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Hello, my loves!

October was a whirlwind but kinktober is done!

Welcome to everyone who followed me over the month too, so many new people, it means so much to have such a following now!

I’m gonna be taking it slow over the next few weeks to avoid any burnout, work is hectic and I have a lot going on in my personal life too, but I’ve still got requests in queue and a few writings of my own that I am working on too!

But anyway, talk to me! I want to know what your favourite kinktober story was this year and why! My asks are open, and my dms are too if you’d prefer!

Love you all!

Signed, Kai.

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Kinktober Day 31

Aftercare - Hanbin

!dom Hanbin

Hanbin had been extremely rough tonight. You liked that, you definitely did, but it wasn’t something that you were used to. He had thrown you around, forced you down, spanked and choked you. He had degraded, objectified, and used you for his own pleasure. Your hair was almost torn from your scalp when he gripped to it, forcing his cock down your throat as he fucked into your mouth. You were battered, bruised, all consensually of course, totally destroyed in a way that you never had been before. Your mind was blank, your body broken, when Hanbin finally released for you, streams of cum shooting from his cock to cover your already dirty body.

“Come here,” He urges you, helping you sit up, “You did so well, my love.” You lean on him for support, resting your head on his chest, right next to the tattoos there, unable to hold yourself up. He caresses your arm before moving upwards to gently touch your neck. You hiss as he touches the raw skin, so sensitive and sore from him choking you out, you swear there was a point there where you lost consciousness completely, and Hanbin pulls back, his brows furrowed with worry.

“I went really hard on you, didn’t I?” He asks rhetorically, tilting his head to inspect the fingermarks on your skin, “You’re so brave.”

As harsh as he was during, he makes up for that afterwards. He is so soft and sweet to you now, wanting to assure and reassure you that he cares and loves and respects and cherishes you, and would never want you to think differently. He gently massages your neck, despite your whimpers and cries, you know that this will help clear your airways and soothe the muscle pain that you undoubtedly will get anyway, at least this will lessen it.

“I’m okay,” You mumble, although you’re not quite sure if you are, still shaking every time he touches you, “I’ll be okay.” Hanbin gently turns your face towards him so that he can press a soft kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek to keep you still, a subtle attempt to calm your racing heart as he wipes away the stray tears that fall, “I love you,” He confesses for the millionth time, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” You reply easily, using the little strength that you have left to hold him too, arms over his shoulders and hands clasped behind his neck, “I’ll always love you.”

Before you can protest, Hanbin pulls you onto his lap and shuffles the both of you over to the edge of the bed. There he stands, easily carrying you in his arms, he is so strong, no wonder it is so easy for him to throw you around the way that he did while he fucked you, he takes you out of the bedroom and walks in the direction of the bathroom.

“I should treat you,” Hanbin explains his purpose, “Would you let me run you a bath?”

If your cheeks weren’t already red from him slapping you across the face, they would be red right now, blood flowing to them and causing you to blush. It is overwhelming, the contrast between the hard dominant man that Hanbin was when he fucked you, to the soft, giving, angelic man that he is outside of that space. You wouldn’t change it for the world, the contrast is something that you love so much, appreciating and obsessed with both sides of Hanbin, thankful that you get to see and experience them both.

“I’d love that,” You nod at him, “Thank you, Bin-ah.”

Hanbin smiles at you, showing off his pretty cat-whisker dimples as he places you down onto the bath mat so that he can start preparing the tub for you. He pours in a healthy amount of bubble mixture as the water runs, steam forming in the air as the bath fills up. Soon he helps you up onto your feet, holding your hands to keep you steady as you step in. The water is hot, but not scalding, exactly what you need to relax your mind and your muscles, slowly sinking down into the warmth, humming contentedly as you get comfortable.

You feel yourself beginning to drift off, the sweet lavender aroma of the bath oil relaxing you as Hanbin helps to wash your hair, continuing to be gentle and slow so that you are alert to his movements and can prepare yourself for them too. He continues also to praise you, to pay attention to your body and how your breathing goes from staggered to slow. Hanbin makes sure that you feel supported, helping you hold the glass of water that he got for you so that you could replace some of your lost hydration. He feeds you strawberries, your favourite, to give you the sugar rush you need to bring back enough of your energy to get yourself out of the bath when the water starts to cool.

“Let me dry you,” Hanbin insists, much to your protests, exaggerated, you really did want him to do this, “That’s better, love, thank you.”

Once you are dry, Hanbin lathers your clean skin in lotion, massaging it in slowly to make sure that it all absorbs. He leaves you in the bathroom while your skin dries, leaning back against the counter as you start to tire again. He returns to you less than ten minutes later with an earnest smile on his face, “Come with me,” He offers, “You need to rest now.”

You return to the bedroom to see that Hanbin has changed the bedsheets, wow, he did that so fast, and has laid out a fresh set of pyjamas for you to wear. He helps you into them, it is so hard to walk, to stand, god, tomorrow will be agony, and then lifts up the quilt for you to crawl into bed. He tucks you in before walking around to the other side where he joins you, making room for you as he rolls onto his side, patting the mattress to urge you closer.

“Rest now, baby,” He murmurs, pressing another kiss to your temple, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Kinktober Day 30

Caged - Sehun

!sub Sehun

Holding the set of keys up in front of his face, Sehun whines and stamps his feet, lips pouted and eyes wide, pleading, lost and confused. You laugh at him, teasing and taunting you eye his body up and down, pausing momentarily to stare at the contraption that the keys in your hand are for.

“Please, baby,” Sehun whimpers, “It hurts, let me go.”

You kneel down to get a closer look, his cock is red and sensitive from being caged up for so long. You have made this worse for him by repeatedly teasing, turning him on even though he cannot get hard, and though he complains, you know that he likes it. He loves being controlled by you, loves being told what to do and when to do it. You had already made him go down on you, reaching orgasm with his tongue alone now multiple times, and then onto his fingers, letting him work your body, wanting to prove himself to you, although you know how good he is, in hopes of winning you over and being freed from the cage.

“How long has it been, Sehun-ah?” You ask, tapping the cage lightly with your fingertips, causing Sehun to cry out as a couple of droplets of pre-cum bead at the tip.

Sehun glances down at you, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again to wipe at the tears forming in the corners. He is broken, in the best way, it was both your goal and his, to have him so submissive that he would do anything to get some relief, the friction from the metal against his twitching cock is too much for him to handle anymore. You know that you should reward him, he deserves it after all of his hard work, and after lasting so long without asking, but you are sick, twisted, and enjoying this all a bit too much.

“Hours, baby,” He mumbles, words a little slurred through his pain, “I can’t do it, please, please can you take it off now?”

You sigh, letting the keys jangle in your hand for a moment, pretending to ponder, though Sehun is fully crying now, and it is breaking you too. You at least try to be gentle as you take the keys to the lock on the cage, but the slight movement has Sehun fall to his knees in front of you, close to collapsing as you free him, begging and pleading for the pain to stop.

Did you push him too far this time?

Your question is answered, no, when you see him harden instantly, his body rocking with his cries as you move the metal cage away out of reach, not to be used again, until he asks for it, of course, or deserves it. You help him sit up on the floor and he rests his back against the bed behind him, his eyes are glassy and red, swollen from crying, he needs you.

“Oh, my love,” You coo as you wrap your hand around his shaft, attempting to soothe him as he practically screams at the gentle touch, “It’s okay, I’ll go slowly.”

Sehun’s breaths are shaky, feet kicking as he tries to succumb to pleasure and get past the intense pain he is in, though that turns him on too, even if he hasn’t admitted that to you yet, you treat him well, checking in and praising him for being so good, so brave, for taking his punishments and making it through without becoming a brat again.

“Want more,” He whines, “Fuck me, please. I want to feel you on my cock.”

You had been waiting for this, and despite already reaching climax so many times tonight, you would not turn down this chance. His cock is huge, dwarfing your hand wrapped around it, and even after years you still had to get used to the stretch. Thankful for the earlier preparation though, this time you are able to straddle him, easily lifting up to take him inside. Again, you do this slowly, inch by inch letting him fill you up until you can’t take anymore, and Sehun is shaking underneath you in a mix of both pain and pleasure.

It is tempting to ride him hard and fast, as you would usually, but considering the torture you inflicted to him and to his cock, you play nice, fucking him slow and sensually, knowing that he won’t last long anyway, you want to make the most of it. You roll your hips every time he fills you up, kissing him softly as you wipe away his tears, trying to calm him down and get him where he so desperately needs to be.

