“you’re not leaving this bed until i say so.” → seungcheol with his classic leader dominance energy 👅 rae will like this. AND THANK YOU FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY
I'm afraid I tricked you again, I swear the MDNI divider is just to keep the aesthetic atp. Need to stop doing it or people will think I'm a fluff writer or something
S.COUPS x Reader // WC: 0.3k // G: Fluff
Mornings were the most difficult. It wasn’t just about leaving the bed, leaving each other’s side – but also about what awaited out there, the work and other responsibilities, commonly known as being an adult.
Today, you took a day off work, fully convinced that one day of vacation will allow you to catch up to all the things you’ve missed out on in the past weeks, like getting some formalities done, grocery shopping, maybe even catching up some TV dramas, if the time allowed.
Except you weren’t the only one who seemed to have a similar idea. You only noticed that when you tried to get up from bed, only for an arm to wrap around your waist and pull you back down with force that didn’t leave any room for discussion.
“You’re not leaving this bed until I say so.”
Seungcheol's voice was raspy and laced with grogginess, but even in this state, he easily held you down against his chest. When you made the slightest attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, he only rolled you onto your stomach and put most of his body weight on top of yours, rendering your attempts useless.
“Ugh, Cheol, I have taxes to do” you grumbled, although you couldn’t help but let out a long yawn upon feeling the warm pillow under your face again.
“Who’s more important, your boyfriend or your taxes?”
You were completely certain the “importance” of each was discussable, but you wouldn’t exactly say that in his face. However, your fondness levels were a pretty straightforward indicator.
“Do you not have anything to do today?” you asked, angling yourself so you could see his face.
His eyes were closed but a soft smile lingered on his lips. He leaned down, lips pressing into your neck, planting open-mouthed, lazy kisses.
“Mhm, only you.”
You rolled your eyes but finally gave in, relaxing in his embrace. It seemed to made him even happier.
At least until you spoke the next words.
“Sounds perfect, then you’ll do the grocery, too .”
you're lucky you're pretty because you're the most ungrateful of all my children 😔
S.COUPS x Reader // WC: 0.5k // G: Smut, demon!S.COUPS // TW: Corruption, religious themes // SW: Fingering
“Just say yes.”
It hangs heavy in the air. It’s like a question, but not quite. A challenge, maybe. His anticipation of your next steps. Yours – of finding out in what other ways will he try to coerce you. Neither of you seem quite ready to make your words final.
But he has power over you that you cannot quite pinpoint. It sets the blood in your veins ablaze. It’s like you’re conditioned to lose at least part of your sanity whenever he’s nearby. And all the more when he holds you against his warm chest and his hand hovers your clothed core.
“Why can’t you just…”
“Not until you agree.”
“Is it worth it? Soul for sex?”
Laughter resonates through his body. The sound is comforting enough that it makes you lean your head back against his shoulder. His lips brush your temple.
“Don’t you want to find out?”
You are curious. But are you curious enough? Or is the truth worth the risk that it brings? You whine. Is it even fair to make you make that choice when you’re feverish like that?
You wrap your fingers around his palm and press it down against your crotch. There’s barely any friction, but it’s something.
“Is this an agreement?” he urges you to speak.
“N-no” you mumble. You think he will pull away, but he doesn’t, indulging you a bit.
“Or do you need me to show you what you will be missing?”
You almost moan at the relief that these words bring. Anything, please. Even if short-lived. Even if obsolete. Even if he takes it away in the end – it doesn’t matter. You need it here and now.
You didn’t notice it earlier, but you now see the claws that end his fingers. There’s a subtle scent of sulfur in the air. It makes you tense when he slides your underwear to the side and his single clawed finger runs down your entrance. Smoothly. The sensitive skin picks up the sharp edge right away. Somehow, it doesn’t feel unpleasant. Somehow, if he was to bury both his hands in you and rip you apart like that, you don’t imagine it hurting.
His thumb pulls up the skin above your clit and his pointer finger presses on it, making your body twitch. Slow, controlled movements follow, and you’re melting into him, moaning, whimpering, hands grasping onto any bits of him that you can find. He whispers in your ear. It’s sinful. It’s borderline degrading. You barely hear the words – but his voice fills you to the brim. His presence does.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” he murmurs, teeth nibbling at your ear. Sharp. Maybe drawing blood. You can’t be sure. He’s everywhere.
“Yes, Cheol- Fuck, please, yes-”
And just like that, he answers your pleas. As he promised.
And just like that, your soul is his own. As you agreed.
hiiiii, im here for the blurbs. “stay quiet or they’ll hear what i’m doing to you.” → wonwoo pls 🫶🏼
Goodness gracious, I have sinned. Putting it all under the cut because it's nasty from the start.
