yk, when u do a fic where there's a fucking reader on it, u can't say that they have a skin color like white or black or fucking blue (unless you're a na'vi), when someone put "her soft and white skin" like wtf?? or vice versa, its so creepy and unrespectful its so easy to just not write that
pairing: legal line of zb1 x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [LIBRARY]
[001] — although you and jiwoong had been fighting for a few days, what were the results? better than ever. when he fingered you to make up for the argument, what could be better than you caressing his dick?
[002] — hao most certainly did not understand what you meant when you invited him to test a new s.x toy. he did understand what you meant, though, now that you were using it on him.
[003] — you were supposed to spend the weekend to ensure you had had some quality time with your husband but somehow that statement could also mean—some good fucking quality time with your husband hanbin. switching places on the counter with him eating your pussy and then you returning the favor by licking your favourite treat, his cock.
[004] — it was too difficult for you to stay apart from matthew, but the energy was evident when you two were reunited. soft caressing, gentle riding, and quick fucking with tender cuddles are all examples.
[005] — taerae was rather on the gentle side but would you complain when he punishes you for being a brat all day?
[006] — just ricky taking his favourite girl, you, in doggy style after you jokingly said that “his dick isn't enough to satisfy you” guess he'll have to prove himself then.
[007] — when your sweet boyfriend gyuvin took you against the wall after you said that you liked men who did it “rough” all the while knowing that gyuvin had been anything but rough… but guess you changed it for once.
[008] — you were completely opposed to gunwook’s idea at first, but as he demonstrated what it really included, now, you didn't appear to mind it all that much. He teased you by inserting his cock inside your underwear and rubbing it next to your pussy, getting the material so moist that it was nearly translucent and extremely sensitive.
If you have time OT9 on marking you up? The thought of letting people know you are theirs kinda killing me >< if you have time and willing to write of course ^^
cw kissing, neck kissing, marking, hickies, biting, mentions of sex, mentions of oral sex (f!receiving), lowkey a breeding kink in Hanbin's part, Binnie's a little drunk in his part, jealousy & reassurance :) 18+ MDNI
✉️ hi my love! sorry it took me so long to respond to this :( exams have been CRAZY for me... anyways, I just did legal line with this, but I hope you enjoy!
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓙iwoong ﹙𝓴.﹚
It was one of those nights when Jiwoong had invited you to a work party with him. Any evening spent with him was perfect, especially when he would show you off. Jiwoong always made you feel so treasured and loved, all while he worshiped the ground you walked on. And the way he’d introduced you to his team members that night with a huge smile on his face only proved that further. It was nice meeting Jiwoong’s colleagues; like you were being shown another glimpse of his everyday, more intimate life. You were shown a glimpse of something else, too.
After returning home from the party, you’d been quick to head to the en-suite bathroom of your shared room to remove your makeup and get ready for bed. Jiwoong followed closely behind you, you still in your formal dress and him still in his suit as you began to take care of your skin. “I didn’t realize how long these events could go on for,” you hum, still high off the feeling of the amazing evening. Your eyes meet Jiwoong’s in the mirror. They’re a shade darker than usual, his pupils dilated as he consumes the image of you getting ready for bed. What truly sends a wave of warmth through you, though, is the smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
“They usually don’t,” Jiwoong comments as he moves closer to you. “Everyone just wanted to talk to you, though, didn’t they…” His hands run over your sides before settling on your waist. The touch leaves a tingling sensation in their wake, just like always, but you do your best to continue removing your makeup. Jiwoong’s hands tighten around your middle. “Can’t blame them, though. This dress looks beautiful on you.”
A small gasp leaves you as his lips lower to the skin of your neck, and subconsciously, you tilt your head back to give him more access. The kisses are warm, lulling you into a familiar state of comfort and beginning sparks of pleasure. Jiwoong’s usually gentle in soft, quiet moments like these. Even with the underlying tension beginning to grow akin to the pleasure heating in your veins. His mouth works to suck gently at all of the sensitive spots he’s mapped out on your body, causing your body to tremble in his arms from the combination of pleasure and the way his tongue licks over your skin before he moves on.
By the time he pulls away, you can barely keep your eyes open. Your brain already feels a bit fuzzy from the intense amount of attention, and your panties are thoroughly soaked. Jiwoong smirks a little as he trails his thumb over the string of hickies he’s left on you: a blossoming red that would later darken to purple. You’d be lucky if he let you cover them up. “Should’ve done that before we left.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗ao ﹙𝔃.﹚
“You’re no fun,” Hao whispers to you, his body pressed closely to yours as the darkness of this random storage closet prevents you from fully seeing him.
“And you’re acting like a child,” you retort quietly as your eyes adjust. His freshly dyed pink hair is still noticeable even in this dim lighting and is fluffy as always, while his full lips press into a pout. The entire group was excited for this comeback, you included, and performing the tracks at music shows was a highlight for all of you, especially your boyfriend, who put his entire being into giving the fans his best. At least, it was supposed to be fun for him until another male idol got a little too close and a little too friendly to you for his liking. Now, here you were, pinned between Hao and the wall with only a few minutes before your group was due on stage. “You’re going to get us in trouble–”
“You already are in trouble.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his words, opting to reach up to place your hands on his shoulders. “Come on, YNie, reassure your boyfriend.”
