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[gothidecorem]

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𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 (𝚔𝚊𝚢•𝚕𝚎𝚎), ’𝟿𝟻 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝙸 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝙲𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝟹 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢

(𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠)

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚌𝚎

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[cheolhub]

OH IM SORRY IM STUPID ASJAJXNXN svt !!

#SVT MTL — humiliation kink!

note. UR NOT ITS OK!! i assumed svt anyway, but i just wanted to make sure ^^ — i kinda formatted this weird so forgive me :p and if this has been done before, im so sorry hssh

—MOST LIKELY TO HAVE A HUMILIATION KINK!

MINGYU - receiving end

he’s so fucking pathetic. call him a slut, make him get on his knees and beg, make him feel small— he absolutely loves it. it makes him so hard when you degrade him and it turns you on so bad because he’s on the verge of tears yet he’s begging for you to be meaner to him <3

WONWOO

i feel like wonwoo loves making you feel humiliated. especially when you’ve been bad. he’ll make you get off on your own while he watches, burning holes into your skin with his lust-ridden eyes. he’ll laugh when you beg for his help and laugh even harder when you cry in response </3

MINGHAO

MENACE. A MOTHERFUCKING MENACE. the type to rile you up on purpose just to see how wet his words alone get you. when he finds that you’ve soaked through your panties— then he embarrasses you for being so easy. he’d be like, “wow, i haven’t even touched you and you’re already about to cum? needy baby.” in the most patronizing voice :/

JOSHUA

SO MEAN. he’s can be so mean to you omfg. he’d be mocking your moans and cries. he’d make you beg for everything and he’d say, “i dunno, it doesn’t really seem like you want it.” reduces you to tears just so he can laugh in your face </3 but he always ends up giving you everything you need, so you can’t be too mad about it

SOONYOUNG - receiving end

i don’t know what it is, but something about this man screams humiliation kink. he loves feeling like a loser. he loves that you make him cum untouched. he loves that you edge him until he’s a pathetic mess in tears. please, please, please humiliate this man.

CHAN

look, i know dom!chan isn’t a popular agenda… but it’s something i wholeheartedly believe in. lee chan is mean. lee chan will make you suck his dick through his boxers, soaking the fabric in drool and spit just to call you his needy little whore. lee chan will make you so desperate to suck him off just so he can make fun of you. lee chan will humiliate you. case closed!

JUNHUI - receiving end

oh my god, please call this man every degrading word in the book. i think he’d love every second of it. you could have your hand wrapped around him, fucking his nth orgasm out of him while telling him how stupid and pathetic he looks and he’d just bust another load like a loser :(

JEONGHAN - BOTH SIDES

a little wild card. you never really know what you’re going to get with jeonghan, but you do know someone is going to end up in tears at the end of the night. his humiliation kink is very lowkey— jeonghan is more of a tease than anything so when he’s humiliating you, it’s more like he’s tamely making fun of you for being so needy for him. when he’s on the receiving end, he’s just taking everything and letting you fuck him stupid.

SEUNGCHEOL

he’s not that into it, but, on rare occasions, he’ll let it all out. say he comes home one day to find you’re desperately humping a pillow or fingering yourself, he’ll make you keep going and make you feel so so embarrassed for not waiting for him. let’s you cum and then ruins your orgasm because he says, “slutty girls don’t get to cum properly.”

SEOKMIN

he’s kinda enjoys it on very rare occasions, but sometimes, poor baby can’t handle it :( he’d rather be reduced to tears because you’ve praised him so much. loves being called a good boy and loves it when you dote on him so much more. he cums harder when you’re nice <3

JIHOON

why would he need to humiliate you? you’re perfect— he loves when you cry for him and beg for him, but he never wants you to feel embarrassed for being a little very needy. he’d only ever do it if you asked, but even then, he’d still be really hesitant about it.

SEUNGKWAN

not him. he’s kinda romantic and more into sweet praise (both giving and receiving), so i don’t think he’d have a humiliation kink.

VERNON

doesn’t really see the point in embarrassing you and doesn’t really like feeling like a clown for wanting to fuck. no seriously, he literally just wants to fuck akmdhshs

—LEAST LIKELY

[milk-moonbunnies]

Stocking Stuffer [dokyeom x reader]

Synopsis: When you come home ready to decorate your shared apartment with your bf, Dokyeom, you come home to an early present.

A/N: requested - anon requested that the reader find either dokyeom or yoongi tied up with a note saying "Merry Christmas."

Warnings: mdni 18+, hints of subby!dokyeom, bondage, mentions of joshua & jeonghan, bj, edging, dokyeom is pretty when crying, duct tape, brief mention of riding - controlled orgasm described.

When you come home, you’re giddy.

Winter was one of your favorite seasons, and to see the city light up with decorations and lights put you in a holiday mood. You couldn’t wait to get home to your love, possibly decorate your shared apartment, and run a holiday movie in the background.

Shivering in the cold wind, you took off your long coat, stepping into your cozy apartment with a smile. “My love?” You called out, slipping your gloves off and toeing your shoes off one by one. Your eyes sparkled as you realized your boyfriend had already strung up lights along the walls and hung your little stockings on the wall connected to the living room. “My love? Did you do this all by your-“Your footsteps halted, and your eyes widened as you took in the living room.

In the far corner, a warm glow of colorful lights wrapped around the tree decorated with ornaments and string stood with a bright star on top. The couch had a warm blanket draped over the back and a holiday kids movie played on the television.

But that wasn’t what got you cutting your sentence short.

Next to the tree, wrapped in a pretty bow was Dokyeom. His eyes were filled with stars as he looked at you, a soft blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His muscles flexed, he was shirtless, and the bow wrapped snug along his broad chest. He was tied to a chair and it gave you a great view of his toned thighs, spread wide as each leg was wrapped in a bow around the legs of the chair.

“Oh?” A little gasp left your glossed lips, and Dokyeom shivered, his hands tied behind his back, completely at your mercy. “Did I get an early present?”

