#all(h)ours hard hours

[pandacherryblossoms]

Here Are Some Headcanons About Xayden…

…because I’m obsessed with him and his lips.. Like actually addicted…

Genre: Fluff, Smutty/Suggestive content MDNI 18+

Warnings: obsessive thoughts, language, public kissing, suggestive behavior, oral fixation, face-sitting, overstimulation, praise kink, daddy kink, spitting, fluid play, crying during sex, degradation kink (light), fingering, explicit sexual content, possessiveness, and overall pure filth

SFW

• You catch yourself zoning out while he’s talking—not because you’re not interested, but because you’re tracking every movement of his lips.

• He smirks when he notices. “Eyes up here, babe,” he’ll tease, and then bite his bottom lip just to punish you more.

• You’ve kissed him in public just because he looked too good mid-sentence. No warning. Just lip-to-lip like you were starving.

• His lips always taste like something—mint gum, peach juice, a little bit of sin. You don’t even care what. You just want them on yours.

• He kisses you slow. Not teasing—just deep, warm, consuming. Like he wants to imprint the shape of your mouth on his soul.

• Sometimes he’ll talk while brushing his lips against yours and it turns into a challenge. “What? Can’t focus with my mouth this close?”

• You once got so flustered watching him eat a popsicle that you had to physically leave the room. He noticed. He laughed. You suffered.

NSFW

• His lips dragging down your stomach? Lethal. He takes his time, leaves wet little kisses until you’re squirming, then smirks, “So needy already?”

• The first time he went down on you, he stayed down there long enough for you to lose count, long enough to make your thighs ache long enough to ruin your ability to walk straight.

• He doesn’t just eat you out—he devours you. Moaning like you’re his favorite meal, sucking your clit with those pillowy plump lips until you’re a mess beneath him.

• He talks into you with his mouth still on you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby… so sweet. You gonna cum again for daddy right?” And you do. Every. Single. Time.

• You’ve literally cried because of how good his mouth feels—tears down your cheeks, legs shaking, smiling through it proud of the mess he’s made.

• He loves when you ride his face. Grips your thighs, pulling you down, letting you grind on his tongue while he groans like he’s in heaven. “Don’t stop. Use me baby.” Like you were ever gonna stop.

• He’ll spit on your pussy just to watch it drip, then lick it back up slowly with his eyes locked on yours. Filthy. So filthy.

• After he makes you cum, he kisses you with your taste still on his lips, whispers, “Taste that? That’s mine.” You moan into his mouth.

• He can make you finish with just his lips and a couple fingers, whispering, “One more, yeah? You’ve got one more in you.” And you always do—even if you’re sobbing through it.

• Sometimes he doesn’t even fuck you. Just pins you down and uses that mouth until you’re trembling, breathless, and wrecked beyond words. Then kisses you like he didn’t just ruin your life.

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : 69 // slight somno

⟢ i bet you wanna be mine .ᐟ

he’s still out cold when you wake up, tangled in the sheets like he’s part of them. soft morning light cuts through the blinds, painting golden bars across his bare face, the slope of his shoulders, the teeth-shaped bruises down his neck.

last night still clings to him- damp curls sticking to his forehead, faint pearls of sweat glittering against his throat. he’s sprawled out, one arm slung over his head, lips parted like he’s still moaning for you in his dreams.

you ache everywhere, but you feel good. fucked-out and warm and full of him in a way that lingers. you should get up, should shower, should maybe even let him sleep off the afterglow of last night. but instead, you just… look at him.

he’s too pretty like this.

his face slack, lips parted, soft breaths moving his chest in gentle waves. he looks like a painting. and maybe it’s the way the sheets have fallen low on his hips, or the memory of how he moaned for you last night, but your thighs press together under the covers and your mouth starts to water.

you shift a little, careful not to wake him, and trail your fingers down his stomach- just watching the way he reacts, even in sleep. the way he twitches under your touch.

you don’t even mean to take it further, but you just need a taste. just need to feel him on your tongue again.

you let your lips brush over the head of his cock, featherlight, just to see. and the sound he makes- barely there, breathy and soft- makes something in you snap.

you settle between his legs, pushing the blankets down just enough to breathe, and take your time with him. slow, almost lazy. kitten licks along the underside of his length, soft kisses to his thighs, tongue tracing where you bit him the night before. he’s already half hard from your teasing, shifting slightly in his sleep, brows twitching like he’s trying to chase the feeling in a dream.

you wrap your lips around him again, a little deeper this time. hands sliding up his stomach, nails just grazing. you hollow your cheeks and let your spit drip down, working him nice and wet, savoring how heavy he feels on your tongue. it’s not even about getting him off yet- it’s about tasting him. letting your mouth worship him like he deserves.

and that’s when he gasps awake.

