moonsk8s:

byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (BTS) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Contains:Pegging, dirty talk, spanking, the use of butt plug, praise kink, ass play, hand job

AU: Royal AU

A/N:Part 1 of the Her Beloved Consortsseries!

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As you waited for his arrival, you settled comfortably on the enormous wooden chair that stood behind the worktable. No wonder he had to have such sizeable seat – Seokjin was a substantial young man after all. He must’ve felt powerful sitting here, you were sure of that. Maybe even as powerful as you felt sitting on your throne.

Looking around the room briefly, you chuckled seeing how organized everything was in here: all the papers neatly arranged, even the gaps between the writing utensils were perfectly equal. There was no doubt it was Seokjin’s work space.

You heard his footsteps just before the door opened wide, and Seokjin walked in immediately taking up half of the space with his very presence, not to mention with his body.

“Your Majesty,” he said going down on one knee in front of you and bowing his head with utmost respect.

You always liked how he placed his right hand on his heart only when greeting you – a gesture reserved only for you with a deeper meaning behind it. While greeting the rest of your family, Seokjin was simply placing his left hand on his chest. An incurable romantic, that general of yours.

“General Kim,” you answered with a smile and motioned for him to stand up.

Even though you were sure he must’ve run here, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath. His well-fitted uniform emphasized his silhouette, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find even a single fault in it – Seokjin always looked exemplary, just like a face of your army should. His long cloak always made him appear even bigger than he already was, its colour fitting his golden complexion perfectly. You often wondered how dangerous he must seem to others: he was after all not only physically large and clearly muscled but also had that charismatic aura that made people tremble in fear in front of him. His gentle side was reserved for your eyes only.

“You must be wondering why I summoned you, general. To your own study on top of that,” you mused placing your chin on your hand.

“I admit I’m curious about the reason, but I believe it must have been an important issue, Your Majesty,” Seokjin answered with the softest of smiles.

His whole face brightened from that, and you felt your chest tighten a little at the very sight – you loved seeing him smile. Indeed, that vulnerable expression was reserved only for you, as usually his face was looking rather cold. He was a great beauty but in a chic yet cool way that was only emphasized by his straightforward personality.

“Well,” you smirked mischievously as you stood up from your seat.

A deep blush bloomed on Seokjin’s cleanly shaved cheeks, and he swallowed thickly seeing a well-known object: a thick phallus made of perfectly smooth glass was fastened to your hips with leather straps. He shifted uncomfortably trying to discreetly adjust his cock in his pants but to no avail: you could already see the outline of his length appearing on the soft fabric. Seokjin must have been aware of that fact too as he glued his stare to the floor clearly avoiding your eyes.

“If you’d be that kind, general Kim, and come here,” you gestured nonchalantly to the space next to you, deciding not to address his visibly growing problem.

Still looking down he approached you, stopping mere centimetres away from your body. The dildo brushed his thigh to which he blushed beautifully and bit his plump lower lip. No matter how many times you have already played this game, he was still shy about it.

“Aren’t you gorgeous, my love,” you said in hushed voice, looking up at him in awe.

You couldn’t help but smile lovingly as you took one of his large hands into both of your smaller ones to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. When you kissed his soft lips, Seokjin moaned your name sweetly before kissing you back. You’d never get bored with kissing him, you were sure of that. As you moved away slowly Seokjin sighed quietly, looking at you from under his long eyelashes with such raw emotions in his eyes that your breath was caught up in your throat.

“Your Majesty,” he breathed out making the tension in the room even more noticeable.

You understood the politically problematic situation you were in as the Empress: you had to take consorts to create new alliances and improve the already existing ones. People around you advised you to be indifferent towards those men, telling you that they don’t matter much but such attitude enraged you – you weren’t this kind of person. You believed that it was your duty to give every single one of them your attention, in more ways than one.

“Bend over the table,” you commanded brushing his sharp jaw line with your lips.

“Y–Your Majesty I have an inspection,” Seokjin choked out bashfully but nevertheless threw his head back to give you better access to his long neck.

“What kind of?” you asked gently pushing him towards the wooden furniture.

Before he knew it, Seokjin was already laying down on his stomach on the hard tabletop, and you were pushing his heavy cloak to the side. Your hands wandered over his clothed thighs and back, marvelling over the sturdy muscles sculptured by years of intense training.

“There–there is a unit that was making trouble recently, and I need to, no, I have to inspect it, Your Majesty,” he panted out pressing his forehead against the solid wood.

“And I have to inspect your beautiful backside, general Kim,” you shrugged with a smirk while tugging his pants down to expose said backside.

“And let me tell you, general Kim, that it’s also a matter of great importance.”

He was clearly embarrassed: the back of his neck and the tips of his ears were crimson now, and you could feel arousal coiling in your belly already. You couldn’t help but slap the back of his thick thigh slightly to which Seokjin groaned your name. Your precious general; ever so proper with the protocol, yet he was always moaning your actual name when he was losing it – just thinking about it made your pussy clench. The power you had over that man was absolutely delighting.