Hao had everyone wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. Knew that he wouldn’t get in trouble for being a little late, wouldn’t be in trouble with you for letting his jealousy get the best of him, wouldn’t get in trouble as his lips find your neck. Your grip on his shoulders tightens as your body presses closer to his at the sudden stimulation, and in turn, his hands grip your waist, ruffling whatever stupid skirt and accessories the stylist had put on you that day.
“I’ll do it myself then,” Hao mumbles against your skin, the feeling of his breath causing you to shudder. The feeling of him smirking against your neck? That has wetness pooling in your panties. You don’t have any time to protest as Hao busies himself with marking you. His teeth graze against your neck teasingly, reminding you of the way they would play with your clit when his mouth was on another part of your body, and his fingers dig further into your hips to hold you in place. A small whimper leaves you as he bites down a bit harder on an extra-sensitive spot, making you squirm in his grip.
“Let me finish,” Hao breathes against your skin, the scent of his hair overwhelming your nose as he sucks harshly at your neck. “Want him to know you’re mine. Want everyone to know…” Finally, he pulls away, one of his hands leaving your trembling body to fish his phone out of his back pocket. The brightness of the flashlight feature has you blinking quickly, unprepared for the sudden change of lighting. But you can see the way Hao’s pupils dilate as his fingers find your chin and force you to tilt your head. The only sounds in the storage closet is your and Hao’s heavy breathing as he assesses the marks he’s left.
When he’s satisfied with his work, the light turns off. Instead, the natural lighting from the door being opened floods the closet. “If the makeup artist tries to cover them up, tell her no.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚
The sounds of Hanbin’s giggles meet your ears as he rolls over with you on the bed again. You weren’t sure what had caused this burst of energy from him, but it was definitely too late in the day for it. It was probably the alcohol he’d had at dinner with you. Your boyfriend was tipsy. He laughs again as your head hits the pillow, a small huff leaving you. “You’re so cute,” Hanbin mumbles, the tone of his voice making it sound like he’s in awe.
You would return the compliment if you weren’t so tired and he was the only thing standing between you and sleep. “I’m tired,” you correct. Hanbin grumbles something as he buries his face in your neck. His arms are wrapped tightly around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. “And you’re going to be too when you sober up a little.”
“M’not drunk,” he protests, voice muffled by your skin. The tickling sensation has you squirming under him. And it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and you can feel his body tense a little. “I’ll prove it…” The determination in his voice has every bit of sleepiness leaving you, the familiar sensation of arousal beginning to course through your bloodstream.
Still, you sigh, knowing Hanbin shouldn’t be doing anything like this with you while he’s under the influence. “We should sleep, Bin.” He shushes you, nose running along the curve of your neck as he breathes your scent in. When his eyes flutter shut and a small whine escapes him, you know he’s gone.
“How am I supposed to sleep with you underneath me?” Then, his lips find your neck.
Hanbin’s such a tease, barely making contact with your neck before biting down a little, making you twist in his hold. Teasing in the way he would chuckle every time some kind of noise would escape your throat and with the way he purposely would brush over the sensitive spots on your neck, neglecting them. He scatters love bites all along the column of your throat, a sense of satisfaction calming his tipsy mind at the sight of you bearing his marks. If he had it his way, you’d be marked in a different way (your stomach round with his child), but now’s not the time for that. Instead, he continues running his tongue over your skin, sucking hard enough for your skin to bloom with color. When he finally pulls away, he has a dazed look in his eyes that you’re sure matches your expression. “See? M’drunk– M’not drunk enough to forget that you’re most sensitive.” He pauses to press a fleeting kiss to your neck, “Spot is here.”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓜atthew ﹙𝓼.﹚
Matthew was always busy, always moving, so it was normal for him to have a bit too much energy when he’s been lying with you for a significant amount of time. His hands grip your sides just a bit tighter every now and then, like he’s trying to calm himself down. It’d been a lazy day for the two of you, just lounging around your apartment and enjoying each other’s company. Now, cuddled up on the couch, it was clear Matthew wanted something. And by the way his eyes kept darting to your neck, you had a feeling you knew what it was.
“Matt?” He hums when you say his name. “What’s wrong?” His body shifts against yours as his warm brown eyes meet yours.
“Nothing. Just want to keep cuddling.” Right. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the cheeky smile that grows on his face. “Whattt?”
“You keep looking at my neck.” His smile somehow gets bigger.
“I just think it looks empty.” And a few moments later, he had you underneath him as his mouth worked at your neck. Small kisses had been peppered along your skin at first before Matthew bit down against your neck. The feeling of his teeth harshly marking your skin has you crying out, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pin them against the couch cushion. Matthew wasn’t exactly always thorough when marking you, but he definitely left enough marks to get the point across. His need to mark you up came sparingly, but the sessions would always leave you needy and ready for more.