“Is that better, Sehun?” You ask, despite knowing the answer, “Tell me how good it feels.”

Sehun finds some strength as he gets more used to the feeling, soon lifting himself up a little to meet every one of your thrusts, holding your hips to make this easier for you, cries softening to moans as pleasure begins to overpower him.

“So fucking good,” He nods earnestly, moaning louder as you kiss his neck, finding the most sensitive spot, still marked by you from your last encounter, “God, thank you, for always doing this for me, I’m so lucky.” He isn’t far off now, and neither are you, and you are sure that he is less pained, so you speed up your movements. Bouncing on his cock, leaning back so that he can watch you as well, watch the way that he fills you up completely.

“You are lucky,” You agree, as your body begins to seize, “Oh god, Sehun, cum for me, be good, please honey.”

With permission he gets there easily, filthy cries of your name are all that he can muster as you fuck him through it, again reaching your own only moments later. The sensitivity hits you both now, barely coping for another minute before you have to stop, oversensitive, stimulated, and fucking grateful to have him to do this to.

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Kinktober Day 29

Dollification/Objectification - Yuta

!dom Yuta

“How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?”

Yuta places one hand over your mouth to shut you up, while the other is three fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you out in preparation for him. Your relationship was purely physical, the attraction you shared was intense, fiery, a perfect representation of who you both were as people. Nights like this aren’t new to you, often called or visited in the early hours of the morning, drunk or sober, always horny.

After a long makeout session in the entryway of your apartment, you were both naked, and you were growing more desperate and more… submissive by the second. Yuta had so much power over you, both physically and mentally, he knew how to command you, and how to transform you into exactly what he wanted.

You want to apologise, but remember his request, so instead you just continue to stare at him, attempting a blank expression although this is hard as he thrusts his fingers in particularly hard. It is demeaning to be laying under him like this, unmoving and unresponsive, but Yuta loves it, so by default, you love it too. He is hard, and you feel it with every grind into you, every second closer to having his cock, and holy shit, you need it.

You hope that your eyes are pleading, as words don’t leave your lips, and it takes every ounce of strength you have to hold yourself together as you cum around his fingers, your body shakes and you bite down on your lip so hard that it starts to bleed. Yuta groans at the sight of you, he can see just how much you are struggling and it turns him on tenfold.

He pulls you through your first orgasm, and then takes his hand to his cock, stroking himself slick with your arousal, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment before focusing again, finding your entrance to tease at it with just the tip of his cock before slowly sliding in.

“You’re so much better like this,” He moans, “My toy to play with, to fuck whenever I want.”

Yuta starts off fast, not caring that you are barely through your orgasm, already oversensitive, he moves his hand from your mouth only so that you can breathe better, but you still had better not make a sound.

“My doll,” He teases you, “You fit me perfectly, you were made for me, weren’t you?”

He doesn’t want an answer, though you almost forget that, opening your mouth before shutting it again quickly when you see his expression change. As hard as you try, even with your mouth shut, muffled moans escape you as he fucks harder, faster, god, it feels so fucking good. Being used by him like this turns you on almost as much as it does for him. Soon though, he tires of the position, and pulls out of you to then flip you over onto your stomach, spreading your legs to fit between them, he guides your knees up so that your ass sticks out, perfecting the angle to thrust into you once more.

You bite your hand now to try and stay silent, fists balled in the sheets while you take what Yuta gives, his cock deep inside you, body rocking with the force of his thrusts. His black painted nails dig into your hips as he pulls you back to meet him with every thrust, with each second it proves harder and harder to stay quiet.

“You’re nothing more than a hole for me,” Yuta growls, and you let out a gasp at the harshness of his words, “But you know that, don’t you? You like being filled, it’s all you know how to do.”

You can feel yourself begin to tense, both from the objectifying words that Yuta spits at you, and from the way that his cock makes you feel. You let your head roll to the side, giving yourself the freedom to stare at Yuta over your shoulder, smiling slightly as he catches your eye, tilting his head in another warning, though you can tell he doesn’t mind so much anymore, not when he has had you quiet for so long, and not when he is so close to finishing.

An exceptionally hard thrust has you cry out, breaking the silence, and Yuta groans in desire at the sound, now chasing that as well as his release, begging you to let go, telling you to no longer be quiet, but again to remember that you are purely there for his pleasure, his enjoyment, and right now the source of that enjoyment is the pitiful cries that leave you.

You are screaming his name as you cum on his cock this time, clenching around him with force to bring him closer to his own high. It doesn’t take much longer, just some pleading from you, further whimpers and cries, pushing back into him as he thrusts into you is all that is needed to have him fall apart too, cock twitching inside you as he releases in hot bursts. The warmth is a familiar feeling, so used to it now after the many times he has done this exact same thing. He fucks you until he runs dry, no more left to give and he pulls out before moving off you and rolling onto his back on the mattress to your left.

His chest heaves as he comes down from his euphoria, pulling you closer to him to relax together, he brushes his red hair back off his forehead and then leans forward to press a kiss to yours. You know that he won’t be here for long, he never stays the night, and you don’t particularly want him to, but for now, this is nice, and welcomed after being so dehumanised and defiled.

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Kinktober Day 28

Car Sex - Luhan

!sub Luhan

One thing that you really loved about Luhan, is that he was so easy to work up. No matter the time or place, you always found a way. Tonight, the situation was made for that.

It is dark out, and Luhan has been driving for hours. You are on a road trip, and this is one of the first long-haul trips you have done thus far. Skipping town, and avoiding the price of a hotel room, you are taking turns behind the wheel whenever the other gets tired. Luhan is stubborn though, and apart from a couple rest breaks to use the bathroom and stretch your legs, you have been on the road for close to ten hours now. You know that he should sleep, but convincing him to pull over so that you can swap out is proving difficult.

You do what you know best, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh, noticing the way that he tenses up straight away. You pretend to pay no mind, letting your hand roam a little upwards, now seeing his jaw clench, the shadows cast by the infrequent streetlights accentuating the sharp angle. It has been so long since you have seen another car on the road, only more of a reason to pull over, no risk of being hit as you get out to swap who is sitting where.

Luhan tries his hardest, which isn’t nearly as much effort as you would put in, to resist, even as your hands move higher, fingers digging into his hips, hand slipping between his thighs, pretending not to feel his cock as it hardens quickly without you even properly touching it yet. His breath catches in his throat when you lay your palm flat, pressing down on his length, and he glances over at you quickly before again attempting to focus on the road ahead.

“Baobei,” He gasps, his words are strained, “I’m driving… please, I need to focus.”

You giggle at this, unbuckling your seatbelt, not caring about the road laws, you lean over the centre console to press a kiss to his cheek as you find the waistband of his tracksuit pants to slip a hand underneath. You don’t want to risk his vision of the road, so kiss away from his eyes and to his ear instead, nibbling his earlobe gently if only to hear the pathetic whimper that leaves him. He is growing impatient, although still headstrong, you know that it won’t be difficult to break that.

“Come on, Lulu,” You whisper into his ear, feeling him tense up again just as your fingers graze his cock, “Pull over, please?”

Luhan shakes his head, trying to compose himself, “We are only halfway there.”

You wrap your hand around his length now, just as you lick a stripe down his neck. Gently stroking his cock, urging him with your words and your actions to give in. He must not be far off now, that you can tell by the way that his foot lifts off the pedal just a bit, slowing down only just enough for you to notice. His pleads for you to let him go are slowly fading, replaced with soft moans, escalating as your movements speed up, and soon, his grip on the wheel tightens, he is giving in, and you are so ready.

Pulling over into the next off-road stop he can find, you are grateful to see no other cars parked, and Luhan is on you in a second. His hand slips down the side of your seat to lay it back, just as he clambers over the console to get on top of you. Your hands are in his hair as he works at your pants, desperately tugging them down and groaning when he feels how wet you already are, worked up yourself just from teasing him the way that you did.

“Fuck, Lu,” You moan as he enters you with two fingers, still wanting to prepare you, he always has to be gentle, you like it best that way, “Good boy, fuck.”

He grows impatient quickly, but you didn’t need much preparation, soon taking his cock all the way, his first thrust particularly hard, especially for him, out of sheer desperate need to feel your walls around him, to relieve himself more than you had allowed with your hands, you now give him some of the power, to take out on you what you held back from him. This was your objective, loving him best when he has insatiable desire, you love the way that he fucks you fast and eager, kissing you deeply, needing to be as close to you as possible, as much inside of you as he can, tongue halfway down your throat, he is a mess.

