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BARK BARK WOOF BARK WOOF

( skz headcanons ) virgin!skz

🖇️📂 some bitchless skz headcanons 

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, virginity loss, dryhumping, oral (female receiving), teasing, putting cocky!minho in his place 🗣️ note: y’all already know i’m gonna have to make a series out of this 🤤 so please keep a look out for that! in the meantime enjoy these filthy little headcanons i had gathering dust in my drafts

방찬. BANG CHAN

virgin!chan who can’t stop thinking about fucking you. he’s a little bit of a perv - he lets you walk up the stairs in front of him so he can steal a glance of what you’re hiding underneath your pretty little skirt, makes dirty jokes around you just so he can see that cute flustered look you get not being able to meet his eyes, fists his cock at night with your name dangling from his lips. sometimes he can’t keep his filthy thoughts at bay, especially when you’re bending over in front of him, skirt riding up and giving him a nice view of your cute ass that he wished he could part to sandwich his cock between. he swears you do it on purpose to get a reaction out of him. when you finally let him between your legs he’s so eager. it’s pathetic the way he’s so desperate to please you, how he fights off the almost painful need to cum just so he doesn’t disappoint your little pussy so early on, especially not when he’s finally got the chance to fuck you. he can’t keep his mouth shut either, asking you every few seconds if you like it or if he’s doing okay - tearing up and slurring over his words the closer he is. he’s so thankful, little thankyou’s spilling out past his lips as he drills deeper into your pussy, arms trembling on either side of your head and before he knows it he’s cumming, hard. spilling out past your folds and onto the bed, pretty and creamy and he almost wonders how he’s went so long without the sight. 

리노. LEE MINHO

virgin!minho who acts so confident and cocky until he’s inside you, and suddenly he doesn’t know where to put his hands or what to say. minho will never outright admit that he’s a virgin, he has too much pride for that, but you’ll find out the second you get him between your legs. you were so sure he fucks, but with the way he looks up at you so unsure over your mound, eyes silently begging for guidance as he strokes and thumbs at your cunt with long fingers, fumbling nervously over your clit - it was clear he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. he’s a little awkward, stutters over his words a lot when he tries to dirty talk you, breath hitching and an uncharacteristic whimper falling off his lips when his fingers slip into your cunt and he feels how tight you are, just imagining how it’ll feel when it’s his dick being suffocated by the warm plush walls of your pussy instead. he gasps and groans and whines when he finally nudges his cock inside of you, stilling his hips when he’s only a few inches deep to catch his breath, holding onto your hips with shaky hands and a wild look in his pretty brown eyes, panting beneath you like a bitch in heat cause just cause he doesn’t wanna cum so soon but you’re making it so hard for him :( it’s cute the way he can’t seem to live up to his name, the cold, almost bad-boy like reputation he’s had all this time suddenly out the window with one taste of pussy and instead replaced with a whimpering, tearful mess just begging to lose himself in the heat of your cunt, begging you to take his virginity.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

virgin!changbin who’s a fast learner. show him where to touch, tell him what to say, how deep to go, how fast or slow - he’ll listen, acting like he’s done it his whole life. all those nights spent thinking about stretching and tiring out your cute cunt couldn’t prepare him for the real thing. he gets hard at the most inconvenient times and he hates the way his cock jumps in excitement when you notice with a sweet giggle, only to end up mocking him for being such a virgin. he wishes he could shove his dick between your lips to finally shut you the fuck up, make you apologise on his cock for ever thinking about making a joke out of him, force you to moan and cry his name and admit he’s the best you’ve ever had, how he could leave you to get fucked by 100 men and the little virgin you love to mock would still be the one you run back to. but he just walks home and kicks stones and resorts to fucking his own fist, spewing vile cruses underneath his breath that should’ve been tainting your ears instead as he fucks you to tears. the first time he eats you out you almost think he’s enjoying it more than you - groaning and slobbering messily into your cunt, nudging your sensitive nub with the tip of nose everytime he lays a fat swipe of tongue against your clit, humping into the bed when he hears your little gasps. as soon as he loses his virginity he’s just eager for more, looking at you with a pathetic desperation glinting in his eyes, wondering when the next time you’ll let him play with your pussy will be. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

virgin!hyunjin who’s mouth dries up everytime you’re near him. he’s normally so confident and talkative, can’t seem to stfu most days but as soon as you come around he’s gone quiet - eyes too busy following the hemline of your cute skirt to entertain the conversation happening around him, wondering what colour panties you’re wearing or even if you’re wearing any at all - and just the thought of your bare pussy being inches away from him has his cock swollen and twitching in need to find out. hyunjin is so nervous around you and it shows - hands sweaty and adams apple bobbing in his throat when you make brief eye contact - wondering if you can read his mind and find out all the disgusting dirty things he wants to do to you, if you can sense just how badly he wants to ruin your cunt for every other man to come until it’s just him you think about. him. him. him. he’s almost embarrassed about the effect you have on him, but he can’t find it in himself to care when you finally let him fuck you. he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, trembling and hovering over your hips like he’s afraid to touch, as if his cock wasn’t making a mess out of your pussy in the meantime. he gets a tad pathetic the closer he is to cumming, thick cock stretching you open like no one has ever done before and small pleas falling from his pretty lips in rushed nonsense and gasped whimpers - “please just cum, m’so close. tell me you’re close too please” little sighs of “can’t believe you’re actually letting me fuck you, thankyouthankyouthankyou” he just wants to be good for you!!

