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[zynz0]

NSFW LEEHAN AUDIO •°☆

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

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

[zynz0]

NSFW RIWOO AUDIO •°☆

riwoo: but i rly need to :(

you: fine but you better let me hear you or no touching when i come home!!

riwoo sent a voice message

[zynz0]

NSFW RIWOO AUDIO •°☆

you'd been stretching riwoo out in missionary for a while now and he was only getting louder with every thrust...

little did you both know leehan was palming himself with his ear pressed to the door, when was his turn?

[h-evvva-n]

ahh, sorry, i did my request but in a non anon way.. can you respond this one instead??

the riwoo from bnd audio 🥹

𝙍𝙞𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

[https-skz]

(here's the answer for someone who requested a Seungmin dom, i accidentally deleted it...)

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𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ Seungmin dom audio

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Sypnosis: Seungmin can't hold himself back after the ride back home, he have no choice but to do it in the car at night in the parking lot while sitting on his driver seat.

Warning: Moaning, gooning, 18+, mature content, fictional, fake everything, wear headphones.

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Gooner.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

[corytizz]

꒰ ☆ ꒱・𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 , - 𝐑𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨・ ₊˚  ·˚➴

** Pairing: Riwoo x listener. **

﹡POV: Riwoo rlly needed to release his seed, and you offered . .

finally a Riwoo one 🫦 ((I feel so weird using the seed thing lmao 😭))

** Feel free to leave a request!! **

- ̗̀ ( Plz do not steal! )  ̖́

[zynz0]

NSFW RIWOO AUDIO •°☆

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

[xhfics]

Honeybee // Oh Seungmin (O.de)

Pairing: Camboy!Seungmin x subscriber!reader

Genre: smut, stranger to lovers(?)

Notes: reader frequently visits a cam porn site and pays for it, mutual masturbation, anonymous sex, voice kink, hand kink, everything is pretty vanilla, seungmin is called 'ode', reader is a bit awkward (mood tbh)

Collab with @joocomics , her Jooyeon fic is here

Everything in italics is text messages

*new message*

The little ding sound that comes from your laptop startles you, you barely get any private messages on this website. You're pretty much a ‘laying low’ subscriber ever since you joined this platform.

You click on the purple envelope that signals the unread message and let out a soft, surprised gasp.

Ode: Hey Honeybee, I’ve been thinking about sending you a message for a while now!💜 I know you've been a loyal subscriber to my account since day one, and soon it'll be a year since I created this account🎉 I always notice your support and sweet comments, and I wanted to show you my appreciation by asking if you'd be up for a private session some time? Totally free of charge, my treat! 😉 If you'd like to arrange it, let me know which day and time~

You rub your eyes and read the message again, then click on his username and see the purple check mark next to it on his profile. It's really him.

His status is on ‘idle’, so you aren't sure if you want to message him back right away or wait a little. You think back to your shower half an hour ago and how you weren't able to get yourself off after seeing your half-year-long gym crush again today.

Biting your lower lip, and taking a deep breath, you type away at your reply.

Honeybee: Hi! I had to do a double take ngl, I didn't expect you to send me a message👀 It's really nice of you to offer that and I’d actually love to accept it🤭 Your schedule is probably busier than mine, so whenever works for you!

Ode’s status changes to ‘do not disturb’ the moment you send the message, and you see him typing in the private chat.

You lowkey panic, not expecting him to talk to you right at this moment. But you chuckle to yourself when you read his reply. Seems like you're not the only one who’s horny right now.

Ode: glad you're up for it☺️ I would actually be available now… if you're in the mood🫣

You chuckle to yourself at his use of emojis, you didn't expect him to send them. After all, you've only ever heard him talk. But it fits him.

Honeybee: right now sounds good.. I was hoping you'd go online tonight anyway so..🤭

A few seconds later a video call invited pops up on your screen; just his cam would be on, not yours. You click accept and you’re greeted by the image you're very much used to right now.

It shows Ode’s upper body, the webcam image stops right under his chin. You’ve never seen his whole face. None of his subscribers have, to your knowledge.

He’s got his laptop on a lower table, so you see him sitting in his desk chair wearing a casual outfit. Just some dark sweatpants and a white, loose tank top. His room is dimly lit, but the brightness of his screen illuminates his body nicely. He also has a purple neon light on his desk for some extra light if needed.

He always shows one side of his body more than the other, it's probably a personal preference.

You can't help but be mesmerized by him; the gym crush nearly forgotten by the sight that's in front of you.

“You were hoping I’d be online tonight?” Ode says with a small chuckle. “Did you really need me that badly?”

He gives you a small wave then rests his chin on his hand, making sure his face is still out of frame. You notice the dainty bracelets around his wrist, his long fingers are barely touching his face.

You feel slightly awkward that you're the only one talking to him right now, but you know he's seen and read way worse things.

Honeybee: Actually yeah. You're my favorite way to get off😌

He sinks down his head slightly, so you can see him smiling as he reads your message. His mouth is so pretty, it's a shame you barely ever get to see it when he streams.

He sits back a bit and stretches his arms behind him. “Hm, that's cute. It's nice to read that. I have to be honest, your comments are usually the ones I look forward to the most.”

You scoff to yourself, he’s probably just saying that to make you feel good. But you happily take the win.

Honeybee: that's smooth, you know how to make a girl happy😉

“I can do a lot more than just make you happy.” He replies quickly. He grabs a bottle of water that's beside his computer and takes a sip.

You feel embarrassed that you get turned on by the sight of his hand grabbing the bottle, and his adam's apple moving as he swallows the water.

Honeybee: you're barely doing anything and I’m already melting 😮‍💨 sorry, I don’t really know how to do this sexy talk stuff 😓

He closes the water bottle and keeps it in his hands as he looks at your message. “Honey~ it's okay.” he almost sings your nickname. “I’ve got you.”

“Tell me who or what got you so worked up that you decided to log on.” He then says with a soft but low voice. He sounds less performative than he does in his streams. He sounds different, but definitely not in a bad way.

