warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, wlw relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting
word count: ~890
synopsis: your gf makes you squirt for the first time 💦
posted: october 31, 2023
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“Never?”
“Never.”
“Well now I just feel like you’re challenging me.”
Your girlfriend couldn’t believe it. You had never squirted before. She was in genuine disbelief at what she was hearing. Then again, she couldn’t believe you had only been with two other people before her. Honestly, she was shocked she bagged you in the first place. To her, you were a goddess—and she made sure to treat you like one. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why you hadn’t squirted with her yet.
“I didn’t even think it was a real thing. When I looked it up online they had discourses about if squirting was an actual liquid or just like . . . pee, or something.”
Your beautiful girlfriend laughed that candy sweet laugh that made your heart flutter, “No, it’s definitely real. I’m kinda bummed I haven’t made you do it yet. I feel like my skills are being doubted.”
“Maybe my body just can’t do it?” you wondered.
“Well, we could always find out,” you looked to her with wide eyes, but she simply smirked at you before pouncing on you with those irresistible lips of hers. After a moment of kissing her, you pulled away. Her roommate had just left not too long ago, and you weren’t sure when she would be back, “Wait, we shouldn’t. Miyeon could come back any minute.”
“She has work,” Soyeon retorted, already diving in to finish the hickey she had started on the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and groaned, and you felt her wicked grin against your skin. She knew exactly what she was doing to you.
Always the ever-determined woman she is, she had managed to get you right where she wanted you. You lied down on her bed, your head resting in the plush of her pillows as she left teasing kisses between your thighs. You made it a point to stare at the ceiling because if you looked down you would see your gorgeous girlfriend staring up at you with those tantalizing eyes that made you weak in the knees. But she loved when you made eye contact with her, so she got your attention the only ways she knew how.
“Oh my God!” you gasped out loud as you felt the sudden intrusion of her tongue deep between your folds. No prep or anything. Right down to business. Soyeon was making it very clear that she had an objective, and neither of you were moving on until she completed her little mission.
Her manicured fingernails dug into your thighs as they constricted around her head. They pulled them away so that she could continue to lick you with ardor, the familiar taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her nose bumped below your clit with every movement of her head. You felt like you could cum just from that.
“Just relax,” she cooed to you before sticking two of her fingers into her mouth to get them wet, “Let go for me.”
You nodded as you melted back against her bed, your fingers clutching onto the duvet underneath you as you felt her fingers enter you. Her fingers weren’t long, but you could tell she was thrusting them as deeply as she could. Over a few minutes, her pace quickened and she focused her fingertips on the spongey texture that lied deep within your walls. You were already soaking her fingers just from how wet you were, but she was aiming for so much more. So she set her target on that one spot and kept at it, hooking her fingers and thrusting them in and out. As she felt you pulsing around her, she leaned down and sucked your clit between her lips, sucking them in just the way she knew you liked. And as if the moment couldn’t get any better, she hummed, the vibrations sending you reeling.
It felt . . . different. This wasn’t the same as when you usually came. There was a slightly different feeling, like your body had become frozen as the pleasure coursed through you. Then you felt it—the liquid flooding between your thighs. Your eyes rolled and your back arched. Your fingers went to Soyeon’s head. You held her right in that spot until it all became too much. Then, you started pushing her away.
She came up from between your legs, a prideful smile on her lips as well as the glistening of your juices on her face. She wore it like a medal, not at all in a rush to wipe it away.
“You did it,” she praised you, caressing your leg, “How did it feel?”
“Good,” you replied, chest heaving from the deep breaths you took. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows. You suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that you—and a large spot on her sheets—were drenched, “I’m sorry for making a mess.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes and playfully poked your forehead with her finger, making you fall back against her pillows, “You just made my ego so big. I couldn’t care less about these sheets.”
You bashfully smiled, “Oh no, that head of yours is already too big.”
“But I’m your big head,” she reminded you, hovering over you to tenderly kiss your lips.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, spanking, marking, implied dom!cheol, husband!cheol <3, sir kink, pain kink (reader), reader is called ‘good girl’ and ‘baby’, cheol is called ‘honey’ and ‘baby’
word count: ~980
synopsis: accidentally standing your husband up for a lunch date leads to a punishment that is well deserved
a/n: happy halloween 🎃
posted: october 31, 2023
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The text you had just gotten from your husband might as well have said “You’re fucked”. You hadn’t done anything bad—that you were aware of, at least—but when you received a menacing text from him, you swiftly accepted your fate. Which was presumably a punishment for you when he would get home from work.
cheol 💍: You better be in that bedroom at 4 when I get off.