“fuck… baby…”

his voice is wrecked, rasped raw from begging your name, and it sends a ripple of heat straight between your thighs. he barely opens his eyes, but his hands find your waist like they always do- needy and sure, like his body remembers even if his mind is still catching up.

“come here,” he murmurs, tugging you up, shifting you until your thighs are straddling his face under the covers.

you laugh softly, breathless, but you listen- because of course you do. because when xayden asks like that, voice thick with sleep and lust, there’s no such thing as saying no.

you adjust your position carefully, still bobbing your head, now angled across his chest with the blanket draped over both of you. and the second your pussy brushes his lips, he groans like it’s the first inhale after drowning.

he licks into you like he needs it. like he needs you. tongue slow at first, savoring your taste, then firmer, hungrier, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. your rhythm falters for a moment- dick slipping from your mouth as a gasp escapes you- but he grips your ass and pulls you back down with a low, desperate sound.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles against your cunt, already breathless, “wanna feel you… wanna taste you while you suck me off…”

his words make your whole body pulse. you sink back down on him, sloppier now, spit-slick and aching, your own moans muffled by the weight of him on your tongue. he’s leaking for you, so sensitive it makes his thighs twitch under your hands.

he alternates between licking and sucking, tongue dragging from your clit down to your hole, then back up again like he can’t decide which part of you he loves more. he makes the filthiest noises under you- wet, obscene, shameless. and when he sucks on your clit just right, your hips buck and you choke a little around his cock, which only makes him groan louder.

his hands roam constantly- gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your sides under the oversized t-shirt you forgot you were still wearing. he’s not in a rush, and neither are you. it’s messy and lazy, drawn out and overwhelming and so perfect- tangled limbs and sleepy moans, both of you drowning under the blankets in each other. your legs tremble over his shoulders as he licks deeper, and you feel him throb in your mouth at the sound of your whine.

his hips start to stutter under you, and you can feel it- feel how close he is by the way he breathes, the way his hands tighten, the way his tongue gets just a little more frantic between your legs.

“baby,” he whines, voice muffled against you, “gonna cum if you keep going like that…”

have to give credits to my pretty baby @silly-flower419 bc weve talked abt this briefly and ive been soo insane ever since so like this was partly her idea go show her some love 😛😛

[kcake555]

Youmin cake 🍰

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[thotsofintrusion]

Is Xayden a dom, sub, switch?? Go in detail please this man makes me go INSANE

saaaammmeeeeee broo

for me, i see jeongmin as a heavy dom-leaning switch, like so dom-leaning that pretty much the only time you can get him to submit is when he’s extremely vulnerable or you’ve tied him down and “forced” him into it (does that even actually count as a switch?? idk).

i feel like he mostly leans towards the soft side of dominance, but in a mean way. like he’s condescending and degrading, but he doesn’t go rough on you or aim to inflict pain (unless you’ve earned it and consent obviously). jeongmin doesn’t want to break you physically, he doesn’t see the need for that - he knows he can break just with his words and actions. he knows the power he has over you and will take advantage of knowing all of your weaknesses to try to break you down as fast as possible (he’s keeping score). in general, he’s a pretty loving dom, and just wants to make you feel good.

and he’s the same as a sub. he might give you a little shit at the beginning of the night, especially if you’re “forcing” him to sub, but overall he’s pretty obedient and still just wants to make you happy.

i hope this is in depth enough for you!!! if you want me to go into more detail on his kinks or the other members or anything please lemme know, i love him and all(h)ours and am totally down to talk about them more!!!

[cyberkunizz]

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OMG HI ANON!! YES OFC<3 IF U WANT U CAN ALSO SIGN OFF WITH AN EMOJI IF U WANNA COMEBACK LATER AND ILL OFC WRITE IT<33 IM SO GLAD U LIKE MI WORK!!

