you're so sweet to me, that was the best thing ive ever read.
late night phone calls and guided masturbation w daddy dom san
warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!san, guided masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babygirl, sannie, daddy, good girl), dirty talk, no penetration, 1.5k wrds
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you wake up, disturbed by a vibrating sound and sensation beside you. letting out a groan, you fumble around the mattress, searching blindly for your phone to check who's calling you at this late hour. your eyes remain closed as you try to get a grip on the new phone san had gifted you just a month ago, the large screen still unfamiliar to your touch. after a bit of struggle, your thumb finally finds the "answer the call" button.
"hello," your voice is rough, as you bury yourself in the covers, the large, comfortable pillows soft beneath your head, "who is it?"
"damn did my girl already delete my phone number?" you can hear san chuckle on his side of the phone. it had only been a week since he left for his world tour, but the distance took a toll on you, not used to being this far apart. "did i wake you, baby?"
"hi sannie," you smile before clearing your throat, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to wake up. you pull back from the phone, glancing at the hour. it's 10:45 pm. "no, you didn't, don't worry."
"i can hear the sleep in your voice baby," he coos at you, "didn't mean to wake you up sorry pretty. go back to sleep, i'll stay on the phone with you."
"no," you quickly retort, urgency evident in your voice, pushing away the sleep that lingered moments ago. "'m not sleepy, talk to me." you can hear him smile, envisioning his soft dimples forming, and your heart flutters at the delightful image in your mind.
"so cute, gosh, i miss you so much," he groans, flopping in his hotel bed. it's comfortable and soft, but it can't quite replace the soothing comfort of having you in his arms. "can't stop thinking about you; you're always on my mind, pretty."
"i think about you too, sannie," you whisper back, hugging your pillow tightly, clinging to it like a koala. "a lot."
"really, what do you think about?" he chuckles deeply, and the sound resonates straight to your core. you press your thighs against the pillow and let out a small sigh, which he obviously notices.
"nothing in particular," you try to play it off, gently twirling one curl of your hair. though you're most definitely in the mood, you know that he just came back from a concert and must be tired. you don't want to exhaust him more than necessary, you try not to think to hard about how his body looks, huge biceps and thick fingers.
"is my sweet girl lyin' to me," he hums, his voice dipping in the octaves, knowing just how it affects you. "you know i don't like it when you lie, right, baby?"
you bite your lip at the sweet tone of his voice and whimper a soft yea, almost inaudible but san hears it. he hears it well and he smirks, there's complete silence on the line after you speak and for a moment you're scared he's hung up until he finally says something. "have you been good baby?"
yeah," you manage to let out, feeling the heat rise within you. you push the covers away from your body, and the cool room air sends shivers, leaving goosebumps on your skin.
"did you touch yourself?" he asks tentatively, and you're quick to deny the claim, knowing what would happen if you don't follow your boyfriend's simple order: "don't touch yourself when i'm not with you." "that's a good girl."
"thanks, daddy," you say with a hint of shyness, your face turning a little red. you hear him respond with a deep hum at the pet name, and you can already envision how his pants get tighter under the growing length.
"take off your panties." he changes his tone in an instant, becoming completely dominant, and lets out a small groan. "can you do that for me, pretty girl?"
"done," you respond, eagerly awaiting his next instruction, your fingers fidgeting with anticipation.
"touch that clit for me babygirl, let me know when you're wet enough to slip your pretty fingers in," he breathes out and you can hear the distinct sound of his belt loop clinking open.
you swallow tightly, and without hesitation, you do as he asks, trying to focus on the task at hand while also aware that he's likely touching himself during the conversation. getting wet doesn't take much effort; as soon as your finger touches your puffy lips, you feel yourself starting to get wet. it's been such a long time since you last felt any attention against your clit.
you release a string of curses that he finds amusing, teasing you about washing your mouth with soap when he returns, but you're too lost in pleasure to respond back.
