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Day 8: Eric

Pairing: Eric x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1045

Warnings: Wall sex, breathplay, dirty talk, hand kink, praise, creampie

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This is so stupid, you tell yourself, biting your lip to try and tame your thoughts. You’re supposed to be watching the instructor for safety tips, not imagining what it would be like to have those veiny hands wrapped around your thighs. Or inside of you. Or even better yet, around your neck. No, this is definitely crossing the line into perversion, you decide.

“Y/N?” You blink, realizing the hot instructor has just now called you out in front of the whole class. Great.

You push your goggles up your nose even though they aren’t falling off in the slightest, hoping to buy some time as your eyes dart towards his nametag. Leave it to your horny brain to not even remember his name, wow.

“Sorry, drifted away for a bit there,” you chuckle nervously. Hopefully he buys it.

Eric looks you up and down, a little smirk appearing on his lips. Oh, you are so busted, you realize. You gulp, watching as his eyes come back up to yours and linger there. “Well, as I was saying, everyone’s going to pair up and practice belaying for each other. Since we have an uneven number of students today, I’m going to partner up with someone. And since you were spaced out while everyone picked their partners, I guess you’re stuck with me.”

You’ve gone and got yourself into some deep shit now, apparently. 

—-

It was inevitable you’d end up here, some hours later. The gym is long empty, the class having ended after an intense hour of flirting with the instructor while he attempted to teach you how to belay. And now he’s got you in his office, stripping in front of you.

You’re practically drooling. Obviously you expected Eric to be a little muscular; you don’t become a rock climber without having a certain level of strength, after all. But knowing it and seeing it for yourself are two very different things, you’ve realized.

“Like what you see?” he teases you, letting his shirt drop to the floor. You do; you’re licking your lips in anticipation, actually. But your speech has failed you, so you just nod while he takes off his pants and underwear.

“Come here,” you request, holding your hands out. Eric looks amused, but walks towards you anyway. As soon as you get your hands on his chest, you let out a groan, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “God, you are so hot it’s not fair.”

Eric laughs, tilting your face up so he can kiss you. “And you’re adorable,” he tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

It shouldn’t surprise you when he lifts you up easily, carrying you over to the wall. You’re dripping at the display of strength, even if your back hurts a little when he lines his cock up with your entrance. It’s a small price that you’re willing to pay for the pleasure he’s about to give you.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” he says, sliding into you a second later. He’s so deep that all you can do is moan, digging your nails into his shoulders to ground yourself. Eric’s muscles ripple as he holds you in place, letting you adjust to his size.

His hands feel even better squeezing around your thighs than you imagined, drawing soft moans out of you. “Please,” you whimper, opening your eyes to look at him. “Move.”

Eric wastes no time, lifting you off his cock until just the head is inside. He smirks, then slams you full again with his hard length. You’re trying not to scream in case anyone’s still around, but it’s proving difficult with the brutal pace he sets.

You just about disintegrate when he adjusts his grip on you, bringing one hand up to wrap around your throat. All your dreams come true when Eric’s fingers squeeze gently at your neck, your eyes rolling back in your head. “More, more,” you babble, feeling his cock twitch inside you. You’re glad he’s clearly into it too.

“Bet you were thinking about this the whole class,” he growls, fingers digging in a little harder. Your vision swims a little, but Eric backs off just as quick as your eyes pop open. He looks like he wants to eat you, making your pussy clench around his cock. “Couldn’t wait for me to get my hands on you, huh?”

You nod frantically. “Needed it so bad,” you moan, arching your back so your breasts press up against his chest. “Your hands are so distracting.”

Eric chuckles, pressing two of his fingers against your lips. You open your mouth to let them in immediately, loving the way his eyes darken as you suck on them lewdly. “That’s it,” he whispers, rubbing the pads of his fingers across your tongue. “You’re so good to me, sweetheart.”

The praise goes straight to your pussy, your walls fluttering around him. Your thighs are slick with your own fluid as you drip around his cock, the squelching sounds driving you crazy with every thrust.

“Can I come inside?” he asks suddenly, dragging his fingers out of your mouth and down your neck. You briefly think about how you’d probably let him crush your windpipe if he wanted to, but you just nod. You’re on birth control anyway.

Eric’s pace picks up immediately, his cockhead hitting your spot on every thrust now. You can’t even think straight, moans spilling from your mouth like it’s the only language you know. His fingers are gripping your thighs for dear life now, fighting to hold you up while he impales you on his cock over and over again.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” you warn him, digging your nails into his skin so hard there’s definitely going to be marks later. Eric hisses at the burning pain, but then buries himself fully inside you and blows his load.

It feels like he cums forever, rope after rope of hot, white fluid hitting your walls. You’re slumped against the wall when he finally pulls out, your mixed cum dripping out of you onto the floor.

“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Eric insists. He has to hold you up with an arm around your waist, but the two of you leave his office together.

#the boyz smut #tbz smut #eric sohn smut #eric sohn x reader #eric sohn fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics

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Day 7: Jungwoo

Pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 465

Warnings: Public sex, handjob, blowjob, dirty talk, hair pulling

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“Here? Babe, there’s people everywhere!” Though his cheeks are turning red, you don’t miss the slight twinkle in his eyes. He’s definitely into it.

“So?” You smirk, pushing him back onto the towel. “I want your dick in my mouth, now. Nobody’s looking at us all the way over here.”

Jungwoo doesn’t say anything else as you roll the beach umbrella to the side to block you. He props himself up on his elbows, watching as you tug down his swim trunks. Glancing up, you giggle before spitting on his shaft, your hand wrapping around him.

“Can’t wait to suck on it,” you murmur, leaning down and kissing the tip. Jungwoo groans, sliding a hand into your hair. He tugs on it sharply as you take him into your throat, your free hand caressing his balls.

“Oh god,” he sighs breathlessly. You can tell he wants to buck his hips up, but he knows you’ll stop if he does. “You’re gonna make me cum too fast if you keep that up, babe.”

You look up at him and shrug. That’s what you want, obviously, but playing with him is fun too. So you pull off and lick your lips, massaging the head slowly with your fingertips.

“Poor baby,” you coo, spreading his precum around the swollen, red tip. Jungwoo’s cock is pretty; you could look at it for hours, if it weren’t for the fact that you want it in your mouth almost all the time. Or inside of you, either works. “We can’t have that, now can we? What a nasty man you are, ready to shoot your load all over a public beach.”

You hear his breath hitch and you giggle again, squeezing his balls roughly. It’s your favorite when you can make him cum unexpectedly, his hot seed splashing onto your face when you’re unprepared. But today you don’t feel like playing coy, instead sticking your tongue out and aiming his tip right at your open mouth.

You jerk him off quickly, enjoying his whines and squirming as you bring him close to the edge. Every few seconds you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, unable to resist. Jungwoo tugs on your hair, unable to say anything but moan. He’s going to cum soon, so you quickly swallow him down, massaging his balls.

With a startled cry, he shoots his load right down your throat, his hips jerking up as you try not to choke on his dick. His hand drops down to your throat to feel you swallowing, fingertips pressing in gently.

“Holy shit,” he sighs when you sit up, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand. “That was intense, baby.”

You grin, patting his hip gently. “What can I say? I love your cock.”

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #jungwoo smut #jungwoo x reader #jungwoo fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #this is actually the pic that inspired this fic lol

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Day 6: Younghoon

Pairing: Younghoon x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 985

Warnings: Teasing, dirty talk, slight spanking, dry humping, edging, fingering, begging, thigh fucking, creampie, unprotected sex

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You should be paying attention to the movie, but it’s kind of hard to do with your boyfriend’s cock pressing against your ass. You squirm a little, trying to get away, but Younghoon’s hand grabs your hip easily, preventing you from moving.

“Shh,” he coos, cupping your pussy over your underwear. You knew you should’ve worn some shorts with the hoodie you’d thrown on, but it was a lot warmer earlier and you didn’t feel like wearing more layers than necessary. Now, as he presses his fingers against your folds and your pussy starts to get wet, you’re regretful. “Seems like you need me, baby.”

You don’t argue, your breathing shaky as he continues to play with you absentmindedly. You know he’s not going to let you cum for a while, even with his cock pressing against you firmly. Younghoon loves to see how far he can take you, there’s a thrill in it for him.

“Come on,” you beg, grabbing his wrist and trying to at least get him to put a couple of his fingers in you. The gentle friction isn’t enough for you right now. But Younghoon pulls his hand away entirely, clicking his tongue.

“You know better,” he says, smacking your ass in warning. You hiss at the burn, scooting away from him as much as you can. “Take what I give you, or you don’t cum at all.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, but nod in agreement. He chuckles, pulling you back flush against his hard cock. Younghoon ruts against you for a few moments, groaning in your ear and driving you crazy. Just when you think he might cave and fuck you properly, he pulls away, placing a hand over your soaked underwear once more.

“If you can cum before the halfway point of the movie, I’ll fuck you for real,” he rasps into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You look at the timer on the DVD player, seeing you’re already 30 minutes into the 90 minute movie. That means you have about 15 minutes to get yourself off? You think you can do it, especially with the way you already feel yourself leaking all over the place. You turn your head and nod, accepting his challenge.

“You can only rub against my fingers,” he warns, pressing them against your folds and making you moan. “Don’t grind back against my cock or you’ll automatically lose.”

You want to complain, but you know that’s just a waste of your remaining time. Instead, you focus on the feeling of his fingertips against your pussy and get to work, rocking your hips rhythmically. “Fuck,” you curse, the wet spot on your panties getting bigger and bigger.

It’s always hot when Younghoon plays these games with you, as frustrating as it is. You love feeling so naughty, only getting off from his fingers and nothing else. It’s a little more fun to play in public and run the risk of getting caught, but here in the comfort of your own home is good too. He knows how to talk you right to an orgasm, that voice of his sending you over the edge so easily.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he teases, pushing his fingers a little deeper. Your panties stick to you a bit when he lets go, turning you on even more. You fight the urge to rub your ass back against his cock, not wanting to lose the game so quickly. “Get my fingers nice and soaked, baby.”

You cover your face with your sleeves and whine, loving the way his words make you feel. Younghoon pulls your panties to the side and puts his fingers directly on your folds, your breath hitching as you take in the new feeling. It’s going to be even harder now to follow the rules of the bet, but you suppose that’s half the fun in this.

“Need you so bad,” you moan, swirling your hips. Your thighs are getting soaked with your juices, even dripping down onto the couch. You’ll have to clean that up later, but right now, you’re totally lost in pleasure.

You’re a little surprised when Younghoon breaks first, grunting and rolling down your panties to your knees. He slides his cock between your thighs, gripping your hips so your legs stay pressed together tightly. “Don’t move,” he tells you, and then he’s fucking between your wet thighs at a rapid pace, chasing his release.

It’s so hot how he loses total control of himself. You can’t help but reach down and touch your clit, watching his cockhead appear and disappear between your thighs. You wish it was inside you, throbbing steadily, but this is almost as good, especially when you feel precum squirt onto your thighs and mix with your own fluids.

“Gonna fuck you so good after this, baby,” he promises, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “I’ll paint your walls white and you’re gonna keep it all inside for me, yeah?”

You scream when he shifts slightly and his cockhead bumps up against your clit, cumming hard around him. It catches you both off guard, Younghoon’s hips stuttering as he squeezes your hips tightly. A couple more shallow thrusts before he’s following you, shooting his load between your thighs and onto the couch. You’re exhausted and messy when it’s all over, the hoodie bunched up under your breasts as you try to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, glancing down at the huge stain on the couch. Yep, definitely gonna have to clean later. You forget all about it when Younghoon turns your face towards him, kissing you as he strokes your cum soaked thighs.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he praises, patting your pussy gently. You whimper into his mouth, pressing back against his cock subconsciously. “Now let me keep my promise from earlier.”

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Day 5: Xiaojun

Pairing: Xiaojun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4465

Warnings: Panty stealing, panty sniffing, perv!Xiaojun, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation (male), handjob, slight voyeurism, breast play, nipple play, slight spanking, slight degradation, fingering, begging, blowjob, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex

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Dejun should feel guilty. Should is the keyword here, because he absolutely does not feel that way. You’re his friend and he should respect you more than to be stealing your used panties out of your laundry basket. But they’re right there, the opportunity presenting itself to him when the microwave announces the popcorn for movie night is done. The moment you spring up and out of your room to go grab it, his eyes drift over to the pile, trying to decide which pair he wants.

He’s not exactly sure when it started, but sometime recently he’s been seeing you in a different light. Your curves always seem to catch his eye these days, forcing him to wish away so many inappropriate boners whenever you spend time together. And when you sit on his lap during car rides with too many of your other friends, or rub up against him while dancing at the club. Frankly, you’re driving him crazy.

But Dejun doesn’t wanna push the boundaries of your friendship. He likes having you around and doesn’t want to fuck that up just to get his dick wet once or twice. So he’s tried to forget about you, meeting other girls from Tinder to try and satisfy his urges. It never works though, because they simply aren’t you. He often finds himself wishing it was you moaning beneath him, or riding him, or eagerly sucking his cock.

Today might be his limit, he finds, as he gets up and walks over to your laundry basket. You won’t miss a single pair of panties; he knows this for a fact, since you’ve frequently complained to him about the amount you’ve had to buy. He briefly wonders if any other guy you’ve slept with has stolen a pair or two before he got the idea, but quickly shuts that down. You’re only getting popcorn and he needs to hurry up before you come back.

Dejun roots around for a few seconds, passing over a few pink and white pairs. They’re not very exciting aside from a little bow on the front. Then his eyes land on a pair of lace navy blue ones, which he immediately fishes out and shoves into his jeans. He hears your footsteps in the hall and rushes back to the bed, rearranging himself just as you walk through the open door.

“Did you need something to drink before we start?” you ask, totally oblivious to the fact that he now has a pair of your underwear burning a hole in his pocket. Dejun’s cock twitches at the thought, a smirk appearing on his face. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you whip out two bottles of beer from behind your back with a giggle. “I thought you might.”

You set the popcorn bag down on the bed and climb right over his lap to get to the other side, his eyes landing right on your ass. He fights down the urge to smack it with an open palm, shifting in his spot. Sometimes he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because why not cross the bed further down and avoid the chances of spilling the popcorn? But you smile innocently as you grab the popcorn bag, and he shakes the thought from his mind.

—-

The movie plays through without much else happening. You cuddle up a little too closely during some parts, throwing your legs into Dejun’s lap more than once. He half hopes you don’t feel his boner pressing against your thigh, but the other half hopes you do, maybe eventually turning and sliding your hand over top of his clothed dick. Unfortunately you don’t, leaving him uncomfortable in his jeans for at least the final hour.

You stretch your limbs out after turning off the screen, moaning softly as your joints crack and give you relief. Dejun tries to ignore you, gathering up the empty beer bottles you both consumed and walking to the kitchen. He can’t wait to get home and look at his prize - your stolen panties - but he can’t just rush out of here or you’ll know something’s up.

He’s in the process of rinsing the third bottle out when you wander into the kitchen, coming up behind him and slinging your arms around his waist. This isn’t new; you always get a bit clingy after drinking. But his cock is still half hard in his jeans, and now it’s trapped between your soft curves and the kitchen cabinets.

“You should stay over,” you whine cutely, rubbing your face against his back. God, does he want to. He imagines pulling you into his lap, kissing your pouty lips as he strips you of your pajamas. He wants to feel your ass in his hands, to suck on your nipples and bury his cock into your sweet, fluttering hole. His thoughts almost carry him away, that is until you poke his side abruptly with your fingers. “Well?” you ask.

He looks down at you, setting aside the beer bottle he was rinsing out for you. You look so cute, face slightly flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re intoxicated and while he may be a pervert, he’s at least better than that. Besides, he wants to make you look like that purely on his own effort. So he shakes his head, gently peeling you off of him.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he teases you, turning back to rinse the rest of the bottles out. “I’ve got work early tomorrow, so I have to go home.”

