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minors dni!!

part one

you had just gotten home from shopping with your closest friends and you couldn’t wait to show chan what you had bought. interesting enough, you two hadn’t had the craziest sex life. to you, it was pretty vanilla… but thankfully, your friends came up with an amazing idea: buying lingerie. you had never worn lingerie in your LIFE, but something inside you wanted to see how chan would react. your core throbbed as you set your shoes by the door and walked into the living room. he was nowhere to be seen, which was strange considering he should’ve gotten home hours ago. you looked around the downstairs for a little, until you decided to go upstairs to try on your new sets. you walked into your walk in closet and sat the bag down, taking your clothes off slowly after. you looked in the mirror and pulled out the first set, holding it up to your body. it was an emerald green set, with faint lines of black. you stepped into the piece, admiring the way it hugged your curves in the mirror. you smirked to yourself, knowing this was going to drive him insane.

it had been a few minutes and you were on your 5th and final set. this set was a beautiful pink with splashes of white. pink is his favorite color you said to yourself before trying it on. suddenly, your breath hitched as you heard movement behind you. it was chan. you turned to face him, your face flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. you bit your lip as he moved closer to you, turning you so that you were both now facing the mirror. “god… you’re so beautiful” he said as he looked you up and down. “i didn’t know you were in here..” you spoke softly as he began to toy with the strap of the lingerie. you continued to watch him in the mirror as his eyes met yours. “don’t be shy now.. turn around for me”. you obeyed, now just inches away from his face. chan smirked before grabbing one of your cheeks, digging his nails ever so slightly into it. you gasped and swore you could feel three heartbeats. he looked you in your eyes and kissed you slowly, almost teasingly before pulling away. “ let me make love to you.”

[99zurins]

— 34+35 it for me

pair: junhui x afab!reader

contains: smut (mdni), 69, spit kink.

word count: idk im on mobile

writer’s note: oops

you breathed out, trying your best to contain your composure, as you pump him with your hand, your tongue lingering the fat head of his cock. you feel junhui grip your hips harder, continuing to bury his face in you, tongue licking up your arousal and slipping his tongue inside you.

junhui, your sweet and very experimental boyfriend, is always willing to try new things with you. he says it makes the relationship stronger and better. communication is key, he quips all the time. so during a summer night, as old r&b softly playing in the room, bodies illuminated by the pale orange lamp light, you awkwardly ask him if he wants to try to sixty-nine.

that’s how you find yourself whimpering while trying to suck him off, feeling your legs shake, as junhui easily slips two fingers in your hole while licking up your arousal. he leaves little bites on your asscheeks, and when he removes his fingers out of you, you feel a trail of split dripping down on your cunt. you whine loudly, as find your mind going into a haze when you feel his fingers playing with the wetness that consisted of your cum and his spit.

“such a pretty pussy… so wet, so sweet,” he sighs, tongue trailing up and down your folds before putting his mouth around your clit. “so cute.”

“j-junnie,” you whine, hand shakily touching the girth. more beads of precum leak out from him, and you do your best to smear it around with your hand. you then tease him by licking it off, tongue curiously trailing the veins. “f-feels so good.”

“good,” he groans out, resisting the urge to thrust his hips up your mouth. “we have all night, baby.”

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expectations hang from the ceiling and unravel in our dreams. they stick to the kitchen table and join us at breakfast time. as a woman, they’re loud. they sound like babies crying and church bells. they smell of homemade pie and folded laundry. they resemble soft smiles and pretty lace.

never in my life have i wanted children. my dreams are encased by packed suitcases, tattooed skin, music in a concert hall, kissing in the rain.

realities hang from my ceiling. the alarms blared by climate change. the daily dips to a year’s abyss sculpted by mental illness. the shadows that halt any desire to bring a child into this world. the warmth, the glowing comfort of knowing myself and the extension of my capacity to give.

the potentials for joy are colorful bounds of yarn awaiting unraveling. bliss is the sunrise on a quiet morning alone in my apartment. togetherness is friendship and shared loyalty. fulfillment is the grass beneath bare skin and the night sky guarding my soul, keeping its promise to greet me again.

i will be whole without children. i will be happy. my life will know love, laughter, serenity. what consumes my space will be in my control. who joins the empty pockets are decisions i long for. i hope to meet another who sees the possibilities in our we.

