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somebody does love, but i'm thinkin' bout you ♡ (cr. to and for @kth1)

Have you thought about tying up Kookie and using those lovely silk ropes to excinuate his lovely belly or possibly his bubble butt. I bet it'd so damn hot.

Oh. Oh my gods. @ask-feedee-jk get over here and read this I know what we're doing this weekend

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♱ PAIRING: OT8 X READER ♱ CW: THIS IS A LOT DARKER THAN WHAT I USUALLY WRITE SO PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE PROCEEDING: TEASING, NIPPLE PLAY, PRAISE/DEGRADING, FINGERING, ORAL (F. & M. REC), DEEP THROATING, FACE FUCKING, BEGGING, PET NAMES (BABY, BEAUTIFUL, DOLL, DARLING, PRETTY, SWEETIE, BUBS) SOFT DOM!CHAN, SUB!READER, REST OF SKZ ARE MEAN!DOMS, PERV SKZ, ROLEPLAY(INTRUDERS & VICTIMS), FEAR PLAY, CNC/DUBCON, ROUGH SEX, CREAMPIES, UNPROTECTED SEX (VAGINAL + ANAL; WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP), MULTIPLE ROUNDS, SPANKING, CHOKING, DACRYPHILLIA, SADOMASOCHISM, GAGS, EXHIBITIONISM, DP +TP , TOYS, MANHANDLING, SPIT ROAST, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP(S), AFTERCARE ♱ WC: 5.3K ♱ NOTE: CODE FOR SCENE BC EVEN I GOT CONFUSED WRITING: LEE KNOW, CHANGBIN, HYUNJIN, HAN, FELIX, SEUNGMIN, IN ♱ thank you babies for 1k :')

     It was a nice anniversary. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and work. Chan had found a cabin for rent in the woods and took the weekend off for just him and Y/n. It was perfect, to say the least. Y/n had made sure to pack enough food for the weekend so they could cook and not worry about having to go into town.

     Even though it was only two nights fully at the cabin, both were sure to make it count. Who knows when the next time they’ll get three consecutive days in a row together.

     Friday night Chan drove them up to the cabin after a lunch date. It wasn’t a super long drive so they didn’t have to leave early in the morning. Only maybe a couple of hours. So they made a lunch stop before getting groceries for the weekend and then driving up. Chan letting her play car DJ on his phone. Stealing a kiss at stoplights. Giggles the whole way up and deep into the woods. 

     Chan made sure to drive slowly on the uneven road as the got further into the woods, away from society. His hand was on her thigh until they got to the cabin. Then it was the hassle of unloading the car. Bringing in the food from the car, Y/n took to unpacking it as Chan brought in their bags and set them in the bedroom and set up all the electronics. Mainly just the TV. Nothing in the 21st century was completely off-grid anymore. Even with being so far from civilization, there was still some internet to let them at least watch Netflix.     Chan set the remote on the coffee table once he was done with the TV and walked into the kitchen as Y/n was finishing up putting away the groceries. He smiled and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him to pepper kisses all over her.

     “Chan!” Y/n giggled as she tried pushing him away— not trying to though. She loved the affection from him.

     “Get you all to myself for three days,” Chan said between kisses, pulling her closer to him

     He ended his kiss assault by pushing his lips onto her. Y/n smiled against his lips as she grabbed his shoulders. Chan walked her back up against the counter, pulling away from her lips long enough to help her up onto the counter before attacking her neck with kisses

     “We’ve got three days Channie.” Y/n moaned as his hands slipped under her shirt.

     “Three days just to fuck you, baby,” Chan growled against her neck. 

     Y/n felt her body heat up as he chuckled at her reaction. He brought his hands down and grabbed her thighs, pulling her off the counter. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders and stared at him as he walked into the living room.

     “Think we can fuck all over the cabin in three days?” He asked as laid her back on the couch. 

     “Remember when we had the dorm to ourselves for a weekend?” She asked as he tossed his shirt off 

     “Hm, what was it, everywhere twice?” 

     “Some places three times.”

     Chan leaned back down and smashed his lips onto hers. He pushed her shirt up over her chest. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. Y/n worked her way down his abs to his jeans. She was unbuttoning the material, pushing it down enough to be able to palm him over his boxers. Chan moaned into her mouth, grinding against her hand. 

     Y/n slipped her tongue into his mouth. Exploring and wrapping around his own before he pushed back. He pushes her bra up to join her shirt above her breasts. Rough hands kneaded her breast and finger pads played with her nipples. 

     Chan detached his lips first and moved down to her chest. Kissing all along her skin before wrapping his plumps around one of her nipples. His hands moved down from her tits to push her pants down past her hips. Y/n lifted her hips to help him a bit, he pushed her pants down to her mid-thigh. His fingers moved quickly between her legs, rubbing her clit over the fabric of her panties as he switched nipples.

     Y/n laced her fingers in his hair, grinding against his fingers. His rough tongue pressed against her nipples before he detached and moved his lips down her stomach, leaving love bites in his wake. He pulled up just before the waistband of her lace panties, just for a bit to get the fabric of her pants and the lace off of her.

     Tossing them to join his shirts. He laid down on his stomach and brought her legs up over his shoulders. Y/n took a moment to toss her shirt off as he kissed her folds gently. A calm before the storm.

     Chan licked up between her folds before diving in head first. Kissing her clit and slowly licking. His nose brushed her clit when he moved down. “My perfect baby,” Chan groaned into her. Y/n smiled as she laced her fingers into his hair. If Chan looked up at her, she was sure he would see heart eyes.

     Chan started his pace slow, gradually speeding up till he lapped her up like a starved man. Moans were very quick to fill the living room. Chan wrapped his lips around her clit while two fingers worked inside her. Slowly starting to push in a third. Pads rubbed against her gummy walls while thrusting in and out of her. Her hands gripped his roots while his free hand wound its way up to her breasts.

     “More channie,” Y/n whined right before he slipped his third finger in.

     “That enough for you baby?” Chan asked as he looked up at her

     “Mm. Want your cock,” Y/n begged

     Chan hummed as he went back down, sucking harder on her clit. His fingers picked up their pace inside her. Y/n arched towards the ceiling as he built her orgasm up. The knot tightened fast. The harder he sucked and the faster he went, the harder it got to control her moans or have any self-control.

     Soon enough the knot snapped in her stomach. Cumming on his fingers before he pulled them out and licked her clean. He brought his now free hand up to her mouth. Y/n opened her mouth for him to slip his fingers into her mouth to lick his fingers clean of her juices. Moaning into her as he felt her tongue wrap around his fingers. 

     He pulled away from her cunt as he was positive she was all clean. Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, laying her legs on the sofa. He stood for a moment to discard his pants and boxers. Y/n sat up to take off her bra. Chan stopped her mid pulling his boxers down to stop her and unhook her bra for her.

     Y/n smiled up at him as he pulled the fabric off her body. Then she saw his erection standing right up. She giggled before bringing him into her mouth. The surprise was nice on his end for sure. Y/n fixed her position to sit on her knees before she started sucking him off. Chan stood straight as he looked down at her. Her hands planted on his thighs, her eyes flickered up at him as she sank further down on him.

     “Fuck baby,” Chan groaned as he grabbed the back of her head.

     Y/n moaned around him as she swallowed him. Chan let out a loud whiny moan just before she pulled back before her nose hit his abdomen. One hand moved to hold the base of his cock before she started quickly bobbing her head, never taking him fully into her throat, just deep enough to tease him. Both knew full well she could take all of him into her throat.

     Until she did. Swallowing him till he was all the way inside, his hand gripping the back of her head to hold her still before pulling her off. A string of saliva connected her to him as she looked up at him with slightly glossy eyes, sucking in deep quick breaths.

     “Need to cum inside you baby.” Chan pushed her back down onto the couch, grabbing her legs and putting them around his waist. 

     “What if I want your cum in my throat?” Y/n asked as he lined himself up at her hole

     “Later beautiful.” Chan pushed into her, watching her head fall back onto the couch.

     “Fuck,” Y/n whined just before he started his pace. After the quick surprise blowjob, he needed to cum. He picked a fast pace as he started. Grabbing onto her hips to get better leverage. 

     “Never gonna get over how good you fucking feel,” Chan groaned. His cock fucking deep into her. 

     Y/n rolled her hips slightly against him as he fucked into her. Every word he muttered under his breath or whined was how good she felt and just how lucky he was to have an amazing girlfriend like her. If she wasn’t already hot from foreplay and getting dicked down, she’d be blushing. Right now, her mind was only thinking about his tip just grazing that spot.

     “Deeper Channie, please baby. Wanna cum on your cock,” She whined. 

     Chan didn’t hesitate to throw her legs over his shoulders again and lean forward. Hands planted next to her head after intertwining their fingers together. The first thrust in the new position hit the spot dead on. She didn’t know how Chan was able to find the spot every time but she thanked every higher power out there for his rare skill of finding the g-spot. 

     He resumed his previous pace, not daring to change it as her walls clamped down around him. “Pretty, gonna cum for me again?” Chan huffed 

      Y/n nodded as a certain thrust had her walls and the knot in her stomach tightening. She knew Chan wasn’t faring much better with the way his dick was twitching inside of her. One of his hands left hers and came down between their bodies. Thumb pressing against her clit and rubbing quick circles, working her closer to her next orgasm.

     Y/n gripped his hand tighter, curses falling from both their mouths as they got closer. Chan was the first to break. He thrusted in and out as quickly as he could before she came moments later. She shook under him as he slowed down to a stop, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him a little longer. 

     After a few moments, Chan pulled out before leaning down and softly kissing her lips. 