You pout a bit more while he finishes up, but you don’t touch him again. It’s a good thing, because he might cave in otherwise. You watch him as he collects the rinsed bottles and heads towards the front door, slipping on his shoes. “I’ll see you next week,” he grins, ruffling your hair slightly. It makes you huff, but it’s about all he can do without risking a boner popping back up.

—-

You swear you wore your navy blue panties last week, but here you are a few hours before date night, unable to find them anywhere in your laundry basket. You feel insane, wondering if your washer had really eaten another favorite pair of yours. It’s not like you ended up at a friend’s house after drinking too much either - ah, that’s right, you did go to Dejun’s recently. You grab your phone and text him as a last resort.

> Weird question, did I accidentally leave a pair of navy blue panties at your apartment last week?

You flop down on your bed. It’s kinda stupid to be asking now, it’s not like you can wear them if he finds them. They’re most likely still dirty; he’s not exactly the type to just throw your forgotten laundry in with his. Well, maybe if he answers fast enough you can do a quick load.

Meanwhile, Dejun feels his heart racing. He’s actually forgotten all about taking your panties last week, having come home and collapsed as soon as he got in the door. He finds the jeans he wore to your house and fishes them out of the front pocket, sucking in a deep breath when he sees them.

It’s fortunate that you’d been at his house last week too, providing a perfect excuse for his possession of them. Of course he had to pick one of your favorite pairs; that was just his luck.

> Yeah, they’re here in the bathroom. You should stop stripping when you’re drunk, babe. There’s some real weirdos out there!

He snickers to himself as he sends the message, holding up your panties in his hand. He takes all of two seconds to consider it before holding them up to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your scent washes over him immediately, cock springing to life. He abandons his phone on the bathroom counter and heads to his room, feeling the immediate need to rub one out.

Of course, in his eagerness, he misses your next text.

> Oh thank god, I’ll swing by and pick them up in a bit!

Dejun throws himself on his bed, hurriedly pushing his sweatpants down. They only make it to his knees before he’s wrapping your panties around his cock, groaning softly. The lace feels nice against his skin as he strokes up and down, precum dripping from his tip and staining the used fabric. His mind is in a frenzy, wondering what it’d be like to see his fluids on your pussy. Would you moan and try to hide your face from him in embarrassment? Or would you use your fingers to spread your lips wider, letting it dribble down your puffy folds? Dejun thinks he might go insane either way, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right away.

He edges himself for a while, alternating between frantic tugs on his cock and slow drags, further soiling your underwear with his fluids as he groans and thrusts into the air. He’s not sure how he’s going to act normal around you after doing this, not when he’s going to spend every second imagining you underneath him.

He’s so lost in thought about what your fucked out face would look like that he misses the knock at his door, followed by the turning of the lock as you enter his apartment.

Dejun gave you a key to his place for safety a long time ago, so you don’t think anything of it when you kick off your shoes at the door and start wandering around. The apartment is quiet, so you guess maybe he’s sleeping, heading right for the bathroom where he told you your underwear was found.

You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a low moan cut through the hallway, your eyes widening slightly.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, placing a hand on the wall. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend in that way. In fact, you’d sort of been dropping hints for months that you saw him as potentially being more than that.

Every time you went out, you made sure to dance on him for at least a few songs. You always wore your skimpiest pajamas when he came over for movie nights, hoping that one day he would just grab you and kiss the life out of you. Even sitting on his lap in crowded car rides or diner visits. Nothing ever seemed to work in your favor though.

But he doesn’t know you’re here, or he would’ve answered the door when you first knocked. His grunts flow from the bedroom rhythmically; there’s no way he isn’t jerking himself off right now. You walk closer to his door as quietly as you can, hoping the door is open at least a little bit. But even the sounds alone are a joy to hear.

You step around the corner, smiling as you see he left the door completely open. You should feel guilty and weird for spying on your friend like this, but he’s just so hot. There’s no harm if he never finds out, you reason with yourself.

However, you aren’t prepared for the sight that greets you as you get closer. Dejun’s certainly jerking off, but he’s got the navy blue panties you’ve been looking for in his hand too. He’s got your panties. Wrapped around his cock. Your mouth waters at the realization.

“Never would’ve pegged you for a total perv,” you drawl, stepping into the room. His eyes snap open in shock, then embarrassment as he tries to hide your underwear. It leaves his cock exposed, precum dribbling from the head.

“Shit, it’s not what it looks like-“ he starts, but you hold up your hand, still approaching the bed. You sit down beside him and slap a hand down on his thigh, squeezing gently. His cock twitches and more fluid leaks out, making you lick your lips.

“Kinda late for that,” you snicker, looking up at his face. He looks so cute when he’s panicking, but you decide to put him out of his misery. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me, it’s not like I don’t want the same thing.”

His nostrils flare a few times before he leans forward and grabs your jaw, kissing you sloppily. You sort of fall into his lap, carefully avoiding his cock as you adjust your position.

“Never thought I’d have a chance,” he groans into your mouth, hands sliding up under your tank top. You’d rushed over here without a bra, as he soon discovers when he cups your bare breasts. “Oh my god, your tits are perfect.”

You giggle, picking up the discarded panties and examining them. “Lace, huh?” you muse, thumbing at the wet spots on the fabric. You grin and wrap the panties around his cock again, stroking experimentally. His breath stutters and he pauses to look down, the sight of your small hand around his dick making his brain fizzle out.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls, squeezing your breasts in his hands. Now it’s your turn to moan, head falling forward. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetheart.”

He pushes your shirt up so he can actually see your bare tits, thumbs circling around the areolas. You push your chest into his hands, sighing as you continue to work his cock with the panties. Dejun thinks he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but he can’t bring himself to stop. His fantasies are all coming true right now, and he just wants to take it all in as it happens.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasps, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. You mewl, thumbing at the head of his cock and spreading the precum around. “God, you’ve been taunting me for months-“

“You noticed?” you interrupt, eyes snapping open. You smirk, squeezing the shaft a little and making him groan. “I was starting to wonder if you were really that oblivious.”

His mind reels with the admission that you’d been trying to get his attention. He could’ve had you sooner? The thought drives him crazy, so he grabs your waist and rolls you underneath him, caging you in with his arms.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, sliding a hand down your stomach. He pauses for a second at the waistband of your leggings, glancing up for reassurance. When you nod, he peels them down, groaning as he realizes you didn’t wear underwear over here either. “Look at you, soaking the bed already.”

You let him roll you onto your stomach, enjoying the way he manhandles you like it’s nothing. You’ve dreamed about it for months, and now it’s finally happening. You let out a yelp when he smacks your ass suddenly, watching it jiggle.

“Bad girl, keeping this a secret from me,” he continues, cupping your pussy from behind. You groan, trying to shift yourself around for some relief, but he smacks your ass again in warning. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?”

You shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you get more frustrated. Dejun grabs your hips and pulls you up onto all fours, teasing his fingers over your wet folds. The pressure isn’t enough, but you’d rather that than having him pull away, so you breathe shakily and let him do whatever he wants to you.

“Can’t believe you’d deny yourself of what you really want,” he murmurs, leaning over your back. You’re reminded that he’s still mostly clothed, the fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your skin.

“Please,” you whine, “I wanna touch you too!” He pauses, sighing before pushing you onto your back again. You catch yourself just in time to watch him peel off his shirt, mouth watering as you rake your eyes down his form.

Dejun takes your hands and puts them on his chest with a smirk. ”Go ahead, baby. Touch me,” he teases you, dragging one down to his cock. He wraps your smaller hand around the shaft and groans, guiding you slowly.

Something’s so hot about the way he controls your hand, your pussy throbbing as he makes you jerk him off. You feel the urge to have his cock in your mouth, so you look up with pleading eyes.

“Put it in my mouth,” you beg, and Dejun thinks you’re going to kill him tonight if you keep acting like this. The girl of his dreams wants to suck him off? Say less, honestly.

He lets go of your hand and stands up, kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way. His cock is heavy in his hand as he holds it, motioning you over to the edge of the bed. You crawl over and lay down right underneath him, giggling when he pokes his tip at your lips.

You open your mouth for him and he slides his dick inside easily, groaning at the hotness of your mouth. He can’t help but thrust just a little further, enjoying the way your throat rapidly constricts around him. He’s got to be the luckiest guy in the world, getting to see you like this.

“Fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans, as you grip his thighs and take him deeper into your throat again and again. Your breasts jiggle as you suck him off, the sight driving him crazy. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cum, instead wondering if you’ll let him cum down your throat or on your tits.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, squeezing the base of his dick as he pulls it out from your mouth. You smirk, opening your mouth wide for him. Dejun’s brain fizzles out entirely as he buries his dick in your throat with a groan, hand cupping your jaw carefully as he holds you there. “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his load go.

It feels like he cums for ages, his hot seed filling your mouth over and over. Eventually you can’t swallow any more, the white fluid dribbling out of your mouth as you push him away. Dejun kneels on the bed next to you, admiring your glossy eyes.

“That was amazing,” he says, brushing your hair off your face. You look at him quickly, a mischievous smile on your lips.

“We’re not done here yet,” you purr, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows. You climb on top of him, your wet pussy leaking onto his abdomen as you run your fingers over his chest.

Dejun thinks he’s going to pass out. He watches as your hands roam his body, already feeling his dick coming back to life with each and every touch of your small hands. He can’t wait to fuck you, to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around him tightly.

“So,” you start, humming to yourself as you wrap your hand around his half hard dick. “Did it turn you on that much to steal my panties?” You look at him with a grin, rubbing your fingers over the head and watching it dribble pathetically.

“So much,” he groans, head falling back against the pillows. “You didn’t even know they were gone, but I had them wrapped around my dick. So, so, so many times, too.” Dejun lifts his head suddenly and smirks. “Just imagining it was that cute little pussy of yours drove me crazy, you know?”

You can’t help but moan a little at his shamelessness. The thought of your friend jerking himself off repeatedly with your underwear shouldn’t be so appealing, but maybe you’re a little more twisted than you realize. Either way, it makes you stroke his cock faster, eager to finally get him inside of you.

“Come here,” Dejun says, motioning you to get closer. You lean forward, a bit surprised when he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Even through your horny brain, you can tell it’s not just an in the moment thing.

“Before we take this any further, you do know that I like you, right?” Dejun looks at you sincerely and brings your free hand over his heart, your heart fluttering in your chest a bit. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”

You melt just a little bit, leaning down to kiss him again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Dejun. And I don’t just mean your cock, though I’d really like it inside of me soon.”

He grins, grabbing your hips and rolling you underneath him. “Good thing you don’t have to wait anymore, baby girl,” he coos, spreading your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, lapping at your juices with his tongue. Honestly, he wants to make you cum on his face first, but you’re pulling on his hair so tightly that he guesses you want his cock just a little bit more right now.

“We can do that later,” you tell him when he looks up at you, reaching down to spread your lips apart. Your pussy looks so inviting, Dejun’s mouth watering as he strokes his cock. “I need you inside of me.”

It doesn’t take but a few more strokes for him to be ready, gently teasing you with the head as he rubs it up and down your folds. You groan and tug at your nipples in frustration, making him chuckle as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.

“You’re so cute and needy,” Dejun teases, eyes trailing down your body slowly. It’s still a dream that you’re under him like this, so he wants to commit everything to memory in case you later change your mind. He doesn’t think you will though, not with the way you’re looking back at him right now.

“Can you fuck me already?” you say abruptly, making him snort. That’s the girl he knows and loves, always to the point. He rolls his eyes at you and slides his cock inside, enjoying the way your eyes roll back in your head from the feeling.

“Good enough for you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your lips, so soft and pliant against his own. Dejun knows this version of you won’t last long, so he takes full advantage of it while he can, running his hands gently up and down your sides.

All you can really do is squirm and moan underneath him, desperate to get any kind of friction. But Dejun holds you still, kissing you over and over. His lips trail down your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you gasp suddenly. He loves having this effect on you.

“Please,” you whisper in frustration. He’s nipping at your chest now, but you slide a hand through his hair and force him to look up at you. “Move,” you practically beg.

Dejun wants to drag it out a little longer, but when you ask him like that, he can’t really resist. Plus, his cock is throbbing inside of you, his release just around the corner. With a grin, he adjusts your leg over his shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer to start moving. The first stroke is so deep you’re throwing your head back into the pillows, unable to hold back your moan. You can feel his cock slide against your walls, hot and hard.

“Fuck,” you curse, arching your back.

Dejun chuckles, kissing the inside of your knee. “I thought that’s what I was doing,” he teases you. The pace he sets is quick, chasing both his high and yours. You dig your nails into his back and cry out with every thrust, your pussy fluttering around his cock.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm coming on, but you don’t really care at this point. You put your mouth next to Dejun’s ear and whisper that you’re close, smirking as you feel his hips falter a little. It feels good to once again have the upper hand in this situation, even if only for a second.

Dejun lets your leg drop from his shoulder, positioning it around his hip instead. He’s fucking you like the world is ending, powerful thrusts sending you further up the bed with each passing second. You reach down to play with your breasts, forcing a groan from his mouth as he becomes entranced by the sight.

“Where should I cum?” he asks you for the second time that night, brushing stray hair out of your face. You grin and squeeze your breasts together invitingly, and that nearly sends him over the edge right then and there. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.

He reaches between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit, which has you cumming around his cock in record time. You wrap your arms around Dejun’s neck and hold him close to you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shaking slightly with every aftershock.

When you’re done and slumped against the pillows, he pulls out of you with a hiss and kneels over your spent body, quickly jerking his cock over your heaving chest. You look up at him with glossy eyes and it sends him right over the edge, white ropes of cum splattering all over your warm, damp skin.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, collapsing next to you. You’re about to agree, but Dejun cups your cheek and gives you the softest kiss, melting all thoughts from your brain entirely. “That was amazing,” he adds as he pulls away.

You don’t know what to say now that it’s all over, your eyes fixed on a random spot on the bed. You know you should clean up and go to the bathroom, but you still need time to process the fact that you just fucked your best friend.

“Hey, you know I wasn’t lying, right?” You turn your head at Dejun’s voice, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I really, really, really like you. And not just for your pretty underwear.”

You snort out a laugh, smacking his chest. “Oh my god, please. And yes, I believed you the first time. I just…need to let all of this sink in.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, sliding a hand down your side until he’s gripping your ass. “Sink in? Maybe I should sink into something, too.”

You hit him again, a little harder than before. “Shut up, perv,” you groan, burying your face in his chest at the implication. But you can’t help the arousal that pools in your gut, already thinking of round two.

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun smut #xiaojun x reader #xiaojun fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #100

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Day 4: Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1867

Warnings: Unprotected sex, riding, teasing, whining, breast play, slight dacryphilia, masturbation (male), handjob, praise, dirty talk, slight spanking, slight degradation

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

It’s Friday night and you’re in Sunwoo’s lap again, just like always. He’s already gotten your shirt off, his hands palming your breasts as you whine and rock yourself on top of him.

“Need some help?” He snickers after he says it, pinching your nipples to make you cry out for him again. You grip the hem of your skirt and squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears of frustration from falling, but it’s no use. You can just barely feel the outline of his hard length pressing against you through his sweatpants and your underwear.

You feel Sunwoo’s fingers prodding at your lips, letting your mouth fall open so he can slip them inside. You swirl your tongue around them, hoping if you do a good enough job, he’ll free you from your frustration.

“You’re so filthy,” he giggles, pressing down on your tongue. You don’t realize it, but you’ve started grinding on top of him again, moving your hips in little circles. Sunwoo pulls his fingers from your mouth and flips your skirt up to your waist, taking in the wet spot on your panties. “Look at you, you’re a mess.”

He tells you this every time, but you never get tired of hearing it. Sunwoo gets away with a lot of shit that nobody else would, and he unfortunately knows it.

“Please,” you whimper, trying to beg him with your eyes. You know that he loves to see you all teary and desperate for him, so you gently pinch the meat of your thigh until your eyes start to water again. “Please touch me.”

