#seongmo x reader

[tmrwsuns]

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[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Rough Sex with 82Major 𐙚

Request

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Rough sex, Dom/sub dynamics, Spanking, Choking/breath play, Degradation, Praise, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Brat taming, Hair pulling, Marking… biting, bruises, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Restraint, Power imbalance, Emotional edge, No safewords… EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL THOUGH

Seongil

You’d been teasing him all day—mouthy, smug, bold. Sitting on his lap like you weren’t wearing that tight little outfit just to get a reaction. Whispering smart comments with that wicked look in your eyes, acting like he wouldn’t do anything about it.

But Seongil’s patience only stretches so far.

That’s why you’re face down on the bed now, wrists pinned behind your back with one hand while his other grips your hip tight enough to bruise. He’s fucking you hard—relentless, punishing, the way you asked for without saying a word.

“Thought you were being cute earlier, huh?” His voice is low, steady, but dangerous. Like the calm right before everything breaks.

Each thrust drives you forward, your moans caught between the sheets and the sharp slap of skin on skin. Your body’s shaking, already pushed too far—and he knows it.

“Oh, now you can’t talk?” he taunts, dragging his cock out slowly just to slam back in, ripping another cry from your throat. “You had a whole lot to say when you were acting up. What happened, baby?”

You whimper his name, but it only makes him rougher. His hand wraps around your throat, just enough pressure to make your head spin as he leans in close.

“You like it when I fuck you dumb, don’t you? Say it.”

You manage a broken, “Yes, daddy,” and it’s over for you after that.

He doesn’t stop until your legs give out, until your body’s a mess beneath him—sweaty, used, aching, satisfied. And when it’s done, when you’re trembling in his arms, Seongil’s the one pulling you into his chest, voice soft against your ear.

“Next time you wanna act like a brat… remember this.”

Yechan

You shouldn’t have posted that mirror selfie. Not with the crop top hiked up like that. Not with your thighs showing. And definitely not while tagging the studio.

Yechan saw it the second you hit upload.

Now you’re up against the wall in the dorm, arms above your head, one of his hands holding both wrists tight while the other’s gripping your thigh around his waist. His hips slam into yours again and again, rough and unforgiving, each thrust laced with irritation he never bothered to hide.

“Wanna act like you’re single?” he growls against your neck, voice low, teeth grazing skin. “Want the whole damn world looking at what’s mine?”

You’re trying to breathe, to speak, but all that comes out are moans, gasps—helpless sounds that make his eyes darken even more. His fingers slip around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who’s got you pinned like this. Who owns you like this.

Your back hits the wall with every thrust. He’s feral, but so controlled—driving you insane with the roughest rhythm you’ve ever felt, knowing exactly how deep to go, how hard to push. His lips bite down on your shoulder, marking you. “They can like the picture all they want. They don’t get to fuck you like this.”

Your body’s trembling, slick and ruined, and he doesn’t even slow down. You’re close, too close, and Yechan knows it. His hand moves to your jaw, forcing your eyes to stay on him.

“Come on. Show me who this pussy belongs to.”

You fall apart right there on the wall, legs going weak—but he’s not done.

He fucks you through it with a possessive, punishing pace until you’re crying his name, completely wrecked, head buried in his shoulder.

Then, and only then, does he pull back, dragging your face to his so he can kiss you like he didn’t just ruin you.

“Next time, post it without tagging the damn location.”

Seongmo

He warned you.

Told you not to keep grinding on his lap while he was on the phone, not to look at him like that and bite your lip like you didn’t know exactly what it did to him. But you just giggled and kept going—until he hung up mid-call.

Now you’re flat on your back, legs shaking around his waist as he fucks you deep and hard, his hands holding your thighs wide open with no chance of escape. His pace is merciless, but his voice—god, his voice—stays soft. Low. Warm.

“I told you, didn’t I?” he murmurs, brushing his lips across your temple even as his hips snap forward. “You push, I’ll give you what you’re asking for.”

Your fingers claw at his shoulders, overwhelmed, gasping, barely able to form words—and Seongmo loves it. Loves watching your eyes roll back, your body twitch, your mouth fall open for him.

“Too much?” he asks, almost sweet. Almost.

