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Angry Boys - Seungmin

Lessons In Obedience

Tags: Degrading praise, dom!Seungmin, punishment, forced counting, spitting, orgasm denial, spitplay, slight dumbification, tutor kink, sarcastic dirty talk, no aftercare, smut MDNI.

Word count: 3k

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You didn’t think tutoring would feel like detention.

But that’s exactly what it felt like under Seungmin’s eyes—sharp behind his wire frames, arms crossed, sitting so upright and composed it made your back ache just trying to mimic him.

“Third mistake,” he said flatly. “Do it again.”

You blinked at the page.

“But—”

“Don’t speak. Write.”

You bit your lip. The pen trembled in your hand as you tried to redo the equation, brain fogged from more than just math. It was the way he said it. The way he always said it.

Low and cold, like he already knew you were going to fail him. Like he enjoyed watching you try.

And maybe… maybe he did.

He never touched you. Never even raised his voice. But Seungmin didn’t have to. His control came in the pauses, in the rules, in the way he could make you feel utterly pathetic just by arching an eyebrow.

“I told you not to wear skirts this short when we study.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how distracted you are today?”

“If you want to keep this arrangement, you need to prove you’re worthy of my time.”

It was never overt.

But it made you squirm.

And you never broke the rules—because deep down, you knew the moment you did, Seungmin wouldn’t just scold you. He’d ruin you.

—-

You were already five minutes late.

Not enough to seem completely careless—but enough to make him notice. And of course, he did. He always did.

Seungmin didn’t say a word as you walked into the study room, textbook clutched to your chest like a shield. He just glanced at the clock on the wall, then down at his own perfectly written notes. His jaw flexed once. Disapproval. Barely visible—but you knew it was there.

You closed the door quietly, heart pounding.

“Sit.” One word. Sharp.

You obeyed instantly, dropping into the seat across from him. He didn’t look at you, not even once, just pushed your worksheet forward and tapped his pen against the header. “You left three questions incomplete. Again.”

“I got stuck on the second one,” you mumbled.

“I didn’t ask for an excuse.” His eyes flicked up now, dark and unreadable. “You had time.”

You flushed, lips pressing together.

Seungmin reached forward, dragging the worksheet toward him and circling the mistakes with methodical precision. Then he folded his arms, leaned back, and stared at you for a beat too long.

“You’re wasting my time.”

The air left your lungs.

“I—I’m sorry, I—”

“You think this is a favor? I don’t give out favors.”

His tone was still calm. Controlled. But that only made it worse. Made you shift in your seat, thighs clenching on instinct. He noticed that too—his gaze dipped for half a second, then returned to your face like it never left.

“You know what your problem is?” he said, voice almost thoughtful. “You come in here hoping I’ll go easy on you because you bat your lashes and say sorry with that little pout.”

“I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Your breath caught.

“You like playing dumb,” he said, standing up now, coming around the table slowly. “But you’re not dumb, are you? You just want attention. You want mine.”

He was behind you before you could respond, hand gripping the back of your chair.

“You’ve been slipping for weeks,” he murmured by your ear. “Sloppy, unfocused, distracted… I think it’s time you learned how serious I am about rules.”

You froze.

“I’m going to give you a choice.”

His hand slid down to your shoulder, squeezing once, before moving away again—like he was holding himself back.

“You can leave now. Pretend this session didn’t happen. And I won’t waste another second on you for the rest of the semester.”

You turned your head slightly, eyes wide.

“Or…”

He leaned closer, lips just ghosting your ear.

“You stay. And learn the hard way what it means to disappoint me.”

Your mouth was dry.

You didn’t move, didn’t blink. Seungmin hadn’t touched you in any real way—just words, tone, the shift of energy so potent it made your spine straighten like he’d commanded it to.

But you didn’t leave.

He waited, watching your breath stutter in your chest, and when you didn’t move, he clicked his tongue once.

“Figures,” he muttered. “Of course you’d stay.”

