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February Filth Fest : Day Fifteen

Song Mingi x fem reader x Jeong Yunho

a/n: good god i love this one

"Our Princess is needy isn't she?"

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut w/o plot, p0rn star au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, size kink, poly relationship, no build up, live streaming, dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, unprotected( :( ), dacryphilia, slight nipple play, one slap, pet names(princess, baby / min, minie, baby / daddy)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Why'd you stop, Baby?" Yunho asks from the sidelines as Mingi slows his thrusts. He can't answer, head falling into your shoulder as he breaths heavily. "Princess?" He asks you instead.

"He's dumb, Daddy. He's gonna cum, can feel it." He stands up, stepping over the wire connected to your laptop and climbing up onto the bed behind Mingi.

The camera is situated to make sure all of your faces are cut off, something all of you had agreed on immediately. But all of the 800 viewers can see you caged under Mingis slumped figure, almost hidden completely as he holds onto you with his big arms. All 817 can see Yunho's big hands sliding up your legs.

A quiet ping rings out, and Yunho looks over to the monitor with his head on Mingis back. "They want to see you fuck her, Minie. Think you can handle that? Or you too close, Baby?"

"Too close, Daddy." He whines into your neck, grabbing your wrist and pinning them down after you decide to tease his nipple. You giggle, and push it by rolling your hips. "F-fuck!"

"Don't be a tease, Princess." Yunhos words make you settle, arm wrapping around the large expanse of Mignis back and rubbing gently in an apology.

"Sorry, Minie. Jus' want to be fucked."

A ping follows immediately, then another. And Yunho laughs lowly. "Yeah, our Princess is needy isn't she?"You whine as Mingis hips leave yours, groaning at the emptiness of your cunt.

"Don't worry," Mingi whispers as he lays down beside you and cuddles up: hard cock pressed against you hip. "Daddy's gonna fuck you good. He's so good to us." He isn't even playing it up for the camera. Yunho is so good to the both of you. His babies.

"You need me to stretch you out more, Princes-" "No, wan' your cock."

He slaps your thigh lightly and it makes you yelp, drowning out the pinging of the computer. "What, Baby?"

"He wants you to say please," Mingi says matter-of-factly, letting his hand settle on your breast and engulfing it completely. You roll your eyes at him and place your hand over his as he begins to knead your flesh and distract you as Yunho spreads your legs further to make room for himself.

"Please, Daddy? I r- I need- ugh! Min, stop!" You grab at his broad shoulder and dig your fingers in as he latches his mouth on your nipple, making sure to keep his face away from the cameras view.

"Come on, Princess. I know you can ask nice... be a good girl."

"Please, fuck me! I need it! Need your cock, please, please!" Mingi sees the tears trickling down your cheek as you beg and, knowing the pain of wanting Yunhos cock so badly you cry, he cups a hand over your cheek and moans into your tit to comfort you.

"I don't know..." Yunhos words make you cry out, grabbing for him.

"Please, Daddy, you know I've been good. We've both been good! Plea-"

"Should I fuck her?" He turns his body to the camera to let everyone know he's talking to them. Both you and Mingi sit up quickly when Yunho curls his fingers in a 'come hither' motion. Mingi steadies you with his hands on your hips as he pushes you infront of him.

"Should I?" He asks again, hand resting on your knee as you kneel on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flick through the fast moving chat, whining as you see the majority of them say for 'Daddy' to keep making 'Min' try and fuck you.

"No, please... wan- please, want Daddy to fuck us." Multiple donations come in and one of them reads 'daddy should fuck her'. Mingi catches you as you nearly fall over to get at the computer and read more. He pulls you back with his hands placed over your chest, and everything picks up pace on the screen.

"Thank you, thank you! You saw that? They said fuck me, so fuck me, Daddy, c'mon!" You yell excitedly, hands grabbing at Mingis hand in happiness and wrapping around one of his fingers. Mingi laughs into the back of your head, and Yunho leans back in laughter at your excitement.

When he fixes his posture, he sees a comment that breaks his brain.'Princess is so tiny! Look at her hands!!' His neck almost snaps at how fast he turns and looks at the two of you.

Mingis large hands are still fixed over your breast, pulling your back to his chest. Your hands look tiny in comparison, especially as you hold onto each of his index fingers: grounding yourself in your excitement.

"Fuck," he whispers as it fully sinks in. He lifts you up slowly and turns your around to face him as you sit in his lap. He takes you in a hot, rough kiss as he sinks you down on his cock.

Mingi comes up behind Yunho, holding your hands as they drape over his shoulders. "Does he feel good? He feels so good?" He wants it just as badly as you do, but he knows to wait his turn- especially when the camera is on."Princess, is it good, tell me, come on," he draws out, wrapping his arms over both you and Yunho, holding your back and digging in with his nails.

"You know it does, Minie... You k... Oh, Daddy!" You scream as he bucks up into you fast, hard. "Daddy, God!"

Mingi smiles as you grab his hands,pulling them back up and weaving your fingers together over Yunhos shoulders. "Fuck, Min, you- ah! You should feel this, so good! Daddy's so good!" 'Daddy' smiles into your chest, bouncing your hips on his big cock as you tell your boyfriend how good he's fucking you.

Pings come one after another with donations, almsot completely drowned out by your loud moans and the slapping of skin. "Min," he groans.

"Yes, Daddy," he answers as he lets one of your hands loose and runs it down his back.

"Read them to me." He does this often, making one or the both of you read them out loud as he's occupied.

"Wants to know if Dadd... if Daddy's huge cock stretch's you out..." the same realization that Yunho had is now dawning on him.

"Yes," you whimper a short response, unoccupied hand wrapping up in the top of Yunhos hair.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Wants to know if Princess' little cunt can take your cum."

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!" You both yell out.

"Fuck!" The both of you scream out.

𝖋𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖙 ²

2/1: ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ

2/3: ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇꜱ/ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ➠ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

2/5: ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ/ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

2/7: ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

2/9: ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

2/11: ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ/ᴀᴜʀᴀʟɪꜱᴍ ➠ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

2/13: ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ ➠ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/15: ᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ/ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

2/17: ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ/ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

2/19: ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅ/ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴍɪɴɢɪ/ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/21: ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

2/23: ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ/ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ/ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

2/25: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ꜰʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ/ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

2/27: ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇx/ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

✮ ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ꜰɪᴄ: ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ✮

2/29: ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ꜱᴇɴꜱᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰꜰꜰ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ -> ♡

FFF day 11: impregnation

Working On One More

Yunho/reader

word count: 2.2k

masterlist  fff masterlist

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, established relationship, fingering, talk about babies, unprotected sex, Jeong Yunho has a breeding kink, multiple rounds/orgasms, mirror sex, belly bulge

this was self indulgent as fuck. enjoy

This was something you and Yunho had been planning for a while, but there seemed like no better time than now. The two of you had just landed for your honeymoon, and after so many years with it being just you two, you had decided it was time for a baby. It certainly helped that not too long after you started dating Yunho you had quickly discovered his little breeding kink. Honestly, it surprised you that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Your husband’s recovery time was insane and the man went nearly feral whenever you slyly ask him to knock you up.

But that brought you to now, waiting naked on your shared bed for him to come back to the suite from his morning swim. The man certainly loved his exercise and his physique was one of the things you loved about him, so you didn’t hold it against him. Plus, you two had the whole week to make sure he knocked you up.

You did however start to get impatient, your hand drifting between your parted legs. You found yourself already soaking wet from imagining what he was going to do to you this coming week. It wasn’t hard to imagine him running through the door, swim shorts low on his waist and that wild look in his eyes that you loved. His hand would yank you towards him, rushing to pull down his shorts, skin still damp. How he’d either bury his face between your legs or thrust his long fingers inside you.

You went with his fingers, trying desperately to recreate the feeling with two of your own, but whining in frustration when you couldn’t reach the pleasant depths he could. You settled for rubbing your clit, slow circles as you imagined how he’d finger you. 

Starting with one. He’d sink one into you, curling it up to stroke over your g-spot, having your body jerk in response. How he’d nip at your neck and shoulders. Or maybe move down, leave marks all over your breasts as he growled about how good they’d look full of milk for his baby that he was going to put in you.

One of your hands came up to pinch at your nipple, playing with it as you increased the pace of your fingers on your clit. 

Yunho never stuck with one finger for long, usually sliding in a second or even jumping straight to three quickly. He’d made you cum on his fingers countless times, but both of you preferred when you came on his dick. 

You were so lost in the sensation of your hand grasping at your breast, the circles you were tracing on your clit, and the fantasies playing in your mind that the feeling of two long fingers sliding into you made you gasp and jerk upright. The sight of your husband smirking at you as he slid his fingers back and forth inside you had you crying out his name. When he got back you weren’t sure, but damn were you happy to see him. Almost as happy as he was to see you, judging by the tent in his swim shorts. 

Yunho’s brown hair was damp, hanging across his forehead as his eyes scanned your body. It was as if his eyes didn’t know where to focus. On your face, mouth open as gasping his name, or his fingers, swallowed whole by your soaking pussy, or your hand grabbing desperately at your breast.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” His voice was low, almost gravely as he scissored his fingers inside you. 

“You, Yunho,” you choked out as his smirk widened.

“What about me, love?” His fingers quicked upwards again and you choked on your next words.

Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye. “Your dick in me, fucking me. Cumming in me. Being filled with your cum and knowing it’s knocking me up as we go round after round after round.”

His movements stopped as he froze, staring at you with wide, wild eyes. His stillness seemed to last an eternity before he was jumping up, yanking his shorts down, and thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You gasped, head thrown back as he buried himself into you, leaning over your frame to growl in your ear. “I don’t care that we’re in a beautiful place like this, you’re not leaving this suite all week.”

His hips started snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching up to knock your hand away to grab your breast causing your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. “You’re going to be pregnant by the time we go home, I’ll be sure of it. I’m going to fuck you over every horizontal surface I can, maybe against the walls, who knows. But I’ll be damned if I let you out of my sight or off my cock.”

Yunho’s words had your eyes rolling back into your head. Your trembling hands raked scratches down his back as he kept talking in your ear while he moved his hips expertly, reaching the deepest parts of you. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant. And you’re not going to waste a single drop.” 

One of his hands came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to stare at him as he fucked you as hard as he could. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied every load I possibly can into that hungry little cunt of yours.”

His hand on your jaw migrated down to rub his fingers over your clit. His movements combined with his filthy words and incredibly precise thrusts had you hovering just on the brink of your first orgasm of what were sure to be many if you believed what your husband was saying. And you did. 

“You’re gonna cum for me. Then, I’m going to keep fucking you until it’s lunch time. Don’t think you’re off the hook, though. You’re going to sit on my dick while I feed you lunch like the little princess you are,” his hips were moving at what felt like an inhuman speed. They were slamming to yours as you whimpered and clung to him for dear life. His voice was nothing more than a growl when he spoke next. “Now cum.”

And you did. Hard. It left you gasping for air. You knew your nails were digging into his back hard, but he’d always liked a little pain. His groans were breathy as you tightened around him, lost in your own pleasure while he pushed forward, chasing his. 

When you started squirming away from his fingers still on your clit, he moved them away, grabbing your waist instead. He pushed his body up and away from yours to sit up on his knees, using his hold on you to angle your hips up. Then, he really went to town. If you had thought his pace before was brutal, this was worse. But in the best way possible.

Yunho’s hips were battering into yours, his dick rubbing against your walls causing you to cry out. You were chanting his name, clutching at the bed sheets as you took everything he gave you.

“Fuck, Y/n, baby,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he tossed his head back. You nearly fainted as you looked down to where the two of you were joined, only to have your view obstructed by the sight of your lower abdomen bulging slightly with every one of his thrusts into you.

The strangled moan you let out was anything but graceful, although it drew his attention to where your gaze was. The noise that left him at that sight was almost as bad. As soon as he saw the bulge he was cumming.

“God, fuck, fuck Y/n,” Yunho’s hips jerked, his grip on you tightening as he came. You could feel him, wet and warm inside you and you gasped out another moan, panting his name.

Yunho fell forward when he was done cumming, covering your frame with his as his lips met yours in a lazy kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lips and hips connected as you simply held each other, appreciating the closeness and intimacy. 

He eventually parted from you, lifting himself up to slowly ease out of you. Both of you winced at the friction when he moved, still a little oversensitive from your orgasms before.

You couldn't help but giggle as Yunho immediately lifted your hips, shoving a pillow under your ass to make sure none of his release dripped out onto the sheets. He was still settled between your spread legs, slowly stroking the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouted as he crossed his arms and pretended to glare down at you. “We have a mission here.”

Now you were really laughing hard. Your laughter was abruptly choked off when Yunho’s long fingers connected with your pussy, dragging up the length to collect some of his cum that had leaked out of you. He gathered it on his fingers before sliding them inside you.

It was his turn to chuckle, smirking down at you. “Gotta make sure that stays where it belongs.” 

You were panting again. Yunho was steadily scooping up any of his cum that was leaking out of you and pushing it back in. On every push in he made sure to stroke his fingers along your walls, tutting disapprovingly when you clenched around him at the feeling and consequently caused more cum to drip out. 

Yunho’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every twitch of your limbs and the rapid rise and fall of your chest with dark eyes. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he shoved more and more of his cum inside you, pausing to wipe the remnants off his dick that was nearly fully hard again. 

Something in him seemed to crack because in a heartbeat he was flipping you around onto your stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He gave you no more warning before lining up and slamming into you.

You gasped at the intrusion. Yunho was pistoning in and out of you, holding your waist to keep you steady as he watched his dick bury inside of you over and over.

“You take me so well, Y/n,” one of his hands shot out to wind its way into your hair. He tugged and used his new grip as more leverage to slam you back on him. “Always so ready for more of my cum. Can’t wait to see the baby I put in you.”

Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, and moans joining the sound of his grunts and slapping skin. Yunho’s thrusts were literally punching the air out of your lungs with every inward thrust. 

Yunho pulled harder on your hair, dragging your body up to lean against his. He sat back on his heels, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. His hand in your hair moved to hold you by the throat while the other settled over your stomach.

His lips were pressed to your ear when he spoke. “Look, baby, look at us.”

Your eyes opened, and a breathless moan made its way out of your mouth at the sight before you. The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed was facing you, giving you a fantastic view of your body cradled by Yunho’s bigger one. Your hair was a mess and you looked positively fucked out.

“Yunho!” you cried, hands scrabbling to hold onto him behind you.

“Cum,” he growled, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Cum and I’ll put a baby in you. Do it for me, Y/n.”

Your hands came up to hold his forearm as his hand gripped your throat harder. It was impossible to control the spasming of your body as you shuddered through another orgasm. It rocked you. The only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Yunho’s tight hold on you. 

Your whole body shook, eyes closing as you came. Yunho kept thrusting through it, pushing and pulling you hard onto his dick as he chased his own orgasm. 

He reached it with a gasp of your name. His hips jerked while his hands held you down on him, keeping your body locked as close to his as he could.

As you both came down slowly, Yunho moved his hand from your throat to wrap around you, making sure to keep you upright before he shifted to lay both of you down on the bedspread. His dick stayed inside you while he held you to him. 

He laid kisses against your hair and cheek while you caught your breath. Yunho gave a soft, satisfied sigh as his left hand brushed over yours, fiddling with your wedding ring.

The two of you laid there, content to just cuddle. At least, until there was a knock at the suite door, a muffled voice calling out ‘room service’.

Yunho gave you a wicked smile as he pulled out to throw on clothes. As he was headed out of the bedroom he turned to glance at you. 

“I meant what I said earlier about lunch, baby.”

