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k-femdove · 4 months

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warnings. sub!tyun, noona!reader, desperate shit, degrading, use of whore/slut, handjob

flirt freshman!taehyun who, even if he looks polite and at times would even be described as cute, is definitely a heartbreaker. stringing along, fucking, then ghosting.

you see right through his nice guy act when he subtly hits on you, flashing you his white pearls, blinding smile that show off his dimpled cheeks and the way his eyes form into crescents, his simple charms almost, almost having an effect on you. but you know better, you’ve already passed this chapter of your life, getting yourself fucked over by cute assholes. so you reject any and all advances that he makes on you, even as so far as to completely ignore him whenever he addresses you in a group setting.

you wanted to protect yourself, because again, you knew better. but what you dont realize is how often your blatant rejections have been either straight up cruelly humiliating or just plain harsh to the younger boy. not until you’re stuck with taehyun as you awkwardly wait in the car for your friends.

“why dont you like me?” he starts, quiet as he looks out the window. you turn to look at him, a little astonished that he decided to confront you. then you quickly recollect yourself, clearing your throat.

“who told you that?”

he scoffs, a sneer retching his expression. “you’re kidding aren’t you? i don’t think i know anybody more repulsed with me than you. everyone can see it. you almost jumped out of the car when they told you i was going to sit in the back tonight.”

it’s like hes been keeping all of his thoughts behind a lock with how fast everything spilled out of his mouth and you take in a breath. “ok now that’s an exaggeration.”

“not really.”

then it falls silent again, hearing the distant horns of cars and you awkwardly shift. he’s right, its not.

then suddenly, his eyes turn from the window to you, and the eye contact catches you off guard, you can make out the slight furrow of his brows and the small pout that rests on his lips—you’ve never seen him look like that. you avert your gaze almost immediately.

but he’s still staring. and it has you nervously tapping your finger on your lap.

“i like you, noona.”

your eyes widen a little. not because of the confession, you knew it was coming eventually. something about this variation of gentleness with his voice that you don’t think you’ve quite heard…ever coming from a man has your heart beat just a little faster. noona? its nothing new coming from taehyun, but your hands still slight dig into the fabric of your skirt. “if that wasn’t already obvious enough.” he says bitterly with a non humored laugh.

you spend the entire night, staring at your blank empty google doc, wallowing in all thoughts related to taehyun. it kind of pisses you off that he’s managed to chip a little away from your wall, you usually disperse any thought that comes up in your head that has to do with him. but now you choose to give yourself a leeway, just a little to think over whether he was being genuine, and whatever happened in the car was taehyun serving his heart on the platter to be so…vulnerable, or if it was just the last trick up his sleeve to lure you in like a toy he can’t have.

but then you remember the little features—the way his brows slightly turned up, the way his bottom lip instinctively stuck out, just a tiny bit—the way his eyes twinkled, just somewhat, as cliché as it is to say, it felt genuine, real.

when taehyun sends you a text that night, with a string of other unread messages from weeks or days ago before it—you come to the conclusion that he likes you, really likes you.

sorry, ignore what i said today

i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable around me any more than you do

your heart swells a little, and simultaneously feel the guilt conscience slowly creeping up on you. maybe you really did misread him this entire time.

so imagine your surprise when the next time you see taehyun, a week later, it’s at a frat party, looking down at a girl clinging onto his arms with those same twinkling eyes, smile, dimples, gentle look—eventually laughing then biting down on his lips as he looks away, the red on tips of his ears making you fume more than you’d admit. you don’t know what it was, what exactly made you insane enough to stomp over to him in long strides, wobbly pushing through the drunks, seeing red as you grab taehyun by the arm when he’s of reach—the surprised look on his face only lasting for a second before you furiously turn around, dragging him away from the confused girl that he was getting way too flirty with.

he could’ve easily shaken off your grip, it was weak, but he followed, he let you take him, only when you push him in a non occupied room and lock the door does he finally say something.

“hey, what the fuck was that—”

then you go for it. throwing all logical justifications and reasoning, you pull him into you harshly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. you don’t know what you expected, up to now it felt like you’ve been on airplane mode, but you know it wasn’t what taehyun returns. even if youre the one who came onto him first, he kisses back even more passionately, leaning into you, so quick to be receptive, hands going up to your cheeks as he lets you walk him hard into the door, latching onto your lips as if its a taste of a drug that has him hooked right from the first dose.

he’s so…desperate, it scares you, and turns you on at the same time. every time you try to pull away a little he reels you back almost immediately following your lips, the kiss becoming open mouthed as he breathes in and gets more and more messy, sloppy—he’s so sloppy, it’s the last thing you expected from him.

you finally manage to pull away, both of you catching your breath, with his lips glistening and red, mouth agape, chest heaving, up and down as he stares stunned.

“wha—um, so—fuck, sorry, no wait—” hes stumbling over his words. again, something taehyun never does. whenever hes spoken to you, it always felt so calculated, like every word hes thought over, because it felt so perfect. hes always collected.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you, with those god damn adorable brown eyes.

“kindly, shut the fuck up.”

his brows twitch a little, but he’s still silent.

your eyes search for something in his, you don’t know what, but it feels like you’ve gotten a green light, sighing. “i wanna fuck you.”

“shit.” he marvels, feeling his breath against your palm, his eyes still just as wide. you don’t know what exactly he’s thinking but if the dick already poking against your thigh was any indication, it was that he wanted it. really bad.

you slip your hand off his lips, then you whisper, fixated on how plump they are, “open your mouth.”

he blinks confused, hesitant until you take it upon yourself to rub your thigh against the tent in his pants, having him almost immediately buckle as he lets out a sinful groan. you should know he’s probably not into what you’re into, so you ease into it, testing the waters as you press yourself flush against him, rubbing your leg up and down against his clothed dick. “feel good?”

“y-yeah, shit, noona, please touch me.”

“i am touching you,” you swipe your hand over his bottom lip, fuck, they really are pretty. and so kissable. you’re shocked you haven’t kissed them sooner.

“no, i want your hand.”

you scoff, he’s so confident with what he wants, and so demanding. bratty. he’s probably so used to dominating. “this isn’t enough? me getting off your crusty dick isn’t enough for you? you’re feeling good, aren’t you?”

you press harder and with no consent of his own, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears running red again. your thumb slips into his mouth, easing into it, slowly, before you fully press on his tongue as the friction of your knees against his cock gets more and more frantic and torturous. “you tell me you like me then decide i’m not worth the headache, a week later you run off to another innocent girl you’ll try to break the heart of after getting your fill. someone needs to keep you in check for becoming such an asshole, no? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding him another finger in his mouth so he can’t retort like you know the smartass in him would do.

he sucks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue licking eagerly…fuck, how badly did you misread him?

but you can tell with the way his eyes involuntarily water, and the way he shakes his vehemently, he still has the audacity to deny everything.

you scoff, slipping them out of his mouth, string of his saliva coating your fingers and shoving that hand down his pants, promplty grabbing his dick, marveling at the soft, wet feel. he already spilled so much pre-cum—slut. he likes this.

“you don’t like me, you have no right to be jea—hahhh..fuck, you can’t be jealous, you c-can’t. shit, faster, faster please noona, noona…” he whines, delirious as he gets lost at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips, clearly getting frustrated with how irritatingly slow you’re tugging at his dick.

