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juyeon x fem reader

warnings: oral fixation, explicit language, it was supposed to be suggestive but now it isn’t 😭😭😭, 🌙 anon that’s your fault (and also the juyeon’s babydoll/kitten anon)

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cmds 46/50: part 2, but there’s no curiosity, he just wants you all to himself again.

› part 1

jacob x fem reader

warnings: the breeding kink here is so obvious, unprotected sex (don’t try it at home, kids), nothing really. I’ll fix all the typos later.

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[toruro-deactivated20250806]

— ✧ like crazy

it's gon' be a good night ... forever you and i (like crazy / jimin)

pairing: wen junhui x reader

description: you're at his mercy in the palm of his hand, but jun is just as wrapped around your little finger.

tags: smut (18+), soft dom! jun, choking, spit kink, finger sucking, jun calls u 'pretty' a lot, possibly the best smut i have written yet

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: i wrote this high and listening to like crazy on repeat. i apologize for the person i may have turned into.

"atta girl." cool fingers drift from your collar bone up your neck, tracing the curve of your jawline before tapping at your cheek. your lips part unconsciously, sucking in his digits as he presses the smooth pads of his fingers onto your tongue.

jun's cock is buried to the hilt inside your cunt, hips flush against yours as your legs cage him in. tears prick at the corners of your ryes, the feeling of both pain and pleasure blazing a fire across your skin. even after stretching you out with one, two, then three fingers, you're never quite prepared for the way he fills you up so nicely.

his fingers in your mouth are a kind distraction—a moment of peace before the storm you know is sure to come. two digits plunged into your mouth, swiveling in gently in and out, much like his cock would if he chose to stuff your lips with that instead. another time, jun thinks, groaning when you swipe your tongue over one of his fingers.

"easy," he hisses, slipping the filthy, slick fingers out of your puffy lips' hold. you look so pretty beneath him, hair dischelved, lips slightly agape, eyes glossy with lust clouded behind your tears—jun thanks his lucky fucking stars that he's the only one who'll ever get to see you like this. your soft pants draw him close, and he grows dizzy from the way your breaths are in sync with his—the intoxicating rhythm has his cock shifting inside of you when he moves to lace his dirtied hand with yours.

the little muffled noise you make when he drags achingly slow out of you has his length throbbing, and you swear you can feel every little curve and vein on the underside of his cock as they rub against you. "you're addicting," he moans when your fingers latch onto his, holding him so close he feels as if he's one with you. jun can't get enough of you, but with the way your pussy just sucks him in when he juts his hips forward is enough to tell him that you're equally as insatiable.

"jun," you gasp, using your free hand to hook your arm under one thigh and yank your leg up so he can angle himself further into you. "fuck—" the word comes out choked when his next thrust comes down on you brutally.

jun damn near winces when your walls clamp down on him, tight pussy hugging him so nicely—do you know how much you're driving him fucking crazy? "pretty mouth like that," he grunts as his hips toss out sharp thrusts that are increasing in force, but keeping their slow and steady pace, "shouldn't be saying such filthy words."

your hand under your leg grows trembles at his words, and you feel your body already starting to go limp. looking up at him with sparkly eyes that glint under the deep red lights that encase the room, soft apologies slip from your lips. "sorry, junnie," your voice is soft and your body seems to grow more and more pliant, skin pressing against his.

when he lets go of your hand and thrusts shallowly while adjusting his position above you, you're about to spew out desperate words of protest, but the words shrivel on your tongue when that same hand wraps around your throat. your eyes flicker up at him and suddenly the red light becomes even deeper, accentuating jun's features.

he looks so beautiful under the light, dark shadows hugging his jawline and chiseled cheekbones. the brightness of his blonde hair and pearly whites reflect under the warm glow, your heart racing with love and excitement. jun's grip on your neck is firm—it's possessive, it's demanding, it's hot.

you'll do anything for him, and he'll do anything for you.

with one thumb stroking your jaw, jun returns to deep thrusts, this new angle having his tip kiss your cervix. "this pussy made for me, huh?" he groans, glancing down at the wetness that runs all over his length, dripping between your folds and down his balls. the slick causes a filthy sound to bounce off the bedroom walls but hardly audible with the way you're both moaning, panting, heaving for breath.

and it's so addicting, the way your sweet scent is mingling with jun's husky aroma. there's a bit of sweat glistening on his forehead, but all it makes him do is make him look like he's sparkling. you open your mouth to try and say something—say anything—but his eyes are darkening above you and everything is overwhelming your senses.

"my pretty baby can't speak?" jun murmurs, looking down at you with an amused glint when he tightens his grip on your neck. you can still breathe, but the pressure has your eyes lolling back and head nodding dumbly with what comes out of his mouth next. "need something to keep that pretty mouth busy?"

you expect his fingers again, if you're being honest. maybe it's the lack of blood flow to your head, maybe it's the way his cock is hitting all the right spots inside of you, maybe it's how you feel like you're high on his scent alone—you aren't thinking straight.

so when you open your mouth and feel a warm glob of spit drop down from jun's lips land on your tongue, you're surprised you don't cum on the spot. writhing against his hold, you whine when you realize that he's got you trapped. you're trapped, caged in, secure in his hold, but the way he's looking down at you so adoringly reminds you that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

if there's a heaven, there isn't a doubt in your mind that it's here. here in this moment between you and jun, so close, so in love, so high on the feeling of being connected. time stops around you two when he brings up a finger to brush some stray spit and drool off your chin, your skin soft and supple under his touch. "god, i fucking love you."

his crushing hold on your throat is too much for you to formulate a response, but jun doesn't care. he doesn't need to hear your response because he knows what you have to say. he knows you love him, and he knows that it's either you together or nothing.

and fuck, you're so beautiful to him under the dim lighting, the curve of your tits bouncing up and down as his thrusts begin to become more sloppy, more erratic as the high you're both chasing edges closer and closer. your hands by your side grip tightly at the sheets and jun is reminded that he's still got your neck under him.

"hold both your legs up for me, pretty," he order, finally letting go of your neck. your vision goes black and white for a sparing moment, senses being knocked back into place before being plunged back into shambles when jun slams into you harder than ever before. the bed slams against the wall, mattress creaking when you quickly scramble to hold both of your legs back, knees pushing up achingly close to your chest.

"junnie—fuck!" you cry out, and the nickname you use has a growl rumbling deep in his throat as he pounds his cock right back into your sopping mess. his fat tip bullies that one sensitive, tender patch in your cunt and you can finally thrash your limbs around freely, yanking jun's face down to press your lips onto his.

you two kiss sloppily, teeth clashing, tongues slipping in and out of lips in a heated mess, wetness coating your chins and cheeks as his hair falls against the side of your face. the sensation is so light it sends shivers down your spine and your legs begin to shake.

"i love it," you moan against jun's warm lips, your head void of any thoughts that aren't him and his cock.

"love what?" jun punctuates the word with sharp snap that you're sure nearly splits you in two.

"you!" you wail, the feeling of it all crashing down on you. you orgasm has been bubbling up for a while now, but with the sheer force and love that jun is pounding into you, you can't take it any longer. "love you," your words come out broken and your eyes shut tight as you experience this moment in high definition, orgasm wracking through your body.

jun's soft whispers of, "cum f'me, pretty," as he hovers above your face drive you off the edge at such a speed that it has your vision blacking out, and then there's the familiar twitch of his cock inside of you and your fluttering pussy gapes around him as thick spurts of cum fill you to the hilt, the milky white liquid leaking out of your hole and adding to the dirty mess that pools over the sheets.

his head falls against your shoulder as you both heave for air, and jun can feel himself growing hard again when he glances down at way you've creamed his cock, his fingers digging into your hips as he slips his half-hard cock out of your drooling cunt. the tip brushes against your tender clit, and your body jerks at the contact, teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the squeak that threatens to rip through.

pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder blade, he lifts his head to gaze down at you hazily. the room is dark, but you've since adjusted to the red, dim lights. he's gorgeous, you think, bringing up one hand to cradle the side of his face. he grins at the gesture, his heart swelling ten times its size in his chest.

"baby," jun whispers, voice low and hoarse. "you're going to drive me crazy."

