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sitting on donghyuck's lap, his cock resting in your warm core, his fingers furious on the joystick of his controller.

"fuck!" he curses, his sudden harsh movement causing him to nudge against your sweet spot. you compulsively clench around him and let out a whimper. you rush to slap your hand over your mouth as he writhes harshly under you. he curses at you in disappointment, as you hook your ankles behind the back of his chair and you droop your head forward to rest it on his shoulder. he lets out shouts of frustration, before throwing his controller to the side and running his fingers through his hair.

"fuck," he swears under his breath, shaking his head, chin still tucked.

"what happened?" you ask, his eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"i fucking lost!"

you look at him questioningly as his eyes darken before your very own. he rakes his hand through his hair again, before pulling you off his lap.

"look at the stupid little mess you made, as if my day couldn't get any worse," he says, as you finally dismount him, holding back a whine at the feeling of emptiness.

you're about to stand up when he pushes your head down. your knees cave easily, cushioned by the mat beneath his chair.

"good girls clean up after themselves."

the fly opened around his length is drenched and paled with the same arousal his cock is dripping with. yours.

you waste no time, already darting your tongue out, softly coaxing the fabric into your mouth, licking and sucking your arousal off.

you drop your ass to your heels, your knees wide and toes touching. you rub your feet together to distract from your sopping hole.

donghyuck gives your cheek a soft slap. "you work so slow. if this isn't clean in 5 minutes, i won't let you come."

you whimper at his words and begin hurriedly sucking at the other side of his fly. you finish hastily, before licking up and down his length. cleaning, just as he asked, you never take him in your mouth. when you begin to lick the tip of him, he takes advantage of your open mouth to rut into your throat. you gag instinctively. he chuckles at your weak gag reflex, rubbing your forehead and cooing before holding your head on him. you feel tears burning your eyes as you desperately try to breathe through your nose. when his hands finally ease up and you can pull back to breathe, your inhalations are uneven and whiney.

you hear him murmur a soft "pathetic slut" at you before guiding you to stand by your slobbery chin, his other hand softly slapping your cheek eliciting a weak whimper.
you look at him, confused as to why he would bring you to stand, but you figure it out soon enough when he pulls your bottoms fully off and takes your top and bra with it, leaving you pathetically naked, and him, almost entirely clothed, save for his impressive cock unsheathed, his shorts and boxers curving only to allow the length out. he pushes you back down to the floor and you sit on your ankles, waiting for further instruction.

god, he was sexy when he was mad.

"on your hands and knees, whore," he commands and you rush to abide, "you distracted me with your silly little wet cunt and those pathetic clenches you kept gripping me with." you swallow. "you made me lose, and now," his voice drops fatally low, barely perceptible, "you have to pay."

you bite back a whimper, unsuccessfully, at his words. he drops to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your head into the plush carpet.

"can't keep in your fucking pants, can you?"

you whine in agreement, as his finger drags through your drooling arousal.

"good thing you cleaned me so well, since you so desperately want to come."

you turn your head to see him sucking your wetness off his finger, before pulling you onto him entirely, in one harsh thrust.

"oh god..!" you moan, immediately gripping him harsher, as he begins to harshly slide in and out of you.

"that's it," he says, his fingers harshly gripping into your hips, rutting into your sweet spot and forcing your head into the floor.

"take me so well, huh princess?" you whine incoherently, and he smacks your cheek at this.

"i asked you a question, you stupid bitch."

"y-" you swallow, trying to steady your voice, "yes sir! take you like the whore i am!"

he hums approval, hips rutting harsher into yours, relentlessly hitting into your sweetest spots.

"feel you clenching tighter already," he chuckles, "gonna come so soon?"

you let out a disgruntled yes, before your peak hits you, his hips fucking you through it, the white spots in your eyes, your pathetic moan, the drool dripping off your chin, your toes and heat clenched.

"aww pretty baby..." he coos, his cock slamming into your spot so harshly driving you into oversensitivity.

"s too much!" you whimper, stuttering, unclear voice, laced with moans of pleasure.

"too bad," he says, fake sympathy edging his syllables, "i don't care how many times you come, all that matters is that i do."

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22/01/23 - kosmoreads

you're sitting on the couch, bravely, stark naked. the air bites at your skin, cold against you, hardening your nipples. your fingers are delving into you, exactly as you like, moaning louder than usual, hoping mark will pause his video game and come play with you.

you feel a smirk spread across your lips, clenching around what feels like nothing when you hear his door open and his feet padding against the floor towards you. you droop your head and close your eyes, forcing yourself to pretend you hadn't planned such a thing.

he scans the room before his eyes land on you, naked, bearing yourself, head thrown back, eyes clenched closed. what really draws his attention, to no surprise, is your drooling heat, and your hand desperately trying to please it the way only he can.

