just says nothing and continues giggling. “just-“, he looks at you up and down, “keep talking”. you know that look, so you keep talking, but you slowly come to straddle him. you watch as his face goes from a soft smirk to a face way serious. “and at the store, gosh-“, you suddenly grind down on his lap, “the salesperson was just so uptight!”. he couldn’t believe that you were grinding down on him like this as you speak so casually. “don’t you just hate those type of people my jaehyunnie!”, you say frustrated as he can do nothing but hang his jaw open. you strike his cheek, “answer!”. “y-yes, i hate them”, he finally speaks. as you continue, you take off your panties and slide down his boxers. “why can’t people just love their jobs??”, you pull his hair a bit as you sink down on his cock. he moans loudly, hands coming to grip your hips as his dick twitches uncontrollably under you. you begin riding him as he stares, jaw still hung open. “jaehyunnie, you’re a good boy, you’re my good boy hm?”, you whine as you cup his face. “mm- fuck, yes, yes i am”, he says with the cutest puppy eyes, becoming glossy as a tear rolls down his cheek. “am what?”, expecting a different answer. “yes mommy, shit- i’m you’re good boy”. you fuck him faster as a reward. as he moans louder you know he’s close so you tilt his head up with one hand and with the other you wipe his tears. “why’re you crying hm? i’m the one having a bad day!”, you bring a hand around his neck as you lightly press bringing him to his climax as he cums inside of you. you sit up, letting everything drip out of you, “now clean this up!”, you demand.
WINWIN is bothering you as he does every night, however this time is different because you can tell he’s in the mood. your sitting beside him in bed, feeling him up and down as he pouts at you. you smile at him, no words needed to tell you how much he wants you right now, not to fuck you, but for you to just tease and play with him. he doesn’t say anything as he pulls his sweatpants down, and he doesn’t say anything as he softly strokes himself as you watch him. “fuck…” he sighs. you don’t really know how he’s such in heat, but you assume because you simply are watching him. he bites his lip, his finger playing with his sticky tip as he pulls it away, letting the strand stretch out and onto his stomach. you press your thighs at the sight of him, you don’t even need to touch him, but you begin touching yourself. hand coming between your thighs and rubbing over your wet, clothed, cunt. he notices and it makes him even more feral now, hand teasing his tip more so that it turns a blushed red. he moans quietly at first, eyes shutting every once in a while to avoid cuming too quick. he whines and squirms as he edges himself ever so slyly, but of course you notice so you do the same. you both edge yourselves to the sight and sound of each other masturbating. moments pass until your desperate to cum, so you tap his arm softly, back arching as he’s quick to move you on top of him so your sitting above his face. you recognize his desire as you let yourself cum, muscles tightening as your cum drips down and into his mouth. he makes direct eye contact as he sticks his tongue out, lapping at your pussy and tasting every last drop of you.
JUNGWOO walks into the room when you tell him you have a surprise for him for being so hardworking during the new comeback. grabbing his hand you lead him in front of the long mirror on the floor. he doesnt realize what your intentions are until youre sitting behind him against the bedframe spreading open his legs. his smile drops as he realizes what the surprise is. you dont hesitate to begin palming him through his sweatpants as his body tenses less and less. “relax mkay?”, you softly tell him. he nods as he makes himself comfortable between your legs, head laying on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your legs. he lets out soft moans that you cant get enough of, voice all gentle and mellow that he begins closing his eyes from pure bliss. “lets take this off ok?”, you nod at him referring to his sweatpants. he looks like hes about to fall asleep as you now stroke his now hardened dick, admiring the way he reacts through the mirror. your free hand reaches to his hair, massaging his scalp as he lets out a moan. It seems as he cant pick between keeping his eyes open or closed as you slightly add more of a grip on his dick. “you did so good today jungwoo…”, you tell him. this seems to make him close his eyes again, taking in the way you praise him. “but my baby is probably so tired hm?”, he nods as he cant keep still anymore, readjusting himself every second now in your embrace. “let go whenever you want mk? i'm here to take care of u my jungwooie~”, you whisper. he bites his lip as his hips twitch a bit before cumming. you help him ride out his high, continuing to gently stroke his dick as he nestles his head in your neck. “look at my pretty babys mess”, you tease, but he doesnt move his head away from your body, slightly embarrassed by his actions. “aw whats wrong?”, you coo. he pulls a way for a bit before staring at you then the mirror. you look into it, noticing how his shirt had ridden up and his torso down was completely bare, covered in his own juices. “jungwooie~ youve been a good boy, dont be embarrassed for getting a reward..” you soothed him. “m just-...never done this before thats all”, he admits. you giggle at his confession, earning a lazy smile back from him. he lets his eyes drift closed into a sweet slumber in your embrace, internally thanking the universe he has someone like you.
MARK came back from a long busy day, and he really needed your help perhaps with one thing. “so, i wanted to ask you something…”, he begins as you cock your head. “sure markie”, you smile moving a strand of his hair. he smiles at the nickname, “i wanna, want you to- to just”, he stutters. you laugh, “don’t worry, i got you”, you say biting your lip as you push him down on the seat in your shared living room. you insert your legs between his, opening them wider as you tilt his head up slightly, caressing his bottom lip. “so cute”, you say quietly. he shifts at your compliment, leg bouncing but stopping when you insert two fingers in his mouth. he sucks on them sweetly, tongue swirling around them. you remove them before you lean down to kiss him with both passion and lust. you move your knee to nudge at his bulge, he moans into your mouth, “fuck”. you pull away, helping him take off his clothes as you kneel in between his legs. you suck on his tip first, letting it fall into your mouth as you lick it softly. he falls apart, his composure is all lost as he bucks his hips up, desperate for you to make him cum. “my markie, so tired and beat down, don’t worry, i’ll take care of you”, you say as you maneuver your hands ever so perfectly around his cock. he whines and moans as his back begins to arch, hips thrusting into your touch. you move your hands to his balls, massaging them as you suddenly deep throat him, making you gag and him groan. he grips the seats arms tightly as his body twitches and shivers, could you be even more better? you bob your head up and down as his hips match your pace rapidly. he feels himself coming to his high, and he feels so high that it feels celestial. you notice the way his legs twitch and you pull off, hand coming to finish him. he cums into your hand, but the way you’re not stopping makes him arch his back and squirt, fluid spraying over his body and you. your jaw is hung as you admire the sight in front of you, skin glistening in sweat and juices, his flushed cheeks, and glossy eyes fighting to stay open. “can you do that again?”.