“i don’t. i don’t like you. i don’t like slutty men who’re bad.”

he whimpers, and fuck does that noise have you pooling your underwear.

“how have i been bad? how? i’m always good to you, i always—”

you twist your hand a little and his head immedietely falls back against the door, mouth hung open as he lets out pathetic, needy pants, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“like it? is it how you imagined it’d feel to have my hands wrapped around your cock?” you press, kissing down his jawline, hand letting out wet sounds as you jerk him off with more speed

“yes, yes, so much better noona, so much—” he chokes on his own words when you suck on his neck, feeling him let out shuddering breaths. cute.

when you use your other hand to trail up under his shirt, feeling up his muscle, you can hear him gulp, and for whatever reason, it turns you on even more.

“fuck, you’ve been trying to dom me, haven’t you?” he breathes out.

you let out an airy laugh out of your nose, grazing your thumb over his nipple, the hitch of his breath being your undoing. “i have been domming you—this entire time. what, don’t like it when a womans in charge?”

he shakes his head immediately, “no, no, i like it. i really do, i like it a lot. i like it when its you, noona.”

even when you have his mind sent to overdrive, he still knows exactly what to say to have your heart racing, it’s dangerous.

“hm?” you hum, throat dry, trying to forget the comment thats repeating over and over in your head. he likes it when its you. you scoff a laugh, “you really know how to get a girl going huh?”

“would treat you right. give me a chance noona, i’ll treat you like a queen.”

“a queen?” you laugh, then pretend to ponder on it as you play with his bud more, his dick leaking through your hand—he’s enjoying it all too much. “think would like goddess more.”

he moans wantonly when you thumb his tip, then transitioning to jacking off his shaft in frantic speed. that sure gets him delirious. “goddess, goddess, fuck—i’ll treat you like a goddess baby, swear.”

“sure you wouldn’t ghost me?”

his breath hitches again, head dipping into your shoulder, jaw practically hung open, mix of moans and whines spilling out of his mouth dumbly—who would’ve thought, huh? “never. so pretty, you’re so pretty and smart, and and—”

“such a slut, just want your dick touched and you’ll say anything.”

you feel him shake his head, still panting heavily as he grabbles onto you for support. he’s clingier than you expected, he holds onto you so often.

“faster…faster please, ‘m sososo close.” he sobs, his shaky breath fanning on your shoulder.

you chuckle, giving him what he wants, the wet squelching sounds heightening until he breaks. “gonna—gonna-” he spills before he could even finish his sentence, with a high pitched noise he cums in his pants, no doubt creating a big stain in the area of his crotch.

well, shit.

but when he lifts his head, a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over still, you think he might not mind all too much.

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note. long overdue sub taehyun and a noona smut from me 🙏 did they fuck. no. will there be a future continuation of this au. perhaps.

#Taehyun noona kink will forever be the death of me

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k-femdove · 5 months

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Error 429 - Kim Seungmin

characters: sub! seungmin x domme! sex robot (guest appearance by domme! repair staff! reader)

tw: consensual turned dubcon, sex robot, fucking machine, blindfolds, restraints, handjob, fingering, prostate milking, pegging, stimulation all over, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, accidental watersports, depending on how you see it it might be a little scary but trust and believe that seungmin enjoyed it (we interviewed him afterwards), mindbreak kinda?

a/n: inspired by that tweet "accidentally wiring your sex Robot wrong so they fuck you nonstop until the repairman comes in", mentally I am ill, fucking machine gone WRONGUE (or righte?) who's to say, I have no idea how technology works no one come for me, no mf beta it's 3 AM and I just want to finally pos this idc if it's garbage!!!! ca. 5200 words

dividers by @benkeibear

There is a faint echo of metal clinking in Seungmin's otherwise quiet bedroom. He sets down the plier next to him, insistent on putting it in its intended place. There is no sign of his usually neat and tidy room, now there's a wide array of tools spread out right next to where he's sitting. In the far corner of his room, stands a tall rectangle shaped “closet” as it’s called, a loading station for his newest addition. He reads the writing on this closet once again… “LoveBot”, he scoffs, what a lackluster name for such an impressive creation. It really doesn’t do it justice.

He strains his arm out with a huff when he retrieves the adjustable wrench, fixing the last piece of the necessary tool he's planning to use. Seungmin was a secret collector, no one knows of his wide and in-depth selection; maintaining them all is a lot of work. Using most of his time and resources for upkeep is also costly, but he'd give every single bill out of his wallet for the way they throw him over the edge into mindless pleasure.

Bringing the back of his hand towards his forehead, wiping away the forming droplets threatening to run down his face. Finally, he packs up the tools he sprawled out on the floor, dropping them all into his recently acquired toolbox and carefully shoves it to the side. Grabbing the glass panel he moves and turns it in the light, admiring the simple logo before settling it on the front of the unfinished housing and clicking it into place.

The button he pressed on the small black box blinks red twice before slowly turning green in a circular motion and then the "ring menu" is projected right above it. Four different pie-shaped menus appear in front of him, they all seem to have a different purpose. He gently reaches out to it; he flinches back a little when he accidentally reaches through the hologram, causing it to glitch ever so slightly. But he forces himself to be brave and his shaky hand reaches out again but initially he glances down to the guide booklet laying open in his lap, carefully going over the instructions again. He ever so slowly gets the gist of it and begins learning to use the menu; hovering over it and being able to click is truly astonishing to him.

Pressing the circular button in the middle, a rectangular frame is projected to his left side and a clear robotic voice halls through the empty bedroom. It seems to be a short tutorial and guide, but Seungmin feels his cheeks heat up at seeing a humanoid person talk to him as if they're there, in his bedroom, with him. The quick clicks and cut off sentences are heard as he skips the tutorial, pressing harder the more flushed and panicky he grows. The voice finally stops and silence fills the almost empty room again. He shakes his head afterwards and frees himself from the bangs that fell into his face, an embarrassed sigh leaves him. Deep down in the rational part of his brain he knows that they can’t see him, don’t know what he’s going to do… but his face won’t cool down no matter what. He glances towards the robot- the sex robot in the corner of his room, his most recent purchase. It's currently shielded from view, panel door tinted so that only a familiar logo can be seen. He’s a fanatic for toys made by the company “Red Light”, somehow they have never disappointed him. After receiving the monthly newsletter that he’s obviously subscribed to, he spots their new invention and it’s as clear as day that he has to get his hands on it as soon as possible. He remembers the eerie arousal circling around his hips when he spotted the pictures, a bit uncanny how realistic it looks. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he presses a button on the lower right of the menu labeled “LoveBot”.

The glass door suddenly changes and the opaque black tint disappears, revealing the robot inside. The door unlocks with a click and opens partly, they slowly light up, bringing it all to life. A mechanical hiss is heard and it begins to move, gracefully stepping out of the meticulously crafted glass closet, pushing the door with the logo open fully as it scans the room until the eerie eyes land on him. Artificial material of its face lifts into a smile and it blinks, making its way over to him, hips swinging slightly, before standing still again. Its movements are incredibly precise. It greets him politely and he greets back, uncertainty dripping from his vocal cords. Its pre-programmed response reminds him to keep setting everything up. He scratches the back of his head, hanging his head in shame. Even though this isn’t a real person, an unbearable awkwardness fills his body and seeps into his bones.

