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omg hakiee never apologize i LOVE hearing your thoughts!
top riwoo switch myugjae omggggg something is happening in my brain. i actually need to be in between them so bad.
riwoo telling jaehyun eat you out and then pushing him to the side so he can fuck you while jaehyun watches with the most obvious boner ever. sucking jaehyun off while riwoo fucks you. getting fingered by riwoo while you jerk jaehyun off and overstimulating each other because riwoo is the one who decides when you stop. it’s probably loud asf too whenever the three of you go at it. like LOUD moaning and whining the whole nine yards.
this is me giving my followers a warning to put your ages in your bios or smth bc i’m gonna block you if you don’t. i’ll be back later and i WILL be checking
Okay you’re gonna have to hear me out for this one since it’s kinda on your guidelines 🏃🏽♀️
So you dropped the most recent riwoo fic and I was thinking abt your ending and like ig pisskink but like take away the actual pee part bc that’s gross I just mean the holding it in part 😭😭
Anyways the core of it is just riwoo being mean to you
But that’s like not creative at all yknow what lemme go back to the drawing board
ahhhhh so like leaning more towards omorashi? honestly i can kinda vibe with omo bc like you said it’s the actual piss part that i find gross 😭 but i can see your vision!
mean riwoo making you hold your bladder in even when you’ve warned him that you really have to go 🤤 i can see two possibilities with this so walk with me (again)
1: he’ll get condescending with you. “you’re gonna pee?” he scoffs, sounding so disgusted, and yet his hand is still in between your legs. “just be good and hold it in, baby. i’ll let you go after i’m done with you, promise.” except he keeps edging you and you have to keep holding it in even longer because if you don’t then you know he’ll punish you :(
2: he gets even meaner. starts degrading you and saying things like “wait, are you serious? are you actually going to pee on yourself?” it makes you so ashamed, but you still nervously nod your head yes. and he laughs at you. “that’s so disgusting… say it. tell me what you are.” it’s more of a demand really, and he laughs again when you quietly repeat the words “i’m disgusting” back to him.
this is my first time writing anything like this… i hope it’s sufficient 💔
hello cherriwoo ur reblog on my ask was so cute it single-handedly made me wanna answer more of my riwoo asks actually …
— kati, @ilysungho ♡
katiiiii! (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝) omg firstly hi it’s been so long 💔 how are you i miss you so much… and it would literally be a dream come true to see you write for riwoo more 🥹🥹 i swear if you do then i’ll write sungho putting his fingers in your mouth for you
riu request coming through 🚒🚒 BIP BIP!!!! fucking yourself on riwoos nose and cuming all over his face and glasses (not today pink eye) oh, and since this is quite cinematic, you gotta take a pic of the masterpiece you have created 🫨
a/n: im sowwy... it's not much... idk what more to add honestly apart from fucking 🤤🤤🤤 taking a picture apart too and his face is all red in embarrassment ... i imagine this as virgin riwoo silly smirk emoji contains: subby riwoo x reader, cunnilingus, face fucking
riwoo would happily lay still under you as you use his mouth and tongue, guiding him along and tell him what to do. “suck a bit harder,” and “it’s ok, just put your tongue in,” would be told by you in soft praises, but you’re too needy to really praise him properly. he needs that though, eagerly waiting for you to say how well he’s listening to you, his hands interlocked with yours as you squeeze them every time he flicks at your clit. the shivers that sends down your spine as you arch your back make you roll your hips on him, moaning as he immediately engulfs the bud with his mouth. he puts all his focus right there then, eyes closing to really just get into this trance where he’s simply pleasuring you.
coming out of hiatus momentarily just to write about riwoo quick everyone act surprised! (forgive me if this reads nonsensically i’m in need of a nap 🙁)
to tell the truth i’ve really been thinking about his lips and hands so much lately… walk with me.
he’s obviously the type of guy who takes good care of his hands. he knows just how you stare whenever he cracks his knuckles or shows off his latest nail art. he catches on quick, too. takes his time next time he gets you alone, drawing out every second, making you squirm and whine for him to hurry up while he just smiles to himself, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you no matter how coy he pretends to be. at some point, he’ll slip two of his fingers in your mouth and mumble something about how you’re being just a little too loud. you weren’t being that loud, though. riwoo only wants to see the look on your face while you suck his fingers. he can do clearly see the lust in your eyes, and knowing that you can get turned on from this? from just the thought of what he’s going to do to you? it makes him so hard. if he didn’t want to tease you so badly, he’d fuck you then and there.
and when he actually fingers you, all he wants to do is watch them disappear into you, only to reappear shiny and slick when he pulls them back. “who knew this is all it would take to get you this wet?” he’ll say, paired with a little self-assured chuckle. “are you gonna cum? already? i haven’t even really done anything though, baby…”
he’d kiss you so sweetly, though. your lips, your cheeks, your neck. anywhere he could, really. you look too good right now, he couldn’t resist you. you’re beautiful, he thinks, and you’re all his. he would give you anything you wanted right now—anything except the only thing you really wanted.
