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[jongjjongie]

@suosakuweek day 3: love language/cats

[jongjjongie]

Hiii, today I was scrolling through TT and found out that during THE act, the vagigas sometimes make the "farting" kind of noises because of the air inside. Soooo my first thought was, what do you think SVT's reaction would be if it happened during your nasty time👀

And also, God bless you and your talent, thank you for sharing your works and making my life a little better 🙏

seventeen reaction to queefing

WARNINGS: smut, sensitive content.

seungcheol: your eyes go wide, and you're immediately like, “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” scrambling to pull the blanket over your head like it’s a shield from embarrassment. this man doesn’t even blink. “baby, what?” he chuckles, all warm and raspy like he’s genuinely confused why you’re apologizing. “that’s normal. you think i care about that? nah, keep going. don’t even start, baby girl. you’re not running away from because of something like this.”

jeonghan: you freeze, horrified, your cheeks blazing as you blurt out, “oh my god, that wasn’t—” “hey, hey,” jeonghan interrupts, lifting his head to look at you with that stupidly pretty face of his. “don’t even think about it.” “it’s embarrassing!” “it’s air.” he raises an eyebrow like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. you groan, trying to cover your face, but he gently tugs your hands away, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. “relax, babe. you think i’m gonna stop worshipping you over something that happens to literally everyone? no way.”

joshua: when you freeze faster than someone caught stealing snacks at 2 a.m. joshua pauses too, blinking like he’s processing it. then he tilts his head, a soft smile creeping onto his face. “its okay.” he says, his voice soft and reassuring, like he’s trying to calm a spooked puppy. “yeah, but it’s… ugh!” you groan, wanting the bed to swallow you whole. he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “y/n, seriously, it’s not a big deal.” when he moves to kiss you properly, his hands trailing up your sides, you realize he’s deadass unfazed. the man’s unshakable.

junhui: his first reaction is to get wide-eyed “woah, was that—?” “jun, no,” you cut him off, absolutely mortified. “nah, don’t do that.” his voice softens as he cups your face, looking at you like you’re the only person in the world. “it’s fine, babe, I swear..”

hoshi: you’d barely even noticed it happened, but he would. blinking like his brain just blue-screened. you’re already spiraling, trying to bury your face in the pillow. “oh my god, i’m so sorry—” “no, no, babe!” he’s quick to stop you, his voice practically tripping over itself. “it’s fine, it’s fine! actually, it’s kinda funny, right? like, pfft.” you peek up at him, and the man’s already cracking up, his laugh so contagious you can’t help but smile. “you’re not mad?” “mad? babe, why would I get mad?” you can’t even be embarrassed anymore because he’s so earnest about it, his hands gently pulling you back to him.

wonwoo: he blinks once, twice, and then tilts his head slightly like he’s processing. “dont worry, it’s not like you planned it.” h “yeah, but…” “no ‘buts,’” he interrupts, brushing his lips against yours. “then let me put it simply: i don’t care. i just care about you.”

woozi: then he clears his throat, trying to pretend he didn’t hear anything. but you’re immediately scrambling to apologize, cheeks flaming. “i swear i didn’t—” “stop,” woozi cuts you off. he sits back slightly, giving you space as his eyes meet yours. “you don’t need to explain. it’s not a big deal. it’s just air. you think that’s gonna scare me off or something?” you blink at him, his calm behavior throwing you off. “uh, i don’t know. maybe?” he huffs out a laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “you’re ridiculous,” he murmurs. “it’s normal, and it doesn’t change how much i’m into you. so, relax, okay?”

minghao: you immediately stiffen, your hands flying to your face as you groan. “oh my god, hao, i’m so sorry.” he doesn’t even falter, just gives you a calm, amused look. “y/n, why are you apologizing?” “because—ugh! you know why!” “nothing to apologize for.” “but it’s so embarrassing.” “to who?” he counters, his hands sliding down your sides, grounding you. “not to me. now, can we move past this and get back to what we were doing?”

mingyu: holds you when you’re already trying to roll away from him, muttering a frantic string of apologies. “woah, woah, babe!” mingyu’s big hands are quick to pull you back, his voice full of concern. “what’s wrong?” “what’s wrong? you heard that!” he blinks, clearly confused for a second, and then realization dawns on his face. instead of laughing, he smiles. “oh, that? babe, that’s nothing.” “it’s still embarrassing,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes. “hey, you know I don’t care about stuff like that, right? it’s just us here. no judgment. ever.”

seokmin: it happens, and the room goes silent. you’re already halfway to a meltdown. he’s biting his lip, trying so hard not to laugh, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching. “sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, waving his hands. “i’m not laughing at you, i swear.” “but you’re laughing!” you groan, trying to bury yourself in the sheets. he gently tugs the sheets down, his expression softening. “okay, listen. it’s not a bad thing, and then this little human moment happens, and it’s kind of adorable.” “adorable?!” he grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “yeah. because it’s you. now, come here and stop hiding from me.”

seungkwan: you immediately sit up, your face buried in your hands. “oh no kwannie,” seungkwan sits up too, rubbing your back gently. “y/n, it’s fine. seriously.” “it’s not fine! it’s so embarrassing!” “babe,” he says, his tone both gentle and slightly exasperated, “do you know how many awkward things I’ve done in my life? this doesn’t even make the top 100.” you glance at him, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

vernon: would 100% just act like it didn’t happen, not because he’s trying to be cool, but because he genuinely doesn’t think it’s a big deal. like, he hears it, goes, “huh,” and moves on with life. later, if you bring it up, he’d be like, “oh, yeah, that. it’s normal, right?” but also, he’s got this tiny smirk like he secretly finds it funny but isn’t about to embarrass you over it. chillest mf alive.

chan: this baby would be so flustered but trying so hard to play it cool. he’d pause, his ears would go all red, and he’d be like, “uh… are you okay?” and when you explain, he’d just nod all serious like, “oh, yeah, that’s normal. totally normal. happens all the time, i think. yeah.” but you know he’s silently combusting inside. later, he’d probably google it just to make sure he handled it right. adorably awkward but trying his best.

[jongjjongie]

ok but how about we imagine the reader just lounging on the bed or sumn on their tummy and not wearing underwear inside their shorts because they're just home and its just you and jihoon and its comfy like that, maybe scrolling thru phone or smthg and jihoon comes and see you like that and without warning pulls down their shorts like hmm gonna eat them out from the back

woozi eating you from the back when he sees you chilling without panties

WARNINGS: smut, pussy eating, fingering, reader tries to not look affected by woozi eating her out—it doesn't last tho

it’s not like you planned this. you were just comfy, sprawled out on your tummy, scrolling through your phone. no underwear, just one of those oversized shirts jihoon always leaves behind. you weren’t expecting him home this early—it was supposed to be just you and the quiet hum of your timeline.

but then, you hear the door click open. you lift your head slightly, listening as his familiar footsteps echo down the hall. whatever. it’s jihoon. you don’t move. no need to—he’s seen you like this a thousand times before.

except… maybe not exactly like this.

“...seriously?”

you turn your head lazily to glance at him, your cheek pressing into the pillow. “what?”

his mouth is open. like full-on, jaw-dropped, wide-eyed suffering. you’d laugh if it wasn’t so funny. his gaze is locked on the way your shirt has ridden up over your hips, just barely covering the curve of your ass but definitely not hiding the glimpse of your cunt between your thighs.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses, his voice strained.

“literally no?” you shrug, playing it cool. “it’s comfy. every woman does this.” you turn your attention back to your phone like his whole world isn’t crumbling around him.

without another word, he’s crawling onto the bed, settling himself between your thighs. the weight of him presses against the backs of your legs.

“hoon, what are you doing?” you ask casually, even as he pushes your thighs apart and drags his thumbs along your folds.

he doesn’t answer. instead, his breath fans over you, and then his tongue—wet and warm—licks a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance.

you don’t react. not immediately, anyway.

“hmm,” you hum, scrolling aimlessly. “that’s nice.”

you can feel him pause.

“‘nice?’” he repeats, his voice muffled against you. there’s a challenge in his tone, and you know you’ve poked the bear.

jihoon doubles down. his tongue delves deeper, penetrating you, licking and flicking in ways that make your toes curl even though you swear you’re not going to let him win. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working you over fill the room.

you’re trying to hold strong.

“yeah, like… whatever,” you manage, biting down on your lip to keep the gasp trapped in your throat, as you smirk nasty.

“oh, we’ll see about that,” jihoon mutters, his voice dripping with determination.

he doesn’t hold back now, his tongue fucking into you has your thighs trembling. he pulls back to spit, letting his saliva mix with your slick before diving back in, his nose pressing against you with every hungry lap.

you squirm. just a little.

but jihoon knows you. he knows exactly how to make you melt.

when he slides two fingers into you, curling them in that devastating way only he can, it’s game over. you gasp, your phone slipping from your hand as your hips start to roll against his face.

“oh? what happened to ‘nice?’” he taunts, his voice smug and soaked as he pulls back just enough to breathe.

“shut up,” you manage, but your voice cracks, and you know he hears it.

he hums, the vibrations making you shiver, and you can’t help yourself anymore. your hips grind against his face, chasing the pressure of his tongue and the stretch of his fingers.

“fuck,” you whisper, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

jihoon groans against you desperately, the wetness between your legs is obscene, dripping onto his chin, smearing across his lips, but he doesn’t care. it only makes him harder inside his pants, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to make you moan louder, to make you wetter.

your forehead presses into the pillow, muffling the broken sound that slips past your lips as jihoon’s mouth latches onto your clit. his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud before his lips close around it completely, sucking it inside your mouth until your start to drip on his upper lip.