So, in the ring menu he now tentatively reaches forward, pressing the "preferences" register and is pulled through to a different display, turning and tweaking around the already pre-set settings. Thankfully, there's not a lot to change so he's quick to save and return to the other registers. a few clicks here and there and he finally lands at "commands". tapping his free finger against the carpet he, once again, waits a little. Finally, reaches to his left and drags out a tiny notebook from inside of his underwear drawer, flipping through the pages until he's reached a marked page, sighing in disbelief and embarrassment to himself again. His head feels so heavy as it hangs between his shoulders. It doesn’t help that it is still looking around, as if to scan his room, cold... calculating.

It sends shivers down his spine and those tingles shoot straight to his dick, now stirring in his pants. Fueled by his newfound lust he quickly tries to insert the commands into the menu, sighing in frustration whenever it wouldn't accept a wrong line of the code. When he reaches a certain part in his now convoluted action list, the dam breaks and anger crawls all over his forearms, enraging him. Slamming the enter button over and over, trying to input the command. Nothing he changed seems to be acceptable enough for this stupid computer as it keeps rejecting him. He feels like he's grasping at the straws of his fantasy, not being able to grab on tight enough to fulfill it.

Then a string of strange things happen, the ring menu glitches, in sync with the strange noise the robot next to him makes, shuts down for a second and then pops up again as if nothing happened. He finds himself in front of the command display now, all the previous commands are the same, and his most recent one finally got accepted. He glances over to "her" and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, for now. Ignoring his out of character anger burst he starts subconsciously chewing on his lower lip, biting at the dry skin.

The set of commands will be saved under the name "scenario 1" as he intends to put in many many more in the future, but more pressing matters pull at his brain. Growing very impatient with the throbbing in his pants and the watchful gaze aimed at him. Shifting around on the floor he saves everything again and closes the ring menu, it turns twice, red and blue colors swirling around as the words "shutting down" appear. Not waiting until it powers down fully, Seungmin already stands up and begins removing his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them in a pile next to the LoveHub. He doesn't wish to stain them already, after all he can recite the words from the advertisements by heart and this newest edition sex robot can produce its own lubrication. Usually he'd think about the logistics a little more… but right now all the blood is rushing away from his brain and to his dick. Blind lust leading him to… to her, as if pushed by an invisible force, his legs move on their own. He grabs the blindfold nearby and makes his way over to her.

Meanwhile the unblinking eyes have tiny orange rings around the irises, he follows the way the light shifts and moves around them until they disappear. They focus directly on him. He feels like a deer caught in headlights, he's afraid to speak first, unsure how to approach…a machine. So he stretches out the blindfold towards her.

"Now running 'Scenario 1', begin?" She informs him matter-of-factly.

With a shuddery breath he answers with "Yes."

The robot is quick to reach out, walking towards his half naked form, grabbing the first toy and getting behind him, it touches his face first, the cold hands attaching the blindfold with an alarming speed. Cold arms wrap around his flushed, shaking body and hold him surprisingly gently for a machine. They begin rocking back and forth ever so slightly, it's a loving and intimate gesture. He bites his lip in shame. Seungmin feels even more humiliated at the fact he needs a robot to hug him and hold him close in the privacy of his own home. But he doesn't want to be treated harshly, he'd rather be loved and praised and admired. If he needs a "LoveBot" to fulfill his desire… then so be it. He hums in satisfaction and the robot answers in the way he typed it out before, following his script to a T.

"Is this alright, Seungminnie?"

How embarrassing. He forgot he put in a pet name for himself. But he can't deny the way his heart clenches a little in delight. And he puts his hand over her cold one and squeezes twice.

"Is squeezing two times an affirmative action?"

He forgot to put in all of his mannerisms… he affirms her question out loud and she stiffens before stating: "Updating 'communication' section. Please wait."

It's jarring, the difference in her actions and her words. She holds him so tightly but speaks so coldly. He catches himself already grinding his ass back onto her, ears growing unbearably hot when he realizes. He doesn’t stop however. He doesn't want to stop. A deep and hidden desire to be needy, to show his more unsightly side is very very strong. He doesn't want to wait, he wants to be pampered now.

"Update finished, proceed with 'Scenario 1'?"

"Proceed." He shifts around nervously.

His literal fantasy is coming to live right here, right now. It’s an unbelievable feeling. It continues as the machine makes him walk towards his own bed, still hugging him from behind, now even whispering near his ear, repeating the vulgar words he put into the LoveHub before. He bites his bruised lips again as he lets it all happen, lets himself be adored and desired. Since he can’t see, he becomes a little afraid of stumbling, not wanting to have a heavy piece of machinery land on his back, let alone shoulder those heavy repair costs. But worries and doubts quickly subside as the hands around his body hold him tightly. He feels safe. He also yelps in surprise when one hand detaches from his abdomen and slides into the waistband of his underwear, she's grabbing onto his erection while he tries to pat around and feel his mattress. Are they at his bed already? After hesitantly reaching out in the dark he feels the familiar softness and leans his weight on it, supporting himself by keeping his palms on the soft blanket and mattress. with a slow and precise rhythm she starts jerking him off, dragging her hand up towards his needy tip and then down in a torturous pace. He shivers against the cold material engulfing him and hangs his head low again as the pleasure takes over. He hums lowly with every slow stroke and even grinds back up into her unnaturally hard hips. The smooth external material makes it easier for him to grind back. Basically gliding around. The pacing of the handjob becomes more relentless, speed increasing as time goes on, just as instructed. He's already so close and he whispers it out, one line of script unlocking the next one right away. He jerks and twitches in delight as the first orgasm washes over him. He soils his underwear, cumming inside as the now warmer hand practically milks him for all he's worth. Coming down from his high he flinches when the overstimulation all of a sudden hits him. Strange, there's supposed to be a pause here, so he can recover and they can keep going.

Instead of his well deserved break, the robot seems to be skipping a few lines of script, jumping straight to the next. With the tight grip on his softening dick, she leans her hips back and he hears the mechanical whirrs and three clicks, even a bubbling sound. Using one hand to pull down his underwear, he shivers and shifts from one leg to the other. He still hasn't recovered from his high, but he did write the commands… Perhaps he forgot to add the pauses? Then he's in for an exhausting evening, he's incredibly glad that the walls are more or less soundproof. The last thing he needs is questioning looks from the neighbors when he grabs his newest package, delivered straight to his door.

Every LoveBot comes with a sort of “safeword” , a failsafe if you will, so he dismisses his worries rather quickly. The only thing on his mind is that he wants it emptied, not using his brain for once, at least for a little while.

A lubed up finger against his rim cuts off his line of thought. A breathy sigh leaves him, and one shaky hand wipes the sweat from his temples, trying to focus on the feeling again. His senses are heightened by his loss of vision, so the gooey liquid against his rim has delicious shivers running down his spine already. Even accidentally tugging at his own dick when he squirms too much; the robot never lost her constant grip. Already knowing the script he braces himself for the intrusion, leaning even further down, doing his best to arch his back when his legs are already so shaky. Then when the skinny finger starts wiggling inside, past the first tight ring of muscle, she leans towards his ear again and continues the dialogue.

"You're being so good, my Seungminnie."

He just nods desperately. He wants to be good, he wants to be praised more.

"You take it so well, you're so beautiful like this."

His throat closes up, he feels a little teary hearing these comforting words during such a vulnerable moment.

"You're so strong, it's okay you can let go…”

He can’t help the whiny moan escaping him in response.