He walked back in front of you, sliding his chair closer, so the distance was just enough to make you squirm. You could smell his cologne now. Clean and sharp, just like him. His eyes raked over your face.

“Let’s test your obedience then.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“Hands on your thighs. Back straight. Eyes on mine.”

You did it. Immediately. Like muscle memory.

“Good,” he said—flat, clinical. “Now. Don’t break eye contact.”

He waited, silence stretching heavy between you. Your pulse raced. The way he stared, without blinking, without softening—it made your skin itch. Made your thighs tense under your skirt.

Seconds passed. Then a full minute.

You shifted.

He raised a brow. “Problem?”

You swallowed. “N-No, sunbaenim.”

“Speak up.”

“No, sunbaenim.”

He smirked. “Then stop fidgeting.”

You tried. God, you tried. But when he rolled his sleeves up exposing his veiny arms and smooth skin—and fixed his glasses with that same meticulous flick—you bit your lip, and your gaze flickered down.

“Ah.”

Your head snapped back up—but it was too late.

Seungmin sat back with a sharp breath. “I see.”

“I didn’t—”

“Shut up.”

Your mouth slammed shut.

“You want to act like a dumb little brat in heat? Then I’ll treat you like one.”

He stood again, shoving the chair back with a scrape against the floor. You flinched.

“Up. Bend over the desk.”

You stared at him.

“Now.”

Your legs wobbled as you stood. The desk dug into your hips as you bent forward, hands flat on the surface. The position was humiliating, your skirt riding up, your breath hitching in anticipation you didn’t dare name.

He stepped behind you. You could feel the heat of him, the weight of his gaze.

“No noise unless I say so. No moving unless I allow it. And if you dare break another rule…”

His hand pressed against your lower back, firm.

“I’ll remind you exactly who’s in charge here.”

Your cheek was pressed to the desk, breath fogging the wood as you braced for whatever Seungmin had planned. He hadn’t spoken in nearly a minute—and that was the worst part. The silence. The cold, calculating way he seemed to study you like a specimen beneath him.

“You really thought you could flinch at my rules and still have me?”

His voice sliced through the air like a blade. You shuddered.

“You’re not even worth the time it takes to correct you.”

The sting of those words made your stomach drop—but your thighs clenched tighter.

“Say it,” he said.

You blinked. “W-What?”

His hand curled around your neck—not choking, just grounding. Holding.

“Say you’re not worth it.”

Your throat bobbed as you whimpered. “I’m… not worth it, sunbaenim.”

“That’s right. You’re just a pathetic little distraction. A dumb girl who can’t even keep her grades up without making a show of herself.”

His hand slid down, lifting your skirt with casual, cold fingers. You gasped when he exposed you fully, no shame in the sound.

“No panties?” he scoffed. “You wanted this.”

You bit back a whine.

“Don’t make a sound.”

Then came the first sharp slap—right between your thighs. You jolted, a quiet cry slipping out anyway.

“I said no noise.” Another slap, harder this time.

“You’re failing at every command. Do you even want to learn?”

“Y-Yes—!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sunbaenim—!”

He leaned in close again, hand gripping your hip now with bruising pressure.

“Then prove it. Make yourself cum. Right here. Right now. While I watch.”

You froze.

“If you can do it without making a single noise, maybe—maybe—I’ll let you keep coming to our sessions. If not?”

His fingers trailed the curve of your ass.

“You can go beg another tutor to put up with your pathetic neediness.”

You trembled. Your hand slid between your legs slowly, fingers hesitant—but you did it.

And Seungmin watched.

Watched as you touched yourself under his cruel gaze. Silent. Shaking. Desperate.

He crouched beside you, whispering poison in your ear as your body started to shake.

“Look at you. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Not tutoring. Not grades. Just me. Standing over you. Making you feel small.”

You whined, dangerously close, your hand a blur.

“Pathetic. You’re not even doing it right—”

He shoved your hand away and slid his fingers over you in one brutal swipe, just enough to feel how wet you were.

“Disgusting. You got this wet from nothing.”

“Please—” you gasped, voice finally breaking.