Stupid Games, stupid prizes

February Filth Fest : Day One

Kim Hongjoong x gn reader

"Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

a/n: lets GOOOOOOO (also i had to stop myself cause this story could have gone on forever LMAO)

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, very very slight angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited,angry/jealous/possessive sex, drummer joong, healthy communication(i'm a whore what can i say!!!!), semi-public, tipsy reader, pet names(primarily baby, pretty & joongie), spitting, hair pulling, scratching, hickeys, restraint, fingering, unprotected(wrap it)

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MDNI

Saturday went by just like any other. Wake up late with your boyfriend, laze around the apartment, go to his bar where he and his band preformed, do his hair while he did his makeup and spend the rest of the night cheering them on.

Until ,that is, your routine was broken when you decided to play a drinking game with a group of friends and began feeling the effects. Usually, you just sat and supported him from the sidelines but the amount of alcohol you'd drank was making you brave.

You know for a fact that your favorite song is coming up to finish the set and you lean your hands on the person next to you with an exaggerated gasp. "Hey," you tapped on his shoulder incessantly, "Binnie, let's dance."

"Why don't you dance with your boyfriend?" Changbin, the poor soul, is much drunker than you. You roll your eyes and meet Hongjoong's on stage for a split second.

"My boyfriend plays the song, stupid... How drunk are you?"

"Nope."

You laugh, sliding off the stool and dragging him with you. The both of you laugh as he pulls the chair down with him, stumbling to catch it.

You don't even recognize how long the dancing goes on until one of the band members yells "fix on" and both you and Changbin yell excitedly, slapping each others arms. He lifts you a few inches off the floor and carries you back to your drinks. Your friend Yunjin hands them over with a smirk.

"Fix on!" You all cheer before taking a swig. All too soon, the feeling of the cool liquid is washed away with heat as you begin dancing again. Yunjin joins, and you twirl each other around. Changbin frowns dramatically.

"Twirl me," he pouts, crouching down a bit so you can effectively grab his hand and twirl him. Her returns the favor and twirls you around over and over. You catch a glimpse of Hongjoong standing as his rap part is coming up.

As he begins, you lean back into Changbins chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you sway-dizzy and drunk. You lose yourself in Hongjoong's voice as if you haven't heard him preform this song a million times already.

His eyes bore into you -more specifically the man attached to you- the entire time.

When he stops, he licks his tongue over his top lip: catching his breath as he watches you. You grab onto Changbins wrist, still over your shoulder, to ground yourself as he sits on the edge of the stage and motions you forward.

Changbin, Yunjin, your drink, the rest of the song- all forgotten as your slot yourself between his legs. "Enjoy the show?"

"Always do," you answer truthfully, leaning to catch his lips. The both of you are already breathing heavily, so it doesn't last as long as you'd like.

When you go to pull your head back, he won't let you. His hand, still holding his drum sticks, catches the back of your head and pushes you back to him- gently colliding your foreheads. His other hand gets ahold of your jaw, making you pout. He purses his own lips and you know what he's about to do. Although your face heats up with embarrassment, you open your mouth even more for him. His spit makes it's way into your mouth and when a bit dribbles out, he uses his thumb to swipe it back in.

Similar to how he trapped your head, you trap his thumb. You take it between your teeth and smirk as you bite down gently. "Let go, Baby," he whispers into your cheek followed by a small peck and a mumbled promise, "you don't want me to punish you more than I already want to."

You let his finger go, kitten licking it as he pulls it away. His hand trails down your torso and down to your pants, hooking your belt loop and pulling you closer. "You tryin' to piss me off? Or you just so needy you couldn't wait for me?"

"What did I do?" You whine, rolling your head against his, moving down to kiss him again. He grips the back of your neck and pulls you away before you can.

"How much did you have to drink?" You look up at the sky, thinking. "Yunjin-ah!" You jump as he yells, calling her from the other side of the room. The band is packing up by now, but it's still relatively loud in the bar. "How many did you guys have?"

She holds up three finger and nods as he gives a thumbs up in response. "I was getting there..." you complain, flattening you hands on the cool stage on either side of his thighs. He's quiet, eyes searching the room and stopping at Changbin. He's barely conscious, slumped against his friends back. But that doesn't stop Hongjoong from giving him the stink eye. "Ahh," you draw out, catching his attention, "Joongie is jealous~" you slur, laughing as you lean into his sweaty shirt.

"Can't I be?" He asks, cradling your head against him, thankful for the noise so that you can't heart his heart thrum against his ribs. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to dance with you." Even in your drunken state, you realize that he sees Changbin as the competition. He'd probably see Yunjin that way if she weren't in a committed relationship. Hell- he sees the extra friendly cashier at the 7Eleven that way. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to touch you."

He can feel the way your breathing is speeding up. "Maybe I should fuck you on stage and show everyone how good you are for me.Just for me..." He shivers as your hands slide up his back, clawing at him through the fabric. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting everyone know whose you are. Letting them know that he doesn't share. Right?" When you don't answer, only kissing his peck gently from where your head is hidden, he pushes you back. "Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

--

You've significantly sobered by the time that everyone else has left the bar, leaving you and Hongjoong to clean the rest of the mess up and lock up. Your still stumble a bit, but he made sure to do all the heavy lifting to put up the chairs and made sure you drank a lot of water.

Just as you grab the keys from behind the counter to lock up on your way out, he wraps his arms around your waist. "Jesus," you exclaim, smacking his leg with the hand towel on your shoulder. "Scared the crap out of me."

Wordlessly, he turns you around and lifts you up onto the counter. The cool wood makes you shiver as it hits your legs. He dives into your neck, leaving opened mouth kisses wherever he can find the space to. "Let's go home, Joong." You speak through your moans. You try to push him away, making the expanse of your neck smaller by leaning forward.

He grabs a handful of your hair and tilts it to the side, giving himself as much room as he wants. You brace yourself on his bare shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He latches his lips around the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking and swirling his tongue. "Jo-"

"Shut up." He pulls away long enough to say those two words- then he's attacking your neck for the next ten minutes. He leaves marks, and leaves you unbearably horny. You try to grind up against him, try to get any friction at all. He uses one hand against your hip and the other to maneuver your head however he likes.

"Hongjoong, stop!"

He pauses, breathing heavily and looking at you with his pupils blown way out of proportion. "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing, Baby?" He pulls your hips closer, pushing against you with a small sigh.

"I," he begins, "I'm jealous. And angry."

"At what?"

"At you." He admits. "At Changbin. Myself. Just fucking angry."

"Did I do something?" You ask, placing a hand to his cheek and letting him nuzzle into it. "Why are you so angry with me?"

"No! God, no! I'm not- I'm not angry at you, My Pretty. I'm angry... because of you? I dunno." He pulls away and runs a hand through his damp hair. "I feel like I just need to let everybody know that your mine. And that- that I don't like them touching you."

"Oh, Joong." You hop off the table top and wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself up against his back and holding him close. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that made you uncomfortable. I won't dance like that again."

"Wasn't the way you were dancing... was the way he was holding you." You truthfully don't remember what he's talking about, so he shows you. He flips your positions and wraps his arm just above your chest, holding onto your shoulder. "Like this. Like he was your boyfriend. Couldn't stand it. Almost went down there and- fuck."

"I'm sorry," you say again, searching your head for better words- but it's hard to focus when his hard cock is pressing against you like it is. "I wo- Well, I c- I got a little too drunk. We were playing a stupid drinking game."

"You know what?"

You hum in response, freezing as his breath fans down your neck. "When you play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. You know what your prize is?"

"No?" You had a vague idea.

"I'm going to fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. You win."

He scoops one of his arms under your knees and picks you up, pressing you tightly to his chest as you yelp. He lifts you up to the stage, and holds out his hand as your knees wobble. You lower yourself to the cool floor and listen out as he climbs up.

You should have known he'd make true on his promise to fuck you on stage.

"So pretty, Baby." He squats down and runs his fingers across your jaw. "Maybe I should bring you up here more often." You sit patiently, looking up from your knees as he unbuckles his belt. "Gimme your hands."

He bundles them up together and pulls the belt tight. Using it as leverage to push you to your back as he slowly descends. "You know how fucking angry I was when I saw him touching you like that? So close to parts of you that only I get to touch?"

He roughly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down with one tug. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, and smiles as your tongue swirls around them. At too soon, he pulls them away and lets them find their way into your underwear. "I'll give you a hint, how about that?" You mouth falls open in a silent moan as his fingers plunge into you. "I was livid."

You cry out a moan, bound hands holding onto his wrist as he thrusts his finger. "Joongie," you yell, "pleas- please slow down!" He pushes away one of your legs as it tries to wrap around him, chuckling.

"Oh, My Pretty..." He kisses your hand before grabbing the belt and holding them above your head. "That's not going to happen. You're going to cum for me." You push against his hold, whining as he pushes another finger into you. "Aren't you? You're gonna cum in the way only I can make you?"

"Yes! Yeah, yes! Please!"

"Then fucking do it, Baby."

He swallows your loud moans with his mouth, groaning into you. He works you through your orgasm, kissing down your bruising neck as you float back to Earth. "Ready, Pretty?"

"Yes," you purred, "want it. Want you."

He barely has the patience to lower your underwear and free himself, sliding into you the very next second. "God, Baby," he rasps, "feel so good. All for me."

"Just for you," your words awaken something inside of him and he begins hammering down into you, making you slide before he lifts your hips up and places them over his, leaving your back floating and your head resting on the freshly mopped floor. "Just for you, Hongjoong. I'm all yours!"

He groans loudly, throwing his head back and running a hand over your stomach, feeling your gut clench. You're gasping for air, bound hands still rested above you long after his hands had left. You tug on the leather, whining and rolling your hips to get his attention. "Wanna touch you," you pout, holding your hand toward him. "Please, Baby, need to touch you!" He pulls you up by the makeshift restraint and kisses you, hips halting as he focuses on tonguing you.

Your head is officially fogged up, buzzing with the after affects of alcohol and swirling with the pleasure he gives you. When he goes to lower you back down you, you grab onto his elbow before he can. "Let me fucking touch you, you are mine." His eyes shimmer with something dark, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He unravels the belt quickly and lets you push him down, hands roaming all over his exposed torso and arms. He lays back, hands rested on your hips as you grind on him. "If I fuck you well enough," you begin, "will you cum inside of me?"

He grabs your hair and pulls you down to rest your head against his. "Don't say things like unless you want me to ruin you, Baby."

You leave a quick, teasing kiss on his lips and sit up straight on his cock, making him whine.

"Maybe I want you to."

Sweet dreams

February Filth Fest : Day Two

Song Mingi x gn reader

a/n: glasses mingi go brrrrrbrrrr . this is pretty self-indulgent and soft cause i just wanna smooch him all over and call him a princess. i also 1000% went overboard again, atp i need some self control classes or smth

" Were you having sweet dreams? I know that you were..."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, somnophilia, sub mingi, blow job, lots of kisses, unprotected (don't do that), dumbification, pet names(primarily babe, princess, mama(😫🤭🤯)), creampie, slight teasing, they are WHIPPED for each other, short intro because i couldn't think of anything 😭, not a lot of actual somnophilia-it just gets the ball rolling

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

Your sleep is disrupted around 4 in the morning. You awaken with a feeling that you can't quite place. Usually when you wake up, it's because your boyfriend had got up. But Mingi's arm is still slumped over your waist. His leg is still hiked up on your hip and keeping you close.

And something is poking your backside. That feeling you couldn't place was him- calling out to you even in his sleep.

"Mingi?" You hold his hand in yours and wiggle his finger to see is he's away. When you drop it, it falls right back to your stomach. He hums in his sleep, nuzzling his head into your back and settling with a sigh.

Slowly, methodically, so as not to wake him, you unravel from him and dip under the covers.

--

His mind stirs him out of his pleasant dream with urgency. His mind is foggy, all he knows is that his cock feels so good. Feels so good, too good to be a figment of his imagination.

His arm stretches out to your side of the bed to find it empty and cold. He grabs his glasses from the bedside table in a hurry and blinks rapidly. "Babe?"

You hum around him, bobbing your head under the cover of thee blanket. He whines, pushing himself up and leaning on his hands. "What are you doing?" You pull off him with a lewd pop that makes him twitch. You push the cover off of you and smirk as you see his state.

His glasses are half-way crooked, his hair is a messy, and his shirtless stomach is rising and falling with his shallow breaths. "I'm sorry," you draw , "were you having sweet dreams?" His brows crease in confusion before the dream that he was awoke from floods his mind. "I know that you were..." You trail your fingers up and down his thighs, watching the goosebumps form in the dim moonlight. "You were all over me, Mingi. Got me all hot and bothered, too."

He leans his head back as you give a gentle lick to the tip of his cock. "What was your dream about?" He gasps out, laughing as you languidly stroke him.

"You know what it was about, don't play stupid." You look up at him with doe eyes, urging him to continue. "It was about you, Babe. It always is. It was...we were-"

"Oh, come on, Princess." His breath hitches in his throat, and he moves down to rely on his elbow to keep him up as his hands shake. "Tell me about it... maybe we can recreate it." You throw a quick wink at him and hold back a laugh as he starts blushing.

"...You want to?"

"I want to. Don't you?" You twirl your pointed tongue around his tip, smiling as he completely falls back. "Tell me about it." You demand firmer this time, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his hip. He stares up at the ceiling, reveling in your touch. "Mingi, Baby." You call out, crawling above him.

His hands immediately find their way to your back and pull you flat against him. "Please don't tease me, m'so needy." He kisses your neck over and over, holding your head next to his as you laugh. "Babe!" He whines, slapping your shoulder gently.

"Just tell me and I'll make your dream come true..." You lift your hips away as he tries to grind into you.

"Fine, fine. In my dream... it was us... just like always." He holds onto your hands tightly as you hold them on either side of his head. "It was just us. Like how we always are. It wasn't anything special, I love things the way we do them. I love you so much, I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you take care of me, I lo-" You cut him off with a passion-fueled kiss, gently locking your lips together. He moans into it as you lower yourself back down and your warmth spreads around his aching cock.

You cup his face in your hands and maneuver him around as your kisses spread out from his lips to his cheeks and to his forehead and over his acne scars and on every inch of skin that his glasses don't get in the way of. "Babe," he groans out, hands wandering down to the round of your ass. He gives it a squeeze which makes you grind down hard on him, his pre-cum smearing between the two of you. "Please," he whines into your lips as you catch them once again. "Give it to me good."

You don't even bother to prep yourself, sliding down on him and moaning into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," you cry into his chest as you sink onto him fully. He fucks you so good every-time and he's not even doing anything. The way his cock sits inside of you, the way he gets dumb as you clench around him, the sound he makes- it's all more than enough. "My boy," you coo as you begin grinding your hips. He grips onto your ass with bruising force, whimpering as your walls flutter around him. "My Princess, aren't you? My pillow princess that just likes getting fucked, huh?"

"Yeah! Love it, love it so much!" He tilts his head back and lets you leave a million short kisses to his skin, his breaths become shallow as he gets worked up. "Love it, Mama," he stutters out, "feels so good!"

"Yeah? As good as your dream?"

"Yes! Just as good- it's better! S'better," he grabs at your shoulders and pulls you down, holding onto you as he begs for kisses silently, staring at your lips as you ride him. You kiss the corner of his lips and pull away with a smirk. "Why," he cries, hands dropping to grab the bedsheet and ground himself as you behind rolling your hips in a circle. "Mama, please kiss m- fuck! Good, so good, do-don't stop- God!" He yells loudly as you lick over his nipple, nearly ripping the sheets with the force he drives his nails into them.

"My dumb Princess," you kiss his nipple light as a father, making him shiver, "you're close?" He nods, sucking in a bit of spit that threatens to drool over his lips as he leans his head to the side. "You want to cum inside of me?" His gut tightens as you speak, hands leaving the bed in favor of squeezing your thighs and digging his nails into your flesh. "You don't? Is that what you said? I didn't hear." You tease him, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest as you move faster.