한. HAN JISUNG

virgin!jisung who’s so easy to manipulate. he’ll let you do anything to him as long as he ends up in your pretty pussy by the end of it. slap him around a little, call him names, mock him for being a virgin, tell him where to kiss, go slower, go deeper or harder - and he’ll be in near tears before he’s even inside you. eats you out like a man starved, drool and spit and arousal dripping down his chin as he locks his jaw around your clit, sucking and nipping at your folds until you’re bucking like a wild animal against his face. makes you cum from his greediness alone, he’s a tad sloppy and makes a completely mess out of your cunt, not the most skilled but eager enough to make up for it. constantly thanks you over and over for finally letting him fuck you, all sloppy and teary eyed and getting so fucking pussy drunk that he can’t even register your whimpers of, “s’too much jisung, slow down,” cause this man fucks like a rabbit, no matter if he’s a virgin or not. literally can only focus solely on the sight of your pussy stretching out around his cock and no wet dream or filthy image his mind ever managed to conjure up about you could compare. he also defiantly nuts real quick and gets embarrassed about it, spilling into your cunt before he even realises it and he’s apologising over and over with cute tears lining his eyes - swearing he’ll fuck you better next time if you would only give him the chance.

필릭스. LEE FELIX

virgin!felix who’s super awkward. he can’t really look you in the eyes without being ashamed of himself and his nasty thoughts, his hands tremble when you makeout, he can’t help but whimper a little when you poke fun at him for still being a virgin. he never really tells you what he wants, just tugging at the hemline of your skirt and looking up at you with a greedy glint in his pretty eyes - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under and play with your pussy a little - he’s just too shy to ask. and all he really asks you to do is grind on it, torturing himself everytime you work his swollen cock between your folds - cause in his mind the longer he can go without actually fucking you the lower the chance of disappointing you is. but he doesn’t last for long, basically gets on his hands and knees and begs you for a taste of your pussy that you’re more than willing to give. he completely loses all sense the second he dips into you - focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the snug fit of your pussy, the fucked out look on your face, the gasps of pleasures filling his ears and he’s kicking himself for going this long in life without it. as soon as he gets one taste he’s addicted, fucking you any chance you allow him and he’s always so thankful too.

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

virgin!seungmin who gets a little carried away. he’s sometimes too messy and greedy, completely pussy drunk the first time you let him bury his head between your legs. thumbing your folds apart and practically making out with your cunt like he’s done it a million times before, tongue nudging and playing with your sensitive bud until your dripping and clenching around nothing. he’s a little too rough, all those pent up years of not having a cute pussy to play with being let out on you, forcing his cock into you just to see how deep you can take it, watching every little twitch and spasm of your pretty face, until you’re clawing at his arms and begging him to slow down. but he just can’t. he’s went all this time devoid of your cunt that he just can’t help the stuttering of his hips grinding into your at an animalistic pace, fucking you so well you wouldn’t have guessed he’s never done it before. he defiantly watches amateur porn, picking up a few of the less exaggerated tips and tricks he could use to make your little pussy twitch in excitement if you ever allow him the chance, making you eat your words of how a virgin like him couldn’t possibly know how to fuck. and he proves you wrong, tiring out your cunt for hours on end, bending your knees until they’re pressed tightly against your chest so he can fuck you even deeper and harder, coaxing more of those cute tears out of you while talking about how a virgin like him can fuck you better than all those other assholes you let between your legs. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

virgin!jeongin who gets overwhelmed way too quick. he can hardly makeout with you without making a mess of his boxers. his mind runs a mile a minute and he just can’t handle it when you’re sat pretty on his lap, subtly grinding down onto his cock through layers of clothes - still he’s able to feel the heat of your cunt through the fabric, the hard press of his cock bumping and jutting painfully between your folds. paired with the way your mouth is busy working his own open, nails scratching through his hair and down the nape of his neck, pressing yourself against him until he was painfully aware of your tits pushed into his chest and he’s silently begging you for mercy, hands scrambling to still your hips until its too late. he can only look away bashfully when a gasped whine dangles from his lips, red creeping up his neck and ears when the warmth of his cum leaks uncomfortably through his jeans. and he hates the slight mocking tone of your words when you try to comfort him after, wishing the ground would swallow him up whole and he’s certain he’ll die a virgin. he jerks himself off to you at night, muffling little whimpers of your name behind his palm as he fists his cock - thinking about that one time you stroked on his biceps, commenting how much bigger he’s gotten with a flirty smile, the way your skirts seem to get shorter and shorter eveytime you link up, how you like to make him hard in public then turn around and make him deal with it alone. it makes it all the more sweeter when you finally let him fuck you, nudging into your tight cunt with a sigh of relief, praying that this time he won’t cum so soon cause he just wants to savour it.