This time though, he was practically biting your neck, following the feeling of his teeth with harsh sucks, like he wanted the marks to appear right away and be dark just as fast. “Matt…” you breathe, legs wrapping around his middle as he continues sucking your neck. His lips trail down to where your collarbones are exposed because of the loose t-shirt you’re wearing. At this spot, the sensation of his teeth grazing against your skin is heightened, and it has you whining and arching your body up to his.
His grip on your wrists tightens. “Stay still.”
You never thought leaving hickies could be rough, but here you were–Matthew biting down against your skin to make his marks on you as deep as possible. It's probably so they would show longer. Because as much as he loved to mark you up, he knew how sensitive you could get if he was doing it every night. A particularly harsh bite has you yelping. Matthew pulls away instantly, eyes searching your face in concern. “You okay?” You don’t respond for a moment, eyes half lidded. Then, something clicks in Matthew’s mind. “Aw, you like it when I’m rough, don’t you?”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ
It was rare for Taerae to get jealous. It was something you adored about your relationship: you both felt confident in each other and knew that the other would never do anything to hurt you. That couldn’t be said about those surrounding you, though.
Sat silently in the passenger's seat of Taerae’s car, you watch as his knuckles tighten around the wheel. Seeing one of the workers at the coffee shop flirt with you wasn’t the way he wanted to end his day, especially when the other man just didn’t seem to pick up on any of the hints you were dropping that you were very much already taken.
“It’s not your fault,” Taerae says softly when he sees you glance over at him for the hundredth time. “I’m not mad at you.”
“I know,” you sigh. You were honestly probably as annoyed as he was. “I really thought saying outright that you were my boyfriend would make things clear.” Taerae can’t help but smile a little at your words as he turns the car into the parking lot of your apartment complex. He keeps the car running as he puts the car in park before looking over to you.
“I can think of a few ways to fix that.”
Taerae maneuvers you to straddle him in the driver’s seat, his hand finding your hips as his lips trail firmly up your neck. A soft kiss is placed on your jaw, then your lips, before he returns to your neck. He has his unmistakable confidence in his movements as he sucks marks onto your skin, his tongue running over your skin in a way that has you squirming on his lap. Taerae focuses on one spot, one that’s visible, one that’s particularly sensitive for you, to leave the largest mark.
He uses the size of his mouth to his advantage, not wanting anyone to miss the fact that you’ve so clearly been marked. That you’re his.
A few more marks are scattered across the column of your throat, but the hickey he’d spent most of his attention on is impossible for Taerae to pull his eyes away from. “There we go… Nothing to worry about now.” There’s a warmth that’s settled in your belly, and it’s only one that Taerae can fulfill. It has you both rushing out of your car and back up to your apartment, not caring about the strange looks you get from the other people in the lobby.
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓡icky ﹙𝓼.﹚ㅤ
You loved kissing Ricky. How soft and comforting it was, especially when you were cuddled up in his bed. The atmosphere was the epitome of calm, his scent wrapping around you in the same way his arms were, the warmth of the blankets making you limp and drowsy. His mouth captures yours in an almost tender way. For a moment, it’s just your lips pressing against his before his tongue runs along the seam of your lips, requesting entrance. When you part your lips, Ricky takes his time to deepen the kiss.
His tongue slides against yours slowly before he pulls back just enough to break the kiss, his nose brushing against yours. He can’t help but get a little shy at the way you look at him before leaning in to kiss him again. The movements are slow, like the sleepiness the two of you are feeling, but are full of love. When Ricky abruptly separates your lips, you feel a bit confused.
“Can I, um… kiss your neck?” The urge to coo over how cute he’s being is hard to resist.
“Kiss my neck? You don’t have to ask to do that.” By the way Ricky avoids your eyes for a moment, you can tell that he’s hesitating to tell you something. “What do you want, Ricky?”
“Want to give you hickies,” he mumbles, and the shy admission makes you feel warm. “Please.”
You giggle softly as you nod, “Knock yourself out.”
Ricky tucks his face in your neck, his kisses light and barely there, feeling like butterfly wings. And then, when he finally begins sucking on your skin, the gentle pressure is enough to have that warmth you were feeling pooling in your belly. His hands aren’t harsh as he holds you, more loving, like he’s reassuring himself that you’re there and this is real. You whimper softly when his lips find a particularly sensitive spot.
“There?” he asks breathlessly, and you can only let out a small hum in response. It doesn’t take him long to go back to marking you up, gentle as always with how he handles you. Ricky’s always careful with you, and the small marks he leaves on your neck show that. None of them are too large or too deep, just enough to be visible. Ricky didn’t like drawing attention to the two of you, wanting to keep you to himself, so the marks he leaves on you are there for just yours and his eyes.
He pulls away, settling back into bed. “Wanna do me now?”