Sunwoo runs his hands up the back of your thighs until he’s got two handfuls of your ass, squeezing generously. You moan as he pulls your underwear down, pocketing them in his sweatpants for later. You’ve lost so many pairs of underwear to him, but you’d never ask for them back. There’s something that gets you going, knowing he keeps them for himself like some kind of pervert.

You almost forget that he’s still fully clothed until he pulls his dick out and starts stroking it, his other hand squeezing your hip slightly. “Hey, let me see you,” you whine, tugging at his hoodie. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, but he lets go of his cock long enough to pull his hoodie over his head and toss it over the back of the couch. You lean forward and run your hands up his bare chest, scratching gently with your nails.

“Fuck, don’t tease me,” he groans, like he wasn’t just toying with you moments before. He grabs your hand in his and brings it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, growing harder as he uses you to stroke himself to full hardness. You lean forward and kiss him, eager to have his plush lips on yours

“I want you,” you murmur, guiding his tip to rub up and down your folds. You moan as he grabs your hips and angles you above him, slowly pressing inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you tell him as he stretches you.

Sunwoo takes his time bottoming out, watching your face change as you adjust to his size. When he’s sure you’re okay, he smacks your ass so hard you let out a small scream, the pleasure rippling through you suddenly.

You press your palms flat on his chest and lift your hips up until only his tip remains inside, then slide yourself back down. It’s a slow pace because you prefer to feel every inch of his cock against your walls, but Sunwoo would never complain. He loves watching you take him in any form; the way you move and the sounds you make always get him going, whether it’s fast or slow. But tonight is Friday and neither of you are in a rush, so he fixes his eyes on where his cock disappears inside of you and just drinks it in.

You’ve got the rhythm now, so you take one of your hands off his chest and start touching your breasts, giving him a show as you pinch and roll your nipple between your fingers. When the buds are stiff, you slide your hand lower, spreading your lips around his cock so he can see the lewd sight even clearer.

“That’s it,” he grins, looking up at you with the bedroom eyes you fall for every time. “Ride it nice and slow for me.”

Your eyes roll back in your head a little bit at his words, grinding down a little harder on his cock. You moan softly as he hits your spot, losing your rhythm slightly as you struggle to balance against his chest. Sunwoo takes pity on you finally and grabs your hips, but then he’s pushing you off him and to the side.

You turn on your side, about to ask him what the hell he’s doing, but he pushes you back onto your stomach before you can say anything. Your words die in your throat as he climbs over you and hikes your hips upwards, pressing his cock between your legs and rubbing the tip through your wet folds.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his chest pressed fully against your back. “I’m gonna make it all better.”

The slide inside is so slow and slippery, you can only moan loudly as you take every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. Sunwoo keeps one hand on your back so you don’t flail around, the other holding the base of his cock tightly so he doesn’t blow his load right away. He’s never had to fight so hard to cum before you started sleeping together, but you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can’t help it sometimes.

Finally after what feels like hours, he’s fully buried in your cunt, hips pressed firmly against your ass. Sunwoo admires the view, the slope of your spine driving him crazy. He loves having you at his mercy like this, but the real reason he enjoys this is because of the trust you have in him. Outside of the bedroom, you can go toe to toe with him, dishing out as much shit as he gives you and sometimes more. But in here? You fully give yourself to him in every way, doing anything he asks of you. He loves it even more than he’s willing to admit.

“Sunwoo please,” you beg him again, trying to push your hips back for some movement.

He shakes his head even though he knows you can’t see him, smacking your ass again suddenly. “I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me,” he teases, rubbing the sore area gently with his palm. You sigh in frustration, but you know you have to play his game to get what you want.

“Please fuck me,” you mumble, craning your head to look back at him. He’s smirking, then smacks your ass again gently. It doesn’t hurt really, you know he’s just doing it because he likes to see it jiggle around him. But you’re reaching the end of your patience.

“You were supposed to ride me, but you couldn’t even do that right. Why should I reward you for failing?” His expression is neutral, but his words have a cold tone to them that send an excited shiver up your spine. Sunwoo pulls his hips back just barely and pushes in again, making you moan suddenly. “See? That’s enough for you, you can’t even keep your mouth shut.”

You turn your head into the pillows and scream in frustration; Sunwoo’s usually a tease, but today is especially bad. You’re dripping around his cock and he isn’t letting up on you, just barely rocking himself in and out. Most of the time, you like it slow, but today you just want to feel him going at you like an animal. It’s been a long week at work and the only thing that’s going to make it right is Sunwoo fucking you so hard it resets your brain.

“Please,” you whine. “I’ll do anything, please just fuck me properly.”

You can practically feel the air change as Sunwoo leans down next to your ear, his hands sliding up your sides. “Anything? Are you sure you want to make that promise, baby?”

You hesitate for a bit, remembering the last time you bargained with Sunwoo like this. Your body had been sore for days afterward, littered with marks that you had to painstakingly cover up every morning before work. But the sex was amazing, you had to admit. You think you can handle whatever he’s planning to throw at you this time.

“Yes, anything,” you agree, holding up your pinky finger for a promise.

Sunwoo laughs at your childish gesture, but links your fingers together anyway. “Don’t regret it later,” he mumbles, then he’s pulling out and fucking back into you roughly.

You moan shamelessly, gripping the pillow tight. Your walls flutter around his cock at every thrust, your juices coating him and the sheets beneath you. Sunwoo works a hand between your clit and the bed, rubbing you in time with his thrusts. You’re falling apart at an alarmingly fast rate, unable to make any sounds.

“Gonna get my cock all nice and creamy?” he asks, smacking your ass again. His cock bumps up against your spot at that moment, causing you to bury your face in the pillow and scream from the pleasure. You know he wants an answer out of you, but you can’t find the words in your brain. So you do the next best thing and turn your head as much as you can, showing him your teary eyes. It’s his second favorite thing aside from making you scream, so you know you’ll get away with it.

Sunwoo takes in your appearance and starts to fuck you even harder, pushing your body up the bed as he absolutely destroys your sensitive pussy. His balls slap against your ass repeatedly, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth as you start to lose your mind. You know you’re going to cum soon, but you have no energy to warn him, instead just clamping down hard around his cock while your walls pulse endlessly.

“Fuck!” he shouts, having to stop moving because you’re milking him so hard. Sunwoo looks down, seeing your release trickle down his shaft and onto the bed. It’s so hot how it just keeps coming, warm and wet and everywhere. Before he knows it, he’s cumming too, filling your pussy up with his hot load.

When you come down from your high, you collapse into the pillow. You can feel his semen painting your walls, but you don’t have the energy to move. You let him finish up, both of you hissing when he pulls his softening cock out.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” he tells you, gently patting your butt. You just nod, tucking your arms under your head and letting out a sigh. Your mind is effectively cleared of work stress, though now you can’t help but wonder what Sunwoo wants in return.

#the boyz smut #sunwoo smut #tbz smut #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #100

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Day 3: Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1544

Warnings: Praise, begging, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, dirty talk, slight spanking, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry about the inconvenience. For your trouble, the airline would like to offer you a hotel voucher as well as compensation.”

You’re only half listening to the man, stars in your eyes as you watch his lips move. He should be a model, certainly not a customer service representative in a shitty airport like this one. It’s not like the other reps are ugly, either. He’s just so stupidly handsome that it’s almost ridiculous.

“Ma’am?”

You shake yourself out of your daze and apologize. “Oh god, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day! Thank you, I’ll accept the vouchers!”

The man - Jaehyun, according to his name tag clipped to his sweater vest - smirks, almost like he knows exactly what was on your mind just now. “Sure, it’s understandable. Let me just get your information and I’ll issue those for you.”

You pour all your focus into filling out the documentation, determined not to embarrass yourself any further. When you finish, you slide the paperwork across the counter to him.

Jaehyun starts to key in the necessary information, occasionally glancing over at you with a smile. “I’m going to put you up at the Hyatt, it’s the nicest hotel nearby,” he informs you, winking. The keyboard clacks away for a few more moments before he crooks his finger at you. You lean forward, wondering if you misspelled something on your forms.

“Maybe I can pay you a visit tonight after my shift ends?” he whispers, dragging his eyes up and down your body. You practically choke on your own spit, shocked that such a handsome man is so blatantly hitting on you. You aren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth though, despite how unprofessional he’s being at the moment. Apparently hot men negate all of your survival instincts; you should be more ashamed of yourself. But you aren’t, unfortunately.

You giggle nervously, while Jaehyun smirks to himself like he knows he’s already won.

—-

You’re sitting in your hotel room on the bed, dressed only in your robe and underwear as you wait for Jaehyun. You debate with yourself for a while about it being too presumptuous to be this underdressed, but he was practically devouring you with his eyes at the airport. You decide that you feel pretty safe in assuming his intent.

There’s a knock on the door that alerts you to his arrival, so you pop off the bed and nervously fiddle with your hands before going to answer. A look through the peephole reveals Jaehyun, holding a bottle of champagne and changed out of his uniform into a sleek button down shirt and slacks. Your mouth waters a little as you pull the door open.

“Hey,” he greets, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Your heart is a stuttering mess as you invite him in, your skin tingling where his lips touched. “I brought champagne.”

He sets the bottle on the counter and turns to face you, once again letting his eyes take in your body. The robe is short, stopping just at the tops of your thighs, and his eyes linger there for a moment before he smirks at you.

“You look pretty comfortable there,” he teases, closing the distance between you. He’s gentle when he cradles your face in his hands, searching for any signs of hesitation. But you have none, and when he presses his lips to yours, the sigh you let out is soft and airy.

Jaehyun walks you over to the bed as he kisses you, his hands sliding down your body. He squeezes your ass and trails his lips down the side of your neck, groaning at the way you feel in his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your robe. “Do you even know how sexy you are?”

He tugs on the belt of your robe until it comes undone, partially revealing the fancy underwear you’d dug up out of your suitcase to put on for him. With another pleased groan, he pushes you gently down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

“I see you dressed all pretty just for me,” he coos, tracing his fingers down from your neck to right above the waistband of your underwear. You moan, throwing an arm over your eyes in embarrassment.

Jaehyun pulls your thighs apart and runs his hands up and down your thighs, getting close but not close enough to the place where you need him to touch you. You’re sure he’s noticed the wet spot on your panties by now, but he’s only teasing you, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and ass without any intent behind it.

“Please,” you whimper after a few minutes of his torture, impossibly wet and worked up. You never thought you’d be reduced to begging for a man’s cock like this, but here you are. “Jaehyun, touch me properly.”

He lets out a little scoff, slapping your thigh. “Properly? What, this isn’t enough for you?” He drags his fingers over your clothed pussy, feather light and so frustratingly slow. “You’re a mess, you know that, right?”

Embarrassingly, you feel your cheeks turn red at his words. “Only because you’re teasing me,” you argue petulantly. Your breath hitches when he suddenly pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder, the other pulling your panties to the side.

“Fine, fine,” he relents, smirking. Jaehyun rubs two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. You bite down on your bottom lip when he sinks them into you, your hips lifting up automatically.

“How’s that?” he coos, laughing as you struggle to get more friction. But with the way he has your leg propped up, you just can’t make it happen. You groan in frustration, whimpering as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Jaehyun,” you pant, grabbing his wrist. “At least kiss me!”

He softens, leaning down to press your lips together. He licks into your mouth while he works his fingers inside of you, swallowing every moan you try to let out. You feel your orgasm approaching, your hands frantically scrambling to hold onto him.

It doesn’t take more than a few pumps before you’re clenching around his fingers, your vision whiting out. Jaehyun guides you through it with whispered praises against your lips, fighting to hide his smile.

He pulls his fingers from your pussy and gives you a devilish grin before he puts them in his mouth, licking your juices off of them. You just about come again from the sight, letting out a soft squeal as you cover your eyes.

Jaehyun grabs your hips and rolls you over on top of him, holding you above his cock as he smirks up at you. “Can you ride it?” he asks, but it sounds more like a challenge than a request. You don’t want to disappoint him, so you nod. You grab the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance, coating the head with your wetness before sinking down.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmurs, watching as he disappears inside of you. You place your hands on his chest and take a few deep breaths as you adjust to his size, feeling fuller than you’ve ever felt before.

Jaehyun reaches up and pushes your robe down your arms, sort of trapping you. You could always move your arms and take it off completely, but the idea of having your movement restricted is hot enough that you don’t.

“That’s it,” he coos up at you, pressing his fingertips to your clit and rubbing light circles on it. “Show me how bad you want it, baby.”

You groan, lifting yourself up and dropping back down onto his cock. You barely catch the scream coming out of your throat, the head grazing that spot inside you.

“Feels so good,” you slur, digging your nails into his chest. Jaehyun hisses, landing a slap on your ass In retaliation. “Fuck, right there!”

“You really just needed to get fucked, huh?” he murmurs into your ear, holding your hips down as he grinds up into you. “Look at you, so pretty and pliant for me. Like putty in my hands, yeah?” He nips at your jawline, putting more pressure on your clit. “Come on, cream around my cock, sweet thing.”

You’re losing the battle against your orgasm, your chest heaving as you try to keep your grinding rhythmic. Jaehyun reaches up and pinches one of your nipples, sending you over the edge in surprise. You shake through your high, hips jerking away from his fingers as he rubs you through it.

Jaehyun squeezes your ass with both hands as you come down, keeping you close to him as you grind in his lap. “I’m filling you up, honey,” he coos, grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a sloppy, messy kiss. True to his word, a few seconds later you feel his hot seed hitting your walls, your pussy fluttering around him with every pulse. He kisses you through the whole thing, swallowing your moans and overstimulated whimpers.

When he’s done, you collapse against his chest in a tired mess. He pulls out of you with a hiss, petting your head gently.

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #not sponsored by hyatt y'all lmao #300

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Day 2: Sangyeon

Pairing: Sangyeon x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 998

Warnings: Nipple play, dirty talk, slight humiliation, slight degradation, dry humping, praise, unprotected sex, creampie

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

Sangyeon watches you with sharp eyes as you climb into his lap and push him back against the bed. He’s not stopping you, but you start to feel a little unsure as you push his tank top up his chest. You get it up to his neck and stop, feeling strange with his eyes on you so intensely.

“Tell me again what you wanted to do?” he demands, prompting you. You look up at him nervously.

“I…” you turn your head away, embarrassment taking over. “Iwannasuckonyourtits.”

The serious look on his face flips into a mischievous one, and he pulls his tank top the rest of the way off with ease. Sangyeon flexes his pecs and smirks, but your face is still turned away in shame. He decides he can’t have that, not when such a pretty girl has flat out told him she wants his tits in her mouth.

Sangyeon grips your chin and redirects your gaze back to his, licking his lips slowly. “Don’t be shy, baby,” he urges, propping himself up on his elbows. “Get in there and suck them real good for me.”

Your mouth waters as he flexes his pecs again, automatically leaning your head towards his chest. Impatient, Sangyeon slides a hand into your hair and guides you down to his nipple. He moans loud when your tongue darts out to taste him, back arching instinctively.

You start to sit up in shock, but Sangyeon tugs your head back down. “Keep going,” he rasps, using his other hand to push his chest together for you. You feel yourself getting wet, grinding your clothed pussy against his lap. You lick at his nipple eagerly, using your free hand to play with the other one.

“Shit,” he curses, his head falling back against the pillows. Your mouth feels so good on him that he doesn’t know what to do. Sangyeon can feel you grinding in his lap and he wants to help you out too, but his brain is fried from the pleasure you’re giving him. He lifts his head briefly to watch your small fingers teasing and massaging his chest, but his cock begins to throb painfully with need. He bucks up against you and you cry out around his nipple, grabbing his chest roughly to keep your balance.

“You like having my tits in your mouth that much, huh?” he growls, grabbing your ass with both hands. He helps you grind against him, your little moans around his nipple driving him crazy. “You don’t even care about my cock, do you? You just wanna suck on these all night long.”

Your cheeks are red with embarrassment, but you’re too far gone to even care about the words Sangyeon is saying. You are a slut for his chest, you can’t even deny it. You switch your mouth to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Your small fingers massage the one not in your mouth, thumbing over the sensitive bud and grinning when you feel his body jerk.