“Feels so good, baobei,” He whines, sweat beading on his brow bone, “You take me so well, fuck, I needed this, I needed you.”

You cry out with another hard thrust, just as Luhan moves his hand down to bring you closer, fingers on your clit, swollen and sensitive from him touching it earlier, and the way that his cock inside you urges you closer to the edge. He feels it, and feels himself closer too, you have no idea how much time has passed, but the windows are fogged up despite Luhan cracking the driver’s side open just a little while he was driving. You don’t want to wait anymore, happy to fall apart, legs shaking under him as he fucks you over and through your peak, cries of his name and appreciation of his skills come from you as your body clenches to him, dragging him into his own release too, painting your insides white as his calls of your name fall silent with the intensity of his orgasm. His breathing is staggered as he slows, pulling out and dressing himself again as you do, though only your lower half is bare.

“Can I drive now?” You ask, “You need to sleep.”

Luhan yawns as you open the passenger's side door, finally giving in, although begrudgingly, “Okay,” He sighs, as he kisses you once more, “Thank you, baobei.”

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Kinktober Day 27

Aphrodisiacs - Yeosang

!dom Yeosang

Yeosang was smart, so much smarter than he gave on. He did research, as did you, science, natural remedies, plants that could alter your state, and his current fascination was with chemicals that increase your libido.

“Drink up,” He urges you, “I promise, it tastes good.”

You lift the cup to your mouth, the sweet aroma fills your nostrils as you let the liquid enter your mouth. Hot tea, herbal, a concoction created by the man sitting across from you who is consuming the same beverage. He was correct, it did taste good, warming your insides immediately. Yeosang reaches over to take your hand, staring at you lovingly at first… and then hungrily.

You were sceptical that a few herbs, leaves and spices could make you feel this way, but your cheeks warm up from not just the temperature, and that warmth continues downwards, tingling, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end, and alerting you to the source and centre of that heat.

“Come,” Yeosang murmurs, “Finish it.”

There was only a mouthful left, and you drink it quickly before placing the now empty cup down on the table. Yeosang squeezes your hand gently, feeling that same warmth, his eyes focus in on the way that you lick your lips to catch a stray droplet before he looks up at you again. It is exciting, partaking in his little experiments when they benefit you just as much as it does him.

“This was different to the last one,” You observe, “What should I expect?”

Yeosang chuckles, “Just feel it, my love… just let your body feel the way that it makes you.”

You follow Yeosang out of the dining room and barely make it a metre down the hall before you really begin to understand. Drawn to him more than usual, are you imagining this? Yeosang feels it too, turning you to face him with ease and stepping you back up against the wall with a fiery kiss, a warning of what is about to come. He is eager, dragging you down the hallway without pulling away, it is messy and desperate, each second apart is too long, he needs you and you need him now.

Finally reaching your bedroom, in an attempt to take control you pull him down on top of you, but not thinking it through, you have given him all of the power. With him hovering over you, your legs spread apart to give him space between them just so that you can wrap them around him, desperately trying to get him closer as if there were any space between you in the first place. Your hands slip under his shirt, needing it off him, needing to feel those perfectly sculpted muscles, a request which he happily obliges, only pulling back from the kiss for a moment to remove the clothing before he begins to work on yours. You don’t know which of you is more attracted, obsessed, and you swear you have never needed him like this before.

“Holy shit.”

It takes mere minutes to be fully undressed, you are already dripping, and Yeosang is rock hard, as he enters you without preparation, but you didn’t need it anyway. He fills you up, but again, this time it feels different. Increased pleasure, increased attraction, was this really all from a single cup of homemade herbal tea? You cry out his name as he pulls back to thrust into you again, letting your legs fall so that you can use your strength to lift yourself up and give him a better angle to fuck you in. Your back is arched and he reaches depths that he could not normally, his eyes roll back in his head and low moans leave him in harmony with yours of a much higher pitch.

“Good girl,” He praises you, “Do you believe me now?”

You weren’t really sceptical, you knew that there had to be some merit to the drink, and all the ingredients in it, maca root, ginseng, yin yang huo, what else was there again? but you had no idea that it would work so well. He fucks into you hard and fast, keeping you on edge for so long that you fear you are going to go crazy.

“Yes,” You nod enthusiastically, quickly remembering to answer him, “Yes, Yeosang, oh fuck, yes!”

The focus of his kisses soon move from your lips, to your jaw, and down your neck. They move back up, right to your ear, heavy breathing against it has your mind racing, vision blurring, you have got to be close. Your fingers tangle in his long black hair, soft to the touch, everything feels different now, in the best way possible. His skin is soft and smooth, muscles more… hard, veiny, and oh god, his cock, curved just a little, each thrust into you helps you up, up, up, and over… orgasming in his arms, so overwhelmed that you start to cry from the intensity of the pleasure. One orgasm leads to two, three, again you feel that nothing has ever felt this fucking good. You need him like oxygen, and you could go for hours if your body allowed it.

You are practically screaming when Yeosang finally pulls out, his hand racing to his cock to pump it only a few times before he releases, the force of his load so hard that it reaches your neck. Watching him while your own legs shake with the aftershocks of your high, mind still racing, body still reeling from the help that you had, it is too much, and you are already counting down for another round. You glance down at your body, stomach and chest slicked with his seed, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. Yeosang leans down to kiss you, not caring about the mess, just wanting to be with you, unable to be apart. It is hot, the hottest you have ever felt, not quite sure if you can find the words to describe it.

“I hope you kept that recipe,” You murmur in between a deep kiss, “I will definitely want us to drink that again.”

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Kinktober Day 26

Mind Control - Zitao

!dom Zitao

“Focus on me.”

You do as you are told, meeting his piercing gaze with your own blurry and unfocused one. You have been over this so many times before, but it always feels different, surreal, frightening, yet like nothing at all.

“What do you see?” He asks, “Tell me.”

“You.”

“What is my name?” He asks further, “Tell me.”

“Huang Zitao.”

Zitao smiles at you and that is all that is needed to send you over the edge, to break you, everything around him disappears and it is as if nothing has ever or will ever exist except for him. Your mind is blank, only seeing and feeling and being with him, you are in the state that he has mastered putting you in.

“Good job, baobao,” He praises you, “Now, you’ll do as I say, won’t you?”

“Yes, Zitao.”

It had started out gentle, as it always did. Kissing in his home-studio, straddling him in his desk chair when you got bored of waiting for him to finish mixing his newest song. You weren’t really wearing much to begin with, but Zitao had you fully naked before starting his routine.

Hypnotic, in both his words and actions, and you succumb so easy. Forgetting who you are, forgetting where you are, and only remembering who he is, and what you are to him.

“Oh, fuck,” Zitao moans, “Deep breaths, doll, come on, relax.”

He lowers you down onto his cock, after lifting you up to put you in the right position. Everything is hazy, but it feels fucking incredible. In this state, with nothing else on your mind, you feel every inch, every vein, the blood pulsing through his thick, hard cock as he fills you to the brim, until you can’t take anymore. He doesn’t slow, hands on your ass he lifts you up to lower you again, this time a little faster, a little harsher, pathetic whimpers fall from your lips, the only word you know, Zitao.

You obey again, because of course you do, that is your purpose, that is all that you know when he has control over you like this. With not a care in the world, nor a thought, only that of the way that his cock feels inside you, filling you perfectly. Pleasure overwhelms you in a way that is indescribable, words don’t do it justice, only the slight curvature of his cock, and the harshness of his movements, the way that he fucks you like a doll, is that why he always calls you that? drives you crazy, although you don’t quite have the capacity to process that now.

With his hands under your ass to hold you, Zitao stands, and if you were any less… mind-controlled, you would have shrieked, but instead, you are calm and collected as he walks you away from the studio, stopping momentarily to thrust into you against the wall, your arms draped over his shoulders, hands clasped behind his neck all that is keeping you upright, that and your trust in him to stop you from falling.

“I said,” He growls, “Focus.”

How he could tell that your thoughts were wavering, you will never be able to figure out, but his demand brings you back, meeting his piercing gaze once more throws you right back into the midst of it, again forgetting, and remembering too. He is less gentle now, turning away from the wall, he continues to guide you up and down his length as he carries you to your bedroom, laying you flat on the mattress once there, only able to see him as he hovers over you, cock still 9 inches deep inside of you, as far as it can go.