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖yuvin ﹙𝓴.﹚
When Gyuvin got jealous, he wouldn’t get angry or possessive like some of the other guys you’ve been with. Instead, he gets pouty. And part of you feels sad at the sight, but the other part of you can’t help but find it adorable. Gyuvin’s arms wrap tightly around your middle, and he rests his chin on your shoulder as you waddle around the kitchen with him. As you’re filling up your water bottle, your boyfriend finally speaks up, “You love me, right?”
Your heart breaks a little at his question. “I love you more than anyone,” you say softly to him, turning your head so his fluffy hair presses against your cheek. “You’re everything I need. Don’t even know what that other guy was thinking when I was literally clinging to you.” You feel Gyuvin’s pout turn into a smile against your shoulder. “Don’t be sad, ‘kay? I love you.”
“I love you too,” Gyuvin sighs, and you can feel all of the tension leave his body as he holds onto you. You finish filling your water bottle up and the two of you head back to your bedroom. Gyuvin climbs into bed first before opening his arms for you. You place your water bottle on the bedside table and practically fall into his arms, only to be met with several kisses on the top of your head.
“You know what would make you feel even better?” you ask him, looking up at his wide, brown eyes. “Wanna mark up my neck?”
A light blush covers his cheeks as a sly smile spreads on his lips. “Really?” The excited tone of his voice has you laughing as you nod. Gyuvin’s grin gets bigger as his large hands hold onto your hips, rolling over so you’re underneath him. “God, I love you…” he trails off as his lips meet where your neck meets your shoulder.
His touches are eager and loving. His kisses trail up your neck before Gyuvin settles on a spot to leave the first hickey. Strong arms encircle your waist, holding you tightly against him as he sucks on your neck, like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear. Reassuringly, your arms wrap around his shoulders as Gyuvin continues leaving marks on your skin. The idea of marking up your body has any insecurity or sadness fading from Gyuvin’s mind instantly, knowing that you’re so willing to let him have you like this enough to reassure him.
Slowly, his lips travel back down your neck, pecking each of the marks he’d left before he continues traveling down your body. “Need to kiss one more place before I fully feel better,” he whispers against your shirt as his fingers hook in the waistband of your pajama pants.
ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖unwook ﹙𝓹.﹚
Gunwook’s extra tired when he arrives at your apartment tonight. His feet drag as he follows you around your apartment while you prepare for bed, his eyes drooping. But he refuses to go to sleep without you. You feel bad at the way he’s almost in a daze as you make sure the door and windows to your apartment are locked, with the way he clings to you as you go through your nighttime routine, and with the way he flops down in your bed the moment you finish your skincare.
“Let me hold you,” he mumbles, his voice soft yet rough at the same time. And who are you to deny that? You turn off the majority of the lights in your bedroom, leaving the bedside table lamp on to cast a dim, warm glow around the room. Then, you climb into Gunwook’s arms.
“You’ve been so sleepy recently,” you say gently, one of your hands going up to run your fingers through his hair in a soothing manner. “Feeling relaxed?” Gunwook hums as he tucks his face into your neck. His soft breathing against your skin is enough to make you feel as sleepy as him too.
The two of you are quick to fall into the purest state of lovers: vulnerable and completely at ease with each other, your bodies melding together. Instead of feeling turned on when he begins to kiss your neck like you usually do, the sensation just makes you soften even more between his warm body and the bed. Gunwook’s kisses are sloppy against your neck, like he’s too desperate for just even a taste of you, as he sucks on your skin. He doesn’t use his teeth on you, just his tongue presses against the column of your neck as he enjoys your taste. Gunwook’s mind barely registers that he’s leaving several marks on you, just that you’re here in his arms. And all he wants to do when you’re in his arms is love on you.
“Taste so good,” Gunwook mumbles tiredly, his hands kneading against your waist.
Your hands trail up to his hair, tangling comfortingly in the strands again. “You’re probably eating my lotion.” Gunwook chuckles, and you squirm at how it tickles.
“Don’t care. Get to kiss you, that’s all that matters.” You hum at his words, hands moving from his hair and down his back. “Feel very relaxed now.” “Yeah? Me too,” you agree, body lax in his arms. His weight settles on you a bit heavier as he looks at your neck. “Looks good?”
Gunwook presses one more peck to your skin before he cuddles back into you, his eyes falling shut. “Looks perfect.”
⭑.ᐟ synopsis: you’re lucky to have your hot, smart boyfriend help you study for your calc test but what happens when you can’t focus and the only solution is him. a sweet motivation.
