THINGS ATEEZ SAY IN BED: YUNHO
âł things ateez say during sex. yunho version.
âł warning: smut, dirty/sexual language
⢠âlook at you, baby. so perfect.â
⢠âgod, youâre so small under me. how cute.â
⢠âmmh, youâre so wet. youâve made a mess all over my hand.â
⢠âcâmon, you can take another finger, canât you?â
⢠âgotta get this little pussy nice and stretched with my fingers before you can take my big cock.â
⢠âyou want my cock so bad, huh? sorry, baby, iâm gonna need you to cum for me again before i give it to you.â
⢠âsshhh, sshh. take it slow, baby. yeah just like that. nice and slow.â
⢠âoh, itâll fit. it always does. you always take me so fucking good.â
⢠âah fuck! so damn tight.â
⢠âtoo deep? nonsense, baby. you can take it.â
⢠âyouâre doing so well for me.â
⢠âride my cock, baby. huh? you need my help? you always need my help when you ride me. my helpless little baby.â
⢠âright there? right there.â
⢠âyouâre so beautiful, so perfect. you were made for me.â
⢠âgod, i love you. fuck.â
⢠âbaby iâve barely put it in and youâre already whining. tsk.â
⢠âgonna cum around my cock, yeah? gonna make a mess all over it? good.â
⢠âkeep going, baby. youâre doing so well. thatâs it, let go. give it all to me, baby.â
⢠âyou can take more.â
⢠âi know, baby. i know.â
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Good Girl ⢠Mingi Song
mingi x fem!reader
summary⢠Ateez comes to hang out with you and your other gal friends. After playing games and karaoke, the night starts to settle down. You decide to spend the rest of your night producing music. You get lost in your thoughts when Mingi suddenly comes to your room. You try to focus but you can't help but see him through your prereferral and your deepest fantasies become a reality.Â
warnings⢠switch mingi (if you squint), SMUT (kinda filthy), smut without plot?, friends to partners, pet names (baby girl, princess, baby boy), praise kink, hickeys, big dick mingi, oral (m&f! receiving), nipple play (f! receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, scratching
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a/n⢠first time writing smut in a long time! I hope y'all like it! Please give me some requests and I will try my best to get to them and do them :))))Â
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You look around and see San and Wooyoung sprawled out on the couch. You take this as a queue to settle down for the night. âIâm going to go ahead and head to my room.â You announced pouring yourself another glass of wine. âOkay, get some rest y/n.â Hongjoong replied, flashing you a smile. You and Hongjoong were pretty close since you guys would produce music together. You would often spend countless nights joking around and having deep conversations. With that being said he knew all your secrets and you knew his. But there is one secret he will forever tease you on, and it's the fact that you like Mingi. You confessed to Joong the one night you had too much alcohol. You were both sharing secrets when the topic came up. When you told him his eyes went wide followed by a âHoly shit.â It was almost like he knew something you didnât. You asked him why he had a cheeky smile on his face but he refused to tell you.Â
You also had a fair relationship with Mingi. You talked a handful of times but it was never long conversations. Your relationship was very playful and childish at times as you would bicker at each other often. You were both pretty shy around each other at times and couldnât find the courage to hangout with each other outside of the group. Until last week when Mingi came over to produce some music with you. You both exchanged flirtatious jokes but most of the time it was focused on producing. You were both comfortable around each other but the most that yall have ever done was hug each other goodbye. Mingi and you would be lying if yall said you didnât blush every time you hugged him tightly when it was time for him to leave.Â
You go through the hallway and make a left turn to your room. You turn on your lamp next to your desk and take a seat on your rolling chair. You open up your laptop and start your music software program. You go through all your files until you find the one you want. You place your headphones on your ears and listen to what you have already produced. You take a huge gulp of your wine letting it consume your body even more. The gears in your brain start to turn as you find places to add certain beats. Your head lightly bobs to the rhythm as you play with your keyboard to find the best notes. You get so in the zone when you produce. The beautiful track that you make forces you to close your eyes. You hum a pretty melody and sing random gibberish to see how well it goes with the song. You sway left to right thinking about the harmonies that would go well with the song. You take off your headphones and turn on your speakers just so you can hear what it sounds like. You felt that the mixing could be better on certain parts. You felt that the cords would sound better in... âA major 7.â you jumped at the deep voice and just froze.Â
Your heart rate skyrocketed in the presence of someone else in your room. They were right behind you and you debated attacking or not. You place your hands off of your keyboard and swivel around in your chair. You are welcomed by a gummy smile and messy black-haired Mingi sitting on the edge of your bed. âSorry did I scare you,â Mingi giggled. You couldnât help but laugh and respond with âYou know, I almost attacked you right.â Mingi then rolled his eyes at the thought of your tiny body lodging at him and attempting to fuck him up. âYeah right, be honest with yourself. You wouldnât even hurt a fly.â He expressed with his head cocked to the side and a cheeky smirk on his face. âDo that again and you will see what I am capable of, Mr. Song.â As you said that the room fell silent.Â
You just stared at each other without saying a word. The tension between the two of you was extreme. All you could think about at that moment was sitting on his lap and making out with him. Followed by trailing kisses down his body till you fell on your knees in front of him. You snapped out of your thoughts when Mingi finally broke eye contact with you. And you couldnât help but see his ears turn pink as he looked down at the floor. Oh, was he flustered? You thought as you laid back in your chair. You couldnât help but let out a little laugh that caught Mingiâs attention causing him to give you a sheepish smile. âIs there anything that you need Mingi?â you asked. âHmm?â he responded with puppy eyes. He was definitely the cutest when he flashed those eyes at you. He looked so innocent when you knew he wasn't. He would always put on this cute act and then proceed to do the naughtiest things. It was a part of his game and you knew it. Two can play that game.Â
âYou came into my room, did you need anything?â you repeat yourself raising your eyebrow. He then began looking around nervously trying to find a reason why he was in there. In all honesty, he just wanted to get some alone time with you but he was too nervous to admit that. He didnât want to admit that he wanted to hold you in his arms and make love to you. Heâd rather you admit it first so he could make his move. The way you looked tonight has him thinking about the way you would sound under him. How good would you sound from him pleasing your overstimulated core? At this point you could tell exactly why he came in here, you could see the desire in his eyes. You wanted it just as much as he wanted it.Â
âMingi?â you said with a concerned expression. Mingiâs eyes started to dart around the room as he started to play with the rings on his long fingers. âI-I just wanted to make sure you were okay! You walked away in a rush and I didnât know if you were upset or just not feeling well. I just came by to make sure you were good and it looks like you are good because you are up making musicââ He stopped rambling when you placed your hand on his. âIâm okay I promise.â You expressed suddenly getting up to sit next to Mingi on the bed. It was cute to see him all flustered especially when you had an idea of how he acted with other women. Mingi was always very flirty but when he was finally with someone he really liked his confidence switched. âWell, at least I am now.â You squeezed his hand tight and looked into his eyes.Â
You were so close to each other that you could hear his heartbeat. He then intertwined his hands into yours and held onto it tight. His eye trailed to your lips and came back up to meet your eyes. You could see his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. âYou know Mingi, I really like youââ Before you could finish, his other hand cuffed your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. âSo do I. Ever since I met you I couldnât get my mind off of you, you are gorgeous baby.â His voice was lower and deeper than before causing it to send a shiver down your spine. You canât lie the fact that Mingi called you baby made you squeeze your thighs closer together and he saw that. He took mental notes of how his words affected you and how he could use that against you.Â
Mingi then moved closer and whispered in your ear, âI have been wanting you to be mine for a long time baby girl.â A slight whimper escaped your lips right into his ear causing him to smirk deviously. Your dominant behavior went out of the window as soon as he gained his confidence back. He found your weak spot and wanted to push you further. He then pulled away from your ear and looked you in your eyes. It was already challenging for you to breathe as he looked at you with siren eyes. You couldnât imagine how it was going to feel once you got what you wanted. His demeanor changing caused your demeanor to change as well. You bit your bottom lip by impulse and grabbed onto his neck. A slight chuckle came from Mingi as he saw what a mess he already made you. He hadn't even touched you yet and you were already ready to give yourself to him.Â
You lifted yourself up and saddled onto his lap, both legs placed on either side of his thighs. His hands went down your side to your waist, squeezing them. You kissed his cheek and then moved your lips to his ear, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. âMingi, I have been waiting for you to fuck me ever since we met.â At your words, he bit his lip and closed his eyes. His hands then lingered to your ass, rubbing it softly. âOh yeah?â He uttered trying to sound devious but it just came out needy. You felt him twitch underneath your core and it drove you insane. The heat emanating from you drove him insane. You moved from his ear and looked him in his eyes. âYes.â you breathed. Before Mingi could react your lips met. It was slow at first as you both were trying to savor the moment. It was such a beautiful sight, the lights dimmed, Mingiâs legs hanging off the bed, you on top of him, his arm around your waist, one hand resting on your ass, his other hand rubbing your outer thigh, one of your hands digging your nails into his shoulder, and the other intertwined in his black hair pulling him closer.Â
Involuntarily you started to move your hips back and forth causing Mingi to buck slightly into you. With that, the kiss got more intense. The kisses became desperate and eager as you both opened your mouths to let each other in. Your tongues danced against each other as yâall continued to make out. Mingi pulled away from the kiss and then bit onto your lower lip. He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. He started to suck on your neck leaving a big hickey on your skin. You threw your head back as he marked you. You both were drunk off of each other and didnât know how to deal with the emotions at hand. Should we stop? You thought to yourself. You were in so deep that you couldnât stop now.Â
You heard the boys and your girls laugh in the living room which broke you out of your concentration. You looked at Mingi and you giggled âGive me a minute.â You got up and walked towards the door, locking it. You then walked to your computer to turn on music so your noises could be muffled. You turned back to the bed to see Mingi lying back, his elbows resting on the mattress. God, he was so attractive like this, ready to be touched on every inch of his body. His eyes lingered up and down your body, imagining how pretty you would look without anything on. You made direct eye contact with him as you curled your fingers around the hem of your shorts. His lips parted slightly and his breathing became hitched at the sight of you stripping right in front of him. All you could do was smirk at how needy he looked for you. You could see his print through his sweatpants and it was driving you insane but you wanted to continue to tease him.Â
âYou want this off baby?â you tugged at your shirt and smiled. All Mingi could do was nod his head. âUse your words baby boy. Do you want me to take this off for you?â you replied. âFuck- yes please.â Mingi said with urgency. The way you talked to him turned him on in the most unholiest way possible. He has never had another woman talk to him like this and it was exciting him in a way he couldnât explain. You smirked at his response and grabbed the cloth that was clinging to your skin. You pulled it over your head to show the bra that was matching with your underwear. âYou are so gorgeous.â he breathed out while sitting up from the bed. You smiled at Mingi and walked closer towards him. âJust for you.â Your chest was lined up with his head. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you closer, and kissed your chest.Â
He pulled away to take off his shirt and you suddenly stopped him. He flashed those puppy eyes at you again in confusion. âLet me do it for you Mingi.â He didn't argue and just put his hands to the side. You kissed him and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and tossing it across the room. You noticed his toned muscles had become illuminated by the dimmed light. Fuck he looked so good. Mingi leaned back on the bed just like he did before and you climbed on top of him once again. You palmed his face and asked âAre you sure you want to do this? There is no going back if we do.â Mingi stared at you for a second and thought about your friendship and how it would change. He had to make a serious decision with you and it couldnât be driven by lust. Mingi swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and replied, âI have never been so sure in my life princess.â You couldnât help but smile from ear to ear and giggle. âGood,â you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours.Â
Your lips collided with his quickly getting intense. You held onto his neck steady so the both of you wouldnât get too rough with the kisses. Your tongue ran across the entrance of his lips and he instantly let you in. You swayed your hips back and forth on his print causing a noticeable wet spot to form on his sweatpants. A soft moan escaped Mingiâs mouth sending the vibration to your soaking wet core. Your tongues danced with each other once again as his hands found their way to your back, unclipping your bra strap. Without pulling away from the kiss you grabbed your bra and tossed it to the side. You pressed yourself close to him, making skin-to-skin contact with each other. Your hands were all over him, running your hands through his hair all the way down to his arms. One of his hands was rubbing your back while the other was rubbing your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss Mingiâs neck. He groaned at the sensation of your lips sucking on his skin, entangling his fingers into your hair. You slightly bit at his neck and then kissed his jaw. You then spoke softly âLet me please you baby.â He instantly nodded his head in agreement.Â