XIAOJUN and you sit in the kitchen. you suck on your cherry lollipop as you admire your boyfriend’s side profile, “yknow you really are blessed”, you tell him. he blushes at the compliment, your finger coming to trace his facial structure. you pull out your lollipop as you turn his face to face you. he looks at you innocently as you bring your lollipop to his bottom lip, coating it in the cherry flavor. “do you like it?”, you ask. he licks his lip and nods. you bring it to his lip again, coating it again then inserting it into his mouth. he sucks in it briefly before you pull it out, tasting it as you suck on it teasingly. he breathes heavily now, and you turn his chair to face you. you bring a foot to his lap, rubbing over his bulge as he lets out the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard. xiaojun feels himself relaxing all his muscles as he lets himself fall forward onto your shoulder. “mm…fuck-“, he moans into your neck. you turn and capture his lips onto yours, kissing him as he moans into your mouth, the cherry flavor still lingering. “so stirred for my foot.” you say and he can’t help but whimper louder now. he unzips his jeans, your foot now rubbing atop his briefs. he bucks and twitches his hips up every so often. “fuck- so hot”, he says as he makes eye contact with you. you smile and kiss his forehead as you help him out his pants and briefs. he sits back down as you bring your lollipop to swirl around his cock, leaking with precum. the action makes him moan at the sight and you smile at his reaction. but he swears he’s about to cum when you bring the lollipop to your lips, teasing it a little before inserting it into your mouth, tasting the mixed flavors of cherry and his cum. “wanna taste?”, you say pouting before coming in to kiss him, swirling your tongue in his mouth to make him taste it. he whines and shakes a little and that’s when you notice he’s came untouched. he looks at you slightly embarrassed while you’re pressing your thighs together.
HENDERY walks in from the bedroom to the sofa where you’re watching a film. he doesn’t say anything but sits next to you and grabs your knee. he leans his head on your shoulder as you sit in silence. you know what he wants and what mood he’s in, so you play into it for him. you bring your hand to comb his hair with your fingers as the other sits in his lap, dangerously close to where he wants your touch most. feeling bold you say, “what? want to fuck me?” and he pops his head up quickly to meet your eyes. your serious and he’s even more serious when he says, “yes please”. you straddle his hips, shifting a little to take each others pants off. you bite your lip as you sink onto him, bottoming out as you let your head fall back. “yes- so good mommy, want you so bad”, he gives in. he lets out moans uncontrollably as you quicken your pace, making him feel overstimulated despite even cumming yet. you ride his length for a moment before he can feel himself coming to a climax. “already gonna cum?”, you tease at him. you slap his cheek lightly, “pathetic”. that’s when he thrusts his hips up before letting his body shiver and shake, releasing his cum into you. “again?”, you say and before he can even answer you sit back on his cock, fucking him as he yelps. “shit!”, he says with heavy breaths. you see the way his body starts glistening in a sheer coat of sweat. you lick the side of his face teasingly, “you wanted this so bad and im giving it to you, do you not want it no more?”. he can’t even speak, the overstimulating feeling of his cock inside you too soon makes him orgasm again. you can’t believe him, it’s like it takes less time for him to orgasm each time, so you test your theory out some more.
RENJUN has been wanting to make a move on you for a while now, but hes just too timid to do so. luckily, you notice the way hes staring at you while youre reading your book. he claims hes bored and insists on taking a nap, but whenever you look at him, hes staring at you. you discard the book youre reading to lay with him. facing him, you notice his glossy eyes and the way his mouth slightly parts as if he wanted to say something. instead, you close the space between you with a lustful kiss, hands roaming around until you could pull his shirt off. “renjunie..” you whisper, smiling a little as you now straddle him, feeling the way he's so hard beneath you. “please~”, he whines. you lift off a bit to push your shorts and panties off meanwhile he pulls his sweats down enough to release his twitching cock. “mmm~ my renjunie is so cute hm?” you tease at him, lightly touching his red-tipped cock. he feels like hes going crazy, squirming under your touch wanting you do to quite literally anything to him. you begin sinking down on his cock as he springs his head off the mattress to let out a loud groan. moving now at a swift pace, renjun finds himself in a sweat, endlessly panting and whining from your fastening pace. you bring a hand to his cheek, stroking his bottom lip and slipping your thumb in his mouth while he lets out a honeyed moan. “my junie being so cute”, you sweetly smile at him as you feel his cock twitch inside your plush walls. you clench in response, he panics though as he releases inside you a little too early. “shit- m’ sorry!! im sorry im sorry..”, voice filled with fear as he sits up quickly. you laugh at his cute actions, not stopping despite him finishing. you looks up at you concerned, “wait- wait fuck, feels too mph…”, he grunts. all he hopes is for you to stop, but its your mission not to, you wanna see your good boy fall apart underneath you right? you notice the way he looks right now, eyes shut as tears run down his soft cheeks, hair stuck on his forehead from sweat and eyebrows furrowed together. and gosh he cant stop whining and crying. “please!!!” he cries, rutting his hips up into you, hands gripping at your tits under your tank top. it sounds like he wants you to stop, but his actions say otherwise…
JENO is sleeping beside you, at peace as the morning sunlight glows against his skin. you woke up first, stretching your arms out as you admire his gleaming skin, focusing on the side profile of his nose bringing a finger to caress its shape. he's fast asleep when you get a sudden urge to toy with him. you sit up on the bed, legs sprawling on either side of you. you bring a hand to slowly lift the covers up and off him. noticing the way his bare chest heaves up and down, you trace his abs, slowly bringing your hand further down his torso. you reach his bulge, already hard as it is the morning as you swiftly pull his boxers just enough to release it. slowly beginning to pump his cock, you pay close attention as to whether he will wake up or not. his face contorts a bit before his heavy lids open, "fuck-" he sighs. his back arches a bit as his hand finds its way to your thighs. he lets out a moan with every exhale, breathing heavily as you move your hand faster against his shaft, making sure to touch the tip every now and then. his back arches more as he grunts out, "gonna cum- fuck honey". he lets out long stripes of cum over himself before you instantly straddle him. your panties are still on as you grind against his still hard cock. "shit baby wait...", but you don't stop. "want my baby to feel good okay?", you tell him as you slip your shirt off. "please..." he pleads, you notice the way his eyes are big and full of lust. his mouth hangs a little open tempting you to shove two fingers in it. he swirls his tongue around your fingers as you continue grinding on him, gradually quickening your pace. he lets out a long and loud moan, sending shivers through your body, helping you reach your climax. his hands grab the sheets beneath him as he once more arches his back beginning to hit his climax. you help him, hands coming under and arching his back even more up. "so good my baby, so pretty for me", you praise him as he lets out his load all over your panties.
