fogged up ! . +18
“i just need you to tell me what to do” you mumble, tears streaking down your face. it all comes down in a second, mingi staring down at your pink cheeks and trembling lips against the pad of his thumb when he gives another stroke on the skin.
you shiver, letting out another sob.
mingi tangles his fingers into your scalp, bringing your head back to see your throat bobbing up and down in cries. “and will you do as i say, pretty?”
you nod.
he caves in.
your whole body throbbing for him, chest heaving fast in the same rhythm as he takes the oxygen in his lungs hands cradling your face to pull you closer to his awaiting lips. he devours you, you can hear, feel his words mumbling into your mouth, such words as “you have no fucking idea what you do to me y/n” followed by a muffled grunt when mingi takes your hand and rut his prominent hard on to prove his point.
“feel this?” you moan into his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing together momentarily like he’s focusing on the noise you let out each time he touches you. “this is all yours baby.” he mumbles against your lips, his hand disappearing under your sundress without you even noticing.
“and this is mine, right?” the question sounds so rhetorical that you don’t even answer. “of course it is. you always craved for something more,” he pauses, his fingers caressing the outline of your soaked lips welcoming him in.
“- and i was always here.”
heat pools in your stomach. you have to clutch his shirt in your hands to not trip over him as he pushes one finger in your soaping cunt, the noise waking you into another fantasy as mingi tests the waters.
“you want me to tell you what to do?”he breathes into the shell of your ear, forehead touching yours as you cling into him. he mercilessly moves his fingers - now not one but two - inside you like there’s no tomorrow, making it impossible for you to answer him properly. once again you nod, the words stuck in your head no matter how much you fight.
you don’t pick your head up. you cry in the crook of his neck as overstimulation and the feeling of being edged takes you into another ecstasy.
“i want you to sink to your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock how you always wanted.”
it’s feels like air got knocked out of you.
“your dumb boyfriend never talked to you like this before.” it’s not a question. he knows. he’s always been here. been where you talked to your friends privately about your sexual differences with your boyfriend, and how badly you wanted to have mingi just once. it’s like he always knew.
“b-but how….-“
he smiles. his fingers stopped moving and you just now notice when his fingers finds familiarity against the softness of your bottom lip.
“open.”
almost immediately you obey, letting his arousal covered finger coat the muscle in your mouth. he groans when you suck on it instinctively, slightly hollowing your cheeks in the process.
“unfortunately we don’t have time for all this here baby.”
and just like that, the rest of the night was all just a blur. you wish you could remember how you ended up in mingi's car, his seat tilted all the way back as he roams his veiny hands all over your waist from the back. it was so risky sneaking out from the fuction with your other friends and not mentioning your boyfriend still being inside the hangout place. it as out of hand honestly, how easy and pathetic you were being the second mingi stepped in the room with your shared friends.
"do you want your boyfriend to watch you? being all helpless and get fucked by someone else, huh?” mingi’s whispering is almost like he spits the words from his mouth while his fingers knead your flesh on your waist, dragging your clothed heat all over his hardened crotch. you moan and almost drool at his tone, you can practically feel his bulge bumping against your lips, taking one of your hand to bring it just where you need it the most.
he grunts lowly, bringing you down all the way so you wouldn’t move around so freely. “i’m gonna fuck you just how you want it. but you have to talk to me, pretty.”
ever so slowly he grinds up into your awaiting heat, moaning at the feeling of your being so ready to take him as whole. the eagerness in your body and your voice turning pitch high as you stutter words out due to the overwhelmness, a shiver running through your body as you feel him more intensely from time to time.
“you can do that f’me, right?” his delicate finger swipes the hair out of your face, tilting it by your jaw to look in his eyes. “be good and keep your hands on the dashboard.”
mingi says warningly, his warm breath hitting your skin all while his other hand snakes to your front, and with just one hand he scrunches up your dress and yanks the panty material down enough so he can position you over his crotch once again. steadily, you try to glue your hands on the dashboard just how he asked you, but the minute you pick your head up, you see a few figures already leaving the building just where you two came from a few minutes ago. “m-mingi i don’t think it’s a-“
“looks like we’ve got an audience baby,” he chuckles lowly, his finger swiftly pulling your panties to the side as his pulsing cock settles between your wet folds and moans at the feeling. “fucking hell.” he mutters lowly mostly to himself, your cries and whines about getting caught no longer worrying him.