"oh, honey."

you rush to pretend you hadn't heard him over your lewd noises and you reach for the blanket pooled at your feet, trying to cover your bare figure.
"blanket down, don't act like you didn't plan this."

your eyes widen at his perceptiveness, his ability to see right through you, but you drop the blanket regardless and await his next instruction.
"can't go a day without my cock, can you, pretty girl?"

you moan in response, as he draws his warm hands down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, down to cup your ass, before retracting entirely.

"bedroom. now," mark demands. you open your mouth to protest but he tuts at you, "you've made enough of a mess on my couch. bedroom."

you don't argue further, standing up, feeling the slick between your thighs as you walk to the bedroom, him following close behind.

he doesn't even bother to close the bedroom door before he's on you, hands drawing circles on your back, his lips inching nearer to yours. he draws back when you lean forward, and you softly pout, before he kisses the expression of your lips.

his mouth is warm, soft, addictive. your hands instantly lace into the hair at the back of his neck, pushing him farther into you in any way you can. you feel him smirking against your lips when he separates from you. you leave your mouth softly agape for him to return.

he only tilts your head back, pulling your chin down and opening your mouth farter and your eyes widen as you watch him drip his saliva from his tongue to yours. he pulls your head back down, pushing your mouth closed.

you swallow, almost instinctively and look up at him, curious. he smiles at you, and ruffles your hair.

"cute girl, doing everything i ask, hm?" he praises, kissing your forehead. you nod eagerly.

"almost makes me forget what you're doing all this for, you little slut."

you freeze, but feel yourself flutter nonetheless, biting back a whimper.

"on your back."

you obey, naturally widening your legs, and stilling for his next command.

he smirks at you.

"don't even have to ask you to widen your legs anymore," he muses, rubbing your inner thigh, ghosting over the sensitive skin, "perfect little fuckdoll, aren't you?"
you moan in agreement, as he kisses up your thigh, closer and closer to your dripping core. he spits against it, before sliding a finger in. you're so soaked, the glide in is audible.

you moan at the feeling of him in you, already curling into your sweet spot. his thumb starts to toy with your sensitive peak.

"good girl," he murmurs against the skin of your thigh, leaving sweek marks of teeth and tongue, "taking me so well, always do."

"mark," you moan, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him up, "kiss me."

he hums his approval and adjusts his position to move up to you, kissing his way from your hip to your collarbone, licking a clean stripe.

when his lips envelop yours, you whimper, inviting his tongue in as fast as possible. his finger is joined by another inside you.

your lips disconnect, and he finds you flushed with arousal beneath him, eyes already beckoning him into another kiss.

you, however, have a different plan. you widen your mouth, eyebrows curling upwards in request, as you drop out your tongue.

"you really liked that, huh?"

you nod, as his thumb picks up its pace on your clit.

he spits into your mouth and you hastily swallow what made it into your mouth, and bring your thumb to your cheek you clean the rest, before pleading, "more?" and opening your mouth anew.

"dirty little girl likes being spit on, huh?" he says, landing a soft spank on your cheek, before spitting your mouth and harshly forcing your jaw shut.
he leans onto you, kissing below your ear.

"swallowing like the good girl you are for me," he whispers, wet against your ear.

its only now you notice your release on the horizon, your body starting to arch into him.

"even when you're being a brat, you're so pretty, i just want to give you everything," he murmurs, sucking on your collarbone, his hand, not busy pleasing you, holding you through your shudders, pressing down on your sternum.

"let go for me, pretty girl," he says, licking the side of your neck.

"more!" you moan, practically shout, as you widen your mouth. he rolls his eyes playfully, before spitting on your tongue.

the feeling of his saliva on you is your undoing, your eyes clenching shut, your fingers gripping at his chest, tightening in the fabric, moaning through the throes of your peak.

"mark," you groan, his thumb relentless on your clit.

"that was so pretty, honey," mark coos, a deviant smirk coating his features, "you can give me another one, right?"

"n-" you begin, but he forces your mouth open, dripping his saliva onto your tongue, before pushing your lips together.

"you can give me another one, right?" he repeats.

all you can do is helplessly moan.