HAECHAN wakes up just before you do, turning over and watching you wake up and stretch. he’s in awe of you, the way you’re naturally glowing in the morning despite you thinking you look a mess. he’s wants to show you just how much he loves you, so he swiftly moves down between your legs, kissing in between your thighs just before he moves to lick you over your panties. “haechannie, feels so good” you moan. but knowing you feel good makes him feel good too, so he starts grinding his hips against the mattress beneath him. you notice and let out a soft giggle, you push his head away, his mouth is glistening and hanging open and his eyes barely manage to stay open. he whines a little and you bring him to kneel in front of your mouth. sticking his tip into your mouth, he shivers and he suddenly feels limp. he grips tightly onto the headboard as he receives the best head of his life. but your not done playing with him, getting on all fours you signal him to start fucking you. but he’s so out of it that he just leaves his cock in you saying, “no no, can’t do it, i’ll just leave it here”. you laugh at him and instead move your hips back and forth. he’s moaning so loud that you turn back concerned, but he appears to be in heaven so you go faster on him. feeling his twitching cock, you pull away and see his reaction. “f-fuck”, he whines before falling against the bed. you sit next to him and bring your finger to his severely red tip, you touch it and observe how he arches his back. your eyes widen and he can’t do nothing but lay there and moan. “again, p-please, wanna cum” he pleads. you can’t believe it, so to test how needy he really is, you let a strand of spit drop down to his tip and he flinches at the feeling as he arches again and cums. you laugh at him, and he finally opens his eyes and notices. he’s flushed out from the bare minimum and your laughing. so he cums again. taking you by surprise, you stop laughing, and can’t do nothing but hang your mouth open as he hides his face in embarrassment.
JAEMIN and you lay in bed while scrolling on your phones. getting bored, he drops his phone beside him to look over to you. you notice and look back, but still scroll on your phone but letting a hand come over to play with his. a minute passes and you move your hand to his bicep, he takes it as a hint before saying, “oh so you wanna play with me hmm”, but you don’t respond. he sits up now facing you, “what? not talking?”, and you just move your phone to make eye contact before continuing on your phone. he huffs, “pleasee”, he shakes your arm. leaning over your body, he looks at your phone, but sees nothing interesting but you bring your hand back to his bicep, squeezing and massaging at it. “m just tired”, you finally say. he whines but you don’t react. so, he brings his hips against you, moving your legs onto his shoulders. he slowly begins to move against you, humping you while you’re both fully clothed. he watches your face through the mirror besides the bed. nothing. he goes harder now, moving at a faster pace. “cmon” he says as he feels himself getting hot. eventually he’s full on going at it, using you to bring himself to an orgasm. he grips your thighs as he fucks into you with just underwear between each other. you can’t lie, it feels so good, but you wanna annoy him so bad, but by the looks of it, he seems pretty annoyed so you decide to throw your phone on the bed, bringing yourself to your elbows watching the way he grinds against you. “finally”, he whines. he moans and let’s his head drop, you comb through his hair as you move your panties to the side. noticing, he doesn’t think twice to pull down his briefs, finally feeling you against his cock. “so…wet…”, he pants watching the way his cock glides against you.
YANGYANG and you were in the bathroom. you at the mirror and him in the bathtub. you seemed to be talking aimlessly, ranting to him about things that pissed you off lately. he sat in his bubbles in his own world before getting snapped back into reality. “hello? can you help me?”, you said as your back faced him, signaling him to take your bra off. as he did so, you felt the warm water from his fingers. sighing, you turned around, dropping your panties to the floor and getting in with him. his eyes widened a bit, but enjoyed the sudden action. “yang yknow…i’m sorry if i’ve been ignoring how your feeling, how are you feeling?”, you ask as you brush his hair out his face. “mm, good”, he says shyly. you giggle in adoration, “yeah? you don’t sound too sure”, you question before bringing your hand to his thigh, stroking it beneath the warm water. you inch forward, now coming in to kiss his jaw. “well- you sure are helping…”, he mumbles. you continue kissing his face and body before returning attention to your hand which now strokes his hard cock. “fuck- feels good”, he moans. it’s a lot for him, the warm water, your kisses, and the way you pleasure him. “mm- gonna”, he lets out quicker than you thought. “want u to cum for me”, you whisper and he does so while he whines softly. all of a sudden he’s sitting on the bath ledge, body glistening from the steamy air and warm water with your mouth wrapped around him, edging him. “please- just…”, “just what?”, “let me cum please!” he pleads. you suck harshly around him, mouth releasing him before he gets the chance to orgasm. he can definitely say he’s feeling good fr now.