“come on, don’t be shy now. this is what you wanted, right?” he pulls you by your hair softly when you couldn’t stop crying, your entrance throbbing against his red and wet tip as he grunts into your ear. “you’re gonna take it while your boyfriend is searching for you, not knowing a single thing about that you are crying over my cock.”
and with his last word he pushes his wide tip right into your awaiting soaping cunt, immediately welcoming him just like you were fit for his length. it fill you up so quickly and perfectly your body squirms against mingi’s touch as he holds you down in his embrace. both of his hands cradled around your figure, one of his hands around your waist, disappearing between your legs as he tries to ease the sudden pain from his length on your clit, the other still tangled in your scalp as he keeps his eyes glued on the moving figures right in-front of the building a few meters away from his car.
“move your hips baby, ride me.” he whispers once again, feeling your liquids pooling around his eracted member when you try and move. the feeling of him being finally inside you almost sends you spiraling, his cock hitting the perfect spots as he tries not to, but eventually ruts into you from the back all while you drag yourself up and down on him. his finger works wonders on your already puffed clit, his other hands massaging your sore flesh on your ass.
the noises coming from mingi it simply something you never even dared to dream about, but now hearing him almost whimpering your name out between thrusts sends another wave of pleasure in your tummy.
"f-fuck, mingi, you're so big!" you pant between sobs, the air getting stuck in your throat the more you move on his length. he rubs your soaping nerve in tight circles, fast and then slow, leaving small almost breath-like kisses along your spine through your shirt. he mumbles into your clothes, his hips never seeming to stop meeting yours in desperate thrusts.
the shadows covering his car in the parking lot almost completely hides the two of you out from the other's perspective, and when you could finally let your climax reach you there's a sudden buzzing coming from the drivers seat.
"look who do have here," mingi mocks, a disgustingly confident smirk paints his face when you turn your head in his way only to see him having your buzzing phone in his palm, the name of your boyfriend flashing on the screen in dizzying white. your whole body freezes, and the chuckle mingi lets out simply has you crying more. "somebody's looking for you, pretty." he presses a kiss on your nape, rolling his hips into you in a mean thrust.
"pick it up." his voice is laced with such allure, that you can't deny him. the pad of your thumb slides across the accept line and you hear a small curse coming from mingi.
"y/n? are you there?" your boyfriend speaks after a beat passes and you feel mingi start to move again inside you in an infurating pace.
"ngghn...- y-yes, i'm here!" you whimper out, mingi's finger circling your clit in deeper strokes, your body quivering in his hold.
he slides his hand around your throat, the pulsating veins under his palm making his cock jump in anticipation, dragging you down by your neck all while you try and keep your whines down. "where the hell are you? I've been searching for you for hours now!" the prick of your boyfriend shouts in the phone as your hand shakes from trying to keep the microphone as far away as possible.
"mhmm....please, mingi I-" you mumble under your breath as much as you can, his palm slowly cutting the air flowing in your throat. "tell him whose cock is fucking you right now. tell him,baby."
you almost cry out from his deep strokes reaching your cervix from behind, his hand softening his hold on your skin as a sign to talk to your boyfriend. you wish you could throw your phone out the window, but not when mingi is fucking you so well, your climax dangerously building up once again. "tell him."
mingi feels your walls tigthen around his cock as he picks up the pace and massages your clit with his and your precum, his eyes practically glued to your bodies connecting right where he wants them to. you meakly take a shaky breath to cover another sob (or rather a pathetic whimper) coming out as you keep your eyes on your boyfriend's figure in the distance.
as mingi keeps rutting into you from behind and you desperately meet him in halfway you almost drop the phone from your hold, squeezing your fist until your knuckles turn white.
"she's a little busy right now."
mingi takes the phone from your hands and swiftly opens it, all while wearing a shit eating grin as he takes a photo of what he sees.
"do you mind calling her back a little later?"
a/n: happiest (late) birthday for my one and only ult!!! i quite literally tried to finish this by yesterday but obviously i didn’t have any motivation to do it AND WHEN I HAD my whole tumblr collapsed and i feel like this is poo. whatever. i need mingi nevertheless.