Subconsciously he’s playing with the cap of his bottle, and you can't stop looking at his hands. You desperately wish you could hold them, that you could have his fingers where you need him the most.

His hands remind you of the way your gym crush holds his weights. You shift your legs, getting more comfortable in bed.

Your gaze goes from his hands to the microphone icon in your chat. Should you…? You’ve never done this before on this website. And you actually don't even know if he’d accept it.

Honeybee: do you want me to write it, or do you want me to actually say it?

You watch him put away his water bottle and he’s fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers. He doesn't say anything.

Oh no. You said something you shouldn't have.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He then asks, his voice has a hint of concern in it. “You know you don't have to.”

How can he be so caring? Any other cam guy would have already asked you to show your tits to him the minute you accepted the private chat.

Honeybee: I don't mind it, it’ll be more fun when we both talk. Don't you think?☺️

Ode leans back again, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what you sound like.”

You feel your cheeks warm up a little and you shake off your nerves before clicking on the microphone icon. “Well… a stranger at my gym made me feel this way and I took a shower just now in the hope it would help.”

Ode sits up in his chair as he hears your voice, then lets out an amused chuckle at what you said. “Tell me about the stranger, what about them makes you feel so needy?”

You feel yourself blushing a little, it feels embarrassing. But he doesn’t know the guy anyway. “Well, he’s really handsome. I might have a little crush on him. He’s got a good body, I’m pretty sure he’s a regular at Pluto Fitness. He has a cool tattoo that sometimes shows when he’s wearing specific shirts. I really like the way his muscles look when he works out. Not to sound like a weirdo, but he has sexy hands and arms, kinda like yours.”

Ode is silent for a few seconds and then lets out another soft chuckle, which sounds slightly different than usual. Somewhat surprised maybe?

He then shifts in his desk chair. He gets up and swiftly takes off his top. You let out a soft ‘oh god’ which you entirely forget he can hear.

He sits back in his desk chair again and you feel your heartbeat in your throat when you look at his toned upper body. Bare and in front of you.

“I know how to get you satisfied.” he speaks, making sure the webcam is showing his body nicely. The soft purple glow of his neon light by his desk illuminates his body perfectly. “Pretend I’m him. Tell me what you think about when you see him, when you think of him.”

Your breathing gets slightly heavier and you feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the sight of him. His idea might just work well for you. You set your laptop in front of you, then quickly take off your pajama shorts.

“I… really want to feel your hands on my body.” you say softly. The visual of Ode’s toned body perfectly fits the image of the gym crush you have in your mind. “I want you to make me feel good.”

Ode moans softly, his toned stomach tightens up with every little sound. You notice his hand slowly rub over his sweatpants. “I’ll make you feel good, touch you exactly the way you want me to.”

You're fixated on his hand, the veins are prominent as he pushes down his sweats and touches himself over his boxers. His bracelets make a soft dangling noise as he rubs himself slowly.

Your own hand is following his movements as you give yourself some much needed friction over your panties. “I really need that, I need your fingers in me. Want you to fill me up.”

You pant softly, eyes glued to the screen and looking at his movements so you can match them as best as you can with your own hand.

“I can imagine your pussy feeling so wet for me, so good.” He replies, his voice dropping lower. His other hand is slightly gripping onto his chair, his chest is moving up and down with his breathing and panting.

God he looks fucking gorgeous like this. You're infatuated by him. You have been for a while now. Ever since the day you subscribed to him.

“Ode, I need you so badly.” You speak out your wish to him, breaking your little roleplay.

Gym crush who? He’s in the far, far back of your mind. You desperately need some sweet release. And you want it from one person only.

“It sounds so fucking hot when you say my name.” Ode’s voice gets even deeper than ever. “I never thought I’d ever hear your voice. It's better than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined what I would sound like?” You ask curiously.

“I have.” His cute and slightly shy laughter sounds like music to your ears. And the sight of him trying to give himself some friction while talking about wanting to hear your voice, makes you so horny. “You're my favorite.”

“I’ve imagined the way you sound like, what you might look like.” He continues, slipping his hand into his boxers, and you see his large hand palm himself. “I’m fairly sure you're as pretty as you sound.”

You follow his move and start to slip your fingers in your panties and through your folds. A soft moan slips out of your mouth. “Ode.. you make me shy when you say that.”

“Fuck, that's cute.” He chuckles softly, followed by a slightly louder groan. “I wish I could see you.”

You watch his hand rubbing his bare hard on and the veins, of both his hand and his dick, are prominent and beautiful. You bite your lower lip trying to suppress another moan.

“Maybe some other time.” You sigh, slipping your fingers into yourself. The sight of Ode gulping when you say that, makes you feel good about yourself. You hope he takes the offer.

He speeds up when he hears you whining as you finger yourself and he pants rhythmically along with you while you breathe heavily along with him.

The both of you are exposed, but you're the only one who’s actually seeing something of the other.

“Fuck.” you whimper, slipping two fingers in and out of your wet hole, as your other hand slides under your pajama shirt to play with your nipples. “I wish you were here to take care of me.. I know I never say it when you stream, but you really do turn me on so much.”

You’ve not thought about anyone else but Ode for a few minutes now, it almost feels like you’re not being fair to the gym crush.

“Honey…” he sighs, his grip firmer and his voice is slightly shaky. “I know I don’t know you, but I want you so bad. I want to touch you, fuck you, just the way you like it.”

The second he says he wants to fuck you, you make yourself cum. You try to pretend that you didn’t, but your whimpers and moans are too strong to be kept to yourself.

You look at your laptop screen, your fingers still in you, and you see Ode’s cock covered in precum. He’s rubbing his thumb over his tip, his fingers and rings covered in his juices now. He’s messier than he is on streams, but it's so much better.

You slightly see his jawline and lips; they’re parted and he makes the most beautiful and needy noises.