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… is it that obvious

San roadtrip brainrot

Warnings: none? Fluff!! Or well inspired by me and my ex unfortunately. Written on my phone🙏⁉️

An: I’m on a 20 hour road trip with my parents and I’m tweaking in the backseat.

Your parents said you had to join a roadtrip spanning over several days. You groan internally. Not wanting to leave your boyfriend. That is until they sigh as they rub their temples.

“San can join”

The words hung in the kitchen and you almost jump with happiness.

. . .

The car wasn’t huge but you and San crammed into the backseat. Blankets and pillows stuffed almost from the floor to the ceiling of the tiny car. Candy wrappers and empty cans of energy drinks littered around so when you moved, it would crinkle. Your feet up by the window beside San’s face. San’s feet tucked onto the dashboard, underneath your bag filled with different activities to keep yourself busy.

Your parents rambling about something that happened at work while you and San made a 50 hour long Spotify playlist. Smiling at each other despite wearing your own headphones.

The sun gleamed lowly as golden hour started wrapping up its show. Your mom was passed out in the passanger seat. Her knees crammed against the dashboard to make sure San had enough space in the seat behind.

San’s hand found yours as he tugged you forward softly to make sure the belt didn’t choke or impale you. You shifted and managed to awkwardly curl against your boyfriend. He tugged the blanket over your heads as he kissed you.

Your dad stifled a groan as he turned the music louder. Your mom sighing in annoyance as she put in earplugs. San grins against your lips as he put a hand around your face.

Maybe a 20 hour roadtrip weren’t the worst thing to ever happen to you.

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every author you love has written something so terrible they screamed into a pillow. welcome to the tradition.

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Changbin bench presses 130kg. Not a single holy thought in my head.

As a girlie that weighs a lot, I am salivating. This man could throw me through seventeen walls and I’d still crawl back to deep throat him.

[st4ytiny]

ok so this is maybe based on what happened to me at a party last weekend

drunken confession at a party with yunho? like reader has spent the whole night with yunho and they‘re both pretty giggly and talking and then reader drops a „can i be so honest with you i like you“ and then you take it from here heheheh

i‘d love m!reader! and if you prefer a different member feel free to write for someone else but i’d love it to be ateez hehehe

if you‘re not comfortable with writing this i totally understand though 🤞 thank you!!

BASED ON YOU??? HELLO I NEED TO KNOW THE TEA (jk jk i don’t but fuck that should be me)

YESS I WILL WHEN IM BACK HOME😛😛

I’m aching to write more Yunho🙏 There WILL be drunk sex involved and loser Yunho🙏

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GD please I’m the weakest link. Slap it on my tongue or spit on me before I die fuck

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AHHHH IM GLAD🙏🙏 been craving male reader content, feels like I’ve read every drabble by now so I caved🙏

Trophy Wife Seonghwa

Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.

Words: 4135

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe

You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.

"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.

"Pretty things should be held still"

He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.

Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.

Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.

His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..

And you didn’t say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwa’s head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck — and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you weren’t anywhere near where you wanted him.

"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasn’t going anywhere until you allowed it — and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.

Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.

Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.

Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didn’t know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didn’t trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.

You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offering— your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldn’t quite suppress.

You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.

"Too pretty to even breathe right now, aren’t you?"

His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.

Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.

And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.

Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.

"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.

"Shaking like you’re scared, but you’re still holding still for me. That’s sweet."

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.

"I—I'm not... scared."

Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then why’re your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"

His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "It’s—just... you’re-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.

"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I haven’t done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."

Seonghwa’s throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I can—take it."

You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."

His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.

"Don’t hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself — but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. That’s my pretty thing."

He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.

Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwa’s raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.

His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded. 

“So fucking pretty.. Hwa you’re a fucking star” 

The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like he’s a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition. 

Seonghwa’s body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.

He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response. 

“I want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?”

The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response. 

“No I.. I didn’t know”

Good for you, that Seonghwa’s weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought he’d break, you’d pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When you’d scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if they’d ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds. Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him. 

“Let me make this easier,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.

With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.

You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.

“You’re doing good,” you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like you’re the most delicious meal to ever be plated. 

You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it. 

Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. It’s the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but it’s enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint

“Don’t hesitate.. I want you (Name)” 

Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwa’s body catch up.

But – the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwa’s begging;

“More—more, I can take it, I swear—”

Or

“Yes, yes, fuck—don’t you fucking dare slow down—”

Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.

The pace is almost brutal, seonghwa’s body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasn’t ever misbehaving.

