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[gyvswhore]

bidding farewell to gyvswhore ♡

hey hey friends,

so i finally came to a decision and i made a new tumblr :] with that, i will officially be leaving this account.

new account -> @choijvns

the formatting on the other acc is very similar to this one but i am working on fixing it up and getting what i need moved over. ive finally found the motivation to write again so expect new content from me soon! i hope to see u all there <3

tagging some moots, if u can pls rb :]

@angelwonie @tohokuu @togeqii @wuahae @chaemoa @planetdream @cha0thicpisces

[gyvswhore]

. . . update !

surprise surprise, im going on hiatus!! :D i think we all saw this coming considering i've been inactive asf but yeah. i will be logging out of tumblr for a while. how long is indefinite but hopefully when i do come back my life won't be in shambles. i don't have the time or motivation or mental capacity to even think abt writing right now and its just making me depressed lol. i'll probably be checking in on my other account ( @jihvos ) so if you'd like to talk im probably there. but all in all i think that logging out is just whats best right now. im still battling the idea of deleting this account all together and potentially starting fresh but.... we'll see. ilyall vv much & am wishing the best for everyone who sees this 🫶🏽

[gyvswhore]

hi😊🫂🫂

hi lovely!! sry im just now seeing this, was logged out of this account for a while but i hope ur doing well <3

[imyungho]

hiii this is @yunhoflrtz !!

tumblr suspended my blog <//3 i'm currently working with them to get it back, but after much consideration (as well as the fact this thought has been on my mind for a bit) i believe i'm just going to completely move to this blog once i regain access to all of my fics.

tagging relevant tags / tags i frequently posted in!!! if you see this pls reblog to spread <3

tagging some old mutuals :(

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[cobwebkitten-deactivated2020101]

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- anything!!!!

[wonwooridul]

happy jeonghan day !

claude monet once said, “i must have flowers. always and always” and i felt that when i looked at jeonghan, cause he reminds me of the most beautiful painting in a museum and the prettiest flower in a garden. thus, jeonghan and my fave monet paintings. jeonghan is the pure definition of beauty with brains (sly fox). happiest birthday my cutie bun, yoon jeonghan; the resident fairy godmother of everyone ♡ always be our healthy & happy hannie♡

cr: incomplete mini photo book pic | monet paintings

[gyvswhore]

KIZA!!!

LIAAA 🫶🏽🫶🏽

AND WONUUUUU tears in my eyes hes so cute

uji heart for you 🫰🏽

[gyvswhore]

hi kiza!!! i come bearing gifts 🤲

tumblr was having issues uploading the pic so i really hope it goes through 💔 BUT!!! i know we don't talk very often but i hope you're well and continue to be well!!! you deserve so so so much love and kindness :]

<3, sunnii

SHUAAAAA :(((

tysm sunnii, youre so sweet <3 the same goes to you lovely. sending you so much love

[gyvswhore]

💛☀️✨SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL AND SUPER AMAZING. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨☀️💛

i love how ur ask thingy says thirst w me its very fitting ksdjjdksdj

🥹 THIS IS SO CUTE SHUT UP!!! idk if i have the energy to send it to every1 id want to but right back at you babes <33

hehe thanks bae :P i wanted smth that matched with my username too

[gyvswhore]

mmm been feeling really unmotivated as of lately so sorry for the inactivity :( i wanna talk to u guys but ive been so exhausted and life is kicking my ass. hope everyone is doing well, i will probably still be inactive but if anyone wants to send an ask please do <33

[gyvswhore]

limbo soty .

[sluttywoozi]

Night Changes | Sleepover Fic #8

Pairing: Seungkwan x reader 

Prompt: babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring

Rating: M (MINORS DNI PLS JUST DONT)

Word Count: ~3600

Notes: porn without plot, hair pulling, established relationship, WAP reader, unprotected sex,  restraining (wrist held once, legs held open by his), soft(?)dom Seungkwan, fingering, clit stim, squirting, piv sex, breeding kink (no impreg kink), creampie, aftercare, lmk if i missed anything

Reader notes: no specified gender, honey and sweetheart used as petnames, reader wears panties and has a vagina

Seungkwan’s laying in bed with you, your head resting on his chest, eyelashes fluttering against his skin, moonlight filtering in through the curtains, when he hears it. Or, more accurately, feels it. There’s a… breathy, rumbling sound coming from you, he can feel the vibrations, and his fingers still in your hair so he can listen closer. Yeah, it’s definitely you, because when his fingers stop moving, the sound stops too. 

“Babe. My love. Song in my heart,” Seungkwan begins carefully, “Are you, for lack of a better word, purring?”

“Noooo,” you moan, pressing your face into his chest in what seems like embarrassment. 

But there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about; Seungkwan has made all sorts of noises around you, most of them being directly caused by you. Sure, he’s never purred before but there’s no reason to be ashamed. Honestly, he kind of… likes it. 

You’re rarely ever shy around him, you’ve been confident from the start, and as much as Seungkwan loves you as you are, there’s also something to say about your current bashfulness. It makes him feel a bit bigger, a bit stronger, like he could tease you and get away with it for once, so he sinks his fingers back into your scalp and watches you with keen eyes. 

You arch into the scratching of his nails, face emerging from his shirt to tilt back into his touch, and Seungkwan can see the set of your jaw, knows you’re holding in the sounds you want to make. But Seungkwan wants to hear them, so he pulls your hair until you gasp, using your distraction to slide his thumb into your mouth. 

He watches your face with a heavy gaze, nibbling at the inside of his cheek, as your eyes clench shut and your spine twists in a shiver. You close your lips around his thumb to suck, but that’s not what he’s after so he slips it out, tugging your chin down to keep your mouth open. Your eyes open slowly, locking with his, and he knows you can see the want on his face, knows you can probably feel it under the leg that rests over his hips, but Seungkwan doesn’t care. 

No, he just wants to hear that sound again, glides his nails along your scalp, flattens his palm to dig his fingers in, brings them together so he can tug your hair at the roots. That really gets you, and your moan floats in the air, louder than usual with your mouth open like this, so he does it again, pulls your hair harder this time, before loosening his fingers to massage at your scalp. The purring starts, and Seungkwan drinks in the sound, gaze stuck on your lips, reveling in the sounds coming out of you. 

He wants you to make more, but he wants to feel them too, so he pushes you up with gentle hands and scooches to brace his back against the headboard of the bed. You look adorably rumpled, sleepshirt falling off your shoulder, lips pouting, eyes half lidded, and Seungkwan chuckles as he guides you into place between his legs. He pulls you close, your back resting on his chest, your head just under his chin, tilted up so you can look at him. Wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your scent, Seungkwan pushes his hips against you, and lays one hand on the waistband of your lace panties. 

“Can I touch you, honey?” Seungkwan asks, even though he knows you’ll say yes, because you’re already lifting your hips into his hand. He widens his legs to make more room for yours, pulls one to rest over his knee so you’re spread open for him, and slides his hand under the elastic. 