⭑.ᐟ content warnings: established couple, kissing, fingering, begging, edging, softdom! gunwook x needy!reader
⭑.ᐟ wc: 1702
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you’re lying on your bed, half asleep and buried under a mess of calc notes when your phone buzzes.
gunwook: wanna hang out tonight?
you stare at the screen for a second before sighing and typing back.
you: unfortunately i can’t 😭 i need to lock in for math. i have a test on monday 💔
his reply comes fast.
gunwook: wow... choosing calculus over me is crazy. gunwook: i’m actually hurt rn.
you roll your eyes, but you can’t help and smile.
you: don’t be dramatic. i still wanna see you.. maybe we can study together?🥹
the typing bubbles appear right away.
gunwook: yes yes i can help in math 😏 gunwook: i’m kinda a pro, remember?
you snort, remembering how he bragged about acing the class last year.
you: we’ll see. i’m kind of a lost cause.
gunwook: good thing i like a challenge.
you press your lips together, trying not to smile too wide. he always knows exactly what to say.
a minute later, another text pops up.
gunwook: come over tomorrow. i’ll prepare snacks and equations.
you: not sure which one i’ll actually need more 😭
gunwook: both. obviously.
you laugh softly to yourself, tossing your pencil aside. no matter how stressed you are about the test, he always manages to make it feel less heavy.
and even though you told yourself you were gonna focus, you already know you’ll be at his place tomorrow.
the next day, you’re standing outside his house clutching onto your backpack like it’s your emotional support system, already 30 minutes late. god u hated calc. he opens the door before you can even knock twice, wearing that lazy grin that already makes you want to turn around and go home because you know you’re not getting any studying done.
“look who actually showed up,” he teases, leaning against the doorframe.
you roll your eyes. “im desperate but i never said i was dedicated”.
he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. his room smells faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet, the snacks he promised. there’s already a pile of them on his desk: chips, cookies, even some candy. all your favorites.
“see?” he says proudly, gesturing toward the spread. “premium tutoring service. snacks included.” you gave him a hearty smile to show your gratitude. it’s wasn’t long tho until reality hit, you had to study.
you drop your bag onto his chair and flop onto the carpet with a groan. “i hate calculus. like, with my whole soul.”
“yeah, you’ve made that clear,” he says, sitting down beside you and flipping through your notes. “what even is this handwriting? hieroglyphics?”
you swat his arm lightly. “don’t bully me im going through it.”
“i’m not bullying,” he says, grinning. “i’m motivating. there’s a difference.”
you give him a look. “you’re bribing me with snacks.”
“and it’s working,” he says, tossing you a pack of gummies.
you’re sitting cross legged on the floor with your notebook open, but the words and numbers have started to blur. gunwook’s voice is steady beside you patient explaining the same problem for the third time, but all you can think about is how close he’s sitting.
“see? you just take the derivative of this part,” he says, tapping the page lightly. “you don’t even have to overthink it.”
you nod, even though you’re not really listening. the sound of his voice is low and steady, making it hard to focus. you grip your pencil tighter, trying to get your brain back to calculus.
“y/n,” he says after a moment, tone softer now. “you’re not writing anything down.”
you blink, realizing you’ve just been staring at the same equation for a full minute. “sorry,” you mumble, fidgeting with the corner of your paper. “i’m just… tired, i think.”
he tilts his head, watching you carefully. “tired?” he repeats. “or distracted?”
your breath catches a little. “maybe both.”
he leans forward a bit, resting his elbow on his knee, eyes never leaving yours. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head quickly. “nothing, i’m fine. i just—” you cut yourself off when his gaze flickers toward you again, calm and curious.
“you’re not fine,” he says quietly. “you haven’t looked at the paper in five minutes.”
you laugh weakly, just to break the tension than anything. “i’m just bad at math. told you i was a lost cause.”
he smiles faintly, but doesn’t look convinced. “no, this isn’t about math. i can tell.”
you try to look back down, but his voice keeps pulling your attention back. the way he says your name gently makes your pulse stutter.
“hey,” he says again, leaning a little closer. “what’s wrong?”
you swallow hard, eyes darting away. “nothing. i’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice sounds less convincing each time.
he studies you for another second, eyes soft but searching. “then why can’t you look at me?”
the question lingers in the air, quiet and heavy. you grip your pencil tighter, pretending to think, pretending to breathe normally but every second he’s watching you makes it harder to keep pretending at all.
after what you thought felt like an eternity, but realistically was prob 30 seconds. you reach out, your hand cupping his cheek, and pull him into a desperate kiss. his lips are soft and warm. he kisses you back, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. you can feel his heartbeat steady against your chest.
“baby, what’s got you so worked up?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and tempting. his hands are in your hair, tangling in the strands, holding you to him.
you whine softly, your body pressing against his as you rub your thighs together, seeking friction and relief. “stress... i don’t know,” you gasp, your voice breathy and needy. “but i need you. i need you badly.”
he pulls back slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “is that so?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “and what exactly do you need from me?
you whimper, your body aching with need. “you know what i need,” you whisper, your voice filled with longing. “please, i need you.”
he chuckles low with a seductive sound. “only if you answer this next problem correctly,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he pulls out a piece of paper, a math problem written across it.
you look at it, your brow furrowing in concentration. “but... i’m bad at math,” you protest, you whine.