[deus-ex-mona]

man. this song reminds me of physiology class

[cassiefisherdrake]

Why do I feel everyday lately like I can't do anything? I work and work and work and then when I finally have free time to myself, I do fuck all. I don't even play video games or write or draw or do anything I enjoy. I can't do anything. It's like work comes so easily (even though there is so fucking much of it) but then I get free time and I can't do anything? Am I rotting? Am I rusting from the inside out? I wanna play video games, I wanna work on my stories, I wanna do anything I actually enjoy! My hobbies have always helped me feel better even when I was overworked and overtired. Yes, now I'm working so much but I'm well-rested and yet I can't do anything?

[siinlight]

Im so over work at

Its always fucking someettthiiingg

[motazmohammed]

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[whimsicalwritersstuff]

please please PLEASE more hyperspermia with joel. maybe a longer fic where he just keeps filling reader over and over and over and talking sooo filthy. maybe sprinkle in some mean joel… 😔

(need this man #raw)

One more

Parings: mean!joel miller x fem!reader

Content warnings: explicit content 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, hyperspermia, degradation (calling reader 'milkslut', 'cumdump'), praise kink, cock bulge/belly bulge, cum inflation/swollen belly, hair pulling and slapping, possessive and mean!joel, choking (consensual), dirty talk, use of pet names 'babygirl' and 'sweetheart, excessive cum play, potential physical exhaustion/weakness of reader.

Word count: 1000

Your body's already trembling neath him, the sheets ruined, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, but dosent stop.

He can't.

He needs it.

Needs you. Like this.

He mutters something under his breath, something low and filthy and before gripping your hip, hauling you up onto your side. You're pliant, twitching, a gasp trapped in your throat as he rolls you, presses his chest to your back and sinks back inside your slick, aching cunt.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

"Fuck- joel-"

"Shh. Shh, baby. I know."

His voice is all gravel and heat, right at your ear as he presses his palmdown over your belly. "Just one. Just need one."

But it's never just one with him.

He drives in again. And again.

Thick and hard and dripping wet, dragging the mess of himself lit of you, only to bury it back in with a bruising slap of skin. You're so full, streched wide and trembling as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside. "So fuckin' tight," Joel grits out, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your shouler. "You feel that, sweetheart? That's all me. All that mess dripping down your thighs. Fuckin- look at you." He fists your hair and makes you lift your head just enough to see the bulge in your stomach, his cock, thick and swollen, pushing up against the swell in your belly as he pistons inside you.

"Milkslut," He growls.

"That what you wanted? That why you were beggin' earlier, grindin' all needy on meoke some dumb little bitch in heat?"

You whimper, tears spilling. It's too much- but you crave every second of it. "Uh-huh," He smirks, breathing hot filth into your skin.

"You like being red, don't you? Like gettin' filled up, leaking all over the fuckin' sheets like a messy little whore." His voice drops, darker now. The pace is brutal. The sound of your soaked pussy clapping against his hips is loud in the room,arched only by your stuttering moans.

"Mine"

A hard thrust.

"Mine"

Another.

"Say it."

You can't even form the word, not when he's gripping your throat, not when your brain's short circuited from the pleasure, your cunt spasming around him from the fourth orgasm he's wrung our of you in the last hour.

He doesn't care.

"Say it."

"Y-Yours, Joel- oh fuck, I'm yours-"

"That's right, baby."

He slaps your ass, watching it jiggle. Watching you take it.

"Good fuckin' girl, such a good little cum dump for me. Gonna fuck a baby into you, keep you swollen all the fuckin' time."

You clench.

That breaks him.

His thrusts go sloppy as he empties into you again, groaning loud, hips grinding into the mess between your thighs, making sure mome of it leaks out. "Goddamn - take it, sweetheart. Don't spill a drop. You hear me?" Your thighs are shaking. His seed is leaking. And Joel just laughs, low and mean.