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suffer the repercussions - p. s. 🔞

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paring: meandom!sunghoon x bratty!y/n

warnings: MDNI! degradation + praising, oral sex, finger sucking, dumbifying, dacryphilia, angry hoon, power kink, cum swallowing, slightly toxic talk….possibly more

wc: 1k

fic under the cut!

you and hoon had been arguing back and forth about how annoyed he was with you consistently coming back home late at night. sunghoon was a naturally possessive guy, he’d been one since the day he asked you out. only, you didn’t expect that outwardly planning to go on a late night hurrah with your friends would end you up cornered in your shared bedroom with your very angry boyfriend..

“you think you can just waltz around in that skimpy little dress, going on and on about spending the night clubbing?” sunghoon asked you, gently closed the door to your bedroom as he turned back to face you.

you cleared your throat, nervously scooting backwards on the bed as you looked up at sunghoon as he towered over you.

“hoon,” you began, trying to reason with him. “it’s not like i’m purposefully trying to ma…” only, you were cut short as sunghoon yanked you back to the edge of the bed by your legs, forcefully spreading them apart as he stood between them.

he tilted your head up with his cold fingertips, staring down at you with thick lust glazing over his lowly lidded eyes. “no need to make excuses…”

a smirk spread on his face as he gripped your jaw tightly. “we both know you just want to act like a little slut with your good for nothing friends, don’t you?”

you gulped, wincing at the feeling of his fingers dig into your face. “n-no…that’s not true…i just...”

“shhhh…” he cooed, caressing his thumb over your trembling lips. “open.”

tears filled your eyes as you complied, slightly opening your mouth for him.

“all the way.” so, you opened your mouth wider for him, already aware of what was to come next.

as you expected, he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, shoving them against the back of your throat.

“ack!” you gagged, your throat convulsing over the pads of his fingers. sunghoon bit his lip, his eyes trailing lower down your body as he tapped your chin.

with that, you blinked your tears away and sucked on his fingers. “you know you can do better than that. pretend like my fingers are my cock; your favorite thing to have in your mouth.”

his words caused your stomach to stir, the feeling travelled down to your pelvis and then to your throbbing pussy. you uncomfortably shifted on the bed as you sucked harder, holding onto his wrist to guide his hand deeper into your mouth until it wouldn’t go any further.

you continuously gagged, but sunghoon only nodded in approval as he watched you. “good.” he said, slipping his fingers as he pulled his belt off. “only thing you’re good for is sucking my dick.” he murmured, signaling for you to get onto your knees and help him with his pants. “cock desperate sluts like you live for sucking dick.”

you didn’t reply, only unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along with his briefs as his cock sprang out and slapped against his stomach. his tip was an angry red, seeping precum. it was evident sunghoon got off on calling you a slut…and he wasn’t the only one.

you held the base of his cock in your small hand, licking the cum from his tip and lightly sucking on the head as you looked up at him with tear-glistened eyes.

“stop teasing.” he roughly spoke, harshly pushing your forehead back to snap you out of it.

you took him more into your mouth, taking in as much as you could, but he was just so big. he’s never fit all the way into your mouth, but you had a feeling that he was determined to do so tonight. “i don’t care if you choke, take all of what i’m giving you, y/n.”

you moaned at his words, feeling more and more turned on at his assertive tone. “ah…shit. do that again.”

you hummed in response, feeling him twitch inside of your mouth before he slammed himself all the way inside. your eyes flew open, falling back to the bed as he held onto your head as hee mercilessly thrusted into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of you gagging over and over again.

sunghoon’s fingers tangled into your hair and held you against his pelvis as his warm load shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all down up until the last drop.

he let you go and you coughed, trying to soothe the throbbing of your abused mouth. “was that too much?”

you only looked at him, wiping your mouth.

“y/n?” sunghoon cooed, walking closer to you once again. “you just say the word and you know i’ll stop.”

“i don’t want you to stop, sunghoon.” you told him, opening your legs as you leaned back onto your hands. “just promise me one thing?”

he raised his eyebrows, propping himself up over you as he waited for your proposition.

“promise me you’ll fuck me like the slut i am.”

let’s just say…you never went out in a skimpy dress ever again after that night..

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note: uh hi LOL sorry for the abrubt ending. i only intended for this to be a drabble ~ i know you guys really liked the mean dom sunghoon asks so i just wanted to drop this. i hope it was alright…(writing for sunghoon is lowkey fun. maybe i should dabble more into the heehoon territory…🙈)

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closure • bbh

pairing: toxic exbf!baekhyun x exgf!reader, toxic relationship, exes to fwb (?)

genre: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!! angst

synopsis: reader sees her ex boyfriend looking to get closure and gets something else

warnings: pwp, p in v, riding, swearing, mild breeding, fingering, dirty talk, name calling (baekhyun calls you his ‘little slut’), baekhyun is a meanie

an unimpressed expression overtakes his features as you ramble on, intertwining your fingers nervously. baekhyun licks his lips and let’s out a heavy sigh through his nose, causing your eyes to flick up towards him. this is boring him.

“i just want closure,” you say finally, dropping your hands into your lap and sitting up straight. you look over at him to see the left corner of his mouth drag upwards. baekhyun licks his lips and shakes his head slightly, looking over at you boredly.

“yeah? you want closure?” he asks mockingingly, a devilish grin on his face. you huff and cross your arms over your chest at his dismissal. why he even showed up, if he was just going to make fun of you, doesn’t make sense but you don’t say anything. rather, you start rambling again, not leaving him enough room to interject.

you trail off when you hear his seat lean back and the zipper of his jacket being pulled down. “and i just feel like you never listened to me…” you look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. his chair lies flat and he tosses his jacket into the backseat. his fingers pull at the strings of his sweats and your lips part “what are you doing?”

“you want closure, right?” he asks, and you nod hesitantly. baekhyun gestures at his crotch, practically saying come get it, and you scoff, your face and neck heating up.

“you’re an ass,” you mutter, looking away from him. baekhyun shrugs and eyes you, looking you up and down and taking in your appearance: short-shorts and a loose crop top.

he clicks his tongue and rolls his head to the side to look at you. “last time you wore those, i blew your back out,” his eyes linger on your thighs and you cross your legs instinctively. “so if you want ‘closure’, i’ll give it to you.” you rest your chin on your knuckles and look out his car window, biting the inside of your cheek.

it’s pathetic how you quickly you succumb and crawl on top of him. you’ll regret it later but right now you have one goal in mind, and you’re going to achieve it.

you settle yourself on top of baekhyun and sigh, resting your hands flat against his chest. “you just gonna sit there?” he asks, running his hands up and down your thighs. you bite your bottom lip and look around through the windows. “i have tinted windows, y/n.” baekhyun says, and you can tell you’re testing his patience.

you don’t say anything, just lift your hips up and pull your shorts off. baekhyun pulls down his sweats only, letting them pool around his ankles. not many words are exchanged as he pushes your panties to the side and drags two fingers up your slit. bakehyun dips his fingers into your entrance and you let out a sigh as your gummy walls swallow up his fingers. he pumps his fingers in and out of you, focusing his eyes on your face and the expressions you make. you respond to him so well, but he also knows your body like no other, regardless of how much time has passed between the two of you.

“baek,” you whine, slowly moving yourself up and down on his fingers. he shakes his head at your desperation, but let’s you fuck yourself on his fingers.

“you missed me, huh,” he mutters, pressing on your clit with his thumb. you bite your bottom lip and let out a moan that serves as your answer. hell, the way you’re clenching around his fingers is enough confirmation for him. “still my little slut, huh?” baekhyun teases, a smirk on his face. your face burns with embarrassment, and you evade the question with a squeak of his name. “huh? answer me, y/n.” he says, grabbing your face with his free hand.

you look down at him, mouth agape. breathy pants escape your lips, and as much as you wish you could say ‘no’, you definitely still are. probably always will be, his little slut, that is. if he called you and told you to be on your knees waiting for him, you’d definitely consider it.

“y-yes!” you mewl. baekhyun smiles and slips his thumb into your mouth. you wrap your lips around the appendage and start gently sucking while you keep up bouncing on his fingers like it’s actually his dick.