Those words haunted you for the following hours after you received it, each hour passing causing anxiety to creep further into your psyche. Had you said something? Did something? Not said something? Not done something? The thoughts flurrying in your brain were almost making you dizzy.
By 4 o’clock sharp you were in your bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap. You twiddled your thumbs. Your bottom lip was being gnawed on restlessly between your teeth, sure to leave indents in the delicate skin. You flinched when you finally heard the front door open, then close. The threatening sounds of your husband’s footsteps making their way down the hall nearly sent your stomach up into your throat. When he finally appeared in the threshold of your room, your heart was almost beating out of its cage. What could you possibly have done that was so bad?
Despite your anxiety about the situation, you couldn’t help but find his looks and attitude extremely attractive. He was your husband after all. The casually styled hair. The untucked shirt. The tie he was already pulling loose as he looked at you with straight lips and dark eyes. It was all very enticing.
“So? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
You gulped, “No, honey, I don’t even know what this is about. Did I say something wrong?”
He chuckled, humorlessly, “No. No. You did, however, blow me off for our lunch date today.”
As soon as the words left his lips, you were gasping softly. You did blow him off. But not intentionally! In fact, as you made your own lunch today, you had a thought that you felt like you were forgetting something. It was an eerie thought, one that made you stop in your tracks with your plate in hand before you sat at the table to eat. But after a minute of nothing coming to mind, you came to the conclusion that it must not have been important. Oh, how wrong you were.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Cheol. I completely forgot,” you tried to explain, but your husband held his index finger to his lips and you instantly shut up.
“You’re lucky I’m in a decent mood today. You’ll only get ten.”
Instantly you felt relief flood into your entire being. Ten spanks; you could handle that. The last time you had gotten punished for sending nudes to him while he was at work, and he gave you a good thirty smacks (fifteen on each ass cheek). Your skin was marked for days and the subtle sting lasted even longer. You enjoyed a good spanking, but sometimes they could be more pain than pleasure. Ten would be perfect.
You tried not to seem to happy, in case he decided to up the number. You waited patiently and quietly, just like he always wanted you to be. When he sat beside you and patted his thigh, you climbed into the usual position.
Your knees dug into the mattress on one side of him while your hands secured your upper half on the other side of his lap. If you were to lower yourself, your stomach would be lying on top of his thighs. But he wanted you to use your strength to hold yourself up—this was a punishment after all.
“You’re gonna keep count like a good girl, right?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
He hummed in approval, his hands already kneading your ass over your shorts. He did that for a moment before he unceremoniously tugged the garment down around your knees along with your underwear. Your cunt felt a cool breeze from the A/C circulating in the room; you shivered.
“And you’re already wet? I haven’t even done anything yet,” Seungcheol commented, shaking his head, “Let’s add another one.”
“Eleven?” you asked incredulously.
“Yep. Count ‘em.”
Slap.
You gasped, not expecting the first one so soon. After a second you said, “One.”
Nine slaps against your cheek later, that familiar, searing sting was permeating throughout your lower half. It didn’t help that he left his wedding ring on, which only hurt even more. You were almost certain there would be an outline of his hand as he did every single smack on your left ass cheek.
“How many is that again, baby?”
“Ten.”
“Make this lucky number eleven,” he smirked to himself as he landed one, last, good slap on top of the same spot he had been going at. Your body flinched at the impact, and your cunt clenched around nothing, oozing a little more arousal out. This wasn’t unnoticed by your oh-so-observant husband who then spread your cheeks apart to get a good look at it, “You really like this shit, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, secretly praying for him to touch you, lick you, fuck you, anything.
“You don’t really deserve to be treated nicely after your forgetfulness today, though, huh?”
“I’m sorry, baby, really. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. We can go to your favorite lunch place, my treat! I’ll even get dessert.”
He scoffed out a laugh, “So desperate. Well, I guess I can’t pass up a good dessert.”