"Better get used to this, darlin'. 'Cause I ain't pullin' out ever again."

~~~

You've already lost count.

Maybe it was the third time he came- maybe the fifth. It's impossible to know anymore with how long he's kept you pinned, stuffed full of his cock, held there like a ragdoll while he fucks you into the mattress. His chest is slick with sweat, body heavy and burning against your back as he thrusts up into you, rutting slow and deep. Every movement makes your cunt squelch loud, messy, soaked in his cum and slick and spit and who the fuck knows what else.

"You hear that?"

Joel bites your earlobe as he pushes in to the hilt.

"You fucking hear that, baby? That's me pourin' into you again"

And he is.

You feel it.

Another thick gush floods you as he groans, hips grinding in tight, desperate circles, pumping rope after rope of heat so deep it makes your eyes flutter back. The pressure builds in your belly, a warmth that spreads slow, growing fuller, heavier, deeper.

"Shit- fuck," You whimper, voice shaking. "Its- joel- it's too much, I can't-"

"You can, sweetheart. You will."

He smirks into your neck, teeth grazing skin. "This cunt's made to take it. My messy little milkslut."

Your belly's swollen now, soft and rounded where his cock bulges up through your skin. His hand spreads wide over it, pressing down just enough to feel himself from the inside. "Fuckin' look at this," Be growls, voice dropping filth.

"Can feel my cock through your tummy. You're so fuckin' full, babygirl. Stuffed to the brim and still takin' it. "

He pulls back just an inch only to ram in again.

A squirt of cum spills from between your thighs. It's not the first time. Wont be the last.

"There it is. Can't even hold it anymore."

He watches it leak down your ass, pooling beneath you on the sheets.

"Made my own little cumdump. Look at that mess. So greedy for it. "

Another thrust. You sob into the pillow, overstimulated and burning. Your thighs are shaking, soaked with slick and sweat and his endless release.

"Gotta keep fuckin' it back in"

He shoves deeper, groaning.

"I ain't done. Not 'till I plug you ful. 'till there's no room left in that little pussy of yours."

You're whimpering, clawing weakly at the sheets.

"Say it," He grits out, slapping your plump red ass.

"Say what you are."

"I'm- I'm your- your milkslut," You gasp, breath hitching.

"Fuck Joel- I'm your filthy little milkslut-"

"Good fuckin' girl."

Another load floods you. Thick, hot, endless. Your belly streches a little more beneath his hand and Joel moans sl deep it rumbles against your back. "That's it. Take it. Take every last fuckin' drop." When he finally stops moving, cock still twitching inside you, you feel it. The sheer weight of him isndid. How soaked you are, how ruined.

But Joel just keeps you there. Plugged full, your cunt fluttering weakly around him.

You're shaking.

He laughs softly and strokes your belly.

"Gonna knock you up real good this time, babygirl."

[chamisulgrape]

after the concept photos came out omg we need kinky free use submissive reader x dom member (or reverse? u choose???)!! i am very intrigued by your office idea so maybe you can incorportte that??? love u

YESS i hope u like this one op hopefully i did ur idea justice D:

boss!sunghoon x afab secretary!reader | 2.1k

ᢉ𐭩 part one | part two

cw → office au , pwp , mild dubcon , degradation , blowjobs , mention of free use relationship with boss!hyungline , recording without consent , sunghoon is obsessed with cats & calls reader a kitten once , reader is a whore for hyungline & she's playing the long game

“Sunghoon, I’m not going to—” You blink up at Sunghoon in disbelief. 

Sunghoon’s fingers are digging into the skin of your jaw with a grip that’s so gentle, yet tight. You’ve been on your knees on the bathroom floor for what feels like hours, and at this point you’re starting to feel a dull ache settling throughout your legs. Sunghoon smiles at you, lips curled into something sickeningly fond and sweet.

It makes your stomach churn.

“To what, hm?”

“To meow for your dick.” You mumble, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. 

“Why? You do it all the time as a joke already.” Sunghoon says, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“That’s—that’s different.” You breathe out. 

Sunghoon tilts his head, pressing down on your lip and humming at you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy. “How? Think of it as another task. Simple and easy,” Sunghoon glances at the door behind you. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

The weight of the situation hits you then; what Sunghoon’s asking of you. Sunghoon wants you to meow for his cock. You swallow, looking up at him helplessly. As if Sunghoon can sense your hesitation, he shifts, removing his hand from your chin to tug his slacks and boxers down to his knees in one swift motion. You hate how your mouth betrays you and waters at the sight of Sunghoon’s cock.