With that, you kissed down his chest all the way to his stomach until you fell on your knees in front of him. Your hands moved from his thighs to the print in his pants. Mingi inhaled sharply as your hands ran across his hard dick. He maintained strong eye contact with you as he watched your every move. You reached for the hem of his sweatpants and Mingi lifted slightly so you could slide them down easily. As you pulled them down you watched as his dick slapped against his stomach. You gasped at the sight of his huge dick, stopping in your tracks. Watching the precum drip from his tip. Mingi smirked and let his tongue poke the side of his cheek at your reaction. You looked back up at him and grabbed his cock with your small hands and started pumping. He watched you, every single movement, enjoying the show. As you looked him in the eyes you stuck out your tongue and licked the precum that was dripping off his tip. You moan at the taste of him and you couldnât wait to taste even more of him. Mingi looked at you as you took his tip in your mouth with one hand wrapped around his base. Your tongue licked circles around his tip causing him to throw his head back. âGood girl.â he moaned, grabbing the back of your head. He looked back up at you and bit his lip, barely able to keep his eyes open.Â
Mingi groaned as he felt your mouth go down the length of his dick. His eyes opened wider at the sight of his dick fully disappearing in your mouth. âOh my fucking god y/n!â he breathed as you started to bop your head slowly up and down. His hands pulled some of your hair out of your face, gripping it behind your head making a makeshift ponytail. You started to pick up the pace, staring at how he reacted. His lips were slightly parted and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. His hair was messily scattered in his face but you could still see his eyes staring at you lustfully. âYou're such a good girl for me princess.'' His words made you moan, sending a vibration to his dick. Moans continued to escape Mingiâs mouth uncontrollably as you forced his dick down your throat repeatedly. Mingiâs eyebrows scrunched together and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. He was about to cum but he didn't want to just yet.Â
He gripped your hair tighter and forcefully removed you from his cock. Saliva trailed from his dick to your mouth, his dick was fully coated. You went back down in an attempt to feel your mouth back up. âFuck.â he groaned as he pulled you back again. He saw that you were so eager to keep sucking and that drove him insane. âPlease.â you whimpered looking into his eyes. âPlease what princess? Tell me what you want.â he said, sending a chill down your spine. âI want you to cum in my mouth Mingi.â you begged. His dick twitched in response. âOpen.â he demanded and you obeyed. He pulled you closer to his dick, guiding you down his length. The eye contact was intense to the point where you could feel his eyes burning into yours. You started off slow but quickly picked up the pace. Your throat made different noises as you forced your head down in his dick at a fast pace.Â
Mingi moaned and groaned loudly, feeling the whole room with unholy noises that you have never heard before. Tears started to flow down your cheeks as you continued to force him down. âPleaseâ keep going, Iâm gonna cum for you baby girl.â he expressed. You then started to moan causing another vibration to travel through his dick. He couldnât hold it back. With a few more pumps he pushed your head down far on his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth followed by his cum coating your throat. You swallowed every last drop and continued to clean all the cum off his dick that managed to escape your throat. Mingiâs fingers were still tightly gripping your hair as his body twitched. You couldnât believe you just made him cum like that. Mingi let go of your head and you sat up, wiping your mouth.Â
He pulled you back onto his lap and he kissed you, tasting himself. He then lifted up and you immediately wrapped your legs around him. He placed you in the middle of the bed and showered you with slow meaningful kisses. Him being hovered over you made you feel small. You were soaked and desperately wanting to be touched. âMingiâ please I need you.â you begged wanting him to fill you to the brim. âHold on princess, let me take care of you, okay?.â You eagerly nodded and watched as he went down to your chest and kissed your nipple. He gently licked your nipple making you hum in pleasure. His hand then made its way to your other nipple, tracing circles around it. Your heart started to race more when he started sucking on your nipple. This caused you to arch your back slightly at the feeling of his warm lips around you.Â
He then moved his lips down your tummy, kissing it softly while looking up at you. He made his way to your thigh where he started to rub and kiss your inner thigh. He then reached for your panties, intertwining his long fingers with the fabric that was in the way of your core. He pulled them down revealing how soaked you were. He breathed in sharply followed by a quiet and deep âfuck.â You could feel him breathing, he was so close to you. He kissed your inner thigh and then pushed your knees up to your chest. You then felt his lips make contact with your core, kissing it gently. His tongue then licked you all the way up from your entrance to your clit, your juices dripping off of his tongue. Causing you to clench at the feeling.Â
He moaned at the taste of you trying to saver how you tasted on his tongue. âYou taste so good baby girl.â He expressed. Before you could say anything Mingi started to flick his tongue on your clit causing you to moan loudly. His tongue was moving rapidly making it hard for you to stop moaning. His fingers dug into your skin where he was holding you, trying to keep you still. Mingi then started sucking on your clit sending you into a spiral. It was a feeling that you never experienced before, making you clench. âS-such a go-good boy,â your moans were broken as you tried to praise him. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and you didnât know what to do, the pleasure was unbelievable.Â
You felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy. âMingi pleaseââ you begged, trying to buck your hips into his fingers. He pushed his finger into you, making you gasp for air. Both the sensation of him sucking your clit and fingering you made you arch your back and say his name repeatedly. You couldn't help but reach down and grab his hair, tugging at it as softly as you could. Mingi then slid another finger into you, sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to licking circles on your clit. You were so sensitive as you felt yourself almost reaching your high. He again picked up the pace making you moan his name loudly.Â
At this point the music was useless, you kept drowning it out as your moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto his hair tight causing him to moan against your core. He knew you were close and you didnât even have to say it. He looked up to see your eyebrows scrunched together and all he could do was smile while he was flicking his tongue on your clit. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as you tugged at his hair. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. At that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didnât stop, he continued to lick your clit. âMingiâ oh my god please!â you screamed your other hand tugging at the sheets. You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Mingiâs face deep in your pussy. Your body jerked aggressively as he kept eating you out. âFuuuck Minnngiiii!â You screamed loudly, knowing your scream penetrated through the walls. Allowing everyone to hear how he was pleasing you.Â
He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his chin. The sight was so beautiful you couldn't help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. âYou make the most precious sounds baby,â he cooed, making you blush. âAre you okay princess?â he asked you. âHoly shit I am now.â you breathed out followed by a soft giggle. âBut now I want more of you Mingi.â You sounded so needy and Mingi loved that, he was dying to see how far he could push you and this was the best opportunity for it. âYour wish is granted sweetheart.â Mingi then got on top of you and pinned you down by your wrist. He started to kiss your lips followed by your cheek. You looked down and exhaled, being reminded of how big Mingi was. He then whispered in your ear, âDonât worry I will go slow for you.â You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful.Â
âAre you ready?â He asked between the kisses. You slowly nodded, rubbing your hand along his cheek. Mingi took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly, your nails softly dig into them. He then finally pushed all the way in, allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Mingi deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Mingi took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips. âWow you are so tight,â he whispered in your ear. âJust for you,â you breathed out. Mingi let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Mingi," you said into his ear.Â
You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking. He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back, softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Mingi whispered sweet compliments on your neck. You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Mingi faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Mingi let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up, putting his hands under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.Â
You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he pulled out and slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan, your mouth was just left wide open. Mingi on the other hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Mingi. Baby. Harder." He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck.Â
He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace. "Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Mingi to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there princess," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Mingi put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.Â
You could tell Mingi was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. âLet me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and kneesâ you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core. You turned around and Mingi looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. A little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your juices all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it. He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. âFuck! Mingi!â You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on him. He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. âHoly shit baby,â he breathed, throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.Â
You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto your wrist and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest. He then wrapped his hand around your throat. âNo one can fuck you better than me,â he whispered in your ear causing you whimper in response. âIâm going to fill you up babygirl.â He whispered, letting go of your neck and wrist. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. âPlease Mingiâ.â You moaned. Without hesitation, Mingi started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and he saw.Â
You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was thrusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud. He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldnât believe this was happening. That Mingi was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. âSpank me please,â you begged and Mingi behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body. âMi-Mingi,â you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by your wrist still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.Â
You were so close and Mingi could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didnât make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. âCum for me baby,â you heard Mingi demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt him fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing. Mingi pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Mingi smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.Â
He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked âAre you okay? Did I go too hard?â You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. âNo it was perfect,â you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his cheek. Mingi suddenly got up and picked up a clean towel. He spread your legs and cleaned you off. You stared at him with the biggest smile on your face and he smiled back. After cleaning you he crawled back and held you close to his chest. He moved your sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead and kissed it multiple times. âYou did amazing by the way y/n.â All you could do was giggle, âNo you did amazing Mingi.â You could feel him smile against your skin. âOnly because of you.â You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and looked up to kiss him passionately. âMingi, I love you.â you expressed staring deeply in his eyes. Mingiâs smile became so big and he became flustered. âI love you too y/n.âÂ
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these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)
-ËË. dialogue ËË-
"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."
"fuck you" "when"
âHe so likes her.â
âI donât mind wasting time on you.â
âI feel the opposite of hateâŚtowards you.â
âI feel thingsâŚâ
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
âI might need more.â
âIâm notâŚused to feeling this way, okay?â
âOh - donât fucking do that.â
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
âTook you long enough.â
âWe might have been wrong.â
"what did you do"
âWhat the fuck is your problem?
"where the hell is he?"
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"stop crying"
"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."
"this is so wrong-"
-ËË. scenarios ËË-
both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush
internal conflict of being enemies with benefits
fake dating to get someone of their back
enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie
they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention
they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad
injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go
cant stand that they're ignoring them
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Honey-Sweet
Description: You're far too sweet for him. He's determined not to ruin you, despite the fact that he seems to ruin everything, and everything about you just seems to make his fantasies worse. But one night can change everything, apparently, when Miguel finally sees how completely not sweet you can be.
Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, hoooh boy a lotta smut okay, oral (m and f recieving), unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids), riding, doggy, missionary, some fluff bc i'm not completely deranged, light degradation (w/c: 2.1K)
A/N: oh lord the Miguel brainrot is REAL folks okay this is fucking crazy. I WANT THIS MAN TO **** ** **** * ****** ******* okay he has me fuckin frothing at the DAMN MOUTH actin like a DAMN DOG okay so please enjoy a bit of a miguel smutfest
Youâre too fucking sweet for him. Thatâs what he tells himself. Miguel OâHara doesnât do sweet.
Youâre fucking sweet with the way you bring cookies in for the other Spiders that accompany you on missions. Youâre sweet in how you brought in a ridiculous hand-made baby blanket for Mayday when Peter first brought her in, emblazoned with his Spider-Man logo to wrap her up tight in. Youâd kissed the baby on the head, whispering tiny sweet nothings into her bright red hair, and Miguel had had to hide the emergence of his fangs at the sight of it.
Youâre too sweet, too kind for him. You organize little movie nights at the office, you make him stay a little longer on missions so you can see the tourist spots from different universes. And the way you look at him, all wide-eyed and bright and smiling⌠it does things to him.
It makes him want to bring you flowers, kiss you on the cheek. It makes him want to plan fucking candle-lit dinners and bake cupcakes with you. All sweet, too sweet.