“still a good girl too. if you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was call,” baekhyun says, starting to pump his fingers again. you whine, your words muffled by his thumb that he doesn’t move to pull out of your mouth. that feeling builds in the pit of your stomach and you halt your movements to let baekhyun put in the work instead. he keeps his thumb in your mouth as he works his ministrations on you, getting you to your climax.

you fall apart on top of him, holding onto the door to keep your body upright as you call out his name. baekhyun pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in his mouth, sucking your arousal off. it’s way too initimate, though you don’t say anything; you just keep panting above him as you try to regain your breath.

baekhyun doesn’t give you much time to collect yourself and yanks you upwards so he can pull down his boxers and let his semi hard dick free. he holds you against his chest with one arm while the other strokes his member a few times. “cmon, y/n,” he grumbles, guiding your body to position over his dick.

you huff and brush hair out of your face before lowering yourself onto him. he should be the one doing all of the work. “just like that,” he encourages once you start to find a decent rhythm. you hold onto the headrest for support, your chest pressing flat against his. baekhyuns hands grip onto your ass cheeks and he pulls you up and down on him, his pace much faster than youre capable.

“b-baek! wait,” you cry, the feeling in your legs disappearing due to their weakness from his pace, the stretch, and your previous actions on his fingers. “shit!” you mumble when he moves his hands to your hips instead.

“you’re telling me you can’t take it?” he asks breathlessly, sliding a hand up your shirt. you ignore him and focus on rolling your hips. “it hasn’t even been that long. i bet you missed this dick, huh?” you roll your eyes, fed up with his mocking, and cover his mouth with one of your hands. you briefly consider sitting on it, but given that you’re in his car it would not be comfortable.

baekhyun furrows his eyebrows and pulls your hand away, trying to bite your fingers when you try to hold your hand down. “get in the backseat,” he says, all but pushing you off of him. he bites back a moan when you slide off of him, taking a string of arousal with you. he can’t help but stare at the mess you’ve already created, not necessarily giving a shit that it may ruin his seats.

you ungracefully climb into the back, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs for him. baekhyun is right behind you after adjusting his seat so he can give the both of you ample room. “desperate,” he chuckles, slipping inside of you quickly. he hovers over you and the necklace he wears dangles over your face, swinging back and forth every time he rocks into you. “all you wanted was to fuck. you dont want fucking closure.” he grunts and you cry out his name, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to you so you can kiss his neck.

he pounds into you, his pace not super fast so you can feel everything, likes he’s trying to remind you what you’ve been missing since you called your relationship off. and yes, maybe you wanted to fuck him and needed an excuse, but you truly did want closure for the way he started treating you in your relationship. you don’t know if you’ll ever get it—not if every time you try to speak to him it ends up with your ankles by his ears.

“baekhyun!” you cry as his thrusts become erratic. you’re close, and can tell that he is too with the way he ruts into you. “i-i’m cl-close!” you hold onto his arms to anchor yourself to something, and you can’t prove it, but you feel like he flexes on purpose. it could be a coincidence, since he’s holding himself up, but knowing him it’s most likely the former.

“fuck, m-me too,” he pants, moving as much as he can to angle himself differently. he prods at your g spot and your eyes roll back, nails digging into the skin on his biceps. “i missed this. ‘m gonna fill you up.” you mouth falls open and you clench around him in response, making him choke out a moan.

it’s not long until you both finish and he comes inside you like he said he would. he fucks his come back into you, marking you, claiming you as his though how could you really be anybody else’s? when baekhyun pulls out of you, you whimper at the loss of contact and the emptiness. “i’m not going anywhere,” he says, leaning over the middle console to grab napkins from the glove box.

he comes back and cleans himself off and then you. baekhyun pulls his boxers back on and rests against the back seat as you lean over in search of your shorts. baekhyun can’t help himself when he slaps your ass, rubbing the spot and doing it again. “baekhyun!” you reprimand, falling back into the backseat, shorts in your hand. “stop that.” you say, slipping your pants on, avoiding his gaze.

you two sit in silence, your arms crossed over your exposed midriff and your eyes gazing out the window. you can feel his eyes on you, which is why you’re actively avoiding him but not quite asking him to take you back home. “i miss you,” he says softly. you snort and turn to look at him, not really believing his words. “i’m serious.” baekhyun adds, a slight pout overtaking his lips.

“we just fucked in the back of your car, of course you miss me,” you say, shaking your head at him.

“fuck, y/n, why are you always like this? how are you going to tell me how i feel?” he scoffs, glaring over at you.

“because i know you! you won’t give a shit in a few days, and that’s fine, but don’t pretend like these are honest feelings,” you say, rubbing your forehead. “you miss our sex, sure, but you don’t miss me.” baekhyun sighs and rolls his eyes, mumbling ‘whatever’ before jumping over the seats and getting into the drivers spot again. he pulls on his sweats and starts the car, glancing at you in the rear view mirror.

“get up here. don’t be weird,” he grumbles, letting the car idle until you crawl back into the passenger seat. “next time you want to fuck, just say that.” baekhyun glances at you and you ignore him again, resting your elbow on the window and staring forward.

baekhyun rounds the corner to your apartment building and pulls in front of the entrance. you slip your feet back into your sandals and get out, slipping your phone and keys into the waistband of your shorts. “did you get your closure?” he asks before you shut the door.

“fuck off,” you say, slamming the door and heading back inside. baekhyun laughs to himself and speeds off, feeling very satisfied with himself. it’s why he texts you three days later at 9pm and asks ‘wyd’, and you don’t hesitate to drop your pin.

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playtime － lee jeno & lee donghyuck

pairing: bff!jeno x afab!bff!reader x bff!haechan, genre: smut, kissing, breast play, fingering, palming, handjobs, blowjob, size play, unprotected sex, wc: 2053, warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion, minors do not interact.

request by 🌻: threesome with jeno and haechan + besties who are horny and help each other, with kind after care maybe. 

a/n: nct & kpop taglists are open, let me know if you wanna be added. feedback is always appreciated. requests are open, link’s in my pinned post. this isn’t proofread. smut’s under the read more/keep reading. hope you enjoy. 

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17 with Jeno

silent night: the paradox //

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pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, finger sucking and unprotected sex

words: 325

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion

summary: jeno couldn't keep it in his pants so you both are trying to stay quiet while fornicating in the middle of the night

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"keep quiet darling. you don't wanna wake up the others, do you?" jeno wasn't making the task any easier for you. his thrusts were hard and fast, the result of not having seen you in weeks. biting your lip as hard as you could, you tried your best not to make too much noise. "fuck, jeno i can't," you warned, digging your face into his pillow. jeno grunted and took his hand off the headboard. "suck on my fingers," he instructed, pushing two of his slender digits past your lips. he hummed in satisfaction. though he'd love to hear your sweet moans, he couldn't afford to get caught. you held his wrist desperately, sucking on his fingers as if your life depended on it. small whimpers escaped your mouth every now and then. luckily, they weren't too loud. jeno brought your knees to your chest, fucking you deeper. you gently bit down on his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip brushed over your sweet spot. "feels good doesn't it," he asked, voice low and raspy. you nodded, running your tongue between his digits. "such a good girl. hang on for a while, i'm close." the faster he went, the harder it became to contain your sounds, in spite of the ultimatum he had provided you. jeno didn't seem to care anymore, too focused on his approaching high. your walls clenched around his cock, a familiar knot building in the pit of your stomach as well. he snapped his hips into you one last time before emptying himself inside your walls. you mewled in delight, mind reeling at the toe curling sensation. jeno chuckled, glad that he had gotten away with another midnight quickie with you. he plopped down next to you, pulling you into his side. "we should start doing this stuff at your place." a distant scoff was heard from outside the door. "yeah, i think y'all should."