You let out a small sigh of relief as you felt his fingertips rub over your wet cunt.
“I’m gonna hold you to that promise, though,” he added, “You better not forget it.”
the way I can’t stop thinking about your football player lino fic like yes I’ve been obsessed w him recently and you read my mind and delivered with a link fic for my horny ass and I am forever indebted to you for it
i’m not gonna lie bestie… i kinda wanna write another football player!lino fic 😩 i just might have to add that to my to do list and i’ll be sure to tag you when i post queen 🫶🏻
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, protected sex, vaginal penetration, filming / sex tape, praise
word count: ~1.1k
synopsis: you’re a little nervous to film yourself having sex with your bf, but he helps you feel at ease. you realize that you might actually like this more than you think.
posted: october 28, 2023
00:00:00
Second by second, the filming time went up the longer your boyfriend’s phone recorded. From the bed, you watched him walk back from the desk he had propped the device on, facing it towards the bed across from it. Before he joined you, he lifted your chin up and placed a kiss upon your lips, forming a smile on them as he did so.
“Are you nervous?” he asked you as he crawled on top of you. Even if you didn’t respond, he would know the answer. Your eyes were fixated on the camera, a hint of apprehension in them. In an attempt to quell your nerves, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips.
“A little,” you admitted, “I’m just super aware of the fact that the camera is on us.”
“Well, that’s the point,” he teased you, “But it’s okay, once we get started, you’ll forget it’s even there.”
You gulped as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck. Your eyes flitted back to peer at the camera, the screen showing a perfect view of the bed. Your pensive stare bounced back to you as San’s face disappeared in your neck where he left steamy kisses. He’s right, you thought. I just won’t look at it, and then it won’t feel so weird. I’ll forget it’s even there.
You decided to let your body do what it does best and go with the flow. You followed San’s lead, letting him guide you through the process of sex like he so often did. He got you both down to your underwear, and just as you were resuming the position for missionary, he changed the plan.
“Let’s get you on your stomach, babe,” he patted your thigh, grabbing a pillow and folding it before placing it under your navel as you laid back down onto the sheets. Your face was now in clear view of the camera, but you quickly averted your eyes. You focused on the sheets in front of you and the feeling of whatever San was doing behind you.
You felt his hands first, skimming over your waist and hips before gripping and kneading the flesh of your ass. Then, you felt his lips pressing kisses along your spine. The familiar sensation of his lips lingered all over your body until they met the cotton fabric of your panties. His fingers hooked into them, coaxing you to lift your hips so that he could easily pull them down your legs and discard them.
“You have the best ass in the entire world, you know that?” to further prove his point, he landed a hearty smack on one of your cheeks. He let out a satisfied “ooh” at the sight of the recoil, and his grip tightened on your behind. You chuckled nervously, hiding your face in the fluffy blanket below you, “Ah, don’t be shy, baby.”
For a moment you felt nothing after that while he busied himself putting on a condom. But once he was ready, he parted your knees to make room for himself. He kneeled behind you, close enough for him to enter you when he was ready. He prepped himself with a sensible amount of lube and then he was asking if you were ready. You hesitated before you nodded.
“We can shut it off whenever you want. Don’t feel pressured,” he whispered in your ear, certain that the phone wouldn’t pick it up from this far back.
“I’m ready,” you repeated with more confidence. Your eyes darted to the phone set up, screen facing you with the tiny, red, blinking light flashing in the corner to remind you that it was, in fact, recording.
San didn’t waste a moment, leaning back to watch himself feed his thick cock into your wet cunt. He hissed through clenched teeth, and then he was slowly rocking his hips into yours. You groaned into the blanket underneath you as he bottomed inside you, his balls grazing your leaking folds. As his desire to make you both cum grew more urgent, his movements became quicker and deeper. The wet, pornographic sounds of your union filled the room to be undoubtedly immortalized in the video that was currently recording.
You looked up for only a moment, getting a not-so-clear glimpse of San pounding you into the mattress from behind. And you had to admit . . . it was hot—hotter than you could imagine. You looked just like the girls in all the Twitter videos you watched when San wasn’t home and you were horny and in need of some motivation. You looked sexy, and your boyfriend looked even sexier. His dark fringe fell onto his forehead and sweat started to form in his hairline from the exertion he was displaying. He ardently bucked his pelvis into you with his rough grip on your waist, dull fingernails digging into your skin.