Wonwoo x Reader // WC: 0.3k // G: Smut // TW: none // SW: semi-public sex, angry sex
A string of saliva runs down your lip, smudging the remains of your lipstick and foundation beneath. It forms a string from your chin, longer and longer with every thrust until it lands on the counter your chest is pressed against.
You whimper. You moan.
And you almost let out a cry when he changes his angle and the tip of his cock hits your uterus. Wonwoo reaches, clamping his hand over your mouth.
“Stay quiet or they’ll hear what I’m doing to you” he almost growls. His touch is brutal. Merciless. It’s not just rough; it’s destructive.
His hand comes back down soon, though, because – fuck – he needs to hold onto you well with how hard he’s pounding into you.
Earlier, when you argued with him in front of his friends – innocently at first, but quickly starting to test his patience – you didn’t expect the anger that would follow.
Then, when you dared him to take it out on you in the restaurant’s bathroom, you didn’t even expect him to actually follow through.
But, most of all, you didn’t expect him to go all out and absolutely ruin you, making sure that the moment you leave and join his friends again, it will be all too obvious that you didn’t exactly go there to “powder your nose”. Even if you fixed your makeup and hair, somehow.
“N-not like… th-they won’t… guess” you pant out through gritted teeth, words coming out broken from every thrust.
He leans down and nibbles on your earlobe.
“Shut up or I’ll make you go out there with my cum leaking down your thighs.”
You genuinely believe he has too much decency and respect to disturb other people with such a crude sight. After all, Wonwoo? He would never…
So it won’t hurt testing it out, just to make sure, right?
Soonyoung had many faces. It would be foolish to think that you have seen every single one. It would be even more foolish to think that you can predict which one he will wear each time. But the most foolish of all, would be to think that you have any control over where things would go with him.
It started off exactly as you planned: pushing him down on your bed and straddling his chest, pinning his wrists down with all the force you could muster at the moment, taking him aback by your boldness. The edge of your flowy skirt brushed his chin, making him stutter. He didn’t move a muscle, laying back and letting you do as you pleased, while the surprise on his face quickly morphed into curiosity.
Making sure his hands stayed in place, you brought yours to his face and ran your finger down his jaw. The dominance in your touch was apparent, and his breath hitched when you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled gently at the roots, a small whimper escaping his lips at the treatment.
“Come here” he suddenly uttered.
Not waiting for your command or request, he reached behind you and pushed you forward. You lost the balance for a second before clutching the headboard. The fabric of your skirt covered his face and his chest shook in a soft laughter before he pushed it out of the way, his eyes meeting yours.
His lips wrapped around your clothed core, the sudden warmth causing your composure to falter. You couldn’t see his lips, but the way his eyes sparkled in amusement made it clear that he was smirking at your flushed expression.
If you thought you were going to be in charge just because you were on top, it was a mistake on your end.
Because Soonyoung’s one arm wrapped around your thigh, keeping you tightly against him, while the other pushed your underwear to the side while keeping your other thigh from closing in.
And his lips? His lips worked around you like he was a man starved, relentlessly, as if he would never get tired of it. Your moans soon filled the air and your eyes slipped closed as you lurched forward, holding onto the headrest for dear life. You tried to keep yourself at least somewhat upright, but – hells – if not for Soonyoung’s hold, you would have fallen over.
And just when you were about to be pushed over the edge, he suddenly pulled you back a little, his mouth disappearing from you and his thumb taking its place instead, circling your clit slowly.
You whimpered and sent him a half-lidded glance. He smirked.
“You’re shaking… Does it feel that good?”
He knew the answer to that one.
“Soonyoung…”
“Tell me” he teased slowly, eyes cast down to observe his own movements, simultaneously slowing them down – dragging it out to keep you at the edge, but never letting you cross through. His gaze made you feel all the more exposed. “Tell me how I make you feel.”
“So good, Soonyoung, so good” you moaned. “Please…”
“That’s what I thought.”
He pushed you back up, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, and you didn’t even comprehend how fast and easily he made you tip over, his hands holding you down against him as your broken voice cried his name into the headrest, all muscles tensing beyond your control for what seemed to drag into eternity.
When, some minutes later, the two of you laid next to each other under a cozy blanket, and you were so damn spent that your legs still shivered when you tried to move, there was no way for you to wipe the smug smirk that appeared on Soonyoung’s face the moment he pulled away from your crotch.
In conclusion, you were in charge over him for a total of ten seconds before succumbing to him – as always – and you had a feeling he would rub it in your face later.
Well, you thought, this time it didn’t work out. But it only meant it was worth trying again, right?
“stay quiet, angel. i don’t want them to hear how much you like being ruined.” → heheheheh my man jeonghan
Have a RAT
Jeonghan x Reader // WC: 0.4k // G: Strongly suggestive, dom!Jeonghan // SW: Use of remote toys in public
You’re tempted to curse him out in all languages you know enough to do so. Someone has just asked you a question and you want to slap yourself for how dumb your answer sounded, but more importantly, you don’t even remember what the question was barely a minute later when you dig your fork into the food in front of you.