“You’re so good, general Kim, always ready for me,” you sighed spreading his ass cheeks to take a better look on a sizeable pink diamond sitting between them.

You liked seeing him in pink as it made his honey-like complexion stand out beautifully while emphasizing his golden brown eyes. A silver butt plug decorated with a gem definitely wasn’t a common gift for a lover, but you were never the one to settle for ordinary. It was absolutely thrilling to know that he was wearing it all this time and even more thrilling to imagine how full he must have feel because of that.

“You’re also naughty, my dear. Walking around with such a pretty thing in your tight hole, giving orders and having inspections. What’d your soldiers say to that?”

You grabbed the end of the plug and slowly pulled it out only to push it back inside and hit his prostate. Seokjin groaned, his hands grabbing the edge of the worktable tightly. You worked him open thoroughly, mindful of the fact that you were preparing him for a much bigger toy that the one you were currently using.

“I–I don’t know, Your Majesty,” he managed to choke out between taking quick and shallow breaths.

“Bet they’d love to see their general taking it in the ass from their magnificent Empress,” you chuckled as you took the plug out entirely and placed it on the side.

“Bet they’d want to take it from the Empress too,” Seokjin answered in a playful tone, even turning slightly to wink at you with that sweet smile of his.

“Well, it’s not like I’d decline their request,” you said nonchalantly positioning the tip of your glass cock in front of his entrance.

In the meantime you poured a generous amount of oil on it but just in case you spread the substance between his cheeks too. Seokjin pushed back against your fingers, as if trying to slip them inside somehow. With a scoff you slapped his ass with your clean hand and moved it to his hip.

“Are you ready, my dear?”

“For you always, Your Majesty,” he moaned softly as your cock has already started to stretch his hole.

Even though you took your time with the preparation he still felt the burn; pleasure mixed with pain in his mind. After you bottomed out, you waited patiently for him to get used to it. He was breathing heavily as you massaged his lower back soothingly with your clean hand.

“It’s–It’s fine, Your Majesty. Please, move,” Seokjin finally said in a trembling voice, his shoulders visibly tense under the fine linen shirt.

“Are you sure, love?” you asked leaning forward slightly to place a gentle kiss between his clothed shoulder blades.

That simple gesture seemed to have a calming effect on him as his muscles slowly started to relax. With a small smile you rubbed your face into the soft fabric breathing his scent in and making him sigh sweetly. It took a few more minutes for the tension to leave his body as your hands wandered over his body in a sensuous manner.

“Your Majesty,” Seokjin said in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Yes?” you asked simply as your nails gently scratched the back of his thigh.

“Fuck me, please,” he hummed changing his footing slightly to stand firmer and grabbing the edge of the table tightly.

“As you wish, general Kim.”

Your muscles were hurting a little from standing in such position for quite some time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment. You were about to turn you precious consort into a fucking mess, so you’ll worry about the cramps later. There are priorities in life, after all.

“Good God, Your Majesty,” Seokjin yelped as you grabbed his slim hips firmly and started to pound into him unceremoniously.

“What is it, love? Didn’t you just ask me to fuck you?” you panted out slightly out of breath as the dildo moved in and out his flushed hole in a rather fast pace.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned in the answer which made you smirk.

Your grunts of effort mixed with his soft whimpers, moans and occasional begs, and if you weren’t already wet, those little sounds he was making made you completely soaked. Slowing down just a little you reached around to curl the fingers of your oil-slicked hand around his shaft.

“Oh, Your Majesty, you’re making me feel so good,” he groaned pushing back against you.

“Aren’t I always?” you chuckled in the answer as your hand started to move slowly up and down his swollen shaft.

“Your cock must be so pretty right now, general Kim. Curious what’d your subordinates said if they walked into is like that,” you mused thumbing his sensitive slit.

“They–They’d probably think that I look–that I look gorgeous, Your Majesty,” he moaned out spreading his legs wider for you.

“And they wouldn’t be wrong. After all, I don’t fuck with just anyone, I take only the best,” you purred snapping your hips into his while speeding up the tempo of the movement of your hand.

You knew very well how he liked for his cock to be played with: your grip firm yet not too tight, your strokes flowing, a little twist of wrist from time to time around the swollen head – it all made him go nuts. Feeling your hands all over his body, your sweet perfume filling his nose, your soft body pressed flush against his – he loved it, he loved you.

“Lean against me,” you murmured burring your cock as deep as you could, making him moan loudly in the answer – you must have struck his prostate.

Seokjin stood up slowly, his legs trembling ever so slightly as he obediently followed your command. Pressing your face into his muscled back you didn’t waste time and cupped his balls with your free hand. He was moaning your name sweetly along with pleas and praises as you worked on bringing him to his orgasm with both of your hands. While you fondled his sack carefully, he fucked your tightly clenched hand as fast as he could without hurting himself in the process.