CHENLE and you are cuddled close watching a movie late at night. you feel your eyes slowly closing before you feel chenle nudge you. he moves closer to you before letting out a whine, pointing to your chest. you look at him confused, but he just does what he wants and kisses your cleavage. you understand now, pulling down your cami and allowing him to suck and kiss your tits. he hums in satisfaction before rocking his hips against your thigh. you notice the way he’s twitching as if he was feining for this all day long. you bring a hand to his buldge, massaging it before slightly pulling his sweatpants down until his leaking cock is released. you tease him slowly and painfully, and you know he likes it by the way his hips shake every so often. he lets out pretty moans, pausing from sucking your tits to contain himself. he comes up to kiss you, but can’t even continue because he’s moaning so much. he rests his head on your shoulder as you start pumping his cock, cum leaking out all over your hands. “take your shirt off”, you say, he nods and does so as you straddle his thigh. continuing to pump his length, you bring your other hand to tease his nipples, causing his body to shiver. he feels hot but cold, even a little embarrassed as you tease his cock. eventually, when his tears cover his cheeks and his hair sticks to his forehead, you finally allow him to cum. “been so good for me, can you cum for me maybe?”, you say with slight sarcasm. he rapidly nods, chest heaving heavily as his hips lift off the bed. he lets out a loud train of moans as he releases his long awaited stream all over the both of you. you pat his cheek and laugh. you looks at you with innocence as he brings your body to his, kissing you with fervor.
JISUNG enters your shared room, walking slowly towards the edge of the bed beside you. "can i help you?", you say sitting up. "no-no but i-", he scans your body, wanting nothing more than to fuck you right now. the room is dimly lit with just two candles. he drops to his knees giving you the signal that he wants you. you swing your legs over his head so hes positioned between your thighs. you mess with his hair a little before leaning in to kiss him. the kiss is slow as you both lean into eachother a little more every turn your heads make. you bring a hand to the back of his head, lightly pulling onto his hair as he moans. you pull away and lay back down, head laying on the pillows. you bring a hand to his, leading him onto the bed with you as he kneels between your legs. your hand comes up to his erection, palming him through his sweatpants. he lets out quiet moans and shakey breaths. he unzips his sweater in which he wears nothing under. slipping off his pants along with yours, he leans forward to press his hard on against your panties. he lets out cute whimpers. "jisungie, fuck me already", you say. he doesnt think twice to take off his briefs and your panties as he enters his tip into your wet cunt. "fuck- so tight", he trembles a little as you giggle at him. you bring a hand to his cheek as he naturally nestles into it as he slowly pumps in and out of you.
"mmgh- feels so good, you feel so perfect fuck", he lets out moaning uncontrollably. as good as you feel right now, youre entertained at the way he acts, the way he cant stop whining, how hes loudly moaning, how he cant look away from where his cock pounds into you, how his hands cant quite find a place to stay still at. he props himself up from hovering over you so hes now on his knees, holding your waist as he pounds himself into you faster now. he lets out loud moans, feeling his high out as he cums into you. if this is what your sungie started, youll make sure to not stop until hes crying from the overstimulation.
SION and you are honestly on some giggly shit. tumbling around on the living room carpet. soft material under you as he pinches your cheeks. you flip over him, capturing him between your thighs as his face suddenly turns serious. “what you like this?”, you say tauntingly. you laugh at him as his breaths become heavier. he bites his lip as you come closer to his face stopping just above his lips. you lick his lip, then his nose and he seems to enjoy the way you’re playing with him. “mm- please”, he says softly. “please what?”, you pout wanting him to get more frustrated. he bucks his hips up and lets out a quiet whine. he shuts his eyes, as he continues, dry humping you from underneath. you giggle at his attempt before you maneuver him so he’s now laying flat against the floor. “no-“, he says at the loss of feeling of you against him. you wait a moment before slowly snaking your hand beneath him as you shift off his body, kneeling between his legs. you find his bulge and begin palming him. “oh fuck!”, he suddenly moans, rutting against your hand now helplessly. “feels so good hm?”, you say going faster now. you remove your hand and whines. you grab his hips and pull them upwards so he’s arched and on his knees now. “better?”, you ask and he responds with a loud moan as you continue. “can’t hear you…”, you say slowing down your pace. “ye- yes. feels so good mommy. so good.”, he tells you as he lets out more pathetic moans. you bring your other hand against his back soothing it up and down as he feels himself climax. “fuck!!”, he groans shamelessly as he cums in his pants.
RIKU and you have been arguing all day, but you guys are ticking each other off by yelling even more. “idgaf bout your where abouts, but answer me when i tell you to”, he yells. you turn around, slapping his cheek as he hisses. “if i told you where i was, then you trust me, no?” you say. “y-yes…”, he says with glossy eyes. he acts all tough, but really he’s just a pussy about everything. “and you do what i say, no matter what, so we won’t be having this conversation again, got it?”. he leaves the kitchen to his room. you wait a minute before following him in. “i’m sorry”, you say cupping his cheek where a slight tint of red painted as he sat in bed. “it’s ok, i’m sorry for yelling at you”, he apologizes. you smile as he comes in to kiss you, hands coming to each of your thighs. he pulls away, biting his lip before asking you, “you need to punish me, will you please?”. he scoff at him, “mm you were being bad hm?”. you lay him down, palming at his buldge and you stare him down and notice the way he stares back and lets out little gasps, hips bucking into the air. your hand slips into his briefs, now palming his bare hard cock. he moans, “fuck! feels so good mommy”. you smile before leaning over his mouth, finger coming up to pry his mouth more open and letting your spit to trail into his mouth. he whines loudly, fucking into your hand faster. you close his mouth and he swallows faster than you can blink. you squeeze his cheeks together, “look at you, so obedient and pathetic”, you giggle. he moans as his eyes shut and his head tips back. “s-so…hot”, he compliments.
YUSHI has been yearning for you all day, but you’ve just been so busy. i mean you felt bad for him, you didn’t want to ignore him, but with all your work you unfortunately had to. now that you’re both doing nothing, you cuddle with him in bed, hugging him tightly and saying your apologies as he just hums and finally takes you all in. “i’m sorry, but now you have all my attention”, you smile softly at him. he doesn’t say anything but just maneuvers so he’s kneeling in front of you. “what is it?” you ask, concerned that something’s wrong. “just-“, he lets out an exhale before he presses his hips between yours. his head falls, feeling the friction as he dry humps you. “yushi”, you giggle, biting your lip at his desperation. “mm”, he whines, going slightly harder now. you cradle his face in your hands as you bring him closer into a slow kiss. you take control, letting your tongue slipping in his mouth, signaling that you too are desperate. “i just wanna feel you…”, he says before swiftly and quickly pulling his briefs down and pushing aside your panties and sliding just his tip into your wet cunt. “fuck-“, he whispers to himself. he’s trying his best to resist, but his efforts aren’t too well as he fucks his tip in and out of you, getting a feel of your tight cunt over and over again. “so wet…so good…god i can’t-“, he whines. he doesn’t know how longer he can take this, but that’s when you bring your hand to his shaft, suddenly stroking it. “but you like that huh? don’t you wanna feel me?”, you give him big puppy eyes as you innocently jerk him off. his legs begin shaking, in a trance as he can’t even speak, just moan. he watches as his release coats your cunt, dripping down and not wasting any time to feel you all the way now.