     “All good baby?” he asked pulling away and kissing her cheeks

     “Mhmm.” Y/n nodded, moving her arms to wrap around his neck, “You wanna make dinner tonight?”

     “You want me to make dinner tonight,” Chan smiled at her

     “Saving my energy for when you decide to blow my back out later.”

     “I’ll do it right now.”

     Chan placed his lips back onto hers. Y/n tangled her hands in his hair as she giggled against his lips. “Wanna move to the bedroom?” Y/n mumbled against his lips.

     “Mhm,” Chan pulled away before getting up and pulling her up for a moment. He moved the throw pillows and the blanket off the couch then pulled something underneath the cushions out and it turned into a bed. Chan sat back on the mattress sofa and pulled her onto his lap, giving her a proud smile. “There we go.”

     “You’re such a dork.” Y/n giggled as she straddled his lap and cupped his face.

     “Your dork,” Chan laughed

     Pulling each other in for another kiss. Chan laid back, pulling her down with him. Hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against his semi. Moaning into the other's mouth before Chan pushed his tongue into her mouth.

     Y/n snaked a hand behind her, grabbed his dick, and pumped him, pulling away from his lips. Chan tilted his head back as she pumped him back to full length. Y/n positioned him at her entrance and slowly sank down. 

     Chan lifted his head and grabbed her hips, helping her swallow him again. “Slowly baby,” Chan said

     Y/n planted her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself. Once he was fully in her, slowly she started rolling her hips against his. Chan kept his hands on her but he didn't help her. Simply letting her grind against him. 

     He moved his hands towards her ass, gripping the flesh in his hands. Y/n smiled down at him as she switched from bringing to bouncing in him. “Shit,” Chan groaned, gripping her ass tighter. 

     Both stopped when they heard something on the back porch. Both turned towards the door. It was pretty dark outside by now, the couple having gotten to the cabin around sundown. 

     Chan sat up wrapping his arms around her waist. “Maybe it's just an animal,” he said, kissing her collarbone. 

     “Can you check?” Y/n asked, looking down at him. 

     “Yeah,” Chan answered. 

     Y/n got off his lap and sat on the mattress, pulling the throw blanket off the ground and covering herself as Chan slipped his boxers on before heading to the back door.

     Y/n waited anxiously for him to come back, telling her it was just a possum or something. Gripping the blanket she kept her eyes trained towards the back of the house. Barely noticing the figure behind her in the mask. Until his gloved hands grabbed her throat and covered her mouth. 

     Her eyes went wide as she reached up to grab the perpetrator's arms to pray them off her. Thrashing in the grip which subsequently made the blank fall off her bare body. 

     “Quit squirming,” the voice behind her pulled her roughly into his firm chest. 

     Y/n shook her head as she tried to pry herself away. The hand on her neck moved to grab her wrists, holding them down. He pushed her forward onto the mattress, his body laying on top of hers. 

     Both her arms were grabbed by a third party and pulled behind her back while the first man held her head down onto the mattress till he was done. 

     She was pulled back up by her hair and got a glimpse at the black and white mask with the elongated mouth. “Be good and stay right here for us kitten.”

     The masked man dropped her back on the mattress before she heard a chair hit the floor. She lifted her head to Chan being tied to one of the dining table chairs, tape over his mouth forbidding him to talk. Her eyes watered as he made eye contact with her. 

     Y/n looked up at the intruder tying her boyfriend up. He had a bigger build than her boyfriend and was slightly shorter than him as well. Same mask as the first one. Build alone she could guess it was easy to overpower Chan. 

     “Awe,” a new voice said behind her, slightly deeper than the first man. Was it the one who tied her up or another one? There were either three or four additional people inside the cabin, “Poor things got cum dripping out of her.”

     Y/n’s eyes went wide as she felt the mattress dip down behind her. Two fingers ran up from her clit to her entrance. This person was also wearing leather gloves as well. Y/n bit her lip and closed her eyes, squeezing water past her waterline as two of his gloved fingers pushed her boyfriends cum back into her. Thrusting in and out slowly.

     “Watching you’re girlfriend get fingered by someone else is turning you on, huh?” the man next to her boyfriend asked. Y/n opened her eyes and to see Chan was indeed hard under his boxers. The man chuckled and pulled the waist band of his boxers down below his balls. Chan groaned as the cool air his his sensitive cock as the man walked away, towards her.

     She clamped down around the man fingering her, which made him laugh. She was trying to shrink back away from the man walking towards her but there wasn’t many optiolns at this point. “Think she likes being used infront of her boyfriend.”

     The man who tied her boyfriend up crotched down infront of her, “Wanna help your boyfriend?” He asked

    Y/n sniffled and nodded her head. “Words, doll.” 

     “Y-yes,” Y/n stated as best she could

     “Wanna get out of this situation?”

     “Yes.”

     He chuckled under his mask before standing up. The fingers pulled out of her before she was sat up on her knees. Finally getting a better look around the room. Six people surrounded the room, including the two near her.

     “Look what I found.” a voice came from down the hall. Everyone in the room turned to the seventh person who walked in holding a remote and a dildo.

     Y/n’s face flushed before the seventh person got on the bed behind her. The man in front of her grabbed her face, “Open up.” She could hear his smile

     Y/n kept her mouth closed, shaking her head. The man behind her yanked her head back and hovered over her, “You want this to end well?”

     “Ye… yes,” She whined

     “Be a good whore and open your mouth.”

     He tugged on her hair for good measure. Y/n opened her mouth and a second later the toy was shoved in her throat. Y/n gagged around it as he fucked her throat with it. The other six gathered around the sofa, leaving some space for Chan to watch, and pulled out their cocks. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw them all slowly pumping them as drool dripped out the sides of her mouth.

     “Bet you’re upset you stopped her from sucking your cock earlier Channie,” The first man said mockingly over his shoulder. 

     “Stuff her already,” A new voice said.

     The toy was pulled from her mouth. Y/n doubled over coughing, trying to catch her breath. Which just gave the man behind her the right position to push the toy into her pussy. She did a weird cough moan before she was forced to sit straight and a cock shoved down her throat. She moaned as her eyes went wide as the man started fucking her throat while the others continued pumping their cocks over her.

     “Shit,” the man groaned as he thrusted in and out of her throat. 

     The one who found the toy was behind her messing the remote. Turning it on which made her moan around the cock in her mouth. The fake cock thumped up and down inside her as she started to get passed around on their cocks. Each of them pulling her off another. Each using her and their hands to get closer to their orgasm. Coming to the point the took turns shoving their cocks down her throat to cum till she was positive her drool had been replaced by their cum. 

     She wasn’t fairing to well on the toy either. The more they all used her mouth as a cum dump with the little thing fucking her, she got wetter and the knot in her stomach building. 

     “Look, barely done anything to her and she’s already fucked out.” The seven laughed as they pushed her onto her back spreading her legs.

     “Wan’ cum,” She mumbled out.

     “Think you deserve to cum?” the deepest of the voices asked

     “Not on the toy.”

     The toy was pulled out of her making her whine as her hole clenched around nothing.

     “Poor thing.” 

     One of the taller two sat back on the sofa the more built of the group lifted her up and made her straddle him.

     “Come here darling,” The man cooed as her lined his cock up with her sensetive entrance. Slowly she was sank down onto him, making her moan. He wasn’t as big as Chan but there was some competition length wise, “That’s it. Take my cock.”

     His hands grabbed her hips to hold her steady ontop of him. ”Channie,” Y/n moaned which earned her a slap on the ass.

     “Channie isn’t fucking you anymore doll.”

     “Think she needs another cock in her to get it through her head.”

     She was pulled forward onto the tall ones chest and she felt wet leather at her tight rim. Y/n shook her head as she felt him breach her ass. The man below started thrusting up into her while the one behind her fingered her ass open. She could tell his fingers were thick without the gloves but with them it was a whole other thing.

     The man below her had wrapped his arms around his body and kept her pinned down to him. Soon she felt a second finger enter her as, making her scream a “fuck”. Scissoring her ass open as the man below her slowed down as he felt her clenching.

     “Get it in already. He’s probably fucked her ass before.”

     Chan definetly had fucked her ass before. Neither could deny it. 

     Chan kept his eyes trained on his girlfriend. Angry cock laying against his stomach and leaking precum all over his abs. Beyond turned on at watching his girlfriend get gangbanged. 

     The man stationed behind her pulled his fingers out and grabbing his cock. Pumping himself before pushing into her. Below had stopped thrusting to let him inside as she screamed into his shoulder. The man behind her had her boyfriend beat in girth. 

     Once everyone was adjusted, the two men were thrusting in and out like made men. she was never but filled. one going in as the other was pulling out. 

     Behind her grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up a bit so the room could hear her. No coherent words were coming out of her at this point. Far too fucked put to even think about anything as she clenched around both men as the knot in her stomach tightened. 

     One particular thrust from the man in her ass had her body going limp as she came on the other ones cock. Body shaking as they used her holes till they came inside. Filling her up then pulling out. Y/n feel onto the mattress as their cum seeped out of her. 

     The comfort didn’t last long as she was pulled up and placed on someone else's lap. Dick pushing cum back into her ass as he breached. She whined leaned forward as his hands held her waist. “Forget how to ride a cock?” he asked before smacking her ass

     “Learn how to fuck her maybe.” the second voice said as he pushed her back and slid his dick into her soaked cunt. The second man spread her legs apart before both started thrusting into her. Whines leaving her mouth and small little “fucks” with them. Any tears that had been threatening to spill definitely started streaming down her face once the second pair started their attack. 

     It was the same as the first pair. Taking turns thrusting in and out of her. Another orgasm building up in her sensitive body. She subconsciously squeezed around them, head falling back before the intruder on top of her grabbed her neck. Y/n sucked in a quick breath of air as her once drooping eyes went wide. 