“fuck, babe—” you choke out, your voice muffled by the fabric. instead of giving you a break, he doubles down. the bastard knows what he’s doing. he knows how sensitive you are, and he’s still going for it, his tongue swirling and his lips pulling at your clit like it’s his fucking life mission.

you’re unraveling, your resolve crumbling like a cheap tower of jenga blocks.

your ass lifts off the mattress on instinct, hips wiggling as if you’re trying to escape him. but that’s a joke—you don’t want to escape. not really.

jihoon hums against you, the vibrations making you choke strangled as you push yourneck further on the pillow “oh, now you’re running?” it’s clear he’s not about to let you go anywhere. his hands grab onto your thighs, holding you still with a grip that’s firm but reverent.

“not running,” you whine, though your body says otherwise. you’re grinding back against him now, your hips bucking on his tongue involuntarily as his tongue works you over.

“yeah?” he says, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “then why are you wiggling, huh?”

you’re not about to let him win this round. no fucking way. “you’re barely doing anything,” you bite out, though your voice cracks halfway through.

jihoon lets out a dark little laugh, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, the meat scaping inside the fingers as he presses his face back between your legs. “oh, i’m barely doing anything?” he says, and you can feel the smirk on his lips.

then he sucks.

your head snaps back, and a choked cry escapes you as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and entrance, pulling at it like he’s determined to break you.

“hoon! what the fuck—ngh!”

“what was that?” he murmurs his tongue flicking in quick, torturous motions.

your response is unintelligible, a series of breathless gasps and broken moans as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless. your ass is in the air now, raised high as you grind back against his face, the wet sounds of his tongue and your slick filling the room.

you feel his grip tighten on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin as if to steady you. “don’t play with me, baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

your fingers claw at the pillow beneath you, your body shaking as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and insistent. your legs tremble, and you let out a high, desperate whimper, wiggling your hips again as if it’ll somehow lessen the intensity.

but jihoon doesn’t let up, he doubles down, his tongue flicking against your clit in rapid, precise motions before sucking again, his lips pulling at you, making your roll your eyes to the back of your school.

“you’re taking it so well, baby.”

and just like that, the floodgates open. your body arches, your face burying deeper into the pillow as the orgasm slams into you, hard and unforgiving.

jihoon groans against you as you grind into his face, riding out the your orgasm as your legs quake and your moans dissolve into sobs. but he doesn’t stop—not yet. his tongue slows, but it’s still there, gentle and coaxing, milking every last drop from your trembling body.

when you finally collapse, boneless and spent, jihoon presses a soft, almost teasing kiss to your ass. “still think i’m barely doing anything?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with affection.

you don’t have the energy to answer—not with words, anyway. instead, you reach back weakly, your hand finding his hair and giving it a lazy tug.

jihoon just laughs satisfied, before leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of your back. “that’s what i thought.” he murmurs.

[jongjjongie]

can i please request lingerie sex with jeonghan with the prompt -"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." I JUST CAME ON TUMBLR AND I BECAME HOOKED ON UR WORK. ILYSM AUTHOR-NIM

STOP ANON YOU ARE THE CUTEST I hope you like to sit has to be one of my favs I wrote!

Jeonghan grins as he looks you up and down, his eyes roaming over the lingerie you're wearing.

"You look absolutely stunning," he purrs, his gaze darkening with desire. "I could just eat you up."

He steps closer to you, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of your bra.

"And this," he says, his voice low and husky. "This is going to be so much fun to take off."

Jeonghan moves behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he pulls you back against him.

"But first," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

He presses himself against you, his body molding against yours as he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck.

"No one else will ever be able to satisfy you the way I can," he growls, his hands slowly trailing up your body.

Jeonghan's hands continue to roam over your body, his touch growing more and more possessive as he moves. He slides his fingers beneath the straps of your bra, tracing the lace with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that every time you wear something like this."

Jeonghan's hands reach your chest, his fingers expertly unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. He spins you around to face him, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bare torso with a hungry gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his hands coming up to cup your breasts as he squeezes them gently. "You're absolutely perfect."

Jeonghan's thumbs brush over your nipples, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

He leans down, his lips capturing one of the hardened peaks in his mouth as he sucks and nibbles at it. His other hand continues to knead your breast, his touch both gentle and possessive as he worships your body with his mouth. Jeonghan switches his attention to your other breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he takes it into his mouth.

He sucks hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he lavishes it with attention. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as he continues to lavish your body with his mouth, his desire for you growing with every passing second. Jeonghan pulls back from your chest, his eyes dark with need as he looks at you.

"I need you," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds you against him. "I need to be inside you, I need to feel you surrounding me."

Jeonghan's hand catches your wrist, stopping you before you can take off your thongs.

"No," he says, his voice firm but laced with desire. "Leave them on. I want to see you wearing them while I take you."

Jeonghan pushes you down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving your body as he quickly discards his own clothes.

He stands before you, completely naked and unashamed, his toned body on full display. He climbs onto the bed, settling himself between your legs as he gazes down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. Jeonghan runs his fingers over the lace of your thongs, tracing the delicate fabric as it covers your most intimate parts.

"You have no idea how much I love seeing you like this," he murmurs, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "So beautiful and perfect, all for me."

Jeonghan moves the thongs to the side, revealing your most intimate parts to him. He positions himself at your entrance, his cock hard and ready as he looks down at you with a possessive gleam in his eyes. Jeonghan teases you for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

"You're already so wet for me," he growls, his voice low and husky. "You're so desperate for me, aren't you, baby?"

Jeonghan grins, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him as he continues to tease you.

"I love seeing you like this," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Desperate and needy, begging for me to give you what you want."

You look up at him, your voice filled with a mix of desire and desperation.

"Please, Jeonghan," you whimper, your body aching for him to fill you. "Please, I need you inside me. I need you to take me."

Jeonghan's eyes darken with desire at your words, his self-control finally breaking.

"That's it," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he positions himself at your entrance. "You're mine, and I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

With one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he finally claims you. Jeonghan stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size as he savors the feeling of being inside you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You're so tight and perfect around me."

Jeonghan begins to move, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace as his desire takes over. He sets a fast, relentless rhythm, his hips snapping against yours as he pounds into you with a primal need. Jeonghan's gaze rakes over your body, taking in the way the lingerie clings to your curves.

"You look absolutely stunning in this," he pants, his thrusts becoming harder and more forceful. "The way the lace hugs your body, it's driving me crazy."

Jeonghan's hands move to your breasts again, his fingers teasing and squeezing them as he continues to pound into you.

"I love seeing you like this," he repeats, his voice rough with desire. "All dolled up for me, in lingerie that drives me wild."

Jeonghan's fingers trail down your body, tracing the straps of your lingerie as he moves.

"Every time you wear something like this," he growls, his hips snapping against yours. "I can't help but think about how it would feel to rip it off of you."

You moan and arch your back, your voice barely coherent as you speak.

"Please," you gasp, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."

Jeonghan leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he captures your lips in a rough, possessive kiss. He swallows your moans, his tongue plundering your mouth as he continues to drive into you relentlessly. His hands move to grip your hips tightly, pulling you onto his cock with each powerful thrust.

Jeonghan breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and bites in their wake. He sucks and nibbles at your sensitive skin, marking you as his as he continues to pound into you with an almost animalistic intensity. Jeonghan's breath is hot against your ear as he whispers to you, his voice rough with desire.

"You're mine," he growls, his words possessive and dominant. "No one else can make you feel like this. You belong to me, body and soul."

Jeonghan's words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. He can sense it, and he quickens his pace even more, his hips slamming into you with a desperate need.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and guttural. "I want to feel you come undone around me."

Jeonghan's hands move to your thighs, lifting your legs up and hooking them over his shoulders, allowing him to drive even deeper into you.

The new angle sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Jeonghan's gaze locks onto yours, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches your face. He can see how close you are, and he grins triumphantly, knowing that he's the one who's bringing you to this point.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice filled with lust. "Let go, baby. I want to see you fall apart for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Jeonghan sends you over the edge.

Your body convulses beneath him, your walls clenching around his cock as you cry out his name in ecstasy. Jeonghan groans at the feeling of your release, his own control slipping as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own pleasure. Jeonghan's thrusts become more erratic as he nears his own release, his hips stuttering as he feels your walls fluttering around him.

"Fuck," he gasps, his grip on your hips tightening as he loses himself in the sensation. "You feel so good, so perfect. I'm going to come, baby."

With a final, deep thrust, Jeonghan buries himself to the hilt inside you and lets out a guttural moan as he reaches his peak.

He comes hard, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you, filling you with his hot seed. Jeonghan collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release.

"God, I love you in lingerie," he whispers, his voice soft and tender in contrast to the passion that had just consumed him.

[jongjjongie]

I just really love you

tw : toxic, face-slapping, mentioned blood, hint of illegal activities.

He comes home late. Again. Blood on his shirt, probably not his. He's not drunk nor high. But he reeks of alcohol and cocaine. He slams the door uncaringly behind him.

You watch him with eyes furrowed. You'd been waiting for him for so long. He doesn't even look at you twice as he strips off his dirty shirt and sprawls on the couch, a cigerette in his mouth. You're by his side like a pathetic servent already, on your knees, taking off his shoes for him, head ducked. "You're late," you say slowly

He exhaled a steam of smoke on your face, "and?"

You keep looking down, not complaining about the smoke. If it's him who give, you'd drink poison. You love him, after all. "I got worried. Are you okay?"

"hm." He murmurs dismissively.

He never tells you where he goes. What he does. Where the blood comes from. Why he has a unregistered gun in your closet. You're not innocent, you know whatever he's doing isn't lawful. But you never ask him too much or he'll get angry.

You see his scratched knuckles, dried with his blood and dust. You try to take his hand to see closer but he swats you away.

"tch, what are you doing?"

"you're... You're hurt. I just-"

"I'm fine." More smoke comes on your face making you cough. "You need to stop clinging me like a pathetic stray dog, you know."

