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[everyonewooeverywhere]

SMUT MDNI | yunho x fem!reader - piss kink

there’s obviously piss kink in here so yk…read if you want ignore if you don’t. that’s my only warning to you.

>_<

you’re not allowed out of bed without permission. yunho has a lot of rules, but this is likely the most strict of them all.

sometimes he’ll make a show of restraining you—tying you up so you aren’t able to leave. other times he’ll hold you pressed to his chest himself. but no matter the method, you’re stuck there every morning until he lets you go.

even if you have to pee.

his hand reaches around your body, fingers spreading over your lower stomach, “how do you feel?” his voice is tired, gravely. but the edge of his dominance is still there. even as his breath ghosts over the back of your neck, his nose trailing down the curve of you nape.

“good,” you mutter, sinking back into his arms, letting his legs tangle with yours.

his hand is under your sleep shirt. so you can feel his skin on yours when he presses on you lower stomach. right up against your bladder.

you shiver, a low whine falling from your lips. “full…” you can feel his smirk against your neck, “keeping yourself so full for me?”

you nod, eyes fluttering closed. anticipating his next move. you want to squeeze your legs together—rub your thighs together to quell the burning between your legs. but he has a thigh wedged between them. your legs tense against his.

“cute,” he smiles against your hair. his hand creeps lower, the tips of his fingers dipping past the waistband of your panties. “ are you gonna hold it for me, baby?”

you whine again, “yes…” it trails off when you feel two fingers dip between your folds. it’s wet. wet from your own arousal and the bit of piss that leaks out every time he squeezes your stomach.

“fuck you’re so dirty,” his teeth sink into your shoulder. “you’re already pissing yourself? you just woke up.”

his words don’t even register to you. all you can feel is the distinct tightening in your bladder as he fingers you. your body begging you to let go, but your brain keeps reminding you how good it feels. how perfect and euphoric it is when you cum just for him. his lips to your ear, body pressed against you, cumming just for him as you release it all for him.

the second he’d put that towel down last night, you’d been shaking in anticipation for this morning.

he sinks two fingers into you, “so tight…” his thumb wipes at your clit. “did you know that you’re tighter when you have to piss?” you shake your head, gripping his arm for dear life as you tried to hold it in. yunho chuckles, “sometimes i wish i could keep you like this. keep you full with your own piss, legs shaking because you know you need to pee. and you so fucking tight. i don’t even think i could fit inside you.”

“yunhooo…”

“you know,” his breath is hot in your ear as the pace of his fingers increases, “i do have another fantasy.” you can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass. a small whimper falls from your lips, “sometimes, i think about filling you up. really filling you up. letting myself soften inside of you, maybe even let you fall asleep so you’re completely unsuspecting, and filling you up with my own piss.”

the graphic image in your head pushes you close to the edge. the picture of you wrapped around his dick, hot piss leaking out of you. waking up a filthy mess. having no recollection of you got so messy.

he notices you clench. “oh? nasty girl.” your so close it hurts. you can feel your muscles clenching with everything they have—little golden streams spilling all over his hand. “i love thinking up new ways so defile you,” his voice is soft but that sadistic edge never leaves, “let go for me, baby. let go.”

it all bursts at once. your bladder that’s been holding it in for hours is first, spilling all over his hand with a sharp gasp. and the orgasm is just as hard to follow. it pulses through your whole body, causing you to rile against him. your moans come out in incomprehensible wails followed by the cries of his name.

yunho swallows your moans with his lips, hand still cupping you pulsing pussy as he kisses you. it’s sweet, bordering on romantic.

because even when he imagines you in the most disgusting light, you’re still his baby. and he’s still gonna care for you.

[noodlesinbroth]

Happy lunar new year everyone! Wishing you peace, prosperity, health, happiness, and more money in your pockets! 🧧🧧

[suunani]

don’t stop talking [ mark lee ]

mark jerks off to his best friend’s voice during a late-night call.

❛ content 1.7k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, male reader, best friend! mark, phone sex (mark’s side), voice kink, masturbation, reader is oblivious at first.

━━ ( part two )

mark’s hand was already slick.

it was shameful — he knew that — but by now, the thrill of shame was a part of the arousal.

mark sat hunched in bed, legs spread wide, phone pressed to one ear, breath shallow and uneven. the room was dim. just the soft blue glow of his laptop screen lighting his face, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile, bare thighs tense and trembling.

the call had barely even rung when you picked up, voice soft and just a little rough like you’d been napping.

“hey,” you said. “what’s up?”

mark’s stomach turned over. the second he heard your voice, his grip tightened, his rhythm stumbling on instinct. he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“yo,” he rasped. his voice cracked. “you, uh… you busy?”

“nah. im just watching dumb videos. you okay? you sound weird.”

weird. yeah. that was one word for it.

he leaned forward a little, curling into himself, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder while his other hand kept working over his cock. he was flushed to the neck, chest mottled with heat, pulse visible in his throat.

every time he heard your voice through the speaker, it was like a jolt right to his cock — he could feel the way your mouth moved, imagine how your lips would wrap around syllables if he were just a bit closer.

he bit his bottom lip, hard.

“i’m fine,” he said quickly, too quickly, then swallowed. “just… wanted to talk to you.”

he was already so close and that was humiliating in its own right.

your voice was casual, kind. “oh, yeah? what about?”

mark gritted his teeth, hips twitching upward into his palm. “i… i dunno. just missed your voice.”

a pause. you laughed softly.

“that’s weird. you literally saw me earlier today.”

“i know.”

mark closed his eyes, pressing the heel of his palm against the base of his cock to try and slow himself down. it didn’t help. he was throbbing. leaking. his stomach muscles clenched tight every time you said anything.

“but… i like hearing you.”

you went quiet for a beat. “you sure you’re okay? you sound kinda…”

“i’m fine,” mark said again, but his voice broke in the middle of it, strained and raspy, like he was talking through gritted teeth.

he had to pull the phone back a little as a soft, stuttered moan slipped out of him.

shit.

his hand kept moving — too fast now, driven by pure instinct. he tried to breathe slow, tried to pretend he wasn’t literally jerking off with your voice in his ear, but you weren’t helping.

you chuckled again. “you sound like you’re sweating or something. hot in your room?”

“y-yeah,” mark gasped, closing his fist tighter. “hot. so, so hot.”

his knuckles were turning white around the phone. he pressed it harder to his ear, needing to hear every note of your voice. his eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the wall behind his bed. sweat was already gathering under his arms, on his lower back, on the backs of his thighs. jus toes curled into the sheets, ankles twitching with every slick stroke of his hand.

you kept talking. talking like everything was normal. like your best friend wasn’t secretly jerking off to your voice and biting his fist to keep from moaning into the receiver.

“you been staying up late again?” you asked. “you really sound tired.”

mark choked on a sound that wasn’t a laugh, wasn’t a sob, wasn’t quite a moan.

“mmh—yeah. c-can’t sleep…”

“you should take melatonin or something. or stop watching porn at 3am.”

if only you knew.

mark was panting now, trying to keep it quiet, but every breath was a tremor. his thighs shook with tension, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a bowstring. he sped up again without meaning to, his body begging for release. it wasn’t just the friction. it was you — your voice, your laugh, the way you sounded like you were half-asleep and smiling through every word.

and fuck, he wanted you to hear. even if it ruined everything.

“hey,” you said again, more curious now. “you really okay? you sound like you’re—”

“i’m f—fuck,” mark hissed through his teeth, a broken sound slipping out before he could stop it.

his back arched. he turned his face into the pillow beside him and bit down, hard. his whole body jerked with need.

“s-sorry, sorry—”

you blinked on the other end. “mark… are you… are you sick or something?”

“n-no,” mark whimpered, voice cracking again.

his chest was heaving, cock twitching wildly in his hand now. the wet slick noises of it were starting to get louder — he was so close it hurt.

“just… ngh—just don’t stop talking. please.”

you paused, clearly confused.

“mark, you sure you’re okay? your voice sounds—like you’re in pain or something. you’re not crying, right?”

he almost was.

“no—n-not crying. j-just…”

his fingers slipped, the slick glide of his palm stuttering for a second. he couldn’t do this much longer. every syllable you said was like fuel thrown on the fire. his entire body was one big live wire, and all it would take was one more second of your voice, soft and unknowing in his ear, and he’d—

“oh fuck—fuckfuck—ah—” he gasped suddenly, louder than he meant to.

he couldn’t stop it. his hips jerked up off the bed, his legs kicked once, hard, heel catching on the sheet.

“shit—”

“mark?”

bit it was too late.

he came with a guttural noise halfway between a gasp and a whimper, hand still pumping as thick heat spilled across his abs, wrist, stomach. his thighs were trembling, whole body shaking, the pleasure rolling over him in uncontrollable, stuttering waves. he clenched the phone so tight it creaked in his palm.

your voice cut through the haze.

“…wait. are you—holy shit. were you jerking off?”

mark froze. his face was bright red, chest heaving, jaw slack as the last pulses of pleasure shook through him.

he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.

the silence stretched — the only thing in his room now was the sound of him breathing. hard and shallow. still a little shaky, his hand still cupped over the base of his cock, half-hard and twitching against his sticky palm.

the mess was cooling on his stomach, and he was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating somewhere between orgasm and panic.

“…mark?”

you sounded different now. not angry. not teasing. just… surprised. confused. and a little quieter. your voice had dropped half a note, softer in a way that made his throat close. mark swallowed.

his voice cracked when he finally said it :

“y-yeah.”

one word. barely more than a whisper.

he shifted in bed, feeling how damp the sheets were under his thighs, how raw his skin felt, sensitive to the air now. still holding the phone, mark let out a low, shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.

“i was. i… i was jerking off.”

silence.

god, he wanted to disappear. the shame was burning. he shut his eyes and dragged a hand down his face, fingers shaking slightly. his cock gave a small, involuntary twitch in his hand even now. he should’ve hung up. should’ve made up some lie. should’ve said anything else.

instead, he added : “i couldn’t stop thinking about your voice. it—fuck, it made it worse. better. i don’t know. i just—needed it.”

there was a pause on the other end. but this one felt different.

“…damn,” you finally said.

the word came out low, cautious.

mark’s breath caught. he squeezed his eyes shut.

“you’re mad,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “i get it, i’m—fucked up, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called—”

“no,” you cut in fast. “no, i’m not mad.”

mark blinked. “you’re… not?”

“i mean…” you hesitated. “that’s kinda… hot.”

mark sat up straighter, heart kicking into a full sprint again. “what?”

your voice was a little different now. lower. a little breathy. “you really called me… while you were doing that?”

mark nodded before realizing you couldn’t see it.