“I’m–I’m coming, Your Majesty,” he cried out just before white ropes of cum shot out from his slit, sticky substance covering the table-top and some papers that laid on it.

You stroked his cock until he pleaded for you to stop. To be honest you wanted to push him further than that, but you had to stop yourself – Seokjin was a busy man after all. That little swing you just pulled was risky enough, and you were quite surprised that none came for him yet. You suspected that everyone already knew what’s going on and simply decided to pretend that they, in fact, didn’t have the faintest idea. As much as you wanted to fuck him up, you couldn’t do so in the middle of the day when he still had work to do.

“How are you feeling, love?” you asked carefully withdrawing the dildo before swiftly unbuckling the leather straps and putting it aside.

“A little dizzy,” Seokjin murmured quietly before turning towards you and hugging you tightly.

“Please, give me a moment, Your Majesty.”

You simply hugged him back in the answer, not caring about anything else beside his warm embrace. When he finally moved away, you were about to help him put his pants back, but a mischievous idea sparked in your mind.

“If you’d be that kind and bend over for me for a second, love,” you said sweetly motioning towards the chair that stood next to him.

When he did so, you crouched and carefully spread his cheeks to take a look at his flushed hole. As it was still covered in oil, you had no problem with slipping the butt plug back inside him. He let out a breathy moan when it entered him but, sadly, you didn’t have time to play with him some more. Instead, you stood up, pulled his pants up and took a step back.

“Off to go,” you said slapping him ass briefly.

“T–Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said in a strangled voice before straightening up and smartening himself up.

“I’ll take my leave then. Duty calls, after all.”

You couldn’t help but smirk – his way of walking was a little stiff, and it made you weirdly proud to know that it was all because of your doings. You briefly looked at his worktable and chuckled to yourself – someone would have to clean this mess. There was no way the whole palace wouldn’t know what happened here at the end of the day.

“Think about me,” you called after him in a clearly amused voice.

“There’s no doubt I’ll, You Majesty,” he murmured bashfully in the answer before leaving the room.

That’s exactly what you were hoping for.

Copyright © 2020-2021 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

i am a slut for seokjin

Or Seokjin could be a slut for you

sweetheartsannie:

byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

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San wasn’t entirely sure who was he trying to fool by saying that he’s not afraid of thunder. Truth to be told he was absolutely terrified and even after it finally ended he still wasn’t having it. It didn’t take long for him to gather his bedding and rush to your bedroom in search of comfort. Maybe if he wasn’t this distracted he would have knocked before entering but, well, he was, and he didn’t.

“Oh,” he breathed out quietly before immediately closing his eyes and turning around.

He could hear you moving frantically behind him for some time before you cleared your throat audibly which he acknowledged as a permission to face you again.

“You shouldn’t barge into my room just like that. Why are you here San?” you asked sounding rather calm in his opinion.

You were already clothed: a simple cotton t-shirt and a pair of panties were covering your intimate parts, as you were sitting comfortably on the bed with your legs crossed. The only sign of your embarrassment was your brightly flushed face, but otherwise you looked perfectly composed – as if he didn’t just walk into you masturbating.

“I’m sorry,” San blurted out hugging his pillow tightly and feeling hot all over.

“I was still scared because of the thunder and I wanted to stay with you. I should have knocked.”

He couldn’t forget the way you massaged your stiffened nipple or the way your free hand moved teasingly between your legs. Your eyes closed tightly, lips slightly ajar – your raw expression full of pleasure was imprinted in his mind. San shifted subtly to cover his crotch better as his cock already started to harden and his shorts were pretty thin. He wouldn’t dare to address that, and he didn’t want you to notice it either.

“May I please sleep here?” he asked tilting his head slightly.

You nodded patting the mattress beside you – your bed was more than enough for you two. You liked to have a lot of space around you, and it showed even in your choice of bedroom furniture. San liked that too, mostly in situations like this one: he felt safe just lying next to you.

“Suit yourself,” you shrugged before lying down and covering yourself with a duvet.

An awkward silence seated in as he approached the bed shyly and put his pillow next to yours before settling under the blanket he brought with himself. The silence was unbelievably heavy, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty of his arousal. He squirmed for a few minutes before finally deciding to lay on his side, facing you.

“Are you mad?” San asked softly poking your shoulder.

When you didn’t answer immediately, he moved closer to rub his face against your upper arm.

“A little,” you admitted finally.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured looking up at you.

Your eyes were open, but your stare was burning a hole in the ceiling as you refused to look at him.

“I didn’t mean to barge in like that.”

After a few moments you sighed before turning to your side to face him properly.

“Look, I don’t want to be mad at you for such a trivial thing, but I am, and I cannot change that. I was close to the orgasm, and then you ruined it. What do you expect me to act like?”

San gaped at your wordlessly taken aback by your bluntness.

“I sure am not happy, sweetheart. I really wanted to come.”