"No- yes! Yes, I want to! Please, Mama, please! Want to- wan- I wanna cum inside you, please let- let me, please!" You tilt your hips to position him just right and pleasure yourself on him, knowing he'll be coming undone soon. "Ga- good God, fuck!"

"So good," you praise, kissing around his face with every time your hips collide. His glasses begin to fog from your hot breaths and he whines as it blocks his view. He all but slaps them off himself and holds your face close to his the next time you go to kiss him.

"Wanna see you," he pleads, grinding his hips up to meet yours as he gets closer to his release. "Wanna-" he stutters as you lock you eyes with him, "I wanna-" his own moans and scrambled brain work against him, cutting him off before he can form a full sentence.

"My dumb Princess," you laugh, licking his lips quickly, "can't even think right when I fuck you. I'm that good?"

"So good," he purrs, keeping your face still in his hands as he returns the favor: licking and sucking on your lips. "The best, Mama. Treat me so good. Fuck, oh my God! I love you, love you so much." He speaks quickly through his attack on your lips, growing whinier and stupider with every second which passes.

You push him to his limit and hold him there as you quickly catch up. The two of you share a broken moan as you cum together, holding each other close as you're overcome with pleasure that could only be provided by each other. The only sounds now are the night birds and your heavy, shaking breaths.

You slump down onto him, head on his shoulder and look up at him. You lift a shaking hand and rub your thumb over his cheek, "so good for me... My Princess."

"My Mama."

Who

February Filth Fest : Day Three

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: i'm thinking about making this into a long one shot because i had so many ideas that i just couldn't fit here

"Who do you love?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/a little plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, lowkey uniform kink, zero build up, step-dad san, dom san, kinda yandere san, clothed sex, age gap(19&30), cheating, fingering, squirting, unprotected(DONT DO THAT UH OH), dacryphilia, pet names (baby & sannie (one use of daddy))

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You think you can fucking tease me like that and get away with it?" His voice is raw, angry- matching the way his fingers feel inside of you. "All fucking day, with you. You don't know when to stop, do you? You'll do anything for attention, huh? That it? You want my attention, Baby?" He curls his fingers inside you, reveling in the way you moan against his hand against your mouth.

Your hips buck against him, chasing your release as it grows ever closer. San notices, quickly withdrawing his fingers in a rough fashion that makes your cunt squirt in the slightest. He grabs onto your messy skirt with his wet fingers, letting them soak the fabric as he uses it to pull you down the bed to its edge.

He can feel you mumbling against his hand, but he pays zero mind. As he lifts your legs up and holds them against you by the back of your thighs, you start to regret teasing him so much. "Please, Sannie." You plead as his hand moves to join the other in holding you down.

"Sannie?" He chuckles, "oh, that's rich, Baby. If you're gonna beg, do it properly."

"Da...daddy, please. Please, let me cum? I'm sorry."

His weight leans on you as he stands and leans over you, keeping his hands in position. You whine as the fabric of his slacks presses against your sensitive clit. He coos mockingly at the small noise. His face right above yours, hovering, he asks. "Sorry? What for?"

"You know what for!" He silences your outburst with his lips on yours, biting harshly and tugging your bottom lip a bit as he backs away.

"I'm sorry, for- for teasing you. For touching you like that at the conference. You looked too good in your suit, I couldn't help myself. Want you all to myself. Don't wanna share you anymore. Want to fuck you when I want." His heart flutters at your confession, taking your lips in a softer embrace.

That's all he ever wanted to hear from you. That's the reason he married your mother. The reason he's stayed in an unhappy marriage with an insufferable woman for five months.

For you. To get you.

Something inside him that's been holding him back for your sake is broken as he hears you admit that you want him just as badly.

"My sweet girl," he moans as you grab onto his tie and pull him closer. "I'm all yours," he speaks as he pulls you just over the edge of your bed. "You're all mine, too- right?"

You gasp as the tip of his cock slides into you. When or how he got himself out was lost to you, your brain filled with thoughts of how good he feels in this position. "Yeah," your hand crawls up his tie and grabs the knot, yanking him down and kissing his jaw gently to distract yourself as he sinks into you at a snails pace. He rubs his thumbs gently over your skin where he holds you down roughly, smirking into your school cardigan as small noises force their way up your throat.

"Take me so good, Baby. Like you were made for me." In his mind, you were. You were made for him, just as he was made for you. You were his, his alone- and he was yours. He would do anything for you. And after your mother was out of the picture, he'd be sure to let everyone know.

He pushes himself up and your ankles instinctively prop themselves up on his broad shoulders. "God," he moans out, biting his lip and leaning his head back, fingers digging into your flesh. When you croak out his name, all caution is thrown to the wind. He holds you down in place, smiling down at your fucked out state in an oddly wholesome way for someone who's fucking into you like an animal.

You struggle a bit, but manage to place your hand over his, picking up a few of his fingers to hold tightly. "Taking me so good," he moans, eyes drawn to the way you hold onto him so desperately. "Making such a mess of your little uniform." Every time he pulls out, he gets a view of the way you are soaking the fabric under your ass as your slick drips down. "All this mess for me?"

"Yeah! All for- fuck- all you," you whimper as tears begin to form. You've cried every time San has fucked you. From taboo shame, or pleasure; you can't tell.

He spreads your legs out to either side and leans back down, grabbing onto the collar of your neat cardigan. "I want you to fucking scream my name."

"Wha- oh my god!" He draws away from you quickly before slamming back down and grazing your g-spot. You hold onto his clothes bicep, begging quietly as tears pool up under your eyes. "Please, Sannie, slow do-" his free hand pinches your clit, making you cry out like you always do, "Sannie!"

"Feels so good, Baby?"

"Yes," you whimper into his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as he grabs at your clothed breasts and his slacks rub against your clit when his hips meet yours.

"What, Baby?"

"Yes, yeah, feels so good, don't stop."

"Huh?"

You throw your head back, "Sannie! Feels fucking good, don't stop! Love it! Love your cock, San! S'good, so good!" He seems to pound into you impossibly harder, groaning into the mattress as he lays his head beside yours and looks over at you.

"Who fucks you so good?"

He does this often when the house is empty. Asks you so many questions to make you say his name. Makes you scream it.

"San!"

"Who makes you cum?"

"You! San! You do!"

"Who makes your pussy wet?"

"Choi San!"

"Baby," he whines, playful pout on his lips as he slows down just as you begin to see stars on the ceiling. He turns your face and your eyes meet. You plead silently, begging him to continue as he completely stills. How he has so much self control? Neither of you can ever figure that out.

"Please keep going, please, please, I need it. Need it so bad, Sannie."

He ignores you, asking a new question. "Who do you love?" He has to physically bite back a whimper as he feels your walls flutter around him. "Who do you love, Baby?"

"I love you, San. Love you. Want you."

And that's all it takes for him to go crazy.

Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

Manners

February Filth Fest : Day Five

Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

a/n: this was originally day ten but i got inspired and went to town. ps this is pretty long cause i went WAY overboard. probably the longest and dirtiest thing i've ever written. this isn't even all of it i had to cut it in half for my own sanity. what can i say? the matz brain rot is REALLLLYYY getting to me

part two: read it here

✫彡wordcount: 3k

"Where's your manners, Sweetie?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, threesome, poly relationship, dom hwa, sub hj, switch reader, so many pet names i can't even list them all tbh, m&m action, blowjob&handjob, spit play, spit like everywhere, degradation and name calling, praise, cum swapping, unprotected(don't do that whoops), edging, nipple play, light slapping, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, intense emotional relationship (they love each other sm ❤️‍🩹) , hand holding, forehead touches(SHES BACK BITCHES)

good god what the hell star

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You're so good to me," Seonghwa mumbles into your neck. "So good under me like this, taking it so well."

With your boyfriend Hongjoong out and about in town, you took the opportunity to have some quality time between the two of you.

You'd been together for almost a year now but you've never all been together. It was always a duo. But when you hear the front door unlock down the hall, you have a feeling that tells your relationship is about to take the next step.

"Hwa," you start, breathlessly, "Joong's home, we-"

The bedroom door opens and cuts you off. "Jesus!" Hongjoong yells, spinning in circles with his hands over his eyes as if he's seen something he's not supposed to have. "My bad, I'll just be on my way-" He bumps into the half open door, stumbling with one of his hands over his eyes as the other feels around.

You laugh into Seonghwa's shoulder, from where he pulled you up to hide you when he heard the door. He slowly lays you back onto the pillows and pulls out of you, calling for your boyfriend.

"Why are you acting like you haven't seen us before?"

"Well, uhm..."

"C'mere, Joongie," you call for him, giggling as Seonghwa closes your knees together and rubs them gently. He makes his way to the bedside slowly, trying and failing to keep his eyes off the two of you. "Are you flustered, Baby?" You ask him as he kneels to be face to face with you. He doesn't say anything, eyes trailing down your body to Seonghwas. "Are you horny?"

His head perks up like a lost puppy, wide eyes staring right at you. "What?"

"Seeing us like this? Did it get you hard?" You lift up off the bed and reposition your torso to dangle off the edge, hand slowly headed for his pants. Over the rough denim, you can feel his bulge forming. You mock a laugh, smirking at him, "of course you did, my little pervert. Bet you knew what we were doing, huh?"

"Baby, no-"

"Hwa," you turn and rest your hand on your fist, "what do you think? Our Joongie is so perverted for me, but now he's acting all shy!"

Seonghwa is taken aback by your behavior towards Hongjoong. When you're with him, you're nothing but sweet and subby. But something in the way you just wrapped Joong around your little finger has him excited. "He's a pervert, all right. Maybe seeing both his Babies is just too much. Maybe we should put our clothes o-"

"No, no! I mean- I don't, I didn't mean to... interrupt or anything."

You and Seonghwa share a smirk before turning towards him.

"Well, in that case, we'll just get back to it?" You laugh as you feel him lift your hips up. You stare into Hongjoongs soul as Seonghwa slides effortlessly back into your wet cunt. Your smile drops into an open jaw as you feel the stretch of his girth. "So big, Hwa, feels so good."

You reach out to Hongjoong and he wraps his fingers into yours in a millisecond flat. "Hwa," you inquire, "can I kiss him?" You didn't want to push him, he was usually very possessive in the bedroom and you don't know if it will extend to your boyfriend.

His hands trails over your ass and down your back before he pushes your shoulders down and makes your lips connect with his. You moan into his lips as he sets an easy pace. Seeing the two of you, the two people he's given his whole heart to, in such a compromising position does something to him.

Of course he's seen the two of you kiss. Of course he has. The three of you can't stay away from each other for the love of God.

But like this? Fingers twisted together so tightly that you loose color? Tongues lapping at each other desperately? Spit accumulating between you? Not even pulling away to breath? Like you need each other more than you need oxygen?

He's never seen something more beautiful.

"Hongjoong," he speaks up, breaking the spell you're under. "Do you want to fuck her?"

"Yes," he says instantly, looking up past you to see him. The vision of his boyfriend gripping his girlfriend's ass is burned into his memories, stored and filled to one of the most powerful images he's ever seen.

"Manners, Joong."

"I want to fuck her, please?"

The feeling of Seonghwa leaving you has you whining, a sound that makes Hongjoong's brain short circuit. "Mars, wh-"

"Take his clothes off." He orders with a small smack to your ass. He lifts you up and leans back on his hands, cock hard in the air as he watches you bend down and kneel infront of him. "Get him ready. Show me how you take control, Princess."

You push away any uncertainty you have as you see Hongjoong, looking just like he does when it's just the two of you. Eyes dilated and following your every move. Hands patiently waiting on his thighs. Waiting for you, like Seonghwa isn't even there.

"C'mon, Sweetie, don't be shy. This is okay, right?" You give Hwa a smile and a nod before maneuvering yourself to sit behind Hongjoong.

You leave a ghost of a kiss on his neck and dip your hands under his sweater. He moans at the feeling of your hot hands on him, leaning into your touch. "Good boy," you whisper. It's so quiet, that if he wasn't looking for it- Seonghwa would have missed it. But he was looking for it. Because that's what he does to you.

You tug his sweater and shirt over his head at once, hands immediately going back to his shoulders. "You want me to fuck you? While our boyfriend watches?" You smirk against his back as his breath shudders, "what a little whore you are." He whines quietly as your fingers graze over his nipples. "Just how horny are you? Whining like that, you must be ready to cum already. Am I right?"

He leans his head back against your shoulder as one of you hands wanders down, hooking a finger around his belt loop: while the other draws circles around his nipple. "Am I right?"

"Yes." He says, shortly, out of breath.

"Yes?" Your brows furrow as you look over at Seonghwa, interested in how he'll react to this.

"Yes, Mama. I want it, want it already."

Seonghwa's eyes go wide as saucers, hand over his mouth to hold back his moan. You give him a sweet smile before turning your attention back to Joong. You stand, and he follows, letting you tug his pants down and leaving him in his boxers.

You sit him down on Hwa's gaming chair, unbuttoning the last barrier and letting him free. "You're so hard, Joongie. All for us?" He nods, not trusting his voice as you give a kitten lick to his head. You hold up one of your hands in a small cupped position, and he knows what to do immediately. He purses his lips and swirls his tongue to gather a good wad of spit before letting it dribble into your hand. "Thank you, Puppy." He whimpers as your hand wraps around him, following your one rule and keeping his eyes on you.

Seonghwa's hand mimics yours around his own cock, still coated in your slick. He's never seen such a sight in all his years. His baby boy getting handled by his sweet girl. It's entirely too much for his brain to compute. "Fuck." Is all he can manage.

You trail your nails up and down Hongjoong's thigh, watching as his eyes struggle to stay on you when you can both hear Seonghwa stroking himself with the loud wetness you've left behind. "Don't look at him," you sigh, feigning hurt, "I'm the one who's making you feel good, right, Pretty? Don't I make you feel good? Or do you need him?"

"No! No, Mama, I wan- please don't stop? Please?"

"If you take your eyes off me for a fucking second, you know what happens. You don't want to do that infront of Hwa... What would he think?"

"I won't-"

"He'd probably think you're a desperate, pussy whipped, whore."

"Mama, please!"

"What?" You ask with a tilt of your head, "too much? Is the truth too much for my slut to handle?"

"Cu-" That's all he has to say before you withdraw your hand. He blinks rapidly, trying to catch up with his bodys sudden lack of pleasure.

You both look back to Seonghwa, folding at the sight before you. He's propped up on one hand, stroking himself languidly with the other. He halts his movements and pats the bed, both of you practicing diving in.

"You treat him so well, Sweetie. Looks like I taught you well." He jokes as he lays you both down next to each other. "Our sweet girl deserves a reward, don't you think, Puppy? She treats us so well, why don't you make her feel good?"

"Wh..." he turns his head to the side and faces you to ask, "what do you want, Baby?"

"Want your tongue."

Seonghwa notices your dominance faltering and helps you move over Hongjoong, still facing him as you lower down. You grab onto his shoulders as Joong begins lapping his tongue up and down the length of your pussy. "So good," you praise as he swirls around your clit.

"Is he making you feel good? He gonna make you cum?"

"Yes," you whine into Seonghwas lips, weaving them together. He grabs your chin as he backs up, warning you,

"Don't."

He leaves you without another word, crawling down the bed a bit until he's faced with Hongjoong's cock. He copies your move from earlier, using it against you. He cups his hand and stretches his arm out. You spit into his hand eagerly and watch with a smirk as he wraps it around him with no warning. He moans loudly into your cunt, making you double over and lay across his stomach.

"Keep making him moan, Mars. Felt so good," you beg, bracing yourself on his hips.

He cocks an eyebrow in your direction, "what, Princess?"

"Please," you quickly correct yourself, biting back a moan as Hongjoong starts to tongue fuck you. "Please, make our boy moan."

