⇢ warnings — smut, bondage (cuffs), orgasm denial, begging, this is really soft
⇢ summary — sometimes you aren’t in a particularly nice mood, but you love to see seungwoo under you either way.
⇢ word count — 1044
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seungwoo was always the best for you, always so polite and doing exactly what you say. but, you weren’t always in a particularly good, nice, or giving mood.
seungwoo always looked so good when he was writhing and squirming under you in pain and pleasure, so how could you resist?
seungwoo wasn’t complaining when you were very suddenly tugging him towards your bedroom and pushing him onto the bed. he wore a smile on his face as you kissed him, quite roughly but he didn’t mind.
his hair is disheveled and his lips are a bit swollen from the force of the kiss when you pull away. he’s obedient and quiet when you walk over to your closer to tug out a small box.
you set the box down beside him, and he resists the urge to peak inside. you pull out a pair of handcuffs and his eyes light up.
“shirt off and hands up, pretty boy.” you whisper, cupping his jaw in your left hand. he tugs his shirt off and pulls his arms up and over his head so that you’re able to attach the cuffs to his wrists.
he pulled his hands back down to sit over his chest. he lays back on the bed, and scoots up a bit to the pillows at the head of the bed. you unbuckle the belt on his black jeans.
you pulled them down and off, smirking when you saw precum staining his boxers. “eager, aren’t we?” you teased, rubbing your thumb over the spot, causing him to jerk a bit and then whine.
“how can i not be?” he asks, clenching his thighs together. you push his legs back open and then pull his boxers down as well. his cock springs out from his boxers, and sets on his stomach, smearing precum around his lower abdomen.
he blushes under your stare, suddenly a bit timid of being completely undressed. “you’re so pretty like this, woo. but you’ll be even prettier in a few minutes when you’re covered in your own tears and cum.” you whisper, using your fingernail to trail down his thigh, leaving a red line in its wake.
he squirms and whines again. his breathing hitches when you get into the bed as well, kneeling in between his legs. a shiver goes up his spine when he feels your hands finally touch his cock.
his breathing quickens when he feels you slowly jerk him off, making sure to tease his tip as you do so, spreading the precum around and using it as a lubricant.
he whines at the slow pace you set, doing his best not to buck his hips up into your fist. he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the pillows. soft moans and sounds leave his mouth as he continues to try and be god for you.
he doesn’t expect it when he feels your lips attach to his tip. he groans, thighs trembling. his hands are gripping and clasping around nothing when he feels your tongue swirl around the pretty veins that decorated his cock.
he seemed to be close already, mind clouded and filled with thoughts of you and only you, his eyes are closed, and his thighs tremble every time your lips suckle his tip.
“i-i’m close…” he whispers, voice trembling and wavering. you wait until he’s at his very peak, about to completely burst, and then, you pull away.
he whines loudly and bucks his hips on shamelessly into the air, trying to grasp any friction that he can reach even the smallest remains of his orgasm.
“w-why?” he asks, eyes pleading as his hands tug at the handcuffs on his chest. “because, darling, you sound so pretty when you’re like this. you can take it though, right? for me?” you ask and nod your head to persuade him to nod his, and it works; he nods his head and mutters a slight ‘yeah…’
“good.” you whisper, and place your hands back onto his cock. “maybe if you can be a good boy, you can cum this time.” the both of you knew he was going to be good for you regardless, but he still nodded his head in determination.
he was as still as he could be when he felt the tips of your fingers trace the ridges and veins of his hard cock. his eyes fluttered shut, and he let you have your way again.
you start off strong, thumb circling the head and pressing delicately into the slit. he squirms a bit, shivering and he leans into your touch.
he doesn’t expect it when you wrap you hand around him, moving slowly to begin. he moans out loud as you go faster, hands clasping around nothing as he bucks his hips up into your touch.
“a-ah, ohmygosh-“ he breathes when you move faster in pace tremendously. “you’re getting close, baby? this soon?” you tease, pressing your thumb into his slit again. “y-ah, y-yes, getting so close-“ he whimpers out pathetically.