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
@ astrasng 2026
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SUNBURNT II HWANG HYUNJIN
sypnosis: pathetic hyunjin is craving for some attention to cool him off, are you willing to help him out in a summer hot day like this?
+18 MDNI, helpless hyunjin, dry humping, sensory play, dirty talk lol it is so hot wc: 1.7k
as always, enjoy ! ♡
You wish you could name a more pleasurable and beautiful scenery then Hyunjin sprawled out under you on the comfort of the vacation bed, whimpering and tossing around in agony from his painful sunburn he had gotten from the sun for being out all day without SPF.
But you really can’t, because when you look down at his red, sweaty and sticky skin you can’t think about anything else other than his whines and guttural moans into the pillow as he tries his best not to let his body touch the sheets too much. The bridge of his nose is glowing in a pinkish-redish color, his long hair pushes away from his face as beads of sweat roll down his temple while his eyes are closed shut. You’d just gotten back from the shopping spree you had with your vacationing friends, finding your boyfriend lying dead in your shared bed like he had been murdered. The shirt of his is long forgotten, somewhere laying behind you around the dresser, his swimming trunks loosely hanging on his hips like he didn’t have any more power left to take them off.
The Walk Of Shame — Bangchan
summary — An embarrassing trip to the ER leaves you sitting under harsh fluorescent lights with a very specific, deep ache. While you try to stay composed under the doctor's questioning, Chan stands by, utterly smug and thoroughly proud of the literal medical proof of how well he fucked you.
Pairing — Bangchan x reader
genre — aftermath of smut, established relationship, teasing/praise, humor
cw/tags — referenced rough/deep intimacy, mild medical settings, cervix bruising (mentioned/diagnosed), strong language, smug!chan, praise, suggestive themes, no explicit acts shown, bdsm behavior.
word count - ~650 words
a/n — this is my first time posting a fic like EVER please tell me what do you guys think of it!!
Two Days Ago || Pre- Hospital Scene (the smutt)
The ER waiting room hums with sterile light and low-grade misery. Fluorescent tubes bleach the color from everything. You’re sitting in one of those awful plastic chairs, legs crossed tightly, trying to look like you have a normal, respectable ache. A UTI, maybe. Anything but the truth.
He’s beside you. He hasn’t stopped smiling for two hours. Not a big grin, but a small, persistent, utterly smug curve of his lips. His arm is draped over the back of your chair, his thumb stroking idle circles on your shoulder.
Every time you shift, trying to find a position that doesn’t send a fresh, deep twinge through your lower abdomen, his smile widens just a fraction.
A nurse calls your name. You stand up, wincing at the movement.
“Easy there, tiger,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. The heat in it is immediate and embarrassing. He stands with you, a hand hovering at the small of your back as you walk to the triage door.
In the exam room, under the harsh clinical light, it feels even more absurd. The young doctor, efficient and bored, asks about your symptoms.
“Uh… deep, aching pain. Low. Central.” You gesture vaguely.
“Any unusual discharge? Fever?”
“No. Just… sore. Really, really sore.”
The doctor nods, typing. “When did it start?”
You clear your throat. “About… yesterday morning?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him lean against the wall, arms crossed. He’s looking at the floor, but his shoulders are shaking with silent laughter.
The doctor orders an ultrasound. The cold gel, the impersonal press of the wand, the black-and-white screen showing nothing ruptured, nothing torn, just… a healthy, but very angry-looking uterus.
Later, the doctor returns with the verdict. “Well, everything looks structurally fine. No signs of infection or ectopic pregnancy. But there’s some significant inflammation and what looks like a minor contusion… on your cervix.”
The words hang in the air. Contusion on your cervix.
You stare straight ahead, your face flaming.
The doctor, bless her, keeps a perfectly professional tone. “It can happen from… particularly vigorous intercourse or deep penetration. It should heal on its own in a few days. I’ll prescribe a mild anti-inflammatory. Take it easy. Maybe… use a pillow for elevation next time.”
Next time.
You mutter a thanks, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
“A contusion,” he repeats, his voice thick with pride and amusement. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “I bruised your fucking cervix, baby. I marked you so deep the doctors can see it.”
You swat at his chest, but there’s no force behind it. “It’s not funny! It hurts!”