But, because he apparently canât stop himself, you also want to make him do decidedly not sweet things. Like grab at your tits through your suit, pinching your nipples until your knees go weak and you whimper his name in your gorgeous little voice. Like force you down on your knees, fucking his cock into your hot mouth while tears leak down your cheeks. Like tying you up with his webs, eating your pretty cunt out while you struggle against them, whining that âitâs too much, too much Miguel.â Like fucking you deep, so fucking deep on his cock, making you squeeze around him while you scream for him, beg for him to fill you up with cum. He thinks about watching it leak out of your achy pussy, dripping down your thighs.
But youâre so goddamn sweet, too gorgeous and lovely, and he canât ruin you, he canât.Â
So when you finally wear him down, finally get him to go to coffee with you, he tries to be just as sweet as you. You hold his fucking hand, you kiss him on the cheek. You smile into his mouth as his lips meet yours in front of your apartment door. Miguel swears that his heart will pop with how much it swells when youâre near him.
He brings you flowers, walks you to your door, brings you lunch while youâre filing post-mission paperwork. And God, itâs beautiful. Itâs fantastic and bright and so wonderfully domestic that Miguel wonders if heâs died, gone to some heaven he doesnât deserve. Heâs determined to revel in the domesticity of this⌠thing heâs created with you, his disgusting fantasies be damned.
He doesnât like to think about how he has to fuck his hand after he drops you off at your house, his lips still burning with the touch of your soft, soft kiss. He thinks about how your lips would look stretched around his dick.
Heâs content. Heâs happy. For the first time in so fucking long, heâs happy. And heâll happily tug on his dick by himself for the rest of damn time if it means that he gets to revel in your soft, pretty, wonderful sweetness for a little bit longer. He will not ruin you.
But.
As he kisses you softly in front of your apartment, the both of you still suited up from your latest mission, you tug him closer. You pull him down into your hungry mouth, and you lick into him like youâre starving for it. He canât help how he growls at the feeling of it, his big hands coming to clutch at your hips. God, youâre pretty, fucking addicting with the way your tongue tangles with his and how you whimper when his hands cup your ass, tugging you up just that extra inch.
âTake me to bed, Miguel,â you gasp between feverish kisses, and fuck, heâs gone.
He hauls you into his arms, and his knees almost go weak at the way you wrap your thighs tightly around his middle, the way you lick into his mouth all over again.
And Miguel has spent so much time in his head, thinking, no, knowing that youâre sweeter than goddamn pie. Itâs in every fucking breath you take, every moment he spends with you.Â
But that night, as he lays you onto the bed, gently, gently like you deserve, he learns that youâre not as sweet as he thinks you are.
Not at all.
Not with the way you roll him over with your strength, begging for him to disengage his suit, looking at him like you want to devour him as it dissolves around him, leaving him bare to your gaze. You graze a reverent hand up his chest as he heaves under you, whispering, âGod, canât believe Iâve waited this long to have you like this. Youâre so pretty, Miguel.âÂ
Pretty. Pretty? He canât be the pretty one, no, not when youâre unzipping your own suit, and he can see everything. Every inch of supple, soft skin. Your nipples, hard and peaked and begging for his touch. Your pretty, pretty pussy; he can see how youâre practically dripping, the wetness between your legs glistening in the soft lamplight.
And youâre not sweet, not sweet at all, when you nip and suck little marks down his chest and abs, grinning up at him like a damn siren when he gasps at your touch. Fuck, youâre the opposite of everything he thought when you take his cock into your mouth, bobbing deeper, deeper until you just canât anymore, jacking the rest of his cock while you kiss and lick and suck at him.
You grab his hand with your free one, and pull it into your hair. You pull up from his cock, and Christ, thereâs a line of your spit that connects you to his throbbing tip, and Miguel thinks that he might die.Â
âFuck my face, baby?â you rasp, and yes, thatâs it, Miguel is going to fucking die here. But he canât refuse you, with those gorgeous eyes gazing up at him, the tip of his cock on your tongue.Â
Itâs not sweet, not at all, when he forces your head down on his cock, pressing himself deep into your pretty little mouth. And you moan like you love it, just taking it as he thrusts roughly into your mouth. Your spit runs down his shaft, your little whimpers and the way you choke when the tip jams into the back of your throat all echoing in his ears.Â
He canât hear himself, but God, you can. You relish the way he growls every time he pushes you down deep, telling you that, âYouâre such a good girl, hermosa. Mierda, mi nena perfecta.â Your pussy throbs.
He isnât soft, isnât gentle like he told himself to be when he pulls you off his cock. You gasp for air, and Miguel groans as he pulls you up by your hair, dragging your spit-slick lips to his mouth. He can taste himself on your lips, all sticky and hot and puffy.Â
You whine against his mouth, murmuring little pleas of âfuck me, fuck me, fuck me,â into him, and his cock twitches, red and aching desperately for your touch.Â
âHave to make sure youâre ready,â he mumbles, even though he aches, even though his claws threaten to show.Â
âNononono,â you whine, and then you sit back, hovering over his cock, fucking monstrous compared to the tiny opening of your dripping pussy, and press down.
Fuck, itâs like heaven inside you, all perfect and wet and hot, and you whine, muttering that, âItâs so fucking big, God, stretches me so perfect, so fucking perfect, so much bigger than I could have dreamed-â
âNena,â he interrupts you with a hoarse groan of his own, âgotta stop, âs gonna, gonna hurt you, oh fuck-âÂ
And you grin at him again, filthy and raunchy and not sweet at all, as you say âI fucking want it to hurt, Miguel. Wanna feel you in the morning, wanna feel you all the time.â And you press yourself the rest of the way down his thick cock, gasping for air, your hips twitching like they canât decide whether to run away from the sensation or seek it.Â
âFuck, wanna feel you all the time,â you murmur and Miguel canât decide whether youâre actually talking to him or not. âWant you to fuck me so hard I canât breathe, fill me up so fucking perfect, God, oh my God, âm so fucking full,â you roll your hips forward in desperate little circles, a weak attempt at getting him deeper. An endless stream of âfuck me, fuck me, please please please,â starts to leave your lips again, and you sound so desperate, so needy, that Miguel canât help but roll you over, pinning you underneath him, and fucking his cock so hard and so deep into you that you dig your fingers into his back and sob.
He does what you ask that night. He fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, until tears leak from your eyes and your bed is soaked with a mixture of yours and his cum. And God, you scream for him, begging him for more, deeper, harder.
The slick sounds of your bodies meeting over and over must be heard all over the building, but Miguel canât bring himself to care, not when heâs able to fuck you like this, disgusting and filthy.
How could a sweet, lovely, soft thing like you love this so much?
From that night on, it seems that all bets are off. From that night on, it seems that you make it a mission to show him exactly how not sweet you are.
Fuck, thereâs no sweetness to you when you hump your hips into his face the next morning, practically smothering him in your pussy as you squeal and tangle your fingers in his hair. He digs his fingers so hard into your thighs that heâs sure theyâll bruise, and licks up your juices. Your pussy is honey-sweet on his tongue.
Youâre not soft when you ride him into the mattress, throwing yourself down onto his cock and moaning as you stretch yourself out. You drag your nails down his chest as you bounce desperately in his lap, and Miguel kind of hopes you draw blood.
There isnât an ounce of innocence when you sink down on your knees under his desk when heâs in a goddamn meeting, pulling his cock out and sucking at him until his claws shoot out and leave splintering holes in his desk. He has to hide his fangs from the video camera when you choke.Â
When he finally, finally cuts the meeting short, feeding the other Spider-Men some bullshit excuse about a new anomaly, he presses your head to the base of his cock and shoots his cum down your throat. He means it as a punishment, but when he pulls you off his cock, and sees you with your eyes all glassy and smiling lazily, he canât help but bend you over the desk and finger fuck you until you cry and scream and beg for him to fuck you with his cock.
You are so far from sweet when he fucks you on the floor after a mission, tensions run too taut and adrenaline racing through your veins. You throw your ass back onto him with every thrust into your sloppy cunt, moaning as he growls, âSuch a fucking slut, canât get enough of this cock, huh? My sweet, sweet girl, what would the rest of the Spiders say if they knew what a fucking whore you are for me?âÂ
And when you choke on your spit around your screams, he leans down to whisper that, âI know, cariĂąo, I know. I'm gonna take care of you,â before he shoves your face down into the carpet and mounts you, shoving his fat cock down into you again and again and again.
Miguel is positive that heâs died and gone to heaven.
Itâs not to say that youâre not the same, sweet girl who brings cookies to the office and holds his hand. No, youâre the same, perfect, sweet girl, only that you let him thank you for the cookies by eating you out on the kitchen floor. You hold his hand while you jerk his cock and swallow his moans with your kiss.
Youâre just the right kind of sweet for him.
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Want me to teach you?
"Starting off as journalism clubs buddies, you never know how your relationship will take turns after he offered to give you a lesson."
Pairing : Yunho x afab!reader
Word counts : 2.3k
Contents & warnings : smut mdni! , college AU, gamer yunho, oral (receiving), size kink, big dick! yunho, slightly pussy edging, overstimulation, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.
âThereâs something between you and her. I mean like youâre in relationship or..?â Wooyoung asked him carefully.
Yunhoâs eyes goes widen. He never thought of dating you in the first place. After breaking up with his longtime ex lover, he completely avoided the topic of romance. Heâd been dating his ex since high school. But at the certain time theyâre in college, she became a campus crush and immediately dumped him.
He let out a soft chuckle in response, âHow could that be?â
âIsnât it obvious? The atmosphere.. ehhm kinda heavy around you two.â Seonghwa suddenly chimed in while his finger moved in circle towards Yunho.
He raised his eyebrow, a thin smile form his lips after ridiculed by them.
âNah weâre not. Weâre just friends, thatâs all.â
To be honest, he wasn't that surprise when they asked about it. It all started from two months before. You accidentally took a glance on Yunhoâs phone. Heâs immersed in Detroit: Become Human walkthrough video while waiting for other faculty journalism clubâs member to come.
Then you happened to be walking behind him before taking a seat. âOh youâre into that game too?â
âI want to give it a try.â He turn at you for a moment before his eyes glued back to the screen. âBut I still figure it out whether this one worth it or not.â
You crossed your arms then slightly lean towards him in attempt to get a better view of the video. âHmm.. Itâs a shame if you know most of the plot through this. Like I want you to experience the true ending by your own choices.â
âWait, you ever played this?â Surprised that youâre into gaming stuff.
âI did, but on PC. I donât know if thereâs any differences if you play it on your console.â You lean away from him.
Now, heâs more interested in you and leaving the video played alone in the background. Distracted by your little fingers fidgeting on the back of your phone unconsciously, as both of you deep in talk. Heâs wondering why is it so small and weirdly cute. Then he glanced back to you.
âSo youâre not used to play with the controller right?â
You nod at him, âyeah, last time I try it when I was in 7th grade or something. The grip was uncomfortable. Right after that, I decided PC is much more easier.â You paused for a second, âbut sometimes I would love to try it again.â
He chuckled seems to know the reasons why. Proceed to clear his throat before he answered you back, âWant me to teach you?â
Deep sighed left from your mouth, âIâm pretty sure youâll be mad at me the second weâre in.â
âNo no, definitely not. I got patience as deep as the ocean. You sure know that.â
You rolled your eyes. âRight, definitely a saint in your past life.â
He laughed at your remark and how annoyed youâre right now. You smacked his arm, telling him to stop. Not to long, both of you getting ready for the clubâs meeting as everyone already gathered in.
You thought heâd be joking. He never brought that idea again after the last conversation with you. He occasionally texted you only about the clubâs activity or college stuff. Until a week after, he slide a brand new box of controller towards you.
âBetter started now or never.â He slightly tilted his head, pointing to where the box landed.
âYunho, you donât need to buy me this. I- like just tell me when youâre-â
âShhh.. save that nagging for later.â His delicate hand started to unbox it with care. Then he handed it to you.
Itâs mostly dominated with white and soft blue colors on the side. Plus the kitty paw shaped the thumb grip, make it seems like a customized controller. You reach it in fascination. Thatâs super cute. Both of you think the same way, but completely on different matters.