“Can you do one more for me, honey?” he asks. You know he’s close, and you desperately want to cum with him.

“Yeah.” you breathe heavily, sliding your fingers in and out your sensitive hole again slowly. “I can’t stop thinking that it’s you doing this to me.”

“Good, that’s good.” Ode replies with a soft smirk. “Gonna pretend you’re here with me.”

You’re squirming on your bed, chasing your second high as your room gets filled with the heated noises coming from your laptop.

“I wanna be there.” you confess with a sigh, biting your lower lip as you rub your clit with your fingers and overstimulate yourself. Your bed sheets are soaked underneath you. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

It seems that’s what he wanted to hear, as it only takes a split second before he cums. Ode releases himself half in his hand, half on his stomach, with the most erotic moan you've ever heard him let out.

The two of you catch your breath for a few seconds. Although it wasn't any actual, physical sex with him, it sure felt like it.

You awkwardly wipe your hand on your bed sheets and fix your underwear and pajama pants, when you're startled by a ringtone coming from your laptop.

Ode has barely cleaned himself up, but he quickly moves over to the other side of his desk to grab his phone, flashing the side of his body he never shows on stream. And it suddenly makes a lot of sense to you why he never does; he has a tattoo on his ribs. A tattoo that you know all too well, even when the room he’s in is dimly lit.

“Sorry, that was my friend Jay.” Ode apologizes as he gets back in frame again. He snickers as he wipes off his stomach and pulls up his sweatpants. “I thought I had turned off my phone.”

“It’s okay, that’s life.” you say with a slight chuckle. “So.. you have a tattoo?”

Even though Ode’s face isn’t visible, you know he just realized what happened when he moved to grab his phone. You see that he’s scratching the back of his head, and he’s probably coming up with something to make sure you keep your mouth shut to anyone else.

“Ah, you saw that?” he states, gauging your reaction.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. It all happened so fast, and you’re trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The fact that your gym crush is also your favorite cam guy. “Mhm, it’s cool. I like it.”

“Thank you.” Ode replies happily, and you know he’s smiling. “Let’s keep that between us. I trust you.”

He doesn’t know that you now, somewhat, know who he is. But you decide to keep it that way. You still can’t wrap your head around what just happened though.

“My lips are sealed.” you reply with an amused voice. “Thanks for tonight, it was fun!”

“Thank you as well.” You hear a slightly nervous chuckle under Ode’s breath, but he acts a little cooler than his voice seems to be. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to cam face to face some day?”

“I did.” you answer way too quickly. Your answer ignites a slight panic inside you and you frantically try to find a reason to change the topic. “But it’s up to you. I have to go. Thank you again, I enjoyed it a lot.

“Thank you, Honey. And I’ll let you know.” Ode replies casually, he seems to have noticed your slight shift in your mood. “Also, I think you should talk to your gym crush some time. You seem to really like him! See you around!”

“I might.” you say, not wanting to end the conversation with him. Your mouse hovers over the ‘end session’ button and just before you click it, you say a quick “will definitely see you around.”

[tsanho]

        good luck. — 이리우

꒰ 648 ꒱   riwoo x reader — cs majors riwoo + jaehyun + reader, riwoo & reader are crushing on e/o and introverted, brief cs stuff mentioned, fluff

taglist ˖⌕ ۫ . . . @lovehakie @nanaluvsyouu @beomtomie @urbloominapril @ivehan @enhypenlvrsstuff @ihanzzn @saintriots @lorislane

masterlist.  taglist.  ☆ written with love. by, 𝓀𝖺𝗍𝗂.

“here goes nothing,” riwoo mumbles before tapping your shoulder. he can still feel his friend jaehyun's eyes dig a hole through the back of his head, his obvious glare signaling an effective you better do as i said.

the sudden contact with someone, much less riwoo, when you turn around has your brain stop functioning as you just think about any situation that could possibly have him stand before you.

“hi.”

it’s a simple word, a greeting to start a conversation, but you just stare at his face instead, eyes wide and in shock at the fact that he even approached you first. did you embarrass yourself that badly when you tried to talk to him the other day? well it’s not your fault he’s so horribly gorgeous that you get not only the butterflies, but also the moths and spiders and every other bug in your tummy when you think about him.

but first, you too had to greet him back.

“…hi.” ok good, i’m making conversation!

... it’s a horrible conversation.

you both are standing in the middle of the steps of the classroom, students passing by as they head to their next classes. you have another class soon—database concepts in 10 minutes—but at the moment, riwoo might be more of a priority that learning about simple sql commands.

of to the side, jaehyun who has stepped back and is watching from a distance is utterly disappointed. he expected the two introverts ahead of him to be shy, but to the point of barely even looking at each other? it’s pathetic really, but he’s done his part. all he can hope for now is to see something blossom out of this meeting, whether it be a— scratch that. it better be a date.

in front of you, riwoo scratches the back of his neck as he thinks about what to say. among the millions things that his friend told him to talk to you about, on top of strictly advising against talking about what’s been going on in class, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. even the corny lines about how he should say that you’re super cute, or that you seem interesting and he wants to learn more about you the way he’s memorized linux commands, have slipped out of his mind when all he can concentrate on is the way your tip toes are tapping on the hardwood floor.

“y/n, we’re gonna be late!” your friend outside the classroom who’s been waiting since this class ended calls out, unaware of the situation. 5 minutes should’ve been plenty of time to make a proper conversation, but instead you hear her continue, “this exam isn’t gonna write itself.”

shit.

how could you forget you had an exam in your next class?!

“i-i’m so sorry riwoo, i totally forgot th-”

“it’s ok. go! and good luck.”

his smile warms your heart but you feel terrible that you have to leave him hanging. any other day, and you would’ve skipped the class to go and just sit in silence with him. but right now? you’re doomed if you can’t get to the exam that’s 20% of your overall grade. still, you can’t bring yourself to say anything more to him when this is the first time that he’s initiated anything apart from the obvious sparks that fly across the room when the two of you make eye contact.

taking one last (and longing) look at the boy, you turned to leave. and as riwoo watched your back, jaehyun walked up to him.