He leans downs and takes his length in his mouth, and the moan that comes from him makes your hips lift on instinct. Hwa uses the hand he's not using to balance himself and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks and giving you a warning look. You know what he's saying, even when his mouth is full of your boyfriend. You lower your hips and silently thank Hongjoong for the break he gives your sensitive core- leaving kisses and bites on your thighs for a moment to ground the both of you.

He lets go of your face and you fall back onto Hongjoong's stomach. You let your eyes flutter shut, the visual of his cock in his mouth paired with the feeling of his tongue returning is all to much. You can still feel his tongue assaulting your cunt, and still hear his cock hitting the back of his throat, but you manage to ground yourself with your hands over Hwa's on his thighs and hold yourself back.

He wraps his fingers with yours and strums his thumb over the back of your hands, silently telling you he's there. "S'good." You manage to cry out, hips involuntarily meeting his lips halfway. "Feels so good, Starlight."

Your praise, coupled with his tongue flattening on the underside of his cock is making Hongjoong feel like he's floating. His fingers dig into your hips and grab onto the skin there like it's the only thing keeping him on Earth. Between the long licks he's giving you, he manages to moan for both of you. Broken cries of 'Mama' and 'Baby' and 'Mars' fall like a prayer against your slick. When he pauses for a long moment, you know he's cumming into his mouth. He breaths heavily, licking at your inner thighs as he gains his breath back.

Seonghwa pulls up and moans loudly with his mouth full, hand to his painfully hard cock. He slaps your cheek lightly and makes you open your eyes. You almost cum at the sight of him alone.

His lips swollen and slick, mix of drool and cum slipping past his parted lips and down his chin to his naked chest. His long, messy bangs tickling his eyelashes. You sit up, pulling him forward by the back of his head. You gather up his bangs and slip the hair tie on your wrist around them, tying it out of the way. You kiss his forehead and down his nose to his lips.

He grabs you by your neck and pulls your lips onto his, immediately pushing all the liquids in his mouth into yours. You can taste Joong's salty cum on his tongue, and you greedily try to lap it all up, swallowing eagerly to make room for more that keeps coming. You moan into his mouth as he drags his pointed tongue across your clit over and over, squeezing Hwa's hands tightly and leaning your forehead against his.

"I-" You hesitate. He stares into your eyes, smiling as he drops your hands and cradles your head, keeping you close.

"I think you're about to make her cum, Joong." All he can do is hum in response, sucking on your clit just the way you like it to make you come undone.

"Please, Hwa," you cry, holding your hands over his once again. "He's making me feel so good, I need to- I wanna cum so bad." Hearing you beg, albeit not towards him, makes Hongjoong all the more needy: sucking up every single drop of arousal you offer him. "Please, please, please Mars!"

He lifts your hips and turns you around, holding you hands against the headboard with one hand and making you look down at Hongjoong with the other. "Where's your manners, Sweetie? He's the one eating you out."

"Joon- Joongie." You whimper, looking down at his eyes as they peek out from where you're seated on his face. The color in his eyes is barely visible, taken over by his pupils, wide with emotion. "Joongie, can I cum?" You find it hard to speak, every nerve in your body on fire as Hwa forces you to keep your eyes down on him as he eats you out like a man starved. "Please, I need-" You yell as his fingers slip into you, his tongue moving to a nonstop motion around your bud. "Fuckin- Jesus, God! So good, so, so, oh my fuck."

He pulls away for a split second to say, "do it," Before diving back in. Seonghwa lets your hands drop, and they immediately grab onto Hongjoong's locks with a vengeance.

He moans at the sting, and that's all you need to fall over the edge: whining loudly, hips forced to stay in place by Hwa's rough grip, gushing all over Joongs face. Your head falls back into Seonghwas shoulder, and one of his hands wraps around your neck. "Such a dirty girl," he moans against your neck, squeezing the sides gently. You cry out, hands trying to pull Hongjoongs tongue closer, but it's impossible- he's already essentially apart of you.

You're mumbling incoherent nonsense, one hand holding onto Joongs head and the other sliding back to pick up Seonghwas cock. His moans only prolong your orgasm and drive you into overstimulation.

He pulls you away from Hongjoong and makes the both of you whine in protest. He leans back and says one word, "suck."

Whether the command is for you or Hongjoong, it doesn't matter. Both of you settle on either side of his hips and share a smile before coming to the same conclusion. He flattens his tongue, while you point yours- and you both lick up his length. When you meet at his tip, you swirl your tongues around it and around each other. You repeat your movements a few times before you can feel Seonghwas patience crumbling. "Princess, get up here," he speaks breathlessly, opening his arms and holding you tightly as you all but jump on top of him. "Both doing so good," he moans out as Joong gives him the same treatment he gave him.

"Thank you, Hwa," you respond for the both of you, hands sliding up and down his chest. "Can I," you swallow deeply, finger pausing over his nipple, hovering. "Can I?"

"Yes, sweet girl, go ahead."

You dip down and capture one of his nipples in your mouth. He wraps his arms around your head, moaning as he catches a glimpse of Hongjoong on his cock. Both of your mouths on him at once... it's making him go crazy.

"Just like that." Again, it's doesn't matter who he's directing it towards. Both of you are stirred to work harder, repeating your movements and pushing him closer to his peak. "M- fuck."

You leave kisses up his chest and meet his lips, pinching his nipple and grinding against his toned stomach. "Seonghwa..."

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I want to spit in your mouth." The smut that falls past your lips has Hongjoong grinding down on the bed, whining around your boyfriends cock.

He wordlessly rolls out his tongue and opens his mouth wide, collecting up every drop of spit that you dribble from above him. He grabs the back of your head when you seem satisfied and pulls your head to his, resting your forehead on his and staring you down as he swishes your spit around in his mouth. He spits it back into yours as he cums, eyes rolling back and hands holding you still on his stomach.

Hongjoong gently pulls you back and lays you on Seonghwas thigh, pressing your cheeks together and letting the cum slowly drip into your mouth that already full of you and Hwa's spit.

Seonghwa opens his eyes and watches breathlessly as you and Joong take turns pushing the mix back and forth, kissing each other feverishly in the process. Your hands reach up and pull his closer, moaning into the kiss. Next to you, you can feel his cock twitch.

He pulls you away from him by your thighs, flipping you over to take his position on the pillows as you swallow thickly. He pushes him infront of him and slots him between your legs, stroking his cock and kissing his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Hongjoong asks, bucking his hips as his hand leaves and slides over his hips, pushing him forward.

"You said you want to fuck her, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Then get to it, Baby."

Handle it

February Filth Fest : Day Six

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: this photo has me in a CHOKEHOLD I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT

"C'mon, cry for me."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/a little plot, smidge of angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, dacryphilia, fighter yunho, established relationship, reader in a dress, (a)non-sexy slap, pet names (baby,yuyu&angel,honey), semi-public, manhandling, fingering, make out, praise, unprotected(👎), forehead touches(👍)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You storm into the locker room, uncaring of the men who give you strange stares and make your way to the familiar mop of damp hair. "Jeong Yunho!" He sits up straight as he hears your voice, closing the cap of his water bottle. "Hey, I'm talking to you, dick face!"

Other men in the room let out various 'ooh's as you push your boyfriends shoulder. He barely moves, but it's the thought that goes into it to show him how angry you are. He stands slowly and goes to take his gloves off when you slap him across the face.

"Damn!" A fellow fighter exclaims. You point at him with a death stare, silently saying: 'watch it, or you're next.'

"Honey..." Yunho starts.

"Don't 'Honey...' me! I'm about to whoop your ass! You are such an idiot, Yunho. You know that? You know you're a fucking dumba-" It's his turn to cut you off, grabbing you up by your waist and carrying you over his shoulder. He carries you, screaming, all the way to showers.

He scans the room and when he finds it empty, he locks the door and lowers you down.

You let your angry facade fall, tears quickly building up as you look up at him. "Did he hurt you? It really looked like he hurt you and I told you the next time you let someone mess you up that I oug-"

"I'm ok. I promise." He helps you sit on one of the metal benches, squatting down in-front of you, placing his chin in his hands and looking up at you. "I promise."

There's a moment of pause before you begin ranting again, tears falling quickly. "Well, are you sure? It looked like he hit you really hard, and you were coughing so hard you could barely take him down and I just want to make sure. Maybe I should make you an appointment with-"

"Honey," he uses his teeth to release the velcro on one of his gloves and shakes it off, cupping you face in the next second. "It's just a bruise."

"Let me see."

"I-"

"Let me see it. It's just a bruise, right?"

He stands, letting you take his other glove off as he lifts his shirt slowly. You hold his hand gently as he whines, looking up at him in worry. "My poor Baby," you whisper.

"You can't even see it, Angel."

"You want me to kill him? I can sneak attack real well."

He lifts his shirt just above his rib cage, exposing the forming bruise over it. It's red and angry, surrounded by older bruises. Tears free fall down your face, and he wipes them away. "Yunho, you're going to get really hurt one day."

"I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

You lean forward slowly and graze your lips over his wound, making him shiver. No matter how many times you 'kiss it better', he falls head over heels all over again ever time. "Did it crack?" You ask before leaving another ghost of a kiss, hands finding purchase on his hips.

He shakes his head, hand weaving into your hair as you kiss around it. "I'm okay, Honey. Really. I promised you I would tell you if I got hurt like that again. I'm gonna keep that promise."

He doesn't know what it is. Your kisses, light as feathers? Your words, so caring and full of love? Your tears, warm as they drop into his exposed leg? His body, full of left over adrenaline?

Whatever it is- he's slowly becoming hard.

As you look up, tears full of tears and glazed over with concern, he determines that it's all of the above.

"Y'know, he got a few licks in on my face. Gonna kiss that better too?"

You tug him down and crawl over his lap, laughing lightly as you feel his bulge under his fight shorts. "How many times is this gonna happen, Baby? You can't keep fucking me in the shower room."

"Why not?" He smirks, hands roaming up and down your back. "You never seem to complain, especially when you're creaming on my cock."

"Yunho!" You slap his arm with a gasp.

"Oh, c'mon," he laughs with his head back, "like that's the worst thing I've said about you on my dick."

You cut him off with your lips on his, moaning as you grind down on his lap. You lick at his lips, pulling away with a devilish smile as he opens his mouth.

His eyes still closed, he holds your forehead to his as you both breath heavily. "You trying to get back at me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Maybe." He opens his eyes and meets yours, seeing your tears slowing. "Want to fuck you so bad." He tugs the skirt of your dress up and bundles it up in one of his hands, the other dipping into your panties. "Can I?" He asks as his teases around your entrance.

"Fuck, yeah." You speak before taking his lips in fervent kiss. This time, he opens his mouth immediately. As his fingers ease into you, you take the opportunity and explore his mouth. Even if your done it a million times before: it always leaves your breathless. You lick over his teeth before pulling away, bringing his lower lip with you briefly. "C'mon, go faster, Baby. I can handle it."

"You sure?" When you nod, his finger increase their speed ten-fold. You bite into his shirt to block your moans, knowing all too well these walls are not sound proof. His fingers scissor around inside you, stretching you out deliciously. He lets your long dress fall down around your hips, using the previously occupied hand to pull your head away from his neck roughly and making you face him. He brings you impossibly close, his head against yours and your air becoming the same. "You take it so good, don't you? Feels so good?"

"Yes, Yuyu, feels so good," you whimper quietly, to his dismay. He brings his fingers together and curls them right up on your g-spot, making you cry out. He smirks as you bite down on your lip, fresh tears brewing in your eyes.

"C'mon, cry for me." You do, tears falling quickly as he asuslts your g-spot relentlessly. "Always so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out that all you can do is cry. My sensitive Angel."

"Yun-Yunho, stop." His fingers still inside of you, holding your face impossibly closer. Before he can even question you, you speak between your deep breaths. "I want you to fuck me already."

He lifts you up with one arm under your ass and the other around your head to protect it as he pushes you onto the tile wall. "So needy," he moans out as he tears your underwear away. In no time at all, he's sliding himself into you, whining into your neck as your warmth engulfs him. He stills inside of you to give you time to adjust, but you're having none of that.

"Jesus, Yunho," you pant, wrapping your legs around his hips and leaning you head into his shoulder. "Fuck me already, fuck me good and hard. I can handle it."

He doesn't take your words with a grain of salt, he starts hard and fast, licking up your tears and moaning at the salty taste. Neither of you bother to hide your moans, loud and proud of how good he's fucking you. "Goddamn," he purrs, "always like a fucking dream."

His words only make you louder, clenching around him like a vice as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. "Yunho, Yunho, god! Fuck! Baby, please don't stop!" He doesn't, his hips keep a steady, ruthless rhythm as he kisses up every tear that slips past your waterline. "Good fucking god. Good god, Yunho!"

"That's it, Angel." He praises as his hips slow, "so good for me." He pressed his body up against your to hold you in place, hands slipping around you and holding you just under your ribs, rubbing slow circles as you descend back to Earth. "You're so beautiful," he says softly, licking up your hot, salty cheek. "So precious," he repeats with the other. Your death grip on his shoulders lowers to a soft embrace as your body shakes from after shocks.

Wordlessly, his hips pick up speed again. "Ah! Please, sensitive... Sensitive, Baby."

He coos, leaning down and kissing you before speaking with a smirk.

"I thought you could handle it?" He slams his hips into yours, holding you close. "Can't you, Angel?"

"Yes, yes, I can take it! I can take it, Yuyu," you wrap your fingers in the back of his hair to ground yourself as he sets a deep and erratic pace. "I can, Baby, don't stop!"

"Good, I'm gonna make you fucking squirt this time."

Kiss it off me

February Filth Fest : Day Seven

Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

a/n: sorry if this one isn't super long, i had some personal thingys

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, use of aphrodisiacs and alcohol, established relationship, literally feral, an insane amount of orgasms, hot potato but with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected(womp womp), multiple cream pies, nipple play,pet names (baby,love&babe,baby boy, woo), brief blowjob, cum eating and swapping

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Bam!" You place the plate of cookies down with a wide smile. "They're a little over done but I don't think it should matter..." You lift one up and inspect it, "probably just a little crunchy!"

Wooyoung turns with the drink mixer in his hands, leaning over the table and looking at the cookies. "They look good, Baby. How much did you put?"

You grab the messy paper where you've written down the recipe. "Two teaspoons. That's not a lot, right?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," he shrugs before shaking the drink around. You turn into the kitchen and grab two paper towels, placing a cookie on each and sliding one over to him. He pours the concoction equally into two glasses he's already set up. "My lady." He smiles as he slide the glass to you.

"Thank youuu." You sniff the drink, recoiling and holding a hand over your mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to come out.

"What? What is it?"

"How much gin did you put in here, Babe?"

He shrugs, looking at the bottle that's now half empty. "Not a lot."

"Maybe you should stick to the kitchen, and I stick to the drinks."

"Yeah, no, you're right."

He slides his cookie back over the table to sit next to you, taking his drink with him. You pick up the warm cookie and share a kiss with him before you take a bite.

You make small conversation as you each finish a cookie and your very strong drinks. You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder, and he cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head.

"You feel anything, Baby?"

"No. You?"

"Nada. Maybe we got a dud or something."

--

"Holy fuck!" He cries, hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on him. "S'good! Fuck me so good! So good," he moans like a prayer. He leans his head back with a whimper as he cums into you again. It makes you cum around him in response, leaning into his neck and licking up his sweat.

You've been at it for at least two hours, and neither of you can stop. He's came into your cunt at least five times, and you've gushed around him six? Seven? Your brain has turned to mush at this point. All you can think is Wooyoung. Wooyoungs dick. Wooyoungs hands grabbing at your tits.

"Baby, please!" He whimpers, hands massaging your skin. "Keep going, keep going, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," he whines like a broken record, hip's barely bucking up into you to meet your harsh bounces. "Please, I need it!"

All he can think is you. Your warm cunt filled with cum still around him. Your sweet praises. Your fingers tweaking his sore nipples. Your tongue rolling over them.