“Let go for me. Just take the pleasure."

He sighs and nods, trying to ignore the way he saw those exact words reflected back to him on that holographic screen. Shaking his head as if to shake the internal nagging off, accidentally making his bangs brush against his cheek, tickling him ever so slightly.

He wants to give an obedient answer but is caught short by a long drawn out moan, her long cold fingers pressed right into his prostate, reaching it with such ease it almost makes him envious. The pleasure rushes straight to his head and down to his lower abdomen, a delicious sensation making goosebumps rise on the skin of his thighs and forearms. After experimentally prodding twice and hearing the affirmations through his cries, she brings a second finger inside, he even begins to feel the slight dent at her fingertips, that’s probably where all this lube is coming from. The loud squelching penetrates his ears as he's being fingered open, prostate being hit dead-on over and over again. The knot in his tummy forms again and the pleasure swirls around his hips and all the way down to his thighs and makes his toes curl in the end. Even subconsciously his back arches further. The moans, he lets them out freely, even louder than usual. He's already close again but is pushed over the edge immediately when the hand around his dick begins moving again, dragging itself right up against the dribbling head, stimulation on both his prostate and sensitive tip becoming too much.

The robot is circling her warmed up metallic fingers right around his frenulum and squeezing tightly, his knees nearly give out under him. Shuddery gasps escape him, never ending as the pleasure never lets up. The layout and feel of his own bedroom around him flickers in and out of his awareness. This time he cums in long ropes, all over his sheets as the orgasmic shivers run down his spine. It feels incredible, it feels too good. He’s let go and nearly falls onto the bed, only holding himself up on his shaky and exhausted limbs. His feet slowly slip further away. He tries to catch his breath first and foremost, the intensity of the orgasm causing his ears to ring ever so slightly. Awareness of the room around him slowly returning after a few seconds.

In his haze he barely picks up on more mechanical whirring, deep inside the robot's pelvis, only half-snapping out of it when it takes away her fingers, slowly dragging them out of his now sloppy hole and instead something harder and much bigger prods at his hole. Already? He’s growing uncertain in his own memory. He really must have forgotten to add the pauses and breaks in between actions in the commands.

Caught off guard once again, the appendage prods at his hole, not waiting for him, almost uncaring. And it's already sinking further inside his velvety walls. A long, drawn out and choked up moan escapes him, shaky arms eventually giving out under him, much too tired to play along and he lays his upper body down on the mattress. In doing so he accidentally let the dildo slip out of him. It doesn’t take even a second and he feels the hands grab his hips and pull them back onto the strap, finding his twitchy hole and sliding it even further than before, making him choke on the air he’s trying to catch and force down to his lungs. Only when she’s sure that she’s fully inside of him again, does she seem satisfied, Seungmin can’t even see the green light around her irises. Then, in a repeated motion he’s pushed forward and dragged back, practically manhandling him. The effortless strength and the way he’s being pleasured… he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach. He clenches around the intrusion over and over again, dick twitching whenever the semi-hard material hits his already battered prostate again. Gripping the sheets so tightly he’s sure his knuckles are turning white, he writhes and twitches uselessly in the sheets, but is ultimately too exhausted to try and actually get up. He’s got nowhere to run even if he tries, body trapped between a mattress and a hard strapon from the LoveBot. His legs shake as he feels yet another climax approach rapidly, the time intervals between his orgasms are getting closer and closer. Once again, other than the constant slapping of skin to metal, there is mechanical whirring to be heard behind him. This time… further up? Is it her head?

Another pair of hands, grab at his arms and begin pulling them behind his back, holding his wrists together with one hand. The other hand, now free, reaches forward and finds its way to his chest, rubbing one nipple with cold precision. His hips twitch harshly in response. It's becoming too much, too much to handle. He mutters out the command, the safeword, the failsafe.

Nothing happens.

The pleasure, the amazing pleasure slowly takes over his mind. When one of the two hands on his hips lets go and reaches forward he can only press out a panicked “Wait! If you touch the tip now it'll-” and her hand makes contact with his leaky red tip, he cums with a whiny and drawn out “it'll feel too good!” followed closely by a deep shuddery sob.

Now, a sort of catharsis has taken over his brain. The stress of his job, embarrassing social situations and his uncertainties from before are all forgotten while he cums once again, leaking out into a tiny puddle underneath him. Nothing else is on his mind as he tries to recover from his fourth orgasm, body worn out and exhausted. He can’t help but want more.

He’s flipped over so easily, body so malleable, as his hands are held together above his head. He feels hands hook underneath his knees and push them up to his chest, folding him in half. He feels the weight of her mechanical body on top of him as she inserts her dick inside of him again, the slapping of skin echoing in the room as he moans freely and loudly. Now his soft dick lies on his stomach, twitching uselessly every now and then, difficulty getting hard again after so many orgasms coursing through his body. Satisfaction still rocks his entire body as his insides are stirred up deeply. Pleasure spiking suddenly when the dildo inside of him started vibrating at an intense frequency out of nowhere. He jerks and screams roughly in response. It’s too much. He can’t get enough of it. He wants to be pushed more.

But the pleasure is really too much.

He does try to free his hands, and with the help of the sweat covering his shaky body he frees one hand and blindly reaches forwards to push at the robot above him, pressing his hand twice into the unmoving surface of her body, he’s not sure what for. But it’s all useless; he's weakened from the near constant overstimulation to even get her to budge. He slowly makes a fist and tries to smack the side of his fist against her thrusting hips twice. Nothing happens. He tries to push at another part of her body, laying his palm flat against it as he tries it. Nothing again. Why… Why won’t she stop?

Panic slowly fills Seungmins brain. As much as it allows anyway, unable to ignore the pleasure shocking his entire body from head to toe. He crumbles against the pleasure again. His body shakes with another orgasm, dick leaking a runnier substance out this time. He shakes and holds onto her tightly as her pace never lets up even for one second. Hips slapping into his own, skin slowly turning pink from the constant impacts. Why hasn’t she said anything lately? Seungmin’s logical brain finally catches up and he tries to think. Through the constant thrusts his brain function is cut down by a good percentage, he lays his head sideways towards where the Hub would be and hopes that the friction between his blanket and blindfold can make it loosen, even slightly.

And so it does. He finds himself helpless against the vibrations deep inside of his tummy and quickly light floods his vision again. He squints and tries to make out his surroundings. Leaning to the side as much as he can, he looks towards the computer, some kind of holographic text has popped up, he can’t make out the letters from here. He curses out loud as he leaks all over his stomach again, being forced to throw his head back. She grabs him again and tries to force him into the third position he put in the scenario. Turning them both around with ease and precision, so his back is facing the holographic text. He finds himself with his head against her shoulder as she lifts him up, holding him closely against her body, once more inserting the dick without a second to breathe. He finds himself ashamed again, he wanted to feel close and safe in someone's arms, who knew he’d find himself in such a strange situation. He involuntarily wraps his arms around her shoulders as he’s being bounced up and down the vibrating dick, screaming in astonishment at the pleasure coursing through his body, his toes curl involuntarily as he’s being fucked mercilessly in the air. It feels so good. Tears run down his face as he sobs his moans out, scrambling to hold on tighter to his only companion. His heart skips a beat and he nearly finds himself in his hazy fucked out mind again, until he sees the red light from the text reflected in a window nearby.

What should he do? Well… what can he do, really?