“I can’t hold it—I can’t—I need to cum… please say yes !—”

Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.

“Look at me when you ask”

His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.

A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like he’s clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse. 

“Please… please, I’m looking—please let me—”

He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist — desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out: 

“(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonna— break”

Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.

“Fuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. you’re allowed..!” 

Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank you’s left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.

You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.

“So pretty for me. You’re all safe sweet boy”

Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.

“You did so good, baby,” you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands don’t stop moving — one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.

Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and you’re already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him — still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like he’s too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like he’s delicate.

“You with me?” you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.

“Good. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then we’ll go back to bed.”

The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.

You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.

The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.

You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.

His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this moment—softer, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.

Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. “I didn’t expect to feel this... calm,” he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.

“True,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. “I love you... so much.”

You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.

"Just relax. No rush. You’ve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. “And we both know I love you way more”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.

“M’ tired (Name)” He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband? 

You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.

Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.

“Let’s get you dry, alright?” you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.

You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in. 

You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here now—a kind of stillness that feels like home.

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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening

Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY

[st4ytiny]

Fucking pervert

Warnings: subby Yunho. Pervert Yunho😛😛, fem bodily description, no specified agreement on kinky? Like rough sex, heavy sub/dom dynamics, lots of bad words/insults. Slapping, jerking off, cock slapping, idk anymore

An: this was supposed to be longer, but I gave up as I ran out of both motivation and thoughts🙏 writing this on my phone.. Pervert Yunho!!!!😛

Yunho who’s your sweet boy. Your lovely boyfriend of soon a year. The man who raised your standards through the roof and to the fucking sky. Okay sure he’s a bit nerdy, a bit of a weirdo but by Lord it adds to his charm. You watch him ramble about stuff he’s grossly interested in. Nodding along, pouting your bottom lip just right and tracing the edge of your acrylics across his bottom lip.

Yunho who got so awkward the first night you shared together. Empty bottles of alcohol littering the coffee table and clothes scattered around your apartment like your closet had just exploded. Hasty kisses, heavy touches and a.. whimpering Yunho? You looked up on the taller man. Poor guy that had sexted you the nastiest shit ever, is crumbling under your gaze. You stifle a laugh as you shake your head, kissing his pretty thoughts away while dragging him to your bedroom.

Yunho who adoresssss being jerked or sucked off. By lordddd he loves it. Oh my god don’t get me started on under desk support? Or pulling him to some random bathroom while in public because you wanted to. Fuck and he returns the favour. HIS LONG FINGERSSSS!!!! Fuck they’re so pretty, coated in your slick as he pulls them out, making scissoring motions as he admires the way the slick strings between his fingers.

But tonight?

You had gotten home from an emergency meeting. It’s 11pm and he’s up, oblivious to when you’d even return.

You snuck inside in case he was asleep, other than that he’d be wearing headphones and gaming. Sighing as you slipped your shoes off and your ear perked up.

..

A moan? Whimper?

You’re intrigued as you made your way down the hall that seemed far longer than it should be. The whimpers got increasingly louder as you peaked through the half closed door. Yunho scrolling though your instagram? While jerking off? Into your panties? Your USED panties?

You run a hand through your hair as you knock on the door, leaning against the doorframe. He freezes as the whimpers dies down quicker than you could even blink. He doesn’t turn around or remove the hand around his cock. You clear your throat.

“Want a moment alone.. or…?”

He shudders at your tone and he shakes his head. Still refusing to look at you. Too ashamed.

“(Name)… help.. me, please—“

your head falls back as you let out a laugh, walking towards him as you grab a handful of his beautiful hair, tilting his head back against his gaming chair. You hold back from spitting on his face right then and there.

“Jerking off to my instagram? What are you? A fucking pervert or something? Do it yourself. You’ve already got my panties wrapped around your cock”

Scoffing as you let go off his hair harshly. A whimper bubbles up Yunho’s throat. You pause mid-step. Nothing. You keep walking.

Then it hits again, harder this time, voice trembling.

“Please— fuck, I can’t— need you, please, I’ll do anything—”

You turn your head slightly.

“Anything?”

The word hangs heavy in the air.

You glance back, his face is flushed deep, tears brimming, lips parted as he pants like he’s about to fall apart. His hips jerk up helplessly, chasing friction that isn’t enough.

That’s when something in you snaps.

Your smile turns sharp as you stalk back, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and yanking his head back so hard he gasps again.

“Anything, huh?” you hiss against his ear. “Then fucking get on with it.”

Your free hand slaps his thigh, hard enough to make him whimper.

“You wanna come? Beg louder. Beg like the filthy little pervert you are.”

His eyes glaze over as he nods frantically, completely broken, completely yours.

His eyes glaze over as he nods frantically, completely broken, completely yours.

You grin, sharp and wicked, and tighten your grip in his hair until he winces.

“That’s it. Louder. Let the neighbors hear what a needy little slut you are for me.”

