i'm marchie and i'm 20!
i'll be using this blog to write for this account is primarily nsfw so mdni! my biases are 06z (my twins) âĄ
if reading smut on members born in 06 makes you uncomfy this blog is not for you and that's ok! this is mainly self-indulgent behavior
this is my first blog of this sort so it'll take me some time to get to asks (i'm also a part time worker and full time student) so please bear with me! i'll also post headcanons, drabbles, and such whenever they come to me and i have time! and it's nice to meet you all ~~
disclaimers: this is 18+ content, please do not interact if not 18 years old or above. this is purely a work of fiction, actions in this are not meant to be interpreted as real. both characters are legal adults, the idol written about was born in 2006. if this makes you uncomfortable, this is not for you and that is okay.Â
warnings: phone sex, praise, mommy kink, smallest hint of dirty talk, whimpering and moaning, text format at the beginning
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buzz
seungmo:Â
[1:48am]
hey
buzz
seungmo:
[1:51am]
please wake upppp
buzzâ
you gasped awake. head hazy with sleep, you werenât even sure what the noise was. you picked up your phone to check the time, met with notifs from seungmo. shit, you thought, i promised seungmo iâd call him tonight.Â
seungmo:
[1:52am]Â
okay nvm itâs fine
your adrenaline spiked at the sight of the missed texts.Â
y/n:
[1:54am]
oh my god wait iâm awake!
calls with seungmo werenât out of the ordinary, but they could only happen under certain circumstances. for one, he could only call when the rest of the members were away. secondly, heâd have to clear his schedule in the night and complete his nightly routine before being able to run off into his room, eagerly waiting for your name to pop up on his phone.Â
seungmo:
[1:54am]
oh hi sleepy head :/
y/n:
[1:55am]
iâm sorryyyy call me now :[
your phone rang, sweet seungmoâs sleepy eyes right in the frame of his camera on facetime. looking at his tired face, you felt so guilty for keeping him up, meanwhile you had dozed off early.Â
âi didnât forget, i promise! i had a long day and i guess my brain shut off in between blinks,â you explained. you looked at his face for any sign of acknowledgement, but his expression stayed the same, trained on your features, admiring you without hearing your words.
suddenly, he snaps back to life, âno donât worry, itâs all good now. youâre here now, so iâm okay.â his slight smile lit up by the reflection of his phone screen, highlighting the perfect angle of his mellow face which made your stomach flutter.Â
âalways so sweet to me,â it came out as more of a whisper than you intended it to. you saw his eyes flash a little darker, the unexpected sight making you feel dizzier than before.Â
he shifted in place on his bed, propping his phone up where the mattress met the wall. he laid on his side, hand holding up his head, and finally took a breath and spoke.Â
âdid you at least dream of me?â he asked innocently, with a hint of a joke between the sappiness.Â
the tension you briefly felt in the air broke. a laugh suddenly rumbled out of your chest, almost making you cough.Â
âwhy are you laughing?â he whined, a small pout forming on his face.
âno no baby it was justââ you coughed, âi donât even think i dreamt.â
âi donât know, apparently we dream every night, even if we canât remember it when we wake up.âÂ
âwell iââ
âyou know what iâve been dreaming of lately?â he interrupted.Â
âwhat baby?âÂ
suddenly, you could see his face change shades, even in the dim lighting of his room. he looked around the corners of his room, trying to determine how to tell you. in this moment, you noticed something. since you woke up, there was an inexplicable pit in your stomach. it was as if you could feel that something was about to change for you. seungmoâs demeanor, his tranquil expression, and the way every word of his felt heavy only made you all the more nervous.Â
âdo you think you could get off right now?âÂ
his words took you aback. you had been flirtatious with each other over the phone, but never done anything moreâŚbut you werenât complaining.Â
âseungmo?â
âyou can say no,â he added.
ânoâ i mean, iâm not saying no. but⌠are youâŚ?âÂ
he shifted again on the bed, looking down at the mattress, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. he sat up, phone propped up on the bed, his full torso and the top of his legs faced the screen as he sat on the end of the bed. as the waistband of his pants comes into frame, you see a defined tent sitting in the center of his lap.Â
a quiet gasp leaves your mouth, unaware of how needy heâs been, especially considering how clingy his texts were before you woke up.Â
âso you are hard,â you blushed. it was your turn to get embarrassed, looking anywhere but your phoneâs screen. your room was pitch black, filled with the remnants of slumber. the blankets on your bed were tossed to the side, disheveled from the aftermath of jumping to your phone to call seungmo. you suddenly get up, leaving him hanging on the other end of the facetime, turning a lamp on from the other end of the room.Â
you appeared back in the frame, seungmo sitting still like he was waiting for your command. as you werenât planning on falling asleep early, you were still in your clothes from during the day. you sat on your bed with your legs folded under you, fixing your hair and finally facing seungmo under the light.
âyou missed me that much? you couldnât wait until we got in person?â you tease, watching him roll his head back.Â
âwill you help me?â he feigned confidence, trying to sound more comfortable in this new situation than he actually was. truth be told, he was already starting to get impatient with the lack of stimulation.