“God I love these,” you sigh, pulling away for a second. You rub your palms slowly over his chest before going back to the stiff peaks, gently scratching your nails over them. Sangyeon just about loses his mind at that, squeezing your hips painfully hard. You’re dripping all over his sweatpants now, but you don’t think it matters to either of you.

“Can I fuck you now?” he asks, no longer able to ignore his throbbing cock. “I need to be inside you.”

You kiss his sternum and sit up, putting your thumbs into your panties and tugging them off. You throw them somewhere in the room, sitting back on his abdomen with a giggle. “How can I say no to that?”

With a growl, Sangyeon flips you over so that he’s on top. He kicks his sweatpants off hurriedly, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your soaked folds. “Look at this wet pussy, all for me,” he teases you, meeting your eyes. You look at his swollen nipples instead, already wishing they were back in your mouth.

Sangyeon sinks into you with a long, deep thrust, both of you groaning simultaneously. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him from moving while you adjust to his size, pulling him down so that you can put your mouth back on his chest.

“Fuck, you really can’t get enough of my tits, huh?” he growls, propping himself up on his elbows. You don’t respond, you just continue swirling your tongue over each of his sensitive buds. “Look how desperate you are just to have them in your mouth.”

You eventually start moving your hips back and forth, signaling to him that he can move inside you now. Sangyeon wastes no time, adjusting your body so that he can fuck you hard and fast, just the way you like it. You keep sucking on his nipples, moaning every time he hits your spot with his cockhead. The pleasure is driving both of you crazy.

“Gonna cum,” he mutters, spreading your legs apart wider. Somehow he’s sinking even deeper into you at this angle, your mouth just barely suckling on his chest now as tears fill your eyes. “You ready for me, sweet thing?”

You dig your nails into his biceps and nod frantically, your toes curling as sparks fly all throughout your limbs. You squeeze your cunt around his shaft a few times before you feel Sangyeon’s cum spraying your walls, your own orgasm following quickly. You just about melt into the pillows, your whole body like jelly as you come down from the intense high. You barely notice when he pulls out, your eyes slipping closed as you try to fight off sleep.

“Wait here, pretty girl,” he coos at you, heading to the bathroom so that he can clean the both of you up properly. But sleep takes you almost immediately, eyes closing as soon as he goes through the doorway.

#the boyz smut #sangyeon smut #tbz smut #sangyeon x reader #sangyeon fic #the boyz fic #tbz fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics

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Day 1: Beomgyu

Pairing: Beomgyu x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1087

Warnings: Begging, whining, riding, breast play, nipple sucking, hair pulling, marking, biting, dirty talk, praise, creampie

Smutmas 2023 Masterlist

“Please,” Beomgyu whimpers, hands on your bare waist. “Please sit on it.”

Normally you wouldn’t even need him to ask, but you’re tired tonight. Exhausted even, if you’re being honest. Even if he were to do all the work, you don’t think you can keep your eyes open much longer.

“Gyu,” you sigh, but he’s already pulling you down into his lap, hard length pressing against your thin panties. You jolt at the sensation, his lips kissing down your neck eagerly.

“Please, you can even go to sleep if you want. I just wanna be inside you. I won’t even move, I promise!”

You really can’t deny your boyfriend when he gets all cute and whiny like this, his eyes glossy and desperate. You push aside the exhaustion and nod your head, smiling tiredly when he squeals as you stand up.

He’s quick to push down his underwear, placing a quick kiss to your hip before he practically rips yours off as well. He’s so cute when he grabs his cock, pumping it in his hand eagerly. You wish you weren’t so tired as he guides you back into his lap; you want to see his face go slack as you bounce on his dick. But that’ll have to wait for another night.

He slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness with desperate little gasps. Beomgyu laps at your tits in his face, gently caressing your side as he slowly pushes his cock into your warmth. You let out a contented sigh as he fills you up, stilling once he bottoms out. To be honest, you didn’t really believe him when he promised you could just cockwarm him, but he’s doing a good job of holding himself back. Even if you can see his arms trembling with desire.

He sucks on your nipples to keep himself distracted, your body slumping against him as you run your fingers through his hair. Beomgyu loves to be close to you, not always in a sexual way, but he really needed you tonight. The feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his dick is the best kind of stress relief, not just for him but for you too. It had been a long and stressful week for both of you, and you needed to unwind together. Tomorrow you’ll probably take a bubble bath together, but this would work just fine for now.

“Gyu,” you whisper, a few minutes into watching him shake against you. He pulls his mouth off your tits and looks up with glossy eyes, his spaced out expression making you lose track of your thoughts for a second.

“Yeah?” he asks after a few beats of silence. You slowly shift your hips in his lap, a gasp falling out of his mouth. “Baby, please, I can’t-“ he starts, but you gently grip his chin and pull him in for a kiss.

“You can fuck me,” you tell him, letting out a small giggle. Beomgyu is slow to respond, blinking at you as he thumbs at the skin of your waist. “Come on, I thought you wanted to feel me?”

Your boyfriend growls a little, lifting you off his lap and rolling the both of you over until you’re underneath him. When he presses his cock back inside of you, you moan softly, nails scratching down his back. You still feel exhaustion tugging at your entire body, but the desire for your man is currently much stronger. You tug his hair at the nape of his neck when he hikes your leg up, angling himself deeper into your cunt.

“Knew you couldn’t resist,” he mumbles into your chest, teeth scraping over your nipple. You twist your fingers in his hair harshly and he groans, thrusting into you sharply. “There she is, there’s my girl.”

His strokes are long and deep, just how you like them. Beomgyu always takes care of you, stimulating every part of your body perfectly. He’s had years of practice, after all. You just allow yourself to lay there and take it, too tired to participate much more than you already are.

Beomgyu keeps talking you through it while he litters your chest with sloppy kisses and bites. You’ll look a mess tomorrow, but the two of you aren’t going anywhere anyway. He’ll be the only one to see the purple and red marks, likely in the mirror when you have lazy morning sex.

“Love how you let me use you like this,” he says into your ear, before capturing your lips in a wet and filthy kiss. You hum against him, your body rocking rhythmically as he pounds into you. “You must really love me, huh?”

He’s playful when he says it, smirking down at you, but you know Beomgyu so well. He needs to hear the words even if he pretends he doesn’t; your little softie boyfriend. You stroke his neck and sweetly smile up at him, always ready to say the words he needs to hear.

“I love you so much, Gyu,” you say. You mean it with all your heart, of course, and Beomgyu knows this. But it’s always nice to hear anyway, and coupled with the sight of your breasts bouncing as he fucks you, he almost blows his load right then and there.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growls, squeezing your waist in his hands. You giggle and run your hands down his chest, using your nails to scratch lightly over his abdomen. He whimpers, his hips stuttering as he feels his orgasm approaching faster than expected. He goes to pull out, only you wrap your legs around his waist and shake your head.

“Don’t,” you tell him, lips quirking up at his confused expression. “I want you to cum inside.”

Beomgyu doesn’t question his sudden luck, groaning against your tits as he thrusts once, twice, before releasing his load. It triggers your orgasm, causing you to cling to him as you ride out your highs together. You squirm at the feeling of his hot seed filling you up, a new sensation you’ve never felt before. You can’t say you hate it, especially not when he lifts his head to look at you with those glossy eyes of his.

“I started birth control,” you tell him, giggling when he kisses your chest a dozen times.

“God, how did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, just before kissing you sweetly. You twirl his hair in your fingers and smile against his lips, silently wondering the same thing.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu fic #smutmas 2023 #my fics #400

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Smutmas 2023

Featuring The Boyz, NCT and TXT. Since I failed at Kinktober, this is what I'm doing instead. I will be posting the fics once a day! (´｡• ω •｡`)

Day 1 ⇢ Beomgyu (TXT) + Cockwarming

Day 2 ⇢ Sangyeon (TBZ) + Nipple play

Day 3 ⇢ Jaehyun (NCT) + Hotel sex

Day 4 ⇢ Sunwoo (TBZ) + Riding

Day 5 ⇢ Xiaojun (NCT) + Panty sniffing

Day 6 ⇢ Younghoon (TBZ) + Thigh fucking

Day 7 ⇢ Jungwoo (NCT) + Beach sex

Day 8 ⇢ Eric (TBZ) + Hands

#smutmas 2023

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Sorry everyone, but I only have like 8 fics finished for kinktober this year (╥﹏╥)

I'm still thinking about what I want to do, like should I just space them out every few days or try to write a few more to at least get to 15...I'll figure it out soon!!

#update

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Feel It All Over

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1043

Warnings: Praise, face sitting, oral (female receiving), handjob, teasing, blowjob, hair pulling

“Baby, come here,” your man beckons you over, propped up against the headboard. His hair is still tied up from when he washed his face, little strands falling loose on either side. Johnny looks so good you almost swallow your tongue.

As soon as you get on the bed, his hands grab at your waist and he maneuvers you into his lap, a lazy smile on his face. “There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, pulling you down for a kiss. You melt instantly, your hands sliding along his shoulders.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to wander, squeezing your ass as he shifts you in his lap. You feel his length growing underneath you, your panties getting damp with your desire. There’s never a time where you don’t want Johnny’s dick inside you, and tonight is no different. All the fatigue leaves your body as your boyfriend continues to grope you, your mind getting excited about where the night is going.

Johnny suddenly slides down the bed, lifting you up until you end up sitting on his chest. His mischievous grin makes you whimper, already having an idea of what he’s planning to do with you.

“Baby,” he starts, rubbing your thighs with his big hands. “Won’t you sit on my face and let me make you feel good?”

You let out a moan, feeling yourself get even wetter at his words. He slips his hands up into your tiny little shorts, palming your ass while he waits patiently for your answer.

“Please,” you moan softly, unable to resist circling your hips on his chest. “Please, baby. Wanna feel good, want you to make me feel so, so good.”

Johnny pulls his hands out of your shorts and tugs them down quickly, helping you balance while you shimmy out of them completely. He pulls your lower half up over his face and immediately licks a fat stripe along your center, forcing a deep groan out of you.

His fingers grip your hips hard enough for bruises, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he’s eating you out like you’re the best meal he’s ever tasted in his life. Johnny’s the only one going to see them besides you anyway.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, your thighs clenching. Johnny pulls his mouth away from you with a grin, and you already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth.

“God’s not here, it’s just me, baby,” the two of you say in unison. It’s quite hard to roll your eyes with your boyfriend tongue fucking you this well, but you somehow manage, nails digging into the headboard as you struggle to maintain your balance. Johnny’s mouth is both heaven and hell, and you’re just along for the ride.

You feel your orgasm approaching fast, your breath hitching as you reach down to alert your boyfriend. You’re so winded that you can’t get the words out, but Johnny figures it out after several slaps to his forearm.

“Do it,” he urges, sounding a little desperate himself as he squeezes your ass. “Cum on my face, pretty girl.” You groan, readjusting your grip on the headboard as you grind down onto his mouth eagerly. You’re fully chasing your own orgasm now that he’s asked for it, the sounds of his tongue lapping at you filling the air.

Your boyfriend pulls you down onto his face roughly and your release comes like a crashing wave, your knuckles turning white from the force with which you hold onto the headboard. Johnny lets you ride out your high, licking you slow and deep until it’s too much and you jerk your hips up out of his reach.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, looking down to see him smirking at you. His lips and chin are covered in your juices, his hair messy against the pillow. You suck in a deep breath and roll onto the bed beside him, snuggling up to his side.

Johnny wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead, chuckling. “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes. “Are you kidding me? You just sucked the life out of me, dude.” You smirk then, running your hand down his chest. When you reach his cock, you wrap your hand around him and press your thumb into the tip, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand.

“Shit, don’t tease me,” he begs. You consider ignoring him for a second, but then you remember your orgasm and decide not to make your man suffer any longer. You shift yourself closer and spit on his cock, stroking him quickly. You turn your head and kiss him sloppily, reaching down to play with his balls while he moans into your mouth.

“Cum for me,” you tell him sweetly, before sliding down the bed and taking his cock into your mouth. Johnny groans loudly, his hand tangling in your hair almost immediately. You flatten your tongue and take him deeper into your throat, letting him hold you there.

“Gonna let me cum in your mouth?” he asks, glancing down at you. You nod as best as you can with his cock so far down your throat, humming a little. “Fuck, I love your mouth, baby.”

You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth, teasing his balls with your other hand. Johnny twitches in your mouth and yanks your hair a little harshly, keeping you on his dick. A few shallow thrusts and he’s spilling his hot cum down your throat. It’s too much for you to keep swallowing and it starts spilling out of the corners of your mouth, so he lets go of your hair and you pull off with a little cough.

“There’s so much,” you say in awe, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Johnny laughs, pulling you forward for a kiss. You immediately cringe as the cum on his thighs touches your stomach, rolling to the side.

“Let’s clean up and then we can go to bed,” your man says, getting up from the bed. He tugs on your hand, ignoring your whines. When you don’t move, he sighs and scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom as you squeal.

#nct 127 smut #nct smut #johnny smut #johnny x reader #nct johnny smut #my fics #300

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Baby, Don’t Run

Pairing: Changmin x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3765

Warnings: Fae!reader, prince!Changmin, fingering, blowjob, praise, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, breast play, nipple play, teasing, bath sex, aftercare

“Ah, I’ve caught you!” Changmin sing-songs, hopping down off his horse and walking closer to where the trap holds you. You don’t want to admit that you’ve been careless, but admitting that a human is even a little more clever than you is just out of the question entirely.

You’d heard of the young prince who was obsessed with the fae, but you had never seen him in person before. He’s a lot more handsome than you’d pictured, with fair skin and sharp looking eyes. You hate to accept that your fellow fae were right, he isn’t ugly by any means. Still, you turn your head out of principle and scoff lightly.

“You’re not going to look at me?” The prince clicks his tongue with a sigh, reaching out to grab your chin. He jerks your head back abruptly and looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He’s far too close for your liking, but the trap has you rooted to the spot, unable to lean away from his analytical gaze.

“I’m not a plaything,” you spit, trying to tear your face from his grip. It only makes the prince double down, leaning in closer until you can feel his hot breath touching your cheeks.

“No?” He chuckles a little, then plants a light kiss on your forehead. You startle a bit, not expecting him to do that. “From here, it looks a lot like you are.”

You hate how your face warms at his words. The last thing you want to do is let this human think he has any leverage here. But you can’t help the desire swirling in your belly, hot and unwanted as it may be. Maybe he’s a wizard and he’s charming you right now? You scan him with your eyes and conclude with some dismay that unfortunately, he’s just devastatingly handsome and you are extremely weak of mind.

You let your face relax, realizing there’s only one way out of this situation: you’ll have to trick him into thinking you’ll play along with his little game. Once he’s seduced, you’ll incapacitate him and slip back to the safety of your dwelling.

“Prince Changmin,” you purr, feeling a little victorious when you see his eyelids droop slightly. “Why don’t you get me out of this trap and we can have some real fun together?” You lift the hand that isn’t stuck to the tree and run it down his chest, your nails gently scratching his abs from over the fabric.

Changmin gulps, you can see it as his long neck moves. He pulls out his knife and cuts the netting away from your body, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest. The action knocks the wind out of you, but you lose all your remaining breath when he bends down and presses his lips to yours.

The plan was to seduce him and run away, but as your lips meet his, you think maybe you could have some more fun with this. You kiss him back, your hands grabbing the back of his neck for purchase.

“Wow,” he breathes when you part for air, his eyes trailing down your body. He takes in your short dress that barely leaves anything to the imagination, your long legs driving him crazy as he notices the bare skin. From his research, Changmin knew that fae liked to wear clothing that would be considered too revealing for most people. He just never considered what it would do to him if he ever met one.

Changmin’s cock is hardening in his pants as his hands wander over whatever exposed skin he can reach, dipping under your dress and squeezing your ass. You mewl into his chest, feeling wetness start to pool between your thighs.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, smirking a little. He lands a gentle spank on your ass and you groan, pressing yourself further against him. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

You tilt your head up and grab his jaw, pulling him down for another heated kiss. “Feels great,” you mumble.