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then #7 for jeno if it's not taken

12:00 pm //

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pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, face fucking

words: 444

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion

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Jeno pushes you down on your knees, taking off his belt so he can push his trousers down. The lights in the tiny washroom are dim, but still enough for you to make out the deep scowl etched on his face. His length comes into view, standing tall and prominently against his white dress shirt. “Hands behind your back,” he instructs very bluntly, bringing your head closer to his middle. Doing as he says, you inch forward on your knees and open your mouth wide, allowing him to push his cock past your lip till his tip is hitting the back of your throat. You curl your toes, trying not to gag. Knowing that he’s only going to get rougher and rougher, you have to prepare yourself to take everything he gives you. Jeno holds both sides of your head in his firm grip, not wasting a second to start thrusting into your mouth relentlessly. The sheer force he’s using makes it difficult for you to maintain your balance. His low grunts and groans fill the cramped space, echoing off the walls and going straight to your core. You can’t ignore the giddy sensation of arousal gushing down your walls. Even if everything you do with him is solely focused on his pleasure, you like it when Jeno uses you for his own gratification. You enjoy knowing that only you can make him feel this good. Tears start to well in your eyes as his thrusts get faster. You’re fighting for air and Jeno knows. But he doesn’t care. You can handle it. If you’ve done it before, you can do it again. Behind your back, your hands ball into fists. “Just a little longer baby, I’m close,” he assures, pulling your head down his length. Your throat convulses around his tip. Jeno lets out a throaty groan. “Do that again,” he directs, shoving his tip to the back of your throat again. His thrusts start getting more sloppy and uneven, but he doesn’t stop. Your jaw goes slack, tears dripping down your face as he continues to ruthlessly thrust into you. “Ah, fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into your mouth one last time before his cock twitches against your tongue. You moan when you feel his hot cum fill your mouth. Before he pulls out, you clamp your lips around his cock and suck him dry, lapping up every last bit of his seed. Jeno lets out a satisfied sigh and helps you up, wiping your damp cheeks. “You did well. I’ll be sure to reward you for it.” Heaving, you wipe your chin and grin. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

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[lustbile]

What Are The Odds?

JungwooxReader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: semi public (restroom) penetrative. some grabbing and groping @ the beginning.

Note: if you’ve never played what are the odds here’s a very brief explanation. Person A wants something from person B. Person A asks what are the odds, person B says a number, for example 25. Both person A and B say a number between one and the given number and if they both say the same number person A wins. I know some people do extra rules sometimes including numbers divisible by 2 or something idk but i don’t care. 💜

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“Jungwoo, get your hand out of my pants.”

It was a harsh command, your words coming out quiet but sharp as you spoke through your teeth. Your less than forceful grip wraps around his wrist, and your foggy mind weakens the way you push at his wandering hands.

“You’re not wearing any pants,” he counters, far too serious for your liking and his greedy fingers desperately trying to dig deeper into your underwear shamelessly.

“Oh so a skirt gives you permission to be a pervert,” you swat at his hands again, huffing and pinching his skin as you turn every direction in search of your friends coming back, “they’re going to be back literally any second so can you please behave?”

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“You’re no fun,” he finally obliges, his tone completely joking as he accepts defeat but not before pinching the skin of your belly in retaliation, “if they walk over and my hand is in your underwear, I think that’s their fault for being friends with us.”

Exactly on the queue of your hand connecting with his shoulder in an annoyed wack, you see your friends returning to the food court table you two sit at, completely oblivious smiles on their faces as they balance trays of food.

——

“What are the odds?”

“Hrm?” a small sound of confusion slipping out from around the mouth full of food you’re struggling to chew.

It was a small lull in conversation and everyone started to trickle into their own side conversations that had prompted Jungwoo to lean over and breath hotly against your ear with the sudden and confusing question. He had an issue with bringing you into the middle of a conversation that he had started only in his head, luckily for him you had a tendency to find it a bit charming, but at the moment your mind was occupied on willing yourself not to choke.

“What are the odds,” he speaks slower this time, as if a change in pace adds any context in the slightest. You finally look more at him, and notice that he’s all twitchy where he sits, his hands wringing together as he seems anxious and giddy for something to happen, “that you follow me to the bathroom right now.”

“For what?” you ask with a faux ignorance, only partially hoping it’s not for the reason you’re thinking.

“What do you mean for what?” he asks a bit louder than he probably intended, pulling the attention of one of your friends momentarily, but an eye roll and a shake of the head from you perfectly portrays ‘don’t worry, Jungwoo is just being Jungwoo.’

“You know exactly for what,” he speaks in a tone that makes you feel like you’re being scolded, but after a rough swallow, you can only smile at his dramatics, “so what are the odds?”

You huff quietly, dropping your fork clattering onto your plate to add dramatics, your bottom lip becoming your own personal chew toy as you glance around the relatively empty food court and preoccupied friends.

“Fifteen,” you finally respond after a moment of him doing nothing but glaring at you in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to follow him and cause some chaos, but you feared saying ten would look too eager, and twenty just left more of a chance of it not happening than you wanted. Yes, you wanted to leave it to fate, but there’s nothing wrong with manipulating fate just a little.

“Fifteen,” he confirms with a grin, his legs wiggling beneath the table as he turns to face you more, his shoulders slouching and his eyes widening as he waits for your completely undivided attention to lay on him before counting down.

“Three, two, one....”

“Eleven.”

It’s in their air, same word, same number, but two different voices speak it. With a sinking heart, but warming belly, you throw your head back with a sigh when you realize he’s won.

“Excuse is up to you, since you’re such shit at what are the odds,” he taunts, only one dial of annoying away from calling you a nerd and taking your lunch money, “but you better be in the single person bathroom in ten minutes or you’re in trouble.”

He stands, giving some unnecessarily detailed explanation about where he was going before tripping over his feet towards the bathroom he’s been eyeing since the idea popped into his brain. You can only sink down into your seat and glance at the time on your phone as you wait for the perfect moment.

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It was exactly eleven minutes after Jungwoo had disappeared that you decided to stand yourself, hoping he actually found a way to follow through on his earlier threat.

You mutter something about drinking too much water this morning, and a promise to check on Jungwoo if he still wasn’t out when you were done in hopes to mask what you’re really getting up to do. The chorus of acknowledging grumbles and a few playful ‘have fun’s seemed to be reassuring enough, and with a tug at the hem of your skirt, you're scurrying towards the bathroom you saw your boyfriend disappear into not long ago.

You stand at the door for a moment, pushing it another minute past your time limit partially to make the boy on the other side of the door squirm, but also to wrap your mind around what you’ve let him convince you to do.

It’s when you hear him quietly hiss in pain from messing with something he probably shouldn’t be touching at all, that you let out an airy laugh through your nose and lean against the locked door.

You knock gently at the door, whispering a taunting ‘guess who?’ in between taps, and before you could step back, he swings the door open, and you’re stumbling in.

“I said ten minutes,” he wastes no time scolding you for your poor listening skills, his hands grabbing for your waist and pushing your chest against the wall, “ten minutes is a perfectly reasonable time to come up with an excuse and follow your boyfriend to the bathroom to fuck isn’t it? So what could have possibly taken you so long?”

“Well, Jungwoo,” you start, fully prepared to pull something incredibly stupid out of thin air to use as an excuse, but when he presses his hips against your ass and you feel just how excited he had gotten just from his wandering hands earlier, you begin to stutter over your words, “m-maybe I just umm lost track of time?”

“Lost track of time?” he asks in a sarcastic and even borderline bitchy tone, “definitely doesn’t have anything to do with a little threat I made without even thinking earlier would it? Pfffft no how could it?”

You can’t even bite back, deliver the same level of idiotic sass that had attracted you two to each other in the first place. Not with your face pressing against the cold wall and his hands moving faster than you can process down towards your thighs.

He lets out quiet grunts of appreciation when he starts to push your skirt up and around your hips, a big evil smile crawling across his face when he sees that he had guessed perfectly correct, and you were in fact wearing his favorite pair of panties. (He swears he could pick them out from millions of pairs just from the way the elastic bites into his wrist.)

You’re pressed tighter against the wall, your panting breaths almost syncing with his own when he starts to roughly grind his denim clad crotch against you. His lack of snarky comments from the ways you’ve started to whine tells you you’ve lost him, and your thighs start to shake and tremble as you squeeze them together tightly, trying to relieve the pain from your sudden neediness and impatience.

“Jungwoo come on,” you whine, swinging your arm aimlessly behind you to swat at him, “we don’t have all day, they were already getting weird about how long you were taking before I left.”