“come on, you can do it,” he encourages, his hands still roaming your body, distracting you. “just focus, baby. you’ve got this.”
you take a deep breath, trying to concentrate, but his touch is making it hard to think. you start to work through the problem, your pencil scratching against the paper. finally, you look up at him with a smile on your face. “done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he takes it, his eyes scanning the solution. a slow smile spreads across his face. “wrong,” he says, his voice a low growl. “try again.”
you whine in protest, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. “i need you.”
he leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek and his fingers tracing the edges of your panties. “you came here to learn, right baby?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes meet yours, dark with desire, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.
you nod desperately, your body pressing against his, seeking more. “yes,” you gasp. “please, i need to learn. i need you.”
he has a smirk plastered on his lips. “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. “let’s try that again, shall we?”
you take a deep breath as you rush to finish the problem before you start to feel the wetness stuck to your panties.“done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he looks at your work mentally scanning to see if u got it right “good job”. you finally earned what you have been begging for.
you straddle him, your body pressing against his, seeking more. he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you tighter against him. but instead of grinding, he pulls back, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider.
“wow, i didn’t know studying could get someone so wet,” he says, his voice a low growl. his fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing.
you whimper, your body aching with need. “touch me,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need you to touch me.”
he smiles, “you’ve been good so far, i guess i need to reward you,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge.
you gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot, circling. you start to move against his hand, chasing the pleasure, but he pulls back, keeping you on the brink.
“please,” you beg again, your body trembling with need. “i can’t take it. i need to come.”
he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “soon, baby,” he promises, his fingers picking up speed, pushing you closer to the edge. “soon.”
you can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling in your belly, and you know you’re close, so close. but just as you’re about to tip over, he pulls back again, leaving you gasping and needy.
“not yet,” he says, his voice a low growl. “i want to hear you beg for it.”
you whimper, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need to come. i need you.”
he smiles, satisfied, “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. as you come undone, he holds you close. he slowly rubs your clit, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure, his lips brushing against your ear. “so needy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection and desire.
“are you ready to learn now?” he asks softly, bringing you into a warm embrace. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
rn all i can think about is gunwook playing with your lovense toy when he’s away for tour..
📬: gunwook x fem reader, implied overstimulation, lovense toy (distance controlled sex toy)
his eyes are hooded as he watches you throw your head back, holding back a whimper as the vibrations become stronger against your pussy.
you bite your lip, subconsciously shutting your legs shut as you buck your hips into the air. gunwook clicks his tongue, calling out your name.
“spread your legs, baby. i need to see what belongs to me.” he says, eyes growing darker as he watches you shakily spread your legs once more. gunwook’s smile is sinister as he plays with the speed of the toy, putting to the lowest setting before setting it to the highest setting possible.
“f-fuck fuck fuck baby, is too much!!” you moan loudly, hands reaching to fondle your tits as you buck your hips, as if trying to get away from the intense pressure.
gunwook tosses his phone onto the bed, adjusting the ipad in front of him before slipping his clothes off.
he must be insane for wanting to watch you moan and cry, begging for mercy to take things slower. gunwook’s cock only grows harder as he watches you trash around, pussy creaming around the toy inside of you.
his cock is hard in his hand, only growing harder and wetter as he pumps his cock, moaning as he watches you cry out, calling out to him.
“you can take it, that’s exactly how i play with you when i’m home.” gunwook mutters, chest heaving heavily as he pumps his cock harder, hips bucking against his hand as he fucks his fist. he reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the fleshlight that he bought. gunwook’s smile is full of lust as he preps the toy, rubbing the walls with lube as if he was prepping your pussy to take his fat cock.
crying out to him, you watch him fuck the toy, sliding in his cockhead as he moans, hips bucking up and down, mimicking your own movements as you moaned your boyfriend’s name.
gunwook moans, “jesus fucking christ, your pussy’s so tight for me baby..” he says before picking up the pace, fucking the toy with a stable pace, eyes still fixated on how you writhed and moaned his name, begging him go let you cum.
his hand reaches for the phone, toying with the vibrator’s pace as you whined, pussy clenching harder around the toy as you succumbed closer and closer towards your orgasm.
“please daddy— need to cum for you!” you gasped out, feeling the vibration intensify inside of you as gunwook moans your name. “cum for me baby, come on. cum for daddy.” gunwook grunts, covering the fleshlight’s walls with his cum, eyes fixated on how your pussy creams around the toy before you scream his name, pulling the toy out of your pussy before squirting all over the sheets.
gunwook only drools as he watches you cum, chest heavy with unstable breaths as you made a mess all over the bed.
eyes fixated on the screen, you whimper as gunwook pulls the fleshlight off of him, watching as his cum flows out of the toy and back onto his cock.
“i love you, did you know that?” gunwook gasps out, feeling spent as the two of you caught your breath. you shake your head with a laugh, “you seriously need to come home, i’m gonna get used to sleeping with my toys sooner or later.” you say as he whines, threatening that he’ll book a flight just to stuff your pussy with his cock.