     “Don’t leave us yet baby.” He laughed

     “Still got three cocks to make cum inside your whore holes.”

     Both men came inside her, mixing with the first two and Chan’s from earlier. Pulling her off and tossing her to the side. Two more sets of hands grabbed her, this time letting her lay on her side still. One of her shaky legs was pulled into the air as their dicks slid into her cum filled holes.

    “Shit. She’s fucking full.” The man in front of her groaned

     “Think she can fit three more loads?” the man behind her chuckled as they both started thrusting in and out of her.

     “‘o more,” Y/n groaned

     “Awe she’s begging for it.”

     Y/n shook her head before the man behind her wrapped his longer fingers around her throat.

     “You can take a few more. You’re gripping us like you want it.”

     “Make some room,” the deepest voice said.

     The two moved the position so she was straddling the intruder that had his cock in her cunt. She was easy to move with how numb her limps were.

     “Think you’re pretty thing can fit three cocks in her?” 

     It was obvious the man was talking with her boyfriend but she still managed to hear the last bit of the sentence before she tried talking them out of it.

     “Maybe she needs one in her mouth too.” 

     “Get in there.”

     The first man that fucked her pulled her head up and forced himself into her throat again. She screamed around as she felt another tip prodding at her filled holes. Almost like he was trying to decide which one he wanted to stretch. Ultimately he started joined the man in her eyes.

     She cried around the man fucking her face again as the men below got situated.

     “Shit, thought she was full before,” the man above her huffed.

     Slowly the three started moving. It was a painful but pleasurable feeling once she got used to it. She wasn’t going to admit it— not like she could when she had a dick in her throat and she was severly cock drunk. 

     Her body felt light. No real control of anything else, cum dripping out of her as the four fucked her. Moving as best the could inside of her. Everyone twitching inside her as her orgasm suddenly shook her entire body.

     “Fuck” the man below groaned before he came inside her cunt.

     He stilled inside her as the two in her ass weren’t far behind him or each other. The first man came then pulled out, some of his cum spurting out onto her ass and lower back as the second followed. Coming intime with the man in her throat.

     The four took a moment before pulling out and off her.

     “Fuck,” Jisung groaned again as he threw his ghost face mask off, sweating a bit. Minho, Seungmin, and Changbin had already taken theirs off along with their gloves once they finished. Hyunjin had put his back on to get his dick sucked one last time before the scene ended.

     Changbin had untied Chan when the last five were mid fucking. The oldest snuck off to take care of his erection once the scene ended while the other three quietly got all necessarfy aftercare items ready.

     Coffee table covered with sports drinks and water and discarded gloves and ghost face masks.

     Felix untied her wrist from behind her back as Seungmin came back with a warm wet towel.

     “You with us babe?” Jisung asked as he brushed her hair out of her face

     Y/n hummed as she laid against his chest. God she was exhausted.

     It was very rare Y/n took all her boyfriends cocks at once. Threesomes and foursomes were more common in their relationship. 

     “Can you look at me babe?” Jisung asked as he slowly turned the to onto her side. Y/n looked at her boyfriend with her sleepy eyes, “Hi sweetie,” He smiled

     “Hi ji,” Y/n said

     “Can Seungmin clean you up?” He asked

     “Tired,” She groaned

     “I know baby. But we gotta make sure your okay babe.”

     “Quick and gentle bubs. Promise.” Seungmin said as he squatted down in front of her.

     “‘Kay,” she said as she laid her head against jisung’s chest. Seungmin talked her through what he was doing so he didn’t catch her off-gaurd

     “I grabbed her favortie sweater of mine and blanket from the dorms two before we left.” Jeongin said as he came back in from the outside.

     “I’ll start cooking dinner. Yongbok, come help me.” 

     Once Seungmin finished cleaning her up, Jisung sat them up.

     “Hyunjin, helped me with the sofa.” Changbin said

     Everyone had taken their own little tasks in the aftercare session. Y/n tried to pay attention, mainly so she could stay awake but she was so out of it. Jisung picked her up so the two could fix the sofa.

     “Shower,” Y/n groaned

     “Channie’s in the shower right now baby. You wanna join him?” Changbin asked     “Yeah…”

     Han passed her off to Changbin as the other producer grabbed the maknae’s hoodie for her before walking her to the bathroom. He gave a knock on the door to alert the man in there.

     “Baby want’s a shower with you Chan.” Changbin said as he opened the door.

     “Okay,” Chan said as he opened the shower curtain. Changbin passed her off to him and then set the hoodie on the counter for her next to chan’s close. 

     “I’ll bring in some bottoms for her. Minho and Yongbok are doing dinner, the rest of us are fixing the living room. Seungmin did most of the clean up but she still wanted a shower.”

     “Alright. We’ll be out soon,” Chan replied as Changbin walked out of the bathroom. “Feeling okay baby?” Chan asked. He turned the water down a bit before pulling her under the water with him.

     “Feel like jelly.” Y/n leaned her wait into him as he helped her clean up.

     “Can you tell me whose all here with us?”

     Y/n listed off the rest of their partners as he washed her up. He asked her a few more questions to make sure she was out of her subspace if she got into it. He was usually good at reading her expressions during sex when she dropped into it but he couldn’t see her face much during the scene so he didn’t wanna take chances.

     He turned the water off and got the twom of them out of the shower and dried off. He got her dressed before he put his close on before picking her up and bringing her back into the living room to relax and talk with the rest of the group.

     “Feeling okay pretty?” Hyunjin asked

     “Yeah. Thank you guys for trying the scene.”

     “Of course baby.” Chan sat back on the sofa next to the other two producers

     “We weren’t to rough with you?” Changbin asked

     “No. I liked how rough you guys were. Plus we talked about it before. Wasn’t anything we didn’t talk about that i didn’t like.” The warm shower woke her up and recharged her a bit so she was able to form sentences again.

     “How’d you like being excluded old man,” Seungmin joked at Chan.

     Chan shrugged, “I got a round and a half in.”

     “Is it too soon to ask to do this again?” Y/n asked

     “Not for a while kitten. You just took eight dicks.” Minho called from the kitchen

     “I didn’t mean right now! But, I like when i get to have kinky sex with all eight of my boyfriends at once.”

     “We’ll recording next time so you can enjoy it any time.” Jisung said

     “That actually sounds like a good idea.”

     “You’re gonna give her a new kink, again, Jisung.” Minho yelled as he came around the corner, baring a spatula

     “What’s wrong with that?”

     “It becomes all of our problems.”

     “Is that an issue?”

     “No but I don’t need random videos sent to me throughout the day of one of us fucking her. Yongbok already got her into the lingerie photos.”

     “I have no regrets.” Felix yelled from the kitchen

     “None of us do,” Seungmin laughed

     The room seemingly erupted into chaos an after veryone fucked their brains out. But what was new?

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kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect. 

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red. 

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension.  Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you. 

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even. 

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features. 

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men. 

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside. 

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak. 

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more. 

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better. 

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game. 

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy. 

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour. 

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life. 

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest. 

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body. 

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

day 10 · 「four-letter word」

❝𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.❞

➥ Coworker!Minho x Reader (f) — 3k

➥ The author chooses not to tag every single act to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Intense hate sex, impact play, choking, objectifying language.

➥ He thinks you’re a Granger level know-it-all. You think he’s a Malfoy level showoff. That tension is either going to resolve with a punch on his fucking beautiful face, or…

Excellent dinner at the Michelin-rated restaurant of a hotel out of the city. Everyone at the table sharply dressed looking fine as hell. Three men representing the potential client firm having a great time, laughing, drinking, completely clueless of the storm brewing in front of them because across the table the atmosphere was tense as fuck behind the saccharine smiles four people were flashing.

Everybody at work knew you and Minho were at each other’s throats every chance you got. It wasn’t some rival shit anymore, but more like you belonged to families with generations of blood feud between them, scheming, poaching, doing whatever was necessary to have the upper hand over the other. Even though your new CEO was alerted of the heavy beef between you two, she ordered you to figure your shit out and assigned you both as account executives since you and Minho had a rep for being the ‘closers’ of the firm.

This dinner was of vital importance. The clients in question were going to bring in hundreds of thousands, which meant a lot was at stake to endure a temper tantrum of you two, so you were strictly instructed to behave at all costs. Your direct supervisors were sitting on either side of you as babysitters-turned-bomb defusers, trying to conceal their nervous sweating to the best of their ability. They just wanted to get this shit over with as soon as they could so that they could go back to their rooms upstairs and ask for retirement or something the next day.

“Stop trying to fucking undermine me in front of these people,” you whispered into Minho’s ear, your perfect smile leaving no room to suspect homicidal intent, “We’re equals here.”

“You seem to think that a lot, but I’m yet to see you land an account yourself when I’m in the game,” he reciprocated equally quietly. His cheekbones were so charmingly raised that to an outsider it actually looked like you were classily flirting.

“God, I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

You couldn’t fucking stand the guy to the extent that you wanted to have a violent street fight with him no holds barred. Arrogant fuck thinking he was the shit, on your ass every minute of every day as if someone was paying him to annoy you.

“Well, Mr. Lee made one compelling case, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to resist anymore,” one of the three men reached for his glass, “Shall we make a toast for our new partnership?”

Your heart fell to your stomach, but you glued your cracking façade as much as you could and joined the celebration. Shortly after, you apologized for not feeling well, which technically wasn’t a lie at all, and politely excused yourself from the table so that you could go back to your room and scream into a pillow.

