Could you please do ( if your comfortable with it) skz members get caught fucking/making out with reader?
once again, i'm sorry for the two year delay but i come back with presents. (hint: it's sub!han)
getting caught making out with han drabble
warnings: smut, sub!han, dom!reader, dry humping <3, getting caught
wk: 484
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jisung’s hands wander across your body, cupping your cheeks, entangling in your hair, sliding up underneath your shirt to grope at your breasts. his lips move in a messy rhythm with yours as his body weight crushes you into the couch.
you notice jisung’s knees are planted on either side of one of your legs. you gently lift your thigh to apply a bit of pressure to the bulge in his sweats and he instinctively grinds down gently on it. a small moan escapes him as your hands slide down to his waist.
“y/n,” jisung moans against your mouth.
“hm?” you hum, sucking his tongue into your mouth.
he whimpers. “jesus, need you.”
jisung’s lips move from your lips down to your jaw. he traces your jawline slowly with his tongue as he grinds down harder into your thigh. you push your leg up harder to which he yelps in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“i think you’re getting off just fine like this,” you giggle into his ear.
he whines in protest as ruts pathetically against your leg. you pull back from him and rest your head against the armrest of the couch. jisung removes one hand from under your shirt to brace himself on the armrest. you dig your nails into the skin of his hips and help guide their movement against your thigh.
jisung babbles incoherently about how perfect you are and how much he loves you but you can’t help but laugh at how wrecked he looks. his eyes gloss over with need as he stares at you wide-eyed.
“i’m gonna cum,” he says as if he’s surprised. his eyes roll back into his skull and he grips your breast like it’s the only thing to tie him to this world.
however, a jingle of a set of keys and the opening of the front door halts his rhythm. jisung gasps and face plants into the crook of your neck and you can feel the blood rush straight from his cock to his face.
“don’t mind me,” minho’s sing-songy voice rings through the apartment.
“oh my god. i’m going to kill myself,” jisung mumbles into your neck.
you chuckle and rub your hand soothingly up and down jisung’s back. you turn your head to peek over the armrest to watch minho take his sweet time to remove his shoes, hang up his keys, and walk down the hallway to his bedroom.
“i’ll put my headphones on and you two can continue,” minho yells before closing the door to his room.
jisung carefully lifts his head from your neck. his wide eyes filled with the sorrow of a ruined orgasm and embarrassment.
you cup his cheek and press a gentle kiss to his lips. you pull back and lean your head against the armrest again.
“come on.” you press your thigh against his bulge again. “he said we could continue.”
“hyunjin. hyunjin. hyunjin,” is all you are able to cry as his tip softly kisses your cervix with every slow thrust of his hips.
hyunjin’s hand sits firmly on your lower stomach, pushing down on it slightly. he lifts his free hand to your face, gently grabbing your chin and caressing your puffy lips with his thumb.
“you’re beautiful,” he coos and his name continues to fall from your lips like your personal mantra.
hyunjin laughs and pushes himself as deeply as he can into you. he tightens his grip on your jaw and pushes down harder onto your stomach.
your eyes roll back so hard you’re convinced you’ll never see again. the amount of pressure is enough to make someone high off pleasure.
he rocks his hips back and forth steadily, making sure with each forward thrust to go as deep as humanly possible.
“you’re doing so well,” he says between low moans. “so tight around me. holy shit.”
using the hand on your chin, he guides you to look down. “look how deep you’re taking me.”
he lifts the hand off your stomach to reveal with each nudge of your cervix, you can see the tip of his cock bulging in your stomach. he pushes his hand back down even harder and the moan that rips through you is almost animalistic. hyunjin quickens his pace. the loud squelching of your arousal filling the room as you clench down on him harm.
“you got it, sweetheart. you can let it go,” hyunjin purrs.
you snap. back arching of the bed as you cum hard. your fingers curl into the sheets as you try and ground yourself.
hyunjin’s pace doesn’t let up. he continues to pound into you.
“hyunjin! please!” you squeal, trying to clench your thighs together to push him off.
he grins. “you can keep taking it. right, my love?”