Your feet padded softly across the rug in the living room, getting closer to your boyfriend. You had a lot of questions, but with Dokyeom’s mouth covered in holiday-themed tape, he wouldn’t be able to answer them. And that’s when you noticed a piece of paper shoved between tree branches next to Seokmin.

You grabbed the note, standing over Dokyeom as you read it. “Happy Holidays, we left you a present. We accept gratitude in ways of your famous chocolate chip cookies or Venmo -Jeonghan &Joshua”

You should have known.

You giggle with a shake of your head and toss the note over your shoulder. Your fingers ran through Dokyeom’s dark locks and his groan was muffled by the tape as he leaned closer to your touch. “What should I do?” You pout, your nails scratching his scalp in a way you knew he liked. You enjoyed the way it made him squirm in his seat and you gently pulled his head back by his hair. He stared at you with wide eyes, lust swirling in his pupils. “Should I unwrap my present?” You asked and smirked at how he nodded his head eagerly. “Or keep you like this? You look so good tied up.”

…….

Dokyeom’s eyes are wet with tears.

The bow tied around his arms and chest strain against his muscles and he sniffles breaths through his nose, his heart racing in his chest.

The living room is filled with obscene slurps and gags, the lights of the Christmas tree casting a shadow of your head bobbing up and down. You’re on your knees, kneeling between his spread legs with your mouth wrapped around his fat cock.

You’ve been sucking on him for what feels like hours. It’s messy, wet, and mind blowing good as your tongue swirls his bulbous tip, savoring any precum that leaks from his plump mushroom shaped tip. Each inch you swallow makes Dokyeom shake, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he cock prods the back of your throat with each bob of your head.

Tape still covers his mouth so any noise he makes is muffled, he’s still loud, high-pitched groans mixing with the wet sucking your mouth does on his heavy cock.

You won’t let him cum, you know the tells of his impending orgasm. His thighs tense, his hips buck erratically and his cock throbs a heavy thud, thud, thud! Like a heart beat about to jump out of your chest. And without fail you pull back, licking the spit and cum coating your puffy lips and making DK’s eyes roll back into his head.

His cock jerks, jumps, pathetically searching for release - but without stimulation, his pending orgasm subsides yet again and causes tears to fall from Dokyeom’s pretty eyes.

With one of your hands, you wrap your fingers around is thick shaft, squeezing as you lean up and take the tape off his mouth finally. “You look so pretty when you cry,” you praise and Dokyeom sucks in gulps of air between hiccups of whines.

“Please, please,” he sniffled and your wrist twists as you fist his cock in languid strokes. You’ve been edging him for so long that if you tell him to cum, he would. “Wanna cum, please lemme cum, please!”

You coo, and guid his cock to your mouth. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, slurping the tip a mix of your saliva and he cries out begging. But right when he is about to fall apart you stand up.

You leave Dokyeom’s head spinning, dizzy with pleasure and his cock pulsing with a broken whimper. “You wanna cum?” You ask and Dokyeom nods his head, his arms still tied behind his back as you straddle his lap. His cock snags on your drenched panties, slotting between your puffy folds as his tip nudges your clit.

“Please let me cum, need to cum, please!”

You hum as you lift yourself up enough to pull your panties aside. A glimpse of your pretty pussy slobbering wet has Dokyeom bucking his hips up pathetically, and you giggle as you guide his cock to your entrance. “You can cum as soon as I do.”

Seokmin’s jaw drops with a guttural groan, and your warm and wet pussy slowly sinks down his hard cock.

The stockings won’t be the only thing stuffed tonight.

A/N: lmao i had to write the cheesy one line at the end it made me giggle.

As always, comments, kudos, and interactions are appreciated!

my bts mstrlst - svt mstrlst

amani's winter wonderland 25'

[ashlinxloves]

—1004 angel emergency—

Random messages between you and your boyfriend—Jeonghan.

A/N: my first ever smau lol, I dreamt of Jeonghan last night so have this for now..

Warnings: slight suggestive language, mentions of periods, fluff.

Taglist: @wonushy @joshujin @imissmyseventeen @bramos91

[whitepeopletwitter]

[debkorvelus]

I feel sorry for the old man, but it was stealing.  There is no apparently about it. Water is not free, it’s not a right to have it, and people pay must pay for it.  If a government gives a thing to you like utilities, its still not free because they take it from somewhere else, like in taxes.  

[nutsacktorturer]

[gigastacyy-deactivated20231011]

my friend visiting my house: hey i’m thirsty can i get a glass of water

me:

[stormesandshowers]

Nestle isn’t gonna fuck you

[asingularcanadian]

Also water IS a human right, it’s classified as one by the UN the only country that really disagrees with this is the United States

[ruffboi-mags]

I know this post is a few years old, but I stumbled on it and I just want to also point out… Even aside from water being free or not, even aside from water being a human right,

the old man wasn’t stealing.

He was using a neighbor’s water, that the neighbor pays for, with the neighbor’s permission. Nothing was stolen. The old man just wasn’t the one paying. If someone comes to my house and I let them charge their phone while they’re there, are they STEALING electricity because I’m the one who pays the electric bill? If I take someone out to dinner, are they STEALING their meal if I pay for both of us? Get fucked.

I hope that person has become a better kinder person since 2021, but I"m not holding my breath.

[depsidase]

[xuditmrq]

Nsfw! Jake audio

Jake can't help himself while you're jerking him off.

oommg this really sounds like him.

[lazybish-vd]

OH.MY.GODDSS. he's so loud, and whiny, and I love it.

[minyoonjin]

I think I may need glasses as well because all I can see is him...💜

aka my fav era of yoongi

[gothidecorem]

you’re gay

As straight as a cooked spaghetti noodle 😎😘

[yoonqiful]

yoongi ♡ IDOL at arirang in japan bonus we got rapline too (cr. movewithsope)

[woozilovespinkunderwear]

BIRTHDAY BOY

Pairing: kim mingyu x reader

Summary: it's just birthday sex honestly.