“y-yeah.”

he was still hard. somehow. his body didn’t know how to stop with you still on the phone, your voice suddenly filled with something heavier. curiosity? tension? hunger? whatever it was, it sparked like a live wire right in his chest.

“you… wanted to hear me that bad?” you asked.

and mark could picture the look on your face now — confused, pink-cheeked, maybe biting your lip the way you always did when you were trying to process something fast.

“i did,” mark whispered. “i wanted to imagine you in my ear. i already was. but when i actually heard you… i couldn’t stop. you sounded so warm. like—like you were laying next to me.”

“shit,” you mutter, your breath hitched now. “that’s…”

mark gripped the phone tighter. “what?”

“kind of really hot,” you admitted. “like, weirdly hot.”

something inside mark broke open at that.

his hand reflexively slid down over his cock again — not stroking yet, but holding it, grounding himself in sensation, in your voice and the feeling of still being on the edge, desperate for more. his stomach clenched, hips shifting under the blankets.

“are you…” he tried. “turned on right now?”

a soft exhale from you bedore you anwser.

“yeah.”

the sound mark made wasn’t even a word. just a needy gasp, like he’d been underwater and your answer let him breathe again. he rolled his hips forward a little into his palm, dragging his fingers lightly over the head of his cock. still sensitive. almost unbearable.

“can i come over?” you asked.

mark’s breath hitched. the thought was overwhelming, making his cock twitch even more.

“yes,” he said immediately, too fast, too eager. his voice cracked on it, raw and wet with want. “yes, please—fuck, i want you to.”

there was a pause — not hesitation, but heat. you were quiet for a second, and he could hear you shifting on the other end, probably sitting up now, heart racing like his.

“leave the door unlocked,” you said.

mark nodded again, even though you couldn’t see.

“hurry.”

he didn’t hang up.

[sandersstudies]

“They’re just looking for attention.”

Oh, a human being is seeking a social response? Human being, the social animal wired to make and track social connection? A human desires the vital blood that permitted their species to survive for millennia? The human being who was born completely helpless and primed in every way by nature to seek attention and help from their community?

Wow that’s crazy. How embarrassing. Humiliating even. Should we isolate them from community? Should we call Wire Mother?

[cyburrhyuvk]

———— • to: dearest tumblr user, felix ♡ cyburrhyuvk • ————

💌 happy valentine’s day

———— • from: anga ♡ ninety-nite-99 • ————

THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! i waasnt active on tumblr yesterday as i spent it with my boyfriend but seeing this in my inbox makes me so happy, i hope you received lots and lots of love yesterday and had a comfortable and relaxing day ^^ i love you tooooooo

[liv3laughlev]

HER FIRST TIME W YOU ★.⁗☕️⚬☆

content warnings: nsfw, gen neutral reader, modern au, sucrose getting head for the first time <3 (repost from wattpad)

author’s note: guys i love my wife so much 😊

masterlist !!

you found it adorable how shy sucrose was. she could barely handle it when you flirted with her in public, or if you partook in any PDA with her while in front of others, even holding hands.

so it wasn't any surprise that she nearly lost it the first time you were intimate with her.

"w-wait you don't have to if you don't want to.. it's dirty isn't it?" she spoke shyly as you rested between her thighs, gently massaging her skin as you looked up at her.

"love.. nothing is dirty when it comes to you.. let me make you feel good, yeah?" you spoke, looking at her with eyes that made it hard for her to say no, despite her shyness about the situation.

"okay.." she murmured, avoiding eye contact with you as she spread her thighs.

"that's it.. i'll make sure to make you feel really good, okay?" you reassured her as you gently tugged her shorts down, pulling her underwear off as well. your eyes flickered down to her arousal, your arousal building up as you saw how turned on she was.

"don't stare!" she whined, squeezing her thighs together. she had a shy pout on her face as she looked down at you. although when she saw the look of absolute desire in your eyes she parted her thighs for you.

"that's my girl.." you murmured as you gave her thighs sweet kisses, your fingers spreading her folds before you ran your tongue up her pussy, a little smirk on your face as you saw the way her face reddened as she let out little whimpers. "i want to hear you, okay? don't you dare hold back a single sound." you spoke as you traced your tongue on her clit, chuckling at the way she bit her lip.

sucrose gasped softly at the feeling of your tongue intruding her cunt, feeling you curl it inside her. "oh my g-god this is so embarrassing.." she whined as she hid her face, soft moans leaving her lips.

you glanced up at her, your thumb rubbing little circles on her clit. "do you want me to stop?" you asked, sucrose shaking her head in response.

"please don't stop.. it feels nice.." she muttered shyly, moaning as your tongue switched to mess with her clit, your hand busy gently pressing two fingers inside her. "my god— (name).. it feels too good.." she whimpered, her hands reaching to grip the sheets.

you raised an eyebrow as you curled your fingers, watching her body jolt in response. "jeez, ‘rose.. such a sensitive girl, hm?" you teased, "what if i did this.." you murmured mostly to yourself before you sucked at her clit, teasing her cunt with your fingers. you couldn't look at her at the moment, but you could hear every one of her soft whimpers and moans.

"i think- i think i'm close.." she moaned softly, struggling to even speak or think as she weakly cried out your name.

"go ahead and cum, my love.. i know you want it.." you muttered against her clit, continuing to suck on it as your fingers kept curling and stroking her pussy from the inside. "there you go.." you smirked as she came undone, crying out softly as your fingers helped her through her orgasm.

she panted softly, her cheeks dusted pink as you gave her thighs affectionate kisses. "that felt- really good.." she said softly, looking down to reach to play with her hair.

"yeah? that's good.. helps me know what you like for the next time," you said as you rested your head on her stomach, gently massaging her thighs to ease the slight ache they had from your previous grip on them.

[milk-moonbunnies]

It's Not Enough [seungcheol x reader]

synopsis: Seungcheol gets up in ittttt - no but fr [requested]

warnings: mdni, 18+, dom! Seungcheol, dirty talk, praise, after care, lube, fingering, toys, multiple orgasms, unprotected, cream pie, ass play, PWP

wc: 2.2K +

song I listened to: Worst Behavior x My Love - Aura$ (on repeat)

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

You always get so wet when Seungcheol stuffs you full.

He likes to take you on your hands and knees, your back arching and your pretty ass jutting out on full display for him. He takes his time to admire the way your legs already quiver in anticipation, his palms gliding up your inner thighs to get your legs spreading farther apart for him.

Your pretty pussy drips, hot and slick, after a few soft words of praise and mumbles of filth, he promises to do to you. He can see the way you clench, needy and pathetic, your fingers curling into the pillow in front of you as his fingers drag through your sweet folds. You’re already reduced to a mess, your whines resonating even louder as he rubs tight circles into your pulsing clit with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I got ya.” He coos, and your hips squirm when he finally slips a finger into your drooling cunt.

You take him easily, soaking his long digit with your honeyed slick, your velvety walls sucking him all the way to the knuckle and greedily wanting more. And Seungcheol obliges, the feeling of your gummy walls wrapped tightly around his digits enough to get his hand on your hip, squeezing tightly to keep you still.

He works you open like he has the whole night to do so. And it’s torturous how easily he has you seeing stars behind closed eyes. His fingers stuff you full, curling until the pads of his fingertips rub against the sweet spot that makes you keen. And then he abuses it, thumb pressing on your sensitive clit as he jabs over and over on the spongy spot, making your brain slowly melt until you're left gasping.

Your jaw slacks open, your eyes squeezing shut as your pussy gushes around his fingers. The pressure had built slowly, curling tighter in your stomach until it snapped, and Seungcheol never stops fingering you throughout it. He’s plunging through your fluttering walls, keeping you full and prolonging your high as he continues talking you through it.

“That’s it, get nice and wet f’me. Sweet pussy was just aching for me, huh?” He coos, and your tears linger on your eyelashes as you sniffle. Your thighs tremble, and your pussy answers for you when it squelches as he slips his fingers from you when your orgasm subsides.

It’s almost embarrassing how empty you feel when he’s not inside you, and a whine comes from the back of your throat as Seungcheol kneels over you. His big body covers yours as he reaches for the bedside table, and you can feel him laugh as your head drops onto the pillow weakly. “Such a greedy thing, aren’t ya? You think I’m done, Baby?” The burning warmth you feel on your ears is nothing compared to the way your pussy clenches at his words.

There is some shuffling and a weight beside your calf that grabs your attention before Seungcheol is leaning back on his knees behind you. Your pussy glistens with the remnants of your recent orgasm, and Seungcheol silently promises to taste you on his tongue later. Instead, his hands are grabbing your ass, spreading your cheeks apart until your other hole is on view.

Seungcheol hums, and without warning, plunges two digits into your sopping pussy again, letting your sweet juices heavily coat his fingers with a few short thrusts until he’s slipping those same fingers back out. He teases the tips of his shiny fingers around the rim of your asshole, and his other hand rubs up your back, keeping you arched for him. “Relax for me, I’m gonna make you feel nice and good.”

It’s a promise, and his lips pull up into a smirk when he’s able to push one finger in. It’s hot and tight, but you’re always so good for him, so he’s easily sinking to his knuckle after a few coaxing thrusts. And he leans down to give your spine a kiss in appreciation, a “good girl,” branded on your lower back with his lips as he preps you to take a second finger.

When you’re clenching around three fingers, your mind is mush. Your cunt drools heavily, aching to be full like your ass and your mindlessly rocking back onto Seungcheol with that need in mind. “Please, please,” you’re babbling, feeling his thumb teasingly tucked between your puffy, wet folds as he stretches you open. It feels so good you’re clutching to his pillow, your tears welling in your eyes as he fucks you slowly with his fingers.

“Does my pretty baby want more?” Your eyes roll back from his mockingly sweet tone, but you nod your head regardless, pushing back against him and making him scoff out a laugh. It takes a split second before you feel a zing across your left ass cheek, his palm connecting to your plush ass and making you jerk with a yelp. “Use your words, tell me what you need.”

Your mouth gapes, words failing you when he rubs the mark left on your skin from the slap, and you feel depraved that it made a new wave of slick seep from your pretty cunt. “Need you to fuck me, please. Need you.” Your confession burns a heat low in your stomach, and your fingers curl into the sheets when he slips from you entirely.

Your head is already fuzzy and light, and it takes a moment to realize you hear a cap pop off and the squirt of liquid drip out. The clear gooey lube splashes between your ass cheeks, dripping down to your needy pussy, and then another squirt echoes before you’re feeling the blunt object press against your lubed hole.