Changmin laughs, his fingers pushing aside your soaked underwear. They slide between your folds easily, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth as you cling to his body for support. “So wet,” he teases, crooking his fingers up in search of that spongy spot inside you. When he finds it, the sound you let out is like music to his ears.

Okay, so your plan to one up this human is basically falling apart now. But why can’t you use him to get off before you escape? It’s not like it’s against the law to enjoy each other’s bodies, you reason with yourself.

It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers in and out of you to make your decision. Changmin can practically feel you relax in his hold, a smile forming as he kisses at your neck.

“There you are,” he coos, sucking a spot into your collarbone. You shudder against him, gasping when his thumb presses on your clit suddenly.

You lift up one of your legs and wrap it around his waist, sighing as he works you up. The feeling of his lips on your neck and his fingers in your pussy are too much; you tumble towards your orgasm quicker than you can prepare yourself for.

Changmin keeps pumping his fingers inside of you as you cum all over his hand, a tiny smirk on his face as he nips at your skin.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks when you’ve somewhat recovered a few moments later. You simply stare at him, too fucked out to speak yet.

The prince grabs the hem of your dress and lifts it over your head, his mouth watering at the sight of you in just your panties. He wants so badly to touch your breasts, but another thought crosses his mind instead.

While you’re still panting for air, you allow Changmin to push you to your knees. You look up at him with glossy eyes as he unbuttons his pants, pulling out his reddened cock and stroking it. There’s precum dripping from the head and you can’t wait to taste it. Fortunately he doesn’t make you wait long, grabbing your jaw and bumping the tip up against your lips.

“Your body looks so perfect,” he praises, leaning forward with one arm against the tree for support. You take his cock in as far as you can, wrapping your hand around the base. You can feel yourself starting to get wet again as you suck him, your thighs getting slicker and slicker every time you come back up.

A low groan slips past his lips and his hips jerk forward, burying himself deeper down your throat than you were expecting. Luckily you don’t gag right away, but you do press him back forcefully by the thighs, not wanting to have an accident.

“I’m gonna cum down your pretty little throat,” he warns you, but he doesn’t press you again to deepthroat him. You swirl your tongue around his tip, squeezing bus balls in your hand to help move him along quicker. You want him inside you now and you’re just a tiny bit impatient.

Changmin gently grabs your hair when you swallow him down again, your throat humming around his shaft. He thrusts shallowly a few times, then you taste his salty seed as it fills your mouth. It’s too much and it leaks out of the corner of your lips, down your chin and onto your breasts. When he pulls back to admire his handiwork, you swipe your fingers through it and pop them into your mouth. He thinks he might actually die from the sight of it.

Changmin helps you to your feet, and turns you around, hesitating slightly. “Is this okay? I know the tree bark is pretty rough,” he worries, rubbing your back. You glance at him over your shoulder, smiling sweetly.

“I’ll be okay,” you assure him, arching your back a little bit more. “Right now, I just really need you inside me.”

Changmin melts, surging forward to kiss you deeply. His tongue wraps around yours as he grabs your hips, pushing your panties down around your ankles. He pulls back, lining his tip up with your entrance. He teases your slit for a few moments, getting his cock wet before he pushes in smoothly. You moan into your arm, feeling every inch of him against your walls.

“I’m right here, baby,” he coos, stroking your sides. “You feel so warm and wet, squeezing me so tight.” He rains more praise down on you, his hands sliding up to play with your breasts and roll your nipples between his fingertips. “Look at how nicely you respond to my touch.”

You’re almost too overstimulated and he hasn’t even moved yet. His cock pulses inside you, getting you dizzy with pleasure. You didn’t foresee this situation turning out the way that it has, but you aren’t about to complain. Not when Changmin is making you feel this good.

He kisses down your shoulder, waiting patiently for you to tell him that he can move. Your heat is so tempting, he can barely keep from fucking into you. The last thing he wants to do is hurt or upset you though, so he reins himself in.

“Changmin,” you moan when he slides a hand around to your sensitive bud. “If you don’t move, I’m going to leave you here with balls bluer than the sea.”

It’s supposed to be a warning, but how can he take you seriously when you’re rutting back against him so desperately? There’s no real threat of you walking away until you cum, both of you know this. But the prince plays along with your silly game, smirking as he kisses under your jaw.

“Okay, princess,” he teases, pinching your bud lightly. You yelp, but it turns into a loud moan when he pulls out his cock suddenly and slams it back into you. The way his cockhead catches against your entrance is delicious, your mind going blank as he starts up a quick, deep pace.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, sweat pouring down your skin. The summer sun beats down on you both, your bodies sticking together with the humidity of the forest. You drop your head between your outstretched arms, watching where your bodies come together.

It shouldn’t be so hot, the way his cock slides in and out of your cunt like it was made for it. But your mouth goes dry as you keep watching, unable to tear your eyes from the lewd sight.

“You gonna cream my cock already?” Changmin asks, but you think it might actually be rhetorical. Your mouth hangs open, useless, as he fucks into you deeply, your hands getting scraped up from the tree bark.

You’re clenching so hard around him that Changmin has trouble keeping up his rhythm, knowing you’re on the verge of your orgasm. He reaches around to rub your clit again, loving the way you practically mewl and arch your back against him.

Your orgasm hits hard and you fight to stay standing as your knees buckle. The prince is quick to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you up as he fucks you through probably the most intense climax you’ve ever experienced. It takes several minutes for you to come back to the present after that one, your eyes glossing over slightly as you stand up straight.

“Do you want more?” Changmin asks, his hands running over your limbs as they twitch with aftershocks. You nod, throat too sore to actually speak. He flips you around so that your back is to the tree, then lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist for support.

You flinch when he rubs his cock through your puffy folds, the oversensitivity almost making you rethink having another round. But then Changmin slides into you so slowly, so carefully that you turn right back into putty in his hands. You bite at his shoulder, feeling his cum ooze out of you the further he buries his cock inside.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he encourages you. His soft voice combined with the nasty things you’re doing has your head spinning, but you can’t deny that you want to hear more.

You’re too weak to do much other than cling to him as he fucks you again, soft cries falling from your lips when he hits inside of you just the right way. Your lower half is starting to ache, but you don’t want to stop until he gives you another load, loving the way his cum fills you up until it’s spilling back out.

Changmin works hard to give you what you want, grunting with effort as he speeds up his thrusts. Your breasts bounce in front of him enticingly, so he leans down and takes your breast into his mouth, lapping at your nipple.

“Ah, Changmin!” you cry out, too much stimulation causing you to cum prematurely. You’re not ready for it at all, digging your nails into his shoulders and moaning loudly, your hips twitching wildly. Changmin cums soon after you do, filling you up again with his seed.

The squelching sound of the prince pulling his cock out a few moments later is downright disgusting, but you find yourself loving it anyway.

You stare at your ruined dress a few feet away. You certainly can’t go back to your home naked, not with the other fae nearby who might see you.

“Come home with me,” Changmin offers, holding out his hand. “I have an extra cloak in my pack that you can wear.”

You look at him in disbelief. “A cloak? In this weather?”

He smirks, his eyes raking over your naked and cum-covered body. “I’d much prefer you to stay as you are now, but I take it you don’t want everyone to see you in this state.”

You realize then that he has a point. Begrudgingly, you allow him to take out the cloak and wrap you in it, the heavy fabric already sticking to your damp skin. Changmin sneaks a hand around and grabs your ass, giggling when you slap him across the chest.

—-

Riding a horse is uncomfortable enough, but having to ride one after getting fucked in the forest might be your worst life experience yet. Your body is beyond sore by the time Changmin reaches his castle, enough so that you’re wincing when he helps you off the large animal.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, frowning slightly. “I’ll have them run a bath for you so you can recover properly.”

You cling to his arm as he addresses his chambermaids, barely able to stand up by yourself. Your pussy aches as do your legs and hands, fatigue raining down on you rapidly. It takes Changmin just a few steps to figure out that you need to be carried, and then he’s scooping you into his arms easily. If the staff find it odd you’re wearing a cloak in the dead of summer, they dare not speak it out loud.

The bath is ready by the time Changmin reaches his bedroom, the staff quickly exiting. He sets you down on your feet, pulling the cloak off immediately. With his help, you get into the steaming hot tub, sliding down until only your neck remains above water.

Changmin suddenly looks shy as he sits at the edge, offering you the various soaps he has available.

“It’s a little weird to be embarrassed now, yeah?” you tease him, soaping up your chest. Changmin stares at the swell of your breasts just barely hidden by the soapy water, his cheeks turning red.

“It’s different,” he coughs out, turning away while offering you a new sponge.

“Is that so?” You grin, leaning back against the tub. You slide the sponge slowly down between your breasts, over your stomach and between your thighs. You moan softly at the feeling of it against your spent pussy. Changmin glances at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze sticking as he watches you squirm and whine.

It only takes another second of you teasing yourself with the sponge before he grabs your wrist in the water, making you look up at him in surprise. “If you’re going to do that, I might as well join you,” he rasps, standing up suddenly.

You watch as he peels off all of his clothing layer by layer, revealing his lean body that you didn’t really get to see much of back in the forest. The sponge is forgotten, drifting to the surface as he drops his underwear to the floor. You suddenly understand what he means by it being different, as your cheeks flush with the sight of his cock slapping against his stomach.

You move to the side so he can climb in the tub with you, his arms easily pulling you into his lap. Changmin kisses down your shoulder, his cock pressing against your ass as you sigh in contentment.

“Can you go again yet?” he murmurs, nibbling at your earlobe while brushing your hair away from your neck. You can only nod, your hand sliding over his and bringing it between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, massaging your folds gently. There’s no urgency here, safe in his private bathroom in the castle. He takes his time feeling every inch of you and savoring it, committing your body to his memory.

“Your touch is amazing,” you sigh out, head dropping back against his shoulder. You watch as his other hand cups your breast, rubbing over the nipple slowly while you whine for him. You feel like you’re suspended in time, like nothing exists outside of this tub and the two of you, feeling each other’s bodies together.

Changmin parts your legs gently and lines his cock up with your entrance, guiding you down slowly. You once again feel full, panting and moaning while he takes his sweet time bottoming out. Now that he’s got you here, in his home, he isn’t willing to let you go so easily.

“Y/N,” he whispers right into your ear, his hand sliding down to rub at your clit. You crane your neck to look up at him, your expression almost too far gone in pleasure. “You feel so nice around me.”

You kiss him, slowly swirling your hips. His cockhead bumps against your spot in just the right way, leaving you gasping into his mouth. 

“What a sweet little thing you are,” he says fondly. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips open wider around his cock, watching as he disappears inside of you. “All for me, ready to take my load whenever I want.”

It’s true, you’ve come to realize. You don’t want to run from Changmin anymore; you’d rather stay here, in his arms, with his cock pressed deep inside of you like it’s where it’s meant to be. You think maybe you ought to tell him this, but your body has other plans first.

“Gonna cum,” you sigh, arching your back until your breasts come out of the water. Changmin cups one in his hand and twists your nipple, helping you along.

A few more slow thrusts and you’re coming again, squeezing hard and uncontrollably around his cock. Changmin cums inside of you for the third time that day, unable to resist the way you milk him dry. You collapse against his chest, too spent for anything else

The water goes cold before you feel Changmin move beneath you, his face apologetic when you turn to look up at him. “I’m getting a leg cramp,” he admits sheepishly, scratching at his neck.

You can’t help but giggle, sliding off his lap. “I want to get up, but I really can’t move,” you explain.

Changmin gets up out of the tub; you can’t help but stare at his ass until he picks up a towel and wraps it around his waist. He then turns back, helps you stand up and get out of the tub, quickly wrapping you in the fluffy fabric. Your heart swells a little as he carefully dries you off, planting another unexpected kiss on your forehead.

“Come, let’s go to bed,” he says, taking your hand in his. He leads you out to his bedroom, a silk robe laid out for each of you on the large bed.

“I can’t accept this,” you gasp, but Changmin takes the towel from your body and helps you into the robe. He ties it around your waist, but it’s loose enough that he can still see right down the valley of your breasts, the sight making his cock twitch in interest. Damn, will he ever be satiated when it comes to you?

“You’re my guest and I want you to have the finest things while you’re here with me,” he says, like that’s the long and the short of it. And it is, you realize, as he discards his towel and puts on his own robe. There’s no room for arguing with this hardheaded prince.

Changmin grabs your hand again and leads you to the bed, pushing you down onto it gently. You find your breath hitching, almost hoping he’ll climb on top of you and ravish you again. But he just lays you back against the plush pillows, pulling the sheets up over your stomach before going around to the opposite side of the bed.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous when he climbs in beside you; the man has seen you naked and covered in cum, but this is what makes your heart skip a beat? How ridiculous.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice Changmin until his hand cups your face, turning your head to the side so he can look at you directly.

“Will you stay here with me?” he whispers, his big eyes staring at you with something unreadable. No, it’s actually very readable; you’re just not sure you’re ready to accept what it is just yet. But you do know one thing, and that’s that you don’t necessarily want to leave him just yet. There’s so much more you have to learn about humans, about the prince - about your prince. You are certainly not ready to give him up yet, whatever that may entail. So you stroke your fingers along his cheek, eyes soft as you learn forward to kiss him.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

#the boyz smut #tbz smut #q smut #changmin smut #q x reader #my fics #100

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Love Come Take Me

Pairing: Haechan x female reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: 2568

Warnings: Comfort, teasing, spanking, breast play, nipple play, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise, hair pulling, begging, unprotected sex

Donghyuck knows by the look on your face that you’ve had enough. You’re overstimulated and ready to snap, and not in the fun way that he likes. He silently tosses the remote on the coffee table and gets up, walking over to you quickly. You’ve just gotten your shoes off when his arms wrap around you, your body practically melting at his touch.

You hate yourself for it, but hot tears immediately start flowing down your cheeks, like a dam breaking.

“Shh,” he coos into your hair, patting the back of your head gently. “It’s okay, you can let it out.”

Donghyuck has never been great with other people crying in front of him. Words often don’t help people in that state, and since words are what he does best, he feels like he can never comfort people properly. But since dating you, Donghyuck feels like he’s gotten better at it. It’s not that you cry a lot more than other people, but the silent comforting comes easier to him now. All he knows is that he hates seeing you crumble like that, and he will do anything to make it go away.

You breathe raggedly in his hold, calming yourself down. When you tilt your head up a few moments later, Donghyuck lightly presses his lips to yours. You feel so safe with him, your heart melting once again as he strokes the side of your neck with his fingers.

“I love you,” you tell him seriously, reaching for his free hand and lacing your fingers together. “Really, really, really a lot.”

Donghyuck beams at that, surging forward to kiss your forehead. “I know, baby,” he says, that teasing tone coming back to his voice a little bit now that you’re no longer upset. He brings your linked hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of yours, pulling you flush against him with his hand at your neck. “I love you too, more than anything.”

It’s sweet, and you can feel the mood starting to change to a hotter one. It’s inevitable with someone like Donghyuck who just oozes charisma. But you can’t ignore the words he just said, cocking your head to the side slightly.

“Lee Donghyuck loves me more than singing?” You shake your head in disbelief. “There’s no way that’s true.”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes at you, locking his hands together at the small of your back. “Excuse me for trying to be romantic,” he huffs cutely. Your heart almost explodes with affection for him, your smile clear as day when you grab his cheeks and give him a kiss.

You feel his switch flip, hands grabbing your forearms for support as he takes even more from you. His tongue is hot when it slips into your mouth, his touch even hotter as he feels up your body.

“Donghyuck,” you breathe, just as a warm hand slides under your shirt. “We’re still in the living room.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, then before you know it, he’s got you tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He starts heading towards your shared bedroom, ignoring your wiggling and indignant noises.