“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathes against your hair, “you’re soaking, sweetheart. Do you always get this wet when I play with your hair?”

“Nooo,” you whine, denying it just like you denied the purring, and you and Seungkwan both know you just told on yourself. You get shy again, your thighs trying to close around his hand even with one stuck, and Seungkwan loves it, free palm sliding down to push your leg over his other knee, keep you splayed open for him. 

Seungkwan can see every movement of his hand under the fabric of your panties, his fingers sliding along the seam of your pussy, dipping into your entrance to spread your wetness through your folds, gliding over your clit with the lightest touch he can manage. You try to buck your hips up but can’t get far with your legs hooked over his, and Seungkwan breathes a laugh into your shoulder. 

You whine at him, writhing between his thighs, and the pressure against his cock makes him gasp and press his teeth into your skin. Seungkwan doesn’t like biting you, doesn’t really feel the urge to leave marks on the skin he loves so much, but he just might tonight. You’re bringing something out in him, a part of him that wants to tell you what to do, hold you down, spread you open, bite lick suck every part of you he can reach. He doesn’t normally tease you, not when you both just want to make the other feel as good as possible, and sex with you is usually more like a dance than fucking, but tonight, Seungkwan wants to fuck you. He wants to make you scream and cry and shake and push him away then beg him for more. 

“Honey,” Seungkwan exhales with a raspy voice, “can we try something a bit different tonight?”

“Like what, Kwannie?” you ask impatiently, hips still wiggling in an attempt to get him to touch you more. 

“I wanna,” Seungkwan takes in a deep, nervous breath, “I wanna be rougher with you, make you cum until you can’t anymore, until you tell me to stop. And I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Would that be okay with you?”

“Would that be okay with me?” you ask, somewhat disbelieving, “fuck yes, Seungkwan, you can fuck me until I cry, if you want,” you breathe out, setting your hands on the bed, sheets bunched up tight in your fingers.

That makes him shiver, hips rolling against your back, dick pressing into your spine, and he pushes two fingers into you, pushes through the stretch, pushes them deep, spreading them when his knuckles bump up against your wet flesh. You sigh out a moan, kicking your hips up before opening your thighs wider for him, and he hooks the tips into the ridged spot inside of you, grinds them until he feels you get wetter. You’re drenched already, soaking your panties, and he moves his hand off your thigh to tug them down, wanting to see everything. You lift your hips up, trying to help, but that just sends his fingers into you harder, and your back arches against his chest, your moan flowing loudly into the bedroom. 

Your panties get caught midway, unable to slide down any further with your legs held open like this, but Seungkwan doesn’t want to stop long enough to unhook a leg and take them off. The waistband stretches, elastic snapping, and you whine, “just rip them!”

“What?” Seungkwan asks, because there’s no way you just told him to tear your panties off of you, but you force out, “babe, rip them. The waist is already done, just get them off.”

Seungkwan might want to be in charge tonight, but he’s not about to defy that order, so he slides his fingers under the waistband and pierces through the lace with his nails, then pulls to break the elastic holding the side of your panties together. They fall, and Seungkwan can just barely see his fingers in you through the remnants, free hand pushing at the fabric until it’s slid down your other leg to bare you completely. 

“Fuck me,” Seungkwan says under his breath, eyes locked on his fingers disappearing inside of you, on the wetness seeping out around them, on the way it glistens on your pussy in the moonlight. Your clit is starting to peek out from between your folds, swollen and probably throbbing, if he knows you at all, and Seungkwan needs to make you cum. Now. 

His fingers scissor in you, stretching you out, a third sliding in, and you clench down, crying out his name. He moves his other hand to spread you open, pointer and ring finger pushing at your slick flesh so his middle finger can get right at your clit, rubbing tight circles. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open in a moan, pussy tightening rhythmically around the fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan smiles, baring his teeth a little as you get closer and closer. 

Your body squirms against him, but you have nowhere to go, your legs trapped on either side of his, and his arms tense to hold you tighter against him. You have no choice but to take it, take the pressure on your clit, take the fingers fucking in and out of you, but you love it, your pussy clenching, gushing as you cum. 

Seungkwan rides the waves with you, hooking his fingers into you and rubbing them back and forth, finger pressing down on your pulsing center, and he feels heat rush through him, his aching cock twitching against your back. You’ve got at least one more in you though, Seungkwan knows from experience, and he’s going to draw it out with his fingers. If you want his dick after, great, if not, his hands work just fine, obviously. 

He was letting you come down a bit, but when you buck your hips into his touch, forcing his fingers deeper, Seungkwan just says, “Okay, honey, if that’s how you want it,” and fucks his hand into you harder, palm hitting against the finger resting on your clit. You’re whimpering, pussy contracting continuously, sucking his digits in deeper, and he thinks maybe he can fit-

“Fuck, Seungkwan, please,” you beg, as he works a fourth finger into you. You arch against him, and he can’t stop his hips from bucking into you, desperate for some friction on his cock. That just makes things worse for him though, the fabric of his boxers rubbing on the sensitive head of his dick, length pressed against his stomach, leaking precum onto his shirt. He’ll cum after you do though, Seungkwan reminds himself, wedging his fingers in deeper to curl and catch at your g-spot, fucking into you incessantly. He sandwiches your clit between two fingers, pressing hard and grinding up and down, and he can feel it pulsating, feel your pussy throbbing from the inside out. 

The sounds he’s pulling from you, from your mouth and your body alike, hypnotize him. Your gasps, your whines, the raspy cries of his name, your pussy squelching around his fingers, the slick noises of his hand moving on your clit, it’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful song Seungkwan’s ever heard. He’ll never get enough of you now that he’s heard you like this, but he can’t get distracted now. 

You’d said he could fuck you unti you cried, and you’re not crying yet, just gasping for breath and shuddering in his arms, hips bucking into and then away from his touch, over and over and over. You’re almost there, and Seungkwan knows it, so he shoves his fingers as deep as they can reach, angling his forearm out, getting more leverage to fuck into your g-spot, thrusting in and out so hard he can feel drops of your wetness splashing against his thighs. You try to curl up, your back bowing and your head dropping, chin tucked tight to your chest, and he feels your heart galloping against his as you break, slick spraying out on the next stroke, your shouts echoing in the room. Your clit is throbbing between his knuckles, beating in time with the clenching of your entrance, pussy stretched wide around the four fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan can feel your cunt swallow them deeper, walls squeezing down tight around them. 

His hips jerk against you, cock jumping in his boxers, mind fuzzy with desire and filled with your voice, and he thinks he could cum like this if he just gets the right ang-

“Seungkwan, please fuck me,” you sob, and he’s so shocked you can talk that he doesn’t register what you say, until you say it again. 

“Sweetheart,” he begins, “aren’t you tired? You just, like, squirted all over the bed, we’ll have to change the sheets.”

“Boo Seungkwan, you know we have more sheets! Please put your dick in me, I feel like I’ll die if you don’t,” you beg, chest rapidly rising and falling, pussy still pulsing around his fingers. 