JAEHEE was in the living room watching tv as you cleaned up the kitchen. “god can’t you help?”, you exclaimed which got his attention as he propped up. “yes, yes, of course…”, he says as he begins helping you, in shame. you huffed, “yknow what”, you say as you dragged him closer to you. he frowned, knowing he’s about to be scolded. “why don’t you make yourself useful”, you say as you push him to the floor so that he’s on his knees. you quickly slide down your shorts and sit on the table. his eyes go wide in shock at your sudden instructions but he doesn’t think twice to do what you say, after all he’ll do anything for you. “m-m sorry”, he says as he kisses your thighs, eyes slightly watery. “bet u are, but you listen when i ask you to do something hm?”, you tease. “of course”, he says now lapping at your cunt making you moan. “make me cum then”, and before you know it your grasping onto the counter tightly, back arching as he licks and fingers your cunt quickly. for some reason he’s crying, cheeks slightly tinted pink, wet from his tears and your wetness, eyes locked onto yours, eyebrows furrowed, as he lets out little noises that cause vibrations making you climax. “such a good boy my jaehee hm?”, you run your fingers through his hair. “but you were you oh so bad…”, you tilt his chin up, slapping his cheek as he whined. he let out a hum, but you wanted words. you slapped his other cheek now, “what was that?”, you said frustrated. he looked so flushed out for you, desperate and willing. “i’ll do anything, i’ll help you clean next time im sorry”, he said timidly. “good, i’ll give you something to clean then, just keep going k?”, and at that he got right back to between your thighs.
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JOHNNY this little shit figures it out fast. he’s pretty damn smart and very observant so anytime you came to watch a practice he would see how your thighs pressed together, or the way your breath hitched anytime he touched you can and will tease the ever living shit out of you with this information. back hugs are mandatory, at least once a day now, just so he can subtly press his hips against you refuses to fuck you anywhere the two of you can get caught not because he’s worried about getting caught, no he just loves to get you all flustered and then leave you to deal with it until you get home. he makes up for it every time though. stamina? high af tbh i’m talking like 6-7 rounds before he’s done for the night if necessary loves eating you out too, he could do that for hours and doesn’t even care about how much his jaw hurts because the sounds you make are just too pretty for him to stop. it’d be a sin if he gets you too horny in public and you’re wearing a skirt or dress, he’ll get the two of you somewhere crowded and slide his fingers into you just to see how quiet you can be. he feels blessed that you’re so horny all the time because he’s nearly insatiable himself tbh.
TAEYONG is exactly the kind of guy to take over an hour making you desperate and horny for him, enjoying the view of your sensitive body squirming beneath him, craving some kind of release. seeing you like that for him, all just with his words and the occasional well placed hands, boosts his ego to no end, as well as making him literally rock hard. and the sounds you make when you're a hot, horny mess~ lord, he wants to record them on his phone and play them back full volume when he jacks off. honestly, he just wants to record you in general. take a video of you mewling for him. maybe snap a pic from above of you with your top pulled up over your tits, nipples hard, thighs pressing together, and with the most desperate look on your face while he’s with the other members.
YUTA surprisingly doesn’t make it clear enough that he’s horny. it’s almost like he doesn’t give enough of a hint for you to figure it out, or at least that’s what he thinks. you get it, he’s horny, so you take your time making him finally spill out that he wants you to pump his aching cock. and when you do good lord does he praise you. like “fuck princess so good for me”, “shit don’t stop- faster peach, faster” and “take your tits out for me- fuck! so beautiful”. he loves praising you because he knows how much it turns you on. rubbing your thighs in response just gets you wet enough for him to finally lift you (once he’s covered your tits in his cum) and onto the bed where he slips into you so easily, so wet and ready for him. he can be like this for the rest of the day but he’s always so busy that whenever he cums for you, good lord is it a lot. “fuck- look princess, look how much you made me keep inside me. poor me huh baby? cmon one more time let me fuck you” and he always says it so politely you just can’t say no. several rounds later is when he finally stops and admires the work of art on your body, cum everywhere. and one of his favorite things to do is grab his cum and let you lick it off his fingers, eyes teary.
KUN when he feels so tense and pressured gives you many reasons to feel anxious. because you know his favorite way to relieve all that stress is to use your pretty little mouth. He loves the way you lick his big cock with your much smaller tongue. licking the tip gently to tease him and taking him all down making him throw his head back, groaning with heavy breaths. when he’s getting close, you swallow around him, making your throat close tight around him. fuck he loves when you do this, and when he cums he pumps it all over your face. taking a picture when he’s done with you. this led him to obtaining a whole collection of your face, and parts of your body, with his cum, red marks, spit and other things he finds so sexy on you. Whenever you’re away and he doesn’t have you to make him feel better, he gets off at these photos (and videos) and he sends you a photo of the aftermath knowing you’ll send him something back to make him go for round two. eventually his phone rings from you and well, he answers with his cock on display, still aching and covered in cum. these calls are definitely your favorite with him…
DOYOUNG gets really shy when you start being intimate with him, but he really loves it. so much so that when you ask him if there’s anything you can do for him after a concert, he says “mm… there’s this one thing but it’s okay i’ll just go to sleep”. he always does this though and at this point it doesn’t faze you. you get up and straddle him on the bed, hands flying to take off his clothes. “w-what?” he asks stupidly. but you say nothing. he can feel him squirm around you as he doesn’t know where to put his hands. at one point you’re the one pumping his dick, licking his tip and riding him, moaning out of control and cum leaking from him. but before you know it you’re on all fours for him begging and pleading for him to fuck you harder, he fucks deep into you, making you clench the sheets with your hands. “can anyone fuck you this good princess? hmm??”. you can’t even let out a yes or no as you moan and cry into the mattress beneath you. but beside being in the bedroom and in private, he also tends to appreciate you in places like restaurant bathrooms and empty practice rooms, glancing from time to time at the door preparing for someone to walk in. he loves the way it’s so quick, so heated and steamy as he pumps his digits in your soaking cunt, leaving you to moan and whine as he does so (which ultimately makes him moan and whine with you). you end up squirting on his wet fingers as the room fills up with your heavy breaths, then both of you rush to get out of there.