“You don’t even deserve release.”

He stood again, pulling away completely. Cold. Dismissive.

“Fix your clothes. And rewrite the entire worksheet before tomorrow.”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide, breathing wrecked.

He looked down at you like you were beneath him.

“Earn the privilege of being beneath me again.”

—

You were early.

Of course you were. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the last session for a full week. It played on a loop in your mind—the burn of his words, the feel of his hand, the way he made you touch yourself like you were nothing. And then the way he left you with a cold stare and an impossible assignment.

But you turned that worksheet in flawless.

Because maybe, just maybe, he’d see it. A silent plea buried in the margins. A desperate request for more.

You waited at your desk like a schoolgirl with a secret.

When he finally walked in, tall and calm, every part of you tensed in anticipation. He barely looked at you. No smirk. No flicker of memory from last week. Just cold professionalism.

“So,” Seungmin said, adjusting his glasses, “today we’re reviewing your syntax from chapter six.”

You stared at him. Nothing?

He set your worksheet down between you. “Better than last time. Barely,” he added, eyes scanning the page. Still no recognition of how you’d fallen apart in front of him. Like you hadn’t begged for release, like he hadn’t humiliated you in the most addictive way.

Something snapped.

You reached beneath the desk.

He noticed the movement but didn’t look up.

Until you spread your legs.

His eyes flicked to you sharply. You could see it—something shifting behind the frames of his glasses. Still, he said nothing.

So you took it further.

You slid your hand beneath your skirt, fingers brushing right over your bare heat.

“I didn’t wear panties again,” you whispered, voice breathy.

Still, nothing.

So you moaned—quiet but intentional.

“Are you going to punish me again, sunbaenim?”

That did it.

The pen in his hand stopped. He placed it gently on the desk like it offended him.

Then, without a word, he stood and locked the door.

Your heart leapt.

He walked back, slower this time. Measured. Like a man approaching something he already owned.

“You think this is a joke?” His voice was low, clipped.

You smiled sweetly. “I think you liked it last time.”

He yanked your chair back from the desk and you gasped as he pulled you up by the arm, dragging you toward the professor’s table at the front of the room. He bent you over it in one swift move, your cheek hitting the cool surface.

“You want me to punish you again?”

You nodded, breathing hard.

“Say it.”

“I want you to punish me, sunbaenim.”

“Then don’t move.”

You heard the metallic sound of his belt unbuckling.

“I gave you one chance,” he murmured, dragging the leather slow between his hands, “to walk out with dignity.”

You clenched around nothing, already throbbing.

“You chose this instead.”

He pulled your skirt up—no hesitation this time—and let the belt fall on your ass, sharp and sudden.

You cried out.

“Quiet.”

Another strike.

You whimpered.

“You don’t even know what you’ve invited.”

His hand slid between your thighs again, two fingers swiping through the mess you’d already made of yourself.

“Disgusting.”

He pressed the wetness to your lips.

“Lick it.”

You obeyed instantly, licking his fingers like a starved girl.

He finally growled low, something snapping in his tone.

“You want to act like a slut in my sessions? Then you’ll learn what it costs.”

Your cheek was pressed to the desk, the wood grain imprinted on your skin, your breath coming shallow and shaky.

Seungmin stood behind you, cold and precise. He hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“You came in here thinking I’d fuck you just for spreading your legs like a desperate little bitch?” he asked flatly.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged gently—just enough to make you listen. “I asked you a question.”

“I—no, sunbaenim,” you choked, thighs trembling.

“No?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Then what the fuck is this?”

You gasped as he slapped your ass again, the sting landing perfectly where his belt had already reddened your skin.

“Maybe I need to remind you what you’re here for. Education first. Pussy second.”

You bit your lip, nodding quickly.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, let’s start simple. Spell ‘embarrassed.’”

Your eyes widened.

“E–M–B–A–R…” you paused, blinking, trying to remember.

Wrong.

The belt cracked again.

“Start over,” he ordered.