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이 노래는 이 만화의 엔딩송이다.

cover art for Super Sun Wukong vol.10

[99zurins]

hi i absolutely loved everything about your recent wonwoo fic. finals coming up has been endlessly stressful and it feels like everything is so rushed but this made me feel all warm and fuzzy and comforted idk it just scratched my brain in all the right places. and the fruits basket reference!! and the crochet!! sent me straight to delululand. i will be rereading this all the time. one of my absolute favorites ever. will think abt this every night before bed.

thank you for sharing this with the world <3

omg you are so sweet, i’m glad you liked the wonwoo fic! good luck on any remaining finals anon!!! you got this 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

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i want bibble to be in the barbie movie. i want him to fly into her plastic cars windshield like a bug on the highway and have to be scrapped off with the wipers

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summary: wonwoo knows a lot, especially how your thoughts get into your head. when he knows you had a bad week, he wants to shower you with the gentle love you always give him when his thoughts get into his head.

note: god its been ages since i posted but alas!! this was a request for a friend of mine, and it helped me get out of my writing slump. enjoy <3

pair: f!reader x jeon wonwoo

tags: soft bf!wonwoo, SMUT (minors dni), communication during sex, kink exploration, spit, slight choking, dirty talk, slight degradation, multiple positions (sorta), safe sex, oral (both m. and f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, edging, pet names (wonwoo calls reader baby, sweetheart, good girl, princess), soft dom!wonwoo, reader goes into subspace, wonwoo takes care of reader, reader works at a clinic

word count: 6.9k

[ wonu : babe

wonu: how are you feeling? ]

like shit, you want to text him. i’m not ok. so much, too much, is happening all at once your brain doesn’t know what to process first. it’s been like this from monday morning: you were short-staffed because three co-workers got sick, people kept complaining about the wait times, what could you do, you just work here. tuesday to thursday was absolute hell: how does someone mess up inventory TWICE? your co-worker doesn’t know shit. how did she get hired anyway! you don’t want to even think about friday’s disaster. you called in sick today, because fuck the clinic, and made sure you swapped your closing shift at the bookstore with someone else. your head is in chaos, all while managing a terrible migraine.

from the tylenol, the long naps, to the drops of essential oil on your pillow– none of it isn’t even helping.

you haven’t spoken to your boyfriend for a few days, there’s the i love yous, occasional memes or cat pics he sends, but it’s been quiet. he’s been busy too, he got hired by a better design company, meaning better schedules and much well-deserved salary, and has been finishing up his last few shifts on his secondary job at a milk tea shop. but since he’s one of the long time workers at the shop, he’s been busy training newbies to replace him, hence why he’s been awake earlier than you, and comes home so late. you know he’s home when he quietly slips into bed after a shower, snuggling you from behind, holding your small frame. but you miss the cuddles when you play games together, the shared silence with him, looking at dumb cat videos. everything about him, really, you miss. even though you live with him now.

[wonu: are you at your bookstore job tonight?]

you first tell a truth: you called in sick for both of your jobs. then, you lie, saying your friend-slash-coworker is coming over to talk about stuff.

[wonu: don’t lie to me

wonu: babe

wonu: i know you had a bad week]

it was just busy, you respond. you’re busy, baby. you’re probably tired too. we can talk about this later.

[wonu: i’m not ever tired when it comes to you

wonu: i’m gonna leave work right now

wonu: idc]

you feel tears well up. you not replying back is all he needs to know.

wonwoo shows up in twenty minutes, holding a bag of takeout, bubbletea, and a cute stuffed animal. you wondered how on earth did he get here so fast, considering it takes him about thirty-five minutes to get to back home, but you’re too tired to say anything. all he does is give you a hug, plant a soft kiss on your head, and you try really hard not to cry. he does the thing where he scratches softly under your chin, like how he usually would greet a cat, while your head leans into his chest.