You relax more like this, although it is intimidating, you have fully submitted and you no longer fear waking up from your state, again only here for his pleasure, though you definitely get yours too. With each thrust, Zitao moves back just enough for you to see your reflection in the mirror he has hung up on the ceiling above your bed. You, or you at least assume that is you, look blissed out, euphoric, wow, do you really look like that? but Zitao draws your attention again with a particularly hard thrust, and his hand holding your face still so that despite any involuntary movements, you cannot look away.

“Who owns you?” He asks, again with the inducing, “Tell me.”

“You do,” You reply in monotone, these words you know, these words come easily, robotic, as if they are the only words that you know, “Zitao. Huang Zitao.”

He loves that, loves the reminder, the achievement, the approval and significance of his kink, his skill in action. You feel him speed up, chasing his release, and you are sure that yours is close too, because Zitao would never let himself get there without your own, he couldn’t live with himself if he did that, oh fuck, okay, you are close, your thighs are shaking, you want to move, eyes threatening to roll back but you cannot look away.

You feel, once again, as if the world around you disappears. Everything is white, except for the man on top of you, and you don’t feel a thing, except for his weight, and his cock, as it pushes you over the edge. You cum with breathless cries of his name, of your ownership by him, of your subservience to him, of his control of you, of the way that your whole world revolves around him and him only.

It is euphoric, overwhelming and overstimulating in a way that only he could possibly make you feel, and with that, he releases too, so much that it overflows, dripping out of you even as he has more to give. He fucks you through your high and his, until you are dizzy with pleasure and so close to passing out, if it weren’t for him keeping you awake, keeping you focused, controlling every part of you, mind, soul, and body, the release was worth the effort, the strength, the trust, holy fuck, it was worth it all.

Slowing down, Zitao’s chest is heaving, and the space around you slowly begins to reappear, with your orgasm subsiding, overstimulated and exhausted, you begin to see clearly, and remember who you are.

“I’m yours.”

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Kinktober Day 25

Sixty-Nine - D.O.

!sub D.O.

Kyungsoo was antsy, pulling and tugging at your clothes from the first second that you get home from work. It had been a few days since you had any quality time together, mostly working different shifts, but tonight your work had lined up and you had an evening to yourselves.

“Please, jagi,” He begs, “I need to taste you, let me go down on you, please?”

He was so needy, but you know his skills well enough that you are practically dripping in anticipation, happily following him down the hallway to your bedroom, clothes being removed one by one and scattered behind you like a trail to remind you of your way home. You are both naked by the time you stumble through the bedroom doorway, bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, grateful to know your house so well, there is no risk of falling except for down onto the mattress which was intentional.

Kyungsoo is on top of you, but not for long, as he kisses along your jawline and then down your neck, next across your chest, moaning around your breasts as he makes sure to give them both equal attention. He soon moves down your stomach, and pays close attention as he kisses your hips, while you spread your legs to give him room to fit between them. He stares at you hungrily, kissing further down, wanting to give the sensitive skin of the insides of your thighs some attention before ending up exactly where he wants to be.

He licks a stripe up the length of your slit, moaning as he tastes the beginnings of your arousal, and once he reaches your clit, settles there only occasionally moving back down. He loves the way that your thighs shake when he focuses on those sensitive nerves, loves the way that you cry out his name, begging for mercy, for reprieve, though he does not let up, not until your first orgasm comes over you. Your back arches and you grind up into his face, chasing the pleasure that he is so clearly enjoying giving you, that you can tell as you watch him stroke his cock in time with your moans.

“Soo,” You cry out, “I’m gonna blow you too.”

Kyungsoo slows down only to answer you, “But, I’m not done…”

He is cute and pouty, lips shining with your wet, he looks so hot like this, and you definitely don’t want him to stop, not for a second.

“That’s okay,” You nod, “Just lay down, let me get on top of you, you don’t have to stop.”

Kyungsoo’s mind races as he realises what you’re offering, a position that excites him so much, one that you don’t do often enough, really, he scrambles to reposition, and so do you. Once straddling his waist, you turn around and shuffle back, at just the right angle that now he can continue to go down on you, and you are able to blow him easily. You close your mouth over the tip just as he reconnects his tongue to your core. The pleasure shocks you, throwing you forward to take him deeper into your mouth, but Kyungsoo’s grip on your hips keeps you steady, so he can continue too. You make pace quickly, with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while your mouth works the rest, too much for you to take in even with hollowed cheeks to take him deeper.

You moan around his cock as he works your body, this new angle making you feel some kind of way, Kyungsoo’s deeper moans sending additional stimulation through you, making your mind hazy, though you try to focus and do well, it is increasingly difficult as another high comes closer to breaking in. You gag each time you lower your head down, but Kyungsoo likes it that way, likes it when you get messy, spit pooling over your hand and down onto the base of his cock, it gets him there quicker than he had planned, wanting to enjoy this for a while longer.

You grind back down onto his face as your orgasm comes to peak, pulling off his cock momentarily and resorting to just stroking him instead, resting your head on his thigh as you cry out, eyes watering from the stimulation, it feels so fucking good you can barely breathe. When the intensity begins to subside, you resume giving him head, closing your mouth over the tip and forcing yourself down. Kyungsoo thrusts up into your mouth involuntarily, hips jerking with his own desperation now, knowing that you will get him there, but so turned on, needing it now.

It doesn’t take much more, with your hand massaging his balls, and his cock halfway down your throat, with a particularly dirty moan, his cock twitches and he releases hard and fast. You desperately swallow, not wanting to miss a single drop, savouring the taste before it slides down your throat, moaning around his cock while you suck him dry. Overstimulation comes for him quickly, he is so much more sensitive than you, whimpering and pleading for you to give him mercy, I’m done, jagi, enough!

You pull off him with a pop, his cock softening before it even leaves your lips, and you move to lay down beside him. Catching your breath as he does his, a hand on his chest to feel his heart, you are content, and so is he, at least for the moment.

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Kinktober Day 24

Gender Swap - Hendery

!sub Hendery

Convincing Hendery to put on a skirt was easier than you had thought. You had probably worn him down already, with your own fluid gender expression and your ability to look hot and androgynous in any style of clothing, it made him curious. You had given him a few options from your clothes that you thought may fit him, but left the rest up to him. He took them into your walk-in wardrobe, and closed the door behind him so that you could not watch him change.

“Fuck,” You breathe as he re-enters the room, “Holy shit, Hengi.”

Hendery is wearing a black and white plaid mini skirt, and a tight black cropped singlet. His legs look incredible and you almost lose your mind just from the sight of him, fantasies running wild in your mind, but you remind yourself that this is real, and you can take him like this.

“Do I look okay?” He asks, the question is genuine, his cheeks are bright red and he looks so unsure, “Tell the truth, please?”

You stand up to meet him, striding across the room until you are only inches away, your hands settling on his bare waist, needing to feel him, see him, be with him. You let your fingertips dig in slightly, and he winces from the ticklish pain, but does not move away.

“You look more than okay,” You assure him, “My baby girl.”

Hendery lets out a gasp at the new pet name, and you feel his body tense up, assessing and processing how he feels about it, “Say that again.”

“Say what?” You tease him, letting your hands roam now, you travel down to the hem of his skirt, barely covering his ass, “That you’re my baby girl?”

Hendery squeezes his eyes shut, this time a quiet moan leaves his lips, oh he really fucking likes that, and you are obsessed with his reaction, “Yes, sir,” He responds, using the masculine term for you, one that you always enjoy, “I am, I’m your girl, only yours.”

He crumbles so quickly, liking this even more than either of you had thought. He eagerly leans into your touches, waiting for permission, and soon you tug him down to kiss you. There is something indescribably hot about having him dressed up and submitting like this, so different to any of the ways that he has submitted in the past.

“You’re so beautiful,” You murmur, breaking apart from the kiss to try and catch your breath, “I think I could keep you like this forever, all dressed up and pretty just for me.”

Hendery looks overwhelmed at the praises, falling apart so quickly, the blush on his cheeks is burning hot as you guide him over to sit on the edge of the mattress. You drop down onto your knees on the hardwood floor, hands on his thighs, you spread them apart easily, getting an incredible view under his skirt of his thick, hard cock, visible through his underwear. You run your hands further upwards, under the skirt to the top of his thighs, and he spreads his legs even further in anticipation, he is so flexible, it isn’t difficult for him at all.