“Doing so good, baby. Taking me so well,” he praised you, kissing your exposed shoulder. He added in a whisper, “You alright?”
“Uh huh,” you nodded, leaning up a little and arching your back a bit more. You knew he liked when you did that. He said it looked sexy and spurred him on in the moment, and boy was that right. He dug his knees deeper into the mattress below you, thrusting a little faster.
Your insides pulsed around his dick as it pumped in and out of you. Short breaths panted out of your open mouth. Your eyelids grew heavy. A dazed smile found a home on your lips. San could tell you were getting closer to climaxing from the death grip your hands had on the sheets. His arm scooped you up around your neck, gently lifting your upper body up as his bicep and forearm caged you against his chest.
“Gonna watch yourself fall apart?” he asked you, his own eyes already trained on the camera ahead before your eyes met them, “Because I am. I’m gonna come back to this video over and over again when I’m away from you. And I’ll always think about how good you feel right now.”
“San,” you whined, eyes closing for only a moment as you felt your insides shudder. But just as quickly as they closed, they were opening again. And the sight of your boyfriend’s lust-fueled gaze watching himself fuck you was enough to have you spasming in his grip as you came. The orgasm was so intense that you went limp in his embrace at some point during it; you didn’t even feel San cum after you.
“We’re definitely doing this again.”
You didn’t realize you had spoken out loud until your boyfriend chuckled, “Oh yeah.”
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, praise, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetration, sloppy making out, couch sex, creampie, (* i did mark this as a gender neutral fic but the reader is described as wearing a dress so yeah just wanted to include that! *)
word count: ~1k
synopsis: your bf is upset that no one at the costume party you went to recognized your cosumtes 💔
posted: october 28, 2023
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“Baby, don’t be like that.”
Your boyfriend shook his head, trudging into your house with heavy, sad steps before plopping onto the couch. You held back a chuckle at his overdramatic pout and crossed arms. He was currently upset because you two had gone to a Halloween party, dressed up as the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet from the Baz Luhrmann movie. Jaehyun was the one who had came up with the idea, and he was really excited when your costumes came out fairly accurate to the film. However, he was devastated all throughout the night when partygoer after partygoer failed to pinpoint the characters you were portraying.
“Our costumes were dumb,” he sulked, picking up the TV remote in hopes of distracting himself with whatever show was on.
“They were not dumb,” you assured him, “They’re cute! And it’s not like no one knew who we were. Johnny and Mark knew!”
“I told Mark what costumers we were doing, and Johnny was the one who went shopping with me,” he retorted, the furrow in his brow only deepening as he continued to be upset. “Everyone thought I was a tourist.”
“Well, I think our costumes were amazing. It’s not our fault nobody in the room has good taste in movies like you,” you tried to make him feel better, and as the down-turned front of his eyebrow lifted, you thought it might be working, “Honestly, I’d rather have a great costume that no one recognizes than be the hundredth Harley Quinn and Joker couple.”
He laughed softly at that, “They did have a lot of those. That movie came out years ago.”
“And how many Romeo and Juliets were there?”
“None,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at you, and he reached his hand out for yours, holding it, “Thanks, ________.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, Jae. Besides, I think you look really hot in this outfit,” you confessed, your other hand reaching up to the collar of his Hawaiian print shirt. Your fingers fiddled with the top button, and neither of you seemed fazed when it just so happened to pop open.
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes now trained on the plump of your lips, the remnants of your lip gloss still making them shiny.
“Yeah.”
“You look gorgeous too. I like this little halo,” he further proved his point by nudging the halo headband above your head with his finger, making it wobble. You giggled along with him, and then his hand was on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.
The kiss turned hot and heavy in moments; suddenly you were straddling his lap. His hands found purchase on your ass and thighs, fingers gripping onto you and sliding the already short hem of your dress up. Low groans of gratification and wanton whines were muffled through your tongues and lips. Your hips shifted rhythmically over your boyfriend’s, emitting deep, guttural moans from his throat.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” Jaehyun spoke through gritted teeth when you grinded down on him and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Usually he would warn you about making hickeys, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.
