pairing: mark lee x reader (best friends to lovers)
word count: 2.2 k
genre:SMUT
summary: the sexual tension of having a best friend who is always flirting with you and all of your friends think you are dating already, in one of your movie nights you can’t help it anymore after the dirty talking
notes: so mark is getting into me lately, I’ve been just a whore for him and decided to write this quick oneshot, honestly I totally see him doing something like that , imagine having him as your best friend, but anyway hope you enjoy it
warnings: alcohol, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), 69, light spanking, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, cum play, orgasm denial, anal (female receiving), dom mark, sub reader
Cold snowy day in New York City, you and your best friend Mark are in your penthouse making drinks getting ready for an Netflix session.
Mark gets a text from Haechan and laughs.
“- They’re jealous because I’m not hanging out with them right now”
“What are they saying?” You ask.
“- Well, they think we are… Netflix and chill you know?”
“But aren’t we?” You grab another bottle of wine.
“- No I mean…” He lets a typical high-pitched laugh out “- like, really Netflix and chill, nevermind…”
“Why does everybody think we fucked anyway?”
You and Mark were very close. Your friendship started very naturally, since the first day you were introduced by mutual friends, minutes later you were already joking around and it was like you knew each other for a very long time. Mark liked you because you were very easy going and he felt super comfortable around you. He was your male version and you were his female version. Also he was very overprotective with guys around you and since you both had a flirty personality and were always hugging and touchy people assumed you had something more going on.
i could be a better boyfriend than him: huang renjun smut
pairing: soft!renjun to possessive!renjun x fem!toxic!reader (non-idol au).
warnings: mentions of toxic relationship, cheating, brief choking, spitting, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, unprotected sex. not proofread. lowercase intended.
disclaimer: i am not glorifying cheating or a toxic relationship. this is purely fictional and i do not portray renjun nor the reader to be these type of people. this was requested, purely for entertainment. thank you and please enjoy!
“he fucking pisses me off,” you angrily mutter as you wrap your hands around renjun’s neck; continuing to bounce on his cock.
renjun moans closing his eye from bliss. he has a death grip on your hips as if saying don’t stop.
you knew cheating on your boyfriend wasn’t right, but when he pisses you off, your morals fly out the window and you don’t care about your actions.
“what did he-,” he moans mid sentence when he felt your walls clench around him. “what did he do?” he breathlessly ask.
you pause to flip down on your back. renjun wastes no time to get in between your legs. he carelessly wraps them around his slim waist and easily thrusts back into you. a low moan escapes your mouth as he fills you back up; not wasting a second to continue to pound into your pussy.
“he said i couldn’t,” you bring your hand down to rub circles on your clit. “-couldn’t do anything right and he’s only with me because i’m a fantastic fuck.”
“i mean, he’s not entirely wrong,” renjun pants leaning down to capture your lips. you kiss him back, grabbing his chin with the hand you were rubbing your clit with. you lick his lips and he gladly opened his mouth up to you. you swirl your tongue against his, exploring him.
with all the strength you could muster, you push yourself on top of him so now he’s in kneeling position. you pull away from his lips, keeping your grip on his chin and his mouth wide open. he stares up at you confused until you lean down spitting in his mouth.
his eyes widen at your action. you clam his mouth shut, demanding him to swallow it.
with no hesitation, he swallows your saliva.
“good boy,” you praise him. leaning down to kiss him once more. you slightly lift yourself off of him so he could sit in a more comfortable position. once he’s readjusted, you line his cock back to your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him.
you both moan in unison. he grabs your hips once more and thrusts up inside of you. you hold his shoulders for dear life as he continues to pound up into your pussy. your breast bounce with each thrust, occasionally hitting his chin. without warning, he wraps his mouth around your nipple, making you moan out loudly.
“you’ll make a great boyfriend, renjunnie,” you said running your hands through his newly cut hair. he pulls away from your nipple, pushing your hair to the side, and nipping at your neck. he licked a stride across the sensitive skin before biting down on the wet flesh.
he felt possessive at the moment. getting angry at the thought of your piece of shit boyfriend. he knew for sure he could be a better boyfriend than him. and he’s willing to prove that in any way, shape or form. he wanted you; needed you.