You whimpered. “E–M–B–A–R–R–A–S–S–E–D…”

“Mm.” He hummed approvingly. “Next. Define ‘submissive.’ Use it in a sentence.”

Your mouth went dry.

“Submissive,” you breathed, “is… someone who gives up control willingly. Um. Example… ‘She was so submissive, she let her tutor bend her over the desk and—’”

Another slap, harsher.

“I said educational sentence, not slut monologue.”

You sobbed, back arching, wrists gripping the edge of the desk. Your thighs were soaked. His voice alone had you dripping.

“And what’s the formula for passive voice in English grammar?”

You were shaking. “Object… verb… subject…”

“Louder.”

“Object, verb, subject, sunbaenim—!”

“Wrong tone.”

He leaned forward, voice a razor’s edge beside your ear.

“You can’t even obey basic instruction. What makes you think you’re worth my time?”

That broke something in you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, trembling.

“I don’t want your sorry.”

He grabbed your hips roughly, yanked you back into place.

“I want your obedience.”

And then—without warning—he slid inside you in one brutal thrust.

You cried out, knees buckling, hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk.

“You wanted this, right? Wanted to see what happens when you fuck with your class president?”

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

He snapped his hips forward, every thrust sending a filthy sound echoing through the classroom.

“You’ll answer every question next time. Even if I have to beat it into you.”

You moaned, completely gone.

“I’ll make you smarter,” he grunted, “if it’s the last fucking thing I do.”

“Your punishment’s not over,” Seungmin said, voice low and glacial as he gripped your hips tighter, keeping you bent and helpless over the desk.

You were a mess—hair tangled, cheeks wet, lips swollen from biting back moans. The desk under your chest trembled slightly from every hard thrust, each one precise, punishing, and deliberate.

“This isn’t about pleasure,” he snapped, slamming into you again, deep and mean, “so stop moaning like a fucking porn star.”

You tried to stay quiet, biting your lip hard, but the way he stretched you, the pace of his thrusts—slow enough to make you lose your mind but hard enough to bruise your hips—it was impossible to stay composed.

Your body was betraying you. The slick sounds echoing between your thighs were obscene, soaking everything beneath you. And Seungmin knew it.

“Slut,” he muttered, watching the way you clenched around him, “you don’t even deserve to study under me, the way you act.”

You whimpered, shame and arousal twisting in your stomach like fire.

Then he pulled out suddenly, and you gasped at the loss, clenching around nothing. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him from over your shoulder.

“You wanna cum?”

You nodded fast, eyes wide.

“Then earn it.”

He grabbed your arm and dragged you up from the desk, flipping you and pushing you to sit right back on the edge, legs wide, your cunt glistening in the dim light of the classroom. His cock, hard and flushed, slapped against your inner thigh as he stepped in.

But instead of fucking you again, he handed you the little stack of flashcards from your previous session.

Your breath hitched.

“Read them,” he said flatly.

“W–What?” you blinked.

“You have sixty seconds. Get them all right, or I walk out and leave you like this.”

You stared at him, flushed and trembling, desperate to be filled again, to cum. And he just stood there—arms crossed, cock twitching, jaw clenched—watching you suffer.

You grabbed the cards with shaky fingers.

“Define ‘syntax,’” he ordered, tone icy.

You stammered, “The arrangement of words and phrases—into sentences—”

“Wrong. Full definition, you know better.”

You started over, voice desperate, your thighs trembling from the ache of being left empty. Seungmin didn’t blink. He just watched you squirm, eyes dark, hungry, and hard.

When you finally got through five definitions without messing up, he stepped forward, gripped your throat gently, and whispered, “Say ‘thank you, sunbaenim.’”

“Thank you, sunbaenim,” you breathed, eyes glassy.

“Now,” he growled, lining himself up again, “extra credit.”

He thrust back in with no warning, one hand on your throat, the other pressed to your stomach as he fucked up into you with teeth-gritted restraint. No mercy. No breaks.

Just raw, primal dominance.

Your head lolled back as you cried out, finally allowed to fall apart. He didn’t slow down.

