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scribblemetae · 3 months

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[1:58], Yeonjun & Soobin, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M1 "what? Does that feel good?" & M30 "I promise I'll be gentle"

wc: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), adult language sexual content: threesome, unprotected sex

a/n: I have no excuse lmao pls enjoy this Yeonbin content cause I loved writing it

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You had only meant to check on Yeonjun; to make sure he didn't need a touch up on his makeup. What you didn't expect to happen was for him to make a move.

Ever since you'd become their makeup artist for international events, Yeonjun couldn't deny his attraction to you. He flirted with you often but each time you brushed it off, trying to remain professional. The other artists no doubt had told you that he was just being himself. But he wasn't. He wasn't just playing around. Not with you.

He'd finally managed to catch you alone backstage at Inkigayo in the dressing room as you finished cleaning up. He'd finally made a move, pushing you against the makeup table, his lips crashing against yours. Initially, you'd given in before coming to your senses and pushing him off, reminding him that nothing could ever happen between the two of you.

You tried so hard to ignore his attempts to get you alone after that but he somehow managed to corner you and each time it got harder and harder to resist him. Which is how you found yourself in your current… predicament.

Your skirt was hiked up, panties discarded on the floor of the hotel room, Yeonjun sat on the edge of the bed under you, his black pants undone and pushed halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Your hands rested on his shoulders, breath shaky as you slowly raised and lowered your hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your eyed fluttered shut, a soft moan leaving your lips as you continued.

You felt his hands slide down your back, gripping your ass firmly. "Goddamn," he murmured, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. "You don't know what you do to me." His hot breath fanned over your skin as he guided your movements with his hold on your ass. "You're gonna get me in trouble," you whispered, voice shaking as the tip of his cock brushed against the one spot that had your eyes rolling back.

Opening your eyes, you looked down at him, his black hair falling in his eyes as he looked up at you through heavy lids. You moved one hand to brush the hair out of his vision. "God, you're so beautiful," he moaned. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another deep moan from the back of his throat.

"Jjun," you whined, head falling and your forehead resting against his. You felt his hand make contact with your ass, forcing a hiss out of your lips as your walls clenched around him. You heard him chuckled lightly.

“What? Does that feel good?”

A sudden knock at the door caused your head to snap up. You froze, unable to move or react before the door opened and shut quickly. Light footsteps moved through the suit until Soobin came into view. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. The three of you said nothing, only staring at one another until a smile cracked across Soobin's face.

"I fucking knew it," he said, a dark chuckle escaping from his lips. You looked down at Yeonjun who glanced up at you. Your gaze turned back to Soobin who ran his fingers through his hair.

"I mean, I sort of suspected something was going on but obviously this confirms it," he continued, rambling.

You looked back at him, watching as he shook his head, his blond locks falling into his eyes. Eyes scanning him, you noticed that what he'd walked in on was affecting him, even if he wouldn't admit it. That's when an idea popped in your head.

Turning back to Yeonjun you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

Yeonjun's eyes widened at what you were suggesting. He pulled back to look at you questioningly. You nodded at his silent question and a devilish smirk crossed his features. He turned his head to look at the younger man. "Hey, Soob," he said softly, drawing the blond's attention.

Yeonjun nodded towards the door. "Lock the door," he said, the smirk still present on his face. Soobin looked from his hyung to you. A small smirk was present on your face, too.

Was Yeonjun suggesting what he thought he was? He turned quickly and crossed to the door leading to the hallway, turning the deadbolt and moving the chain before returning to where you and Yeonjun sat.

Yeonjun was the first to speak. He looked at Soobin. "Take out your phone," he ordered. Soobin's eyebrow raised as he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Text Gyu. Tell him you aren't feeling well. Lie, I don't care," he explained. Soobin unlocked the device and quickly typed out a message to Beomgyu.

Yeonjun turned to look at you.

"Hey princess," he whispered, moving one hand to caress your cheek. "Keep going," he said, giving your ass a light smack. You gasped, lifting your hips and sinking back down on him, a groan leaving his lips.

Soobin felt his cheeks burn, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. You glanced over your shoulder, a light laugh escaping you.

"You just gonna stand there and watch?" You asked, drawing his attention. Clearly, he was confused and looked to Yeonjun for clarification.

"W-what?" Soobin stammered.

Yeonjun chuckled and looked over at the younger man. He nodded towards Soobin. "Take off your belt and come over here. I have an idea," he said.

Soobin moved quickly, reaching to undo his belt and followed Yeonjun's instructions, walking over to the bed as you continued to ride Yeonjun. Soobin waited for more instructions.

"Take your belt and bind her hands," Yeonjun said, nodding at the belt in the blond's hands. Soobin hesitated but at Yeonjun's insistence, took your hands behind your back and carefully used his belt to bind your wrists together.

"Done," Soobin said shakily.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Yeonjun scooted further back onto the bed, pulling you with him, making space for Soobin. "Get on the bed and do what I tell you," Yeonjun ordered as Soobin slowly climbed onto the bed. The older man gently took your chin in his hand and turned your head to look at him.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered as you felt Soobin's hands carefully ghost over your body, sliding down your sides and grabbing your hips much harder than you expected him to. You let out a moan as Yeonjun thrust up into you. "Just keep your eyes on me," he whispered as you felt Soobin's lips brush against your shoulder.

The sensation of having two sets of hands on your body was heavenly. You let out a whimper, feeling Soobin's teeth sink into your skin, your walls tightening around Yeonjun's cock and pulling a deep guttural groan from him. "Go easy on her, Soob," Yeonjun said, attempting to regain his composure.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” you heard Soobin murmur, his lips still against your skin as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants with one hand while the other held onto your hip.

Yeonjun looked up, reaching up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, watching as your lips parted. His smile returned as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, almost moaning when your tongue swirled around it. "Oh," he said breathlessly.

"You're in for a long night, sugar."

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scribblemetae · 3 months

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idk if this is allowed but,

threesome with yeonjun and beomgyu

⭑ fetish! | c.yj & c.bg ࿐

⭑ synopsis; when a late night conversation with soju and beer transforms into the calling out of choi beomgyus historical pattern of hook up bluffs the attention eventually shifts to you and your sex endeavors.

⭑ warnings; inexperienced!reader, sort of soft dom!yj & switch!gyu, cunninglingus, gagging, throat fuck, cum eating, unsafe sex, creampie, basically all of them are drunk to some degree, iffy word choice with consent but its all definitely consensual, doll/baby petname, childhood best friends/college au

⭑ note; i don’t know how to feel about this at all and i feel like i might wake up one day and just randomly despise it with my entire being but here is a threesome fic long overdue on this blog, take it with what you will because this might just be the last time i ever attempt to challenge my skills 😭

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

“So what if we didn’t go all the way, I still got to eat her out. Which she loved F.Y.I.”

Yeonjun snorts, downing his drink. “Dude you’re such a loser.”

“Just say you don’t get bitches like I do.”

You don’t mean to, but that’s what breaks your nonchalance, cracking up like that was the funniest thing you’ve heard.

Like clockwork, both of their heads turn to you expectantly, as if remembering that you’re here with them and you know you just messed up. Maybe if you keep looking at your phone they’d know to leave you alone.

This has been a thing since highschool; their dumb Who Gets More Action wars that served almost no purpose but to stroke their young male egos. More times than you could count, you’re for some reason sucked in as the end all be all judge even if there were others present they could go and bother with details of their sex life.

You’re not letting that happen tonight. You will not become Simon Cowell of who fucks more.

“Hey,” Beomgyu starts nudging you with his feet, annoyingly persistent. “Hey hey, get off your phone, what are you laughing at?”

Yeonjun easily swipes your phone from your hands making you throw your head back groaning. God, to hell with him. “Give it back!” you whine. He shrugs, stuffing your phone in his pockets. Asshole.

You glare at him with murder on your mind, but all that gets you is a condescending pout thrown your way.

“Ughhh I’m going to throw up, stop with the flirting.”

You throw your plastic cup at Beomgyu’s face, and he flinches back in the most dramatic sense ever. “Bitch.” you mutter.

Yeonjun ignores Beomgyu’s comment altogether. “Everyone knows I get more bitches than you Beomgyu. That’s why she laughed. Plus, you make up shit all the time.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You lied about Yoo Jimin.” You recall, giving up on getting your phone back.

Yeonjun makes a sound of remembrance, clasping his hands together. “That was actually so funny. Yoo Jimin. You’ve lost your mind.”

Beomgyu shoots you a betrayed look, “No way you believe his propaganda! We literally had sex! Halloween 2021!”

You give him a skeptical look, brows raised. Beomgyu could fool anyone, but he can’t fool Yeonjun, let alone you. Beomgyu and Jimin? Didn’t make sense. Not on Earth at least.

“That’s one person anyway who cares.” he mutters.

“Ryujin.” You name. “She’s lesbian Gyu. Even when she was questioning she would’ve rather killed herself than let a man touch her.”

Yeonjun barks into laughter, leaning into you. “Ryujin of all people is fucking mental man.”

“Two people, still very little.” he counters.

Was that a challenge? If he wanted to play this game, you would be an expert.

“Jihyo, Miyeon—”

“I fucked Miyeon.”

“Yeah but you said she let you fuck her in the ass, which! She revealed never happened.”

He gasps in horror, face dropped, like that had to be the most offensive thing hes heard.

“I literally have proof it happened, holy shit Miyeon’s a pathological liar.” Beomgyu fumbles his phone, eyes laser focused as his thumb swipes in rapid speed. You snicker, he’s such an idiot. You know he’ll turn up empty but hes on a mission so you let him be.

“Can you pass me the beer?” you mutter lazily, feeling the alcohol hit you now, making a grabbing motion to the can far from your reach.

“Sure you want more?” Yeonjun whispers, with a similarly lazy slur to his words.

You were all clearly buzzed out, sprawled on the floor of your living room, your table pushed to the side with multiple beer cans crushed in a mess. It’s your version of heaven— a little sad maybe, but it was the perfect mix of mundane and fun to you.

“Just beer.” You reply.

He nods, grabbing it for you and instinctively twisting the cap open. Hes’ always been like that, an acts of service sort of guy. The small flex of his veins when he does it is something you silently take note of. You’re so far gone with your small crush on him.

You clear your throat, snapping yourself out of it. “Thanks. Are you gonna give me back my phone or?”

He pretends to think it over, before clicking his tongue. “Nah, later.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your can.

“We don’t get to hangout like this often, missed it y’know? So you can hold off your phone addiction for a bit and stop acting bratty.” he teases.

“Aye aye captain.”

He tuts at you, nudging your shoulder. “I literally cringe internally every time you say that.”

You hum, looking over at Beomgyu. Who is incredibly tense, almost frozen. “Why’d you stop scrolling?”

Maybe Yeonjun saw what you saw, Beomgyu’s face incredibly red, and eyes so weirdly fixed on his phone because he immediately scoots to him, nosy to take a look at his phone screen.

You study Yeonjun’s face. His brows slowly rise. And the only thing he says is “Damn.”

“What?” you ask, curiosity peaked. Nobody answers though, seemingly hypnotised by whatevers on Beomgyus screen.