His words sting. Is that all your care means to him. You suck your head down again. "I just... I love you, really." You say.

He chuckles dryly. "Cute," he murmurs. He looks away from you, out of the windows at the city lights. Keeps staring till his cigerette finishes.

"fetch me another one,"

You look up at him with concern. "So much cigerette is not good for you," you say, still lighting up another cigerette and placing it between his lips. "I get worried, jeong-"

"you talk too much, you know," he says with a huffed chuckle. "If you're gonna stay here, put that mouth tu a better use than talking."

He spreads his legs wide. Pulls you by hair till you're between his knees. The sting feels almost tho good. You are obedient - that's what he loves about you. That's probably the only thing he loves about you.

You lower his waist band and boxers, taking out his cock and stroking it at first. You lick along the length. Kissing along the veins. He gets completely hard by then. He's leaned back, eyes closed, the cigerette smoke leaving his lips as you keep working on him, sucking his tip softly.

Smack.

His hand lands on your cheek mercilessly. "Suck it properly, will you?"

Tears sting your eyes. But you love his hit too. Maybe you love him a little too much. That's why you take everything he gives, good or bad.

You take his length in your mouth, pushing back your gag reflex and bobbing your head on his cock. He combs his fingers thru your hair before healing a bunch of it tightly. Speeding you up by his hand. You love it, still. You love him.

He cums in your mouth without any warning. You cough but don't spit out any of his cum

His gets up, pulling up his pants and walks away to the bedroom without acknowledging you. You sit there like a fool with tears in your eyes, smile on your lips.

You just really love him. You can't help it. Even if he is like this, you love him. Even if he keeps hurting you, you love him. You just love him.

[jongjjongie]

(I wrote this in the middle of the night lmao, jeonghan please im just a hole)

Yoon Jeonghan smut!!

Hannie loves to let you win.

Whether its a fun hangout with his members and boardgames, he'll stop cheating when its you versus him, he'll even try to lose on purpose to see you smile.

He lets you have a taste of victory cooing at how smart and cool his little girlfriend was by beating him at a game of uno, jenga, even scrabble.

He loves to let you win so much, even when you tease and become overconfident and challenge him to a bet, who ever pulls out or pulls away first during sex loses.

He loves to let you win so much that he's put you in missionary, your back laid on the bed as he stays on top of you, giving you no opportunity to pull away from his girthy cock, not even if you try and kick him away with your legs, he's so much stronger than you and he'll tie you up if needed.

Though he does like to play games that last long. Although he's got you under him with no chance of pulling away, you just couldn't handle having his cock fuck you so good that you start to try and run from it. Ever the good boyfriend he is, he doesn't let you pull away and lose the bet, instead he teasingly pets your cheek and pushes further and deeper into your tight hole, cooing softly, "aw dont tell me you want to lose.. you were so intent on winning this bet baby.." he grins as he looks at you squirming below him as your cunt orgasms and squirts around him for the nth time.

You try and push him away (keyword 'try'), but he's got you under his control, no matter how many times you cum and twitch on his cock, he's not pulling out until you make him cum.

"H-hannie~ p-please.." You cried out softly, pathetic whimpers from your mouth only fueled his ego. "You're so close to beating me sweetie.." he chuckles, moving closer to your ear as he whispers, his hips still thrusting in and out.

"Just cum again, this time i'll really pull out.." he smiles.

"Unless you'll let me cum inside? There weren't any rules on that.."

[jongjjongie]

waking jeonghan up in the middle of the night cs ur needy😁😁

Ahhh this is such a good concept I hope you enjoy what I’ve wrote about <3

It was the middle of the night, and you were lying in bed next to Jeonghan, wide awake and unable to sleep. You shifted restlessly, feeling a sense of need and desire coursing through your body. You looked over at Jeonghan, who was sleeping peacefully beside you.

You couldn't resist the urge any longer, and you gently nudged him awake. Jeonghan didn't stir, his breathing slow and even as he continued to sleep soundly. You tried again, shaking him gently and calling his name, but he still didn't respond.

You let out a huff of frustration, feeling even more needy and desperate now that you were unable to wake him up. You were tempted to give up and just take care of your own needs, but the thought of Jeonghan waking up to find you satisfied without him was unbearable. You knew he would be upset if he missed out on the opportunity to pleasure you, and you wanted to make sure he was awake and aware of your needs.

So, you decided to try one last thing. You reached out and pinched his arm, hard. Jeonghan stirred, his eyes slowly opening as he felt the sharp pinch on his arm. He let out a groan, rubbing his eyes as he slowly came to consciousness.

"What the hell was that for?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

Jeonghan blinked sleepily at you, his expression confused and groggy.

"Babe, what's going on?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "It's the middle of the night."

You shifted closer to him, pressing your body against his as you tried to convey your need through your touch.

"I need you," you whispered, your voice filled with desire. "I can't sleep. I need you to take care of me."

Jeonghan's eyes widened as he realized what you meant, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You need me to take care of you, huh?"

"Yes," you whispered, your body pressing even closer to his. "I need you to touch me. Please, Jeonghan."

Jeonghan chuckled, his smile growing wider as he looked at you.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" he teased, his voice still thick with sleep. "But fine, since you asked so nicely, I'll help you out."

He rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

"I'm still a little tired, so you'll have to do most of the work," he said with a smirk.

You straddled his chest, your body positioned so that your core was hovering just above his face. Jeonghan reached up and grasped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you down towards his mouth.

"Come here," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me taste you."

You slowly lowered yourself onto his face, your thighs trembling with anticipation. Jeonghan let out a soft groan as he finally tasted you, his tongue darting out to swirl around your clit.

He began to eat you out with a slow, deliberate pace, his tongue flicking and lapping at your sensitive flesh with expert precision. You moaned softly, your hips rocking against his face as you chased the pleasure he was giving you. Jeonghan's hands moved from your hips to your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh as he held you in place.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, occasionally moving his tongue down to tease your entrance before returning to the sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel the heat building in your core, your body growing more and more desperate for release with each stroke of his tongue. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him in place as you ground yourself against his face.

Jeonghan responded by doubling his efforts, his tongue working faster and harder as he focused on bringing you to the edge. You were panting now, your body trembling with need as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm. Jeonghan could tell you were close, and he began to hum against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

He slid a hand up your thigh, his fingers trailing lightly over your sensitive skin until he reached your entrance. You continued to grind against his face, your hips moving in a steady rhythm as you sought your release. Jeonghan slipped a finger inside you, his mouth still working relentlessly on your clit.

He began to pump his finger in and out of you, matching the pace of your movements as he sought to push you over the edge. You were so close now, your entire body tense with anticipation. Jeonghan added a second finger, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you fall apart above him. You cried out as you finally reached your peak, your body shuddering with pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. Jeonghan continued to work you through it, his tongue and fingers never ceasing their movements until you were completely spent.

He slowly pulled away from you, his face slick with your arousal as he looked up at you with a satisfied grin. You collapsed onto the bed beside him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Jeonghan rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you.

"Satisfied?" he asked, a smug grin on his face.

Jeonghan chuckled at your expression, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reached up to wipe his face.

"You look like you enjoyed that," he teased, his voice still husky with sleep and desire.

You reached out and traced a finger along his jawline, collecting some of the remaining evidence of your pleasure.

"You look good like this," you said, your voice still a bit shaky from your orgasm.

Jeonghan's grin widened, and he captured your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and sucking your finger clean.

"I could say the same about you," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. "You're beautiful when you're coming undone."

[jongjjongie]

Hi! How are you? This is my first request ever on this app... First of all, i have to say that you're my absolute favorite writer here! Kudos to you, really. Second of all, can i request for a dom hao where he says: "beg me.. beg me cutely" i can't stop thinking about when he said that on a fancall one day... well.. that's it. Thanks in advanced.

dom!minghao asking you to beg him cutely

a/n: your first ask? welcome anon!! thank you for all the love <333 and UGH minghao its such a tease!!! i rushed to see this fancall and left speechless

WARNINGS: smut, pillow/hand riding, begging, penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight humilliation kink

your breath is uneven, shaky gasps leaving your lips as you grind against minghao’s palm, which is pressed firm between you and the pillow. the friction is maddening—his fingers raise just slightly sometimes, just to brush your swollen clit. but it’s not enough. not nearly enough. your thighs are trembling, muscles aching from the effort of riding his hand for what feels like an eternity.

“hao,” you whimper, your voice breaking on his name.

he tilts his head, looking at you with that maddeningly calm expression, like this isn’t driving you out of your mind. “what is it, baby?”

“please,” you beg, trying to lean into him, your hands reaching for his shoulders, his neck—anything to ground yourself.

but minghao dodges your touch, effortlessly leaning back and away from your grasp, his hand never faltering in its rhythm. “ah, ah,” he chides softly, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “no shortcuts. keep going.”

you groan in frustration, your hips stuttering as you try to push harder against his palm, desperate for relief. “please, hao, i—i can’t—”

“you can,” he interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. “you’re doing so well. don’t stop now.”

you bite your lip, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. the pillow beneath you is damp, your arousal soaking through the fabric, and your body feels like it’s on the verge of breaking apart. “hao, please, i need—i need your cock. please.”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your plea. “that’s not how you ask, is it?”

you shake your head, a frustrated sob slipping from your lips. “hao, i can’t—my legs—please, please just—”

“no,” he says simply, his voice steady and commanding. “if you want it, you know what to do.”

you whimper, your movements growing erratic as you try to find the right angle, the right pressure, anything to make you finally cum. your hands clench into fists, your nails digging into the pillow beneath you.

“beg me,” minghao says,. his free hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with almost agonizing tenderness. “but beg me cutely, and maybe i’ll think about it.”

your cheeks flush, the humiliation of his demand only heightening the tension coiling in your core. you look up at him, your eyes wide and pleading, your lips trembling as you force the words out.