“yes,” you moan throwing your head back in utter bliss. with renjun’s rapid thrusting and him marking his territory, you were ready to cum at any moment.
he tugs your hair to make you look at him. “you’re mine now,” he said against your quivering lips. “do you understand me?”
“yes,” you moan bouncing yourself on his cock again as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. he didn’t like the answer as he stop his thrust much to your dismay and gripped your chin as you did his earlier. “i said do you understand me?” he repeated his question more sternly now. you vigorously nod your head. “yes, renjun,” you whimper, desperate for release.
“that’s my good girl,” he muttered capturing your lips again before returning to his previous job.
he lied down on his back, pulling you with him so you’re chest to chest. he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, and slowly thrusting back into you. you gasp feeling his cock reach places that he couldn’t reach in his prior positions. you bury your face in the crock of his neck, mewling as he starts to pick up pace.
“don’t hide from me, honey,” he said squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. “let me hear you.”
he removes one hand from your ass to toy with your rim. your eyes squeeze shut at the euphoria he was giving to you. not even your boyfriend could make you feel this good.
your back arched and you slightly sat up, gripping the bed sheets beside his face. he gawked at the sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jiggling breast above his face. he could cum to the thought of getting you off.
“i’m cumming,” you whimpered reaching between your bodies and rubbing your clit.
“want you to cum first,” renjun muttered. he stopped toying with your rim and cupped your chin again. pulling your face towards his, he placed a filthy, wet, tongue filled kiss on your swollen lips. “cum on me, honey.”
your breath grew harder and shallow. you rubbed your clit faster and harsher. the knot in your belly snapped and you came gushing on his cock, crying out in pleasure of the best sex you’ve ever had.
renjun’s mouth fell ajar at the feeling of your walls clamping down on his cock as you orgasmed. his thrust grew sloppy and not long after you, he cums; filling your insides with his fluid, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
you both lie there. panting. sweating. locked in each others embrace.
he thrust a few more times to ride out your highs. he rolls you over onto your back, still stuffed inside of you. he brushes his fingers over the hickey he made. mentally smiling in satisfactory. he looked down to where his cock was still inside of you. he rubbed your thighs before slowly pulling himself out of you. a small moan leaving your mouth at the sudden emptiness.
renjun gasped, feeling himself getting turned on once again from your mixed cum slowly oozing out of you. without hesitation, he runs his index and middle finger down your slit, collecting the wet fluid. he locked eyes with you, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking the juice right off.
“so delicious,” he commented before collapsing beside you.
he pulled the blanket over you. he played with your hair and rubbed your arm until you eventually fell asleep. when he was certain you were in a deep slumber, he rose from his bed, pulling his clothes back on.
he grabbed his cap and the small hand knife he kept in his nightstand before quietly making his way out of his apartment complex in search of your shitty boyfriend.
did you think he was kidding when he said he would do anything to prove that he would be the better boyfriend?
“Come here, love,” you wave at him with a warm smile.
Doyoung can feel you stare at him when he slowly undresses and can’t help but blush – his face and ears are on fire. He, who’s always so confident to the point of arrogance sometimes, lose all of his composure in front of you. It doesn’t matter how many times you two shared such intimate moments – he’d still get shy. Now he looks back at you and immediately turns his stare away caught off guard by the hunger in your eyes. Your smile only broadens at that.
“You’re gazing at me like you want to eat me alive,” Doyoung chuckles rolling his eyes and steps into the bathtub to sit between your legs.
He sighs happily savouring the warm water and leans back against your chest. His breath hitches ever so slightly when your stiff nipples brush the skin of his back, but he quickly pulls himself together. He smiles softly to himself when he feels your arms circling his waist and covers your hands with one of his.
“Maybe I do,” you murmur softly before kissing his temple.
“You’re just so sweet, Doyoung.”
“Yeah, I know,” he answers cheekily stretching his long legs.