Yeah, thats enough for your lazy ass to get up and see what they’re looking at.

…To say it’s not what you expect at all is an understatement.

The video playing has no audio, but the visual splayed out in Beomgyu’s hand is all it takes for your thighs to rub instinctively. The phone was obviously placed by the bedside, the view a little tilted, the girl with her face pressed onto the sheets as Beomgyu fucks into her mercilessly unrecognisable, the bed quite literally shaking to match his rhythm. Your face grows hot, and your throat dries, the video looks old because his hair is longer, messier, something that looked like it was from freshman year.

You’re surprised, it’s more than real. He really was going at it.

“I’m fucking her ass here.”

Holy shit. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

“How would we know it’s Miyeon though?” Yeonjun says, eyes set on the screen.

Beomgyu forwards the video towards the end and lets it play—its the part where he picks up the phone and holds the girls head up by her hair, turning her over, capturing her face fucked out, a mix of spit and cum evidently all over, but more than that, its Miyeon’s face covered in filth.

You bite down on your lips, nervously looking at Beomgyu—who catches your stare. “What?”

You shake your head, dismissing him.

Truth is, this might’ve been the most you’ve seen from Beomgyu in this light. The light that you’ve heard plenty of, but obviously never thought you’d actually…see. Hes always been slutty, especially with him being infamous for his gross PDA on campus, but seeing it—seeing him actually fucking the light out of someone…you gulp down the lump stuck in your throat.

“You’re a freak dude.” Yeonjun says, laughing.

“But not a liar.”

“Nah you’ve yet to prove Jimins, wheres the tape?”

“You just wanna see her getting railed, touch luck bitch.” Beomgyu closes his phone making you realise you were still staring. “Hey, you good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Beomgyu shifts his attention to you, making you nervous, shrugging his concern off.

Yeonjun speaks for you instead, a smirk plastered on his face. “She’s a virgin, basically saw something worse than a ghost.”

God, this again!

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun!”

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun.” He mimics annoyingly high pitched and you groan.

“I’m not. I’ve had multiple boyfriends before.”

“Three.” Beomgyu says, “You’ve had three boyfriends.”

“All very long and fruitful relationships, mind you.”

Yeonjun leans back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his back and you know this is a sign that he’s going to be a little bitch about this. “How far have you went?”

“All the way.” you glare back challengily, sipping on your beer.

“Had someone nut in your ass?”

You snap your head to Beomgyu in horror, upper lip quirked. Of course he’d be curious about that. “Damn I’m taking that as a no.”

You force a smile and flip him off rightfully. The little bitch sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and you have half the mind to not smack him.

“Have you done it without a condom?”

You narrow your eyes at that. Yeonjun’s awfully curious, way too curious for someone whos never been curious. Seriuously, he’d be the last person to care for your sex life. Maybe Beomgyu—totally Beomgyu, but not Yeonjun.

“Is this an interrogation?”

Yeonjun shrugs.

“I—okay, I haven’t. I bet you guys haven’t either.” You immediately regret saying that, it’s obvious they’ve done something so trivial. And its even made more obvious when both of them start laughing maniacally.

Your face runs red, resorting to chugging more beer.

Beomgyu rests his head on your lap suddenly and you quirk your brow down at him. “What? Your thighs are comfortable.”

You narrow your eyes at him, skeptical of what exactly he’s trying to pull until Yeonjun’s asking you questions again after calming down from his laughing fit.

“Gotten fingered?”

“Well no shit.”

Beomgyus attention is piqued, “You have?”

“How else am I supposed to…you know..get prepped?” you say, coughing around the word.

Beomgyu snorts, “You just did the most virgin thing ever oh my god.”

“That’s why I don’t believe a single thing coming out of her mouth.”

“I’m not a virgin.” you say for the umpteenth time. When they both exchange silent looks, you clear your throat. “But, I might be a little…inexperienced. That’s it though, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex…like twice.”

Beomgyu shoots up, making you jump in shock. “Twice?!” he shouts. He looks at you like you might’ve just led the saddest life of the entirety of human history.“And three boyfriends? The math isn’t…”

“Well one of them believed pre-marital sex would have us damned so—”

“Oh yeahh, your Christian boy Mark.” Yeonjun marvels. “That guy was a total bitch.”

Yeah, Mark. The guy you thought you’d end up marrying someday, until he decided to cheat with an anal whore as you call it. Cheating on you in broad daylight, in the apartment you shared wasn’t enough, he tried to mansplain the difference between anal virginity and vaginal virginity right after he was caught.

You shudder remembering the scene.

“A little unrelated but I always sort of thought you guys fucked.” Beomgyu starts, breaking the silence. “Like at least once.”

You sigh, he’s never letting this sexual tension bullshit thing go. If anything, Yeonjun probably saw you in the least sexual light possible. Unfortunately. “No. No we haven’t Beomgyu, we keep telling you this.”

“You” He points a finger at you, “Keep telling me this. Not him. That’s suspicious.”

Yeonjun doesn’t say anything even as both you and Beomgyu stare at him— he just mixes his soju and beer together for another shot.

You relent, speaking up. “Yeonjun tell him we haven’t fucked so he can stop insinuating that we’re freaks behind closed doors 24/7.”

Beomgyu snickers at that, still toying with the fabric of your shorts. You think it’s just out of habit.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” Yeonjun finally confirms.

You widen your eyes at Beomgyu to taunt him, getting all up on his face, nonverbally celebrating an I told you so. He just rolls his eyes at you, a dumb smile on his face.

“But I want to.”

…What.

That has both you and Beomgyu frozen, his smile slowly dropping before he turns to face Yeonjun.

Your mind works overtime trying to process whether you heard that right, did it have any hints of a joke, why couldn’t you pick up on it then? Or whether all your life you’ve read it all wrong—is it the drinks speaking or? But drunk words are sober thoughts…right? Is he just-

“Huh?” Beomgyu’s the one to ask for a clarification first.

He only shrugs, proving that none of you heard him wrong. “I wanna fuck her. I mean, you’re hot I’m not being unreasonable.”

You don’t know how to respond without sounding like an even more awkward virgin, so you stay silent, trying to make sense of it in your own head. But when you catch Beomgyu slowly nodding from your peripheral vision like what Yeonjun’s saying makes sense, you painfully nudge him.

He whines, defending himself almost immediately. “What? He’s not wrong, you’re mega hot now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut irritated, “Don’t—god, don’t ever say ‘mega hot’ again.”

Beomgyu mumbles something intelligible, something that sounded like one of his sulky protests that you just ignore as the room falls silent again. Yeonjun seems completely unbothered of the atmosphere, drinking his somaek like this was just another normal day, like he didn’t just air out something that could potentially completely flip your entire dynamic.

The tension is thick, and it suddenly feels way too hot to be here anymore but then Beomgyu speaks up again. “Do you know how to suck a dick?”

You snort, not answering as you keep your eyes on the floor.

But it’s impossible to ignore him when he keeps staring at you, almost too intensely for a question you thought was to break the tension. You look to his face, and there’s no sign of lightheartedness anywhere. He was seriously asking. “So? Do you?”

You decide to humor him, anything to get over this suffocating silence. “Sort of.”

Yeonjun chuckles, “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

You roll your eyes, frankly irritated that he’s even speaking right now. “Sort of means I can, but I don’t know if I’m …good at it.”

He hums in understanding, nodding. “Wanna test your skills out right now?”

Your eyes bulge out, blinking rapidly as you look at Yeonjun in shock. Did he seriously just…say that? Your face grows even hotter as you stutter around a response.

But before you could even form a proper response, Beomgyu says something first, whining into his hands. “I literally cannot be the only one really fucking turned on right now.”

At his words, your eyes instinctively look down to his pants and god, he wasn’t kidding. You don’t know how you haven’t noticed until now, but the imprint of his dick building a tent in his sweatpants has you looking away like you’ve just seen the most sinful thing ever. You don’t miss the small patch of wetness at the top either. You rub your thighs together again, this time you curse your body for reacting because most of their attention was collectively on you now.

Meaning, they would inevitably notice small details.

And that they did. Yeonjun laughs, but it has laces of mean-spiritedness that has your brain frying at a faster speed. “You aren’t the only one. Our little dolls’ horny as shit too, aren’t you? Look at you rubbing your thighs for just the little bits of friction.” Yeonjun says the last part with a pout, so condescendingly, his eyes heavy lidded with what you’re sure is lust.

That gets Beomgyu’s attention, who was lost in his own dilemma, who’s close enough to touch you, to do something, and that has you more nervous than the time you had to present an unfinished slideshow to the harshest professor in your major.

Your throat is dry again, and you can’t seem to get out a word no matter how hard you try. Beomgyu licks his lips momentarily, staring at you, waiting for something, maybe a cue? You don’t know, but they’re both definitely waiting.

Beomgyu’s impatient, and shameless, if that wasn’t already obvious enough. With a rasp to his voice, he whispers, “God, I really wanna touch you right now.”

And you whisper back, like this was secret gossip you’d exchange between yourselves at recess about who was mean to who, who liked who, except this time you’re all grown up, and he’s asking to…touch you. You look behind Beomgyu, Yeonjun very much invested in what’s happening makes you on the fence. “But it’ll—it’ll get…weird. Like, between us.”

Beomgyu’s quick to counter. “No, no it won’t, I promise. Everything’s going to be the exact same. Just baby, please. Let me take care of you.”

The use of a petname again has you biting down on your lips. You search his eyes, and he looks so…desperate, the sudden switch baffling to you, so different from how you usually see him. Is this how he gets with the girls he fucks? It’s so hot, you’ve never been met with this much enthusiasm.

Your feelings heighten even more when he whispers again at your silence, “Please, I’m dying here.”

You let out a breath you were holding in, nodding, “Okay, it’s—it’s okay. You can. Touch me I mean.”

This is the absolute last thing in the world you’d ever expected, like ever. Beomgyu touching you, ministrating your breasts roughly with his big hands through your top, kneeling between your legs, kissing all over from your jaw to your neck like he hasn’t gotten action in decades. It’s like everywhere, your skin scorches, every inch—and he’s so fiery, so harsh with his squeezes and bites that you’re so unprepared for, so unprepared in fact that your eyes already brim with tears, head becoming light with too much stimulation in too little time as you feel him play with your shorts in attempt to take them off.

Suddenly, Beomgyu’s shoved off you completely, having him fall on his ass with a thud. Your eyes fly open in worry, only to be met with Yeonjun way closer to you than earlier. “Dude, calm down you’re going too fast.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes irritably, “You know you could’ve told me that without fucking throwing me off her, right?”

“Like your ass would listen.” Yeonjun mutters, refocusing his attention to you, “Come on, get up on the couch doll, I’ll show you how its done.”

You’re hesitant. You’re okay with messing around with Beomgyu—you are because he’s the best friend that you have zero romantic feelings for, but Yeonjun? You already have this…tiny crush on him that has been fostering since the dawn of times, a light lit then dimmed for years throughout the time you’ve known him…would this not set it on a full blown out fire? Are you ready to risk getting your rocks off to find out?

Yeonjun calls your name again, snapping you out of your reverie. “If you don’t want to I’m not gonna…”

“No no, um—sorry I was just, like, thinking. Sure.” you choke out, cheeks red.