His cock twitched in his shorts, but he ignored that and tried to think of something he could do to compensate it to you. Then it struck him – there was, after all, something he could do. He just needed your permission.

“I–I can fix that,” he said hoarsely looking at you from under his long eyelashes.

“How so?” you asked clearly amused by his flustered expression.

“May I eat you out?” he asked sitting up.

You just stared at him wordlessly for what felt like forever – now you were the flustered one. San started to worry that he crossed the unsaid line with the worst possible outcome, but then you sat up too and touched his face gently.

“Sannie,” you said with a serious expression.

“Are you sure about that? You don’t have to force yourself, I’ll be fine.”

“No, no, I–I want to. I really want to,” he blurted out lowering his eyes as his face warmed up.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear with a soft smile playing on your lips. Before he knew it you were carefully kissing his cheekbone, then his temple only to lightly bite his earlobe mere seconds later – gently, oh so gently, as if you were afraid he’d move away from you.

“Then please do so,” you whispered lowly, your thumb caressing his cheek.

With his heart pounding like crazy in his chest he moved your duvet to the side and seated between your spread legs. Putting another pillow behind your back you slowly leaned against it – no way you were going to miss even a single second from this. San in the meantime leaned down already and took his sweet time with massaging and kissing your thighs, marvelling over the softness of your skin under his fingers. He looked up at you briefly before moving your panties to the side and taking a good look at your glistening pussy.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed out in awe licking his lips.

“I know,” you chuckled nonchalantly, but his words made your chest feel tight.

With a soft smile he shook his head slightly, his hair tickling your inner thighs in the process. He put your legs carefully on his broad shoulders placing your thighs on sides of his head.

“Did I already tell you that I like how humble you’re,” he snickered good-naturedly rolling his eyes at your remark.

Your own laugh turned into a gasp when he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and repeated the motion a few times not focusing on any particular part of your pussy. You wanted to scold him for teasing you before you realized that he didn’t intend to do so – he was, in fact, tasting you. That goddamn man was savouring your pussy like he wanted to imprint the taste in his memory forever. Finally, he rubbed his face against your lower lips smearing your juices across his cheeks and nose. He looked up, and held your stare as he traced some random patterns on your clit with the tip of his tongue. You were slowly losing it, and you were perfectly aware of that.

“San,” you moaned when his lips closed around your clit, and he sucked hard.

“Fuck, babe,” you breathed out, grabbing a fistful of his locks and pulling him ever closer than he already was.

It felt as if his tongue was everywhere in the same time: toying with your swollen clit, parting your lower lips to lick the sensitive skin between them, sliding through your entrance to taste you literally inside out. With every lick, kiss and suck your delayed orgasm was nearing faster and faster and your thighs already trembled from the effort, slowly closing around his head and trapping him. However, you didn’t want to end it this quickly.

“I’m gonna come any minute so better stop, honey,” you rasped out tugging on his hair playfully.

“Not sure about you, love, but I’m having way too much fun for it to end already.”

You took off your trembling legs from his shoulders letting him move away and catch his breath.

“You wanna sit on my face then?” he asked innocently tilting his head.

He looked like a fucking mess, and it was such a sexy look on him, you really had to forcefully stop yourself from jumping on him. His hair were ruffled because of your fingers, eyes darkened by desire, lower half of his face sticky from your juices, and you were about to turn him into an even bigger mess. You had no idea what you did to deserve such a man in your bed, but you weren’t going to complain about it for sure. In fact, you were about to ravish him.

“Who wouldn’t want to ride that gorgeous face,” you purred in the answer pushing him flat on the bed.

San let out a strangled gasp at your words, his face changing colour to a deeper shade of red. He looked down sheepishly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that adorable reaction.

“Oh come on, love, you know you’re hot,” you said caressing his cheek with one of your hands before carefully placing your knees on the sides of his head.

“I mean, yeah, but I didn’t expect you to think so too,” he murmured sounding embarrassed before placing his hands on your thighs to support your weight.

You opened your mouth to ask for the reason behind such thinking, but a throaty moan escaped it instead as San started to vigorously tongue-fuck you. The tip of his nose rubbed against your swollen clit, and you were already feeling the tension building again in your core. You grabbed his hair with one hand to have something to hold onto as he tirelessly worked to bring you to an orgasm.

“You’re so good at it,” you panted out with a chuckle to which he looked up at you and winked in the answer.

You yelped in surprise when he grabbed your hips and brought you down – now his face was pressed flush against your lower lips. When his lips closed around your clit, you knew you were done for. Due to all the edging, both intentional and unintentional, your orgasm came down on you like a tsunami wave crushing everything on its way and leaving you blissfully boneless. You barely managed to untangle yourself from San’s embrace and feel down on the bed trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart. Your thighs trembled in aftershock, pussy throbbing from sudden oversensitivity and the pleasure still echoed within your body while the perpetrator of it all laid next to you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“If you’re this exemplary in fixing your mistakes, I should let you do them more often,” you said amusedly while combing fingers through your tangled hair.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he answered before propping himself up on the elbow.