“What’s it going to be, hm? Are you going to meow for it?” Sunghoon’s voice is soft, gentle like he isn’t asking you for—whatever this is. You gulp, throat bobbing and face hot, your focus on Sunghoon’s cock. “Words, baby. I know you want it.”

To be fair, you should’ve seen it coming. Sunghoon’s always asking you to do things, whether it be doing some cringe aegyo for his cock or wearing the cat ears you wore during the company’s Halloween party last year while he fucks you. But, despite it all, no matter how embarrassing it feels, you always comply; the feeling of shame and embarrassment and attention only pushes you further, you hate how you thrive under it.

“Sunghoon,” you try, helplessly. “Just let me suck you off before we have to go back. Our—our lunch is almost over.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, tutting at you as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly. You make a sound, needy and high. “Sunghoon, please.”

“C’mon, do what you do best. You know what to do, baby.” Sunghoon looks down at you with hooded lids as he strokes himself, and you flush further. He just wants you to listen. Sunghoon could do this all day, you realize.

You squirm, wincing as you realize that your legs have fallen asleep. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it? Are you embarrassed?”

“Sunghoon.” You let out a whine. 

Sunghoon indulges you, letting the hand he has around his cock guide himself forward, forward until the head is tracing along your bottom lip, wetting it with precome. Sunghoon smiles at you, and you press your thighs together in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Come on,” Sunghoon says, lowly. “You know you want to. Why are you playing hard to get?”

You blink up at him, at a loss for words. The worst thing about it is that you want to. Sunghoon knows you want to, he knows that you would do anything if it meant you’d be able to please him, to get to have your mouth full. You open your mouth to protest, only for a weak whine to come out when your lips brush against the head of Sunghoon’s cock.

“Sunghoon,” you murmur, brain already starting to go mush and obedient, just how Sunghoon likes you. 

You trail off, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose. When you open them, Sunghoon is still looking down at you, a smug, sardonic grin on his face that makes your embarrassment grow further. “Please.”

“Hm?” Sunghoon tilts his head, smiling so wide that his canines glint under the lighting of the bathroom. 

You huff again, all the fight leaving your system. You open your mouth, but fall short of words. You purse your lips before making—or, trying to make a noise akin to a… meow. 

Sunghoon snorts, and you bite down on your bottom lip to hold the humiliation back, the sob that threatens its way out of your mouth. God, Sunghoon is the one with the oral fixation, yet he always has you like this, making you beg just to have his cock in your mouth.

“You know you can do better than that.” Sunghoon says it so sweetly, yet it’s so humiliating that you want to cry.

“Please,” you plead, before realizing that Sunghoon isn’t going to give it up. You do it again, louder this time. Sunghoon raises a brow, unimpressed.

“Do it like you mean it.” Sunghoon’s eyes haven’t left you the whole time, and he has that look in his eyes: the same look Heeseung gives you when you slack off even the tiniest bit, the same look Heeseung gives you when you mess up during a meeting. 

You swallow down the humiliation and sniffle, holding back the tears and the burning in your nose, and do it again. You barely have time to take a breath before you’re choking, Sunghoon’s cock forcing its way into your mouth. 

Sunghoon holds your head in place, and you faintly feel disgusted once you realize the position the two of you are in. You; with your knees on the dirty floor of the bathroom, and Sunghoon; seated on the seat of the toilet. The thought makes you gag, and you sputter around Sunghoon’s cock. 

“You’re so ungrateful. I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do it,” Sunghoon lets out a laugh before furrowing his brows. “You’re always so good for me, yet you can’t even do this when I ask you to?” 

You whine around Sunghoon’s cock, breathing in harshly through your nose when tears well up in your eyes. Sunghoon presses in further, hand pushing your head down until your nose is buried in his finely trimmed pubic hair. Sunghoon holds you still, and you know better than to move. 

You swallow helplessly around Sunghoon’s cock, throat constricting as you try to take in nosefulls of air. Sunghoon only hums, hand still fisted in your hair. “Maybe I should get Heeseung? He’d be able to teach you, wouldn’t he? You’d be good for him, wouldn’t you?”

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut. A few tears run down your cheeks, dripping onto Sunghoon’s thighs. Sunghoon continues, “I know you would, you always listen to him so well,” Sunghoon lifts you up until you release his cock completely, letting you breathe for a few seconds before pushing your head down again, all the way to the hilt. More tears spring from your eyes at the feeling of Sunghoon’s cock hitting the back of your throat. “Yet you never wanna listen to me.”