“Does my beautiful girl want her dick sucked?” You ask him softly, letting your fingertips trail over his length, “I think she deserves it.”

Hendery gulps, nodding furiously, planting his feet down flat on the floor to keep himself still, “Please sir, please, please suck it,” He stutters, “You always make me feel so good.”

He begins to move to undress himself, but you take his hands to stop him, “No, sweet girl,” You chuckle, “You can leave the skirt on and we’ll just take your panties off, okay?”

Hendery looks so embarrassed by this, but lifts himself up so that you can hook your fingers under the elastic of his briefs to tug them down. Freeing his cock, it stands up, aiding you in rolling his skirt upwards so that you can reach it. You lean up to get into position, taking your time, you lick from the base to the head of his cock before closing your mouth over the tip. He instantly moans while you lower your head down, but you keep your eyes trained on him, smiling lazily around his dick whilst staring up at him through your lashes.

You speed up, loving the way that he feels in your mouth, his hands in your hair, you are so turned on by the feminine, sweet version of your boyfriend that you have in front of you, making him feel good is addictive. Even his moans are more high pitched, breathy, airy, than they usually would be, as if he were trying too, to sound as feminine as he looked, and he is succeeding. You feel his cock twitch and you know he is close, so you pull off him, much to his dismay, and laugh as he whines in disappointment, but this doesn’t last for long as you stand up and push him down onto his back, dropping your pants as fast as you can to move on top of him instead.

Dripping wet, it is easy to take his cock, no need for preparation and only the littlest sting from the stretch, “My pretty doll,” You purr, “Sir needed your beautiful cock, too, it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to cum as well, now, is it?”

Hendery knows what you’re insinuating, moving his hands to your hips to help you build momentum, knowing the best angles to thrust into you, ones that have your eyes rolling back and filthy words falling from your lips. He is close, and you are closer, and he moves to touch your clit, other hand on your chest to tease your nipples, whimpering and whining in time with your own moans, fuck, oh god, it’s happening.

You cum hard and fast, head falling forward into the crook of his neck, biting and sucking at the skin as your thighs shake, cunt clenching to him too as he follows shortly after, streams of cum spilling from the tip of his cock into the deepest point of your cunt as you ride your highs to completion. Slowing down, you rest comfortably in his lap with him still inside you, and you kiss his forehead softly before kissing his lips.

“I love you so much,” You mumble, “No matter what gender.”

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Kinktober Day 23

Mommy Kink - Kai

!sub Kai

Jongin was so needy. Such a soft and sweet hearted man. It made you melt when he was in need of attention, affection, and craving to be cared for by you in the way that you both knew best.

Nothing particularly different had happened today. In fact, it should have really been easier, with Jongin in public service duty, rather than his usual idol life. But he was exhausted, after a week behind the desk, with no enjoyable human interactions, he was desperate.

You had noticed, and were already in the midst of making his favourite dinner, and pouring a beer for him, which he takes from you gratefully before sitting down to watch you cook. He had offered to help, but you knew better than to accept that, I don’t want to burn the house down today, Nini. You leave the pot to simmer, knowing it will take almost an hour to be ready, now you have the time for Jongin instead.

“What can I do, baby?” You ask him softly, watching the way that he licks his lips after a large sip from the glass he holds in his two hands.

He pouts in thought for a moment, and you melt at the sight of him, “I’m not sure… Can you make me forget?”

You could laugh at the request, but you know that he means it. In his own way, asking to be dragged into subspace, and you know exactly how to do that.

Stepping forward, you move around to stand in front of him and cup his cheek with your hand. He nuzzles into it gently, breathing in your scent, and getting comfortable.

“Tell me what you want,” You murmur, gently redirecting his attention so that he meets your gaze, “I want to help you.”

You feel his cheeks warm up as he blushes, flustered at the idea of being honest, but you read him like a book and know the words that will come out.

“I want you,” He mumbles, “Please, mommy?”

He has you wrapped around his finger, putty in his hands, you could never decline such a request, smiling softly at him you take his hands and drag him up onto his feet, “Come then, should we make you more comfortable?”

Taken away from the kitchen, you only make it halfway down the hall before he is on you, kissing with a fiery desperation whilst whining in want and impatient need. You don’t make it to the bedroom, instead pulled into the living area, and you tug him down onto the sofa where he straddles you at first, his cock already hardening, each grind into you has it rubbing against your stomach while he chases the little relief that he gets from the friction.

“Nini, my love,” You coo, guiding him down onto his back, repositioning so that you are on top, “Let me help, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

Jongin’s eyes are blown out and watery, nodding at you while he bites his swollen bottom lip, eagerly lifting his hips to aid you in pulling his pants down before you stand to remove your own. He pulls his t-shirt over his head while you undress, growing more impatient by the second he is desperate to have you, and he is going to get exactly what he wants.

You wrap a hand around his shaft once you return to your position, this time straddling his thighs, and his hand moves to your core to return the favour, to prepare you for him, though this won’t take too much effort. He works you so well, even while distracted as you ease some of his pain, so worked up, hard and red and twitching with each movement of your hand. He curls his fingers inside you and the moan that you let out is pitiful, desire taking you over and each second without him inside you is too much.

“Mommy, please,” He whimpers, his hands on your hips as you lift yourself up, “Come on, don’t make me wait.”

You settle down, lowering yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch as he fills you up, giggling as he whines at the initial pressure, waiting for you to adjust. He looks so innocent under you, widened eyes and pouted lips, breathing staggered as he tries to remain composed. You easily lift up before dropping down again, this time faster, more forceful, crying out as the tip of his cock hits your cervix. You rest your hands on his chest to help keep your balance, finding a steady rhythm to ride him in, rolling your hips with every thrust, loving the way that he feels inside of you, stimulating your senses just as you are his.

With pathetic cries of mommy, mommy, mommy! Jongin enjoys every second, which only increases your effort, strength, and adrenaline as you try to give him your all. Though your thighs grow tired, burning with exertion, Jongin picks up on that, trying to help you but seeming uncertain as to how.

“Would you like to fuck me instead, baby boy?” You ask him, giving him the answer he was searching for, “You always do so well when you do.” The idea excites Jongin, scrambling to reverse your positioning, you pull him on top of you and he thrusts back in only a second later. He is fast, wanting to make up for the effort that you have put in, chasing the high not too far away for either of you. It is adorable watching him, and so fucking hot feeling him, vision blurring and knot in your stomach tightening every time he hits in just the right spot. You reach orgasm quickly, it washes over you completely and you lose sense of time, of reality, nothing existing except for the beautiful man balls deep inside of you. Your high brings on his, tears streaming down his face as he releases inside of you, babbling and mumbling, incoherent words as he empties his cock, muttering thank yous and promises to love you and only you forever, his mommy.

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Kinktober Day 22

Pet Play - Gyuvin

!dom Gyuvin

Gyuvin loved cats. He had his own dog, Eumppappa, and of course, she was his baby. But he loved cats so much, and always complained that he couldn’t own one. He was constantly sending you photos of stray cats, naming them, whining and moaning that he wished he had a bigger house so he could get one without worrying about fighting with the dog, but alas.

One day, you had enough. You made a stop on your way home from work at a sex shop, knowing exactly what you wanted, and not caring about the cost behind it. A pair of white clip-on cat ears, a white and pink lace collar and leash, and the most important item of all… a white, fluffy tail attached to a plug. You were only new to ass play, but felt confident that you would make this work, anything for Gyuvin, right? You buy the items, and gratefully accept them in an inconspicuous bag to take home.

Upon your arrival, you find the house is empty, and when you check your phone you see that Gyuvin had texted you. Just taking Eumppappa for a walk, silly, I’ll be back. You sigh in relief, taking the opportunity to shower and prepare yourself, and once dry, you take your purchases out of the bag and make yourself… catlike.

You hear the front door open, and giggle as you hear Eumppappa’s scampering feet as she runs up the hallway, heading towards the living room where her bed is, she always needs a nap after a walk, and that gives you more privacy.

“Oppa!” You call out, readjusting your ears, and making sure that the tail is tight and secure in your ass, you wrap the end of the leash around your wrist and take one last look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, “I have a surprise for you.”

Gyuvin’s footsteps are purposeful as he makes his way to you, right at the time that you step out of the bathroom and he stops dead in his tracks only a metre away. You smile softly, tilting your head to the side with widened eyes, playing into your natural aegyo, smile fading into a pout.