“I can show you all of them.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“Then what are you waiting for, love?”

Copyright © 2020-2021 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

ASHH this was so sweet and the brief appearance of cumslut!san where he starts rubbing his face on the reader’s wet pussy cause he just likes to feel her juices on his face please that’s totally something he would do

Cum slut!San for the win  

Honestly, who wouldn’t want to have him between their legs. I sure fucking would tho.

gayliljoong:

byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

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San wasn’t entirely sure who was he trying to fool by saying that he’s not afraid of thunder. Truth to be told he was absolutely terrified and even after it finally ended he still wasn’t having it. It didn’t take long for him to gather his bedding and rush to your bedroom in search of comfort. Maybe if he wasn’t this distracted he would have knocked before entering but, well, he was, and he didn’t.

“Oh,” he breathed out quietly before immediately closing his eyes and turning around.

He could hear you moving frantically behind him for some time before you cleared your throat audibly which he acknowledged as a permission to face you again.

“You shouldn’t barge into my room just like that. Why are you here San?” you asked sounding rather calm in his opinion.

You were already clothed: a simple cotton t-shirt and a pair of panties were covering your intimate parts, as you were sitting comfortably on the bed with your legs crossed. The only sign of your embarrassment was your brightly flushed face, but otherwise you looked perfectly composed – as if he didn’t just walk into you masturbating.

“I’m sorry,” San blurted out hugging his pillow tightly and feeling hot all over.

“I was still scared because of the thunder and I wanted to stay with you. I should have knocked.”

He couldn’t forget the way you massaged your stiffened nipple or the way your free hand moved teasingly between your legs. Your eyes closed tightly, lips slightly ajar – your raw expression full of pleasure was imprinted in his mind. San shifted subtly to cover his crotch better as his cock already started to harden and his shorts were pretty thin. He wouldn’t dare to address that, and he didn’t want you to notice it either.

“May I please sleep here?” he asked tilting his head slightly.

You nodded patting the mattress beside you – your bed was more than enough for you two. You liked to have a lot of space around you, and it showed even in your choice of bedroom furniture. San liked that too, mostly in situations like this one: he felt safe just lying next to you.

“Suit yourself,” you shrugged before lying down and covering yourself with a duvet.

An awkward silence seated in as he approached the bed shyly and put his pillow next to yours before settling under the blanket he brought with himself. The silence was unbelievably heavy, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty of his arousal. He squirmed for a few minutes before finally deciding to lay on his side, facing you.

“Are you mad?” San asked softly poking your shoulder.

When you didn’t answer immediately, he moved closer to rub his face against your upper arm.

“A little,” you admitted finally.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured looking up at you.

Your eyes were open, but your stare was burning a hole in the ceiling as you refused to look at him.

“I didn’t mean to barge in like that.”

After a few moments you sighed before turning to your side to face him properly.

“Look, I don’t want to be mad at you for such a trivial thing, but I am, and I cannot change that. I was close to the orgasm, and then you ruined it. What do you expect me to act like?”

San gaped at your wordlessly taken aback by your bluntness.

“I sure am not happy, sweetheart. I really wanted to come.”

His cock twitched in his shorts, but he ignored that and tried to think of something he could do to compensate it to you. Then it struck him – there was, after all, something he could do. He just needed your permission.

“I–I can fix that,” he said hoarsely looking at you from under his long eyelashes.

“How so?” you asked clearly amused by his flustered expression.

“May I eat you out?” he asked sitting up.

You just stared at him wordlessly for what felt like forever – now you were the flustered one. San started to worry that he crossed the unsaid line with the worst possible outcome, but then you sat up too and touched his face gently.

“Sannie,” you said with a serious expression.

“Are you sure about that? You don’t have to force yourself, I’ll be fine.”

“No, no, I–I want to. I really want to,” he blurted out lowering his eyes as his face warmed up.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear with a soft smile playing on your lips. Before he knew it you were carefully kissing his cheekbone, then his temple only to lightly bite his earlobe mere seconds later – gently, oh so gently, as if you were afraid he’d move away from you.

“Then please do so,” you whispered lowly, your thumb caressing his cheek.

With his heart pounding like crazy in his chest he moved your duvet to the side and seated between your spread legs. Putting another pillow behind your back you slowly leaned against it – no way you were going to miss even a single second from this. San in the meantime leaned down already and took his sweet time with massaging and kissing your thighs, marvelling over the softness of your skin under his fingers. He looked up at you briefly before moving your panties to the side and taking a good look at your glistening pussy.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed out in awe licking his lips.

“I know,” you chuckled nonchalantly, but his words made your chest feel tight.

With a soft smile he shook his head slightly, his hair tickling your inner thighs in the process. He put your legs carefully on his broad shoulders placing your thighs on sides of his head.

“Did I already tell you that I like how humble you’re,” he snickered good-naturedly rolling his eyes at your remark.

