Warnings: Smut, sunwoo being cocky, stepping on sunwoo’s dick, degrading, humiliation
It hasn’t been that long since the new intern, Kim Sunwoo was assigned to your team
And you already had enough of him
Not only did he take his sweet time to complete the tasks given to him
But he also distracted the whole team with his jokes and never took anything seriously
You being the team leader would be scolded from your boss for lagging behind even though you did the best you could
But the problem was still Kim sunwoo
You also saw how he seductively asked your female coworkers to do his task because it was too “hard”
But in reality, he wanted to leave work soon to drink with his friends
You decided it was enough
“Mr. Kim, would you please come into my office?”
Sunwoo rolled his eyes, “Yes, Miss Y/N” and followed you to your office
Not even asking respectively if he’s allowed to sit, he plunges himself onto your sofa across from your desk
“What a brat” you thought
“I’m well aware that you are distracting the team from its task. We have more serious things to do then listen to your hook-up stories” you crossed your arms and looked him straight in the eye
“Ahh come on, as if a little bit a fun would hurt them.”
He leaned back and let his fingers glide across his plumb lips, eyes half closed to appear more seductive, as he has it always done to your coworkers
“Especially you, Miss Y/N, could need a little fun. You always look so uptight”
You furrowed your brows “What is that brat saying? ”
It irked you that he was always so over-confident
“You really think you’re that dominant, right? When in fact you are just a little slut.”
Sunwoo face falts, a big lump forming in his throat as if he got “caught”
You stand up and slowly walk over to him
Your fingers dance across his tie before grabbing it a little too much so sunwoo’s body falls forward
“I should punish you for all the stupid things you’ve done”
Sunwoo gasps and feels his cock harden
“H-how do you plan to p-punish me?”
You smirk “Get on your knees before me. Hands behind your back.”
“And what if I don’t?” sunwoo asks, the brat in him jumping out once more
Gripping his hair roughly you practically force him on the ground, sunwoo emitting a loud and whiny sound
“You really want to test me right now, do you? Do as I say as long as I’m being nice.”
“Y-yes Ma’m!”
Sunwoo gets in the position you told him and kneels before you, head hanging low
You let your fingers lift his face up
“Look at me. Show me your pretty face”
Sunwoo’s cheeks reddened at being called “pretty” and curses himself for being so easy
“You are not allowed to cum as long as I say so, got it?”
“Yes, Ma’m”
Now, sunwoo imagined anything you could use to punish him. Be it your hands, or a vibrator.
But he certainly did not expect you to step on his dick with your heels
“AH! Nhhh”
You let your heels sink into his dick, rubbing it up and down
Enjoying the sounds sunwoo made before you, his face flushed and his hair tousled
“You are so loud.. It’s cute”
“Mhh- Ma’m.. It feels so good.. C-Can I cum?”
“Mhm. No.”
Sunwoo whines, holding back tears at the delicious pain and pleasure
He’s close and he wants more
“P-Pleaseeee…I - m’ so close…. Please I’ll be good from now on!”
Seeing him so desperate made you so wet
“I’ll hold you to your word, sunwoo. Now you can cum.”
With your approval sunwoo goes quiet, his body jerking forward slightly
You pat his head, making him look up at you with glassy eyes
“I hope you learned your lesson”
“I don’t know.. Maybe you have to do this again, Ma’m?”
content: female!reader, dom!reader, sub!idol, mommy kink, bondage, punishment, mentions of a humiliation kink and exhibitionism, hair pulling, mild degradation towards kevin, ~900 words
dt: the anon who requested it <3
What’s gotten into you today?” You click your tongue and roll your eyes, watching the way Kevin pulls against his restraints. “First, touching yourself without permission, and then trying to tease me in front of your members? Jacob almost saw you trying to put your hand in my panties, you know. Maybe you wanted him to - wanted him to see you be naughty, maybe you wanted him to help me punish you?”
Kevin looks at you with blurry eyes, but a smirk still on his face. “What if I did?” You laugh and tug on one of his restraints, spreading his legs wider and tightening it more once he’s in the position you want.
“Then I guess he’d have to help me edge you until you have rope burn, wouldn’t he, baby?” He makes a startled whimper at the sudden movement, and at the threat of the rope burn.
Summary: Everybody knew Lee Juyeon. He was notorious for his shy yet friendly demeanor that got him adopted by every outgoing person in school, which was why he was so well-known in the first place. A straight A student in all of his classes, a face that would make someone in a dedicated five-year marriage swoon, and the poster child for squeaky clean behavior; he was everything someone could possibly want, wrapped up in a pretty package with a shiny bow on top.