Fuck it.

You situate yourself on the couch like he instructed, looking at Beomgyu for a second in semi-panic, but that horndogs too far gone to properly communicate with you through telepathy so you’re left a puddle, a little jittery as you nervously pick at the thread of the old couch, preparing yourself for whats to come.

Yeonjun smiles, slotting himself between your legs. “I’m gonna take it slow, ‘kay? Tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll stop.”

You nod, taking a deep breath then out to calm your nerves. You don’t have to help him out with pulling your shorts down, it’s like he’s so experienced that he knows how to get around it without you doing much. Which doesn’t help to make you relax…at all. He’s experienced, and you’re not. That’s a cause of a million worries running through your mind at the moment.

The air that had felt so hot earlier, feels cool now, and you shudder a little. “You’re drenched doll, that’s cute.”

Beomgyu finally sits himself next to you, hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it out as he stares at what Yeonjun sees, craning his neck to get a good look. And you feel…so exposed, it makes your ears red with a mix of shame and arousal as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You jolt a little when you feel his tongue poking at your entrance through your panties—he’s slow as he licks up your slit, soaking your underwear more and more.

“Any of your boyfriends ever eat you out?” Beomgyu asks, hand squeezing his cock through his sweats, before having the genius idea of replacing his with yours—his warm hands resting on yours, guiding you to press down harder on his boner. As if he’s showing you—making you feel how big he is.

You shake your head to his question, and he airs out a chuckle. God, you really want to slap yourself for finding that so attractive. “Of course. Might as well be a real virgin.”

You want to retort back, you really do, because god forbid Beomgyu have the last word, but it's impossible when Yeonjun hooks his finger to push your underwear to the side because you're a goner, a goner the minute you feel his warm breath on your skin, and even worse when you feel his tongue lapping at your core, the direct contact making you gasp out a moan, jolting you awake, clearing your drunk daze.

"Yeonjun, Yeonjun shit-" you don't mean to tighten your grip on Beomgyu, but you do in response to Yeonjuns stimulation which has him hiss, bucking into your touch.

"Do that again. Harder. Touch me baby, yeah, just like that." He babbles, holding onto your wrist, groaning when you oblige, wrapping your hand on his clothed shaft and squeezing the base.

Yeonjun looks at you through lidded eyes, his hands firmly keeping your legs apart, nose brushing against your clit every so often to tease before he finally decides to flatten his tongue against it, finger prodding at your entrance at the same time, making you inexpectantly arch your back, moaning. "F-fuck Jjun!"

You could feel the smirk, the cockiness radiating off him— it oozes even, it's so evident he likes this dynamic, you so reactionary to each little thing he does.

Beomgyu helps you palm his dick before he finally relents, too horny out of his mind, shoving your hand down his pants, making you feel his hot dick, so sticky and wet, it's lewd. "'Move your hand baby, c'monnn. Good girl." He groans, trying to guide you to a speed he finds fitting.

You start getting the hang of it, your hand jerking off his dick without help even as you're practically dumbed out with Yeonjun's tongue working at your sex, trying to purposefully make you lose your mind.

“Pussy so good doll, so good.” his words muffle against your core and it sends a vibration that has your pace falter.

Suddenly, Yeonjun detaches, making you feel terribly empty, and horrible because you were sure you were close. Before you could complain, your eyes widen at him unbuttoning his jeans, dropping them to the floor to have his cock flinging out of his boxers. He gives it a couple strokes, breathing heavy as he stares at your pussy. Wet with his spit, messy. He groans, biting his lips raw and you’ve just never felt so much as a prey until now. “Gonna fill you up soon, don’t worry doll.”

“Pay attention to me too,” Beomgyu whines, kissing your neck again, the space under your earlobe, his teeth grazing against your skin, just begging to have your attention. “Unfair if it’s only him.” he breathes, kissing and kissing and kissing, until he decides to move up to your lips, taking you up a wind as you jerk his dick off faster.

His whines and mewls melt into the sloppiness of the kiss and god is it the hottest thing ever, shit.

Yeonjun basically breaks the kiss by pushing Beomgyu off of you again, and if you had half the mind to think, you would’ve caught the irritation radiating off Beomgyu at Yeonjuns constant cock blocking.

You can’t think now, not when Yeonjun’s lining his dick up with your hole, feeling his hot tip prodding and your pussy fluttering around nothing to suck him in. “Ready? Relax yourself so it’ll feel good, ‘kay?”

You nod, humming.

“Words princess.”

“I’m—I’m ready Jjunie.”

He gives you a crooked grin, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips.

You try, you really do, you try giving them both an experience but the more Yeonjun pushes himself in you, the slower your hand becomes until you finally let go, breathing heavy at the inexplicable feeling of just…fullness. When he’s flush and snug against your core, completely inside you, he relishes, he stays there, eyes fluttering closed with his face so, so close to yours.

And he whispers to you, words Beomgyu can’t possible hear even if he wishes to, and even words you could’ve missed if you weren’t so in tune with every single sense that you’re feeling right now.

“Wish he wasn’t here when I could finally have you.”

You’re driven over the edge, not even given the time to process, before he’s drilling his dick into you—in then back, slowly before he’s building up to snapping his hips, having you gasp in shock at each thrust. You let the stray tear run down, hell, at this point you’re giving all autonomy of your body to the two boys right now, you’re not in control of anything anymore.

“Tight, so tight and warm,” he groans, getting faster, “Shoulda prepped you more, huh? Fuckin’ tighter than a virgin, can barely move.” He laughs breathy.

You just nod, nod at whatever filthy shit he says, tightening your grip on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut at how the pain just bleeds into the pleasure. You’ve never had it like this with your past boyfriends, it never felt like this.

Suddenly, you feel something hot poking at your cheek which spurs you to open your eyes. Your eyes damn near almost bulge out at Beomgyu’s size, cock insistently trying to move past your lips.

“Want your mouth, please, fuck.”

Can you even take that in your mouth?

He doesn’t wait for your contemplation, that’s not Beomgyu’s thing. He does it anyway, managing to slide his dick in your mouth, not even letting you get used to it like Yeonjun had even when he’s a lot bigger, pushing all the way in. He throws his head back, groaning curses as you gag around his length, breathing restricted.

“God you’re so hot like this, princess. Taking my cock so well,” he growls, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. Your eyes water, burning as the taste of him overpowers your senses— all of that paired with Yeonjun’s rhythm getting rougher and more frantic has you lose yourself in ecstasy you don’t think you can handle.

You think you might just faint.

“Have you always been like this? So good at sucking cock, slutty throat just waiting to be stuffed with dick?” Beomgyu rambles filth, losing himself faster than Yeonjun, looking down at you with so much hunger. You return his gaze, blinking up at him innocently, as if to disagree. You’re not slutty, you aren’t.

But that seems to spur him on a completely different direction, like something snapped inside him, cursing loudly as he ruthlessly starts fucking into your mouth. Your mind clouds, dizziness setting in as you feel Yeonjun attach his lips to your nipple through your flimsy top, sucking harshly, making a mess of your shirt with his spit.

You garble around Beomgyu’s dick, trying to say something but it only comes out intelligible and like complete nonsense, it’s humiliating.

“God, you’re sucking me in so greedily, want me to fill you up with my cum so bad, huh?”

Yeonjun slaps your ass and you jolt again, snot and mascara running down your face. He starts kneeding your cheeks, snapping into you rougher, and somehow deeper, you fucking lose it. “You want it so bad, right? Say something baby, or I won’t give it to you.”

You nod, mouth still stuffed with Beomgyu’s cock, who he isn’t intent on stopping any time soon.

It’s enough for Yeonjun you guess because before you know it, you feel hot substance shoot up, filling you to the brim with his cum, still pumping it in even as your orgasm washes over you. You’re beyond overstimulated, especially when Beomgyu cums around the same time, his hot load forcing its way down your throat.

He holds your head against his abdomen, groaning the more he defills you. “Fuck if you do that I might just fall for you,” he growls, voice down octaves, fixating his eyes on how your throat gulps down his cum like it’s water at the Sahara. The taste is so strong, you start coughing up some of it out when his dick flops out of your mouth sticky, finally regaining your breath, gasping for air in large amounts, your cunt spilling Yeonjun’s seed onto the couch slowly, dribbling down to the floor to make a mess.

Beomgyu suddenly pushes Yeonjun out of the way to slot himself between your legs, kissing at your pussy.

“Beomgyu, don’t, can’t—stop, too much-” you try reasoning but he doesn’t listen, that brat. He just starts going at it, lapping at the cum spilling, his lips glistening with the wetness, alternating between kissing and licking your cunt. “‘Course you can baby, you can take it.”

You bite down hard on your lips, lightheaded as you look down at the man ravaging your pussy and cleaning you up at the same time.

To hell with that ‘nothing’s going to change’ bullshit promise, something definitely changed tonight and you can’t put your finger around what.

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Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

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— lixiektty's txt masterlist

choi yeonjun

sugar

aftertaste

intruder

choi soobin

nothing here yet!! <3

choi beomgyu

nothing here yet!! <3

kang taehyun

nothing here yet!! <3

huening kai

nothing here yet!! <3

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"oh baby, fuck," taehyun grunted, doing everything in his power not to fuck up into you, hands latching onto your waist.

you sat on the head of his cock, wincing from the pain. this had been something you had struggled with since the start of your relationship—taehyun being too big to fit. it worried you constantly that he'd get bored because he couldn't fuck you correctly.

this didn't stop you two from having sex though, no. even with a small amount of his length being able to fit, you still tried to make the best of it. being able to feel his lips around your bud and his finger sinking into you instead of his cock. those made up for it, especially when he worked his tongue like a god.

taehyun could tell it was starting to bother you, noticing your small remarks you'd say under your breath when he'd try everything in his power to force himself in. he's never had anyone as tight or small as you so you could say it caused issues when you'd want to be intimate.

with others in your past, you could get right into it—having a quickie at any possible time but with taehyun, prepping you wasn't optional, he'd hate if he was the cause of your pain. it was nice though, being finger-fucked by him and all. long and slender fingers, veins protruding on the back of his hands. his hands quite literally had you in a chokehold. his easing and filthy words guiding you through, adding another digit as time goes by.

tonight, he was planning on fucking you to his full extent—it was like the two of you shared thought processes, getting even more eager to entirely feel one another. it kind of turned him on even more, you being so small his cock wouldn't even fit halfway. even when going down on him, he was so big in your hands, comparing the size to your head and sharing a laugh in the moment.

that's what got you started on the whole camming thing in the first place, taehyun began recording your progress throughout the months of you being together so he could see how much more you could fit each time you had sex— then the day he found out you get paid to do it for people live, changed everything.

and here you are, everyone was hyping up tonight because you announced that you and taehyun had agreed to try as hard as you could for him to fit even if that meant it'd take all night—impatient and desperate. it was kind of a big deal to them all, watching all this time throughout your journey and now you were finally going all in.

taehyun watched you, the more and more you sunk down and took him in the more pain you felt. you were basically suffocating him, sitting on-top of him for minutes that began feeling more like hours for taehyun, you are whining about 'not being able to take it' and just becoming more of a tease that it pissed him off.

you'd lean forward, chest pressed against taehyun's and would wiggle your ass, cunt full of only half his cock but it stretched you out so well.

taehyun was obsessed with the view, getting to see so much in front of him all at once—the monitor showing the state you two were in, cunt hugging him tightly and then the front view that only he got see, your face scrunched up from the slight pain you were experiencing, tits shoved in his face.

you bent down to suck at his neck gently, scattering little love bites all over the skin. your thighs were shaking trying to keep yourself upright. taehyun tried cooing to ease you, as well his thumb massaging your thighs lightly, but nothing was really helping.