Your own laugh turned into a gasp when he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and repeated the motion a few times not focusing on any particular part of your pussy. You wanted to scold him for teasing you before you realized that he didn’t intend to do so – he was, in fact, tasting you. That goddamn man was savouring your pussy like he wanted to imprint the taste in his memory forever. Finally, he rubbed his face against your lower lips smearing your juices across his cheeks and nose. He looked up, and held your stare as he traced some random patterns on your clit with the tip of his tongue. You were slowly losing it, and you were perfectly aware of that.

“San,” you moaned when his lips closed around your clit, and he sucked hard.

“Fuck, babe,” you breathed out, grabbing a fistful of his locks and pulling him ever closer than he already was.

It felt as if his tongue was everywhere in the same time: toying with your swollen clit, parting your lower lips to lick the sensitive skin between them, sliding through your entrance to taste you literally inside out. With every lick, kiss and suck your delayed orgasm was nearing faster and faster and your thighs already trembled from the effort, slowly closing around his head and trapping him. However, you didn’t want to end it this quickly.

“I’m gonna come any minute so better stop, honey,” you rasped out tugging on his hair playfully.

“Not sure about you, love, but I’m having way too much fun for it to end already.”

You took off your trembling legs from his shoulders letting him move away and catch his breath.

“You wanna sit on my face then?” he asked innocently tilting his head.

He looked like a fucking mess, and it was such a sexy look on him, you really had to forcefully stop yourself from jumping on him. His hair were ruffled because of your fingers, eyes darkened by desire, lower half of his face sticky from your juices, and you were about to turn him into an even bigger mess. You had no idea what you did to deserve such a man in your bed, but you weren’t going to complain about it for sure. In fact, you were about to ravish him.

“Who wouldn’t want to ride that gorgeous face,” you purred in the answer pushing him flat on the bed.

San let out a strangled gasp at your words, his face changing colour to a deeper shade of red. He looked down sheepishly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that adorable reaction.

“Oh come on, love, you know you’re hot,” you said caressing his cheek with one of your hands before carefully placing your knees on the sides of his head.

“I mean, yeah, but I didn’t expect you to think so too,” he murmured sounding embarrassed before placing his hands on your thighs to support your weight.

You opened your mouth to ask for the reason behind such thinking, but a throaty moan escaped it instead as San started to vigorously tongue-fuck you. The tip of his nose rubbed against your swollen clit, and you were already feeling the tension building again in your core. You grabbed his hair with one hand to have something to hold onto as he tirelessly worked to bring you to an orgasm.

“You’re so good at it,” you panted out with a chuckle to which he looked up at you and winked in the answer.

You yelped in surprise when he grabbed your hips and brought you down – now his face was pressed flush against your lower lips. When his lips closed around your clit, you knew you were done for. Due to all the edging, both intentional and unintentional, your orgasm came down on you like a tsunami wave crushing everything on its way and leaving you blissfully boneless. You barely managed to untangle yourself from San’s embrace and feel down on the bed trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart. Your thighs trembled in aftershock, pussy throbbing from sudden oversensitivity and the pleasure still echoed within your body while the perpetrator of it all laid next to you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“If you’re this exemplary in fixing your mistakes, I should let you do them more often,” you said amusedly while combing fingers through your tangled hair.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he answered before propping himself up on the elbow.

“I can show you all of them.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“Then what are you waiting for, love?”

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OKAY .. ALRIGHT

Those capital letters tell more than a thousand words lmao

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byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Seo Youngho/Johnny(NCT) x fem!reader

Genre:Fluff/Smut

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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.

Just as you said.

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as always, written beautifully <3

Thank You Your words mean a lot to me!

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byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Mark Lee (NCT) x fem!reader

Genre:Smut

Contains: Masturbation (male), dirty talk, nipple play, hand job, marking (mentioned), praise kink

Word count: 1988

A/N:  The Dancing With Fire trilogy: Part 1

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“Sure. One last question: where exactly do you want those hickeys?” you asked amusedly as your hands repeatedly swept up and down his sides.

Mark could barely think straight at this point. Your touch, your smell, your voice – they were making him nuts. His body was on fire.

“Everywhere,” he breathed out shakily as his arms circled your neck.

“Mark me everywhere, please.”

You shook your head with a chuckle and gave him a kiss that took his breath away.

“With pleasure, love.”

Without rush, you took off his t-shirt and threw it onto the floor.

“Gorgeous,” you purred kissing his chest and shoulders as he squirmed on your lap.

“The things I’d like to do to you, fuck, you have no idea, Mark.”

“Please, do whatever you want to do to me,” he cried out rolling his hips slowly as he bared his long neck to you.

“You don’t even know what’s on my mind, yet you’re agreeing so willingly,” you hummed against his throat while one of your hands unzipped his pants swiftly.

“I want this. I want you,” he said looking you in the eyes.

“I know. I’m going to destroy you, love,” you chuckled darkly in answer as you roughly cupped his dick through his underwear.