Seungcheol is warm and painfully hard as he holds the butt plug in his hand. The toy is firm, small at the tip, and only gets wider at the base. He had coated the red toy heavily in lube to make the insertion easier, and his eyes are hooded and filled with hunger as he circled the entrance of your small hole gently. He knew you’d be able to handle it, that you’d let him fill you up to your limits, that he’d make you feel so good you’d feel it days later.

“Always so good f’me,” he says, watching you preen at the compliment. The head of the toy pushes past the first gummy ring, bullying its way in until you’re swallowing the next inch. And Seungcheol’s cock jerks at the sight. Your ass getting stuffed by him or a toy was always a delicious sight to see. It never failed to make him lightheaded, watching you take everything he gave as he made a mess out of you.

He grabs the bottle of lube with his free hand, squirting more of the clear liquid around your rim and coaxing you to relax, to let him take care of you.

He thrust small inches in and out until the muscles of your body relax and the toy sinks deeper, the base slipping past and making you cry out as his palm held onto the suction cupped end of the toy loosely. He uses his free hand to grab your left ass cheek, spreading it apart to shamelessly watch the way you clench around the toy, your breath coming out in puffs as the tip of the toy brushes against a spot that makes you see colors behind closed eyelids.

And you barely register his low hum, teasingly tugging the toy before pressing his palm flat and grinding it deeper in your tight channel. “Oh fuck!” Your mouth drops, your toes curl, and a squeal slips from you that satisfies Seungcheol’s hunger for a second.

You looked so cute, shaking on your knees with a red silicone toy plugging you full, but Seungcheol promised to take care of you, and he meant it.

His cock is heavy in his hand when he guides it to your neglected pussy. From the time he took making you cum on his fingers to then working you open to take the plug, your pussy is slippery, wet and asking to be loved by him. Your clit pulses with need, your gooey slick glueing your wet folds together as he rubs his cock down your slit.

It’s maddening how good it feels. The heat of his thighs behind yours, his cock notching on your entrance as his pelvis presses against the suction end of the toy in your ass. You're drooling by the time Seungcheol grabs your hip to keep you in place, stars bursting all the way down to your toes when he finally surges forward.

You’re soaking, and it makes the slide in easy, your walls stretching to take his fat cock to the hilt. His heavy balls, filled with cum, kiss your clit in greeting, and Seungcheol can feel your gummy walls thin as he bottoms out. He can feel the plug barely separated by your walls, and it could make him levitate if it wasn’t for the fact that you do first.

The mushroom head of Seungcheol’s cock places a filthy kiss on your cervix, and your toes curl. His pelvis smacked into the plug when he bottomed out, and being stuffed in both your holes makes your vision whiten. Your pussy clamps around Seungcheol’s thick girth, and your body shudders as you orgasm with a cry.

Your tears stain the pillow as Seungcheol ruts his hips forward, moving his cock and therefore nudging the toy to fuck you through your second orgasm with praises of how good your pussy feels squeezing his cock. His hands hold your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust until your pretty pussy talks back filthily in response. “Fuck, can you feel me reaching your cervix, Baby?” Seungcheol’s head falls back, his eyes rolling as your cunt slobbers his cock with your creamy arousal.

The feeling of you taking him so well with the toy makes his cock twitch inside you, his thrusts picking up in pace as you let him fuck you into the bed. His hips smack into your ass, and the toy knocks into your sweet spot over and over again, and it’s too much. You're bracing against the mattress, reaching back to grab Seungcheol’s wrist as an anchor while he pounds into you. “It’s too much, I can’t-” your face forms a lewd expression, his arms wrapping under your shoulders to pull you up.

Your back arches, but Seungcheol holds you up from the mattress, bouncing you onto his length at a delirious pace. Your maw eases open in a surprised gasp. “Too much?” He tchs, his breath panting on the back of your neck as the new angle makes you see white, “I know what’s too much, and this-” his arms move and one wraps around the front of your stomach, keeping you up as his other arm snakes between your open legs. His hand slips between your trembling legs, and his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub while his teeth nip your neck teasingly. “This isn’t enough.”

A ringing pierces your ears as your body locks up, your scream getting snuffed into silence as your eyes roll to the back of your head for the third time. You squeeze his cock so tightly, Seungcheol’s entire body cringes, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he unexpectedly cums right after you do.

His cock jerks, splashing rope after rope of his creamy seed deep into your wet heat. Your cunt pulses in time with his cock’s twitches, milking him for every drop throughout your high. Wads of the gooey cum stick to your velvety walls, and your body slumps back against Seungcheol as the last ebbs of your orgasm take the rest of your energy from you.

Seungcheol rubs your sides, squeezing your breasts softly as his lips kiss your shoulder over and over. “Did so well for me,” he hums, fingers massaging your arms before he carefully slips from your tender cunt. Your wet folds are puffy and slicked with a mix of yours and his cum, and it seeps from your used pussy slowly as he lays you gently onto the bed again.

You lie there, on your stomach, blinking glossily at the picture of you and Seungcheol on your bedside table, dumb. You can hear him pad into the bathroom, the sound of the sink running briefly, before he’s back. He’s leaning over you, delicately cleaning your sensitive cunt with a wet rag. And when he throws the used rag into the dirty laundry basket, he slides into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

A kiss on your shoulder while he pulls you close has you realizing the toy is still stuffed in your ass, you give an experimental clench around the toy, and your moan is weak as Seungcheol rubs your shaking thighs comfortingly. “The toy-” you don’t get to finish the sentence before Seungcheol’s leg slips between yours, barely putting weight onto the toy but enough to keep it snug in your ass.

“I told you, it’s not enough.” He murmurs, and your pussy betrays you when it clenches pathetically around nothing. “Gotta keep you open for when I take you during round two.”

my bts mstrlst - svt mstrlst

[callali1y]

every time someones says "hey how are you" and i say "good" and forget to add the "how about you?" i feel like i've missed a quicktime event

[nibblingyushisear]

loan shark

seeing him live feels like joining a new religion. theo thoughts theo thoughts theo thoughts

cw: fem!reader, smut, sugar dynamic 😋, dom!theo, power play, role-playing, free use, impact play, cock worship, degradation

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Your boyfriend loves putting you to work. Sure, he treats you to fancy dinners, takes you on shopping trips, makes sure your nails and hair are done regularly, and even bought you a car for your last birthday. But he doesn't spend all this money on you just to get nothing but a simple "thank you" in return. In fact, he is the opposite of a "provider boyfriend", despite your girl friends trying to convince you otherwise.

"If you don't appreciate him, I'd be happy to switch places." Your friend joked, slapping your upper arm after you got off the phone with Taeyang. "Ignoring that I do love him, a lot..." You replied, sighing, shooting her a smile. "I am also participating in the relationship, you know? I am giving back." She snorted in response, shaking her head. "Y/N, he is paying your rent!" You took a sip from your drink, looking away. She continues. "I know you are a thoughtful and attentive girlfriend. But... let's face it, you got yourself a sugar daddy. On top of that, he is close to our age and really, really hot."

You can't actually disagree, especially with the last part, but she also doesn't know the whole truth. It's embarrassing, really. You couldn't tell anyone if you ever want to be taken seriously again. And you hope your boyfriend keeps his preferences to himself, too.

After wrapping up your coffee date with your friend, Taeyang expects you to hurry over to his place and get ready. You have his spare keys and know your way around his apartment, spending most nights with him and enjoying the privilege of being served your morning drink in bed. Looking at the clock on your phone, you realize it's only half an hour left until he gets back home from work. You step into the bathroom within minutes of your arrival, grabbing the velvety blue box he left for you in the hallway and taking it inside.

Luckily, it took him closer to 50 minutes to arrive, leaving you enough time to refresh your makeup. You can hear the door open and close swiftly, as you put your earrings back in. "Babe?" He calls out to you, sounding surprisingly relaxed. The way he was on your case over the phone made you think he’d had a stressful day. You pull up the white, slightly sheer fabric of your knee socks one last time and brace yourself. As you close the door behind you, you place the thin, black rod between your glossy lips. "Mhh" Taeyang grins, hanging his jacket onto a hook. "There you are, my pretty girl. Were you hiding from me?" You shake your head, placing your gloved hands obediently on your thighs as you fall to your knees. It's a bit chilly in the hallway, stepping out from the steamy bathroom. Your nipples harden at the temperature drop, pressing against the delicate lace of your bra. Your boyfriend musters you a moment, a playful glint in his eyes complimenting his pleased smile. A yawn overcomes him, prompting him to stretch his arms to his sides, bending his back a bit. His slim fitted shirt rides up and reveals the smooth skin below his belly button, a wispy trail of hair right in the center adorning his body. You shift your hips a bit, pressing your thighs closer together. All of this is embarrassing, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't worship your hot, devilish boyfriend.

As Taeyang relaxes again, he knocks his jacket off the hook with his fist, dropping it to the floor. This was intentional. "Ops." Clearly pretending, as he stares you down, standing just a few steps away from you. You pick up his cues. Not that you needed them to know when and how to act. It's your first time in this role, but the fact that you are serving him, without backtalk, has always been part of any dynamic. You crawl up to him, on all fours, locking your jaw as to not drop the leather-clad toy in your mouth. The bell of your choker gently chimes with every movement. You feel his attentive eyes on you, still wearing this mischievous grin. You pick up his jacket and stand back up, hanging it up where it belongs. Before you could turn back around, you feel his heavy hands engulfing your breasts, digging his clipped nails into the supple flesh. You can't help the whine escaping your throat, feeling your sensitive nipples softening again thanks to the warmth of his palms. He presses his upper body against yours, leaning down to set his chin against your bare shoulder. He rests a moment, listening to your soft whimpers as he fondles your tits. Skin burning from anticipation, as your heartbeat increases. You twitch as he removes one hand from you, wrapping it around the handle of the black crop you have brought to him. "Didn't you forget anything, sweet girl?" He whispers, tracing your throat with his nose as he makes his way up to your ear, gently pulling the long, slim rod of the whip from your mouth. "Welcome home, Taeyang-ssi." You reply, laying on a cheerful tone in attempt to mask the slight tremble in your speech. He nods, pleased with your choice to address him formally. "I was just about to say..." His voice dropped an octave or two, as he is practically breathing in your ear. "How was your day?" You inquire, breath hitching as you feel the flat side of the cool, leather square of Taeyangs crop caress your thighs, applying pressure where your two legs meet. You didn't notice how hard you squeezed them together, obediently spreading them upon understanding his request. "Well, there was a lot to do." He sighs, placing a small kiss on your hairline, above your ear. The hand on your boob rises up to your neck, playing with the lace of your choker, pulling at it to let it snap back against your throat. The crop glides flatly against the thin skin of your inner thigh, up towards your heat. "You know, multiple projects with loose ends that needed to be wrapped up." He continues. The edge of the whip presses against the thin fabric of your underwear, hidden under the fluff of the short petticoat you are wearing. He nestles it between your clothed folds and slowly drags it back and forth, grazing your clit. Stimulating you, edging you, slick pooling in your pussy. You feel his growing bulge against your backside. "But we got it all done, thank God." He finishes, whispering in your ear. As he drops the rod, stopping your pleasure. You whine in contempt, making him chuckle. You immediately shudder at the cold of the hallway, the moment Taeyang fully lets go of you, allowing you to finally turn around and look up at him, with pleading eyes. It's criminal how sexy his lopsided grin is. "I'm glad everything worked out well for you." You tell him, earnestly. He sucks a bit of his bottom lip between his teeth, as he raises his free hand and pats your cheek gently. The smile he shows you is earnest, too. He lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger, and places a sweet kiss on your pouted, glossy lips.