“You’re going to cum for me like a good little student,” he whispered into your ear, “and when I’m done with you, you’ll be studying everything I give you. No hesitation. No mistakes.”

You came with a sob, body arching, unable to hold it in.

And only then did Seungmin stop—pulling out, breathing hard, not even spilling inside. Instead, he dragged his hand across your thigh and smeared your own mess back between your folds.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants. “You’ve got three chapters to read before next session.”

And with that, he walked out—leaving you trembling, soaked, and breathless on the desk you used to call a study table.

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Angry Boys - Felix

Bronze Again?

Tags: unprotected sex, rough/angry sex, light humiliation and degradation, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, power imbalance (consensual), overstimulation/ mild dumbification, smut, MDNI

Word count: 1.5k

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It started off stupid. Harmless.

Felix had just lost a match. Lost it bad.

You could tell it was over the moment his headset clattered onto the desk—tossed like it personally betrayed him. His bottom lip jutted out in a pretty pout, brows furrowed while he mumbled curses under his breath. Onscreen, his death recap played in slow motion, like it wanted to mock him, too.

From the living room, Changbin’s laugh cracked loud and sharp.

“Yo! Bronze Yongbok’s back, baby!”

Then Jisung chimed in, wheezing: “Uninstall, man. Even Hyunjin could out-frag you at this point.”

You were curled up on his bed, watching the drama unfold with mild amusement. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, trying not to giggle.

But then you said it. The one thing you didn’t mean to say aloud:

“Maybe I should carry you next time, baby. Could boost you to silver—at least.”

The silence that followed?

Heavy. Absolute.

Your gaze flicked up just in time to catch Felix turning from the monitor, slow and mechanical. His brows didn’t move. His mouth didn’t twitch. But his eyes—those pretty, doll-like eyes—hardened into something unreadable. Cold. Controlled.

Like you’d just hit a switch you didn’t know existed.

“You think that’s funny?” he asked quietly.

You paused, phone still in hand, trying not to smile. “Kinda…”

His jaw tensed. Just once. “You’re teasing me in front of them?”

“Lix, I—”

You didn’t even finish.

He stood up.

Snatched your phone right out of your hand, tossed it onto the desk hard enough to make it bounce, then grabbed your waist with one hand and hauled you into his lap as he dropped back into the gaming chair.

Your heart raced. Your breath hitched.

This wasn’t playful.

“Felix—?”

“You like teasing me, yeah?” His voice dropped lower, now a hiss. His hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to hold his stare. “Let’s see if you think it’s still cute when I make this whole dorm hear how fucking diamond I can be.”

You didn’t even see him coming.

One second your shirt was still on—then Felix was yanking it over your head, fast and rough, tossing your phone aside like it disgusted him. You gasped as your back hit his chest again, body hauled into his lap like he owned you.

And god—he did.

“I said,” he growled, low in your ear, “you like teasing me, right?”

His fingers slid beneath your waistband, not even bothering with finesse. Your breath caught as he shoved your panties to the side and palmed your bare heat—already soaked. You tried to clench your thighs, tried to stop your hips from moving, but his legs were spread wide beneath you and you were pinned open.

The chair creaked.

From the living room, you could still hear Jisung laughing, Changbin talking over him.

They had no idea what was happening in here.

Not yet.

Felix kissed your shoulder, slow and mocking. “Door’s open,” he whispered. “Say something smart now.”

You froze.

He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing—what he wanted them to hear.

His hands gripped your hips and rocked you against his cock, still hard and straining in his briefs, dragging up along your folds. You whimpered, trying to hold it in—but that made it worse. He just groaned, biting down on your neck as you squirmed.

“Aw. Embarrassed now?” he teased. “Didn’t sound so shy when you were running your mouth earlier.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth, but he caught it and pinned it behind your back with one hand.

“Nope. They’re gonna hear everything.”

He tugged your shorts down just enough to get access—just enough to ruin you—and then he was pushing in. No warning. Just heat, pressure, stretch.