“please, hao,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “please, i need you. i need you so bad. i’ll be good, i promise—just please.”

he hums thoughtfully, his fingers pressing just a little harder against your clit, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. “hmm. better. but i know you can do cuter than that.”

your pride wars with your desperation, but in the end, it’s no contest. “please, hao,” you whimper, your voice high and breathy, your body trembling from the effort. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll do anything you want. just—just give it to me. please.”

his smirk deepens, satisfaction flickering in his dark eyes. “good girl,” he murmurs, his hand finally leaving the pillow to guide you closer. “see? i knew you had it in you.”

minghao’s eyes darken as he lines himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your soaked folds, teasing and infuriatingly slow. “so desperate for me. i should’ve made you beg longer.”

you don’t even have it in you to respond. your body is trembling, your thighs twitching as you try to push yourself back onto him, but his hands grip your hips firmly, keeping you still.

“patience,” he says, but the smirk on his lips tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

finally, finally, he pushes in, stretching you so perfectly that your back arches off the pillow beneath you. you let out a loud, husky moan, your hands scrambling to grip onto something—his arms, the sheets, anything to keep yourself grounded as he sinks deeper. “fuck, fuck, fuck” you gasp through gritted teeth, your chest heaving. the burn is intense, your body adjusting to the intrusion, but it’s exactly what you’ve been craving.

minghao doesn’t give you much time to recover. he sets a pace that’s just on the edge of too much, his hips snapping against yours and it has your eyes rolling back almost instantly. “you’re such a mess,” he mutters, one hand moving to grip your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “so needy. you couldn’t even wait, could you? had to have me right now.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you moan, your voice breaking as your hips start to move on their own, meeting his thrusts halfway. your movements are frantic, desperate, like you’re in heat and he’s the only thing that can cool the fire burning inside you. “hao,” you whimper, your hands clawing at his back, leaving red trails down his skin. “please, don’t stop—don’t stop, don’t—”

“wasn’t planning to,” he cuts you off, his voice strained. the effort it takes to keep his composure is written all over his face, beads of sweat forming at his temples, his brows furrowed in concentration.

you feel like you’re losing control, your hips bucking wildly against his as your lungs burn, each breath a struggle to catch. every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the sound of skin against skin mixing with the wet, obscene noises of him filling you.

“so greedy. can’t get enough, hmm?”

you nod frantically, unable to form a coherent response as your nails dig into his arms, holding onto him like a lifeline.

he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “you feel so good, baby,” he whispers, his voice trembling with restraint. “so tight, so perfect. you’re gonna cum for me?”

you moan in response, your walls clenching around him as your body spirals closer and closer to release. your head falls back, your mouth open in a silent scream as you lose yourself completely, your hips moving without rhythm, chasing that high. minghao’s grip tightens on your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts even deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you seeing fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. he groans, his pace faltering as he chases his own orgasm. “cum for me, baby. let me feel you.”

your vision blurs, your ears ringing as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and boneless beneath him. minghao follows soon after, a low groan escaping his lips as he thrusts one last time, his release spilling inside you.

[jongjjongie]

Making homemade porn videos with dk..? 👀

I LOVE UR WRITING AND UR NEW THEMEEEE

homemade porn with seokmin

WARNINGS: smut, porn, penetrative sex, spit used as lube, dirty talks, hair pulling, recording sex, praising

“are you sure about this?” seokmin’s voice comes out a little wobbly, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he watches you set up the tripod. he’s already blushing—of course he is—but the way his eyes keep darting between your face and the camera.. yeah, he’s a little too into this for someone acting shy.

“i’m the one who suggested it, dummy,” you tease, adjusting the angle of your phone. the way you’re bending over to check the framing isn’t exactly innocent, and when you glance back at him, he’s got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, hands frozen mid-fidget.

“you look good already,” he blurts out, then immediately slaps a hand over his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to say it out loud.

“yeah? you think the camera’s gonna love me?”

“the camera,” he echoes, his gaze dragging down your body like he’s already undressing you in his head, “and me. definitely me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer until he’s flush against you. his hands are all over you, warm and eager, sliding under your shirt and pulling it off with a little too much enthusiasm. “oh my god, wait,” he says suddenly, his hands freezing mid-movement. “do i, like, pose? or—”

“seokmin,” you laugh, your hands cupping his jaw to pull him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. he melts into it quickly, groaning into your mouth when your hands slide under his waistband.

the kiss breaks with a gasp, and when you glance at the camera, the red light is still blinking. “you’re doing so well, baby,” you coo, your voice dripping with sweetness.

his ears go red, but he grins, his confidence kicking in as he steps back to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion. “think the camera’s getting my good side?”

“all your sides are good,” you shoot back, but your teasing falters when he reaches for your shorts, his fingers slow and deliberate as he slides them down your hips.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, reverent. “like, seriously. it’s unfair.”

seokmin’s breath is hot against your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he pulls you closer, bending you over the edge of the bed with a teasing chuckle. “you’re gonna look so good on camera.”

you shiver, the weight of his words making your knees weak, but he doesn’t let you collapse just yet. his palm glides down your spine, before he stops to spread you open with his hands.

“stay still,” he commands softly, and then—spit.

the sound is obscene, deliberate, and you gasp when it lands, cool and wet, right on your entrance, the spit glistening on your pussy. his fingers move to spread it around, teasing you in lazy circles until you’re arching back into his touch, whining.

“needy already?” he taunts, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank your head back gently. the stretch makes you gasp, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he laughs. “you better give the mic something to pick up, baby.”

he doesn’t wait for a response—just lines himself up and pushes in, letting the stretch pull a desperate moan from you. but it’s seokmin, and he never stays sweet for long. his hips snap forward, hard, and your gasp echoes through the room. “there it is,” he groans. his grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to look at the camera. “you hear yourself, huh? you sound so pretty. think they’ll hear that wet little noise when I do this?”

he thrusts harder, angling his hips so the slap of skin fills the room, the camera capturing every second. your hands grip the sheets for dear life, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as he keeps hitting that perfect spot, over and over. “moan for me, baby,” he demands, his voice rough and strained, “louder. let me hear you.” when you don’t immediately comply, his free hand slides around your waist, pressing down on your stomach to make you feel everything. “c’mon,” he coos, “don’t be shy. it’s just me and the camera.”

his teasing, his relentless thrusts, the filthy noises—it’s too much. you cry out, and he rewards you with a low, guttural moan in your ear. “fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “you sound so fucking good, baby. can’t wait to watch this later, see how fucking ruined you look.” his words send a thrill down your spine, and you clench around him, pulling a choked gasp from his lips. “you like that?” he rasps, his hips stuttering slightly as he adjusts his grip on your hair. “you’re so fucking tight—shit. gonna make me cum just thinking about this later.”

the thought of him rewatching this—watching you cum on his cock, hearing your desperate moans—has him thrusting even harder, his moans spilling out freely now. and when he finally pulls you up, flush against his chest, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to look into the camera, you’re both so far gone that you don’t even care how loud you’re being anymore.

[jongjjongie]

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[jongjjongie]

hiii, can i req underground boxer jh x reader?? thank you. i hope u have a good day :3

thank you so much for your request anon, i hope you like it and i hope you have a good day as well <3

tags: underground boxer jeonghan x reader, semi-public sex (in a bathroom stall), slight strength kink (blink and you’ll miss it), this ended up more suggestive than a downright full on smut scene idk

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a new face in the crowd. someone you’d never seen before, who carried himself with a quiet confidence that immediately demanded your attention. his hair was long, bundled together in a ponytail, with some artful strands hanging out to frame his face. he was gorgeous. he’d just been spectating the entire night, hands in his pockets and a small smirk drawn on his, frankly, beautiful lips.

until he demanded to fight jeon wonwoo. some of the audience had to laugh at the audacity of this new guy, requesting the man who’d never lost a fight in his life as his first boxing opponent.

you were curious and a little entranced. who was this guy?

“today’s winner… yoon jeonghan!” the announcer called out, and you were absolutely stunned. you couldn’t help but feel attracted to his gorgeous features when he confidently looked out at the audience.

that had been half an hour ago. after jeonghan had won his fight, he immediately picked you out of the crowd and invited you to follow him. you ended up in the small toilet stall of the building, where he carefully cleaned his hands before finally giving you his full attention.

“i know you’ve been staring at me the entire night, pretty girl,” he says, eyes shamelessly roaming your body, taking in the way your crop top hugs your boobs perfectly, and how your cute little miniskirt is just long enough to cover your ass.

“uh- i-“ is all you manage to get out before he continues.

“what’s your name?”

you give him your name, trying not to stumble your words after he called you pretty. he takes a step closer to you. you instinctively press your back against the wall, face tilted up at him with your mouth hanging open a little. his hands come up to the flat surface right next to your head and he leans down, his lips barely grazing your ear as he whispers “tell me, baby, do you want me to make you feel good?”

you quickly nod and jeonghan responds by easily turning you around, so your front is now pressed into the wall. one of his hands comes up to your neck to hold you still, while his other slowly goes to flip up your skirt, revealing your simple black lace panties. he uses his strength to rip them off and it’s extremely hot, making you moan at the sensation of the cold air against your dripping pussy.

“so pretty, aren’t you? and so wet already… just from watching me beat wonwoo, hmm?” if you weren’t so desperate for any kind of stimulation, you’d be embarrassed at how easy you were to read. right now however, all you can do is push your ass out further.

“please, jeonghan, please touch me,” your voice sounds wrecked already and he’s barely done anything to you at all.

“oh angel don’t worry, i’m gonna do a lot more than just touch you,”

another half hour later you stumble out of the bathroom, your hair and makeup a mess, your ripped panties still in jeonghan’s pocket and his number now safely stored in your phone contacts.

