Berry

18+ MDNI ‼️‼️

[yummyyumberries]

Hello i’m Berry and welcome to YUMMYYUMBERRIES!!!!!

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19, she/her, poc (i’m black 🤞), multistan

rules: mdni, don’t be rude with requests, no smut for minors, i don’t write scat/pedophilia/incest/non-con, anal, pls don’t be weird!!

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thankq for reading!!

[discocritic]

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[battyorchid]

should be me

pairing(s): chan x fem!reader; sprinkles of hyunjin x fem!reader & hyunjin x chan

genre: smut

word count: 3.0k

summary: hyunjin is in love with his roommate chan’s girlfriend and can’t stop himself from jerking off when he overhears you and him.

tags: loverboy!chan, hyunjin is feeling bisexual and pathetic, unprotected sex, a little biting, voyeurism, desc. of sex and masturbation, 3sum mentions

a/n: might feel a little slow at first but trust the tension is worth it ⭑.ᐟ

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hyunjin prepared for a quiet night in. another quiet night in. another night of his tightly tucked sheets being the only thing pressing him into the mattress. switching on a sleep playlist, he climbed into bed ready for the late night station to lull him to sleep. hyunjin stared at his ceiling wondering what chan was up to that night. had he taken you to the movies? to dinner? did you even like him? 

technically he could’ve gone with his best friend on another disastrous “double” date where he twiddled his thumbs and watched the clock, waiting for a socially acceptable time to leave. his dates never felt invested in him, the whole thing just felt painfully awkward.

if he were honest with himself he was avoiding the double date for two reasons. the first reason being he was tired of being a 4th wheel, but the second was he could barely keep his cheeks from burning every time you spoke to him. you, his best friends girlfriend. you, who tried in earnest to find him a date. there was only so much time he could spend watching chan dote on you. 

he wished you never said yes to chan, or rather, that he’d had the courage to ask you out himself. you always laughed at hyunjin’s jokes and playfully poked him when he tried to flex his toned arms like a swimsuit model. you were a good enough friend to him to pretend not to see how red he got from the effort. every time you scrunched your nose at him and giggled sometimes he’d think “maybe just maybe there could be something there.” he knew the truth though, the closest he’d ever get to you was through chan. pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, he smashed his teddy bear against his face hoping to beat the thoughts of you out of his mind. perhaps the soulless bear would have the answer to the question he asked himself every day. he held it above his head, arms outstretched asking

“why is it never me?” 

letting the poor stuffed animal out its prison in the sky he decided he’d tortured himself enough for one night. turning over, he cuddled his only (present) friend close and closed his eyes.

just as his mind started to drift he heard the key in the door. he could afford to delay his sleep for a few minutes to see his best friend and ask about his night. it might sting a little every time chan got that glint in his eye talking about you but he was a friend first, loverboy second. 

“hey ch-“ the words caught in hyunjin’s throat as he looked out into the living room. chan had you pinned against the door, his hands roaming up and down your body. you were smirking as he whispered something hyunjin couldn’t hear into your ear. he watched as you pressed your body closer to chan, oblivious to hyunjin’s presence. your boyfriend’s roommate didn’t even cross your mind in the dark apartment. you had no knowledge of the way he bit his lip as he watched his best friend’s hand disappear under your dress.

with a gasp, hyunjin stepped back into his room. tiptoeing, he tried his best to close the door quietly and prayed that you’d been too busy with each other to notice his intrusion. his heart was beating so hard he thought his ribs would crack. now he had to go to sleep. he begged for mercy, for god, for the sandman, for anything to free him from imagining what chan’s hands felt like…on yours. 

he could hear you. your muffled voices carried through the cramped apartment and straight to hyunjin ears . the giggling telling each other to keep it down. the sighs. the rustling of removed clothes. he could hear you. staring at his blank ceiling he imagined how soft your lips looked with chan’s saliva on them. were your cheeks flushed? stop. he thought about how his hand would feel on your waist. his knee between your…

turning over with a huff he tried to erase all thoughts of you and his best friend. he wouldn’t think about what you could possibly be up to in the adjoining room just a few feet from his door. 

you weren’t making it easy for him. the thin walls made him feel like he was in the room with you. quietly, he screamed into his mattress with his pillow over his ears. 

“shutup shutup shutup. go to sleep hyunjin, go to sleep.” 

he began to squirm without intention. he was just uncomfortable. kicking his legs and wriggling. he wasn’t doing it on purpose. at some point he began to slowly grind into the mattress. gently, against his will. it was the pressure of the bed or the volume of your whining or the position his leg was in. he didn’t mean it. he tried to ignore how good the friction felt when he let his mind drift a little. when he realized what he was doing his eyes snapped open. his cheeks were burning and his half-hard dick was begging for him to continue rutting into the mattress. begging for him to touch himself. to relieve the mounting pressure. a frustrated tear formed in his eye as he groaned into the mattress. 

why him?

one word did it. “chan.” he heard you say it through the wall. “chan.” his eyes bored holes through the wall, desperately wanting to know what was making you sing with pleasure. “chan” you moaned as he sucked your clit, legs pinned to the bed. “chan” hyunjin said in a trance, his hand squeezing his dick over his pants. 

the fight against hyunjin’s mind was reaching a crescendo. he wanted so badly to remove the two thin layers of clothing that bound him. the sound of your shared breaths left his dick throbbing with a need to connect his lips to yours. he longed to hear his name on your breath.

hyunjin traced his lips with his hand, imagining it was your hand tenderly stroking his face. he closed his eyes and ran his hands down his chest stopping just above his underwear. he teased himself pretending his palm was yours, adding and removing pressure with circles of his thumb. with a little saliva on his finger he could pretend it was your tongue grazing him, making sure to outline the head. 

chan stopped for a second, ignoring the frustrated and confused noise that came from you. he stopped to look up at you from his position, akin to sniper. when he had you like this he could see all of you and into you. he slowly pushed and pulled his fingers inside you watching as your chest rose and fell. your chest. you looked so perfect from this angle. his mind clouded with the desire to swallow all of you. to have his fingers and mouth roam every inch of you. 

you could see chan’s passion for you in his eyes but you wanted to taste it. he could tell you how much he adored you and cared for you through each swipe of his tongue on yours. through the tickle of his rough breaths on your upper lip. sick of waiting you pulled him from his enchantment with watching you squeeze around his fingers. he had no hint of hesitation. only a few minutes had passed since your lips last connected but he kissed you like he hadn’t tasted you in years. barely able to breathe, you pulled his head back with your fingers knotted in his hair. it was a futile effort. he whined and smashed himself back into you, warning you not to do it again. he allowed his hands to leave their position on your back to lay you down solely so he could attach his hands to your breasts. lazily he opened his eyes to see your face of pleasure as he rolled your nipple between his rough fingers. you reached down to coat your fingers in your own arousal and shove them into his mouth. his tongue lay waiting to taste you again but you instead reached down to slowly pump his untouched dick. he jerked as you tightened your grip as you reached the head, giving him the attention he hadn’t realized he needed. 

hyunjin just wanted to release the pressure. just needed to let off a little steam, take the edge off, or whatever phrase made him feel less guilty about jerking off to his best friend and his girlfriend. he dropped most of his shame with his pants, deciding there was no turning back anyway. he was painfully hard and his body buzzed with desire and the risk of being heard by you. maybe he wanted to be, he thought. maybe the sound of his desperation would carry through the paper thin walls and you would hear how crazy you made him. 

at the same moment that you had taken chan into your hands, hyunjin had wrapped his own around himself. they were matched breath for breath, stroke for stroke, though neither really knew it yet. having switched your positions you sat straddled across chan’s thick thighs, your hand slowly squeezing the length of him. his lip caught in between his teeth.  he couldn’t think of a word to say. there was nothing to say. his mind was covered in pink clouds, his hands on your waist rubbing his praises into your hips and ass. the shallow crescent shaped imprints of his nails told you how pretty you were, even if the words were caught on his lips as he tried to fight through the spell you had him under. he hoped the intensity of his gaze spelled out how lucky he felt and how good you were making him feel.  you looked directly into his eyes as you picked up your pace, his head pressing further back into the mattress then rising again to meet your gaze. the satisfied look in your eye only made him want you more. he released his bottom lip from his teeth only when you used your other hand to trace the seam of his balls. a hoarse noise escaped his throat as he spun deeper. 

“i hope-“ squeeze.

 “hyunjin-” pump.

 “can’t hear” squeeze. 

 chan’s first coherent sentence of the night. 

with every tight-lipped groan from chan, hyunjin thrusted up into his hand. he was addicted to the sound of him. with every noise he felt closer to the brink. he shook his head as if to condemn himself in real time. a part of him felt dirty. his hand hesitated for just a moment and the temporary loss of contact almost brought a tear to his eye. in that pitch black room he accepted fate and slavery to his own pleasure.  with every somber turn of his head he stepped closer to release.  chan had said his name so weakly. hyunjin struggled to suppress a whimper at the thought. the sound of his best friend falling apart saying his name was making him dizzy. 

“hyunjin.” hyunjin replayed in his mind. “hyunjin.” he closed his eyes. what he wouldn’t give to be in that room. to feel the energy swirling, barely contained by the four walls. to get lost in a tangle of limbs, sweat, and arousal. to sink deep into you and mark you as his. to have a set of hands in his hair and another on his chest. the room was beginning to vibrate as he imagined your body pinned between the two of them, your lipstick covering his face and chan’s hand abusing your clit. just for tonight he entertained the idea of sharing you. the idea of absorbing every sound you made into his mouth. to have chan pressing you into him, the energy radiating through you between the two of them. the pulse of your pussy squeezing him as you came. 

chan’s favorite position is missionary. he doesn’t want to miss a second of you, of any expression. of any movement. he loves being above you, watching his dick disappear inside of you. he loves the warmth you give him inside and out. he loves watching your hair tangle as you’re pressed into the mattress. 

he wants to make love. lifting your leg, he kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh, skipping not one inch. he places a lazy kiss on your waist before rubbing an indiscernible pattern into your thigh. he cant resist biting a bruise into the soft flesh. when you yelp he quickly soothes the blossoming bruise with a thousand gentle kisses. your thigh is throbbing and you want nothing more than to tell him to hurry up. to just give you what he knows you need, but his eyes are too full of a dark mix of love and lust. he wants just a little longer to tell you how perfect you are, to kiss the creases of your thighs and hips. to rub circles on your lower back.  whispers of how pretty you are just barely reach your ears as his nose nudges your clit. the flood just below his jawbone convinces him to give in. there’s nothing closer, better, or more intimate than being buried to the hilt inside you. 

you both sigh when he finally pushes inside of you. he’s determined to take it slow, even as you wrap your legs around his hips. even as you tell him how badly you need him. even as you scratch all ten fingers down his back and he shivers violently. he keeps a slow intimate pace, rhythmically pushing into you and pulling back. there is nothing rough, only soft edges. he struggles to hold balance and stroke your cheek, barely managing a smile as he feels the too-fast-approaching high. 

he wanted to extend the time he had with you. to hold you in that moment for a little longer. the edges of the world began to fuzz with each slow roll of his hips. you were too soft, too warm, too inviting, sucking him in deeper with every flutter. he had to pull out. the sudden action elicited a groan from you but he didn’t give you time to miss him. he took advantage of your legs hooked around his hips to drag himself painfully slowly back and forth across your swollen bud. a sticky mix of precum and your arousal trailed after him, leaving the surface of you a mess. with every thrust his dick grazed the fresh bite mark, adding a little pain to your pleasure. 

he refused to come undone until you did. he decided to hit you from all sides. realigning himself with your entrance he made quick work of overwhelming you with sensation. slow strokes prodding your g-spot and showered kisses. your voice reached another pitch when he rolled your clit between his thumb and pointer finger. he caught your lips in a kiss to muffle the noise of your orgasm, silently praying the soft sound of the music next door was enough to cover the sound of him spilling into you. 

hyunjin was practically drooling over the sounds that carried into his bedroom. he could hear how wet you were, your quiet whimpers overshadowed by chan’s grunting. he was fighting to stay quiet himself, his jaw stiff as he twisted his hands over the tip. he slapped a hand over his mouth, moaning through his fingers as he heard what had to be the sound of both of you cumming. your voices together sounded so desperate. so in love. his face burned with jealousy. he kept thrusting into his hand, his thumb focused on the tip. the other he kept over his mouth as he was sure that you’d be able to hear him now that you were done making your own noise. even with no moans slipping through his fingers, his chest heaved as he bucked desperately into his splayed fingers. his eyes screwed shut as he remembered the sound of his name on chan’s lips. hyunjin momentarily uncovered his mouth to reach onto his side table and retrieve the t-shirt he’d let you borrow. it smelled of an intoxicating mix of chan’s cologne and your perfume. the two people he so desperately and shamefully wanted were just out of reach. draping the shirt over his face. he opened his mouth to coat the shirt in his spit and suck it back out. excess saliva dribbled down the side of his mouth, sticking the shirt to the sides of his face. he hoped there was a trace of you.  hyunjin wanted anything of you he could taste.  he took a deep breath in, the scent of you penetrating deep into his nostrils. on the out breath his chest was splattered with cum and the thin t-shirt did nothing to muffle the sound of your names as he cried out.  

the shame slaps him like an 8 foot wave. he realizes what he’s done, and more importantly, what he said. he continued to spout a jumbled combination of names, chan’s and yours as he twitched violently, his hand still making rounds on the overly sensitive, angry, head. he slowed to a stop. the mess on his chest suddenly feels cold as he uses the you-scented t-shirt to wipe himself off. he held his breath waiting for a knock on his door or the wall or for chan to call out to him, letting him know his sin hadn’t been a secret. bringing his pillow to its previous resting place he let out an exasperated scream. with every second that passed he felt his cheeks get pinker and pinker as he reckoned with his attraction to his best friend. he remembered how desperately chan had said his name and screamed again. 

that’s when the knock came. 