Yunho kept looking at your fingers which is nicely wrapped the controller. His eyes following the direction of your little thumbs that moving uncoordinatedly, mimicking the way youâre gonna use it in game. Then, his gaze turn to your lips, looking at how cute and plump it is.
He shook his head, after that he explained to you about itâs feature, how to turn it on and how to charge it. You listen to him just like in one of your lectures. Remembering everything that he told you while nodding at the same time.
âThanks Yunho, thatâs so cute.â You looked at him in guilty. âI bet this was expensive right?â
âWell, actually not that much. I just want you to use it more if it looks like that.â He flicked your forehead. âThis is my own wish. Donât ever feel bad about it, okay?â
After that day, you spent almost every weekend playing co-op game with him. He patiently guided you from the voice chat. Dealing with how forgetful you are and a lot of complaints about your sore fingers. With that antics of yours, he only let out small chuckle or teasing you even more.
On the weekday, sometimes you met him in the clubâs room. Mostly during the meeting or when you do the project. The moment you asked him to check your works, heâll lean over from your behind and randomly put his hand on top of yours while the other hand is scrolling the mouse. Thereâs also a moment he covered the shelf corner with his hand when your head nearly bump it or heâll immediately fetched the things you needed where itâs difficult for you to reach.
You never realize that, but not with your other two friends. Seonghwa and Wooyoung, they keep exchange glances across the room whenever Yunho and you act like a new pair of lovers. Theyâre a hundred percent sure sensing something more than platonic relationship, when the actual truth is not. Thereâs nothing between you two, yet.
â â§
It's 3 days before the exam period. The faculty journalism club already in chaos for past few weeks. Theyâre divided into two teams. First team is responsible with the faculty website news update, and here you are in the second team handling the semester end magazine. Your leader pushed the deadline earlier hoping the only left to do is printed it out at the end of exam day.
Your tired ass have been proofreading for solid three hours non-stop. Flipping through the revision sheet and going back to the laptop. Luckily you donât have any class today. All of you agreed to finished it today. But alas, thereâs only four of you left, and making it worse the other two need to leave too.
âShit, I forgot to consult my thesis. Iâll be back at evening!â Seonghwa barging out in hurry. No wonder heâs literally your senior a year above you.
Not to long, Wooyoung following around as he got notification with a sudden class at noon. Heâs cursing along the way. Of course all of you haunted with the leaderâs wrath, considering how strict he is. You still remembered the looks on his face when the last project failed.
Thereâs only Yunho and you left alone. Silence along the typing sounds are the only sound that filled the room. At this exact time, most of the clubs room are empty. Either everyone still in the class or diving in the library preparing for the exam.
The work flow with him lasted for more than an hour. Heâs occasionally sipping his iced coffee while working on it. He took the editing part, after that passed it on to you. But this time, his hand slipped, nudging the cup of his coffee. He could save it, but not with your pile of revision papers. It scattered all over the floor.
âOh fuck, Iâm sorry.â He immediately crouched down as you do the same to collect the papers.
While collecting it in a rush, your fingertips brushing the back of his hand. Your face only a few inches from his side, making him shiver from the feeling of your warm breath against his skin. Then he turn to face you, staring deep into your eyes. Your heartbeat increase rapidly as he turning his hand to hold yours. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your small plumped lips.
When the tip of your noses touched, you couldnât stand it anymore. You crushed his lips, kissing him hungrily. He pulled you in, till his back hit against the wall only to bring you on top of his lap while the kiss still not broken. He peeled off his denim jacket as the temperature keep raising between you two.
Gasping for some air, you pull out from the kiss. His index finger caress your cheek trailing down to you lips. You open your mouth to let it in wrestling around with your tongue. He let out small groaned at the sight of it. âI always curious how it taste like.â He lean in to you, whispering into your ears, âand thatâs incredibly sweet.â
He picked you without a warning, gives you a quick kiss before plopping you down to the couch, then closed the curtains in swift motion.
Now heâs back to you, nibbling the nape of your neck, sucking on it, sometimes sunk his teeth beneath your skin. Youâre squirming under him, gripping onto his hair as the sensation wash over you. He looked up to you, searching for your permission to go lower.
You nodded at him. Heâs devouring your lips again while his hand pushed up your tight knee-length skirt, revealing wet trace over your panties. His fingers caress your clothed clit, moved in circular motion. You moaned between the kisses, you can feel heâs smirking on top of your lips.
He moved the panties to the side, then dip his finger into your folds. He chuckled, âyouâre already this wet hmm?â Then heâs slipping in another finger, makes you gasped at how full it is inside. At first, his fingers moved back and forth slowly, but over time itâs moving faster making squelched noises due to how wet your pussy is.
He's amused by looking at the face you make right now, moaning out his name when you almost at the edge. Heâs stopped in the middle of it, pulled out his fingers. âItâs not enough if it just like that.â He's immediately going down to yank out your panties, then sticking his third fingers into you, moving abruptly while his tongue flicking your clit, sucking on it hungrily. You grip onto his hair tighter, only strangle moan left out from your mouth before his another hand tried to cover it. You buckled your hip as you reaching out the orgasm, biting the palm of his hand trying to stifle your moan. He flicked his tongue few times makes your body spasm due to overstimulation. When you chasing down from it, he licked clean your pussy, then going back to kiss you, giving the taste of yours.
He take a step back, unbuttoning his jeans then pulled down the zipper, letting his cock sprung out from his brief. You took a peek on it with your half lidded eyes, still recovering from the last orgasm. It looks swollen, the unbelievable girth with itâs veins pop visibly, and the tip is glistening with the pre cum. He's stroking it for few times before lining it on your entrance. The tip is slowly in, you can feel the pain as it bigger than your thought.
He's leaning down to you, holding your hands, then trailing kisses on your neck hoping you to relaxes. âIâm sorry is it hurting that much?â Heâs stroking your hair while looking into your eyes. âNot.. that much.â You answered him in teary eyes. He kisses your forehead then to your eyes. âItâs a still little bit more baby, can you take it?â You nodding at him. When itâs all in, he let it still for a moment so you get used to it. Then he start moving slowly while his hand unbuttoned your shirt, cupping your breast and slightly fondle it.
He thrusting it faster after he hear you moan in pleasure. His hand grip your waist, while the other hand busy teasing your clit. Your pussy tightened at every deep thrust, making him groaned at the feels. His hips moved erratically after pressing his hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge whenever his cock in you completely. Your nails digging in his clothed back as you feel the knot in your stomach. You squirted over him, making a mess on his shirt. He didnât stop while your walls clenching on his cock, âyou felt so good baby.â After few thrusts he filled your cunt, milking his balls empty. He pulled it out, then plopping himself beside you. Both of you breathing heavily while staring at each other. After realizing it, both of you laughing at how messy youâre right now.
â â§
âIâm baaack!â Wooyoung slammed the door open, his eyes goes widen at the sight of you two.
âArenât you guys tired? You didnât move an inches since I left.â He saw you typing furiously on your laptop, meanwhile Yunho sorting out the papers beside you.
Yunho turned to him, âactually I need some snacks.â He gets up from his chair, then put his arms around Wooyoungâs shoulder.
Before they go, Wooyoung looked at you. âYou donât need anything? Or maybe you need some fresh air, you can go with Yunho instead. Iâll continue the rest.â
âIâm fine.â You paused for a second, âuhm.. well, maybe I want a smoothie.â
âOkay got it!â he gives an okay sign to you, then dragged Yunho along out of the club room. Yunho stopped his step, âwait I think I left something.â He ran back to the clubs room.
When he got there, he whispered something to you, âAfter this, do you still want me to teach you? My lesson isnât done yet.â You flinched at his sudden peck on your lips. He smiled cheekily while leaving you speechless alone, squirming on your seat as you feel his juice spilled down over your thigh.
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I feel like my brain short circuited
⥠uh-huh âĄ
thinking about pussy drunk!miguel who agrees to everything you say as long as you keep fucking him like that<33
WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ ONLY, SPOILERS? i guess?, NO use of y/n f!reader, rough unprotected sex, riding, swearing, ooc!miguel probably, messy & lazy writing you already know:)), not proofread
a/n : it's been a LOOONG time since I wrote smut so please keep in mind that it's gonna be trash LMFAO (also i know i have a ton of requests in my inbox but i couldn't help myself with this man, this just came to me)
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.
banner credit : @cafekitsune
âMiguel, are you even listening to me?â you pout down at him, the rolling of your hips never stopping.
âShit-not particularly no.â he hisses when he feels you squeeze around him, and you run your hands up and down his chest as you tilt your head. âMiles has a point y'know. Maybe you should hear him out.â
Miguel is so lost at the feel of your pussy that he can hardly hear anything beside the sound of skin meeting skin, and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he forces himself just to watch your pretty cunt swallow up his cock greedily, his mouth open and brows furrowed prettily.
âMiguel!â you whine out both in exasperation and pleasure, and he groans out your own name lowly, raising his hips to meet the rolls of your own. âJust like that, bebita, s'fucking good f'r me..â
âYou're still-fuck- not listeningâŚâ you moan, grinding down at him, feeling tears gather in your eyes when you see Miguel lick the pad of his thumb, eyes hooded and so fucking dumb, just to bring his hand to your clit and rub figure eights messily.Â
âHow can I? Pussy's squeezing me so well- mierda.. y're killin' me,â he clamps a hand on your hip to help guide you against his cock, his other messing up his hair as he runs it through his damp locks, sweat running down his eyebrow.Â
He lets out the prettiest moan when he looks up at you, having half the mind to bend you over and rail you till he's given you everything. You, with your perfect tits bouncing with each roll and grind of your hips, paired with that teasing smile of yours, is enough to make a grown man cry.
âGimme a kiss,â he utters, and you grin as you lower yourself, your tits getting squished against his chest. He grabs the side of your head, your breathing mixing together as you come impossibly close. Just as your lips are about to touch, you pull back the slightest bit and his eyebrows give the slightest twitch.
âAre you gonna give Miles a chance?â he groans and pushes his head away childishly, âCan you please not talk about that kid when we're fucking? Jesus.âÂ
You slow the rolls of your hips, before coming to a full stop, your shoulders shaking as you laugh against his neck. âI didnât hear a no..â you raise your head to catch his gaze, to find that heâs purposefully not meeting your eyes, jaw locked stubbornly.Â
âNo. Now can we please go back to you riding me? Thatâd be great.â
âWell, youâre not listening to me, so why should I?â
âAre you serious? We really gonna do this? Now?â
You shrug, clamping down on him suddenly, and he sputters, cock pulsing appreciatively. âThatâs not fair.â he grits his teeth.
âWhatâs not fair is wanting to save your loved ones but being told no by some ridiculous universal rule that-mmfâ your rambling gets cut off as Miguel kisses you, thrusting up at you hard. His tongue muffles your moans as he continues pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy, keeping you in place with a hand on your ass.
âYou know why I canât, bebita, donât make me do this..â he hisses out, trying to concentrate on fucking you till you forget all about that stupid kid.Â
âWhat if- oh fffuck,â you moan, eyes rolling back as he keeps hitting that one spot deep inside your pussy, âWhat if it was me?â your question seems to catch him off guard as he halts all movements âWhat?â
Miguel knew the consequences of his actions, and heâd learned them the hard way. He wasnât heartless, he knew what that kid was going through was hard, and it was about to become a lot worse. You asking him to put you in that situation, even if it was imaginary, made his mind short-circuit. He couldnât lose you, ever. But he also knew he wouldnât be able to do anything about it. This was bigger than you and him. The whole multiverse as you know it would be at stake. But heâd find a way. Heâd find a way for you. If there was a way, then maybe⌠he could try to hear Miles out. (he hated himself for even admitting that inside his head)
âWouldnât you try to save me baby?â with his concentration slipping, you got the chance to take back full control, as you started bouncing on his cock at a bruising pace, âSave this pussy?â the whimper Miguel let out was a good enough answer, but you were greedy. âHuh, baby?â
âUh-huh, yeah.. ffuck yes, would turn the whole world upside down fâr youâŚ. Please, Oh fuck please, just keep fuckinâ me like thatâŚâ the sounds coming out of him turned feral- and he didnât even realize you positioned his hands over your tits, till he squeezed the supple flesh in his hands and moaned, the muscles in his arms flexing violently.