“you’re gonna cum, pretty boy? gonna cum all over yourself like a good boy?” you ask, caressing his inner thighs in a teasing manner.
“y-yes, gonna be your g-good - fuck! - boy and cum…” he whispers, chanting your name and title like a mantra. “y/n- oh my God-“ he moans as his back arches off the bed and his hips buck uncontrollably into your fist.
his cum spills onto your hand and drips down to his thighs, the milky white staining your hand. he shivers and trembles as he finishes and you pull away to grab a towel to wipe your hand and his thighs, careful to not cause him pain or oversensitivity.
you grab the key and unlock the handcuffs, tugging them off and dropping them back into the box. he rubs his wrists, looking up at you with cloudy eyes.
“are you okay to go bathe or something? want any food?” you ask him as your hands rake through his hair. “no, i wanna lay with you.” he murmurs, tugging your other hand towards him.
you smile and nod, removing the towel from under him. you strip yourself of your clothing and climb into bed with him, smiling when he cuddles into you.
🧡 hi! i’d like to request something for subin from victon!! like not too nsfw but if it goes there it’s not a big deal! maybe the scenario can be he had a really sensitive neck and ears and the reader keeps kissing and softly biting on them and subin progressively goes from pretending to not be into it (not necessarily bratty but he’s more quiet in the beginning) to begging. we love a good boy who begs💕 thank you so much! take care muah 💋
⇢ this is fluffy af tbh, lots of kissing, begging, suggestive
⇢ subin acts like he doesn’t want your kisses, but he’s faking it, you can tell by his little moans.
⇢ i literally am so whipped for subin, i felt like the victon members while writing this- i kept wanting to emphasise how cute he is i-
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“subinnie?” you called for your boyfriend, suddenly missing him, you heard his voice quietly ring out from the other room, “yes?” a happy smile played on your lips, “come in here with me~ i miss you!” he giggled quietly and you could hear his footsteps as the distance between you two wasn’t that large. “hi~” he opened his arms as he came towards you, indicating that he was going in for a hug. subin leaned down to give you a hug, you pulled him down onto your lap so you could hold him tightly.
“how are you babe?” he shrugged and laid his head on your shoulder, normally, if the other boys were around, he’d never act like this, it’s like your guys’ little secret. he acts a lot tougher around others, but especially around the other members. “i’m okay, i didn’t realize how much i missed you.” you laughed slightly, “what?” he lifted his head and looked at you, also laughing a bit without reason. “nothing, you’re just so adorable, that’s all.”
his cute smile formed on his face, he’s so so cute, it makes your heart melt every time. you ran your fingers through his hair, you looked on your wrist and saw the hair ties that you saved from getting lost earlier. “let me play in your hair.” he loves when you massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair. you started at the top, coming through it with your fingers. he slouched and sighed, enjoying the feeling. you raked up some hair at the top and put it in a ponytail, “you’re an apple!” he opened his eyes and saw how happy you were looking at the little ponytail on his head. he smiled too, pulling out his phone to look at himself.
you cupped his face in your hands squishing his cheeks as you did so. you pucker your lips and move a bit slowly before placing an abrupt kiss on his lips when he puckered his. it didn’t stop there, you gave him kisses all over his face. subin pretended to be disgusted, he shook his head and leaned backwards to get away from your kisses. “stop acting like you don’t love it.” he faked a disgusted expression, he climbed off of you and laid on his back next to you. “yes you do.” not letting him get away you climbed on top of him and kissed his face again. “ah, y/n..” you brushed your lips against his neck, travelling down to his chest. he shivered and scrunched up, smiling and laughing.