“hey, you alright in there?” 

hyunjin’s cheeks turned fire engine red at the gentleness with which he spoke to him. 

on the other side of the wall, the pair of lovers’ cheeks stained the same shade of red. they were embarrassed at the thought that hyunjin might have heard them, but ultimately unbothered as they settled into eachothers arms. all three people in the tiny apartment drifted to sleep with curious thoughts of the events in the other room. 

[yummyyumberries]

everyone has to read this omg

[yummyyumberries]

Cant turn back now, i’m haunted.

attached!BangChan x angry!Reader

Warnings: Crying, Yelling (Both Chan and y/n), mean bangchan

a/n: it feels weird to be writing again, and my first fix back isn’t even piwon 😰 i’m so sorry i was gone for so freaking long my head was so empty and collage is hard :( i’m happy to be back! this is my first time writing angst and writing for skz so i’m quite nervous haha i hope you enjoy reading this as much i as enjoyed writing it! (this totally isn’t based off haunted by taylor swift btw..)

The front door slammed again.

You and Chan have been stressed out a lot recently. Your Fashion Designing job and His Idol job constantly had you guys moving around, but a few weeks ago you got a job offer that required you to almost permanently live in Europe, only having time to vist Korean once or twice a year.

When you brought it up to Chan he didn’t take it well. You were in the studio together while he was working on a new song for Stray Kids

“Hey Chan?” You said laying your chin on his shoulder. He takes one side of the headphones off his ear. “What’s up?” he says still focusing on his work. “I got another job offer” You replied walking away and going back to your sketchbook“in Europe…” you muttered. You expected him to get excited instead, he just chuckled. “You’re not going.” He scoffed. You looked up from the sketchbook almost amused by his reaction. “Yes i am.” You spat. “No you’re not and that’s final” In his head he was just joking around, in your head he was being unreasonable. “Fuck off i’m not a kid, i’m moving to Europe” You scolded.

That’s what pissed him off. It’s been two week since you told him that you were leaving, and every day from that night all you two have been doing is fighting.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” you say as you and chan walk through the front door. “Okay so IM annoying because i love you and don’t want you to leave?” He says with disbelief in his eyes. “Yeah, you are” you spit back at him walking into the kitchen while he follows behind “You go on tour all the time so how is this any different!” you yell slamming your hands down on the counter. “It’s different because i come back! You’re practically gonna live in Europe for god knows how long!” he screams back at you. You cross your arms, bite your lip and look away from him to stop yourself from crying again. “Are you fucking serious” he laughes “Are you actually being serious right now?” he screams “You shouldn’t be the one crying. You don’t deserve to cry! You’re the one moving away!” He screams as he walks over toward you.

“Chan i’m trying..” your voice barely above a whisper. Tears falling down your cheeks. “What? Am i supposed to care that you’re crying?” he says rolling his eyes. You look up at him and start to cry. Looking into his eyes hurt you. His eyes lost their shine, the news you expected him to be excited about made his eyes go cold.

“You’re the worst. why do you never listen to me!” you move out of his way, grab your keys, put on your shoes and walked out the door, slamming it behind you. You stand at the side of the door waiting and hoping he follows after you with tears streaming down your face.

Click your eyes shoot to the door hoping it’s him, but it isn’t. Hyunjin walks out into the hallway with a worried look on his face. “Hi..” he whispers. You take one look at him and start sobbing. He takes you into his arms to comfort you, not saying anything and just letting you cry. You pull back and fake a soft smile at him “I’m leaving. I’ve decided” you mumble. “You sure? he says looking at you and fixing your hair. You nod, still smiling at him. “okay, i’ll always be a text away okay?” Your smile turned real at that moment. You hug him one last time before going to your car and emailing the company back, accepting the offer.

You stay with your friend who’ve you known since high school. The next morning she comes with you to pack your suitcases and move your things into the truck that’s shipping your things to your new place in France. You take your suitcases and let your friends drive you to the airport.

flight 882 boarding now

you grab your backpack and suitcase and start to board your plane. You quickly find your seat and put your bag and suitcase in the over head cupboard. You sit down and start to play your music. The plane starts to take off and your phone goes off

Channie 🤍: Hyunjin told me everything, don’t leave i still love you y/n.

[yummyyumberries]

new fic coming soon 👀👀👀

ps. i missed you guys so freaking much 💔

[k0ingisdone]

you know what.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS

[faeryton]

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you

[yummyyumberries]

the only thing america hates more than a rapist is a woman.

[kisseobie]

if you voted for trump let me know so i can block you 💟

[jjunieworld]

to all my american moots and oomfs, i hope that in these next coming days you at least start to feel better and like the heaviness isn’t weighing you down as much anymore. i am still filled with heaviness and dread and terror, but i’m hoping for better days. better lives. it’s starts with us and we can get through this. please prioritize your safety and the safety of those around you, especially if you and those around you are minorities. it’s clear that we will only have each other for these coming years. there’s nothing we can do about the results, but we can continue to keep fighting.

to my followers, please give me some time to adjust to all of these fucking life altering events. i’m not sure the next time i’ll post another fic or how active i will be in the coming days, but this is a safe space for me and i don’t intend to disappear forever. i do have some fics already written that i’ve prepared in case this happened, so stay tuned for that!

and honestly, if you voted for anyone other than kamala harris, unfollow me. fucking block me right now. i hope that for the rest of your days the weight of your decision will drag you down so much that it gets imbedded in you and you’re forced to live with it forever. the blood of everything that is to come is on your hands. i hope that all of this helps you realize that trump is not on your side and he fucking hates anyone who isn’t him. i hope it was fucking worth it.

[zkg2318]

New Dynamics

synopsis ✶ You, Jake, and Sunghoon were the dynamic trio all throughout high school, until the lines of friendship blurred and you started to date Sunghoon. Now consumed with jealousy, Jake begins to pull away from the friendship. Sunghoon, observant as ever, suggests something unexpected.

content warnings ✶ threesome, mlm (kissing, oral), unprotected sex, making out, dirty talk, squirting, oral fem!receiving, oral male!receiving, cuckold, lmk if i missed any

pairings ✶ boyfriend!sunghoon x afab!reader x bestfriend!jake

Jake’s hugs had always stirred something deep within you. Growing up with him as your next-door neighbor, he quickly became a regular in your life. With his frequent appearances, you quickly learned that he could be very physical with expressing his affection. His warm, solid frame enveloping your much smaller one always made you feel so safe. Every time, without fail, you would bury your head into his chest, smelling the familiar scent of the cologne you had bought him for Christmas a few years back. He was a big hugger, something you loved about him, but it was a sentiment Sunghoon did not personally enjoy.

Sunghoon came into you and Jake’s like in the first year of highschool, a mysterious boy who quickly completed your pair, making it an inseparable trio. He was rather soft-spoken, his face often masking a stoic expression as he walked the halls, ignoring the many girls who vied for his attention. He didn’t have the luxury of time to entertain their declarations of love- he was too focused on his figure skating career, too absorbed in chasing his dreams to care about fleeting high school crushes. But even with that ambition and drive for a successful figure skating career, he seemed to have all the time in the world for you and Jake. 

But things change, they always do. That shift came when Sunghoon broke his ankle during a competition, towards the end of your guys’ last year of highschool. It was devastating news, not just to Sunghoon. Watching his dreams shatter like that in front of him ruined you and Jake. Yet, with his sudden free time came an unexpected change in dynamic none of you had anticipated.

In the weeks following his recovery, you spent a lot of time with Sunghoon, often lying by his side to keep him company, helping him catch up on missed classes. Jake would’ve been there too, but soccer practice kept him busy, though not as much as figure skating had with Sunghoon. And in those quiet moments you shared with Sunghoon, something shifted. Lingering touches when you passed him a water bottle, eye contact that was a little more intimate than you’d admit became a regular between you. And Jake, the golden retriever of the group, didn’t seem to notice the way Sunghoon’s gaze softened when he looked at you or blushed when you spoke to him. 

It wasn’t until after Sunghoon recovered that the tension between you finally surfaced. He confessed to you while you sat with him on his bed one afternoon, alone as usual while Jake was off at soccer practice again. Sunghoon had explained to you how he had liked you from the moment he first took you and Jake to watch one of his figure skating practices. That would’ve been the second year of highschool when Sunghoon introduced you guys to his skating rink. After that day, you and Sunghoon made things official, just before graduation. Unbeknownst to you, Jake wasn’t as oblivious as you thought. He had been noticing the subtle changes in you and Sunghoon’s relationship before things had become official, and then with the constant consummation of your new relationship, it had him feeling like the odd one out. He started to pull away after. 

This new dynamic dragged into college, though Jake- never one to rock the boat- agreed to move in with you and Sunghoon to save on rent. It had been the plan since before you and Sunghoon started dating anyway. Though beneath Sunghoon’s stone cold demeanor, he remains as observant as ever. And tonight, while typing away on his laptop, he finally breaks the silence. “Jake, you can’t keep acting like this.”

Jake paused, hiding behind the fringe of his dark hair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked up to meet the wide eyed Jake, “Shut up, I know you’ve been staring at Y/N since before I even met you guys.”

Jake’s fingers froze over his own keyboard as he met Sunghoon’s gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. “What?”

“I know you want her.” Sunghoon’s tone was flat.

Though Jake tried to shrug it off, there was no denying the fact. By the way his heart raced, it was clear that Sunghoon’s words rang true. “Even if I did, why bring it up now?” he tossed his laptop to the other end of the couch, seemingly more interested in where the conversation was heading now. 

“I wanted to see how long this crush would last, but it seems to be unrelenting.”

“What does that mean?”

“I thought it’d stop once we started dating, maybe you’d find some other girl, but it’s like your crush got even stronger.” Sunghoon observed, watching Jake for any change in expression. He was attempting to hint at another revelation. 

“Ok, so what if I still like her? I’m not gonna steal her from you or anything, I’m not that kind of guy.”

Sunghoon’s voice cut through the heavy air, “What if I let you?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Jake said, eyes snapping to his best friend. 

Sunghoon shrugged, a smirk appearing on his face as he went back to typing. “Just… leave the apartment tonight. Then come back a few minutes later like you forgot something.” 

Jake leaned back into the couch, blinking. Before he could respond, he was interrupted by the familiar beeping of the apartment door. You bounded in, arms full of grocery bags, “Someone’s in a good mood,” Sunghoon mused, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at your cheerful posture. 

“They had a sale in the bakery section!” you exclaimed, unpacking the bags with a grin. “So, what are we doing tonight? Are we ordering in? Watching a movie?”

“Ah, Jake is actually going over to a party tonight, so it’ll just be us.” Sunghoon answered, a smug smile on his face. 

“My Jakey is going to a party?” you gasped, plopping onto the couch. “Who are you?”

“No longer a resident here,” Jake mutters, shooting a glare at Sunghoon. You brush it off, pressing a kiss to Sunghoon’s cheek and resting your head on his shoulder. You inhale his familiar cologne and smile, nestling further into his side to watch him type. With his free hand, Sunghoon reaches up to stroke your hand before trailing it down to your chin, tugging it until your lips meet. 

With a bit more force, he presses his mouth firmly against yours, his lips moving in sync with yours. Aware that Jake is sitting uncomfortably close to you both, you begin to pull away, but Sunghoon’s hand moves to the back of your head to pull you in tighter. An involuntary moan escapes you, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Jake shifts in his seat, trying to avert his gaze, but the sound of your soft moans fill the room. He awkwardly readjusts his pants in attempts to relieve some of the pressure in his briefs. You and Sunghoon kiss for a few seconds more, and Jake awkwardly palms his growing bulge while sneaking brief glances at you two. 

“Sunghoon!” you whisper, pushing him away, breathless. You don’t bother to look at Jake, you just stand up and straighten out your top that Sunghoon had attempted to slip his hands under and run off to your room, a furious red decorating your cheeks. 

In your absence, Sunghoon glances over at Jake, noticing the hard on his best friend was now sporting. He stands up, maneuvering his way to where Jake was sat. Jake starts to shift away, but Sunghoon catches his wrist, holding him in place. “If you wanna have a good time tonight, I’d suggest letting this go down naturally.” Sunghoon smirks, feeling his own member twitch.

A painful few hours go by and it’s that time when Sunghoon told Jake to leave. You and Sunghoon are in the kitchen chopping up vegetables when Jake announces that he’s leaving. “Ok, text us when you get there and when you’re leaving.” you say, smiling at Jake. 

He nods, shoving a hand into his pocket as he leaves. “Do you think we should boil the pasta now or wait-” Sunghoon’s mouth is on you before you can finish your sentence, his hands traveling around your body like a map. “Sunghoon, what is up with you?” you say between kisses.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day, baby.” he groans, massaging your ass in his large hands. They trail down to your thighs and you take that as a sign to jump. He catches you, moving you to the dining table. “Feel how hard I am, baby.”

He pulls your hand down to feel him through his dress pants and you moan, feeling his large member. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”  You pull your hand away so you can grind your clothed heat against him, desperate for some sort of friction. Sunghoon growls in response, attacking your pulse point with bites. He rolls up your dress so that you're sitting on the dining table in just your panties. 

“God, you’re such a dirty whore, sitting on the table in your underwear on display for me.” he hisses, putting his hand on your throat. You hate to admit that the pressure on your throat makes your heat slick with your own essence, becoming a moaning mess before him. “Get on your knees, baby.” 