“Holy shit,” Gyuvin sighs, his breath catching in his throat as you turn to the side, giving him just a little view of the tail you have in, “Baby… you look so fucking hot.”

You step forward and close the gap between you, reaching up to hold his shoulders, letting the leash fall out of your hand, the chain clanging as it hits the floor. Gyuvin’s hand races up to your cat-ears, playing with the fur between his fingers, his gaze darkening as he continues to process what he sees. You trail your fingers down his chest, feeling his body through the thin t-shirt material he is wearing. His hands slide down your back, desperate to feel your tail, but so distracted by your ass. One hand moves to take the leash, and he tugs on it gently, testing it out, groaning as you let out the softest meow when he pulls a little too tight.

“I hope I can suffice as the cat you’ve always wanted,” You giggle, “Until we move somewhere else.”

“Oh, you do,” Gyuvin nods, “My pretty little kitten.”

He turns and walks, with you eagerly following out of both excitement, and fear of being choked by the collar, towards your bedroom, where Gyuvin makes himself comfortable on the mattress, moving back to make room for you between his legs. You perch on your knees, sitting back as much as you can without hurting yourself on your tail, and wait expectantly for his order.

“Come here, kitty,” He coos, pulling at the leash to bring you closer, “Good girl, come to appa.”

You straddle his hips, and he drops the leash to grab your ass and pull you closer. His cock already tenting in his tracksuit pants, you paw at the hem of his shirt and he laughs before obliging you, tearing the material over his head in one swift move. He grabs the leash again and tugs you forward to kiss him, his other hand slipping between your cheeks to feel where your hole clenches around the metal toy inside of you. He moans into your mouth, already growing impatient, and pushes you away to quickly pull his pants down too.

“Do you want me to ride you?” The words fall from your lips far too innocently for how dirty they are, “Kitty wants appa’s cock.”

From older brother, to daddy, Gyuvin’s attitude has changed completely. He nods and you lean up on your knees so that he can guide you down onto his cock, mewling as he fills you, so big, so fucking big. The pleasure hits differently when your ass is already full, and your eyes roll back as you roll your hips down to take him in all the way. Your body shakes from the stretch, but you try to remain focused, obsessed with the way that Gyuvin stares at you hungrily.

Soon he rolls you over to hit it from the back, wanting to stare at the tail for a moment before he uses the leash to pull you up so that your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has you blabbering, falling apart within moments, your high racking through your body with force as he pulls you back into him with every thrust, the plug going in deeper as his cock does too. You aren’t sure at what point Gyuvin releases, but the bulge in the lower front of your stomach from his cock begins to go down as he slows, softening ever so slightly inside of you but he does not want to pull out, not yet.

“I think we should stay here tonight,” Gyuvin murmurs, kissing you softly as he readjusts your ears, “I’m gonna need more than just one round with you dressed like this.”

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Kinktober Day 21

Corruption/Training - Lay

!dom Lay

“Try again!” Yixing orders, “You can do better than that!”

Your legs are burning, every muscle in your body overworked, You have been in the dance studio for hours now, and you swear you are close to breaking. Yixing wanted that though, without telling you explicitly, it is obvious that he wants you to crumble, but you are headstrong and not one to give in, so he is going to have to try pretty hard.

You do as you are told though, counting yourself in once the music starts playing and running through the choreography once more. Four gruelling minutes pass, and while you feel that you knew what you were doing, exhaustion is definitely getting the better of you. Each time you glance over at your teacher… boyfriend… How do you define this? You feel anxiety bubbling, but divert your gaze to focus on yourself again. He watches you like a hawk, analysing your every move, not missing a single off-beat, it is terrifying, and you can feel yourself getting worse.

At some point, after another two or three run-throughs, you start to get dizzy. You don’t remember the last time that you had any water, and your vision is blurring, nothing is making sense, you are woozy, what were you doing again?

You stumble forward, falling with a thud to your knees, and if it weren’t for Yixing’s quick movements, you would have crashed head first into the mirrored wall. Instead, your limp body is held up with Yixing behind you, holding your jaw to keep you steady, hazily staring at yourself through foggy vision. Even in this state, you can feel him breathing, and see the way that he glares at you, his plan is working.

“Sleepy, baobao?” He sneers at you, “You still haven’t impressed me enough.”

Was that what you were doing? Dancing? You try to stand up, in a daze, but your legs won’t work, and Yixing chuckles as he supports you to sit down with your back up against the mirror. He reaches over for your water bottle, opening the lid and helping you tilt your head to drink some. From here, he guides you down onto your back, and you let your head lazily roll to the side to look at yourself, lips glistening with stray droplets of liquid, unfocused but noticing Yixing as he repositions himself beside you.

“How can I do that?” You ask, your words slurred, “What should I do?”

Yixing smiles, though it does not quite reach his eyes, and he bends forward to get right up close to your ear. His breath is hot, and it sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps raise all over your skin, and he trails up your arm with his fingertips.

“You’re going to take me,” He replies, “I’ve seen how flexible you are, and I’m sure there is still some energy in you somewhere.”

That is a lie, you are practically a ragdoll, nodding your consent before Yixing quickly begins to undress you, pulling your sweatpants down, and taking your underwear off with them. You roll over onto your side completely, facing the mirror as Yixing lies behind you, pulling one of your legs back over his, maybe he was right, it is good you are flexible, and without warning enters you harshly, if not for him holding you across the chest and shoulder, you would have fallen for sure. Your eyes roll back as he starts off fast, knocking the wind out of you but you still try desperately to cling on to anything you can reach.

“Laoshi,” You moan, teacher, “Am I doing okay?”

Yixing chuckles, thrusting particularly hard before he rolls himself back, bringing you up on top of him without pulling out. Your thighs burn as you try to match his pace, thrusting in from under you as you bounce on his cock, only held up by his hands on your waist. Your head rolls back, soundless cries of his name, his title, leave you over and over again.

“So good, my girl,” He groans, reaching upwards to tug your hair back, arching your back, “Just look at you, I could do whatever I wanted to you, couldn’t I?”

You whimper at the force in which he pulls your hair, the way that he fucks into you with such vigour and strength almost enough to render you unconscious. You swear you weren’t like this before meeting him, always confident and independent, but Yixing knew just how to break you. He had you corrupted, worked down into the desperate, willing whore that he desired, falling apart eventually, despite your stubbornness, for him to use, to fuck, to take from whenever you were ready.

It felt so good to let go, something you had not done before meeting him, but so happily did now. There was something so empowering to be broken and fucked without needing to put in any more effort, at least not after the effort you put in that causes you to break in the first place. You watch yourself in the mirror, as Yixing repositions you again, this time on your hands and knees, ass up when he enters you, and you lean down on your forearms, head resting on your hands. You know that he is almost done, he loves watching himself, and loves watching you cum too, so always finds a way to enjoy this to the maximum.

“Are you ready, baby?” He asks, even though your body tells him the answer, “Cum for me, now.”

You never disobeyed him, falling apart easily with his encouragement, practically drooling as your pleasure washes over you in waves not unlike a tsunami. He pulls out only when you can’t take any more, collapsing down as he strokes himself to completion, cum shooting out of the tip of his cock and all up your back instead. When he has nothing left to give, he leans down to you, close to passing out on the floor and he kisses you softly, while your mind begins to clear and you come back down to earth.

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Kinktober Day 20

Feet - Jaehyun

!sub Jaehyun

When you wanted attention, you knew exactly how to get it. It was a gift to your boyfriend too, really, you weren’t quite sure which of you enjoyed this more, giving or receiving, though it was always in the same position. He worshipped the ground you walked on… but mostly, what you walked on the ground with.

You sit down to pull on the shoes. Stiletto heels, they are mostly straps, all of your feet visible, held together with strings so delicately tied around your ankles, with a pretty bow to accent and hold it all together. Sure, your outfit is divine too, a little black dress, accentuating your curves, cut low at the cleavage and cinched in at the waist, but you know that isn’t the point of this look, and not where Jaehyun will really be looking anyway.

It was date night and you had a dinner reservation in a few hours, but you were planning on going out for drinks first. This is why you are so dressed up, waiting by the front door for him to arrive at your house to take you out. He had messaged to tell you that he was on his way, so the knock on the door only a moment later came with no surprise.

“Hi, baby,” He smiles at you softly as you open the front door to greet him, “I’ve missed you.”

It had only been a week since you had last seen him, but you were both so clingy, missing each other every second you were apart. You lean up on your toes, albeit with difficulty in these heels, to kiss him, which he returns eagerly, holding you in his arms and savouring the closeness for a moment until he pulls back to get a better look at you.