Actually, that gives you a perfect idea for his photoshoot.
Includes: Kinbaku-bi/shibari, praise, handjobs, orgasm denial, overstimulation, slight body worship, dacryphilia kink, sub!Juyeon (if that wasn’t already clear-)
Summary:Sunwoo accidentally reveals something about himself..
A/N:I’m gonna tag @sunpoppand@vanillaknjcause I wrote it because they talked about him.. I’m sorry to put myself in the sunwoo convo.. Hope you enjoy(o^^o)!
Jacob had always been your sweet, caring boyfriend. Nothing seemed to be able to tick him off and you were always so loyal to him that he didn’t feel a need to be stern. Well, until one guy couldn’t get the hint and you were just playing along with him.
>>Pairing:Jacob Bae (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jacob x girlfriend!reader
>>Word Count: 3.2k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Begging, breeding, choking, corruption, creampie, crying, degrading, dumblification, hair pulling, jealousy, manhandling, mentions of demons/angels, mention of drugs, mentions of food, oral (giving), praising, rough sex, spanking, teasing, and unprotected sex
Angels.
Even Satan started out as one. Pure and kind-hearted.
But, even angels can change by the driving force of humans: jealousy.
With jealousy comes vengeance and hatred. A dangerous duo sure to bring punishment for whoever deemed worthy of it.
That person this time was you. Served a punishment from your fallen angel.
Jacob, your boyfriend, was said to be the kindest person in the entire idol industry. He never uttered one curse word and seemed to be calm in the most demeaning situations. He was simply too kind to say a word against anyone or to lift a finger to hurt anything or anyone.
You literally saw him gently put a fly outside of the house because “it didn’t do anything wrong”. He was just so gentle with everything and that even applied to you. He never wanted to hurt you and he never felt the need to be stern with you because you were a “good girl”. That was his favorite phrase to use with you. His good girl.
Key word there is his.
The only weakness your angel seemed to have was his possessiveness. Due to his reputation, he’d never announce such feelings in front of the press but they were very much there. Just hidden behind his perfect little mask.
Fans could probably see it in the way he put his hand on your hip when a fanboy got too close or through the way he would suck little bruises on your neck for them to see. Still, it didn’t directly show just how jealous he was. It was nothing to worry about.
Or was it?
That’s what you wanted to find out tonight. Even if that meant having another man’s hands on you briefly. You just wanted Jacob to know he wasn’t going to hurt you. That he could trust his own body to stop when you needed it to. He just needed that extra push.
And maybe so did this guy flirting with you.
“Want to go out after this? I know a good bar near here”, Jacob had simply walked away to get you ice cream and this man took that as a sign to come talk to you. His hand was on your thigh and it was apparent that he was just trying to get you drunk and in his bed. It wasn’t like it was working. You weren’t that stupid, but you did want to give Jacob that push.
“Sure! I’ve been dying for a cocktail”, you smiled warmly at the man. It was usually a smile specifically reserved for Jacob, but this man would get to have a taste of it today.
“Great! Want to head there now? I’m sure your frie-”, he was cut off by a rough shove, pushing him off of the bench and onto the grass below. You looked up to see the piercing glare your boyfriend was giving the man. It was something you’ve never seen before. Something you never expected could come from your boyfriend.
“That’sboyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here”, your eyes went wide at the curse word. It felt so unnatural to hear it coming from a man you could have sworn had never said such a word like that since he was little. But, nothing could compare to the sheer terror you felt creep up your spine when Jacob turned his body to look at you.
It seemed like his body had almost tripled in size but you knew it just felt like that because of how small you felt underneath him. He looked so intimidating and it really seemed like he was going to rip you apart.
“Get in the car.”
“What? What about the ice cream?”, Jacob groaned and gripped your jaw, probably leaving red marks there from just how rough his fingers were.
“I didn’t get it. Now, get in the car because I’m about a minute away from fucking you on this bench until you can’t walk”, you gulped from just how cold his eyes looked. It was like your precious angel had been replaced by an entirely new demon. And you likedit.
Without a word, you nodded and he let go of you. He crossed his arms as he walked behind you, watching you as if you were merely a piece of prey for him to play with. You could only imagine what he was thinking.
The entire car ride was silent and all you could do was look out the window at the buildings passing by in a blur. Jacob’s hand was the only thing tethering you to the present, it’s presence on your thigh a constant reminder that you fucked up. You really fuckedup.