Mr. Lee? Mr. fucking Lee made a compelling case? It was your case that you built with your bare hands. It was your strategy that drove this whole thing home. All this motherfucker did was to manipulate the conversation so that he would be the one to get your points across, and Mr. Lee was the reason they couldn’t fucking resist?!

You were stomping in the hallway of your floor when you heard the ding of the other elevator and hurried steps behind you, and the scent of his cologne reached you before he could.

“Don’t even,” you pointed your finger at Minho menacingly, nostrils flared, eyes widened, pure rage written all over your face.

“Listen—”

“I’m not listening to shit,” you spat through your clenched teeth, “God, I wanna fucking punch you in the mouth!”

“Is your fist shaped like your pussy because I’m kinda into that shit,” he brazenly uttered, successfully managing to quadruple your fury.

“Fuck you, Minho!”

“Hey!”

He grabbed you from your wrist and trapped you against a wall so that you would stay in your place.

“Just when the fuck are you going to admit you have the hots for me?” he asked seriously, eyes a little squinted but with genuine curiosity in them.

“The fuck are you on about?” you retorted, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“I’m talking about this massive sexual tension we have,” his smirk grew wider, and you could feel the amount of venom boiling in your stomach with how annoyed you were, “You’re so fucking weak for me, your knees start shaking every time I walk into a room.”

“Out of anger, yes. I wanna roundhouse kick your stupid face!”

“You’re sure you’re gonna land that? You’ve been missing the point a lot lately.”

It was as if he was doing it on purpose. He wasn’t even pushing a certain button; Minho was straight up keyboard smashing at this point, and your rage finally got the best of you.

“Just what the FUCK do you want from me?!”

You had every intention of landing a heartfelt slap on that porcelain skin you couldn’t stand looking at, but all you could see was your hand stopped midair by Minho’s inhumane reflexes. You pushed him away from his chest, panting out of your nose, and all your blood was rushing to your face whereas Minho’s was rushing to…

…his crotch.

You thought your eyes were playing a trick on you for a second, but it was impossible not to notice. His raging hard on was quite literally staring at you, so much so that your attention was channeled to it in the middle of a frantic fit.

“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding,” you uttered in an eerily calm tone compared to moments ago, “You’re actually into that shit.”

The Lee Minho a.k.a the crassest and most shameless motherfucker you’d ever come across was getting flustered right in front of your face all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly as if he was getting called out about something drastically embarrassing, and now you had a theory you needed to prove.

“You go to such ridiculous lengths for it. You want me to get mad at you,” you squinted your eyes and took a step towards him, “You fucking get off to that, don’t you?”

“Stop that,” Minho threateningly uttered and started walking away to his own room right next to yours.

Oh, there was no way you were going to let this go. 

You followed suit after him with a maniacally content smile and started forcefeeding him multiple doses of his own medicine.

“You want to fuck the shit out of me, but you can’t bring yourself to initiate it.” 

“Stop it.”

“You want me to make a move.”

“I said stop it.”

“You hate how much you want me.”

“This is your last warning. Shut the fuck up before I blow your back out,” Minho turned around foaming at the mouth, but you weren’t exactly sure which one of the two possibilities that was induced by.

“Yeah? Or else, what, you’re gonna show me my place?”

“Yes, I will,” he gritted his teeth, eyes widening even more. 

His pupils were so blown wide that it was actually laughable. You let out a derisive snort and took three steps to reach your door.

“I’m right here if you want to obliterate me,” you taunted nonchalantly and faced him, “but it’s not happening if you can’t swallow your pride. I’m never gonna cave first.”

When you swiped the keycard on the door and pushed the handle down, you could almost hear someone doing a countdown in the distance as if some rocket was about to be launched.

Five, four, three, two, one…

“You fucking…”

Less than a second later, you felt Minho’s hand on your shoulder turning you around, and your lips were under fire by his. You yanked on his tie to pull him inside, and after slamming the door close, you started ripping clothes off of each other, not as a figure of speech at all. Buttons breaking, zippers rupturing, fabric tearing, biting, grunting, jaws clenching. Remove the libido, and you were actually having a physical altercation right then and there.

“Yes, having you hate me is the biggest fucking kink I have, you happy now? You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” Minho slammed you against a wall even though there was a perfectly fine bed right in front of him, “It’s fucking annoying how beautiful you are. I’m gonna absolutely dishevel that face.”

He had a pretty good head start by smearing your lipstick all over with how hard he was kissing you, sloppy, wet, adamant to ruin your makeup in full. You were groping each other everywhere, and the difference was so subtle—the line between wanting to bruise each other and not being able to get enough of one another was so blurry that no sane person would be able to discern it.

His grunts turned animalistically guttural when he finally felt your slick at his fingertips, absolutely drooling over how slippery it was already.

“You hate me, huh?” he hysterically laughed, “Then what the fuck is this?”

When he landed a slap on your pussy, even you yourself didn’t expect to moan that loudly. The obscenely wet sound it made, the pleasant sizzle that spread, the feeling of being desired in such a twisted way…

You loved this.

“Do it again,” you breathily demanded.

And Minho’s knees almost gave way seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.

“You’re a fucking sicko. God, you’re so my type.” 

He slapped your pussy once more, then his hands started kneading your ass with his mouth glued to yours as though he was trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips, practically gnawing on them. You promptly felt a fuller impact on the supple skin of your hips, slowly burning in the shape of Minho’s palm.

“Rip me to shreds,” you snarled, craving something sicker to rush through your veins, but Minho’s hesitation was flashing all over his face.

“You can’t take it back if I start.”

“Do it.”

“You actually want to get yourself decimated?” 

“Fucking do it!!!”

“Then hit me.”

For a moment, you couldn’t be sure if he really meant it or not. The exact shade of doubt colored your eyes and forced a pause in your movements.

“I’m dead serious. Do it,” Minho put an end to your equivocation.

This was your chance to avenge everything that had ever happened. 

You mustered all the times he made your life a living hell, all the frustration he had ever caused you, and all the times he scored unfair goals within your palm and struck him on the face really hard.

You quite literally had daydreamed about this more times than you were willing to admit, so the satisfaction that coursed through your body was dizzying. Nevertheless, even in that darkness, how Minho started seeing red was so obvious, and that tinge of fear was pumping excess doses of adrenaline into your veins.

“Oh, I’m gonna wear you like a fucking sleeve,” he quietly hissed, barely giving you any notice to brace yourself.

One of his hands harshly wrapping a leg around his waist and the other aligning himself with your oozing hole, Minho rammed himself into you at full force, and stretching you was not even the least of his concerns.

“You deserve to get fucked in all your holes,” he spoke through gritted his teeth, “Maybe you’ll finally shut the fuck up!”

No mercy. Sharpest thrusts you ever felt in your life impaling you, full of rage, full of fury, full of fatal lust, just full, erasing the distinction between pain and pleasure for good.

You hated this guy. You hated his guts more than anything in this world. He was the worst. Worse than a raging criminal. Lee Minho as a human being was a pet peeve of yours.

Then why did it feel like he was completing you?

“You want me, too,” he slithered his fingers into your hair, “God, you want me so fucking bad. You’re dripping wet.”

Yes, you apparently did. You just had no idea how much up until this moment.

You wrapped your hands around his throat and sank your fingertips deeper when he yanked on your hair. He was still trying to kiss you, throbbing hard inside you as you were choking him. The tighter your grip got, the more aggressive his kisses became, tugging on the flesh until your lips were raw.

“I so wanna fuck that mouth, but I can’t let go of your cunt,” his voice came out somewhere between a whine and a grunt, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

His thrusts suddenly turned more frantic, and he was hitting so deep inside that you could almost feel him in the pit of your stomach. Minho had reached a whole new level of frenzy that even if you wanted to put up a front just to mess with the satisfaction he got from dismantling you, you were physically unable to do it. Your moans were alarmingly loud, and if your supervisors heard you at this moment, they would be convinced you were finally trying to murder each other.

“What? What is it? Didn’t expect it to feel that good, did you?” he jeered, extremely content with how he was diminishing you into this panting drooling mess, “How does it feel having the best fuck of your life with the man you absolutely despise? How does it feel, huh?!”

It happened so fast that you couldn’t even process how Minho lifted you up and threw you on the mattress behind him. He stood tall right by the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder, and started going to town on you. The only piece of skin you were able to reach was his thighs, and you were scratching them so hard that you were about to draw blood.

“It feels like the best kind of hell,” you answered his question with a grin on your face.

And Minho was gone.

You had never seen someone orgasm that hard before. Deep, husky growls coming so deep from his throat like he was in pain when in fact he was getting high on the most intense kind of ecstasy, his entire body convulsing, sweat trickling down his fantastic figure onto your chest, and his eyes squeezed shut as he spilled and spilled and spilled inside you. He came so much as if he had been saving all his load for you all his life, for this precise moment to fill you up, to watch it gush out of you like a thick coat of varnish over a magnificent work of art.

Partly due to how most of his strength was gone, partly because how his hunger wasn’t satiated at all, Minho dropped to his knees in front of you, salivating over how your cunt was sodden with him and throbbing for more.

“You’re finally where you deserve to be,” you propped up on your elbows and pushed his face into you, “Clean up your mess.”

You said Clean up, but Minho heard Get as messy as you can. He closed his mouth over your soaked folds and started circling his tongue around your swollen clit, ruining the sheets under you with your slick, his cum, and the coat of spit he was covering you with. He was lost in sheer rapture, sucking your soul out of you with his eyes closed, making lewd sounds of contentment while feasting on you to repletion.

“Not enough,” he licked a long drag from your entrance to your clit, “Not… fucking… enough.”

His slender fingers prodded your entrance and slid inside with absolute lack of difficulty, caressing the engorged walls while fucking his cum as deep into you as he could. His sucks had morphed into slippery glides of his tongue to get you to throb in his mouth, slipping in a sneaky kiss here and there while fingering you hard.

