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[zynz0]

๋ ࣭ ⭑soft dom sungho x sub fem bodied reader x sub myungjae ๋ ࣭ ⭑

basically just sungho holding you up and open for subby oversensitive myungjae hehe ๋ ࣭ wc 0.5k ๋

sungho held you firm in the air, your back to his chest and his fingers digging into the underside of your thighs with enough force to bruise but you couldn't feel that right now.

"hy- hyung please h-hurts" jaehyun whimpered out as he dragged his oversensitive tip up and down your puffy slick folds again, a weak beg for mercy as he'd already came 3 times

"i said keep going" sungho repeated sternly through gritted teeth as he fought your body's attempt to close your thighs, the tremors of your last orgasm still raking your muscles. nuzzling his nose into your hair, next to your ear he continued, directed at the both of you "this pretty pussy isn't filled enough"

your head lolled like it was only loosely attached, arms hanging in the same fashion. you were completely spent, body numb and weightless in sungho's strong grasp and yet you still begged.

"mngplease" you mewled out, a pathetic, hoarse sound, a plea for a break as jaehyun's tip nudged your swollen sensitive clit, yet your body betrayed you, greedy cunt clenching around nothing and still craving to be filled

"i know baby i know" sungho kissed your shoulder delicately. he was rock solid behind you, cock heavy and aching in the confines of his clothes, but he had the most impressive resolve, the small amount of pressure from your ass with each of jaehyun's thrusts would do for the time being. he would have his own fun with you later but he wasn't thinking about that, more focused on ruining the two subs in front of him whilst being attentive to your pleasures and limits.

"you said you could go all night jae" sungho met jaehyun's wide glazed over eyes "this was your idea remember, you wanted this" he challenged, making jaehyun feel half the size he was, shrinking into himself like a child being scolded. the weight of not fulfilling his word plagued him

"i- i do!" he raised his voice desperate to prove himself to his friend whilst also pleasing you, eyes welling up and bottom lip threatening to quiver. he could stop at any time, he knew this. you all did. except he didn't want to. the last thing he ever wanted was to disappoint either of you and oh how it made his head spin to be controlled like this, pushed to his limits, milked like he was no longer a human, just a cock to serve others' pleasure.

a smirk spread across sungho's face having successfully pushed him, his own arousal spiking from the power he held as he watched the poor boy lining his cock up to your leaking entrance.

jaehyun whined pitifully, his whole body shuddering as he pushed his angry red tip into your cum filled cunt for the nth time. he immediately grabbed your hips to anchor himself, teary eyes locked onto your half lidded ones and flinching as your warm walls engulfed his length again.

lips parted slightly, you heavily panted his name, eyelids fluttering shut and head falling back onto sungho's shoulder. despite the overwhelming fullness, your body welcomed it eagerly

"fuck look at that" sungho whispered huskily, watching as jaehyun bottomed out, some of his cum leaking out at the sides as he slid in "both so good for me"

[hrt4yongie]

no thoughts just being rough w jaehyun while making him fuck you 🙂‍↕️

he would be so red in the face and so pent up trying not to cum while he’s deep inside of you it would be so cute :( he has you in missionary, doing his absolute best to keep his release at bay but you just feel so fucking good.

you have your hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing firmly enough to restrict his airflow but just lightly enough to leave him aching for more. “w-wan’ cum, baby..” he begs in a little voice as he twitches around you, barely able to keep up the pace of his strokes that you had instructed him to keep.

you tap him on the cheek a bit harshly, slightly slapping the boy around for having the audacity to slow down. “you get all lazy on me like this and you wanna ask me if you can cum? don’t act dumb, puppy.” you scold, gripping him by the chin and forcing him to look you in the eye.

jaehyun whines at the denial of his climax, his glossy eyes drooping into his signature puppy stare that usually got him what he wanted. usually. “m’ sorry, mommy..” he pleads, pushing himself to fuck you a little quicker and whining profusely. “fuck..” he curses under his breath as he stares at you begging for his approval.

you let out a groan at the feeling of your boyfriends cock driving deeper into you as your eyes roll back. “that’s a good puppy, baby..” you praise, moaning softly. “you like being a good boy for me, honey?” you ask, looking back up at jaehyun with the same intense gaze that makes him squirm.

he nods dumbly and enthusiastically at the question, completely enraptured with how good you look taking his length. “love it, mama.” he whispers, tone shaking as his hips begin with stutter against you. “wan’ cum in you so bad, baby. fuck-“ he whines out, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

you can’t help but whine at the added stimulation mixed with how needy jaehyun looked above you, your head falling back against the pillows. “fuck, that’s good baby..” you praise, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his raven hair and tug on the soft strands. “cum in me, baby. fill mommy up like a good pup.” you instruct.

you watch fireworks go off in your boyfriends brain as he immediately unravels, “fuck..! thankyouthankyou..” he babbles, tucking his face into your neck as he speeds his hips up and fills the room with the wet sounds of his cock fucking you. “cumming! fuck, i’m cumming mommy, oh my god.” he chokes before slamming into you one final time and filling you up with his hot seed.

you feel jaehyun immediately collapse against your chest as he rides out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting into you as he milks every last bit of it. “love you so much, mama.” he whispers in a fucked out voice, kissing and sucking along your neck. you hum at the contact, tilting your head slightly to give your boy better access.

“don’t get any ideas of stopping just yet.” you interject, grabbing jaehyun by the back of his hair and tugging him back to look at you once more. “mama still needs to cum too. be a good boy and clean up that mess you’ve made for me, yeah?”. jaehyun stares at you, nodding at your words as he fully settles into his subspace.

“yes ma’am.” he responds, slowly pulling out of you and making his way down to rest between your parted thighs. gosh, you really could get used to this having a pet as a boyfriend thing.

[ilysungho]

you did THE BEST writing the sub leehan drabble and i can't stop thinking about how ihan would be if he suddenly found out he had mommy kink...

as if you were touching him after he has been needing you all afternoon since he couldn't see you and as a result of the pleasure, out of nowhere he is calling you mommy and whining like a baby pleading for more

I think that even he would be surprised by what he says but he couldn't stop begging OH GOD IT DRIVES ME CRAZY RNNN I NEED IT

If you can do something like that I would really appreciate it 🥲🥲

pd: I really love your work, you are one of my favorite writers ily😭😭♡

a/n: you’re so sweet thank you so much for loving my work, it makes me so happy to hear that 🥹 honestly i’ve been warming up to mommy kinks (just jaehyun and taesan so far) so i tried… also this might've turned out to be way longer than intended so enjoy cutie 💗 wc: 1k contains: sub!leehan x dom!reader, implied switch!leehan, mommy kink leehan, marking, handjob, riding, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't!), creampie, lowercase intended

almost a month passed by without seeing your boyfriend around. practice ran late into the night, leehan just staying at the dorms for the time being. he had to be up early, barely getting any sleep, and had no time to talk to you. so when he was able to finally finish with performances, of course he clung to you like a baby koala.

you played with his hair while softly kissing the top of his head, leehan nuzzling into you under your touch. questions and answers about how life had been got exchanged, with him closing his eyes at your voice. he found comfort in the warmth of your tone, one that he missed the sound of so dearly. and as he started to feel sleepy, his answers eventually turned into mumbles of soft hmm-s and mhm-s.

at the lack of responses, you stopped practically interrogating him, instead resorting to kissing his face. your lips touched every part of him so softly as you faced him to show your love. he smiled his signature smile, the one where his eyes scrunch into crescents, resembling the moon in a beautiful night sky. as much as he loved to make you feel special, he loved to be taken care of. so he let you do as you wanted, to help him fill up on the love he'd been deprived of.

the kisses never stopped, trailing down to his jawline as your hands reached behind his back to rub it gently. he could feel every touch to his core, slowly but surely starting to get needy for you. it was when you kissed down his neck onto his sweet spot that he said it: “mommy…”

his voice was quiet by firm, but you let go of your position to stare at him. “what did you say?”

the sudden change in the atmosphere had the two of you confused but also… excited. he was never one to call you by said term, but at the moment it felt so right. but if you didn’t like it, then he just might’ve ruined the mood…

“n-nothing, don’t worry.” his embarrassed face came on as he tried to deny in, but you took his hand to intertwine your fingers. leaning down to kiss that spot once again, you muttered, “‘s ok, say whatever you wanna.”

the indirect acceptance of the new nickname had him going. to describe it, he felt like it was the only right term to use at the moment, and he surprisingly liked how it sounded out of his mouth. but you did have to get used to it, and what better way than to have him call you so for now?

your kissing turned into marking, leaving pink hues on the pale canvas. the tug of your teeth on his sensitive skin made him whimper, scared to call you by the name again. you kept going though, wanting to hear him call you so, sucking a bit harder to leave deeper reds.