“hi baby,” wonwoo finally speaks, giving you a soft smile. it fades when his cold fingertips linger around your cheekbones, and stops below your dark circles. “long week?”

“mm.” you try to pretend everything is okay. he knows you aren’t. he places more gentle kisses between your eyes and on the bridge of your nose.

“was hoping you would tell me, actually.” wonwoo quietly locks the front door, takes off his shoes, and you quickly scramble to find him some house sandals that would fit him. “baby, it’s okay, I don’t need slippers. none of them fit me, remember?”

wonwoo doesn’t wear the house slippers because the five house pairs are all yours. you insist on getting him a pair, he always refuses. you cough out a laugh, and you hear wonwoo giggle.

“right, i forgot, sorry,” you mumble. “what food did you get?”

“i got you your favourite,” pho from the restaurant where you had your first date with him in. it’s his favourite, too, “i got us a matcha cake slice and a strawberry one to share, too.” cakes from the cafe on the third date.

you nod quietly, and you watch him leave the takeout on the table. he pulls out a container (which is most likely the cakes), and grabs the two plastic forks.

“wonwoo, i’m not…” hungry, you trail off, you weren’t in the mood to eat, but wonwoo looks over at you, with such tenderness. his black turtleneck hugs his torso nicely, square glasses makes him look like a nerd, when did he get a haircut? and he looks over at you, attentive and with endearment. sometimes you wonder how you deserved him. “i’m…”

wonwoo finishes putting the takeout on the table, and approaches you with quiet steps. he cocks his head to the side, a motion to tell you come here, love, and you take a few steps closer, fiddling with the sleeves of the navy oversized sweatshirt (which belongs to wonwoo).

“how can i be here for you, baby?” he pulls you closer, rubbing small circles on your scalp with his thumb. you don’t really respond, but all you do is plant your face straight to his chest, wrapping your arms around his frame. you feel a low chuckle erupt from his chest. “baby, i’m not sure how my chest is… supportive enough.”

“well, they’re bigger than mine! it’s comfy!” you whine quietly, and wonwoo laughs at your answer. he embraces you, slightly moving side to side.

“i do want an answer, if you’re able to tell me.”

“um,” you hum, looking up to him, while he still scratches your head. “i kind of just want to cuddle… tell me about your new hires, or show me dumb videos of mingyu and seungkwan being stupid again, i really don’t wanna think about what this shitty week has done to me.”

“okay, we can do that.” he hums, and scoops you up, holding you like a sack of rice.

“why are you holding me like this.”

“i wanna open the door.”

“i…” you suddenly remember the bowl of pho sitting on the table. “wait, wonwoo, the pho–”

“we have a microwave.”

“i can walk to put it away first!”

“i wanna spoil you, princess. you deserve something good. no need to think about anything.”

you feel your brain go sideways.

“… okay.” you mumble, kissing the side of his head, ignoring the heat flushing in your cheeks, and the faded pink tint in wonwoo’s ears.

wonwoo puts you on the bed, and wraps you in a blanket burrito after a little cute protest and some kisses, telling you to wait while he quickly freshens up. you feel like you’re gonna fall off the bed, why did your boyfriend put you by the edge of the bed? idiot. after showering, he changes to a comfortable black muscle tee (gifted by soonyoung) and gray sweatpants. when he returns to the bedroom, he turns on the lampshade before shutting off the main light in the bedroom. he goes back by the bed, and unrolls you out from the blanket burrito, giggling as you find yourself rolling towards the middle of the bed.

“wonwoo, what the fuck,” you find it so silly, you’re trying to contain your laughter but it’s not working. you feel wonwoo climb up on the bed, and wonwoo seems like he’s having fun removing (more like unrolling) you out of the blanket. wonwoo starts pressing a few of your pressure points gently, making you giggle even more. “what are you, FUCK, that tickles, STOP THAT!”