“Fuck okay,” he says with hesitation before pulling away enough to shove your underwear down to pool around your ankles while muttering to himself.

You begin debating in your head whether or not you should touch yourself, before answering yes, you absolutely should, when you hear him struggling with his belt.

The first minuscule touch of your middle and ring finger touching your clit makes you gasp and press your forehead against the wall, the circling motions falling just short compared to the way he knows how to touch you and you can only huff in frustration from the stupidity of your own hand not knowing exactly what to do.

It’s the sound of his jeans falling around his knees and a small clicking of a cap that pulls you from your inner grumbling, but it’s the cold shock of the jelly on his fingers pushing between your thighs that makes you jerk your hand away from your body to mirror the other laying flat by your head.

“Why do you have lube?” you ask in shock and even a bit of arousal from how much curveball he could be, but you’d never admit the second part willingly to his face.

“I think the better question is why don’t you?” he asks with an air of arrogance as he pulls his fingers away and begins to audibly coat himself in the substance, “looks like im the prepared one between us for once.”

“Yeah prepared for something you weren’t even sure was going to happen.”

“Yeah but you’re letting it happen aren’t you? Loser,” regardless of the name that he throws at you, he seems to have lost his patience with the back and forth you two have started. So with the last last syllable still slipping between his teeth, the hand he doesn’t have wrapped around himself grabs you around the waist and he’s shoving himself almost completely inside you.

You don’t have time to muffle the surprised moan that falls from your tongue, instead all you can do is pray no one was close enough to the bathrooms to hear it as he starts to rock his hips against yours.

“Can’t judge me for the lube now can you?” it was rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t you would have been able to answer him. With the second thrust into you, he had already been able to seat himself fully into you, the size of him still shocking you to this day and you can only clench and squirm against him.

His hands are clumsy as the trace around your body. His non dominant hand struggles to push under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your chest, while his other dips below the skirt he was so thrilled you had chosen to wear in search of the space between your thighs.

His breath is hot and quick pants when he leans his chest against your back and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. You almost feel like you’re suffocating from how much he begins to surround you and you really for the life of you cannot think of a worse placed to pass out in than a food court bathroom with your boyfriend fucking your brains out.

It’s when his own fingers dig into your clit and his warm tongue drags up the side of your neck, so you remember the existence of your own hands. You shove one up your now stretched out top to tangle tightly with the one he has kneading your chest, while the other slams tightly against your mouth to muffle the moans and squeaks that now beat against it.

“I wanna make you come so fucking hard,” he grunts in your ear with every ounce of honestly he can pull from his chest, his hips showing you exactly how truthful he is with the way they thrust roughly against you, pushing and pulling you apart in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to take you apart at the seams, “wanted that since I saw you put on that cute little skirt on this morning. You just live to taunt me don’t you?”

You can’t answer, too afraid that taking your hand even the slightest amount away from your mouth will expose to the whole food court exactly what’s happening behind the closed door. Instead all you do is push back against him, trying hopelessly to match his thrusts and getting a sharp bite to the soft skin of your neck in retaliation.

“Better come quick before they think we got lost in here,” he says too coolly, his ability to not sound like he’s on a brink of orgasm when you know for a fact he is almost driving you up the wall. But unfortunately, his words and the fact that you're just as much, if not closer to your finish than him, has you melting back into his chest.

Even when your thighs begin to tremble, and you accidentally step back onto his foot, his fingers don’t stutter in the slightest. The arm pushing against your chest keeps you from squirming away from him, and even with your thighs trying to push him out, he keeps his fast and unrelenting pace on your hypersensitive clit.

You’re pushing up on your toes, his one foot still getting crushed under your weight, and your neck inhumanly arching to lean your head against his shoulder as you start to come. You can hear the faint growling noise you make from behind your hand, but your mind is too busy blanking out to control anything that comes from your mouth.

You feel your eyes watering as his fingers keep moving against you to carry you through your orgasm, his own finally creeping up and making him shove himself fully inside you as he starts to come.

The feeling of him spilling inside you creates borderline unbearable waves of aftershocks to wash across you, and you can feel your body fluttering around him as you try to ruin his brain just as much as he did your own. It’s almost like a small competition sparks between you to fight against your own pleasure just to simply torture the other, but eventually once your both sporting lines of sweat on your hairlines and aching shoulders and back do you silently call it a truce.

The small room suddenly feels too hot for either of you to be anywhere close to it, but you’d rather scream than let him take his hands away from your body. You’re more than glad to shove his fingers away from your buzzing clit, but you still keep it wrapped tightly in your fist the way you do to his other.

When he pulls out you feel a disappointing emptiness but an even more embarrassing rush of fear of the evidence of his orgasm leaking onto the floor, so all you can do is whine and squeeze your thighs back together again while you and him both catch your breaths.

“Come on,” he whispers, and that and the way his hands smooth over your burning skin is almost sweet, until he swats at your ass harshly before he starts to pull his jeans back onto his hips.

“Didn’t feel like I was in much trouble,” you loudly sigh in both faux disappointment but also to help even your breathing, “guess you’re all bark and no bite puppy boy.”

He glares to the best of his ability, but his still animated brows and pouting lips makes him look hilariously cute, “you think you’re getting punished in the bathroom? Absolutely not, I’m a man of class and respect.”

“Man of respect? You just fucked me in a public toilet after a game of what are the odds.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, weirdly focused on redoing his belt and avoiding your eyes, “anyways we should probably go, they probably already think the chicken I got was bad or something.”

“You go,” you push him aside gentle before you begin a awkward trip towards the toilet in the corner, “I’m going to get rid of the mess you made and pee all you’re gross boy germs out so you go and please try to come up with an excuse that won’t make us both look like freaks okay?”

“On it captain,” he salutes to you before ducking out in a way that makes you question if you really truly let him just put his dick inside you, but with a growing need to pee you push it aside to waddle with haste.

It’s not until you shuffling back to the table in what you assumed was a discreet walk of shame do you realize he’s done the opposite of what you asked, as when you finally reach within hearing range to the table you’re immediately met with jeers and taunts about you and your boyfriend being insatiable freaks. But at least Jungwoo has the decency to look a little ashamed and maybe even a dash of apologetic.

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If requests are still open can you do tbz kinks or tbz as doms pls 👀 love your blog 💞

❥ the boyz as doms + a few of their kinks

a/n: i chose to mix it together a little, i hope it's okay like this🥺 - all these are under the use of a safe word and explicit consent.

warnings: as this is dom content, it contains material and subjects surrounding power play and aspects of bdsm - eg. choking, impact play, bondage + also daddy kink

❥ sangyeon:

SOFT DOM WITH HARD DOM TENDENCIES.

• Daddy. He is the dictionary definition of daddy.

• But in the sense of, an older guy who takes care of you, in every way - including sex.

• He'll coax you to new limits with that charming smile of his, telling you you're his good little girl, that you're doing so well for daddy

• Lots of praise, it tends to be his default

• But lorddd when he's stressed, the hard dom just SHINES through

• Him slamming the door open, tie pulled loose, top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up past his elbows - he'll stride towards you and smash his lips against yours, growling for you to "get on the fucking bed", before he quite literally fucks the air from your lungs

• Some kinks/interests include: bondage, impact play, choking, daddy kink, honourifics

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❥ juyeon:

HARD DOM.

• My guy will ruin you. Absolutely ruin you. He'll leave you a total mess by the time he's done

• Defo got a bit of a crying kink

• Looooves to cum all over your face - face fucking is one of his faves

• He'll be rough pushing you to your limits (with a safe word ofc!!), and he's rather fond of degradation

• Please, I must reiterate how m e a n he can be - he'd be so ruthless, throwing your body alllllll over the place, doing what he likes with you because you're his own personal slut

• Enjoys a bit of fake sympathy

• Some kinks/interests: edging, sadism, overstimulation, choking, daddy kink, exhibitionism, size kink, honourifics

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❥ younghoon:

HARD DOM.

• Honestly I can see him being really sadistic and teasing.