“Do it,” he spoke into your pussy like a desperate moan, eyes refusing to open at any cost to bask in this fever dream a while longer, “Let it go. Do it on my face.”

You clenched as hard as you could as he kept stimulating a dangerously delicious spot inside you, his tongue still at work on your folds, and you kept imagining the same thing over and over again to win this mental battle. 

Lee Minho’s face. Drenched with you. Dripping down his chin. Disheveled to pulchritude.

When he started moaning into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and completely let go, dousing all his irritatingly handsome features with your cum. Minho was in love with the perfect mess he created out of you, still kissing and licking every inch, risking a severe case of overstimulation, but it was worth it. He let you savor the concoction you contrived together with a kiss long and deep, much tamer than anything you’d done to each other thus far. 

It tasted like a seamless medley on your tongue.

It took a long while for both of you to cool down and come to your senses. Once the breathing sounds echoing in the room turned down to a humane rhythm, your voice penetrated the thick silence.

“Why do you hate me so much, Minho?”

He took one glance at you and got up from the bed, then put on one of the bathrobes in the closet in front of him.

“Haven’t you ever heard of boys pulling the hair of the girls they like?” he spoke with his usual annoyingly teasing tone while picking up his shredded clothes from the floor, “Get a fucking grip and open your eyes. I’m not gonna spell this out for you.”

Your heart fell to your stomach again as Minho left the room, but quite differently than the way it did earlier that night.

All this time, you were sure what you were feeling for each other was a four-letter word.

But maybe the vowel you had bought was the wrong one.

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Fancall Fiasco - Hongjoong

"Fan service my ass! Guess I’m going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?"

•pairing: meandom!nonidol!hongjoong x idol!fem!reader

•word count: 4k

•tags: reader has an idol stage name that they go by, established relationship, mdni, smut, dirty filthy pure smut, possesive and MEAN hongjoong, degradation, name calling (whore, slut, cheater, etc), hair pulling, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, belt restraints, spanking, slight spitting, edging, overstimulation, biting/marking up (f receiving), slight cnc(?)...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Being an idol, you have to provide fan service to your loyal followers, however your boyfriend thinks you went a little too far with this one male fan and decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.

A/N: Phew howdy this is FILTHYYYY! Longest fic I've ever written too I think. After my call with Hongjoong, I couldn't stop thinking about if the roles were reversed and he got all jealous and possessive...Definitely need him to treat me this way. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Your group recently had a comeback, and to promote album sales and meet your amazing fans, you were doing 2-3 fancall events every single day. It was exhausting to see some familiar faces and having to talk to the same person multiple times in one day, but as an idol, you have to put up with that kind of stuff and just do your job.

The outfit your stylist put you in was super edgy and went with the concept for your recent album. It was a little revealing, but you didn’t mind too much cause you felt pretty. A black crop top with a metal o-ring right in the middle of your chest, a hooded top with the shoulders exposed that had grommets and rings down the arms, and connected to this ring on the hoodie top were two belt-like chains that went down your sides and hooked together in the back underneath the hood. Many of the fans you talked to today, mostly men, but occasional female fans, complimented you and said how beautiful you looked today. It was always refreshing getting to talk to the fellow female fans, as it felt more like girlhood than the male fans just trying to get in your pants. Although there was this one fan in particular, that was unbelievably handsome. After the staff member removed the paper from the camera, you were met with a gorgeous man, around the same age as you, you assumed.

“A-ah! H-Hi Hana!” He waved to you and seemed slightly nervous.

“Hi there-!” You quickly glanced down at your note, sitting next to the album you were supposed to sign for the fan. “Felix! So nice to meet you!” You said with a smile and waved with your free hand. You stared back at the fan with sparkling eyes, and your head tilted to the side as he waved back to you.

“I’m so excited to talk to you today…ah sorry, I’m so nervous.” He covered his face with his hands but left his eyes visible so he could stare at you.

"Ahh, don’t be nervous; I’m excited to talk to you too. Actually, you’re very handsome.” You said with a smirk and leaned closer to the camera. You watched as the fan lit up with excitement and heard a tiny gasp come from him.

“Oh- t-thank you so much. Y-you’re very pretty too.”

“Oh am I~? That’s so nice to hear. Thank you so much.” You continued to smile and bat your eyes at the fan, enjoying how flustered you were making him.

“Y-yes, I actually had a question for you, if I can ask.”

“Yes of course!” You took this opportunity to look down at the album, pick your favorite picture from this specific version of the album, and place your signature in the corner, along with a couple hearts for some fan service. The fan asked their question while you were signing.

“I was wondering how you came up with your stage name?” Ah yes, the question many fans ask you because they love to hear the clever response that you came up with.

“Ahh actually, so the number 1 in Korean is "hana,” and it has a lot of importance to me. It’s my favorite number, I was the first person to join our group, and I know I’ll always be the number 1 in your heart.” You took your time saying your response to drag out the time, looking around the room to pretend you were thinking about it, and then at the very end flashed a finger heart and a wink to the fan, to which he melted and covered his face with his hands again.

“Wow…you’re so cool Hana and so pretty.”

“Thank you so much!” You covered your smile with your hand to act all shy and cutesy. As the fans say, the company's rent was due, your fan service today has been insanely good. You heard the familiar sound of the timer going off, meaning the call was coming to an end. “Aww I’m so sorry Felix our time is up.” You said with a pout and brought your hands to a praying motion.

“Aww okay. Bye Hana! Thank you so much!” He waved to you and smiled.

“Bye handsome! Thank you!” You winked one last time as you waved, and the staff covered the camera with paper and ended the call. You made sure the call was done before you let out a sigh of relief and dropped your smile. The staff member that was helping you out for the day just smiled and chuckled the slightest bit.

“You were working hard there.” She said as she grabbed the album from you, placed the sticky note with the fan's order on it, and set it off to the side.

“Ahh yeah, he was cute though! Very sweet boy. It’s fans like that that make me love my job.” You took a couple sips out of the water bottle the staff provided for you and relaxed for a few seconds before the next call started.

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The events were done for the day, and exhausted was an understatement. You bowed to the event staff and thanked them many times before making your way out of the room and following your manager back to the designated room for your group. You quickly glanced at your phone and saw a message from your boyfriend.

Your blood ran cold. He sounded so serious. What could you have possibly done? I guess you were going to find out when you got back to your apartment. You and Hongjoong had plans to meet up after your schedules today anyway.

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You got back to your apartment, finally wearing some comfortable clothes. You walked into the front door, took your jacket off, and started to kick your shoes off before shouting out to your boyfriend, who was hiding somewhere. 

“Hongjoong! I’m bac-!” Your words were cut off by Hongjoong pressing you against the wall. His one hand grips onto your shoulder to keep you against the hard surface, and the other hand holds his phone and shoves the screen in your face.

“What the fuck is this?” He said lowly and through gritted teeth. You glanced over at the screen, breathing heavily, and saw a familiar-looking face on his screen. The video was from one of the many fan calls you had today. Specifically the really nice looking one. What was his name? Ah right, Felix.

“I don’t understand…”

“Don't play dumb with me Y/N! You’re practically fucking him through the screen!”

“N-no Hongjoong..what? L-let me see.” You reached up, took the phone from his hand, and read the post the fan had made to yourself.

The attached video had no sound, but subtitles were provided. You reviewed the video and smirked to yourself, watching the fan get all nervous and flustered again at your fan service. That’s exactly all it was. Fan service. You scrolled through some of the comments that had been made on that post by other fans.

Waahhh, omg you’re so lucky!!

SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! IMAGINE BEING CALLED HANDSOME BY HANA? GOD YOU’RE SO LUCKY

Ohhh she wants you fr fr

You smirked again and lightly scoffed at the various reactions from your fans. When you looked back up at Hongjoong to hand him his phone back, his arms were crossed, his breathing was deep and heavy, and he stared at you with aggressive eyes.

“B-baby it’s just fan service.”

“Fan service my ass!” He snatched his phone back from your hand and shoved it into his pocket. “Guess I’m going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?”

“Hongjoong no, you don’t have to do that. I-I know that-.” Your words were cut off again by Hongjoong pushing you back against the wall again and slamming his lips onto yours. The grip he had on your arms was enough to hurt a little bit, and you squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. “J-Joong.”

“Shut the fuck up cheater, or I’ll shove something in your mouth to make you shut up.” His behavior was so left-field for you, and you didn’t know how to feel. If you wanted to be truly honest, his possessive nature was making your pussy ache and damp.

“I didn’t d-do anything wrong!” 

“Didn’t do anything wrong….listen to yourself!” He yelled slightly and slid his hands down to grab both of your wrists, then slammed them up against the wall. He pressed his body frame against you, so you were completely against the wall. His face is right in your face, leaving no room for personal space. “I fucking own you; you got that? You’re mine, and when I see you flirting and undressing your fans with those seductive eyes of yours..I get a little…pissed off. So now, I have to make sure you haven’t forgotten exactly who you belong to.”

“Hongjoong I-.” Your heart was beating rapidly, and you did not know what else to say or do. He waited for you to try to say another smart remark before he took your hands held above your head, held them in one hand, and pulled you along as he started stomping toward your room. “Stop! What are you doing?”

“Teaching you a fucking lesson.” He threw his arm forward, which resulted in you stumbling forward and dropping down at the edge of the bed. He stepped back and ripped his shirt off over his head and, with one hand, threw it to the side of the room. You were propping yourself up with one arm and leaning back onto the bed as he walked closer to you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and forced your face to look up at him. Taking a few seconds to look at your face and smile slyly. 