You jump from the table, unzipping his pants and dragging his briefs down to see his cock spring free. The tip of his cock was red and dripping with precum, a scene that had you salivating at the mouth. You placed your mouth on the tip, relishing in the sweet saltiness of his pre cum rolling on your tongue. Sunghoon’s hands make their way to your head like second nature and he pushes you down on his cock. Just as your head begins to bob, the beeping of your apartment door sounds and you struggle to lift your head off, but Sunghoon keeps it there. You place your hands on his muscular thighs and you look at him in confusion, wondering if you imagined the sound of your apartment door opening. 

What you couldn’t see was Jake reentering, just as Sunghoon had asked. Face bright red as he watched the scene in front of him unfold. Sunghoon kept one hand on your head, the other raised in the other to motion Jake to come over and sit besides you. “Baby, look who came to join us.” he smirked, finally releasing his hand on your head. 

You released him from your mouth with a pop and you turned, nearly jumping at the sight of your best friend on the floor next to you. “J-Jake?” you exclaimed, pulling your dress down. 

“Baby calm down, I told him to come.” Sunghoon coos, caressing your hair. “Keep sucking my cock.” With hesitance, you slowly place your boyfriend’s dick back into your mouth, suddenly very aware of your best friend besides you. “Jake, what are you waiting for?”

“What? I’m not gay dude!” he protests, looking around nervously.

“The tent in your pants says otherwise.” Sunghoon says expectantly, using his other hand to pull Jake in next to his cock. “Now suck, or the deal is off.” 

Swallowing the growing lump in his throat, Jake licks his dried lips and joins you in your endeavors. Within a few seconds, you and Jake find a rhythm around Sunghoon’s member; one licking up and down his shaft while the other presses kisses to his tip. Seemingly by accident, Jake’s lips run into yours while you're running your tongue up and down his shaft, and he opens his mouth around your tongue. He pulls you into a kiss around your boyfriend's cock, and you let out a pornographic moan, never having felt this sensation before. 

You instinctively grab at whatever you can find, your hands landing on Jake’s flannel and you pull him closer to you. “Fuckkk, look at you two making out around my cock.” Sunghoon moans, stroking both of your heads. Your lips mesh with Jakes for a few more moments and then Sunghoon is pulling you up to stand with him. “Eat her out.” he tells Jake, pulling you in for a kiss. Jake rushes to pull your panties down, moving himself in between his legs while you make out with Sunghoon. 

When his lips connect with your core, you gasp into Sunghoon’s mouth, dramatically digging your nails into his arms. You can feel every movement of Jake’s mouth, his tongue expertly flicking at your clit and entrance. Sunghoon tugs your head back, wanting to look at your expressions as he watches you get eaten out by another man. You shifted your body, bucking your hips when you felt a cold finger press against your cunt. 

“F-fuck, Jake!” you moan, biting your lip as you intimately gazed at your boyfriend. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, puppy.” he groaned, sliding his finger between your slick folds. He could feel his member twitching in his pants, but he didn’t want to push it with Sunghoon. Boundaries weren’t set beforehand, and as much as he wanted to just whip his cock out and jack himself off while he ate you out, he would patiently wait for Sunghoon to tell him what to do next. 

“Touch yourself Jake, I can see you fucking squirming.” Sunghoon said, practically reading the desperate boy's mind. Almost immediately, one of Jake’s hands flew to his pants and he shimmied out of his bottoms completely, hand wrapped around his shaft, the speed of his ministrations to his own cock following the speed in which he fingers you. 

Jake’s tongue swipes your folds and you cry out into Sunghoon’s chest, “N-no more! I’m going to cum!” you squirm.

“Keep going, Jake. Make her cum.” 

Jake speeds up his motions, and you’re clutching onto your boyfriend like your life depends on it. Within seconds, a warm knot forms in your stomach and you yelp, clenching around Jake’s fingers. “Fuck, are you cumming?” the boy on the ground asks, noticing the clench of your pussy on his fingers. 

“Good girl, keep cumming baby. Just like that.” Sunghoon praises, talking you through your high. “She doesn’t talk when she cums, just clenches really hard.” 

“That’s fucking hot.” 

You collapse into Sunghoon’s arms as Jake escapes from under your legs, your essence glistening around his mouth. “Come here,” Sunghoon says to Jake. The boy stands, his cock standing erect. Sunghoon pulls him in by his collar and presses his mouth against him, clearly tasting you on the boy's lips. “Fuck, I can taste you on Jake.” He grabs both of your guys’ hands and takes you to your bedroom. “Strip.”

You do as he says, peeling off your dress, leaving you naked on your bed. Jake follows suit, stripping himself of his t-shirt and flannel. Sunghoon is the last to bare himself, ridding himself of his t-shirt and pants. “Lay down for me, baby.” he asks, patting the spot in front of you. Smiling, you lay your head down in his lap, his cock right beside your head.  “Good girl…” he growls, his eyes raking over your body. “Jake, do whatever you want with her. But if you cum in her, I’ll kill you.”

Jake, perking up at the sound of his name, crawls over to you. He positions himself so he’s hovering over you, his necklace swinging above you. Your eyes followed the calm swing of his necklace, mesmerized by its movements. The silver chain hung off his veiny neck, bringing your attention to his lean body. In your observations, your eyes trailed downwards, and finally, you were getting a good look at your best friend's cock, and it was slightly girthier than Sunghoon’s. Jake, noticing your gaze seemed to catch wind of your worries. “I’ll go slow, pup.” 

He settled between your legs, rubbing his head up and down your slick folds. You squirmed, overstimulated from the motions against your clit. “Tell me if it hurts.” he pushed in, his cock immediately sheathed by your warm walls. Inch by inch, he looked up to check on you, but you wouldn’t have noticed due to your eyes being squeezed shut in anticipation of the usual burning sensation of being stretched out. 

“Jakeee…” you whined out, clutching at his arms as you unintentionally clenched around his member. 

“Fuck, pup. Don’t do that, you’re so fucking tight around me.” he groaned, pushing in a little further. “Please tell me I can move.” 

You nodded, biting your lip as tears began to prick your eyes. “Don’t cry, baby.” Sunghoon said, wiping a tear from your eyes. “You take his cock so well, my sweet treasure.” 

Jake started to find a steady pattern as he began moving, his hands finding purchase in the flesh of your hips as he fucked into you. Without thinking, Jake leans forward and seeks out Sunghoon’s lips, catching them in his mouth while his cock slides in and out of you. Sunghoon, although startled by the boy's actions, falls into a comfortable rhythm of intimate kisses with him. You look up, seeing the two boys you had grown up to be so fond of, lovingly make out above you. 

Frowning, you grab Sunghoon’s cock and slip it into your mouth, mentally smirking at the way Sunghoon moaned around Jake’s mouth. Jake’s thrusts begin to get sloppy, beads of sweat falling down his body as you both get closer to your climax. Your moans, muffled around Sunghoon’s cock, are also bringing him closer to his high. “Fuck, I think I’m going to cum soon.” Jake groaned, pulling away from Sunghoon. 

You respond by reaching up to jack off Sunghoon and use your other hand to rub gentle circles around your clit. The air grows heavy as the three of you collectively grow silent, too focused on reaching your highs at the same time. You are the first to reach your climax, that same sensation growing in your stomach and flowing out of you all at once as Jake’s thrusts fail to slow down. “Jake- stop! I- I can’t keep-” your vision turns white, and that all familiar sensation begins to build up far too soon.

“Fuck! Just a little more, pup!” he moans, cinching his eyebrows together as his thrusts get sloppier and faster. 

“Jake, I can’t!” you nearly scream, feeling your vision return momentarily only for a gush of liquid to burst out of you during his final thrust before he pulls out. “F-fuck!’ you scream, legs quivering around Jake’s waist as he pumps his own load out onto your stomach. 

Sunghoon, who has been watching the whole thing, finds his own climax approach once he sees his girlfriend squirt on his best friend. He moves away from you just in time to draw out his own orgasm, watching as spurts of white cum land on your stomach and mix with Jake’s. “Fuck, did you just squirt?” Jake asks, exasperated from your actions. 

“That was so embarrassing.” you mewl, too tired to talk more. 

“That was fucking hot, squirting on my cock like that.” 

“We need to change the sheets.” Sunghoon observes, noticing the stains all over the bed. You don’t bother moving, ultimately deciding it was the boy's problem to deal with. “We’ll take care of it, princess. Don’t worry.”

[yummyyumberries]

THIS WAS SO HOT???

[yummyyumberries]

𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙗 𝙭 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙘𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙨!!), 𝙬𝙖𝙭 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 (𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙖/𝙣: 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮. 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞’𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠! 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 @sxfterhearts 𝙖𝙣𝙙 @kisseobie 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 @kissoulie 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙨) 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 11!

You and Jongseob had planned a day out at the mall, strolling through the bustling aisles, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. It was a typical date, nothing out of the ordinary.

As Jongseob stepped into a busy sports store, you waited outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You look up from your phone to check on Jongseob when a shadow fell over you.

"Hey there, beautiful," a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with dark almost black eyes standing way too close for comfort. He had a cocky smile on his face, and there was something about him that set off an alarm in your head.

"Can I help you?" you asked, trying to sound assertive, but your voice came out a little shaky.

"I just wanted to say, you're stunning. I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you," he purred, his eyes roaming over your body. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren't flattered. Something about his gaze made you feel exposed.

"Thank you, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you replied, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But this guy obviously wasn't getting the message.

"Oh, come on, one date won't hurt." he persisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "You deserve some fun, and I promise, it'll be worth it."

You shook your head, firmly stating, "No, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." You tried to step away, but he moved closer, cornering you against the wall. His scent, a mix of cologne and something musky, invaded your senses, making you feel nauseous.

"Don't be like that, babe. Let me take you out" he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. His hand grazed your waist, and you shivered, but not from pleasure.

“Y/N where’d you go love?” You hear jongseobs voice call out to you. Just then, Jongseob stormed out of the store, his eyes blazing with anger. He took in the scene—the stranger too close for comfort, his hand on your body, and you, frozen in place. His face turned dark with rage.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole" Jongseob snarled, grabbing the stranger by the collar and yanking him away from you. The guy stumbled back, his cocky smile fading as he realized he'd picked the wrong target.

"Seobie, it's okay, he wasn't doing anything," you softly protested, but John wasn't listening. He was seething, his fists clenched tightly.

"You think you can just hit on my girl and get away with it?" He growled, his voice was filled with disbelief, almost laughing at the scene in front of him. The stranger, now pale with fear, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, man, I didn't know she was taken. I'm sorry, okay? No need to get violent," he stammered, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to get away from his grip.

Jongseob's grip tightened on the blondes collar, and you could see the veins on his forearms looking at you. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me? She's mine"

The stranger nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yeah, sure, man. I get it. I won't come near her again. I swear."

Jongseob shoved him away, and the guy stumbled, almost falling to the ground before hurrying off, disappearing into the crowd. You felt a mix of emotions—relieved that the guy was gone, but also anxious by Jongseob's sudden outburst.

Jongseob turned to you, his eyes still burning with anger. "Get in the car, now," he ordered, his voice harsh. You flinched at his tone, but you knew better than to argue. You followed him to the parking lot, getting more and more anxious with every step

Once inside the car, Jongseob started the engine, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I can't take you anywhere without you attracting every fuckboy in town," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're a fucking magnet for trouble, you know that?"

You sat quietly, stunned by his words. This wasn't like your Seobie; he was usually so calm and collected. when guys would hit on you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

"Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way that guy was all over you, and how you loved every second of it." His voice rose, his anger was making your hands shake. "You love the attention, don't you?“ You want to respond but your heart feels too heavy to speak. “You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to explain, to tell him that the guy had made you uncomfortable, but Jongseob wasn't listening. It’s like his jealousy was blinding him.

As he drove, his grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. You knew this wasn't the time to argue. Jongseob was a ticking time bomb, and you needed to defuse the situation.

"Seobie, please, he was just being persistent. I told him no, but he didn't listen. I'm sorry if it looked like I was encouraging him," you said, your voice soft and pleading. "I love you, and you know that."

"Let’s go." he whispers aggressively grabbing your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You let him guide you to your shared room and roughly push you down onto the soft bed. He tightly secures the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making you hyperaware of every sound and touch. You hear the soft rustle of clothing and feel the cool air on your skin as Jongseob undresses you swiftly, his fingers trailing along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You feel his lips find your neck, and he starts planting needy, wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Biting down hard every chance he could. His hands find your breasts, his aggressive touches making you jump. You surrender to the darkness and the sensations, feeling Jongseobs hands exploring your body. His fingers glide across your nipples, teasing them to hardness before he takes each one into his mouth, sucking and tugging violently. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back. His tongue traces patterns on your abdomen, making you squirm as it nears your aching pussy.

You try to distract yourself and not give into all his teasing until Jongseonz mouth finally reaches your throbbing clit. He parts your folds with his tongue, exploring your wetness, and moan in pleasure as he finds your sweet spot. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You feel around and grip at his hair but he slaps your hand off and pulls away. “you know the rules.

As your moans fill the room, Jongseob pulls away leaving you feeling more needy than before and then suddenly.

drip.

drip..

drip…

The hot wax makes you squirm. You try to feel around for the wax but you feel jongseob grab your wrists with his hand. “You’re not being good Y/N…” he argued. You try to pay attention but he keeps dripping the wax onto you. Making it hard to focus, until you feel a cold metal on your wrist.

click.

click.

you hear as the metal tightens on your wrist.

click

click.

you hear as he handcuffs you to the bed.

"Seobie , please..." you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He clicks his tongue. “You’re so impatient.” You feel his long fingers harshly jam into you, quickly going in and out. You feel the tension coiling tightly within you, ready to snap. Just as you're about to climax, he stops abruptly, leaving you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.