“Okay, okay, honey, how do you want it?” Seungkwan feels like he might pass out, he honestly didn’t think you’d even be up for helping him cum after how you just did, and now here you are, begging him to fuck you. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. 

You whine out, “like this, Kwannie, like this, just take your fingers out and get your cock in me,” and Seungkwan rushes to follow your directions, tilting away from you enough to pull his cock out. The waistband of his boxers is soaked with his precum, but he can wash them with the linens later, and he tugs the elastic down to rest under his balls, his dick twitching when the open air hits it. He shifts you up into his lap, scooting down a bit more so you have a better seat, and slides his fingers out of you. Your pussy squeezes down, trying to keep them inside, but he replaces them with his dick before you can complain. 

There’s still a bit of a stretch, but you let out a keening sigh and wiggle your hips until they sit flush with his. You’re soaking wet around him, walls massaging the length of his cock, so hot and perfect for him, and he almost wants to just stay here, buried inside you, unmoving. 

But you told Seungkwan to fuck you, begged him to, and all he ever wants is to give you exactly what you want, so he braces his feet on the bed and snaps his hips up into you. You bounce in his lap and, remembering how wet you’d gotten when he held you down, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you tight against his chest, keeping you there as he starts fucking into you. He’s lean, but strong, holding you in place so his hips have room to thrust in and out, angling your body forward a bit so the head of his cock can drag against the sensitive spot inside you, shifting up onto his knees so he can get more leverage. 

You tip forward, and Seungkwan follows you, letting you brace yourself on your hands, your knees still spread apart by his. He can fuck you harder like this anyway, one hand squeezing your hip, the other pushing down on your lower back to make you arch up. His hips slam against your ass with every thrust, dick practically gliding in you with how wet you’ve gotten, and Seungkwan can’t take his eyes off of the way your pussy is stretched around his cock. 

He’s moaning now, feeling your walls locking up tight around him, and he knows he won’t last. That’s fine though, because you’re getting close again, and Seungkwan’s favorite thing about sex is cumming with you. You just need a little bit more, and he can see your hand move on the sheets, destination probably being between your thighs, but Seungkwan had told you to keep your hands to yourself. He reminds you, with his body stretched over yours and his fingers wrapped around your wrist, dragging it back up to rest next to the other above your head. 

Releasing your wrist, Seungkwan braces his hand next to yours as a warning, smoothing the one on your hip around to press his fingers into your clit. He keeps them there, as he fucks in and out of you, as your pussy clenches down on his dick, as weak moans leave you with every slap of his hips against your ass. 

“Seungkwan, please- fuck, please make me cum, I’m so close,” you cry out, gasping into the bed before turning your head to rest on your arm, watery eyes catching his. 

You are close, and he is too, so he nods, groaning out, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make you cum.” 

It doesn’t take much, just his fingers circling and pinching and grinding on your clit, and his cock pumping in and out of you, for your lips to fall open in a feeble scream as you shatter on him. Your cunt contracts into a vice grip around his dick and your wetness floods out to drip down his balls, and it’s enough to make him cum, your cries filling his ears as his dick jumps, cum starting to spill inside of you. 

Seungkwan cums so hard, for so long, that he’s dizzy by the time his cock stops twitching against your walls. He pulls out slowly, dick softening and milky white, and he sits back on his knees, exhausted. Your legs are still spread by his, and Seungkwan’s about to close them, climb off the bed to tug you with him to the bathroom, when his eyes fall to your pussy and suddenly, he has no will to move. 

Your entrance tightens in pulses, pushing out little bits of his cum with every squeeze, and with the way you’re lying on your stomach, it drips down to smear over your clit. This image of you, legs spread and your teary, tired eyes gazing at him, his cum painted all over your still throbbing, still wet, still open pussy…

Seungkwan can’t stop staring, and he shifts to lay between your legs, his face close enough to your cunt he can smell the combination of him and you. His fingers come up to your clit, rubbing over the swollen nub once, before they smooth up your folds, gathering his cum and guiding it back to your entrance. They sink in, pushing deep inside, fucking his cum back into you. 

You moan, clenching around his fingers, and his dick twitches, valiantly trying to harden again. Seungkwan is spent though, and so are you, judging by the strain in your thigh muscles and the way you shiver a bit, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. 

He’s never fucked you so hard before, and he switches into fussing mode immediately, withdrawing his fingers from you gently and slowly rolling you over onto your back. Your arms and legs stretch out, body starfishing on the bed, and Seungkwan lets you catch your breath for a minute while he clambers off. He can’t let you fall asleep though, not until he cleans up the mess he made of you, so he tugs you up off the bed and helps you hobble to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of the tub as he gets the shower going, eyes drooping shut and body listing to the side before he pulls you up again to join him under the rainfall showerhead. 

Seungkwan props you up against his chest while he rinses you off with the handheld, settling you down on the bench before he washes away his cum with tender hands. He tilts you back to rest against the shower wall, lathering his palms up with your face wash and swirling it over your skin. He thinks you might be sleeping, and cups water into his hands to carefully rinse your face,  figures you’re safe enough on the bench for him to finish showering. 

He moves through his routine quickly, cursing to himself when he realizes he hadn’t stripped the bed yet, and shuts the shower off. He towel dries his body roughly, shaking his hair out and scrunching it in your microfiber turbee twist, before wrapping you up tight in your giant fluffy towel. Setting you on the stool of your vanity, Seungkwan ensures you won’t fall over before rushing out of the steamy bathroom to change the sheets. 

It’s a bit hard with just one person, but Seungkwan’s not about to make you clean up his mess, so he makes do, only punching the bed once when the fitted sheet snaps off of one corner. He scurries back to the bathroom, exhaling in relief to find you still sitting upright. Your face looks glowy and he spots your essence out of place on the counter - you must have tried to do your skincare. It looks like you’d gotten through your first serum before you got tired, so Seungkwan picks up the second and pats it into your skin, follows it with your night cream, remembering to bring it down your neck like you always nag him to do on himself. He halfheartedly does his own skin regimen, feeling the fatigue clawing at his brain and dragging his body down, and wakes you enough to stumble to bed with him. 

You climb under the sheets clumsily, cheek rubbing into your fresh silk pillowcase, and close your eyes. Breathing in the lavender spray Seungkwan had frantically spritzed throughout the room, you pucker your lips for a kiss (which he happily grants) and breathe out, “Love you, Kwannie.”

Seungkwan snuggles up close, pulls you into his arms and settles his face next to yours on your pillow, sighs out, “love you too, sweetheart,” and joins you in sleep. 

AN: i was nervous to write smut for Seungkwan but it was easy af i love him so much ! i am very sleepy now but i hope you enjoy this, i would like to know your every thought and feeling, please please please - tags, comments, inboxes, anons, all are welcome i love to read your feedback!