“I know it does,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. His laughter softens into a predatory warmth. He nuzzles your neck. “And I’d say I’m sorry, but we both know I’m not. Remember the way you were screaming? The way you clawed my back raw? You wanted it that deep. You begged for it.”
He’s right. And the memory, mixed with the throbbing ache, sends a treacherous pulse of heat between your legs. The worst part is, he sees it. He sees the flush, the quickening of your breath.
His hand slides down, over your hip, his fingers pressing gently into the sore spot low on your belly. You gasp.
“Hurts here, doesn’t it?” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. “Every little throb is just a reminder of how good I fucked you. Of how hard you came on my cock.” He leans in, his next words a hot promise against your lips. “And the second this little bruise heals up… I’m gonna do it again.”
He helps you off the table, his arm a solid support around your waist as you walk out, prescription in hand. In the parking lot, under the yellow streetlights, he opens the car door for you.
As you sink gingerly into the passenger seat, he bends down, framing your face with his hands, and kisses you—deep, slow, and thoroughly proprietary.
“Best fuck in a hot minute?” he says, pulling back just enough to speak. “Baby, that was the best fuck ever. And we’ve got the medical bill to prove it.”
The drive home is quiet, filled with his satisfied silence and your aching, proud, thoroughly claimed body. The bruise is a secret, exquisite trophy. And his teasing is the ribbon on top.
A/n : I have no idea if layout looks good this is my first time, also lmk if you guys wanna see the scene that got us in the hospital 🫣🫣🫣
kkay so i actually need that
your night going from “i need it baby, so bad.” with yeonjun to “that’s right, just take it.”
is simply diabolical.
it all started with your day being a terribly long day, and to top it all up there was a fucking heatwave. clothes sticking to your own skin, almost melting off of you with vigor when you walk on the streets to finally get home.
what you were not prepared for,is that your bf! yeonjun is a needy bastard on a hot day like this. he whines, huffs and puffs all on his off day, that one time when he promised himself he wouldn’t work and turn his mind off. but instead, he started to wander. he began thinking about, well, obviously you, his gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend. and the things he would do to you.
it wasn’t just daydreaming, he realized when he body started to stiffen and mind started to fog with increasing need for you. he himself wasn’t prepared for the amount of neediness he would suddenly feel when he thought of you riding him last night for hours until he was the one who needed to tell you to stop. it wasn’t just a simply horny thought, it was like his whole body woke up from the laziness he felt all day. so when he hears the keys jiggle in the door he almost jumps up from his bed like he’s guilty. he even thinks about being stone cold guilty when he has you pushed up against the bedroom door, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder while he absolutely devours you soaking pussy with need.
the spit practically drools from around his mouth, licking and sucking on your clit with vigor until he hears you crying form overstimulation. his body is on fire, or maybe it’s the weather, but the way you quiver and thrash in his hold simply could make him cum in his pants.
“i can’t even begin to tell you how much i needed your taste today baby.”
“-junnie….fuck,”
he moans against your juices, his fingers doing magic as they plunge in and out of your soaping hole while you grab onto his hair for dear life. your head is thrown back against the white door, the sounds of you echoing in the room as you plead for more pleasure from your boyfriend.
he hisses when you pull his head back by the hair, his face glistening with your nectar mixing with his spit as he peers up at you, puffy lips and tongue shining in the sheer light your cozy lamp illuminates from the corner. “yes,darling?” a smug smirk appears in the corner of his mouth, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows your faint taste on his buds. “tell me what you want,” he pushes, now slowly inching closer to your face to make you blush even more.
and the next time you try to think about stopping him, is when he has you laid on your back, pressed against the mattress hard while your pretty legs are once again thrown over his shoulders. he’s mercilessly pushing his tip in and out of your whole, teasing the rim of muscle as it’s simply spasms around his pink tip. you whine and almost let out a scream at the frustration he’s giving you, “you want nothing more than my cock, isn’t that right?” he caresses your face softly, his words and actions two entirely different things.
“then prove it.”
after that, he’s a madman. like he has been switched out and you longer see that needy, whiny boyfriend of desperately eating you out like you’d disappear any second.
a/n: sigh….my dear friend wished her death upon her, so here we go @arunainluv hope u enjoy.
feel good || praise w/ xikers
❕ warning : mentions of smut, different kinks but nothing vulglar or heavy. if you are uncomfortable please leave. OT10 xikers!