You cried out.

Loud.

Changbin’s laugh stuttered. Somewhere, something clattered.

Felix smiled.

“Oh, they definitely heard that.”

Your scream still echoed down the hallway when Felix shoved in all the way.

No mercy. No patience. Just punishment.

The chair slammed against the floor, jerking under every snap of his hips. Your thighs trembled on either side of his, one foot slipping off the armrest from how hard he was fucking up into you. Slick sounds filled the room—sticky, wet, obscene—and they were nothing compared to your voice.

Because you were loud. So loud.

And outside?

Not a single sound now.

Jisung had stopped laughing.

Changbin had gone dead quiet.

Not even a breath from the hallway.

But Felix wasn’t satisfied.

He fisted your hair and yanked your head back, growling into your ear, “Scream louder. Let ‘em know who fucking owns you.”

You shook your head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how much you needed him, how deep he was, how wrecked you already felt.

“Felix—Felix, please—”

“Please, what?” His teeth grazed your throat. “Please stop?”

You were panting now, moaning through your answer. “No…”

“That’s right,” he hissed, driving into you harder. “So take it. Take every fucking rank I’m giving you.”

He slapped your thigh, spreading you wider. Your legs twitched, overstimulated and locked into his pace. Your voice cracked on a cry, and then—

“Fuck!”

It ripped from your chest without your permission. Raw. Desperate.

A slam from somewhere down the hall. Footsteps scrambling.

Felix grinned.

“There it is,” he laughed, fucking into you harder. “Dorm’s finally listening.”

You reached back blindly, trying to grab his wrist—tap out, slow him down, something—but he only caught your arm and pinned it behind you again, pushing you down onto the desk this time, folding your body in half.

“Who’s bronze now?” he growled, hammering you into the wood.

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe through the way you were unraveling, overstimulated and crying his name.

Felix dragged your face up by the hair and made you look at the open door.

“You wanna tease me in front of them?” His voice was sharp, furious, filthy. “Let them see who you belong to next time.”

And just like that, you came again—loud, messy, broken.

And somewhere in the dorm, a door closed.

Maybe in horror.

Maybe in shame.

But you and Felix? Didn’t stop.

—

You didn’t remember falling limp.

One second you were full of him, legs shaking, throat raw from screaming—

The next, you were in his arms. Warm. Floaty. Boneless.

Felix held you against his chest, one arm locked around your waist while the other gently pushed your hair from your sweaty face. You could still feel him inside you, twitching with aftershocks, but he wasn’t moving now. Just keeping you close. Letting you breathe.

“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, his voice hoarse but gentle now.

You managed a nod—barely.

“Did so good,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “So fucking good for me.”

Your cheek pressed to his collarbone, heartbeat thudding wildly. You were exhausted, sore, thoroughly used—and so impossibly turned on by how soft he was suddenly being.

Then…

From down the hallway, a door creaked. A cautious footstep.

Felix grinned against your skin. “Thought I told them to shut the fuck up.”

You groaned. “Felix…”

“They heard every second of you begging,” he whispered proudly. “Bet they’ll mute their mics for the next week just to avoid hearing you again.”

Your face burned, burying into his neck. “You left the door open on purpose?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “Next time, you gonna call me Bronze in front of the boys?”

“…No,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

You sighed, louder. “No, Felix.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed your shoulder, easing you off his lap. His hands stayed on you, rubbing your back while he reached for a towel from his desk drawer—God help you, he had that shit ready.

As he helped you clean up, you glanced toward the door—still wide open.

“Do you think they saw—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Felix interrupted. “You’re mine. Let them hear it. Let them know.”

He tugged one of his oversized hoodies over your head, guiding your wobbly legs back into bed. Then he dropped a kiss to your thigh before climbing in behind you, arm draped over your waist.

“…Still wanna carry me next game?” he asked, lips brushing your ear.

You exhaled a laugh. “Not unless I want to die.”

“Smart girl.”

You didn’t say anything after that. Just lay there, chest rising and falling, still throbbing with aftershocks while Felix curled around you like he hadn’t just ruined you for life.