By the time he had parked and opened your door, you had practically been reduced to nothing more than a ragdoll. His hand was cupped around the back of your neck and he guided you towards the front door by it, kicking the car door closed with his shoe as if it weighed nothing. He did the same with the front door as soon as you were both inside. His hand moved to the front of your neck, squeezing the side of it and he watched as your eyes rolled back. He chuckled.
A sinister, mischievous, and demonicchuckle.
“You know, I never imagined you’d look this pretty with my hand around your throat”, your own hand moved up to grip his wrist and he almost stopped. Well, until he heard your beautiful choked moan fill his ears. Finally, he was going to allow himself to continue.
Jacob pressed you against the wall and lifted his knee to start rubbing between your legs. He scoffed at how quickly you melted, your legs wobbling as he rubbed against your clothed clit.
“If I didn’t know better than I’d say you did all that to get punished”, oh that smirk on his face was enough to know that he knew that was exactly what you were doing. Any other day, you would have pushed that guy away immediately. Still, he wanted you to admit it.
“I did. I’m sorry”, your lip quivered as a sob broke through. Jacob loosened his grip to allow you some air before he returned it to how it was before. Even in this state, he cared more about your well being than releasing his anger and it made your heart swell.
“Your apologies are useless. Apologies from a stupid cockslut mean nothing”, you were about to come right there inside your pants but he pulled his knee away, “how about we put that mouth to actual use?” he released your throat and you crumbled to your knees. It was almost like you were mind controlled, following his every whim without a second thought.
“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back”, you followed each order obediently, worried that you’d make him even angrier if you so much as said one word back. Jacob circles around you like a shark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You could hear the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and, before you could turn your head to look, your hands were being bound behind your back. You could only imagine the snarl that must’ve taken over your boyfriend’s face once he saw that man near you and it exhilaratedyou.
“You really do want to be ruined, don’t you? Want to make it up to me?”, he was now in front of you and the sight made your mouth water. His big cock was out, leaking precum down the sides and the sight made you immediately think of his thick seed inside of you.
“Please”, you begged just like you knew he liked and he gripped your hair, tilting your head back before he pushed his dick into your mouth. Jacob knows you well enough to know if it becomes too much and he goes as far into your mouth as he can without making you uncomfortable, but it was far rougher than usual. You could practically feel his tip leaving a bruise on the top of your mouth.
Looking up at Jacob through the tears welling in your eyes caused your hips to buck needily against his shoe. He was watching you with hooded eyes, grip tight in your hair as he groaned through his smirk. He was getting off to watching you choke on his cock and he just looked so evil like that. Watching you suffer.
You felt him twitch inside your mouth but he pulled you off of him by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. It looked almost painful and you knew he was saving that for somewhere else.
“How about I fill up your pretty pussy? Maybe men will stay away if they see your belly all swollen with my baby. Would you like that?”, Jacob was already picking you up before you could answer, walking towards the bedroom as the belt dug into your wrists.
“Yes! Please, fill me up”, he grinned and placed you on the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. It felt unnatural to have nothing to support you up but you knew Jacob wanted your ass as high as possible, perked up only for him.
Maybe it was because your boyfriend had no reason to use such strength before but the sound of your pants ripping clean in half made you jump forward. Luckily, they were sweatpants rather than your favorite pair of jeans that you thought about wearing out. Jacob simply gripped your hips to pull you back to where you were.
“You’re okay with this? I don’t think I’m going to be as gentle as usual”, you laughed as he pulled your panties down your legs and started to gently rub your hips. Of course he was going to be rougher. He was pissed off but he still felt the need to prepare you.
“I’m ready, angel. I can handle it”, in no way did you mean that to sound like teasing but apparently your usual pet name for your boyfriend would not do right now. He wasn’t an angel and he wasn’t going to treat you like one would. If anything, he’d treat you like the opposite would.
“We’ll see about that”, Jacob chuckled and started to rub his tip along your folds, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness there. It was driving you crazy each time he’d slap his cock against your clit and all you wanted to do was jolt away.
“You’re so desperate for it. You always put on the same act around everyone else. That you’re a good girl. An innocent good girl”, he pushed his tip inside of you, making your breath hitch from the stretch but he just pulled it back out and continued his previous ministrations, “little do they know they’re all being duped.”
“Please. Please, I’ll do anything!”, each stroke of his cock was making you lose your mind and all you wanted was relief. The only thing you earned from your words was a spank on your ass though, a bright red handprint making you cut yourself off.
“Don’t speak when I’m fucking talking. Got it?”, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you had to look over your shoulder at him. The cold glint in his eyes was so foreign but you welcomed it whole-hearteningly through a nod, clamping your mouth shut to let him keep talking.