You slap one of your hands over his mouth and tell him, "then take it."

His hands travel down to your hips and flips you over, holding your hips down as your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. "You take it. I'm going to fuck you so full you can't fucking think."

"God, Woo! You're- fuck... holy shit, Love. You're so good, so good to me! Fuck me so good!" He brings his hand down to your clit and has you cumming again just at the contact alone, fucking you right into another one with his erratic thrusts and his finger twirling around. "Baby, cum..." You don't know whether you're asking him to cum or telling him you just did, but it's all that your mind can muster up.

He flips you over again, holding your hips down to his as close as he can as he over-fills your pussy. You pull up off him and cum drips out of you onto his hard cock. You both moan at the sight, worked up beyond belief. He's about to wipe it up when you swat away his hand and scoot down, leaving a trial of cum drops as you make your way down. "What are you doing, Baby? Keep going, please keep going!"

"Calm down, Baby Boy." You lick up some of the puddle on his lower stomach, savoring the flavor as your swallow. He has to physically hold himself back from releasing again at the sight. "Gonna kiss it off you."

He groans loudly, hand wrapping itself up in yours as you begin kissing and licking all over his stomach and pelvis. When he's both clean and painfully hard, you lower yourself down even more to his cock. "Want me too, Babe?"

"Yes," he breaths heavily, whining as you lower your mouth down on his jizz covered cock. "Ha~" he holds down his hips with his free hand, squeezing yours tightly in the other. "Fucking amazing, Baby. I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-"

You scoop it up on your tongue and are back on him in the next second, settling on his cock,still hard, and connecting your mouths as you hold his open. He laps up your tongue, moaning into your open mouthed kiss as he swallows up the cum you've collected. You cradle his face as you pull away and admire the sight.

His eyes are almost fully black, unblinking as he admires you like you do to him. His mouth is slick and swollen and glazed in cum- yours, his, it's impossible to tell.

"So beautiful," you chime together. "Oop-" he laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you lay ontop of him in laughter. He slides his hands up and down your back, leaving a few kisses to your sweaty skin.

"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"

Yours

February Filth Fest : Day Eight

Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: I WENT CRAZY WRITING THIS I CANT EVEN TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I "DAMNED" MYSELF .

"Convince me."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, degradation, zero build up, name calling(lots), using a toy, edging, dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, praise, pet names, slapping, unprotected(🍅🍅), possessive dialogue, i went all out for my boy

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"What? Can't even take a little toy?" Yeosang quips, not even turning his head to look at you- instead looking at the movie that neither of you really pay attention to. But he can hear you crying from the unrelenting, gently vibrations. You use your free hand and grab onto his forearm, whining. "How will you take my dick if you can't even take that?"

"I can take it, I'm taking it! I am!" You whine as you hold the handle of toy as still as you can, tears blurring your vision entirely. The wand of it twirls around inside you, touching your g-spot every so often. A piece extends up just above the handle and rests down on your clit, vibrating all the while. "I can take it, I can take it, you know I can so stop testing me!"

But it's on the lowest setting. And it's not enough. And every time you try to get more friction and fuck yourself on it, he slaps you back to your senses before turning back to the TV. "Please, Yeosang!"

He doesn't respond to you, laying still on his side of the bed with his head propped up on his hand, smirking as he 'watches' the movie. He's so cocky and so beautiful and loves you and makes you cum like nobody else ever has. But he lives to hear you beg. "Baby, I need you... I took it like a good girl, please just fuck me."

He tutts his tongue, lifting his shirt above his head and tossing it to a far corner of your bedroom. "Took it like a good girl? Doesn't look like it. You didn't even cum, did you?"

"No..." You admit, hips jolting as he trails his finger tips, light as a feather, up your thigh to your hip. "I need you to make me cum, Baby. Please, I'm so fucking close."

"So you're not a slut... You're just a cock slut." He slowly crawls his way up the bed, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as they threaten to look at your gushing pussy. "That it, bitch? C'mon, tell me," he draws out as he slowly moves your hand away. Without you holding it still, it wiggles around more violently- making you cry out, tears completely flooding your pillow case.

He slaps your leg and holds his hand over the angry flesh to calm it as he all but growls, "I asked you a fucking question, Darling."

"Yes! I'm a cock slut!"

"Any cock will do?"

"No, yours! Need yours, Yeosang!"

"Mine?" He asks innocently, cocking his head to the side. "Just mine, Babe?"

"Yes, just yours. You're the only one, Sang... please stop torturing me, I need you so badly. I need- I w- please! I'm your cock slut."

"Awe," he coos, hands rubbing up your sides and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you down to be face to face with him. "My poor little whore... So cute, all needy for me like this." You almost combust on the spot when one of his hands grabs the handle of the toy and begins thrusting it slowly. "If you can cum on this, I'll fuck you as much as you want. Yeah?"

You nod, dumb. "Please, just don't stop." The feeing of the silicone dragging against your walls after so so long has you buzzing. Tears clouding your vision, you fail to notice the way his smirk widens as he speaks.

"I won't stop."

--

"Yeosang, Baby! S'too much!" You cry as you hold onto his shoulders.

He abandoned the toy the second you came, fucking himself into you before you even got the chance to catch your breath. His fingers had started a non-stop attack on your sensitive clit. "No it's not. You said you could take it," he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks together, spreading your lips. He spits right into your waiting mouth and places his hand over your lips. "So be my good whore and take it."

You gulp down his saliva, licking at his finger and smiling as he takes it away. You roll your tongue out in pride. "There's my good whore." He smiles back down at you, "my perfect fuck toy."

His loving smile fades as his hips return to their merciless thrusts. Your hips buck up into him, and it doesn't anything but please him. "Stay still." He puts more weight down on your hips and holds them in place as he pounds into you. You scream out, back trying desperately to arch but not getting very far. Now, all of his weight is ontop of you. "My dumb, pretty, little thing. Can't even follow a simple demand. Stay fucking still or you'll never feel my cock again."

You know he's bluffing. He knows he bluffing. But it doesn't stop you from stilling underneath him, simply wrapping your arms around him and trying to ground yourself as he fucks you to another planet.

"That's it, get comfortable. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." He wraps his hand up in your hair and holds you tightly, groaning into your ear. "This slutty little hole is all mine. All mine. Right, Darling? This pussy is mine?"

All you can do is stare over at him from where he rests his head next to yours, so fucking close that you can feel his hot breath. "Sang- Yeosang, I w- fuck."

He pulls you onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip as he slows his thrusts to give you a chance to think. He brushes back your sweaty hair, smiling gently like he's not about to spit venomous words at you. "You are my whore." He grabs your chin and pulls you impossibly closer. "Right?"

"Yes, Baby."

"Wanna hear you say it."

"I'm your whore."

"Cute," he mocks as he begins to fuck into you with an inhuman force. "Now say it like you mean it, bitch." He holds your head into his chest, kissing your head as you moan violently, clawing down his back. "Convince me, and you can cum as much as you want. You know good girls get what they want."

Yeosang is mean in the bedroom, sure. But he's never a liar. And with the promise that he'll throw you over the edge again has you groveling. "I'm your whore, Baby! Your cock slut, I'm your cum dump and- God!" You slap his bicep as he nibbles on your neck, grabbing at the back of his head with the other.

"Keep going," he urges, a neediness in his voice that makes your cunt tighten around him.

"I'm your Darling, your- fucking God!I'm your good girl, r-right?" He nods into your neck, licking all the way up to behind your ear, taking your earlobe in his teeth. "And I love it, love your cock! I love you, I'm yours, yours!"

"All fucking mine," he moans, content with your begging- his hand going down to your cunt and making good on his promise to make you cum.

Don't make me beg

February Filth Fest : Day Nine

Song Mingi x fem reader

a/n: *taste by danceracha intensifies* (i know the lyrics are "don't make me bad" but like cmon- it's don't make me beg)

"I'm addicted to you, Momma."

✫彡wordcount: 1.5k

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, oral fixation, zero build up, baby boy mingi cause i just cannot help it, bed humping, overstim, hand holding, very light degradation, big dumb mingi(❤️‍🩹), light nipple play, pet names(baby,honey, baby boy & momma, love), lots of references to Taste

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Baby," you cry out, slapping at his arms which keep your writhing hips in place for him. "Mingi, you have to breathe, Honey! Give us a break, good god!"

You feel him mumble something against your sensitive clit, grabbing his hoodies sleeve and tugging on it as he begins laving his flat tongue over it. "Mingi!" You whine, cunt clenching around nothing as he pushes you towards your second orgasm of the night with nothing but his mouth. "Baby, you have to slow down!"

"Don't wanna stop," he can barely speak up as he keeps his lips on you. "Want you to feel my love."

"I feel it, fucks sake!" You laugh, hand raking though his hair and locking eyes with him as he devours your pussy. "I feel it... I feel i-fuck... wow." The look on his face as his eyes flutter shut has you falling in love all over again. He looks so content. So happy with his face stuffed between your thighs. "Baby, I c- I'm gonna cum."

When your words register in his mushy brain, he reaches up one of his hands up from their death grip on your hips and rests it gently between your ribs. You take it up in both of yours, trapping it tightly as he closes his lips around your bud.

He revels on the way you moan for him as he sucks, opening his eyes to watch as he pushes you over the edge. To watch the face he's become addicted to. The one you make when he throws you into an ecstasy only he can give you.

Your brows screwed up, mouth parted by a whimper of his name, chest rising and falling as waves of pleasure spread through your body. It spurs him on- the way he can feel and taste your release on his tongue.

You have to physically pull him away as your body begins to shake in overstimulation, holding him by his dyed hair as he opens his eyes in confusion as to why he's not tasting you anymore. When he sees your trembling legs, the way you hold his fingers so roughly they loose color, it dawns on him.

"Fuck," he sighs, slowly going to lay his head on your quivering thigh, eyes unable to look away from your soaked pussy. "M'sorry, Momma... can't help myself." He whispers as he licks up the essence of you left on his swollen lips. "Can't help it."

"Starting to think we need a safe word for me," you joke as you pet his head, "c'mere, Baby Boy." You sit up slowly and he scoots up to rest beside you against the headboard.

You grab him the bottle of water from the bedside and open it up for him, giving him a chaste kiss to his forehead before handing it over. "Thank you," he gulps it up greedily, before stopping abruptly. "It's gonna wash you away," he pouts.

"Awe," you coo, "you really love my taste, don't you?"

"Yes," he admits, holding his hand over yours which cradles his flushed face. "I'm addicted to you, Momma."

You narrow the gap between you and capture his lips in a kiss, tasting yourself on him briefly before you pull away and rest your forehead on his. Your breaths collide, sharing oxygen as you both breath deeply. "Drink up, Baby." You tap his cheek gently and turn away to grab your bottle. "Gonna need to stay hydrated if you want to keep this up."

"I can keep going?" He asks, clearly excited as he sits up on his knees and is already moving back down the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah!" You snatch up his hoodie string and stop him in his tracks. "I said drink. Let me have a break, Baby, you made me cum twice in like ten minutes. Did you even realize that?"

He shakes his head and crawls into your hold as you open your arms. He doesn't even realize how needy he's become until his clothed cock meets your wet, warm cunt. He whines as your hands trail under his hoodie and shirt, stripping them off together and setting them down next to you. You lean up and kiss his peck, making him shiver.

You lean back and drink up your water, wrapping your legs around his back with a smirk. "Love, I want to keep going," he pleads, grinding down on you lightly to emphasize his eagerness. "Makes me feel so good when I eat you out... makes me so hard."

"Drink your water," you demand nonchalantly, tossing your empty bottle. "Now, or you won't get anything."He takes it from you the next second, all but chugging it before throwing it to join yours.

He grabs at your ankles behind his back and whines helplessly when you lock them around him. "Momma, please, let me..." You chuckle at him, running you hands up his naked chest, pausing at his nipples to circle them. "Please!"

"So greedy, Honey."

"Please, don't make me beg..."

You hum, pretend to think. "I want... I want you to beg." When he does nothing but look down at you dumbly, you emphasize, "beg for my pussy."

He wails out, "Love, please. I need to feel you on my tongue, I need to taste you, I need it! Please, Momma, please, please, ple-" His voice trails off as his eyes follow your hand to open the beside drawer. You pull out a headband and tug him down by his neck. "Wha..."

You unlock your legs form around him and his body moves before his mind tells it to. "Now that I can see that pretty face, get to work."

He does. He dives in sloppily, licking and kissing your cunt and worshiping you like you are a Goddess. "Thank you, Momma." He leaves a fat kiss to your clit. "Thank you." He licks up with a pointed tongue. "Love it so much." He swirls it around your hole. "Love you so much." His hips grind down on the bed. "Fucking love you." He goes on and on, praising you and your pussy as he eats it up like a man starved, slowly rambling into nonsense.

"Baby," he looks up at the sound of your voice, finding that you have your hands reaches out towards his. He slides them up from your thighs and grabs onto them as he suckles at you. You hold them at either side of your hips, smiling as he squeezes rhythmically. "You're going all dumb, Baby Boy. We can't have that, right?" He shakes his head against you, making you both laugh and moan. "Just look at me, Baby."

He keeps his eyes focused on yours- trying his best to pick up on every little twitch and moan and bite of your lip to keep himself from going crazy. He grinds his hips down on the bed whenever you let out a particularly sweet moan, almost like he's rewarding himself for making you feel good.

When you start to moan out more and more praises to him, he can't help how his eyes shut tightly as his gut tightens, moaning against you: like he's experiencing as much pleasure as you are.

"Mingi, stop," you order. His tongue stills inside you, looking up with doe eyes. "That's enough."

He pulls away with a whine, slowly releasing your hands and crawling up with a pout. "Don't worry, Sweet Boy. There's always more time for that. Right now," you reach between you as he cages you under him. "You're humping the bed like a little whore. You must really love making me feel good, huh? Must love making me cum. So selfless, baby." You slowly rub over his hard bulge, bringing him closer with a leg over his hip. "Let Momma make you feel good? Let me give you a reward?"

He lays down wordless and watches with glazed eyes as you straddle him. You cup his face, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest before you pause at his nipple and leave a kitten lick, laughing at how his hips roll up into you. "So worked up, Honey."

He didn't even notice until you'd taken over, but he's incredibly horny. He was so focused on you, making you feel like a Goddess. He didn't even realize his cock was painfully hard. He was just focused on making you feel like he does when you love on him. He didn't realize how much he loved eating you out. He can't get enough. He wants more. More, and more, until he can't breath. Until he can't remember the taste of anything besides you. That would be his ultimate rewards. "Love... I know what my reward can be."

"What's that, Baby?"

"Sit on my face."

"Jesus, Mingi!"

Heard that?

February Fifth Fest : Day Ten

Choi Jongho x fem reader

a/n: this went through so many different iterations cause i just could noooot figure it out but i landed on this and i love it . sorry it's a day late </3

"i wished it was you"

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)(¯ ³¯)♡genre:

smut w/o plot, fluff undertones

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, auralism, established relationship, jongho's POV, masturbation,brief self-edging, italics are video descriptions, pet names(baby,jong)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

It had been so long. So long since you two had really spoken. So long since he held you. So, so, long since he had any time to himself- let alone time to spend with you. It felt like you'd been apart for years.

So he thanked God that they finished the sound check early and took advantage of it when his hotel roommate left. He latched the chain over the door and fell into the bed with a deep sigh. He wished he could call you, but it was so late there and he didn't want to wake you.

There was a few messages from members, one from a manager, and multiple from you. He swiped away everyone else's and opened up yours.

내사랑 11:37pm

i hate overseas tours. i barely get to speak to you because the time..

내사랑 11:38pm

i missed you extra hard today, i wore your sweater

내사랑 12:47am

i wished it was you

내사랑 12:48am

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The thumbnail preview was a blank screen, and that:coupled with your words, made him quickly realize. You did this twice on his last tour, and he came to be addicted. He yanked his headphones from the edge of the bed and sat up as he held the button to turn them on, already clicking on the video.