Doyoung’s head falls back onto your shoulder, and he closes his eyes with another content sigh as his fingers lazily trace random patterns on the skin of your thigh. Being with you always makes him feel giddy inside but today even more so. Wrapped in your embrace he feels safer than ever before, deeply loved and cherished, and he can’t quite wrap his head around all those feelings. Everything is just so soft and warm when you’re with him. Finally, Doyoung doesn’t need to do or say anything, he just needs to be.
“You want me to soap you?” you ask threading your fingers through his locks, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a broad smile.
He knows very well where this is all going, and he likes that direction. Very much so.
“Sure, do whatever you like, babe,” he answers trying his best to not sound too eager but fails miserably.
You don’t comment on that but Doyoung’s absolutely sure that you’re deeply amused by that – he doesn’t even need to see you to know that. He just knows.
“I like to touch you, you know,” you muse as you pour the gel onto your hand.
“Really? I didn’t notice,” he murmurs sarcastically and then yelps when you bite his earlobe suddenly.
“I also like to bite you,” you say lowly right into his ear and kiss his shoulder to which he shudders slightly.
Doyoung likes when you bite him too, no – he loves it. He loves to see the marks you leave on his skin: all the hickeys on his neck, chest and thighs, the red lines left by your nails, the occasional teeth marks. He likes to show them off oh-so-accidentally to others, so they know that you mark him as yours.
“There is a lot of things I like to do to you, love,” you chuckle and then your wet tongue’s moving up his neck and he can’t think straight.
That one simple movement reminds him about all those things you did to him with that tongue, and he almost groans at the very memory. He’s absolutely helpless as you set his body on fire time after time with full premeditation with the sweetest of smiles. One word from you, and he’s done for.
While his mind wanders freely, your hands are on his chest once again, moving slowly along the wet skin and leaving a bubbly trail behind. Your touch is gentle yet firm, palms slowly sweep along his arms and forearms to finally reach his hands and entwine fingers with his briefly. Then they move to his abdomen, moving lower and lower until he’s panting heavily, but you clearly have none of it as your hands avoid touching him where he needs to be touched the most.
“Up,” you say motioning to his legs, and he not only does bend his legs obediently but also spreads them wide for better access.
A view that unfolds in front of you makes your pussy throb in need. Trying your best to control yourself you pour some more gel on your hands and get to work. Doyoung chokes out a moan when your nails gently scratch his inner thighs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, babe, I don’t think I can take it,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“Nonsense, love, we both know that you’re capable of taking far more than that,” you answer with a smirk massaging his calves.
Soon your hands sweep up his legs once again to gently soap his sensitive balls.
“Oh, fuck, you can’t just start to play with my balls without any warning like that,” he groans grasping the edge of the bathtub fiercely.
You don’t answer instead focusing now on massaging the skin of his groin obviously avoiding touching his cock. Finally, he can’t take any more of your teasing.
“Please,” Doyoung whimpers shakily pressing his back into your chest.
“Please what, love?”
He scoffs in the answer and turns his head to gently press his lips to the skin of your neck. You look down on him and have to swallow seeing him up close. His thick dark locks glued to his temples and forehead, eyes still closed and cheeks flushed – he’s gorgeous, absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“So?” you ask hoarsely trying to get a grip on yourself once again which seems to be an impossible task at the moment.
He moves away slightly and opens his eyes to look at you with such an irritated look that you can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly.
“If you’d be that kind and play with my dick, I’d be grateful,” Doyoung snickers clearly done with you.
“I can’t refuse when you ask so nicely,” you chuckle in the answer before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
He kisses you back eagerly and so you simply kiss for what seems like forever. When you slowly move away, both of you are panting heavily. Out of the corner of your eye you notice that his cock is fully hard now, almost begging for attention in the way it’s resting against his abdomen.
“The sweetest indeed,” you smirk referring to your previous comment.
“And yours only,” Doyoung adds breathlessly gazing at you with such emotions that your mouth gets dry.
“Yes,” you whisper softly kissing his forehead, feeling a shudder running down your spine.
“Mine.”
He closes his eyes with a choked moan when your fingers curl around his swollen shaft. His cock is beautiful you have to admit: all flushed pink, veins bulging on the sides and leaking swollen tip.
“Gorgeous,” you murmur into his ear and his hips buck at your words.