Usually an intelligent and quick thinker, he tries making plans while time is running, harshly being dragged closer to the bottomless abyss of pleasure. Not given much time to think it through clearly, he gives into the first instinct that takes over.

Using his body, he tries to lean backwards, putting his entire weight against two pairs of arms holding him safe and close. They might be strong but Seungmin doesn’t give up and strains even further until they give out slightly and the robot ends up leaning forward and he can finally tilt his head far enough to read the text, albeit upside down, more clearly now. He doesn’t have long until the robot stands up straight again, pulling him close and continuing to thrust into his sloppy hole over and over again. The constant stream of lube flowing into him begins dribbling out, right underneath where their bodies become one. He gasps. He moans. In the end he even screams when another dry orgasm washes over him. Shortly after he feels a familiar sensation and a clear liquid trickles out of his overwhelmed dick, running down in between them and joining the lube puddle underneath. He sniffles and sobs as he tries to think back to the text and it takes him an embarrassingly longer time than usual to turn the letter in his head. The red light keeps fading in and out as Seungmin has no other choice than to try and sink his nails into her shoulders as she begins plowing into him again.

“Error: 429!”

What does that even mean?

“Seriously? This is the third one this week, Hyunjin!” You set down your mug near the sink and turn to your coworker. He flinches back at your loud tone and shrugs his shoulders in defeat.

“Mr Lee wants you to go check since you’re the expert on the LoveBots… I… I could come with you if you'd like!” He tries to sound enthusiastic while your frown grows worse by the second. Poor guy, he’s still new here and doesn’t want to make a bad impression on anyone, always so polite.

You scoff and deny him, “Expert, my ass.” You are in a bad enough mood as is. “I swear I’ll quit if I have to fix one more garbage bot after this.”

Leaving your half empty mug at the sink for someone else to clean up, you walk past your colleague and head to the stairs that lead to the ground floor.

“Error 429” You had read the words on your work phone again after pulling into the parking lot near a big apartment complex. You wonder what impatient asshole had to do to even get the “too many requests” error message.

Sighing in frustration, you kill the engine and gather yourself before unlocking the door and stepping out, making your way towards the building.

Knocking loudly twice didn’t work. Not wanting any weird stares from the neighbors around, you use the masterkey, previously handed over by the landlord, and hesitantly open the door. Announcing yourself loudly before stepping in, not keen on finding a half-naked person yelling at you over their LoveBot being broken, demanding compensation or even worse… hitting on you instead in their unfulfilled sexual frustration.

But it’s suspiciously quiet. Listening into the apartment for any sign of life you freeze in the entry. There. The faintest panting can be heard. You sincerely hope this wasn’t a false alarm some voyeur set up on purpose, to have you walk in on them fucking their LoveBot. You’ve just about had it and are not entirely sure if you wouldn’t strangle this stranger right then and there, just for the inconvenience. Uncertain steps lead you towards the bedroom door, and you open it slowly.

The sight might have given you the biggest whiplash you have ever received in your career. A handsome young man, naked sweaty body covered in slight pink bruises. His sweaty bangs covering his opaque, glazed over eyes slightly. The fucked out expression turn ever so slowly towards you, too far gone to react in an appropriate timely manner. The LoveBot has him, in what seems to be, a death grip, arms wrapped around the poor man so tightly, appendage still inside of him. Poor guy couldn’t get away even if he tried. You look away, almost afraid of getting caught in this entrancement. Subtly pressing your thighs together when arousal creeps its way out of the depths of your frustrated mind, traveling down between your legs. Sexual frustration rears its ugly head in the worst of times, doesn’t it. When you notice his chest heaving you also discover his nipples, now puffy, are standing up, as if begging for attention. The closer you step a faint and low buzzing coming from his abdomen can be heard. You eye the room around him and keep a mental note of the LoveHub nearby, the Error message is still fading in and out. Many other things can be spotted, like the knocked over box of tools, the strewn apart sheets laying bunched up in the middle of the room or the peculiar puddle of liquids underneath the LoveBot and the mysterious, yet handsome, pervert. It seems like the robot has become unmoving, leaning closer you spot the faint red ring around the irises. Its battery is low. Explains why the vibration keeps humming away lowly inside of him. You glance down at the handsome and perverted stranger.

His soft dick twitches uselessly as he giggles in a sweet tone, delirious from the overstimulation.

You try to introduce yourself as the repair staff from Red Lights, and he doesn’t react to it at all, instead he squirms slightly in the LoveBots lap while panting loudly. Once again, you try to introduce yourself but his thighs flex and he slaps his legs together suddenly and starts shaking for a second, before slumping against the metallic body behind him again. This man - really just orgasmed in front of you. You’re almost offended but when he tries to bring his feet up to the knees of the LoveBot you decide to observe for now.

When he looks up at you, and gives a sweet smile while opening his legs further, you throw all common sense out of the window. Impulsively turn off your work phone, and quickly step around the mess to close the bedroom door, clicking the lock into its place. You’re gonna quit this job anyway, so it should be alright to indulge, at least once… right?

After getting back to him, you lean down and try to catch his gaze again.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” And Seungmin bites his lips in and gives an exhausted grin while nodding his head slowly. He wants more.

#lord...#seungmin will get to me EVERY TIME #this is everything i ever wanted #god im getting dizzy just thinking ab it #sub! skz #domme!reader #dove discovers 📓

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Everything you write is mouthwatering

Super shy !

genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack

Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college student customer ! reader

Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (can’t be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,

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As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what you’d usually order anyway, Soobin couldn’t help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.

Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!

Realistically, no.

But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.

And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until he’s snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes it’s not evident right now.

“S-sorry…What did you say?” He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.

With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, “I said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?” If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.

“Ah right... That’s ₩7500. Cash or card?”

You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didn’t find that weird.

You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before you’re leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. He’ll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-

“You’re such a virgin.”

His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.

“Just shut up.” Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.

"You’re pinker than the pink macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.

So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. “Am not.”

“Are too! Anyway, all I’m saying is that interaction was painful to watch. You’re really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.” Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.

Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"

"S-s-SO!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyu’s cheeks also become the equivalent to the pink macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed, his cocky demeanour easily replaced.

“Well, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesn’t actually matter. It doesn’t mean anything really.” Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.

Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. You’re just saying all that to make yourself feel better because you’re a loser LMAO."

"I’ll punch you right now."

"Then we'll both be fired~”

A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they don’t seem like they’re going to stop anytime soon.

Soobin doesn’t expect to see you again, in complete honesty, he’s almost forgotten you exist after you never come again. But he’s in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding !, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the came and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.

You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. “You have like, icing all on your nose.”

“O-oh. I do?” He points at himself and you nod in reply. Hefeels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the flour off his nose to not make himself not look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .

“Ah wait no. Let me do it!” You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.

And that was the end of soobin. The end.

You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesn’t think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a ₩50000 note when it was only ₩5000 change, the list goes on and on. He’s actually surprised he hasn’t lost his job yet.

And there’s also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time you’re in sight, too much of a pussy.

“I’m calling an intervention.” Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, “Soobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. It’s painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. That’s it. We’re going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.”

“But-”

“I said no buts!”

“You know I hate clubbing.”

“You’ve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.” Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.

“So? I know I’ll hate it.”

“You’re such a hater bro.”

“Yes I am. And I take pride in it. I’m a hater of everything.”

Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.