"i c—can't," you whimpered into his neck, quietly.

"yes, you can baby, just a little more," taehyun replies.

you groan in response—not enjoying this as much as you were planning, having taehyun here to guide you would help make this enjoyable and it was just a matter of time until you were having the time of your life. didn't help that you were still so sensitive from earlier, taking taehyun's finger until you came more than once.

time goes by and everyone was flooding you two with tips. taehyun couldn't stop watching you take in more of him, further and further, the slightest bit stretching you wide.

"shit—that's so hot, baby look back," taehyun suggested, intrigued by your dripping essence running down his shaft that wasn't covered by you, "so wet you'd figure i would just slip in." he joked.

his fingers came down to toy at your clit, rubbing in fast circles, sure to have you moaning. your body shutters from the contact which soon causes it to completely give up and thighs melt into his. you both groan at the feeling of you falling onto him, pain traveled through you but in the best way possible.

your lock eyes when the man under you, his big and filled with lust. he was fully inside of you, so quick and it felt so good even with it hurting a bit—and though he knew you wanted to take it slow tonight, playing with you and causing you to give up, as you did, felt better than imagined.

"you did it baby," taehyun praises, kissing your cheek after your head fell onto his shoulder, while his hands caressed your back. you clenched tightly, fluttering around his length—taehyun's breaths turning heavy and fast pace.

he was trying. he was trying so fucking hard not to grab your hips and rail you into next week. with the slight wetness felt on taehyun's chest, he knew you crying.

"shh," he shushes you. he knew what you were capable of, so he knew he wasn't pushing you. it'd just take a some time.

the whole thing was pretty wholesome for it to be a stream for horny people to watch—but your viewers loved you both so much they enjoyed whatever you gave to them.

"hurts," you whisper, "can you help?"

"you sure angel?" he asks. you nod and that's all it took for taehyun to grab ahold of your hips and slightly pull them up.

you moan loud when he brings you back down, repeating this action until you relaxed. he was slow and gentle with each movement he made, but he could only think about ruining your body with his cock tearing you open.

his cock felt so good to you, you had it all and the pain slowly faded away as time went on. you had never felt such an sensational feeling before—it almost turned you completely dumb.

"taking it good, just like that," taehyun said in a low tone that caused you to clench around him again.

his hips began to move in sync with how he controlled yours, picking up his pace and loosing himself inside you. curses spilled from his lips, hickey-stained neck on display for you when he threw his head back.

you grab his head and force him to connect his lips with yours. the kiss was messy and hot, salvia most likely dripping from your mouths, but you really couldn't care less. you had waited for this moment the minute you found out taehyun wasn't like anyone else you've had before.

it was starting to feel like everything was going too slow and you couldn't take it, especially not after the pain left and only feeling pleasure now. you jerk your hips forward, taking them back into your own control and riding him while his hips still moved.

"jesus fuck—" taehyun groans, leaving your lips and throwing his head back again.

his hands fell from your hips, gripping onto the arm rests. he was dazed, he didn't know how much longer he could take this before he just picked you up and threw you onto you bed.

you look back, watching your movements closely. taehyun looked so good, you were drooling over just the way he was sitting, legs spread as you rode him. his tip brushed against your g-spot which forced out a sweet-sounding moan from you.

taehyun was already drunk off your pussy. he couldn't take this anymore, he needed to take over and show you how long he's been wanting to feel you like this.

you were shocked when you felt his hands on your hips again but this time, he held them tight in his big hands, keeping you still and lifting you until he almost fell from you. he thrusted up sloppily into your wet cunt, fast and not holding back from treating you like just a hole to fuck.

his pace was much different from yours; he turned you completely numb from how his cock hit every spot inside of you. he was probably moaning more than you, you thought.

you were still in shock from taehyun suddenly drilling into you from under, your moans were caught in your throat—only soft whines being heard from you while taehyun on the other hand groaned loud, didn't care how much louder he got.

he sat up to look behind you, your weak body falling limp onto his as you took everything he was giving to you, "fuck, my slut takes her cock so well."

his words affected you like no other. him referring to his cock as yours only weakened your body more. if fucking him meant it was going to be like this all the time, you'd let him fuck you stupid.

"you're s—so big, so good," you cry out.

taehyun moved faster, if that was even possible, the head of his cock hit your sweet spot until you were spasming around him. you sucked him in more and more, wondering how he kept this up.

truth is, taehyun was planning on fucking you until the sun came up, even after ending the stream—he wasn't going to stop. your cunt hugging him, full of his cock and dripping down onto his thighs. you tried sitting up again but lose your balance once your orgasm hit you, falling against your boyfriend again. this didn't stop him from fucking you until you were screaming from the top of your lungs.

he grabbed ahold of your ass, spreading it for the camera and showing his cock that was buried deep and shined with slick. his hand comes down hard to give a smack with a slight handprint left behind, causing you to jump. taehyun let out a growl like sound, hands exploring every part of you.

"so, so pretty baby," taehyun whispered in your ear, head resting on his shoulder.

his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling your body weight up along with his, pushing the chair out of frame and laying you down on the bed that sat behind it—still seen by the viewers.

"you can rest now, i'll do all the work," he says, kissing your forehead before pulling one of your legs up and throwing it over his shoulder. not that you did much work anyways.

he looked so good like this, hair messing and sticking to his forehead, fucked out eyes, sweaty abs clenching with every movement, it was ridiculous how seeing him like this was what woke up your body.

with him having more access and making it easier to fuck into you, he pulled out until only his tip was covered by your warmth—slamming back into you which felt like your soul had just completely left you. you claw up his arms until you find his biceps, gripping onto them for dear life.

"takin' me so fucking well," taehyun says before leaning down to kiss you endearingly.

you kiss back to the best of your ability, but his cock was so deep inside of you it made it hard for you to anything but moan. it almost felt unreal that this was finally happening.

"i'm close," taehyun grunts, pounding into you rougher, "sure you can take it all, darling? i don't want you to waste a single drop. fill you with my kids until you're leaking."

the realization that he finally got to fill you up to the brim with his cum was just now coming to you, and you could not wait. you so desperately needed to feel him.

"just gonna fuck it right back in. you're just too fucking addicting," and you could say the same about him. his mouth was so fucking filthy, matching with every single one of his actions at the moment.

he twitched inside of you, signaling that he was close—but he felt a new orgasm of yours approaching and he wanted you to cum before him. you clung onto him tightly as you felt yourself growing closer. taehyun had made you cum so many times tonight you had lost track, and you knew this wouldn't be the last time either.

"close, angel? cum for me, cream on my dick," his words pushed you further, clenching around him as you spasmed.

taehyun picked up the pace—hitting your g-spot with incredible force which only made you scream. his hands were holding you down, you could barely move, and it was hard for you not to when you were feeling so overstimulated. the sounds that were made by your connected bodies were so lewd, everyone watching had probably worried for your wellbeing.

small whimpers left the man's lips, groans caught in his throat and before you knew it you were feeling fuller than ever. taehyun's hips were jittering as he dumped his cum into you—the whole situation made your head dizzy.

"holy shit, tae—" your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, dragging down his back, soon meeting his hips and trying to get them to stop.

he giggles, finding it so cute that you were a mess for him and you trying to stop him only made him go faster, the squelching sounds filling the room, cum dripping from your abused cunt and staining both yours and taehyun's skin.

"felt better than imagined, love," taehyun finally stops, your whines decreasing as well, "except, the dumb little cock whore thinks she's in control." he frowns while looking at you with heavy lidded eyes.

you whine, shuffling as you tried to get from under his weight. taehyun sits up straight and pins you down, looking at your bare body, small under him with a bulge in your belly—the cause being his load and thick-headed cock wanting to poke through.

"baby we aren't done," taehyun says, smirk on his face before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "i want to fuck you numb and make more tips while doing it."

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bratty!Tae <3

smut mdni

warnings: sub! taehyun . . .duh, he's tied up, sex toys, degradation, face slapping, hair pulling, derogatory names, slight dacryphilia,mean reader, overstimulation, edging, spanking ?? implied cheating (he was out smooching other men 😞) , mentions of pillow humping, he's a good boy guys :( [lies] idk I feel weird about this one, don't really like it (cries) lmk if I missed anything!

"you still wanna fuck around and be a brat now ? hm ? answer me or that's one more time I'll edge you before you're allowed to come." you spoke with a rough tone, upping the pace of taehyun's fleshlight that you were currently pumping up and down his red cock.

"no, 'm not a brat ! I'm a good boy, I'm your good boy—fuck !" the surprisingly pleasurable new pace of your hand had him digging his feet into the mattress to try and get more of it, blabbing the words he thought you wanted to hear so you'd let up your torture. you scoffed.

"oh, you are definitely not a good boy."

taehyun had been acting like a brat all day, rubbing up against you whenever you were trying to get important things done. toying with you whenever he was around other people, flirting with them and not paying any mind to you or your clenched jaw. he constantly teased you in public by grabbing your waist, your chest, your ass and by pressing open mouthed kisses against your neck.

so no, you did not think he had been a good boy and therefore the reason why he was now tied to the headboard with drool and tears everywhere. at first you thought it might be a bit much, but then you noticed how his eyes sparkled when you pulled out a vibrating butt plug and just knew you had to take it up a notch.

he sniffled and pulled at his wrist restraints. "no ! I have been a good boy, I'm not a brat !" lies, he knew they were.

"yeah ? you think you deserve to come ?"

"yes ! yes, I deserve to come, I've been so fucking good !"

you pouted mockingly, mimicking his whines and sobs.

"I don't know, baby . . . do you think feeling beomgyu up was being good ? you were all over him not even an hour ago, practically jerking him off that's how close your hand was." at the mention of his best friend he began to wail, his head shaking in denial to your statement although he knew what you were saying was true. he only did it to rile you up though !

"t-that was an accident ! didn't mean to. . . 'm so fucking close please !" you laughed and pressed the button to up the vibrations while squeezing your hand around his dick. taehyun squealed, twisting his body to try and escape the overwhelming feeling but also yearning for more.

"you didn't mean to ? saw you giving him a hickey, Tae. was that an accident too? your mouth just happened to fall there ?"

"mhm ! was an accident I swear !" he could have sworn he was getting through to you with his pathetic lies, not really realising how stupid they sounded when he was so close to his eagerly awaited orgasm. but then he heard you chuckle lowly, and then he felt all the stimulation stop.

"you're full of shit, sweetheart." you ignored his mewls and cries of protest, instead groping his ass which was covered in red handprints you'd inflicted upon him earlier. "you were gonna come weren't you ? without telling me, hmm. such a spoiled brat"

"no ! wasn't gonna come !"