• Very cocky

• Definitely loves to embarrass you in public then fuck you in the nearest possible place

• Likes to fuck you in small spaces, likes the intimacy, likes to see your desperate, pathetic face up so close

• Looooves doggy - pulling your hair? Smacking your ass? Being able to fuck you so deep? Ugh, perfect

• The type to fuck up into you when you're riding him because he likes to watch you fall apart, telling you you look like such a needy, weak little whore for him

• Fucks your face then wipes your spit and his cum all over your cheeks and lips

• Make him mad? Can't walk the next day

• Some kinks/interests: face fucking, exhibitionism, claustrophilia, fucking you against a wall, size kink, cumshots

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❥ kevin:

SOFT DOM.

• Like Sangyeon, coaxes you and encourages you to new limits

• Loves those firm, slow, romantic kinda fucks - doggy, missionary, whatever, he doesn't mind, he just likes watching fall apart in slow motion

• The type to guide your head down his cock nice and slow, mumbling how you're such a good girl, doing so well taking his cock like this

• Again, lot's of praise

• Can throw some fake sympathy in there but it's not too common for him

• Alsoooo really likes fucking you in the spooning position - he'll curl his hand around your mouth, bury his face in your neck and fuck you until you're practically in bits

• Similarly, enjoys pinning your wrists behind your back when he fucks you in doggy

• Looooves when you ride him, enjoys that he can guide your hips so easily to any speed he feels

• Some kinks/interests: exhibitionism, light bondage, face fucking (but less rough), hearing you loud for him, finger sucking, licking cream off your body hmmm

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❥ jacob:

SOFT DOM WITH HARD DOM TENDANCIES.

• Very similar to Kevin when he's a soft dom

• But in terms of hard dom, he can get veryyy mean very fast

• Sadistic kinda hard dom - lots of impact play, some slapping, shoving his fingers in your mouth, wiping your spit all over your face, face fucking, shoving your face into the bed while he rails you, overstim

• Sliiight crying kink

• Loves watching you choke on his cock

• Lots of fake sympathy

• Also, kinda likes humiliating you, but mainly that involves getting you wet in public, pressing up against you, whispering in your ear how he wants to fuck you right in front of his friends

• ...might even fuck you in front of his friends...

• A master with his fingers

• Chokes!! You!! With that!!! Stupid!! Fucking!! Smirk!!

• Some kinks/interests: light bondage, exhibitionism, face fucking, lingerie, sensation play (esp feathers, silk + ice)

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❥ changmin:

HARD D O M.

• SADISTIC SADISTIC SADISTIC

• Will hurt you if you let him (safe word!!)

• Rough veryyy rough sex when wants it, especially when he's stressed, he knows how to use his hips well

• Will make you scream his name when you cum so you think of him everytime you do from there on out ;))

• Oh my god the fake sympathy, so teasing, so mean

• Defo spits in your mouth

• Defo laughs when you beg for him to let you cum because he's edged you so long you're practically tearing up

• Choking, yes, prime time to spit in your face

• Cry on his cock? Yes pls

• He'll pull your hair and hiss for you to "shut the fuck up, pathetic little slut"

• Kinks/interests: lingerie, slight daddy kink, threesomes, choking, you sucking on his fingers, shower sex, fingering you in public, impact play

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❥ eric:

HARD DOM.

• Loves to just bend you over sides and "take daddy's cock like a good little girl"

• 100% shoves your face into the mattress while he pounds into you

• Likes to rip off your clothes yuh huh

• Definitely bites your neck while he's fucking you real rough and close, bodies pressed together

• Choking ofc, especially when he's kissing you and fucking you missionary

• Only lets you cum if you beg for it

• Loves to just sit down and command each item of clothing off your body, before telling you to get on your knees and tell him how bad you want him

• Mirror sex? Yep. Especially when he's watching you fall apart, he likes seeing the indicators the show him when to rip your orgasm away

• Kinks/interests: exhibitionism, face fucking, impact play, degradating + praise (loves a bit of a mix), daddy kink, receiving lap dances, begging, overstimulation, using toys

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❥ hyunjae:

DOM W/ BOTH SOFT + HARD TENDENCIES

• When a soft dom:

• The type to murmur in your ear that you're being such a good girl, you're doing so well, if you just go a little longer he'll promise to reward you

• "Keep going, princess, you can do it, that's it...does it feel good, hm? I don't want my pretty little slut giving up just yet"

• Will guide your head if you're sucking his dick, and your hips if you're riding him, enjoying watching you fall to pieces around him

• Will grab your jaw and make you look at yourself in the mirror, murmuring how you're such a pretty little slut, he just loves making you whimper like the obedient whore you are

• When he's a hard dom:

• Loooorrrdd hold on tight

• Very! Rough!! Grabs the headboard just so he can fuck you harder

• Makes you say his name part.2

• Looooves giving you oral, edging and overstimulating you with a small smirk, degrading you and pinning your hips down, hissing for you to "stay still, slut" - very good with his tongue

• Also loves fucking your face

• AND fucking up into you when he grows impatient with your riding him - the way you scream in pleasure makes him cum in seconds

• Will guide your hand down his trousers anywhere and tell you to please him

• Kinks/interests: exhibitionism, impact play, light bondage, sight deprivation, choking, cumming inside, cumming on your face, fucking you against walls, and especially windows

❥ sunwoo:

NOT SPECIFIC DOM.

• Teases you like a dick - and degrades you, humiliates you, makes you a complete mess

• Loves oral, great with his tongue, edging and overstim. part 2

• Rather than fucking your face himself, he'll get comfortable and just shove your head down with his hands, unless he's commanding you how to do it all yourself

• Mean😩

• Loves to use toys on you in public lordddd he's so nasty with it

• Fantasises about you in a pretty skirt sitting on his dick in front of his friends, while you get embarrassed and desperate and gradually more and more wet wrapped around him - he just wants to see your squirm for him

• Constantly telling you what to do to make him feel good - if hes gaming, "i need your tongue's support, princess, get on your knees and suck my dick"

• If you don't do what he says? He'll flash you that charming smirk, and he'll edge you until you're screaming for forgiveness and begging he lets you cum

• Kinks/interests: face fucking, using toys on you (specifically vibrators), receiving lap dances, shower sex, fucking you against walls, pulling your hair, slight exhilaration

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❥ haknyeon:

HARD DOM.

• Similar to Changmin

• Sadistic as fuuuuck

• Sweet on the streets, nasty in the sheets

• Lots and lots of impact play

• Blindfolds and handcuffs a FAT yes, loves to see you all pathetic and useless for him

• Makes you beg

• Spits in your mouth

• Shoves his thumb in your mouth while he fucks you, and wipes your spit all over your face

• Leaves marks on your inner thighs and stomach to makes sure you know who owns you

• Another fan of using vibrators ESPECIALLY to pin you down and overstimulate you

• Kinks/interests: impact play, cumshots, cumming inside, ripping off clothes, honourifics, size kink

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❥ chanhee:

• I just don't see Chanhee as a dom in anyway, so I wasn't sure how to write this :(( I'm sorry :((

[tyongf-nct]

Doyoung - 10:52 p.m.

You stumbled into the room, crashing into the desk with your hip before landing not so gracefully onto Doyoung’s bed. He walked in behind you, closing the door and locking it before immediately stripping off his jacket. You were admittedly a lot more drunk than he was, but his face was still flushed enough to show the beers he had thrown back earlier.

“Doyoung, I’m so horny,” you giggled, hiccuping up at him. An eyebrow raised as he stared back down at you, lifting your chin up to him with one long finger. He looked powerful standing before you, his already intimidating figure looking a lot bigger and broader now.

“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we doll?” He cooed, patting your cheek lightly. The gesture reminded you of when he slapped you across the face the last time you blew him, and you craved that same feeling now.

“I want to take you down my throat,” you whined, kicking your bare feet against the floor. He chuckled down at your pout, smirking and grabbing your jaw.

“Of course, y/n, because you’re just a cockslut, right?”

The alcohol coursing through your veins pushed you to be brave, saying what you’re always too shy to say.

“Yes, sir. I’m so fucking desperate to choke on you,” you moaned, nodding vigorously at your own words. He groaned under his breath, squeezing your cheeks forcefully to adjust the position of your head. In no time, his cock was out, half-hard, and he tapped the tip twice against your stuck out tongue, moving to slap it all across your face for good measure. The feeling of his dick on your cheeks, forehead, and eyelids made you whine, your core throbbing with anticipation. Finally, he pushed half of himself into your open mouth, biting his lip as he watched you swallow him hungrily.