After a little more grinding and passionate, messy kissing, Jaehyun managed to get both of your underwear off and push his jeans down to the floor. You were going to straddle him again, but he maneuvered you so that you were lying on the couch. You let out a small whine about your halo bending before tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. He hovered above you, pushing your leg up so that he could fit better between your thighs.
You sucked in a quick breath as he thrusted slowly into you for the first time, while he simultaneously let out a sigh that resembled a curse word you couldn’t quite make out. He had his head buried in your neck, hot breath making your collarbone warm.
“I’ll never get over how good you feel,” he said, “Every single time . . . is better than the last.”
You moaned, your hands wandering under the loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt he wore. It was hanging on by only a few buttons now, so you made quick work of unfastening them and tugging the shirt off of him completely while his thrusts never faltered, “Jae.”
“I know” when he didn’t get a response he said, “You keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum. You want that?”
You couldn’t think of any words in the moment, too overwhelmed with your looming orgasm, so you simply nodded. He rested his forehead against yours, and as if on cue, you clenched down on his throbbing cock.
“Shit, ________,” he cursed, eyes screwing shut. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster; he moved with purpose, “You feel so good. Smell so good. Look so good. Fuck, you look beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”
“Jae,” you finally broke your silence, “Please.”
Finally, he shut up and focused on what he was doing. He drove his hips into yours with ardor. He littered kisses over your face, ending with your mouth where he drew you into another sloppy kiss. It was sloppy in the sense that it was full of tongues and teeth, but also because your mouth was parted for loud whimpers.
Jaehyun’s movements stuttered, and his grip on the couch tightened beside you, “Holy fu- I’m cumming.”
“I’m cumming,” he repeated, his words coming out broken up and whiney.
Spurts of his cum filled you up. Your leg hiked higher up on his hip. Your hands grasped onto his back, fingernails clawing at him as you felt your orgasm about to crash down on you.
“That’s it, fucking cum for me. Come on, baby,” even in the aftershocks of his own release, he urged you to chase your own, “You look so pretty when you cum, baby. Do it.”
So you did. You came with an exclamation of your boyfriend’s name as the familiar, orgasmic sense of euphoria settled over you.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation
word count: ~950
synopsis: sure, having an idol bf isn’t exactly ideal, and having phone sex with said bf at 4am is definitely less than ideal. but you make it work 👍🏻
a/n: sorry again for the delay. hope you guys enjoy 💋
posted: october 27, 2023
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Dialing . . .
That word taunted you for the third time as you waited for your boyfriend to answer the phone. He was several thousand miles away from you, in a different timezone, so he was just getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, you had set an alarm for 4 a.m. so that you could tell him goodnight. Though, that was starting to seem like it wasn’t going to happen as your third attempt to call him caught his voicemail. You decided then to give up. Maybe he already fell asleep, you thought as you let your phone fall back onto the empty space beside you where his body would usually be snoring softly.
But just as your eyes were closing, your phone buzzed. You picked it up, the lit-up screen showing his contact photo.
“Sorry I missed your call, baby. I was in the shower,” Felix said once you answered.
“S’okay, how was your show tonight?”
“It was fucking amazing. The fans were so loud and their energy was great all night,” you could picture the wide smile on his freckled face as he spoke. The thought made you smile.
“That’s awesome. I can’t wait to see your show in Australia soon.”
“Trust me, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I haven’t been home in so long, and I can’t wait to have you meet everybody.”
“Not too much longer,” you reminded him. You let out a groan as you stretched yourself across the bed, and your boyfriend laughed softly.
“Tired?”
“Tired? Why would I be tired? It’s just four in the morning,” you replied sarcastically.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be tired, but I understand. I’ll let you get some sleep, babe.”
“Wait, why’s that?” you asked, but you knew Felix well enough to know exactly what he meant.
“I just . . . miss you a lot. And I’ve got this room all to myself, unlike yesterday,” he explained, making your heartbeat speed up. Your body was heating up at just the thought of him, so you peeled the sheets back.
“You miss me?” you repeated, “How much, Lix?”
“A lot, baby. I’ve thought about you all day.”
“What have you been thinking about?” your hands moved over your body, fingertips gliding over your bare thighs and up your stomach. Your skin broke out in goosebumps.