"don't lie to me, whore." you landed a slap to his face, grinning as you saw his eyes welling up and his body shiver in delight.

" 'm not a fucking whore . . ." taehyun growled, the tone in which you spoke had him clenching his thighs together in an attempt to get some friction. but when he realised he wasn't feeling anything apart from the sting of his face and the throb of his angry cock he began to mewl out once more.

"didn't I tell you not to lie ?," shit you were pissed, taehyun knew he was absolutely fucked.

"lay down and don't fucking move, if you want to come so badly I'll let you. you're gonna tell me how many times you've kissed Beomgyu, that's how many times you'll come." you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing your boyfriend's black locks with force and tugging.

the motion had him moaning out. sucking in choked breaths through his teeth. he had to think for a moment, as embarrassing as it was to admit your harsh words and actions had left him a little dumbed down. "five!"

"ah, that's an odd number. why don't we round up to six ?"

taehyun gasped at your words, scrambling to argue, to protest, anything that might save his poor dick from falling off once you were finished with him.

"c-can't do that !"

"awe boohoo, little slut. you'll do it either way. c'mon, start humping your pillow like the pathetic bitch you are."

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hi! can i request uhmm.. taehyun smut fucking you hard in their dorms 🥱

omg omg omg

okay,, Absolutely losing my shit over this ask I have been WAITING. My full power has been awoken.

warnings!: rough sex, taehyun is mean >:((( but in a good way :3, slight voyeurism (more like a tease-what if), like three different positions but they happen seamlessly, reader is dick whipped but that's okay bc taehyun is pussy whipped, also taehyun and his arms,, just,, arms,, ARMS,,

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smut below the tab MINORS DNI !!!!!

Taehyun was the love of your life as you were to him.

He loved to bring out sides of you that only he got to see. You loved that he was comfortable enough with you to do the same.

“Taehyun,” you whimper.

“Shh,” he scolds.

He reaches under your hips to grab onto you more sturdy. With a sinful roll of his hips, his cock delves deeper into your soaking pussy.

“Babe..” you gasp, throwing your head back on the pillow.

Taehyun loved hearing the noises you made when he fucked you. It was probably his favorite part about sex with you.

But, you were in the dorms and two of his members were right outside playing on the game system they’d just bought.

“Baby, you gotta be quiet,” he pleads- he didn’t want to stop fucking you but if you didn’t quiet down..

“Harder,” you reach to his thighs, squeezing.

Your pussy clenches around Taehyun and he inhales through his nose. Shakily, he breathes out, hooking his arms around your waist. You moan again as he picks you up, situating you on his lap.

“If you want me to keep fucking this tight little pussy, you need to be quiet,” he reminds, whispering in your ear, “Can you do that for me?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, nodding silently.

“Good girl,” he praises, one hand on your lower back as the other grips your waist.

You pull your lips into a tight line and hide your face in his collarbone as he jerks his hips into yours.

“Oh, fuck-”

“Shh!” Taehyun scolds once more.

Your toes curl as Taehyun grinds into you, your clit being rubbed in the midst of his motions.

“I’m beginning to think you want Kai and Yeonjun-hyung to hear you,” he pinches your butt playfully, snapping his cock into you again.

“No.. No..” you deny.

“Yeah? I don’t believe that.”

“If- oh, God.. If they hear then you’d stop. I don’t- oh! Want you to..” you pause head lolling to the side, “Don’t want you to stop.”

“Who said I’d stop?” he challenges.

“Taehyun-”

“What if I just fuck you until they come in here because you’re screaming and they’re worried, huh? What if that door opens and they see you like this? All spread out and needy for my dick.”

“Taehyun,” you try again, fingernails digging into his back.

“You could put on a show for them. I’ll just lay down and let you fuck yourself on my dick like the needy cock-slut you are.”

As if you could do it now, you try bouncing on his lap, anything to make his words become a reality.

“So dirty minded,” he teases.

Your breath hitches as he pounds into you a couple times then abruptly stops.

“No.. Taehyun,” you beg, trying to grind down on him.

“Lay down, baby,” he pats your butt.

You all but free fall onto the bed. Taehyun chuckles at your hasty nature.

“I didn’t say on your back,” he mutters, grabbing you and flipping you onto your stomach.

He wasn’t even back in you yet and your eyes rolled back, moaning at the tone of his voice. Taehyun knocks your legs open, one hand on your hip as the other lands on the bed near your head. You whine, incoherently begging him to hurry.

It takes him a few teasing second before he finally places the tip of his cock at your pussy lips. You hum, wriggling back into him until you realize you can’t because of how he’s holding you down.

“Patience, pretty,” he tsks.

You rest your head on the mattress as he slides his dick through your lips, tip meeting your clit snug against the bed. The feeling was so different, so foreign. You were obsessed.

Your mouth falls open on instinct, no noise escaping from the sheer pleasure. Your hand finds the pillow and your fingers dig into the material.

Taehyun didn’t trust your open mouth.

He eases closer, his hand on the mattress snaking around you as his hand meets your mouth. You moan into his skin as he covers your mouth.

Without a warning, he snaps his hips- cock flying into your cunt with one strong motion that makes you squeal into his palm.

“Fuck,” he curses, tightening the hold around your mouth.

You cry into his hand, bucking your hips back to try and get him to move. He doesn’t even bother teasing you anymore because this position was doing something to him.

Taehyun’s chest meets your back and he situates his elbow to rest on the mattress. His arm was covering you around the front, hand still firmly muffling your cries as his other hand grabs your hip tighter to bring you back to meet his thrusts.

“Think I can fuck you however I want now,” he comments.

Your hair falls into your eyes as he nuzzles his nose into your temple, kissing your cheek.

Weakly, your arm reaches to grip his bicep that was around you and you whimper at the feeling off his arm muscles bulging.

Taehyun smiles slyly before he flicks his hair out of his own eyes and leans up just enough to jackhammer his cock into you. Tears built in your eyes until you couldn’t take the pleasure and they fell.

“So good, baby,” he praises, “So tight. So warm.”

You mumble into his palm, eyes widening as you slap his bicep a couple times until your nails dig into his skin there, too.

“You close,” Taehyun suspects.

Your head nods frantically, body jerking in pleasure and from the motion of his thrusts.

“Come on,” he urges, “Cum for me, baby. Fucking soak this dick. Take it.”

Unknowingly, you bite into his hand, eyes clenching shut as your orgasm washes over you. Taehyun praises you, still fucking you through the spell he casted on you even though you couldn’t hear a word he said from the ringing in your ears.

It isn’t until he says something about ‘me, too’ that you come down enough to hear his voice. But, then, he’s cumming in the condom, thrusting as deep as he could as his own high hits.

You could just barely feel his cock swell and the feeling makes another high hit- your second orgasm hitting only seconds after the first.

“Oh, shit,” Taehyun chuckles, “Damn, baby. Was it that good? You came twice.”

Finally, his hand drops from your mouth as you take a sharp inhale before collapsing against the mattress. Taehyun slides in and out of you a couple more times to stretch out both of our highs until you whimper in overstimulation.

He pulls out, rolling the condom off and tying it to throw into the trash can beside the bed. Exhausted, he falls to his back to lay beside you. You were still on your front, trembling from the pleasure.

“You..” you pant.

“What, baby?” he asks, pulling you into his chest, “You okay?”

“You.. Take me to.. another fucking world, Kang Taehyun.”

Taehyun grins, placing his fingertips to your chin and pulling your gaze to him.

“You do the same to me, my love,” he assures.

You smile tiredly and Taehyun knocks his nose into yours before kissing you sweetly.

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— phone sex with bestfriend!taehyun ♡ [one-shot]

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.1k warnings: smut, perv!reader, dom!tyun, pet names (baby, angel, princess), brief use of daddy kink, mutual masturbation, light degradation (reader receiving)

a/n - we always talk abt perv!txt but what about perv!reader…

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it’s not always easy being friends with tomorrow x together. with your vastly opposite schedules, you always end up in bed already by the time your best friend taehyun calls for your daily check-ins with each other — though covertly you’re glad for the late timing, because you have a dirty little secret: it means that you get to hear his deep, sleepy, sexy voice right in your ear every night. not that you could ever tell him that.

it wasn't always this way; there was a time when taehyun didn't make your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb, when even the thought of him in such a light as this would cause your nose to wrinkle up in disgust. he's your best friend, after all. how could you ever see him as anything different?

but then his gym membership started. or maybe it was the way that he grew out his hair. or the new glasses that soobin convinced him to try wearing.. or even the sweatshirts you'd forget in his dorm that he'd always end up walking around in himself, sweatshirts that returned swimming in the scent of him each time you got them back. whatever it was, you just know that something changed in the way that you saw him. in the way that you needed him.

the thoughts you'd chase away began to turn into wet dreams — ones that you would wake up from feeling just as desperate as you were confused — and those dreams soon turned into lingering fantasies that you just couldn't shake away, no matter how shameful it felt to harbor them. and now some time later, here you are, completely wrapped around taehyun's finger without him even knowing it, willing to crumble at his feet in an instant if he asked; putty in his pretty hands with each nightly phone call that you just can never seem to get enough of.

this time you’re feeling particularly needy, however, his call coming later than usual when you just can’t stop thinking about him, about his voice; you won’t lie and say that you don’t often touch yourself while he talks to you about his day, bringing yourself to a whiny climax the minute he hangs up for the night and you’re safe to make all the noise that you want.

this time, though.. you just can’t wait. your shorts and panties have long since been discarded on the bed when your phone rings, and you hesitate; your mind is foggy with need, it just feels too good to stop.. you need to hear his voice so bad.. you can keep quiet, right? right?

you know that it’s wrong. you know that you shouldn’t.

but you press the green answer button with trembling fingers, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping as his low voice hums your nickname through the speaker - “hey, y/n/n. sorry i’m late.”

you take a slow breath to compose yourself before responding. “hi tyunnie. s’okay.” the conversation carries on normally at first — to him at least. you’re two fingers deep in your throbbing pussy as he’s murmuring tiredly about their latest choreography when you notice too late that taehyun has stopped speaking. you quickly curb the tiny pants that had been escaping your lips, but your fingers seem to have a mind of their own, continuing their squelching ministrations as you beg in your mind for him to continue speaking, to say something, anything.

“y/n.”

your breath hitches. your fingers pause.

something in his tone has shifted.

a few beats pass.

“are you… touching yourself?”

that does it. you can’t hold back anymore. “taehyun,” you whimper pathetically in response, head tipping back into the pillows as your eyes squeeze shut, fingers working faster as your walls squeeze around them — simultaneous with the humiliation and shame of being caught. “tyunnie, ‘m sorry, i- i just needed you so bad.. ‘m sorry-“

“where do you need me, baby?”

your brain short-circuits at the sudden switch in your best friend’s tone. at the pet name dripping from his lips. his voice is impossibly deeper and impossibly more dangerous; dangerous for your health, as you’ve never ever heard him sound so utterly sexy before. you don’t know what to say. you didn’t expect this.

“i… i..”

“use your words,” he whispers, and you can hear some shifting on his end of the line; god, you hope he’s doing what you think he’s doing.