TEN was pressed against the after you pushed him onto it. locking the door before you even thought of touching him. his shirt was pulled off as you kissed down his neck, your tongue occasionally lapping at the soft skin which sent shivers down his spine and his hands clutching to your shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. once getting to his chest, you noticed his puffy and pink nipples poking out, the small little buds enticing you so you just had to give one of them a kitty licks, loving how he would jolt with every wet touch them and let out small squeaks in embarrassment. his hands went up to your hair and gently tugged on the soft strands while whimpering for you to stop, fearing they would get swollen and hurt but you showed no care as you mercilessly sucked and licked them like they were candy, moaning at how responsive his body was with every touch to the little buds. looking up through your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you grazed your teeth against the aroused bud which made one eye closed as a shot of pain tingled across his chest but it only made his dick twitch. "b-babe.." he panted softly, hands leaving your hair to try to push you off but you only held his push against you, not leaving any room for him to escape. pulling away, a string of saliva attached to his nipple to your mouth made him gulp, "yes, baby?" you purred, tongue licking at the perky nipple which made him whine. "can you take off my pants and touch me, please?" he asked, his voice soft and whiny. “of course my love” you smiled before placing a kiss to his nose then unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down to see he wasn't wearing underwear~
JAEHYUN dirty talk. that voice. i think y'all know what I'm talking about literally orgasmic. it's so deep, and smooth, and relaxing in a way that just gets you going. there's just something about it that makes you rub your thighs together. when he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice feels like he's caressing you all over, yes all over. you basically get high off his voice. cloud nine. he absolutely loves to talk dirty to you, telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you look with your mouth around his cock, or how you're taking him inside you so well. he's got a knack for choosing exactly the right words, and it gets your pussy dripping and aching for him. he always says about how your pussy feels like it was made for his cock it fits so snug. loose enough that he can fuck you whenever, but tight enough that he has to work for it. but the dirty talk doesn't stop there. he uses that voice of his and those delicious words to drive you closer to your climax, his words getting cruder as his hips get sloppier, praising you to no end. he's not shy about what he thinks. he's incredibly straightforward about it. you're making him fucking horny? he'll tell you. you’re pussy is the best he's ever fucked? he'll tell you flat out while he's pounding into you. he thinks you look beautiful stuffed with his cock? he won't even hesitate. communication IS key isn’t it?
WINWIN doesn't ever tell you he's horny, instead he insists on watching a movie with you. but under the blanket, around 20 minutes into the movie, he brushes his hands against your thighs, inching closer to your pussy. you know what he's doing, but you let him. “baby…can you do me a favor” is what he says before you drop down to your knees on the floor and pull the blanket off him. you want him as much as he wants you. you make sure to suck him just right, I mean you've done this countless times, so you know how he likes it. he can't help but moan for you, letting out pretty noises that go straight to your core. he fists the blanket and sofa beside him, trying his best to not just fuck your mouth right there and then. eventually he cant take it anymore, standing up to fuck your pretty little mouth, making you gag as you take in his lengthy cock. “fuck babe- feels so good!!” he moans. you would reply, but your mouth is stuffed with his cock, twitching in your mouth signaling he's gonna cum. he cums deep far into your throat, telling you to say “ah” so he can see you swallowed it. winwin also can't help but drag you back onto the couch, fisting your hair and telling you “can you take me all?”. you look up at him with glossy eyes and he bites his lip. he flips you over and starts ramming into you. talkin bout “fuck- taking me so good baby” and “you like when i stuff you? when all you feel is my cock in you, making you feel so good?” he mocks at you. he knows you can't even speak right now because all you're doing is moaning into the pillow. he even laughs a little, seeing you take him down your best, just for him.
JUNGWOO is your sugar daddy. his life goal is to spoil and please you in a way nobody can ever do. he is currently in a meeting, but one of the black cards he gave you isn't working and he isn't answering your messages.. you start getting whiney and stomp to the meeting room not caring about all the other people in there. you slam the card in front of him “it's not working daddy!” you puff, he smirks and pulls you on top of his lap and continues the meeting. occasionally he kisses your neck. you whine and sigh moving around his lap trying to escape. “"hmm? what's the problem, kitten?" jungwoo replies as he continues to kiss your neck while talking to the people in the meeting, acting like nothings wrong. you sigh, getting more impatient, continuing to escape. as you continue to move you feel something hard under you.. you know exactly what it is. you look up at him with your glossy eyes and he looks at you smirking. you continue to move to try and tease him. you feel his chest rise up and down, soon enough you feel your mini skirt get pushed up under the table, his fingers moving your panties. you bite your lip as your wet pussy drips onto the floor on his shiny black shoes. you feel his middle finger pump into your sweet hole. you moan loudly causing everybody in the room to look at you, jungwoo looks down at you smirking “what's wrong kitten? everything good?” he teases “y-yes sorry daddy…” you mumble and moan softly. you whine quietly as he pulls his finger away waiting for the meeting to end. “shh my precious baby. we’ll continue this when we get home, be a good girl for daddy and let him finish this meeting and I'll make you squirt, kay~?”.