“i know you’re ticklish there, i’m gonna keep kissing you.” keeping your word you actually started to kiss his neck. a hushed moan passed his lips as you sucked a light hickey onto his neck. he pulled away a bit at the feeling when he felt your tongue on his neck. you sat on him a bit, resting your legs both on him and the couch. “do you want my kisses now?” he snapped out of it for a moment, “n-no-” you laughed, “that’s why you stuttered isn't it, you want me to keep going, how about i give you more hickeys, hm?” you lightly touched his face, brushing your fingers over his ears.
his ears turned red, his slight embarrassment was evident. you touched his ears, tickling him a bit. he pushed his hips up into you, his mobility a bit restricted. you came back to his neck sucking another mark into his neck. his hips kept grinding up against you, desperate pants falling past his lips to match. "please.." his voice was hushed as he spoke. "you're hard from my kisses baby?" he nodded absentmindedly.
you nodded and lifted off of him, not saying anything else. "what are you doing y/n?" he sits up frantically, "you didn't want my kisses right?" he climbed onto your lap again, his little ponytail bouncing around, you laughed at the ponytail, fiddling with it as he looked at you with desperate eyes. "y/n please?" he pouted slightly, you smiled, "of course subin."
⇢ warnings — smut, cock warming, exhibitionism, college au, etc.
⇢ summary — you’re needy, but yoongi has to study. easiest way to solve that? cock warming! unless yoongi’s roommate comes and interrupts...
⇢ word count — 0.6k
⇢ requested by — @yaoilover0! enjoy!
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“yoongi please?” you whine for the umpteeth time that evening. yoongi was studying and completing homework for his class and sitting in your lap. he had teased you and left you high and dry only 30 minutes ago.
“no. i need to finish this, and then i’ll let you.” he murmurs with a small smile, enjoying the way he was unintentionally teasing you. “we don’t even have to fuck, i just wanna be inside you.” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his waist, and kissing his shoulder.
he thinks it over for a moment and nods his head, and you know the want to be wrapped around you is eating him up as well. “yes.” he whispers.
he drops his pencil for a minute to undo the drawstrings on his joggers, and tug them down to his knees a bit. he lifts his hips so you could do the same with your pants, and resists the urge to gasp when he feels how hard you are.
luckily, he was still prepped from when he teased you earlier, so the slip was easy. you slowly pushed into him as he sunk down onto your cock.
he drops his head for a moment as he adjusts, and then with shaky hands, he picks up his pencil again.
now with you inside him, everything seemed so heightened. the way your hands gripped his waist as you subtly thrusted up every once in a while. you could tell that he was getting antsy the more he was sat on your cock.
it was a while if him not being able to focus on his work. “please…” he whispers, leaning back so that his back was to your chest.
“i thought you wanted to work?” you teased, head dropping to place small kisses on his neck. he whined at your answer and the feeling of your soft kisses on his neck.
“please? i need you…” he whispers. you’re about to open your mouth to say something when you hear footsteps leading towards his room. your eyes widen, and you’re quickly grabbing a fluffy blanket to cover the both of your lower halves.
“hey, hobi!” you try to sound as normal as possible. “hey y/n, hey yoongi!” he waves, pulling his key out of the lock as he opened the door.
“ah, yoongi! i see you’re getting a head start on the homework and studying.” hoseok says as he fumbles with the dresser drawers on the other side of the dorm room.
“y-yeah. i just decided to start in it so i’d have more time to myself later…” he says and gives a small laugh and drops his head. hoseok just hums. “well, i’m going over to jimin’s for a few hours, good luck on your homework!” hoseok says as he packs a small backpack with a few things.
he gives the both of you one last smile and wave before he leaves the room. the both of you hear the door lock, and yoongi lets out a sigh of relief.
you roll your hips against his, and he gasps and clenches around you, and his hands clutch at your arms that were resting against the armrest.
“do you still want to do this, my prince?” you ask, smirking as he falls back again and tugs the blanket off. “yes, yes, please, yes.” he whispers. you hum, and tap his thighs. he lifts up a bit, and you stand, immediately bending him over the desk. he brushes his books and paper to ground.
“let me take care of you then, baby.” you murmur, rolling your hips against his once more and watching as he moans out. he nods his head quickly, and looks back momentarily. “please.”
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⇢ warnings — fluff, bad jokes, bad puns, and does this count as slice of life?
⇢ summary — sunwoo is used to it when he wakes up and you’re not beside him, but you make it up to him in cuddles and love when you get home, and that’s enough for him.