You nod, but it’s a lie, and he knows it. His hand slips down, finding your sweet spot without breaking rhythm.

“You say it’s too much, but you keep letting me in. Keep holding on like this pussy’s made for me.”

You cry out, high and helpless, legs trembling hard—and he slows for just a second, cupping your face as you come undone again beneath him.

“There you go, baby. That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

But he doesn’t stop. He leans in, presses his forehead to yours, and fucks you straight into another high, relentless but tender in all the places that make you feel his—only his.

When your body goes limp and your eyes flutter, he kisses your cheek and whispers, “Next time, sit still. Or I’ll ruin you worse.”

Seongbin

Seongbin doesn’t wait for permission. There’s no slow build, no soft touches—just pure, raw force the second you cross his line.

You thought the teasing was playful. You thought you could get away with biting your lip and arching your back, acting like you were in charge. But one look from him tells you otherwise.

Now, you’re bent over the edge of the bed, nails digging into the sheets, breath coming fast and uneven, while Seongbin grips your hips with iron strength. His cock rams into you hard and fast, each thrust pounding deep enough to shake your bones.

“Don’t fucking move,” he snarls, voice low and rough like gravel. “You think you’re the boss? I’m the one who decides.”

You whimper, but he tightens his hold, fingers digging into your skin, marking you like a warning.

“Good girl,” he spits, then pulls your hair back with a sharp tug, exposing your neck. His mouth closes over the sensitive skin, teeth grazing it just enough to make you shiver.

You try to speak, to beg or plead, but the only sound that escapes is a strangled moan. Seongbin doesn’t care. He’s taking what’s his, breaking you down in the best way.

“Come for me. Now.”

Your muscles clench, your body trembling as he drives you to the edge. No mercy, no apologies—just pure, unfiltered control.

When you finally shatter, your cries fill the room, loud and desperate. Seongbin catches you before you fall, holding you tight, voice softer but still firm.

“You’re mine. Don’t forget it.”

Seokjoon

You caught his eye the moment you laughed at that guy across the room—too loud, too carefree. Seokjoon saw the way the guy’s gaze lingered on you, and his jaw clenched tight.

Now, he’s got you slammed against the cold wall, one hand gripping your wrist high above your head, the other clutching your hip like he’s staking his claim.

“You think you can look at someone else like that?” he growls, voice low and deadly.

Before you can answer, his mouth crashes against your neck, teeth grazing and biting as his cock thrusts deep inside you without warning. Rough, fast, relentless—he’s not giving you a second to catch your breath.

His hips slam hard, every thrust pounding like he’s angry, possessive, wanting to remind you exactly who you belong to. His grip tightens on your waist, digging into your skin, pulling you flush against him.

“Say it,” he commands, voice thick with need and jealousy. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You can barely breathe, the sting of his roughness mingling with the heat pooling low in your belly. “I’m yours,” you manage to whisper.

“Good,” Seokjoon spits, slamming into you even harder, his pace merciless. “Only mine.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you like he’s punishing the whole world for even looking at you. Each thrust is brutal, but somehow, beneath it all, you can feel the desperate possessiveness wrapped around it like a burning chain.

When your body shakes apart, trembling and dripping, Seokjoon doesn’t let up until you’re completely undone—exhausted, wrecked, and utterly his.

He presses a harsh kiss to your lips, voice ragged, “Nobody gets you like I do.”

[kyungmintws]

Hi there I saw the tag 82major x reader and here I am 😼 I'd like to request Seongmo as a sub BUT a very bratty one like teasing you and testing your patience the whole time just bc he can 😵‍💫

…bf!seongmo x fem!reader ~

| submissive boyfriend seongmo! |

warnings: nsfw, riding, m! submissive, m! spanking, m! brat taming, creampie (dont do this guys)

i think thats all the tags let me know if I missed any!

There he is—Seongmo, sprawled out on the edge of the bed like he owns the damn place. His shirt hangs open, revealing the smooth planes of his chest, and those dark eyes lock onto yours with a smirk that screams trouble. He's always like this, pushing buttons, dangling just enough submission to keep you hooked but never quite giving in without a fight.

“What are you waiting for?” he drawls, his voice low and mocking as he props himself up on his elbows. His legs part slightly, inviting, but the tilt of his chin says he's daring you to make the first move. You step closer, and he chuckles softly, shifting so his thigh brushes against your leg—teasing, testing, like he's measuring how long it takes for your patience to snap.