Just as they connected, you appeared on the screen, smiling warmly as you back away and lean into the headboard. The only sound was the fan, whirling quietly until you shuffled around. You were basking in the dim light of your lamp, wearing his large sweater- the first one you ever stole from him. "I'm missing you so much, Baby..." You serenade, running your hands up your thighs and dragging up the edge of the hoodie to reveal your bare core.

His breath catches in his throat, and he almost falls of the bed in his rush to unbutton his pants. "I'm so needy, Jongho. Want you to touch me so bad." He curses under his breath as he frees himself and leans back on the bed. "S'wet... can you see, Baby?" He can.

One of your hands dip between your legs as you spread them, the other bundling up the edge of his your sweater and pulling it up your stomach. Your slick glistens in the low lighting, and you give him a good view as you spread your lips.

God, what he would give to be back home with you. What he would do to be the one touching you. You haven't even done anything yet and he's painfully needy for you. He's agonizingly hard for you in just seconds. You have him wrapped around your little finger from the other side of the planet.

He wraps his hand around himself as he holds the phone up with the other, eyes focused on the way your eyes blink quickly as you dip two fingers into you. "God," he groans, tightening his grip as you begin thrusting your fingers.

"God," you moan, sliding your hand below your only clothing and caressing your torso like he always does. "Want you."

He barely catches your little whimper, and when his brain processes it, he's already on the edge. He pulls his hand away and grabs onto the blanket, whining as he fights himself. He wants to cum for you so badly already. He's so filled up with stress and homesickness and cum, he just wants to let it all go and fuck himself dumb to the sound of your familiar, saccharine voice.

He bites on his lip to distract himself as he watches your speed increasing. He wants you so, so, bad. He wants you to be moaning on his fingers. He wa-

"Jongho!" You whine out, other hand coming down in a rush to rub your clit as you keep up the pace. "Ah, Jongho, miss you. Want your fingers, want- I want your cock."

His eyes flick up and down, trying to watch your face and your sloppy cunt at the same time. When you moan out his name again, he can't help but touch himself again. He licks his hand and lathers it up generously as he focuses on the sound of your slick that grows louder by the second. When his cold, spit-covered, hand wraps around him: he whines out loudly and shamelessly.

The friction feels nice, sure. But he would kill for your warm pussy to be on him instead. He would kill to have your lips on his as his pleasure builds up quickly.

"Gonna cum," you state shortly. "Fuckin- fuck!" Your fingers and cunt work together to make a lewd and sticky, almost sloshing, sound as you push yourself closer to the edge. "Heard that, Baby? So wet jus' thinking about you."

His brain seems to malfunction, hand speeding up as his thumb scrolls the video back. The wetness of your pussy entrances him. "Heard that, Baby? So wet just thinking about you."

"God!" He whimpers, scrolling back once more.

"Heard that, Baby?" He cums on the spot, eyes fluttering shut as his release shoots against his shirt. Your moans as you throw yourself over the edge only prolong his ecstasy. When he floats back to his consciousness, he looks over to where his hand gripping the phone fell beside him.

You look just as fucked out as you do when he's the one making you cum, eyes shut blissfully as your glossy arousal pools under you, breaths heavy and uneven.

It makes him realize you are missing him just as much as he's missing you. "I love you, Jong..." You whisper as you grab at the hoodie.

He knows you can't hear him, but he whispers back anyways. "I love you."

The night we met

February Filth Fest : Day Eleven

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: this is probably the sweetest thing i've ever wrote

"Can't wait to marry you."

✫彡wordcount: 1.8k

(>ᴗ•)(¯ ³¯)♡genre:

smut , teeth rotting fluff

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, breeding/impregnation, established relationship, cunnilingus,fingering, hand holding, lots of 'ily', built in size kink(it's yunho,duh), praise, pet names(baby,yuyu& angel,sweetie,sweetheart)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Baby, foods here!" You yell out to your boyfriend, already pulling out utensils and setting them at the table. "Yunho, I know you hear m- Jesus!"

He's right behind you with a wide grin on his face, hands behind his back. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I have something for you," he ignores your scolding and leaves a peck to your cheek, rocking on his feet. "Close your eyes?"

"Is it alive?"

"No, Angel, it's not alive. Why do you alwa-just close your eyes, damn." You do as he asks with a laugh, leaning your palms against the dining table and waiting patiently as you hear him shuffle around. "Open."

Your heart drops at the sight, breath torn away from you. He's bent down to one knee, hands resting on the other with a small velvety box in the other. He looks up at you with doe eyes, watching your every move. "Yunho..."

"I have a speech." You chuckle at his bluntness, hand over your teary eyes as you shake your head.

"Go ahead, Baby."

He rubs his lips together and looks down at the box, swallowing thickly. "Today is our day-we-met-versary, and so I thought it would be a good day to, ahem, to do this." His eyes trail up and right back down when he sees you're already crying. "Three years ago today, it's really long ago, right?" He laughs nervously, "I forgot everything I was going to say. Fuck, I-"

"Yunho?"

"Huh?"

"Something to ask me?" You crouch down to his level and kneel in-front of him, watching closely as he opens up the box.

"Yup, yes I do! ... Will you marry me?"

"Yes! You fucking doofus!" You tackle him to the floor in a tight embrace, kissing at every part of his face as he laughs. He lifts up your hand and slides the ring over your finger, leaving a kiss over it. "You're gonna be my husband," you cry happily, "my husband. Oh, who's Yunho? He's my husband. What!? What the fuck!" You gasp loudly, sitting up. "I'm going to be your wife! We're- holy shit. Oh, Baby!" You kiss his head aggressively with a loud smooch, leaning your head against it when you pull away.

"My wife," he whispers. "Who's she? That's my wife! Ah, Angel, I love you!" He mimics your words, spilling out endless amounts of 'wife' and 'fuck' and 'wow'. "I love you so much."

You finally take a moment to look at the ring and you smile, cupping his face and leaning impossibly closer. "I love you. Can't wait to marry you. Can't wait to... I'm so happy." You lock you lips on his, clashing together like it's your last moments on the planet. It's all teeth and tongue and spit as you try to devour one another's very being.

He stands abruptly, hooking his arms around you and pulling you up with him. Your legs wrap around him, lips never leaving his neck as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom. Even as you lower onto the mattress, you leave a never ending stream of kisses to his jaw and cheeks.

He cradles your head in his arms, reveling in the feeling of your gently lips against his flushed skin. "Gonna fucking marry you," he speaks like he can't believe it. And truly, he has a hard time doing so. He's loved you for three years, and now he's going to have you as his in every way there is. "My wife." He whispers against your hair, leaving a chaste kiss. "The love of my life." He tangles his hand in your hairs roots tenderly as you suck at his sweet spot. "All mine."

He runs his hand up and down your leg, feeling up your exposed skin. The other hand keeps him propped up form crush you under him as you begin unbuttoning his pajama shirt.

He slips down before you can get far, though. Hands pushing open your thighs and laying flat on his stomach, feet dangling off the bed because of his height. Your shorts are gone in the next second. He's faced with the small wet spot on your cotton panties, smirking. He leaves a small peck that leaves you reeling. "So wet and I haven't even touched you." He licks over the dampened spot and looks up to see your hand over your mouth and heated cheeks. "Can I make you cum on my tongue?"

"F- yes, yes. Please, Yuyu."

"So polite, Sweetie." He tugs the down roughly and wraps one of his arms under your hips and spreads your lips with his long fingers. "My polite, little, wife." You moan loudly as his hot mouth comes in contact with your aching cunt. His free hand slips away from your hip bone and begins teasing your entrance with the pads of his fingers tips.

When his long, slender fingers finally begin inching into you, it has you grabbing at the blanket roughly, unable to escape the slow pace as he holds you down. His lips wrapped around your clit, fingers stretching you out, eyes tracking your every move: Yunhos never been so happy. Making his fiancée fall apart with nothing but two fingers and his tongue.

When he begins pushing his fingers apart inside of you, you grab the pillow from behind your head and slam it over your face with a drawn out whine. He chuckles against you, making your hips twitch in his hold. "S-shit. So good, Yunho."

"So good?" He mumbles against you before lapping his tongue up and down your clit.

"Yes! So, so good. Gonna make me cum, you're gonna- ah!" He doesn't let up, rhythmically scissoring his fingers open and closed and curling them up. "Baby, Baby! Please!"

"You're gonna cum just from my fingers, Angel?"

"Yes! God, yes! Please let me, please," you let out a drawn-out, high pitched cry into the pillow. The moment his hand slips away from you hip to grab the pillow, your hips are grinding mindless against his fingers. He tosses the pillow to the opposite side of the room and grazes his finger tips over your jaw. The soft gesture makes you clench around him, and he can't help but feel his heart pounding harder. "Please," you ask as you meet his eyes.

"Wanna cum on my husbands fingers." You smile mischievously, but it's wiped away as his pace increases and his lips assault your cunt. You cry out, grabbing his wrist and holding it close to your face as you mumble incoherently.

He leans into you even closer as you clinch around his fingers like a vice and flood his senses with your orgasm. He stills his fingers inside you as you float away and kisses your bud gently.

When you come back to your own body, you slowly release your death grip on his wrist and smile down at him with droopy eyes. "Yuyu..." You begin with a question tone. He hums in response, taking his soaked digits and wiping them on his shirt before he discards it. "Will you fuck a baby into me?"

He's over you in the next second, hovering over you like a predator."What?" His eyes are blown wide, staring down at you like you've just promised him a billion dollars.

"Fuck a baby into me with your big cock." You state shamelessly, bating your eyes before you continue more innocently. "Please, Yuyu?"

"Fuck, Angel," he groans as he leaning into your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth, and even if you two have done this a million times: it still lights you ablaze. "You know... you drive me crazy." He slips his hands under your shirt and lifts you up effortlessly to pull it off you. He kisses your collar bones, whispering how much he loves you all the while.

One of his hands travels down and lifts up your limp hips to grind against him."Fucking crazy for you." You have to steady yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as he flips the two of you. When you gather your composure, you lift off him and tug his pants down past his hips, letting him kick them the rest of the way off and over the edge of the end to be forgotten as you free his cock. You go to lower your mouth on him, but he catches you by your jaw before you can get that far.

"Just fuck me," he pleads. "Don't want to waste a single drop, Sweetheart." It's your turn for your heart to flutter, skipping a beat as his leaking top springs against your cunt.

You spread yourself as he grabs his cock and holds it up for you. You grab on onto his free hand as tightly as you can as he fills you up. You've been with him countless times, but he still stretches you beyond either of your wildest beliefs. He moves his hand from the base of his dick and slides it up your stomach to your tit, grabbing ahold gently as your pelvis' meet. You both let out a unison sigh as his weight settles inside you.

"So big," you whimper, strumming your thumb against the back of his as it wraps around your hand. "Fill me up so good, Yuyu." You praise as you swivel your hips. A broken groan leaves your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you.

"Please, go faster, Sweetie, please."

You lay flat against him and settle your head on his shoulder, leaving a kiss to the tattoo of your lipstick print before you start to work yourself over him. You hold both of his hands and press them on either side of his head as he begins meeting your bounces with thrusts. "My beautiful wife." He chuckles in disbelief, words broken by moans. "Going to fill you up so fucking much, gonna be dripping from you for days." He shakes off one of your hands and slips his between you and to your sensitive clit. "Milk it from me, Sweetie."

And you do. You cum and gush around him, slick building up and making a mess of the base of his cock. He hold you in place as he cums right up in you, crying how much he loves you and how good you're going to look so plumped up with his baby.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and listens to your deep breaths, feeing them against his own heaving chest. "I love you."

"I love you." You mimic," rubbing your shaking hands up and down his arms. "Gonna make you a Daddy."

"Gonna make you a Momma." He smiles wide, rubbing your wild hair back, "wanted to do that since the night we met."

Heavenly

February Filth Fest : Day Twelve

Choi San x gn reader

a/n: another story that goes with a cigarette after sex song . what can i say? they make good music !!!

Tell me it's love, tell me it's real. Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips.

✫彡wordcount: 800

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, nipple play, handjob, sub san, soft domming, praise, edging, like two lines of overstim, pet names(sweet boy, sannie, baby & love, honey), little bit of after care(❤️‍🩹)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You're doing so good," you whisper into his back, cuddling closer. Your hand, slicked up with lube slowly moving up and down his length. "My Sannie."

"Thank you," he mumbles into the pillow he holds against his chest, whining as your tighten your hand at the base of his cock. "Feels so good, s'good."

His brain seems to short circuit when your other hand slips under his torso and between him and the pillow, grazing over his nipple. He hums loudly, arching into your touch before you push him back into your chest. "More. I need more."

You drag your nail over the pebbled flesh, scratching it gently. "All you have to do is ask nicely, Sannie." You trail your hand up and down his chest and kiss his exposed back as he stutters, your hand stroking all the while.

It feels heavenly. Being in your safe arms as you work him closer to the edge gently after a rough day. He's floating away from his own body. "Please, Love.I need more. Please?"

"Of course, Sweet Boy." You twirl your finger around his nipple, pinch it, roll it between the pads of your fingertips, anything to give him all the love he deserves. To give him all your love. Everything you're capable of to make him feel it through your touch.

You slide your hand across his chest and he whines, making you chuckle. "Can't leave this one out- right, Baby?" You ask rhetorically as you begin your softly toy with his neglected nipple.

"Uh-uh. Can- can't le... oh my god. Honey, I- I can't, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum?" You smirk into his back, leaning your forehead against his hot skin. "Love, please! I need-"

"To cum for me? That it? You wanna make a mess for me?"

He cranes his neck at an uncomfortably angle, eye brows kitted up as he tries not to cum. "Kiss me," he says, blinking rapidly as he fights back tears. "Kiss me, I want to cum."

You push him on his back and make him abandon the pillow, letting him hold you instead. His hot cock between you being edged to the max as he waits for your lips. Overworked beyond belief as he awaits your command. Your fingers still teasing his sensitive buds. He wraps on of his arms around your neck lazily and tries to tug you down.

"Say you love me," he whimpers as you kiss at his neck. "Tell me you love me."

"I do. I love you so much, Sannie. You're my sweet Angel... my godsend." You finally give in and weave your lips into his, smiling into it as he whines, grabbing at the back of your neck feverishly and pulling you closer. "My Sweet Boy." You murmur against him, licking his lips before you dive back in.

He groans and rolls his eyes as you pull away from his lips. "Don't stop, Love. I'm so close."

"Tell me you love me." You repeat his words back to him, hand encircling his tip and making him buck up into your hold. He doesn't know why he can't just cum already. He doesn't know why, but he needs you to say he can.

"I love you! I love you so much, please! S-fuck, please! I love you, I love you," he whimpers like a broken record, almost flying away when you lean in and whisper.

"Cum for me." It's a demand that slips your lips, but it's laced in sticky honey and disguised as gentle. He opens his mouth to respond, but is met with your lips blocking his voice. That's all he needs.

His warm seed seeps into the fabric of your pajamas and covers your hand in stick. "That's it, Baby. That's it." You moan against his cheek, littering it in open mouthed kisses. "Let it all go, I'm here. I got you, Sweet Boy. My Sweet Boy."

He hiccups loudly and holds onto the ends of your hair tightly as you begin to overstimulate him, milking him for all he's worth. "S'too much, too much!" You let him go with a smirk against his neck and kiss him once more before reaching over and grabbing the hand towel you prepped. You wipe your hand clean, and then his stomach, avoiding his twitching shaft.

"Feeling better, Sannie?"

"Yes," he hums dumbly, watching as you clean up the mess you've both made and throwing the soiled rag and your pajama bottoms to the hamper. "Thank you. I love you."