⇢ word count — 0.8k words
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sunwoo is used to it by now when he wakes up without you beside him from the night before.
he groans before sitting up and running a hand through his hair. he’s sitting on his side of the bed, legs hanging off the edge and onto the cold floor.
he rubs his eyes a bit and and looks around, still a bit dazed from his over 10 hour long sleep. he peaks at the clock. ‘10:32’ the bright blue numbers read on the digital clock.
he decides it time to finally get out of bed, but the moment he gets up, he’s instantly hit with cool air that makes him shiver.
“nope.” he mutters as he quickly scurries around the room to find a shirt. he smiles when he finds one of your oversized shirts, he doesn’t have time to bask in the sentiment before he’s tugging it on over his head. the sleeves go down to his forearms, and down to his mid thigh.
he slips on some black shorts to match, and fixes his hair in the mirror before he’s slipping out of the door to go and start his day.
he’s in the kitchen and about to make himself some food, but a small note sitting on the counter catches his eye.
‘hi sunshine! i’m sorry i’ve missed a lot of mornings this week, i made a few things, and they’re in the microwave. just put them on a minute and warm them up. i love you, and i’ll be home soon!’
he smiled brightly as he read the note, placing it back down where he got it from and turning the microwave on to a minute like the note said.
after that, it doesn’t take long for him to fully start his morning. he’s ends up warming up the food you left with a smile on his face as he thought of you. he’s moving quickly when he brushes his teeth and washes his face for the morning.
he sighs in relaxation and content when he’s finally able to lay down on the couch and relax for the day. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, and immediately goes to twitter; opting to communicate with some deobi for the day.
his eyes widen and he jumps almost a foot in the air when he hears a loud thump. “yah! y/n! you scared me!” he muttered, putting his phone down and placing a hand over his heart.
“i knocked like 5 times to let you know i was coming in,” you laughed, going over to give him a hug, he hugs you back but shoves you a bit to get you back for scaring him.
“i’ll be right back, i just need to change really quick and we can spend some time together.” he nods his head and says a soft ‘okay.’ as you go back to your room to change.
it doesn’t take you long to change, but you had to change your mind on what you’d wear because your favorite shirt was no wear to be found. you simply shrugged and tugged on a different shirt and to not leave sunwoo waiting.
“hey woo? have you seen my shirt? the black one?” you ask, walking back to the living room and sitting down with him. “wait is that my shirt?” you asked, a grin appearing on your face. “...yes. do you want it back?” he asked, looking down at the clothing. “no, no, you look good in it!” you told him pulling him so that he was laying down with you with his head on your chest.
“hey y/n.” he speaks up after a minute, and you hum in response. “guess what material this shirt is made of.” he gives a cheeky smile, and you already know what’s coming and groan. before you can give an answer, he’s cutting you off. “boyfriend material.” he mutters with a wink.
“oh my gosh. i would’ve stayed at work if i knew you’d keep making bad pick up lines.” you mutter and he frowns. “hey!” he narrows his eyes. “i’m kidding. you know i love you.” you laugh, kissing his forehead.
“orange you glad i came home early?” you joked, touching at the orange letters and laughing when he pulls away from you, blushes, and covers his face with his hands. “it’s not funny when you do it.” he laughs, cringing away from you. “you love it.” you point out, pulling him close again. “i do.” he confirms.
after all the laugher dies down, both of you are just looking at each other with pure love in your eyes. “i love days like this.” he murmurs against your chest. “i do too.” you comment, moving your hand to rake through his hair.
“i’m sorry for not being here a lot through the week, but i have next week off and we can spend it together.” you smiled. “it’s okay, i understand you have to work, and when you come home, we get to do things like this afterwards and just talk.” he says.
“i love you” you comment. “i love you too.” he says back, cheeks reddening as he looked up at you, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes and you could tell he saw the same in yours.
Hi! I know requests aren’t open until the 5th but do you guys write poly things ?
hello~ we do write poly relationships! only thing i'd say is don't make it between too many people because then it gets too hard to keep up with, but yes we can definitely do that!
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