• • k. minjae
"thats my girl - it's a shame you got all dolled up just for me to make a mess of you" minjae grunts into your ear, his hand gripping your body close to his. there's already tears decorating your lash line, ready to be spilled over the feeling of minjaes cock splitting you open. his arms hold you, but you feel like you are on cloud nine, body and soul in two separate ways. your hair toussled,as well as his from your continous gripping, body flushed from minjaes filthy words muttered into your skin throughout the night.
• • p. junmin
"one more" junmin pants above you, his chest rising and falling in quick beats, his own climax dangerously closing on him as he feels you still tightly gripping him. he presses his forehead on your chest,whimpering a small - please as you grip his hair and make his hips move inside you again. you whine, thrashing around from the overstimulation - only to take one second - or two to have you groaning from the feeling of his veins brushing your spots and make junmin whisper "good girl, i knew you'd get wet all over again for me"
• • c. sumin
you don't even remember how, but somehow sumin got you pressed against the small, unstable dresser he has in his room, directly infront of his mirror you spent so much time admiring yourself. and him too. and now, your makeup all ruined and dress pushed all the way up to your waistline as he contineusly moans "you take me so well doll" into your skin, marking his way down your spine. you want to answer him, say something to him too, but the ecstasy drags you into a black whole and all you can mutter are please and more as he rams into your sctretching hole. - "its okay, you can take it, i know you can" sumin confidentally answers you, his voice somewhere deep inside his head lost in the sensations your body is giving.
• • h. jinsik
jinsik after practice is nearly your favorite thing about your day - same for him. it feels like there’s only pleasure for you, and nothing for him, at least that’s what you think, when he tries to refute you by pressing kisses all over your chest the second he gets home - letting out a satisfied hum when you straddle his hips. “use me baby, get what you need” he whispers, looking up at you with glossy eyes as he admires your dedication to reach your climax alone. “thats it, keep using me”
• • c. hyunwoo
“its just you and i baby, let it all out” it takes only a second to let your tears fall down your cheeks, sobs echoing in the shared bedroom as hyunwoo doesn’t seem to stop his way to pleasure you, and only you. his delicate hands caressing the overstimulated and heated skin on your stomach, circling the bulge appearing in your lower abdomen from time to time as he ruts into you. “look how perfectly we fit baby.” hyunwoo says with a proud, vile smirk, kissing your tears away almost immediately he hears your sob once again.
• • k. junghoon
“eyes on me” junghoon orders, voice soft but stern while his finger chases patterns on your cheek to make you look at him again. you have to bite down your tongue to prevent a moan from slipping out,seeing the look he gives you only making it more difficult. “that’s it,” he coos, his hips moving against you once again, pulsing inside you with need. “finish on me right now princess” another order, murmured against the valley of your breasts, soft but domestic kisses pressed against your skin as you once again come undone from his touch.
• • p. seeun
the stretch burns, your warm walls clamp around the unfamiliar but pleasant shape moving in and out of you as seeun unapologetically swipes away the precum oozing out of your soaping cunt. "that hurts a little, doesn’t it?” he praises, or you think he does but the minute the world leaves his mouth, there’s a hint of smugness behind his eyes, fingers never leaving your cheeks. he speeds up the pace, his pretty cock now plunging into you repeatedly and deeply as your body heat rises up with every move. “you are doing so well doll.”
• • j. yujun
your body quivers as you feel the cold counter touch your raw skin, your hips hitting the temperature within time to time as you hold on for dear life. yujun behind you on the other hand, is rutting into you like his life depends on it. like a wild,blood shot bunny in mating season.like he’s not fucking his best friends girlfriend behind his back. he groans into your neck when you uncontrollably clamp around him and whine at the size difference “you can take it y/n,” he mumbles, grabbing your neck from behind and tilting your head to the side to take a better look in the mirror. “just watch how good you look taking what’s not yours.”
• • p. hunter
hunter showers you with compliments all the time. reassures you when he sees there’s something stuck inside your head, thinking about unnecessary things he doesn’t even want you to think about. it all starts with a simple what’s inside your pretty head? and the next thing you know is you telling him you’re doubting yourself and your sexual life. so naturally, when he hears you talking about being bad at giving head, he’s already solving the problem before you could think one more. you are kneeling before him, hands following his hands as he guides you through exactly how he likes it. “good job baby,that’s what i wanted ~ ” he groans, patting your head slightly while domestically slipping his fingers into your silky hair.