Wc: 1.4k

Warnings: smut (MDNI), Roughish sex, dom!mingyu x sub!reader, degradation (mingyu calls the reader a slut), marking, fingering, anal, spanking, multiple orgasams, overstimulation,

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

A/N: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY GOLDEN BOY. JSJSBSSJWJ.

The clock struck midnight, and the apartment was dimly lit by the flicker of birthday candles on a half-eaten cake. Mingyu's birthday had been low-key. Just you, him, and a bottle of whiskey that had loosened both your tongues. He lounged on the couch in his black tank top and sweatpants, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyes burned with that familiar hunger as he watched you clear the plates. At 29, Mingyu was all muscle and mischief, his sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, and those full lips curved into a smirk that made your thighs clench.

"Best birthday yet," he murmured, voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. You sauntered back, hips swaying, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt that barely skimmed your ass. No panties underneath, your little secret for the night. You straddled his lap without a word, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric. His hands immediately gripped your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"Happy birthday, Gyu," you whispered, grinding down against the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned, head falling back as his cock twitched under you. "What do you want for your present?"

His eyes darkened, one hand sliding up to fist your hair. "You. All fucking night. No holding back." He yanked your head back, exposing your throat, and latched his mouth onto your skin, sucking hard. Teeth scraped, marking you as his. You gasped, pussy already soaking the front of his sweatpants as you rocked against him.

Mingyu flipped you onto your back in one swift move, the couch creaking under his weight. He ripped the shirt open, buttons popping, exposing your bare tits. His mouth descended, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting down just enough to sting. You arched, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Fuck, yes. Harder."

He obliged, sucking and nipping until your nipple was red and swollen, then switched to the other. His free hand shoved between your legs, fingers finding your slick folds. No teasing, he plunged two inside your pussy, curling them against that spot that made your walls flutter. "So wet already," he growled against your skin. "This cunt's dripping for my birthday cock."

You moaned, legs spreading wider as he pumped his fingers, thumb circling your clit roughly. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and filthy. He added a third finger, stretching you, scissoring them to open you up. Your hips bucked, chasing the pressure building in your core. "Mingyu, please, I need you inside me."

He pulled his fingers out with a slick pop, bringing them to your mouth. "Taste how nasty you are for me." You sucked them clean, tongue swirling around his digits, eyes locked on his. The salt of your arousal mixed with whiskey on your tongue. Satisfied, he stood, shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Nine inches of hard heat that made your mouth water and your pussy throb.

Mingyu grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the couch. He slapped his cock against your pussy, the heavy weight smacking your clit. You whimpered, trying to angle for penetration, but he held you still. "Beg for it. Tell me what a slut you are on my birthday."

"Please, Mingyu," you panted, voice breaking. "Fuck my pussy. Stretch me with that big cock. I want to be your dirty little present. Use me, cum inside me."

With a feral grunt, he thrust in, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. Your walls clenched around him, the burn of the stretch making stars burst behind your eyelids. He didn't wait. Hips snapping forward, pounding into you relentlessly. The couch shook with each slam, his balls slapping against your ass. "Tight as fuck," he hissed, hands pinning your thighs wide. "This pussy's mine tonight. Gonna wreck it."

You clawed at his arms, nails leaving red trails on his biceps. Every thrust hit deep, his cock dragging against your g-spot, building that coil in your belly. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your tits, and he leaned down to lick it off, tongue flat and rough. "You like that? Getting railed like a whore on my special day?"

"Yes, god, yes," you cried, pussy spasming around him. He shifted, hooking your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new angle let him go deeper, his pubic bone grinding your clit with every plunge. You were a mess. Juices leaking down your ass, tits bouncing wildly.

Mingyu's pace turned punishing, grunts mixing with the wet squelch of your bodies colliding. He reached down, pinching your clit hard, and you shattered. Orgasm ripped through you, walls milking his cock in tight pulses. "Fuck, cumming!" you screamed, squirting around him, soaking his thighs.

He didn't stop, fucking you through it, prolonging the waves until you were sobbing. "That's one," he panted, pulling out suddenly. His cock glistened with your cum. He flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your ass up. "Now for round two. Spread those cheeks."

You obeyed, reaching back to part your pussy lips, exposing your dripping hole. Mingyu spat on your asshole, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb. "Gonna claim every part of you tonight." He pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again, sliding in slow this time, teasing. Then, without warning, he pushed his thumb into your ass, breaching the tight ring.

The double penetration made you keen, pushing back for more. He thrust his cock deep while fingering your ass, alternating rhythms to keep you on edge. "Such a nasty girl. Taking it in both holes for my birthday. You love being stuffed, don't you?"

"More," you begged, face pressed into the cushions. "Finger me harder. Make me cum again."

He added a second finger to your ass, scissoring them wide while his hips pistoned. The fullness was overwhelming, your pussy gushing around his cock. Mingyu's free hand came down on your ass cheek. Smack. Leaving a red handprint. "Count them," he ordered.

"One," you gasped as he spanked again, the sting blooming into heat. "Two. Three. Fuck, Mingyu!" By ten, your ass was on fire, each slap making your pussy clench tighter.

He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. No prep, just the slick from your pussy easing the way. You cried out as he sank into your ass, inch by inch, the tight heat gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight back here," he groaned, bottoming out. He started slow, letting you adjust, then ramped up, fucking your ass with deep, rolling thrusts.

You reached under, rubbing your clit frantically as he reamed you. The taboo fullness pushed you over again, orgasm crashing hard. "Cumming. Your cock in my ass is making me cum!" Your body shook, ass squeezing him rhythmically.

Mingyu growled, pulling out and flipping you once more. He straddled your chest, fisting his cock. "Open wide. Gonna paint your face and tits." You stuck out your tongue, mouth eager. He jerked himself fast, the veins bulging, until ropes of hot cum shot out. First across your lips, then your cheeks, dripping down to your neck. He aimed lower, coating your tits in thick spurts, marking you completely.

Panting, he smeared the cum over your skin with his cockhead, then pushed into your mouth. "Clean me up, birthday slut." You sucked greedily, tongue lapping every drop, tasting your ass and his release mixed together.