“Are you scared of what I am capable of, Y/N?” You shook your head from side to side in response. “Use your fucking words slut.”

“N-no!” You stuttered out.

“You don’t sound so confident~.”

“I’m not scared of you!” You retaliated, but he just smirked at you. 

“Guess I'll have to make you scared of me then.” Not a moment passed before he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off the bed, down on your knees, onto the floor in front of him. You winced from the pain as he dragged you down. You tilted your head up to look at him, hoping your expression would fill him with remorse. “Pathetic really. You think looking at me like that will make me forget what you did today? Think again.” As he spoke, his free hand fought with his belt to get it off. He snapped the belt to the side, almost like a whip, and squatted down to be in front of you. You dared not to look at him, but you could feel his eyes piercing into you. You felt his hand release from your hair. He tenderly traced his hands along your arms and brought them together, holding your wrists together again with his hands.

“I don’t want you fucking touching me, so this is how I’ll fix that.” He took the belt and tightened it harshly around your wrists, pulling the belt tought and wrapping it a few times, allowing the end of the belt to stick out as a grip for him to hold onto. He stood back up and pulled your arms up with the belt. Your head rag dolled with your arms being pulled up. At this point, you had given in to him and were ready to accept whatever punishment he was giving you right now. 

Your eyes followed his hand, which was not holding your restraint, and your eyes were led to the zipper on his pants. He pulled the zipper down and shimmed his pants down just barely past his hips, enough for him to be able to whip his cock out. 

“Open up whore.” He demanded, and you found yourself quickly obeying. He raised the arm holding your restraint a little higher before shoving his cock directly into your mouth. Pushing himself all the way in, not allowing you to prepare yourself at all. Your eyes immediately filled with tears, and you tried your best not to gag. Hongjoong had an average-sized cock, but that doesn't mean it was easy for you to take him. You heard Hongjoong groan above you, and you glanced up at him to see the look on his face. His head was tilted back slightly, and his mouth was agape just the slightest bit.

“God I’m gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna fuck this little throat of yours so good it’ll be hard for you to sing at your precious music show tomorrow.” You whimpered at his dirty talk, but also because your voice is an extremely valued asset to your group, and if you can’t perform at your best, it will definitely not go unnoticed. He shoved himself further inside your mouth, and you couldn’t help but gag so hard that you started to cough. You pulled yourself off and back away from him, and you continued coughing until you felt better. Hongjoong scoffed at you.

“Unbelievable.”

“Joongie please…” Your voice is nearly above a whisper, still trying to come back to you after having his dick deep in your throat. Your eyes are now bloodshot and watery, looking at him hoping he’ll feel some sympathy and realize he's going a little too hard on you.

“You should have thought about the consequences before flirting with that fan baby.” He shrugs and dismisses your cry for help. You braced yourself, thinking he was going to shove himself back inside your throat, but to your surprise, he pulled you up by the belt restraint, so you were standing up. He steadied you by placing his free hand on your shoulder and looking at you deep in the eyes. “You’re lucky I actually give a shit about your career. Be thankful I don’t completely ruin your fragile ass.” He tilted his head while talking to you, smirking at the end of his sentence.

“Y-yes, thank you.”

“Shut up. That wasn’t an invitation.” He unexpectedly let go of the belt, and your arms fell down in front of you, hitting the front of your crotch. You whimpered at the impact and felt the blood rush back into your arms. He placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you, so you fell back onto the bed. Letting out a grunt when your back made contact with the mattress. Hongjoong stepped closer to the bed and gripped onto your sweatpants. 

“I don’t want to hear another sound out of you, got it?” You opened your mouth to agree, but quickly closed it and nodded your head instead. "Finally, you got some sense knocked into you.” He pulled your sweatpants down, and you heard a soft chuckle come out of him. “My my, you’ve made a mess down here already.” You wanted to squirm, but his grip on your legs prevented you from doing so. Your struggle must have said enough because he took two of his fingers and placed them on the wet patch on your underwear. The room was quiet enough that you could hear the squishing sound of your wetness spreading even more, completely soaking your undergarments.

“You like me treating you like this, huh?” He said as he pushed his fingers into you harder. You bit your lip to suppress the whimper that so desperately wanted to come out. His two fingers finding your clit through your underwear and massaging it delicately. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip harder. You arched your back slightly and tilted your head into the bed.

“Look at you getting all needy for me now. Bet you were not thinking about me when talking to that boy toy of yours.” His tone was so condescending. You had really pissed him off, and he was going to make sure you knew and remembered who you belonged to. He removed his fingers from your clothed pussy and pulled them down. Completely removing those and your sweatpants in the process. You felt the cold air of the room blow across your bare area and got cold chills on your body. He harshly gripped your thighs and pulled your legs further apart, completely exposing yourself to him. You felt his warm breath against you as he leaned in closer. He pushes your legs apart a little more, and you whimper at the pain of being overstretched. Hongjoong hears your whimper and slaps the side of your leg with his hand.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

“S-sorry.” You muttered and felt Hongjoong slap your side again, harder than the last time. Next thing you know, he dives his tongue straight into your pussy, licking and sliding his mouth everywhere. His warm tongue collects all of your juices that have recently come out. He swirls your fluids around in his mouth and spits it right back out onto you, licking and lapping it up all over again. His nose is pushing right onto your clit. You so badly want to take your hands and grip the side of his hair, but with your hands tied, you can’t. Your body writhes and squirms underneath him, and with every movement you make, you feel him pushing that side of you back down to keep you secured to the bed. He continues to lick and tongue-fuck you, too enthralled in your pussy to notice all of the soft whimpers and moans you have been letting out. You feel a knot begin to form in your lower stomach, but just as you are about to go over the edge, Hongjoong pulls away from you. You tilt your head down to look at him, breathing heavily and wondering why he stopped. He looks back at you and uses his tongue to lick your excessive fluids that have built up around his lips. Pulling his tongue back in and letting it rest against his teeth as he smirks at you, looking at him with desperation and confusion.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easily? This is your punishment whore. Nothing good will come out of this, you hear me?” 

You pouted and wiggled your arms to try to prop yourself up. You just wanted to cum so badly and get this punishment over with. Hongjoong takes this time to grab your sides and flip you over onto your stomach. Your legs are still dangling off the edge of the bed, and you feel him spread your legs apart a little bit with his hands and nuzzle himself in between. He glides his hand up your right thigh and caresses your ass cheek.

“Such a pretty ass, but it’ll look even better with my handprints all over it. Wouldn’t you agree?” You wiggled your hips to agree with him. He firmly grips your cheek before pulling his hand away and forcing it back down onto your ass. He watches as the skin, fat, and muscle recoil from the slap. You push your head into the bed to muffle any sounds that might come out of your mouth. Hongjoong not being satisfied with his work yet, lifted his hand up again and smacked your ass harshly for the second time. You started to feel the stinging and burning feeling. Your ass was now a pretty shade of pink, but Hongjoong was still not satisfied. He lifted his hand one more time and put all his effort into slapping your ass again. You heard him grunt as he swung his arm down. Putting all of his force into smacking you. You pushed your hips back, unintentionally asking him for more.

“It’s funny you think I’m going to give you what you want. Really? After what you did today?” Hongjoong massaged your stinging and red cheek as he said this, and you softly moaned at the feeling. Finally being able to feel some comfort after a couple minutes of pain. Hongjoong flips you around again and leans down, placing his arms on both sides of you to support himself. He reaches for the belt restraint and takes it off of you.

“This is not an invitation for you to touch me, got it?”

“Y-yes sir.” You whispered as you nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. He smirks for a second and tosses the belt to the side of the room. He places one arm back at your side while the other hand touches his cock to guide himself into you. Instead of slamming himself inside of you like before, he slowly inserts his dick into you. Your walls swallow him, and you can feel every vein on his cock. He removes his hand from his dick as he goes further in and places it beside you on the other side.

“God dammit you’re so tight.” He growls through gritted teeth. Pushing himself all the way, slowly. You squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you nicely. Happy to finally have his cock inside you after him edging you. Your arms were sprawled out to the side, unsure of where to put them since you can’t put them on Hongjoong like you normally would.

“I’m gonna drill myself so far into you that you’ll still feel me inside you days later. So you can never forget me. Huh? Remember? You’re mine Y/N. You’re my toy to fuck and play with. Think about that the next time you want to whore yourself out to your fans. I bet he couldn’t fuck you like I could. No, he couldn’t. Cause if he even remotely got close to you, he’d be gone in seconds. No one touches you except for me. You got that? Mine…you’re fucking mine!” Hongjoong spouts off, getting increasingly louder and harder with his thrusts. He has fully leaned his body down onto you, so you are chest to chest. His dick keeps drilling inside you, and your head is spinning. His dirty and possessive words go straight to your core.

“Hongjoong-”

"Yeah, fucking say my name. Who’s fucking you this good?”

“Hongjoong!”

“That’s right you slut!” He thrusts himself into you harder and faster. You feel your orgasm building up again. You so desperately want to grab onto his arms and hold onto him as you’re cumming. Hongjoong dives his head into your neck and kisses and nips at your skin, surely leaving little marks on your skin.

“S-stop! Tomorrow…schedule!” You plead, trying to tell him not to mark up your skin since you have performances to do the next day.

“No! I’m letting all of your precious fans know you’re already taken, and there is no chance of them being able to get with you.” He mutters seductively against your neck. A few more thrusts and neck kisses, and your release bubbles out of you. You cry out his name, each one louder than the last, as you cum all over his cock. “Fuck! Yeah that’s right. I’m the only one capable of making you cum this hard.” His thrusts are getting sloppy, and you can tell he is close to his release. He is still pounding into you, which is overstimulating you. Muttering “yeah” and “fuck” to himself quietly over and over again, grunting and groaning. Eventually, he fills you up with his load. Tilting his head down and panting as he tries to calm himself down. He pulls himself out of you, and you whimper. Completely fucked out and brainless at this point.