You smile at his reaction and place wet kisses on his neck as Doyoung slowly fucks your slippery hand, grunting, whimpering and moaning your name. You move your hand up and down his swollen shaft to meet his thrusts, teasing the leaking head with your thumb from time to time. His body is trembling from both effort and pleasure, and you’re absolutely mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“Doyoung,” you moan lowly as he unexpectedly moves to the side and slides lower, just enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth.
He sucks, lick and bites gently – all that while still fucking your hand tightly wrapped around his shaft. You almost laugh reminding yourself that he’s indeed known for his multitasking skills.
“I–I’m close,” he grunts pressing his face in between your breasts and gripping the edge of the bathtub tighter.
You know that already from the way his hips stutter, the way the muscles of his abdomen tense so deliciously. But he can’t just come like that, when you two are sitting in the tub full of water.
“Don’t come yet, love,” you murmur softly, and he immediately stops moving altogether.
You sigh heavily as your pussy throbs in response to his behaviour.
“Honestly Doyoung, do you even know what you’re doing to me when you’re this obedient? I want to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk,” you growl kissing his shoulder as your hand lazily pumps his cock.
When his body starts to tense once again, you let go of his dick, letting it rest against his abdomen as you proceed with placing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach. Doyoung’s panting heavily as his cock continues to bob from time to time, but you pretend not to notice.
“You’re good for me, love. Stand up,” you say already licking your lips.
Careful not to slip Doyoung does as told and turns around to face you. His breath hitches audibly when you press your cheek against his hard length with a smirk playing on your lips. He moans hoarsely when you lick the sensitive skin before taking him into your mouth. You look up at him doing so only to find him gaping at you already with utter awe and adoration written across his face.
“Please,” he begs desperately, and you simply nod as your mouth’s currently full of his cock.
He cries out your name while spending down your throat, and you continue to suck him off until he pleads for you to stop. Doyoung slowly sits back between your legs, body still trembling slightly as you hug him tightly from behind.
“Mine,” you softly whisper, and he nods only with a goofy grin on his face.
Contains:Dry humping, hair pulling, dirty talk, coming in pants/underwear
Word count: 1824
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“Can you imagine? She says I deliberately seduced her!” Johnny fumes shifting on the chair in irritation.
“It’s not that difficult to seduce someone, you know. Sometimes it sort of just happens,” you muse swiftly untangling ribbons from his thick locks.
It’s truly a shame that you have to remove those brightly coloured strips from his hair as they create a strikingly beautiful contrast with his dark strands. In the same time you’re almost thankful he asked for your help – you don’t even want to imagine how he could possibly cope with it by himself. You’re sure that with his non-existent patience he’d end up half-bald by the end.
“Does it?” he huffs rolling his eyes as if done with you but in the same time pushes his head into your hands.
For Johnny there is nothing better than your fingers entangled in his hair, no matter the reason. Although he absolutely adores the way you gently play with his locks, sometimes he lets his mind wander and ponders over how it’d feel like if you pulled on them instead. He likes to imagine it, even though he’s too ashamed of those thoughts to voice them in your presence.
“Yeah, it does. You seriously can do it coincidentally.”
“That sounds like something you could do. Accidentally seduce someone,” Johnny snickers clearly amused by the very idea.
“Excuse me, you little shit,” you huff tugging on his hair in irritation.
He bites his lip hard and shifts on the chair uncomfortably as pleasure mixed with pain echoes in his mind. He can’t let it show how that one simple gesture affected him.
“Damn sorry, love, I got carried away,” you sigh apologetically stroking his head.
Johnny wants to tell you that you don’t need to apologize or be worried because he likes that. Instead, he quickly gets a grip on himself and shakes his head with a chuckle.
“No worries. You know what I changed my mind, I just can’t imagine you seducing someone when you apologize for pulling on my hair like that. That’s a ridiculous idea, really,” he shrugs with an amused expression.
“You think so?” you ask tilting your head in a wonder.
His amusement dies as you settle on his lap with a sweet smile on your face. His hands vaguely move to rest on your hips before he stops himself and lets them drop by his sides. Licking his lips nervously Johnny straightens just a little and clears his throat.