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your boyfriend clings to you even when you’re asleep
pairing: gunwook x fem!reader || wc: 679 words || cw: established relationship, clingy!gunwook, use of petnames, and that’s pretty much it! || warnings: none! all fluff! || a/n: guys i love gunwook sm he’s so dear to me </3 (also, frozen reference? yeah olaf was damn right)
gunwook is a certified human furnace disguised as the cutest boy alive.
it doesn’t matter that it’s august and you left the window cracked open. it doesn’t matter that you’re sleeping in nothing but panties and the thinnest tank top you own. the second gunwook crawls into bed, he finds you like a heat-seeking missile and attaches himself to your back, one arm slung over your waist, face buried between your shoulder blades, legs tangled so tight you’d need a miracle to escape.
you fall asleep like that every night because he’s warm. and because he smells like the peach body wash he steals from you. and because his breathing is soft against your spine. it’s perfect for exactly two hours.
then the sweating starts.
you wake up at 3:17 a.m. feeling like you’ve been slow-roasting in a gunwook-shaped shell. your back is wet, his chest is wet, there’s a damp spot where his cheek is smushed against your shoulder. his hair is somehow damp too.
you try to wiggle away and he makes the saddest little whine, tightening his grip like a koala who sensed danger.
“gunwook,” you croak, voice scratchy from dehydration, “baby, please, i’m dying.”
“mm… no,” he mumbles into your skin, not even opening his eyes. “just five more minutes and i'll let you go.”
“you said that an hour ago.”
he just nuzzles closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to the back of your neck that you would consider adorable if you weren’t literally melting.
you attempt the stealth escape: slow, incremental movements, sliding one inch at a time toward the edge of the bed. gunwook counters by rolling fully on top of you, cheek squished against your collarbone, both arms locked around your ribs. he weighs approximately a thousand pounds when he’s unconscious.
“gunwoooook,” you wheeze, patting his shoulder weakly. “i’m being cooked. i’m a rotisserie chicken. i’m chicken soup. please get off of me!”
he finally cracks one eye open, hair sticking up in seven different directions, lips pouty. “but you’re so comfy,” he whispers, like that explains everything. “and you smell good.”
“i smell like your personal sauna.”
he giggles, muffled against your chest, then has the audacity to snuggle harder.
you sigh, choosing to follow your fate until 4:28 a.m. when you wake up again, this time face-down with gunwook starfished across your entire back, one leg thrown over yours, mouth open and drooling on your shoulder blade. you’re sweating so much the sheets are damp in a perfect gunwook-shaped silhouette.
this time you elbow him gently. “park gunwook, i love you, but if you don’t let me breathe i will break up with you. right now.”
he makes a heartbroken noise but finally rolls off, flopping dramatically onto his side of the bed. you scramble away so fast you nearly fall off the mattress, gulping down the cold air like you’ve been underwater.
two minutes later a cold hand slides across your stomach. then a cold nose presses to your spine.
“baby,” he whispers, voice tiny and guilty, “i’m cold now.”
you groan into your pillow. “of course you are.”
you let him worm his way back under your arm, but this time you shove a pillow between your bodies like a border wall. he pouts, bottom lip trembling, eyes huge and sad in the dark.
“just… arms only,” you mutter, already softening. “no full-body contact. i need to live.”
he grins like you handed him the moon and wraps his arms around you over the pillow barrier, tangling your legs just enough to satisfy his clingy self, but not enough to boil you alive.
it works for approximately forty-five minutes.
by sunrise you’re awake again, pillow on the floor, gunwook once more plastered to your back like velcro. but he’s smiling in his sleep, whispering your name like it’s his favorite word, and you decide maybe being a little bit sweaty is worth it.
you kiss his knuckles where they rest over your heart and let yourself overheat in peace.
Hiii can u write gunwook x reader. something like size kink reader is smaller, suggestive. Thankssss!!
hii! <3 omfg i'm kinda a sucker for size kink ksaksljkjadklsj dunno if that’s what you were going for tho i made it a little shorter and didn't hold back on spicy stuff. hope it still will be to your liking!! love you, take care ❤️
જ⁀➴ ♡ gunwook with a size kink!
synopsys: gunwook realizes he enjoys being bigger than you a little too much.
notes: whew! i think i got carried away but who wouldn't so... enjoy the food (p*rn)
ఌ︎. it started very innocently. the first thing gunwook noticed when he met you was how small you were. compared to him, you just looked so... tiny. maybe it was the height difference or the difference in build, but he couldn't comprehend the feeling of looming over you when standing close.
ఌ︎. you two quickly became friends — you shared the same friend group in college and happened to have similar interests. you got him wrapped around your finger in no time. you talked during classes, study sessions and free time about everything, be it music, clothes, or sports. gunwook loved how easy it was to be with you — he found pieces of himself in you. you started to actually spend time together outside university, going out to grab coffee, watch a new movie, or sweat a little at the gym. the last thing was your favourite activity. and every time he saw you stuffing your gym set back into your bag after a successful treadmill run, he wondered how the hell you were able to squeeze into those tiny clothes. it looked like they could fit a baby???
ఌ︎. gunwook was slowly spiraling, actually. half a year had passed, and he found himself giving you longing looks, looking for you in crowds, craving your touch 24/7. the boy was head over heels for you! and with every non-official date, it was getting harder and harder for him to stay composed.