You grab his wrist, pulling him up to sit, and he doesn't resist, but his free hand trails lazily down your arm, fingers dancing light enough to send sparks through your skin. “Oh, getting rough already?” he murmurs, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosts over your neck. But when you try to pin him back, he twists just out of reach, laughing breathlessly. “Make me.”

His bratty defiance only fuels the fire. You shove him down flat on the mattress, climbing over him to straddle his hips. He squirms beneath you, not to escape, but to grind up against you teasingly, his hardening cock pressing through the thin fabric of his pants against your core. 'Is that all you've got?' he taunts, even as his hands clutch at your thighs, pulling you down harder.

You silence him with a firm grip on his jaw, tilting his head back to expose the column of his throat. Your lips crash against it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and he gasps, arching into the touch. But true to form, he doesn't stay quiet—his fingers dig into your sides, nails scraping lightly as he whispers, “Bet you can't make me beg for it.”

The challenge hangs in the air, thick with tension. You slide a hand down his chest, popping open his pants and shoving them down his thighs. His cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, and he bites his lip, watching you with hooded eyes. You wrap your fingers around him, stroking slow and deliberate, thumb circling the head to smear the precum. He bucks into your hand, a whine escaping despite his efforts, but then he smirks again. “Faster, or are you just gonna play with it all night?” He fake whines and pouts.

Patience fraying, you tighten your grip, pumping him harder while your other hand pins his hip down. He moans, loud and unfiltered, but twists his head to nip at your shoulder—playful rebellion. “Fuck, yes—wait, no, slower now. Make it last.” His voice is breathy, contradictory, designed to drive you insane.

You pull back just enough to flip him onto his stomach, yanking his hips up so his ass is presented to you. He glances over his shoulder, that infuriating grin still in place. “Gonna spank me? Promise it'll hurt good.” You don't hold back, delivering a sharp slap to his cheek that makes him jolt forward with a yelp, his cock twitching against the sheets.

“Again,” he demands, pushing back for more, even as his voice cracks. You oblige, alternating slaps with soothing rubs, watching his skin pink up under your palm. He grinds against the bed, seeking friction, but you pull him away, flipping him onto his back with a rough shove. His eyes widen for a split second before that smirk returns, cock standing rigid against his abdomen, flushed and ready.

You strip off your own clothes quickly, climbing back over him to straddle his waist. His hands immediately grab your hips, guiding you down, but you bat them away, taking control. “My pace,” you warn, reaching between your legs to grasp his shaft, lining the thick head up with your slick entrance. He groans as you sink down slowly, inch by inch, your pussy stretching around him until you're seated fully, his balls pressed against your ass.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he hisses, hips twitching upward, but you pin his shoulders down, starting to roll your hips in a deliberate grind. He watches you with those challenging eyes, biting back a moan as you lift and drop, setting a rhythm that has him filling you completely with every descent. “Thats all? Ride me like you mean it.”

His taunts spur you on. You brace your hands on his chest, nails digging in as you bounce harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. He thrusts up to meet you, but you control the depth, slowing when he gets too eager, clenching your inner walls around his cock to make him gasp. Sweat beads on his forehead, and he reaches up to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples, but you swat his hand away again, leaning down to bite his lower lip.

“Touch me without permission and I'll stop,” you growl, straightening up to ride him faster, your clit grinding against his pubic bone with each downward slam. He laughs breathlessly, but it's strained now, his defiance cracking as pleasure builds. “Please... harder. Don't hold back.” The words tumble out, half-plea, half-demand, and you reward him by quickening your pace, fucking yourself on his dick with relentless force.

You grab his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while the other trails down to where you're joined, circling your clit to heighten the sensation. He bucks wildly beneath you, moaning your name like a curse, his cock throbbing inside your pussy. “Gonna cum? Beg for it properly,” you demand, slowing just enough to edge him.

“Fuck—please, let me cum inside you,” he whines, finally breaking, eyes squeezing shut as you resume the punishing ride. The tension coils tight; your own release builds from the friction, the way he stretches you, hits every sensitive spot. You clench around him deliberately, milking his shaft, and he shatters with a raw shout, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy as his body arches off the bed.