Unfortunately there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and that’s how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway, sitting off the to side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. He sighs as he drinks his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.

In the dimly lit club, soobin’s discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. It’s that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. “Hey! You work at that bakery on campus! I go there!”

Soobin’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink straw as he splutters on his straws and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm omfg. Act cool and mysterious. Omg! It’s you! You’re speaking to him?!

“So These things not really your scene huh?”

“Gee. How did you ever notice?” Soobin attempts to smile and joke but it comes off a little awkward and nervous.

You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time you’ve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. “I’m very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.”

He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. “No but yeah, I’d much rather be at home right now sleeping. Can’t say I’m much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you don’t even know with terrible rave music and and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warning”

“I get it.” You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. “So why are you here then though?”

“Friend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.” Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.

“Oh you’re a Virgin?”

Soobin’s ears go red when he realises what he said to you. “O-oh um y-yeah I guess…”

“Are you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?” You question, genuinely surprised.

“God no. Just never happened. I don’t really care for things like that. It’s probably overhyped anyway and doesn’t even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.”

“You think so?” You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. “Well maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself~” Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because the of some of the alcohol you’ve had making you slightly tipsy now. “…wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please.” Soobin’s eyes widen even more at your suggestion and he’s more than happy to get out of here with you especially.

“Umm your friend is a bit….out of it right now.” You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around he’ll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.

“He’ll be…he’ll be fine I’m sure”

Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer he’s been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?

You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobin’s ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.

You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, “Are you okay Soobin?”

He’s only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. He’s so out of it just from making out with you it’s crazy. But so cute too.

“C-can you…can we…just want…”

“What do you want, baby?” You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.

“W-want you…”

“What do you want me to do?” You giggle and coo at him.

He shyly shows you the boner he’s had this entire time. You can’t believe he got a boner just from some kissing. “Can you-will you touch me…please? Need it…” He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.

“Are you sure?”

He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didn’t think he’d be that big.

You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.

You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. It’s endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.

You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.

With a sudden yelp you feel Soobin’s cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.

He doesn’t lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and he’s hard again. “W-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?” He practically begs, still panting out.

“Are you really sure, Soobin? With me?”

“Yes please! Only want you.”

You study his face for any hesitancy but it’s clear he’s so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.

When you’ve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobin’s jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or you’ll be disappointed and he doesn’t want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.

“You good, baby?”

“M’ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.” Soobin shakes out.

You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.

“I’m ready now…” He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.

So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobin’s mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.

“Better than you thought, baby?” You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.

“So much better. O-oh my god, f-fuck…ah!” So maybe sex wasn’t overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like he’s gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times he’s touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.

It’s not along at all before Soobin can’t hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitiching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?

After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.

“You know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever walk in~” You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.

“W-wait you knew I liked you?” Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.

You laugh, “Come on, you made it rather obvious.”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and irriating when fics have such little reblogs ☹️. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it make writers want to actually write :)

A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise 😭

#dove discovers 📓#loser soob is everything

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k-femdove · 6 months

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During the Party

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

a/n: second part to this post

synopsis: Seeing you get hit on by Yeonjun during a frat party makes Kai do things he knows he'll regret. You take this opportunity to test to see how far Kai is willing to go to please you, at the expense of his dignity.

warnings: MDNI 18+, semi-public oral (f receiving),, Yeonjun is more involved, cum eating (sorry it's my speciality), jerkin off, forced!voyeurism, alcohol/weed mentions, reader is mean mean mean!, kai is just a wee lad, hair pulling, kai is referred to as a dog, idk that's it

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Sucking Kai's cock became a way to pass time. In the library, the back of the abandoned buildings, the nearby park deep into the night. It really didn't matter where, your throat just craved to be stuffed with him. Kai was still hesitant, but after a few more times of cumming in your mouth, he let up his protests.

You couldn't do that forever though, and you were getting rather bored of your activities with him. It's how you ended up at the party Yeonjun's fraternity was hosting. The music was loud, the living room was packed with sweaty bodies, and your head was spinning from the smoke clogging the air.

Your eyes were scanning the sea of bodies for your next fuck. There were a few potential candidates, but you couldn't find the energy to talk to them. It would be much better if they were like Kai. Easy, but not in the sense that they've been around. More like they couldn't say no, that they couldn't manage to stand up for themselves.

Pathetic. You've gotten used to Kai's pathetic self that putting energy into sleeping with anyone else turned you off.

A sudden pair of slender fingers grabbed your waist, and you opened your mouth to tell them to fuck off before you saw the familiar face. Yeonjun had sunglasses on, his hair slicked back, and a simple black tank top that screamed I'm here to get fucked tonight. You've messed with Yeonjun more than once, and his easy going personality made it easier for you to sit back and let him do all the talking.

He’d do for now.

"Funny seeing you here," a lazy smile sits on his face. You turn to face him fully, matching his smirk. "Funny? Why’s that?" You fold your arms across your chest as you regard him. He lifts his shades to rest them on his forehead, "You've been gone a lot. Ignoring my calls, ghosting me. I think this is the first party you've turned up to in weeks. That's not like you."

As tempting as it is to roll your eyes, he's right. You have been absent from your usual tendencies. His observations irk you, "Why do you care? Not getting enough pussy?" Yeonjun is quick to notice your clipped tone, but he ignores it. "Me? Not getting enough pussy? I don't think that's possible. You should see the chicks that throw themselves at me. Not that I can blame them, I'd fuck me too."

Now you're done with the conversation. His cockiness is something you thought you've grown accustomed to, but 'hanging out' with Kai so much made you favor the opposite. You turn on your heel to escape Yeonjun, but he follows suit behind you. "Come ooonn I was joking! Well...kinda. Honestly my dick has been lonely. I heard some horndogs going at it in a bathroom a while ago and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind."

You stop walking abruptly and whirl to him. "In the bathroom? The one in the library?"

Yeonjun's eyes light up, "Yeah! You heard it too?" You smile and laugh, "Well yeah I heard it. I was the one in the stall." Yeonjun's eyebrows go up in surprise, and he chuckles in disbelief. "Bullshit. Who was the lucky guy?" Rather than answering, you lift your hands to trail your fingers over his broad shoulders. He tenses for a second, then relaxes as your hands travel down to his navel.

"How about I show you what I did huh? Wouldn't that be more fun?" Yeonjun smiles widely at your request and reciprocates your touches. He grabs two handfuls of your ass, pushing your body to be chest to chest with him. You can feel the heat that radiates off his body, the lust in eyes. This is what you need. Not some wimpy boy who eats his own cum on command. But a man who-

Another pair of hands yank you away from Yeonjun rather harshly. This person is bigger, thicker, but the way he's shaking is what catches your attention the most. Yeonjun reaches for you immediately, looking both confused and concerned.

"Holy shit Kai? Is that you?"

You freeze at Yeonjun's words. Then the body behind you begins to feel familiar, too familiar. You whip your head to see Kai's nervous expression. He doesn't even regard Yeonjun, instead locking eyes with you. There's no doubt in your mind that Kai is beyond terrified. Back in middle school, you and Yeonjun used to torment him. It wasn't until halfway through highschool that Yeonjun moved past bullying.

"God damn it is. You look good man! I didn't even know you were going here, haha." For the first time in your life, you're thankful for Yeonjun's obliviousness. Kai's eyes shift to his for a brief second, "You too." There's no maliciousness in his voice, not even fear like you thought. He sounds worried, nervous, upset.