“dude. 5 minutes was still plenty of time to ask her out on a date at least.”

“yeah, as if you could ask your crush out within 5 minutes too,” scoffing, riwoo crossed his arms, now simply staring at the closed door that you went out of.

next time for sure.

[ksywoo]

texts bnd send you of your boyfriend riwoo

pairing: lee sanghyeok x reader genre: fake texts, established relationship, reader is friends with all bnd and they send them pics of riwoo warnings: reader threatens jaehyun in sunghos and jaehyuns (all jokes though), mentions of reader not eating in woonhaks (not skipping meals, just hasn't had lunch yet), riwoo is a boy loser i love him note: hopefully these are easy to read and not fuzzy or too small! and hope you enjoy :) sorry they are a bit short. anyway. i love these silly boys. sungho and platonic woonhak coming soon :))

masterlist

[leehansalien]

you could feel his eyes on you. they were practically screaming out to you. you didn’t want to continue on his torture, but you couldn’t help but find his shyness endearing. never in a mean way. you love to encourage him to express what he wants. always so patient with him. but you also won’t say you don’t love the look in his eye that he gets. that pleading look.

he’s itching for your affection, but he can’t bring himself to reach for you first. he’s sitting right next to you and his fingers twitch to reach for your hand not even a far distance away sat on your lap. god, why is he so shy? he admires your patience. not that it could ever be bothersome, but he can’t help but think if you doubt his love for you. a silly thought. but he still thinks it anyway. you’re always the first to initiate affection and it hurts his heart a little that he still hasn’t been able to reach that stage yet.

“sanghyeok.” he looks away from his fingers to see you’re holding your hand, palm up, out to him. he lets your fingers intertwine together. his heart feels fuzzy at the warmth and feeling of your hand in his. your intertwined hands now resting on your lap. you gently give it a reassuring squeeze.

he’ll get there one day.

🌱divider by: @pixopix

[corysclub]

park sungho 𑄝⋆˙⟡ audio

putting a collar on kitty-hybrid sungho after he accidentally wandered off inside the grocery store... making sure he hears the bell on his collar jingle while your strap/cock slides in and out of him ruthlessly... so that he knows that no matter where he goes, you'll know <<33

cory speak ! : this is literally sungho i took clips from his live and meshed them together so i hope that's good for the picky mfs ... also omg posting this while drinking the strawberry gatorade that my gf doordashed me bc i had food poisoning yesterday.... isn't that so sweet?? like it genuinely made me so emotionally you guys don't get it gift giving is my love language... GIVING AND RECEIVING !!

[royalryul]

[18+] virgin ohyul (afab reader)

j’s note: not beta read ! feel free to ignore any mistakes or tell me about them. warning, ohyul is lowkey a pathetic loser

ohyul thought a lot about what it’d be like to fuck you for the first time. in his imagination, you’d see his legs spread wide open on the couch, almost like an invitation. you’d crawl to him, eyes completely focused on the bulge taking shape in his jeans. he’d go nice and slow, working you up and kissing across your chest. you’d whine about how he teases you, begging him to fuck you already. the two of you would be like that all night. him breaking you apart, putting you back together, and ruining you all over again until you’re panting and gasping for air.

ohyul knew how smooth he’d be, moving his hips in a way you’d like, building a steady rhythm that made you feel the drag of his cock. he’d be able to pop the back of your bra with a quick pinch of the clasps, followed by you gasping at the skill from his fingers. every song he had saved to his playlist was made for this moment, a lesson for how to make you crazy for him.

but now, he cringes at the memory of your first time together. completely embarrassed by his cockiness that came from before. his eyes were squeezed shut the entire time, like he was in a wave of shock that he was too scared to snap out of. his palms were clammy, gripping onto your waist. his face was pressed into your chest, high pitched gasps and whimpers coming from his lips every time he moved his hips. every nerve in his body was shot.

his thrusts were uneven and jerky, and he was desperate enough to ask you if he was doing good. you had on one of his giant t-shirts, and if he thought about the way you were drowning in it for too long, he was sure he was going to cum that very second. he opted to hold himself off from letting go too soon, thinking about the time ryul had slipped and fallen on ice when it had snowed. but when you suddenly clenched down on the tip of his cock as he was pulling out, every ounce of self control immediately went out the window as he came inside you. his hips jerked involuntarily at the feeling, and he cried into your chest from the stimulation. he kept repeating waves of apologies for cumming too fast, but still not making any attempts to pull out.

[21riu]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ sungho's b-side !

inspired by the anime tamon's b-side / tamon kun ima dotchi!?

⤷ idol!sungho x afab!reader (she/her)

summary: getting a opportunity to cook meals for your favourite might seem like a dream come true for anyone, you felt the same way until you realised he's a completely different person off camera... a complete otaku.

wc: 2.2k + not proofread. sungho's masterlist.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, it is not to defame the said idols. it's just fantasy and not real, it doesn't represent the idol's real life personalities or behavior. i do not condone such behavior in real life, and neither should you. fiction is fiction, consume carefully and at your own discretion.

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it!), p in v, handjob, blowjob, creampie, breeding kink if you squint really hard, otaku anime obsessed sungho, sungho is big down there, slight breast play, hickies, kisses, porn with plot(?), sungho isn't a complete weirdo dw, compares reader to his fav anime character/waifu (dw, it's unspecified)

Becoming a successful and established chef isn't easy, especially when the field is unforgiving due to it being niche. But you somehow made it.

Having worked under many restaurant chains and then moved on to working as a personal chef for many famous celebrities and athletes. You enjoyed it.

It was almost time for your next pay check, but you couldn't wait for it because limited edition BND plushies would drop soon, so you might have dipped into your savings a little to purchase them.

You'd do anything for BND.

They were your favourite band after all.