But he wasn't done. Mingyu hauled you to the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. He stripped fully, muscles rippling under tanned skin, cock already hardening again. "On your knees. I want that pussy riding me until I fill it."

You mounted him as a reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his length with a moan. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you bounced, ass jiggling with each drop. He spanked you sporadically, the slaps echoing. "Faster. Milk my cock with that greedy cunt."

You rode him hard, grinding your clit against his base, chasing another high. Mingyu sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist, his other hand choking your throat lightly. "Cum with me," he demanded, thrusting up to meet you.

The pressure built fast. His cock swelling inside you. You shattered first, pussy convulsing, and he followed, flooding your depths with pulse after pulse of cum. It overflowed, trickling down his balls as you collapsed forward.

He held you there, cock softening inside, kissing your shoulder. "Best fucking birthday," he whispered, voice sated but still intense. You smiled, spent and sticky, knowing you'd do it all again tomorrow.

Taglist: @mywonuverse @codeinebelle @shininghoshstar

[kwanhae]

jealous - bsk & chs

tags & warnings: mdni, nsfw, threesome, poly! solboo

author’s notes: hope you guys like it :)

Being caught between the two sweetest people alive feels like a dream you never want to wake from. Vernon, always attuned to your moods; and Seungkwan, who acts on them the moment they turn sour.

Like right now — Seungkwan had dragged both you and Hansol to a college party, eager to catch up with friends and have a good time. Hansol didn’t mind, and neither did you. Neither of you are the social butterflies in this relationship, but Seungkwan gets lonely sometimes.

Your guard goes up the moment a drunk girl starts swaying her hips in front of Seungkwan. At first, it’s harmless — little touches, breathy giggles at everything he says. Seungkwan’s funny, sure, but he’s not that funny. You try to focus on Hansol instead, who’s currently making a passionate case for why Shrek 2 is superior to the first movie. Still, your eyes keep drifting back to Seungkwan — and that stupid, stupid girl.

Hansol notices, of course. He always does. He catches the way you drag out your words when replying to him — your tell when you’re distracted. He follows your gaze, sees where it keeps landing. He knows you’re jealous, even if you’ll never admit it.

So, quietly, he takes your hand and starts leading you toward Seungkwan.

You’re not the confrontational type— never have been. Under pressure, you stutter, overthink, and end up stressing yourself out. So as Hansol pulls you through the crowd, your mind races. What the hell are you even going to say? To her? To him?

But Seungkwan sees you before you can spiral any further. His laughter dies mid-sentence, eyes narrowing past the drunk girl to find you. It doesn’t take long for him to understand— your expression, your body language— it’s all there. You’re uncomfortable.

He gives Hansol a small nod. A signal. And Hansol nods back, already turning toward the exit with your hand still in his. You barely register it, too lost in your thoughts to notice their silent exchange.

“W-We’re going home?” you manage.

“We’re going home,” Hansol says, calm as ever.

“Huh? But we didn’t even tell Seungkwan—”

“It’s fine,” he cuts in softly. “He knows.”

Behind you, Seungkwan mumbles a quick apology to his friends, throwing in some excuse as he shrugs off the girl’s grip on his arm. She pouts in protest, but he doesn’t spare her a glance. His focus is already on you.

Outside, Hansol leads you to the car. He climbs in first but doesn’t let go of your hand— his grip steady, grounding. He waits, thumb brushing over your knuckles, until Seungkwan joins you.

Inside the car, the air feels heavier than before— not suffocating, but thick with things unsaid. You sit between them, their warmth hemming you in from both sides.

Hansol’s thumb traces lazy circles over your hand, still steady, still grounding. The quiet hum of the engine fills the silence. You steal a glance at him, then at Seungkwan, who’s turned in his seat to face you fully.

His expression softens. “You okay?” he asks, voice low.

You nod, though your chest feels tight. “Yeah. I just… didn’t like how she was touching you.”

Seungkwan smiles faintly, almost apologetic. “I didn't like it either.” His gaze flicks to your joined hands, then to Hansol. “Thanks for getting her out.”

Hansol shrugs, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror. “Didn’t have to say anything. You already knew.”

The drive back home was quiet and peaceful albeit a little bumpy. And most of all warm.

-

As you reach your shared apartment, Seungkwan turns to face you and immediately pulls you into a tight hug. His head nestles into the crook of your neck, his face pressing gently against your skin as he takes a deep breath. Seungkwan may claim to love parties, but they can still drain him sometimes.

And his favorite way to recharge is by spending time with his lovers. One of his hands loosens from the embrace and gestures for Vernon to join. Soon, you feel a familiar warmth as he slips into the hug, wrapping around you both. The three of you stand there in the foyer, holding each other close, soaking in the quiet comfort.

“M’sorry. I should’ve gone straight to you after that girl came over,” Seungkwan mumbles into your shoulder—barely audible, but of course, you catch it anyway.

You smile, reassured knowing he still thinks of you. Behind you, Hansol hums softly, and you feel the low vibration of it against your back. None of you move for a long moment, just breathing together—content, grounded, and whole.

Breaking the soft moment, Hansol’s hands travel slowly to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Seungkwan smiles knowingly, as he follows suit in sandwich-ing you in between the both of them. Hansol leans into the crook of your neck, pressing soft and wet kisses, slowly and intentionally.

His slow pace makes every touch from him linger onto your skin, always leaving you wanting more. Seungkwan watches how you shiver at Vernon’s actions.. He can’t help but stare at his two lovers.

He watches how you whine when Vernon bites your neck and quickly licks to soothe the pain. You try to grind yourself into Vernon while crying out his name. His hands clammy and his cock stirring in his pants, wanting to be a part of the action. Seungkwan can’t help but smash his lips into yours, hard and desperate. You feel his bulge against your stomach, moaning loud at the sensation.

“H-Hansolie,” Seungkwan whines.

Vernon stops for a moment, guiding the both of you to your shared bedroom. He quickly undresses and latches back onto you. His fingers fumbling around, trying to get your shorts off. Luckily, Seungkwan notices and helps him out. Once they’re out of the way, his warm hand cups your heat, earning a loud whine from you.