His voice cracks as he whimpers your name, louder this time, hips stuttering up like he’s lost control of his own body.

Your free hand snakes down, grabbing his wrist and yanking it away from his cock. Earning a desperate sob from him as he bucks into the air, chasing friction.

“Aw. Poor baby,” you mock, leaning in until your lips brush his ear. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?”

He shakes his head wildly, tears finally spilling over.

“No— no, please, please, I need you, I need it so bad, I’ll be good, I swear—”

You cut him off by slapping the head of his cock, sharp and fast, making him choke on a scream.

“Beg harder.”

He sobs now, shameless, hips jerking like he can’t help it.

“Please, please, please— wanna cum, wanna cum so fucking bad, need you, need your hands, your mouth, anything— please— I’ll do anything, just touch me, please—”

You spit on his face before finally letting go of his hair and shoving him back against the chair.

“Pathetic fucking pervert,” you growl. “Jerking off to my pictures like a loser and now you can’t even form a full sentence without crying.”

Your hand wraps around his cock, tight and rough from the start, making him scream your name like a prayer.

“There. That what you wanted? Huh? My hand?”

He nods so hard his head nearly bangs against the chair, face twisted in pleasure and pain.

“Good,” you spit, jerking him fast, ruthless.

“Because you’ll have to fucking do it yourself next time”

He sobs out a yes, already shaking apart in your grip as cum dribbled down his cock. Not even catching a breath before he gets hard again.

How could he not? You had never been this ruthless before. He loved it, maybe even too much.

[st4ytiny]

San roadtrip brainrot

Warnings: none? Fluff!! Or well inspired by me and my ex unfortunately. Written on my phone🙏⁉️

An: I’m on a 20 hour road trip with my parents and I’m tweaking in the backseat.

Your parents said you had to join a roadtrip spanning over several days. You groan internally. Not wanting to leave your boyfriend. That is until they sigh as they rub their temples.

“San can join”

The words hung in the kitchen and you almost jump with happiness.

. . .

The car wasn’t huge but you and San crammed into the backseat. Blankets and pillows stuffed almost from the floor to the ceiling of the tiny car. Candy wrappers and empty cans of energy drinks littered around so when you moved, it would crinkle. Your feet up by the window beside San’s face. San’s feet tucked onto the dashboard, underneath your bag filled with different activities to keep yourself busy.

Your parents rambling about something that happened at work while you and San made a 50 hour long Spotify playlist. Smiling at each other despite wearing your own headphones.

The sun gleamed lowly as golden hour started wrapping up its show. Your mom was passed out in the passanger seat. Her knees crammed against the dashboard to make sure San had enough space in the seat behind.

San’s hand found yours as he tugged you forward softly to make sure the belt didn’t choke or impale you. You shifted and managed to awkwardly curl against your boyfriend. He tugged the blanket over your heads as he kissed you.

Your dad stifled a groan as he turned the music louder. Your mom sighing in annoyance as she put in earplugs. San grins against your lips as he put a hand around your face.

Maybe a 20 hour roadtrip weren’t the worst thing to ever happen to you.

[st4ytiny]

Glad someone enjoyed it🙏 I was so scared people would hate it😭

Trophy Wife Seonghwa

Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.

Words: 4135

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe

You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.

"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.

"Pretty things should be held still"

He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.

Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.

Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.

His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..

And you didn’t say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwa’s head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck — and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you weren’t anywhere near where you wanted him.

"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasn’t going anywhere until you allowed it — and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.

Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.

Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.

Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didn’t know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didn’t trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.

You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offering— your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldn’t quite suppress.

You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.

"Too pretty to even breathe right now, aren’t you?"

His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.

Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.

And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.

Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.

"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.

"Shaking like you’re scared, but you’re still holding still for me. That’s sweet."

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.

"I—I'm not... scared."

Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then why’re your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"

His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "It’s—just... you’re-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.

"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I haven’t done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."

Seonghwa’s throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I can—take it."

You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."

His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.

"Don’t hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself — but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. That’s my pretty thing."

He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.

Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwa’s raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.

His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded. 

“So fucking pretty.. Hwa you’re a fucking star” 

The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like he’s a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition. 

Seonghwa’s body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.

He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response. 

“I want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?”

The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response. 

“No I.. I didn’t know”

Good for you, that Seonghwa’s weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought he’d break, you’d pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When you’d scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if they’d ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds. Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him. 

“Let me make this easier,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.

With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.

You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.

“You’re doing good,” you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like you’re the most delicious meal to ever be plated. 

You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it. 

Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. It’s the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but it’s enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint

“Don’t hesitate.. I want you (Name)” 

Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwa’s body catch up.

But – the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwa’s begging;

“More—more, I can take it, I swear—”

Or

“Yes, yes, fuck—don’t you fucking dare slow down—”

Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.

The pace is almost brutal, seonghwa’s body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasn’t ever misbehaving.