Mark opened his eyes breathing heavily only to let out a resigned groan as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in his pyjama pants. It sounded ridiculous to say, but he was slowly getting used to it. It was not the first time this month, not even this week.

“Goddamn it,” he murmured getting up still not entirely awake.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around for something to wear instead of his dirtied pants. Something blue caught his eye: your hoodie. He picked it up and hid his face in it – even after a few washes it still smelled like you. Suddenly he remembered his dream: “your” words resonated in his clouded mind. Just the memory of it was enough for his cock to slowly start filling with blood once again.

“Great, just great,” Mark sighed threading fingers through his tangled hair.

Picking up the hoodie, he went to the bathroom. After hanging the soft piece of clothing on the rail, he started to undress. Tossing both his t-shirt and pants into the laundry basket, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Even though the skin of his neck was now unblemished it wasn’t difficult to remind himself how it looked like just a few weeks before. When he’d come back home that day, he had been unbelievably hard from your little making out session. Seeing himself in the mirror, he couldn’t have helped but take his cock out and jerk off to the sight. The very thought that it had been you who’d marked him had made arousal coil in his belly and to be frank is hadn’t been something he’d been familiar with. It had been a different type of arousal, one he hadn’t had a chance to experience yet. Not like he didn’t like it though – quite the opposite.

“What a shame they disappeared already,” he murmured in wonder as he let his gaze move down the lean body.

His flushed cock stood proudly, clearly desperate for attention and Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at that thought. That was a good phrase to describe him now: desperate for attention. Your attention that was.

Turning the shower on he stepped in without thinking only to yelp quietly mere seconds later when cold water hit his skin. Soon it warmed up but he just stood there motionlessly letting the water roll down his body. Propping himself against the cold wall Mark closed his eyes: now he could freely imagine that he wasn’t alone.

“For fuck’s sake,” he sighed as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed over his lips and jaw.

Moving down his long neck, they grazed his prominent collarbones and all he could think of were your lips, your fingers and the way you stared at him when he moved away to catch his breath. You’d looked like you wanted to devour him there and then. Mark vividly remembered your feather-like touch that had turned firm making his mind fuzzy with pleasure.

“Please,” he groaned softly when his hands started to wander over his chest, teasing perky nipples just as he imagined you would.

You liked to tease, he knew that already. Not once, not twice he’d heard remarks here and there about your boyfriends and something phrased as patience training. At first, he hadn’t quite got it, but it hadn’t taken him long.  To be frank Mark was quite an impatient man himself, and he couldn’t even fathom what it’d feel like if you toyed with him just like you did with your previous partners.

“Fuck, I’d beg her on my knees to touch me,” he scoffed humourlessly as the tip of his finger circled the sensitive areola.

Previous weeks passed fast but left him in agony –for one stupid request to have such consequences, ridiculous. His life was ridiculous now too. If he only hadn’t wanted to childishly prove himself, he’d have never learnt the touch of your lips.

“And look what it did to me,” he chuckled once again but bit his lip at the very memory of it.

It was difficult not to daydream about your touch on daily basics. You seemed to torment him even when he didn’t see you for days, but it was even worse when he did. He couldn’t help but notice everything you were doing: the way you rolled his eyes when you found something stupid, the way your voice was getting just a touch warmer when you were talking to him, the way you played with the rings on your fingers when you were bored. He had seen that before too, yes, but now it was different somehow. Now he desperately wanted to be close to you, to play with your hair, to cuddle with you, to kiss you. He fell hard and he knew that. He also knew he should at least try to distance himself from you for the sake of your friendship, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. It was the sweetest kind of torture to have you this close yet ultimately out of his reach.

“I just want your attention so bad,” he sighed softly and then moaned your name as his hands finally reached his groin.

The familiar feeling of strong fingers curling around his shaft was much more intense with tonight’s dream still fresh in his mind. He imagined that those fingers were yours: loosely gripping his swollen cock, teasing the sensitive head, playing gently with his balls. His hips bucked involuntary, and he could almost feel your stern gaze, your free hand firmly pressing his hips against the wall. God, you’d never let this go, you’d smirk and tell him that he’s awfully impatient and ask if he really wanted to cum so bad. Mark started to lazily move his hand along his cock as his free hand fondled his balls carefully. A sudden memory appeared in his mind: his back against the wall just like right now and you kissing him breathless.

“Fuck,” he moaned recalling how he’d stumbled upon you on a party last month.

You had been both very drunk at that moment and, to put it mildly, neither of you could’ve cared less. He didn’t remember much from that party but that one encounter was graved into his memory: hungry kisses, wandering hands and no space between two bodies.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” you had said between kisses and at that moment Mark had been ready to be taken here and there.

His sneaky hand had found its way under your top.

“Goood, you’re soooo…” he had moaned massaging your breast through the lacy fabric of your bra.

“I know,” you had shrugged with a smirk putting one of your hands under his t-shirt in return.