“No panties, baby?” Seungkwan smirks, “Maybe you didn’t want to go to the party after all, just wanted to spend some time with us,” He teases.

You whine, your hands reaching up, trying to cover up your face.

“Uh-uh, don’t cover your pretty face, baby,” Vernon’s deep voice echoed, “Gotta’ see your cute little expressions,"

The back and forth teasing between the two of them makes you dizzy with need. Seungkwan pulls your two hands above your head, giving you a look, ensuring you don’t move them. You feel your legs being pulled apart by none other than Hansol, his head already between your thighs.

“N-nonie-“ You try to whine, your breath already taken away by his mouth on your clit. Each swirl and lick of Vernon’s tongue makes you jolt and press more into his mouth and he gladly accepts it. Even lets you grind against his tongue, pleasuring yourself. You can feel the bed shake slightly, noticing Vernon rubbing himself against the sheets, busy getting lost in the pleasure the taste of your pussy gives him.

While Vernon’s mouth is busy giving you heaven, Seungkwan’s thumb brushes your bottom lip, dragging it down just to part your mouth. He straddles your body, his red, hard cock wet with precum sits right at your cheek.

You can’t help but drag your tongue to your cheek, trying to get a taste. Seungkwan drags it right into your mouth. You moaned loudly, quickly muffled by your very filled mouth. You lick and suck where you could, still whimpering from feeling Vernon’s tongue in your pussy. Pleasure consuming your sanity. Your eyes roll back, when you feel his tip reach the back of your throat.

Seungkwan groans, feeling the heat of your throat, the clenching. He grabs your hair out of instinct. The smell of sex in the air is suffocating but amazing. Vernon’s head lifts up to see the beautiful sight in front of him. He leans into Seungkwan’s shoulder, leaving wet kisses.

Hansol’s hands don’t stop though, he still gives you attention. His fingers push into your tight heat, coating them in your wetness. His nimble fingers pull in and out, as his thumb rubs your clit. He feels you're getting closer and closer to your climax. Your pussy clenches his fingers in.

“S-so so spoiled, baby,” Hansol notes, “You already have Seungkwan’s cock and your pussy won’t even let go of my fingers,” He teases, as he pinches your clit, earning a loud whine from you.

You can barely see his face behind Seungkwan’s shoulder, but you feel his long fingers in your aching heat. His words leave you clenching for more. Your mouth continues to suck eagerly, tongue flattening against the underside of Seungkwan’s length.

“Look at her, Vernon-ah,” Seungkwan pants, his hands gripping your hair, pulling you away from his cock. Lips red, drool dripping from both sides of your mouth and your tongue rolling out your mouth. Vernon groans when he sees the sight of you.

He adds a third finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers start shoving into your wetness, faster and faster. Your body squirms and shivers at the feeling.

“S-so worried about some girl but look at you now, baby, your body knows that you’re ours,” Vernon spits out.

Seungkwan hands busy themselves, jerking himself right in front of you. His cock red and twitching, he knows he’s close. He turns his body facing Hansol. Hansol smirks and pulls him into a wet and hot kiss. You can see Hansol’s other hand reach over to palm and jerk Seungkwan’s cock.

Seungkwan whimpers, almost losing control. Seungkwan pants into the kiss and his body squirming. His hands reach Hansol's still clothed crotch. His hands make quick work pulling it out, jerking the tip. Hansol groans, his voice low. They lose themselves in each other as much as they lose themselves in you.

Seungkwan leans into Hansol, crashing their lips together. The drool from his mouth connected to Hansol. It’s lewd and sensual. Hansol’s drawn out approach does not match with Seungkwan’s hasty nature, but they figure it out. Their lips meet in fervent kisses.

You can see their tongues meeting and lips clashing, sharing a messy messy kiss. You can’t help it, the sight is just too good for you. You back arches, grinding into Vernon’s fingers. Seungkwan sees you from the corner of his eyes. You feel that tight knot in your stomach about to burst. Your whimpers grow louder

The knot explodes, your body goes limp. Hansol groans, cumming onto Seungkwan’s hand. Seungkwan followed, cumming on his stomach. You’re still panting. Vernon reaches over to the bedside table taking the big bottle of water, drinking a little before passing around. Seungkwan, who knows you're too tired to hold anything, motions you to open your mouth.

He pours it into your mouth slowly. A bit of water is slipping from the sides of your mouth. He almost moans at your expression. They crash on the bed, pulling you into a cuddle pile.

“We should shower,” Vernon says matter-of-factly. You and Seungkwan hum in agreement, but none of you move. The warmth between the three of you lingers, quiet and comforting, keeping you pressed together longer than planned.

Vernon sighs, gives in, and pulls you both closer. “Alright… a little longer,” he says. Seungkwan nods against your shoulder, relaxed and content. For now, staying here like this feels better than anything waiting outside the moment.

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[mellow-wishes]

JUST A TRIM

yoon jeonghan x gn!reader, fluff, comedy, non-idol!au, established relationship, they tease each other lowkey

SYNOPSIS : after much protest, you give yoon jeonghan a haircut, it's oddly romantic and downright silly?

WORD COUNT : 1.7k words

WARNINGS : endearments (you: angel, honey, barber | jeonghan: hannie, pretty), action of cutting (snips), scissors, roleplaying, not proofread

NOTES : technically this is my first jeonghan fic, let me know what you guys think by commenting or reblogging, they help out a lot! mwah!

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Yoon Jeonghan thought on a random Sunday that he should trim his hair; he knew how much you loved playing with his hair back when it had grown past the back of his nape.

Although he was never a fan of having to take such a long time to manage the soft black locks, he always loved how you decorated them with hair clips and braids and how you paid attention to him more frequently because of it, much to his begging for more kisses on his face than on his hair.

So he has decided that you are going to cut his hair.