“take your shirt off baby.” you got up to take your own shirt off, him following suit. he bit his lips as you pushed him back down on the bed, going back to marking his now revealed chest. your free hand moved up to his nipples, touching over them and causing him to gasp.

you looked up at him as your lips reached down to the other nipple, kissing around it. he nervously returned the eye contact, scared for what will happen next. your mouth wrapped around it now, licking and sucking on the new territory. this had leehan squirming under you, the sensitivity hitting him at once as he moaned out once again.

“mommy…” you smirked against his chest as you played with his nipples, something he’d always do when the roles were reversed. your continued attention on his sensitive buds had him whining under you until you let go, sitting up beside him.

“come put your head here, my good boy.” leehan gasped at the nickname as he watched you pat on your lap, inching closer to obey your order. he nervously watched as you raised an eyebrow and pushed down the bra cups to show your boobs, slightly leaning down for him. “now suck.”

his tongue immediately wrapped around your nipple, hands flying to engulf you in a hug. your one hand stayed on leehan’s hair to stroke it as your other removed the rest of his clothes for him. lying naked while sucking your boobs, your leehan looked really cute while being all desperate for you. you hummed out praises for him continuously while also stroking his dick now. and every now and then, leehan would let go to let out the softest yet most exasperated sighs accompanied by calling you mommy.

“you’re being such a good boy for mommy, hanie.” smiling down at him, he hid his face between your chest while nodding, blushing at how you called yourself so. your thumb slid across his slit, hissing following suit. fingers tangled in his blond locks as you slowly rubbed him, his throat now leaving moans of desperation freely. your boyfriend jerked against your hand as he sucked your nipples once again. all the shame and shyness left his body at this point, not caring what he did or said. and all he needed was you to take control.

"mommy please, i need more..." he moaned softly while continuing his actions. a hum followed, with you moving him to get up and on top of him. your sweet smile accompanied by your not-so-sweet actions made leehan squirm under you as you held onto his dick. the slick between the two of you formed quite enough to help him ease into you, causing both lovers to gasp in unison. you moved slowly at first, bottoming out every time before getting back up and going down on him once again.

leehan whimpered as he caught onto your hand, the pleasure getting to his emotions as his eyes teared up. any and every kind of sound erupted from his chest, louder than the previous as he begged you for more. he let out hymns of "faster please mommy," "please, harder mommy, please," "mommy please," "mommy, mommy, mommy!" until he came undone in you, his seed spilling out as you kept riding his pretty cock, which is just for his mommy.

[4ranghaes]

han taesan x reader [smut, fem!reader]

warnings - spit kink, fingering, dom!taesan, fem nicknames used (baby, princess), use of tae’s real name, kind of gross descriptions but i’m just super horny

a/n - oh nothing….😔just taesan with a spit kink………😮‍💨 just plaguing my brain these days…..😵‍💫

20:11 - “look at me, baby.”

you were snuggled into your boyfriend’s side, watching youtube videos together from the laptop balanced on your knees. taesan’s naturally larger frame and the way your body was slumped against the pillows and his body meant he had at least a head on you. your head leant on his shoulder while his rested on top of yours.

you took your head off his shoulder, looking up at his command. his hand had been working soft circles into your thigh all night, you should’ve known how he was feeling, but if didn’t click until you looked up, taesan’s large hand coming to grab your jaw, his finger tapping twice on your cheek. as if trained, your mouth opened for him. a wide, cocky smile overtook taesan’s lips before a large glob of spit dripped from his mouth into yours. you swallowed, taesan’s hand letting go of your jaw as you smiled.

“good girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead and letting you go back to your original position.

but now you were frustrated. you put the laptop down and pulled away, looking at him with a pout.

he smiled lightly, “what, baby?”

“you can’t just do that, dongmin!” you exclaimed, whining like a baby in a way that only him and his teasing could reduce you to.

“i always do baby,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows in mock confusion.

“yeah, but– but— but it’s different!”

“how?” he chuckled.

“you know how,” you grumbled, falling back against his chest.

taesan pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing down the outside of your thigh. the skin was bare due to your pyjama shorts, goosebumps appearing in the wake of taesan’s light touch.

you sighed, leaning into him as suddenly his hand moved inside your thigh, spreading your legs apart with a domineering hand, his fingers ghosting your clothed cunt. your breathing became uneven as you looked up at him, a pouting look on your face.

“what?” he chuckled, now drawing circles on the fabric. you opened your mouth wordlessly, taesan smirking before spitting again into your mouth, sealing the act with a kiss this time.

you moaned as his lips clashed against yours, his hand now patting your bum to get you to lift your hips, pulling your pyjama shorts and panties down in a swift motion when you did.

“good girl,” he breathed, pulling away for just a second before smashing his lips to yours again.

one finger continued to trace lightly against the inside of your thigh as he pulled away, leaving your bottom lips touching, his tongue just crossing over into your mouth, but his face was far away enough that he could watch your expression as he spread the lips of your pussy with skilled fingers before moving one to press against your clit.

he started circling the bud, as you panted, your mouth still open, desperate for his lips and for his spit.

he moved his thumb to be working on your clit, his middle and ring finger beginning to spread your wetness all over your cunt before playing with your entrance.

your hand flew up to taesan’s face, cupping his cheek before moving to tangle in his hair as his fingers began to pump in and out of your hole, in and out.

“move your hips, baby,” he cooed, “fuck yourself on my fingers, come on.”

“please,” you whined, doing as he said.

his eyebrows raised, his full lips pouting as he shook his head, expression feigning confusion, “please what?” you whined, embarrassed. “say it, princess.”

“please spit in my mouth,” you whispered, taesan smiling, his fingers not letting up as he kissed the outside of your lips before spitting harshly in your mouth, kissing you sloppily afterwards.

his fingers started pumping faster, your moans being lost, drowned out in your boyfriend’s mouth, wet sounds from both activities filling the dark bedroom.

you whined, not even attempting to pull away from taesan’s delicious lips, even as your orgasm drew closer. you felt him smile against you, fingers inside you speeding up and digging further against your clit.

moaning, back arching into him, your orgasm washed over you as you finally pulled away from his mouth. both of your lips swollen and wet with spit, he watched with a proud smile as you moaned and whimpered, hips riding his fingers through your orgasm.

“i need to get my cock wet now,” he panted, a lust-filled smile on his face.

you smiled, catching your breath, “which one do you want?”

[lynnimini]

just a lynnimini thought: thinking about the way jaehyun would tease you to no end during sex…

!! MINORS DNI !!

“p-please”

you barely managed to stutter out as jaehyun endlessly kept pounding into you, always slowing down right before you could finish. he’d been edging you for nearly half an hour and you were starting to beg for him, just like he wanted.

“please what pretty girl? what’s wrong?”

he feigned confusion as he slowed down even more, reveling in the soft whines that escaped your throat.

“wanna cum s-so badly. please go faster jae”

you begged, tears spilling down as jaehyun laughed at how desperate you were, pressing your hips down into the mattress when you tried moving on your own.

“i know you can take it love. just a little longer for me okay? you can take it”

he cooed as he gently wiped your tears away, sweet actions contradicting the slow pace he continued moving at. the way his cock slowly hit all your sensitive spots sent you into a daze, but you needed him to go faster. he knew that. but hearing your pretty little whimpering voice begging him to go faster was too sweet to give up.

“my pretty girl wanna cum?”

you nodded eagerly at his words, hopeful that he would finally let you. he picked up his pace as he pressed his lips to yours, messily making out in your guys’ desperation.

“jae!”

you cried out as he suddenly pulled out and rested his cock on your thigh, making a mess out of his and your combined fluids.

“sorry love, must’ve slipped out”

he smirked as more tears stained your cheeks, watching your pussy clench around nothing.

“n-no more. please jae wanna cum so badly”

“yeah? go ahead and ask properly and promise i’ll help you”

your cheeks burned a soft pink as the humiliation hit you, but that didn’t matter right now. all you could think about was the release you were so desperately waiting for for so long.

“please make me cum jae, promise i’ll be so good for you”

you begged and jaehyun pressed a soft kiss to your lips, harshly thrusting his dick back into you and swallowing the moan that followed.