“Donghyuck!” you wail, just after he lands a gentle spank on your ass. It really isn’t that painful, but the shock of it makes you react the same anyway.

“What is it, baby?” he teases, rubbing his palm over the same area. “Did it hurt?”

You can only moan as he gropes your ass, squeezing and pinching the flesh through your jeans. Too soon, you’re inside your bedroom and he’s placing you down on the bed, his eyes taking you in.

You’re impatient, so you quickly unbutton your jeans and shove them down to your knees, sliding a hand into your panties. You barely get to swipe through your folds before Donghyuck suddenly springs into action.

“Who told you to start without me?” he growls, climbing over top of you. Your hand is ripped away from your core, making you cry out.

Donghyuck looks down at you with a smirk, unbuttoning your shirt with his free hand. He gets frustrated about halfway through, refusing to let go of your hand long enough to finish it properly. With a barely apologetic grunt, he rips the shirt open and sends buttons flying into every corner.

“Don’t,” he says immediately, reaching for your chest with his free hand. You moan as he cups your breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling around your nipple before switching to the other side. Not wearing a bra today because you felt lazy was paying off more than you’d thought. “I’ll replace it.”

You weren’t even thinking about the shirt, honestly. You were more impressed by his need for you being so strong that he couldn’t wait an extra few seconds.

You sit up slightly and shimmy out of the ruined shirt, leaving you in just your camisole. Your nipples are so stiff as they stand at attention, Donghyuck’s eyes fixed on them.

You cup his face in your hand and kiss him softly, still overwhelmed with your feelings of love and safety. Even with wetness pooling between your thighs, those are still the first things you feel. You could go anywhere, do anything this man asked of you.

“You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he groans, cupping both hands around your breasts again. You suck in a jagged breath as he teases you, leaning down to kiss at your neck. Donghyuck loves how you react to his touch, all your whimpers and whines sounding like music to his ears.

Finally, he slides a hand down your side and towards the front of your panties. They’re soaked through by now, and it forces him to suck in a sharp breath as he rubs your folds through the damp fabric.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says in awe, meeting your eyes. He slides the fabric to the side and touches you directly, your hips jerking slightly. You just stare back at him, lost in the sensations of his fingers.

“Always,” you reply, and Donghyuck suddenly leaps into action. He sits up quickly and tugs your panties and jeans all the way off, throwing them somewhere in the room. Next, he grabs your thighs and spreads your legs so he can fit between them, scooting up until he’s face to face with your dripping entrance. He looks up at you briefly, then grins a little.

“I wanna taste you,” he says, hitching one leg over his shoulder. Your mouth goes dry as he starts kissing up your thigh, head falling back into the pillows as you shudder at the feeling of his plush lips on your skin.

Donghyuck wastes almost no time, licking a stripe up your folds. He presses his thumb to your clit, making sure to keep your legs open as you try to snap them shut around his head.

“Calm down,” he tells you with a grin, smacking your thigh gently. You whine in response, reaching for his head and sliding your fingers into his hair. “See? Go on and hold onto me.”

You melt all over again; Donghyuck knows you like the back of his hand. You feel tears coming again, but this time, they’re happy ones. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, looking down at where his mouth is still on you.

Donghyuck eats you out like you’re the finest restaurant meal in the world, and to him, you just might be. You always taste sweet to him, he can never get enough. Even as your thighs tremble, he quickly brings you to the edge with his mouth and fingers, determined to make you cum on his tongue.

“That’s it,” he coos at you, stopping momentarily to kiss your inner thigh. His fingers rub at your clit with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing you to your orgasm step by step. “Now cum on my face, baby.”

He barely has time to reattach his lips to your pussy before you’re coming hard, your breath shaky as he works you through it. Donghyuck cleans you up after with his tongue, then lowers your leg from his shoulder. You look down at him, turned on all over again at the sight of your juices spread across his lips and chin, even a bit on his nose.

“You’re so good to me,” you tell him, motioning him up for a kiss. You stroke your fingers over his cheek as you taste yourself on him, moaning when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

He reaches for the hem of your camisole and wordlessly tugs it up over your head, sighing when your breasts are finally exposed. Donghyuck leans down and attaches his lips around the right nipple, his fingers teasing the opposite side. The sensations are too much right after your orgasm, so you whine and gently try to push his head away. The man doesn’t let up though, silencing you with his intense gaze.

“Let me have my treat,” he says, and you roll your eyes a little.

“It wasn’t enough for me to cum on your face?” you ask, but you don’t really mean it. You tremble a little as he pinches your nipple a bit harshly.

“No,” he answers simply, and then puts his mouth back on you.

In all honesty, you love his fixation on your chest. It’s always the first thing that draws his attention, whether you’re totally covered up or wearing something a bit risqué. Donghyuck’s eyes never fail to gravitate towards your breasts, at any given time of day. It works out for you too, having an extremely sensitive chest.

You run your hands through his hair, digging into his scalp just slightly when he gently scrapes his teeth over your nipple. You’re already worked up again, your pussy dripping onto the sheets.

“Please,” you whine, watching in dismay as he switches his mouth to the other side. As nice as this feels, you would rather have him inside you.

Donghyuck props himself up on one elbow and smirks, trailing his fingers down to your entrance. “Since you asked so nicely,” he teases, just before sinking two fingers into your pussy.

You throw an arm over your eyes, hips lifting slightly as you try to chase the feeling. It’s not enough for you in your desperate state, you need his cock.

It feels like forever when he pulls out his fingers, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down along with his underwear. Next he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing more of his beautiful skin to you. His tip is a delicious shade of red when his cock slaps against his stomach, precum dripping from the head as he lazily strokes it. You never get tired of seeing his fingers wrapped around his shaft, his gaze on you as he jerks himself to full hardness.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, lining his cockhead up with your entrance. He rubs it through your fluids, occasionally going over your clit and watching as you shake for him. “Words, please.”

You grab the backs of your knees and spread your legs wider, your mouth watering as he hovers over you. “Yes,” you tell him breathlessly.

It takes a second for him to move, but when he finally does sink into your body, the moan that comes from you is so, so loud. Donghyuck stays still, fully sheathed inside you as your walls clench and unclench around him.

“Let me know when,” he urges you, hands stroking your face lovingly. Your heart swells right along with your pussy, reaching up to kiss him deeply.

You feel his cock twitch inside you and you huff out a laugh, your hands sliding down his back soothingly. “You can move now, baby,” you say with a smile.

Donghyuck sets the pace easily; long, slow thrusts that hit so deep inside of you that your moans turn guttural. Your fingers tug at the hair near the nape of his neck, your legs wrapping around him like a koala.

He feels his cock dragging against your walls on every thrust, grunting as his balls tighten with each slap against your ass. Donghyuck wants this to last long, wants to bring you to another orgasm. But your body wraps around him so well, he’s not sure if he’s going to make it.

With great effort, he slows his thrusts even more, just barely moving at all. He’s just rocking against you at this point, your little whimpers making him hot all over. You really make the most beautiful noises in bed and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over it.

You get impatient again, clenching your walls around him repeatedly until he looks at you sternly.

“Baby,” he sighs, like he’s scolding you. “Don’t do that, I want you to cum first.”

You turn your head defiantly. “So what?”

You aren’t prepared for when he grabs your chin, staring down at you. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow my load,” he growls. You shiver a little; the thought of disobeying is tempting, but you can save that for another day. Today, you want whatever Donghyuck is offering to you.

You lay still and wait patiently, shivering as your boyfriend rubs his hands all over your body. His palms are warm as he gropes your tits, squeezes your ass, smacks your thighs. You’re dripping around him by now, just totally desperate to cum. And worst of all, he knows it, judging by the smirk on his face.

“You gonna cum?” he teases you, pressing a thumb to your clit. You can’t help but shout at the sudden direct stimulation. “Cum around me then, pretty girl.”

Your body shakes as your release washes over you, Donghyuck cooing at you the whole time. He can’t hold on as your walls milk his cock, pulsating like crazy as you ride out your high. Ropes of his cum fill you up, your body starting to thrash as the overstimulation hits. Donghyuck has to wrestle you flat to the bed, pulling his leaking cock out of you.

“Holy shit,” you gasp after a few moments. Your ass is still laying in the now cooling puddle of cum, uncomfortable, but you can’t get the energy up to move.

Donghyuck jerks the last few drops of his cum onto your stomach, then drags your lower half sideways so you’re laying on a clean part of the bed. He then rolls beside you. “That was something,” he sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You snort out a laugh, rubbing your fingers through his hair. “That’s one way to put it, I guess,” you decide. You watch as Donghyuck drags his fingers through the cum on your stomach, then feeds it to you by sliding his fingers into your mouth.

“Hot,” he says with a wink, cackling when you slap his chest. “What? It is!”

You pull off his fingers with a pop, shaking your head. “Degenerate,” you huff half heartedly, planting a kiss on his puffy lips.

“Nah, you love me though,” he snorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Despite your wriggling, he successfully pulls you onto his chest and kisses the top of your head.

“That I do,” you sigh, like it isn’t the absolute best thing in the world to be loved by Lee Donghyuck. “That I do.”

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haechan smut #haechan x reader #my fics #i love this man so much and i am not sorry #800

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Nobody Here Can Stop Us

Pairing: Soobin x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2491

Warnings: Prince AU (that makes no sense really lol), masturbation (male), begging, handjob, blowjob, switch Soobin, switch reader, Soobin comes on her face, fingering, praise, nipple play, teasing, riding, hint of a bulge kink, exhibitionism, slight degradation, slight possessiveness, unprotected sex

It’s not that Soobin is stupid, far from it actually. But the Queen had insisted as soon as he was old enough that the King appoint their second eldest child with an advisor to help him navigate the political world. The King heavily favored the crown prince, Yeonjun, and the Queen did not want her son to fall out of favor for the son of a concubine. And lucky for you, you’d been chosen for the job.

You’d been by Soobin’s side since he was thirteen, teaching him the rules and etiquette of the court. Not much older than him, the two of you essentially grew up together, of course a little faster than either of you would have liked. But at least you were in it together.

Currently, Soobin sits in his office, eyebrows drawn together as he studies a map of some mountains in the southern region. His younger brother, Beomgyu, had discovered some desirable mineral resources there and suggested an expedition to investigate the viability of mining them for the kingdom. Soobin was the deciding factor, being in charge of the reserve soldiers.

You sit on the window perch, twirling your quill absentmindedly. How long does one need to study a map, anyway? You glance towards the desk with a slight frown, boredom creeping up with each passing second.

“Have you made your decision yet?” you huff, standing up and walking over to the prince’s desk. Soobin lifts his head, the frown lines on his face smoothing out as he grins at you. You ignore the little jump in your heartbeat, waiting for his response.

“I’m not sure. The minerals might be worthwhile, but the mountain path likely hasn’t been cleared for several years and it might be dangerous to travel on. I don’t want any of the reserve soldiers to get injured unnecessarily, after all.”

You smile, proud of your prince for thinking so thoroughly through the options. He’s come a long way from when you first joined him, back when he was just a naive prince from a rich and noble family. Now he thought of all his subjects equally, worried about them like they were his own flesh and blood. He made for a good leader.

You lean against the desk beside him, reaching out to smooth down a stray hair on his head. Soobin turns his chair towards you and tugs at your hand, making you step closer until you’re right between his spread legs.

“What do you think, my dear advisor?” he whispers, resting his hands on your hips. You pretend to think about it as he pulls you into his lap, the hard press of his cock against your ass almost distracting you.

“I think you should approve the expedition,” you tell him, one hand trailing down his chest. His shirt is unbuttoned a bit due to the summer air, so he shivers at your touch. “But only allow half of the reserve soldiers to go. That way, if there are any injuries, it won’t totally wipe out the entire army.”

Soobin nuzzles his head against your stomach, sighing deeply. “I knew you’d have a solution,” he says, looking up at you like you hung the moon yourself. “My pretty and sweet advisor always knows the right answer.”

You giggle at his words as he starts to undo his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. It’s filthy that he’s bare from the waist down inside his office, where just about anyone could walk in and see you two. But it doesn’t stop the arousal from swirling deep in your belly, especially when he wraps a hand around his cock and starts tugging it.

“Do you want some help with that?” you purr, eyes fixed on the precum dribbling from his pink tip. Soobin seems a little distracted, biting his lip as he groans out loud.

“Please,” he begs quietly, and you’re on your knees before him in a second. You push his hand away and wrap your own around him, ignoring his needy whine in favor of licking his cockhead. You take him deeper into your mouth, your hand stroking the part that doesn’t fit. Your jaw is already spread so wide you know it will ache tomorrow, but it’s a small price to pay when you get to see the prince like this.

“More,” he urges, reaching down to grab your hair. You glare up at him until he releases you, pulling off of his dick with a frown.

“Did you forget I’m in charge now?” you ask, squeezing the base of his shaft a little too roughly. He whimpers, head shaking back and forth quickly. “That’s what I thought.”

You take him back into your mouth again, all the way down your throat this time. You swallow around the prince, your hand cupping and squeezing his balls as he moans endlessly. His thighs start to tremble and you know that he’s close, so you hum around him to help him finish.

“I’m-“ he huffs with effort, hand reaching out for you but stopping himself just in time. “Gonna cum!”

You grin, pulling back off him. You jerk him fast and hard over your open mouth, and after a few seconds, hot white fluid splashes against your tongue. It also lands on your cheeks and chin, some even getting on your tunic. At least that’s white, you think to yourself.

Soobin looks down at you, fucked out expression making your panties even wetter than they already are. You stand up, licking the cum off your face and grinning.

“Come here,” he rasps, your eyebrows raising. “Please.”

You obey him for once, allowing him to untie your trousers and push them to the floor. You step out of them easily and he grabs your ass in his hands, bringing you closer. He nuzzles his face against your clothed pussy, sighing contentedly as he breathes in the scent of your arousal. You watch him carefully to see what he’ll do, not used to letting him have control like this.

“Can you sit in my lap?” the prince asks you, head tilting up to meet your eyes. He looks so innocent while asking for such a dirty thing; it makes your head spin. You nod carefully, and Soobin wastes no time removing your soaked underwear for you.

Taking your hand in his, he guides you onto his lap. The feeling of his bare cock against your folds is new; the two of you have fooled around before, but this is the first time you’ve gone this far together. He feels warm.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he tells you, moving some hair away from your forehead. The humidity is getting to you now, the fabric of your tunic sticking to your skin.

“Really?” You cock your head to the side, adjusting yourself in the prince’s lap. His groan leaves you giggling, until he reaches beneath your tunic and swipes his long fingers through your wetness. “Oh.”

Soobin snickers at your change in demeanor. “Yeah, oh. Your pussy’s been waiting too, it seems.”

You want to put him back in his place, but it’s hard to take control when he’s stroking you so good. His fingertips are slightly rough from his years of archery, but they feel nice touching you like this. You don’t want him to stop.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he whispers, sliding his other hand up your tunic until he’s got a nipple between his fingertips. You don’t know where he learned female anatomy from, because it certainly wasn’t you, and now you’re at the mercy of whatever skills he’s picked up.

“Yes,” you agree, arching into his touch. The prince grins wickedly, another expression you aren’t used to seeing on him. You like it, though.

Soobin pulls his fingers away from your pussy, ignoring your whines. He cups a hand around the back of your neck and brings you down for a kiss, tongue pressing past your lips almost immediately. You moan into his mouth as he pinches your nipple, rolling your hips against his lap.

“Sit on it for me,” he whispers as he pulls away. You choke a bit on his words, but you waste no time in positioning yourself above his cock. He rubs the head through your wet folds, then over your clit, teasing you by dipping the tip inside before pulling back.

Getting impatient, you grab his shaft yourself and sink down onto him. The moan he lets out is guttural, and you almost worry for a second that the guards posted outside of his office have heard you.

“My advisor looks so pretty sitting on my cock,” the prince coos as he looks up at you. His hands tug at the edge of your tunic, pushing it up until he can see where he’s buried inside your cunt. “You’re so full of me, you know?”