"Don't make me do this, Jeonghan." You frown when he walks into your shared bedroom carrying white towels and your enemy, the instruments that will make his luscious black hair short. You can see how he had already prepared his hair for the sacrifice—wet hair neatly brushed down so that it would be easy to work with.

You could smell it too, the familiar smell of jasmine and apricot—the ones he only uses on special occasions.

"Stop being dramatic." Jeonghan tilts his head as he smiles. "I already told you it was just a trim. It's not even going to be noticeable." He hands you silver barber's scissors and a styling comb.

Setting down the tools, you notice that Jeonghan had already sat down in the chair. Body facing the mirror, his eyes were focused on you, patient, and all the more annoying to look at. You decide to focus on the black hair, the tension forming on your eyebrows as you look down. Maybe there could be a way to delay the incoming doom.

"What if I ruin your hair?" You ask, and Jeonghan notices the way you were fiddling with the hair tie that you had already prepared; your eyes are suddenly interested in the way the hair tie twists around your fingertips.

"You really believe that you'd ruin it?" Jeonghan quickly places a hand on his chest, and an exasperated look is shown, but then it melts into a smile. In fact, it was a smile of schemes and intrigue. “Then I want to see you ruin it, Honey.”

Is he being for real? You can see the way the idea seemed to fascinate him as he turned to look at you directly in the eyes—a smile, a full-on smile spreading across his face.

You immediately reject that offer, shaking your head profusely. "I'm going to make you bald, Jeonghan; I'm genuinely serious."

Jeonghan couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction you had, fear and uncertainty; he wanted to laugh at the fact that you were actually scared of making him bald and you actually cared about his hair more than him. Although that was quite hilarious, he imagined he had been shot in the heart by his own hair, hurt at the thought that that was the only thing you fell in love with him for.

Jeonghan, with slumped shoulders, turns himself back in front of the mirror, and he closes his eyes for just a moment. A smile so charming is still intact on his face.

You look at him with a bit of confusion. “What are you even doing, Hannie?” you ask, poking him on the shoulder.

Yoon Jeonghan, on the ready, suddenly lowers his voice. “Come on, barber! I don’t have all day; my meeting starts in 30 minutes,” he says, looking at the reflection where you stand dumbfounded.

“What?”

Jeonghan turns his head, an action that shows his random act had disappeared, as he looks at you. “Just for a bit, this is what cranky employers sound like. You could probably hate my attitude that you’d chop it all off!”

What??

He smiles when he sees you nod, quite awkwardly as he moves his head back at his reflection, his expression suddenly changing to a frown. “I paid you to make me look presentable!” Even his tone changed to that of an upset customer.

You don’t even know what you’re going to do with him; to think that you two are suddenly roleplaying makes you sigh, adjusting the tone of voice so it could sound like an angered worker, “Alright! If you keep complaining, I’m going to have to kick you out.” Yet you couldn’t help but have a grin on your face when he does so, draping the white towel around him and keeping it snug with a clip.

“Whatever, just make me look good, my dear barber." Jeonghan lets out a huff, turning his nose up, making himself look arrogant.

You sigh, quite a long, dramatic one, as if you had been going on about this client for over a decade. “Alright, Mr. Yoon, I’m gonna make you the prettiest in the whole office,” letting your hand run back to the black locks. Instinctively, Jeonghan’s head tilts forward, letting your hand rest on the ends of his hair.

You smile at the sight of black hair; you always wondered how he was able to even take care of his hair so meticulously. You think about the times when he complained about having to take care of his hair.

“Where to, angel?” Jeonghan hums.

“Hey, you don't say that to some barber,” you retort, a pout on your face when you see him smirk.

"Are you jealous?”

“No. No way…” You frown, mumbling to yourself as you grab the hairbrush and one of the towels. “I’m seriously gonna make you bald.”

Combing his hair, the hairbrush easily falls along the wet hair. You begin to pick up parts of his hair; the hair tie twists around. You can hear Jeonghan hum when you push the hair tie a little closer to his scalp. “I’m not pulling too hard, am I?”

“Mm…Honey,” Jeonghan mumbles; he seems to be enjoying the way you lightly massage his hair as his eyes flutter close, looking more serene than you have ever imagined.

Jeonghan isn’t usually like this, even in times when you absentmindedly braid his hair while he types on his computer; he would have a more content look to him. Honestly, looking at Jeonghan this relaxed reminds you so much of a cat that hasn’t been petted in a long time.

“You seem to be enjoying this.” You grin as you quietly grab the barber’s scissors, feeling the weight of the cold metal, as you brush past his hair and only stop at the desired length that needs to be cut.

Snip…snip…

Your cuts are very careful. It was meant to happen; you weren’t really sure where you were going, and you planned it to look like a mullet. One that you had never seen on your boyfriend at all; the snips and other quick snips feel foreign to you. 

You didn’t think of yourself as a barber, but you’ve seen how they usually do it on TV shows. Pick up the styling comb, let it drag just one length shorter than your previous cut to make some sort of layer on the hair, and then one or two snips pass the hair.

It was slow, as you finally move on to the top of his head, and you pull the hair tie off his hair. But your hands—with the swift motion of the snips passing the crown of his head—felt certain now. You let the cold blade pass Jeonghan’s cheekbone lightly.

Jeonghan feels your fingertips drag along his scalp. They move like ghosts that come and go past your body, leaving a slight shudder as he feels little by little how the slight breeze of the air conditioner kisses his jaw.

You hum, and of course, they sound beautiful as you begin to play around with his hair, really taking your time with the trim, like you're enjoying this too. Jeonghan remembers how you always hummed the tune of your favorite song playing on the radio, thinking about the plastic bows that moved his bangs aside, revealing his forehead.

The whir of the hair dryer begins. Jeonghan lets out a relaxed sigh when the warm air blows against the back of his neck, and the tips of his black hair flutter and fly around. You brush it up, and he feels your knuckles grace against his cheeks. It felt really good.

Jeonghan wanted this moment to last somehow.

“Wake up, Hannie.” You tap on his shoulders.

Jeonghan’s eyes flutter open; lifting his head, he breathes calmly as if he had just rested on a large pile of feathers. “Huh…?”