So that's how you found yourself in the middle of a mall, purchasing the merchandise, going on and about your day when you got a call.

The current client you've been working as a private chef for has apparently recommended you to a company that was hiring for a personal chef for one of the members. You agreed immediately cause it just means more money.

The group name and member were confidential until you actually showed up for the job and signed an NDA because the company didn't trust you. You were suspicious at how they were going, but still agreed anyway.

This means nothing because you'll finally be able to afford merch and also save at the same time.

You should've thought more before you had agreed.

Cause you were now currently out and about with the idol you were a personal chef for, purchasing figurines of his favourite anime character. Isn't your job to cook and not babysit?

Well it didn't matter, you watched him fix his mask constantly, hoping to not get noticed as he talked to himself about which version of the figurine to purchase. You couldn't really blame him because you were also sort of similar to him when it came to being a fan…except maybe not as weird and obsessive?

He's a complete otaku.

Which you didn't expect.

Your full time job was to just cook for him, prepare a healthy diet for his upcoming comeback so the fangirls could go crazy over his muscles.

You sort of felt a sense of ego in your work because you're now contributing to his visuals on stage, you wondered how the fans would react, they'll probably go crazy, you too will go crazy. Just thinking about his muscular form is enough to push any fangirl off the edge.

A few days pass.

You enter Sungho's room to call him for dinner only to catch him masturbating. He immediately freaks out and you look away. This isn't your first time catching him, but you at least wish there were signs, it's always almost too quiet and unpredictable.

He wipes himself off, rushing to the restroom to wash his hands, your eyes shift over to the monitor, expecting his favourite anime girl to be there, but instead, it's your Instagram page. With your picture displayed.

You froze.

Curiously you trudge closer to the laptop and on the right corner a notification pops up.

‘Holy shit you're right, she does look like her.’

You blink.

What?

You hear him come out of the restroom so you quickly leave his room, pretending like nothing happened.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out the situation at hand. When you first came to know about his obsession with this character, you too noted how you and the character look a little bit similar.

The same hair color, eye color and everything else. It was really odd but it wasn't a big deal. After all, some traits can be common, it's not like your features are ultra rare to find.

So you didn't think much of it at first.

Now? You didn't know how to feel.

It could be a one time thing right? Maybe he wasn't actually doing it to your picture but just switched over when you entered? But the notification threw you off. Maybe he was just having a harmless discussion.

You tried to justify it as much as you could in your mind.

The next day, you ended up asking him about it.

Only to watch him fumble his words, trying to make up an excuse but miserably failing. You just sighed. He came clean, confessing everything to you.

“It's not that you're valued in the same way as a fictional character— obviously you're a human, and I was wrong to do that. But… I'm sorry.” He apologized.

You were actually taken aback, Sungho was much more mature than you had thought, he had not only admitted to it, but also apologized.

You didn't want an apology though, you just wanted to confirm the scenario, but you got more than what you asked for.

“It's okay.” You tell him, reassuring him.

Truth be told, you actually didn't find the fact that he was jerking off to your pics disgusting. You were just confused and felt a little weird about your favourite idol jerking off to your pictures like a fanatic just because you resembled his favourite character.

Sungho looks at you surprised but relieved. “I think you're much prettier than her.” He mumbles, you look at him wide eyed.

This has to be a hallucination right?

It defies all laws of the otaku world, admitting that a real human is prettier than their ‘waifu’

But it seemed genuine coming from him.

Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought.

That impression lasted 2 seconds until the door rang and his parcels were delivered, which he had opened in front of you, multiple posters of the character along with a body pillow.

Yeah nevermind.

Days continued on normally, if you could call it that. He would yap to you about his favourite character during lunch when you'd eat with him. You just used to listen quietly.

You felt a certain guilt weighing your conscience, you haven't told him that you were a BND fan yet, and it felt like you were some kind of creepy sasaeng hiding it from him.

So you told him during dinner.

He was shocked, didn't really expect you to be a fan of his group, but he oddly wasn't weirded out, instead he brushed it off. “You haven't really tried anything weird. In fact it was I who…uhm anyway I trust you.” He smiled before finishing his veggies.

“I guess I should workout harder to not disappoint you or the fans.” He chuckled and you smiled embarrassed.

You both ended up slightly closer after that.

Today, you were helping Sungho hang up posters on his day off right before a busy schedule. You had finished meal prepping for the next three days since he would be extremely busy and would need to take his lunch on site, it also meant you got three days off, which you were excited for.

You were about to leave but Sungho asked for help hanging up the posters, which you've decided to help out with since you had nothing to do for the rest of the day anyway.

So… how did that end up with Sungho burying his cock deep inside you?

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, but he tumbled over and fell on top of you, both crashing onto the floor real hard, while his face ended up on your chest.

What kind of typical anime cliche is this?

Needless to say, he was flustered and tried getting off you but then you felt something hard against your inner thigh.

He was hard.

He profusely apologized, trying to get off you, but seeing the outline of his cock made your brain shut off. Why was he… big? You've caught him masturbating a couple of times but you didn't really see him clearly. And he got hard because of you? Butterflies bloomed in your stomach at the thought.

You tried to snap out of it. This is extremely unprofessional, and you as a fan shouldn't be doing this either, these are lines you shouldn't cross, but you can't help but stare.

Sungho felt flustered, he noticed you were staring, his expression only made you want to tease him. So tossing aside your rationality, your hand reached out and grabbed his clothed boner.

He shivered, confused before he felt your hand squeeze him, he let out a choked moan. You pushed him, causing him to stumble and fall back, hitting the floor again with a thud and you settled in between his legs, your face near his crotch as you played with the strings of his sweat pants.

Sungho breathed heavily, face getting warmer as the scenario he'd always dreamed of was manifesting into life. He watched as you pulled down his pants and boxers before grabbing a hold of him. He whimpered, feeling extremely sensitive to the touch.

You squeezed his base slowly before striding your hand up, thumb rubbing around his tip, teasing him as the precum leaked out in beads. You slowly began to move your hand up and down.