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19/03/23 - kosmoreads

"do you need help, darling?" yuta offers, deviance weaving through each of his syllables.

you're leaning over, loading plates out of the dishwasher, your short bottoms inching higher.

"no?" you say confused at such an offer.

"really?" he continues, standing behind you, hands roaming your hips.

you bite back a whimper; how could you think such foul things from just his fingers whispering across your body?

"yes, yuta," you reply, plopping the plate onto the counter, and dropping a sweet peck on his cheek, "i can do it myself."

"be honest, my love," he says, the expression in his voice and features unreadable, "you can do it yourself, but i can do it better."

suddenly you realize this isn't about dishes anymore.

"huh?" you say, his hands tracing up your waist, moving to grip your ribcage, just below your breasts.

"why are you breathing so fast?" he questions, concern you decipher is fake coating his tone, "are you hurt?"

you fumble to explain yourself, rushing to find anything but the truth and end up landing on an uncomfortable apology. deep down, you both know why you're so flustered. you assume he'll use you, just like the other day, unprovoked.

you remember it so vividly, just sitting on the couch, watching a show you barely recall the name of. he'd pushed the blanket off, to reveal his cock, glistening and hard with arousal. you remember he took advantage of your mouth, agape from shock, and forced you onto him.

what you remember most, however, is how pathetically wet it made you, him whispering things like "perfect mouth for me," "didn't even ask questions, hm? what a slut," and "useless little hole."

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"darling?" you blink, before flushing with embarrassment. you can't collect what he said, so absorbed in your fantasy. you mumble discombobulated apologies, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

"weren't listening, huh?" he teases, playful disappointment audible in his voice.

you nod shamefully.

"what a whore you are, huh?" he comments, and you choke on nothing, yet he continues regardless, "can't even listen to my words, too busy thinking about my cock, isn't that right?"

"i'm just trying to unload the dishwasher-" you stutter, the lie bitter on your tongue.

"fine," he concedes, and you exhale a breath you were unaware you'd been holding, "if you aren't wet, you can continue with your mundane task."

its only now you notice his hand toying with the band of your bottoms and you mentally scold yourself for thinking it was over, if only for a moment, your disappointment melting away, unfurling into arousal.

you're in for it, knowing as soon as he dips is cold fingers beneath your waistband, he'll find your dripping arousal. you almost wince when he does, what nearly feels like shame shivering through you. when his cold finger nudges your clit, you quiver, your legs threatening to buckle.

"oh, darling," he coos, and you furrow your brows in frustration, as yuta's fingers seamlessly glide across your heat, "you're soaked."

"hey wait-" you rush to defend yourself. you aren't even certain why you'd attempt to save face, he knows you're desperate for him already.

he puts his index finger to your lips and shushes you, "good toys don't talk," he whispers.

you doubt you could form a coherent sentence if you wanted to, so you abide by his command and close your mouth.

"good little fleshlight."

your knees nearly buckle at his words and he tsks under his breath, before snaking his hand behind your head. he pulls your head back by your frail neck, tilting it back, and licks your cheek.

he guides you by your neck to the couch, where he'd forced himself down your throat.

"nobody wants to use their toy in the kitchen," he muses, hands already easing your bottoms off, the fabric leaving goosebumps in its wake.

your thoughts, few as they are, are interrupted by the cold sensation of his tongue on your collarbone.

you can't breathe, his hands are icy against your burning body, heated for him and his touch.

"hips up, love," he requests, his voice merely a whisper.

you meekly follow his demand, as though it's second nature, as he pulls your bottoms off entirely.

a soft whine is torn from your throat at his cold hands against your flushed skin, and his hand harshly comes down on your thigh, and you attempt to swallow your yelp.

"good toys are quiet," he clarifies, leaning down to lick, kiss, soothe the spot his palm had hit, "don't make noise unless i tell you to."

he trails his mouth up your thigh, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there, before nuzzling his nose against your clit softly.

your teeth dig into your lip, desperately wanting to moan, knowing all you can do is shudder in his arms.

he continues kissing up your body, moving from your hip bone to the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist, up and up your arm, until he reaches your collarbone, instantly suctioning his mouth there.

you don't even notice one of his hands is absent from you until you feel him slide his entirety into you, his hand used to align himself with you.

he fills you entirely, your walls searing around his impressive girth, your head helplessly drops back, desperately trying not to buck into him, to groan. your fingers are tight against the fabric of the sofa. your legs feel unsteady and the silence thickens.