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angry sex seungmin x fem!reader
summary: don't piss seungmin off, unless you're into that i guess
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, heavy degradation, pussy/ass slapping, mirror sex
1.0k words
“look at yourself, y/n.”
seungmin’s hand slithers up the back of your neck and with a handful of hair, pulls your face up to look into the mirror before you. his tall figure encompasses yours completely as he stands behind you. his face reads blank, not a scowl on his lips or a raise of his brow. it is almost more terrifying to have no clue how he feels. is he angry? or disappointed? or just horny?
you on the other hand looks disheveled and distressed. your hair is stuck to your glistening forehead. mascara and eye shadow smudged or sweated off. and your eyes glossy as tears threaten to spill over. your tight dress hiked up to your hips to reveal a pair of skimpy, lacy panties.
“you were so excited to bring me to the club tonight,” seungmin whispers low in your ear. his lips graze your earlobe and sends an electric current down your spine.
your legs tremble in a mix of arousal and fear. “yes, sir.”
“so excited for what? me to watch you act like a slut.” anger drips from his tongue like poison.
he tugs harshly at your hair to which you stumble back into him. “i asked you a question.”
“no, sir,” you reply shakily.
he scoffs and releases the grip on your hair. “do you always act like that at the club? or just because you’re still mad at me?”
he circles around to kneel in front of you.
“i don’t always act like that-”
he pushes you back by the hips. you topple back onto the bed behind you. seungmin quickly takes place between your legs, yanking your panties off and tossing them elsewhere.
“don’t lie to me.”
staring off at the ceiling, a cool breeze hits your core as he parts your knees. you hesitate before answering solemnly. “because i was still mad at you.”
a hard smack of his hand to your cunt catches you off guard. the pain is delectable. your back arches instinctively off of the mattress.
seungmin spits at your core. “and you thought flirting with other men in front of me was the way to get back at me.”
“i’m sorry,” you say softly. a wave of regret washes over you and the guilt creeps in making your stomach hurt.
“hm,” he hums. “i bet.”
you gaze at the ceiling, not knowing what more to say. worried that if you open your mouth it’ll make the situation worse. you hear some shuffling coming from seungmin but you don’t look, fearful you’ll make him more upset.
after a moment the quiet is broken a low buzzing sound. you take a deep breath before seungmin places the source of the sound against your clit. you bite back a moan and open your legs wider.
“slut.” seungmin groans.
he immediately ups the speed of the device and pushes it harshly against you. your body jolts and the moan escapes you as a loud fuck.
it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge and seungmin can read you like a book.
“let it go,” he commands.
with his permission a pleasure overcomes you, rippling through your body like waves. your heels dig deep into the bed trying to ground you as your body arches clean off the bed.
the vibrations quickly start to become too much and you twist and turn trying to push him away. fortunately he is much stronger than you and is able to hold the vibrator still despite your movement. he coaxes two more orgasms from you, each one more intense than the previous.
“sir! please! i need a break!” you whine as the pressure starts to build for your fourth orgasm that night.
he turns the device off immediately and tosses it to the soaked sheets below you. you whine as the pleasure is ripped away from you.
seungmin stands to his feet and fiddles with his belt buckle, sliding it off with one swift motion and shedding his pants down his thick, muscular legs. he grabs you by the hips and whips you around on your stomach, knocking the air clear out of your lungs.
guilt creeps over you again and you crane your head back to look at him, still expressionless and terrifying. “seung,” you whisper.
his eyes immediately soften and he looks to meet your eyes. “yeah, baby?”
“are you still mad at me?”
he shrugs. “a little.”
“i am really sorry.”
“i know.”
he pulls your hips back so that your ass meets his pelvis. you prop yourself up on your hands and he leans down, pressing his front to your back, getting as close to your ear as he can. “let me be mad at you a little longer.”
he sits back upright and plants a loud smack to your ass. you jolt forward and groan. he slides himself into your tight walls with no resistance and initiates a ridiculous pace on your cunt.
your arms give out almost immediately, face planting into the bed below. seungmin’s hands hold a tight grip on your hips, an imprint that will likely bruise tomorrow. with each brutal thrust he pulls you back to meet him, slamming against your cervix every time inciting indecipherable whines pouring from you into the sheets.
his terrifying aura is immediately dispelled as a low moan escapes his throat. “fuck, i’m not going to last long.”
you muster enough strength to clench down on his cock and he groans in response. another harsh slap to your ass echos the room. you beg and plead for him to finish, reaching your hand back to hold his. he intertwines his fingers with yours and with one last thrust he stills and pumps you full.