You do know. Soobin’s cock stretches you out, more than your own fingers ever have. It’s to be expected, but it still leaves you in awe. You touch your stomach gently, feeling where his cockhead is. It makes you shudder in anticipation.

“Ride it,” he commands you, grabbing your hips. You don’t know when the dynamic changed between you, but once again you find yourself obeying his orders. You lift your hips up, leaving just the head inside you before sinking back down, a loud moan escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” you whisper, unable to resist grinding your clit against his pelvis. Soobin laughs at your desperation, but doesn’t stop you. It’s so hot to see you need him in this way, so against your normal calm and collected persona. It turns him on even more.

“You’re doing great,” he tells you, watching as you lift yourself up again. “Taking me so well.” You sink down faster this time, crying out when his cockhead hits your cervix a little too roughly.

“Oh my god,” you moan, laying your sweaty forehead against his shoulder. You ride him shallowly for a few seconds, your walls fluttering around his cock. You’re so lost in pleasure that you miss the knock on his office door, your face contorting in shock when the crown prince strolls into the room.

Soobin, to his credit, quickly spins the chair so you’re facing away from Yeonjun. Your cheeks flush as you try to scramble off his lap, but the second prince grips your hips tightly, keeping his cock buried in your cunt. Yeonjun chuckles from across the room, leaning against a bookshelf as he meets your eyes over his brother’s shoulder.

“Ah, I didn’t think you were such a slut, brother,” he teases, though you understand the words are actually meant for you. You’ve never really interacted much with the crown prince, seeing as you were Soobin’s advisor, so you’re embarrassed to find yourself dripping just from his words. Soobin notices too, smirking to himself as he feels your juices oozing around his cock.

“Maybe you should wait for a response after you knock, rather than just barging in here,” Soobin scolds him. He’s moving you slowly in his lap, but there’s no way Yeonjun doesn’t know what’s going on. He’s staring right at you; he sees every roll of your eyes as his brother fucks up into you.

It’s wrong - it’s so filthy - but it still doesn’t stop you from moaning, your eyes falling shut from the pleasure of being fucked open and watched.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Yeonjun groans, snaking a hand into his trousers. You wish you could see him stroking his cock, but you already have two of the three princes in the room offering you different kinds of pleasure. You shouldn’t get too greedy.

“You like that he’s watching us?” Soobin whispers into your ear. You can only nod, your arms loosely hanging around his neck. He’s doing all of the work now, you having slumped in his lap to watch Yeonjun. “You should give him a better show than that, baby.”

He’s not wrong, you decide, bracing yourself on his thighs. You start riding Soobin once more, but you keep your eyes locked on the crown prince, mouth watering as you notice the wet spot forming on the front of his trousers.

“Yeonjun,” you purr, too turned on to worry about the implications of dropping his title. He pushes off the bookcase and comes closer, stopping at the other side of the desk.

“Turn the chair around,” he rasps, and surprisingly, Soobin listens to him. Your tunic is still pushed up over your hips, exposing your ass to the crown prince. He sighs deeply, drinking in the view before him.

“Like what you see?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder. It’s obvious he does, judging by the hiss he lets out as he jerks his cock faster.

Soobin grabs your head and brings you in for a kiss, thrusting up into you roughly. He’s getting tired of being forgotten when he’s the one with his cock buried inside you right now. His older brother gets everything, but you’re his advisor, and right now, his cocksleeve. He won’t lose you to Yeonjun as well.

“Shit,” you hiss, clenching your pussy around the second prince’s cock. “Gonna cum if you keep that up, Soob.”

Yeonjun barks out a laugh at the pet name, but the two of you are actively ignoring him now. It’s hard to pay attention when Soobin is licking into your mouth, his fingers sliding between you to pinch your clit.

“Go ahead and cum around me,” he tells you with a smirk. “Show Yeonjun who you belong to.”

You collapse against his chest as your orgasm hits, your body trembling. It shocks you that it only took two sentences to bring you over the edge, even more so that Soobin could deliver them so well. Your pulsating walls drag the second prince over the edge as well, spilling his hot load inside of your pussy.

By the time you come down, you remember Yeonjun is in the room as well. You glance over your shoulder only to bite back a laugh; the crown prince, next in line to the throne, has come in his pants.

The older prince glowers at you. You might have found it threatening before, but now he’s just a young man that’s gotten off to you…well, getting off. Soobin hooks his chin over your shoulder and grins lopsidedly at his brother; he’s finally won against him, and it feels better than any political victory ever could.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” he grumbles, untucking his tunic to try and cover his embarrassment. When the door clicks shut behind him, Soobin plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

“My beautiful, perfect, sexy advisor,” he coos, peppering kisses all over your face. You try to squirm away, but his arms are like steel around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere yet, baby.”

#txt smut #soobin smut #soobin x reader #soobin fic #soobin imagine #txt fic #hello i guess my brain produced this #it was for a friend lol #my fics #300

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so, in the topic of translated fanfics in wattpad, i found this book & this book with a bunch of fanfics translated to spanish. they're on different accounts but they're the same person

so far i have only been able to recognise two pieces by @tasteleeknow (i'm at work and i can't deep dive into the thing)

this behavious is absolutely disgusting and disrespectful. i have reached out to the person but... yeah. don't be like this people

#omg 😳 #thank you for tagging me bc i don’t even use wattpad #this is crazy

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Get a Little Closer

Pairing: San x female reader, Hongjoong x female reader, Seonghwa x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4,667

Warnings: Public sex, teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, fingering, blowjob, handjob, breast play, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, deep throating, biting, alcohol consumption but everyone is consenting

Most days, you don't regret staying friends with your ex’s friends. Though things didn’t work out between you and Yunho, the friendships you’d gained during the time you were together were much too strong to give up on. But then there were days like today where you were reminded just how terrible an idea this actually was in practice.

“Come on,” San coos at you, patting his lap. The club was crowded and you’d just arrived, complaining about having nowhere to sit because none of the boys had remembered to save you a seat. At least Jongho had the decency to look apologetic about it. “I’ll let you sit on my knee, like Santa.”

Despite your best efforts to ignore him, your eyes drop to his lap for a second. You shake your head, mentally scolding yourself before reaching out and slapping his chest. “San, it’s not even Christmas anymore,” you sigh. “Stop being weird.”

You’ve decided to just stand next to your group at the table, grinning as Seonghwa flags down a waiter and orders your usual Moscow mule for you. But it seems like San has other plans, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you between his legs. You glance back just in time as he pulls you down into his lap, his strong arm locking around your waist to keep you in place.

Hongjoong eyes you two from across the table and shakes his head, grinning to himself. You struggle for a moment before you realize there’s no way San is letting go of you, his nose nuzzling against your hair as he leans next to your ear to speak.

“Have you been naughty this year?” he whispers, squeezing your hip. “Or were you a good girl?” He shifts you in his lap slightly and you feel his dick poking you through his slacks and your thin dress, your mouth going dry.

See, after you and Yunho ended things, you’d made a pact with yourself to not get involved with anyone else in the friend group. Your dynamic was already off balance from dating him, and you didn’t want to lose a good group of friends by making things messy. So as hot as the other guys were, you’d marked them as off limits in your mind. This had been working well for you so far…except San seemed to take it as a personal challenge, having tried every dirty trick in the book to get you in his bed. It was certainly hard to resist, with his smooth voice and sultry stare always focused on you during every hang out.

You gulp, turning your head quickly towards the rest of the table. Jongho was talking about something relating to his work; you were really trying to focus, but San was trailing his hand up your inner thigh, so really your brain was already mush at that point.

“Not gonna answer me, huh?” he whispers, just as his fingertips reach your covered slit. Much to your embarrassment, there’s already a significant damp spot on the fabric. San smiles against your neck, pressing down and making you gasp suddenly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Yeosang asks, glancing at you with concern. Mingi also looks concerned, his sweet face slightly scrunched up. You wave them off with a weak grin.

“Everything’s fine, it’s just a little hot in this place,” you assure them. You take off your jacket to seem more convincing, laying it over your lap so at least nobody will see San’s hand under your dress now.

Yeosang nods and turns back to his conversation with Mingi, while San laughs in your ear. He’s pulled your dress up over your hips under your jacket so now your entire lower half is at his mercy. He sneaks his fingers under the hem of your panties and pulls them to the side, stroking gently through your wetness. You want to moan so bad, but you don’t think you can handle the embarrassment.

“San, stop,” you whisper, hoping it’ll be enough to convince him. “Not here.” You look over your shoulder to see him smirking back at you, just as he pulls his fingers away from your pussy and licks your juices off of them. You think your face is redder than a tomato at this point.

“Only naughty girls let themselves get felt up in the club like this,” he says, adjusting you on his lap again so that you feel his dick hardening underneath you. “Give me one good reason not to have you sit on my cock right here.”

At this point you’re not sure you even have a good reason, biting your lip to hold in your moans. But then your drink arrives at the table, Seonghwa leaning across you to tip the pretty waitress with a sultry grin.

“Thanks again,” you tell him as you grab the glass and take a huge sip. Your friend laughs as you suck down more than you normally would in one go, smirking to himself.

San’s hand slips under your dress again and you almost choke when he buries two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. They’re still wet from his saliva, but you’re wet enough that it doesn’t even matter, your hand shaky as you put your glass back down.

“So wet,” he purrs in your ear, making you melt in his lap. You don’t even care about being in public anymore, you’re ready to sit on his dick right this second. You start grinding your hips in little circles, feeling triumphant when San grunts a little too loudly.

“Don’t crush his balls, Y/N,” Jongho teases, tossing back his martini. You chuckle nervously, halting your movements as you remember where you are. You wait a few seconds until the table relaxes back into their conversations, then you glance over your shoulder and nod towards the bathroom.

San smirks, shaking his head. He leans next to your ear and pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily, curling them just enough so that he’s barely scraping that spongy spot inside of you. “I think I should fuck you right here, where everyone can see how naughty you’ve been,” he tells you, nipping at your earlobe.

You smack his chest half heartedly, slumping against him. His arm is still holding you securely in his lap, so you can only grind your hips a little bit while he fingers you. You wish he would’ve at least taken you to the bathroom; even if the two of you leaving the table would be more obvious, there’s at least an element of privacy.

You realize you’re about to come when San suddenly pulls his fingers out and shifts you into his knee, working with one hand to take his cock out of his slacks. You clutch your jacket tightly so it doesn’t fall off your lap and expose the two of you, fighting back a mewl.

San slides his tip along your folds, teasing you until you get impatient and sink down on his cock yourself. You don’t get very far with him holding your hips so tightly, but it’s enough that he shouts in surprise, drawing the attention of the rest of the table.

“You good?” Hongjoong asks, smirking. You’re not stupid enough to think he’s not aware of what’s happening right now, but you’re hoping he’s not about to expose you to everyone else. You go to speak, only for San to pull you down fully onto his cock, your words dying in your throat.

“Yeah man,” San says with a grin. He’s stroking your hips soothingly, but you just want to pinch him for being such a little shit right now. “She just sat on me a little wrong.”

“Mhm,” Seonghwa comments, glancing sideways at the two of you. His eyes fall to your jacket for a second and he smirks, hiding it behind his wine glass. Yeah, he definitely knows too. So much for being subtle, you sigh.

San waits for their attention to be diverted again before he lifts you up slightly, his tip dragging along your walls. You want to scream from the delicious friction, but you just let your head drop forwards as he fucks you slowly in his lap.

“For someone who was so embarrassed a few minutes ago, you’re certainly being obvious now,” San whispers with a chuckle. He’s right, but you’re too cock drunk right now to have a comeback ready. You’re mindlessly swirling your hips in his lap, only focused on getting off. You don’t even care if the rest of the table figures out what’s going on at this point.

San realizes you’re not responding and focuses on getting both of you off, thrusting up into you even harder. He reaches around you to grab his glass of whiskey, taking a sip like it’s nothing. You eye your mule and debate whether you can take a drink without spilling all over yourself, ultimately deciding it’s a bad idea.

“Are you close?” San whispers, his hand dipping beneath your jacket and pressing into your clit. You jolt against his hand and nod, so he starts rubbing quick circles against the sensitive nub. “Come on, cum around me, baby.”

You sigh under your breath and rock against his hand. It doesn’t take you much longer before you’re cumming over his cock and fingers, trying not to shudder too violently in his lap. He cums right after, filling you up with his seed until it’s spilling down your thighs. His slacks are definitely ruined now and so are your panties, but you can only focus on catching your breath as he tucks himself away and pulls your underwear back over your spent pussy. You swallow the rest of your mule in one gulp, smacking the copper cup a little too hard on the table.

“I’m a little tired,” you find yourself saying, wiping your forehead. “I think I’m gonna call it a night and go home.” You try to slip off of San’s lap, but your legs are like jello and you almost fall when you do.

“Whoa!” Hongjoong shouts, catching you at the last second. He looks concerned at first, but then he’s smirking at you and you gulp. Yeah, you’ve definitely been caught. He helps you to your feet, but keeps his hand on your elbow. “Do you need a ride home?”

You shake your head. “No, and none of you should be driving anyway, seeing as we all drank.” You slip your jacket on and adjust your purse on your shoulder, turning just in time to see San and Seonghwa standing up.

“I think we’re going to head home too,” Seonghwa explains. He smirks at you the same way Hongjoong did and you swallow nervously. Had he seen anything? You were sure your jacket had been covering your lap the whole time, but you don’t like the look on his face.

San grabs your wrist gently and you look into his eyes. There’s that devilish expression again, making your heart thump in excitement. “Let’s get you home, we can all take an Uber together.”

Your thighs are still sticky with cum, but you let San and the others walk you to the curb outside, Hongjoong calling the Uber on his phone. You feel uneasy with your three friends glancing at you so often, but you figure they’re just going to tease you about what they saw at the table. You don’t expect Seonghwa sliding his hand down your ass and squeezing, making you knock into Hongjoong.

“So you two were having fun earlier, huh?” Seonghwa says, fiddling with the hem of your dress. You look at him in shock, but you don’t move to stop him. “Why’d you leave us out?”

“Yeah,” Hongjoong purrs, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “What if we want to play too?” You look at him while Seonghwa sneaks his hand under your dress and pinches your butt. San stands off to the side with a grin, watching his friends feel you up.

“What?” you say dumbly, but Hongjoong drops his hand to your breast and tweaks your nipple through the fabric, making you moan. You realize you’re even more exposed than in the club, since you’re on the street waiting for your Uber.

“You’re so easy,” Seonghwa snickers, pressing himself up behind you. You want to be offended by the comment, but you can feel his cock straining against his slacks, your mouth watering slightly. Hongjoong glances at his phone and leans in to kiss your neck, purring in your ear.

“We only have five minutes before the driver comes, think you can help us out before then?” He chuckles, cupping your breast in his hand. “Or maybe we should let him watch, since you’re apparently into that.”

You moan softly, glancing over at San who is still a few feet away just watching the three of you. He grins and steps forward as if he’s been summoned, grabbing your neck and tilting your head up for a kiss.

You can only imagine what it must look like to anyone stepping out of the club right now, having three men crowded around you like this. You hope nobody sees and that you can get into the Uber without being publicly shamed, though the three of them certainly are making it hard with their hands roaming your body.

Seonghwa is rocking his cock into your backside at a steady pace, his hands sneaking under your dress whenever he can manage. San is still lazily making out with you while Hongjoong teases your breasts through the fabric of your dress. You try and count down the time until the Uber arrives, but your brain is deliciously hazy from all the attention.

“He’s around the corner,” Hongjoong finally says, and all three men stop touching you simultaneously. You whine at the loss, but the four of you hurry up the street and pile into the backseat of the car, San sitting up front beside the driver.

Hongjoong puts his hand on your thigh immediately, prying your legs open. He can feel the dried cum on your skin and his breath hitches as he looks down at it, then back up at you. Your eyes are hooded as he pulls your panties to the side and rubs over your folds, your body already leaking again at the attention.

Seonghwa grabs your other knee, subtly spreading your legs apart even wider. He nibbles at your ear and whispers dirty things you’d never imagined him saying to you, arousal gushing out of your center.