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[gyvswhore]

AHHHHH

GOD where do i even start 😫 your writing is so. good. top fucking tier. i want to devour this fic whole and let it consume me.

this was so sweet but also soooo sexyyy!! the aftercare really had me wtf :( i love how kwan is so caring and loving throughout but also still so hot?? i am actually frothing at my mouth. yn asking him to just put it in already really made me giggle, all the dialogue is so cute (& sexy) and so seungkwan :( your writing never fails to amaze me. you are easily one of my fav writers on here <3 i love everything abt this

[sluttywoozi]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I truly love Seungkwan with all my heart but I also want him with all my p***** and i think it really came thru in this piece 😭 Im so glad you enjoyed the aftercare, I kinda realized I end most of my fics with a shower together and fresh sheets so I hope it’s not getting repetitive 😭

Also omg thank you for saying you enjoyed the dialogue and that it felt like Seungkwan! Staying true to their personality (or at least the one we know) is so important to me and im so happy it feels like him 🥹🥹

[gyvswhore]

I LOVE YOU !!! youre so sweet :( same about wanting seungkwan, im blaming my spike in kwan brainrot on you tho 🤨🫵🏽 im glad you enjoy my reactions to your writing just as much ad i enjoy reading & sending reactions <3 the aftercare definitely isn't repetitive!! i think its cute that you added the little details in for kwan (him doing ur skincare/him knowing ur skincare). but overall the aftercare is rly good in all of them!! so dont worry love

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[gyvswhore]

new blog ! will be following, reblogging, and rant posting from this account from now on. i tried to make a seperate blog before but realized that it was connected to this one lmao. anyways gonna fix that one and probably go on a follow spree <3

[sluttywoozi]

Angel Kisses | Sleepover Fic #5

For: @yeritheloml

Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Prompt: when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying + Oh My!

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1200

Notes: some kissing, drug mention, wisdom teeth fic

Wonwoo’s forehead thunks against the window of the car, startling him awake, the siren song that had lulled him to sleep still echoing in his mind. His face feels numb, his eyes bleary, and his heavy, cotton stuffed head lolls to the side. What might be an angel greets him, and his eyes blow wide open behind his glasses, brain screaming oh my oh my oh my oh my. He didn’t know angels could drive, but maybe they’re not supposed to because the car skips over a curb and Wonwoo jostles side to side, ability to stabilize himself lost. The car stops for some reason, and the angel glances over at him, and Wonwoo can feel his heart thumping in his chest, getting faster and faster the longer you stare. 

Your hand leaves the steering wheel, moving toward his face, and he leans closer out of instinct, laying his cheek in your palm and gazing at you. The sun shines into the window from behind you, bathing you in light, giving you a halo, and Wonwoo’s suspicions are confirmed. He’s not sure why an angel is driving him, or where he’s going, but maybe he’d died while getting his wisdom teeth out, and heaven had an uber system? He doesn’t really care either way, thinks he’ll be alright as long as he gets to keep staring at you; the crinkle of your nose, the curve of your cupid’s bow, the angle of your collarbones. 

Wonwoo’s obsessed already, can’t take his eyes off of you, and now he worries you might be a demon. You’re just too beautiful, you smell too sweet and sound too melodic, and you’re looking at him like you love him, which must be a trap. 

But you smile at him, brush your thumb over his cheek, and Wonwoo decides he doesn’t need to know what you are if it means you’ll keep touching him like this. Your other hand comes up, finger sweeping under his eye and pulling away to reveal an eyelash resting on the pad of your index. You stare at him expectantly, and Wonwoo lets out a quiet oh, closing his eyes to make a wish and pursing his lips to blow it away. It’s still there when he opens his eyes, and he tries again, but can’t tell if his mouth is even moving or if air is coming out, and he tries to pout at you, telling you without words that he can’t feel his lips. 

Your hand leaves his face to smack your forehead, and Wonwoo groans out a disapproving sound, grabbing your chin in his fingers to pull your face down so he can kiss the spot you’d just hit. He can’t really make his lips move and they kind of smush against your skin, but you giggle anyway, tilting your chin out of his loose grip to press your lips against his, and now Wonwoo knows he’s made it to heaven.

He’s floating already, outside of his body and outside of his mind, everything going numb except for the few points of connection he has with you. His eyes stay closed when you pull away, still feeling like he’s defying gravity, but he’s brought out of it when he hears you say his name. 

Wonwoo’s eyes blink open to watch how your mouth forms around the letters, entranced by the movement of your lips, enamored by the shape they make on the last syllable. Pouted slightly, opened just big enough for his finger or his tongue, pushed out like you’re begging for another kiss.

He doesn’t have the willpower to resist, figures if he’s gotten this far he can push his luck a little, and leans in to kiss you again, sucking your plush bottom lip into his mouth to glide his tongue over it. You whimper into his mouth a bit, and Wonwoo tries to kiss you harder, but you catch his jaw in your palm, push him from you gently, thumb reaching over to rest on the seam of his lips. He tries to nip at your skin, but finds he can’t control his teeth, so he just gazes at you, breathes against your thumb until you remove it with a hazy look in your eyes. 

“I’m not making out with you while you’re high, babe,” you chuckle, grinning more when he tries to pout. 

“I’m not high, I don’t do drugs except for that one time and it was an accident!” Wonwoo protests desperately. 

“Honey, I know you don’t do drugs, but you had sur-”

“Who even puts weed in brownies, they’re perfect just as they are!” Wonwoo continues, as if you hadn’t spoken at all, caught up in the memory of Jeonghan, Joshua, and Cheol’s first party in their new apartment. 

“I agree, babe, but if you remember, I wouldn’t make out with you then either,” you remind him. 

“You were there?! Are angels allowed to go to parties?” Wonwoo asks, absentmindedly and a bit scandalized. 

“They are if you’re their boyfriend,” you say teasingly, “now come on, we’ve been home for like four minutes.”

Wonwoo doesn’t hear the last part though, still caught on the word boyfriend, caught on you saying he’s your boyfriend. 

He must take too long to respond to you, because you shake your head with a smile, reaching your hand down next to his hip to unbuckle his seatbelt. He gasps at your proximity, wishes you’d come closer, but you move further away instead, opening your car door and hopping out. He didn’t even realize you’d turned the car off, and he feels the sun hit the back of his head suddenly, twists around to squint into the brightness of the open door.

You’re standing there, framed again by sunlight, and Wonwoo feels his head swim, dazed at your beauty. He doesn’t really know what to do, feels frozen by the love bubbling up inside of his chest, wonders if his knees will be able to hold the weight of his overgrown heart. He finds they do though, as you pull him out of the car and tug his arm over your shoulder, walking him inside with a hand holding tight to his waist and fingers clenched in his tshirt.

There’s pictures all over, ones of you and him, ones of you and him and your friends, ones of you and him and your families, and Wonwoo suddenly knows exactly where he is and remembers exactly who you are. 

“Baby, it’s youuuu,” he exclaims, shifting the arm on your shoulder to wrap around your neck and tug you close, his other arm coming up to wind around you and anchor you to his chest. You giggle into his neck, and Wonwoo can feel your warm breath against his skin and the way your lips stretch into a smile, and a twin grin rises on his face.