The pulsing of his cock pushes you over, orgasm ripping through you in waves, your walls fluttering around him as you grind down one last time, drawing out every drop. You collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, slick and spent. He wraps his arms around you loosely, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips as he nuzzles your hair. “Not bad... but next time, I might make you work harder for it… Took you long enough to break me." But the way he nuzzles into your touch says he's already plotting the next round of teasing.

[mochasrealm]

Nam Seongmo sub thoughts

Pairing: Nam Seongmo (82MAJOR) x neutral!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI)

Tags: sub!Seongmo, handjobs, edging, orgasm denial, light bondage, pet names, degradation, praise kink, sex toys, multiple rounds, voice kink, mentions of riding

Author's note: Well... this is basically a self-indulgent post cause he's babygirl, I literally talk about wanting to get him pregnant on a regular basis (chances are that if you search up "pregnant" on my twitter profile, 2 out of 3 posts will be me wanting to get him pregnant with triplets) but anyways, let's get into it hehehe >:)

Well, like I said on my 82M as dom/sub/switch post, this guy is mostly a switch with dom tendencies, but there are times where he gets all subby :3

He sometimes acts all pent up wanting some action to the point he can act all bratty, like I'm talking about whining, acting frustrated and being clingy :3

So, he'd love a good handjob, making some cute whines when you jerk him off, he'd melt into your touch the moment you take control of the pace, going too fast or too slow, he'd get very needy :3

He won't admit it but he'd love it if you edge him or deny him release, he'd get extremely frustrated and would beg for release, it gives him a huge adrenaline rush and he loves a good rush :3

He also would like it if you tie his wrists and pin them above his head and have your way with him :3

He also gets very giddy if you call him affectionate names like "puppy", "baby", it makes him want to submit to you and let you do whatever you want <3

At the same time, if you degrade him, or mock or tease him, it riles him up and he gets even needier >:D

He also loves getting off on praise. While you ride him or do some foreplay on him, praising him throughout it has him getting all shy and smiling widely :(

He also would love it if you use toys on him, a little vibrator to his cock would make him whimper so loud, the neighbours might as well hear him from a distance :3

And this man might have one of the best endurance in the group. So yeah, he'd love it if you go multiple rounds on him, not letting him rest at all, he'd get all whiny and begging for some mercy :3

So yeah, subby Seongmo means a long but fun, talkative session, this guy gets off on voice or anything that stimulates his mind, he loves hearing your praise or degrading talks or hear himself whine for you :3

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Author's note: well, I hope you enjoyed :3 now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna hatch a plan on how to get him pregnant with my triplets (mpreg is real, you just need to try trust 🤞) /j

[badtitude]

Hi!! Read your bf yechan headcanons and I really enjoyed it! I was wondering if you could do one with seokjoon or seongmo

≡ AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !! NAM SEONGMO

(when you are in a relationship with him ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 875 words : fluff + suggestive (mdni!) : thank you for requesting! i'm sorry it took a while, i hope you enjoy this </3

boasting about you

seongmo is kinda the archetype of a male wife, he'll wear those dumb "i love my girlfriend" t-shirts unironically just to get the chance to mention you. everyone around him would know the most random things about you just cause he'll take any chance to talk about you. he doesn't necessarily boast but he does believe he's extremely lucky to be the one you love.

during your achievements he's there making sure everyone there pays attention to how amazing you are. whether you're the most important person there or not, he sees you as that. he’ll always make sure to mention you, mindlessly flaunting all the ways he admires you.

your number one supporter

seongmo is the type to truly admire you, no matter how far you've gotten or if you're only just conceptualizing the idea, he can already see your success clearly. he's always ready to be the help you need, he likes that he's able to be part of your accomplishments. no matter what you do whether your contribution is minimal or essential, he’s ready to praise you for it.

he’s extremely passionate about you, being there for you, cheering you on. he’s that one voice that helps you keep pushing forward. when you talk, he’s listening with his utmost attention. his eyes filled with genuine affection, not only enamored by your words but your beauty as well.

only has ears for your laugh

though he doesn’t have a 100% success rate he loves making you laugh. it doesn’t matter if you’re laughing at him or with him, if he sees a hint of an amused smile he’s satisfied. perhaps he tries too hard at times but even that ends up being funny so it works out for him.

however loving your laugh also somehow comes with ignoring your nagging. he will awkwardly act unaware about whatever you’re complaining about, not because he doesn’t care but because he knows you’re right. it’s always silly little things like not dressing warm enough or forgetting small tasks, but regardless after the awkward ignoring he ends up complying.

magnetic attraction

you’re the only cure to his cravings. seongmo is objectively extremely clingy and there’s nothing to do about it. whether it’s obvious or subtle he finds a way to get his hourly dose, from quick glances across crowded spaces to make out sessions in the privacy of your room.