“Coming home to you in a few days,” his voice was a little deeper than normal, the lust evident in his timbre, “Wanna spend every second with you.”
“You will,” you agreed, hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breast, “You can have me for as long as you want.”
“Yeah? Can’t wait to fuck you when I get home. Been dreaming about your pussy for weeks,” you swore you could hear his hand pumping his cock on the other end of the line. You instantly became wet at the mental image of him in some nice hotel bed, fisting himself to the thought of fucking you. Having his way with you in your bed, your scent filling his nose. Your lips on his. His hands holding onto you tight, wordlessly promising to not let you go anytime soon. “Are you touching yourself too, _______?”
“Yes,” you squeaked out, hand sinking under the band of your underwear to play with the space between your thighs. Your skin was slick under your touch, making it easy to rub and massage your sensitive clit.
“Good, get nice and wet for me. Can you do that?”
“Mhm,” you couldn’t focus on answering, you put it all into aiming for pleasure. You were in a rhythm now, and it felt good. Not as good as when Felix touched you, but it would do for the circumstances.
“I’m so hard right now,” he confessed, his breath becoming heavy, “All for you. Can’t stop thinking about how good you would feel around me. How tight you would be. How wet.”
“Felix,” you moaned, dipping your fingers into your hole, thrusting two of them in and out. You wondered if he could hear the sounds of it from his side, but you got your answer sooner than you thought when he let out a moan.
“Fuck, say my name again, baby.”
“Felix,” you cooed his name, legs fidgeting as the pleasure between them grew. You heard a faint disgruntled noise on the other end, and a smirk sat on your lips at the idea of him cumming from just you moaning his name. “It feels so good. Wish it was your fingers.”
A groan sounded from his end, “I know, baby, me too. Are you gonna cum?”
“Mhm.”
“Good, cum all over those pretty fingers. Let me hear you,” his voice came out breathlessly. You could tell he was close too. A few minutes passed and the sounds your boyfriend was making on the other end of the call were making you go crazy. Your body was buzzing with anticipation for an orgasm that was getting so close you could practically feel it already. Your muscles tensed and moans ripped from your throat.
Unbeknownst to each other, you both came at the same time. Your thigh twitched from the impact before your legs fell limp. Felix’s hand continued to milk his softening erection, now coated in his own cum. He was really thankful he decided to put a towel down just in case, because he did not want to have to face the hotel maids in the morning with such obvious stains on his duvet cover.
“That was a nice way to get to sleep,” he mumbled to you through his post-orgasm haze.
📢 . . . hi cuties! sorry for going m.i.a. longer than intended but i will be posting a few kinktober posts today in an attempt to catch up. hoping i can be caught up in time for the 31st eeek 🙈 anyways, happy 1989 day 🩵🏙️ to my fellow swifties who are celebrating! & i hope all of you are enjoying your day 🫶🏻
I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.
A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!
📢 . . . hi! just wanted to pop in and let you guys know that days 23 & 24 of kinktober will be late. still trying to catch up in between working (and work has been so hectic this month 😵💫) but i’ll be off tuesday, so i plan on getting some writing done then. have a good day/night! 🫶🏻🌙
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, shower sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pet names (babe, baby), multiple orgasms
word count: ~1.3k
synopsis: date night ends with some overwhelming pleasure
posted: october 22, 2023
Date nights were a weekly occurrence in your relationship with Wonwoo, and you both cherished them, looking forward to them every time the new week began. This week, he had told you to dress up and be ready by the time he got home from work. So you did, all the while wondering what he had in mind for the night ahead of you.
He had came home shortly after 4 p.m, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in cellophane with a ribbon around it. He greeted you with a kiss, but not before his eyes had raked over your frame with a loving glaze over them. His lips lingered on your lips, giving you a second and third kiss before finally letting you take the flowers in the kitchen to put them in water.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked once you returned to the foyer of your shared apartment.
When you replied with a ‘Yes’, he took your hand and led you out to his car where he held the door for you like he always did. He refused to tell you where he was taking you, but you could tell it was in the city based on where he was driving.
The destination ended up being the new clothing store you had been wanting to go to. The store was just too far out of the way of your normal route, and you hadn’t found time to go to it. So he figured he would treat you to some shopping before dinner, which was at your favorite date spot.