[jongjjongie]

thinking of single father!jeonghan who always asks you, his best friend, to babysit for him. he works long hours for him and his daughter, and you're one of the few people he trusts with his princess.

single father!jeonghan calls you when his daughter is running a fever and he can't get out of work. he never has to beg; you'll come running, both for him and the angel that you've grown to love.

single father!jeonghan texts you during his meetings— thanking you for your support, promising you a good diner. thank you. these meetings are boring. miss my princess (and you). 💗

single father!jeonghan has to bite back a laugh when, later that evening, you coo at his daughter in your desperate bid to get her to drink medicine. "this will make you feel good," you promise. "right, daddy?"

single father!jeonghan refuses to let that go. "you really think i'm going to let you walk out of here after calling me 'daddy'?" he teases as he blocks your way out of his apartment. "what does calling me 'daddy' make you then?"

single father!jeonghan is insufferable in trying to get you to call him 'daddy' again. you call him annoying and delusional as he practically begs for you to give in. "all i need is one eensy-weensy little word from you," he pleads. "just one little word, and i'll stop teasing you about it. promise."

"is this some kind of kink of yours?" you ask warily, and he can only laugh. "i'm not that kinky," he huffs. "though if it was, i'd definitely admit to it."

it's all fun and games for single father!jeonghan until you say with faux, biting innocence, "whatever you say, daddy," and suddenly, there's an unfamiliar stirring in his belly.

"what's wrong?" you prod. "thought you said it wasn't one of your kinks."

"it's not," single father!jeonghan says as his fingers trace absentminded circles on your thigh. "but hearing you say it is making me reassess."

single father!jeonghan knows it's his fault. he's the one who pulls you down on to him on the couch, the one who maneuvers you until you're straddling him. "this isn't—" you're saying, but jeonghan can't help himself.

single father!jeonghan plays with the hem of your shorts. his lips are up against your ear, your breath warm against the sensitive skin. "let me guess what you were going to say. this isn't proper, right? appropriate?"

single father!jeonghan plants gentle kisses up and down the expanse of your throat, feeling you quiver on top of him. "come on, sweetheart." he grins into your skin. "say it again and see just how much power you have over me. daddy's getting impatient."

but then you say his daughter's name, you remind him that she's fast asleep just down the hall, and single father!jeonghan is snapped back to his senses. the two of you are in the living room. his daughter, his lifeline, could walk in at any given moment. he'd never forgive himself.

single father!jeonghan centers himself enough to grouse, "we have to stop. we should sit and watch a movie— like normal—"

single father!jeonghan is thankful when you clamber off his lap, when you go to play some early 2000's romantic comedy. but he can't focus on the film at all. he finds himself stealing glances at you, his mind wandering back to the moments before, to the way your body had responded to his touch, the needy little whimpers that had escaped your lips.

single father!jeonghan sees how distracted you are, too, and he knows he has to bring it up. he lets the movie play on in the background as he tells you, "we can't just ignore this. it will become a problem if we do. we need to set some kind of boundary, some kind of rule to prevent this from happening."

single father!jeonghan idly plays with a lock of hair that's fallen over your shoulder, almost like he can't resist the magnetic pull drawing him to you. "we can't let this happen again," he says softly. "we need to keep things platonic."

"of course," you murmur. a rueful smile tugs at your lips. "but you're also the one touching me, yoon."

"this is all part of setting boundaries," single father!jeonghan mutters, his fingers leaving your hair to trail down your neck once again. "we have to establish where the line is. no touching like this, for instance. off-limits."

single father!jeonghan knows that you see it for what it is: an excuse. it's evident in how you rest your hand on his knee, how you ask him tentatively, "is this off-limits, too? or is this still okay?"

single father!jeonghan swallows hard before responding. "no. that's okay. that's fine." his legs spread wider, creating more room for you to keep your hand where it is. "just keep your hand there. don't go any lower. no higher, either."

"it's your turn to test my limits," you say, your voice a bit quiet. a bit shaky. verging on delirium with just how much want is undercutting it.

single father!jeonghan can't resist your offer. his hands reach for your hips, tracing every curve that he can reach. soon enough, you're back on his lap, his hands sliding around to your lower back.

single father!jeonghan can feel the heat of your body, the way your chest presses against his, the way your breath comes out in little gasps. "this will be off-limits," he rasps.

single father!jeonghan is a man on the brink, his grip white-knuckled on your thighs. when you give an intentional roll of your hips against it, he just about loses it. his breath hitches in his chest; you're saying something, a strangled whisper of "this will be— hng— off-limits?"

"off-limits," he repeats, his voice strained as you continue to move torturously slow over his lap. "definitely— fuck, definitely off-limits."

single father!jeonghan keeps his eyes closed, his head leaning back against the couch. you're humping him, now, the layers of clothing between you barely providing the friction that you really need. "sweetheart, you have to stop," he manages to choke out. "this isn't—"

"please," you plead, like you're whispering a confession. "just— a little bit. just let me get off on this, yoon, and we'll never have to talk about it ever again."

your fingers are digging into his shoulders, your face half-buried in the slender column of single father!jeonghan's neck. "we don't even have to— ah— do more," you mumble. "just let me use y'for a bit, please? please, honey?"

fuck, that just about kills single father!jeonghan. use him? honey? "okay," he says shakily. "okay, go ahead."

"thank you, hannie, honey," you gasp into his skin. "been so pent-up. just need a quick one. 'm sorry— ah, fuck."

single father!jeonghan sinks his teeth into his lower lip, trying to hold back the moans threatening to tear out of his throat. his hands are all over you, grabbing at your thighs, your hips, your waist— anywhere he can reach.

"it's okay," he grunts out. "you can have whatever you need. whatever you want. that's it— that's it, sweetheart. just let go."

"i'm sorry," you keep gasping against his skin. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm—"

your voice breaks when a particularly rough thrust has single father!jeonghan's clothed hardness brushing over where wetness is pooling at your core. your movements temporarily still as you fight to keep quiet, to regain some dignity. "god, hannie, i'm so sorry."

one of single father!jeonghan's hands come up to cradle the back of your head, holding you gently against him. the other hand moves to your hip, guiding your movements to provide you with the friction that you need.

"don't say sorry. just focus on how you feel, sweetheart. that's all that matters."

"that's it. just like that, darling. don't think. just feel."

single father!jeonghan guides you in moving on top of him. your body is tense, trembling, as you get closer to the edge. he feels a pang of guilt; this isn't going to satisfy either of you, will only complicate things a lot more.

single father!jeonghan pushes all those thoughts aside to focus on you. he keeps his hands entangled in your hair, clutching your waist, as he guides you in grinding down on him.

"just a little longer, honey. you're so close, i can tell."

you're tense, your breaths coming out in little gasps and whimpers. sounds he'll replay a million times later in his mind when he's alone in his own bed.

"that's it. don't hold back. want you to come for me, sweetheart. i need you to."

single father!jeonghan holds you as his soothing words push you over the edge, as you bury your face in the crook of his neck in a bid to keep yourself quiet. you climax with your walls clenching around nothing, your release flooding your underwear.

single father!jeonghan moans low in his throat when you whine out his name. it's a sound that's going to haunt him forever.

he is so, so gone for you, and now he will pay the price for letting this happen.

𓂃🖊 @ssickive | 12:01 a.m.

[jongjjongie]

LYLA

https://x.com/aludraexe/status/1845120324351951317?t=aB8NiLuW2HNoolbzIJWLrw&s=19

woozi + face slapping, the fact that i was just waiting for this request lmfao!!! slap me in the face woozi-ya!!! 🙏

warnings: smut, face-slapping (both receiving), penetrative sex, rough sex

jihoon always had a way of putting his hands to use, like he was born to make your body melt. he’d use those strong, long fingers to stretch you out, making sure you were ready for the size of him—he never liked rushing. he’d make you wait, teasing you with slow strokes, and you’d be squirming by the time he slid inside, whining for him to just go faster, go deeper. but nah, he was too good at keeping control, too good at making you beg for it.

and omg—hair pulling!!! every time he’d fist a handful, tilting your head back just so, you’d feel the pull all the way down to your pussy. you loved that. he loved it too. would smirk at the way your breath hitched when he did it, how you’d arch your back without even thinking, how you grow insanely wetter around his cock.

slapping your ass was his thing too. he’d do it at random, mid-thrust, like it was just a reflex or something. you’d never complain about it either, the sting of his palm paired with the pressure between your thighs had you moaning like a damn mess.

but there was this thing—this one thing—you’d been thinking about asking him for a while. it made your stomach twist a little ‘cause it felt kinda embarrassing, even though with the way he fucked you, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything anymore. but still, you’d kept it quiet, kept it locked up in the back of your mind.

until, one night, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. you knew that he drove you crazy enough to pull this from you one day. you couldn’t help it—you just blurted it out, voice shaky, barely loud enough for him to hear over the sound of your moaning.

“slap me,” you whispered.

he didn’t even miss a beat, hips still working like a machine, as he tilted his head, like a curious kitten. “where?” you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. you bit your lip, looking away for a second, the words caught in your throat, ‘cause this wasn’t something you just casually asked for.

he wasn’t having it though, wasn’t gonna let you off that easy. “where?” he asked again, sharper this time, thrusting faster, shallow, but enough to make your breath hitch, make your legs shake.

you knew what he was doing. he was making you say it, making you feel every inch of him until you couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“jihoon—“ you tried to keep steady, but your voice broke when he thrust deep this time, substituting the shallow and quick thrusts, rolling his hips, the pressure inside you reaching the g'spot, a spot that made you want to scream. it would always make you cum or... scream, or both.

“say it,” he growled, grip on your hip tightening, and you knew you couldn’t hold it back.