You climb back over him and cradle his flushed face in your hands. "Anything for you. Anything for my Baby."

Aren't you?

February Filth Fest : Day Thirteen

Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

a/n:i saw this photo and my brain said "oooh pretty" and then it said "mermaid wooyoung brrrr"

"Sing for me."

✫彡wordcount: 2.5k (whoopsie)

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy/historical

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, technically not mirror sex but something very similar (😉), unprotected(no good), best friends to lovers, fingering, very slight pred&prey, praise, drool&spit, pet names(woo&baby, pretty girl), cream pie

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You were always warned of sirens and their dangerous nature. Your parents told you that a siren would lure you in and eat you whole. Your village believed that their songs would make you sell your soul to the devil for another listen. Everyone made you think that these creature were the worst of the worst in a world full of monsters.

And then you boarded the Starlight and met a shining man named Wooyoung.

He was the first one to jump up and greet you when your brother brought you aboard. You were taken aback, holding the hilt of you knife cautiously as you inspected him. He was the nightmares come to life. Sparkles lining his skin that was meant to catch the waters reflection and blind prey. Short, pointy canines used to sink into whatever he pleased. Bright, shining eyes that followed your every move with slit irises.

And, by the Gods he was the most beautiful man he you ever saw.

Then he opened his mouth to greet you and held out his hand even though you brandished a knife and hid behind your brother.

After it was explained that he, and a few others on the Starlight were outcasted from their clans because they refused their traditions- you had at least a tolerance for him.

He was nothing like the creatures that you had been taught about. He never even used his voice or powers. He only felt the sea and reported back on what it spoke to him. He made jokes that made you laugh after rough missions and taught you how to swim, he even showed you his tail after you became so close.

He quickly became your best friend and your favorite crew member.

So, naturally, when he left the tavern of the latest city you docked at with the excuse of feeling unwell: you decided to follow after him. It took you a few minutes to decide, and by the time you made it outside, he was nowhere to be found in the street.

You make your way slowly, loosing yourself in thoughts as the cool wind whipped around you. You don't even have time to snap out of your own mind before it reaches you. A low, deep harmony.

You blink confusedly, continuing on your path to the dock despite the fact that your mind pieces together the situation. You can't stop yourself. It's so sweet and comforting, laced in something addicting as he sings out various 'la's and 'da's. As you walk up the wooden dock, your mind seems to go completely blank.

"A round of hazel and thunder. A round of whispering closer."He leans over the edge and drags his fingers in the cool water.Its still mid-day, and the sun shines in a way that makes the blue water reflective. As you get closer, you can see why he strays away from the edges of the boat and hurries away when you dock.

The suns reflection off the water makes his sparkles glow. Usually, they shine. But now, in his natural habitat... he looks like a sun kissed God.

"Okay for us. A round of closer, a round of hazel and thunder."

"Wooyoung?" It comes out without your own knowledge, slipping past your lips as you tip toe closer.

He pulls his hand away from the water and flips around on his back, scooting away to the very edge. "You didn't... I didn't realize you followed me, I didn't mean to." He notices the glaze in your eyes, one he promised himself never to give someone. "S...stay there, okay?" You crouch down, kneeling infront of his cowering figure.

"Your voice is so beautiful." Again, your mouth doesn't have permission from your brain before the words come barreling out. "So sexy." He can only stay completely still as you inch forward, unless he want to fall into the water. And that can not be an option when he was just utilizing his voice. He doesn't know if he has that much self control.

"Stop," he places his boot on your chest and holds you at a legs length, avoiding your gaze.

That small gesture seems to knock you out of your daze. You back away with a hand to your mouth and fall back on the deck. He almost entranced you, you almost let him. "I'm so sorry, Wooyoung. I didn't, I didn't mean to- really! I didn't know you would be singing. You nev- you never sing! I mean, you said that you didn't feel well, so I came to take care of you and I really didn't notice I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to listen to you!"

You ramble on and on and don't even notice that you're crying until he becomes blurry. "I didn't mean to listen." You sob, scooting away and struggling to stand.

"It's okay, it's okay!" He stands in a hurry and grabs ahold of your shoulders before he can stop himself. It makes a rush of adrenaline puss through him. He can't help himself. He hates himself for the way he really, really, loved the way your eyes glazed over. And he really, really, loves the way you shiver in his hold. "I shouldn't be singing, but... it hurts me not to. It's still part of who I am. I cant help myself, I need to."

"W-will you sing for me? I'll let you."

"What?" He still holds onto your arms as his eyes widen in shock.

"Oh, please," you chuckle, "don't you want to? You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, Wooyoung. You always do when we're on the water." His irises are shifting shapes faster than you can process, from predator like to completely human in a matter of milliseconds, back and forth between the two. "I want you to. I said I wanna take care of you. I mean it."

He pulls you down to the dock and presses you down on your stomach as he cages you under him. "You mean it? You really mean it? I can... I can-"

"Yes."

His grips loosens ever so slightly, hand wrapping up in your hair and pushing your head down to the dock. "Sing for me, Woo."

"You know what you're getting into, Baby?" Your pussy thinks for you, clenching around nothing. You whine as he pushes up your shirt and caresses your back.

"I know. I'm okay. Want you to." He groans behind you and rolls his neck out, nails gently scratching your skin. "I want you to."

A silence settles over the two of you for a good moment as you both just breath heavily and wrap your heads around your situation.

He settles his hips just under yours, and you can already feel the bulge growing through his pants. His hands find yours and hold them at either side of your head, fingers intertwined with yours.

"Sweet for us," his voice rings around you, and it already has you wrapped around his finger and bending to his will. "A round of hazel and ether. A round of whispering closer. Hazel and thunder. Whispering closer. Closer. Closer. Sweet. For us, sweet." His words begin to lose all meaning before they reach you, you're completely gone by the time he finishes his song.

You don't even realize that he's pulled your skirt up and your panties to the side. You don't even realize that his fingers are deep inside of you until he curls them against your g-spot.

You groan out and grab at the edge of the the wooden planks, his hand still heavy ontop of yours. "Gods!" You bite down on your lip and let your head slump down as he spreads his fingers inside of you. "Oh, Wooyoung," you hum lowly, "songs so pretty. Voice is so nice."

"Yeah? You like it? My voice got you this wet?" His palm slaps against your slick and makes a lewd sound to prove his point, "tell me it did."

"It did! It did! Want more, please, Woo!"

He groans, leaning over your back and stilling his fingers as his teeth drag against your hot neck. "Dumb girl," he coos sweetly. "Fell right for me. Right into my arms. I can take you whole right now if I wanted to. And you'd like it, wouldn't you?" He chuckles as he feels your fingers clench around his digits.

"Yes," as his song starts to fade from your mind, you're starting to come to your senses. And you don't find yourself minding. In fact, you want him even more. "Yes," you moan louder.

"You with me?"He asks as you blink up at the sky, neck cranked up.

"With you."

"You still want it?"

"Fuck, yeah, I want it."

He lifts up your hips and spreads your knees with his as he frees himself. He pulls his fingers away and grabs onto your skirt, soiling the fabric with your arousal as he pulls your hips up. You push yourself up and come face to face with your reflection in the water from how close to the edge you are.

He really could just push you into his element and take whatever he wanted from you. But this is still your Wooyoung. He wouldn't do that if his own life was on the line. He wouldn't take advantage of someone to save the entire crew. So he makes sure once again, leaning over you and whispering as he makes eye contact with you in the water.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, please. Want you to fuck me." He inches his cock into you at a detrimentally slow pace, watching your lips press together and your eyes flutter shut. He stills inside of you, smirking as he sees your mouth fall open. He uses on of his hands to catch you as your elbows give out, wrapping it around your chest and between your breast. "You like it, Baby?"

You whine out at the nickname, grabbing his hand with one of yours and reaching around with the other planting the other on his thigh as he pulls your back flush with his chest. "Open your eyes," he hums, smiling softly as you do. You look over the edge and find his face pressed against your shoulder, peeking over it to watch you in the reflection. "Aren't you so cute? Already so fucked out and I haven't even moved yet."

His hips draw back slowly and then he slams into you, send you back down and grabbing at the edge like it will save you from his brutal rhythm. "Look," he demands as he leans over you. You snap your eyes open and blink away a few stray tears of pleasure. He pushes you both closer to the water, just inches away now. "Look so pretty on my cock."

Your eyes flick form you to him, and back again until he hits a spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll. "Wooyoung!" He hums into your shoulder, opening his mouth and grazing his teeth over your skin.

"Keep looking," he moans as he licks a strip up to your ear and takes the lobe between his teeth. You moan loudly, one of your hands flying back and searching him out. He grabs onto it and holds your hand against the small of your back. "Want you to watch me while you cum."

You breath catches in your throat as he groans into your ear. "Can you?"

"Fuck," is all you can manage as he settles his face over your shoulder, chin resting gently over it as he pounds you like there's no tomorrow. "So pretty, Woo."

You catch a glimpse of him blushing, leaning his head into the side of yours in bliss.

"You feel so good."His praise makes your brain misfire, jaw dropping open and eyebrows knitted in concentration as you fight to keep your eyes on him. A string of drool starts to fall from the corner of your lips, and he watches it intensely as it forms into a drop and falls into the sea, creating a small ripple. He can feel it as it mixes into the sea, and he all but goes crazy.

"Woo, please!" You cry out as he pulls you up again and stills his hips. He turns your face and takes your lips for the very first time. And it feels like magic. Like the Gods made his lips to devour yours. Like the universe intended for you to fall into his trap. You moan against him as he slips his tongue into your mouth and swirls it around. He touches every single part of you he can reach with it, licking the roof of your mouth with a groan as your spit covers him. He pulls away and grinds into your heat as he speaks lowly."Spit in my mouth."

You have to take a few seconds to register his request, and then you're bringing up your hand to open his jaw. You spit directly into his mouth and his whines. It a sound you could get addicted to, even more than his songs. He groans as your tighten around him, hand grabbing at the side of your face. "Make me cum, Woo. Please?"

He almost slams you back down, chest pressed against the hard wood as he hammers into you, staring into your soul through the water. You hands fall into the water, fingertips dragging through it as his thrusts make you bounce. He whines again, feeling your connection with the water in his mind. You close your eyes briefly, and then remember his words as one of his hands grabs the back of your neck,blunt nails digging in. You find his gaze quickly and almost fly away from your body.

The sparkles that litter his cheek bones are so much brighter than they've ever been, even on the night when he showed you his tail. His slit iris are blown wide. His fluffy hair sticks down on his forehead as he fucks into you unbelievable power.

"So fucking beautiful. You gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl? You are, aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes, please, Woo! Don't stop, don't- fuck! I wan- I want to cum!"

"Hey, look at me," he orders, hand slipping between your legs and onto your neglected clit. You cry out, slamming your hand down on the dock as he circles it. "Fucking look at me when I'm making you cum."

You force yourself to keep your eyes open and trained on his reflection over your own. You let go, gushing around his cock and whining as you see his face twist up in pleasure as he cums in response to your leaking cunt around him.

You don't take your eyes off one another until both of you are fucked out beyond belief and he slip out of you, tugging up his pants and covering you up before pulling you ontop of him as he lays flat.

"Fuck," you murmur. "Holy fuck." "Was I too rough?" He whispers as he pushes away your sweaty hair.

"No, no. Was so good."

"Good." He laughs a bit, stroking his hand up and down your spine. " 'Cause I could go again."

Valentine !

February Filth Fest : Day Fourteen

ATEEZ x gn reader

a/n: yeosangs fic will be posted sometime later today, i have to do a final once over and then it's done ! i'm so excited, i love the og so much and writing for characters i've already established was so much fun . happy valentines and enjoy <3

Ateez and valentines with their s/o<3

✫彡wordcount: about 130 for each member

(>ᴗ•)▼・ᴥ・▼ genre: smut; headcanons, drabbles

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: okay wow - we've got : established relationships, pet names, overstim, dom&sub dynamics, dumbification, edging, n¡pple play, hair pulling, wall s3x, size kink, multiple L bombs, mentions cream pie-ing, hickeys, bl0w jobs, bondage, degradation, name calling(lightly&affectionately), praise, sensory deprivation(blindfold), handj0b, one(1) use of sir, use of a toy, no actual sex in san or mingis, organized eldest to youngest member . DAMB

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

Seonghwa

whether he's usually soft or harsh in bed in your relationship, he's soft asf on valentines

he orders you both something nice to eat and watches a movie or two that you pick out

when you get to the bedroom, it's all about you

buuuut he also has a very strong overstim kink

so he also uses valentine as an excuse to make you cum as much as humanly possible

soft menace

"Sweet thing," he hums against your hip, lips swollen from just making you cum for a third time with only his mouth and his hands. "You're making such a mess." He scoops up a mixture of slobber and cum from the soiled sheets and rubs it on your trembling thighs to emphasize his point.

"Hwa, please..."

"Can't you do one more? Want to make you feel so good. Want you to go dumb for me." He trails his fingertips down to your most sensitive part and smiles into your skin as you whine, hips bucking both into and away from his touch- unsure of what to do. "You want to cum for me again?"

Hongjoong

he wants to sub on valentines, so you do just that after a long night of just basking in each other company

bratty sub, i truly believe

but on valentines, he tries to be good for you

maybe it works out, maybe it doesn't work out

"Need more!" He cries, grabbing your shoulders as you fuck him however you like.

"More?" "Ye- more, please, Babe."

So you give him more. You kiss his nipple and smirk as he arches into you, trying to hold your head closer to him with his fingers gripping your scalp tightly. He almost cums on the spot when you bite down gently.

But you pull away just as quick as you started and tell him, "brats don't get more. Brats get what I give them." He whines and whines, argues and argues as he tries to match your thrust, proving your point that he's a brat no matter how much he wants to be good.

"My stupid brat."

Yunho

love is in the air

and so are you LMAO

he's probably so happy to spend valentine's day with you - as soon as you walk in the door from your date :

you are up against the wall and pissing off your neighbors

"Yu- fuck!" You barely have your nice date night outfit off when he lifts you off your feet and is plowing you against the wall. He puts one hand behind your head to protect it as his thrusts throw you around.

"Love you so much." He groans into your neck. He's out of his own body, going insane from the way he's got you pinned up for him with just his own body. "Going to fuck you full."

And all you can do is moan, holding onto him as he fucks you to oblivion. He leaves love bites on every inch of skin he can reach, just to show the world that you're his.

Yeosang

it's not very different from other nights in his opinion

but you seem to like the idea of the holiday so he gets you a thoughtful gift and lets you decide what you do

and let me tell you, this man hates giving up dominance

so when you say you want to tie him up, he can only roll his eyes and suck it up to make you happy

but he's still domming, even while tied up like a pretty little gift all for your taking

"Oh, c'mon. My slut can do better than that." His words stir you on, slobbering on his dick like there will be no tomorrow. And there might not be after you tied him up to the bed and tried to take the role of dominance. "Ah, that's it."

He leans his head back, grabbing at the taut,silky ropes that keep him from taking over. "There's my whore. All desperate to please... so good for me." Even though you're supposed to be the one in charge, you find yourself slipping, pulling off him with a lewd pop to ask him if you can have his dick.

When you go to untie him, he stop you and tells you, "if you want my cock, just take it. You're in charge, right? Or are you already giving up?"

San

this man is such a sweetie but he's a FERAL one

y'all are all over each other all day: sunrise to sunset

not even just to have sex

y'all are attached at the hip doing everythinnng on valentines

he even follows you into the shower with the excuse of 'missing you' even when you just ate breakfast together

he just can't get enough of you :(

"Scoot, I need the face wash." He moves around you in the large shower, kissing your shoulder as you pass. His back is under the water as you scrub your face. He leans his head against your wet back and leaves kiss after kiss, hands wrapping around your torso and up to your chest.

"Sannie," you groan through closed lips, laughing as he lifts you up and turns the both of you around to put your soapy face under the water.