“Morning, pretty.” You smile, noticing how Jeonghan seems to be out of it. The towel was already gone, and you had just finished sweeping up the pile of cut hair. “What do you think? I kind of like it.”

Jeonghan finally gets a good look at himself. Massaging the part of his neck that was strained, his hands move along his hair, now quite shorter and pretty shaggy. You did surprisingly well, and he couldn’t help but smile; he really did look pretty.

“Now, where’s my payment, Mr. Yoon?” You interrupt the euphoric thoughts that were running around his head, and Jeonghan looks at you in surprise, thinking that the roleplaying should have already stopped; it should’ve.

“We’re really still doing this?” Jeonghan scoffs lightly.

“I let you sleep in my shop for 5 hours; maybe I should double it.” You huff, putting your hands on your hips, smirking. “Plus, you started it, pretty." You finally reveal a grin when Jeonghan gets up with furrowed eyebrows.

“Double it!?” He gasps, his hands are on his head, as if he had only bought enough cash for one trim. “How should I repay you, dear barber?”

“How about a kiss?” Taking small steps, you snake your arms around Jeonghan’s waist, smiling when his hands instinctively move to hold your face. “Without the hair in the way, you’ll get the kisses you want.”

“We could kiss later…” Jeonghan wanted that, with the way his eyes looked, sparkling and eager. But it seems like he wanted to pay attention to you first. Kissing your forehead as he did so, he moved your hands away from his waist, locking your fingers along with his. “What about dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Take out?” You ask.

“Yeah, we can do that.” He smiles. “Your favorite.”

NOTES : i wonder if anyone has shampoo that they only use for special occasions? like perfume in a way...i would probably. hope you guys enjoy this! the word count is actually 1717 words thats so silly

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[slut4min9yu]

mingyu x gf reader aftercare? 🥵

Afterglow || Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

A/n: this has been highly requested!!!

Wc: 639

Warnings: suggestive

MASTERLIST

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The room was quiet in that soft, hazy way it always was afterwards.

The only light came from the bedside lamp, warm and dim, casting a golden glow over the sheets that had been half-pulled loose during the night.

Your breathing was still a little uneven, chest rising and falling as you lay there, limbs heavy and pleasantly tired.

Beside you, Mingyu was already moving.

He always did.

Mingyu had never been the type to just roll over and fall asleep. The moment things settled, his attention shifted completely to you.

You felt the mattress dip as he pushed himself up onto one elbow, his large hand brushing gently over your hair where it had fallen across your face.

“Hey,” he murmured softly.

His voice was lower now—calm, warm.

You blinked up at him, eyes still a little unfocused.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

The corner of his mouth lifted.

God, you looked cute like this. Flushed cheeks, hair messy, lips slightly swollen. Completely melted into the bed.

His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek.

“Still with me?”

You nodded faintly. “Mhm.”

“Good.”

He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. Not rushed. Not needy. Just soft.

Then he pulled the blanket higher over you.

“You’re cold,” he said automatically.

“I’m not—”

“You’re cold.”

His arm slid around you before you could argue, tugging you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your cheek pressed against his warm skin, and you let out a quiet sigh without even realising.

Mingyu chuckled under his breath.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Your fingers lazily traced along his chest, still a little weak.

“Don’t move,” you muttered.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

For a moment he just held you there, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back in long, soothing motions.

After a minute he shifted slightly.

“Stay here,” he said.

You frowned immediately, tightening your grip on him.

“Where are you going?”

He laughed quietly.

“Baby, I’m literally just grabbing water.”

“Oh.”

“You need some too.”

Before you could protest further, he slipped out of the bed and padded across the room. You watched him through half-lidded eyes as he returned with two glasses.

When he climbed back in, he slid an arm behind your shoulders and gently lifted you against his chest.

“Drink.”

You took the glass, sipping slowly while he watched like he was making sure you actually did it.

“Good?” he asked.

You nodded.

Then he set the glass aside and pulled you right back into him, your head tucked under his chin this time.

His hand found your hair again, combing through it gently with his fingers.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

The question was quiet, genuine.

Mingyu always checked.

You hummed against him.

“Yeah.”

“Too tired?”

“A little.”

“Mm.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

“C’mere.”

You were already there, but he still adjusted you slightly, tucking the blanket around your shoulders and wrapping both arms around you like he intended to keep you there all night.

Your leg slid over his instinctively.

LHe smiled to himself.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence.

Then you felt his hand gently rubbing circles on your arm.

“You were amazing tonight,” he murmured.

You groaned softly, hiding your face in his chest.

“Don’t start.”

“What?” he teased.

“You’re embarrassing.”

“I’m complimenting you.”

You could practically hear the smug grin in his voice.

You pinched his side weakly.

He laughed, the sound vibrating under your cheek.

“Alright, alright.”

His hand returned to stroking your back, slow and steady.

“Just rest.”

Your breathing gradually evened out again, your body relaxing further into his warmth.

Just before you drifted off, you felt Mingyu press one more soft kiss to your hair.

And his arms tightened slightly around you.

[gothidecorem]

AND A HAPPY FINGER TRAP MORNING TO YALL TOO

Also please tell me yall get the reference…

@buginthehood and I call them this for a damn good reason lmao

[gothidecorem]

This turned out so much better than I envisioned

[cheolism-archive]

an ode to hands and voice

✰ — boo seungkwan x reader ✷ — summary: a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.3k ✷ — genre: smut, established relationship ✰ — warnings: soft sex, intimate sex. boo seungkwan hand porn. unprotected sex, cumming inside. ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: requested by @strxwberry-skiess !! i hope you enjoy and i hope i did your request justice! this is a part of my follower celebration. also tagging fellow seungkwan enthusiast @haologram

"deep breath in."

you inhale, breath shaking against the stillness of the room.