“this better? pretty girl’s been so good for me today”

jaehyun groaned out as he felt your pussy squeezing him tighter as you came, letting out the prettiest noises while you dug your nails into his back.

“w-wait fuck! too much please, slow down”

“you wanted me to go faster, no? so take it”

he continued his brutal pace, ignoring your little cries. he knew you loved it anyway, and he knew he was right when you squirted all over his cock while he came inside you. he let you ride out your high, lying down next to you as you let yourself calm down.

“you’re so mean sometimes”

“yeah, well, you know you love it”

“you’re lucky i love you”

[mountaesan]

of pomegranates and love stained fingers ; p. sungho 

pairing. idol!park sungho x reader genre. fluff , est. relationship , lots n lots of domesticity ! synopsis. in which sungho shows you that love could be found at an ordinary kitchen table , amidst a mess of pomegranate peels and love stained fingers word count. 1.9k warnings. nudity and bathing in a non-sexual context , a lot of inner dialogue , sungho is… such a gentleman i actually might have fallen in love with him while writing this (yes this is a warning) playlist. the way that i am by abby powledge  notes. this is. so. so. so. self indulgent. but oh to be loved and to be seen by park sungho (◞‸◟)

Pomegranates are a contradiction wrapped in a tough, leather-like skin. 

On the outside, they’re unassuming. Their ruby-red hue is muted by a dull, almost dusty sheen, like they’ve been brushed by centuries of history. But break one open, and it’s utter chaos. Vivid, gleaming seeds spilling out in clusters, their translucent walls catching the light like small, blood-red jewels.

The juice is relentless. It stains fingers, clothes, and countertops with a color so intense that it almost feels alive, impossible to tame. 

And it doesn’t simply mark, it claims. Eating one is an exercise in both patience and surrender. Each seed is a burst of a tart sweetness that’s worth the mess, but it leaves you wondering how something so beautiful can also be so unruly.

That was exactly why you loved pomegranates. They were a little wild, a little untamed. It was in the way the juice stained your fingers, leaving behind traces of something alive and uncontainable. It’s how every seed is a burst of flavor: tangy, sweet, and unapologetically bold. For you, pomegranates were a reminder that the best things in life aren’t always neat or simple; they’re messy, vivid, and unforgettable.

Back in your adolescence, when you were still a hopeless romantic and believed in fate and soulmates and such, you had a theory: that anyone willing to peel a pomegranate for you was to be the one. The one the universe had assigned you—your soulmate. The person you’re meant to share the messiness and beauty of life with, because, let’s be honest, peeling a pomegranate isn’t just an act, it’s a labor. 

It’s tedious, requiring patience and precision to carefully break apart the tough skin without crushing the delicate seeds. The juice inevitably smears, the tiny ruby jewels scatter, and by the end, it looks like a small battlefield in the kitchen. 

You thought of it as a test of devotion. Who else would endure the sticky fingers, the risk of stains, and the painstaking effort, all for the sole purpose of handing over a bowl of gleaming seeds? Your theory wasn’t about the pomegranate itself, it was about what it represented: the willingness to take on something cumbersome and time-consuming just to bring joy to someone else.

In your teenage mind, peeling a pomegranate was love distilled into action. A quiet, unspoken declaration that said, ‘I see the things you cherish, even the messy, difficult ones, and I want to be a part of them.’

So you used to wait, watching the people in your life with a careful eye, jokingly tossing your theory at dinner tables and gatherings but secretly hoping and wondering if someone might one day sit down, pick up a pomegranate, and show you that love can be as simple, and as profound, as peeling fruit. 

But as you grew older, your pomegranate theory began to feel like a relic of a softer, more naive version of yourself. You used to imagine someone peeling away the tough, leathery rind, their hands stained red with love and effort, and thought to yourself, ‘that’s love.’ But with time, the weight of practicality started to take hold. 

Your theory about pomegranates, something you once held close with a spark of whimsical belief, soon became just another one of those silly little things that poets and hopeless romantics dreamed up.

So, you tucked your silly theory away in a dusty corner of your mind, dismissing it as an innocent fantasy of your youth. You searched for love that was grounded, sensible, and serious about the practicalities of life. You looked for someone who could handle the demands of life without the weight of romantic idealism like yours clouding their judgement. 

There was no room for mess or chaos anymore, certainly not for the kind of love that required peeling pomegranates, both literally and metaphorically.

A loud slam of your front door made your ears perk up and you heard the familiar rustling of your boyfriend’s clothes as he shuffled through the living room. You could almost envision the way he shrugged off his outer coat before neatly hanging it on the coat hanger by the entryway.

“Baby? I’m home!” 

“In here!” you called out. The bathwater lapped at your knees, forming small waves that crashed and fell against the porcelain wall of your bathtub. Sungho knocked on the bathroom door, but only out of courtesy, before he pushed it open and greeted you with a bright smile.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he knelt by the side of the bathtub to press a warm kiss to your forehead. 

“You’re home early.” you pointed out. A hand reached out to stroke your boyfriend’s cheek, a single droplet of water running down the slope of your arm and landing back in the bathtub with a small plop. 

“Mastered the choreography first so I could come home to you,” he replied, ever so gently leaning into the warmth of your palm. “Did you just start your bath?”

You nodded, the corners of your lips lifting at his sweet words. “Just a few minutes ago. You don’t have to keep kneeling like that, you know. Your knees are going to hurt.”

“I’m fine,” he said with a chuckle. His gaze softened as he noticed the way the water cradled your form, the steam rising in delicate swirls around you. “Want some help?”

You tilted your head, teasing. “Are you volunteering to join me?”

Sungho laughed softly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, but I can still take care of you from here.”

Before you could respond, he reached for the loofah sitting on the edge of the tub and dipped it into the warm water before lathering it up with your favorite body wash. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to savor every second of this small, intimate moment. 

“You don’t have to, you know,” you murmured as he started gently running the loofah along your shoulder. His featherlight touch sent a slight shiver down your spine.

“I know,” he said, his voice steady and warm. “But let me.”

His voice was so soft, so filled with love, that you couldn’t bring yourself to argue. You let out a small sigh of defeat and leaned back against the tub as he started gently running the loofah over your arms. 

Sungho’s touch was delicate, as though he was handling the most fragile thing in the world. The loofah glided over your arms, his hand following to rinse away the bubbles.

“You work so hard,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he moved to your legs. “You deserve this.”

The words made your chest tighten with emotion. “You’re too good to me,” you whispered.

“No such thing,” he said with a soft chuckle, his hand brushing the back of your calf. “Taking care of my partner is the easiest thing in the world.”

You let your head rest against the edge of the tub, closing your eyes as his hands continued their tender work. The care and love infused into every motion, the way he poured his entire being into making sure you felt safe, cherished, and adored made your heart squeeze tightly.

As he finished, Sungho pressed a soft kiss to your damp shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment. “All done,” he whispered, and you noticed a hint of pride in his voice.

“Thank you,” you said, meeting his gaze. 

Sungho smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Anything for you, gorgeous. Always.”

He stood up and grabbed the big, fluffy towel from the nearby rack, shaking it out to fluff it up. “Alright, come on, let me help you out.”

You shifted in the tub, the water sloshing as you moved to stand. Sungho reached out instinctively, steadying you with his strong, gentle hands. His fingers pressed lightly against your arm and waist as he guided you to step out of the tub.

“Careful,” he murmured, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

The moment your feet touched the bath mat, he draped the towel around you, cocooning you in its warmth. You couldn’t help but giggle as he adjusted the plush fabric, tucking the edges around your shoulders like a protective shield.

“There we go. Let’s go get you dried up, and then we can go see the present I got you.”

The kitchen table was a mess—juice stains spreading across its surface, pomegranate seeds scattered among paper towels and discarded bits of rind. Sungho sat across from you, elbows resting on the table as he carefully pried apart another piece of fruit. His fingers were stained a deep crimson, the juice clinging to his skin and pooling in the small creases of his knuckles. 

“You’re making such a mess,” you teased, watching as he plucked a cluster of seeds free and placed them in a bowl.

He grinned, unfazed. “Worth it.”

He picked up a few seeds between his stained fingers, flicking away the stubborn bits of membrane, and brought them to your lips. “Here.” 

You let him feed you, the tart sweetness bursting on your tongue as he watched you with unspoken fondness. It wasn’t until you noticed the way his brows furrowed in concentration, focusing on getting a particular seed unstuck from the membrane, that it struck you how absurdly thoughtful this was.

“When did I even mention that I like pomegranates?” you asked, your voice softened with wonder and adoration.