“You’re back!” you smile as he walks into your bedroom. He walks straight to you on the bed, settling himself comfortably beside you. Close enough to kiss you with a simple head turn.

“I’m back.” He breaths out, forgetting the exhausting day with smooth kisses, burying his face in your neck.

very territorial

seongmo lowkey gets jealous really easily but he tries to play it off as a joke so you don't end up finding him annoying. he doesn't like when there's room to wonder if you're single, he'll make it known in every way he can. PDA is just an excuse to remind everyone you're happily taken, and that that will not change anytime.

when he happens to notice you having fun with other guys, he'll playfully tease you for enjoying yourself without him. it's very obviously a joke but he does genuinely get jealous.

"nothing is ever that funny." he shakes his head in disbelief. you glance at him, following his steps as you walk home together. a scoff escapes your lips, ready for his endless nagging.

"i'm just saying, a giggle would have sufficed." he raises his hands surrendering before you can snap back at him.

"i'm sure you'll be more carefully next time... show only two teeth preferably." you swing your arm towards him hoping to shut him up, but he dodges it quickly while blurting multiple apologies.

subtle hints

he's super sneaky with his intentions, he'd never make it obvious what ever is on his mind but instead he'd hope you figure it out with the things he says or does. somehow from a playful situation you end up the most steamy moments. whether cause he's too shy to actually initiate anything or just cause he'd rather you take the lead, that's as far as he'll go.

"how's it?" you ask after tying your hair in a loose bun. his eyebrows squeeze with the soft frown on his face as he looks at the mess on your head.

"honestly, you've done worse." he gets up from his seat to stand behind you, "i'll fix it." you sigh knowing what ever he's going to do is not going to be better.

you can feel the pull of the bun on the top of your head, so you know not to expect anything great. once you look at the state of your hair in your phone camera, you glare up at him towering over you.

"what? you look cute." he laughs enjoying the pout on your lips.

"plus it's easier for me to grab your hair from there." he says grabbing on your bun with a playful grin.

depending on if you play into his jokes or not, he might get embarrassed, his boldness only last in the moment of the build up, from there it's up to you.

[writtenbycleo]

dislike | 남성모

★ pairing: 남성모 nam seongmo x reader

★ summary: there's a thin line between love and hate

★ wc: 1.2k words

★ warnings: none?.

★ n/a: once again, me just writing dumb things because i can, so please don't take it that seriously.

★ permanent taglist: @blubb0 @gyubvlin

"Do you hate me?” 

That's the question you find yourself asking at him, making him almost choke on his drink. Its an insane way to break the ice, he thinks, since you had spent the last few minutes sitting in silence, sporadically sipping your drink as you hoped, prayed even, for someone else to comeback, not wanting to leave the boy alone. You thought he hated you but you weren't going to be a bitch about it.

He didn't expect this ambush, even less in the middle of a ‘midweek celebration’ for their latest hit, which was just an excuse to go to a barbecue and get drunk in the middle of the week, a decision Seongmo was sure they were going to regret the next day but he couldn't find it in himself to say no, even less once he knew you were tagging along. 

“What? No?” he says, trying to defend himself from the accusation. You would have loved to believe him hadn't he acted like you didn't exist half of the time since you knew each other, and the other half was reserved for annoyed stares and huffs. 

Being honest with himself, Seongmo didn't know why he acted that way when you were around. It had been an ongoing joke in their friend group that he was kind of a tsundere, but he didn't think it was true. At least that was what he liked to believe, until you came into his life. 