• • l. yechan
the blush spreads faster on your face than any fever, yechan’s intense glare making you heat up even more when he repeats slowly once again. “did i tell you to stop, baby?” he caresses a finger on your neck all the way down to your collarbone , his eyes following the line until he finds your nervous gaze. “say it. with your own words.” his finger slowly slips into between your valley of breasts making your nipples harden from the cold air and touch. yechan wants you to plead for him, beg for getting what you’ve been waiting for all this time and now as you try, he’s not making it any easier.
@ astrasng 2026
⋮ do not copy, translate, steal, or modify without permission! ⋮
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
i got issues - but you got 'em too✶⋆.˚
“you’re so responsive…i’m barely even touching you.” ohyul breathes out like he can’t believe his own eyes. he sees the way your chest rises and your pulse beats under his grip whenever a slight motion touches your skin and your core. you just lay there, letting his hands map their way out on your body, his own, personal canvas. the minute you want to direct his hand towards your pulsing clit, he stops you, clicking his tongue and feeling a small smirk creeping up on his lips.
"ohyul...is it in yet?" you whine his name, your body squirming under his feather like touch, feeling his tip stretching you open in two. when he sees a small tear rolling down your cheek, he quietly takes one of your hand and guides it lower where your body meets his.
"oh baby, i'm so sorry." he breathes,his eyes evenly filled with pity.
your eyes widen, looking straight up at your boyfriend's smirk threatening you. you feel your hands wrapping around his thick, hardened cock yet to slide into you, far from all the way in. as reality hits you another tear rolls down as a reaction, immedietly clamping around his tip when he continues to push into you. "i promise i'll make it good for you." he mumbles,his lips coming down to kiss on your collarbones, hands gripping your sides as he slowly ruts into you like a bunny, moaning against your neck in ecstasy.
boynextdoor - calling you noona ୨ৎ
sypnosis: i wonder, in what way and situation your favorite member would call you noona for the first time? slight +18
this is a ticklish topic for me - also, this was meant to be only written for taesan (maybe will post the other draft for him) but wondered how the others would act and call you noona so here's todays meal >.< so let's all pretend we are older than them by a few years, and be big ole freaks
as always,
enjoy!♡
saved for later
pairing: bang chan x reader
genre: smut; established relationship
wc: 1.7k
warnings: unprotected sex; oral sex (m!receiving); slight dom!reader; dirty talk; ass smack (one mention); voyeurism
summary: you’ve been thinking about chan’s gym video ever since he posted it and when he gets home, you decide to make a video of your own
a/n: i haven’t been able to think about anything else since chan posted his gym video so i had to write this! i wrote this one quickly so it might not be my best work oops
so actually
mdni. requested.
wet and slurping sounds fill the room, “how pretty—.” jisung, fresh out of the shower, sports his jet-black hair wet with pearls of water that fall like rain on your face. cold tot the touch, your warm palms press on the fair skin of his stomach as he throws his head back in ecstasy and his lofty laughter reaches your ears. unable to look away for long, he watches in delight as you pushes his cock inch by inch into your tight mouth.
he hadn't realized how needy he is. his eyebrows meet and he grimaces. your cheeks are hot and full, and jisung almost wants to pinch them. “pretty, pretty girl.” between cooing sounds and sighs of joy, his eyes roll back when he feels your teeth graze his length. tightly, you suck his large girth the way he likes it, and your eyes close from the pleasurable sensation of fullness that envelops you.
he cradles your face when you deep-throat him and a strangled moan slips from his lips. you almost miss it when he makes you pull it out halfway with your tongue wrapped around the tip. your eyes meet when your palate explode with the sweet and sour taste of his precum. choking, you suck him lustfully with his pink and shiny cock twitching against your nose every time you run your tongue up and down.
your mouth instinctively opens to receive him again, pushing it all in to the base. his head lolls back due to the powerful sensation numbing his senses and your eyes close. “fuck, that's so good.” you hum in agreement, trembling from anticipation. he’s so close you can sense him pulsing against your tongue stroking his girth.