âof course, baby.â
âso can i take it out?â seungmo asked, though he was too eager to fully wait for your response. luckily for him, you nodded pretty quickly, once again moving on the bed so you were now laying down on your side.Â
when you looked at him again, his cock was sprung free, with a single pronounced vein on the shaft and the tip leaking with precum. it felt unreal that your first time being intimate was going to be over the phone. thinking about it harder, your stomach started to twistâ not just with excitement or nerves, but with anticipation and arousal.Â
âdoes that make it my turn?â you asked, wanting to tease him a little. you watched as his eyes lit up with intrigue, taking your sweatpants off and tossing them to the side, ending with you and seungmo sitting in your rooms, pantsless but still mostly clothed.
you took turns removing your clothing until you were both strippedâ you only left in your bra, and seungmo fully undressed.Â
it wasnât a surprise that seungmo was gawking at you, but you felt more surprised looking at his own bare body than you thought you would. you cleared your throat softly, ready to give a command.Â
âwill you touch yourself for me?â the words came out shakier than you anticipated, but you could tell that it did something to him.
his hand dipped back down from his side to his dick, grasping it in one hand and pumping slowly.Â
he let out a soft groan at the friction, one of his legs slightly twitching due to his position. you whispered a small praise, one of his hands tightening on his dick and the other tightening on the bed sheet beneath him in response.Â
between soft moans he let out, âi want to see you too,â signaling you to run your hands down your chest, between your breasts, and down the center of your torso until you reached your entrance. you didnât even have to touch yourself to know you were already wet.Â
a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit you. âyou know, youâre doing really good,â the praise sending seungmoâs head leaning backwards. he peered back up to watch as you entered yourself, teasing him by only slightly inserting your fingers, then finding your way up to your clit. watching you clearly riled seungmo up as he panted louder, his small moans getting caught in the back of his throat, turning into whimpers. his mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed, almost looking like he was in pain.Â
you continued to tease yourself (and him), cooing lowly at him, âare you okay baby? do i need to stop?âÂ
he mustâve felt embarrassed at your words, closing his eyes and tilting his head back up so you couldnât quite make out his expression. âplease,â he whined, âplease donât stop.â the sounds of his whines filled your ears, making you feel more empowered than you wouldâve previously expected.Â
âyou donât want me to stop? youâre so dirty, babyâŚâ your words trailed off as seungmo twitched, letting out a louder moan.Â
âah, damn itâŚâ he puffed, âm-mommy iâm closeâŚâ
youâd be lying if you said you werenât shocked to hear what came out of his mouth, but seungmo was completely lost in pleasure on the other side of the phone. did he even realize, you thought, is this something he thinks of often?
âbaby, can you say that for me again?â once again, your hand trails down to your heat. you finally pushed in two fingers as far as you could, curling them slightly inside before repeating the motion. âand watch me real quick baby,â you decided to put on a show for him, to see how far heâd go.Â
seungmo lifted his curious head and watched your fingers pump in and out with desperate, pleading eyes. his grip once again tightened, pace quickening, unable to resist his upcoming orgasm.Â
âmommy please, please let me cum for you,â seungmoâs sensitive body twitches, his pace erratic, waiting with watchful eyes for you to get closer.
you mightâve not previously thought so, but seungmoâs sudden introduction of mommy for you did a lot of heavy lifting in getting you closer to climax. the way his voice would get soft, then desire would take hold and he would lose control of his volume and pace, and now heâs calling you mommy, showing how needy he must be.Â
who knew a nickname could get you so worked up? you pleasured yourself a lot in the past, but this orgasm seemed quicker and more intense. after what couldâve easily been less than a minute, seungmoâs erratic pace seemed to regulate itself as he came all over his own hand, and, unbothered by the mess, continued weakly stroking himself. on your end, you eventually started to lose control of the speed of your fingers, chasing your high as you felt seungmoâs warm gaze on you through the phone. the knot in your stomach finally disappeared, and all of the pent up nerves left with it.Â
the first clear look at each other post-orgasm, you both smiled dumbly at each other. âyou were so needy, so cute,â you said, but seungmoâs sheepish grin fell.Â
âoh my god,â he sputtered, suddenly sobering up as he realized what just happened. âiâm sorryâ,â he started.
âbaby, why are you sorry?â you think you knew the answer, but you needed to be sure.
âi called you mommy,â the new nickname still making your tummy flutter. he was so embarrassed but so, so cute.
âto be honest,â you bit your lip, âi actually really liked that.â
âi-i just canât believe that even came out of my mouth, i didnât even know i was thinking about that!â he defended himself, although he had nothing to defend himself against. he felt so dumbfounded by his own clouded, hormone-induced actions.Â
âseungmo,â you coo lowly, watching the light in his eyes flicker dark once again. âi actually want you to do that more oftenâ well not just thatâ but this whole thing was really good,â you added.
âi did good?â he asks, still chasing praise.
âmommy is so proud of you,â you tease, seungmoâs face turning red, the shade so vibrant you could even see it in the low light on facetime.Â
luckily for him, you liked being his mommy. but unluckily for him, the mention of it got him worked up all over again.Â