the room quiets, besides seungmin catching his breath. he releases your hand and massages the plush of your ass for a moment before laying flat against your back once again and trapping you in between him and the bed.
depending on the prompt, it could be a drabble or a 2k-4k words. please let me know which one your most excited for and please leave requests for the 31st !! (i ran out of ideas lol.)
can we pls get a fic or drabble of squishy cuddle bug lino i’m begging on my knees i need more of him !!!!
this ask is over two years old IM SO SORRY i hope you still want it.
cuddle bug lino drabble
warnings: fluff.
wk: 362
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minho is a workaholic. that was something he warned you about when you first started dating. and even after two years, it still hurts when he spends more time at work than with you.
today was no different, he told you he would be done with the music video shoot at 5:00 and it was 6:30. you sighed as you sunk deeper onto the couch, trying to distract yourself of his absence by watching reality tv.
you’re head snapped to the door up at the sound of keys and the rattle of the door knob. you saw a tired, grumpy, and cranky minho waltz in the door and throw his bag and shoes on the floor. he does a quick scan of the apartment before locking eyes with you and, what you could only describe as a skip, makes it way to you.
“hi baby-“ you greet him happily, but he doesn’t reply.
minho sits on the couch, opposite of you. he takes off his greenish-blue flannel, throwing it to the ground and dramatically flops over on the couch, laying his head on your thigh.
your fingers instinctively go to his hair, combing through his sweaty, but soft, brown hair. he makes himself more comfortable, pulling his knees up to his chest and shoving one arm under your thigh, giving it a tight hug.
“rough day?” you ask, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
“mhm,” he nods into your thigh. “‘m just exhausted.”
“would you rather go lay in my bed? it’s more comfortable?”
“no,” he giggles. “i think you’re more comfortable to lay on.”
he lifts his head up and you can see the mischievous look in his eye. he pulls you so that you are laying the same orientation as him. he situates himself so that his head lays on your chest, face down of course, and his legs are entangled in yours.
“minho!” you laugh, trying to push him off of you. “you’re gross and sweaty.”
“and you’re comfortable.” you can hear the smirk in his smug voice. he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles himself closer to you.
overstimulation jeongin x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, sex toys, slight bondage, multiple orgasms, p in v, squirting
0.5k words
you’ve vowed to never tease jeongin again.
you had made one joke about a time jeongin didn’t make you finish in front of his friends. granted, you were both exhausted and probably shouldn’t have indulged in anything that night. you both didn’t even fully undress, jeongin had pulled your pj shorts to the side and slid his pants down just enough to free himself. he finished pretty quick and took a second to rest which ended up with him falling asleep inside you.
he just kept going, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you.
“innie, its too much!” you whine and tug at his belt that’s tied you to the bed frame.
“oh,” he snickers. “i thought i didn’t ever make you finish.”
his attention is turned back to your cunt, where he has a vibrator pressed against your clit. his laid on his stomach between your legs as he watches your leaking cunt with awe.
“no you do, every time! you’re so good in bed, innie! i’m sorry for saying anything.” tears stream down your face and your legs shake like never before.
“no, no, no. i owe you for every time we’ve had sex and you didn’t finish.”
you feel yourself reaching the edge, could be anywhere from the seventh to hundredth time, you’ve completely lost count. a loud moan erupts from your throat and your thighs tighten around his arm as your release spills onto the sheets below you.
“innie, please, need a break,” you cry, trying to pry him off you with your feet.
“okay, okay,” he laughs as he turns the vibrator off and sets it on the bed next to you.
you sigh with relief and try to reground yourself. jeongin props himself up on his knees and reaches to the belt that’s restraining your hands. as he places the belt next to the toy, he soothingly rubs your reddening wrists.
before you can fully appreciate his comfort, jeongin grabs your hips with his large hands and pulls you down until you're flat on your back. before you can even realize what’s happening, his aching cock is pressing at your entrance and sliding in with one swift motion.
“innie!” you wail, your hands scratching at his forearms.
“what? we’re taking a break from that and doing this!”
with no warning, he begins to drill into you at an insane pace. your head falls back and your back arches off the bed, hands still clawing at his arms. you catch a quick glance at his face and see a smirk painted across his lips.
you feel another orgasm quickly brewing and before you can even warn him it washes over you. this one more intense than any of the others, if that was even possible. you vision goes white for a second and all your muscles cramp. the squelching sound of jeongin continually pounding into you fills the room alongside a laugh from him.