Sungho glanced up briefly, his lips quirking up into a sheepish grin. “You told me once, when we first started dating. You were talking about how much you loved them as a kid. Said they were your favorite fruit, even though they’re a pain to eat.” 

You blinked, stunned. The memory was hazy even to you—just a passing remark in some forgetful conversation. But he’d remembered.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” you murmured, feeling your chest tighten with an unfamiliar mix of emotions.

Sungho shrugged, returning his attention to the pomegranate in his crimson stained hands. “It’s no trouble. Besides, I like seeing you happy.”

You looked down at the table and took in the chaos of it all: the stains, the mess, his juice-streaked hands, and something deep inside you shifted.

Suddenly, you were seventeen again with your heart wrapped in whimsical theories about soulmates and love.

This was it. This was what you had been searching for back then but had long stopped believing in. This was the kind of love you’d once dreamed of but had dismissed as a silly, adolescent fantasy. Yet, here it was, sitting across from you with juice-stained hands and a soft smile, proving you wrong in the most beautiful way.

Your teenage self had been right: peeling a pomegranate wasn’t just about the fruit. It was a quiet act of devotion, a willingness to embrace the mess and the effort for the sake of someone else’s joy.

Sungho broke your reverie by holding up another handful of seeds, his smile so effortlessly warm that it sent a pang through your chest.

“You don’t have to feed me,” you said with a small laugh, though your voice wavered slightly.

“I know,” he replied. His tone was gentle but resolute. “But let me.”

And as you opened your mouth for the next bite, you realized that love didn’t have to be a grand, sweeping gesture.

Sometimes, it was sitting at a messy kitchen table with stained hands and sticky fingers, peeling pomegranates because someone mentioned, just once, that they liked them.

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[ihangelic]

BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECS

warnings. sfw & nsfw. legal line only. all categories sorted by oldest to youngest. this list includes my own works (i’m shameless). more works will be added overtime, so keep coming to look!

keycode. ⚠︎ = smut/suggestive, ☀︎ = fluff, ☾ = angst

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. if any authors tagged want their @ slashed or not be tagged again, please lmk! keep in mind this list is literally just my personal readings, so it’s not going to have an ‘even’ amount of anything.

under 1k:

☾, ☀︎ heartache by @zynz0 | contains. jaehyun x gn!reader, angst to fluff note. love me some satisfying angst

☀︎ we call it love by @nicholasluvbot | contains. taesan x fem!reader, fluff

⚠︎ untitled by @soobinskii | contains. sub!leehan x fdom!reader, smut note. author has written leehan exactly how i love sub!idols to be written: desperate, horny and adorable :(

⚠︎ untitled by @hazeytae | contains. stoner!leehan x afab!reader, smut

above 1k:

☀︎ ⚠︎ pretty boy by @hanfourz | contains. sungho x gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, christmas setting note. I JUST LOVED THIS IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND DOMESTIC IDK TT <3

⚠︎ baby blue by @camstqr | contains. virgin sub!sungho x fem!reader, smut, f2l note. this is 7.7k and i want to kiss author’s brain for it.

☀︎ evening glow by @loserlvrss | contains. riwoo x afab!reader, fluff, f2l note. this was written absolutely beautifully, author really knows how to paint a picture. also their backstory and coming to realize feelings and the decisions they made i found really relatable. there was just something so poetic yet raw about this work.

⚠︎ one more night by @heechwe | contains. ceo!jaehyun x fem ceo!reader, smut note. well written smut with a fun concept!

☀︎ forgotten grocery list by @loserlvrss | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, fluff

⚠︎ ☀︎ kiss culture by @ihangelic | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, clingy/sick jaehyun, fluff to smut, winter setting

⚠︎ ☀︎ pas de punk by @ihangelic | contains. punk!taesan x fem ballerina!reader, e2l, band au, smut, fluff

☀︎ almost, but not quite by @gluion | contains. leehan x gn!reader, fluff, s2l, university au note. i’m speechless while also having so much to say. this read like a coming-of-age movie, the scenes and choices of where to put a dialogue break— everything was so well thought out. (also, the moment i saw that author listed the marias and the neighborhood as the first two songs for the fic’s playlist, i knew it was gonna slap.) i was literally hooked on the first sentence— fish pun intended. the awkwardness was so endearing, how leehan constantly wanted to be around reader yet denied feelings, the ponyo references and fish/ocean analogies? a gorgeous, feel-good read.

⚠︎ sleepyhead by @blueberrybeomgyu | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. THIS IS MY SHIT! SOFT SEX- like idek how to describe it but i love when writers can write smut that’s so fuzzy and soft and warm?? literally have admired this writing style of smut for years and i can’t seem to do it. incredible writing.

⚠︎ mine to ruin by @ihangelic | contains. dom!leehan x fem!reader, smut note. one of my own works, but i really like this one! contains plushie humping and guided/mutual masturbation.

☀︎ more than a little bit by @jigeuminunbich | contains. leehan x fem!reader, fluff note. AHG I JUST LOVE THIS! the love confession was a great touch and was realistic and super cute to me!

⚠︎ distracted by @melohann | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. i think this is one— if not THE first bnd fic i’ve ever read and it’s one of my favs. rather cute for smut.

⚠︎ wet the bed by @0310s | contains. leehan x gn!reader, smut

☀︎ love and suds by @bananielle | contains. leehan x reader, fluff, comfort note. perfect for when you have a bad day, anxious, or just need to relax.

[wiotas]

How To Be A Real Man

[0310s]

wet the bed | leehan

members: leehan x gender neutral reader

genre: smut

tags: fingering, oral, squirting, intercrural sex

summary: your boyfriend is obsessed with making you squirt.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is my first time writing any actual smut... i am so shy right now. please be patient with me and let me know if you liked this. <3

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Thinking about how Leehan would be so turned on by making you squirt... You would be so embarrassed at first because of how messy you are!!! But when Leehan shyly admits he's fucked his fist multiple times to the thought of you squirting on his fingers, face, or cock, you gain a little more confidence. 

Thus starts Leehan's obsession with making you squirt. You're lying naked on your shared bed, grasping at the sheets with one hand and biting your lip as whimpers escape you. Leehan's still fully clothed, but you can already see the impression of his cock through his sweats. Leehan's using his fingers, thrusting them deep inside your pussy and massaging your inner walls.

You clutch his wrist out of nerves. "A-ah, baby, slow down, I might-" But Leehan just smiles at you sweetly and keeps going, scissoring his long fingers inside you. Putting pressure on your pelvis with his other hand, he circles your clit with his thumb. "Leehan!”

Leehan leans down to give you a kiss. It's sloppy and messy, drool dripping down your chin, but if anything, it makes you even wetter. "You don't know how hard you make me," Leehan groans against your lips, but you can tell by the spot of precum where his tip presses insistently against his sweats. "I promise I’ll make you squirt, baby."

You already know he will. Leehan manages to hit a spot inside you that makes you squeal, and when he notices, he laughs. "Oh my god, Leehan!" You let out an even louder gasp as he slinks down the bed and sucks your clit into his mouth. Leehan hums around your clit, and you immediately tangle your fingers in his hair. You're stuck between overstimulation and wanting more, to be able to reach your peak as soon as you can.

But Leehan makes that decision for you as he firmly laves his tongue up and down your slit. He gently spreads your lips with two thumbs to reveal your hole, then fucks his tongue inside your pussy. "Fuck, Leehan!" 

Thrusting his tongue deeper, he moans at how wet you are and how divine you taste. "Baby, baby, ride my face, please." At this, you fist your fingers harder in his soft hair and grind your pussy against his tongue. You can feel tears escaping your eyes at how overwhelming this all this, but you can't stop; you're just so desperate to come. 

As Leehan moans into your pussy, you notice that he's moving his hips. When you stretch your neck to see what he's doing, you find that he's pushed his pants down to his thighs and is feverishly grinding his cock against the bed. Oh my fucking god. “Leehan, are you-”

“Ah, fuck, need you so bad,” Leehan begs lowly, “need you to come so bad.” He grips your hips and licks at you even harder. Your thighs unintentionally squeeze around his head at how his tongue feels sliding through your folds, but this encourages him even more as he brings his fingers back to your pussy, fucking his middle and ring fingers into your sloppy hole. 