“I missed you too,” You reply, watching as he eyes you up and down… and down again, “Are you ready to go?”

He pauses for a moment before slowly lifting his gaze back up to meet yours, “Not yet, can we go inside?”

You are puzzled at his request, but step backwards into your apartment, and he follows, swiftly closing the door behind him before returning his attention to you. He drops down to his knees in one quick movement, and you reach to help him, assuming for a second that he fell before realising that he meant to end up there.

“These are new,” He murmurs, tracing the ribbons elegantly wrapped around your feet, “I like them.”

You blush, finding your own way down to sit on the ledge at the edge of the alcove, giving Jaehyun the freedom to lift your foot up to get a better look. You stretch your leg out and point your toes, watching his eyes widen before he leans in to press a kiss to your little toe.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He asks, pausing between each word to kiss your foot again, his fingers already working to untie the bow and remove your new shoes, “Are you trying to make me crazy?”

A soft moan escapes you as your shoe falls to the ground and his tongue wraps around your big toe, while a louder moan leaves him, only muffled slightly with his mouth closed.

“I didn’t do anything,” You tease him, “You’re the one so… into this.”

His free hand roams up your thighs, easily spreading apart for him, as he licks and sucks all over your feet, the other shoe coming off at some point so that he can give both equal attention. He looks pathetic, his erection so obvious in his slacks, lips slightly swollen from overuse, eyes glassy with no thoughts behind them other than lust.

“It’s not my fault,” He retorts, going half cross-eyed as he admires your feet right in front of his eyes, as you wiggle your toes to stretch them out a little, “They’re just so fucking sexy.”

You throw your head back as he kisses your feet again, worshipping them, praising all of you, it is indescribable. He palms at his erection through his pants, making it clear how badly he wants you, and you burn with desire too. You know how well he fucks you when he gets like this, needy and desperate, he is unstoppable once he has his sights set.

Forgetting pre-dinner drinks, soon you are on your back on the hallway floor, ankles up around Jaehyun’s head with his cock buried so deep inside you it has you screaming. Thankful for your flexibility, Jaehyun is able to continue touching your feet as he fucks you with all the effort that he can muster. Your back is arched for a better angle, and Jaehyun whines as your body contracts and convulses around him, needing this just as much as he does. He whimpers pathetically around your toes in his mouth as each thrust gets harder, faster, chasing release and relief from the building pressure as both of your orgasms near in.

“Be a good boy, Jaehyunnie,” You coo, fingers tangling in his hair as you feel your thighs shaking, “Make me cum, my valentine boy, you want to fill me up too, don’t you?”

Jaehyun’s eyes glaze over with the baby-talk, spurring him on, he moves a hand between your legs to touch your oversensitive clit, fingers rubbing circles on it as he kisses up the arch of your foot to your heel, your ankle, you watch as tears form in the corners of his eyes as he tries to hold back a little longer, just as your thighs begin to shake, more than ready to let go.

You cry out Jaehyun’s name again, loudly this time with the force of your orgasm. It is practically mind-melting, euphoric, addictive, you are sure you will never get sick of the way that he makes you feel. You grip onto him tightly, helping him over the edge with contractions around his cock, milking him dry, desperate for every last drop of his cum inside you, needing it more than anything. When he finally slows, with heavy breaths he pauses to stare at you lovingly, gently moving your legs down so that you can have some relief from the stretch.

“I suppose we should go straight to dinner,” He chuckles, “But we might need to fix ourselves up first.”

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Kinktober Day 19

Shibari - Ricky

!dom Ricky

Ricky loved the finer things in life, he was young and rich, tall and handsome after all, and you fit that mould perfectly. Dainty, elegant, his perfect match. You were submissive and subservient, but fiery and independent, challenging him when needed and giving in when needed too. You obliged his desires, so many of them were based around making you up, decorating you in different ways, and his latest interest was exactly that.

Shibari. A Japanese-born erotica performed with a submissive being tied by intricate ropes, placed into positions that they normally could not be in, and the dominant having their way with them. The rope that Ricky had purchased was red silk, metres long and beautifully crafted, you wouldn’t dare ask how much it cost, but it is handmade and perfect in every way.

“Baobei,” Ricky soothes you, his hands expertly working on the ropes, tying shapes to frame your curves, to restrict and constrict you, “You look so beautiful like this.”

You stand in front of your mirrored robe, able to admire yourself as Ricky adds more and more into the pattern of ties that he makes on your body. When he steps back, you see that he has you decorated as if you were wearing full body harnesses, and you wonder what else he plans to do to you. The loops in some of the knots did not go unnoticed, your interest piqued as you prepared yourself to be further tied, already feeling yourself begin to get wet, knowing just how well Ricky takes care of you.

“Where do you want me?” You ask innocently, turning to face him while he leans down to kiss you, his hands absentmindedly exploring the rope all over your body.

“Let’s lay you down,” Ricky murmurs, “Knees up at your chest.”

You nod, taking his hands as he guides you onto the bed, resting your head in amongst the pillows, you bring your knees up as he instructed and you hold your ankles to stay in place. Ricky now takes the rope, loose pieces at your wrist he ties them through the loops on your ankles, meaning that instead of holding yourself, the rope does it for you, and he repeats that at the other side. You feel so exposed now, and from the look in Ricky’s eyes, he really fucking likes it. His hand moves to your core, perfectly on show for him with the way that he has your ankles tied, and he traces his fingers up your slit, pressing into you and humming in content as you contract around him, adjusting to the initial stretch.

“Are you going to take me like this?” You ask him, although you know the answer, “Please take me, I want it.”

Ricky laughs, his fingers curling inside you, thumb on your clit to try and prepare you quicker, so desperate to get his fill. His other hand is at his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt, not wanting to waste even a single second. You throw your head back, just about the only movement you can make, moaning loudly with each thrust of his fingers, he knows your body so well it is so easy for him to work you up towards your first orgasm, you barely notice as he drops his slacks, tugging his underwear down with them, only alert once the weight on the bed shifts as he positions himself in line with you, his hand now wrapped around his shaft to line himself up the moment that he pulls his other hand away.

“Oh, god,” He groans, eyes rolling back as he enters you all the way, “You feel fucking incredible.”

Unable to move, you try with your all to touch him somehow, but soon give up, allowing him to fuck you with as much effort as he wants, right now that is so much, his hands on your hips to keep you steady, grateful to be so much taller than you, he is able to reach over your body to kiss you, tongue twisting with yours, moans matching thrusts, obsessed and so fucking turned on by how powerless and fucking beautiful you look like this. A work of art, as he tells you over and over, his beautiful girl, his princess, his treasure, baobei.

“Quanrui,” You moan, his Chinese name rolling off your tongue so much sweeter, so deep in your pleasure, “Gonna cum, I’m so close, please…”

The angle has you seeing stars, each thrust has you reeling, thighs shaking, and if not for the rope keeping them apart you are certain they would be closing around Ricky’s hips. Having no control, Ricky knows better than to even try to deny you, this is not the time for edging, nor overstimulation, though in other circumstances he would definitely do so. This time, he takes a hand to your clit to help you, his thrusts maintaining the pace and intensity in order to get you there, and that he does, oh fuck, that he does.

You cum on his cock, body shaking, rope rubbing against your skin, pulsating around him and crying his name soundless at first, and louder as you come back down to earth. Ricky’s thrusting goes off rhythm just as your peak descends, his orgasm washing over him as he thrusts into you erratically, filling you easily, certain to overflow. It feels so good, both of you are obsessed with the feeling, the act, the risk - though not really, you are definitely on birth control - associated, and you let out a whine as he pulls out of you after he is done, savouring the feeling of his seed dripping out of you as he begins to untie the rope.

You let your body fall limp once you are freed, and Ricky gently kisses the worst of the rope burn, though none is so bad, the material as gentle as he is, you would expect nothing less.

“That was so hot,” Ricky comments as he pulls the last of the rope away, and takes your hand to guide you to sit up, “But maybe I’ll tie you upside down next time.”

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Kinktober Day 18

Teasing/Brat Taming - Baekhyun

!sub Baekhyun

You loved him so much, even when he was in one of his chaotic moods, poking fun, trying to irritate you, succeeding, though you tried your hardest not to let him know that. It had been a long day at work, a long week, really, and all you wanted right now was to relax.