“Just to check…who do you belong to?”

“You Hongjoong…o-only you.”

“That’s right. Don’t forget that ever again; you got it?”

“Yes Hongjoong.”

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butch dichotomy :)

cishet men dni

That fluffy robe, face mask, and vibrator combo is the only way to end a rough a day🥲

Unthinking my thoughts at 4:57am 🤭

Okay to reblog, I could use the serotonin

Grayson with a House wife kink

+ some breeding kink in there <3

This is something I’ve thought about toughly and personally believe that while it is still a kink for her it’d also be a lifestyle dynamic she’d be in love with.

Her working hard to provide for her and her wife while you’re back home cleaning the house and cooking dinner and taking care of yalls fur babies (Grayson has a white cat named soap and a Doberman named warm water fight me).

When she finally gets home she smells her favorite meal just waiting for her in the kitchen. you greet her with a kiss and a “Welcome home hunny!!” Then you take her jacket and gloves to hang up and put away. Then, you get her settled at the dinner table while you prepare her plate for her.

You give her the plate and ask her “How was your day darling?” and then Grayson would go on to tell you the stories of her day and rant a bit about incompetent workers (*cough* *cough* MARCUS *cough* *cough*) she always makes sure to leave out the more explicit parts of her story for you in case you don’t want to hear, and if you’re like me and wanna hear she’ll tell you if you ask.

She’ll always ask you back how you’re day was as well and you’ll say the usual but with a little twist. “ Oh you know me. I cleaned up around the house walked the dog fed the cat and cooked your favorite, and once I was all done I even had a chance dress up for you :>” that’s when the you lift the skirt of your dress to reveal the bottom half of a pretty lingerie set in the sheriff’s favorite color. Suddenly dinner was completely neglected in place for dessert~

 !!NSFW WARNING!! breeding kink hc’s and drabbles below I refer to Grayson’s strap as a dick <33

Now you may be asking “do you think Grayson wants kids?” and the answer to that would be no. She feels that she is too busy and too old to be responsible of kids now, BUT getting to breed her wife and tell her how sweet it’d be to see her wifey all pregnant with her babies and and taking care of yalls kids so you’re not only a house wife but a stay at home mom as well? Hot it is so hot and is placed into the love making EVERYTIME.

“Fuck! Graysonn~” you whine feeling Grayson’s dick pounding in and out of you while she switches between leaving hickeys on your neck and whispering praises/growling in your ear. “Come on love, keep telling me about your day. I told you I want all the details.” You try to form a sentence but anytime you got a single word out Grayson would start thrusting her dick inside you harder and faster chuckling with every broken moan you let out of you pretty mouth. “Aw I’m sorry love I missed that what we’re you saying?” she knew how close you were and just wanted you to mess with you a little and wants to hear you desperately try and obey her but failing miserably due to her violent thrusts. “Ah! gr-gray~ cum-cummingg.” “Cum all you like my dear just know I won’t let you go till you nice and full of my fucking babies.” 

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OMFG THIS TOOK SO LONG @sevikasleftpussyflap is responsible for this mess of a fuckin headcannon/drabble anyways please enjoy <333

More Sevika spanking hc's mayhaps *stares intensely* /lh

mayhaps.... also I imagined the other mistress as Grayson but you can think of whoever you want ;)

Includes/Warnings: NSFW, Reward and Punishment spanking, Aftercare, BDSM shows, Corporal punishment, non consensual spanking, Dom and switch Sev, Inexperienced reader and bratty reader, fingering, teasing, humiliation, electrical play

Reward spanking

If you’re inexperienced or new to spanking and want to try it out, she’ll give you that cocky smirk and tell you “Just let me know, sweetheart.” 

Sevika’s been around the block countless times and will be thrilled to introduce you to what she’s learned over the years. She offers to take you to the BDSM shows at The Gardens so you can learn more from an outside source and discover what interests you if you’re unsure. She notices the way your eyes are glued onto the stage as a Mistress spanks her sub, the way your thighs press together and how you adorably blush and gasp as red welts appear on their thighs. You’re so focused that she can’t help but tease, saying they aren’t going to disappear if you blink.

“Why do they have to thank her?” You inquired in a whisper to Sevika who was watching the show like it was a regular Friday night.

“To show respect. And as appreciation for correcting them, or in this case, rewarding them.”

You look at her with owlish eyes, mouth dropping as you recall how the sub wailed out their gratitude.

“How is that a reward?!”

Sevika smirked at you, retaliating with a cryptic, “You tell me.”

You shyly hid behind Sevika after the show as the Mistress approached her and began conversing as if they were old friends. After tonight’s demonstration, you were thoroughly intimidated and content to use Sev as a shield until her eyes found you and she introduced herself with a soft tone you wouldn’t have thought she was capable of. You meekly greeted her and let Sevika do most of the talking, embarrassingly informing her about how you were here to learn. You were shocked out of your humiliation when you learned that Sev and her used to dom subs together.

After you inform Sevika that you're interested in spanking, she lets you tell her what position you want to be in, to which you respond in surprise, “there’s different positions?”

Sevika keeps her smirk just on the cusp of teasing. She knew you were new to this and it involved a great deal of trust on your part, so she wanted to make this as easy for you as possible. Her eyes were drawn to the anxious biting of your lip and she lifted a hand to gently tug it out from under your tooth, correcting the behavior.

“There’s several positions. Some are more comfortable, more pleasurable for spankings that aren’t meant to be punishments.”

“Spanking doesn’t have to be a punishment?” You would feel silly asking this to anyone, but your brute is distracting you by rubbing her hands up and down the length of your arms, ending by taking your hands in hers to hold and provide comfort.

“Nope.” Sevika pretends to admire your nails, likely trying to make you more comfortable by not forcing you to make eye contact with her. “I can show you all of them, so you can pick which one you want to do. Or start with.” 

Her eyes finally meet yours, shooting you a wink that has your face heating. You nod and take a step forward. Just when you think she’s going to show you the first one, her lips are on yours in the most gentle kiss you’ve ever felt. 

“Know your safe words? If you feel overwhelmed or need a break, let me know and we’ll stop. This is to make you feel good, baby. Don’t be nervous.” 

“Thank you.” Warmth fills your chest. If someone had told you that Sevika would be the most doting girlfriend you’ve ever had or heard about, you’d have laughed. But so far into your relationship she’s been nothing but loving and protective. Your needs and wants were always put first. 

“Don’t thank me. Okay, first one. I’m gonna have to manhandle you for this.” Another surprise for you, she always let you know or asked if she could maneuver your body, which you were always okay with, of course. You’ve seen her shove people out of her way, snatch drinks from their hands, walk right over them if they were in her path. But not you. You were like a delicate flower she didn’t want to bring any harm to.

“What positions do you already know?” Her arms settled around your waist to lift you so you were straddling her knee, palm coming to bend your torso so you were parallel with the bed she was sitting on.

“Um, what positions- oh! Okay,” Her touch had fried your brain. “I know the, the over the lap one. And then bending over a table?” 

She answers you with a hum and you imagine her head is nodding. 

“Those are the most common. Most of the others are variations, like this one.” 

You take a second to comprehend the position and how you feel. Your clit was pressed against the fabric of her pants, only leaving you to guess how heavy swats raining down on your bottom would feel. 

“If I needed to, I could hold you down under my arm,” Her metal hand encompasses your chest. Your face heats at the words, ‘if I needed to’ and how she knows you’d let her do just about anything to you.

“And like this,” A thick, muscled calf wraps around yours, making you gasp as your legs are spread further. You wore underwear as per Sevika’s suggestion to make you feel more comfortable while you were trying out something new, and you prayed she didn’t see how your cunt clenched around nothing. “Leaves you more exposed, vulnerable.” 

You were nothing if not vulnerable when she was around. But you don’t tell her that.

A few gentle taps across your ass in a mockery of a spanking has you jolting, her hand so large it’s impossible to not land on your folds.

“Woah, you okay?” Amusement, but some cautiousness fills her voice at the thought of you in distress. 

“Yeah, sorry. Just didn’t expect that.”  

“Don’t apologize. We okay to keep going?”

“Yes, Sevika. This one’s nice. A bit intense, but nice.” 

Another hum. 

“That’s a good position for you to cum during a spanking,” you’re pulled across her lap in a more traditional position, except only one of your legs is over hers. The other one is trapped under the same leg of hers, the one that’s sandwiched between the both of yours. She’s able to pin it down in this position too and once again your clit has a leg to rub against. It’s only when you feel a beat against your thigh that you realize she’s pressed against you as well. “So is this one. Intimate. Feels good for me too.” 

Sevika cants her hips to press more into your thigh and yes, you can feel the damp fabric of her pants. Her voice is thick but controlled and it is going to be your undoing.

Again, three gentle taps to simulate a spanking end the demonstration and she’s onto the next.

There’s quite a few, way more than you thought there’d be. Sevika had voiced her very favorable opinion about the wheelbarrow position, where your elbows rested on a pillow on the floor while your legs straddled her lap. If you struggled, she could easily hold you down with her feet pressed to your shoulders, leaving you completely vulnerable. Your spread legs gave her a humiliating full view of your holes, at her mercy to finger as she pleased.

She had you lay on your back with your legs in the air for her to hold. It was one of the few positions that allowed her to see your burning face. It also gave her clear access to the tops of your thighs, a very sensual and sensitive place to spank according to her.