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question: why are jeongin’s mirror selfies my favourite?

answer: because I have a hand kink

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🎸🎸🎸 (cr. PANG_914)

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otw to london ✈️

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you little brat…

bangchan x femreader

SMUT MINORS DNI!!

cw: subxdom dynamics, slapping, gagging, degradation, kinda mean channie, spit, daddy is mentioned once, i think that’s it xx

“ohh you like that? yeah? you little… brat” chan says with a chuckle between harsh slaps across your face as you giggle underneath him, a smile plastered onto your face with the occasional “ah” escaping your lips.

“such a fucking slut aren’t you? daddy’s little slut hm?” he would coo over you, the smile on his face being the perfect juxtaposition to his progressively violent slaps to your face. he knows how much you get off on this and he’s more than happy to oblige. as his thumb makes its way into your open mouth, he grabs the underside of your jaw roughly. “suck” he demands and you eagerly comply, suckling on his thumb like a little toddler as moans flood from your closed mouth.

“such a sweet girl.. shame you’re such a fucking brat” he emphasises his last word with an especially harsh slap against your cheek that makes your jaw drop open from the sudden shock. he takes the opportunity to shove two of his fingers down you as far a your throat will allow and you heave violently as they challenge your gag reflex.

“god, you love this don’t you?” he asks with faux curiosity, however, aware you know his question is rhetorical as you would probably struggle to answer with his fingers so deep down your throat. “yeahhh, you do. i know baby… oh look. at. that” he patronises as he takes his fingers out, revealing a string of your saliva covering his digits.

“naughty girl” he comments, rubbing your spit across your flushed face and grinding his now hard cock against your pussy through his joggers. “you’ve got my cock all hard baby..”. he takes his dick out agonising slowly. “can’t have that can we? no” he moves away from you, only to line himself up with your dripping entrance.

“now let me stretch this fucking pussy”…

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he was a ✨ 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 ✨

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SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (maknae line)

cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !! seungmins is a bit degrading but that’s about it?

(not proofread sorry for any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE

han jisung

omg han LOVES working you up as he rubs your clit until you’re whimpering his name and begging for him to make you cum. the way he would chuckle at your reaction seeing his baby girl feel euphoric is so heart warming. he loves you so much :’( and the way he would kiss your neck and ears throughout it ahh

“moaning so pretty for me baby girl”

and personally, I think han is just as much of a sweetheart in the bedroom as he is outside of it. so it only makes sense that he loves when you’re on top riding him just so he can look at your beautiful face and your tits bouncing for him and telling you how beautiful you look on top of him. literally the definition of ‘words of adoration’. the way his face lights up every time you’re mouth falls open in bliss and runs his hands all over your chest and tummy aww.

“you are so fucking beautiful baby, you know that right?”

felix

as soon as you tell felix you are needy and want some attention, he would make you spread out in front of him to tease your pussy as you let him just love on you for a while whilst he gives you the most amount of neck kisses. he would drop WHATEVER he is doing just to make you feel good.

“that feel good baby? yeah?” *kisses your neck again*

no one can convince me otherwise, felix loves missionary so much, just because he loves being able to make out with his gorgeous girl whilst cupping your cheek as you ride his cock. however fast or slow as you want or need, it’s all down to you, he’s just so happy he gets to make love with his favourite girl.

“fuck, you feel so good baby, yeah just like that”

seungmin

hear me out, seungmin and lee know as lovers go hand in hand. sweethearts to you outside of the bedroom, but inside…it’s more than likely they wanna take you to nirvana. the way he finger fucks you so rough until you squirt for him over and over and ONLY then will he give you his cock. he knows how much you get off on being degraded (same) so he will happily do that for you as it’s pretty much his second nature.