He feels something rub on his ankle, so he pulls away and looks down to see a small cat weaving its way in to sit between you and him. His mouth drops open, eyebrows raising to hide in his bangs, and he sinks down to the floor, pulling you with him. 

“Who is this?” Wonwoo breathes excitedly at you, and your face screws up in bemusement and fondness. 

“This is our cat, babe.”

“We have a CAT?!” 

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[gyvswhore]

why are you trying to hurt me.

i cant even begin to formulate words. please see my moodboard for cheols because that is how i feel once again.

[sluttywoozi]

Fever Dreams | Sleepover fic #6

Pairing: Seungcheol x gn!reader

Prompt: I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

Rating: M

Word Count: ~1200

Notes: sickfic (just a cold, no grossness), friends to lovers, cheol legit wants to marry reader, suggestiveness at the end

Seungcheol lays on the couch, brain throbbing, waste bin of tissues taunting him, and waits for you to arrive. You’d come the other night, when he was at his worst, but he had the scariest fever dream, and he needs to make sure it wasn’t real. He’s fairly sure it didn’t happen, because you would’ve freaked out and left.. and not returned for multiple days. And Cheol hasn’t seen you in multiple days. Cheol realizes that might be exactly what happened, and now his heart is pounding just as hard as his head is. But he can already hear the key he gave you turning in the lock, and you breeze into his apartment like all is right in the world. 

You’d probably be acting weird if Cheol had told you he was in love with you, right? Maybe he got lucky, and you’d already left, and he’d confessed to a mirage. He dreams about you all the time, has for months, and he wouldn’t be surprised if, in his cough syrup induced stupor, he’d thought one of his visions of you was real. You’re coming closer now, concerned smile on your face, and Cheol’s eyes close when your hand comes down to lay gently on his forehead. He holds in the contented sigh, his eyes fluttering open when you huff. 

“You’re still warm, have you been taking the medicine I left?” you ask gently, but Cheol can see the expectant set of your brows, and he nods, pointing to the empty bottle on the coffee table. 

“Good,” your hands clap together, grocery bag dangling from one, “because I brought some more!”

Cheol groans, “Stop spending money on meeee,” but you just roll your eyes, telling him you’re an adult and can spend your money how you choose. 

You’re right, but he resolves himself to spend even more money on you. It wouldn’t be hard, he sees something that reminds him of you everywhere he goes, keychains and stuffies and clothes and engagement rings. Usually, you whine when he buys you things, but now he can use your own words against you, and he grins, feeling his dry lips pull. 

“Oh, I got you sick chapstick too, here,” you fish the lip balm out, “it’s peppermint, I thought it might help with your breathing, like Vicks does.” 

Cheol clenches his eyes closed, fondness shooting through his chest, you’d remembered his rhinitis, he thinks, sounding a bit tearful in his own mind. 

The chapstick does help his breathing, and he sits up enough to tug you on top of him; the pressure of your body feels nice, and you never mind being close to him. You just sigh and settle in, turning your face away from his in an attempt to avoid catching his cold. He drifts for a little, but starts to feel a bit of deja vu, and he gets a flash of a memory. 

You, snuggled up next to him, his head on your shoulder. You, pecking his forehead lightly. Him, headbutting your chin until you kiss him again. You, fake sighing before taking his chin in your fingers and pressing another smooch to his forehead. Him, real sighing, breathing out something that sounds like ‘I love you’. 

Fuck. 

But it might not be real, Cheol tries to convince himself. It’ll drive him crazy though, not knowing if you know, and he tries to steel himself before he asks the question. 

“So, I haven’t been this sick since I was a kid, and this is so weird, but did I… Did I happen to like, confess my love to you or something?” Cheol tries at nonchalance, tries to sound as casual as he can, but he can feel his heart pounding again and knows you must feel it too. 

But Cheol can feel something, feel something else thumping on his chest, and he sucks in a deep breath when he realizes it’s your heart, running away just like his. 

“Um, yeah, you might’ve said something of the sort,” you say quietly, shyly. 

“Oh. Haha, that’s int-”

“Four times.”

“Huh?!” Cheol tries to sit up, but he’s too weak and you’re too comfy on his chest, so he lays back down and stares at the ceiling. 

“Yeah, you told me you were in love with me four times,” you exhale against his shoulder. 

His mind is racing, trying to think of what to say, how to fix this. If it was one time, he could explain it away, pretend it was platonic. But four? Cheol can’t rationalize telling you he loves you four fucking times. Telling you he’s in love with you, four fucking times. 

Jesus, this is worse than he thought. 

“Did you mean it?” you ask with a small voice, your fingers picking at a loose thread on his sweater and pulling his mind back to you. 

You sound kind of… vulnerable? And your heart is still beating against his, so hard he can feel it, so fast he’s slightly worried, and he wonders if he should just take the leap. It’s too late anyway, right? And Cheol doesn’t want to lie to you, would hate not telling you the truth when you sound fragile like this. 

He takes in another deep breath, feeling you rise and fall with his chest, before answering, “Yeah, sweetheart, I meant it. Every single time.” 

Your head shoots up, turning so you can look at him, lock his gaze with yours, decide for yourself if he’s telling the truth. Cheol keeps his face open, letting you see the fond smile he usually stifles, the adoration he always tries to hide, the love he pretends he doesn’t feel. Because he does love you, he is in love with you, and he almost feels better, now that you know.  

Your answering grin blinds him, and you drop your face down to smack a kiss to his lips, pulling away and gliding your tongue over your bottom lip to taste the chapstick. If Cheol wasn’t sick, he’d have already rolled you under him to lick into your mouth, pressed minty kisses on every available inch of skin, asked you if he could make even more skin available. He tries not to think about having your body under his, or where else his hands could go, or if you’d let him put his peppermint lips to work between your legs. The thought makes him suck in a gasp, but it gets stuck in his throat and triggers a coughing fit, and you get up and speed away to get him more water. 

Cheol misses you as soon as you leave, and wonders if it’d be too much to ask you to move in with him, just while he’s sick, of course. And then, maybe more and more of your things will materialize at his place, and maybe half of his clothes will disappear to make space for yours, and maybe the other side of the sink will fill up with your skincare, and maybe your toothbrush will find itself next to his, and maybe that ring he’s been looking at will show up on your finger. 

And maybe Cheol wouldn’t mind. 

You come back soon enough, water in hand and a sweet smile on your face, and Cheol is taking a drink when you say, “I love you too, by the way.”

He chokes again.

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[gyvswhore]

im gonna scream and cry. im gonna start screaming and crying. i dont even have words. cheol in this is SO FUCKING CUTE :(( oh to take care of a sick and lovey and clingy seungcheol :(( the way he demanded more kisses :(( id give this cheol the entire world actually

anyways moodboard of how this made me feel:

[sluttywoozi]

Salty and Sweet | Sleepover Fic #7

Pairing: Mingyu x gn!reader

Prompt: every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

Rating: M

Word count: ~600

Notes: food mention, swearing, suggestive, making out, biting, mentions of sex

Mingyu bounces on his toes as he waits for you to come into the kitchen. You’re taking forever and he’s almost at the point of just saying fuck it and plating dinner up, but he’ll get you this time, he swears. Tonight is the night. 