MARK comes back from practice hot and tired, and he can't help but think of laying down with you, pleasuring you. you'll be in your room, or the living room when he comes and lays next to you, desperately separating your legs. “baby, please” is all he says before you agree to him. he dives right in, lapping at your wet cunt, sucking a little when he feels your hands in his arm. “mmm” he groans into you, sending shivers through your body. he praises you as it makes him feel better, knowing he's making you feel so good. “such a pretty cunt, just for me” “gosh princess, you're soaking..” “taste so sweet…could be here all night long” is what he says to you. he loves looking into your eyes and seeing how your eyelids flutter with his every movement. when you cum, he offers for you to cum on his face (so he could take a picture and save it for himself). he dips his finger into it and tastes it, giving you puppy eyes as he thanks you. mark also gets riled up when he takes you out to go shopping, visiting cute shops. of course you insist on taking him with you to the fitting rooms, where you dress up in cute short skirts and ask what he thinks about them. “damn babe- he says as he cocks his head and stares at you up and down, rethinking if he should've let you wear that in front of him in the first place. you notice his hard cock as he hides it with his hands. “babe- I think we should..” he says before you change back and purchase the skirt. you guys are back home when mark immediately goes to the couch with his hands on the back of the couch behind him. you follow him there before undressing for him. “is this what you want?...” you tease him as you widen his legs apart, standing between them. he basically drools at the sight in front of him. “... you want me with nothing on? is that it?” you say. he feels like he's in a dream. you plop down on the floor, taking his hard cock in your mouth, licking it lightly just to tease him. “augh!!” he whines “please baby, suck it please. i need you so bad…” he's looking at you with those eyes as you give into his requests, sitting on his lap, and taking him all in.
XIAOJUN is near the end of his shower when your in your short pajama shorts and tank top lying on the bed. the aroma of gentle citrus fills the air as he meets you at the end of the bed, gazing at you as he’s in nothing but his briefs on. as he climbs on top of you, he’s whispering to you how much he wants you, no, how badly he needs you. he says he’s had a rough day and that u can help him. so you do. you lay on your back as he caressed your face before kissing your cheek sayin “thank u.” and that’s when he sticks his dick in your mouth. fucking your sweet mouth as he can’t help but moan out how good it feels. “oh my god… so so good my sweet girl. thank u, thank u”. hearing this you can’t help but start to touch yourself, how could you not. you close your eyes and just let the sweet sounds coming out his mouth fill ur ears, it so addicting, the way he can’t just shut up. and here you are, subtly crying and whimpering as he fucks into your mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper. you think it can’t get better but it does. “let me do it for u my sweet princess…” is what he says before stuffing his fingers into your cunt, fingers slipping with ease as you and him come closer to your high. “let it out baby…” he says as you cum and he quickly takes his dick out your mouth and paints his cum on your pretty tits. “thank u, felt so good baby thank u”.
HENDERY loves imagining what he’ll do to you throughout the day then see you back at home looking all pretty for him. he’ll text you while he’s out about some shit like “make no plans tonight!” or “can we stay in tonight?” just so he can have the excuse to fuck you til you feel like you can’t walk. and on the days where he doesn’t come up with an excuse, he’s usually really flirty throughout the day, telling you how beautiful you are, how your outfit is cute…how you’re making him feel so stiff. you take him to the nearest empty room wherever you guys are. he immediately kisses you heatedly, pulling down his pants, cock so hard cause he knows you want him too. as you touch his cock, his tip aches, dripping precum and you’re barely doing anything yet. he’s groaning loudly like he wants to be caught, so you give him a slap and it tunes him down, but his cock just gets harder. by the time you guys are done, his mess is basically everywhere. all over you, the floor, himself.
RENJUN cant take it anymore when he sees you in the kitchen after dinner time, in those short shorts and your loose off the shoulder tee. you're bending down when he inhales sharply before getting up from the sofa and grabbing your hips. “yes renjun?” you say confused. “c'mere” he sighs, pinning you against the counter. you already know where this is going, but you want to make him beg for it. he touches your waist, looking you in the eyes, “touch me please…it hurts…”. before you can say anything he whines, hugging your waist as closely as he can to you. you reach around him, tugging at his hair. “mmmh..” he moans lightly. “please…” he says again. he drops down to his knees, pulling at your shorts, kissing your thighs as you feel the hotness of his breath, lips, and everything on you. you tug your panties down and he immediately dives into you, sucking on your wetness as he can't stop moaning from it. and you can feel him pathetically humping at your leg, going faster the more he sucks. you yank his head back away as his lips and chin are all wet, drool spilling from his mouth as he breathes hard. “want mommy to help?” you say as he instantly nods his head getting up to stand. at once you pull down his shorts and boxers, slipping his dick in between your thighs. he bucks his hips back and forth fucking your thighs. he cums all over your legs, giving you something to clean up. renjun also gets horny when he's laying in your lap while watching tv, and his view is well, your boobs and cant help but touch them over your shirt, signaling you to take it off. you do as he pleases because you love when he gets like this. he licks and sucks on your boobs as the pleasure hits you, making him love the way you grab onto him. onto his hair, arms, face, everything you can get your hands on. just know if you ever make him feel good, he’ll always return the favor.
JENO wakes up hungry. his dick hard from the recent dream he had about you. he shakes you to tell you, but you're asleep. he feels bad to fuck you when you are sleeping and dreaming so peacefully. he can't bring himself to do it, so he goes into the bathroom and pumps himself. but, he’s imagining it's you, which makes him moan your name softly. you're half asleep when you hear him calling your name. “f-f-fuck…y/n…” he would whine out. “jeno?” you answered him, you hear noises but not your name again. you get up and when you push the bathroom door open, boy is it a sight to see. he's holding his pajama shirt between his teeth, his abs fully exposed, body glistening a little from his sweat. his head is thrown back as one hand grips the counter, and the other holds his cock, tip red and leaking his pearly cum. he's so hard that he had to jack himself off again. and the way he has his glasses on makes you bite your lip as you sneakily walk in while his eyes are closed. you drop down, taking his tip in your mouth. he moans loudly now, knowing he's not gonna wake you up this time. you let go of his hips, giving him the signal to fuck your mouth, so he does, hands gripping your hair as he lets out few groans, breath heavy and panting as he cums in your mouth. jeno also loves getting right behind you while you're washing the dishes or doing something around the house. he loves grabbing your ass and massaging it while he kisses your neck from behind. you drop whatever you're doing because you know how good he makes you feel when he's sucking your wet cunt. lapping at it until you're overstimulated because he just can't get enough. and he forgets about how you must feel because he’s pretty much addicted to your pussy, eating away as his hand plays with your clit. at this point you feel like you can’t even stand anymore, whining at him “please- can't…” but he wants to see you undo just one more time.