"and out."

you exhale, body relaxing. as your body decompresses, sagging back against the bed, seungkwan pushes in.

you actively try not to tense back up as his dick pushes into your cunt. despite him having prepared you, having spent what felt like ages fucking his fingers in and out, in and out, you can still feel the slight burn of your pussy stretching around his cock. your toes curl and you can't help but twist your fingers into the sheets, biting down on your lip.

seungkwan lets out a shuttering gasp, his grip on the sheets on either side of your head tightening. he hangs his head as he stills his hips, his nose pressing against the curve of your cheek.

"gotta relax, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy. when seungkwan came home from practice his voice was already a little fucked. he got halfway through a cup of tea topped with honey before you, needy and pathetic in that too-cute way, stumbled into his arms.

and fuck, if you weren't cute and pathetic right not beneath him.

"you gotta let my cock in," seungkwan cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. "gotta relax your pussy, baby."

you nod, turning and pressing your face against his. you tried to mold yourself back into the bed; tried to make yourself present. the warmth of seungkwan's body was flooding into you, trapped between him and the blanket beneath you. the mattress was soft and plush, because life was full of denials but seungkwan would be damned if he denied himself a cloud-like bed to fall into every night.

you relaxed back into the bed.

seungkwan could feel your cunt loosen around him. no longer did your pussy have a tight grip on him, the sort that he was greatly reluctant to try and press against. he never wanted to hurt you; never wanted this to hurt.

and so, with your cunt relaxed around him, seungkwan continues to push in.

you arch up against seungkwan as he fucks into you, breasts pressing against him. he slips his hand down to one of your thighs, and then moves your thigh up, giving him more room to settle between your legs. your knee knocks against his side.

"keep spreading," seungkwan says. he settles against you, cock fully sheathed, pelvis pressed against your thighs. "let me move."

"don't," you gasp out. your pussy clamps down on his cock, and seungkwan can't help the throaty groan that escapes him.

"won't," he says, dropping his face to the crook of your neck. he breathes against your skin, inhaling your scent. "won't move 'til you say it's good."

you move one of your hands to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his flesh.

"feels big," you say, voice breaking.

"feels," seungkwan echoes back. "you saying i'm not big?"

you roll your eyes at him, hand sliding up his shoulder. you settle your hand along his jaw. "you know what i mean."

seungkwan hums. he settles against you, relaxing into your body in turn. seungkwan takes a moment to admire you.

he moves his hand to your face. seungkwan trails his fingers, long and thin, along the soft curve of your cheek. his nails gently scrape along your skin, and seungkwan can't help but follow the path of his fingers. he slides his forefinger, lightly and slowly, to your chin.

seungkwan's touch is as light as a butterfly's kiss. it's the sort of loving, gentle touch that belongs only to that of a lover; of an admirer.

and how he admires you.

seungkwan trails his finger to your lips. he looks at the pale shade of his nail and compares it to the lovely hue of your lips. he watches as the plump flesh of your lips bends beneath the pressure of his finger, as your lips part, gently, in response.

seungkwan can't help but push his finger between your lips. your mouth is just as warm as your cunt, and just as he had slid his dick into your pussy he slides his finger into your mouth. your mouth is warm and wet and welcoming.

you take his finger eagerly, as if it were his cock into your cunt. he doesn't press his finger all the way in. instead he settles his finger along your tongue. his cock throbs as you suck at his finger, your lashes fluttering.

"fucking pretty," seungkwan murmurs. "you're so fucking pretty."

reluctantly, seungkwan removes his finger from your mouth. he trails his fingers down the column of your throat, watching. he continues to move his hand along your body, until his fingers are cradling the edge of your tit.

he can't help but follow the curve, his thumb gently swiping. impulsive, seungkwan goes to your nipple. he slides a finger on either side of your nipple, tugging softly.

your mouth opens in a sweet gasp.

"kwannie," you call out, arms wrapping around his shoulders. you shift beneath him, moving so your legs are wrapped around him.

seungkwan tugs at your nipple again. "ready?"

you nod.

seungkwan begins to pull from your pussy. he moves slowly, cock sweetly dragging against your walls. the slide is easy due to how wet you are, and he adores how your cunt flutters around his dick.

once the head of his dick is at your entrance seungkwan rolls his hips towards you. the movement is fluid, a smooth rock back into your pussy. he rolls his hips as he fucks you, the motion constant.

he's addicted to the way your pussy grips him, how smooth the slide is. seungkwan's hand grips at your tit, nails digging in slightly, lost in the velvet feel of your cunt.

"feels good," he gasps out. he can feel the rasp of his voice, can feel the dryness of his throat. "feels so fucking good, sweetheart."

your body responds so beautifully to him. your body arches up into him, your legs tighten around him in an effort to keep him close. your mouth is open in a constant moan, eyes squeezing shut.

seungkwan can feel his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. he wants to cum in your pussy so bad, wants to fill you up so much.

he can't help but let his thrusts carry away. seungkwan begins to fuck you earnestly. the slap of his thrusts are loud, sharp and stinging. he wants to cum, wants to see his cum spilling fro your cute pussy —

your legs begin to weaken around him, falling to the side. seungkwan moves his hand from your tit. he loops his arms underneath your legs, hooking your legs up over his arms.

he fucks and thrusts and feels his heavy balls tighten against him. you feel so fucking good; you look gorgeous; you sound divine.

you moan out his name, broken and high.

seungkwan feels his balls clench once more, and then he's spilling inside of you. it's like a string pulled taut has been cut. he keeps fucking you as he cums, relentlessly with one goal in mind.

even once he stops cumming he doesn't pull out. seungkwan lets his dick soften in your pussy. he moves his hand down to your cunt, releasing one of your legs. two of his fingers find your clit easily. seungkwan begins to rub at your clit, cunt drenched from your juices and his cum.

"you gotta cum," he says, voice hoarse. he frames your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the sensitive area around it. your pussy continues to clench down around his spent dick, and he has half a mind to pull out, the sensation bordering on too much, but fuck —

you cum with a loud cry, lips curling and torso arching off of the bed. seungkwan groans in response and lays his body on yours, keeping you caught between him and the bed as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you through orgasm.

"that's it," he moans, throat sore from misuse, "cum for me, baby. cum."