You feel dizzy with pleasure, and you hear your heart beating in your ears. You can’t stop babbling and nonsense is coming out of your lips. When Leehan firmly circles your clit, you feel your core tense in anticipation. “Ah, ah, Leehan, baby, god, so good, I’m about to-”

Almost instantly, a rush of wetness gushes out of you. Noticing this, Leehan moans and increases his pace. The squelching noises his fingers make as they thrust into your pussy make your cheeks burn red, but you can’t stop to overthink about how embarrassing this all is when you’re coming so hard. Leehan cups your pussy with the hand he’s fingering you with, adding more pressure. More fluid squirts out of you, soaking the sheets and Leehan’s hand. “More, more, Leehan, please-”

“Ah, baby-” Leehan sits up, holding your thighs and spreading them apart. That’s when you notice he’s fully shucked off his pants. His hair is disheveled from your grip, eyes glassy, and you can’t imagine how equally ruined you yourself must look. His cock is stiff and thick, his tip flushed red with precome already dripping down it. He strokes his cock with one hand and looks at you imploringly. “Baby, can I-”

You nod your assent, but instead of burying his cock inside you like you thought he would, he grips his cock and quickly runs it up and down your slit. The firm pressure on your pussy makes you keen and spread your legs even wider. He circles your clit with his cock, and you feel another wave of ecstacy overcome you. “Oh god, oh god, Leehan, too much, too much-” 

“You’re almost there, baby,” Leehan urges. “I’ll make you squirt again.” He quickens his pace, and you feel utterly lightheaded at the way he teases at your pussy with his warm, hard cock. He bends over to give you a searing kiss, and you can’t help but sigh and melt into it—he tastes like your come, and it makes you whine against his mouth. 

You think you’re about to come again. “Leehan,” you plead, “I’m almost there.” Hearing this, Leehan adds more pressure, his tip catching at your hole, and you feel yourself squirt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The drag of Leehan’s tip against your folds drives you crazy, and more wetness spurts out of you. You feel like you’re coming endlessly, liquid rushing out of you as Leehan shifts and starts thrusting his hips, sensually grinding his cock against your folds. He’s staring straight at you, eyes glazed over with desire. Moans escape his lips as he bucks against you even harder. 

“Baby, baby, I’m-” Leehan wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck as he lets out a loud groan. You whimper as you feel spurts of his come on your pussy. Leehan keeps on coming and coming, but he doesn’t stop rolling his hips against you. Eventually, his thrusts come to a stop, and he sighs against your neck, sitting up once again. You? You’re beat. You can’t feel your legs, and you don’t think you can move at all. 

Looking up, you see your boyfriend staring at you lovingly as he catches his breath. His face and chest are red, and his cock is still—surprisingly—hard. You can’t help but let out a giggle. “Someone came a lot.”

“So did you,” Leehan teases back, “I made you squirt twice.” That’s when you notice the huge, very obvious spot of wetness beneath you on the sheets. 

“Oh god, that is embarrassing.” Face burning, you’re about to stand up to go to the bathroom (to the best of your ability) when you feel a hand on your wrist. 

“Where are you going?” Leehan’s eyes crinkle up into crescents. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

[hrt4yongie]

no thoughts just being rough w jaehyun while making him fuck you 🙂‍↕️

he would be so red in the face and so pent up trying not to cum while he’s deep inside of you it would be so cute :( he has you in missionary, doing his absolute best to keep his release at bay but you just feel so fucking good.

you have your hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing firmly enough to restrict his airflow but just lightly enough to leave him aching for more. “w-wan’ cum, baby..” he begs in a little voice as he twitches around you, barely able to keep up the pace of his strokes that you had instructed him to keep.

you tap him on the cheek a bit harshly, slightly slapping the boy around for having the audacity to slow down. “you get all lazy on me like this and you wanna ask me if you can cum? don’t act dumb, puppy.” you scold, gripping him by the chin and forcing him to look you in the eye.

jaehyun whines at the denial of his climax, his glossy eyes drooping into his signature puppy stare that usually got him what he wanted. usually. “m’ sorry, mommy..” he pleads, pushing himself to fuck you a little quicker and whining profusely. “fuck..” he curses under his breath as he stares at you begging for his approval.

you let out a groan at the feeling of your boyfriends cock driving deeper into you as your eyes roll back. “that’s a good puppy, baby..” you praise, moaning softly. “you like being a good boy for me, honey?” you ask, looking back up at jaehyun with the same intense gaze that makes him squirm.

he nods dumbly and enthusiastically at the question, completely enraptured with how good you look taking his length. “love it, mama.” he whispers, tone shaking as his hips begin with stutter against you. “wan’ cum in you so bad, baby. fuck-“ he whines out, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

you can’t help but whine at the added stimulation mixed with how needy jaehyun looked above you, your head falling back against the pillows. “fuck, that’s good baby..” you praise, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his raven hair and tug on the soft strands. “cum in me, baby. fill mommy up like a good pup.” you instruct.

you watch fireworks go off in your boyfriends brain as he immediately unravels, “fuck..! thankyouthankyou..” he babbles, tucking his face into your neck as he speeds his hips up and fills the room with the wet sounds of his cock fucking you. “cumming! fuck, i’m cumming mommy, oh my god.” he chokes before slamming into you one final time and filling you up with his hot seed.

you feel jaehyun immediately collapse against your chest as he rides out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting into you as he milks every last bit of it. “love you so much, mama.” he whispers in a fucked out voice, kissing and sucking along your neck. you hum at the contact, tilting your head slightly to give your boy better access.

“don’t get any ideas of stopping just yet.” you interject, grabbing jaehyun by the back of his hair and tugging him back to look at you once more. “mama still needs to cum too. be a good boy and clean up that mess you’ve made for me, yeah?”. jaehyun stares at you, nodding at your words as he fully settles into his subspace.

“yes ma’am.” he responds, slowly pulling out of you and making his way down to rest between your parted thighs. gosh, you really could get used to this having a pet as a boyfriend thing.

[domoriu]

thinking about jaehyun… who just needs to be filled up all the time like the whore he is.

cw. smut mdni ! sub!jaehyun gn!reader, anal play & toys used on jaehyun

the boy was so cockdrunk, no matter what you did he’d somehow always want more. your lubed up fingers stretching his hole out while he trembles under your touch.

“more, more” he pokes his ass out as a way to convince you, you’re already three fingers deep and you know at this rate he’d probably want all of your fingers.

sliding your fingers out of the boy, you decide he’s prepped enough for the dildo you had bought just for him. he whimpers at the loss of contact, burying his face into the pillows while he waits for you to lube up the silicone before pressing it against his hole.

jaehyun loves being filled up. ever since the first time he tried it with you he just knew he’d want to be filled up all the time. and then he started getting greedy, needing more and more — longer, thicker, harder, he doesn’t even need to touch his cock in order to cum when you fuck him, abusing his prostate until he’s making a mess all over the sheets, your hands, and his tummy.

like now, tears fill jaehyuns waterline as he squirms. he can’t move much with the way you have him tied to a chair, stuffed to the hilt with a dildo suctioned to the seat. every time he moves the silicone moves in him, rubbing against his walls so deliciously. the pleasure he was feeling is only amplified with the vibrating cock ring you put on him, bucking his hips into the air. he cant tell where his last orgasm ends and his next one starts, but he can’t complain when it feels so good.

“be a good boy and fuck my hand, hyunnie” your words ring through his ears and he barely hears you, but he’s still attentive even when he’s so overstimulated. he looks down and sees your hand so close to his cock, tip red and leaking and practically begging for your touch. he does what he’s told, raising his hips so his cock fits into the O shape you have your hand in, sliding against the skin before moving back down.

he can barely handle all the stimulation, the drag of his cock against your hand with each raise of his hips mixed with the way he sinks back down onto the cock inside of him, stretching him out so good and deep, and then the low vibrations from the cock ring were just so much for him. he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and you coo at his dazed state.

“mmph, cum- gonna cum-“ jaehyun bites his lip, trying to distract himself from the way you stare at him and how he can hear the sounds from his skin making contact with the bottom of the chair.

“that’s it, cum all over my hand baby… make a mess for me” and with a tight squeeze around his cock he’s cumming, bottoming out around the silicone toy as he drips all down your hand. he grinds his hips as he rides his orgasm out, slowly coming back to reality through his blurred vision. you tsk when his hips come to a stop, using your free hand to pinch his outer thigh and he yelps.

“ah ah, dont slow down. i know you can take some more, cant you? my little slut can take all that i give him, right?”

for @zynz0 …. im feeling evil rn 🙂‍↕️ this is kinda formatted weird sorry i hope its still good <3 🤓

also !!! do you guys fw gn!reader… i feel like if its focused on the idol mainly then adding fem reader isnt too important :3

[blumisiu]

sweet, pretty boy

౨ৎ 18+ MDNI. i’m so serious about this. 1.9k words. riwoo x fem!reader. warnings: unprotected sex (do nawt 🫵🏻). needy riwoo <3 reader is a soft dom (?). if there’s anything else, let me know!