“my face,” you finally screamed, heat rushing to your cheeks, even though every part of you was already flushed from how hard he was fucking you.

you heard him chuckle, like it was something dumb, like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. his hand came up before you could even think about it, connecting with your cheek—stinging, but also so fucking hot.

“like that?” his voice was so cocky, so self-satisfied, but all you could do was nod, your mouth hanging open as another slap came, this one harder, and you felt yourself getting even wetter from it.

“fuck, ji!” you moaned, body shaking, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. he kept hitting that spot inside you with each thrust, his pace punishing now, his hand gripping your chin after each slap to make sure you were looking at him.

you couldn’t even form words at that point, just nodding, moaning, body trembling under him as he kept fucking you like he owned every single part of you.

“answer me,” he demanded, his hips slamming into yours with this ruthless rhythm, and you felt yourself spiraling, your orgasm building so fast you could merely keep up.

“yes—fuck, yes, jihoon,” you cried out, your voice cracking as your whole body tensed.

his hips are still rolling, those deep, slow thrusts that make you feel every inch of him, make your body quake every time he bottoms out. he was savoring the way your walls clenched around him, the way you’d whimper his name without meaning to. “can’t believe you wanted this,” he muttered, mocking. “you wanted me to slap you, hm? wanted me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are? why would you like this?” the words fell from his lips so easily, like he was saying the filthiest things and expecting you to break apart just from hearing him.

your mind was spinning, lost in the haze of it all, but somehow—somehow—you managed to catch enough breath to respond. or, at least, to show him exactly how much you wanted it, why would you like something like this. with a rise of boldness you didn’t even know you had, you lifted your trembling hand and slapped his face. the slap isn’t hard—not as hard as he slapped you—but it’s enough to make his head snap to the side, his dark eyes blinking in shock for a split second.

jihoon froze. his hips stilled inside you, deep, so deep it made your entire body shake. your legs jerked uncontrollably against his sides, your back arching off the bed as the pressure of him not moving—just staying buried inside you—made you sob.

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. he wasn’t moving. he just stayed like that, still, heavy inside you, his breath coming out in rough pants, like he couldn’t believe what you’d just done.

“you really slapped me,” he said, socked, but inside, he fucking loved it. his hand gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding back from losing control. “you’re really gonna act like you can handle more of this? ‘cause trust me—” he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “—you can’t.”

his words put up in the air, daring, taunting. but his hips stayed completely still, your body was shaking, trembling against his, desperate for him to move, to do something, but he wasn’t giving it to you.

your breath hitched, your back arching again, trying to shift against him, trying to get some kind of friction, but he wouldn’t let you. he wouldn’t fucking let you.

“what’s wrong?” he chuckled, that dark, teasing tone creeping back in. “thought you wanted this? thought you liked it when i fucked you hard, slapped you around a bit. now look at you, falling apart when i’m not even moving.” he paused, letting the silence stretch, feeling how tight you were around him. “pathetic.”

he rolled his hips, just barely, making your eyes roll back from how deep he still was. your walls clamped down on him immediately, body reacting without you even thinking, but he didn’t give you anything more.

“tell me why you wanted this,” he demanded, voice firm. “tell me why you wanted me to slap your pretty face, hm?”

you whimpered, legs trembling against his sides, your body practically begging for him to start moving again. but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you said it. you could tell by the way he stayed still, by the smug look on his face that made your stomach twist.

you mumbled it almost absentmindedly, like you were lost somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion. “i love it when you discount your stress on me.” it was quiet, but he heard you. jihoon paused for a second, then bit his lip, eyes narrowing slightly before he chuckled.

“baby,” he started, “if i ever really discounted my stress on you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.” his eyes, a merge of humor and threat, making you snort despite yourself.

you laughed, breathless and weak, your body trembling under him, and he laughed too. “nah, i’m serious,” he continued, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek, his gaze still locked on yours. “you laugh too much, you know that?”

you were still smiling when his hand came down on your face again, harsher this time, the sharp sting making your breath hitch.

smack!

his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyes focused on the way your cheek turned pink from the hit. he was still smiling, that same smug look on his face. you gasped when you felt your body respond, your pussy tightening around his cock squeezing him like a fucking vice, and he moaned, nearly losing himself right there as his cock slid just a little out of you with a slick squelch.

“fuck, i felt that,” he groaned. and then, without warning, his hand came down on your face again—another slap—this one harder, making your head jerk to the side.

your skin stung, your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut “look at me,” he commanded, grabbing your chin and turning your face back toward him. his fingers pressed into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and you could scarcely keep your eyes open. “you’re gonna be my good girl and take all of it, huh?”

you nodded weakly. “yes, ji…”

“fuckin’ right you are.” he didn’t waste a second after that. his hand slid down to your throat, wrapping around it slowly, squeezing just enough to make your breathing uneven. he started to rock his hips again. his cock slid in and out of you, so deep, each thrust making you choke on the air you were trying to pull in.

“s-so good, ji! shit—” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out, your voice strangled.

“nah, don’t talk,” he grunted, hips slamming into you harder, making the bed creak. his hand tightened around your throat, his thumb pressing just under your jaw, making your head spin. “just take it. take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

[jongjjongie]

First of all 'closer' is one of the greatest svt fics i've ever read. I could just feel all the wild butterflies aaaaaaaaaa and I still reread it from time to time

Also I've been thinking about mean dom jeonghan a lottttt. So can I request dom jeonghan x reader with like lots of nipple play (idk how you feel abt anal but if you're uncomfortable no need to add it!)

Feel free to scrape this if you're uncomfortable or simply not interested <3

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!jeonghan cuz im really bad at writing doms oops, nipple play, smut, dry humping, anal fingering and anal penetration, afab reader, teasing, jh is an asshole lmao, etc.

wc: 1427

a/n: thank u so much!!! thats my most popular fic haha i had no idea people would like it this much but it makes me so happy<33

a/n 2: also can u tell idk anything about anal oops</3

masterlist

"told you not to argue back, baby. now look where your bad behavior got you."

every word that left his lips did so condescendingly. had it been anyone else (or even under a different context), you wouldve argued back, protected your dignity.

but this was jeonghan. and you were sitting between his legs as you suffered through every one of his touches.

maybe suffering was a bit harsh, but that's exactly how it felt at the moment. his hands had not stopped their torture in the past hour, alternating between circling your clit and finding their way north and on your nipples, liberal in the way he pulled and twisted at them.

endless whines and breaths of frustration left you (meddled in with sounds of genuine pleasure), which you were sure went straight to the length currently pressed up against your back.

"you know this isn't the worst of it, right, baby?", he taunted, "wait til i get my hands to even more fun places. or when i finally put my mouth on you," you could hear the mischief in his voice.

and soon enough, he made good on his word. before even realizing what happened, you were on your back and your gremlin of a boyfriend was smirking above you as he leaned down to kiss at your chest.

it started off slow, soft, just as everything did with jeonghan. but it evolved into teasing and eye-watering. his lips wrapped around your nipple, eyes still on your face as he sucked at it. soft wafts of air were let out against your skin as he breathed through his nose, mouth too occupied on your tits.

"you're so fucking soft, baby. so pretty," and despite the teasing, he continued to be sweet to you.

the juxtaposition between the pleasure from his words and his lack of finesse while sucking at your tits made goosebumps form on your skin. your hand found his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more of both the softness and the harshness.

"love when i play with your tits, don't you, baby? naughty thing," he chuckled, finding your other boob.

meanwhile, his hips had been grinding into your own, molding against them while he entertained himself with your boobs. one of his hands laid itself next to your head to hold himself up while the other played with your neglected tit. you were thoroughly stimulated, yet you knew jeonghan would somehow try to go even further.

and you were proven correctly when his hand left your boob to find its way between your legs. but unexpectedly to you, instead of moving to play with your clit, he bypassed it to reach lower. your body followed with his silent desire, scooting up to give him access.

it was unspoken. his mouth remained occupied with your chest, leaving it more raw and sensitive by the second. his fingers found your hole while you were distracted by his mouth nibbling and pulling at your left nipple, gasping out at both the sudden intrusion and the bite.

"like that, baby? shit, so tight for me. can't wait to see how tight you'll be around my cock," he breathed out as if picturing it.

it didn't take him long to find that spot that had your eyes rolling back. and in usual jeonghan fashion, he made liberal use of it, taking turns in stimulating it and missing it altogether just to get you to cry out in frustration.

"god, you're so easy, baby. i can touch you anywhere and you cry," he chuckled, "such a sensitive little thing."

with his lips still on your chest, he mocked your moans between flicks of his tongue. it was too much. your breasts were overriding with sensitivity, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. you couldn't make a sound anymore. all that left you were hiccuped gasps or silent whines.

at every whine leaving your lips, jeonghan hummed into your chest, encouraging the sounds you made for him and even mocking you at times. it was so frustrating, so damn annoying, but it felt too good for any words of complaint to actually leave your lips.

"you know i won't make you cum, right, baby?", and his fingers suddenly left you. you could feel a smirk and the vibration of a cackle against your tit.

your whine of complaint was only met by a bite to your nipple, making you whine even louder.

"tsk, it's so hard having such a whiny girl begging me to touch her 24/7," he feigned annoyance, "but, maybe if you get on all fours for me, i might consider fucking you," he said it with a patronizing tone that made you want to sock him in the face, but you knew your body.

and so when he distanced himself from you, you willingly turned around, using your elbows for support as you lifted your hips up for him to take into his hands, positioning you against his crotch and teasingly grinding against you.

"see what a good girl you are? you deserve a reward, angel."

instead of reaching into the drawer for the usual condom, you heard the clacking of items as he blindly pulled out a bottle. you heard him struggle to open, letting out a few very jeonghan-like sounds as he opened the lube and squirted out a generous amount on his hands.

being the annoying tease he was, he made sure to slip his fingers in once again, muttering some half-assed excuse that he wanted to check just one last time to see if you were ready for him. your complains were met by a squeeze of your hips and a childish bite to your left hip.