“Yes,” he chokes out in a weirdly strained voice.
You can feel the excitement coil in your belly as you observe him. The way he acts when he’s unsure of himself or self-conscious in general always makes your heart-beat speed up a little. It’s adorable how hard he tries to appear confident when you know all too well how far away he’s from that state of mind. In fact, you’re slightly surprised when you notice how stressed he seems to be right now by the unexpected turn of events. It makes you want to tease him some more.
“And why is that?” you ask then gently tucking a stray lock behind his ear.
You let your hand linger there for a brief moment before tenderly caressing his cheek with the tips of your fingers. Johnny’s breath hitches at that and his stare immediately drops to your lips. The idea pops in your mind out of nowhere but for some reason it feels right. It’s not like you never thought about it before anyway.
“I–I don’t…” he manages to stutter out before his words are cut short by your lips gently covering his.
The kiss was supposed to be brief and delicate, but then he’s kissing you back with all his might, and before you know it your tongue explores his pliant mouth. You put his hands on your waist, and he brings you closer until your chest is pressed flush against his. After some time, you move away and rest your forehead against his trying to catch your breath. His eyes are closed as he breathes deeply in and out as if trying to calm himself down.
“I love it when you prove me wrong,” he finally says hoarsely as his shaking hands caress your sides carefully.
Johnny’s smiling but for some reason he sounds miserable. You move away altogether straightening slowly and try to get a grip on yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed him – tasting his soft lips once makes you want to do that again. And maybe, just maybe, you want to taste more than just his lips.
“Did you want me to seduce you?” you ask in a wonder cupping his cheek.
He opens his eyes and this time it’s your breath that hitches: he looks like the most beautiful mess of a man you have ever seen. Brown irises almost swallowed by dilated pupils, cheeks and ears reddened, lips slightly swollen already. You’re so fucked and you know it.
“There is quite a lot of things that I’d like you to do to me,” Johnny answers in a playful tone, but his dark eyes are boring into yours in a way that isn’t playful at all.
“Is that so?” you hum lowly with a smirk.
When you roll your hips against his unexpectedly, the groan he lets out sounds like it was ripped from his throat. Still smirking you lace your fingers with his thick locks – you only managed to undo half of the ribbons before the situation escalated. Strangely, it makes him even more pleasant to look at: half of his hair neatly braided and the other one untamed, wild curls sticking in every direction. When you tug on them, it’s out of a pure curiosity, but then Johnny moans your name in a way that makes you shiver in pleasure. You want to hear it again, so you repeat the movement, and he doesn’t disappoint – this time he says it louder but just as breathlessly as before.
“You like it when I pull on your hair, love?” you ask moving closer to kiss the tip of his nose – just in time to feel the twitch of his cock underneath you.
Now that you’ve scooted closer you can feel his whole length pressed firmly against your inner thigh, and it turns you on even more. The last time you’ve seen him completely naked was when you two were still kids, so it’s a new territory for you. Thankfully, you’re one curious woman that likes to explore the unknown.
“Oh, and what do we have here?” you muse rolling your hips slowly against his, and he groans softly.
He bites his lip and looks at you from under his long eyelashes – a classic move from him but one you could never resist. His stare is dark and heavy, full of promises that make your core clench in anticipation.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” he answers in a low voice and turns his face slightly to the side to press his lips to your wrist.
You chuckle truly amused this time, but Johnny just stares at you wordlessly with those dark eyes. Those damned beautiful eyes that never fail to sweep you off your feet.
“I have a feeling that it’s something I’d like a lot, love,” you say a little out of breath.
Something is changing between you two at this very moment: the playfulness is gone. It got replaced by a heavy yet comfortable silence that makes your chest ache for some reason.
“I like that,” he hums closing his eyes with a content smile.
“What exactly?” you ask slowly threading your fingers through his hair, this time in a gentle manner.
He opens his eyes, and you just look at each other for a while in that soothing silence until he finally breaks eyes contact, smiles softly and hides his face in your shoulder with a sigh. You’re now the closest you’ve ever been with him: his arms circling your waist loosely, face hidden in your shoulder, your crotch pressed flush against his and the same goes for your chests. You’re going crazy but from the way he’s breathing heavily, arms trembling ever so slightly, you know you’re not the only one affected.