The night he gets your honest opinion, the night he’ll get you to tell him the truth, the night he finally gets you to give him a straight answer. 

It drives Mingyu nuts, honestly, that every single time he asks you to taste whatever he’s cooking and tell him if it needs more salt, you just say ‘it’s amazing’ and squeeze some part of his body. 

Okay, the body squeezing, he does like, because Mingyu will never get enough of your hands on him - his ass, his shoulders, his pecs, his hips, hell, you’ve even squeezed his bottom lip between two fingers before, and he loved that too. Loved it enough to forget about the food on the stove and haul you to bed (Mingyu ate something else for dinner that night, and it was wonderful). 

But he needs to know if he should add more salt or not! Your palate is different than his; he doesn’t eat things with much sodium so it’s hard for him to tell if a dish needs it, and that’s where you should come in, as his life partner and former roommate, but noooo you just have to be difficult and tell him it’s perfect. So tonight, he intentionally undersalted. He’d tasted it already, and it needs a bit more seasoning even to him, so there’s no way you won’t notice. If you say it doesn’t need anything this time, he’ll be able to call you on it and figure out why you insist on sparing his feelings. 

He’s about to turn the stove off, go find you, throw you over his shoulder, and bring you to the kitchen himself when you appear, fresh from a shower. 

This is very distracting for him, and Mingyu curses you, knowing he won’t be able to be mean when you’re all dewy and soft and delicious smelling. It must be part of your plan, and step two must be smiling at him with all the love in the world, and walking over to pull his head down into a kiss. His hands fly to your waist, fingers digging into your robe and the flesh underneath it, tongue brushing against your bottom lip until you open for him.

You’d put on that one lip mask Mingyu loves, he can taste it on you, and he sighs into your mouth, digging his canines into your lip until you whine. He never makes you bleed, never bites hard enough to bruise (your lips, anyway), but he loves testing the plush flesh with his teeth, loves the sound you make when he nips just a little too hard. Mingyu loves when you arch into him too, like you are now, and he slides his arms around you, pulling you up against his body so he doesn’t have to crouch.

He can feel your heat against him, through your robe and the thin fabric of his shirt, and when he squeezes you even closer, he can feel the hitch in your breath as your ribs expand and then stutter against his. You moan a bit when you brush over his cock, hardening already in his sweats. You grind over him again and Mingyu wonders if step three is making him fuck you on the dining table.

He doesn’t really need to know if his food needs more salt, anyway, Mingyu thinks, shutting off the burner and carrying you into the dining room. 

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[gyvswhore]

MINGYUUUUUUU

if you ever decided to continue this i think id lose my fucking mind. I NEED HIM. LIKE I N E E D HIM SO BAD. but again this is also so cute??? yeah i hate you (no i dont) >:( why are you such an amazing writer and why do your fics always put me in my feels. the way its like gyu feels scandalized but also cant help but give in 😭 and reader not even knowing at all makes it even funnier. the relationships you create in these are all so sweet and cute and so true to the specific member imo. boyfriend gyu is my favorite thing in the entire universe and you do it so well me thinks

as always this is a masterpiece and if i could properly put my thoughts into words id have more to say but :( i just lovelovelove this <3

[sluttywoozi]

Night Changes | Sleepover Fic #8

Pairing: Seungkwan x reader 

Prompt: babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring

Rating: M (MINORS DNI PLS JUST DONT)

Word Count: ~3600

Notes: porn without plot, hair pulling, established relationship, WAP reader, unprotected sex,  restraining (wrist held once, legs held open by his), soft(?)dom Seungkwan, fingering, clit stim, squirting, piv sex, breeding kink (no impreg kink), creampie, aftercare, lmk if i missed anything

Reader notes: no specified gender, honey and sweetheart used as petnames, reader wears panties and has a vagina

Seungkwan’s laying in bed with you, your head resting on his chest, eyelashes fluttering against his skin, moonlight filtering in through the curtains, when he hears it. Or, more accurately, feels it. There’s a… breathy, rumbling sound coming from you, he can feel the vibrations, and his fingers still in your hair so he can listen closer. Yeah, it’s definitely you, because when his fingers stop moving, the sound stops too. 

“Babe. My love. Song in my heart,” Seungkwan begins carefully, “Are you, for lack of a better word, purring?”

“Noooo,” you moan, pressing your face into his chest in what seems like embarrassment. 

But there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about; Seungkwan has made all sorts of noises around you, most of them being directly caused by you. Sure, he’s never purred before but there’s no reason to be ashamed. Honestly, he kind of… likes it. 

You’re rarely ever shy around him, you’ve been confident from the start, and as much as Seungkwan loves you as you are, there’s also something to say about your current bashfulness. It makes him feel a bit bigger, a bit stronger, like he could tease you and get away with it for once, so he sinks his fingers back into your scalp and watches you with keen eyes. 

You arch into the scratching of his nails, face emerging from his shirt to tilt back into his touch, and Seungkwan can see the set of your jaw, knows you’re holding in the sounds you want to make. But Seungkwan wants to hear them, so he pulls your hair until you gasp, using your distraction to slide his thumb into your mouth. 

He watches your face with a heavy gaze, nibbling at the inside of his cheek, as your eyes clench shut and your spine twists in a shiver. You close your lips around his thumb to suck, but that’s not what he’s after so he slips it out, tugging your chin down to keep your mouth open. Your eyes open slowly, locking with his, and he knows you can see the want on his face, knows you can probably feel it under the leg that rests over his hips, but Seungkwan doesn’t care. 

No, he just wants to hear that sound again, glides his nails along your scalp, flattens his palm to dig his fingers in, brings them together so he can tug your hair at the roots. That really gets you, and your moan floats in the air, louder than usual with your mouth open like this, so he does it again, pulls your hair harder this time, before loosening his fingers to massage at your scalp. The purring starts, and Seungkwan drinks in the sound, gaze stuck on your lips, reveling in the sounds coming out of you. 

He wants you to make more, but he wants to feel them too, so he pushes you up with gentle hands and scooches to brace his back against the headboard of the bed. You look adorably rumpled, sleepshirt falling off your shoulder, lips pouting, eyes half lidded, and Seungkwan chuckles as he guides you into place between his legs. He pulls you close, your back resting on his chest, your head just under his chin, tilted up so you can look at him. Wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your scent, Seungkwan pushes his hips against you, and lays one hand on the waistband of your lace panties. 

“Can I touch you, honey?” Seungkwan asks, even though he knows you’ll say yes, because you’re already lifting your hips into his hand. He widens his legs to make more room for yours, pulls one to rest over his knee so you’re spread open for him, and slides his hand under the elastic. 

“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathes against your hair, “you’re soaking, sweetheart. Do you always get this wet when I play with your hair?”

“Nooo,” you whine, denying it just like you denied the purring, and you and Seungkwan both know you just told on yourself. You get shy again, your thighs trying to close around his hand even with one stuck, and Seungkwan loves it, free palm sliding down to push your leg over his other knee, keep you splayed open for him. 