"i'm nngh 'm wet," a soft, melodic moan escapes your lips.
"already?" he lets out a pleasurable groan, shutting his eyes tightly as his hand grasps his dick "baby fuck, you make daddy crazy, 'm so hard for my baby right now, i feel like i'm about to burst."
euphoric moans are your only reply, fastening your pace on your poor bundle of nerves.
"that's right baby, make those pretty sounds i like," he gently squeezes the base of his cock before moving his graceful fingers upward, delicately exploring the moistened tip, "put your fingers inside now."
you eagerly comply, swiftly plunging two fingers deep into your core, though it pales in comparison to the sensation of having san's dick in you. accustomed to feeling entirely full, you release a mildly irritated whine, which san finds amusing.
"'s not deep enough right," san chuckles, but his amusement quickly turns into a choked out moan, "nobody can make you feel as good as i can, not even you baby, only daddy."
you let out a soft whimper, recognizing the subtle possessiveness in his tone, and you gently add another finger, seeking deeper sensations with your cunt beyond mere soft frictions.
"that's right baby, in and out, follow my lead, in.. and out," he commands, exercising his absolute authority over you, even from afar. his resonant voice possesses such dominance that it effortlessly erases any other thoughts from your mind. "in and out."
he rambles the same words and as he continues to speak, you notice an unusual pattern—the sound of a harsh slap following each combination of words. he's pretending to be inside of you.the mere thought of it makes your eyes roll in their sockets, and you whimper for your daddy in your phone, inviting him to quicken the pace he's set.
"wish you were here daddy, you'd see the mess 'm making" you pitifully whine. as you work your fingers in, you find a small ring of cream settling at the base of your knuckles, and you let out a lewd sigh, gosh you were pathetic, "wish daddy was inside of me."
san feels his eyesight blur at your dirty words, his sweet girl, his poor sweet girl. so innocent, like a pristine canvas untouched by the world's complexities when you first met, look at you now, nothing but a slut for her daddy, "yeah, which part of me babygirl, my fingers? hmm, my cock?"
"yes yes yes ye—mmph yes want daddy's cock so bad, always makes me feel so full," you feel your climax approaching, your heart fluttering, as you eagerly press faster and harder, your tummy tightening with the build-up.
"aah," san's hips buck as he stutters a moan as his orgasm rips through him like a freight train, convulsing in exctasy, his thighs shaking as a sticky string of white liquid shoots out of his cock, unbroken, it shot in several bursts, coating him in a long strand of delicate fluid, he continues his voice strained, "daddy's gonna give it to you, gonna fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your stomach."
the continued pumping of your fingers mixed with his words bring you over the edge. it's too much for you to handle all at once and you let yourself go.
"daddy 'm coming," you find yourself managing to squeak out the words while trembling and writhing, your fingers tightening on the phone at your ear. it's as if your body is akin to an elastic band stretched to its limits, and suddenly, the band in your stomach pops.
"you did it so good baby, so so good, 'm proud of you," with a sigh, he holds the phone in between his ear and strong shoulder, his now free hand reaching for the bag of tissues resting gently on the nightstand by his side to clean the mess on his toned stomach. "daddy loves you."
"love you too," you savor the moment, taking your time to catch your breath. with closed eyes, you allow his gentle remarks to wash over you, enveloping your entire being as you slowly descend from your euphoric state. they cocoon you in a comforting embrace, filling you with warmth and contentment, "i'm tired."
with a gentle chuckle, he finds himself unable to suppress a warm smile upon imagining you sprawled breathless in the center of the oversized bed, way too big for your single form. "go ahead and sleep baby."
"you're not hanging up right?" you ask in a soft voice.
"never."
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yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]
with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt).
warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin)
note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.
bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.
athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.
nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.
dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.
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[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place.
"Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious.
"Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly.
"Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are.
"You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.
[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold.
His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right.
His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good."
Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.
[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh.
"'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow.
"You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this.
"Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer.
"Gotcha"
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