âYeah? Not gonna let me go, baby?â you laugh giddily, leaning back to support yourself with your hands on his thick thighs, circling your hips as heâs balls deep inside you.
His hands slide around your back when he sits up suddenly, and you gasp, clawing at his shoulders for support, and he snarls âNever.â
The pace you both set has both of you panting and moaning uncontrollably, with you grinding your hips down to meet his each time he thrusts up, his fat balls slapping your ass every single time.
âWho knows,â you feel Miguel utter against your hair, âmaybe Iâd let the whole fuckinâ universe collapse for you, cariĂąo..â A shiver runs down your spine and you throw your head back and moan. He chuckles breathlessly, groaning when he feels you clamp around him impossibly tight. âShit, thatâs bad, huh? Maybe I should change careers-fuck,â
âAre you gonna come, baby? Cause âm coming for you, gonna fill you up so well,â
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Warning about an account who may be a minorâźď¸
@/hongjoongswifefr on tumblr
@/wooyo_mine on twitter
You can read the twitter thread here
I was mutuals with this person, they are lying about their age. Thereâs no way of knowing if they are actually 23 or if they are a minor. After this thread came out about them they continued to tweet as if nothing had happened and then changed their bio to say minor while their tumblr bio continues to say 23. I wanted to make a post in case any of my followers follow this person. I have attached proof that the accounts listed above are theirs. I would encourage everyone to unfollow, report and block. If you have any questions please feel free to ask and I will answer to the best of my ability.
UPDATE
They sent this message to someone on twitter. They are either lying about being a minor because they got caught saying weird stuff to someone underage OR they are a minor who lied and said they were an adult so as to get access to adult spaces. This behavior is very concerning either way and NOT okay.
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I don't think Minors completely understand how much power they hold on the internet.
It will only take you to say one thing to label us predator. Why do you think we are so scared to have you all hanging around our blogs?
We aren't blocking you guys cause we want to be to be mean or cause we are older, and it's funny. We aren't playing the part of older sibling bullying our younger one.
We are terrified you will damage us.
If you do not show your age or, worse, lie about your age, and we could freely talk about nfsw content around you. And Imagine being in our shoes. Not only would we feel like shit cause we have tainted you to a world you are not ready for. And if you were to cry wolf for some stupid reason...
We are the ones to face the repercussions.
IF YOU ARE A MINOR. GO FIND OTHER BLOGS THAT ARE MINORS. DO NOT FOLLOW ADULTS.
The number of minor blogs that write similar shit as us are out there. Find them. Hang with them. We can't stop you from reading/writing nsfw content, but we can shield you from our work.
Just leave us alone.
[Read These posts > Here / Here / Here < this is the perfect examples of minors interacting with adults going so fucking wrong]
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Pairing: Song Mingi x afab reader
Word Count:Â 3800
Warnings:Â cursing, smut, one night stand
Genre:Â enemies to lovers, one night stand
Summary: Public parties weren't your thing but for your best friend you could tolerate a dance club- even go home with someone for the night. Mingi was determined to make sure that was him, and after a little push from a hot stranger, you decided just for tonight you would give him a shot.
A/N: This was my third attempt, as I first tried a mingi/yeosang x reader enemies to lovers but i adore them as sweet beans too much so i stuck with the best puppy boy- Song Mingi. This is for you @mingsolo as you were right to put me on the suspect list as your secret admirer lol. Please melt like I did <3 Thanks!!!
This was done as a network event for @pirateeznet
People do anything for their best friends, including putting up with their boyfriendâs douchebag friends. You swore up and down that you were going to have a good time tonight even if that meant being nice to the other half of the partygoers.
It was your best friendâs birthday, and of course she wanted to spend it with her boyfriend of a year now, Wooyoung. Both of them were hyper and outgoing, and so into each other it was almost nauseating. You were what she called the scary dog friend with resting bitch face until you liked someone. That was all you were to Wooyoungâs friends, but he still wanted you there at the party he planned.
Party at a dance club, which also wasnât your thing- but it was hers. You did your best to make the most of it however, dressed to the nines and intent of having a good night. If that meant getting somewhat wasted and fucking a stranger then so be it.
Now if only the thorn in your side, Song Mingi, would let you do just that. Your friend would swear up and down that he was a good guy, that he was sweet, but considering your few interactions with him, his very presence left a bad taste in your mouth. And by the sneers he often gave you, the feeling was mutual. Somehow, for some reason, he had made it his mission to see your plan for the night fail.
Every man you found yourself dancing with or flirting with, Mingi was right there, butting his nose in and saying something that would scare the man off. Weird habits, or just spouting some obscene lie about you that had the man running off.
Three or four drinks in, and quite the cutie was chatting it up with you at the bar. Slight aussie accent, tattoos, open shirt- you were more than a little interested. But of course the tall man in his red cap slipped into the seat next to you, leaning in a bit closer and grabbing your drink out of your hands. Shocked, you watched him sniff your drink before taking a sip, your jaw dropping. âMingi!â
âThatâs my name.â Licking his lips he handed you back the drink, giving the man in front of you side eye. âNewest conquest?â
Scoffing, you pushed him away. âSeriously? Can I not have a chat with a hot guy in peace? Is it really your intent to ruin my night?â You offered the tatted dreamboat a smile, hoping he wouldnât run off like the rest. âSorry about him, heâs a friend of a friend please donât pay him no mind.â
He and Mingi seemed to look each other over before he got comfortable again, pointing to your glass. âLet me get you a new one then and we can continue our conversation? Or we can talk about your âhot guyâ comment?â With a smirk he waved the bartender over, leaving you a little flustered. You had said that in the moment, too heated about Mingiâs constant interruptions.
Apparently it worked in your favor as you handed your current drink over to Mingi. âYou can have this now. Go away.â You attempted to shoo him but he didnât budge, instead pouting out his thick bottom lip and watching you from under the cap. âWhat?â
âYou really are insisting on this?â He muttered out while the other was busy with the bartender.
You didnât get why he was being pouty about this, every time the two of you interacted it became some playful and childish argument. You couldnât think of any reason why he would have any interest in you. And your only interest in him had been that he was attractive. Sharp eyes, pouty lips, deep voice⌠You shook your head and sneered your upper lip at him. âWhat I do is none of your business Mingi. Why donât you go find someone to take home for tonight?â
Mingi stared you down, lips parting and shutting several times before he sighed and looked away.
âI mean, I can always leave you two alone?â The aussie accent drew your attention back to the hottie that was your target. âThis doesnât exactly look like just a friend of a friend.â He still offered the new drink and you took it, downing it rather quickly.
âThatâs all he is. But if he keeps this up heâs going to be a thorn in my side as well.â You made an effort to avoid Mingi now, leaning against the bar top and towards the man that really was drool worthy. Why hadnât he run off yet? With Mingi acting like this?
Instead he laughed, watching Mingi sulk off over the brim of his own drink. âI think you hurt his feelings.â
âSo? Heâs trying to ruin my night.â
âOr make it a good one for you?â
âAnd how would he be doing that if he is chasing off, on purpose, any guy I have even a little bit of interest in, hm?â You rolled your eyes before finishing the last bit of your drink, the buzz going right to your head. Mingiâs constant interference had sobered you up on more than one occasion, and the little bit of a buzz you had before had been chased away. Now you were eager to chase it again and just feel good for the night.
Christian widened his smirk, looking you over through hooded eyes before glancing over your shoulder. âSo that he stands a chance of being the one to go home with you tonight.â
You nearly spit out your drink, blinking up at him with evident shock. âExcuse me?â
âI mean no guy likes watching the girl they have a crush on fawn and attempt to jump on other strangersâ dicks. Iâm perfectly happy being that dick by the way, but I also think you should give the poor guy a chance.â Setting his drink down, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you. âHow about, you give me your number but tonight you try him out for size? If it doesnât work, shoot me a text and I can take you out on a date. But if it does, well still text me because now Iâm invested.â
Flabbergasted, you could only laugh. âYouâre crazy, why would I want to sleep with him?â You still found yourself putting your number in his cell and texting your phone from his to get his number as well.
He shrugged, leaning back in his seat and bringing his drink up to his lips. âYou find me attractive, so Iâd say look wise he is your type. Donât blame you either. Besides, ever had a hate fuck? Some intense shit right there, highly recommend at least one in your life.â
You turned in your seat to look over Mingi once more, taking note of the way he idly danced to the music that was louder on the floor where he was. Some of his friends were nearby, Yunho having draped an arm around him and seemed to be trying to talk to him or get him out of the pout. You couldnât deny that he had a point- several points.
âFine. Weâll see if youâre right. Donât go anywhere.â Setting your empty glass down you got up, making your way down the few steps to the dance floor and right towards the two towers. Yunho spotted you first, grinning as he nudged his friend a bit in your direction, saying something too quiet for you to hear. Not that you cared, not when the moment you locked eyes with Mingi your chest felt warmer.
You blamed it on the alcohol.
âYou happy now?!â You yelled so he could hear you, putting your hands on your hips. âSince you keep chasing away the guys, I don't have anyone to dance with. You can take responsibility for that now.â
You tried to ignore the way his boyish grin had your cheeks feeling hot, as well as the cheers from Yunho and your best friend a bit deeper in the swarm of bodies who you hadn't realized had been watching or could hear you. It had you questioning a lot.
Not that you had a moment to process or ask, as Mingi was placing his hands on your waist and stopping all other thoughts. âI'll be your dance partner for tonight then.â
Well shit, was he right about Mingi? Did the brat have a crush on you?
Better yet⌠Did you really like that idea?
With a smirk you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into the swarm of bodies and away from his friends. He didnât seem to care, entranced by you only. Now that he wasnât being a thorn in your side, instead pressing into your side, you had to admit he was hella fine. And you would definitely enjoy a little hate fuck with him.
You let the music guide your body, moving it against his and turning in his grasp so your ass was against his thighs. You could feel him, the tight and slim waist under the white shirt, the designer blue and white jeans. He had looked like a fuckboy tonight and here you were, planning to test just how much of one he was.
Damn, you fell quick.
Out of simple curiosity you looked up, right at the bar on the raised landing to find the man who had pushed you to do this. He was leaning back against the bartop, watching you both with a smirk that widened when you locked eyes. As if to tease you, he grabbed the junction in his pants, giving a squeeze before pointing at Mingi behind you. Mingi who had dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your exposed skin and his hand splayed over your lower abdomen and holding your smaller body back against his.
Fuck you were enjoying this, enjoying his attention and touch and Christian could definitely see that. He was even laughing a bit, mouthing âI told you so.â
You mouthed back âfuck youâ only for him to grab at his dick again.
As if sensing he didnât have your full attention, Mingiâs hold on you tightened, lips ghosting against your flesh. âI thought I chased him away?â
âAh Mingi, were you really jealous all this time?â You couldnât help but tease, body swaying against his to the music, purposely rubbing your ass against his thigh.
He hissed out, bringing his lips to your ear. âI just wanted to be an option, pretty girl.â
Your head rolled to the side, giving him more access to your neck as you tore your eyes away from Christian. He wasnât your target tonight and damn, Mingi was making you really glad that you had listened to the hottie at the bar. âYouâre an option now. Just for tonight, so make it count Mingi.â
âFuck. Come home with me now? Like right now and Iâll make it a night you wonât forget.â He whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell and hot breath on your neck causing you to shiver.
How could you tell him no when he was practically begging and rolling his body against yours to the point you could clearly feel his excitement against your lower back? Glancing over at your best friend, you caught her watching with a smug grin. Fine then, you knew when to give in. âAre you sober enough to drive?â
âHad only one- grab your shit Iâll meet you outside?â He mumbled, pulling away reluctantly, his hand sliding down to your ass and giving a quick squeeze before he did.