He clearly remembered how hard he had become back then, and he was sure that you had been aware of that. You’d been about to slide the unnecessary material down his hips when someone walking past you two had snickered:

“Jesus Christ get yourself a room, people. You can’t just fuck in the corridor.”

That comment had seemed to sober you up. Realization of what you had just been about to do must’ve struck you because you’d moved away breathing heavily. Mark had been panting and he’d felt hot all over – no doubt he’d been blushing like crazy.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sighed ruffling your hair.

“I told you that I won’t pressure you and here I am throwing myself at you the very moment I see you,” you’d shaken your head with a chuckle.

“Noooo, noooo, it’s okay,” Mark had gabbled out trying to straighten up but had ended up almost falling down.

“It’s not, love. You’re drunk as hell.”

“Whaaaat no? I’m perfectly soberrrr,” he’d said but his words had been barely coherent at that point.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Mark didn’t really remember much from the way back: it was all about the colourful lights when you’d driven through the city, a ridiculous amount of stairs when you’d walked him to his apartment and your hand massaging his back when he’d vomited violently in the bathroom.

“I’m cold,” he’d whined quietly as you had been helping him get on the bed.

Without a word you had taken off your blue hoodie and had helped him dress into it. Just before leaving you’d kissed his forehead lightly making him smile sweetly.

“Sweet dreams, love,” you’d whispered fondly caressing his cheek.

Every time he thought about it his heart was starting to beat dangerously fast in his chest and he was grinning like an idiot. You were always protective towards him and cared about him deeply – that was obvious even to him. Now, however, he saw it from a different perspective. Very much different.

“I’d-I’d love you to touch me more, fuck,” he whimpered thumbing the head of his cock.

He thought about your lips once again but this time moving along his shaft, your tongue licking sensitive skin, hands massaging his thighs. He felt the pleasure building in his lower abdomen as he thought about you. He was now moaning quietly: his hand moving faster and faster, wrist twisting around the head from time to time just as he liked it. You’d probably tease him until he wouldn’t be able to take it any more, but you wouldn’t let him come. He’d have to beg you for it, he was sure of it. But for you and just for you, he could beg.

“Please,” he cried out imagining your knowing smirk and came hard.

Long ropes of semen shoot out from his cock covering his hand and the wall in front of him. Mark closed his eyes imagining how you’d praise him and kiss him for being so good. Breathing deeply to calm down his galloping heartbeat he thought about your soft hand on his cheek. About your safe embrace, calming scent of your body, soft curves – he missed your touch so badly. It didn’t matter what kind of touch it was: sexual or not he needed it. He needed you.

“What the fuck am I doing,” he said suddenly hitting the wall.

Washing up quickly he barely dried himself off before tugging on a pair of clean underwear and some sweats. He hesitated for a moment before putting on your blue hoodie, and he was out almost running to his car. Thankfully the streets were empty so in no time he reached the destination – your apartment. He barely controlled himself at this point: he was panting heavily, his hands shook, and he couldn’t think straight. But he knew one thing – now or never.

Mark Lee knocked on the door.

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Part one is good too

If you liked the first two parts, then I hope that you’ll also like the third and final part ‘cause it’s already in the making

femdom-ficrec-lieeh:

byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Choi Soobin (TXT) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Contains: Hair pulling, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk

Word count:2694

AU: Royal AU

A/N:Part 2 of the Her Beloved Consorts series!  The stories are loosely connected by the persona of the Empress-reader and, of course, take place in the same universe.

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The gown was heavy as hell, but you kept your complaints to yourself. You were the Empress after all – majority of the people who looked up to you didn’t see you as a fellow human. You could be the most powerful person in the empire but even you, or maybe especially you, were tangled in the dangerous web of politics and social connections. Anyone could turn into a spider if you weren’t careful enough, and you didn’t want to give them even the most trivial reason to attack you.

After the meeting with your vassals ended, you barely managed to escape to your private study, and now you were just standing there, letting the silence calm your restless mind. You were about to pour yourself a drink when someone knocked at the door. With a heavy sigh you forced yourself to compose your features.

“Come in,” you said leaning comfortably against your bureau.

“Your Majesty,” said the maid bowing deeply before straightening with her head still lowered in respect.

“What is it?” you asked tilting your own head slightly as you eyed her carefully.

She seemed to be a regular maid but as the Empress you could never be too careful.

“Duke Choi requests a meeting with you in the garden, Your Majesty.”

“When?” you asked softly, a small smile already appearing on your lips.

“Whenever you feel like it, Your Highness,” answered the woman keeping her eyes glued to the wooden floor.

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This is fr one of the best smuts I’ve ever read like holy shit

Thank You As always I tried my best!

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byzantiumshades:

Pairing: Lee Taeyong (NCT) x fem!reader

Genre:Fluff/Smut

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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.

“Yours obviously,” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“That’s right, love. Don’t forget that.”

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THIS FIC WAS SO GOODDDDD

Thank You sweetheart