“I like it when you call me “love”,” Johnny murmurs quietly into your shoulder embracing you even tighter than before.
“Good to know, love,” you hum in the answer kissing his neck until his sweet whimpers and sighs are all you can hear.
“Honestly, you just sound too good for your own good.”
Johnny laughs softly at that, but then you rub your crotch against his, and he just chokes out your name urgently digging his fingers into your skin. His hands move down to your hips to support your weigh as you’re now steadily moving atop of him, applying all sorts of pleasure on his hard cock still trapped under the clothes. You change the angles from time to time trying to find the one that’d make him lose it while the friction works just right for you: your clit is throbbing deliciously from the constant stimulation.
“Fuck, I’m close already,” he groans throwing his head back and in the same time giving you unlimited access to the long column of his thick neck and collarbones.
Your fingers curl around his neck as if they have their own will while your lips slowly but surely move alongside his jaw and blushed cheek.
“No pressure, love, cum whenever you feel like it,” you whisper into his ear and bite it playfully.
His deep surprised moan combined with strong buck of his hips makes you come unexpectedly. Your thighs tremble as you rub your crotch against his hard erection enjoying the painful sparks of overstimulation resonating from your sensitive clit. Just as he said it doesn’t take long for him either – Johnny cries out your name before reaching his high, body trembling just as yours was mere minutes ago. His body slumps against yours as he tries to catch his breath.
“So about that seduction,” you say in a mischievous tone after a while of stroking the back of his head soothingly.
He straightens up with a wide grin that makes him look youthful, innocent even. Definitely not the vibe of a person who just came in their pants from dry-humping with their friend for the past hour.
“In my case you succeeded undoubtedly,” Johnny starts with a smirk playing with the stray strand of your hair.
“But?” you ask rolling your eyes knowing already where this is going.
“But you didn’t plan it, so it was, in fact accidental.”
You look at him for a few seconds wordlessly before pulling on his hair quite hard. Using the fact that his lips parted to let out a moan, you kiss him with all your might.
“It sort of happened,” you pant out between the kisses.
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, nipple play, marking, overstimulation
Word count:1297
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“Babe,” he sighs shakily as he feels your arms tightly circling his slim waist.
“Yes?” you ask pressing your soft body into his hard one and place a kiss on his shoulder blade through the t-shirt.
“I’m busy,” Taeyong says trying to sound stern, but it’s almost physically impossible for him when you’re this close.
It’s not that he doesn’t like it, quite the opposite: feeling the warmth of your body and knowing that you’re here with him always makes him feel peaceful. Today, however, with your chest pressed flush against his back he can feel how rapidly your heart is beating, and he knows that your intentions aren’t pure in the slightest.
“But I’m not going to disrupt you, love,” you chuckle rubbing your face into his back breathing his comforting scent.
The amusement in your voice says something else, but there is nothing he can do, especially when he feels the wave of excitement flooding his body. With a sigh Taeyong comes back to slicing the meat he brought for the dinner patiently awaiting your next move. He doesn’t have to wait long.
“I went shopping today,” you start casually moving your hand up and down his chest.
Taeyong takes a deep breath trying to relax, but his heartbeat speeded up already. Your nails oh-so-accidentally graze his nipple from time to time in a lazy manner and he slowly but surely starts to lose his composure.
“Didn’t you go shopping a few days ago?” he asks trying to ignore the arousal coiling in his belly and focus solely on the task in front of him.
“Yes, love, but at the time I didn’t have enough money with me to buy a cute lingerie set I spotted there. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I came back today and bought it.”
One of your hands dips lower grazing the hem of his sweats teasingly only to come back to his chest mere seconds later. You repeat the movement a few times, teasing him with the promise of something much more interesting than just that insufficient touch.
“How does it look like?” Taeyong chokes out putting the knife carefully aside and closing his eyes slightly.
“It’s nothing fancy: just a pair of baby blue lacy panties and a matching bralette. I’ll show you later,” you murmur placing kisses along the neckline of his t-shirt.