Once your date had come to a beautiful conclusion, and you arrived home, Wonwoo took your shopping bags from the backseat and carried them inside for you.
“Thank you for tonight, babe. That store was even nicer than my friends were telling me,” you told him, unlocking the front door for him. You let him walk in first, gesturing for him to leave the bags on the couch.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he replied earnestly, turning to you with his usual, cool smile. He pulled you in by the waist, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, “Should we watch some TV? It’s still a little early.”
You picked up your phone to check the time, and it was only 7:30 p.m, “Hm, I’m not really in the mood for TV. Do you want to shower with me instead?”
Of course, your boyfriend didn’t turn down the offer, but you eventually started to regret your decision. Because not even five minutes into your shower, your boyfriend had your back up against the tiled wall, his fingers buried between your thighs. He towered over you with a satisfied grin on his lips as he watched you on the edge of cumming for the first time that night. Yes, the first. Because with Wonwoo, it was never just once. Once wasn’t good enough; it was the minimum.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it,” he egged you on, “Just cum for me.”
You were already a piteous excuse of a person, letting out pathetic moans and whines as his thumb circled your clit and his middle and ring finger pumped into you with purpose. Your hands secured you by holding onto his back and arm, and he loved that every time he went deeper, your grip on him got tighter. The smile on his lips only curled more when your walls squeezed his fingers and convulsed around them, soaking them in your arousal. You were glad the water was lukewarm, because your body was already heating up.
“Just like that,” he kissed a line up your jaw and on your ear, that deep timbre of his making your insides tense, “Now give me another good one.”
Before you could protest, he was sinking to his knees, the water falling onto his lower back as he lifted your leg up onto his shoulder.
“Wonw-oh,” your words died in your throat. Your boyfriend’s left hand held onto the thigh that sat on his left shoulder while his right hand continued working in your cunt. His fingers powered through your first orgasm, and quickly aimed for your second one. Only this time, he added his mouth to the mix, kissing and sucking on your clit. And all you could do was stand there and take it, resorting to watching him. It was actually such a sight to see. His dark hair, wet and sticking to his forehead while the water behind him cascaded down his back and wide shoulders. His brown eyes clouded by lust as he stared up at you, knowing that eye contact made your knees weak (figuratively).
Not even a couple of minutes had passed, but it was already becoming too much. You had no time to recover from your first climax, so your body was tense as it began building up to a second one. The muscles in your legs tensed. Your hands gripped onto his shoulder and in his hair, wanting to tug him away to give you a moment to calm down. He could practically feel your inner conflict of wanting to chase your high or push him off. He pulled his mouth away from your throbbing core—which clenched around his fingers after he abandoned it—and looked up at you with a fake confused expression.
“What is it, baby?” he asked.
“It’s too much, I need . . . need a second,” you struggled to speak as the pace of his fingers failed to slow down. If anything, it felt like he sped them up.
“You want me to stop? Tell me to stop then.”
He knew you didn’t want him to stop. Well, you did. But also you didn’t. You didn’t really know what you wanted.
That familiar, cat-like smirk appeared on his lips as he brought his face back between your thighs. And a second later you felt his tongue on your clit again, making your tummy flip. You whined, fingers grasping desperately onto him, attempting to anchor yourself to him as you were moments away from cumming again.
Anyone would tell you that having sex in a shower was not easy, but you were lucky in some aspects. Your shower was way more spacious that most, and Wonwoo took your safety very seriously. He held onto you like his life depended on it, and he was always alert to your movements. Any wrong move could result in serious injury, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he braced his hands on your legs to keep you still as he thrusted his fingers up into you as quickly and deeply as he could. When he felt the gummy, spongey texture of your walls, he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“If you want to stop you need to tell me now,” he spoke with a mocking tone, pulling away from you only a little bit.
“No! Don’t stop,” you exclaimed, bucking your hips up in tandem with his fingers.
“No? But you said it was too much.”
“Wonwoo, please.”
“I know, baby, I know. Let it out.”