"Cumming so soon?" he teases. He stands, and you sense him looming over you, his presence dominating the space. Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your throat

"You’re such a slut for me. isn’t that right?" he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Yes i’m your slut!” you say through your tears, his other hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing pussy. His fingers plunge into your wetness, curling and hitting all the right spots. You feel like putty under his touch.

The combination of sensations is overwhelming. The chokehold clouds your mind, making the pleasure more intense as he fucks you with his fingers, pushing you closer to the brink.

"I want to feel you, all of you," he whispers, his voice raw with need. With gentle but firm hands, he guides your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the head of his cock teasing your slick folds, circling your entrance, teasing you.

"Please, seobie..." you plead, desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside you. He teases you further, sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out, making you whimper. Finally, he thrusts forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You moan loudly with warm tears running down your face as he stretches you, accommodating his thickness.

Jongseob finally begins to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with purpose. The loss of sight heightens the sensation, making you focus on every inch of his cock as it glides in and out of your tight pussy. His hands grip your thighs, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as he picks up the pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. He leans forward, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you, over and over. The force of his thrusts drives you deeper into the mattress, each one pushing you closer to the edge.

Without warning, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate. He flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praises, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you again, this time from behind. The new angle hits all your sweet spots, making you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.

Jongseobs hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he establishes a relentless rhythm. He fucks you with abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed as he drives you closer to the brink once more.

"Cum for me." he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel it..."

His words are your undoing. You tighten around him, your pussy milking his cock as you climax, crying out as pleasure surges through your body. Jongsoeb follows, groaning as he empties himself deep inside you, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

In the aftermath, he collapses onto your back, his chest heaving against yours. Slowly, he removes the blindfold, and grabs the key to uncuff you. His hands caressing your now red wrists. You turn in his arms, your bodies still joined, and look into his eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.

"I’m sorry baby” you say softly into his chest. He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes. "It’s not your fault angel” he says softly into your ear before kissing your head.

[strawberry-seob]

balls slapping against clit supremacy

[yummyyumberries]

guys she’s making fun of me 😔

[kisseobie]

day 5 of piwontober 24’ ✶ “wine pon you”

prompt: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

pairings: intak x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), sex under the influence, dubious consent

word count: 5.1k

tags: alcohol use (only intak is drunk), clubbing, biting and marking, drunk sex, one night stand, stripper reader, smoking, infatuation, brief mentions of vomit, intak is whipped as hell lmaoo, rizztak 🙈, giggly sex, no attachment, pov switches, blowjob, vaginal penetration

a/n: hi everyone <3 i wasn’t expecting to take this prompt so i’m sorry if this sucks but hehe first kisseobie piwontober 24’ fic 💟 loveeeee me some sleazy intak so i hope u all enjoy! i didn’t use the foodplay prompt btw lol not my thing unfortunately..

sorry for posting so late by the way! :( i hope the unusually long length makes up for it :3

full piwontober 24’ masterlist here ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

buzzed bodies and a powdery scent of pungent perfume, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for intak, comforting even. he wouldn’t necessarily call himself addicted, but his feet drag him down a couple of blocks to the same strip joint more often than the man would like to admit. the establishment isn’t stellar in any means, nothing to write home about. the selections of liquor are not to intak’s liking, the rainbow lights flicker in a manner that’s almost nauseating, and the dj can’t bump a track for shit.

intak knows that an intense infatuation with a certain stripper isn’t necessarily something applaudable, and if anything, his roommate jiung would laugh his ass off at the revelation, but he can’t find it in himself to really care. not when you take the stage, chunky heels clacking against the shiny floor, bedazzled top hit with a beam of white light, cascading diamond-like forms across the walls. intak watches your every twist and turn so intensely, like the show was specifically crafted for his eyes only, a personal love letter addressed to hwang intak—signed xoxo, y/n.

intak watches as you slide effortlessly against the metal pole, the cool rod leaving a trail of goosebumps on the surface of your smooth skin. he likes that about you, that despite the fact that you’re just a mere fantasy for him, you’re human—something real. it presents itself in different ways, he’s been coming here long enough to notice the way your muscles sometimes tremble in exertion during a particularly difficult move, or how you subtly tuck away stray pieces of pretty hair that stick to the gloss on your lips. he notices it all. he wonders if you notice him too.

your dance routine ends and intak finds himself plopped on a lonely barstool, downing some bottom shelf bourbon—nothing out of his typical routine here, really. he can feel the blaring music, the thumping of the beat coursing through his entire being, only aided by the incessant hollers of drunk partygoers. it however, does nothing to distract his thoughts from you—pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty teeth, and a nice set of tits too. the man feels like a pervert, coming to the same shit club every weekend to get a glimpse of his sweetheart, the dreamy girl that most likely doesn’t give a damn about him. intak sighs, and then takes another swig.

“pretty boy is here again. sat right up at the front, probably trying to take a sniff at your panties or somethin’.”

“stop that. he seems nice.” you shoot back, but only snickers from the girls in the locker room follow. they think you’ve got some weird situationship going with the guy, you suppose.

you were aware of the mystery boy of course, he watched your every show without fail, drank his bodyweight at the bar, and ended the night by clumsily wobbling out of the club, only to come back the next weekend and follow the same tired routine. he is a pretty boy, you’ll give him that. dark eyes that twinkle ever so slightly, a lopsided grin permanently etched on his face when he watches you dance, lean body that accentuates his height well.

despite the fact that he’s charming, you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants when you’re on stage, or how he sometimes leaves to the bathroom after you’ve finished, presumably to relieve the obvious tent in his pants when you roll your hips against the pole just right. he’s just another sleaze, a pretty one maybe, but a sleaze nonetheless. you sure aren’t fooled, even if his dedication to your performances is intriguing.

“hey y/n, if you don’t want him, i’ll take him. he looks pent up, the poor guy.” your coworker jokes, but you pay no mind to the teasing. you have a show to put on, whether the pretty boy watches or not.

meaningless conversation ends and you situate yourself on top of the dirty dressing room bench, slipping on your heels, a dazzling crimson red and eight inches tall. opting for no tights today, you examine how the shoe emphasizes the length of your shaved legs—in other words, you know you’re gonna make a few extra tips tonight. your mouth waters at the thought of buying yourself a nice breakfast in the morning, maybe a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream?

after some waiting backstage, the club’s owner, a pudgy old man you’ve never quite gotten along with, announces your name with a cheesy slogan. a few men hoot and holler, clearly ready to eye you down like a fresh piece of meat for their tasting. the lights dim as the velvet cheetah-printed drapes part to reveal you in all your glory, dressed to the nines, even if the clothing you adorn is sparse. the music cues, and you walk, letting the crowd drink you in like a tall glass of wine. as you strut to the beat with a shimmery smile, you unconsciously scan the audience, eyes honing in on one man in particular. he’s here, of course he is, staring at you as if you hung the stars for him, and you might as well have, judging from the gobsmacked look on his face. you shoot him a sly wink before turning to the pole, gyrating your hips against the metal before latching your legs onto the very material. it’s exhilarating as it is exhausting.

a few dozen twists and turns on the rod later, your practiced routine finally comes to a close. the cheers are loud, they always are. you collect tips from wrinkly hands, blowing kisses and shooting winks at all sorts of men—married, recently divorced, rich, poor—it doesn’t matter to you, you aren’t one to judge. when you’re done collecting dollar bills and desperate notes with numbers scribbled across, your vision catches pretty boy making his way to the bar, greeting theo, the bartender always on night duty, like an old time friend.

“you come here often?” intak teases at taeyang, who stares back at him with his arms crossed, visibly unamused. the man gives it to intak straight, an admirable quality for sure, though some may call him too blunt for his own good. your show ended a few hours ago, and intak’s been perched on this very stool, drinking glass after glass, hoping it’ll clear his thoughts that seem to only focus on you.

“don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink? you look like shit. if you puke on my countertop you’re cleaning that shit up yourself.” theo scolds, but there’s no malice in his tone, a little bit of disinterest and concern maybe, but no malice. intak lazily raises his hand in the air with his head down, a nonverbal way of saying “i know, i’m gonna get going.” that taeyang can read every time with ease. the man with shoulder-length hair audibly sighs.

“she’s nothing but a fantasy man, let it go. you come here every weekend just to sit and watch a girl out of your reach. it’s getting pathetic.”

intak winces at the harsh words, but smiles nonetheless. he gets up with some effort and pulls a few crinkled twenties out of his pocket, slapping them on the table in between them with a, “always a pleasure talking to you, theo”. taeyang scoffs, grabbing the bills to place them in the register. “yeah yeah, get home safe.”

intak stumbles out of the stuffy club with a headache, already dreading the inevitable hangover he’ll have in the morning. he waves his arm around aimlessly, hoping to signal a taxi, eyes wandering around the street in boredom until they catch onto a familiar figure sat on the hood of a car. you’re wearing a fuzzy long coat, shielding you from the cold of the night as you cup your hand around a lighter. intak watches you take a deep drag from a lit cigarette, blowing the swirly smoke into the autumn air with an indifferent expression on your face. your hair blows in the wind, but you pay no mind to it, seemingly lost in thought. intak rubs at his eyes with closed fists to be sure you aren’t a figment of his imagination—he’s never seen you away from the limited space of the stage.

before he can talk himself out of it, the boy crosses the street, hands in his pockets as he takes slow, hesitant steps towards you. you’re even prettier like this, intak thinks, not faking a smile for some fast cash, wrapped up in a big coat that makes you look so incredibly small, scrolling on your outdated phone with sleepy eyes. he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

“hey.” are his first words directed at you, a little lame but they grab your attention nonetheless. you jump at his voice, clearly not expecting to entertain a conversation this late at night. intak waits awkwardly as you scan him from head to toe, a hint of what looks like recognization in your eyes. you give him a tight lipped smile, obviously nervous because of the sudden encounter. he can’t blame you, he supposes, not when you’re in this line of work. he probably isn’t the first man to approach you, and most definitely not the last either.

“hi?” is how you answer, hesitant but oh so curious. he’s always been a wallflower from what you know, watching from a distance but never one to approach. the change in routine is certainly sparking your interest, and you wait with bated breath for him to come clean, to reveal his true intentions towards you, good or bad.

“i’ve seen you dance a few times. you’re really good.” intak sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his neck all shy, as if he hadn’t watched you dry hump the floor half naked earlier. his timidness is frankly a bit refreshing, usually an attendee of one of your shows would have tried to get in your pants by now.

“thank you. i’ve seen you in the crowd, y’know. you never tip me, so i can’t be all that good, can i?” you tease, but the question does hold some truth in it. he hasn’t tipped you a single dollar since stepping in the club for the first time, another useless observation of yours.

“sorry.” he blurts out, cheeks red with embarrassment, like a kid who got caught stealing out of the family cookie jar. you hold back a snort at his flustered expression, you were merely teasing the boy. no hard feelings. “it’s all good. a bit curious as to why you come to see me every weekend though. or maybe you’re just here for the drinks, who knows.”

intak laughs at that. “when all the club supplies is whiteclaws and cheap bourbon? i could get better drinks at the supermarket.”

“well you’re right about that,” y/n affirms with a giggle. “so then, what is it? what draws you here every weekend, pretty boy?” you know the answer, but you’d like to hear it straight from the source. it’s more fun that way.

intak sighs, and then reaches his arm out to shake hands, to which you raise an eyebrow, but accept the kind embrace anyways. his hands are warm, a bit sweaty too. he sports no rings, and his fingers are a bit calloused, it makes you wonder what the guy does for work—welding, maybe?

“i’m intak.” a beat passes. you smile, all teeth and gums, and shake his hand in return.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, intak.”

intak’s room is warm, a welcomed contrast to the depressing weather outside. not the cleanest living space, with socks hanging from drawers and far too many lopsided posters pasted onto his walls, but strangely enough, it’s comforting. before now, hwang intak to you was always a man of great mystery, but his cluttered apartment humanizes him. there are a few framed photos propped up on his messy desk, old ones, showcasing intak as a young boy, smiley as ever with his arms draped over various shoulders of people you don’t quite recognize. he’s got some little notes written on the glass frames as well, one in particular catching your eye, a scribbled “my first drink EVER! it tasted like shit!!”. it makes you smile, similar to how the sight of an excited puppy playing fetch would.

as you snoop around intak’s bedroom, your thoughts start to wander to earlier tonight, when you took the stage and locked eyes with the man whose very space you’re currently occupying. his legs spread, chest puffed, jaw slack as he watched you perform with a needy look on his face, practically eye-fucking you across the dim room. it should have disgusted you, it definitely did with every other man who saw you as a mere object of their perverted desires, a sex symbol that they couldn’t live without. there was something different about the boy though, something that made you crave a single night with him. it’s why you accepted his offer to come over to his place with little to no deliberation, despite you swearing to yourself countless of times in the past that you’d never let a random man take you home.

intak’s currently in his bathroom, hyping himself up in front of his mirror as best as he can, fearful that he’ll screw this up and scare you away forever. he can be a bit clingy when intoxicated, sometimes sappy too—a fact that jiung can attest to. the boy would be absolutely mortified if his drunk tendencies landed him on the club’s hefty blacklist, so he takes a deep breath and gives himself an internal pep talk to loosen up: “intak, you’ve got this man. she wouldn’t have taken your offer to come over if she thought you were a weirdo. get back in there, bro.”

intak places a final kiss onto his flexed bicep as good luck, then cringes at himself before taking a deep inhale, brows furrowed in concentration. he walks out of the bathroom and opens his bedroom door, gasping aloud at the delicious sight he’s met with. you’re not wearing your coat anymore, nor your dancing heels, left very naked besides the crimson panties you wore for your earlier performance. your draped over his bed, leaning across the width of the mattress, supporting your weight with one hand planted firmly on intak’s bed, the other raised up to your line of sight as you examine your coffin nails before you take notice of intak’s presence. intak resists slapping himself across the face, not wanting to seem like even more of an idiot after you teased him just an hour ago for never tipping you during your shows. instead, he just stands and stares, gobsmacked at the view, you sat atop of his bed, perky tits out, nipples hard and waiting for his attention.