âDonât make me regret this.â You huffed out, heading to the lounge area you had left your small bag at with the two of the friend group that wasnât keen on dancing for the night. They were chatting away, paying you no mind as you grabbed your bag. Sure you talked as if you were doing Mingi a favor but you couldnât deny how wet you were and just from dancing to three or four songs with him.
How he managed to make you even more wet from just his hand on your thigh while he drove was also beyond you. He barely talked, focused on the road with one hand on the wheel and both tense as he sped within limits. The anticipation was almost too much and you were tempted to whine.
That was the only touch until you were behind closed doors. âWait, don't you live with some of your friends?â It dawned on you when you noticed several items that you were sure werenât his.
âTheyâll find somewhere else for the night.â He kicked his shoes off, turning to lift you up before you had a chance to take your heels off. âKeep them on for now.â
You lifted a brow and held onto his broad shoulders, unable to see his expression from this angle because of the cap. âSuit yourself. Your room then? I am eager to see how youâll win me over Song Mingi.â
âMmm youâll see soon, princess.â He carried you down the hall, not giving you much of an option of taking in your surroundings. Not that you cared, not when you could feel his lips on the exposed skin of your chest, dipping into the valley of your breasts and breathing you in. âSo soft, I could drown myself in you.â
You wondered if he had more alcohol than you to drink with how blunt he was being, or perhaps you were just easily flustered at the moment. You hadnât even thought of Mingi in this way or wouldâve given him a chance if it hadnât been pointed out and now you were kicking yourself for not thinking about it sooner. When his lips worshiped your skin and his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass as he carried you into his room.
If you thought there were sparks before, it was full blown fireworks in your stomach when he tilted his head back and kissed you. He was a little messy, but not in a bad way. You felt like he was devouring you, laying you back on the bed as you took his hat off and tossed it aside so you could have him closer. âMingi~â
âYes Princess?â
âToo many clothes- get them off.â You all but demanded, yanking at his shirt as he pulled away from your body.
He made a sound of agreement in the back of his throat as he quickly made work of your clothes and his shirt. But even with the clothes gone, his hands still worshiped every part of your body. Your sides, stomach, hips and thighs before he pushed them open, licking his lips at the sight of your drenched pussy. âOh that looks fucking delicious- you donât mind if I have a taste do you?â
He was already leaning in before you could answer, instead gasping out at the small kitten lick he gave your folds. With a low moan he buried his face against your cunt, lips and tongue making quick work of licking up your arousal and rubbing his nose against your clit. He hitched your legs over his shoulders, your heels a heavy weight on his back as he went. Fuck he knew how to use his tongue, eating you like a starved man with his favorite treat.
Your head rolled back as pleasure assaulted your senses, breathing hitching and hands gripping at the sheets next to you. âS-shit Min- if you keep that up-â You broke off on a loud moan as his lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, making your head spin with electricity. He seemed intent on driving you to and orgasm, lips switching from your clit back to tongue fucking your pussy, back and forth, playing you like an instrument he was well familiar with.
So really you shouldn't be that shocked when he pulled a climax out of you that had you soaking his mouth and shaking against his sheets after several moments of bringing you to the peak before driving you over it. He didnât pull away, making deep guttural sounds against your cunt as he licked up every drop he possible could while not overstimulating your bundle of nerves. You had to tug him off though, trying to catch your breath and see the dim room normally and not in a post-orgasmic haze.
âStill think you are going to regret it? Calling out for me like that?â He grumbled against your inner thigh, leaving a soft trail of love bites before he stood up.
âFuck you.â You lashed out, pushing yourself up on your elbows and watching him through your lashes.Â
âYouâre doing that already Princess.â He hummed out with a cocky smirk, pulling his jeans down with his boxers and letting his fat cock spring free, slapping against his abdomen and smearing a little bit of precum in the process. âLet me get a condom first, no matter how amazing Iâm sure your pussy feels raw.â Stepping out of his clothes and over to his nightstand. While he rummaged for the condom, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, kicking off your shoes now.
You couldnât lie, you were eager for him, unable to tear your eyes off of his dick as he rolled the condom on, but you were also determined not to be outdone. âYou were the one so fucking eager to fuck me you purposely chased away all the dick that I wanted.â You pointed out, patting the bed and demanding he lay down.Â
He seemed a bit flustered as he laid down, leaning on his elbows and watching you swing your leg over his hips. âWas I really that obvious?â
âI just thought you were being an annoying prick.â Rolling your hips to drag your cunt against the condom, you observed his reaction.Â
Mingi couldnât even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt teasing him, biting down on his lip as he clearly enjoyed it. âWhat gave me away?â
With a smirk, you reached between you and held him still at your entrance, teasing him with the prospect of sliding into you but not yet giving it. âChristian did. Even told me if you left me disappointed he would take me on a date.âÂ
His eyes flashed up to yours, anger and jealousy so obvious now. âYouâll have to tell him it's no deal then.â Gripping the bed, he thrust up, burying his full length into you. His hands flew to your hips to hold you still as he rammed up again, and again, not giving you a chance to speak. âIâll leave you so fucking satisfied you wonât remember his name.â
With the way he filled you up, and how deep he hit in your womb, for a moment you thought he could actually do it. For a moment, he did. He stretched you out so perfectly, hitting every part of you with his big cock that you were a moaning mess and could only think of how good it felt. And how good he looked beneath you like this.Â
Your hips slammed down to meet each thrust as you held onto his arms, pride swelling in your chest at his own parted and drooling lips. You werenât going to be the only one so fucked out you couldnât remember anything else. Intent on driving him just as crazy, you pulled his hands off him and pinned them to his sides, rolling your hips as you leaned forward and letting out a pornagraphic moan as he hit deeper. âOh fuck- Mingi~â
âFeels sâgood Princess. Fuck fuck fuck~â His head fell back as he let you have control, brows pushed together as he desperately tried to meet your hips. âAh⌠fuck⌠mm~ sâgoodâŚâ
âWas it worth the wait Pretty Boy? This fucking cunt you were drooling over?â You panted out between moans, forcing yourself to stay focused on his expression because it was fucking hot.Â
He nodded, gripping your ass and digging his nails in as you two fucked each other. When he moaned, like a desperate and deep whine, you clenched down around him, so close. You wanted to tell him, but his desperation grew until you were the one just getting fucked dumb on his cock. Head rolling forward and hands on either side of his head, you tried to look down between you two to watch his cock disappear into cunt with each desperate and rough thrust, the sounds of wet skin just adding to the cacophony of sounds filling the room.
It was also so much better to hear him beg for you to cum with him. âPlease please- cream on my cock baby, want to feel it. Sâgood already, give me more.â With a broken whine, you could tell he was close.
That was all you needed to do to come undone, forehead resting against his chest and drool escaping your parted lips as you shook from the force you soaked his cock. Your head actually spun with how intense it was, vision blurry and the only thing you could process was his hot cum filling up the condom inside you, so deep you felt full.
You collapsed fully on him when he became a puddle beneath you, both of you sweaty and chests heaving in their effort to get more air. You settled in your orgasmic bliss, letting the high fade until the puddle of drool you left on his chest began to irritate your cheek. So you were the first to move, sitting up weakening and letting out a soft whimper when his softening cock moved inside you. âGotta clean up pretty boy-â
âI know- get you some water, rest for a secondâŚâ He opened his eyes and looked up at you, full lips pulling into a smirk. âGet you ready for the next round.â
You didnât fight off the blush this time, giving his chest a playful slap before pulling off completely. âWho says I want a second round?â
âMmmh, I do. Youâre not screaming my name yet.â He sat up and pulled you back against him, kissing your shoulder in a gentle contrast to his rough hold. âSit on my face this time. In fact, I want to eat you out until I come untouched. You taste so good I think I can. Want to test that?â
Trying to hide the grin that couldnât help itself, you nodded. âYouâre on.â That date idea no longer seemed like a fun idea- not when presented with options just like that.
Just one night? Debatable.
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Best things a guy can say during sex
All credits to  her  for this wonderful answer.
Things like:
Commands/Demands (using the âdomâ tone): âCome here.â âSuck me.â âGet on your knees.â âYouâre going to cum for me now.â âBeg for my cock.â âI want you wet for me.â âTouch yourself.â (Saying ânowâ at the end of any of these commands drives me wild).
Being possessive: âMmm this tight/hot little body/ass/pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?â âYouâremine to play with and do whatever I want to.â Or just a simple âYouâre mineâ or âMineâ growled in my ear.
Orgasm denial: Him: âDo you want to cum?â Me: âYes!â Him: âBeg for it.â I beg. Him: âLouderâ. I beg louder. Him: âNot good enough. Try again.â This continues for as long as he wants to tease me, then when he lets me cum: âGood girl, you can cum now.â
Degradation (this may turn off or get you in trouble with many women, so this needs explicit and discussed permission first): Calling me a variant of: âYouâre my dirty/naughty little slut/whore/cunt/bitch.â Telling me Iâm âonly good for fucking/to be usedâ. Making me degrade myself, for example: Him: âYouâre my dirty cock-sucking little whore. Repeat it/Say it.â
Praise/Compliments: âYouâre such a good cocksucking little slut.â âI love your tight/hot/sexy little body/ass/pussy.â âYou make me so hard.â âI want to cum in that tight/hot/wet little ass/mouth/pussy of yours.â
Commenting on how desperate/horny I am: âI love how desperate you are for my cockâ or âI love how desperate you want to get yourself off.â
When heâs about to cum, I love to hear him tell me how he wants to cum: âI am going to cum in that tight/hot/wet little ass/mouth/pussy of yours (or âover your face/breasts/stomach/assâ) â âI want you to swallow my cum.â âOpen your mouth, I want you to drink all my cum.â
Also, should mention, these are not things that you should probably be doing without an initial discussion with your partner first (i.e., especially with things like orgasm denial and degradation) as many women are not into that at all.
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pairing: seasoned model! seonghwa x newcomer model! reader (fem) x models! woosan feat. director! hongjoong
genres: modeling au, smut
summary: walking for this seasonâs collection means everything to you, and youâre not about to let anyone get in the way, especially not a man whoâs dead set on taking your place, no matter how insanely pretty he may be.
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warnings: everyoneâs an asshole here lol, use of drugs/alcohol, dom! seonghwa, bratty sub! reader, dom-ish poly! woosan, usage of the word âmommyâ, mutual masturbation in the back of a limo, handjobs, tension, name calling/pet names, degradation/praise, brat taming, manhandling, choking, thigh grinding, kissing, brief spit play, hair pulling, marking, nasty hate sex in a club bathroom, creampie, brief breeding/bulge kink
a/n: i wanted to write like 10k words for this fic bc modeling aus just make me lose it fsr esp when ateez is involved đ§đťââď¸maybe i will one day <3 i had sm fun with this one arrghhh!! alsoooo i canât believe thereâs only one more story left to share with you all like huhh ??? đştime flies man ;~; anyways please enjoy xx
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Modeling, for some, was about being a part of something bigger than them â the head-turning brands, the constant development of fashion and what was considered to be hot and new, the runways, the avant-garde collections, the hazy after parties that supplied them with drugs, alcohol, and sex. All the excess, the gaudiness of it all, kept your cohorts going, kept them content, kept them chained to the modeling world, all the while they scratched at their pearl-adorned necks and begged for more.Â
All of that was fun, sure, but what kept you on your hands and knees, what fueled you to continue dragging yourself up through the ranks, what gave you the strength to bow down and service executive after executive, what propelled you to treat your body like the ultimate temple, was the glory. The moment you were up on that stage, basking in the blood and tear soaked limelight, cameras flashing, rendering you blind, your dear directorâs arm hooked securely around your waist, your perfect face ready to be displayed on every magazine cover; thatâs why you sacrificed everything. Thatâs why you gave all of yourself to the fashion beast â let it consume you whole, spit you out, and mold you into something they wanted. And you werenât about to let anyone get in the way.Â
On the way to your esteemed directorâs latest show, you let your mind go blank in the back of the spacious limousine, resting your half-empty glass of champagne in between your legs, not paying any mind to the boisterous conversation your modeling friends were having from either side of you until one of them suddenly grabbed onto your arm and tugged on it.