“fuckkk, look at you squirting for me like a little slut”

and then when he FINALLY lets you have his cock, he definitely makes you ride him reverse cowgirl because you ��don’t get to look at daddy, look at your self in the mirror, slut’. the way he makes sure to get his cock as far in you as possible as well ahh. he pretty much just used you as a fleshlight (and I love that for you)

“fuck yeah. good girl. no thoughts in that little head is there?

jeongin

now look, I reckon jeongin is OBSESSED with your tits, like EXTREMELY. no matter what he is doing, they are NEVER left out. he loves you riding him whilst he has your tit in his mouth whilst you run your hands through his hair and whimper his name over and over again.

“urgh i love when you whimper for me darling”

like when I say he’s obsessed with your tits, i mean he’s OBSESSED with your tits so much!! he lovesss making out with them whilst you pleasure yourself on his cock. as much as he loves the feeling of you around him, it’s alll about your pleasure and if he can give you more, he will give you MORE! happily!

“I cannot get enough of these tits baby girl, they’re so beautiful !”

a/n: I LOVED doing this one! maknae line is my bias line so I very much enjoyed this one… anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!

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I JUST WANT A KISS 😭

LEE KNOW'S CAM

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Kim Seungmin for W Korea

I am NOT okay. I can NOT breathe. Check on your fucking Seungmin stans today cause we need emergency attention. What the fuck.

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SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (hyung line)

SMUT !! MINORS DNI

cw: degradation and pet names. choking and rough sex? I think that’s it sorry i missed any

(not proofread, sorry for any mistakes)

MAKNAE LINE

chan

personally, I think chan is such a romantic love but if you ever asked him to be rough with you one night, he would take that opportunity to give you the horniest night of your life. like, the way he would slap your clit until you’re nothing but a whimpering mess as he begins to work you up. you’d be spread for him with your legs shaking every time he spanks your pussy.

“good little slut”

your voice would be so strained at the way he wraps his hand around your throat as he slides his cock all the way inside you as you’re whimpering his name and your eyes are rolling back. he lives for feeling how you get wetter around his cock every time he thrusts into you, never slowing down no matter how loud you moan.

“this is what you wanted baby? hmm?”

lee know

it’s very rare that lee know is ever gentle with you. as soft as sweet as he may be outside the bedroom, inside is another story. the way he speaks to you is so dirty as you are soon dripping for him. he always wants both your holes filled, never letting one of them left out because he is so so ‘generous’. omg I swear this man is obsessed with your butt.

“can’t leave her out can we doll?”

then after you’ve begged him for so long for his dick, he finally gives you what you need. the way he makes you ride him whilst he fingers your asshole whilst you’re blabbering nonsense on top of him gets him horny like nothing else does. he loves making you feel so full and horny that even forming a sentence is nearly impossible.

“that’s it baby, no thoughts in your head, just go all dumb on my cock for me there you go”

changbin

i feel like changbin has two ways of loving on you. tired after work or hungry for you. no in between. you love to treat changbin so much though that on days where he’s too tired, you get under the desk as he’s playing video games so you can suck him off after a long day

“oh my god baby, you really know how to spoil me”

and on the days when he’s not too tired, you best believe he wants to ravish you. the way he makes you get on top whilst he fucks into you because your legs have gone jelly from riding him. also I personally think this is his favourite position of all because he just gets to see all of his favourite girl.

“so fucking beautiful baby.. fuck-“

Hyunjin

same as chan, I think he’s such a sweet lover but is so dominant in the bedroom when you both want him to be. the way he devours your pussy to get you going whilst you write under him from the overwhelming stimulation, begging him for more and more. he would definitely make you come first before even getting his cock out.

“you look so pretty when you cum for me baby”

after eating your pussy, he is always rock fucking hard for you and more than ready to feel you around him. the way he would fuck you into the pillow so rough after being a brat and begging him over and over for him to just fuck you. the smirk that is plastered over his face when you cum around his cock is so sly as well I can’t get that look out of my head omg.

“thereee you go baby. that feel good? you’re making a mess all over my cock”

a/n: I kinda loved writing these ngl. I’ve never done anything like this before and I love to try something new so I hope you like it. I’m debating also doing a maknae line so lmk if you would be interested 👀

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