“you gonna stand there all night or..” is all you can manage to get out before the man takes fast strides towards you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. you moan into his mouth, tongue swiping against his, tasting nothing but bourbon and musk, the flavor provoking a throbbing heat to your core. his dominance seeped into the hot kiss, presenting itself in the way he grabbed at your cheeks roughly, how his tongue shoved itself in your mouth so sloppily, how he lips travelled to the nape of your neck, leaving bite marks in its wake. he was experienced for sure, and thank god for it, because a makeout sesh alone had your typically level-head clouded with yearning and lust.

without proper warning, intak’s calloused hands travelled to your boobs, the rough contact against your soft skin making you mewl. he groped at the flesh with eagerness, replacing his left hand with his tongue as he circled your bud with the wet muscle, flicking it with a deep groan. his mouth latched onto your left tit, suctioning the area with just the right amount of pressure. you let your hand slip into the tufts of his jet black hair, tugging at the strands every time intak bit at your skin. the boy maneuvered his head to give the same attention to your right boob, but not without replacing the left with his hand, his own spit thinly coating his palm as he squeezed.

a few minutes passed just like that, with intak worshipping your boobs like an artist intensely dedicated to their craft. the man unlatched his lips from your chest with a loud pop, placing a single kiss on each of your nipples before admiring his work. your skin was now littered with red and purple marks, all from intak and none unwelcome. “pretty.” he remarks, staring at your tits like a man starved. the attention has you dripping, pussy weeping for contact, to which you subtly make an attempt at rubbing your thighs together to bring temporary relief to your aching cunt. intak takes notice of this, smirking at you, facial features sporting a knowing look.

“intak, wanna see you please.” you beg, craving to see what the man looks like underneath the thin layer of his clothes. “fuck, yeah, okay,” he responds, his voice breathless—all a result of you, only you. “it’s only fair i give you a show too, right?” he jokes, the lightheartedness soothing any nerves you may have had earlier. “right.” you affirm with a focused expression, before giggling at him. intak steps a few feet away from his bed, eyes locked on yours as he cheekily pulls off his own coat. his black wife beater follows, allowing you the liberty to drool at the sight of his sculpted abs. your line of sight travels downwards, to where you can spot a prominent v-line, and the beginning of a trail of pubic hair—not too long, but still present, not that you mind.

intak starts to tug at his belt buckle, but you’re quick to sit at the edge of the bed, feet tucked snug under your thighs as you replace his hands with your own. you free the boy from the tight constraints of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. they’re red in color, almost matching the hue of your own underwear. you can spot the thick outline of his cock, already hard and practically slipping out of his briefs. there’s also a wet patch of precum oozing out of the elastic material, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling at the thought of tasting him.

before you free his girth out of its constraints, you leave a few sloppy kisses and kitten licks on the cloth, his subdued scent and taste overtaking your senses. intak may be the only one under the influence, but you could get drunk just off of this, especially with the way the man bites his lip at your gentle contact, a strangled “fuck..” leaving his lips. you quit your teasing after a few more licks, pulling down intak’s underwear in one swift movement, almost immediately grabbing at his length with a closed fist and pumping at a steady pace. intak’s reaction is immediate, head thrown back with a loud groan, eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his skull as his hips buck upwards into your fist. you’ve barely done anything and the man already seems close to cumming—it’s as cute as it is dirty, the way he melts into your touch, so pliant and oh so desperate.

“y/n, let me fuck your face.” intak pleads, eyes as twinkly as ever. you reply by guiding his mushroom tip into your open mouth, slowly sinking your mouth onto his length as far as you can go. you look up at intak, mouth full of cock and tears threatening to spill from your lined waterline, silently giving the man a go at your throat. he wastes no time in thrusting into the heat, whimpering and swearing at the way you suction your lips. he speeds his hips to set a near animalistic pace, resulting in you spluttering on him as the force of his thrusts hit against the back of your throat. just as you’re about to tap out, pinch at intak’s thick thighs and catch your breath, salty seed slips into your mouth, coating your throat white. you pull off of him to cough and swallow, looking absolutely defiled in front of the man. for some reason, the fact doesn’t bother you one bit, instead, you only wish for him to rough you up some more, to give you his all, even if it’s just for a single night. even if come tomorrow morning, you’ll slip out of his blankets, leaving no signs that you were ever there.

intak hunches over your frame to capture your slick lips into a messy kiss for the nth time tonight. he can taste his ecstasy on your tongue, savoring the flavor far more enthusiastically than he would any drink served at your club. you loop your arms around his broad neck, pulling him closer and closer until you both are pressed flush against each other, with your back, a bit sweaty, meeting the soft fabric of his linen sheets. intak ruts his swollen, sensitive cock against your crotch, still shielded by your panties. despite the barrier of cloth, intak can feel how wet you are—he grins at that, knowing that he’s the one who’s making you all hot and bothered. he feels like he’s on top of the world, with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, occupying his sheets and pleading for his touch.

“jesus babe, you’re soaked. all this for me?” intak muses aloud, obviously proud of himself at affecting you just as much as you’ve affected him. if he wasn’t so worried about first impressions, he’d pump his fist in the air.

“all for you takkie, now help me get rid of these panties already.” you demand, followed by a flirtatious wink that almost makes intak buckle at the knees. the man drops his head to where he has the perfect view of your crimson panties, contrasting beautifully against your shiny skin. red had always been his favorite color, after all. intak mimics your tactic on his cock from earlier, placing feather light kisses on your inner thighs, and eventually on your clothed mound, too. you whine at his teasing, but it’s only fair he returns the favor, isn’t it?

your scent is heaven on earth to him. delicate and strong at the same time, flowery musk coating his nostrils—it’s so irrevocably girl. the boy takes his sweet time inhaling your smell, completely ignoring your protests. you beg a little more, and always one to please, intak latches his teeth onto the waistband of the silk, tugging it off with his canines while looking you right in the eye. he’s so sexy like this, you think, in between your thighs, already pussy drunk, but slow enough in his movements so the pair of you can properly savor the moment. you appreciate his pace; it’s rare when a man doesn’t insist on sticking it in as soon as you’ve been undressed. intak is kinder than that.

his teeth continue to tug your panties down the length of your legs, until they slip off completely, leaving you completely bare are vulnerable. intak sweetly folds your panties and places them at the edge of the bed, knowing that they must have costed you a pretty penny, before shifting his unwavering attention to your sopping cunt. he stares for a bit, making you a bit shy to the point where you start to close up your legs, but intak is faster, prying them open with force. the dominance that he now exudes is salivating, and you wait, curious as to what his next move will be.

“pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tits, pretty pussy. how are you real?” intak questions you, but his deep eyes are still glued to your cunt, throbbing and calling out for his touch. light and gentle or hard and rough, it doesn’t matter anymore. you just want him, willing to take anything he’ll give you with obedience and a smile. it’s been too long since you’ve been worshipped like a goddess, rather than painted as prey for predator.

instead of intak touching you where you need him most, he leaves scattered bites across the skin of your inner thighs, completely neglecting your cunny to mark you instead. in reality, intak knows that no amount of biting will make you his, and he’ll be back at the club next weekend, watching you perform once more with a glass of bourbon in hand. the realization sends a pang of hurt to his heart, but he bandaids the wound by showing you a good time—a great time, even. it’s all he can do, and do it right he will. so he ignores the ticking of his obnoxious alarm clock, redirecting his focus once more to your cunt.

his digits reach out to explore your pussy, swiping and swirling around the surface in a plethora of ways. intak gauges your reactions to each touch, quickly catching on to what sensations make your legs shake and bottom lip wobble. oh how he’d love to get his mouth on you right now, have you fall apart on his tongue, but his cock throbs as he ruts his hips against his sheets, urging him to slam into your heat as soon as he possibly can. if he doesn’t, he might die this very minute, and so he does. removes his skinny fingers from your puffy bud, stands up and plants his feet onto his carpeted floor, grips onto your thighs to pull your weight to the edge of his bed.

“intak. condom.” you gently remind. as nice as he is, sexy too, you’d much rather protect yourself from some sexually transmitted disease, or worse, an unexpected bundle of joy that you cannot afford to bring into this world. not now, at least, and not with pretty boy intak.

“shit, yeah. sorry, let me get one real quick.” intak responds sheepishly, embarrassed that he’d let his lust take over without taking the proper precautionary steps beforehand. intak walks over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapped piece of latex as fast as he can, clearly desperate to bury himself within your walls as soon as humanely possible. he repositions himself in front of you, cock standing tall, the tip red from the previous attention you gave it. he rips at the foil with haste, almost dropping the condom like a fucking idiot. you don’t let him linger in embarrassment, wrapping your manicured hand around his forearm before gently consoling him with a, “intak, relax. ‘s just me.”

that’s the problem, the fact that it’s you, is what intak thinks, but your words do help him calm down, even if it’s just a bit. he takes a deep breath and slips the rubber onto his length, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. there’s none, of course, just pure lust, and your ready expression convinces the boy to sheath himself into your tight walls, pushing in inch by inch with little to no resistance—perks of you being so incredibly wet, he guesses.

you both moan at the stretch, the feeling so intense that intak may as well have crashed on top of you. he has half a mind to grip an arm onto the sheets, right next to your head. the position is awfully intimate for a one night stand, but neither of you have time to dwell on it when intak pulls his hips back slightly, only to piston back forward with a level of force you weren’t quite prepared for. the boy is quite literally the definition of pussy drunk, setting a desperate speed from the get-go and tucking his face into the nape of your neck. his lips are right underneath your ear, making it impossible to miss each and every one of his pathetically beautiful noises.

after awhile, intak adjusts the angle of his thrusts just a bit, and you cry out at the way his cock prods at your g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. “oh! right there, tak!” you moan out, attempting to meet his thrusts by pushing your own hips downwards. you clench around him in a vice grip, embarrassingly close already. it’s the first time a man has been able to draw out so many sounds from you, you’ve never felt so good before. intak nods at you each and every time you gasp aloud, egging on your, and his, inevitable orgasm.

intak breaks eye contact to look downwards, groaning at how your walls suction him in and leave a frothy white rim against the base of his dick. his length is coated with a sheen, certainly your wetness, and it only makes it that much easier for him to thrust into your gummy walls. the room feels about 20 degrees hotter now, with intak’s sweat dripping onto your chest like a leaking water faucet. he can’t smell the powdery perfume and whiteclaw breath from the club anymore, nose just picking up the scent of you—y/n.

a thumb circles your clit in quick motions, the final tipping point sending you to the edge with a pornographic, “fuck!”. your cunt flutters against intak’s girth, your legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably, eyes tearing up once again, no doubt ruining your carefully applied mascara as intak just fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life. he’s not far behind, only pistoning into you a few dozen more times before unloading his cum into the rubber of the condom.

the pair of you stay silent to catch your breaths, intak still tucked within your cunt as he collects himself. a few minutes later has him pulling out of you with a hiss, cock sensitive from all the exertion. he flops onto the empty space next to you, turning his head to face you, you doing the same. you both giggle, still a bit breathless and so very satisfied.

you almost say something in the heat of the moment, something you’re sure to regret in the morning, but as you turn to look at intak once more, he’s fast asleep. a definite effect of all the drinks he had earlier. you lean over to place a single delicate peck on his cheek, dreading having to leave his side in the morning time, but you couldn’t get attached, not in this line of work. so you tucked yourself away from the boy—cuddling him would make it that much harder to leave him.

morning comes, as it usually does. intak wakes a bit later than usual, sunshine leaking through his thin curtains to shine directly into his eyes. he groans, sits up and stretches his arms real wide to wake himself up faster. as soon as a yawn exits his mouth, the man is hit with an intense headache that prompts him to grip at his forehead in discomfort. the events of the last night are a blur, but his lips remember sloppy kisses, ears remember giggles and whines, cock remembers a fair amount of attention. and then it all comes back to him. y/n.

he turns to his right, but there’s only emptiness beside him. the sheets, however, are crumpled in a way that suggest someone occupied the space not too many hours ago. but it doesn’t matter anyways. one night is all he asked for, and one night he got.

a knock at his wooden door startles intak, and a sleepy jiung enters the room with uncharacteristically hesitant steps. intak watches curiously as the shorter boy seats himself at the edge of his bed. jiung sighs, and then stares as intak with an expression full of pity that he doesn’t need right now. or ever.

“she was here last night, wasn’t she?” jiung asks, and intak can already hear the unwanted lecture that is sure to follow the question.

intak inhales. “yeah,” he chuckles, “she was.”

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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙘𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙨!!), 𝙬𝙖𝙭 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 (𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙖/𝙣: 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮. 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞’𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠! 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 @sxfterhearts 𝙖𝙣𝙙 @kisseobie 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 @kissoulie 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙨) 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 11!

You and Jongseob had planned a day out at the mall, strolling through the bustling aisles, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. It was a typical date, nothing out of the ordinary.

As Jongseob stepped into a busy sports store, you waited outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You look up from your phone to check on Jongseob when a shadow fell over you.

"Hey there, beautiful," a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with dark almost black eyes standing way too close for comfort. He had a cocky smile on his face, and there was something about him that set off an alarm in your head.

"Can I help you?" you asked, trying to sound assertive, but your voice came out a little shaky.

"I just wanted to say, you're stunning. I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you," he purred, his eyes roaming over your body. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren't flattered. Something about his gaze made you feel exposed.