ఌ︎. like the one time you two decided to take a break from cramming all day and went to the café to quickly grab some americano. gunwook proposed that he'd go, and you could just stay in the library and watch your belongings. he was back in less than five minutes. a slight blush on his cheeks and panting got seemingly worse the moment he felt your small fingers brush against his as he was trying to hand you your cup. his mind short-circuited for a minute, trying to process the fact that your hand was like half the size of his.
ఌ︎. or the other time when you ended up failing one of your tests and gunwook came to yours to try and cheer you up. he found you curled up on your bed under a pile of blankets and pillows, soft sniffling and hiccups filling the room. his heart broke. he knew this test was important to you, and he saw how hard you were working for it.
"you know you're still smart and that one test doesn't change anything."
he tried his best to give you comfort through words, but no matter what, you seemed to be completely deaf to his support. after some time and endless reasoning, he shot all his rounds and found himself hopeless about how to bring you out of your crying fit. so he decided to use his last resort and climbed onto the bed behind you. caging you in his arms, he pulled you to his chest and started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while at the same time drawing small patterns on your tummy. and as much as he wanted to focus on giving you comfort, he couldn't escape the mind-blowing realization that he could easily envelop you whole. his stomach twisted involuntarily.
ఌ︎. oh, and did i mention — one time you went to the amusement park, and gunwook thought it would be so cute to ride the ferris wheel together and look at the view of the city from up high. and he was so excited that you would really feel bad if you said "no" to him, so despite your fear of heights, you hopped into the small cabin of the ferris wheel. the second the door locked, you attached yourself to gunwook. most of the ride was not so bad. your friend quickly sensed you were stressed and, struck by remorse, kept talking to you about everything and nothing just to keep you from looking down. but when you got to the highest point, the cabin swayed uncontrollably, and suddenly the ride came to a halt. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the sudden movement, and you glued yourself to gunwook's arm as if your life depended on it. you started to panic, asking him what happened as if he would give you an answer. but gunwook truly couldn't be bothered about hanging several meters above the ground on a broken attraction with you close to crying your eyes out and attached to his side as if with superglue. not when he could feel your entire body wrapped around the whole length of his arm — were you really the size of his upper limb???
ఌ︎. and so all those moments were only building up to the fact that gunwook — let's face it — was stupidly turned on by the size difference between you and him. this fact actually motivated him the most when going to the gym. a chance to be even bigger, even more dominating — this image was awakening something so primal in him that even he himself was stunned. he didn't know why, but he felt the need to protect you, to shield you in a way, to keep you safe and sound. and he felt completely capable of it, already being bulky and benching 1.5x his own body weight. but still, he wanted to get better — for you.
ఌ︎. caring glances started to take the form of not-so-subtle staring. he couldn't help himself! whenever you were near, his mind, like on autopilot, flashed him images of how freaking easy it would be to pull you up right then and there, wherever you were standing. how he would have no problem handling you, angling your body however he wanted. how small you would look under his body. how tight you would feel around him. how-
"wook, are you alright?"
the concern in your voice is pretty clear as your petite hand lands gently on his shoulder in an affectionate way. gunwook has to practically shake himself out of his trance before he regains his composure.
"yeah, sorry. just thinking about all the assignments."
hopefully, it sounds convincing enough.
"i was thinking maybe you'd like to come to mine since we still have to make some small changes to our project?"
your innocent eyes will be the death of him. those two twinkling orbs are staring straight into his soul, and gunwook knows it's a life-or-death situation.
"oh yeah, sounds good. i have lots of free time today!"
ఌ︎. and that's how he ended up next to you on your bed - you visibly focused on picking the prettiest font for the slides and him focused on not having a boner right here and there. oh, he can only wonder how would you look with the same focused gaze but working on making him come in your mouth. he can bet his hand is big enough to grab your whole head - it would be so easy to make you do it just how he wants. you wouldn't have to do anything and he would be able to observe how with every thrust your throat is bulging a bit and it's all his fault! and then, with a flick of his finger, you would be lying down, and he would be hovering over you, watching you squirm as you tried to loosen up your pussy for only one of his fat fingers cause there's no way you can fit more there - you're way too small. gunwook would have to spend hours shaping your cunt with his fingers first before he gives you his cock because he don't want to be responsible for splitting you in half like that. but eventually you would be ready and he would give it to you with pleasure! he believes he would be able to cum in his pants just thinking about slowly entering you, feeling the tight squeeze of your walls, the grip so strong he has to stop midway to catch his breath. your whines filling the room, blabbering something that he's "too big" and "it won't fit, no way". but he knows you're a tough cookie and you wouldn't give up that easily. he's putting all of his trust in you that you'll make it fit in the end. even if it means his huge cock is going to make a visible bulge in your tummy every time he kisses your cervix with his tip. and if you would let him cum inside? oh boy, you would be drowning in his sperm. his mouth are watering at the sheer though of the mess he would make between your tighs, on your tummy, on your face...
but this has to wait. at least till you're done choosing between times new roman and arial. first duties then pleasures.