"I didn't have dinner yet." Taeyang mumbles into your mouth, as he gives you a second, deeper smooch. "But before you kindly fix me some..." He begins, tilting the whip away from you, allowing him to hoist up your skirt with both hands, revealing your already soaked panty to him. You whine, close your eyes in embarrassment. He has seen you, he has fondled, kissed, bit and fucked your naked body more times than you can count. But wearing this skimpy maid skirt and bra in front of him, hell, wearing any of the ridiculous outfits he puts you in, and having him pull, adjust, and tear away any piece of fabric at any given time is probably never going to stop to be humiliating. "Let's get rid of your dirty clothes, right?" You aren't looking at his face, but you can hear his amusement. "I can't have my cute little servant run around with soaked undergarments like this." As you muster up the courage to finally open your eyes again, you directly look into his. He has observed you, noting all of your facial expressions. Your furrowed brow, the jitter in your eyes, your flatly pressed lips. However, he can also see how your body reacts, to his low voice and playful demands. To his absolute authority over you. Your knees shake slightly, while rocking your hips the tiniest bit. The temperature of your cheeks and neck increase, giving away that it's no longer just the chillness keeping your nips hard. You're turned on.

"Hold this." He demands, gesturing to the skirt. You obey, using both hands to pick up all the fabric. "We don't need this anyway." Taeyang comments, as he loops the strings of your panty around his thumbs and pulls it down your legs, allowing you to step out of it. As he nods, pleased, you let the skirt fall back into place, hiding your naked pussy again. He pushes the underwear into the pocket of the small apron on your skirt, and gently pats your butt with the crop. It doesn't inflict any pain over the cushion of your petticoat, it's more of a gesture for you to start moving. And you do, straight into the kitchen to cook him something to eat, throwing the underwear into the laundry basket on your way.

While you were preparing dinner, your boyfriend got comfortable. He showered, changed into a pair of cozy slippers, some sweatpants, a wife beater and sat down on the coach, watching the news. Even though he has a set of round chairs at the counter in the kitchen, you know he prefers to come down after work in the living room. So, you bring the food to him, placing everything neatly on the short coffee table in front of him. "Looks delicious." Taeyang praises you, as you set down his set of utensils. Your heart skips a beat. This man has you fully wrapped around his fingers. "Did you eat with your friend?" He looks up at you, noticing you didn't fix yourself a plate and chopsticks, as you stand hesitantly next to the coach, playing with your fingers. You shake your head. "We just got a drink." He raises his eyebrow at you with a neutral expression, waiting for your next move before digging in. You get shy, thinking about what you planned on asking next. It has become the norm to eat dinner together, regardless if you are role-playing or not. He would never let you go hungry and you know it. But, you realized while cooking, that you very much enjoy tonights dynamic. Especially compared to any pet-related role, it can get frustrating to not be allowed to talk. Therefore, you decide to become a good, submissive maid for him and show he gets to have more fun too, if you are able to run your mouth.

You fold your hands together, looking down at the carpet. "I apologize for being so crude." You lower your voice, stomach churning from humiliation, feeling your clit pulsate, slick cooling between your thighs. "May I eat with you, Taeyang-ssi?" You watch him through your lashes as he leans back and pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a big grin, showing his teeth, plastered on his otherwise soft features. He doesn't reply with words, just waves his hand in direction of the kitchen, prompting you to quickly gather the plate, drink and utensils you already prepared. You don't sit next to him on the coach, like you usually would, but you sit on the floor, still in arms-reach. His legs are no longer crossed, but spread widely, perfectly showing off his thick, semi-hard on.

You stop him from instinctively adding food to your plate, by taking the serving spoon in one hand and his plate into the other. You only start to eat after he already took a few bites of the meal, complimenting you again for the taste. The two of you make idle conversation about your respective days, TV running faintly in the background. You keep up your formal speech and mostly listen, only answering when prompted. Afterwards, you clean up the table, organize the leftovers in tupperware and put the dirty dishes and pans inside his dish washer. Upon your return, Taeyang shuts off the news. He hasn't left his spot on the coach, his left leg bouncing, arms crossed. You can tell that he can no longer keep it together, by the look of the tight strain in his sweats, by the pained expression on his face.

"Are you not feeling well, sir?" You cry out, pretending to be innocent, not to see the tent in front of you. You drop to your knees, nestled perfectly between his spread tighs. "How can I assist you?" You swallow, big eyes looking up at him. He shakes his head with a grin. "You know how, honey." Adjusting the headband crowning your hair, leaning forward and whispering, locking eyes with you. "That's what I bought you for."

It feels like he just shut you off. Your brain short-circuted, your mouth runs dry. He's playing, at least you assume he is, but this hit closer to home than you would have anticipated. This was demeaning, and a bit tone-deaf considering your arrangement. You can't help but shudder, feeling your hole clench around nothing, cold from being exposed this entire time. Your clit throbs at his hot, lopsided smile returning to his face. Just on cue, your mouth begins to rehydrate itself, as your boyfriend, your master for tonight, shoves off his sweats and boxers in one go. Did he pavlov you, too? "Go on." His voice snaps you back from your thoughts, his cock twitching deliciously in your face. "If you do it well, you even get to keep my cum." His voice got quiet towards the end too, you can't tell why that is. His amused look gone, but his eyes are fully fixated on you. You see something different in them, but you can't put your finger on it.

Having re-applied your lippies after eating, you take the opportunity to place a few kisses on his upper thighs, painting the skin around his dick in the faint hue of your gloss. He groans at the teasing, gathering your hair and fixating your head by grabbing you by the roots. In one long stripe, you trace your flattened tongue up his shaft, placing more wet smooches on his already deep pink tip. You worship his cock with your lips and tongue, drawing circles around his sensitive head and massaging his balls with your hands, wearing your gloves again, after taking them off to cook. Your mind is fully consumed by your boyfriend, feeling foggy, hot and sensitive. His groans, heavy breathing and occasional whimpers send electric bolts right between your legs, a tense ball growing in your lower body. Your cunt hurts from being turned on so long, with no one giving it at least some faint stimulation. The salty taste of his precum coats your mouth, as you finally take the tip of his dick between your lips. He throws his head back with a grunt, not giving you a second to prepare as he pushes your head down to fuck his thick length past the roof of your mouth. You yelp, taking a moment to breath through your nose, tears immediately welling up in your eyes at the burn in your throat. "Fuck, that's it." He moans at the sensation. "You really are my dumb, devoted maid, huh?" He raises your head slightly by your hair, just to slam it back down, your nose pushed against his pubic area. The smell of his body wash clouds your senses even further. "You have always been, doing all the perverted things I tell you to without any back talk." He continues, picking up the pace, roughly pounding into the textured walls of your throat. Your bell jingeling with every stroke. "And you fucking like all of this. My money hungry slut." Spit runs down the sides of your mouth, tears fall down your cheeks and snot collects in your nose. You could no longer keep your eyes open, only submit to him, get your face wrecked by his dick. It only takes a few more strokes until he cums deep inside you in sticky ropes, pulling you off by the hair one last time. You gasp for air, as you instinctively hold your neck. He pulls his sweats up and watches you collect your self, getting down from the high of finally breathing again, bright teeth grinning down on you. You cough one last time, before facing him again. You definitely are a sight to see. Eyelashes clumbed together from crying, red eyes, makeup smudged, your hair sticking up in the direction he pulled it to, wet mouth, spit covering your tits. You didn't even realize he took the crop back into his hand, until he glides the flat side across your tear-streaked cheek. "Go and fix yourself." He urges you, swinging the whip back and slapping it across your face. It stings, a lot, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as you whimper. He didn't go as hard as he could have, though. "It's late, we're going to bed."

You hiss as you pick yourself up with weak legs, putting Taeyang at an eye-level with your soaked heat. Your legs are shining at this point, from the wet mess that found no end dribbling down, with nothing inbetween to stop it. Eyes pleading, tired, so horny, as you look at him, hands folded in front of you. He snickers, ruthlessly pulls up your skirt in one swift motion and strikes your cunt a few times with the crop. Not nearly as hard as your face, but with just enough impact to blurr the lines between pain and pleasure. You whine, weakly trying to stop his spanking with your hands. "You actually thought that you get your pussy played with, huh?" He laughs, standing up, physically proving you who the one in charge is. He continues, looking down at your frail, shaking form.

"I already payed you enough for this shit. Now wash up."

[hoshifighting]

jihoon as your sneaky link!

why jihoon is the perfect lowkey hang guy (according to the voices in my head).

WARNINGS: fem!reader (emphasis in a feminine presence in his life), kind of friends to hook up, smut, body fluids (cum), masturbation (f. & m.), fingering, blowjob, penetration, creampie, semi-public sex, spanking, vibrators, will make you rethink your standards, will ruin casual relationships for you. 4.4k words.