âHey, baby, youâre gonna want to hold onto your titsâŚâ San, your best friend since your first real shoot, warned you, before popping a few pills into his mouth and downing them with some sparkling champagne.Â
âWhy? Whatâs going on?â you asked concernedly, not ready for anything bad to happen on your big night.Â
âLook at thisâŚâ Wooyoung, your ride-or-die, who was a part of the package deal when you initially met San, spoke up beside you, leaning across the padded seat to show you something on his phone.Â
You took a slow sip from your glass, your eyes studying the large, obnoxious headline that sat at the top of the celebrity news article, having to cover your mouth to keep yourself from spraying champagne all over.
Fashion Icon Park Seonghwa Joins Kim Hongjoongâs Spring Collection Due to Last Minute InspirationÂ
You started to read more of the article but you felt sick to your stomach with the way they were giving Seonghwa that Samsung spin cycle sloppy toppy 9000 through their embellished wording. âThis cannot be happeningâŚTell me this is a joke!â you gasped, grabbing onto Wooyoungâs silk sleeve and Sanâs leather-bound pants, pleading with both of them with your teary eyes. âIf heâs going to be there, everything will be fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.âÂ
âEverything will be fine, doll.â Wooyoung pressed his plump, glossy lips to your cheek and lips, trying to calm you down, running his fingers through your hair. âJust relax for meâŚâ
Your rigid body slowly began to relax, leaning further into the kisses he gave you, almost forgetting around your second counterpart, until he placed a gloved hand around your upper thigh and squeezed it, causing you to face him. âSannieâŚâÂ
âIâm sure youâll still be the center of attention, baby.â San continued to rub your thigh, his hand moving further and further up your bare leg, compelling you to look down at the logo engraved on his expensive glove until it disappeared underneath your tiny skirt. âI mean, look at you,â he continued in a low tone, giving you a perverse smile, motioning to the tight, sleek black designer dress you were wearing, one that Director Kim himself created for you, his star pupil.Â
âHeâs right, doll,â Wooyoung agreed, bringing his pinky up to his nose to snort something powdery, before leaning over to kiss you on the neck, his own hand making its way to your other thigh, pulling it open just as San did, their fingers slipping up and down your bare cunt from underneath your skirt. âYouâll always be everyoneâs favoriteâŚOur favorite too.âÂ
You basked in your modeling friendsâ depraved attentiveness like you always seemed to do, all three of you just drinking in the pleasing sight of one another, your hands rubbing over their hardening cocks through their expensive clothing, eventually finding your way underneath it, much to their enjoyment.Â
With one hand around each of their cocks, you jerked them off with frightening accuracy, knowing when to squeeze around their glistening cockheads and what vein to rub at with your thumbs to make them whimper and whine in your ears, using their leaking pre-cum to lube them up. âAww, does that feel good? Are you two going to cum just for me?âÂ
âYes, Mommy,â Wooyoung let slip out in a shaky breath, his wrist starting to cramp up from how hard he was finger-fucking you, leaving messy kisses across your collarbone.Â
âGonna cum for my favorite girl,â San exhaled into your pierced ear, pinching his gloved fingers tightly around your clit, watching you spasm with a smirk on his flushed face, his pretty pink lips forming an âoâ as soon as his cock began to throb.Â
All three of you began to shudder and jolt against each other and the leather seats behind you, finishing your typical pre-modeling ritual with a much needed, drug-enhanced orgasm.Â
Once San and Wooyoung began to fix their clothes and hair using their phone cameras, taking a few pictures of themselves to capture their alluring afterglows, you reached forward to knock on the partition that separated you and the driver.
The window slowly rolled down, bringing you face to face with the seasoned driver. âWeâre just around the corner to the venue, Miss.â His eyes widened slightly when you held your hands up in front of him, his soft, jovial expression forming one of shock.Â
âNapkins, please,â you requested softly with a cordial smile, as if you didnât have your friendsâ cum dripping along your manicured fingers down to your 24k gold bracelets.Â
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âIf Director Kim gives the final walk to Seonghwa, Iâm going to kill himâŚâ you hissed through gritted teeth, not able to look directly at Wooyoung or San when you spoke, instead having to look upwards so that the makeup artist could properly run their brush along your lash line.Â
âDirector Kim or Seonghwa?â San perused, immediately sucking in his cheeks a bit, the person in front of him brushing more contour along his already sharpened cheekbones.Â
âSeonghwaâŚthat beautiful prickâŚâ Your eyebrows furrowed together, picturing the irritatingly gorgeous man in your mindâs eye with your eyes closed shut. âI swear to god if he takes whatâs mine, IâllâŚâÂ
âYouâll what?â you heard someone say in a silky smooth voice, one that made your heart just about burst out of your chest. âWhat is the pretty little new girl going to do, besides talk shit behind my back, hm?âÂ
You opened your eyes just in time to see Seonghwa standing behind you in the mirror with one hand on his hip and the other swishing around some bubbly alcohol inside a champagne flute, his infamously piercing gaze settled entirely on you, your jaw practically on the floor.Â
âFace crack of the centuryâŚâ Wooyoung whispered to San, the both of them grabbing onto each other and flipping out, waiting impatiently to witness what was about to go down between two of Director Kimâs most prized possessions.Â
Seonghwa carefully ran his ringed fingers through his hair, taking a few steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it somewhat roughly, looking down at you like you were the mouse he had just pinned underneath his claws. âIs this what they consider to be hot these days?â he grimaced, eyeing you up and down, running a finger along your jaw, knowing exactly how heâd get under your skin. âTimes certainly have changedâŚâÂ
You suddenly stood up and got in Seonghwaâs face, your stilettos giving you enough leverage to almost meet your sworn enemy at eye-level, pressing a finger into his chest plate through his perfectly tailored, button-up blouse. âYou may be one of the hottest people in here, but youâre old news, Seonghwa. The only reason youâre considered an icon is because of Director Kimâs influence, okay? Letâs not kid ourselves.â Noticing the way Seonghwaâs face flinched, you knew you struck a nerve. Now it was time to deliver the final blow.Â
Seonghwaâs hand clenched tightly around his glass, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He took a step closer to you, so close now that his breath hit your chin. âYou better watch your fucking mouthâŚâÂ
Your friends let out silent screams, hardly able to let the makeup artists do their jobs with the way they were shaking each other. A few other models had stopped in their places to figure out why there was suddenly so much tension in their beloved workplace, their eyes on the both of you, whispering amongst one another.Â
You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side, ready to project your own insecurities onto Seonghwa for the sake of making him look so bad, he would hopefully decide to just storm out. âWhy are you so mad, Seonghwa?â You reached up to run your fingers through his silky, wavy hair, giving him a fake pout. âIs it because everyone knows that the only reason you got into this show is because you let the director fuck you like all those times before? Weâve all seen the photos, you know. They got leaked everywhere.âÂ
It wasnât until Seonghwa threw a full glass of champagne on you, that everyone around you let out an even bigger gasp. Your hair was wet and sticky, your mascara began to trickle down your contorted face, and worst of all, the outfit you were going to wear down the runway in a few minutes was completely ruined. Filled with a sudden sense of hatred that bordered arousal, you grabbed Seonghwa by the collar, tugging him toward you, your lips almost touching. âYouâŚfuckingâŚcuââÂ
âOh, sweetieâŚâ Seonghwa reached his hand up to caress your cheek with an odd gentleness, smearing his thumb down your cheek just to ruin you a little more. âThereâs no need to be jealous of me. Itâs okay that youâll never be Hongjoongâs favorite.â He gave you a sweet smile, one that was so angelic, you almost missed the devilish look in his eyes, his thumb now pressing into your bottom lip. âNo matter what you do, no matter how much executive cock you suck, youâll never be me. Accept it and youâll be less angryâŚYouâll have less wrinkles too.â
It was just then that the director himself came strolling up with a few members of his frantic entourage, gasping in horror at your disheveled appearance. âY/N, jesus, what on earth have you done to yourself, darling?â Hongjoong pulled at your sleeves and parts of your garments, tsking every now and then, absolutely appalled with your appearance. âThereâs no way in hell youâre walking down my runway like that.âÂ
âDirector, please, I havenât even gotten a chance to walk in tonightâs collection yet!â You shook your head adamantly, getting drops of water onto Hongjoongâs pristine clothes, causing him to grab your shoulders and squeeze them, giving you a look that made you shut up and accept defeat. For now.Â
Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa, his grimace being replaced by a radiant smile, reaching up to twirl a lock of the modelâs shiny hair in between two fingers. âI canât have problems like these in the middle of my showâŚTake over Y/Nâs place for me, will you, sweetheart?âÂ
Seonghwa gently grabbed Hongjoongâs wrist and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles, leaving a lipstick print behind. âAnything for you, darling.âÂ
Hongjoong blushed and walked away with Seonghwa, his entourage following close behind them, fawning over them in a way that made your blood boil. That shouldâve been you, not Seonghwa, not someone who already had their chance in the limelight.Â
âY/N, are you okay after⌠all that?â Wooyoung asked softly, rubbing your shoulder, frowning a bit at the small nod you gave him.