Oh.

The grip on your waist, the eye contact Kai maintains, his pained expression. It doesn't take a scientist to figure out why he's here embarrassing himself. Kai's jealous. He's jealous that you're here to fuck another man, that you've started ignoring him a few days ago. Though his hands are shaking, he's content with not letting you go. He’s so desperate you can't help but find it cute.

It would be better to tell him to buzz off. You came here with the intention of putting no effort into your pleasure, but Kai's presence makes you ache for him. Like you miss him. It's a thought you shove far, far away into the depths of your mind. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to keep Kai for the night; he looks like he'd do anything to stay with you.

"Aw shit. Sorry Yeonjun. Me and Hyuka had something to do and I totally forgot. Bye." You don't stay to hear his complaints, instead grasping Kai's wrist and taking him to the other side of the house. Kai is silent as you both weave through the bodies of people. He doesn't say a peep when you open the door to the basement, closing it behind you two.

Yeonjun and his frat brothers had a man-cave that was off limits to everybody. But being Yeonjun's 'special' friend gave you some perks. You made your way down the stairs to plop yourself on the couch. Kai stood awkwardly beside you, unsure of where to place himself.

When he does decide to sit next to you, you shake your head. "Nope. Here." You snap your fingers and point to the floor between your legs. Kai hesitantly approaches, getting on his knees in front of you. He looks perfect, like he belongs down there.

You spread your legs open, hiking your dress above your waist to show yourself. Kai's eyes widen and he gulps, "I-this wasn't what I-"

"You embarrassed me tonight Hyuka. Do you know that?" His expression turns guilty, a frown on his face as he nods. "You got in the way of me having fun. Acting like you're some boyfriend to me. Don't you think you owe me for ruining my night?"

Kai glances at your clothed cunt then to your eyes. "I'm sorry," he speaks softly. His smooth voice makes you shiver with arousal. "Well," you look at him unimpressed. "Go ahead and show me how sorry you are." Kai's mouth opens to protest but you cut him off. "And don't give me that shit that you've never eaten pussy before. There has to be something you've learned from all that porn you watch."

He snaps his mouth shut and blushes. That's exactly what he was going to say, but it wasn't because he didn't want to. You've given Kai head countless times, and he's never had the opportunity to reciprocate. It wouldn't be unreasonable to say that he thinks about it, even dreams about it when he's away from you. There's nothing Kai wishes more than to taste your sweetness, he's just worried about his lack of experience.

Still, you're laying yourself on a platter so nicely for him. He can see the outline of your clit through your thin underwear. Carefully, he uses his finger to trail your crevices. Kai's digit lightly drags up and down your pussy. You can’t help but twitch, your hips slightly jumping from the ghostly sensation.

It's not necessarily confidence, but curiosity that makes him eager. Kai wants to know what makes you wet, what pulls the pretty moans from your throat, how your cream would taste on his tongue. He can feel the plushness of your lower lips. The wetness of your pussy sounds like music to his ears.

His teasing touches get you restless. There's a part of you that tells you to wait, that Kai might get overwhelmed from his first time seeing a cunt. But the need in your gut and the way your hips keep thrusting upwards to hump his hand wins out in the end.

You use one hand to pull your underwear to the side, shivering at the cold air. Kai's breath gets caught in his throat and his tongue pokes out to lick his lips. Your other hand reaches for your folds to spread them open. You softly hum at the intensity of Kai's stare, pulling at your pussy a little harsher.

"You like it Hyuka? You ever seen a pussy this close before?" You sound a little breathless, but Kai finds that insanely attractive. "Never...it's beautiful." The warmth of his breath on your cunt makes you whimper.

The compliment doesn't fail to give you little butterflies in your stomach. "Oh yeah? I think it tastes better than it looks." To prove your point, you use the hand that was stretching you open to collect your juices. Kai's eyes never leave your hand even as you place your fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them.

His Adam's apple bobs and his eyes twinkle like a kid seeing their favorite ice cream. You exaggeratedly moan as you taste yourself, "Your turn." Without waiting for Kai's response, you grip the back of his head and force him into your cunt.

There's no protesting or hesitation once his lips are on your aroused ones. He buries his face between your legs and his arms wrap around the underside on your thighs. Kai's a little too enthusiastic with his aggressive licks, but his little grunts make up for his lack of experience.

He's never tasted anything so good. Kai was thinking that it might taste like his own cum but he could not be more wrong. Your flavor is a natural musk that has him straining in his pants already. If this is how you tasted all the time, Kai thinks there couldn't be a day where he wouldn't eat you out.

His tongue flicks at your nub on occasion, but he seems to be focusing on your entrance instead. You keep a firm grip on the top of his head and guide him back up to your clitoris. "Here Hyuka. Don't make me tell you again." Kai nods at your order and centers at your sweet spot.

You don't bother looking away from Kai. It might be a little too intimate to keep eye contact while he laps at your cunt, but you love seeing him so pliant. It's a huge power trip you've accepted when giving him head. It didn't matter who was on their knees, you both knew who was in control.

Kai was a quick learner. He figures out you really like when his nose brushes against your bud while his tongue lapps deeper into you. Your hips start grinding on his face, and his heart swells with pride. It feels good knowing Kai could do this to you. Even if you were mean to him, he still felt like he owed you this pleasure.

There's no way Kai's face is still dry after dragging it up and down your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care about how dirty he gets, only that you chased the high you've been neglecting yourself from. You don't care about how loud you're being either. Not that it matters anyway, the hollering from upstairs is enough to cover up your sounds.

The first signs of your orgasm course through your body. Your legs tense around him and you throw your head back. "Ah~Hyuka, don't stop. Feels so good." Kai doubles down, knowing there’s no way he could get tired of your taste no matter how many times you came on his tongue.

Your cunt starts contracting around nothing, longing to be stuffed. You close your eyes and imagine how Kai's cock would fill you up so nicely. He might be pretty sloppy with his thrusts, but it would get the job done in making you cream around him. As much as you want him inside you, you know that you both would reach the point of no return if that happens.

Your obsession would turn into something you don't think you're ready for.

Instead, you'll have to settle for asking for his finger. He might struggle in the beginning, but he'll get the hang of it.

"Hyuka," you try and steady your voice. "Finger m-" You're cut short by footsteps descending the steps. Kai tries to rip himself from you, but you slam your thighs shut to keep him in place. He struggles for a second, but the feeling of your soft skin surrounding him pacifies him.

Familiar orange hair peeps from the stairs as Yeonjun makes his way down. He looks at you surprised for a moment, then his eyes travel to the hostage between your legs. Being the dramatic person he is, Yeonjun jumps at the sight. "What's going on here?"

Kai stiffens at Yeonjun's voice, and he looks at you pleadingly. As if saying get him out of here please. You turn your attention back to Yeonjun and shrug, "Nothin'. I'm kinda busy right now." Rather than taking the cue and leaving, he goes down the remaining stairs and slowly walks over to you. He lifts his sunglasses to rest on his head, "Doesn't look like nothing. Who ya suffocating down there?"

Once something grabs Yeonjun's interest, it's practically impossible to get rid of him. There's nothing you can do other than watch Yeonjun plop himself on the couch beside you. He shows no shame in staring at Huening Kai between your legs. Yeonjun lets out a little chuckle, "So is this what you and Kai had to do?"