"you're wetter than usual," yuta comments, condescending humour woven in his words, "guess you like being put to use, hm?"

when his hips finally draw back, pulling himself partially out of your fluttering heat, you let out a gasp that you only hope he can't hear over the sound of his strokes, your wetness.

he pauses and you bite your lip, before his hands wrap around your throat, and he slides back into you, eliciting a shudder and a helplessly weak whimper from you.

"i thought i heard my useless fuckdoll make a noise," he groans, "can't even be the slut i want you to be."

he thrusts into you again, fucking his words into your sweet spot with ease. his hand tightens around your neck and you try to breathe, unsuccessfully, before flitting your hazy eyes up to meet his.

"if i have to choke you unconscious for you to shut up, i will."

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you had been sound asleep, as you could tell from the late hour and the moon hanging low outside your window.

“hyuck?” you murmur. fresh from sleep, your voice comes out weak and quiet. instantly, you hear his approaching footsteps. you look up at him, his pink lips morphed into an affectionate smile.

“hi, sleepyhead,” he says, gently rubbing your cheek with his hand and ghosting a kiss over your forehead. you wrap your hand around his wrist, holding him close. you can tell he just got home from a long shift at work, his hair damp from the shower, his worn work clothes folded neatly in the crook of his arm and a towel hanging low on his hips. staring at the gentle line from his hips below the towel makes you needier than you wish to admit. you gently shake your head at yourself.

“i missed you,” you opt to say, as his body gently unwinds from yours, him getting up to finish resetting from his day. you watch him put his clothes in the laundry basket, tidy up the floor and pull on a pair of sweats to sleep in, all while you ask him about his day from your perch in the bed.

finally, after he finished he snuggles up beside you in the warm bed, gently whispering “and i missed you too, angel.” you bury your face in his warm chest, skin to skin, inhaling his scent. like clean laundry and cedar.

“just knowing i was coming home to you made my long work day all worth it,” he murmurs. you lean back to look at his mocha eyes.

you smile, placing a gentle kiss on the mole near his eye, feeling his cheeks stretch with a returned grin. your lips follow the map of his adorable beauty marks that you’d grown so fond of, kissing the four on one cheek, the one under his eye on his other cheek. you feel him petting your head gently, encouraging you. you try to suppress how needy you are as you move to kiss the moles just below his jaw, on his neck. the lower you get, the more he shivers. he laughs at your eagerness, dragging his hand up and down your back. the touch burns through the thin layers of the tshirt you stole of his. the sensation makes you arch into him and whimper a little. he tsks gently but his smile so sweet that you can hear it.

“that feels nice,” he says, a slight waver or stutter in his voice. just the sound of his voice, so low and whispered and intimate, makes your head empty.

“i just…” you start, but instantly lose your train of thought when hyuck tilts his chin up and gently wraps his hand around the back of your neck.

he grins at you, knowingly, “you just what, my love?”

you look at him wide eyed and confused before mumbling a quick “i forget,” ducking your eyes shamefully.

“aw, princess” he coos, “look at me.”
you don’t even hesitate, your head empty of anything, including protests.

“good girl,” he affirms, his eyes meeting yours. the same eyes that are glassy from nothing but a couple kisses and empty from just the smell of him and the sound of his voice. still, his praise melts you completely. his hands hold your neck tight, his thumb gently rubbing and soothing you while he squeezes. “you’re such a dumb girl, aren’t you?”
your heat flutters, clenching around nothing and leaking with need.

“yes, daddy,” you say quietly, averting your eyes.

his hand squeezes tighter, disapproving. “what did you say?” you hesitate for a moment and he grabs you impossibly tighter. “look at me and say it again, slut, i won’t ask again,” hyuck demands.

you meet his intense eyes and swallow your pride. “yes, daddy, i’m a dumb girl.”

the last syllable is barely out of your mouth before his plush lips envelop yours and he’s pulling you on top of him. he calls you a good girl in between your heated kisses and heavy breaths.

“please,” you say, your need growing even more, your head completely empty and your body desperate for pleasure beyond his hands around your throat and his lips against yours. you can barely handle the kisses without moaning in pleasure.
he shakes his head at you.

“you’re very lucky i’m giving you anything at all after such a long day,” he whispers at you, eyes dark with desire, “especially considering you’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?”

you nod feverishly, dragging your hips down on his thigh for any friction. “yes, god,” you whimper. he laughs deviantly at you. “you’re so precious,” he praises. the combination of his mean words and the praise make your head spin. his hands move from your neck to your hips, where he grips you hard enough to leave bruises, to guide your hips down to hump against his impressive bulge.