౨ৎ authors note — if you saw me repost this shhh…naurr you didn’t. <3 i guess sometimes we just have to try our best and say fuck it we ball right…right. please remember i’m still new to writing smut! happy reading fairies ♡ feedback is appreciated <3 mwah (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

cockwarming with riwoo… >< he’d be so needy for you. asking you so sweetly if he could let his cock rest inside of you. he’d practically be begging on his knees. he loves the intimacy of it…but he has so much trouble controlling himself and staying still. 

“please, baby! i won’t move, i promise. i just…i need to feel my cock inside of you…just for a little bit” he tells you so softly, its nearly a whisper. and he’s so cute like that, all shy and timid, his eyes twinkling with a want so deep he feels like he might burst into flames. you just can’t say no to him. and who are you to deny such a lovely boy what he wants?

riwoo lays down on the couch for you, waiting patiently as you climb onto the couch to straddle him. you sit on his thighs, just below his cock, your arms crossed in waiting as you look down at him.

“well?” you say, with a quirk of your brow. 

“ah-uh, ‘m sorry” he blubbers awkwardly. he hurriedly wrestles with his zipper, poorly attempting to pull down his pants until you tell him you’ll take care of it, then yank them down to his knees. he’s eagerly pushing down his boxers, his nearly hard cock springing out, the tip leaking pre-cum, leaving a faint trail of white down his shaft.

poor baby wouldn’t last two minutes, you think. 

riwoo can’t help how horny he is for you, just the thought of your pretty cunt clenching around him enough to get his cock throbbing furiously. 

he looks up at you timidly, his cheeks already blushed slightly as you slide onto him painfully slowly. his back arches at the feeling of your velvet walls.

“ah–ah, mmph” he bites down on his lip to quiet his raspy whimpers. you let a small moan escape your own lips as his thick cock stretches you out so nicely. you sit down all the way with a smack, then move forward to rest your body on his. 

the movements cause riwoo to jerk his hips up into yours, his tip hitting your sweet spot. you let out a frustrated moan. “you said you wouldn’t move, riwoo”

he shivers at your dark tone. “m sorry, baby. s-sorry. you just feel so tight around my c-cock. so g-good, can’t help it” 

he’s already begun to sweat, a thin coat of sheen glistens on his neck. you 

drag your tongue up his throat, savouring the sweet taste of him. 

“o-oh, b-baby” he whines. he attempts to roll his hips into yours again, but you cut the action short by grabbing them with both hands and pressing them into the couch. 

“ah, ah, ah” you coo. “not yet. wait until i give you permission” 

“y-y-yes, baby” he hiccups, tears brimming his eyes. 

you swear you can feel his cock twitching inside of you as you press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, taking the time to linger on his sweet spot. your teeth graze the sensitive area of skin as you suck on it. you nibble and bite there, and each time you do, a strangled groan leaves his lips.

“ah, yn, please” he groans, squirming beneath you, his hips trying to break free from your tight grip. his breaths come in fast and short, his body unable to take the tension any longer. 

“p—please, baby. p-p-please let me fuck you”, his soft voice reaches an octave higher, the airy moans echoing around the room, filling your ears like a melody. you feel your own desire start to burn in your stomach, your pussy starting to soak his cock.

you playfully ponder your answer for a moment, looking down at him with furrowed brows. 

 “hmm” you purr, a low, seductive sound. you bend down so your lips hover above his ear. “tell me what you want again.” 

your sensual voice sends tingles down his spine, fresh desire igniting itself in his veins. he feels the knot in his stomach growing tighter. his skin is on fire, patches of sweat beginning to soak through his shirt. 

“w-want, w-wanna fuck you” he rambles dumbly. 

“full sentences, baby. what do you want?”

it takes every ounce of the little composure he has left to form a full sentence. his eyes are shut, his back stuck in an arch.

he takes in a shaky breath before speaking. “i want to fuck you, please. i want to cum inside of you”, he pleads hopelessly. you buck your hips against his to tease him, and he cries out loudly at the sensation. 

“ah- f-fuck- mmph” you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. how docile and sweet he is, so needy and desperate, just for you. so easy to get all riled up. 

you bring a hand to his face, carefully moving sticky strands of hair off of his forehead. you press down on his body with all your strength to keep him still. 

“look at me, riwoo”, you hum gently.

his eyes flutter open, just barely. tears are settled at the corners of them, his pupils blown wide. they’re so glazed over and lust-filled, you grow wetter at the sight, your juices leaking out to drench his cock further.

“my sweet, pretty boy”, you whisper above his lips. you press your lips to them softly, once, then again. and then once more. 

“you can fuck me, riwoo”, you tell him tenderly before swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, then shoving it in his mouth, tangling it with his own. it’s a wet, sloppy kiss, filled with teeth and spit, and both of your mouths remain open against each other.

“‘‘m close” riwoo mewls into your mouth. you lift your hips in the air slightly, letting riwoo grab hold of them so he can rut into you dumbly. he grips them tightly, desperately trying to reach his climax.

 “g-g-ah, you feel s-so good” he cries out, a high-pitched squeak punctuating the string of words.  

you quiet him with a lazy kiss as you take one of your hands off of the pillows behind his head to slide it under his shirt to rub his nipple. 

“f-fuck!” he screams out, his legs tensing, his back arching more as his hips try to reach higher and higher. “g-gonna cum in you, f-fuck, baby” 

his mouth hangs open in ecstasy, an opportunity you use to find his tongue and take it in your mouth to suck on it.  

you let go of it with a squelch, then take his bottom lip between your teeth and tug at it lightly. his body jerks at the action. 

you suddenly release it and pull away to drag riwoo’s shirt up until his nipples are exposed. your latch onto one quickly and start sucking, your tongue swirling the hardened bud simultaneously. 

“ah! baby, oh— fuck” riwoo wails in pleasure, shaking as white hot-pleasure shoots through his veins. his cum fills you up only to come spilling out onto his cock again. 

you suck on the sensitive peak harder as he cries out. you let go of it with a smack, moving up to capture his mouth in yours again, wanting to feel his pitiful whimpers against it as he frantically fucks up into you to ride out his orgasm. 

“oh, riwoo baby”, you say after breaking away from the kiss. his whole face is flushed a deep red, and sweat beads down his temples. he shattered breathing causes his chest to heave up and down in an attempt to steady it. 

“t-thank you, baby.”, he tries to say, except the words come out breathless, his mind still in a blissed-out daze, not able to find his voice and use it.  

you gaze down at him sweetly. “such a well-mannered boy, aren’t you, riwoo? you did so good for me, can you look at me, baby?” slowly, he finds your gaze and looks into your eyes under puffy lids. 

“that’s it”, you say gently. you hold is stare as you slide out of his cock. you reach a hand down to where your bodies were locked together, then take two fingers and glide them against his cock. they linger on the tip, swirling around it, coating themselves in his thick, warm cum. before you bring them to your mouth, you let them brush past his slit ever so slightly, to which riwoo lets out a rough groan. 

you bring them in front of his face, making him watch as you separate them slowly, his liquids creating strings between your fingertips. 

you smile at him warmly. “open up, baby” you demand. and like the lovely, obedient boy he is, he opens his mouth wide. you touch his chin first, then slowly push your fingers up until they slip across his bottom lip and into his mouth. “now suck” you order. 

riwoo shuts his eyes as he wraps his lips around your digits, sucking his cum off of them in delight. he opens his mouth to let his tongue dart out and lap around them sloppily, licking up every last drop. 

“mmph” he moans against them. the sight makes your stomach erupt with butterflies, your cunt beginning to ache for its own sweet relief. 

without saying a word, you push your folds onto his cock again and start bouncing up and down. the contact of your skin making a slapping sound in tandem with your pace. you stuff your fingers further into riwoo’s mouth to stifle his sobs. 

you fuck him until you feel yourself burst from pleasure, your legs trembling from how well his thick cock hit your sweet spot. 