A/N: his is a drabble, not a fic btw, it’s messy, rushed, and honestly kinda poorly written, so, please lower your expectations 😭 i’m trying to come back slowly after a long hiatus. i’ve been working a lot lately n got married (that’s the reason i disappeared for so long). sorry for going quiet with no updates, truly, and thank you for sticking around anyway!! i missed y’all so fucking much, i swear. hope you still enjoy this little thing 🖤 THE BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

jihoon is literally the perfect person to sneak around with in a big friend group or even at work/college, and it’s actually insane how nobody talks about it properly. like when you’ve got a whole damn crowd around you 24/7; people loud as fuck, always touching your stuff, always opening doors without knocking, always asking “where you going?” like they’re the damn FBI.

if you ever wanted something secret, something private, something that feels more intimate, you’d pick jihoon every single time, trust me, because he’s not messy with it. he’s not loud. he’s not showy. he’s not that annoying type that needs everyone to know he’s getting some pussy. he’s quiet, discreet, and the scariest part is he’s so naturally like that, it doesn’t even feel like he’s hiding. it just feels like he’s existing in his own world. 

and it’s not even giving “i’m a bad boy, i’ll ruin your life bc im cold” either. i know people love forcing that “cold” vibe onto him, but it’s so fucking fake. if you’re already part of the group, if you’re not some random outsider trying to insert yourself, he’s not gonna treat you like a disposable secret. he’d treat you like a choice, like it’s not just convenience. 

you should tell when someone’s just bored versus when someone actually wants you. and jihoon it’s the type that can look bored at everything in the world and still make you feel picked out like you’re the only thing in the room that makes sense.

it starts small, it’s you two sharing the same couch after everyone’s done screaming and laughing, the air smelling like ramen cups and energy drinks and that weird body spray someone keeps overusing. you’re tired, you’re scrolling on your phone pretending you’re not watching him from the corner of your eye. he’s got that calm face on, like nothing reaches him, like everything slides off.

but then you notice how he does notice things. the tiniest shit. you shifting your leg. you huffing because somebody left the window open and now it’s freezing. you rubbing your temple like you’ve got a headache. he doesn’t ask “are you okay?” just makes it better in the quietest way possible, like he’s patching you up without letting anyone catch him doing it.

and you’re sitting there thinking, god, this is exactly why he’d be perfect for secret anything. because he doesn’t make it a production. you could literally disappear with him for ten minutes and no one would realize it was a thing. it would just look like life happening. “oh, jihoon went to grab something.” “oh, y/n went to the bathroom.” nobody would connect the dots because jihoon doesn’t leave crumbs. he’s not that guy getting cocky and walking back into the room with that smug look on his face like “yeah i just did that.” noooooo absolutely not. he walks back in like he never left, like nothing happened, like he’s always been sitting there like he’s the safest liar you’ve ever met, except it doesn’t even feel like lying because he’s not doing it to hurt anyone. 

and honestly, if you ever got into that kind of situation with him, some little after-hours slip, some “we should go somewhere quieter” moment, you wouldn’t even feel scared. not in a bad way. you’d feel that buzzy, stupid adrenaline like you’re in on a secret joke with the universe. the kind that makes your skin feel too tight, like you’re wearing your own body wrong,, you’d be walking behind him down a hallway that’s too bright, past a bunch of doors that all look the same, thinking about how ridiculous this is because you’re literally just walking and yet it feels filthy. it feels like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to, just because he’s the one leading the way and he’s not saying shit about it. 

and you know what would absolutely fuck you outt? it wouldn’t be some big dramatic move. it’d be the quiet stuff, like him stopping in front of a door, checking behind him out of habit, and you realizing he’s doing it for you. like he’s making sure you’re safe before anything else. and you’d hate that you love it, because it’s way too intimate for something you’re pretending is casual, it’s way too boyfriend-coded for a situation that’s supposed to be nothing.

and i truly don’t think he’d have the courage to look you dead in the face and go “this is just sex, don’t catch feelings.” like… be so serious. jihoon? saying that out loud? absolutely not. he’d rather chew glass. he’d rather stare at the wall and quietly suffer. because if it’s you, if you’re already part of his everyday, already someone he trusts enough to be around when he’s tired and unfiltered, he’s not going to want to reduce you to nothing, do you get me?

he might try to act like it’s simple at first, like it’s contained, like it’s just a fun little secret you both keep tucked away. but he’s a romantic man, i’m sorry, i KNOW it in my bones. he’s the type that gets attached in the most inconvenient way possible, like a song getting stuck in your head. he won’t admit it until it’s already too late, until he’s already thinking about you when you’re not there, already noticing your absence like it’s a missing piece of his routine.

because you’re different in his life. you’re not one of the boys, and that matters, not in a weird gender-war way, but in a real, human way. there’s something about the way you exist that changes the air around him. you bring this female caring energy (without momming ofc), this vividness that doesn’t feel loud but feels warm, like a lamp turned on in a dark room. you notice when he’s quiet for too long. you offer him the last bite of something without making it a big deal. you ask him if he ate. you tease him in a way that doesn’t embarrass him. you look at him like he’s not just “jihoon from the group” but like he’s a whole person. and that kind of attention, that kind of softness, sticks to him, it worms its way into his life and makes a little nest there.

so yeah, if you start sneaking around with him, it wouldn’t be this explosive, messy, public thing. it’d be small, it’d look like nothing from the outside, but it would feel like everything when you’re inside it.

it’d be late, everyone half-asleep or distracted, some dumb movie playing in the background that nobody’s actually watching. and you’d catch him watching you instead, just for a second, just that quick flick of his eyes, and it would hit you like a punch; oh, maybe he wants me?? not like a random urge. like a choice he’s making over and over. and you’d feel your stomach drop because you’d realize you want him too, in that stupid, greedy way that isn’t just about seeex. 

and the secret would become this thing you carry around all day like a little spark in your pocket. you’d be standing in the kitchen with the others, nodding along to some conversation you don’t care about, and you’d feel jihoon behind you, close enough that you can sense him without turning around. he wouldn’t touch you, obviously, he’s not reckless. but the suspense would be there anyway, humming under your skin, and it would be so fucking hot, honestly, because nothing’s happening and yet everything is happening. your brain would be screaming, your face would be neutral, and he’d be acting normal like he’s not the reason your thoughts are filthy as hell.

and then when you finally get a moment alone again ,just a sliver of privacy, it would feel like exhaling after holding your breath all day. like you can finally be real for five seconds. and he’d still be quiet and calm. but the second you’re close enough, it would be obvious; he’s been thinking about it too, he’s been holding it in too, he just does it better than anyone else!!

and that’s why he’s perfect for it. because he can keep a secret without making you feel like one.

he’d let you invade his routine in the softest ways, he’d make room for you like it’s accidental, like it’s nothing, but suddenly you’re always there, your charger plugged into his outlet, your hair tie on his wrist, your hoodie on his chair. and he wouldn’t say “stay.” he wouldn’t even ask tbh, he’d just keep leaving the door open for you, again and again, until you realize you’re not sneaking around anymore. 

and since you know i'm not the best with fluffs, here's the SEX part you've been waiting for; 

jihoon would never rush it, that’s the first thing you gotta understand. he’d take his sweet fucking time even when the clock’s ticking and the rest of the dorm could BARGE in any second. he’d have you backed up against the wall in some random empty bathroom while everyone enjoyed the airbnb your group of friend rented for the weekend, your back pressed to the cool tiles, legs already shaking before he even touches you properly.

he’d start slow, always. hand sliding up your thigh under your skirt, the tip of his fingers dragging lazy circles on the inside until you’re squirming. “stay still,” he’d mutter quietly, not even looking at your face yet, just watching his own hand disappear under the fabric. he’d hook your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off, because why waste time when he already knows exactly how wet you are for him.

and you would be dreeenched. he’d feel it the second his fingertips brush your folds, slick, hot, coating him immediately. he wouldn’t say anything about it at first, just let out this quiet, almost annoyed little breath like he can’t believe how easy you get for him. then he’d drag those two fingers up, collecting all that wetness, spreading it over your clit in the slowest, softest circles. not pressing hard, just gliding, teasing the hood, letting your own slick make everything slippery and obscene.

jihoon would watch your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, lips parted just enough that you can see the tip of his tongue when he swallows. he’d notice every twitch, how your hips jerk when he circles just right, how your breath hitches when he drags the pad of his middle finger flat over the swollen little bud. and when your clit’s already hard, puffy, standing out like it’s begging, he would get mean in the gentlessst way possible.

he’d focus right on the tip. that tiny, hypersensitive peak. using just the lightest pressure, barely there, feather-soft, rubbing tiny, tight circles with the very tip of his finger, using your own wetness to make it glide smooth. no rough friction, no pinching.

you’d feel that hot agony that’s almost too much, the kind that makes your thighs clamp around his wrist even though you’re dying for him to keep going. he’d feel you clench around nothing, see your back arch off the wall, and he’d still keep that exact same rhythm, eventhough you are moving a lot. “breathe,” he’d whisper, free hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw like he’s soothing you through the torture. but he doesn’t stop, actualyl he NEVER stops when you’re like this.

jihoon would lean in then, lips brushing your ear. “you’re dripping down my wrist, feel that?” he’d let his fingers slide inside, just enough to push it all back inside you, slow and a bit shallow, barely two knuckles deep, while his thumb stays glued to your clit, still working that tiny point in the same feather-light circles. the contrast would fit perfectly; the stretch of his fingers filling you up, the maddening tease on your clit.

your knees would buckle. you’d grab his shoulders, nails digging in, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. that great, curling agony would hit, making your vision blur and your breath come in pathetic little gasps. he’d feel you start to flutter around his fingers, walls pulsing, and that’s when he’d finally press just a fraction harder on your clit, still light, but enough to tip you over.

“let it happen, hm?” he’d murmur, voice so fucking calm while you’re falling apart. “i’ve got you.” and he would. he’d keep rubbing through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking, whimpering into his neck, thighs trembling so bad he has to pin you against the wall with his body so you don’t slide down.

also,, jihoon would be the absolute fucking menace when you're stuck in those tight spots, like crammed in a van on a road trip with the whole crew, or holed up in some shitty hotel room where the walls are paper-thin and your friends are giggling in the next room over. he thrives on that shit, the risk of getting caught without actually blowing the cover. he'd wait until everyone's dozing off or distracted, maybe during a late-night drive when the music's low and the highway hums under the tires, or after lights out when the only sounds are snores and muffled whispers.

he'd start subtle, always. sliding his hand over your thigh under the blanket in the back seat, fingers inching higher while he stares out the window like he's lost in thought while he is feeling you tense up because you know exactly where this is going. “relax,” he'd whisper, lips brushing your ear as he leans in like he's just adjusting his seat. his fingers would dip under your shorts or skirt or pants or idk, no rush, just tracing the seam of your panties until you're shifting, trying not to make a sound.

and here's where he gets nasty as hell, he'd never hush those wet sounds. fuck no. he'd tease you on purpose, dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting that slick that's already building because let's be real, being this close to him in secret always gets you going. he'd circle your clit lightly at first, then dip inside, curling just enough to make you clench, and that's when it starts; that obscene, creamy schlk schlk schlk every time he pumps in and out. loud enough in the quiet space that your face burns, but he fucking loves it. his eyes would flick to yours. 

if you try to clamp your thighs shut to muffle it, he'd pry them back open with his free hand, shaking his head slightly. “don't,” he'd mutter, holding your gaze so you can't look away. he'd keep that rhythm going, fingers fucking into you deeper, wetter, making sure every thrust pulls out that filthy, squelching noise, like your pussy's betraying you right there in front of everybody. 