“i though i didn’t ever make you finish. and now you’re squirting all over my cock, hmm?” he cackles.
you look down to see remnants of your release shown on jeongin’s jeans, which he has just pulled down enough to free his cock. your face flushes red with embarrassment as your arms come up to cover your face.
he scoffs and interlocks his hands with yours, pinning them above your head.
daddy bangchan x gn!reader
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, daddy kink (obvi), unprotected sex, spanking (a bit)
0.7k words
it just slipped out, you didn’t even mean to say it. you’ve known that people call their partners that but it was never something you thought you’d enjoy calling chan.
“what did you just say?” chan stops mid-thrust.
“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to! it just came out! i’m-” apologizes pour from your mouth.
“say it again.” his voice drops an octave and his jaw clenches.
“what?”
his hands tighten around your waist and he leans down, pressing his back to your front. his lips gently press against your ear.
“say it again, please,” it comes out as a groan but you can hear the whining beg in his voice.
“daddy?” you whisper into the pillow, unsure of if chan can even hear you.
you can tell by the way he begins to move his hips again that he did. it’s slower and more gentle than the way he’s been pounding into you for the past couple minutes. his head rests on your shoulders and a loan deep groan comes from his throat.
“jesus fuck, y/n.”
“more, please,” you plead as you wiggling your hips back into his.
“beg,” he spits, standing back up off your back and pulling your hips closer to his.
“channie, please i-” you start but are quickly cut off by a harsh smack to your ass.
“what’s my name, baby?”
your face gets hot, you’re extremely grateful that it's buried so deep in the pillows that chan can’t see it. you know for a fact he’ll tease you about this afterwards, but at this point you’re so desperate to cum that the embarrassment is overtaken by lust.
“daddy, please. i need you to move.”
“my good, slut,” he coos before returning to his previous pace.
his hips slam harshly against your ass. his black fingernails dug so deep in your skin you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. the whines and cries that pour from your mouth are completely incoherent.
“you’re so good for daddy, baby.”
you feel so weak beneath him, your legs are begging to give out and your drooling onto his pillows. hearing chan call himself daddy was definitely hotter than you saying it, and he must have realized you felt that way.
“oh, clenching on daddy’s cock, hm?” chan moans, moving one of his hands to your ass. “you like it more when i call myself daddy, don’t you?”
you nod into the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric. he continues to fuck into you, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the deepest parts of you with every thrust. the pain of him stretching you out is gone and replaced with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. you’re beginning to slowly drift off to the warm and empty headspace where your only thought is chan but are abruptly pulled away by chan grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back.
one of his hands his still firm on your hip, but the other is tightly holding your wrists to your lower back. you feel dizzy at the way he has so much control over you and you can feel the familiar knot brewing in your stomach.
“daddy, g-gonna cum!” you whine, lifting your head with whatever strength you had left so your voice was muffled by the pillows.
“yeah? gonna cum for daddy? gonna make a mess for daddy?” chan groans. his voice sounding so deep and rough is what finally sends you over the edge.
“mhm! cumming, daddy!” you almost scream, not even worried if the other members are home.
“fuck,” he howls. “daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby.”
you feel his aching cock pulse deep in your hole before he paints your walls white. your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around his cock, milking it dry. you bite down on the pillow as chan continues to fuck you both through your orgasms.
“channie, channie, channie, too much.” you squirm your hips in desperation.
chan loosens his grip on your wrist and slowly pulls his softening cock out. his places a soft kiss on your reddening ass before helping you lie on your side. he lays down next to you, on his back, and you quickly curl up into his chest.
“you’re amazing, love,” he says, rubbing gently circles on your lower back. “daddy loves you.”
“shut up!” you cover your face with your arms. “never saying that word again. you never heard me say it!”
masturbation jisung x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, talk of eating pussy
1.1k words
jisung handed you one of his airpods and you placed it in your ear and threw one of your legs over top of his. he adjusted the blankets so that he could rest his laptop between you and still see you, but it still covered the two of you up incase of any uninvited visitors.
jisung had texted you an hour ago saying that none of the boys were home and you should come over and let him blow your back out. just as the two of you were about to get down to business, four of the members arrived home and made themselves home in the living room, which shared a wall with jisung’s bedroom.
you two were both too scared to get caught in the act and have been racking your brains for a solution to your guys’ problem for twenty minutes.