“oh! riwoo, baby”, you cry out. you feel your essence flow out of you and trickle down his cock and your thighs as you gasp his name repeatedly. 

riwoo writhes and thrashes underneath you, his mouth hanging open, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he unravels for the second time. your fingers have slipped out of his mouth by now, and you use them to stroke his cheek as you ride out your high. tears stream down his face, and desperate, croaky whimpers leave his mouth. 

you lay down on him, your lips finding his neck to press wet, sensual kisses down it. you use the moment to catch your breath.

he pants heavily, sniffling every now and then while bucking his hips into yours. a long, high-pitched squeal leaves his mouth as the last of his cum shoots out of his cock. 

he drops his hips down harshly, panting heavily in an attempt to calm down. his body trembles and shivers with every kiss you plant along his neck. you pull back to look at him, and nearly drool at the sight. his mouth hangs open and his brows are furrowed, his chest gleams with sweat, and his pretty delicate face is red and splotchy. 

a familiar tingling ignites itself in your stomach once more. you cradle his face in your hands softly, both of your thumbs stroking each cheek lovingly. 

“you look so pretty for me, riwoo. love when you’re all fucked out and dizzy, just for me. so, so pretty” you dote. “can you look at me, baby? hm?” you turn his limp head side to side carefully, trying to pull him out of his euphoric stupor. 

very slowly, still gasping for air, riwoo opens his eyes to look up at you. his eyes are red and glossy through his heavy lids.

your heart squeezes in your chest at the rumpled mess that is riwoo. “oh, baby boy. i know. i love you” you croon, then press a soft kiss to his forehead. “not done with you just yet, though. m’kay?” 

you tilt his face so he looks into your eyes again. you make sure to hold his gaze as you reach down to where you connected, and drag your fingers lazily along your folds, coating them in your cum. you bring your sticky fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside and sucking them dry as you moan in pleasure. you pull them out with a satisfying pop. 

riwoo gawks at you slack-jawed, his brows furrowed in wonder. he’s never seen you look so hot. despite how exhausted he is, he finds himself being turned on all over again, his cock throbbing inside of you, his hips absentmindedly beginning to jerk up. 

a sickly sweet smile pulls at your lips. you peek at riwoo through sleepy lids as you trail your wet fingers from his throat all the way down to his bare stomach. you tilt your head to the side innocently. 

“think you can cum for me again, baby boy?”

xoxo, misiu ♡

🧸 taglist — @luv-y0urself. @lilriswife4life.

[zynz0]

NSFW RIWOO AUDIO •°☆

he begged for you to hurry home, he tried so so hard to wait he really did :(( he just missed you too much, had to rut against your bed with his face in your pillow, hopefully muffling his whimpers enough that nobody else heard

[zynz0]

NSFW LEEHAN AUDIO •°☆

"keep it down!" you breathed out, again having warned him more than once before since the dorm was full. leehan's moans only elevated as your walls squeezed around him, your ass meeting his thighs harshly as you bounced on him desperately chasing both of your highs.

"ah ah yn fuck pleasepleaseple-" you slapped your hand over his mouth and he gripped your hips tighter, pulling you down harder on him

[ilysungho]

— nsfw links for bnd members

a/n: hello! happy new years to everyone, i hope you all have a great year ahead! i prepared this for you guys as a gift for the start of this year. hopefully you all like it <3 love you all my sweethearts! btw, link 1 is dom!member and link 2 is sub!member 💗

sungho

contains: overstimulation, fingering, handjob, bondage

link 1: he’d enjoy listening to your pretty moans for him, rubbing your clit while he choked you slightly. his whole being would be fixed on making you feel so good that you’ll be overstimulated to the point of no return. it’s like he’s training his pretty girl to go as long as he wants to with you, whether it be 30 mins or all night.

link 2: let’s be honest, he would he the best sub, listening to everything you had to say while doing what you tell him to do. but it’d be hard for him to just sit back and not be able to do anything. the bondage would make it so hard for him to sit still even though he knows he shouldn’t be moving so much. eventually, he’d just give up on trying to get even a little control and let you do as you please to his pathetic cock <3

riwoo

contains: masturbation, fingering, handjob, humiliation kink, use of toys, lingerie, semi-public sex

link 1: riwoo would love mutual masturbation a lot, always looking forward to coming home from work and getting in bed to finger you while you give him a handjob. 69ing is also a big turn on for him on that note!

link 2: oh he’d have the BIGGEST humiliation kink so any situation that can get him caught or begging you for mercy would have him soooo horny. he’d love wearing toys and pretty lingerie only you can see him in, so it’s a no brainer to combine both of them while on a trip to the mall for more lingerie. it’s all for him though, you say while rubbing his trapped cock in the bathroom <3

jaehyun

contains: riding, tit sucking, strap, pegging mention, mommy kink and nickname, use of toys

link 1: he’s hyper-fixated on your body. every week, he gets obsessed with a new part of you, for example your clit, fingers, neck, and lips. this week he was particularly in awe on how your nipples harden in your mouth. he wanted to test how long he had to suck on them before he could taste your milk…

link 2: he’d take your cock so well, prepping it for you so you could use it in his ass. jaehyun’s loves being fucked by his mommy, so it’s no surprise he’d be so obedient and do anything to be praised by you. it would also turn him on seeing you with a strap on since he knows it’s just for him <3

taesan

contains: titty sucking, marking, handjob, semi-public sex

link 1: this pretty boy lovessss your pretty tits, wanting to always wrap his tongue around your nipples. he could spend hours just sucking and leaving marks on your boobs, wanting to color you in pretty purple and red hues. he’d also love marking art, wanting to leave hickeys in patterns, especially hearts.

link 2: he’d be squirming so much under your touch while you give him a hand job, calling him a good boy for taking you so well. he’d love all the attention you are giving him while hiding his face under the pillow, trying not to be too loud to where the other members can hear him at the dorm.

leehan

contains: use of toys, bondage, throat fucking, edging

link 1: it’d been about half an hour since he tied you up to the bed, kissing you and taking control. you’d been begging for his cock before then, so when he finally let you taste him, you felt so blissful. but when you asked for more, you got met with a slap. “you only take what i give you when i give it to you, ok princess?” an evil smile lit his face thinking about how much fun he was going to have giving you nothing at all.

link 2: he lovessss having toys being used on him, willing to experiment with anything that can give him pleasure. when you both discover the one in the link, it was an easy choice to use it right away. eventually though, he’ll be begging you to let him cum even just once with a tear stained face and his tip looking angry, red, and about to explode.

[nyuworld]

― pretty boy | p.sh ୨ৎ

°˖➴ sungho always loved watching you do your makeup and what better time to ask him to do his than right before you had to leave for your family's annual xmas party?

second installment of the 'tis the season drabble series !!

pairing ・ sungho x gn!reader

genre ・ fluff, suggestive, established relationship

warnings ・ kissing, marking & mentions of hickeys, reader wears makeup (but so does sungho lol), lots of terms of endearment, pls lmk if i missed any!!

word count ・ 2.3k omo...

note ・ ohhh this has me so deep in the sungho feels TT everyone say thank u cherry - 🪼

wanted to include my birthday a little cuz why not hehe - 🍒

[ networks : @onedoornet ]

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“sungho baby, can you come here a sec?” you hear your boyfriend’s footsteps as he approaches your bedroom, him letting out a concerned ‘hm?’ as he reaches the doorway of the bathroom. you’re currently stood in front of the mirror, his oversized tee and face mask on, frantically searching for something.

“yes love, what’s wrong?” he asks, worry at the urgency in your tone pushing his voice a little higher than normal. 

“have you seen my makeup bag? i can’t find it and i swore i left it under the…” your voice trails off as you crouch down to look under the sink for the nth time. sungho visibly relaxes now that he knows your life isn’t in danger.

“god babe, you scared me,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “hang on, i think i saw it earlier.” 

you hear his hurried steps as he walks out your room and comes back. “there you go,” he murmurs as he hands over your makeup bag. 

“omg, you’re my hero! thank you, babe,” you say relieved and give him a small peck on his cheek. 

“you’re welcome, darling,” he chuckles softly as he watches you search through your makeup bag through the mirror. despite the mask on your face, he can still see the way your brows furrow and your tongue pokes at your cheek as you dig into the depths of your unorganized makeup bag. he makes a mental note to maybe get you a bigger one at some point. 

“you look gorgeous, by the way,” sungho whispers lowly as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“thank you baby, you look very handsome as well.” you smile slightly as you lift your gaze to his in the mirror. your heart rate stutters a bit at the way he gazes at you so lovingly.