Sungho was letting out small throaty moans at your touch, you watched him completely become vulnerable and it made a heat pool in your stomach as you only moved your hand faster and faster.

You then leaned down, taking his cock into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his tip as you sucked him off, working your mouth and hands in a perfect rhythm. He threw his hand back, arching his spine as his hand shot up to grip your hair. His moans were loud and desperate now.

He looked down at you, eyes glazed with arousal as you made eye contact. He was going insane.

He threw his head back once again, a loud moan rippled from his throat as he held your head tightly pressing your face against his crotch as he came down your throat. His thighs twitched, bucking his hips into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

You pulled away after a while, saliva leaking down your mouth as you looked at him, the reality then came crashing down to you.

But it didn't last long before Sungho pulled himself and you off the floor, throwing you onto his bed as he began to undo your clothes, his hands were desperate.

He massaged your breasts after unclasping your bra and throwing it away, his hands touched you all over desperately, groping your flesh as he leaned down to kiss you, not for long because he was taking off your pants.

He saw the wet spot on your panties which made him let out an audible groan. You were wet for him.

He didn't waste any time ripping your panties off before lining up his cock against your entrance. No matter how wet you were, you couldn't prepare for the way he would feel inside you. He stretched you out to the max, to the point it burnt a little.

You whimpered in slight pain, so he waited, waited for you to adjust before thrusting. He only sheathed himself inside you but you already felt his tip kissing your cervix. It made you excited but also in fear. You couldn't believe this.

He slowly begins to thrust inside you, you wrap your legs around his waist as you grip his shoulders, he leans down, pressing kisses and leaving hickies all over your neck and breasts.

His pace picks up slowly as you adjust more to him, the burning sensation going away and now being replaced with arousal and pleasure. One of his hands travels down your abdomen, finding your clit.

He rubs small circles against your clit, he pulls himself up, wanting to observe your cunt as he rubbed and thrust inside you. He grunted in his satisfaction as your folds were slick with your wetness. He pressed and pinched your clitoris, pulling on it, slowly inducing pain.

Your hips bucked up against it, responding to the stimulus as you gripped his shoulders really tight.

He leans down back again to kiss you, his mouth moving against yours in passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth all while he simultaneously stimulates you all over.

His lips against yours, one hand massaging and playing with your nipple while the other picks up its pace against your clit, stroking it in a hurried tandem all at the same time as he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot consistently.

All of this pushed you over the edge, you choked out a loud moan against his mouth as you arched your back, your hands dug into his shoulders really hard as your orgasm ripped through you intensely, sending shockwaves all across your body as you twitched beneath him.

You cried out his name against his mouth, a tear dripping down the side of your eye at the sheer intensity. Sungho pulled back from the kiss as he neared his high too.

He could barely hold himself back when your cunt clenched around his cock, and with a loud groan, he finished inside you.

He slowly pulled out his softening cock, watching in awe as his cum leaks out of your hole. He scoops it up, pushing it back in, making you shiver.

A few minutes pass, Sungho cleans himself and you up before pulling you close and cuddling with you.

This all felt surreal but you just accepted it for now, closing your eyes as you fell asleep in his arms.

[212art]

🦊🍁Headcanons — Riwoo (BOYNEXTDOOR)

°soft / fluff / jealousy°

° Riwoo is the kind of person who notices your mood before you ever say a word. He doesn’t ask right away, he just moves a little closer, offers you something warm, or gently takes your hand.

° He loves doing simple things with you: washing the dishes together, you washing while he dries, bumping into you on purpose just to make you smile.

° When you walk together, he naturally stays on the side closer to the street, almost without thinking. If you notice, he just smiles.

° He’s not loudly jealous. His jealousy is quiet, subtle, he pulls you closer, slips an arm around your shoulders, or laces his fingers with yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.😞

° When someone else talks to you for a long time, he doesn’t interrupt. He watches in silence, calm smile on his face. But once that person leaves, Riwoo drifts closer to you without explanation and doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the time. 🙄

° He never asks, “Who was that?” Later, in a low voice, he’ll say, “You seemed to get along well…” It’s not an accusation, just curiosity disguised as casual observation.

He doesn’t make scenes.

° Riwoo’s jealousy comes out in murmurs:“I didn’t like the way they were looking at you…” and then he quickly adds,“but it’s fine.”

° He never makes you feel guilty. His jealousy isn’t about control, it’s just his way of reminding you that he cares, that you matter to him.

° If someone stares at you too long on the street, Riwoo quietly intertwines his fingers with yours.

° If someone sits too close, he switches seats without a word and gently pulls you against his side.

° If you mention that someone helped you or took care of you, Riwoo nods. But later, he’s the one cooking for you, straightening your things, reminding you to rest, like he’s saying, I can do that too.

° The way he says “I love you” is through small reminders:

“Did you drink water?”

“Put on a jacket.”

Note:

At this moment, all I'll say is that I love him so much 😭😭☹️

[cherriwoo]

Okay, hear me out… shy!dom riwoo who just needs to hear your moans to turn him on so much that he gets restless.. I’m definitely insane for this man. 🩷

MUSIC TO MY EARS — shy dom!이상혁 x shy!fem!reader (back to the main menu?)

make it louder | contains: shy couple struggles, making out, masturbation (m.), thigh riding, pet names (baby), praise/encouragement.

but if YOU’RE insane about riwoo, and I’M insane about riwoo… then who’s flying the plane? ∑(‘｡ㅇ口ㅇ｡)?!