"be good, baby. you were being so good, don't stop now," he tsk'd, "i'll give it to you now, okay?"

it wasn't often that jeonghan made use of your other hole. it was usually saved for special occasions. something about wanting to enjoy it as an extra treat every so often. some very jeonghan reason.

it was a bit of a struggle, but you were always reminded of how worth it it was when you'd hear his moans of struggle as he attempted not to cum within the first few seconds inside you.

"always so tight through here, baby. fucking strangling my dick," he sighed, "but you're ready for me, right, pretty? need me to fuck you now?"

you wailed at him when his hand rounded you, teasing at your clit as his hips began to move behind you. the angle must've been a little awkward for him, but he made it work. he made it work far too good.

"oh god, baby, fuckin' made for me, huh?", he groaned out.

the room was filled with jeonghan's occasional whining and the rhythmic slapping of skin. you were mostly mute, only crying out when he decided to hump at you extra hard in hopes of that exact effect.

"can never last when you're this tight," he whined, "so mean to me. always making me cum so soon," he complained in between thrusts.

he became frantic then, pushing you further into the bed, resulting in your head pressing up on the comforter and drooled. you were a mess, but you were comforted in the fact that jeonghan wasn't likely to be faring any better.

"hannie ..." was all you could mumble as your words muffled. you wanted to warn him, but he knew your body so well that he already knew.

"i know, baby, me too. let go, angel," he sighed out one last time.

you might've blacked out a bit. or maybe he did. perhaps both. it wasn't long til you found yourself lying on that exact same position, except jeonghan was no longer inside you but rather doing his weak attempt at flipping you over so you could cuddle him despite the mess forming between you.

"you make this so hard for me when you pass out," he grumbled jokingly, finally getting you to nuzzle into his neck.

his lips kissed at any area available, even ending up at your arm and sternum at some point. he didn't usually care as long as he was kissing you.

"then don't fuck my ass, you idiot," you bit at his arm, earning a 'wah!" from him.

"brat."

"says you."

he chuckled, giving you a peck on your lips this time.

"i'll give you five minutes before another failed attempt at cleaning you up," he warned.

"sure, old man."

and that earned you a bite in return.

[jongjjongie]

how about mingyu & breeding kink w sum nasty ahh dirty talk 👁️👁️

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

“c’mon baby one more.”

it’s been what, two rounds? you can’t even think right now as hes behind you, on your side on the bed as he was pounding into you. your cunt was soaked up by his and your juices colliding, your moans breaking out as you were gripping onto a pillow for a-chancy to hold onto something— someone.

he always had a good stamina you couldn’t even lie, you loved it. all you had to do was lay there and take it.

“fuck- baby.. you’re fucking soaked like a slut in heat, you like that? wanna be gyu’s slut? hm?” he had a grip on your neck, tilting your head to his face as he stared deep into your eyes, unable to even keep them open at his speed pounding into you, his dick hitting your gspot repeatedly.

“ohmygod- gonna fucking put a baby in you.. want that? want me to fucking breed your pussy until its unable to take anymore of my cum? want that?”

“fu-fuck! yes! i want that! pleas- fuck a baby into me!”

“atta girl.” he smirked, choking your sides of your neck harder, his speed going animalistic now as he felt he was gonna cum again, you smiled at him with moans echoing around the room. your thighs were fucking sticky from his cum dripping out from cumming twice.

“gonna cum in you- fuck, gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy..” he moaned, feeling his dick go faster in you as he finally came, his dick splurting his cum in you as you gasped, you felt it fill you up as you hold onto the pillow, teary ruined mascara running down your cheeks.

he stayed in you, trying to regain control as he looked at your ruined face.

“so, want a baby huh?”

(this one is shorter than i should’ve thought !! :( im sorry its short but more is coming soon!!! requests are open till tmr <3)

[jongjjongie]

(🪽) ... to the stars

⭐ starring: jeonghan

🪽preview: “I love you, angel.” He whispered, pressing a light kiss against your lips when you finally found the courage to let him go. He hesitated, face inches from yours, as if he was debating whether or not to go in for a second kiss. He retracted in the end, standing up straight and grabbing his various bags. He knew that if he kissed you a second time, he’d lose all self control and you’d end up in bed with your clothes off, and him, very late. 

“I’ll be back soon!” He called as he entered the car, a smiling Seungcheol waving to you as he helped Jeonghan bring his bags in. “Don’t die because you miss me too much!” 

The last thing you see before they drive off is Jeonghan’s dazzling smile, his shining eyes and his clean cut hair.

tw/cw: talk of the "e" word, oral f!receiving, manhandling, surprise sex, jeonghan gets buff after training, mention of female + male parts, jeonghan goes kinda feral, overstim!

🪽rating: 18+ | word count: 2.1k

☁️ masterlist & a/n: i really can't believe it's only been two months since jeonghan enlisted it feels like FOREVER and WAY TOO LONG. also - first try at full on smut so...was giggling while writing this i had way too much fun. let me know how ya'll feel! smut starts in ch 4

MINORS DNI

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(🪽)

The dreaded “e-word” has haunted both you and Jeonghan since the start of your relationship. The stupid prospect of enlistment gnawed at both your insides, like an impending doomsday clock - ticking, ticking away at your time together. 

Maybe you were being dramatic - but if tour was painful for the two of you, enlistment would surely kill. 

“At least one good thing came out of me injuring my shoulder.” Jeonghan quipped, stretching lazily over your legs as you laid in bed. “I’ll be on duty, but I get to go home every night.” He stared up at you with playful eyes. “It’ll basically be a nine to five, after my basic training is complete.” 

Returning the playful look, you scrunched your nose, relishing the last few days with him next to you. “I guess.” You hummed, reaching a hand to run your fingers through his long hair. You’d be seeing his precious locks go tomorrow, and the loss felt like losing a baby. You had basically raised his perfect, luscious hair yourself - a handful of his hair products being yours. You’d miss picking out his monthly hair colors as well. (Red hair Jeonghan was by far still your greatest achievement).

“Don’t be sad, angel.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his hair, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. “It’s not like I’m leaving forever.” 

“You’re not very upset about it.” You pouted, feeling slighted by the way he seemed so unbothered. “You must think you’re not going to miss me very much, Hannie.” Your tone was teasing and light, although the insecurity was very much real. 

“I am going to miss you.” He admitted, squinting open an eye to look at you. “Don’t twist my words.” 

Jeonghan fell silent when you didn’t reply, hands still absentmindedly threading themselves through his hair. He watched you with careful eyes, knowing your nerves were frayed from enlistment stress. More like the absence of Jeonghan stress, he thought bitterly. He hated leaving you as much as you hated him leaving. 

“You should just move in.” 

Your next words caught him off guard as he looked up at you, blinking. It was rare to catch Jeonghan speechless. Usually equipped with witty comebacks, Jeonghan’s silence worried you as you sat up straight, moving him off your lap. “It’s just an idea.” Your voice shrank, knowing it was a big move. You hadn’t been dating for very long - two years - but still, not long enough to guarantee a move in. 

Having been nudged off your legs, Jeonghan sat up. “You think I should?” He asked, grabbing your hand and enveloping it in his.

You nodded.

“I guess it makes sense.” He had a coy smile on his face as he inwardly cooed at your shyness. “Then I’ll get to see your pretty face everyday instead of Seungkwan.”

“A much better upgrade.” You quipped at the younger boy’s expense, nodding along, big question jitters disappearing. “And half of your stuff is already here anyways.” 

“I love you.” He suddenly blurted out, although it sounded so beautifully normal and welcomed. His ears turned red, having not expected himself to say what he was thinking out loud. 

“I love you too, Hannie.”

(🪽🪽)

“If you mess up my hair I’m leaving you.” 

Frowning extra hard at his words, you steadied yourself, clippers at the ready as you analyzed his black locks. “If you don’t trust me you should’ve gone to your stylist.” You chided, pushing back a mop of his hair - rather roughly in retaliation. 

Whining, he glared at you through the mirror. “Brute.” He mumbled under his breath, a little apprehensive about agitating you further. You were the one with the clippers, after all. 

“Stop glaring at me or I’ll render you bald.” You threatened, eyeing him in challenge, the clippers in your hand coming to life as you began. “Hold still.” 

There was something strangely emotional about the whole process, as you watched tufts of Jeonghan’s hair fall to the ground around you. At least he didn’t have to get it super short - you really might have cried then - although the ceremonious feeling of it all still brought unwanted tears to your eyes. 

“It’ll grow back.” His quiet voice reminded you, pouting when he saw your glistening eyes and the way you were staring at his hair. “It’s not permanent.” 

“I know.” You mumbled, running your hands through his now short hair, more tears threatening to spill over when it just didn’t feel the same as before. “Let me mourn.” 

He laughed, although you saw him staring at himself in the mirror, his own eyes melancholic and equally wet. “Sometimes I think you’re only dating me for my hair.”

Pursuing your lips, you bit back a smile. “It’s definitely a plus.”

(🪽🪽🪽)

You had always hated long goodbyes.

They seemed too fruitless, so unnecessary and awkward to execute. You had always been a strong believer of a quick wave, a brief hug, or perhaps a quick exchange of pleasantries. 

However, once it was time to say goodbye to Jeonghan as he stood, packed and ready for his mandatory training camp, you wished goodbyes could last forever. 

“You’re going to have to let me go someday.” Jeonghan’s voice was muffled as he spoke through your hair. 

Your hold around him only tightened at his words, arms looping firmly around his neck. You inhaled, breathing him in - the light scent of pomegranates and the ocean tide. “Please don’t go.” It sounded pathetic, the way your voice broke near the end, but a part of you felt like maybe he wasn’t going to come back. Stupid. You chided yourself. Of course he’ll come back. 