HAECHAN is a bratty disobedient sub who LOVES to be punished. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed because he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him. he loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but don't stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush. “y-y/n! aah~!! im sorry m-“ before he could finish he slurred sentence you pulled his hair back making him face you. you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it. you could tell he was all fucked out as his eyes were fluttering and all he could do was moan your name. He knew he fucked up. he knew you weren’t even CLOSE to being done punishing him. but did he regret it?
nope~
JAEMIN loves treating you like the princess you are, he’ll do whatever you want him to do whenever. you’ll be out at dinner with friends when you grip his thigh to let him know you want him to fuck the shut out of you. and that’s when you end up in a nearby hotel, fucking in the bed, the shower, even the balcony. he pounds you so good, slapping your ass to take his big cock that you so badly wanted. “such a good girl, taking my cock like a pretty princess” he says while you’re a moaning mess. he would take a pic when you guys are finished, showing your leaking cum and his red tip in the frame (prob gonna jack off to it another time). and boy does he get jealous easily. when you guys are at parties and he sees you taking to another guy he’ll text you shit like, “does he fuck u good?” or “keep talking to him and i’ll fuck u extra hard tonight” and that’s exactly what he does. “jae-“ is all you can get out of you while your body is getting overstimulated by him. “you asked for it, so take it like the slut you are” he says while pounding his cock into you, pressing your body harder into the mattress, reaching your g spot over and over again. and when he cums, he paints your face, tits, ass with it and makes you lick it off his dick because you're his, but that just riles him up for another round. each time he gets rougher and harder, but when it’s over he spoils you like a mf. “do you need anything my love?”, “i’m sorry princess,” he says while kissing you everywhere, “you just feel so good cant help it”. the remainder of the night he’s massaging, kissing your body, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
YANGYANG and you are hanging out one day playing video games at his place when you guys both decide you're heading to bed. as he’s changing in his room, you walk in unknowingly, seeing him shirtless with his pajama pants. “oh I'm sorry!” you say expecting him to put a shirt on. when you turn back around he’s still shirtless…and staring at you. “yangyang…” you say and you stare at his bare torso, looking at the way his v-line is going so, so, low. you then realize that he’s pulling his pants down. “will you help me sweetheart?” he asks as his thick cock is now in your sight. he tilts his head to the side as you step closer, you bite your lip as you look at his hard, then at him. “go on, suck.” he orders. there’s no way you can’t listen to him right now. the way that he’s smiling and biting his lip, and how he’s combing your hair back already, and how he’s moaning as you take him into your mouth. “f-fuck baby!!” he gasps, not expecting you to take him all down like that. he also likes waking you up, getting in between your legs while you slowly wake up to him eating you out. “yangyang!” you moan as he pushes two fingers into you. “gonna take my fingers then my cock right princess?” he says. you nod your head, pulling at his hair as he pushes three fingers in now. your moans spill out as you cum onto his fingers. “good job sweetheart...” he praises you. “can you take my cock now?” he asks as he taps it on your stomach, biting his lip before asking, “you think it’ll fit?” your face gets hot at this. you look down to see how big he really is. “yes, please fuck me…” you beg. and so he does, ramming into your tight cunt, holding down your wrists beside you to stop you from moving so much. you feel the way he’s twitching in you and he sees the way your back is arching. “cum my sweetheart, let me fill you up.” he says as he lets out a final long moan, each other's cum spilling out of you.
CHENLE is always desperate as ever to please you…and to see how easily he can fall into your touch. always saying pathetic words to you like “please…want u to touch me”, and he says it so softly, stroking your fingers. you nod your head as he smoothly lifts his shirt up, revealing his bare chest to you. he loves being like this, under your touch knowing you like seeing him all helpless and soft. you kiss him teasingly, biting his bottom lip a bit, fingers trailing from his upper torso to his hardened cock. “mm~ want you to play with me so bad…” is all he says before you slide down his pants, fisting his cock, putting the tip in your mouth. he doesn’t last long until he cums on your lips, bringing you back onto his, tasting his own cum. chenle also gets riled up at night. he's trying to go to sleep, but he keeps inching closer to your body. he rubs his hard dick against you, head snuggled in the blanket a bit almost embarrassed. in response you turn over, seeing his face. so beautiful and all tense. eyes shut as his mouth hangs a little open, breathing harder than normally, even hearing little whines. “what do you need my lele?” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything, just brings your hips onto his lap, moving you so you're grinding against his cock. he moans loudly. you pull down his pajama pants and pull your panties to the side, sinking on his cock slowly. you fuck your self onto him, giving it to him good since he’s been good all day. and at this point he’s moaning so much. “such a good boy right my lele?” “doing so good for me hm? gonna fuck you again and again since you want it so bad” is what you say to him as he loudly whines, even tears run down his pretty little face, preparing himself for that overstimulation he’ll feel all night long.
JISUNG is content however you would like to have sex. you want it kinky? he’ll do whatever you ask for. you just want it vanilla? fine with him :)! however you want it he’s fine with it! you guys were currently making out on the couch when you felt his hand squeeze your neck slightly, giving you a signal he needs you. a minute later you're on all fours. lapping at his dick, tracing his veins, kissing the tip, literally anything to make him feel good. “fuck this.” he says as he turns your body around to pound into you. “fuck jisung!!” you let out. “m sorry…” he says as he slowly pumps into you, almost to tease you. “…i can't help it when your so tight for me, just for me.” then he’s really pounding into you. roughly like he’ll never get the chance to fuck you stupid like this again. hes fucking into your cunt faster and faster, he slaps your ass as he throws his head back, letting out a long groan. “all mine.” he says as he lifts your upper body so it’s against his chest. he holds you by your throat as he fucks into you deeper. as one hand is around your throat, the others flicking at your clit, rubbing it quickly. as your body becomes more tired and fucked out, your eyes begin closing, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lets you down, slapping your ass again before giving one last deep pound into you. “m gonna cum, okay?” he doesn’t even bother to wait for a response. he cums into you before watching as both your cum drips down your folds. “mine”.