You were friends with Seokjoon, appearing someday in the studio under the pretense of giving him his charger back, or something like that, he couldn't remember what it was, what was the reason that had brought you there. What he does remember was seeing you through the glass dividing the recording booth, and not being able to stop himself from thinking how pretty you were, even if his first impression of you was that you were his friend's girlfriend.

From then on, he kept seeing you almost everywhere, you started dropping by more often, or maybe he just now was realizing how close you were with Seokjoon, re watching the stories he posted of you fooling around in his private story over and over again. And he supposed it would be easy, talking to you, getting to know you, but he just couldn't approach you without his tone getting sharper, his remarks getting meaner. He hoped you could see the fondness in his gaze, the adoration hidden between his bitter comments, but alas, you never seemed to catch it, not that he blamed you for it. 

“Everyone knows it” you say, leaning away from him. you both were sitting on the same side of the booth, where previously your self proclaimed best friend had sat in the middle, acting as a human shield, who now was way too preoccupied getting you more drinks, having abandoned you with the older boy, since it seemed like everyone else had decided to leave you two alone to fend for yourselves, occupying themselves with random side quests that didn't include you. 

“I don't hate you” he repeats, and he would have liked to at least sound believable.

“Well, why do you dislike me” you reiterate, turning to look at him. And he wishes you didn't, not wanting to see you all pretty and dolled up, staring at him expectingly, a pout on your lips that drove him insane. 

“It's not that I dislike you,” he says, turning his attention to the rim of his glass, which he's tracing with the tip of his finger with an intensity you would think only a brain surgeon would need. 

“Well? what is it?” you start getting annoyed at his dismissive behavior, finding it so frustrating how he refused to give you a concise answer. “Now you tell me something dumb like there's a thin line between love and hate and I sock you in the face.” you add, finishing your drink in one go.  

You turn to look at him only to find him already staring at you, a deer in the headlights look in his face. 

“You are kidding me.” 

“It's not like that” he says hurriedly, trying to excuse himself. 

“Then explain, how is it then?” 

“Okay maybe it is like that”  he confesses, not daring to look back at you. “But it's not on purpose. I just get nervous around you. And I don't know how to act, how to approach you, so I end up fumbling my words and messing up, so I thought pushing you away would be easier.”

You are shocked, to say the least. Truth to be told, you had always had a liking towards the boy, teasing Seokjoon about him until he finally folded, letting you meet his friends under various promises and threats, only to be disappointed once the reason of your hard work nagging your friend seemed to hate you. Once you shared your worries with the guy, he had laughed as if you had told him the funniest joke, only to tell you not to worry because there was no way Seongmo hated you, yet you couldn't find yourself to believe it since the boy acted as if you nauseated him. 

Now, it made sense why Seokjoon was so adamant on the fact that the boy didn't hate you. It made sense why you always found his stare lingering the longest, his texts asking if you were coming, which you wrongly assumed was to mentally prepare himself to suffer, only that you had missed the reason why. Now all of his behavior made more sense, or some sense at least. 

“You are so stupid” you say, feeling your face heat up at his confession.

“Hey,” he tries to defend himself. “Yeah, no I deserved that. I'm sorry I can't function around pretty girls.” Seongmo says, trying to sound nonchalant, albeit failing, but not letting that deter him as he rests his arm on the back of the couch, barely brushing your shoulder. The way you looked, all flustered, had confirmed to him that maybe, his feelings weren't one sided.

“So you think I'm pretty?” you tease, since it's not every day a handsome guy confesses he can barely function around you, and you were planning to make the most out of it.

“Everyone thinks you are pretty,” he says, matter of factly, “I'm sure Dogyun still isn't over his crush on you” 

“Well too bad for him. I have my eye on someone else” you mess with him, watching as his eyes widen at the information. You always had a thing for pretty guys it seems.

“Yeah? and who is the lucky guy?” he asks, cocky smirk on his face, which you don't know if you want to kiss or punch it off.

“My biggest hater it seems” that comments earns you a huff from the male, pulling you closer to him by the shoulder. 

"Only someone stupid would hate you"

"Well he's not the brightest tool in the shed" you comment sarcastically, sending him a mocking smile. He barely even register the aggression, way more focused on how pretty you looked under the neon lights, smiling at him.