“I can’t hold it—I can’t—I need to cum… please say yes !—”

Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.

“Look at me when you ask”

His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.

A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like he’s clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse. 

“Please… please, I’m looking—please let me—”

He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist — desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out: 

“(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonna— break”

Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.

“Fuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. you’re allowed..!” 

Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank you’s left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.

You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.

“So pretty for me. You’re all safe sweet boy”

Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.

“You did so good, baby,” you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands don’t stop moving — one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.

Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and you’re already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him — still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like he’s too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like he’s delicate.

“You with me?” you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.

“Good. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then we’ll go back to bed.”

The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.

You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.

The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.

You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.

His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this moment—softer, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.

Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. “I didn’t expect to feel this... calm,” he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.

“True,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. “I love you... so much.”

You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.

"Just relax. No rush. You’ve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. “And we both know I love you way more”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.

“M’ tired (Name)” He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband? 

You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.

Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.

“Let’s get you dry, alright?” you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.

You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in. 

You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here now—a kind of stillness that feels like home.

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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening

Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY

[st4ytiny]

IM BEGGING PLEASE I NEED ASKS🙏🙏🙏 IM SO STUCK

[st4ytiny]

Trophy Wife Seonghwa

Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.

Words: 4135

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe

You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.

"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.

"Pretty things should be held still"

He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.

Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.

Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.

His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..

And you didn’t say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwa’s head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck — and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you weren’t anywhere near where you wanted him.

"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasn’t going anywhere until you allowed it — and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.

Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.

Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.

Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didn’t know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didn’t trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.

You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offering— your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldn’t quite suppress.

You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.

"Too pretty to even breathe right now, aren’t you?"

His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.

Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.

And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.

Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.

"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.

"Shaking like you’re scared, but you’re still holding still for me. That’s sweet."

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.

"I—I'm not... scared."

Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then why’re your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"

His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "It’s—just... you’re-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.

"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I haven’t done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."

Seonghwa’s throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I can—take it."

You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."

His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.

"Don’t hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself — but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. That’s my pretty thing."

He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.

Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwa’s raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.

His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded. 

“So fucking pretty.. Hwa you’re a fucking star” 

The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like he’s a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition. 

Seonghwa’s body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.

He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response. 

“I want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?”

The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response. 

“No I.. I didn’t know”

Good for you, that Seonghwa’s weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought he’d break, you’d pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When you’d scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if they’d ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds. Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him. 

“Let me make this easier,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.

With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.

You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.

“You’re doing good,” you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like you’re the most delicious meal to ever be plated. 

You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it. 

Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. It’s the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but it’s enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint

“Don’t hesitate.. I want you (Name)” 

Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwa’s body catch up.

But – the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwa’s begging;

“More—more, I can take it, I swear—”

Or

“Yes, yes, fuck—don’t you fucking dare slow down—”

Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.

The pace is almost brutal, seonghwa’s body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasn’t ever misbehaving.

“I can’t hold it—I can’t—I need to cum… please say yes !—”

Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.

“Look at me when you ask”

His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.

A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like he’s clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse. 

“Please… please, I’m looking—please let me—”

He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist — desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out: 

“(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonna— break”

Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.

“Fuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. you’re allowed..!” 

Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank you’s left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.

You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.

“So pretty for me. You’re all safe sweet boy”

Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.

“You did so good, baby,” you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands don’t stop moving — one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.

Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and you’re already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him — still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like he’s too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like he’s delicate.

“You with me?” you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.

“Good. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then we’ll go back to bed.”

The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.

You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.

The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.

You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.

His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this moment—softer, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.

Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. “I didn’t expect to feel this... calm,” he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.

“True,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. “I love you... so much.”

You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.

"Just relax. No rush. You’ve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. “And we both know I love you way more”

Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.

“M’ tired (Name)” He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband? 

You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.

Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.

“Let’s get you dry, alright?” you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.

You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in. 

You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here now—a kind of stillness that feels like home.

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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening

Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY

[st4ytiny]

Trophy wife Seonghwa

Warnings? Sub Seonghwa x dom M reader. Trophy wife sorta ? but not really, unrealistic amounts of cash because i fucking wish, self projection, reader likes whiskey genuinely (me) very self indulgent, its giving sugar daddy, reader described as a rich man, lingerie, Seonghwa being an absolute girlboss. Seonghwa deserves to be spoiled like holy fuck look at him.

Part 1 | 2 | 3?

It’s the middle of January, and ATEEZ is on tour—currently in Milan.

Seonghwa’s mind drifted as they sat in a half-empty restaurant, hearts still calming down from the concert’s high. Wooyoung said something that made the others cackle, but Seonghwa just lifted his glass of cheap wine to his lips.

He wasn’t thinking about the concert. He was thinking about him… his husband. His husband’s hands, the way those rough fingers wrapped around his throat, tangled in his hair, or draped 1.5 carat diamond necklaces across his neck.