"Thank you, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you replied, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But this guy obviously wasn't getting the message.

"Oh, come on, one date won't hurt." he persisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "You deserve some fun, and I promise, it'll be worth it."

You shook your head, firmly stating, "No, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." You tried to step away, but he moved closer, cornering you against the wall. His scent, a mix of cologne and something musky, invaded your senses, making you feel nauseous.

"Don't be like that, babe. Let me take you out" he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. His hand grazed your waist, and you shivered, but not from pleasure.

“Y/N where’d you go love?” You hear jongseobs voice call out to you. Just then, Jongseob stormed out of the store, his eyes blazing with anger. He took in the scene—the stranger too close for comfort, his hand on your body, and you, frozen in place. His face turned dark with rage.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole" Jongseob snarled, grabbing the stranger by the collar and yanking him away from you. The guy stumbled back, his cocky smile fading as he realized he'd picked the wrong target.

"Seobie, it's okay, he wasn't doing anything," you softly protested, but John wasn't listening. He was seething, his fists clenched tightly.

"You think you can just hit on my girl and get away with it?" He growled, his voice was filled with disbelief, almost laughing at the scene in front of him. The stranger, now pale with fear, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, man, I didn't know she was taken. I'm sorry, okay? No need to get violent," he stammered, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to get away from his grip.

Jongseob's grip tightened on the blondes collar, and you could see the veins on his forearms looking at you. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me? She's mine"

The stranger nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yeah, sure, man. I get it. I won't come near her again. I swear."

Jongseob shoved him away, and the guy stumbled, almost falling to the ground before hurrying off, disappearing into the crowd. You felt a mix of emotions—relieved that the guy was gone, but also anxious by Jongseob's sudden outburst.

Jongseob turned to you, his eyes still burning with anger. "Get in the car, now," he ordered, his voice harsh. You flinched at his tone, but you knew better than to argue. You followed him to the parking lot, getting more and more anxious with every step

Once inside the car, Jongseob started the engine, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I can't take you anywhere without you attracting every fuckboy in town," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're a fucking magnet for trouble, you know that?"

You sat quietly, stunned by his words. This wasn't like your Seobie; he was usually so calm and collected. when guys would hit on you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

"Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way that guy was all over you, and how you loved every second of it." His voice rose, his anger was making your hands shake. "You love the attention, don't you?“ You want to respond but your heart feels too heavy to speak. “You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to explain, to tell him that the guy had made you uncomfortable, but Jongseob wasn't listening. It’s like his jealousy was blinding him.

As he drove, his grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. You knew this wasn't the time to argue. Jongseob was a ticking time bomb, and you needed to defuse the situation.

"Seobie, please, he was just being persistent. I told him no, but he didn't listen. I'm sorry if it looked like I was encouraging him," you said, your voice soft and pleading. "I love you, and you know that."

"Let’s go." he whispers aggressively grabbing your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You let him guide you to your shared room and roughly push you down onto the soft bed. He tightly secures the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making you hyperaware of every sound and touch. You hear the soft rustle of clothing and feel the cool air on your skin as Jongseob undresses you swiftly, his fingers trailing along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You feel his lips find your neck, and he starts planting needy, wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Biting down hard every chance he could. His hands find your breasts, his aggressive touches making you jump. You surrender to the darkness and the sensations, feeling Jongseobs hands exploring your body. His fingers glide across your nipples, teasing them to hardness before he takes each one into his mouth, sucking and tugging violently. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back. His tongue traces patterns on your abdomen, making you squirm as it nears your aching pussy.

You try to distract yourself and not give into all his teasing until Jongseonz mouth finally reaches your throbbing clit. He parts your folds with his tongue, exploring your wetness, and moan in pleasure as he finds your sweet spot. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You feel around and grip at his hair but he slaps your hand off and pulls away. “you know the rules.

As your moans fill the room, Jongseob pulls away leaving you feeling more needy than before and then suddenly.

drip.

drip..

drip…

The hot wax makes you squirm. You try to feel around for the wax but you feel jongseob grab your wrists with his hand. “You’re not being good Y/N…” he argued. You try to pay attention but he keeps dripping the wax onto you. Making it hard to focus, until you feel a cold metal on your wrist.

click.

click.

you hear as the metal tightens on your wrist.

click

click.

you hear as he handcuffs you to the bed.

"Seobie , please..." you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He clicks his tongue. “You’re so impatient.” You feel his long fingers harshly jam into you, quickly going in and out. You feel the tension coiling tightly within you, ready to snap. Just as you're about to climax, he stops abruptly, leaving you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.

"Cumming so soon?" he teases. He stands, and you sense him looming over you, his presence dominating the space. Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your throat

"You’re such a slut for me. isn’t that right?" he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Yes i’m your slut!” you say through your tears, his other hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing pussy. His fingers plunge into your wetness, curling and hitting all the right spots. You feel like putty under his touch.

The combination of sensations is overwhelming. The chokehold clouds your mind, making the pleasure more intense as he fucks you with his fingers, pushing you closer to the brink.

"I want to feel you, all of you," he whispers, his voice raw with need. With gentle but firm hands, he guides your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the head of his cock teasing your slick folds, circling your entrance, teasing you.

"Please, seobie..." you plead, desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside you. He teases you further, sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out, making you whimper. Finally, he thrusts forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You moan loudly with warm tears running down your face as he stretches you, accommodating his thickness.

Jongseob finally begins to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with purpose. The loss of sight heightens the sensation, making you focus on every inch of his cock as it glides in and out of your tight pussy. His hands grip your thighs, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as he picks up the pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. He leans forward, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you, over and over. The force of his thrusts drives you deeper into the mattress, each one pushing you closer to the edge.

Without warning, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate. He flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praises, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you again, this time from behind. The new angle hits all your sweet spots, making you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.

Jongseobs hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he establishes a relentless rhythm. He fucks you with abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed as he drives you closer to the brink once more.

"Cum for me." he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel it..."

His words are your undoing. You tighten around him, your pussy milking his cock as you climax, crying out as pleasure surges through your body. Jongsoeb follows, groaning as he empties himself deep inside you, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

In the aftermath, he collapses onto your back, his chest heaving against yours. Slowly, he removes the blindfold, and grabs the key to uncuff you. His hands caressing your now red wrists. You turn in his arms, your bodies still joined, and look into his eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.

"I’m sorry baby” you say softly into his chest. He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes. "It’s not your fault angel” he says softly into your ear before kissing your head.

[kisseobie]

hi guys! i wanted to clear up something that has been coming up amidst piwontober 24’, apologies if my tone is a bit harsh but it’s been frustrating!

me, as well as some writers a part of the event have been receiving some not so kind inbox submissions, mostly about certain days of piwontober being late according to the schedule. i thought me posting that day 5 had been delayed would have been the end of it, but clearly not.

if you take a look at the masterlist, the tagged writers have changed about a dozen times. this is because people have dropped out due to circumstances out of their control—technical issues, mental health, etc..

it’s honestly a bit tone deaf to act as if this event was specifically made for you. rach and i wanted to start a kinktober event specifically for p1harmony, but we just as easily could have kept the fics in between the writers, but we’re choosing to publish them out to yall because we want to. we don’t owe you anything i fear! if you’re so angry about fics being posted late, go ahead and write your own fics 💟

it’s just annoying because life happens and you would think people would be more understanding of that, but i guess not. would you rather the writer of that day post a shitty smut fic that was written in 2 hours … or would you rather wait to have a longer fic with higher quality? ding ding ding! the correct answer is the latter.

please be more mindful lol

day 5 intak fic was not originally assigned to me but i had to take over 2 days ago, it’ll be posted today

[hakuheartsoul]

let loose ✧ hwang intak

✧ pairing: intak x afab!reader

✧ summary: your boyfriend, intak, gets an ad for collars on his phone. so he shows you - and then chaos ensues.

✧ genre: established relationship, fluff, tiny bit of angst (barely, i promise this is a happy fic), smut (almost pwp basically)

✧ rating: 18+ (mdni!)

✧ word count: ~4.6k

✧ content warnings: intak in a collar is the biggest warning tbh, dirty talk, mild hair pulling, mentions or marking/biting, oral (m receiving), unsafe sex

a/n: hi!! this is my first fic i've ever written for piwon - hopefully i do them justice! i haven't written properly in 2 or 3 years so i'm probably still a little rusty. i'm also writing for day 29 of piwontober 24' for keeho, so please look forward to that.

posting this for my bestie @leepace - the biggest intak lover i know. and special thanks to the besties @sunflowerseob and @strawberry-seob - the unhingedness in our gc keeps me going 🥰

if you read this: thank you so much! i hope you enjoy it~

So: your boyfriend in a collar. It started out as a joke. It really, truly did.

Intak showed you an ad that had come up on his phone one day while you were both just chilling in his room and that was all you needed for the gears to start turning.

“Baby, check this out! It’s a choker and it looks cool.” Intak eagerly shoved the phone into your hands so you could get a better look.

Sure enough, there was a choker on the screen. Intak was pretty fond of wearing items that accentuated his neck (and you were definitely not one to complain when he did). But this piece wasn’t exactly a choker.

“Takkie,” you started, pulling your boyfriend’s attention back to your face. “This isn’t a choker.”

His brows furrowed. “It’s not?”

“Nope - it’s actually a collar.”

The way his eyebrows shot up would have been comical if it wasn’t so endearingly. “O-Oh, right. Well that’s still cool!”

You laughed. “You into collars now, sweetie?”

Intak pretended to look perturbed. “I might be - so what if I am”?

“Well all I’d have to say to that is,” you placed your index finger along his jawline and slowly traced it down his neck. Intak gulped as you leaned closer.

“I can’t wait to find the perfect one for your pretty little neck.”

Intak’s face flushed faster than you’d ever seen it, and instead of responding he simply just tackled you to where he was hovering over you on the bed, you giggling the entire time.

You tucked that useful piece of information away in your mind and the day finally came: your package arrived.

You had it delivered to your house; even though you stayed mostly with Intak, you didn’t want to risk him seeing it beforehand. Once you opened the box, you noticed immediately how the package was much more intricate than you’d expected.

The item was encased in a velvet box, and when you opened it you let out a little gasp yourself. Intak was going to look divine in this, you called it right then.

The collar you had decided on wasn’t one like the leather piece Intak saw in that ad. You’d instead found a chain collar with a heart at each end - one of those that when you pulled on one end it got tighter. Intak always looked so good in chains so once you saw this in your search online you were a goner.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, prompting you to repackage the collar and place it in your bag. Intak was calling to see when you’d be stopping by.

“Hey, I’m leaving my place right now! See you soon.” You quickly answered him and left your house, feeling like you could barely contain your excitement during the entire drive to his place.

The night started out like most other ones tended to: dinner, a movie, and then some messing around that more often than not led to more. Before you could get too far, you remembered what was still waiting in your bag.

“Mm- wait,” you mumbled against Intak’s lips. He had just started to lay you back on the bed, hands wandering as they always did. He placed his hand on one of your hips where your shirt had started to ride up, rubbing softly while he waited for you to continue.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

You smiled and gave him another quick kiss. “I forgot I brought something with me. Can I go grab it?”

“Yeah, sure… what is it, though?”

You giggled as you shimmied out from underneath him. “You’ll see in a second.”

As calm as you hoped you appeared, your heart was racing a mile a minute. Intak knew you had somewhat of a… fixation with his neck. You’d dabbled in seeing where his limits lied in the past: leaving marks, biting, even the occasional - but always very careful - breathplay. 

Intak was usually down to try anything you wanted, as you also were with him, and if one of you didn’t want to do something then it wouldn’t happen, no questions asked. Even still, you were nervous about what his reaction might be when he finally saw the collar.

The collar you had specially picked out for him. The collar that you would hopefully see around his neck soon - given that he wanted to try as well.

Intak was sitting up now, one leg crossed underneath him while he waited on you to come back. He raised a curious eyebrow once he saw the box in your hand but he didn’t say anything until you were sitting in front of him again.

“Ya know, out of all the things I was expecting you to pull out, a box wasn’t one of them.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder, watching his smile grow wider as he looked at you with so much fondness you could burst.

“It’s what’s inside the box, sweetie.”

“Love the emphasis you put on ‘inside’ there-” he tried to tease you again. You groaned but the smile on your face wasn’t going anywhere.

“Takkie, please just open the box.”

“Fiiiine, but only because you said please and you know how much I love to hear it.” Intak touched the tip of your nose as he finished talking, flustering you even more now.

You watched Intak open the box and peer inside, not daring to breathe while he did so. His face was first showing a hint of confusion before it shifted into curiosity once again. He held up the chain and let it dangle between his fingers. The chain hadn’t been secured with the ends yet, so it simply looked like a normal chain. He almost looked entranced while he watched the light glint off of the silver links.

He placed one end of the chain in one hand and tugged on it with the other some before speaking. “This is a really good, thick material. What made you want to get a new necklace?”

Oh, how you loved your sweet, naive boyfriend.

He pulled on it harder, seemingly impressed. “No, seriously, this is like good shit. You’re gonna look so pretty in this, baby.”

You almost didn’t want to burst his bubble but you knew if you didn’t tell him now you may never have the courage to again.

“Thank you but it’s, uh- it’s not for me.”

Intak’s eyebrows raised again; bless that man and his expressiveness, it was one of your favorite traits about him. 

“It’s for me?” He pointed to himself as he asked. Your heart ached at the cuteness as you nodded.

“Oh, thank you! I do love chains - it’s not exactly my style but since it’s from you I already love it.” Intak leaned forward to give you a kiss, one that had you giggling against his lips.

“What made you want to get me a necklace, though? It’s not my birthday and it’s not an important day for us-” Intak cut himself off as he looked mildly panicked “unless it is and I forgot, fuck, one second.”