“God, you look so desperate. You’re just a whore for my cock, aren’t you?” He gripped your loose hair into a ponytail, holding you back from taking him all the way in. He knew you wanted to gag on it, deepthroat him so far you’d cry and slobber all over it. You loved being messy, especially when you were drunk, and he loved teasing you.

You moan around his length, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue up and down his shaft. He was still only halfway in, so you tried to suck down the rest of him, but he pulled back. Your head followed, you whimpering as Doyoung laughed. You silently begged him to let you taste him fully as you looked up him through fluttering lashes. His face was cocky and it sent a dizzying wave of arousal through you, his normally quiet and sweet presence long gone. You raised a hand to his thigh, trying to bring his cock further down your throat, and he pulled out suddenly, hand swinging harshly against your cheek. The sting of the slap tingled on your skin, face contouring in pleasure amidst the pain. The weak moan you let out was cut off as Doyoung gripped your jaw aggressively, leaning down so his face was merely an inch away.

“Open,” he commanded, and you obeyed immediately. A long line of saliva fell from his mouth into yours, a deep groan coming from Doyoung as you slurped it up, swallowing his spit and opening your mouth again for him. He shoved his length back in, thrusting all the way in this time as he fucked your throat with such vigor you started to choke. The noise of your gags only pushed him further, one hand holding your hair and the other still secured tightly on your cheeks, keeping them nice and wide so he could slide in and out of your mouth easily.

His eyes rolled back as his hips stuttered, member pulsing as warm come shot down your throat. Despite the grim taste you swallowed every last drop, loving the sensation of sucking his orgasm out of him. Doyoung panted and released your head, letting you pull back to breathe and wipe the excess saliva that had dribbled down your chin. You looked up at him with a smile, jaw and throat sore but eyes full of affection as he laughed lightly, the sight of you looking so fucked out producing a grin on his face.

[odetojeons]

hi <<3 i'm really curious to know what do u think are wonwoo's biggest kinks 👀 SORRY it's just because i'm a really major hoe for him and i want ur insight about it hehe

HELLO, DO NOT APOLOGIZE I’M A HOE FOR HIM AS WELL (tbh I think everyone is)

might get a bit too excited with this help (it’s not in most to least order okay)

Power Play — I don’t even know what to say here. I always get this big feeling of Wonwoo being into power play, like he has this dark side of him that he keeps very hidden, and he just wants to dominate someone. He would be so much into it, Wonwoo would like to order you around when you’re having your private time together, tell you what to do and control your actions on the bedroom, the pleasure he feels running through his body when you obey him makes him think he could cum untouched.

Spitting Kink — BYE I THINK THIS ONE IS ONE OF HIS BIGGEST KINKS. Wonwoo is possessive, he likes to own and to claim, and this is only another way of marking you up as his. He would grab your jaw and pry your lips open so he could spit into your mouth, telling you to be good and swallow for him. But Wonwoo would also spit into your hole right before he laps at it and sucks, just to see you squirming on the bed with need.

Choking — Holy fuck yes. You cannot think that a man with such beautiful hands isn’t into choking. Just putting his hand around your neck would affect his entire demeanor, everything about having such a great power over you and you trusting him to do it has him going crazy. Wonwoo would squeeze your throat when you keep trying to rile him up or even when he’s fucking into you, just has a natural attraction to your neck.

Spanking — Hmmm, Wonwoo and spanking. I don’t need to say anything else because I think everyone agrees with this. He is SO MUCH into spanking like what the fuck. Maybe not do it on a daily basis or even to punish you, but more of a playful part of the sex when you’re being too adorable and he just wants to see the print of his hands on your ass.

Breeding Kink — Bye. No need for explanation. Just Wonwoo wanting to mark your insides as well, paint your walls with his cum until you don’t know anyone else’s name but his.

Cock Warming — Hello?????? This is one of his biggest kink, don’t even try to argue with me. I bet he would love to have you on his lap, cock fitting snuggly inside your walls as he plays his games. The pleasure Wonwoo would feel as he watches you fall apart, trying to be good and stay still for him, but ends up riding him because you’re too desperate with the feeling of his cock is indescribable. And the pleased smirk Wonwoo would give you after, like he was waiting exactly for this to happen, just so he could punish you later on.

Rigger — Speaking of punishment, Wonwoo would surely like to tie you up. When you’ve been bad or when he just feels like it, he would bind your wrists for him and even your legs sometimes so you’re only able to take what he wants you to take. Again, this all comes with the major power play kink he has.

Orgasm Control — OH YES. Like both. Both overstimulation and edging. Wonwoo wants to see you cry for him, no matter which one he chooses to do it. Wants to see you break in, lie limp on the bed and beg him with tears in your eyes. This filthy motherfucker.

Consent Kink — Yup. There’s just something about you telling you trust him that drives Wonwoo fucking insane. Like he can’t wrap his head around the fact that someone as pretty and amazing as you trusts him enough to dom you, and this equally makes him happy as it makes him so damn turned on.

Brat Tamer — As much a I think Wonwoo is a soft dom, I also think he’s a brat tamer. He might not admit it, but he loves when you put up a fight, tease and rile him up until he snaps, grabs the back of your head, pushes it down on the pillow and fucks you so hard you think the bed my break. Wonwoo would love to put you in your place when you misbehave.

Degrader — Y’all probably saw this in all of my smuts with him BUT LISTEN,, to be fair, I think Wonwoo is a very soft degrader. He would sometimes caress your cheek tenderly as if he’s not brutally fucking into you, just so he could hold your cheeks tightly between his fingers and tell you how you’re the prettiest little slut, how he’s so lucky to have such a stunning cocksucker and how you look absolutely beautiful crying like a pathetic slut for him. I just, ugh. Jeon Wonwoo.

Bruising Sex — It also comes with Wonwoo being possessive. He wants to see his marks on you after sex, his handprint on your ass, hickeys on your neck, bites on your inner thighs, tears on your cheeks, his cum on your face (or in any part of your body, really). But he also wants to feel like he belongs to you, so Wonwoo would love when you leave scratches all over his back or bites on his shoulder when you’re coming.

I hope you have liked it!! Tried not to simp too much but I know I failed miserably.

[smileysuh]

Doyoung + bunny play

kink [18+] - pet play : a type of sexual role play where the sub acts/is treated in a similar way to an animal (”puppy”/”kitten”/”bunny”/etc...)

–▸ pairing: Kim Doyoung x reader  –▸ other shorts

–▸ ok so out of all the types of animal play, bunny definitely takes the carrot cake over puppy or kitten.

–▸ Doyoung himself is often fetishized by his friends as being a bunny, so when you showed him your new bunny ears for the first time, he wasn't sure how to react- but when he'd seen the cute bunny poof butt plug-

–▸ Doyoung's favourite part of the bunny play is the power dynamic of being you 'owner' and having you stick to his side and be his perfect little pet

–▸ he kind of likes just reading and having you on his lap with the bunny ears on and he gets to pet you or touch you however he wants while enjoying your company-

–▸ and Doyoung kind of has a thing for fucking you from behind and getting to see the cute lil bunny butt plug- he also loves grabbing a fistful of your hair and hauling you up with your back to his chest when he's close to cumming

–▸ ’Bunny' is also low key one of the sexiest pet names, and when Doyoung calls you 'bunny' you know he means business- and if he calls you Bunny in front of his friends? you know you're in for a LONG night

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[yunoysl]

✯ 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲. (𝐦) ✯

— SUMMARY. Yuta got his nails painted, and it turned you on. A lot.

WORD COUNT. 0.7k

WARNINGS. blowjob, finger sucking, yuta’s hot (yes that’s a warning), small size kink, unprotected sex

“Is that nail polish on your nails?”

Yuta just came back from what he said was an errand, you assumed he was going to pick up more groceries since you were running short on food.

The errand he meant was going with Johnny to get his nails painted. They’re really nice you won’t lie, but now you’re gonna have to get groceries yourself.

“Yeah, do you like them, I think they’re really pretty” the proud smile on his almost has you bursting into tears. He’s so cute!!