a moan makes his cock soak up the vibration of your throat, and he curses. “babygirl...” he calls out, his voice stripped of any playfulness, “don't talk with your mouth full.”
okay jisung i’m easy slow down
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖𝓝oise Complaint
best friend! Kim 𝓢eungmin x f!reader x campus crush! Bang 𝓒han 9,193 words
in 𝓦hich: you can do nothing but complain to your best friend seungmin about the thin walls of your apartment and your roommate’s relentless sex life driving you insane. you don’t have to guts to admit to him that sometimes you actually listened in, hoping that her hot boyfriend, chris, was pounding into you instead. but seungmin isn't stupid, and he helps you give chris a taste of his own medicine.
content warnings & tags: this honestly became way smuttier than I had expected tbh, so proceed with caution. voyeurism !! 65% of this is dom! seung and the rest needy! chan. eventual threesome, degradation, use of toy, orgasm denial(?), lots and lots of name-calling, masturbation (f), oral (f & m recieving), unprotected sex, lots of things tbh, so lmk if i missed anything! sexual content ahead, viewer discretion is advised.
conversations with seungmin were like slipping into your favourite worn-out hoodie; something that you don't even remember when it had become a constant in your life.
somewhere between late-night study sessions and shared meals at the campus café, he had quietly become your best friend; the one person who had seen you cry over grades, over family calls that ended too abruptly, over dreams that felt too big for dorm-room ceilings. with him, nothing felt too heavy to say out loud.
you were on the phone now, sprawled across your bed, your laptop abandoned somewhere near your feet, whining about the latest group assignment while he laughed—loud, unfiltered, the kind that made your stomach flip even when you pretended it didn’t.
“—and then this idiot submits the wrong file, so now we’re all scrambling like headless chickens,” you groaned, flopping dramatically onto your pillow.
seungmin snorted. “sounds like karma for calling my coding project ‘a glorified calculator app’ last week.”
you laughed despite yourself. “prof seemed to agree with me if i remember correctly.”
he scoffed, already launching into a dramatic defense of his work, when suddenly you heard it. the soft click of the door. followed by hushed giggles. footsteps. your stomach dropped.
“oh no,” you muttered.
this made me feel like
kinks & things ateez would say/do to you in bed - ⋆.˚ + 18, mentions of nicknames, sensitive themes
let me ruin you angel, it'll be good, i promise seonghwa whispers in a rispy, low voice in your ear, feeling his slender fingers slip all the way from your belly down your heat where you need him the most. his whole presensce already feels like a rollercoaster, the way he looked at you all day, sliding closer next to you whether you were standing next to somebody, or sitting on the couch he was right there beside you. not in an annoying way, but in an intensive, prickling way. it made your skin crawl when you saw his expression at you finally caving in and ending up in his room, in his bed, where he wanted you all along. god baby, you have no idea what i have planned for you and your pretty body, he grunts when he feels the way you clench around him for the first time, making it impossible for him to move just an inch without actually finishing in under one minute. when you pry your eyes open and look up at him, a small and calculated smirk appears on his face hope you know this is just the beginning darling. seonghwa says, leaving a trail of possesive kisses along your jawline, and neck as he can already feel your insides falling apart on his cock.
you and hongjoong didn't want to have kids. at least not now, when his career is the most important to him. but you make it so hard for him to not take you then and there and shove all of his cum deep in your cunt when you act so natural with kids. i'm gonna fill you up until you can't take it no more baby, he whines against your neck as his body jerks against you, sliding right into your soaping cunt, the wetness sucking his cock perfectly right in without any objections. even this pussy knows what you want, how come you just can't tell me? hmm? a slender finger teases your puffy clit as you cry out at the sensation, already feeling his cock pulsing with all his cum wanting to coat your walls and nestle deep inside you. don't worry, by the end of the night, you'll be soaked with my cum until i'm making sure it sticks inside you.