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you and riwoo have only been dating for a couple of months now, and you’re both still… figuring things out. the two of you are still exploring intimacy, learning what the other likes, how far you could go before getting shy and pulling away—which wasn’t very far at all, actually. he’s shy. so are you.

all of your friends find it cute. two introverted peas in their little pod, they say. you both find it frustrating. riwoo wants more, and so do you, but neither of you realize that because of the fear of going too fast and making the other uncomfortable.

so far, your latest milestone was a make-out session that lasted exactly twenty-seven seconds. it doesn’t sound that impressive, but compared to your old record of twelve seconds, it’s a step in the right direction.

that twenty-seven second make-out also happened to be the first time riwoo heard you moan, and it was by far the best thing he’s ever heard in his life. you looked so embarrassed after, and he had to reassure you that everything was fine and that you could stop there if you wanted to. what he didn’t tell you was that he went back to his apartment and stroked himself over and over again to the memory of how you sounded until his hand cramped up.

since then, you two have taken what he considers a step backwards. every kiss is brief, a quick peck that barely counts for anything, and its literal torture. riwoo wants to kiss you—he wants to do a lot more than just kiss you, honestly—but what if you don’t? what if you need time? what if you’re fine with how things are now?

“do you… not want to kiss me?”

the hurt and confusion in his voice immediately catches your attention. you look up from your phone, matching his expression of devastation. “what? of course i do…” you pause, looking off to the side before shifting your eyes back to him. “why are you asking?”

riwoo shrugs. “dunno… just feels like we don’t really do it that much anymore. i assumed you didn’t like it.”

“n-no! that’s not it at all!” you shake your head, quickly trying to reassure him. “i… i thought you didn’t want to kiss me.”

it feels like the tension that’s been surrounding the two of you is finally lifted when you admit that, and the two of you just stare at each other for a few seconds.

and then he smiles, shifting an inch closer to you on the couch. “so… you do? want to kiss me, i mean?” when you nod, he gestures for you to come closer, cradling your face like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “is this okay?”

“yeah,” you nod again, your eyelids fluttering shut as he leans in to slot his lips against yours.

it was something you hadn’t realized you missed—real kisses. gentleness and love and passion all compiled into something so simple, something reserved only for you. it’s so nice… but riwoo wants more.

he lets his hands fall away from your face and down to your thighs, pulling you a bit closer, his leg slotted between both of yours. that’s when he hears it again—that moan, that very same sound he hasn’t been able to get out of his head since hearing it for the first time. suddenly, he’s kissing you harder, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

your head spins at how worked up he seems to get every time you make even the quietest sound. he likes this, you realize. he likes how you sound.

“riwoo,” you break the kiss for a moment, mumbling your words softly against his lips. it takes him a second to meet your eyes, too captivated by the sight of your mouth, but he manages to give you his attention soon enough. you’ve never seen him look at you like that, and the words you planned to say vanish from your mind when your hips shift against his thigh and you let out what is possibly the loudest moan riwoo’s ever heard from you.

“oh, baby… you’re so beautiful,” he whispers before kissing you again, helping to keep you steady while you grind down on his thigh. you could feel yourself getting wetter with every roll of your hips, in spite of all the layers of fabric that separated you and your boyfriend. if you weren’t so far gone already, you’d have probably asked him to help you take something off, but now you’ve already started, and it feels too good to stop.

you just keep going, letting him swallow every squeak and squeal and everything in between. “cum for me, please,” he whines, breaking the kiss to speak. “you can do it, baby. let go for me, and then i’ll fuck you like i’ve always wanted to.”

in that case, best not to keep him waiting.

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[21riu]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ leehan's b-side !

inspired by the anime tamon's b-side / tamon kun ima dotchi!?

⤷ idol!leehan x afab!reader (she/her)

summary: having to housekeep for your favourite might seem like a dream come true for anyone, but not for you when he has a crippling porn addiction and is an absolute loser who hasn't felt the touch of a woman regardless of being so popular.

wc: 1.6k + not proofread. (special thanks to the anon that bestowed this idea upon me.) leehan's masterlist.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, it is not to defame the said idols. it's just fantasy and not real, it doesn't represent the idol's real life personalities or behavior. i do not condone such behavior in real life, and neither should you. fiction is fiction, consume carefully and at your own discretion.

warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, premature ejaculation, nipple play, breast play, marking, cumming inside, porn addicted and slightly perverted leehan, unprofessional relationships, leehan lives like an absolute loser and a gooner, loser!leehan, idol universe, scenario takes inspiration from real life circumstances but characterization and plot is entirely fiction, so please just take this as fiction.

Being a college student was extremely difficult, managing between studies and your part time job to be financially independent is not an easy task.

You housekeep for a living, helping out the elderly or extremely busy people by keeping their houses clean, and doing basic chores which otherwise couldn't be done by others, catering to their needs.

Sometimes you cook for them if you can find the time for it.

The pay is extremely good, so it's worth it.

But… you had no reason to work as your tuition and dorm is covered by your scholarship, you just needed money for food, which any part time job that doesn't require high physical labour would've been sufficient, but you chose to deliberately work for high paying jobs only.

So why?

To support your favorite idol group of course.

You've been a huge BND fan since their debut, and have gone to multiple concerts of theirs, own a lot of merch too, sustaining the life of a fan girl isn't cost-effective especially when considering the prices of merchandise and concerts.

Which is why you do what you do.

But on one fine day, you were on a leave, you just wanted to chill in bed and watch a few self produced content by BND, until you received an emergency call from the housekeeping company.

Asking you to cover a shift for them as they were short of staff.

They said they'd compensate well so you agreed.

That's how you found yourself in a situation which was the result of a whirlwind of events.

Leehan's figure hovered over your body as his hands twitched, stopping shy of a hair's width from your breasts, your shirt was abandoned on the floor along with your bra. “Oh my god, I can't believe this…” He finally grabs them, both hands on them as he squeezes your tits before he massages them.

His hands felt cool to the touch, causing your nipples to harden, he rubs his thumbs over each of them. “Can I suck on them?” He asks, gulping nervously, waiting for your approval.

You can only nod in response, the intimate moment making you all flustered. Leehan didn't waste any time diving in, his mouth was wrapped around your nipple, suckling and flicking the bud with his tongue. He let out groans of satisfaction.