“I love them! They fit you so well!”

“Thank you, well since I didn’t get groceries, what are we gonna eat now”

“All we have is stuff to bake”

“Cupcakes for dinner? I’m in”

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Yuta’s hands while you were both baking. You’ve always had a thing for his hands, but the fact that his nails are painted makes him look more attractive. His veiny long fingers are so beautiful, you start thinking of them covered in something that isn’t frosting.

Once you saw him licking frosting off his fingers, you knew you’ve had enough of it. You took his veiny painted fingers in your mouth and start sucking them, taking him by surprise, but he doesn’t stop you.

He laughs at your eagerness. “Are you that turned on by my fingers? Or is it the fact that they’re painted?”

You don’t pay attention to him or his words, to engrossed in his pretty fingers.

While you’re happily swirling your tongue around his fingers, Yuta starts thinking about you sucking his dick. You while whine and pull his fingers back into your mouth when he tries dragging them out of your mouth.

“What’s this? Oh, you’re really turned on, aren’t you?” Your mind is fuzzy, your tongue swirls to gather the left over frosting and suck it off of his fingers. You can tell he likes it from the boner you feel growing in his sweats.

Yuta has enough of it and he decides to drag you to the bedroom, and you’re quick to get on your knees, ready to please him in any way he wants. His dick is very pretty, just like the rest of him.

Your mouth hangs open, tongue sticking out, eager to have his thick cock.

Yuta looks down at you on your knees as your mouth is full of his cock—well, trying. Your eyes begin to water at the stretch he gives your mouth. You close your eyes and breath through your mouth to try fitting all of him, and after a while you finally succeed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Yuta’s fingers grips your hair as his tip rams into the back of your throat. He pulls you off him before he can come in your mouth. There’s a string of spit from your mouth to the tip of his cock.

Yuta was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone. He pulls you up to push you onto the bed, climbing on top of you, running his tip up and down your slit before pushing himself into you. You moan as his member stretches your walls. He bottoms out before pulling out, leaving just the tip inside you before plunging all the way in you. Yuta hisses in satisfaction when you clench around him. Your quiet whimpers and his soft grunge spill from the both of you.

“You love the feeling of my cock stretching you out, don’t you?” He repeatedly drills into you while you grip the bed sheets, your back arching as he hits your sweet spot.

“Your pretty pussy is so good for me” he coos in your ear as he continuously drills into you relentlessly. The slapping sounds of your bodies echo throughout the room. His hips twitched, drilling into you so hard you swear you saw stars

“Come for me, come all over my cock” With a series of moans, you finally come around his cock and ride out your high as Yuta’s thrusting doesn’t stop. He pulls out of you to spill his seed all over your stomach, decorating your body beautifully with his come. If Yuta wasn’t so tired he would’ve gotten hard again.

He picks up his cum with his fingers before shoving them into his mouth, your tongue swirls around to clean his cum covered fingers.

[jeontaeil-archived]

CHARLIE'S KINKTOBER - DAY 2

TEN + PET PLAY

He adjusted your perky ears, straightened your collar without forgetting to tweak the gold pendant engraved with your name and dragged his fingers across the dainty, soft tail you wore, looking pleased with your uniform.

“My kitty must be aching for some milk, is that right,” he asked? You purred in response, touching his toned body in admiration. “That’s lovely to hear,” he said, making way for you to settle between his legs, “But she knows she’s gonna have to work hard for a taste right?” You nodded, licking a stripe up his hard cock. Ten hissed and lifted your chin. “Only when I say,” he reminded, releasing you. Waiting patiently for his command, you stared straight into his eyes and no where else. He was making you yearn for it. That way, you’d earn it with diligence. “That’s a good kitty,” he praised, drawing you forward. This was your cue. Parting your lips, you refrained from playing around and took him in your mouth, fitting as much of his length as you could.

He sighed and rested his arms on either side of the couch, watching you suck his cock earnestly. “You must be so hungry,” he deduced from the fast pace at which your head bobbed up and down. It was true. There was nothing you liked more than having his thick cum seeping down your tongue and into your throat.

After a while of pumping and sucking his cock simultaneously, Ten finally rewarded you with his cum. He hissed as his seed shot into your mouth. You lapped up every last drop, licking his cock greedily.

Ten smiled at you endearingly. “Who’s kitty are you?”

“Yours.”

[jaesqueso]

Kinktober day 8 - Gagging (m)

pairing: yuta x female!reader

word count: 524

warnings: gagging - being sexually aroused by gags or gagging sounds

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[anqeluv]

kinktober : vamp nct dream with size kinks

content warnings : teasing, bondage, blood, knife play & body image

mark : he honestly is just far too sweet for his own good. someone you can convince him that him drinking from you is good for you. but it’s not a complete lie. you genuinely do love the feeling of lightheadedness that comes with the rush of blood leaving your body. but sometimes he does go a little overboard, and he worries about you. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he frowns. “i forget how small and fragile you are.” and that makes you pout and get angry with him because you’re not delicate! but compared to mark, you are very breakable. and as much as he always tries to be gentle… sometimes it doesn’t work as well as he wants to. somehow you always end up covered in bite marks and bruises. not that you don’t like it.

renjun : you like to tease him, playing with knives and cutting yourself just a little bit. settling into renjun’s lap, you press the point of your little pen knife into your fingertip. renjun strains against his restraints, glaring at you, but his eyes glaze over as soon as he sees the blood beading on your fingertip. “baby… let me go,” his voice is low and scratchy with thirst. “untie me now and i won’t punish you for this later.” but you reach your hand out, showing him the blood trickling down your hand until droplets fall against renjun’s lips. it must look funny, from someone else’s perspective, you, so little, sitting on your boyfriend, this big monster, and controlling him.

“are you going to be good, renjunnie? all you have to do is beg for it and i’ll give you everything you want.”

jeno : you should be scared of jeno. when he pulls away from your throat and his lips are covered in your blood or when he smiles at you and his fangs glint in the light and especially when he’s inside you and you can tell that with one wrong move, he could snap your tiny body in half without even meaning to, you should be afraid. you should be terrified. you should definitely not to be so turned on that the wetness leaks down your thighs. you shouldn’t be grinding against jeno’s thighs, begging him to please, please ease the ache between your legs. but jeno always reassures you. “it’s okay, my love,” he says, skimming his hand over your side. “you’re so small compared to me. i worry sometimes too, but i’ll always be careful. i promise you that.”

haechan : he can’t help feeling a little addicted to the feeling of you on his cock, splitting open your tiny little pussy until you’re crying from overstimulation. he knows he should stop, should give you a break, but you’re just so perfect. the way you moan every time he fucks up into you. “you’re so cute, baby,” he smiles, running a hand over your thighs and squeezing gently. “do you feel good, my love?” he leans forward, pressing his lips to your throat. but he doesn’t bite you until you beg him for it. he needs to hear that you want it, that you need him. and then he sinks his teeth into your throat, just as one finally stroke sends you over the edge, writhing with pleasure underneath him as he pulls mouthful after mouthful of your blood past his lips.

jaemin : you’re just so … little, compared to him. how is he supposed to feed on you? “baby i don’t want to hurt you,” he says, frowning. it’s only you getting all desperate for him, grinding against his lap, that eventually makes him give into what you want. he talks a big game, but really he can’t wait to sink his teeth into your pretty little neck. his fingers look so big around your throat, pushing your jaw to the side so he can rip into your carotid. but of course, he always takes extra good care of you after. he can’t help feeling guilty, smoothing a bandage over his bite marks and pressing a kiss over top of it. “this isn’t too tight, is it, love? it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

chenle : he works very hard at self control. as soon as you confessed to each other, he knew it would be difficult. he underestimated, however, how difficult you in particular would make it for him. you find nothing funnier (or sexier) than tempting him, and in more ways than one. you have to hand it to him. he really does his best to resist you. he stops breathing when he has to. you smell too nice. it would just be so easy to manhandle you. so easy to pin you down and rip your throat out. or fuck you stupid. and you’re more than willing to play into those fantasies. “please, chenle,” you whisper into his ear, barely able to keep the smirk off your face. “please fuck me. i can’t stand it. you look so sexy like this.”