“I always tried to praise you no matter how filthy you got. But, here you are saying you’ll literally do anything just to get your pussy ruined. Are you really that much of a whore?”, Jacob finally started to thrust into you, filling you up until he couldn’t go any further. Still, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of movement until he felt you had learned your lesson.
“N-no, I’m not!”, despite your protests, even you knew you were more than needy for your boyfriend. His touch was your own cocaine. It caused you to become high off adrenaline and lust, mind fuzzy with thoughts about what he could do to you.
“Then why are you here? Begging for me to have my way with you? I bet your little friends would be so disappointed in you”, it was no secret Jacob found it ironic that you had such conservative friends. He loved to point it out any time you did anything out of the ordinary to them. This was definitely out of the ordinary.
“Is it because you’re just a whore for me? Is that it? You just love my cock so much that you feel the need to make me jealous to get it? Baby, you could’ve just asked”, he laughed and started to move his hips slowly, gently meeting your hips with his own. It was nowhere near fast enough to get you to finish. He knew that.
“I am. I’m just a whore for you! Now, please move. I’m all your’s and I just wanted your cock so please give it to me!”, all the begging made him involuntarily snap his hips a little harder, making you moan against the pillow below you. Jacob stilled for a moment.
“You already have it though”, you couldn’t help but turn your head to glare at him and he bursted out laughing, that familiar smile taking over his face. It was good to know your angel was still looking out for you. Even if it was behind a layer of carnal lust.
“Alright, alright. What my baby wants she will get”, and finally he started to thrust fast and rough, just like you’ve always wanted. It felt so different and you were sure bruises would be painted on your body afterwards but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when Jacob’s dick was hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly and so full of passion, ramming into your soft spot with each push. His finger rubbing figure-eights on your clit wasn’t helping much either and, before you knew it, you were already crying from the overwhelming pleasure and the need to orgasm. The knot inside of you felt like it would snap any second now.
“Shit, you just got so tight. Gonna cum already?”, there was no doubt that he heard your sobs and knew that you’d struggle to get even a word out.
“Y-ye-”, suddenly his laugh cut you off and you just stopped trying to say words. He flipped you over while he was still inside of you, taking the chance to really watch your tears run down your face. The cloudy veil caused by the tears completely blurred his face but it didn’t take a genius to know he was smiling.
“Look at you. You worked so hard to get my cock and now you’re going to be a crybaby because of it? How pathetic”, you couldn’t even think of anything to say due to the feeling of Jacob being buried so deep inside of you. The only thing reaching your senses besides that feeling was the sound of your wetness around him in the room due to his thick cock splitting you open like that was where it was always meant to be.
“Please… Jacob, please!”, you could barely get the words out from all the shameful noises you were letting out between them. It only pushed Jacob to thrust even harder, making your breasts bounce from the sheer force of his hips.
“Please what? Tell me, baby”, he hummed as he leaned back to look at you even better, making your mind go completely blank. You suddenly couldn’t remember at all where you were going with that plea because his gaze was just too dark and piercing, seemingly judging how below him you were.
“Can’t. I c-can’t”, you were really trying. You were just too overwhelmed and too sensitive, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you causing your last thread of sanity to break.
“Aw, is my baby too stupid to tell me what she wants? Can you only think of my cock?”, it was true. You were just a stupid mess at this point, choking on your own retaliations to his words. Jacob gently kissed you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips. It was such a contradictory action to his words.
“You’re only good for taking my cock, huh?”, you couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve looked like at this point. You were sure your mascara was beyond ruined and running down your face along with your tears. Your lips were probably swollen and you could even feel drool spilling out. Just a good rag doll for him to use.
“Go on. Prove that you were made for my cock and cream all over it”, you were just so frustrated before and hiccups were causing your body to jerk as you finally released. Jacob connected your lips again but it was fast and hungry this time, a clear indicator that he was close too. His hands were running along your stomach as he imagined how good you’d look all full with his baby. Anyone would take one look at you and know you were taken.
“That’s it. So fucking good for me”, he snapped his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up as your walls clenched around him to milk his orgasm. Jacob stayed still for a few more moments, waiting for any more cum to spurt out and coat your walls, before he pulled out. He quickly put your legs on top of his shoulders, watching to make sure none of his precious sperm spilled out onto the bed.
“And now I get to call you a good girl”, he chuckled and there he was again. Your angel. He felt so warm and it was just what you needed after all of that.