Before Intak could dive over to the other side of the bed and grab his phone, you stopped him by wrapping your arms around him.

“Baby, hang on a minute,” you were laughing, feeling as he became less tense at your touch. You were always so happy that you had that effect on him. “It’s not a necklace.”

“It’s not?”

An almost identical conversation to the one you’d both had weeks ago when this idea planted itself in your head and refused to leave. It took root and grew into something that culminated in you researching collars for your pretty boyfriend and, well, here you were now.

“It’s not - it’s actually a collar.”

Intak dropped the chain altogether as he looked at you.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” 

You couldn’t tell from his tone at first how he felt and you started to wonder if you’d maybe made a mistake.

“I-I’m not. I really did get you one- but if you don’t want it, that’s totally ok! We can just forget it ever happened and-”

Intak stopped your rambling by picking the chain up again and placing it in one of your hands. You looked from the chain to his face and, to your relief, he was smiling. Hell, you’d even go so far as to say he was grinning, like he really wanted this.

“I was just surprised, is all. I love it,” he sounded a little more shy than you were used to when it came to him taking a more submissive role. “I don’t know how the fuck to use it, but - you can teach me, yeah?”

You let out a shaky breath, not realizing until then how all this was really affecting you.

“Of course I can, sweetie. Do you- do you want me to put it on you?”

“Please.”

That one word started a fire in you that spread throughout your whole body. It got even worse when Intak suddenly stripped himself of his shirt.

“Sorry, wouldn’t want it to, uh, get caught or anything. At least not on that,” he nodded to the shirt he’d just thrown on the floor. His words didn’t go unnoticed by you and you started to think that maybe he was really looking forward to trying this, too.

You placed the collar around his neck before you chickened out, pulling one end through the loop of the other and letting it fall against his chest once you were done. He looked down at the chain and tugged on the 2 hearts that were now entwined.

“Kinda like us if you think about it, huh?” He gave you a dazzling smile and dear god you were so far gone for this man-

You couldn’t help it anymore as you lunged forward, kissing Intak before he could say anything else to rattle your nerves and turn your brain to mush. You could feel the laughter rumbling through his chest as he held you against him.

“You good?” That was your check in phrase. You had leaned back some to where you were comfortably straddling him and placed your arms around his neck, softly playing with tufts of his hair that you could feel.

“I’m great,” he responded, placing his hands on your hips to stabilize you both. You both had key words you’d established when you were still exploring what you wanted to try earlier on in the relationship, and that was his way of letting you know he was ready.

You pushed Intak to where he was fully laying down, getting more comfortable in his lap. You trailed a hand down his chest and stomach, relishing in the shudder you got from him. You could already feel him getting hard in his shorts and you’d barely just started yet.

“Gonna show me how this works now, or what?” So Intak was choosing to be a brat today.

“I will…if you behave.” You started to tug on one of the hearts, eyes focused on the chain as it started to slide. Intak’s breath hitched.

“I think I can- I can do that.” Intak swallowed audibly, staring at the end of the chain you held in your hand.

Ok maybe he decided against being a brat tonight. Rewarding him, you pulled the chain tighter, just enough until it was almost touching his neck. His eyes widened as he finally understood how it worked.

“Good boy,” you leaned forward to where your face hovered above his. Intak let out a whine, subtly moving his hips. “How does it feel?”

Intak’s body was warm and the chain had to be cold. He didn’t seem to mind it much, but still, you were big on checking on his comfortability.

“Feels-feels nice,” Intak responded but looked like he was struggling to get the words out. Breathing heavy, pupils blown. He already looked fucked out. 

His next request took your breath away.

“Can you…can you make it tighter?”

You placed a light kiss on his lips as you granted his wish, pulling the chain to where it was now snug against his neck. Intak moaned into your mouth, and when you pulled away you saw him with his eyes closed and brows upturned. When he opened them again, his eyes were half-lidded, full of a desire that mirrored your own.

“Fuck.” He spoke softly, almost like the word came out without his permission. His grip on your hips was almost bruising.

Another gentle tug had his hands pulling at the edge of your shirt instead as he tried not to squirm. “Off. Please.”

You didn’t want to tease the boy too much, at least not to start with. You pulled back to discard your shirt and immediately Intak was on you.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. Since you’d dropped the chain, the collar had loosened some with his movement. His mouth found your neck and he started trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. His hands splayed out against your back, once again gripping you like he was afraid to let you go.

You could feel the coolness of the chain against your own skin now, making you shiver in his hold. Intak responded by grinding up against you, biting right above your collarbone. You let out a gasp, hands flying to his hair to hold him there.

“Need you,” he mumbled the words against your skin. “Want you.”

Note to self: collaring Intak made him much more needy. You were thrilled to learn this and would absolutely use it to your advantage.

“You have me, baby,” you tilted his chin up so he would look at you. His lips were split-slick, shiny as his tongue darted out to lick them.

“Or did you want something else? I can’t read your mind, you know.” Your voice held the smallest hint of derision, another sign that you were slipping into your own persona for what was to come.

“I don’t know,” the words came out fast, “Just need you.”

You tsk-tsk-tsked at him. “You can do better than that, baby. Do you want me here,” you touched his lips, suppressing a chuckle at how he instantly opened his mouth like it was a Pavlovian response.

“Or here,” you lightly brushed against one of his nipples, making him tense up underneath you. He sucked in a breath, waiting to see what else you would do.

“Or do you need me here,” you ground down right on top of where his cock was nestled underneath you, still trapped in his shorts. 

“Ah-,” Intak’s hands fell to your hips again and he tried to meet you in the middle. You stopped yourself by placing a hand on his stomach, waiting patiently for him to stop thrusting.

“As pretty as you sound, that’s not an answer. You wanna try again?”

Voice dripping with saccharine, you tried to coax him into answering you again. This time with words, and not just his body.

“Here, please,” he thrusted again as he emphasized his words. 

The begging sounded so sweet, like music to your ears. You planted one last kiss on his lips before you started to move down the bed.

“I’m gonna take your shorts off now, baby, ok? You good?”

Intak’s bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he nodded. Knowing that wouldn’t be enough, he followed up with “Great, I’m great.”

At his go ahead you removed his shorts, now met with the sight of his black briefs he wore. A very obvious tent was right in front of your face. You wanted to give him a little relief, so you palmed him.

Intak’s reaction was immediate, his thighs tensing as he let out a groan. He’d always been sensitive, but never this sensitive.

Fuck, why hadn’t you ever thought about a collar before? This shit was a real game changer.

“Can I take these off, too?” You kept palming him as you asked, enjoying how hard he was trying to not move.

“Please, yeah.” He sounded breathless, the top of his chest now flushed the same pretty color like his face.

You decided not to torture him any more for now. You got rid of his boxers and immediately wrapped your hand around his cock once it was free. Without teasing him, you dove straight in, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could in one go.

“Oh fuck!” Intak’s hands flew to your hair, pulling it up out of habit so it was away from your face before he started pulling on it.

You made a choked sound, causing vibrations to stimulate him even further. He was already twitching in your mouth - you couldn’t believe he was this close already.

You kept up your technique for a bit - sucking what you could fit, using your hand for what you couldn’t fit, and alternating between slow licks and hollowing out your cheeks as you sped up. Intak’s noises were driving you insane, especially the little ah, ah, ahs that he kept pushing out.

After a bit, however, you started to notice that the noises were coming more frequently than they usually did whenever you blew him, and your curiosity got the better of you. Your hand resumed its pace once you let him fall out of your mouth, looking up to see what was causing him to moan so unabashedly like that.

The sight took your breath away and if you hadn’t been soaked before you would’ve been now.

Intak had one hand in between his collar and neck while the other pulled on the end of the chain tight. He was so overwhelmed from everything you were doing and his pulling on the chain that he was much closer than you’d realized.

You’d been so gone yourself that you didn’t even notice when his hands disappeared from your hair.

“Baby,” you cooed at him, your hand speed a big contrast from how you were talking. Your voice had an instant effect on him as well, it seemed, making him instinctively pull tighter on the chain. “You gonna cum for me so soon?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Intak tried to swallow down another moan so he could answer you properly, but he failed miserably. “Don’t-don’t want to y-yet.”

“So that’s a no,” you teased him, giving his head a kitten lick just to see him flinch. “Aw, but you always look so pretty when you cum for me.”

“Shit,” Intak cried out. “You’re making it really fucking hard not to right now, ah-”

“I know, I’m so mean when you’re being so good.” You took him into your mouth again, sinking all the way down until you felt him in your throat. Intak thrusted out of reflex, making you gag but you held yourself there, wanting him to get the most out of it.

“Baby, fuck,” Intak sounded like he was barely holding it together. “Stop, please- can’t take much more.”

“So you don’t wanna cum?”

Intak whined, sounding so frustrated. “No, I do. But I want to do it with you.”

“Hmm…” you pretended to think it over, your hand still wrapped around him as he continued to twitch in your hold. “I think we can make that work.”

“Thank fuck,” Intak sighed out as you pulled yourself away from him to give him a little break.

You rid yourself of whatever clothes you had left and settled yourself on his lap again. His thumbs traced soothing circles above your hip bones as you got situated, his dick once again underneath you but without the extra layers this time.

“How do you want to do this?” You were giving him the choice, he’d been so good, so sweet for you tonight and he deserved it. “Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”

“Ha, o-ok. Uh,” Intak looked into your eyes and gave you a crooked smile, eyes hazy with lust that had yet to spill over. “Can you ride me?”

“Yeah? That what you want?” You started to sit up so you could position yourself on top of him. With how wet you were, you knew he’d immediately be able to slide in, no problem. It might take a second but you’d get him to fit. You always did.

“Yeah, want that. Need that,” he answered, gasping as he felt your hovering over him, his tip starting to get wet. “You good?”

He asked you this time, and it made your stomach flutter. “I’m great, baby. More than great.”

“Good,” his smile widened, “Me too.” 

You started to lower yourself down, the stretch somewhat painful but still very welcomed. Intak was breathing hard, looking at where your bodies were connected, focused on you taking him in. When he finally bottomed out, you both let out a sigh of pleasure. 

Before either of you could start moving, you noticed that Intak’s fingers were dancing along your sides up and down your ribcage - a habit that you knew he did when he was nervous.

“Takkie?” You didn’t think he was suddenly not into this anymore, but you had to check. You always had to. “You good?”

“Great, baby, I’m great. Don’t worry. I, just, uh-” he couldn’t look you in the eyes, another habit he had when he was nervous. He found eye contact to be hard generally, unless it was with you, so you knew something had to be up.

“You what?”

“Can I ask for one more thing?” He finally looked at your face again, eyes now set with determination.

“Yes?” You phrased it like a question, but nodded anyway for reassurance.

“Can you,” he took a breath, “ Fuck, ok. Can you pull on my collar while you ride me?”

You’d never heard a hotter sentence in your life, holy fuck.

“Fuck, yes, baby, I can do that. And I won’t even make you say please,” you teased him, moving your hips around in a circle just to feel him shudder.

“I’ll say it anyway because I really fucking want it-” you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“You don’t have to say please - you know why?”

Intak shook his head, but his eyes were no longer lidded when he felt you pick up the end of the chain.

You tugged on it the same way as you’d started, to where the chain slid just enough to meet his neck but not be pulled taut against him. You leaned forward, chest meeting his own, lips just above his as you looked into his eyes.

“Because,” you pulled the chain tight, aware of how tight it was to still be careful, but tight enough to get your point across. The gasp he let out had you clenching around him.

“There’s no need for more begging when you already sound so lovely like this.”

Intak couldn’t even think of a way to respond before you were picking yourself up only to drop back down a moment later. You set a fast pace from the jump, something you knew both of you liked and craved when you were together like this.

What made tonight different, however, was by the time you actually started riding him, you were already close to falling apart and didn’t even fucking realize it until it was too late. All of your teasing him had affected you just as much, it seemed, and praises couldn’t stop falling from your lips.

“Fuck, my good boy, you’re doing so perfect for me. Pretty little noises, ah- perfect fucking cock.” Intak’s grip on you was strong and kept getting stronger with each word. You’d definitely have some marks tomorrow - just how you liked it.

After a little bit, Intak was helping you by meeting you halfway before you let him take the lead. He was slamming into you so hard that you were almost afraid you’d fall off, if not for the hold he had on you. How he was managing that while also whining and near tears was beyond you, but you knew he looked fucking gorgeous while he was.

As you were admiring the love of your life, Intak’s hand was suddenly in your line of vision as he grabbed the hand you were holding the chain with. Your brain registered it almost a little too late and you resisted him trying to pull it tighter.

“Please-”

“Baby, I’m sorry, it’s already too tight. Need you with me, yeah?” Your tone was soothing - you knew what he wanted but couldn’t give it to him, and as much as you hated that, being safe was so important.

He shook his head, still tugging on your hand but a little lighter this time. “Don’t need tighter,” he moaned, “need to see.”

“See what, baby?”

Intak moved your hand to where it was now in his line of vision.

“Want to see you holding it. Want to see you in control.” He broke off with a groan, twitching inside of you at a particularly harsh thrust. “Want to see how I’m tethered to you.”

You couldn’t even warn him before you were cumming, his words enough to push you over that edge. As you were clenching around him, you wound the chain tighter around your hand where he could see it without pulling it tighter against his neck.

“C’mon, baby,” you tried for him, out of breath and overly sensitive but you needed to get him there with you - however long it took.

“Wanna see you fall apart for me. You’ve been so good, always feel so good for me, go ahead and let go-”

“Fuck, I love you, fuck!” Intak’s head fell back harder against the pillow as he came, pulling you forward with the collar. You had just enough of your wits about you to slacken your grip, letting him fall without restricting him too much.