The conversation is cut short when the rest of the attendees make their way back to the table, everything going back to the way it was, except for the small things, like the way his arm is draped across your back, his hand drawing circles along your shoulder, or the way you suddenly laugh at his comments. Things don't go unnoticed by the rest of the boys, that exchange knowing glances.

[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Seongmo x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Request: Yes

Notes: It took exactly a year, lmao, I’m super super sorry for the wait, anon! Hope you like it, nonetheless. 😅🤍

“Hey, babe?” You called your boyfriend out loud as you rummaged through all the cabinets on the kitchen. “Do you know where my sweets went? I placed them on the top cupboard and now I can’t find them.”

“Hmm, no.” Seongmo spoke as he entered the room. “Are you 100% sure you did?”

“Yeah, I got home from work and went straight to put them away.”

You studied his expression for a moment, trying to see if he was lying. Lucky for you, the brown haired wasn’t that great at lying. If you looked closely you could see that even if he had a “relaxed” expression he was fighting a smile.

“You ate them, didn’t you?” You crossed your arms.

“No.” You gave him a look. Your boyfriend groaned. “Fine. I did.”

“Seongmo!”

“I’m sorry, babyyy. I got hungry in the middle of the night and found them. I was going to replace them after you went off to work.”

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Don’t be mad, pretty girl. I’ll go to the store right now if you want to.”

“Okay… go.”

He pouted. “You want your favorites?”

“Please.” You nodded.

“Be right back.”

“Thank you, my love.” You kissed his cheek.

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𐙚 How They Eat You Out 𐙚

Seongil's dominance would be subtle and unmistakable. He would begin by gently pinning your wrists above your head, his fingers wrapping around them like a soft cuff. "You're all mine now," he would whisper, his breath hot against your ear before kissing his way down to your throbbing heat. Before starting to eat you out his tongue go back and forth between your clit and your aching hole. Seongil would apply just enough pressure to make you squirm. Occasionally moaning softly as you pull his hair. The vibrations going right through you sending shivers down your spine. "Look at me." he would command, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to tease you with his lips and tongue making you fall apart.

Yechan loves when you sit on his face using his tongue as you please driving him insane. Looking up at you with adoring eyes as you lower yourself onto his face, wrapping his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he begins to lick and suck. After making you come twice he tells you to ride him. “I know you can give me one more baby. I want you to use me, make yourself feel good” He would use his tongue to tease you, applying gentle pressure and then increasing it as you start to move on top of him. "Yes, like that," he would moan, his voice filled with pleasure. "I love the way you taste." As you continue to ride his face, he would use his hands to guide you, helping you to find the perfect rhythm and pressure. "You're so good at this, I could do this all night"

Seongmo would be more aggressive in his approach. He would grab your hips, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he pulls you closer. "I’m going to devour you until you’re screaming for me to stop," he would growl, his mouth descending upon you like a storm. His tongue would be rough and unrelenting, pushing you to the edge of overstimulation. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he would pull back, his chest heaving with exertion. "Not yet," he would say, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want to make you beg for more." Throughout the night he will repeatedly tease edging you at leave five times before finally letting you make a mess all over him.

Seongbin's approach would be more meticulous, his focus solely on your pleasure. He would map out every inch of your body, searching for the perfect spots to apply pressure. "I want to make you feel good," he’d say, his eyes locked on yours as he goes down on you. Using his fingers to apply gentle pressure on your clit rubbing it just enough to tease you until you're on the edge of overstimulation. Just when you think you're going to explode, he would pull back, his chest rising and falling with exertion. "Not yet," he would say, his voice low and husky. "I want you to come on my dick baby."

Lastly, Seokjoon's dominance would be absolute, his confidence and self-assurance radiating. He would take charge, lips and tongue moving with a sense of pure intent. "You're mine," he would declare, his voice firm and commanding. When he starts to eat you out, using his hands to hold you in place, fingers digging deep into your skin. "Look at me," he would command, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to tease you with his lips and tongue. "I want to see you come apart from my mouth." As he senses your orgasm approaching, he would increase the intensity of his movements, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to push you over the edge. And when you finally come, he would feel your body tense up and then release, a gush of fluid squirting out of you as you reach the peak of your pleasure. "Yes, that's it baby”. “I want to see you lose it for daddy." He’d say before continuing to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm, until you're left trembling and gasping for air.