“i.. i need you…” you swallow hard, “i need you in my… in my pussy.” your voice is small, meek, and his responsive hum sends shivers straight down to your sopping cunt.

“what’s wrong, angel? feeling shy now? when you were just in the middle of pumping yourself with those cute little fingers like a little perv as i’m over here talking about my day? tsk..” you moan, loudly, at the degradation — who knew how badly you needed him to scold you like this?

“‘m sorry.. ‘m sorry, daddy..” at this point your voice is a breathless, whiny whisper; you’re so sensitive that you’re sure the slightest breeze could blow you away right now. you don’t even realize what you said until taehyun’s deep groan cuts through the speaker.

“fuck.”

you can hear him fisting his own cock now, and you’ve never been more jealous of another person’s hand.

“keep touching yourself for me, baby. just imagine that i’m right there... bet you wish it were my fingers buried in your cunt instead, don’t you?”

“yes! ugh, yes.. please, n-need it..” your own fingers are moving impossibly faster now, the lewd wet sounds of your arousal practically pornographic, and you can tell that taehyun hears it loud and clear by the drawn-out moan that he releases from the other end.

“that’s it.. faster, baby.. got you so wet and needy, just on my voice alone, fuck.. such a little fucking pervert.. need daddy that bad? need me to fuck some sense into you?”

“uh huh!” you babble out, nodding your head fervently even though he can’t even see it, “please, please, please.. want your cock, want your fingers, want your mouth- fuck- want everything, tyunnie please, fuck, i’m-“

“cum for me, princess.”

your jaw goes slack as your orgasm wracks through you at his simple command, drool threatening to escape past your lips as you keen for him, the high-pitched, filthy moan spurred on by the sloppy sounds of his cock in his hand.

several hazy moments pass. you lay there breathless, chest heaving as you finally slide your fingers out of your soaked pussy, legs twitching residually as you stare up at your ceiling in disbelief.

no fucking way i just had phone sex with my best friend.

in your daze you don’t realize that taehyun hasn’t said anything; your brows furrow as you glance at your screen to make sure the call didn’t disconnect, but then you hear him shuffling around, the jingling sound of keys sliding off of a hook.

“taehyun..?” you question carefully. did i ruin everything? does he hate me now? does he think i’m disgusting? what if-

“don’t move. i’ll be there in 10.”

“w-what? what do you-“

“i said i’d fuck some sense into you, didn’t i? ass up, baby. i’ll see you soon.”

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please please please please sub ceo soobin who's in love with y/n who's working in his company and one day he asks her on a date and they end the night with y/n dominating him on his own luxurious bed 😫😫

“8:09”

୨୧. pairing — ceo!choi soobin x secretary!reader

୨୧. CW — dom!fem!reader, sub!soob, pining, riding, boobjob, oral (m!rec), praise, unprotected sex, pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, sweet boy, slut, good boy), degradation, blonde soob, tit sucking

୨୧. a/n — FIRST REQQ SO EXCITED!! TYSM N I HOPE U LIKE THISS

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you have been the secretary for the ceo of choi enterprise for the longest time. you are his most trusted worker in the company and he adores you. the first day he met you he had his mind set on getting to be with you. you just seemed so.. closed off and quiet, which just made his desire to get closer to you grow. you seemed to be extremely professional, never letting your real personality show on the job. soobin, on the other hand, was a bit playful. on the day you started working, he was teasing you because of your short height, completely towering over you since the man is 6’1 and your still in the 5s, but that didn’t stop you from putting him in his place, shutting him down so fast.

despite the fact you are below him in rank, he respects you so much and always goes out of his way to make sure you have breaks and eat something on them. he’ll even order food for himself but also get some for you. he’s actually really sweet and he’s slowly growing on you. you begin to open up around him, hanging around in his office and having long conversations with him. he even walks you to your car after you get off of work, and makes sure you don’t stay too long at the office. just like now, its 8:09 pm, you just got off work. its supposed to just be another day of your regular routine of him making sure you get to your car safely, but before you can even put your hand on the handle of the door, he places his on top of yours and holds it.

“y/n.. would it be okay with you if we.. went out on a date sometime? like tomorrow? please? i’ve grown fond of you.. and.. i really like you.” his eyes are so pleading and he’s stumbling over his words. he’s seriously so cute, like a little bunny. you gently squeeze his hand and nod, agreeing to his proposal. “whatever you want, mr. choi. tomorrow night is fine with me.” you say, still trying to keep your competence, but he shakes his head. “call me soobin, y/n. you don’t have to be so professional all the time.” he murmurs, playing with your fingers. you simply bow and say a small apology before getting in your car and going home.

that night, your mind is filled with thoughts of him. you lie in your bed just thinking about how pretty he looks, mulling over all of his features and green flags. he’s a sweet man and very caring, and so so gorgeous. you smile as you drift off to sleep with thoughts of him in your head, dreaming about him all night. in the morning when you wake up for work, you make sure to look extra nice, putting on more makeup then you usually do and curling your hair instead of leaving it naturally straight as you usually do. you roll up your skirt a tad bit so its a little shorter and decide to wear a push up bra to accentuate the curves of your boobs, doing all this just to tease him because you think he’d like something like this and get flustered. you really wanna see his beautiful face all rosy just from you. you pop on some cherry red lipstick, thinking about all the ideas you have to tease him around the building all day until your date.

as soon as you get to the company headquarters, you saunter into his office with some paperwork that he needed. as soon as he sees you his cheeks become tinted with red, and his gaze travels down to your boobs. he just wants you keep you all to himself and is so shy you are walking around his office like that. you teasingly lean over his desk to hand him the papers, your breasts almost directly in his face. his eyes droop a little bit but he snaps out of it, extremely flustered as he thanks you for the papers and you leave. the whole day you flirt and play with him, pretending to accidentally drop a pen infront of him and bending over, revealing the curve of your ass and your red panties. then, you sit on the sofa in his private office, sitting in a way that makes your boobs look bigger then they already are, as if they are going to pop out of your shirt at any moment. you also breath down his neck, lips barely ghosting across it as you hand him a contract he needs to sign. he just keeps getting weaker and losing it, becoming a little whiny from your antics.

that night, you meet him at the extravagant place he planned for your dinner. you are wearing a pretty lingerie set under your tiny black dress, black kitten heels to match. you easily spot him from his platinum blonde head of hair, swaying your way over to him, purposely moving your hips. you sit down on the other side of him and he seems so enamored with your beauty. he takes one of your hands, rubbing his thumb across it. “you look so pretty, y/n.. your beautiful..” he says sweetly, but he simply can’t stop his gaze traveling down to your boobs and your figure once in a while. he is staring at you so adoringly, soft for you. you simply send him a smile and sip on some champagne. “thank you, soobin. your a sweetheart, you know that?” you say, a bit of a sultry tone to your voice, entangling your fingers with his. the whole night you have fun, eating, drinking, and talking. you find that you actually have a lot in common, he likes the same things you like and does the same things you do. at the end of the night he doesn’t want to let you go. he tugs your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“wait.. don’t go.. come back with me to my place. please?” he begs, clinging to your shorter frame. you can’t help but give in to those sweet eyes, smiling when he gets all excited since your coming over to stay the night with him. of course, he takes you back to his luxurious mansion in a beautiful ferrari, holding your hand the whole time and playing with your knuckles, head over heels for you. you eventually get back to his home and he leads you inside, keeping you close to him. he takes you up to his room, which is just as elegant as the rest of the place, and sits on his bed. you take off your heels and leave them by his bedroom door before coming and sitting beside him. you gently run a hand through his hair, your smile turning into a smirk as you run your fingers down to his neck, squeezing it ever so lightly, which causes him to let out a soft whimper, his eyes dropping as he leans into your touch. “you like that baby? such a sweet boy. you deserve this.” you say, your grin growing as you push him to lay down on the bed, straddling him.

you pull up your dress since it was already riding up, giving him a glimpse of the black lingerie you have underneath. you lean over him and begin to suck marks on his neck and collarbones, smiling stupidly as you drink in his little moans and whines, his hands softly resting on your head. you snake a hand under his shirt, rubbing his tummy and waist, before sitting up to pull off his expensive top. you lean down and kiss his pretty chest, wrapping your lips around one of his nipples which makes him squeal. his eyes roll back from the smallest bit of stimulation on his nipples. “such a good bunny.. aren’t you..” you mutter against his chest, biting down softly and twisting his other nipple in between your fingers. his sounds are so cute as you pin him down to the bed, his large frame squirming underneath you. you press your lips onto his, as he whines softly for your touch. you lower yourself to pull off his pants and boxers, nestling between his thighs as you playfully slap his hard cock, pressing a kiss to the tip.

“please.. need you so bad y/n! feels so good..” he cries so loudly, your thankful his bedroom walls are thick. you begin to run your tongue along his cock, over the fat veins on it before taking the whole thing in your mouth, simultaneously feeling him fumble to pull down your dress to see your boobs, trying to also take off your bra. you sit up and help him take it off before returning to your previous ministrations, letting him fondle your boobs as you do so. you bob your head up and down on his length for a little while before pulling him out of your mouth and sit up, squeezing his shaft between your boobs. this earns more sounds out of his puffy lips, his eyes getting teary from the feeling.

you squish his cock with your breasts, looking up at him through your lashes with the biggest smirk. “you wanna cum baby? wanna cum on my tits like the slut you are?” you say, picking up your pace on his huge length, grin growing as his sounds get louder and he nods. “y/n! wanna cum so bad.. let me cum..!” his eyes roll back and his head falls back, unable to hold back anymore. his cum spurts all over your tits, but that doesn’t cause you to stop. you keep pressing your tits against his cock, refusing to stop and overstimulating him. he begins to whine and scream your name loudly, getting overstimulated. “cant! too much! please! cant take it! gonna cum again!” he writhes underneath you on the bed and you have to pin him down, your hands on his thighs as you begin to suck on his shaft again, a death grip on his thighs. tears stream down his face as he cums again in your mouth, swallowing it all and releasing his cock with a pop.

“good boy.” you coo at him, sitting up and brushing away his tears, straddling his lap and completely pulling off your dress, positioning his dick over your entrance. you lower down on him ever so slowly, sitting there for a second as he readjusts underneath you, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling on it as his eyes drift shut. you start to move, spelling your name on his cock with your movements just to get a rise out of him. his moans are muffled now because he’s too busy sucking on your pretty tits, like the whore he is. “oh please baby.. love you.. been wanting you so bad.. could barely control myself today when you were teasing me in the office.. wanted you to be on top of me so bad.” he whimpers against your boobs as you practically milk his cock with your pussy.

“i know bunny.. shh. gonna cum all over your pretty cock, okay?” you whisper, petting his cheek as his sucks on your nipple get more and more needy with each time you bounce up and down. he just nods, his eyes completely closed as his hands stroke your back and your waist so affectionately, your hand coming up to rub his scalp comfortingly, feeling yourself about to cum. your own moans get louder and he knows your going to climax sooner or later so he brings one of his hands down to rub your clit. he’s such a good boy and just wants to please you. his long fingers vigorously rubbing your clit causes you to cream all over his cock, letting out a high pitched moan as you lean back, letting him fuck into you, your walls tightening around him as he feels the hot cum paint his length. he whines softly and cums inside you as soon as you cum, the way your walls were clinging to his shaft was too much for him and he came for the third time. he goes limp against you and pulls you close, pulling you off his cock and holding you close to him, gently smiling at you as he lays you both down. his big hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you in for a soft kiss, his eyes drooping. he mumbles the sweetest things in your ear as you both fall asleep in the warmth of each others embrace.