When you first took up this job, you didn't expect to find yourself in a situation like this. You briefly remember your first time coming to this apartment, it was in a much worse condition than it is currently. There used to be questionable stains on his wall. The apartment genuinely smelled bad and had a weird stench in the air. Porn magazines all over the sofa and table. Used tissues tossed carelessly all across the apartment. But you couldn't back out of the work you'd signed up for.

You wondered who could ever live like this?

You got your answer pretty fast.

The answer was apparently your favourite group's member.

Seeing Leehan was definitely a huge shock, you didn't expect him out of anyone in the world to exist in an apartment like this. He was extremely addicted to porn. You figured that much when you tried throwing away his stash and also when you were cleaning his room, his computer monitor was on and it had a bunch of porn sites open.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

You knew that idols definitely had a personal life that may be different from their on screen persona but this? Isn't this too much? Leehan might as well be two different people at this point.

You couldn't bear pretending not to know him any longer and confessed that you were a fan, he wasn't really bothered in the slightest, but his manager was. He actually seemed to enjoy your company. In fact, Leehan was fond of you, he loved your kindness.

Well, you almost were fired for that, but Leehan begged his manager to allow you to be the one housekeeping for him, he threatened his manager, didn't show up to an important shoot which messed up the schedule. Leehan didn't comply with the staff at all, so they had no choice but to bring you back.

It all seemed cute and tame up until that point, how did it escalate?

Well it wasn't an isolated incident, but rather a build up of events. Leehan would constantly fantasize about you. Fisting his cock at the mere thought of you. He would look for porn with actresses resembling you and imagine that it was indeed you.

He would brush up behind you when you'd bend down to pick things up. He would pretend to help you but only find an excuse to ‘accidentally’ touch you.

Oblivious to his actions, you allowed yourself to get close with him, you both had gotten close enough to be considered friends by then. You also didn't stop supporting BND, in fact you only further motivated him to continue working hard, which he did, because he loved seeing your reactions to him and group on camera and stage.

You also later learnt the fact that he was an absolute loser who's never properly been with a woman. You only chuckled when he confessed that his luck with women was shitty. You totally didn't expect that considering he was popular. But I guess it makes sense given the fact that he's bordering incel territory.

And then finally, you began to catch onto his antics, his lingering stares as you worked around his apartment. The way he'd purposely brush his elbow against the side of your breasts.

You didn't know what possessed you back then, but you brought it up to him directly, which made him all flustered and shy.

A deal that you'll let him touch your boobs if he manages to keep the apartment decent for a week since you'll be gone due to your exams.

Which brings you back to your current situation.

He had kept the apartment decent, not as bad as before, but he tried and so, you allowed him to touch your breasts.

But it was supposed to stop there.

Yet you allowed him to suck on your breasts, completely overwhelmed by his touch, you shouldn't be doing this, you're meant to keep it professional, you'd already crossed the line.

Leehan lets go of your breast with an audible pop, you look at him with glassy eyes and then your eyes travel to his crotch. Your eyes widen at the sight, the sweatpant had a painfully obvious thick wet spot, the material soaked up the thick string of sap.

Did he just cum?

Without doing anything?

He just came from sucking your breasts.

It felt humiliating for him, but it only aroused you further, knowing that he reacted that way because of you.

He couldn't take it anymore, he grabs your pants, pulling them off along with your underwear, leaving you completely naked on his bed.

He needed to be inside you.

You shrieked as he removed your clothing revealing your wet cunt that was leaking down, dirtying his sheets. He licked his lips. He wanted to taste you. But he'd never done it before.

You reassured him, guiding his face down gently, you arched your back the minute his mouth made contact with your cunt, his warm tongue licked the slit of your folds. His mouth suctioned around your clit, peppering kisses to it as he sometimes grazed his teeth against it.

It sent jolts of slight but enjoyable pain up your spine.

He devoured you like a man starved, humping the bed as he too was growing hard, he felt like he was about to cum again, but he resisted it. He was too focused on getting drunk on your essence. Your juice coated his plump lips as he marvelled in your taste.

You felt a familiar heat pooling in your belly, Leehan kept up the pace, flicking your clit with his tongue which you sent you over the edge. You squeezed his head in between your thighs tightly as you came with so much intensity you've never felt before. Your hand was gripping his hair tightly, pressing his face against your cunt as you rode out your orgasm.

You finally let go and Leehan comes up from between your thighs, you look at his face, your essence dripping down his chin and down his throat. He looked so beautiful.

He wasted no time pulling off his pants. Your post orgasm clarity was slowly beginning to seep in. “Can we— really do this?” You ask.

Leehan looks at you confused. “You're supposed to cater to my needs, aren't you? Like it's mentioned in the services provided?” He questions as he lines himself up against your entrance and you nod. “Consider this as one of my many needs.” He muttered before he pushed himself inside. Your walls squeezed him perfectly.

His pace was brutal and sloppy, clearly he learnt this from porn, but it didn't matter because he was hitting the right spot for you. His cock stretched you out impossibly, he hovered above you, hands on either side of your head as thrusted in and out.

You gripped the bedsheets tight, feeling his tip hit your cervix, sending small amounts of pain up your spine.

He dipped his head down, grabbing a hold of your nipple in between his teeth as your breasts bounced up and down, he tugged on it before licking it a few times. He did the same to your other breast, before leaving hickies and bite marks all over your chest.

The overwhelming pain and pleasure combined sent you over the edge once again, you came with a loud moan of his name, arching your back into him before you collapsed. You saw pure white as if you were in heaven before reality came crashing down on you again.

Leehan finished inside you at the same time, his cock couldn't handle the way your walls clenched around him when you reached your orgasm. He emptied his sack into you, continuing to thrust as ropes of his seed painted your walls white. He didn't bother pulling out.

He collapsed on top of you, pulling you into a comfortable position without pulling out of your cunt. You both fell asleep soon after as his cock began to soften inside you.

Leehan did not care about the consequences.

He was right where he always wanted to be.