The feeling of him releasing inside of you had you shuddering all over again, sensitivity spiking but still not wanting it to end. These moments where you were just there together, entangled in each other as you let your bodies take over - these were among some of the moments you cherished most with your favorite person.

The come down was always a little hard because neither of you wanted to pull away. You pulled the chain away from his neck so the ends were almost touching again before you laid on top of Intak. You could feel him soften inside of you as he rubbed your back, no words shared between you two in the moment because there didn’t need to be. You listened to his heartbeat as it evened out, no longer beating frantically like yours had also been moments prior.

“I love you, too, just so you know.” You finally broke the silence, Intak’s chuckling moving you along with him.

“I know, baby. Trust me,” Intak placed a kiss on top of your head. “If I know one thing in life, it’s that.”

“Damn, put a collar on you one time and you get all sappy afterwards.” You could almost see him rolling his eyes at your comment even though there was no way for you to see his face right now.

“As if I don’t sometimes get sentimental after sex.” He was patting your head now, letting his fingers sift through your hair. “That’s usually your role, though, so you may be onto something there.”

You made a half-hearted attempt at a scoff before deciding it wasn’t worth it, smiling as you heard him laugh. You closed your eyes, cheek still against his chest while you slowly started to drift off.

“Hey, love?”

“Hm,” you answered.

“Thank you,” another kiss on top of your head. “Your surprise was a good choice.”

You lifted your head so you could look at him, adoring the lazy smile painted on his face.

“You into collars now, sweetie?” You were referring back to what you’d asked him that kickstarted this whole thing.

His answer this time, however, was different.

“Fuck yeah I am. But only for you.”

thank you for reading! 💙

[yummyyumberries]

intak in a collar 😨😨 i’m actually dying

[strawberry-seob]

Good Boy ☆ kjs

💜DAY 6: discipline with kim jongseob

💜wc: 2.6k

💜genre/pairings: dom!reader x sub!jongseob, bdsm, SMUT, MDNI

💜warnings: discipline, strap-on sex, bottom!jongseob, top!reader, slapping (consensual), strap-on blowjob, strap-on facefucking, spanking, mommy kink, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, begging, slight orgasm delay, aftercare

💜a/n: day 6 of piwontober 2024 has arrived! special thanks to @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting and organizing such a fun kinktober fanfic writing event. this fic will also be cross-posted to my ao3 account here. also, if you're interested in more of this reader x jongseob dynamic, check out my ao3 fic "Who's Your [Redacted]?" - which is still in progress on ao3 but will be cross-posted to this account once finished.

“Mommy, please… I’m sorry,” Jongseob whined, his beautiful deep brown eyes staring up at you, pleading for mercy. 

You looked down at him and took in the beautiful sight before you: the man on his knees wearing nothing but a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, wrists bound behind his back, and tears starting to wet the corners of his eyes. 

You smirked down at him affectionately, but without mercy, as you pushed his two-tone honey blonde and brown hair out of his face so you could get a better look at him. His cheeks were flushed, decorated with subtle freckles from the time he’d spent out in the sun this summer. Now that the season was coming to a close, they’d probably go back into hiding until the following year. 

“You know what you did, sweetie,” you said with a mock in your tone.

“I know, but–”

Slap!

The sound of your open palm striking his face rang out in the otherwise quiet room. This was the one part of your dynamic that always had you on the fence, always worrying that it would be too much, that you would actually hurt him, and just like always, you had a moment of regret, seeing his face scrunch up in pain and a tear slip out of one of his eyes. 

However, looking down, you saw a conspicuous hardness beginning to strain against the thin gray fabric of his underwear, a small dark spot already appearing. And you were reminded once again, how much he loved being punished.

The reasons for his punishments were always a little vague, and although you were happy to oblige in his penchant for being disciplined, it turned you on the most to see him begin to act bratty because you knew he was trying to get on your nerves so that he’d have to pay for it later. Sometimes he’d start ignoring you, or he’d just start acting rude for no reason, anything to get you to start scolding him, and when he would be really stubborn in response for no reason, that’s when you knew. You knew he craved being put in his place. Pushed to his knees. Taught a lesson.

This time, it was because he’d been rude to you when you asked him for a favor. Next time, it would be something equally mundane. 

So that’s why, when you noted the tear slipping down his face in the same moment that you noticed his hardening cock, you knew that you needed to keep going. With your right hand, you grabbed his chin and yanked it back towards you, forcing him to look up at you again. His lips in a pout, he muttered, “I said I was sorry.” You scoffed in response.

“Prove it, then. Prove how sorry you are,” you said, and with your left hand, smacked the other side of his face with the dark purple dildo that was attached to the harness strapped to your hips. 

“O-okay, I’ll do anything,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut and wincing from the force of the dildo before you brought your right hand up to his mouth and swiped your thumb over his bottom lip slowly.

You felt drunk on power, seeing the way he melted under your touch, and the fact that there was so little he wouldn’t do for you in this headspace. He looked up at you and you shared a moment of tender eye contact with him before pushing your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Without hesitation he closed his lips around it and began to suck, his tongue soft, pliable, and impossibly wet against your skin. 

He maintained stubborn eye contact with you and you felt the blood rush to the junction between your legs. Your nipples hardened against the lining of your bra and you tried to keep it together, but he was making it more and more difficult. 

You pulled your thumb away abruptly and he leaned forward as if to chase it, letting out a quiet whine. 

You didn’t give him a chance to recover before replacing your thumb with the dildo strapped to your hips. He moaned around it, brows pressed together in effort, and sighed out of his nose as you began to thrust into his mouth. 

With one hand gripped in his hair, and the other hand on the dildo, he was completely at your mercy, and he already looked absolutely pitiful. Your relentless thrusts hitting the back of his throat had him gagging repeatedly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, but you could see in his eyes how fucked out he already was, could see from the expanding dark spot in his underwear how badly he was enjoying being ruined.

“Look at my good boy, taking mommy’s cock so well,” you crooned, and he closed his eyes as you brushed your fingers gently through his hair, the dildo still thrusting in and out of his mouth, a little more slowly now, his lips swollen and wet by this point.

The sounds he was making were diabolical, the noises of his shameless moaning around the strap-on making your legs weak, distracting you. You tightened your hand in his hair and yanked his head back, slipping the dildo out of his mouth. He let out a series of wet coughs, saliva coating his lips and more tears starting to slip from the corners of his eyes.

Once he’d finished coughing, you cupped the side of his face and he leaned into your touch, struggling to catch his breath, his eyes fluttering closed. 

“I think that’s been enough punishment for today. Are you ready for me to take care of you, my sweet angel?”

“Yes. Please, I promise I’ll be good,” he begged, and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was.

“Stand up,” you ordered, and he obliged immediately. His nipples jutted out from the soft swell of his chest, hardening in the cool air of the room, and his tender knees were red from kneeling on the rough carpet. His hands were still bound behind him, so he was truly at your mercy.

You ran your fingers along the waistband of his underwear teasingly, eliciting a shudder from him, but otherwise he stayed quiet and still, his abs tensing lightly from the brush of your fingertips.

You pulled them down his narrow hips, letting them drop to the floor as his now full erection bounced lewdly once you’d freed it. You placed a hand on his hip and guided him towards your hips as you gently stroked his velvety length against the purple silicone cock attached to your hips, still wet with his saliva. He gasped quietly, biting down on his lip from your too-light touch. 

You did this only for a few brief moments before releasing him and ordered him onto the bed, ass up. He crawled onto the mattress obediently, hands still behind his back, and your heart softened at the way he struggled to get into position in his bound state. You grabbed the restraints on his wrists and began to undo them, causing him to turn his head and look at you, confusion coloring his features.

“I’m going to take these off, but only if you keep your hands to yourself. Do you understand?” you asked firmly, and he nodded, the side of his face pressed into the bed uncomfortably. 

Slap!

Your hand stung from how hard you’d smacked his ass, and he winced in pain but kept his arms up by his head, supporting himself on his elbows. “I’m sorry, y-yes mommy. I won’t touch myself. I promise I won’t,” he said quickly, voice strained, panting into the pillow that he’d grabbed for support.

You rubbed the red mark that had begun to bloom on his ass, soothing away the ache, before slapping it again, eliciting a muffled whimper from him. “Sorry,” you said, “I know I said your punishment was finished, but I just can’t help myself.” 

You stared at the way his tiny asshole fluttered as you brushed a finger across it gently.

“It’s okay,” he breathed, turning to look back at you for a brief moment. “I can take it.”

“Oh, I know you can,” you soothed, bending down to grab an ass cheek and press your finger more firmly against his opening. Teasing. Torturing. Until you just couldn’t help yourself anymore and leaned in to lick a hot strip of saliva against his hole, taking him off guard completely as he gasped loudly. 

This was your favorite part. You weren’t sure how balanced it was if you ‘rewarded’ him for being disciplined, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. That part was for him, and this part was for you.

You prodded at his asshole with your middle finger, massaging the soft, puckered flesh, and even though you hadn’t quite planned it to go this way, you removed your finger to begin licking against him again. He moaned shamelessly, burying his head in the pillow, and you could tell how much he had to restrain himself from pushing his ass back into your face. You spread his small cheeks as wide as they would go, your face soaking wet with saliva, and buried your face in him. You were addicted to his noises, his smell, the texture of his skin; you felt drunk, and couldn’t get enough.

Pulling away and eliciting a whine from him that had you slapping the sore spot on his ass once again – which shut him up immediately – you reached over to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and covered your fingers generously with the thick substance. You’d recently opted for an oil-based lubricant so you didn’t have to keep reapplying it, and it had made a world of difference. After all, Jongseob hated being interrupted when you were fucking him.

After warming it up in your hands, you massaged it against his opening, and he hummed contentedly when you pressed a finger inside him, sliding it slowly but steadily until you were past the second knuckle and could begin to slowly pump in and out of him. After a few minutes of getting him warmed up, you added a second finger, and eventually a third. By this time, his breathing was coming out ragged and he already sounded wrecked. 

He gasped at the loss of contact when you removed your fingers and began to liberally smear lube along the strap-on, coating it thoroughly before lining it up against his hole and pressing into him slowly. 

He moaned loudly into the pillow as you slid inside, pausing as you bottomed out. You wished there were no barriers between your skin and his, the straps of the harness cutting into your skin mildly, but you had to work with what your biology allowed. It wasn’t enough, but it was good enough.

“You ready, baby?” you asked, holding yourself still and rubbing the soft skin of his lower back soothingly. 

“Yes, mommy. Please fuck me. Please, I’ve been so good, I need your cock,” he begged, and you gave in to his pleas, pulling out and snapping your hips back against his ass, causing him to cry out and grip the pillow tightly. You held onto his hip with one hand and braced yourself on the bed with the other, rolling your hips into him with increasing speed. Although you wished that there was sensation in the dildo so you could feel yourself inside him, the action still made your groin throb with pleasure nonetheless.

You pulled out of him and he whimpered from the sensation as you flipped him easily onto his back and pushed him further up the bed so that you could kneel on it in front of him. You pushed his legs apart and lined up the dildo against him again, taking no time sinking back into him. You looked at his face while you did it, wanting to see the way it affected him, craving the sight of him falling apart under you, filled up and overwhelmed.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows furrowed together and his cute nose was slightly scrunched up. You pushed his bangs out of his face to see him more clearly and could feel the dampness in his hair, the heat radiating from his blushing skin. His wet lips were slightly parted and he opened his eyes to look at you. He looked like he could burst out crying at any moment, his petite, flushed cock swollen and bouncing against his stomach.

“Will you kiss me? Please?” he asked so politely that in that moment you’d have rather died than deny him. You pulled back and thrust back into him slowly as you leaned down to capture his lips with yours. He exhaled a warm sigh through his nose against your face and whimpered against your mouth as you began moving in and out of him again, increasing your speed gradually as his tongue entered your mouth, hot, wet, and hungry.

As you pulled away from the intense kiss, you hooked an arm under each of his legs to spread him apart even further, deepening your access to him. With each of your hands braced on the bed, you began fucking into him relentlessly, snapping your hips at an angle that had him throwing his head back, his eyes becoming wet with tears once again. 

His breathing became labored and his chest was red and splotchy, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that looked good enough to lick off of him. His breathy moans started to come out in little gasps and he opened his eyes to look up at you, expression panicky and distraught.

“Mommy, I’m–”

“Not yet. Be good for me and wait, or else,” you managed to order between breaths, your own breathing becoming labored with effort. 

“I—fuck, okay. Okay,” he whined out, and you couldn’t help smiling at his desperation. After continuing to fuck into him until he was a babbling mess, his cock leaking relentlessly, you conceded, unable to deny him any longer.

“Okay my sweet boy,” you said at long last. “Come for me.”

He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his cock and only pumping it a few times before he made a mess all over himself, sticky white cum spurting all over his stomach and chest.

You continued thrusting but slowed to a very gradual stop, letting him ride out his orgasm but trying not to overstimulate him too much. He moaned quietly as you pulled out of him and removed the harness, rushing to the bathroom to grab a warm wet towel and a glass of water. 

When you returned to the bedroom he was limp on the bed, just an absolute mess, eyes closed, chest rising and falling dramatically, a dopey fucked-out smile on his face. You paused to take in the sight of him, smiling ear to ear and heart aching at the sight. He had a tendency to have that effect on you. 

After wiping up the mess on his stomach, you crawled into bed with him and gathered him into your arms. He buried his head in your chest and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, peppering the top of his head with gentle kisses. 

“So good for me,” you whispered repeatedly, and he hummed into your skin, tightening his arms around your body. 

You found yourself guiltily looking forward to the next time he ‘got in trouble.’ This would just never get old.