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@vixialuvs don’t steal my work! <3

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scribblemetae · 3 months

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ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ★ ᴄ.ʏᴊ

❝Your blood sucking boyfriend needs you bad, and he doesn't care how late it is.❞

PAIRING: vampire!choi yeonjun x fem!reader RATING: NSFW, MDNI! WARNINGS: smut, established relationship, vampire au, soft dom!yeonjun, soft sex, blood mention/blood sucking, vampire venom mention (kind of works like an aphrodisiac?), breast/nipple play, vaginal fingering, begging, dirty talk, like the smallest hint of anal (f. rec), praise kink, sickly sweet pet names WORDS: 1.3k A/N: this is a repost from my old account! originally written for my halloween event.

TAGLIST: @wintertxt, @boba-beom, @wolfytae-exe, @takemehye, @naomiarai , @mapofthemazeinthemirror , @bunnie-hq , @doumachi, @numxra, @soobinsbuns, @taegimood, @jeniihss, @soobabby, @hhoneylix

You're just on the verge of falling asleep when you feel strong arms wrap tight around your waist, the bed dipping to accommodate your boyfriend sliding into bed behind you. His bare chest presses up snug against your back, skin cold as ice, and you shiver when he leans his head down to press chaste kisses against your shoulder.

“I’m hungry,” Yeonjun whines in your ear, voice breathy and tight— you can feel his sharp canines graze your skin as he talks, his hips bump up against the swell of your ass; you can feel the weight of his cock through your thin nightgown like there was nothing but skin, stiff and twitching… so it was going to be one of those nights. “Need you bad, baby..”

“But Jjunie, I was sleeping,” You whine back, petulant, trying to ignore the heat collecting in your belly. Your boyfriend always had such terrible timing.

“Mmm, don’t care~” Yeonjun coos, drags his teeth across your shoulder again, this time letting it catch on the strap of your nightgown, drag it down your arm. The side of your gown falls, exposing one of your tits, and Yeonjun is quick to cup it in his palm, pinch your nipple in between his index finger and thumb. “I'm starving, need you now… I can hear your heartbeat, my princess, I know you need me too~~”

He tugs hard on your nipple, makes your breath hitch, hips grind down, heart skip— he heard it, you could tell, with how he chuckles smugly into the crook of your neck. “Smells so good..” he moans, nose burrowing further, begging for you to bear your neck to him— you do so without a fight, relish in the way he sucks in a breath, inhales your scent deeply. “Always taste so good, too… Please, just a bite…”

You grit your teeth, prepared for the bite, but it never comes— instead Yeonjun licks a fat stripe up your neck with the flat of his tongue, nasty and lewd and leaving a wet trail that stings in the cool air. He finishes just under your ear, and you can nearly hear his smirk as he ghosts his canines across your skin, pretty pouty lips sucking a dark purple bruise. You gasp, bare more of your neck, twist in Yeonjun's strong embrace; your hips rock harder, faster together, sheer fabric of your nightgown wet with Yeonjun's precum and slowly riding up your thighs from the friction.

“Touch me,” you beg in a whisper, drenched panties sticking to your core. Yeonjun chuckles deep in his chest.

“Let me feed,” he twists your nipple one last time, letting go to trail his hand slow down your stomach to meet the lacy hem of your gown. He always knew exactly what card to play to get you to give in.

“Fuck, fine, okay, just make it quick--” you plead, mostly for your own sanity— you could feel Yeonjun grin against your neck, hardly giving you any time to prepare before he bore his sharp fangs into you.

“shit!” you hiss from the pain; no matter how many times you let Yeonjun feed from you, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sting and the burn from his bites. He's quick to apologize, his fingers finally coming to rest on your covered clit. He rubs a few gentle circles, fast and precise, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and finally, finally the searing pain of his teeth is drowned out by the euphoria of his venom.

You feel hot, burning, Yeonjun's cold tongue and breath doing nothing to cool you down— he licks up your blood in fat, broad swipes, wet and messy as he groans in your ear. “So good~” he pants hard, hips bucking, long index finger leaving your clit to trail down your soaked slit. “shit, you’re so wet for me…”

You're dizzy, lightheaded, foggy brain unable to keep up with all of the pleasure; your hips flutter wildly, legs spread wide to give Yeonjun the most access. “Want you,” you garble, pussy soaked and clenching around nothing.

Yeonjun momentarily pulls off of your neck, entranced by the way your blood pools around the puncture marks. You immediately whine pathetically for him, squirming, dazed and craving his lips back on your skin. “You want me, baby?” he teases, gentle fingers continuing to stroke your folds. “Want me how?”

His fingertip catches the hem of your panties, and you keen high in your throat— you can hardly speak, let alone string a sentence together, pretty little head empty and full of only Yeonjun… you want to cry out for him, watery, but all you manage is a pathetic, choked “Jjunie, your fingers, want your fingers, please—!”

Your face burns, but Yeonjun is just as desperate as you are— he tugs your panties down your thighs in one swift motion, leaving them bunched around your knees to stuff your cunt full with two bony fingers— you let out a sob at the intrusion, head lolling back just enough for yeonjun to continue getting his fill. You welcome the feeling of his lips and tongue, shaking and whimpering as he begins to scissor you open to the rhythm of his suckles on your neck.

“Mmm, ahh— Yeonjun!” you beg, but you’re not sure what for— Yeonjun's fingertips rub your sweet spot with perfect precision, his thumb coming up to rub tight, slick circles on your clit; you spread your legs wider, keen for more; your boyfriend gives it to you with a snicker, slides in a third finger alongside the others. “Please, please—“

“Please what?” Yeonjun goads, finishing his work on your neck with a lavish flick of his tongue. His fingers pump your pussy with vigor, nasty wet noises spilling from your drenched folds— he curses with a moan, grabs again at your tit with his free hand, tweaking and tugging at your sensitive bud. “God, you’re so perfect f’me, perfect girl… feed me so well, so delicious~”

Your bite had stopped bleeding, healed over with a few sweet kitten licks from your lover, but his venom still coursed through your veins, set your skin on fire, belly taught and aching cunt begging for release— you were still under his thrall, perfect little doll for him to play with after he’s gotten his meal. The pace of Yeonjun's fingers were brutal against your sweet spot, palm of his hand sending hot sparks through your clit with every rock of your hips… His leaking, throbbing cock, nestled between your cheeks, fat cockhead sliding thick and heavy against your asshole with every sloppy thrust— Yeonjun kisses your earlobe, bites down gently, whispers so sweet and fond, “C'mon baby, please what? i haven’t gotten you stupid on my fingers now, have i?”

“I’m gonna cum!” you wail in response, pussy fluttering around his digits, clit pulsating, your hips wild caught in between his hand and his hips; Yeonjun coos, twists and bends his fingers just the way you like it, the heat coiled tightly in your belly threatening to snap. “Please, gonna cum, wanna cum, let me cum!”

“Nasty girl, creaming all over my fingers after i suck her dry,” Yeonjun giggles, cock twitching hard against your fluttering asshole. “Go ahead, princess, make a fuckin’ mess.”

His free hand leaves your sore tit to pinch hard at your clit, long fingers fucking you open and playing with you just so perfect and right— you cum with a sharp cry, stretched out walls spasming, clamping down on yeonjun’s digits, swollen lips fluttering as you completely drench his hands in your release— Yeonjun talks you through it with sickly sweet “good girl”s and “good job”s, sticky fingers working your pretty abused hole despite just how hard you were clamping down, forcing them out— “So tight,” he groans brokenly in your ear, “Gotta fuck you now~”

“I said be quick—“ you retort, voiced fried, bratty despite letting Yeonjun manhandle you with ease— he towers over you on the bed, hips knocking, fat cock brushing against your folds and making you whimper… Yeonjun grabs your thighs in his hands, folds you in half with dizzying strength and ease; grin wolfish, eyes dark, sharp teeth catching the moonlight—

“Oh baby, we’re just beginning.”

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scribblemetae · 3 months

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Stray Kids Reaction | NSFW | Making Them Cry During Sex

The times you've made them cry during sex

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: listen, I would just like to say that I should have regrets. But I don’t. Also it’s Minho’s fault entirely, His was the first part I wrote in this piece

Warnings: crying (literally all of them) light bondage, sub/dom dynamics, nicknames, teasing, creampie, impregnation, slapping, orgasm denial, overstimulation, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, riding, handjobs (I’m more than likely missing something, please let me know if something needs to be added)

Read at your own discretion

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CHAN

Chan who is tied to a chair. His ankles strapped to each leg of the chair to keep his legs spread. His hands bound behind the chair. The ropes delicately weaved from his wrists up to above his elbows. You know better than to give him an easy out to break free from his restraints. Besides, it also gets you off watching him so helpless, when he’s normally the one in control.

His eyes well with tears as he groans, his hips bucking up uselessly. You’re riding him so well, he can’t think straight anymore.

“Fuck princess please. Please let me cum, please baby, need to fill you up,” He sobs as you run your hands over his chest.

He groans in pain as your hips slow to a lazy drag over his cock. His orgasm fading away slowly. You rake your fingers down his chest, smirking at the red marks your nails leave.

“You promised I could use you as much as I wanted as a treat, don’t you remember Channie?” you say, your voice sickeningly sweet as you clench around him.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, a lightheaded feeling clouding his brain.

“Yes- yes baby I remember…” he says in a daze.

The feeling of your warm walls around him driving to the brink of insanity. He’s so ready to do whatever you say. Hell, he’d get on his knees and beg you if that’s what you asked. As long as he can press your hips tightly to his as he fills you to the brim with his cum he doesn’t care what you ask him to do.

You can see that he’s on the edge. And you intend to use it to your advantage.

He lets out the loudest moan as you pick your pace back up. His arms fighting against the restraints to get his hands on you.

“So sit still and let me use your cock Channie, be good for me yeah?”

MINHO

“Open your mouth,” you command.

Minho glares up at you, normally it would send you straight to your knees. But tonight is different, tonight you’d both agreed to try something new. Normally it’s Minho above you, taking charge and guiding your every move. Tonight, after some careful conversations, he’d agreed to let you take the reins.

He’s taken your normal place, kneeling on the bed with his hands in his lap. His gaze turned up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, looming over him.

You raise your hand, slapping Minho across the face. He groans as you grip his cheeks in your hands, forcing his lips to part.

“That wasn’t a request. Open your mouth and stick your fucking tongue out,”

He lets his tongue out, looking up at you with hooded eyes. You watch the pleasure course through him as you spit in his mouth. It’s strange to watch him so lost in pleasure, teetering on an edge you’re so used to sitting on. But you also can’t deny the heat that pools in your belly at the sight.

“That’s a good boy,” you coo as he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing as he does it.

Minho’s eyes go glassy, as his lip trembles. He turns his face away, even as you run your hands through his hair.