Seungkwan can see every movement of his hand under the fabric of your panties, his fingers sliding along the seam of your pussy, dipping into your entrance to spread your wetness through your folds, gliding over your clit with the lightest touch he can manage. You try to buck your hips up but can’t get far with your legs hooked over his, and Seungkwan breathes a laugh into your shoulder. 

You whine at him, writhing between his thighs, and the pressure against his cock makes him gasp and press his teeth into your skin. Seungkwan doesn’t like biting you, doesn’t really feel the urge to leave marks on the skin he loves so much, but he just might tonight. You’re bringing something out in him, a part of him that wants to tell you what to do, hold you down, spread you open, bite lick suck every part of you he can reach. He doesn’t normally tease you, not when you both just want to make the other feel as good as possible, and sex with you is usually more like a dance than fucking, but tonight, Seungkwan wants to fuck you. He wants to make you scream and cry and shake and push him away then beg him for more. 

“Honey,” Seungkwan exhales with a raspy voice, “can we try something a bit different tonight?”

“Like what, Kwannie?” you ask impatiently, hips still wiggling in an attempt to get him to touch you more. 

“I wanna,” Seungkwan takes in a deep, nervous breath, “I wanna be rougher with you, make you cum until you can’t anymore, until you tell me to stop. And I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Would that be okay with you?”

“Would that be okay with me?” you ask, somewhat disbelieving, “fuck yes, Seungkwan, you can fuck me until I cry, if you want,” you breathe out, setting your hands on the bed, sheets bunched up tight in your fingers.

That makes him shiver, hips rolling against your back, dick pressing into your spine, and he pushes two fingers into you, pushes through the stretch, pushes them deep, spreading them when his knuckles bump up against your wet flesh. You sigh out a moan, kicking your hips up before opening your thighs wider for him, and he hooks the tips into the ridged spot inside of you, grinds them until he feels you get wetter. You’re drenched already, soaking your panties, and he moves his hand off your thigh to tug them down, wanting to see everything. You lift your hips up, trying to help, but that just sends his fingers into you harder, and your back arches against his chest, your moan flowing loudly into the bedroom. 

Your panties get caught midway, unable to slide down any further with your legs held open like this, but Seungkwan doesn’t want to stop long enough to unhook a leg and take them off. The waistband stretches, elastic snapping, and you whine, “just rip them!”

“What?” Seungkwan asks, because there’s no way you just told him to tear your panties off of you, but you force out, “babe, rip them. The waist is already done, just get them off.”

Seungkwan might want to be in charge tonight, but he’s not about to defy that order, so he slides his fingers under the waistband and pierces through the lace with his nails, then pulls to break the elastic holding the side of your panties together. They fall, and Seungkwan can just barely see his fingers in you through the remnants, free hand pushing at the fabric until it’s slid down your other leg to bare you completely. 

“Fuck me,” Seungkwan says under his breath, eyes locked on his fingers disappearing inside of you, on the wetness seeping out around them, on the way it glistens on your pussy in the moonlight. Your clit is starting to peek out from between your folds, swollen and probably throbbing, if he knows you at all, and Seungkwan needs to make you cum. Now. 

His fingers scissor in you, stretching you out, a third sliding in, and you clench down, crying out his name. He moves his other hand to spread you open, pointer and ring finger pushing at your slick flesh so his middle finger can get right at your clit, rubbing tight circles. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open in a moan, pussy tightening rhythmically around the fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan smiles, baring his teeth a little as you get closer and closer. 

Your body squirms against him, but you have nowhere to go, your legs trapped on either side of his, and his arms tense to hold you tighter against him. You have no choice but to take it, take the pressure on your clit, take the fingers fucking in and out of you, but you love it, your pussy clenching, gushing as you cum. 

Seungkwan rides the waves with you, hooking his fingers into you and rubbing them back and forth, finger pressing down on your pulsing center, and he feels heat rush through him, his aching cock twitching against your back. You’ve got at least one more in you though, Seungkwan knows from experience, and he’s going to draw it out with his fingers. If you want his dick after, great, if not, his hands work just fine, obviously. 

He was letting you come down a bit, but when you buck your hips into his touch, forcing his fingers deeper, Seungkwan just says, “Okay, honey, if that’s how you want it,” and fucks his hand into you harder, palm hitting against the finger resting on your clit. You’re whimpering, pussy contracting continuously, sucking his digits in deeper, and he thinks maybe he can fit-

“Fuck, Seungkwan, please,” you beg, as he works a fourth finger into you. You arch against him, and he can’t stop his hips from bucking into you, desperate for some friction on his cock. That just makes things worse for him though, the fabric of his boxers rubbing on the sensitive head of his dick, length pressed against his stomach, leaking precum onto his shirt. He’ll cum after you do though, Seungkwan reminds himself, wedging his fingers in deeper to curl and catch at your g-spot, fucking into you incessantly. He sandwiches your clit between two fingers, pressing hard and grinding up and down, and he can feel it pulsating, feel your pussy throbbing from the inside out. 

The sounds he’s pulling from you, from your mouth and your body alike, hypnotize him. Your gasps, your whines, the raspy cries of his name, your pussy squelching around his fingers, the slick noises of his hand moving on your clit, it’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful song Seungkwan’s ever heard. He’ll never get enough of you now that he’s heard you like this, but he can’t get distracted now. 

You’d said he could fuck you unti you cried, and you’re not crying yet, just gasping for breath and shuddering in his arms, hips bucking into and then away from his touch, over and over and over. You’re almost there, and Seungkwan knows it, so he shoves his fingers as deep as they can reach, angling his forearm out, getting more leverage to fuck into your g-spot, thrusting in and out so hard he can feel drops of your wetness splashing against his thighs. You try to curl up, your back bowing and your head dropping, chin tucked tight to your chest, and he feels your heart galloping against his as you break, slick spraying out on the next stroke, your shouts echoing in the room. Your clit is throbbing between his knuckles, beating in time with the clenching of your entrance, pussy stretched wide around the four fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan can feel your cunt swallow them deeper, walls squeezing down tight around them. 

His hips jerk against you, cock jumping in his boxers, mind fuzzy with desire and filled with your voice, and he thinks he could cum like this if he just gets the right ang-

“Seungkwan, please fuck me,” you sob, and he’s so shocked you can talk that he doesn’t register what you say, until you say it again. 

“Sweetheart,” he begins, “aren’t you tired? You just, like, squirted all over the bed, we’ll have to change the sheets.”

“Boo Seungkwan, you know we have more sheets! Please put your dick in me, I feel like I’ll die if you don’t,” you beg, chest rapidly rising and falling, pussy still pulsing around his fingers. 

“Okay, okay, honey, how do you want it?” Seungkwan feels like he might pass out, he honestly didn’t think you’d even be up for helping him cum after how you just did, and now here you are, begging him to fuck you. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. 