People are chatting, food smells delicious. You try to disguise the moan that rips out with how good it tastes as you quickly put some in your mouth to busy yourself. You hope that nobody noticed. You think they didn’t. Everyone is talking to someone. But you still hide behind your hair so that they can’t see your face as you pretend that the food is the only thing you’re focused on.
“The cake is really heavenly, you should try some” sounds out next to you. You notice that your plate is already empty and Jeonghan takes it from you, putting on something that does, in fact, look like heaven. You exhale with relief, seeing that both of his hands are busy for that moment.
But then they reach out to his pocket and you don’t have to see the remote to tense up.
The vibrations rip through you so hard at that moment that you can’t hold back a whimper and his hand is instantly in your hair, tilting your head to him in what to anyone else would look like a display of affection. The slight sting in your scalp, however, says otherwise.
“Stay quiet, angel” he murmurs against your ear. There is threat in his voice and an innocent smile on his lips. “I don’t want them to hear how much you like being ruined.”
The vibrations cease just a little, just enough to let you compose yourself. Someone regards you with a questioning glance and you reply with a smile. But the way you dig your fork into the cake is laced with all the frustration that’s gathered in you at this point. The cake falls apart from your ministrations.
At least it’s tasty enough to comfort you when the vibrations pick up again.
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You squirm. Ropes dig deeper into your skin. The position is just a bit uncomfortable – enough to keep you aware of it, but not enough to bother you in the long run, because at the very least, your joints aren’t suffering too much.
You’re laid on your side. The name Jihoon told you earlier was “gyaku ebi”, but it didn’t tell you much – he let you learn the meaning hands-on, so to speak.
Then, he put a gag in your mouth, tied a vibrator between your thighs and sat back in his armchair – some video game paused on the screen behind him – using the remote control to mess with your poor self resting on his bed.
You aren’t sure, at this point, if you want more or less of the stimulation. When you shift in the slightest – as much as the ropes allow you to – you don’t really have the choice, and the angles change, never quite allowing you to get used to them. Jihoon watches you with a subtle smile on his lips, as though fascinated.
Your own eyes, slight hazed, are fixated on him as well, trying to catch every single movement that would imply that he’s about to change the pattern once again.
When he finally does, you let out a whimper. That's all you can do to let him know that you noticed.
Was this an hour already? You’re so riled up, but nowhere close to cumming, although now every vibration echoes through your body tenfold. You’re acutely aware that the vibrations had only gone lighter ever since the beginning, because right now you react so much stronger to every single stimulus you’re granted.
When he finally turns off the device, you don’t even notice it at first; the vibrations echo through your bones, making you tingle all over. You’ve drooled all over the sheets by now, but it doesn’t register, either.
He stands up and your senses hyper-focus on his presence.
He sits down next to you, almost casually, and reaches with his hand, patting your cheek where your skin is wet from the saliva. Then his had moves down your neck, but you don't have the strength left to tense at that. Feathery touches, gentle, teasing at best. He runs them over the rope, making sure everything is as tight as intended, then checks on your wrists and hands.
Once he’s certain everything is in order, his touch moves even lower, until it’s at the level of the still device. Moving it out of the way, he presses his fingers against your clit. You let out a whine and squirm. Do you want more? Do you want less? Every touch is like fire now. And the saliva is not the only liquid staining the bedsheets.
“You’re so sensitive… But I barely touched you” he speaks with a smirk and your face makes it clear that you would curse him out for the audacity, if only the gag in your mouth didn’t make your opinion rather irrelevant. It makes him smile wider. He turns up the vibrator again and wraps his hand over it, pressing it into you. Your mind crumbles. “Here you go…”
You let out a long whine and he finally shows mercy, allowing the gag to come off. Your face is covered in drool as you pant and whimper.
“Ji-Jihoon…”
“Hm, what is it?”
“I-I will cum… I will…”
“Will you?”
He suddenly turns the device off again and pulls his hand away.
“Go ahead then.”
You groan and move your hips, trying to get any friction, to help yourself out; but you cannot move much, and not even enough to hump against the damned device. Jihoon laughs. Cruel.
He gives you a few moments to calm down, and only once he’s certain that your orgasm most definitely slipped away this time, does he turn the device on again – on a low setting that will keep you desperate in the nearest future, but won’t be enough to give you the orgasm you at this point just sincerely want to be done and over with.
When he puts the gag back in and goes back to his PC to resume his game, your muffled whines fill the room again. They are, however, ignored, and you wonder if by the time he grants you attention again, you will even have the strength to actually cum.