and if you're traveling solo with him, he'd amp it up. pull you into his lap in the hotel bed, sheets tangled, and fuck you slow and deep, no condom because why bother. he'd grind in balls-deep, stirring his cum inside you from the last round, turning it all creamy and messy, that schlk turning into a full-on sloppy symphony.

he'd hold his moans back, biting his lip until it's white, jaw clenched tight so only these quiet, guttural grunts slip out. but if you get too loud, gasping or whimpering, his hand would clamp over your mouth firm but gentle, fingers pressing just enough to remind you. “shh, y/n,” he'd breathe, eyes locked on where he's disappearing inside you, mesmerized by the way your wetness coats him, strings of it pulling every time he draws back. the wet smacks, the creamy churn, he'd never try to drown them out. he'd slow down on purpose sometimes, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back in and make it echo louder, like he's moaning through the noise itself, each one pulling a stifled groan from his throat.

if u get ashamed, he'd eat that up. he'd see it on your face, cheeks flushed, eyes squeezing shut like you can't handle how embarrassing it is, how your body's so loud and needy, and it'd turn him on more. “look at you,” he'd whisper, free hand tilting your chin so you have to watch too, “so fucking wet for me, can't even hide it.” he'd tease you mercilessly, thumb rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts to make you gush even more, if it's a creampie situation, he'd pull out halfway through your orgasm just to watch his cum mix with yours, then push back in slow, savoring the extra gush that comes with it, like he's painting you from the inside.

jihoon would never fake like he hates it. 

another thing is that i think jihoon would lose his entire fucking mind the second you drop to your knees in his studio. door locked, purple light on, beats paused mid-loop because he can’t focus anymore with you looking up at him like that. he’d be slouched in his chair, legs spread just enough, sweatpants pushed down to mid-thigh, cock already hard and leaking because you’d been teasing him for the last hour with little touches and glances while he tried to work.

your hand wrapped around him, stroking lazy and firm, thumb swiping over the tip to spread the precum. but the real shit starts when you dip lower. when you cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling how heavy and tight they are. jihoon would suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, head tipping back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a second like he’s trying not to come right then. 

“fuck… yeah, right there,” he’d mutter, one hand sliding into your hair, fingers flexing like he needs something to ground himself. you’d lick a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, then take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, but you’d keep playing with his balls the whole time, squeezing lightly, tugging just enough to make his hips twitch, massaging them in slow circles while you bob your head.

that gets him… inspired? not just the wet heat of your mouth, though that’s already killing him. it’s the attention to his balls, the way you cradle them like they’re just as important, the soft hum you make when you feel them draw up tighter. he’d start breathing harder, little choked-off sounds slipping out despite how hard he tries to stay quiet. 

sometimes he wouldn’t even let you finish him with your mouth. he’d pull you off gently, hand replacing yours on his cock, jerking himself fast and sloppy while you keep fondling his balls, pressing your lips to the sensitive skin right above them, kissing and licking while he watches you with dark, blown-out eyes. the sight of you down there, devoted, shameless, worshipping that part of him, he’d come hard, spilling over his fist and your fingers, thighs shaking, a quiet, broken “fuck” punched out of him.

after, he’d just sit there panting, staring at you like you rewired his brain. he’d pull you up into his lap, kiss you messy and grateful, muttering against your mouth, “you have no idea what you just did to my next track.” because hes somehow already hearing it in his head, som slow, filthy bassline, heavy and pulsing, inspired by the way you made him feel completely fucking owned in the best way.

also, i think jihoon isn’t the type to walk around with a mile-long list of kinks and fetishes tattooed on his brain. he doesn’t need a whole playbook of crazy shit to get off. most days, just the sight of you with hair messy, lips swollen from kissing, thighs trembling because you’re already soaked just from grinding on his lap, is more than enough to make him hard and horny!!

but the second you whisper something you’re curious about, something that makes your cheeks burn when you say it out loud, he doesn’t even blink. no judgment, no “really? that’s your thing?” he just nods once, and goes, “okay. show me what you want.”

vibrators? he’d pull one out of the drawer like he’s had it waiting, lube already on the nightstand because he’s always prepared. he’d hold it against your clit while he fucks you slow and deep, watching your face the whole time, adjusting the speed until you’re arching and whining his name. spanking? he’d flip you over his knee without a word, palm warm and heavy, starting light and building until your ass is pink and stinging and you’re dripping down your thighs. he’d rub soothing circles after every few smacks, kissing the back of your neck.

he’d try anything once if it’s something you’re into; bondage, edging, roleplay, even the weirder stuff you’re too shy to google. he’d ask questions quietly beforehand: “how hard? how long? tell me if it’s too much.” and he’d stop the second you tap out, no questions, no guilt-tripping, just pull you into his chest and holding you until your breathing evens out.

and i just know his after care is the best of the best. he’s not performative about it, he doesn’t make a whole production. he’d reach for the wet wipes he keeps right there on the nightstand, warm ones because he thought ahead and popped them in the microwave for ten seconds. he’d clean you up so gently, wiping between your thighs, your stomach, anywhere that’s sticky, while you’re still boneless and floating. if you slump right after, too fucked out to move, he’d just tuck the blanket around you, kiss your forehead, and grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. “drink a little, baby,” he’d say, voice soft, holding it to your lips until you take a few sips.

sometimes he’d even give up his own shit just to make sure you’re happy. like that one time you mentioned offhand that you hate sleeping in complete darkness because it makes you anxious; he started leaving the little desk lamp on low, even though he usually needs pitch black to crash after late nights. or when you said you get cold easy after sex, he’d pull out an extra hoodie, his favorite black one, and drape it over you before you even ask. he’d let you steal his pillow because you like the way it smells like him, even if it means he’s contorting himself around you all night.

he’d skip his usual post-sex shower if you’re clingy and just want to be held, staying sticky and sweaty with you curled against his chest. he’d even pause his music production for the night if you’re in the mood to talk or cuddle instead of him disappearing into the studio. “i can finish the track tomorrow,” he’d mumble into your hair, arms tight around you like letting go isn’t an option.

if things go riiight, jihoon would be so fucking exclusive the second he realizes he actually likes you, not just the surface-level, you’re hot and fun shit.

it wouldn’t be dramatic, no big declarations, no posting cryptic lyrics on his insta story. but hed realize with the way he stops replying to flirty dms overnight. the way his phone stays face-down when you’re around because he doesn’t want you thinking there’s anyone else pulling his attention. he’d delete dating apps without a word, not because he’s trying to prove something, but because the thought of even scrolling through them feels pointless when you’re right there.

sex with him would hit different because of that exclusivity. every time he touches you, it’s like he’s saying “this is only for you.” he’d look at you like you’re the only person in the world who’s ever made him feel this way, eyes soft but burning, hands mapping your body like he’s memorizing it for keeps. he’d whisper your name against your skin like it’s sacred, like saying it out loud is a privilege he doesn’t give anyone else. and when he’s inside you, slow and deep, holding eye contact, it’s sooo “i chose you and i’m not choosing anyone else” way.

you’d feel exclusive down to your bones. the way he remembers exactly how you like to be touched, the little spots that make you gasp, the rhythm that makes your toes curl. he’d never rush, never half-ass it, because to him, time with you is rare and precious! even if it’s quick and sneaky in the studio or the back of a car, he makes sure you come first, always, like it’s his personal mission.

and here’s the mature part that i absolutely LOVE about him; he wouldn’t pressure you for more. if you’re not ready to date date, if you just want this secret, steady thing that’s yours and his, he’d hold it for years without complaint. no guilt trips, no “what are we?” ultimatums. hed just keep showing up the same way he was from the very beginning, reliable, attentive, exclusive. texting you goodnight even if he’s halfway across the world on tour. sending you random voice notes of beats he made that remind him of you. slipping into your bed at 3am after a long day, wrapping around you without needing to talk about it. it’d be this unspoken agreement that you’re each other’s safe place, no labels required.

but if one day you decide you do want more? if you look at him across the room and think “fuck, i want this for real”? he’d try. god, he’d try so hard. he’d sit you down, quiet and serious, and say “i’ve been waiting for you to be ready. if you want this, i’m all in.” and it would be awesome. he’d be the boyfriend who plans lowkey dates that feel like home; late-night drives, studio sessions where you fall asleep on his couch, cooking together at 2am because neither of you can sleep. he’d hold your hand in public without hesitation, introduce you to his family like you’ve always been there, make space in his life like you were always meant to fit.

either way…whether it stays this beautiful, mature, exclusive secret for years, or turns into something official, he\d make you feel chosen. every. single. day. 

[clatchetuniversity]

May we all have a healthy, sensual, and orgasmic sex life in 2026!

[kiwibaby-rg]

Either or

Xikers 18+

Smut mdni

Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?

Which would each member prefer??

Warning: Minors do not interact!! Unprotected sex (please be safe). I’m too lazy to check for anything else😭

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ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Minjae ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Kitchen counter. Hear me out. Usually he would have you just sit at the edge of the counter but I feel like Minjae would full on have you laying on the counter. (I’m imagining like a spacious kitchen island) fucking you in the middle of the kitchen as if he’s doing it in the comfort of your bed. Will definitely end with some unplanned bumps and bruising.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Junmin ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Couch. You’re straddling him in a big bear hug on the couch. Comfort in each others arms. You’re holding each others hands in front of you as he is absolutely baffled by your beauty. You feel him get hard and it results in you riding him and marking him all over his neck and chest resulting in a second round. He will definitely pay you back as he lays you down for some long love making.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Sumin ੈ𑁍༘⋆

On top of the dryer. I think the though of you guy having a cleaning day at your shared house and he just happened to see you bending over taking out the laundry and he can’t help himself. He makes his way to you and just embraces you as he’s already leaving open mouth kisses across your neck. Next thing you know you’re sitting on top of the dryer as he’s thrusting into you. Laundry long forgotten about.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Jinsik ੈ𑁍༘⋆