Just like that, you were cumming, the most carnal, primal noises pulling out of your throat. Your insides spasmed around his knuckles and soaked his digits in your creamy essence. Your thigh clenched, moving closer to his cheek. Your lower abdomen tensed as his tongue continued to massage your clit, sending your mind and nerves spiraling. Your hands were weakly attempting to push him away, but the water made your palms slip. You resorted to making pathetic whines and sad attempts at groans of his names. Finally, he pulled away, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You couldn’t believe you had come out of that as calmly as you did. You were also nervous knowing that you would have to go through it a few more times before Wonwoo would be satisfied.
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warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, reader calls rosé ‘pretty’ & ‘baby’
word count: ~900
synopsis: you finally convince your gf to try facesitting
posted: october 21, 2023
“Are you going to sit on my face or not?”
Your girlfriend giggled, busying herself by picking up the TV remote and her phone and placing them on the nightstand. Meanwhile, her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of your waist. When she turned her attention back to you, you put on a pout that made her roll her eyes.
“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before,” she said, though she knew you already knew that.
“I know, that’s why I’m so eager to be your first,” you tried to ease her worries by running your fingertips over the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her legs were completely bare, and she was covered in only her panties and a crop top. It took so much convincing on your part to get Chaeyoung to this point, so you didn’t want to ask too much of her. But you really wished you had gotten her completely naked before now, “Just come up here and sit, pretty.”
Chae sighed, apprehension evident in her expression and her movements. But she climbed up anyways, extra cautious of your body so that she didn’t knee you by accident. Then she arrived at her destination, her clothed core hovering near your chin. She was uneasy, you could tell, but if only she knew how much you loved your view.
The way her cute, sparkling eyes looked to you for guidance and validation, it sent you reeling. “Like this?” she asked.
“A little lower,” you urged, noting the large gap between your face and her cunt. She hesitantly lowered her hips, barely an inch more, “Little lower.”
“This doesn’t feel too comfortable, how is this enjoyable for you?” she asked curiously, looking down at you over her tummy.
“It’s because you’re not low enough, and trust me, this will be much more enjoyable for me once i get your pussy on my tongue.”
“Baby,” she groaned in embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the effect your words had on her.
“Sit,” you told her once more, and finally, she listened.
She carefully put her weight on you, and you didn’t waste any time in reaching up over her thighs. Your fingers moved the gusset of her panties to the side, and you noticed the fabric was already damp. You decided to dive right in, pressing kisses over her heated skin.
Chae’s breath became heavier as she felt your lips on her thighs and the tender flesh of her pulsing cunt. She was admittedly nervous, but also excited—after all, she did love the way you ate her out. You knew all the right ways to tease her, building up that flame inside of her. You knew how (and where) to leave lingering kisses that had her yearning for more. You knew when to finally give those licks that had her moaning out softly.
Moments later you were smirking to yourself as her hips began rocking on their own. It was subtle, but you caught the swaying easily from your position. Your hands secured themselves on her thighs, holding her close to your face so she couldn’t move away. You delved even further between her warm folds with your tongue, prodding and licks and sucking on her wet skin. Mewls and whimpers of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘oh my Gods’ tumbled from her lips without a care.
“You taste so good, Rosie,” you hummed into her thigh, both of you highly aware of the arousal that coated your lips, cheeks, and chin. You returned to the task at hand, going back to eating her out with vigor. Your tongue lapped at her, collecting her sweet juices, willing her to cum. You focused the tip of your tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive button, eliciting wanton moans from your girlfriend as she slowly thrusted her pussy over your mouth.
One of your hands snaked up her torso before slipping under the bottom of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and you couldn’t be more thankful to be met with the soft, pliant feeling of her tit in your hand.
“I’m almost there, ________,” she panted, head thrown back from the climax building up higher and higher within her.
“Ride my tongue, baby. Make a mess, all over my face,” you drove her to release, sticking out your tongue as much as you could to allow her the control she needed. She grasped some of your hair in her hand gently, keeping you in place as she moved her slick cunt up and down your tongue, using you for her own satisfaction.
“Yes, right there! Just like that!” her movements began to stutter as she came, letting out the loudest, most lewd sounds you had heard her make recently. And you were just there for the ride, relishing in the taste of her on your lips as you cleaned them with your tongue.
Your hands massaged Chaeyoung’s thighs, calming her down from her orgasm. She dismounted from you, not wanting to sit on you any longer than she needed to. But as she laid down beside you, you could hear her heavy breathing. A laugh rumbled from you, and you two looked at each other.
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