“What’s wrong? You don’t have to hide, go ahead and cry baby, I know you like that I’m treating you like this,” your voice low as lean down. The hand you have in his hair tightens, yanking his hair to make him face you. Minho whimpers, his face going red as he looks at you with dazed eyes. His face is flushed as stares up at you. Tears finally slipping out of the corners of his eyes, leaving glistening trails in their wake.

His hands gripping his thighs as he does his best not to squirm in place. You offer him a twisted smile, your free hand trailing down the side of his neck. You take pride in the way he keens at your touch.

“Please, please don’t stop,” he begs quietly.

And who are you to deny him when he looks so pretty while he begs?

CHANGBIN

It’s not uncommon for you and Changbin to end up in bed after a fight. It’s become a routine almost, you’d both take time to cool off, talk it out, and then make up between the sheets. You both loved the intimacy of it all, being able to convey your feelings through soft touches and sweet kisses better than with words.

Tonight hadn’t been different, a small misunderstanding had led to yelling and slammed doors. But you were both quick to find each other, each apologizing before you ended up underneath Changbin.

However, tonight you notice changbin is much quieter, ticking his face against your shoulder as he makes love to you. The silence doesn’t bother you until you hear a small sniffle near your ear.

“Changbin?,”You rub your hand up Changbin’s back, sniffling is all you get in response. you move your hands to his hips, pushing at them to get him to stop moving.

“Baby, please look at me,” Changbin finally stops, still refusing to look at you.

“Binnie,” you gently pull his face away from your neck. His watery eyes meet yours as he pouts.

“I’m so sorry baby, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, I-I was just upset,” he cries softly. You smile, kissing his cheeks as you wipe his tears away.

“I know, it’s okay Bin,” you coo softly, “It was the heat of the moment, we both said things we didn’t mean. But we’re good now, okay?”

He stares down at searching for any signs that you’re lying. He only finds you staring up at him with a small smile on your face. He finally nods, his hands pulling you closer to him.

“I love you so much, never want you to forget that,” he kisses you softly, his hips slowly picking up their pace. You moan into the kiss, your I love you coming out breathless against his lips.

“Let me show you just how much I love you baby, show you how much you mean to me,” his kisses traveling down your neck. You can only nod as his thrusts speed up, rendering you completely speechless.

HYUNJIN

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with Hyunjin. You’ve been together for a few months, but everything still feels so new. That’s Hyunjin’s doing of course, he’s made every moment of your relationship feel special,precious even. Now is no different.

Hyunjin who holds your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles down at you as you stare at him looking so lost in his eyes.

“How are you feeling honey?” he checks in, rubbing his thumb against your wrist softly. You give him a dopey smile, hiking your legs up further around his waist.

“So good Hyunnie, it's so good,” you moan. He hums, leaning down to run his lips across your cheek.

“You’re so pretty baby, love having you like this,” his voice is soft against your cheek. You shiver at the feeling, whispering his name softly.

“Jinnie…”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I-” Your eyes water as you look up at him. The words are stuck on the tip of your tongue, but you're so lost in him you can't quite get them out.

He pauses his movements. Even with his hips still the pleasure is overwhelming.

“Do you need me to stop, baby? Is it too much?,”

“Hyunjin, I love you,” your lip trembles, as you get the words out.

Hyunjin is frozen in place, his eyes wide as he stares down at you. The silence makes you panic, ready to take the confession back immediately. Before you can, Hyunjin smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, tearing up as he leans down to kiss you again.

“I love you too,” he says softly, his voice sounding choked up. You kiss him back desperately, squeezing his hands he still has locked in yours.

Hyunjin pulls back to look at your face again. A dopey grin is still plastered on his face, his eyes a little teary. His hips pick up speed as he kisses up the side of your face. Mumbling the I love yous with each of his thrusts, sending you spiraling into pleasure.

JISUNG

Jisung is quite honestly addicted to eating you out. It’s a pretty safe assumption to say he probably loves it more than you do. Recently he’d been obsessed with trying to have you sit in his face, practically begging you to try it once.

You were still a little hesitant when you straddled his chest, letting Jisung pull where he wanted you. The second Jisung’s tongue meets your core, you’re whining into the open room. He notices the way you hover, still unsure of everything. He pulls away from his ministrations, instead moving to pepper kisses along your inner thighs sweetly.

“Pretty, what’s the point of having you sit on my face if you’re all shy, hmm?”

“I feel like I’m gonna hurt you Ji,” you admit, peering down at him between your legs.

“You won’t, promise. Just let yourself go and use me to make yourself feel good, okay?” he runs his hands over your hips softly, waiting for your response.

When you shyly nod he gives your thigh a final kiss before pulling you firmly down against him.

You slowly begin to work your hips against his tongue, moaning softly at the feeling. Jisung looks up at you, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he watches you pleasure yourself above him. The groan he lets out against you spurs you on. Your hips quick as you work yourself over Jisung’s face.

“Fuck… Sungie, feels so good baby,”

He blinks up at you, his eyes starting to water from lack of oxygen. It only heightens the pleasure for him, his movements hungry as eats you out faster. His cock strains against his boxers. His hips chasing the smallest friction from the fabric.

“There, stay right there,” you whimper, hands tightening in Jisung’s hair.

Jisung grips your hips, forcing you down on his face harder. He intends to devour you whole, the need to breathe be damned. If he suffocates between your thighs so be it, the sight of you above him falling apart against his tongue would be well worth it.

You cum with a loud whine, frantically grinding over Jisung’s mouth. The feeling sends him further over the edge. He lets out a cry of your name through a choked moan. He cums untouched as he helps you through your high. When you both come down, he helps you off of him, the biggest of grins plastered on his face.

FELIX

The sex with Felix is filled with giggles and sweet words. Sweet nothings whispered between passionate kisses. It starts out giggly, high off the thought of starting a family with each other. What started with silly late night conversations has built up to this moment. Maybe it won’t happen this very night, but just the mere idea that it could, has you and Lix practically tearing each other’s clothes off. He’s careful when he presses into you. The feeling of you wrapped around his bare cock only adding to the giddiness he feels.

“I can’t wait to start a family with you, baby,” you sigh dreamily.

“Me too angel. Wanna have a little one of us running around here,” his hips twitching at the thought of you pregnant. You giggle, your breath hitching as Felix thrusts deepen.

“Want them to have your smile,” you sat tracing across the curve of his lips.

“You think they’ll have your eyes? god , if they have your eyes I’m doomed,” he laughs getting lost in your eyes with you beneath him.

“One look and I’ll give them everything they ask for.”

“You’re gonna spoil them regardless Lix,” you tease back.

He hums, watching you for another moment. His smile falters slightly, hips stilling as he cups your cheek.

“And you’re sure you want this?” he runs his thumb across your cheekbone delicately.

“I know we talked about it. But-well if you’re not sure we can always wait or-”

You shut him up with a kiss.

“Lix, I want this more than anything. I want to have a baby with you. Want to spend the rest of my life with you,” you say between gentle kisses.

He pulls back searching for any hesitation. He only finds you staring up at him, practically glowing from joy before him. He smiles, pulling you closer, practically wrapping you around him.

“I love you,” he says between his own kisses. He’s breathless, as are you, from the pleasure of it all. His eyes watery as he whispers to you. You’re confident yours are just as watery, if not more.

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

This only spurs him on further, cradling you against him as he makes love to you, fully intent on getting you pregnant tonight at all costs.

SEUNGMIN

It all started with Seungmin clowning you when you cried after making you cum four times. He’d been quick to tease you after the fact, calling you a cry baby for not being able to handle the pleasure. The teasing turned into a bet, when you challenged him not to cry after the same amount of orgasms. Seungmin never being one to back down from a challenge agreed. And oh how he wishes he’d never agreed to this.

It’s after his third orgasm that he begins to curse his past self for being a cocky shit.

A loud moan escapes him as he cums, your hips never faltering in their pace. Every nerve on his body feels like it's on fire as you quite literally ride him like your life depends on it.

The sound of your hips meeting his fill the empty room. The lewd slaps and heavy breathing cloud his mind further. His hands grip your hips, attempting to keep you in place as he comes down from his third high.

“Fuck baby, please I can’t - please slow down,” he begs. He’s so lost in his pleasure you don’t think he notices the glassy haze in his eyes. But you sure as hell do. You smirk, picking up your pace.

“What’s wrong minnie? Thought you could handle this?” you say clenching around him on purpose.

He whines, his hips moving on their own accord at this point. Whether they’re trying to chase or get away from yours he isn’t quite sure at this point.

“You’re gonna give me one more, I know you have one more in you,” you repeat the all too familiar words to him. He whines at your teasing, as if he hadn’t said that to you before.

“I- I can’t,” he whimpers, still desperately gripping your hips.

“You can and you will,” you say firmly. Seungmin doesn’t know if it's from how sensitive he is or if it’s the way authority drips from your voice as you say it. But next thing he knows he’s coming inside you for the final time. A choked moan leaves his lips as tears spill over his cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats between little sobs, as his release crashes over him. You keep moving your hips until he’s come down before carefully sliding off of him. His sobs eventually stop as you delicately clean him with a warm cloth.

You lean over and kiss him gently as you lay against his chest. He hums becoming unusually clingy as he pulls you into him. It’s quiet for a few moments before he finally speaks.

“Okay…You win,” he huffs out quietly.

JEONGIN

Jeongin feels delirious at this point. He’s lost track of how long you’ve had him like this. Completely naked in the middle of your bed. Your hand on his cock, ruining each and every one of his orgasms.

Now a black cock ring sits around him. It’s almost painful with the way it squeezes around his aching cock. He’s never known something so painful to feel this good.

“Need to come so bad, please!” He cries out. He's past the point of being ashamed that he’s crying.

You ignore him in favor of speeding up your hand movements, swiping your thumb across his slit with every stroke. He hates and loves how nonchalant you are about this. How you kiss up the side of the neck sweetly while making him fall apart at your fingertips.

His body feels hot all over, he’d do anything at this point just to get you to give him some release.

The only thing his brain can think to do is beg.

“Y/n, please, please just let me cum, please,” he begs, voice truly broken.

You answer in the form of slipping the ring off of him, twisting your wrist as you glide it over him. “Coming, fuck I’m coming-“ he lets out a high pitched whine, his hips bucking into your hand quickly.

A wrecked sob escapes as he cums practically wailing from the pleasure coursing through him. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his orgasm. He throws a hand over his face as he cries. He’s so lost in the euphoria that rushes through him he fails to notice the sadistic smirk you wear.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you Innie,” you say softly. Stroking your free hand through his hair gently.

He’s quiet as he comes down from his high, letting you pull him to lay against you. You wait until his breathing evens out before breaking the silence.

“Innie?”

“Yeah?”

“You good?” you ask, running your fingers over his back softly. He huffs out a laugh.

“Baby, you just made me cry from pleasure,” he says, turning to the side to look at you, “I’m pretty sure if I tried to stand, I'd crumple straight to the floor, so yeah. It was good.”

You roll your eyes, kissing up the side of his neck.

“Don’t worry, it’ll wear off eventually,” you say softly.

He’s both alarmed and excited at your words.

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