On top of the dryer. I can just imagine you guys doing laundry together. He’s folding the dry laundry as you reload the washer and something just possessed him when he saw you. Knowing that this was exactly the future he wanted with you. He drags you close to him as he connects your lips. Not long after lifting you on the dryer. Even though it’s a bit uncomfortable you don’t even realize he’s already got you on your third orgasm on the dryer.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Hyunwoo ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Couch. There’s nothing better for him than seeing you on top of him. The feeling of you sinking down on him. The warmth and the close view of your face. The easy access to your neck and boobs as he holds your hips tightly. Not wanting you to stop. Every time you separate from the open mouth kisses he can’t help but look at you. The way you throw your head back and bite your bottom lip the same way he did just moments earlier. He really can’t get enough. Delicious.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Junghoon ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Couch. Just something very easy and comfortable. He just loves when you ride him and to be honest he doesn’t really mind not having to put much work into it but don’t think he won’t be complimenting and praising you throughout the whole thing. Running his hand up and down your sides and massaging your hips. Kneading at your boobs. You best believe that if he senses you get a bit tired he’s taking over. Flipping you around and making sure you get your orgasm. Maybe even giving you multiple if you ask him.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Seeun ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Kitchen counter. Having you sitting on the kitchen counter as he is the perfect height to fuck you right then and there turns him on so much. Not to mention it’s the perfect angle to hit that spot that get you both feeling dizzy. Which might result in you both cumming pretty fast but that’s definitely not stopping you guys from going again until you see stars.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Yujun ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Couch. I feel like you and Yujun having sex always starts with watching a movie. Something about feeling your warmth on his body just always reminds him of how much he loves you. It always start sweet with small kisses then some roaming hands and groaning then always end the same with him slowly dragging his length in and out of you. Sometimes not even fully getting you undressed. Just moves your short and panties to the side. Always making you feel like you’re in heaven.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Hunter ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Kitchen counter. Obviously he’s gonna be in the kitchen cooking something up and you’re gonna be keeping him company as you sit on the counter and conversate with him. He’s waiting as his food cooks and he’s standing right in front of you, looking at you with the most loving look as you just talk about who knows what. He can’t hold himself back and definitely can’t stop himself from continuing. You share long, lustful, open mouth kisses as he makes love to you on that kitchen counter. Definitely very sweet and gentle and constantly asking if you are comfortable. If you aren’t he may just pick you up and fuck you against the nearest wall. Probably forgetting about his food cooking but he doesn’t really care about that anymore.

ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Yechan ੈ𑁍༘⋆

Oh he’s a freak. So all 3. Loves when you ride him on the couch when no one is home. Definitely loves to grab your ass and squeeze it. In both the kitchen counter and the dryer he loves to have you bent over as he fucks you from behind. Loves to pull your hair a bit as he make sure you’re listening to what he’s telling you. Spanks you if he’s feeling a bit more dominant. Don’t get me started on how he loves to have you bent over on the dryer while it’s on. The way it adds vibrations and movement to the pleasure you’re already feeling. Yum.

Masterlist

A.N: I have more things I’m working on but i just lack a lot of motivation. I’ll keep working on them and I’ll see when I finish but I’m very excited to share them with you guys!!

Thank you!

[stxrrywoo]

BABY I BITE BACK ── xikers maknae line

synopsis ; in which the boys react to your biting them during the devils tango.

pairing(s) ; xikers maknae line x f!reader (individual)

☆ ── wc. ; 1.8k (~350-400 ea.) ☆ ── genre ; smut, headcanons, idol!members ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, biting/marking (obvi. pt. 2), petnames (babydoll, sweetheart, baby, love, bunny, princess...), unprotected sex, dom!junghoon x sub!reader, public sex (junghoon), manhandling, rough sex, established relationships, mentions of blood (hunter), they goin' at it while others are alseep in the room (seeun), switch!seeun x switch!reader, yujun is just a desprate baby, teasing, switch!yujun x switch!reader, hair pulling, jealousy, mean dom!hunter x sub!reader, reader forgets a date (yechan), mean dom!yechan x sub!reader, licking, lmk if I missed anything!! ☆ ── notes ; this is the second part to this request ^^ I hope you enjoyed these nonnie because I know I did 🙂‍↕️ hyung line

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정훈 — JUNGHOON

You and Junghoon had spent most of the day shopping. You bound down the hall with his hand in yours, happy because you couldn't always talk your boyfriend into going out with you. So you were taking full advantage of this. Both of you have been to almost every store in the shopping mall, stopping long enough to grab something to eat and a drink. After you both got your fill, you decided it was time to visit your favorite store, wanting to see the new releases they just dropped. With Junghoon's input, you grabbed a few to try on before dragging him to the back, where the dressing room was. At first, the male was cool and calm as he watched you try on each outfit with a different top or bottom, but with each switch, he started to let his mind wander.

It wasn't like any of your outfits were skimpy or too revealing. No. However, each one accentuated different features, and he felt his sanity slowly slipping when you came out with a top that had a hole in the shape of a heart at the chest. But the moment you walked out with a short, black ruffle skirt to go with the top, his sanity snapped, and he was pushing you back into the dressing room. You gasped when his lips crashed into yours, not even giving you the chance to question what he was doing, much less protest. His hands found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto his waist, and within moments, he had your underwear pushed to the side and his cock pushing into your tight heat.

His lips were almost suffocating on yours as he fucked into you with abandon, not a care in the world for anyone outside hearing. Your fingers balled the fabric of his shirt in your palms as you tried to pull back to warn him, but he just chased you. Then you bit his bottom lip after sucking it into your mouth, soaking in the deep groan he let out.

Pulling back just a few inches, he let his hooded eyes meet yours as you tried to form words with his cock driving into you, "It's your fault for looking so damn cute, babydoll."

세은 — SEEUN

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Seeun started blowing up your phone, asking if you were still awake. Surprisingly, you had been up studying for a uni exam you had at the end of the month, so you answered his text. He asked if you wanted to come over so he could see you, but you knew what he really wanted, and at first, you were gonna say no. Then he started begging you, and you couldn't resist his whiny tone. So you found yourself sneaking into his dorms and into his shared bedroom. Seeun was sitting at his desk on the opposite wall of the beds where his other members were still sleeping, Hunter hanging halfway off his bed. At the same time, Hyunwoo faced the wall on the top bunk. Minjae, however, wasn't anywhere to be seen, probably still at the studio.

You walked over to your boyfriend, who was so absorbed in his video game that he hadn't noticed you walk in. Then you shook his hand off the mouse to make room for you to climb into his lap, straddling his hips, and a wide grin spread on his lips, "Hey sweetheart." He said rather loudly, and you quickly kissed him, telling him to keep it down. Completely forgetting about his game, he surged forward to capture your lips in another kiss, tugging your hips flush against his. It didn't take long before he stripped you of your sleep shorts and sat you on his aching cock. You inhaled shakily at the stretch, but Seeun groaned against your lips.

Hearing movement behind your boyfriend, you quickly looked over his shoulder, watching as Hunter repositioned himself before going back to sleep. Your attention was then brought back to your boyfriend when he bucked his hips up into yours, nearly making you moan, and you glared at him. Bringing him into another kiss, you swallowed his moans before biting his tongue when he pushed it past your lips, eliciting a surprised gasp.

"What was that for?" He whined, sucking on his tongue to get the pain to go down as you rolled your hips against his, face flushing red. You glared down at him, "You're gonna wake the boys, unless that's what you're aiming for."

유준 — YUJUN

You were making dinner for you and Yujun because he had just gotten back from tour. It had been a few months since you'd been able to see each other without a screen between you, and you were really excited. You had a whole night planned for the two of you, and a wide smile spread on your lips when you heard a knock at your front door. Quickly letting Yujun in, you led him to the kitchen where both of you ate, and he rambled about everything that happened while he was on tour. Afterwards, you both made your way to the living room to watch a movie, but it was quickly put on the back burner when Yujun got handsy.

Turning to face him, you start to ask if he was okay, but he cut you off with a kiss, shoving your body back until you were lying across the sofa. His lips were everywhere on your body, murmuring about how much he's missed you and slowly stripping your body bare. Then his lips were on yours again, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. Growing annoyed, you reach the back of his head, grab his hair, and pull, craning his head back. You lick up the column of his throat before meeting his lips once more, telling him to stop teasing and just fuck you.

Then he was pushing into your drenched pussy, a synphony of moans and whines falling from both of your lips. Yujun wasn't sure if it was because he had been gone for so long, but every move he made felt like electricity was coursing through his veins, making him lightheaded, and his voice growing in pitch. Gasping out as he hit that sweet spot, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, kissing his jaw to his ear before taking the lobe between your teeth, biting down and eliciting a loud whine from your boyfriend.

"You're gonna cause me to get a noise complaint, baby," You breathed out, head falling back as his pace picked up to an almost animalistic pace. He mewled as he buried his face in your neck, warm breath fanning your chest, "I'm sorry, love, you just feel so g-good."

헌터 — HUNTER

Hunter and the boy were having their weekly game night at the dorms, and of course, he invited you to join them. Also hoping that, with you on his team, he'd win at least a few rounds. Upon getting there, you were placed between your boyfriend and Seeun, who was excited to see you. Hunter smiled, seeing you get along with his members, but as the night went on, he started to get progressively more and more jealous seeing you pay more attention to the boys—especially Seeun. So when everyone decided they wanted to go out for ice cream, Hunter told them that you two were gonna stay back and clean up. You started to protest, but with a quick look from Hunter, you shut your mouth and just asked them to bring you something back.

As soon as the front door shut, Hunter was pulling you towards his bedroom, locking the door behind both of you. You barely got a word out before his lips were on yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He pushed you back until your legs caught the edge of the bed, and he pushed you back, your body landing on the soft mattress with a yelp. He didn't leave you unattended for long and made quick work of your and his clothes before flipping you onto your stomach. You mewled loudly when he suddenly pushed into you, body trapping yours underneath his, hands next to your head.

You buried your face into the sheets with cries as he plowed into you without an ounce of mercy, whispering nasty words in your ear. The pleasure was making your mind fuzzy and body buzz, choked moans falling from your parted lips. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist that was next to your head, trying to ground yourself, but it was futile. So you did the next thing your fucked out brain could think of. Latching your teeth onto his forearm, a metallic taste fills your mouth as you break skin.

"Fucking hell, bunny," Hunter growled next to your ear, pupils dilating at the sight of his blood coating your lips, his mind running wild as he delivered a sharp thrust, making you cry out, "Maybe I should return the favor, hmm? Remind them who you belong to."

예찬 — YECHAN

Your phone buzzed violently on your desk as you screamed at your teammates because they were all dropping like flies, leaving you alone. About an hour or so later, a frustrated yell fell from your lips, hands dropping your headphones onto the desk. Leaning back in your gaming chair, heel of your hands digging into your eyes. You were so busy grumbling that you hadn't even heard the bedroom door open and Yechan walking in. When he spoke, you nearly jumped out of your skin, whipping around to face your boyfriend, eyes wide at the borderline annoyed expression on his face. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time as well as the multitude of missed calls and messages, a nervous laugh falling from your lips as you glance back at him.