“Is that what you want? You want Heeseung to be here instead?” Sunghoon asks. You shake your head as much as you can around a mouthful of Sunghoon’s cock. Your eyes widen when you see Sunghoon reach down to fish out his phone from his pockets. “Look pretty. I’ll give you what you want.”

You squint your eyes once you feel the flash on you, and in horror, you realize that Sunghoon is recording you. You don't fear the fact that you’re being recorded, rather, you fear for who Sunghoon is recording you for. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby. You really do look like a cat, hm?” Sunghoon smiles at you, phone a few inches from your face. “Pretty baby, pretty kitten.”

You hate the way you preen inwardly at the compliment. Hates the way you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sunghoon coos at you, and the humiliation from earlier returns. 

“Yeah? You like that? Always knew you did. That’s why you’re always letting me fuck you in the ears, huh? You like it just as much as I do, don’t you?”

You let out a pained moan, but it only comes off as a garbled sound around Sunghoon’s cock. Sunghoon hisses at the feeling, fingers gripping your hair tighter. Sunghoon still has the phone in front of your face, and you startle when you hear a few clicks. 

“Maybe I’ll send these to your bosses, hm? Let them all know how much you like this. Maybe I’ll let them take turns with you too,” Sunghoon releases the grip he has on your hair to reach lower, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth alongside his cock. “Maybe even Jongseong. I see the way you look at him. You look at him the same way you look at Heeseung—the same way you look at me, like if he asked you to, you’d let him fuck you right then and there.”

You whine, feeling yourself drip as you clench helplessly. Sunghoon isn’t wrong, you know that if Sunghoon hadn’t been the one to fuck you first, you’d have gladly went to Jongseong or Jake instead—even Heeseung, if he’d let you. The thought makes your mouth pool with saliva, spit making its way out from around Sunghoon’s cock and fingers to dribble pathetically down your chin, wetting Sunghoon’s wrist.

Sunghoon makes a face, curling his lip. “You’re always so messy. Heeseung won’t fuck you if you can’t keep your spit in your fucking mouth, he doesn’t like it messy.” Sunghoon says, and you sniffle, holding back another sob. “You’re always drooling all over my fucking pillows, but Heeseung won’t like that. You know how clean he is, don’t you?”

You nod, inhaling through your nose. Sunghoon pulls the phone away to peer down at you, examining you with disinterest. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, “You’re so greedy. You always want more, you can’t ever be happy with what you have, can you?”

You want to retort. You want to tell Sunghoon that he’s wrong and that you’re not greedy—but it’s true, you’ve always bitten off more than you can chew. You can’t help but always want more than you deserve.

Sunghoon taps away at his phone, and you squirm at the sound of the keyboard. Sunghoon doesn’t break a sweat, there’s no crack through his facade that can show you that he’s even the least bit affected by this. Your throat is starting to ache, but you love it; you relish in the feeling of Sunghoon deep in your throat, the familiar, comfortable weight of Sunghoon’s cock resting on your tongue.

A moment passes, and Sunghoon finally sets his phone on the counter. Your shoulders slump in relief. 

“Bosses are texting, baby. Time’s up.” And then Sunghoon’s pulling you off of his cock by the hair. You inhale deeply, taking a few shaky breaths to ground yourself. Sunghoon holds you like that; hand fisted in your hair, tilting you side to side like he’s assessing you. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, other hand coming up to wipe your chin with the back of his fingers. 

“You’re so messy,” Sunghoon murmurs. “I don’t have to do much and you already look like you got fucked. Run through.”

You pout and Sunghoon coos at you. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. It’s cute. Just—Heeseung isn’t gonna like it.”

You don't get a chance to reply, because within the next second Sunghoon’s lifting you, up until you’re back on your own two feet. You wince when your joints crack, the numbness of your legs has you falling forward into Sunghoon with a yelp. Sunghoon catches you easily, hands reaching out to wrap around your waist to stabilize you. 

“Zip me up.” Sunghoon demands softly, and you listen. With shaky hands, you help Sunghoon back into his pants. When Sunghoon’s pants are zipped and his phone is slipped back into his pocket, Sunghoon stands. You look up at him, helpless, as Sunghoon towers over you. 

Sunghoon laughs, breathlessly. “You’re so cute.” 