His lips twitched into a small smile. He knew you were there. Knew you’d wait for him. Even if it meant waiting for hours.

After a long night of pretending to enjoy himself, he slipped away. Scurrying back to his hotel room. Stripping off his casual clothes and letting the lace skim up his delicate, honey-toned skin. He clipped the garters into the sheer fabric of his stockings, slipping into the almost-brand-new pair of Louboutins he’d gotten last month—when you came home three hours late. A soft moan escaped his lips, his feet arching just right, forcing him upright, spine straight. That delicious thread between pain and pleasure.

He didn’t bother with jewelry. He knew you’d have something new for him. Something better. He wrapped himself in his fur coat, his driver already waiting outside. Discreet. Paid well enough not to ask questions.

Scandalous, how reckless he was willing to be for his husband, huh?

The taxi slid through Milan’s tight streets, down alleys that reeked of luxury—the kind of place where cash shut mouths. His thighs pressed together under the heavy fur. His freshly manicured nails dug into the soft lining to stop himself from moaning.

The taxi stopped, and he paid quickly. The lights radiating from the hotel bathed him in gold as he stepped out. He didn’t rush. He savored the click of his sharp heels against the pavement and polished marble as he entered. Hips swaying. Controlled.

The receptionist looked up—paused, then slid a keycard across the desk. Somehow, she knew exactly who he was here for.

“Room 2704… The suite,” she said quietly, smiling nervously.

Seonghwa nodded, the tap of his nail against the plastic card sharp as he took it and walked toward the elevator. His heart pounded in his throat as it dinged at the 27th floor.

He pressed the card to the keypad—green light—and opened the door slowly.

Cigarettes. Whiskey. The smell hit him instantly. His lips curled into a smirk.

The sharp clack of his heels echoed against the marble floor with each step, louder and louder, until he stood a few meters behind the velvet chair you lounged in.

“You’re late.”

Seonghwa shuddered at your voice. You turned slowly in the chair, swirling a €600 glass of whiskey as you stubbed out the cigarette in the half-full ashtray. You crossed one leg over the other, eyes dragging over him like you owned him—because you did.

He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering to the black designer boxes littered across the coffee table.

“Well?”

Your gaze lazily dragged down his body, then back up. He didn't need more to know what you wanted form him.

He stepped forward, slowly, before sinking to his knees. The heels made it harder—but he managed. His slender hands braced on your crossed legs for balance.

You patted his soft hair before gripping his chin, leaning forward to kiss him, then pointed to a smaller box.

He let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Trembling fingers picked up the box, handing it to you. You took your time, undoing the ribbon, opening the lid. Inside: a white gold necklace, dotted with a few delicate diamonds.

Seonghwa instinctively leaned in.

His silvery-white hair fell like silk around his face. He lifted it, just a little, allowing you to lean forward awkwardly and clasp the necklace around his sensitive neck. The cool metal sent shivers through him.

You leaned back to admire it.

“Sucks… Should’ve gone with the ruby,” you muttered, voice rough and dry as you sipped your whiskey again. Lip pouted out.

Seonghwa shuddered, chills running down his spine. He searched for words, but you always took the air from his lungs. He hated it but at the same time.. god.. how he loved it.

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Songs I listened to IT's You - ATEEZ / Show me love - WizTheMc / Walls don't talk - KAI / Adult Swim - KAI / Mmmh - KAI / Error - VIXX / Sex on fire - Kings Of Leon / Real Man - Beabadoobee

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Trophy wife Seonghwa. I can’t.

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dont shave ur bush I will kill myself

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⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. dirty talk. unprotected sex. semi-public sex. slight voyeurism. reader and jeongin get caught by chan lol.

notes: this one was kinda delayed a bit cuz i've been working on my 1k followers event (!!). it's gonna be my next post so look forward it it! but yeah...jeongin please don't read this. love you <3

Jeongin's hands are warm on your thighs, his breath coming fast against your collarbone as he presses you against the cold marble counter. It started off innocent—his shirt hanging loose off your body, the dorms quiet, the two of you sneaking kisses between grabbing snacks. But then your legs parted. Then your fingers slipped into his hair. Then his mouth found the sensitive spot below your ear and suddenly your panties were shoved to the side and he was pressing into you, deep and desperate.

"You're gonna get us caught," you whisper, but your voice trembles when he thrusts up again—slow, firm, so deep you nearly slide backward against the counter.

"No one's home," he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, watching every flicker of reaction. "Unless you're that loud."

You try to snap something back, but the sound that comes out is a moan instead, and his hand is on your mouth before the second one can escape.

"Shhh," he coos, all mock-gentle, as he keeps fucking into you, slow but with purpose. "You can't be good for one second, can you?"

Your eyes roll back when his thumb brushes over your clit, the angle obscene, your bare ass pressed to the edge of the counter, legs shaking. Every thrust is messier than the last, his teeth clenched, sweat dotting his hairline. You’re already so close—so close you don’t even hear the front door click open.