“god, hyuck,” you whine, gripping his shoulders desperately.

“thats my girl,” he groans, reaching to grab your ass, only to realize that tshirt of his you stole is the only thing you’re wearing. he grabs the hem of it, pulling it off you, revealing your completely naked body. “always my little slut aren’t you?”

a helpless moan is the only reply you can manage.

“you’re such an empty-headed whore,” he muses, flipping you onto your back, him suddenly on top, “can’t even think enough to reply,” he grins, “all you can do is moan.”
with that, his fingers sink into your cunt.

you gush around his fingers, the lewd wet sounds swallowed by the air. you’re gasping and moaning from his fingers hitting your sweet spots and his thumb teasing your clit. you grab his wrist and grind yourself onto his hand and he lets out a laugh-laced sigh.

“you’re so desperate you have to grab my hand so i wont stop toying with you…”
your head is so fuzzy you barely register anything he’s saying, pathetic “don’t stop”s and pleads falling easily from your lips, tainted with your moans.

“you love this, don’t you?” he says, his hand stilling and pulling out of you, making you whine in protest, “you love being my empty headed set of holes to come home to and take my stress out on.”

nodding, desperate to please him so he slips his fingers back inside you, you eagerly agree, “yes, i love being your set of holes,” you throw your head back with a groan, “please just… don’t stop”

he hums happily and fills you with his fingers, driving you to the point of insanity, you’re so desperate to cum. he rubs your sensitive peak so roughly your eyes are rolling back and your toes are curling.

“i’m so close,” you try to whisper, but it comes out like a scream, too wound up and emptyheaded to control the volume of your cries. you lean into him, attempting to silence and soothe yourself by gently sucking and nipping at the pretty moles on hyuck’s neck. he groans at the sharpness of your teeth.

“beg me to cum,” he says, through gritted teeth as if he’s holding back a moan. the thought of him restraining his need makes you even more desperate.
you shake as you beg him, body tight as you try to hold back your orgasm.

“please, hyuck, i can’t hold it back,” you alert him, gripping his shoulders, digging your nails in and eliciting a sweet hiss.

“that’s it, baby, cum for me.”

the phrase undoes you, your body shaking and your heat clench around him, your eyes closing, as you reach your peak. he doesn’t relent, helping you ride out your high.
your awareness barely comes back to you when you blink open your eyes just soon enough to watch donghyuck slide his cock into you, raw.

“oh my fucking god, hyuck, please,” you practically scream, your cunt desperately trying to adjust to his size.

he groans at the feel of you, murmuring something about how tight you are, before he grabs onto your hips and thrusts into you in a way that makes you forget where you are. his eyes burn into yours as you both feel eachother, him, hitting all your sweet spots, and you, fluttering around him in a way that makes him grit his teeth and dig his fingers into your hips roughly.

“too much,” you whimper, and he grunts disapprovingly. one of his hands finds its way to your throat, where it tightens enough to make your head impossibly emptier. you shiver with every thrust, so sensitive from cumming so recently, but too weak and fucked dumb to fight him.

“you’ll take what i give you.”

you nod helplessly and you ache with need.

“you’re so perfect,” he grits out, “my dumb doll...”

you look up at him, lost in the feeling, gripping onto his bicep and arching your back into him. “yours,” you whine, your teeth finding his shoulder.

“i can feel you getting close, fuckdoll,” he says, trying to sound lighthearted, but it comes out heavy and hot and it makes your eyes roll back and your stomach flutter.
he’s right, you can feel yourself already building up.

“i’m so close,” you repeat, too stupid to stop yourself.

“aww, fucked silly already…” he states, fake sympathy lacing his words and making you even more desperate, “i know you’re close.”

“f…” you try to say, cutting yourself off with your own moans, “fucked silly.” you can hear yourself dumbly repeating everything he says, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, your mind and body weak from pleasure.

“cum for me, baby,” he says, his hand leaving your neck to circle your clit and push you over the edge.

you cum easily, your body having barely recovered from your first orgasm. your vision goes black and your legs lock around his hips, your moans and cries so loud without a care. you feel hyuck follow after you, his cum seeping into your spasming core. you grip him so tightly as you ease down from your high, blissed out and cumdrunk.
when you finally blink your eyes open, he’s kissing your face and neck gently.

“hyuck…”

“shh baby, i know,” he says soothingly, pulling you into his chest, “you did so good.”

you smile a big dumb smile at the thought.

before drifting off, you hear him whisper, “that was perfect, angel.”