You nod, pushing the hair from Kai's face. His eyes have welled up with tears and his cheeks a bright pink. From oxygen deprivation or embarrassment, you aren't sure.

Yeonjun's eyes never leave Kai's face, darting from your pussy and his wet face. "Well don't let me stop you, carry on," it's only amusement in Yeonjun's voice.

You can feel your heart drumming in your chest, and the little trembles in Kai's hands. You've never tried to explore having sex in front of someone, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you. The thought of Yeonjun's eyes and Kai's mouth on you is exhilarating, and you can feel your cunt throb in excitement.

"You heard the man Hyuka. Go ahead." You spread your legs and allow Kai to take in a deep breath. He takes a few gulps of air before he shakes his head. "I can't." He speaks so softly, as if he would break if he said it any louder.

One of your eyebrows raise from his refusal. It's been a while since Kai has denied you, and you don't really have the time to play into it right now. You were torn from your orgasm minutes ago, your high was still nestling in your stomach waiting to be released.

"You can't?" You question. "What do you mean you can't?"

Kai doesn't answer you, insistent on shaking his head as his response. You groan and roll your eyes, I don't have time for this bullshit.

"Yeonjun," you call to the man beside you. "You'll eat my pussy won't you?" Before Yeonjun has the opportunity to respond, Kai immediately begins to protest. "Wait! I can do it. I can, I'm sorry." His eyes lock with yours, pleading. His quick obedience makes you shiver, and you involuntarily open your legs a little wider.

"You keep saying you're sorry, but I dunno if you mean it," you tsk. "We have a guest Hyuka, it's rude to keep him waiting."

"I am sorry! I didn't mean it." His words are mumbled as Kai places his lips back on your core. You hum at the warmth of his mouth, lifting your hips up to chase the heat.

Kai isn't as aggressive, most likely nervous from having a one-man audience. But his slower licks make that heat in your belly begin to gently rise once again. His tongue travels into your hole to collect your wetness and bring it back up to your clit. You moan at the flick of his tongue against your nub.

Yeonjun lifts your dress higher and spills your tits from your bra. Your hazy eyes look into his and he licks his lips hungrily. The tension in his jeans gets the better of him, and he unbuckles his belt to relieve himself.

The jingling sound makes Kai peek over at Yeonjun, and there's a slight panic in his eyes. You notice this quickly, and cradle his face in your palm. Kai's gaze turns to yours, and you can see the ease quickly return back. The obvious effect you have on him makes your chest tighten, and you pray it's just because you're turned on.

Yeonjun grips himself and starts pumping his cock. Curses and groans leave his lips as he pleasures himself. The sight of Kai burying his face deep into you leaves Yeonjun yearning to not only spectate, but somehow get a taste of you too.

With one hand steady on Kai, you use your other to play with your exposed breasts. You tug and twist your nipples, jolting in Kai's mouth. Though it's getting difficult to keep your pussy in his hold, Kai finds his confidence to harshly suck on your cunt.

You cry out and try to escape his hot tongue, but his grip on you is firm. The stimulation is borderline painful, but the way you're flooding in his mouth is anything but.

"Oh fuck" Yeonjun's voice startles you for a second, forgetting his presence. His cock is completely hard, his tip swollen red. "That's a good little fuck toy you got there. Listens to every word you say. A good boy huh?"

A lazy smile finds your face as you nod. "Yeah, he is a good~oh shit... good boy. The best boy...isn't that right Hyuka?"

Your praise makes Kai's heart swell, and he happily nods and moans at your words. The movement of his head makes his nose brush against your clit, and you flinch.

Chillsbegin to spread throughout your body. Your moans are getting more frequent, the thrusting in your hips more erratic. Kai's head has begun to hurt from how hard you're gripping his hair, but he's still determined to make you finish.

"Don't stop. Hyuka I'm gonna cum–," you whine.

Stopping was the last thing Kai wanted to do, and he started wondering why he even hesitated when Yeonjun walked in. He was nervous at first, feeling like he couldn't compare to someone who has obviously slept around a lot more. But seeing your reaction and Yeonjun’s enjoyment builds up his self-assurance.

"Shit, I'mma cum too," Yeonjun's slick hands play with his tip. You bite your lower lip and harshly grab the back of Kai's head.

"Stick your tongue out." Kai obeys you immediately, letting you ride his face like a dildo as you reach the beginnings of your orgasm. Your hips stutter and your moans are choked when you cum. You squeeze your tit as your body tightens. Yeonjun's nearby moans coax your orgasm longer, making your legs tremble.

Kai's face is completely soiled in your juices, making it easier for your pussy to grind on his face. His head follows your movements easily, not wanting to miss a second of tasting your cum.

His imagination is nothing compared to what you taste like.

He keeps licking you even when your hips have collapsed back on the couch. Kai shows no signs of stopping even as your moans turn into gasps.

Yeonjun doesn't think he can take much longer, and he stands so his cock hovers over your pussy and Kai's head. The change in movement makes you focus your attention on the very close Yeonjun, and you yank Kai's head back.

A loud smack sound echos in the room when Kai is pulled away from your sensitive cunt. He looks at you as if he's going to complain, but the loud groaning of Yeonjun makes him shut up.

"Go ahead and come on me Yeonjun. Right here." The hand that was playing with your boobs comes down to spread your lower lips open. You avoid your nub while you rub yourself, still too delicate to be touched.

"On my favorite pussy." It's the last coherent sentence Yeonjun says when he cums. His hot spurts land on your lower stomach, your pussy, and the inner parts of your thighs. His thighs shake and he throws his head back as he continues pumping himself. You smear his arousal over your pelvis, bringing a finger to your tongue for a taste.

You moaned around your digit, "Mmm, so much for me."

Kai does nothing but watch as another man defiles you. The jealousy is strong in his body, he can feel the heaviness in his chest. Still, you keep your eyes on Kai. He can see the mischievousness and teasing behind them, and for some reason he feels like you enjoy his envy.

Once Yeonjun comes down from his high, he finally notices the mess on your cunt. "Hold on, lemme get you a towel."

"That won't be necessary. You know what to do Hyuka." There's no resistance in his eyes when Kai sticks his tongue out to clean you up. You can practically feel Yeonjun's jaw drop, disbelief in his features.

"No shit."

Kai's hot tongue promptly licks you up, collecting Yeonjun's cum. You can see Kai scrunch his nose up at the taste, making you giggle. His mouth travels to your stomach, your thighs, and your pussy as he wipes any trace of arousal from you.

"I've trained him well huh? Little puppy just for me," you hum when Kai rolls your bud gently over his tongue.

"This is my favorite part," you say giddily once Kai has collected all the cum in his mouth.

Kai opens his mouth to reveal the white release he's gathered. His eyes sting from the unfamiliar saltiness, but he keeps his tongue out to show you and Yeonjun his hard work. You purr at the sight, sitting up to grab a hold on Kai's face.

You squeeze his cheeks together and force his head to face Yeonjun who's gaping at the sight.

"Swallow."

Unable to keep his eyes open, Kai swallows thickly. You can hear Yeonjun groan at the sight, his soft dick twitching.

You give a few gentle slaps to Kai's face and peck his cheek. "That's my good boy~"

a/n: here's the 2nd part to the huening kai series! I hope ya'll like it! no idea what I'd do for the 3rd part, lmao proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

#oh this is crazy #the swallowing 😵‍💫#dove discovers 📓

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