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“every man who looks at you is a problem i know how to solve.” → Mingi
Where have u been~ lmao hiiiii
Mingi x Reader // WC: 0.5k // G: Angst, mafia!Mingi yandere!Mingi // TW: Mentions of death, death threats, obsessive behaviors
He wouldn’t hurt you. You don’t think he would, at least. Not seriously. Not more than by grabbing you harshly, or biting you in the frenzy of possessiveness. It’s not perfect, but it’s not half as threatening as he could be. Yet, you find yourself trembling from fear and your eyes are fixated on the blood on the ground. Not even on the body ahead. Just the blood.
There are some people running around. Men with glimpses of guns beneath their clothes. They pass by you without sparing you a single glance, keeping a distance. As if you weren’t even here. In a way, you feel absent.
“Come here.”
A hand on your shoulder makes you jump and you turn abruptly.
He comes into your view. You don’t know where he was gone for the past moments, when you were stuck here, reliving what just happened. But now that he’s back, you feel trapped again, and you make a few step backwards until you hear splatter and flinch. Your soles hit the blood.
He doesn’t let you dwell on it, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him.
“I said come here” he barks.
He drags you forward. Away from the crime scene. Away from these strange men. Towards his car. The heart is in your throat. What will happen now?
“P-please don’t hurt me…” The words slip before you can stop them, and Mingi stops in his tracks before turning to you slowly. Your instincts are telling you to run. But his steel hold on your wrist makes it so that you don’t even think to try.
“Why would I hurt you?” His tone is almost different. As if he’s pointing out your stupidity, at best.
“Y-you hurt…”
“I only solved a problem.”
“But was it really necessary to-”
“Every man who looks at you is a problem I know how to solve” he drawls. “It doesn’t mean I will kill every single one. But are you really going to protect the scum who tried to force himself on you?” He lets out a huff. “If you don’t want there to be casualties, stop fucking trying to get out of my sight. I’m sick of it. Don’t think I won’t do anything about it just because you’re my girl.”
You try to take a step back, but he jerks you forward and your back hits the car’s side.
“Don’t run from me, princess. You’re not a problem, so you have nothing to worry about. But if you keep testing my patience I might change my mind on that. And I won’t be so lenient with you if that happens.”
He eyes you sternly. Observes. Assesses if his words have gone through.
They did, you think. You tremble under his gaze, but you don’t make a move to defy him. Maybe you’re still too scared to. Maybe you need more time to think it over.
But for now it seems good enough as he grabs your arm again and shoves you inside the car.
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“do you like it when i tease you like this?” → until we kyeom. okay im bad at jokes :(
I love you but please stop talking no kyeoming for you for that joke
DK x Reader // WC: 0.5k // G: Smut // SW: edging/orgasm denial, vibrator use
There was something magical about those first times – about discovering each other, learning each other, every interaction laced with uncertainty and restraint. Seokmin was nothing but respectful from the beginning, and he made it clear that nothing mattered more than your boundaries. He was a gentleman, taking things slowly, even a bit too slowly, you sometimes thought. But then these were his own boundaries, and you, too, weren’t going to shatter his trust by rushing things before he was ready.
Yet, it felt so nice to let go and give him yourself in a way that didn’t require him to go outside of his own comfort zone.
That’s how you ended up with your clothed back against his equally clothed chest, with your trembling hands clutching his jeans-covered knees. He was covered from head to toe, and you, yourself, with your top on, had only taken off your sweatpants, leaving you with the cute underwear that could not really be called "lingerie", but that only made it a bit more cozy, a little lighter on your minds.
You were still impressed by how tall he was compared to you, just… large, making you feel like a miniature of yourself in his embrace. And all the smaller, all the more frail, when he pressed the vibrator against your clothed core, making you let out a small whimper.
His nose brushed your cheek, his warm breath all over your neck that you tilted to the side, inviting him in. He pressed small, chaste kisses all over your skin, and hushed you gently when you tensed up too much, his free hand wrapped around your stomach and thumb drawing gentle circles into the bit of exposed skin there.
Despite his initial restraint, Seokmin knew exactly what he was doing. You had a feeling that if he wanted, he would have made you cum in a few minutes. But just as you were about to cross over, he always changed his angle a little, just enough to throw you off.
After it happened for the fifth time, you let out a frustrated whimper, but couldn’t help melting into him some more, your mind dissolving at the endless torture.
“Do you like it when I tease you like this?” A mischievous smile resonated in his voice.
“M-maybe a bit” you allowed yourself to admit, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. If before you weren’t certain if he was edging you on purpose, now there were no doubts left.
“Do I need to keep doing it until you like it more?”
The implication was absolutely cruel, you realized. You were slowly losing your mind, just like you were losing every orgasm that was torn away from you by his skillful hands.
Yet, you couldn’t help but feel allured by the idea of spending the next hours being toyed with and taken apart. So maybe you were not only learning him, now. Maybe you were starting to learn something new about yourself, too.