âYeah, that was brutal to watchâŚâ San mentioned, getting smacked in the shoulder by Wooyoung, pausing to give him a look, before bringing up a cloth to dab it against your dripping face. âYouâll bounce back from this, baby, donât worry.âÂ
After a few moments of silence, you suddenly pulled the both of them closer to you. âIâm going to be the final one walking down that runway, if itâs the last thing I do.â You leaned in to press a kiss onto both of their lips, looking up at them with big, teary eyes, your bottom lip jutting out. âYouâll help me, wonât you?âÂ
Your friends gulped and looked at each other for the consensus, then back at you, their pretty faces full of the same mischievous tenacity you displayed.Â
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Seonghwa never felt more alive than when he walked down the long, lit-up runway, sashaying his way to the end of it and doing a small elegant turn to the side, smiling ever so softly at the sounds of cheers and clapping coming from the vast crowd, their phoneâs flashing as they eagerly captured the moment and posted it to their socials, most definitely gushing over Seonghwaâs beauty combined with his directorâs creative vision, his body swathed in form-fitting, eye-catching cloth. Knowing he took that moment from the bratty newcomer and got to savor it all to himself was simply the cherry on top.Â
Even when he made his way backstage and sat down to have his hair and makeup redone, the buzz didnât seem to leave him. The attention didnât seem to either, his eyes flitting to the side when he began to tune into Wooyoung and Sanâs conversation as soon as he became the topic.Â
âTalk to him already,â Wooyoung encouraged, pushing on Sanâs broad shoulder to get him to move. âYou wanna fuck him or not?âÂ
âIâm too shyyy,â San whined obnoxiously, giving his best friend a pout, before covering his face.Â
âOh my god, Iâll fuck him then.â Wooyoung casually moved his chair over to Seonghwa, draping one of his hands over the seasoned modelâs thighs once he sat down again. âI couldnât help but notice how fucking hot you were when you put Y/N in her place earlierâŚâÂ
âIs that so?â Seonghwa studied Wooyoungâs enticing features, his gaze settling on the mole that graced his glossy lips. âWhat exactly got you all hot and bothered?âÂ
Meanwhile, San meekly sat down on the other side of Seonghwa, gently pressing one hand into the older manâs thigh like he was making biscuits. âFor me, it was when you threw the champagne in her faceâŚMade me hardâŚâÂ
Seonghwa turned to look at San, nodding at his pretty, feline-like face with approval, before his chin was grabbed by Wooyoung, his fingers pressing into his cheeks. âFor me, it was when you called her out for being a whoreâŚAll I could think about was you making me your whore insteadâŚâÂ
âMe first,â San whined, leaning on Seonghwaâs shoulder, trying to pull Seonghwaâs attention from Wooyoung, who gave him the evil eye.Â
âYou cum too fast, San. He should fuck me first,â Wooyoung countered, smiling smugly, wrapping a lock of Seonghwaâs hair around his finger. âIâm versatile, by the way. We can do whatever you want to, baby.âÂ
âMm, tell me moreâŚâ Seonghwa requested, bringing his arms back and around both of their shoulders, enjoying the feeling of being fawned over by two extremely attractive models who seemed to be competing over his attention. Of course they would be. He was an icon.Â
At this point, the makeup and hair stylist had wandered off to take care of the other models, not having nearly enough time to care about Seonghwaâs current quest in getting his dick wet.Â
Your plan had all been riding on whether Seonghwa would be self-serving or not, and much to your relief, you spotted him whispering things into the ears of your friends from across the large room, taking the opportunity to fit yourself into the black form-fitting blazer that was matched with a simple black trouser, a few silver necklaces hanging from your exposed collarbone. As it was made for Seonghwa at the last second, the blazer had nothing underneath it, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. It was explicit, to say the least. You already knew in your heart that your director would love it.Â
And, just like that, Hongjoong came back around the corner with a coffee cup in hand. Upon seeing you, he gasped loudly, stopping dramatically in his tracks, taking a long swig from his cup and handing it off to one of the nameless people next to him, causing everyone around him to look at you, including Seonghwa and your partners in crime. âDarling. Look. At. You.âÂ
âDo you like it, Director?â you asked softly, running one of your fingers along the perfectly stitched lining of your breast pocket.Â
Hongjoong stood in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, letting them slowly slide down the sides of your arms, his eyes surveying your perfect form, unable to take his eyes off of your exposed chest. âThis is going to turn headsâŚThis isâŚgoing to change everything.â Hongjoong sighed out, dollar signs in his eyes and inspiration pouring out of his very soul. He suddenly turned you to face the crowd of people, clutching your shoulders, ready to shed a tear. âDo you see this, everyone? We are witnessing a new era in fashion occur in front of our very eyes. Out with the old, in with the new.âÂ
Your director continued on with his inspiring, soul-gripping speech, which resulted in a sea of tears and a wave of applause from your roused colleagues, but you couldnât hear a single thing. All you could focus on was the way Seonghwaâs dark eyes bored into you, his lips screwed into a deep frown, his fingers gripping his chair so tightly he left indents. He was just waiting for the moment he could tear you apart. And for some odd reason, you welcomed it with open arms as you walked past him with your dear directorâs arm hooked around your waist, blowing him a kiss on your way to the main stage to be on display for everyone to see the collectionâs final jaw-dropping look.Â
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âY/N, baby, youâre trending!â San exclaimed loudly, having to raise his voice so you could hear him over the loud, thumping music that was blasting through the clubâs speakers, repositioning himself on the large leather couch you all sat on. He kept his arm securely around Wooyoungâs waist, leaning across him to show you countless posts that showcased you strutting down the runway.
Wooyoung squeezed your shoulder, taking a drink from his glass, giggling to himself. âI think at least five million people have seen your tits already.âÂ
âAnd, hereâs to five million more,â you mused, holding your own glass up to clink it against Wooyoungâs and Sanâs, and a couple other drunk models that sat around the VIP lounge. After you downed your drink, you got up, wobbling a bit. âI have to piss. Iâll be right back.âÂ
âHurry back, okay? We have to take more celebratory shots!â San shouted at you as he watched you give him an âokayâ sign, before you disappeared into the large, sweaty crowd.Â
Little did you know, a cat and mouse game had begun inside that overcrowded club, your trek to a bathroom that didnât already have someone pissing or fucking inside it no longer a solo adventure. Seonghwa weaved in between patrons, following close behind you, his dark gaze alone deterring anyone from trying to stop him and get in his pants.Â
It was when you found a lone, empty bathroom that he knew it was his time to strike, to teach you a much needed lesson, to show you who was really on top.Â
You barely had a chance to check the current state of your makeup when Seonghwa came barging in, pinning you to one of the sinks before you could catch your breath. âS-Seonghwa? What are you doing here?âÂ
âDonât act surprised now, you slut,â Seonghwa spat, shoving one of his thighs in between yours, his high heel clicking lightly against the tile floor below. He leaned in so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. âYou thought you could beat me, yeah? Thought you could parade around like a whore and take my place? Take whatâs rightfully mine?âÂ
The more you tried to resist him, the more he shoved his thigh into your barely clothed core, the friction causing a small gasp to leave your lips. Not wanting to give in, you reached up to caress the huffing manâs cheek, smiling sweetly up at him. âOh, is this about Hongjoong? Are you upset that you can taste my wet cunt on his cock when you suck him off?âÂ
Seonghwa suddenly grabbed you by the throat, his grip just tight enough to make your head go fuzzy, leaning in just close enough that his lips ghosted over yours, chuckling lightly at the strained moan that escaped your parted lips. âYouâre such a goddamn bratâŚWhy is that? Is it because you want me to put you in your place, Y/N?âÂ
At this point in time, you were so wet, you were actively leaving a wet patch on Seonghwaâs expensive suede pants, unable to keep more sounds of pleasure from bubbling out of your tight throat when Seonghwa grabbed your hip with his free hand and began to actively drag your cunt across his thigh, able to feel his straining cock pressing into your heat.
âAnswer my question, whoreâŚOr are you that empty-headed already? Got cock on the brain?â Seonghwa questioned, hooking his fingers into the hem of your pants and pulling them off of you, not surprised to see your cunt in all its glistening glory, positioning you back onto his thigh so that you could eagerly grind yourself along it.
âPlease fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me, Seonghwa,â you asked in between breaths, holding desperately onto his shoulders, incidentally pulling his thin blazer from his shoulders, revealing his perfect, glowing skin underneath.Â
âI do hate you. I hate your fucking guts.â Seonghwa growled, suddenly ripping your blouse completely open, grabbing and groping at your tits, squeezing your nipples roughly between his ringed fingers.Â
âThen rearrange them,â you growled back, grabbing either side of his jaw, the both of you meeting in the middle, your heated kiss consisting more of teeth and tongue than anything else.Â
Seonghwa lifted you up onto the sink, fumbling with his designer belt, encouraging you to reach down and help him pull it off for him, feeling his heavy cock drop into your hands. He groaned into your open mouth when you began to jerk him off, breaking the rough kiss to begin attacking your neck, making sure he left you with pretty purple bruises on your sensitive skin.Â
âFuck, SeonghwaâŚâ you moaned, hooking your thighs around his impossibly slim waist, feeling him starting to rub the length of his cock across your aching cunt, the pronounced ridge of his cockhead repeatedly hooking onto your clit. âDo you have a condom?â Â
Seonghwa shook his head, cementing one hand around your waist, guiding the head of his cock into your tight entrance, your inner walls straining to take someone of his size inside. âYouâre going to take my cock like a good slut, yeah? Going to let me fuck you raw, arenât you?âÂ
âNnngh, n-no one fucks me raw, not even Hongjoong,â you whimpered pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him impossibly close, unable to do anything but take Seonghwaâs hot, pulsing length inside you inch by inch, about to melt into a puddle by the time he was fully sheathed inside you.Â
âWell, arenât I a lucky man?â Seonghwa purred softly into your ear, just as he began bucking his hips up into you, reaching up to create a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging it each time he brought you down onto his cock, unable to keep himself from letting out a few breathy laughs of pure satisfaction, due to watching you completely fall apart inside his arms. âYou like this, brat? No oneâs fucked you on their cock like this, have they? No oneâs ever treated you like the shameless slut you are. What a shameâŚâÂ
âS-eong-hwaâŚ!â you gasped, unable to speak with the way your breath was getting punched out of you each time the furious model slammed himself back into you, swearing he was going to bruise your cervix with such rough treatment â and you couldnât have been wetter. âPleaseâŚ!â
âPlease, what? No, you know what? I donât even want to hear what you have to say. Now, open your fucking mouth,â Seonghwa grunted in between brutal thrusts, reaching up in between your sweaty, disheveled bodies to force your jaw open, sending a wad of spit directly down your throat, feeling your cunt clench around him when he did. âOh, you like that? Of course you do.âÂ
âAaah,â you whined, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, feeling almost completely blissed out when Seonghwa sent another wad of saliva onto your tongue, the both of you watching it drip down, before you swallowed it. âGonna cumâŚâÂ
âCourse you are, you pathetic little slutâŚâ Seonghwa reached down to rub his thumb roughly against your clit, still pounding into you with so much vigor, he had to time his breathing so that he didnât get too lightheaded, routinely blowing wet locks of hair out of his focused eyes. âIâm going to cum tooâŚgoing to fill this whore cunt with my load. Fill you up so deep, Iâll knock you upâŚIâll own youâŚâÂ
It was then that you began to cry, holding onto Seonghwa so tightly your fingers cramped up, your lower half cramping up in a similar fashion, feeling your warm arousal soak the both of you, allowing Seonghwa to slip in and out of you even easier than before. âCumâŚinsideâŚmake me yours, SeonghwaâŚâ you whispered, finally submitting to the man that you had been fighting with for who knows how long, about to willingly let him pump a baby into you.
If only your friends could see you now. Theyâd probably livestream it and give the audience a play by play from the sidelines, those sick fucks. You loved them for it.Â
âHey, eyes on me. Donât fade out just yet, not while Iâm filling you up,â Seonghwa mumbled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip to catch your attention. He slid out fully and slipped back in one more time, holding you completely still, letting out groan after groan as he pumped his cum into you, not stopping until every last drop made it into your womb. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to your heaving abdomen, making you feel the pouch he created inside you, giving you butterflies from the sensation. âFeel that, Y/N? Thatâs the proof of my ownership. Youâre no longer a mindless slut for just anyoneâs cock, are you?âÂ
âNoâŚâ you murmured, shaking your head, so dizzy from being fucked into submission that you simply leaned forward and rested your head against his heated shoulder. âIâm yours, SeonghwaâŚâÂ
Seonghwa felt a sudden swell of pride inside his chest, his brain and body tingling with pleasure, like he was back on stage again, surrounded by a crowd of people that praised him, that so desperately wanted what he had to offer. He hugged you close, pressing his lips against your ear, his lips forming a soft smile. âSay that again.âÂ
You smiled shyly into Seonghwaâs neck, an unfamiliar warmth present within your chest, almost not wanting to let go of him. âNow, letâs not get carried away.âÂ
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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:
1. âPart 2??â
Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Donât kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate whatâs already given.
2. The DC Conundrum
Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.
Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, thereâs a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, donât be a dick. If you donât like it, donât read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.
3. The Wild Algorithm
Unlike TikTok, Tumblrâs FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after itâs posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.
4. Passive Content Consumption
Ties back with point #1. If youâre only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they canât spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.
5. De(constructive) Criticism
If an opinion isnât asked for, donât give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesnât understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.
6. Are You My Content Machine?
Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.
Donât ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.
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PSA: GO INTO YOUR SETTINGS NOW TO PREVENT TUMBLR USING YOUR INFO TO TRAIN AI.
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The Colors of the Moots ask game
Lemon - idk but like you seem really sour and scary
Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely!
Cyber - when the frick are you offline? like tell me when, i need to know for your sanity!!! do you even have it???
Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you.
Orange - if you were a fruit you'd be a orange. no explanation.
Rust - you seem like you're hanging on by a thread.
Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists.
Red - i am so in love with you. first it was ironic, now it's unironic. so in love.
Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3
Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you
Violet - honestly i just wanna kiss you just to shut you up. yeah.
Blue - you are the sad mood. the crying moot, even. i am offering a tissue in this trying time. and maybe a hug. only if you want ofc
Navy - i have a feeling you hate jeans.
Lime - i can't tell if you're serious or what but i am avidly waiting your next post.
Green - wanna go touch grass with me?
Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.
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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
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