“now let me go, i need to finish my makeup!” you laughed and try to push him away. he huffs a laugh and pulls away, going to finish getting ready himself. 

once he’s done he comes back, peeking in from the doorway to your room. he pauses in his tracks as he watches you stand in front of your mirror. you’re now in your outfit, doing the finishing touches to your makeup. you must have stopped to get your clothes on when he left—you always did say you needed to remember to dress first before you did your makeup, but you somehow always forgot. he watches you as you lean forward to apply your lip combo, soft smile resting on his lips. you pause in your movements, shifting your gaze to see sungho leaned up against your doorway in his suit. you smile at him as your heart skips a couple beats. he looks amazing as he pushes away from the wall to join you. 

“you almost done, love? you look gorgeous, did i say that already?” he questions in a teasing tone, now standing behind you. you chuckle and roll your eyes slightly, capping your lipstick and turning around to face him. 

“you’re so cheesy, you know that?” you smirk as you step towards him, brushing out the wrinkles of his suit jacket. he just smiles down at you, dopey lovesick smile plastered on his face. his hands find your waist as yours rest on his shoulders, gaze locked on yours. 

“you look very handsome, mr. park,” you almost whisper like you only want him to hear despite you two being the only people in the room. you push a strand of his hair behind his ears. suddenly, an idea pops into your head as your eyes trace over his features and sungho can tell, if the little smirk on your lips is anything to go by. 

“you should let me do your makeup, prince,” you say, tacking on the nickname you know always makes him fold. 

he sighs and shakes his head but you watch the way his ears turn red slightly. “baby, we don’t have time for that,” he tries to convince you unsuccessfully as you pout up at him. he can feel his resolve crumble as you bat your long, mascara-covered lashes at him. 

“pleaseeee? it’ll be quick, i promise, sungie.” you don’t let him get off that easy, making your voice sickeningly sweet. he sighs and concedes as you giggle happily and push him to sit on the toilet seat, since his height would be a bit of a disadvantage for you.

he chuckles at your enthusiasm as you go to rustle through your makeup bag. you pull out a couple products, slotting yourself to stand in between his long legs. you place most of the items on the edge of the sink, keeping the blush and a fluffy brush in between your fingers. sungho tilts his chin up as you gather some of the pink dusty product on the brush and tap it over his cheekbones. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time, endeared by the concentrated look on your face. you pull back after you’re satisfied, placing the blush down and grabbing a nude eyeshadow palette.

“stop staring at me and close your eyes,” you say in a teasingly stern tone as you gather a very light pink shimmer on the application brush. you try to sound unfazed but sungho knows you too well, he sees the way you won’t meet his eyes and the hesitancy in your movements. you’ll never know it but deep down he secretly loves to get you flustered, finding the way you try not to react cute. 

“why? can’t I look at my beautiful lover?” he asks, before suddenly pulling you onto his lap. you let out a yelp, hands flying to grip his shoulders. he holds your waist and tucks your hair behind your ear, gaze still locked on yours. you’re shocked by the intensity you see in his eyes. 

“you look so beautiful, almost want to keep you for myself,” he murmurs into your neck as he starts to leave kisses there, lips trailing to your jawline up to your cheeks and back down again.  

“sungho…” you whimper softly, already forgetting about the limited time you both have. “kiss me…please.”

 “of course, darling.” his lips gently press against yours as his hands roam your waist. the kiss was tender at first, soft exploration filled with love and gentleness. you melted into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. the way his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer. no space left between the two of you as you all but mold into one another. all thoughts about the party you had to attend fade into the background as you become consumed by him.

the kiss deepens as sungho moans into your mouth, your world starting to become blurry. you sigh as your fingers weave through his neatly done hair, both of you too lost in one another to really care about not messing up each other’s outfits. 

the kiss was passionate yet soft, a mix of longing and yearning in your movements. you could feel your heart stutter when his lips trailed to your neck and he started sucking on the spot he knew was sensitive. you whined into him, letting out pleasured gasps as he continued to kiss at your neck and shoulder. he reveled in the way you responded to him, loving to see the effects of the pleasure he was giving you no matter how miniscule. 

finally, you pulled back, completely breathless with your saliva still connecting you, your foreheads resting against each other. sungho looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of contentment and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

“wow,” he murmured, a smile breaking across his face.

“yeah,” you chuckled breathlessly, still feeling the warmth of his lips on yours. 

suddenly the loud, incessant buzzing of your phone broke your trance, your eyes widening comically as you remembered the family dinner you two were supposed to be at in approximately 30 minutes. it was a dinner your family had planned for months, a joint celebration of your birthday and christmas. your family was very serious about the holidays. 

you scrambled off of sungho’s lap, him standing and straightening out his clothes. he grumbled at the very slight bulge in his dress pants, half hard from your kissing. while he tried to calm himself, you grabbed your phone cursing as your sister’s caller ID flashed bright on your screen. you picked up, clearing your throat before saying hello. you wince as she immediately launches into scolding you for not being ready on time again. you can’t do anything but sigh and apologize because she refuses to let you get a word in. you make eye contact with sungho, who’s now fixing his hair in the mirror, and roll your eyes. he just chuckles and shakes his head, knowing how your younger sister was. once she was finally done, ending her spiel with telling you to ‘hurry your ass up before we give the dog your plate!’ you hang up. 

“she’s going to jump straight through my phone and grab me by the ear one of these days,” you sigh as you walk over to your dresser, fishing for the jewelry you wanted to wear. sungho fully laughs at that, the sound making you chuckle slightly. you hurriedly touch up your hair and makeup at your full length mirror as sungho fusses with his hair in the bathroom. 

he finishes before you once again and joins you just as you’re now fiddling with the earrings you want to wear. there’s a frustrated furrow to your brow and pout on your lips as you try to get the hook through the piercing. sungho thinks it’s adorable as he watches you struggle a bit, you so absorbed in what you’re doing you don’t even notice him approaching you. you startle as you feel his hands on your waist, head shooting up to look at him through the mirror. you lean into his touch finally done with the earrings as you turn to look at him. 

“i have something for you,” he says softly, pulling his hands away to reach into his pocket. your head tilts in confusion as he pulls out a long silver box with a bow wrapped round it. you look up at him questions in your gaze as he places the box in your hands.

“baby, what’s this? i thought we were doing presents at my parents’ house?” you inquire, bewilderment in your tone as you twist the box around watching the metallic sheen in the lighting of your bedroom. 

“we are but… i wanted this one to be special. a little birthday present” his voice drips with love you couldn’t put into words if you tried. “open it, doll.” he whispers, trying to play off his nerves. 

your heart beats wildly in your chest as you pull the top off the box, a gasp leaving your lips as you see the pretty necklace nestled in black velvet. he takes the lid from your grasp as your mouth hangs agape. the necklace is simple, a drop-shaped gemstone hanging from a dainty chain, but you can tell immediately that the gem is your birthstone. your eyes well up with tears as you remember the first gift you ever gave him was a bracelet of both of your gemstones that he refuses to take off. sungho smiles as you look up at him, cooing when he sees the glassiness in your eyes. he pulls the necklace out the box, placing it so it’s in the palm of his hand and holding it out towards you. 

“we match now, my love.” your brows furrow as he says that, gaze darting back to the necklace. it’s then you finally notice a silver plate hanging behind the gemstone with the letter S engraved into it, his gemstone a small dot next to the letter. 

“oh sungho, this is beautiful,” you say, pure adoration in your voice. you look up at him, sincerity in your gaze. “thank you, for everything. i love you so much.” the sincerity in your voice has his heart melting in his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest as the two of you embrace. 

“i love you more, darling,” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “can i put it on you?”

you nod with a smile as you pull away, turning around and pulling your hair out the way. you shiver as his lithe fingers graze your shoulders when he pulls the necklace round your throat, clasping it at the nape of your neck and letting his hands drop back to your shoulders. you watch with bated breath as he leans forwards and places featherlight kisses over your neck, his hands sliding down your shoulders as he does so. he trails his lips slowly over the curve of your shoulders, feeling the goosebumps that raise in his wake and the shiver you can’t control. he looks at you through the mirror, something catching his eye. he lifts his head slightly to see the very faded reddish purple splotches on your neck, evidence from his passion the night before. 

“i almost forgot about these, shame they’re barely noticeable anymore,” he says as you look in the mirror to watch him press his fingers lightly over the spots. 

“maybe you should make them noticeable again,” you whisper, his eyes flicking up to your face. he hums appreciatively, pressing his lips over the fading hickeys as you sigh and lean back into him. 

you two get lost in your own world again, too blinded by your complete adoration for the other to really care about anything else. the rest of the world fades into white noise when you’re with him and he’s with you. and the sound of your phone buzzing with notifications doesn’t even faze you as you let your pretty boy kiss you breathless.