One in particular she seemed enthused about was where she could straddle your lower back. She had told you that you two can wrestle to make it more exciting and she can then immobilize you, pinning you down so you’re forced to endure until she wants to stop. 

When she finishes, she pulls you up to sit on her thigh, brushing tussled hair out of your face.

“What’d you think? Which one was your favorite?” 

Your first spanking would be light and easy. She has plenty of time to build your pain tolerance later.

“How’s that feel?” Sevika’s hand rubbed where she landed her first hit, tender yet firm in a way that had you throbbing.

“It’s okay.” Your skin was barely tingling from where she struck it.

“Is it okay to go harder?” At your approval, three heavy swats rained down.

It was almost overwhelming, the vulnerability of being exposed to her, the sensations of pain and pleasure mingling, and the sympathetic caress that came after.

A low moan came from you and you nearly begged her to keep going.

“Too hard?”

“No, no, that's perfect.“

“We’re gonna start with ten. How’s that sound, baby?” She was still massaging you, so agonizingly sweet you almost snapped at her to hurry up and hit you.

“Good, good, please-”

“Then count for me.”

The first one landed on the tender skin of your upper thigh, the first time she spanked you there. The shock had you squirming enough to where she tightened her hold on you.

“O-one.”

The pain level didn’t deviate from the agreed upon amount. She knew what she was doing and you began to wonder just how many people she had over her lap before those stinging smacks directed your attention to your sore bottom.

By the tenth one, your ass was warm but you weren’t quite ready to stop.

“More?”

“Yes, please, yes-”

Sevika didn’t make you beg. She spanked you until she wrung out every gasp, whimper and moan out of you. Once she ordered you to spread your legs, her hand connected to your aching core and it only took about ten more until you were coming. 

Punishment spankings with Sevika would leave your ass bruised for days. She’d get you warmed up first, rubbing and massaging your skin until you’re warm and worked up and she can feel your arousal between your thighs. Then she’d start whaling on you, making you a panting, moaning, yelping mess as you battle with pleasure so intense it’s painful and pain so intense it’s pleasure. Part of the punishment would be not letting you finish. She adores watching you throw a fit and angrily give her the silent treatment while she cuddles you. 

 At any given opportunity she would grab and knead the swollen flesh to see you whine and bury your face in the blankets. She’ll apply some soothing ointment and give you the task of putting it on throughout the day. If she finds out you’re not doing it regularly, she’ll show up wherever you are to drag you to the nearest empty room and do it herself. Humiliating.

“Oh! Sevika, wha- what are you doing here?” You nervously glance around at your coworkers trying their best to not stare. Sevika only raises an eyebrow as if to say, ‘you really want me to say it out loud?’

Face on fire, you grab her hand and head towards an empty supply closet. 

Somehow this is worse than when she was actually busting your ass. You feel infantile with your pants around your ankles, ass bare and over her lap while Sev takes her sweet time rubbing the oil over dark patches. 

“If you actually did what you were told, I would be able to trust you with taking care of yourself, wouldn’t I?” 

You take the opportunity of rolling your eyes while your face is hidden from her sight. It’s not like you were intentionally disobeying her, you just had too much going on to remember. 

A tap to your sore ass signals that she’s finished, and she helps pull up your underwear and pants at a leisurely pace. You’re picked up and set back on your feet like you were no more than a doll. She kisses your burning face and you’ve never felt so incompetent.

Sevika gets tired with how often she has to spank her brat. Once she caught on that you enjoy it more than you’re supposed to, she needed to come up with more methods of punishment like touch denial, making you take apart every piece of her arm and clean it until it shines, or do the dishes at the Last Drop, or clean her office, and several other chores that make you tired enough to not feel like bratting anymore. 

Hear me out, Sevika with a spoiled reader. Maybe you come from a rich family in piltover and you’re used to getting your way. Your entitled, pompous attitude earns you frequent spankings but then you use those doe eyes on her and she eventually gives in to you. Maybe it’s an AU where Sevika is your bodyguard and you take joy in infuriating her and making her job hell. She threatens to put you over her knee several times yet you’re still shocked when she actually does it. You’re miraculously well behaved from there on. 

Scheduled spankings with Sevika, if you’ve been really bad and she doesn’t think one lesson will cut it. The anticipation, the nervousness, the embarrassment of knowing what’s coming, trying to distract her so she’ll forget but she never does.

She’ll make you think she’s forgotten too, and then when you sneakily try to retreat to the room she’ll whistle and you’ll find her sitting down and she’ll glance at her lap expectantly. “You’re not getting out of this. C’mon, over my lap.”

Just like her punishments, she never half-asses aftercare. If you’re crying she’ll hold you and tell you how good you did. She’s a bit of a pushover when you cry and she’ll end up getting you your favorite food. She also rubs a soothing balm in afterwards. She’ll never give you a chance to think she’s still mad or hates you because she’ll hold you until you stop crying or until she sees you smile again. You’re not leaving her arms until she pulls a giggle from you.

She has a preference for different instruments depending on the occasion. If it’s a punishment spanking, then she’ll use her belt, a paddle with holes or a flogger, or anything in her hand really because the woman can turn anything into a weapon. The belt is really for impromptu punishments and is always with her, so you quiet down when her hand goes to the buckle in warning. 

If it’s more for fun, then she’d use a riding crop and take her time littering hits all over your body, leaving you guessing where the next one will land. She likes the way her hand encompasses a good portion of your ass, and likes watching it make your ass glow redder with each hit. Her hand is usually how she warms you up for the more intense toys. 

I can see her being into electrical play, with an electric fly swatter put to use on either you or her. If you convince her to sub for the night and use this on her clit, her ass, her tits, you will hear her make sounds you’ve never heard before. She would go wild if you’re fingering her or holding a vibrator to her and periodically give her a little zap. If she’s tied up, I can see her orgasm being so strong she breaks the bed frame or bonds you have her hands in.

“Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, fuck-“ 

“Does that feel good, Vika?” 

Sevika’s eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, subtly rolling her hips against the vibrator as much as the binds will allow.

You press the wires against her abdomen until you see a spark and you’re met with a delicious groan from her. Those pretty, glassy gray eyes shoot open along with her mouth in a pained moan. 

“Vika, I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, so fucking good-“ Her hips are grinding steadily against the toy between her legs and you know she’s about to cum. Several, quick shocks hit the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and she cums with a scream, eyes rolling hard into the back of her head.  

You watch her release drip from her thighs in satisfaction, putting down the swatter and crawling up to gently undo her hands. Sevika’s eyes are bleary and unfocused. Once her hands are freed, one takes several tries to grab you, confirming your suspicion that she needs time to recover her vision and likely the ability to form a coherent thought. 

You’re cautiously aware to keep your weight off of the slight burns as she pulls you on top of her, hand clutching you as if you were going to leave her. Precisely why you prepare the water and snacks on the nightstand before a session.

“Babe,” She starts, panting several times before she can continue. “That was so fucking amazing-“ 

Sevika is naturally a tease. It’s ingrained in her DNA. The stinging slaps of her palm against your ass already have you wet, but then she’ll take a moment to give you a tender stroke, gentle probing against your clit, or dip a finger inside to then hold it to your face and tease you about your arousal. “What’s this? This all because of a little spanking?” 

Then she’s starting again and you can feel the wetness on her finger from each one that goes straight to the throbbing bundle between your thighs, bringing you closer and closer to the edge so that when she rubs you or sticks a finger in you, you’re coming before you know what’s happening. 

Sevika is delighted and very amused. She’s teasing you even harder, laughing as she pushes the fingers all the way in as you clench around them. “Greedy little thing, isn’t it?” 

Those fingers stuff your cum back inside you until you reach a hand around to slap at her, but it’s easily pinned against your back with enough pressure to make you gasp. She waits a few moments to hear a safe word but when there’s silence she asks, “You gonna be good?”

Now it’s time for the strap because you’re dripping on the floor and, “Your pussy’s hungry, baby. See? It wants more.”

Inktober day 27: Plague Doctor Devorak, with the mask

… and a bonus bottled leech to complete the look! Thank you @mistresswanda for the suggestion!

I want to fuck you until the condom breaks

I need to wonder why your cunt suddenly feels so good until I can't help it but cum inside. Mistakingly thinking we're protected so I make sure I force myself as deep as i can into you until I pull out to see my cum flooding out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs pooling into a little white puddleunderneath you.

+18

When they comment on how your body reacts to them. Saying things like:

"You like that right? Your tightening around me babygirl, don't lie."

"Oh baby your thighs are shaking so much, and it's all for me."

"You can't even keep eye contact with me beautiful. Do I really make you this nervous or are you scared you'll fall for me even deeper?"

"I wonder how much you can take of me, I'm barely in and you are shivering so much love..."

"You want me to fill you up huh? Don't you feel the way your pussy reacts to me? It wants this, you can't lie to me."

"All you can do is hold on to me with those shaky hands of yours...and moan my name when I thrust back in."

"Like the way you wrap your legs around me to keep me in place without even knowing what you are asking for."

Um yes please...

C/W: Obsessed again, rough

Oh, you want a gangbang? That’s a shame because I would never let another man touch you. Get that silly thought out of your pretty little head, or I’ll have to fuck it out of you. I’ll push you down flat on your stomach and mount your silken cunt. My cunt. My fuckhole. I’ll brutally rail every last thought out of your brain, until the only thought you can think is how good my dick feels ravaging your slutty, wet pussy. Until you can no longer dare think of other men. Until you realise that you belong in my arms only.

Darling~

old doodle I decided to full color of my bbygirl springy bc IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOR ABOUT EM 💀

I’m losing my mind why is he so hot

…and I just thought “all right, still over one hour to go, let’s see if th…”

Speechless

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