“You’re going to make me cry.” Jeonghan mumbled, pulling you into him tighter - although it was nearly impossible, with the way you were already pressed up against him. He bit the insides of his cheek, holding back the tears because he knew someone had to keep it together during this goodbye - and it wasn’t going to be you. Burrowing his face deeper into your nape, he wished selfishly there was a way for him not to leave. Holding you tighter, he knew that if there was a way to crawl inside you and live there - he would. “I’ll write to you.” He promised.

It was a silly idea with the existence of technology, but Jeonghan was adamant to hand write his letters while serving - something about it being more personable. It’ll give you something to look forward to, he explained, although you told him that him coming home was enough. The letters were just as sweet though. 

“I love you, angel.” He whispered, pressing a light kiss against your lips when you finally found the courage to let him go. He hesitated, face inches from yours, as if he was debating whether or not to go in for a second kiss. He retracted in the end, standing up straight and grabbing his various bags. He knew that if he kissed you a second time, he’d lose all self control and you’d end up in bed with your clothes off, and him, very late. 

“I’ll be back soon!” He called as he entered the car, a smiling Seungcheol waving to you as he helped Jeonghan bring his bags in. “Don’t die because you miss me too much!” 

The last thing you see before they drive off is Jeonghan’s dazzling smile, his shining eyes and his clean cut hair. 

(🪽🪽🪽🪽)

You would have compared him to a feral animal - the way he pounced on you upon his arrival home. 

“I missed you so fucking much, angel.” He groaned, arms pulling you against him without warning, giving you no time to register his appearance. 

“Hannie.” His name came out as more of a moan as his fingers dipped, drifting towards the band of your sweats and delving under. “When- when did you get home?” 

“Got to leave earlier than expected.” He mumbled against your neck, thoroughly distracted by the way you were softening under his grasp. He had forgotten how beautiful you looked, falling apart at his fingertips. “Been waiting.” He gasped out, pulling your hair so his lips could meet yours. “No idea how much I missed you.” 

“Hannie.” His name was all you could say, all you could even think about. His every being enveloped your senses as you felt your back press up against the hallway wall. “Hannie.”

“Yes, angel?” He dipped to his knees, gazing up at you with the coy smile you had missed so much. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Hannie.” You whined, and you knew it was embarrassing how fast you were complying. “Want - need you.” 

He let out a breathy chuckle, holding you by your thighs and pulling your sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion. You didn’t miss the tiny whimper that fell quietly from his lips - finally face to face with the sweet pussy he had dreamed of each night after training. It had tortured him, not being able to feel you, to hold you, to see you. Military training had taught him a lot of things - although the greatest lesson he took away was how much of a privilege you were. Losing access to both you and the pussy that always took him so well had been maddening. 

He paused, smirking when you bucked into his hand, impatient. 

“Hurry up, Hannie.” You scolded, half annoyed but mostly pleading. “Hannie.” 

As if the repeat of his name had woken him up from the daze he had found himself under - some spell, Jeonghan glanced up at you with hooded eyes before diving in, tongue working against your folds. It was obscene, the wet sounds coming from you, mixed with his pants and muffled groans. He all but buried himself into your heat - fulfilling his wish of crawling inside of you - in the most perverted yet terribly arousing way. 

The sounds of both satisfaction and pleasure coming from you only spurred him on, eating you out with one goal in mind: to make you finish, to finally drown himself in your scent after two long weeks without you next to him.

“Fuck- Hannie.” The only coherent words falling from your lips was a long string of curses, followed by a loud whine of his name. “I’m gonna - fuck.” 

You felt the mess before you saw it, as you gripped his hair for leverage, legs shaking as you steadied yourself against the wall. A gush of release spurted from you, coating his face as he lapped, unbothered by the slick. 

“Hannie -” Legs shaking, threatening to collapse, you pushed at his head. “Too much-” 

It was like he was trying to devour you whole. 

“Hannie-” You cried out, cumming again - a visceral reaction from the amount of attention his tongue was giving to your cunt and the constant stimulations from his nose bumping against your clit. 

He finally looked up as he drank the last drops of juice from your pussy, eyes shining in satisfaction as he smirked up at you. “Did you miss me?” 

You were glad his cockiness had not escaped him during his military training. Tugging harshly at his hair, you all but collapsed into his arms, pressing a feathery light kiss against the side of his neck. “You beast.” You mumbled, earning a loud laugh from him as he moved you both to the living room, wiping his face with a cloth before coming to clean you. 

It was then that you finally got to get a good look at him. You laid on the couch, eyes following his every movement as he wiped in between your legs with his usual gentle and care. 

He was built. Stronger, somehow broader and more defined then you remembered him being. His shoulders and arms flexed as he worked, and you caught a sight of his carved thighs and the damp tent in his pants as he stood up, leaving to throw the now sullied cloth away. 

“Hannie?” You called after him, feeling your desire return just by the glimpses of his new physique. 

“Yes, angel?” His head poked out from the doorway, returning next to you as he lay down, once again situating himself in between your legs. His nose bumped against yours as he looked at you with gentle, loving eyes - a straight contrast to the callouses, rough hands that were now roaming your chest.

“What did mandatory training do to you?” You asked, running a hand down his arm and squeezing his bicep. “Did they like- make you pull cars or something?” 

His hands went self-consciously to grab his own biceps, a large hand covering yours as he blushed. “No, it was just a lot of working out.” He smiled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “What? You like what you see?”

“Very, very much.” You admitted, liking how he basked under the praise. “Not that I didn’t like your body before- but this is…” You paused, trying to find the right word to describe the delectable human being sitting in front of you that you knew could ruin you on a whole nother level. “Different.” 

Jeonghan smirked. “If you think this is different, you should see what’s under my clothes, angel.” 

masterlist

[jongjjongie]

hot tub lovin' l y.jh

nsfw mdni. 18+

pairing: bf!jeonghan x f!reader

warnings: public sex, hot tub sex, no fear of being caught lol.., riding, begging, choking, praising, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n: this is the result of the influence of these pics as well as my beautiful wife @hanniesbrat 🩷

You and Jeonghan are finally on a well deserved vacation, finally winding down after days upon days of stress and exhaustion. you’d spent the whole day out and exploring the city with the love of your life. going to all the famous tourist spots where jeonghan forced you to pose for pictures because you ‘look so pretty’ and all the pretty cafés where you both tried an array of pastries that you’d never tried before. your day went amazing, you’d say. but it was finally time to relax after a day full of exploring and walking. 

It's 9pm and you’re both heading out to the indoor pool at your hotel. it seemed as if everyone was asleep, you hadn’t seen a single person since you got back and granted the pool closed at 10pm, you were sure no one else was gonna come in anyways. 

“You’re gorgeous, baby” Jeonghan breathed out, lowering himself into the hot tub slowly, eyes on you, clad in a bikini that did little to hide anything. 

“You’re not too bad yourself” Your smile was big watching your boyfriend scoot closer to you and throw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in closer. “Thank you for today, Jeonghan” Truthfully, this vacation wouldn’t have happened without Jeonghan, if he didn’t plan everything out and surprise you with it, you don’t think you'd go on a vacation until way later. 

“Anything for you my baby” He smiled down at you, leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft, like always, they always felt so perfect on your own lips. Like they were made to kiss you. Your hand trailed over his bare chest, trailing further down all the way until you could palm his cock through his swim trunks. “Anything?” A hopeful glint in your eyes, a low groan escaped his lips. “You know I’d do anything for you,” 

“Then, can you fuck me here?” You batted you eyelashes at him, pouting to the best of your ability. 

“You’ll have to work for it then, get on top of me?” With no hesitation, you climbed into his lap, moving to grind on his semi hard cock. “Jeonghan,” You breathed grinding down on him with more pressure this time “‘M so wet, can i put it in, please?” He replied a ‘yes’, his tone mirroring yours. Raising your hips up to give him enough room to pull his swim trunks down, enough to pull his cock out while you made quick work in removing your bikini bottoms, only slipping it off one leg. Climbing back onto his lap, guiding the head of his cock to nestle between your folds before sinking down on his cock slowly. The both of you moaned loud, the feeling of his cock filling you up made you feel giddy in a way, “You’re so big,” A genuine smile adorning your face when he finally bottomed out in you. Jeonghan only managed to moan out in return, trying his best to keep his noises at bay. You on the other hand, the more you bounced on his cock, the louder you were moaning, with no care in the world to who could walk in or walk by. 

“God, you’re so fucking loud. Do you know that? Do you really want everyone to know how slutty you are?” That only made you moan louder, throwing your head back as you tried your best to keep riding him despite the difficulty caused by the water. 

“Don’t care– your cock feels so fucking good” Jeonghan knew there was no point of trying to get you to quiet down, he didnt even want to. Truthfully he didn't even care if you got caught, as long as his baby’s happy, so is he. So instead of telling you to quiet down, he brought his hand, previously resting on your hip, down to rub circles on your clit–your weakness, and he knew it. 

He couldn't help giving in as well, moaning out loud himself when he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight. “You’re going to cum aren’t you?” Jeonghan mused. He didnt need you to tell him you were close, he could tell. From the way your movements became more laboured than before, to the way you got louder and then finally, when you started grinding down on him. “I need to, Jeonghan, I need to cum.” his hands wrapped around your throat, his fingers tightened around your throat but it didn’t even matter, you found yourself silently screaming Jeonghan’s name as you rolled your hips down on Jeonghan’s cock, feeling your walls spasm as you came around him. As soon as your post orgasm state wore off, you pushed yourself to start riding him again, “Please cum Jeonghan, please fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me, I want it so much.” It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bring his hands back to your hips and press you down, burying himself deep inside your cunt and releasing his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like you're the only people around. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you. Holding you close, like you’d slip away if he hadn’t. 

“God, I needed this so bad.”