San chats up the driver while his friends fondle you in the backseat, his eyes occasionally watching in the mirror. This is not how you saw your night going, but you’re not about to complain. Your idea of not fucking around in the friend group had failed miserably, but maybe this wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

You’re so busy getting pleasured that you don’t realize you’re going to San’s house until you’re outside of it, Hongjoong pushing you out of the car as fast as humanely possible.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” San says, herding the three of you into the building lobby. Seonghwa leads you by the wrist to the elevator, placing your hand over his cock as soon as the doors close.

Hongjoong starts kissing your neck and you belatedly remember that there’s security cameras in the elevator. You glance up at them in worry, but San just shakes his head. “I called ahead and had them turned off,” he explains.

You decide to let go now, since San’s apartment is on the entire top floor and nobody will see you coming out of the elevator with three men. You squeeze Seonghwa’s cock and turn to capture Hongjoong’s lips with your own, moaning into the kiss. There’s no point in denying yourself pleasure at this stage, so you lean into it fully.

“Who knew you liked attention this much?” San comments from across the elevator. He sounds unaffected, but one glance tells you that he’s hard again, his slacks tenting considerably. You grin and wave him over.

“Might as well enjoy it,” you mutter, just before he kisses you sloppily. Hongjoong has moved back down to your neck, his hands playing with your breasts. Seonghwa unbuttons his slacks and you slip your hand into his underwear, grinning to yourself when he moans and leans his head against the elevator wall.

“You’re so hot,” Hongjoong whines, grabbing your other hand and placing it on his cock. You take the hint immediately, reaching into his pants and palming him over his underwear. You feel powerful having three hot men at your mercy like this, though you know it won’t last very long.

The elevator opens on San’s floor and the three of you stumble out together, a mess of limbs and half discarded clothing. Seonghwa steps out of his pants in the hallway, not even caring as San punches in his security code.

“Where’s the bedroom?” you ask between kisses, but San scoops you up and carries you down the hall, the other two men trailing behind you.

San dumps you on his giant bed with a grin, unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out. You don’t waste time opening your mouth, watching as he puts his tip on your waiting tongue.

“Fuck, she takes cock so well,” Seonghwa grunts, coming closer. He starts fisting his cock as Hongjoong shuts the door behind himself, approaching the bed. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

You moan around San’s cock, reaching up to play with his balls. He sighs and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you further onto his dick until you’re gagging slightly.

“Oh my god,” Hongjoong breathes, your teary eyes igniting something in him.

“Yeah, suck it,” San encourages, smirking down at you. “You look so good with my cock down your throat, baby.”

You reach between your legs and spread your pussy lips with your fingers, arousal leaking out onto the sheets. Seonghwa stares at you like you’re a piece of meat, precum dribbling out of his pretty pink tip. You wish you could fit two cocks in your mouth at once, but with their sizes, it’s just not possible.

“Get it nice and wet for me,” San keeps talking, turning you on even more. “Wanna fuck you again so they can see just how good you take it.”

You moan around his dick, your fingers rubbing your clit now as you chase your own high. San’s fingers in your hair tighten as he forces you down on his cock again, making you swallow desperately for air.

“Shit,” Hongjoong breathes. He’s taken his cock out now as well, his swollen head a dark shade of purple that you weren’t expecting. He plays with his balls as he watches you, rolling them in his hands.

Seonghwa comes to kneel on the bed beside you, reaching out to take one of your breasts in his hand. He rubs your nipple to full hardness, still stroking his cock with his other hand. Before you realize what’s even happening, his cum is shooting out over your chest, the pearly strings decorating your breasts.

San groans at the sight, his thrusts into your mouth getting rougher and deeper. You put your hand around his shaft and pull off, glancing up at him.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” you say teasingly, and San growls, pushing you backwards onto the bed. You fall easily, your breasts bouncing as your back hits the mattress. San grabs your thighs and spreads them wide, fitting himself between your legs.

“I’m not going easy on you,” he says, lining his tip up with your soaking entrance. You loop your arms around his neck and laugh, your breath getting knocked out of you when he pushes his cock in.

“Fuck,” you groan, your eyes closing. He pushes one of your legs over his shoulder and starts ducking you roughly, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the bedroom. Hongjoong takes off his clothes and gets on the bed, hand wrapping around his cock. He and Seonghwa watch you get fucked with dazed expressions.

“So fucking good,” San growls, leaning down to bite at your chest. You can tell he’s going to leave marks, but you don’t really care about that right now, not when his cockhead is hitting your spot so perfectly on every thrust. All you can do is moan and cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

Seonghwa finally comes back to earth, scooting up on the bed. He adjusts your upper half into his lap, reaching down to cup your breasts and pull at your nipples. His long fingers have you arching into his touch, even as San fucks you harder and faster.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praises you softly, smiling as you seek out his touch. “You’re doing so good for San, being his perfect little cocksleeve.” You mewl loudly, turning your head to the side and kissing Seonghwa’s inner thigh.

Seonghwa guides his half hard cock between your lips with ease, blood rushing south as you lick at him eagerly. He can’t believe he’s getting this chance to be with you in this way, his balls tightening at the thought of getting to fuck you later.

“Hey!” Hongjoong pouts, moving to your side. “Stop leaving me out!”

San chuckles, glancing at his friend. “She’s kinda busy at the moment,” he says, readjusting his grip on your leg.

“She’s got hands,” Hongjoong grunts. He grabs your hand and puts it on his cock. You try your best to start jerking him off, but with San fucking you and Seonghwa’s cock in your mouth, it’s hard to get the coordination right.

Hongjoong seems to realize this and he grabs your wrist. “Hold your hand still and I’ll fuck into it,” he tells you. You grin around Seonghwa’s cock.

“Look at you,” Seonghwa praises, brushing your hair out of your face. “You’re making all three of us feel so good, baby. You’re the best, you know that?”

You whine at the praise, more determined than ever to make your friends cum. You clench hard around San, making him curse, and you hum with your tongue on the underside of Seonghwa’s cock, feeling proud when he groans loudly.

“Fuck!” San curses, dropping your leg and rolling you face down in Seonghwa’s lap. You almost choke on his cock as San pulls out and jerks himself over your back, cum shooting out onto your ass a moment later.

Hongjoong wastes no time in pushing the younger man aside, hands fondling your butt and rubbing the cum into your skin. “Shit, you look so hot covered in cum,” he groans, smacking your ass gently.

Seonghwa grabs your hair and holds you down on his cock. “Stay right there,” he instructs. “Hongjoong’s gonna fuck you now, okay?”

Your hips are lifted slightly and then Hongjoong is sinking into your dripping pussy, sighing. “So wet for me,” he says in awe, stroking his hands along your sides soothingly. You shudder in Seonghwa’s lap, gripping his thighs for support.

“You’re doing great,” Seonghwa coos, holding your hair back so he can look at you swallowing around his cock. He’s always thought you were pretty, but this sight easily takes the cake, your eyes sparkling up at him.

Hongjoong’s strokes are long and smooth, and at this angle, the perfect depth to have you moaning around Seonghwa’s cock. You already know you won’t last long, your fingers digging into the skin on Seonghwa’s thighs. You only make it a few minutes before you’re cumming around Hongjoong’s cock, your thighs shaking with effort.

He lets you collapse in Seonghwa’s lap, quickly stroking his cock until he’s covering your back and ass with a fresh load of cum. You feel beyond sticky and gross now with four loads drying into your skin, but you aren’t going to leave Seonghwa hanging when he’s been so nice to you throughout this whole escapade.

You gather your strength and pull yourself off his cock, settling in his lap and kissing him messily. Seonghwa cups your face and smiles into the kiss, gasping a little as you suddenly sink down onto him. “You’ve been so nice to me,” you murmur against his lips, taking him in slowly. “Let me return the favor.”

You don’t have much effort left to do anything but grind down in his lap, but it seems to be working, based on the way his fingers dig into your hips. His tip presses up against your spot perfectly at this angle, leaving you moaning and gasping softly every time he moves. “Right there,” you tell him, stroking the hair at the back of his neck. Seonghwa practically purrs at your touch, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. He starts helping you move when you get too tired, all the activities of the night catching up to you at once.

“You’re so warm and delicious,” he tells you, kissing your neck and chest. “Pretty and perfect, just for us. Come on, sweet thing, let go for us one more time.” Your orgasm is building as he continues to bounce you in his lap, kissing your lips every few moments.

You feel hands touching your back, reaching around to rub gently at your clit. You don’t know who’s where, just that between the three of your friends, you fall off the edge and cum harder than you have all night, shaking and crying in Seonghwa’s lap as they all work you through it.

Seonghwa lifts you off his lap and San lays you down flat on the bed. Seonghwa strokes his cock over your face until he cums, long white strings landing on your lips and chin. All three men groan at the sight of your fucked out face covered in cum, making you smile.

“Get her a warm washcloth,” San orders, laying down next to you. Hongjoong scurries off to the en-suite bathroom, while Seonghwa cuddles up against your other side. The two of them rub their hands over your arms and legs, soothing the muscles until Hongjoong returns with the washcloth.

“You did so well,” Seonghwa coos, kissing the top of your head. You feel warm inside as Hongjoong wipes you clean, being careful to get all the dried cum from between your legs. San rolls you over when Hongjoong’s done with the front, taking the washcloth from him. He cleans your legs and ass, his hand lingering a little too long on the latter.

“Yeah, you let all of us fuck that tight little pussy,” San agrees, smirking at you. You hide your face in your arms, suddenly embarrassed again now that your confidence has worn off.

“Leave her alone,” Seonghwa scolds, but he’s directing your chin up with his fingers, a wicked smirk on his face. Your pussy throbs with a fresh wave of desire, but you know you can’t take another round right now. He slips his other hand between your legs experimentally, eyes softening when you let out a whimper of discomfort.

“Let’s rest for now, we can fuck you again later,” Seonghwa decides, kissing your forehead. San moves his hand away from your ass and cuddles up against you, hand splaying out across your stomach.

“Hey, where am I gonna fit for cuddles?” Hongjoong whines, smacking the bed. The three of you roll your eyes at him and Seonghwa shifts his lower half so there’s room for Hongjoong to slide up against you. The younger man makes a happy noise and nuzzles into your hip, throwing an arm across your waist.

“I’m so happy,” you sigh, feeling the love of your friends radiating around you. Sure, the situation wasn’t what you expected, but the outcome felt right.

Seonghwa grins down at you, tickling your sides. “Good,” he says, kissing you quickly. “That’s what we all want.”

#ateez smut #san smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #ateez fic #san x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #i had to get revenge on a friend lmao #last fic of 2022!! #my fics #1600

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A Little Gasoline and a Match

Pairing: Yangyang x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1141

Warnings: Breast play, nipple play, semi-public setting, degradation, praise, mommy kink, begging, hair pulling, reader is tipsy but consenting

“This might sound weird,” Yangyang starts, his eyes dropping to your boobs. “Can I suck on your titties?”

You think about it for a moment, swirling your beer in your hand. He’s your friend, he’s hot…what exactly do you have to lose? You shrug and put the bottle on the table, pulling your top down to reveal your breasts.

Yangyang’s eyes but out of his head. “Wait, really?!” His eyes dart comically between your exposed breasts and your face.

“Yes really,” you say, rolling your eyes like you don’t just have your boobs out in a restaurant. You’re in a private room, sure, but a waiter could pop in at any moment. “Get over here.”

Yangyang scrambles to your side of the table, mouth still hanging open. It’s like he’s forgotten what to do. He never expected you to say yes; he’s always made perverted jokes around you and never once have you hinted that you might want him too, so this is new territory.

“My tits are out and you’re getting cold feet?” you mock him, rolling your eyes again. “Of course you’re all talk, no action. Can’t even put your mouth on some titties, what a joke.”

Yangyang thinks he’s learning something new about himself here tonight. Instead of feeling offended by your comments, his dick is twitching inside his jeans. He wants to hear more about how pathetic he is, especially if you’re the one telling him. “More,” he whispers.

“What was that?” you sneer, leaning closer to him. It’s so hot that you’re literally half naked in a public place, but you don’t seem to care at all. He groans a little as you grab a fistful of his hair and smirk meanly at him. “You like when I talk down to you?”

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. You chuckle, maneuvering his head near your breasts. “So hot.”

“Suck,” you order. Yangyang doesn’t respond right away, his eyes focused on your nipples. You slap his cheek gently and he looks up in shock, lips parted. “We haven’t got all day. If you don’t want to suck on my tits anymore, I’ll just wait until the server comes back and let him have a go instead.”

Yangyang’s face falls and he shakes his head frantically. “No, no, I’ll do it! Let me suck on your tits!” He knows he sounds totally desperate, but he doesn’t care anymore. You have all the power in this situation and both of you know it.

You look at him expectantly, hand still woven tightly into his hair. He leans forward, grabbing your breast and guiding it towards his mouth slowly. The alcohol in your system is making you more impatient than you’d usually be, but you give him a chance as he carefully laps at your nipple.

“Good boy,” you coo down at him, his cheeks turning slightly red from the praise. Yangyang’s confidence goes up a little, so he sucks harder on your nipple, using his teeth to scrape over it gently. “That’s it, keep going.”

He fondles your other breast with his hand, rolling the bud between his fingers. Your panties are getting soaked, but you keep a calm expression as Yangyang works on your breasts. You pull on his hair occasionally, loving the way he moans on your sensitive skin.

Finally, he switches to your other breast, tonguing the areola as he rubs his saliva around your other nipple. “You’re being so good for me,” you tell him, choking down a moan. Yangyang grins against your breast, happy to finally hear what kind of effect he’s having on you.

You let him go for a few more minutes, listening for the sounds of the server returning just in case. But with the attention Yangyang is giving your boobs, you feel yourself getting too worked up, and you suddenly pull his face away from your chest by his hair.

“Why’d you stop?” he whines, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“I’m doing you a favor by letting you suck on my tits,” you warn him, tightening your grip on his hair. He whimpers from the stinging pain on his scalp. “Don’t be greedy.”

It seems Yangyang has a listening problem, because he immediately reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands. He thumbs at your nipples and stares with an open mouth, not even trying to hide his desire now. You let him go for a few moments, but then you slap him across the face.

His cheek stings as he looks at you in shock, unable to process what’s just happened. You’re looking at him, severely unimpressed, and it goes straight to his cock. What he says next shocks both of you.

“Please mommy!” he whines, crawling forward on his knees. “Please, let me suck on your tits and make you feel good!”

You cross your arms under your bare breasts, not missing the way his eyes drop to your boobs. You let out a sigh like he’s the most annoying thing in the world. “Okay,” you agree, fighting back a grin as he scrambles forward into your lap again. “But you have to be quiet, you don’t want the server to catch us, yeah?”

Yangyang shakes his head. “No, I want to be the only one that sees mommy like this.”

You smile at him, far more gently than before, and guide him back to your breasts. He takes one in his mouth and groans, using his hand to push the other against his face.

“Feels so good,” you moan softly, rubbing the back of his neck with your fingers. Yangyang responds positively to your gentle encouragement, swirling his tongue around your nipple before switching to the other side. “You take care of mommy so well, baby.”

Yangyang practically purrs at that, squeezing your breasts around his cheeks with a sigh. You’re watching him so intently that you almost miss the footsteps in the hallway, quickly pushing his head down and pulling up your top.

When the server slides open the door, the first thing they see is Yangyang’s head in your lap, your hand gripping his hair. It looks far more compromising than it actually is, so you’re not surprised when they look away awkwardly and stammer out if you need anything else.

“Just the check,” you tell them with a grin, stroking the back of Yangyang’s neck while he just breathes heavily against your lap. He doesn’t even have the mind to be embarrassed about the position he’s in, too turned on and needy to even care about the server seeing him.

The door slides shut a moment later and you’re tilting his head up to look into his lust filled eyes. “Don’t worry, baby,” you coo at him, stroking his cheek. “I’ll let you do so much more to me when we get home.”

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