Taeyong swallows quietly: everything looks fancy when you’re the one wearing it. No matter what it is, it invariably drives him crazy when he sees you in it. It’s all just an addition to your beauty.
“However, that’s not what I wanted to talk about,” you add finally slipping both hands under his t-shirt to massage his chest without the barrier of clothes.
“No?” he says breathlessly as your fingers play with his stiffened nipples, circling sensitive areolas teasingly.
“No,” you confirm softly, one of your hands moving lazily down his chest and abdomen to reach his waistband once again.
This time you don’t retreat it back up, no, this time your palm massages his length through the soft fabric of his sweats and Taeyong groans throatily as he bucks his hips slightly. You can feel him harden under your touch which makes you even wetter than you already were. The arousal pulses in your body as you rub your crotch against his butt trying to blow off some steam. The relief is only momentary, but it’s enough for you to regain your focus.
“When I was leaving the store, something caught my eye,” you muse slipping fingers past the waistband and wrapping them around his cock.
“W-what was it?” he stutters as his dick throbs in your hand.
His hands are now tightly grabbing the edge of the counter as he tries to focus on your words rather than on the overwhelming pleasure. The most delicate touch of yours is enough to make him hopeless, and he absolutely loves that. It’s no secret that Taeyong enjoys giving you the power over him just as much as you enjoy having it.
“A pair of lacy panties in the prettiest shade of dark green,” you whispered tugging his sweats down his thighs with the free hand.
“You cannot even fathom how wet I’ve become when the image of you wearing it flashed before my eyes.”
“Oh,” was all Taeyong was able to say dizzy from the lust that flooded his mind.
In the meantime you spit onto your hand and wrap your fingers properly around his length this time. Your hand moves up and down, slowly at first but gradually speeding up as Taeyong moans and groans and whimpers – a music to your ears and for your ears only. You deeply enjoy the firmness of his manhood in your palm, the bulging vines and pre-cum dripping from the slit. It’s your pleasure to say that your man is now a complete mess, and it’s all because of your doings.
“You see, I couldn’t get said image of my head for the whole day. All I could think of was how gorgeous your butt would look wrapped in that lace,” you murmur nipping gently at the skin of his shoulder.
You always like to leave traces of your affection on his body: hickeys all over his skin, red trails made by your fingernails, imprints of your hands on his thighs and buttocks. Every time he looks in the mirror all he can think of is you.
“And your cock, god, your cock,” you sigh tightening your grip and twisting your wrist around the head.
Taeyong is cursing under his breath as he fucks your fist in the limited space you left for him between your body and the kitchen counter. Everything just feels so good he can’t control himself any more. His mind can only focus on you: your touch, your voice, your smell.
“I can’t even begin to imagine how drenched my own panties would be if I saw your rock-hard dick covered by such thin fabric. I’d rip it off with my own fucking teeth.”
“Fuck,” Taeyong yelps throwing pressing his body firmly into yours as milky cum shots out of his cock.
Sticky substance covers your hand, the cupboards and his pants while you kiss his neck and whisper sweet nonsense into his ear. He’s breathing is heavy as you continue to slide your hand up and down his shaft not showing sign of stopping. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes your plans, the pain of overstimulation mixes with pleasure bringing him to yet another orgasm.
“I think I’ll go and buy those panties, love. I want to ride your cock as you wear them, I want to ruin them with my juices until here is nothing left of them.”
The very idea makes him cum on the spot surprising you: you have no time to cover the swollen head and the sperm lands on his t-shirt replenishing the complete mess you had turned him into.
“Everything fine, love?” you ask peppering kisses on his covered back as he comes back from his high.
You can feel his legs shaking from the effort, cock twitching in your cum-covered hand.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy from all those orgasms. Anyway I have to finish the dinner,” he sighs, but you’re already shaking your head moving away gently.
“I’ll take care of that love, you take a shower and change. Is that alright?”
“Thank you,” he says turning around with the sweetest smile and kisses you deeply.
You pull his sweats up and slap his backside playfully as he places open-mouthed kisses on your face and neck.
“Whose butt is that?” you ask mischievously tilting your head.