“not yet.” and when you’d curl your fingers into the fabric of his clothes, begging incoherently with tears clinging to your waterline, he’d just shush you softly. “you don’t want it to be over already, do you? i’m doing this for you. don’t you want to feel good?”
oh my god he’s soooo fine lately like idk what they put in that hair dye but i hope it seeps into his brain forever and never leaks outttt he’s so lucky he’s not here with me i’d keep his fine ass up all damn night i swear
i’m lowkey tipsy and horny rn i’m gonna forget this in the morning probably but oh god i hope i dream about him tonight
honestly probably not for a little while longer 😞 but maybe around early summer? i don’t want to make any promises so i won’t say anything for sure. i am working on stuff though! so don’t worry i wont be gone forever (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
Cherri I know you’re on break but have you watched the new whatdoor ep where they’re studying
https://youtu.be/R1pwDI2A7_0?si=h4eSakBoL6H7mQRx
At 29:00 riwoo is just staring at the camera and bro something unlocked I now fully support meandom riwoo MEOWOWOOW
HI HAKKIE! so good to hear from you 😆
now about mean dom riwoo… this actually just reminded me i do have mean dom riwoo in my drafts just rotting and waiting to be written 💔 i’ll probably come back to it once when i’m back to being active again.
(also, i watch ed the edits you sent me! and i have absolutely nothing appropriate to say at all just know it will be reflected in what i write about him)
booby obsessed leehan....... do what you will with this prompt 😏🩷 - @parkhobak
LIGHTS DOWN LOW — spoiled!김동현 x stripper!fem!reader (back to the main menu?)
you know you want it | contains: bossy bratty leehan. groping. choking (kind of?). finger sucking. nipple stimulation & sucking. dry humping.
oh booby obsessed leehan you are the people’s princess
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leehan always gets what he wants. that’s just how his life works. when he wants something, he gets it. he doesn’t bargain, he doesn’t wait, because he’s never had to.
but it’s different with you. you don’t make it easy for him. you string him along. you make him wait. that’s part of the reason he can’t stay away from you.
in the privacy of VIP room 2, everything else feels so far away. the music from the rest of the club is muffled, the lights dimmed low instead of constantly flashing and changing colors. the velvety couch smells better than it did the last time you were in here. the champagne tastes the same, though.
“you like me, right?” you ask, your face inches away from his own. “that’s why you keep coming back so often.”
leehan leans back against the cushions, looking at you with that smug expression you’ll never tell him you love. “someone’s full of herself.”
your glossy lips twist into a faux pout. “aww, so you don’t like coming here to play with me after all?”
leehan pouts too, although his seems much more real. “don’t put words in my mouth. i love coming to see you…” his eyes fall to your chest, still clad in nothing but delicate red lace that barely covers anything. you look so good. why do you always have to look so good? it’s not fair that you get to look like that and then tell him that he can’t touch.
not for free, anyway. money, however, is never an issue for someone like leehan.
leehan always pays, and always more than he has to, just to ensure he gets the privilege of touching you. what he wants different from the usual clientele—adulterous businessmen or middle aged nobodies just looking to get off any way they can, focused solely on their pleasure, because to them the person who barely wears clothes and prances around on a stage for money has no autonomy or desires of her own. to them, you’re merely a life sized sex doll.
and leehan’s no gentleman by any standards, but at least he touches you in a way that feels good for the both of you.
when you take your place in leehan’s lap, he sighs softly, his big, soft hands grabbing and squeezing at your chest. “take this off already.” he whines, very dramatically, and if it were anyone else, you would’ve found it annoying. but because it’s leehan, you just giggle.
“you’re so impatient…” his eyes flutter shut as your hand cups his face, then down to his neck and give it a gentle squeeze, which makes his lips part in a silent moan. “why don’t you take it off me yourself?”
ah, there it is. he knew it was coming. you love to tease him, to toy with him like how a cat bats a mouse around before devouring it. he’ll always do whatever you ask of him, though, in spite of all his complaints and groans of how “unfair” it is for you to make him do all the work.
your bra falls away, leaving your upper half exposed to him, and he finds the strength to look away from your chest and up at you when he says “open your mouth.” for once, you decide to just indulge in his demands, parting your lips for him so that he can slide his thumb between them.
you swirl your tongue around his finger, having no complaints as he pushed it deeper into the all-encompassing warmth of your mouth. “are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, feeling you grind against him slowly. always slowly—enough to get him hard, but never enough to give him any real relief.
“maybe,” you shrug, your voice still muffled by his finger. he pulls it out, pinching and rolling one of your nipples with his spit-slicked finger, and feeling very proud of himself when you moan and arch further into his touch. “are you enjoying yourself?”
he smiles and shrugs, only replying with the word “maybe” before leaning forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. he’s such an arrogant little brat, but he’s an arrogant little brat that really knows how to make you feel good.
“wanna cum on your tits,” he mumbles against your skin, peering up at you like he’s expecting you to do what he says again and give him what he wants without any teasing for once.
you hum, looking up as if you’re considering his offer before shaking your head. “but maybe if you ask nicely…” a part of you wants to laugh when you see those microscopic tells of annoyance on his face, but he pushes you out of his lap and down onto your back before you get the chance to.
“what if i do it anyway, huh? you gonna stop me?” this is the most serious you think you’ve ever seen him look. and to think, it’s also the first time he’s the one on top of you. you won’t stop him, he knows that. you like watching him paint your chest white with his cum just as much as he loves doing it. for once, you’re feeling pretty impatient yourself as you tug on his belt.
“hurry up, then. it’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”