He didn't give you a chance to speak before he picked you up from your gaming chair and threw you onto your bed. As he caged you underneath him, you could clearly see the annoyance gleaming in his eyes, and you felt small under his gaze. "So busy playing your games, you forget the date your oh-so-caring boyfriend set up, is that right, princess?" His voice was gruff as he leaned down towards your face, and you started to apologize, but he stopped you, saying it was too late for apologies. In record time, he had you undressed, his clothes following quickly after, and he threw your legs over his shoulders. He thrusts into your tight heat in one go, soaking in your broken cries.

The position he put you in had him abusing your sweet spot, stars dancing across your vision as whines and cries fell from your lips. Yechan growled in your ear, mean and dirty words flowing into your ears, making you whimper, nails digging into his bicep. Your lips ghosted over his neck, and when his tip hit your cervix, you suddenly bit down onto his neck, pulling a deep groan from his chest.

Pulling back a bit, Yechan's dark eyes met yours, and you whimpered, realizing what you just did, apologies and pleas falling from your lips. A dark chuckle fell from his lips as he slowed his pace, as he felt you getting closer. "Oh, baby, you're in for a long night."

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[madscriptures]

omg IM DROOLING on your last post about minghao (i want to be his pet, i NEED him to humiliate me)

this made me think, which svt members would LOVE the most to degrade or humiliate you?

Heyyya lovely, It's kinda like a ranking, soooo you get a fair comparison. All of this if from how i percieve the members, and not for the sake of what I write. :)

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-Most likely-

Seungcheol:

I feel like it, becuase if we keep all the members alongside each other, and if I hear the word degradation? Im choosing him. Though, if we're talking about his actual personality and not just making things up for the sake of fiction, which I think what you'd prefer. No one in Svt would be into degrading and humiliation tooooo much.

But if it had to be, Id pick Cheol. He just gives off the vibe to make you wear slutty maid outfits, serve him, call him master. Take off his shoes when he comes home to you if he's your husband, or just actually prefer having you move around the house naked when it's a day off for the both of you. He'd not go too far, hed only stick to calling you a whore for himself and maybe spanking you if you've been a naughty girl but nothing more than that.

Joshua:

Again, He's a sweetheart overall, but he'd also be like Cheol, but he uses slut and some other defaming stuff to address you on YOUR demand specifically unlike Cheol who enjoys doing it to you himself.

You'd need to ask Shua to do it for you and he'd do without a second thought. Why he's in second is because, I feel like he makes sex tapes out of y'alls time together for himself, and later watches it when on tour. (Wouldn't hesitate yk sharing it with the members.)

Mingyu:

Doesn't need convincing just like Shua, you need to ask him to do it, and he would. Why he comes in third is because I'm pretty sure Mingyu is into public sex, not completely but yes.

He just likes the idea of getting caught, or someone hearing him call you a pretty little whore for him while he fucks you silly outside.

Soonyoung:

He won't call you degrading names, but will slap you if you asked for it, across the face, your thighs or your fat ass. He won't hesitate to grope you infront of anyone either. Doesn't matter. So he takes a higher place due to his shamelessness.

Junhui:

He's a jealous freak. A doubt? If you get too close to another member in his band. He's not gonna say anything clearly to your face right then and there when the scene is unfolding but rather hed wait for you both to get some alone time where he wouldn't hesitate to eat your cunt while you're bent over a table or pinned against a wall with one thigh hoisted up over his shoulder.

Doesn't like the idea of getting caught, but if he's jealous, he wouldn't mind the member or any guy you've been too close with hearing you moan and squeal out his name.

As he whispers shit about him owning you when he pulls away occasionally to check up on you.

Vernon:

Same as Jun. Hed only do it if he's jealous. You need to work him up. A little less vile and wouldn't want anyone to hear. So youd be doing all that stuff in a closed off room.

But be ready to get fucked against the wall-to-ceiling window in your hotel room which is 8 floors up in the air.

Jeonghan:

A little low cuz, he just...doesn't seem like the person to be into degrading or humiliating you, but hed certainly make you eat his cum if he's in the mood or eat out of a dog bowl if that makes sense. But he won't go further than that and for that too you'll have to convince him.

Seokmin:

He's a sweetheart and I feel like he's a little subby, so hed let you ride his face and have you DO stuff to him if you want to when in this case. He won't agree to slap or spank you, not often. But he'd agree on spanking just a few times if you whine too much about it to him.

He just likes being the giver.

Dino:

Subby baby, hell do it if you ask nicely. But hell only go far enough to hit you gently and make you walk around naked for him, that's it.

He hates the idea of humiliating his lover but if you want it, he'll give it to you. Your sweet little prince.

Wonwoo:

Closed off. Introverted. Doesn't seem like the type to agree to this stuff until like he's in subspace and you're being extra slutty. Hell do it.

It comes to this where the members are only going to agree because they love you, not because they enjoy any of this.

Wonwoo is too careful and gentle with you, he's into worshipping, not into hitting.

Minghao:

Again, he's into worshipping, not hitting. He's gonna make you feel like the only woman in existence. This man cannot dream to have your cheeks strained with tears and your ass cheeks red.

He'll never forgive himself. Gentle baby.

Will agree to mild stuff like calling you a slut or if he's drunk, but that's it. Rather he's into hair pulling a lot, doesn't matter if you pull his or he's pulling yours.

Seungkwan:

Wouldn't dare. His hands would tremble infact. Will hesitate to agree if you're not too far into your relationship and only have started fucking a few months ago.

If you do date for a long time or if you're married. He might pull your hair and fuck you againt windows but none of that.

Jihoon:

Won't. Just won't.

Hell assure you about how much he loves you and simply tell you that he can't bring himself to do it.

-Least-

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Again it's based on my opinion and observations and this is all on how i perceive them, none of this is for the sake of the fanfictions. They can be portrayed however the author wants really. All of them fit into some kind of criteria.

[myunghoon]

respectfully, i need just wanna sit on top of seeun and grind back and forth that is all😩😩😩😩

DISRESPECTFULLY i need to sit on him and grind back and forth! i think he would love the show :3 watching him sit back and get lost in the pleasure as he moans loudly… his head would be thrown back as he tries to thrust into you but he would get so sensitive he couldnt. ‘fuck– you feel so good please dont stop!’ he would beg. even after two rounds, he felt like he couldnt get enough of you. the more you ground on top of him, the tighter his grip on your hips would get. there would definitely be bruises the next day. he would become so whiny and grabby when he gets closer to his third orgasm of the night. if you dare give him a fourth orgasm he might just start crying…

[myunghoon]

Not sure if you’ve done this alr but I wanna rq minjae bf headcanons !!

minjae bf hcs

xikers minjae x fem bodied!reader

fluff, smut, marking, creampie

a/n: ive been in quite the minjae mood recently he is driving me nuts 😭😭 im sorry this took forever, i hope u enjoy :)

sfw:

minjae would try to spend a little bit of time with you every day. he would also be the type to text you all throughout the day, making sure you’ve eaten, hydrated, asking about your day, etc.

he would need at least an hour with you a day to decompress. ‘you are so good to me.’ he would fill your ears with praises and love every second you were together. please give him some praise in return, too.

he loves to hold you in his arms or have you laying in his lap when hanging out. he has many many pictures of you asleep on his lap, (that he will never show you, you will have to find them yourself) that he sets as your contact picture occasionally.

would send you selfies on days he had schedules to show you his outfit and makeup. he would also ask you to send one back, even if you were in your pajamas. he wants to see your face every single day :( he also just wants you to know what he is up to, expect frequent updates.

loves sleepovers with you too, he loves doing his night routine with you by his side. he would always have an extra toothbrush at his place for you. his home is your home, as your home is his. always be ready for him to take his shirt off and give it to you before bed, too.

loves sharing his clothes with you, adores seeing you in them. he always thinks you look so cute and small in them. again, he sneaks pictures of you in his clothes and sets them as his wallpaper.

takes you on spontaneous dates whenever. will show up at your doorstep late at night to get snacks with you. he always had the brightest smile on his face when he saw you walk out in pajamas. he would hold your hand every step of the way, and would also buy you your favorite snack.

he is always showing you off too. always showing his pictures of you to his friends and the guys, complimenting you and saying how amazing you are to him. he loves showing you off in any way he possibly can. as i said, he has you set as his wallpaper so he always has a picture on standby.

loves bringing you into the studio allll the time. he wants to show you everything he is working on. he invites you nearly every time he goes. he wants you to sit on his lap while he rests your head on his shoulder. he wants to hold you close.

overall, very clingy and loving boyfriend. he is sooooo sweet and appreciative of your relationship. loves small gifts whenever and really needs to spend a lot of time with you to feel whole.

nsfw:

he loves romantic sex as much as the next guy, but he prefers to fuck you into his mattress. he also loooooves foreplay a lot more than he would like to admit. he teases you by kissing your neck and ears, loving how antsy you become.

he would kiss your thighs lightly, spreading your legs as he laid you down. he would gently kiss your clit, licking and sucking away to his hearts content. he would pin your hips firmly to the mattress to prevent you from escaping his touch.

he would only climb on top of you after you begged and whined for him to. ‘please fuck me, minjae.’ he needs to hear you say it, it always goes straight to his dick. he would hungrily kiss you while sliding in with ease. ‘fuck.. so tight for me..’ he praised, breathless already.

he would always give you time to adjust to his size before he pumped in and out of your heat. he would hold one of your hands tightly, moaning your name quietly into your ear. you would grip onto his shoulders, scratching slightly. he would wince at the pain but ask you to, ‘do that again.’

you reached around to his back, scratching it slightly while his balls slapped your skin harshly. he chewed into his lip, grunting lowly at the sensation. ‘ah fuck- right there, min!’ you choked out, feeling him hit that spot inside of you.

he would wrap one of your legs over his shoulder for a better angle. he would start gnawing at your neck lightly while you tried to buck your hips up. ‘so warm.. gonna cum..’ he whispered in tour ear.

he would whine quietly in your ear as he released. then his hand would reach down and start circling your clit lightly as he rutted into you. ‘mmmffh minjae please!’ you begged. he would smile at you and say, ‘give it to me, baby.’

with that, he felt you clench tightly around him as you released. he thrusted into you a few more times before stopping inside of you. ‘just wanna stay here a bit… wanna see it flow out of you.’ he said, completely breathless.

you watched as he hovered above you, panting. his eyes were glued to where your bodies were attached, seeing the white rim forming around his length. he pulled out slowly, sitting back as his seed gushed out of you.

he would watch in awe as you lay there, fucked out from just one orgasm. the sight of his seed leaking out of you was enough to get him rock hard again, so he would ask for another round… ‘just let me fuck you one more time..’ he begged.

he always plows you into the mattress for at least three rounds. he has insane stamina and he likes the relief of sex. he loves having you completely in his control, anticipating anything he gives you ;)

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