You open your mouth to retort, but any comeback is swallowed down by Sunghoon’s mouth on yours. Sunghoon kisses you softly, sucking your bottom lip tenderly, the action making your heart swell. Sunghoon pulls back abruptly, and you chase after his lips.

“You want another one?” Sunghoon asks, and you nod, eagerly seeking Sunghoon’s lips out. “Meow for it.”

You scoff, glaring up at Sunghoon. “Fuck you. You’re fucking weird.”

Sunghoon grins at you, and your glare falters. He’s pretty. Sunghoon is so pretty that it’s unfair. “You like it.”

“No. I don’t.” You reply, and Sunghoon just shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. He ducks down to kiss you again, once, twice before pulling back. 

“You love me.” Sunghoon sounds smug, like he already knows the answer. Like he knows that you do love him. 

You bite your inner cheek, tugging on one of Sunghoon’s belt loops to pull him closer, hips flush against your own. “I don’t.”

Sunghoon lips curl into a smirk. “I know you do.”

Sunghoon always has the upper hand, but that’s because you let him. The one thing that you really hold above him, is that you don’t love him, you just love to fuck with him. You meant it when you said that if Sunghoon hadn’t gotten to you first, you would’ve gone to Jongseong instead. 

That's the thing about being a good secretary: you have to know how to play the game.

But, still, Sunghoon doesn’t know that, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

a/n: eeek lowkey want to make another part for the rest of hyungline?? kinda obsessed with them... hehe i hope u liked this op, also the concept photos r fucking me up soo bad rn. mind is reeling i have so many more ideas i want to write now! also side note as always: some of this is reworked from an old wip/au i had written! i thought the prompt matched PERFECTLYY hehe

[pandacherryblossoms]

Here are some headcannons about Kunho…

…because his voice is so addictive — low, smooth, and just commanding enough to make anyone listen. Whether he’s singing or speaking, it has a way of getting under my skin..

Genre: Fluff, Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Dom!Kunho, Power dynamics, Control kink, Thigh riding, Overstimulation, Eye contact kink, Soft dominance, Possessive behavior

SFW

• He’s not super clingy, but he’s always aware of where you are. Quietly attentive. Like if you shift too much in your seat or seem a little off, he’s immediately glancing at you to check.

• He shows affection through casual touch: hand on your lower back when you’re walking together, thigh under the table, knuckles brushing yours when you sit side by side. Never loud, but always present.

• Protective in subtle ways — the type to pull you slightly behind him if a stranger gets too close, or quietly switch sides on the sidewalk so he’s the one near the traffic.

• If you’re tired or overwhelmed, he’s instantly in “take care of you” mode — not coddling, but efficient. Blankets, food, silence if you need it.

• His voice is calming in a way nothing else is — especially when he sings. Whether he’s humming absentmindedly while holding you or softly serenading you on purpose, it settles something deep in your chest. Like everything’s okay as long as he keeps singing.

NSFW

• Kunho gives dom energy, but it’s quietly intense. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. The look in his eyes when he’s got you where he wants you is enough to make your knees weak.

• He’s big on control — not over-the-top rough, but he’s in charge. Every movement is calculated. Every touch is intentional. He wants you squirming, but only when he allows it.

• His thighs are ridiculous. He knows it. You definitely know it. And he loves when you ride them. Loves the way you whimper as you grind against him, desperate and soaked, while he just leans back and watches.

• His hand grips your waist, guiding you. Not hard, just enough to remind you who’s in control.

• Sometimes he’ll talk low in your ear while you move —

“That’s it. Don’t stop until you’re shaking.”

“So needy you can’t even wait for my cock?”

“Look at the mess you’re making on me.”

• He’ll flex his thigh beneath you just to push you over the edge. Smirks when you cry out and cling to him like your legs won’t work anymore.

• Once you finish, he doesn’t even give you a second to recover — just pulls you in and whispers,

“You’re not done. That was just the start.”

• Big on eye contact — especially when you’re falling apart. He wants you looking at him when you come. Wants to see every little reaction, every flicker of pleasure.

• Aftercare is solid. He won’t say much, just hold you close, hand tracing lazy shapes against your spine, quietly grounding you while you catch your breath.

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[kcake555]

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[thotsofintrusion]

send some hard thots please!!!

[cyberkunizz]

You write for All (h)ours ?!?!??

Yes!! I have a couple of drafts im working on rn! Send requests and ill so it!! <3