But he does.

He freezes, cock buried deep, palm still over your mouth as muffled voices echo faintly down the hall.

“Don’t. Move,” he hisses, and you nod, wide-eyed, pulse thumping in your throat.

 Jeongin doesn’t pull out. He just grabs your wrist and drags you, cock still buried inside you, the obscene stretch making you stumble as he backs you toward the pantry. He kicks the door open, maneuvers the two of you inside with practiced ease, and slams it shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. 

“Hands on the shelves,” he growls, breath hot against your neck. “Spread your legs. You wanna act like a slut in the kitchen? You can act like one in here too.” 

You whimper, already so close you feel your knees threaten to buckle—but you do as he says, fingertips curling around the edge of the lowest shelf, cheek pressed against the wall. The moment he sinks back in, your body jerks forward with the force of it. His pace is different now—slow, punishing. He’s teasing you, drawing it out, hips rolling into you with obscene precision, every drag of his cock like he knows exactly how it wrecks you. 

“I should leave you like this,” he whispers in your ear, voice so quiet it sends shivers down your spine. “So desperate and dripping, stuffed full, but not allowed to cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You open your mouth to answer but all that comes out is a tiny, desperate moan. 

“Shit—” Jeongin hisses under his breath, one arm circling your waist to keep you pressed against him as he uses his other foot to slam against the bottom of the door. 

“Ugh, it’s jammed again,” a voice calls out—Changbin, you think, far too close.

Jeongin’s hips twitch. Just a little. Barely a thrust. But you feel it. And you gasp—too loud. His hand slams over your mouth again, harder this time, his other arm wrapping around you to keep you pinned to his chest. You can feel him smirking against your temple, cock twitching inside you like this is a game he’s winning. He keeps his foot braced against the door. 

“Just get the chips from the cabinet,” another voice replies—Hyunjin, distant. “That thing’s always stuck. And tell Chan to fix it again.” 

Footsteps fade. Silence returns. And Jeongin exhales hard against your neck, lips curling into a dark smile as he fucks into you just a little bit harder

“You little shit,” you whisper furiously the second his hand falls from your mouth, your body still trembling from the near miss. “You did that on purpose.”

Jeongin’s laugh is barely a breath, but you can hear the wicked smirk in it.

“What, this?” Another slow, torturous thrust. Your whole body jolts.

You smack at his arm, heat flooding your cheeks. “I hate you.”

He noses along your jaw, voice all mock innocence. “That’s not what it felt like a second ago.That’s not what it feels like right now.”

Jeongin is still inside you, still so deep, when Chan’s voice drifts down the hall.

“Bin, what’s wrong with the door?”

You swear your heart stops. Jeongin’s grip tightens around your waist, a silent warning, his cock twitching inside you as you both freeze. Your cheek is still pressed against the wall, legs shaking, the stretch of him unbearable in the best way. But now—now you can barely think past the terror of getting caught, past the way his pulse thuds wildly against your spine.

“Pantry’s jammed,” Changbin calls back, irritation thick in his voice. “You gotta fix this shit, man. We’re gonna take it off its hinges one of these days.”

Jeongin exhales against your neck, soft but heavy, like he’s about to make the most reckless decision of his life.

Chan groans. “Did you try—”

The handle rattles.

Your entire body clenches at once. Around Jeongin. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers digging into your hip.

Oh, fuck.

Another tug. Harder this time.

Still nothing.

A pause. A silence so thick you could suffocate in it.

Then, a shift in the air—a tiny inhale, just barely audible, but Jeongin hears it. He must, because his lips brush your ear, a wicked smile in his voice as he whispers, “He knows.”

Your stomach drops.

“He knows, baby,” Jeongin hums, rolling his hips the tiniest bit forward. You bite down on your wrist to keep from crying out. “And he’s still standing there.”

The sheer filth of it makes your head spin—Chan, just outside the door, knowing exactly why it won’t budge, knowing exactly what’s happening inches away from him.

“I’ll… uh, I’ll need some… some parts,” Chan suddenly says, voice a little too forced, a little too high-strung.

Jeongin grins. “Parts?” he mouths mockingly against your cheek, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss there before rutting forward again—just once. Deep. Cruel.

Chan clears his throat. “Yeah. To fix it. Definitely need parts.”

You nearly sob, biting down harder on your knuckles.

“Parts?” Changbin repeats flatly. “Dude, what are you talking about?”

Chan steps back. “Just—just leave it alone.” His voice is tight. Fast. “I’ll fix it later.”

Then the sound of a door slamming down the hall.

And Jeongin?

Jeongin fucking laughs.

“You liked that,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down your spine. “Didn’t you?”

He rolls his hips again, and you whimper, shuddering.

“Being stuffed full like this, while someone else was right there—” Another thrust. Deeper. “While Chan was right there.”

You’re already too far gone to deny it, voice breaking around the moan that finally slips free.

Jeongin grins against your skin.

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