you're not wearing anything under this,are you? yunho rakes his eyes from head to toe, checking every inch of you out while his finger teasingly swipes along his bottom lip. you're there infront of him, cletcing your thighs together in a skimpy dress, showing yunho your figure and perfect mounds which he owns. you know, and he knows. and when you nod at his question, all it takes to bring to your knees is for him to stand up from the couch, towering over you in a second like a mountain and seeing the now visible hardness against his pants. i want to cum on this dress, tiny. will you be so kind and help me out with that? he takes a finger and caress the skin on your jaw, slowly and sneakily prying open your mouth to suck in the mentioned finger. when you whirl and suck his skin, he grunts and shuts his eyes just for a second, imagining the next minutes. you take his leaking cock out and tease right back with your tongue, kissing and licking his tip until he has enough and shoves his cock inside your warm mouth.
don't worry, i'll take good care of you even though yeosang is fighting against the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his cock, warming his whole body with simply cletching around him he tries to not lose control. he tries to caress your shivering body, kissing away the grunts and moans when he first moves inside you, his body glued to yours as you writhe under him and try to tell him that he can go harder. his whole body fires up and lets out the air he has been holding back, his veiny hands grip and your sides, his head hung low and nuzzled in your neck as he grunts and pushes further inside you. he knows he should be more careful, but when you deepen your nails on his back his own mind blows up and ruts into you like a lost puppy chasing for the climax. baby, i swear i want to stop but i can't - yeosang mutters as he's already chasing for his second orgasm in a row. your body trembling and ready for what you know is already coming. I'll make it up to you, promise. he says, like he's pursuing a sin.
even if it's scorching hot outside, san needs you close to him. when it's raining outside, he has to kiss your face and snuggle against you while you read a book. and when it's cold outside, he can't help but drag your on his lap and undress you while he kisses your skin hurriedly, and possesively. his hands grabs at your curves, pulling you impossibly close to his figure until he feels your heat sitting right on his weak point. and before you could blink another your panties are pulled to the side and his needy cock is already netles deep in your heat, san squirming and grunting under you. you're so warm baby, i couln't help myself he whispers in your ear as he nudges his nose against your skin, kissing and biting your neck softly to quiet his moans i could stay inside you forever.
it was just a joke, and you meant that. but when you saw how mingi's face changed under a second, you couldn't say no to him. the cocky smirk and voice lures you right where mingi wants you mentally, his big hands keeping you right on his lap so moving away was impossible. so ride me, let's see if you can handle it he mutters as his eyes follow his hands pulling your shirt up over your breasts, bottom lip stuck between his teeth when he sees you unbuttoning your jeans. slowly, but surely you drag your hands over his broad chest to test his patience, only ending up with a warning slap on your ass when he feels you circling your hips teasingly. i'm getting impatient princess, were you all talk earlier? he scoffs, his hands giving you firm squeezes at your hips as you slowly open his zipper and let his straining cock out of his boxers. and when you stadily sit perfectly right on his cock, he lets out a muffled moan as he throws his head back against the cushions. your warm walls moving up and down on his length, leaving trails of precum around his base immedietly makes him gripping your waist harder as he tries his best to not cum right there.
you can't even move? that's cute baby wooyoung coos, his finger teasingly caressing the bruised skin on your trembling inner thigh, seeing the mixed cum oozing out of your soaping cunt as your whole body shiver and tremble against his body. you whine when he touches your raw lips coated with his seed,amazed by the fact that how fast the condom broke the second he slid right into you. shit, baby, do you see what we did? he curses, leaving a kiss on your forehead right before he pushes your legs up to your chest and swipes a finger into your pulsing, used cunt. all this, and you still want more, right? wooyoung watches the way you nod hazily, cletching around his finger, hips buckling to meet his touch eagerly. don't worry, you don't have to move a muscle.
ever since you saw a video of a guy using a fleshlight, you can't help but imagine your boyfriend doing the same when you are not home. would jongho be into that? is he using any toys when you are not around, or just his hands? no matter how much you think about it, you unconsciously make him aware of your little desire when you accidentaly send the video to him. did this fulfill your fantasy, baby? he grunts when he sends back a very detailed video of his thick cock sliding right through the fleshlight, the lube and cum mixing around his tip when he drags the toy all the way down to his base, jongho giving it a few squeezes before pulling it back off until only his tip is inside the clear toy.
- a/n : something came over me while writing this, seriously, the devil was sitting RIGHT beside me telling me what to write. also, this is not proofread.
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
@ astrasng 2026
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found the perfect representation of what i meant by my choking kink fic of his;
god my brain is once again running on fuel
(creds to video owner)