"I love you," he mumbles against your back.

"I love you, but you need to wash up. Get off me, you leech!" Your laughter fills the steamy room and it's the start to a beautiful day.

Mingi

another who's willing to do something new to make you happy

you've brought it up a few times and what a better time to do it than valentines

it's so worth it to see your face light up in the car on the way to his place when he mentions it

and he finds himself liking it, too

"Love?" He calls into the silent room, he can almost your aura floating around him as he tries to figure out where you are. He jumps as your hand trails up his toned stomach, surprised by your touch.

He's tied up with his hands above his head and holding onto the pole of the headboard. A black blindfold pulled over his eyes and making your unknown touches all the more intimate. "Please stop teasing me, touch me. Touch me, I need it!"

"Guess where I'm going to touch." You say with mischief lacing your vocie.

"I don't like this game, just fuck me!"

Wooyoung

baby boy <3

literally goes all out for valentines, he even asked you if you would be his valentine even though you're already dating

and this man has the libido of a god so when you say you want to fuck him all night -

he can and will comply

In between rounds, giving your sore self a break, it's loud and clear that he is still unsatisfied. Once he gets going, he gets going. He's already came inside of you twice and his cock is still hard, twitching in the air as you lay side by side.

"You want help, Woo?" "It's okay, you take a break. I can wait- oh my fuck."

He moans loudly as you reach your hand down and wrap it around him. Your legs draped over his, one arm draped over his chest, holding him close as you fuck him on your hand.

He gets thrown over the edge quickly, and it's apparent that (because he's still hard under your touch) it will be a long night.

Jongho

he's so thoughtful when it comes to you

this specific valentine falls a few days before he's set to go overseas and he's got you a special gift along with the others he showered you with

one that will keep you company in his wake

and he shows you how to use it, too ! so thoughtful lmaoo

He's settled behind you, one arm wrapped around your stomach and the other resting on your thigh as he fucks the special made toy into you under the ruse that he's just showing you how to use it right.

But really, it's so he can feel your head lean back on his chest and hear your moans so close to his ears. He revels in all of it, soaking it in before he has to leave you.

"Doesn't it feel so good?" "Yes, sir. So good!"

One of your hands leaves it's perch on his knees beside you and wraps around him like a snake, hand grabbing at the end of his hair to ground yourself as he fucks it into the most sensitive spot inside of you. "Make me cum, make me cum!"

Should I?

February Filth Fest : Day Fifteen

Song Mingi x fem reader x Jeong Yunho

a/n: good god i love this one

"Our Princess is needy isn't she?"

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut w/o plot, p0rn star au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, size kink, poly relationship, no build up, live streaming, dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, unprotected( :( ), dacryphilia, slight nipple play, one slap, pet names(princess, baby / min, minie, baby / daddy)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Why'd you stop, Baby?" Yunho asks from the sidelines as Mingi slows his thrusts. He can't answer, head falling into your shoulder as he breaths heavily. "Princess?" He asks you instead.

"He's dumb, Daddy. He's gonna cum, can feel it." He stands up, stepping over the wire connected to your laptop and climbing up onto the bed behind Mingi.

The camera is situated to make sure all of your faces are cut off, something all of you had agreed on immediately. But all of the 800 viewers can see you caged under Mingis slumped figure, almost hidden completely as he holds onto you with his big arms. All 817 can see Yunho's big hands sliding up your legs.

A quiet ping rings out, and Yunho looks over to the monitor with his head on Mingis back. "They want to see you fuck her, Minie. Think you can handle that? Or you too close, Baby?"

"Too close, Daddy." He whines into your neck, grabbing your wrist and pinning them down after you decide to tease his nipple. You giggle, and push it by rolling your hips. "F-fuck!"

"Don't be a tease, Princess." Yunhos words make you settle, arm wrapping around the large expanse of Mignis back and rubbing gently in an apology.

"Sorry, Minie. Jus' want to be fucked."

A ping follows immediately, then another. And Yunho laughs lowly. "Yeah, our Princess is needy isn't she?"You whine as Mingis hips leave yours, groaning at the emptiness of your cunt.

"Don't worry," Mingi whispers as he lays down beside you and cuddles up: hard cock pressed against you hip. "Daddy's gonna fuck you good. He's so good to us." He isn't even playing it up for the camera. Yunho is so good to the both of you. His babies.

"You need me to stretch you out more, Princes-" "No, wan' your cock."

He slaps your thigh lightly and it makes you yelp, drowning out the pinging of the computer. "What, Baby?"

"He wants you to say please," Mingi says matter-of-factly, letting his hand settle on your breast and engulfing it completely. You roll your eyes at him and place your hand over his as he begins to knead your flesh and distract you as Yunho spreads your legs further to make room for himself.

"Please, Daddy? I r- I need- ugh! Min, stop!" You grab at his broad shoulder and dig your fingers in as he latches his mouth on your nipple, making sure to keep his face away from the cameras view.

"Come on, Princess. I know you can ask nice... be a good girl."

"Please, fuck me! I need it! Need your cock, please, please!" Mingi sees the tears trickling down your cheek as you beg and, knowing the pain of wanting Yunhos cock so badly you cry, he cups a hand over your cheek and moans into your tit to comfort you.

"I don't know..." Yunhos words make you cry out, grabbing for him.

"Please, Daddy, you know I've been good. We've both been good! Plea-"

"Should I fuck her?" He turns his body to the camera to let everyone know he's talking to them. Both you and Mingi sit up quickly when Yunho curls his fingers in a 'come hither' motion. Mingi steadies you with his hands on your hips as he pushes you infront of him.

"Should I?" He asks again, hand resting on your knee as you kneel on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flick through the fast moving chat, whining as you see the majority of them say for 'Daddy' to keep making 'Min' try and fuck you.

"No, please... wan- please, want Daddy to fuck us." Multiple donations come in and one of them reads 'daddy should fuck her'. Mingi catches you as you nearly fall over to get at the computer and read more. He pulls you back with his hands placed over your chest, and everything picks up pace on the screen.

"Thank you, thank you! You saw that? They said fuck me, so fuck me, Daddy, c'mon!" You yell excitedly, hands grabbing at Mingis hand in happiness and wrapping around one of his fingers. Mingi laughs into the back of your head, and Yunho leans back in laughter at your excitement.

When he fixes his posture, he sees a comment that breaks his brain.'Princess is so tiny! Look at her hands!!' His neck almost snaps at how fast he turns and looks at the two of you.

Mingis large hands are still fixed over your breast, pulling your back to his chest. Your hands look tiny in comparison, especially as you hold onto each of his index fingers: grounding yourself in your excitement.

"Fuck," he whispers as it fully sinks in. He lifts you up slowly and turns your around to face him as you sit in his lap. He takes you in a hot, rough kiss as he sinks you down on his cock.

Mingi comes up behind Yunho, holding your hands as they drape over his shoulders. "Does he feel good? He feels so good?" He wants it just as badly as you do, but he knows to wait his turn- especially when the camera is on."Princess, is it good, tell me, come on," he draws out, wrapping his arms over both you and Yunho, holding your back and digging in with his nails.

"You know it does, Minie... You k... Oh, Daddy!" You scream as he bucks up into you fast, hard. "Daddy, God!"

Mingi smiles as you grab his hands,pulling them back up and weaving your fingers together over Yunhos shoulders. "Fuck, Min, you- ah! You should feel this, so good! Daddy's so good!" 'Daddy' smiles into your chest, bouncing your hips on his big cock as you tell your boyfriend how good he's fucking you.

Pings come one after another with donations, almsot completely drowned out by your loud moans and the slapping of skin. "Min," he groans.

"Yes, Daddy," he answers as he lets one of your hands loose and runs it down his back.

"Read them to me." He does this often, making one or the both of you read them out loud as he's occupied.

"Wants to know if Dadd... if Daddy's huge cock stretch's you out..." the same realization that Yunho had is now dawning on him.

"Yes," you whimper a short response, unoccupied hand wrapping up in the top of Yunhos hair.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Wants to know if Princess' little cunt can take your cum."

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!" You both yell out.

"Fuck!" The both of you scream out.

So good

February Filth Fest : Day Sixteen

Jung Wooyoung x gn reader

a/n: this one's short , sorry :(

"You like it, don't you?"

✫彡wordcount: 400

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, sadism/masochism, cock warming, slapping, dacryphilia, nipple play, sub-masochist woo, traffic light system, pet names(baby, woo & baby, honey), name calling, protected (WOOOOOO!)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Plea-" his voice is cut of by a slap to his cheek. "Please!" And another. "Honey, c'mon-" He learns his lesson when the next one comes down on his stinging cheek: no doubt red in the shape of your hand.

"You came," you sneer, keeping your hole completely still around his cock. "And now you can't take your punishment? I thought you were better than that, Woo." You fake a pout, running the back of your finger across his angry skin and making him hiss.

"I'm sorry- Fuck!" The next slap comes from the other direction, catching him off guard.

"I didn't ask for your sorries, I asked for you to stay still." Tears build up in his eyes, and you bite your lip, faultering, "green, Baby?"

"Yes, green." You slide your hands down from his shoulders and settle over his nipples gently. Then an idea hits you.

You pinch his pebbled flesh between your finger tips, he yells out, grabbing onto any part of you he can to stop himself from fucking into you.

"Awe, I'm sorry did that hurt?" "Baby..." "Does this hurt?" You twist them just hard enough to make a tear fall down his cheek. "Does it?"

"Yes, it hurts!"

"You like it don't you?"

"Yes, fuck, I love it!" His wild hands go everywhere, grab onto anything until you gather them up and hold them above his head.

"What are you, a pain slut?"He whines, head thrown back as you swivel your hips. "Yeah, I thought so. My Wooyoung is a little pain slut." You coo admiringly, bouncing on his cock and reveling in the way it feels so so hot even through the condom.

"If you say it for me," you lean forward, tugging on his nipples as you lick his neck, "maybe you can cum again."

"I am!" He admits with no more hesitation, "pai- I'm a whore for it! I love it, hurts so good!"

"Hurts so good?"

"Yes," he whimpers.

"So good you could cum?"

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After hours

February Filth Fest : Day Seventeen

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: okay so we alllllll know mommy seonghwa but today?? today i offer you mommy san 🙈 y'all have bare with me on this one because ever since i saw this photo the mommy san brain rot has been beyond real. — lowkey thinking of expanding this one to a short story

"Do you think you can cum quick for Mommy?"

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, crime au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, mommy&praise, established relationship, clothed, unprotected( c'mon, don't do that), getting 'caught', pet names(baby,angel & mommy, sannie)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

San made it very clear that when the door to his office was shut, that business hours were over. Any thing and any one could wait. Any updates could be sent in an email for all he cared. But no one was to even touch the door to his soundproof office- and there was one simple reason.

You.

He knew you didn't like the violence of his world, so he shut it all out when you brought him dinner and sat with him for a few hours. He knew you hated the fact you even lived in a place where such illegal activities went down, so he separated you as much as he could.

Admittedly, he loved the time he spent with you in his office. Forgetting the world outside of the safe walls of his work space. Focusing on his wife,hearing all about her and her day.

So after business hours were over, he shut down that part of his life unless unbelievably important.

When either of you had a rough day, the door stayed shut tight for longer. And today was one of those. You sat on his lap as he ate instead of your chair next to him, letting him eat in peace before you jumped his bones.

That was half an hour ago, and neither of you are even close to done with each other yet.

"Sannie! Fuck!" You moan as he fucks you into the couch. Both of you laying across its length, and his big arms wrapping around your legs as they rest up on one of his shoulders together.

"Doing so good, Baby. Take my cock so well."

"Th-fuck! Fuck! Thank you, Mommy!" How this kink started? Neither of you knew. What you did know is that it makes him pound into you all the harder and the words that fall past your lips make your pussy gush, "love your cock, Mommy!"

"Love it?"

"Yeah, love it so much! You fuck me so good, Sannie. So good, so good, love it, can't get enough, Mommy." You grab onto his fancy clothing as you ramble on and on, tugging at his top, eyes screwing shut as you try to hold back your orgasm.

"Let me see those pretty eyes," he lifts your head gently, a rough contrast to how he hammers into you. "So fucking beautiful." He moans as you pull your eyes away from his chest: awash form the way his muscles peek out from his jacket. "So beautiful, even when I'm fucking you dumb. How do you do it, Baby?" You can only whine in response as he squishes your cheeks together, "you've got me wrapped around your little finger, Angel. I fucking love you."

"I love you, San... Love you so much." You grab onto his top tighter as he pulls away, leaving you empty and begging. "Mommy, please! Why'd you stop, come back, come back." You follow his face, just inches away as he backs up and slides down the couch.

You all but fall off to chase him and cage him under you as he lays on his back. He pulls your flowing skirt back up as it falls, folding it up over your naked back. Your panties and shirt have long been abandoned on his desk, and your bra is crooked from how he continuously pulls it down to get at your breasts.

"Can I ride it, Mommy?"

"Yes, Angel. Fuckin' ride it."

You slid down onto him, falling into his hold as his girth fills you up."You feel so good, Baby." Your walls twitch around him as he speaks. He's known since the first time, praise makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. And he doesn't mind giving it to you. You fuck him so well, he loves you so much- he would sing your praises to the entire world.

"You take Mommy's cock so good... you were made for this, huh?"

"Yeah," you whine quickly, holding onto his shoulders as you push yourself up and begins bouncing on his cock. "Made for your cock, Sannie. Fills me up so good," you could almost cry: how good his bare cock feels rubbing against your walls.

He smiles as he lays completely flat on the shiny floor, looking up at you with all the love possible in his cold,cold world. "G- damn! You're gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that."

"Can't help it! You're so pretty, Mommy." The makeup he applied that morning is starting to fade with sweat, eyeliner smudged around his eyes and concealer faded into nothingness. He looks so blissed out, so content with you riding him like there's no such thing as tomorrow.

Your wet cunt is starting to fill the room with lewd, squelching noises as you fuck yourself over him. Your movements slow as you unbutton the first few clasps on his shirt. Just enough to give you access to his pecs. Your thrust return full force when your lips meet his skin, making his moan out.

"Oh, Baby, that's it. Just like that," he whispers, one hand resting on the back of your head and the other holding onto your hip for dear life. "So good for me, so good!"

Both of you still completely when a knock comes at the door. You simply roll your eyes and go to move off of him, knowing it must be important for someone to risk their head to come here after hours. He pulls you back down and slams himself back into you, "stay there."

He pulls your skirt down past your ass as reaches over to grab one of your discarded shoes. He chucks it at the door, and after a few seconds- it opens slowly.

"Make it quick, Jeeves."

The poor man, bless his soul, doesn't know what to do. Staring at his boss as he has his wife barely decent, clearly in the middle of an inmate moment.

San places one of your ears on his shoulder and covers the other to muffle his vocie a bit as he screams, "I said quickly, dimwit! What is it?"

He clears his throat and straightens his posture, turning his face away as he speaks nervously. "Sir, yes, the- uhem- the shipment of-"

"If you say some dumb shit, I swear to God-" He sneers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek to calm his own nerves.

"The shipment was picked up, Boss... But it seems to have been intercepted on the way to the warehouse. Mr. Par-"

"Get out."

"Sir?"

San picks up your other shoe from beside you, throwing it at the man: who has to duck just to avoid it. "Beat it, Jeeves! I'm trying to fuck my wife!"

"Oh, uhm, yes, Sir. But what should I tel-"

"If I open my eyes, and you're still there, you'd better pray you don't get any blood on her favorite skirt. Then, I'll be even more mad."

The door clicks shut in a second flat and San opens his eyes, smiling gently up at you.

" 'M sorry, Baby."

"It's okay, Sannie." You kiss him softly and again, go to move away when you're stopped.

"Do you think you can cum quick for Mommy?"

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