“Come on,” Baekhyun whines, stomping his feet just a little, “This way, this way!”

You roll your eyes, but allow him to lead you out of the hallway and down towards the bathroom, he has his hand wrapped around your wrist and you admire his dainty fingers, so pretty, all of him is so pretty. Once in the room he turns you around to look at the pair of you in the reflection of the huge mirror mounted on the wall, and he lets go of your wrist to trail his hands down your back, slowly massaging you, relieving some tension in your muscles.

You stare at him, letting yourself feel the relief as the knots come apart, for a second forgetting that he had been annoying you only minutes ago. This doesn’t last for long though, as he moves further down your back, to stop the massage and instead dig his fingers into your sides, right in that sensitive, ticklish spot that makes you scream aloud.

“Baek!” You shriek, just as he bursts into laughter, “Why?!”

You turn around, grabbing his wrists and then switching your positions so now his back is facing the mirror and you are holding him in place. Frustration overloaded, you tug him forward and kiss him to shut him up, unable to hear that adorable but so fucking irritating laughter anymore.

He tries to get away, but you don’t allow it, too far gone you see red. You need relief, and Baekhyun was so close, yet so far, from giving you that. So now it is your turn to make sure that you get it, and you know that he will give in.

“That was mean, baby,” You pout at him, “I think you should make it up to me.”

Baekhyun smirks at you, still not quite ready to listen, you squeeze his wrists to remind him that you have the power here, he can’t resist, he has to give in.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, his voice is soft and uncertain, you can tell how hard it is for him to give up, but the look in your eyes has him faltering.

“I need you to make me feel good,” You tell him, “Can you do that?”

Baekhyun bites his tongue, holding down another laugh, “I don’t know, can I?”

You could scream, but you don’t. Closing your eyes for a second you settle yourself before looking at him again, “I gave you an easy out, but I guess that isn’t happening.”

Baekhyun gulps as you turn him around, pinning his wrists behind his back, you let him see himself in the mirror for a moment more before leading him away from the bathroom and to the bedroom instead. You rush to remove his clothes, needing him naked before you enact your plan, and he falls for it, distracted by your kisses and the way that your hands roam his body while you undress him. Once naked, you push him down onto the mattress, and before he can run away, you loop a restraint around his left ankle, still connected to the bed from when he used them on you a few days ago. Trapped now, you tie his other ankle down, and use your body weight to keep him still as you tie his wrists as well.

Starfished, stuck, unable to escape, it is your turn to laugh at the man under you. His eyes are wide and blown out as you take your time removing your own clothes, smirking at him the same way that he did to you, until you are fully naked and choose to join him. Straddling his hips, you grind down on his cock, already hard in anticipation, but you don’t move to take him in just yet.

“I don’t know, baby,” You murmur, finally responding to the words that made you snap, “But I guess I can just use you to find out.”

Baekhyun’s eyes glaze over, anticipation getting the best of him, he tugs at his wrists begging to be freed, “Please, don’t do this, I need to touch you.”

“I know,” You nod, moving up to hover over his face, “You have to make me cum first, and then I’ll free you.”

In reality, it’s a reward for you both, Baekhyun loves going down on you, just as much as you love receiving it, so this is easy for him, happily leaning up as you grind down, his tongue connecting with you and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You grip onto the bedhead to keep you steady, and use your core strength to lean back and give him better access, his tongue presses into you before focusing on your clit, gently toying at it with his teeth and giggling as you cry out. Your orgasm comes in record time, riding his face as if your life depended on it, knowing that the reward will be even more worth it.

You move off him when you are done, but not too far as you reach over to free his wrists one by one, and then turn to free his ankles. You come to regret this a moment later, as soon as his second foot is free and he moves quickly, grabbing you by the shoulder to flip you over onto your back. He has you cornered now, a pointed gaze warning you to stay in place, much like you did to him, but with no restraints, he tilts his head to the side, smiling at you maniacally as he takes his cock in his hand and he repositions to find the right angle to enter you hard, fast and without a proper warning.

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Kinktober Day 17

Lingerie/Stripping - Taemin

!sub Taemin

Taemin always had the sweetest ideas for birthday gifts. It always became a week-long event, presents, outings, and everything in between, and this year was no different.

You come out of the bathroom into your hotel bedroom after a steaming hot shower, much needed after a day exploring the city, you were exhausted and in much need of time to just lay in bed and relax.

Taemin swaps with you, going into the bathroom, he takes a bag in with him and that piques your curiosity, as all that he should need is in there already, but you don’t pay too much mind. You get comfortable on the bed, and you close your eyes and rest to the sound of the shower running, daydreaming a little while you wait for him to return.

What you didn’t expect though, is exactly how he would re-enter the room. When you open your eyes, your jaw drops.

Red and black. Lace lingerie. Thigh garters. Straps all over his legs, stomach, chest. Holy fuck.

“Another gift, my love.”

Taemin twirls for you, effortlessly showing off his figure. You are mesmerised, obsessed, addicted to him. Perfection in human form, you wonder how you got so lucky as to be in love with and loved by him. He poses for you, showing himself off, leaving nothing to the imagination as he bends forward and slowly rises back up, hands trailing his legs to follow.

He undoes one buckle, and then two, slowly freeing one thigh from the harness so tightly strapped to it. You see indents in his skin from the leather and the metal, and you are transfixed. He is so fucking hot, and he knows it, and he is not afraid to show it off.

He turns away from you to put on some music, one of his own songs, once with a low, heavy beat. Sensual, sexual, he grabs a chair to sit on next, spreading his legs when he resumes position in front of you. You find your own hand roaming downwards, itching to get closer to your throbbing core, needing relief as Taemin continues to free himself, getting closer to being naked every second. You let out a moan as your fingertips connect with your clit, applying pressure as Taemin lifts his head to stare at you.

“Oh,” He gasps, “Honey, do you want me?”

You nod, lifting your other hand to motion at him to come closer, which he so happily obeys. Crossing the room to you as you spread your legs further to make room for him, he notices your lack of underwear and you watch his cock twitch in the see through lace panties he is wearing. You can tell that he is eager, he gets so cute and bouncy when he wants something, and it makes you laugh. He is so successful at being sexy and enticing, but underneath it all he is just such a desperate little sub for you. The juxtaposition of him in such slutty lingerie turning you on, compared to your oversized tee and nothing else, turning him on with twice the desperation, is enough to have both of your hearts racing.

Taemin is on top of you so quickly, and you tug him down by the hair to kiss you, licking into his mouth as he gasps again in shock at the sudden movement. You easily take control, rolling him over onto his back to get on top of him instead, staring him down hungrily, taking in the sight close up, your hands roam his body, watching him writhe underneath you while you begin to take off the remaining lingerie. You run your hand over his cock, now fully hard and twitching, desperate for more than the fleeting strokes you provide. He touches you too, wherever he can reach, grabbing at your body, whining for you to give him more, insatiable and overwhelmed.

You allow him to enter you with his fingers, two of them, slender and small, but enough to make you wet, preparing you to take his cock, praising Taemin as he works you so well, knowing exactly how you like it, fingers working harder as you grind down onto his hand, practically dripping down his wrist when you finally lift yourself off and move back to hover over his cock instead. You close your eyes as you lower yourself down, focusing solely on the way that he feels inside of you, taking every inch slow and metered until you have him in all the way.

“Good boy, Taeminnie,” You praise him, holding yourself steady with a hand on his chest, the other carding your fingers through his hair, “You always feel so nice inside of me.” Taemin’s hips jerk with each bounce on his cock, forcing you to take him deeper as he matches your pace. Both of you are worked up and eager now, halfway there from the foreplay, having lost track of time and running low on energy, your only want right now is to chase the orgasm you are so accustomed to receiving. Taemin has incredible skill, and from the amount of times you have slept together, the experience to get you to your peak is one he is so experienced in.

You find the perfect angle to ride him, your body clenching down with each thrust, each nudge on the nerves inside you, thighs shaking as you try to keep yourself upright. When you lean down to kiss him again, he uses the opportunity to help you out, with all of his strength he thrusts up into you, relieving some of the pressure on your legs, and increasing the pleasure as you can focus solely on that instead.

He gets you there in record time from this, his orgasm coming in sync, or seconds later, your head is too foggy to really know. Soundless cries escape you to the sound of his moans too, all energy spent as he fills you up, ears ringing as you are fucked through your high until you can breathe again, slowing down as he does to collapse on his chest and catch your breath to the sound of his heart beating in your ears.

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