“Does that mean we can get that ice cream now?”, you smiled as you reached up to wipe away your tears, sniffling as you looked up at him. There was still that mischievous spark in his eyes and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet his demon.
“You mean I can get the ice cream? Sure. Sorry, baby. I don’t think you’re going anywhere”, Jacob leaned down to kiss your calf and that’s when you realized just how badly your legs were shaking. Yeah, maybe walking was out of the equation for a few days.
“I love you and I’m sorry I was a brat”, Jacob nodded and kissed you again, causing you to melt even more against the sheets below you.
“I love you too but you didn’t think that was it, right? I’m so not done with you yet. See you after I get the ice cream”, he winked and you gulped as he dropped your legs and ran off.
Maybe your angel would have to wait a little longer.
Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?
>>Pairing: Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader
>>Word Count:2.4k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation
Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.
Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.
You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.
Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.
“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.
“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.
“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.
That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.
“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.
“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.
“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.
“Only one week?”.
“Only one week”.
It’sdefinitely been longer than one week.
Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.
Puzzles, books, even cooking.
But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.
Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.
Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.
Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happinessoverwhelms them all.
“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.
“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.
“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.
“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.
“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to thatdrawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.
Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.
“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.
You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.
Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.
No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.
“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.
You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.
Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.
“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.
“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.
Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.
“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.
“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.
“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.
“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.
Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.
“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.
You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.
“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.
“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.
Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.
“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.
“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.
“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.
“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.
“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.
“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.
Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.
“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.
“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.
“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.
“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.
Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.
>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader
>>Word Count:4.3k
>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex
The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.
Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.
Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.
Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.
You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damnlate wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.
Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.
But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.
They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.
Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.
But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.
He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.
“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.
“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite… busy…with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.
Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.
“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit.You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.
It was just above 50 degrees that night.
“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.
“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.
All it did was make you more anxious.
“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little toomuch sometimes.
“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.
“By us”, uh oh.
Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.
The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.
Until, well, now you guess.
“You didn’t come”, shit.So, that was the reminder?
You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.
“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.
Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.
It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.
It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.
“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.
“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.
Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-
The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.
“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.
“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.
It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.
Well, most of the time.
“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.
Sometimes you even forget what your name is.
“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.
Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.
They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.
“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.
Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.
Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.
Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you likedto. You actually liked to keep to yourself.
It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.
They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.
Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.
“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.
“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.
As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.
Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.
“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.
“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.
“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.
“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.
“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.
“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.
God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.
So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.
You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.
As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.
That can’t be good.
“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.
“Because I’m taken.So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.
Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.
Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.
Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.
They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.
“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.
After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.
“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.
“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.
“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.
While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.
Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.
The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.
“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.
“Yes, tell everyone how good wemake you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.
Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.
Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.
“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.
Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.
The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.
Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.
He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.
Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.
You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.
You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.
Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.
“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?
Maybe you could.
“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.
You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.
“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.
How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.
Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.
“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.
“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.
They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.
Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.
Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.
Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.
“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.
Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.
Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.
He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.
Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.
“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.
And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.
Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.
Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.
Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.
The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.
“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.
The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.
“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.
Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.
You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.
As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.
Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.
He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.
Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.
He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.
“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.
“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.
“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.
“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.
“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.
They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.
You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.
“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.
genre: smut, fluff at the beginning and end (it gets a bit humorous too)
includes: sangyeon being the best boyfriend in the world, praise, degradation, bondage, face sitting (you receiving), fingering (both of you receiving), usage of toys (vibrator, buttplug), rough sex w/ strap-on (him receiving), he calls you master, dacryphilia, choking (if you squint), there’s a scene where you spit in his mouth, overstimulation, aftercare
(i think that’s all the warnings? sorry if i missed something, there’s a lot—)
surprise! i told you guys i wanted more sub!sangyeon content, and i was in a really soft mood, so i wanted to include something that includes fluff elements as well as some really just— filthy smut. no other way of putting it. i’m a horny bitch and so are you guys. that’s what you guys are here for anyways lmao. i hope you guys enjoy this.
i also want to make it a point that it’s okay to have a dom/sub role in the bedroom and not care about it outside. you can be a really hard dom and still a warm and caring person, and i really wanted to show that throughout that the reader (you guys) really cares about sangyeon.
i also want to stress to you guys the importance of consent, making sure your partner has a safe word or safe symbol/action, and the importance of aftercare. if you’re responsible enough to be having sex, you need to be responsible enough for taking care of your partner when you’re done as well.
regardless, i hope you guys really do enjoy! this took me almost four hours to write. the time at the top is when i started it, and i’ll put the time i finished it at the end. also this is unedited. i really just wanted to write without giving a shit, so if there’s mistakes, sorry anyways, onto the story!