“wanna watch porn together?” you suggested.
“we don’t watch the same stuff,” jisung responded.
“watching you get off will get me off. you can turn on literally whatever you want.”
“you want to masturbate together?”
and now the two of you were here, both of your guys’ legs spread and hands between them as porn video of your mutual choices played through the airpods. you leaned your head on jisung’s shoulder as your eyes wandered between jisung’s cock and the video.
you weren’t super interested in the video. you picked it out together but in all honesty the real treat was watching jisung jerk himself off. watching him know exactly how to touch himself to make him feel the best made you aroused beyond belief.
he sent you a video of him masturbating once. you had asked once in conversation and later than week a video appeared in your text. you watched the way he teased himself with his thumb and he let his hips fuck up into his fist. you took note of his small quirks and implemented them the next time you pleasured him. afterwards he had asked you how you got so good at handjobs and you said you learned from the best.
you were doing the same thing now. watching how he focuses on his leaking slit. how he always holds in with the middle of his palm against the vein that ran up the underside and his fingers wrapped around and spread. you watched how he moved his wrist and how he tightened his grip at the base and loosened it towards the head.
your own fingers lazily rubbed your clit, gathering your own arousal with your digits to use as lube. very soft and quiet moans came from your mouths and jisung periodically placed kisses on the top of your head.
“y/n,” he whispers. “i love you.”
“i love you too, ji.” you reach for his unoccupied hand and squeeze it softly.
“you’re still okay with this, right?” he asks.
“mhm,” you reassure him, dipping your fingers into your hole again.
jisung lets go of your hand and moves his fingers to his mouth. you watch as his coats his digits with his spit before his arm crosses over the screen and he takes over rubbing circles on your clit. you moan softly as your hips unconsciously move up to his touch. something about the way he touches you feels better than when you do yourself.
you turn your attention back to the video playing in front of you. the guy has the girl pinned up against the wall of the shower and is eating her out from the back. the way the camera is angled allows for the stars to have complete anonymity, which makes it easy for you to picture you and jisung in this situation.
jisung had eaten you out from the back once before. it wasn’t in the shower but during one of their concerts, he came off after doing a solo performance and met where you were watching from the wings. he quickly grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you back to his private dressing room and bent you over the vanity and pulled your panties to the side.
“what are you thinking about?” jisung asks and you’re brought back to the present.
“hm?”
“you’re thinking, i can hear the gears turning in your head.”
you nod your head towards the porn video playing in front of you both. “thinking about when you had me like that in your dressing room.”
“ah,” he nods and places another kiss to the top of your head. “i was thinking about you while performing my song. when i saw you in the wing all i could think about was eating your pretty cunt.”
you moan softly and turn your attention back to jisung’s cock. you realize that he’s stroking himself at the same pace he’s circling your clit, you try to match your two fingers to the same pace as well.
“you tasted so good that night. would’ve ate you out again and again if i didn’t have to go back on stage.”
you move your hips up to feel more of him and turn your head to face him, he does the same. you lock eyes with him, and although the lighting is dim, you can still make out the lustful look in his eyes.
“i realized, when i got back on stage, that i still had your cum on my face.”
your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. the idea of him performing with your arousal on his face in front of thousands makes you dizzy.
“mhm.” jisung pressed his forehead to yours. “had me licking my lips like crazy. stays thought it was so hot and some fansites got some good pictures of it.”
you realize that jisung’s pace has sped up. you reach out your spare hand to grab the base of his cock and try to speed up your pace with the other.
“those pictures go viral every so often. and every time i see them, all i can think about is my tongue buried in your delicious pussy.”
the video is long forgotten. jisung and his dirty words send you over the edge. you whisper a small ‘cumming’ before spilling onto your hand and the sheets.
“that my girl. make a mess on our hands,” jisung coos, continuing to work your sensitive bud.
you look back to his aching cock and watch his hand work skillfully on it. you take your other hand, still slick with your release and rub it on the tip of his dick. he twitches and you can feel the vein on the underside pulse as he shoots his release into your other hand. you take your cum soaked hand to your lips and hold eye contact as you lick it clean.
“wow,” jisung sighs. “you’re amazing.”
“i didn’t even do anything, it was all you” you giggle.
“watching you cum gets me off better than any video,” he smiles.