You whine out, “like this, Kwannie, like this, just take your fingers out and get your cock in me,” and Seungkwan rushes to follow your directions, tilting away from you enough to pull his cock out. The waistband of his boxers is soaked with his precum, but he can wash them with the linens later, and he tugs the elastic down to rest under his balls, his dick twitching when the open air hits it. He shifts you up into his lap, scooting down a bit more so you have a better seat, and slides his fingers out of you. Your pussy squeezes down, trying to keep them inside, but he replaces them with his dick before you can complain. 

There’s still a bit of a stretch, but you let out a keening sigh and wiggle your hips until they sit flush with his. You’re soaking wet around him, walls massaging the length of his cock, so hot and perfect for him, and he almost wants to just stay here, buried inside you, unmoving. 

But you told Seungkwan to fuck you, begged him to, and all he ever wants is to give you exactly what you want, so he braces his feet on the bed and snaps his hips up into you. You bounce in his lap and, remembering how wet you’d gotten when he held you down, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you tight against his chest, keeping you there as he starts fucking into you. He’s lean, but strong, holding you in place so his hips have room to thrust in and out, angling your body forward a bit so the head of his cock can drag against the sensitive spot inside you, shifting up onto his knees so he can get more leverage. 

You tip forward, and Seungkwan follows you, letting you brace yourself on your hands, your knees still spread apart by his. He can fuck you harder like this anyway, one hand squeezing your hip, the other pushing down on your lower back to make you arch up. His hips slam against your ass with every thrust, dick practically gliding in you with how wet you’ve gotten, and Seungkwan can’t take his eyes off of the way your pussy is stretched around his cock. 

He’s moaning now, feeling your walls locking up tight around him, and he knows he won’t last. That’s fine though, because you’re getting close again, and Seungkwan’s favorite thing about sex is cumming with you. You just need a little bit more, and he can see your hand move on the sheets, destination probably being between your thighs, but Seungkwan had told you to keep your hands to yourself. He reminds you, with his body stretched over yours and his fingers wrapped around your wrist, dragging it back up to rest next to the other above your head. 

Releasing your wrist, Seungkwan braces his hand next to yours as a warning, smoothing the one on your hip around to press his fingers into your clit. He keeps them there, as he fucks in and out of you, as your pussy clenches down on his dick, as weak moans leave you with every slap of his hips against your ass. 

“Seungkwan, please- fuck, please make me cum, I’m so close,” you cry out, gasping into the bed before turning your head to rest on your arm, watery eyes catching his. 

You are close, and he is too, so he nods, groaning out, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make you cum.” 

It doesn’t take much, just his fingers circling and pinching and grinding on your clit, and his cock pumping in and out of you, for your lips to fall open in a feeble scream as you shatter on him. Your cunt contracts into a vice grip around his dick and your wetness floods out to drip down his balls, and it’s enough to make him cum, your cries filling his ears as his dick jumps, cum starting to spill inside of you. 

Seungkwan cums so hard, for so long, that he’s dizzy by the time his cock stops twitching against your walls. He pulls out slowly, dick softening and milky white, and he sits back on his knees, exhausted. Your legs are still spread by his, and Seungkwan’s about to close them, climb off the bed to tug you with him to the bathroom, when his eyes fall to your pussy and suddenly, he has no will to move. 

Your entrance tightens in pulses, pushing out little bits of his cum with every squeeze, and with the way you’re lying on your stomach, it drips down to smear over your clit. This image of you, legs spread and your teary, tired eyes gazing at him, his cum painted all over your still throbbing, still wet, still open pussy…

Seungkwan can’t stop staring, and he shifts to lay between your legs, his face close enough to your cunt he can smell the combination of him and you. His fingers come up to your clit, rubbing over the swollen nub once, before they smooth up your folds, gathering his cum and guiding it back to your entrance. They sink in, pushing deep inside, fucking his cum back into you. 

You moan, clenching around his fingers, and his dick twitches, valiantly trying to harden again. Seungkwan is spent though, and so are you, judging by the strain in your thigh muscles and the way you shiver a bit, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheek. 

He’s never fucked you so hard before, and he switches into fussing mode immediately, withdrawing his fingers from you gently and slowly rolling you over onto your back. Your arms and legs stretch out, body starfishing on the bed, and Seungkwan lets you catch your breath for a minute while he clambers off. He can’t let you fall asleep though, not until he cleans up the mess he made of you, so he tugs you up off the bed and helps you hobble to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of the tub as he gets the shower going, eyes drooping shut and body listing to the side before he pulls you up again to join him under the rainfall showerhead. 

Seungkwan props you up against his chest while he rinses you off with the handheld, settling you down on the bench before he washes away his cum with tender hands. He tilts you back to rest against the shower wall, lathering his palms up with your face wash and swirling it over your skin. He thinks you might be sleeping, and cups water into his hands to carefully rinse your face,  figures you’re safe enough on the bench for him to finish showering. 

He moves through his routine quickly, cursing to himself when he realizes he hadn’t stripped the bed yet, and shuts the shower off. He towel dries his body roughly, shaking his hair out and scrunching it in your microfiber turbee twist, before wrapping you up tight in your giant fluffy towel. Setting you on the stool of your vanity, Seungkwan ensures you won’t fall over before rushing out of the steamy bathroom to change the sheets. 

It’s a bit hard with just one person, but Seungkwan’s not about to make you clean up his mess, so he makes do, only punching the bed once when the fitted sheet snaps off of one corner. He scurries back to the bathroom, exhaling in relief to find you still sitting upright. Your face looks glowy and he spots your essence out of place on the counter - you must have tried to do your skincare. It looks like you’d gotten through your first serum before you got tired, so Seungkwan picks up the second and pats it into your skin, follows it with your night cream, remembering to bring it down your neck like you always nag him to do on himself. He halfheartedly does his own skin regimen, feeling the fatigue clawing at his brain and dragging his body down, and wakes you enough to stumble to bed with him. 

You climb under the sheets clumsily, cheek rubbing into your fresh silk pillowcase, and close your eyes. Breathing in the lavender spray Seungkwan had frantically spritzed throughout the room, you pucker your lips for a kiss (which he happily grants) and breathe out, “Love you, Kwannie.”

Seungkwan snuggles up close, pulls you into his arms and settles his face next to yours on your pillow, sighs out, “love you too, sweetheart,” and joins you in sleep. 

AN: i was nervous to write smut for Seungkwan but it was easy af i love him so much ! i am very sleepy now but i hope you enjoy this, i would like to know your every thought and feeling, please please please - tags, comments, inboxes, anons, all are welcome i love to read your feedback!

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GOD where do i even start 😫 your writing is so. good. top fucking tier. i want to devour this fic whole and let it consume me.

this was so sweet but also soooo sexyyy!! the aftercare really had me wtf :( i love how kwan is so caring and loving throughout but also still so hot?? i am actually frothing at my mouth. yn asking him to just put it in already really made me giggle, all the dialogue is so cute (& sexy) and so seungkwan :( your writing never fails to amaze me. you are easily one of my fav writers on here <3 i love everything abt this