“noooo,” wonwoo sounds like a child, and pushes off the final part of the blanket off your body. you’re laughing loudly on the bed, as wonwoo carefully pulls you up but you feel limp from laughing. he helps you sit up in front of him, and you think he’s finished with his confusing act, but he grabs the blanket, wraps you both in it, proceeds to embrace you close, and accidentally manhandles you, him hitting the bed while you’re on top of him. “oh, this wasn’t what i planned to do.”

“what?” you ask him. “manhandle me?”

“yeah, i got too excited, i’m sorry, baby.”

“well, if it makes you feel better,” you trace shapes on his cheekbones with your finger. “i liked it. had no thought in my head, just vibes.”

“mm,” wonwoo just hums, lightly patting your butt. a hand rests behind his own head, inadvertently flexing, and you mindlessly trace the healed floral ink that wraps around his bicep. “one of the new hires likes fruits basket, it reminded me of you.”

“WHAAAAAT?” you look at him with excitement gleaming in your eyes. you slap his chest lightly. “tell me more, tell me more!”

“well, she has a tattoo of kyo’s bracelet and named her pet hamster after yuki.” wonwoo says, playing with your hair. wonwoo started watching the series for you, although he hasn’t finished yet. “although she likes kuroo?”

“oh! kureno.”

“is he a bad person?” he likes to know what’s he in for at times, so some spoilers are okay.

“he falls in love with a minor.”

“oh.”

“yeah, it’s gross,” you sigh as you feel wonwoo massage your scalp. “oh that’s nice, by the way, did your manager allow you to take the cat apron?”

“i can’t. jihoon sucks.”

“boooo! he sucks.”

“my baby can always embroider me one, right?”

“i crochet, not embroider!”

“same idea!”

“no its not!” you pinch his nose. his nose scrunches up, and he tries to playfully bite your fingers. you pinch him even harder, and you giggle over his over exaggerated expression of pain. “i should really finish making that cat hat for you.”

“take your time, baby,” he kisses the tip of your fingers. “don’t stress on it. oh, speaking of which, jihoon sent me footage of seungkwan and mingyu tripping during close yesterday. i don’t know why you find it amusing to see them struggle.”

“because they’re so funny together,” you laugh, as wonwoo uses a free hand to grab his phone on the nightstand. he opens it and scrolls, looking for the video. you turn your head, listening to his steady heartbeat. the scent of his lavender bodywash is faint. it lingers. “besides, mingyu complains about his antics with seungkwan to me at the clinic sometimes.”

“ah, not surprised.”

wonwoo opens the video, and since it is security footage, it’s muted. the quality is grainy. it’s a bit blurry. as wonwoo lightly taps a tune on the small of your back, you watch with curious eyes. seungkwan is mopping, while mingyu is seen refilling the containers with straws and wooden utensils. it doesn’t look much, but you see seungkwan tell mingyu something, but his footing is awkward, causing him to slip on the wet floor. seungkwan doesn’t fall on the ground, and mingyu is laughing at him, throwing his head back in amusement. mingyu suddenly slips backwards, falling on his side, and a bunch of straws fall on the floor. seungkwan looks like he’s gonna cry so much from laughing too hard. someone else (it looks like vernon) appears from the corner and stares at mingyu, whose still on the floor. he leaves. you and wonwoo snort loudly, you shutting your eyes hard because it’s too funny. he locks his phone and puts it back on the nightstand, stroking your head while you continue to laugh.

“god, they’re so stupid,” you shake your head. “how does jihoon deal with them?”

“he tries not to.” wonwoo halfly jokes, scrunching up his nose. you snicker. “at least they get the job done, and jihoon will be less stressed.”

“hopefully the new hires don’t fuck up.”

“i made sure they won’t.” wonwoo says, looking at you with endearment. you can’t help but move up, and kiss him. he smiles into the kiss, even taking a hold of your face as you pepper him with soft kisses. “you’re being more adorable today.”

“well, i feel like i miss you a lot more lately,” you lightly push his glasses up. “even though i see you everyday, i don’t know, it’s different this time.”

“how so?”

you still don’t want to think about the disaster the week has been. but you want your heart to be open. steady.

“sometimes, i forget i’m not alone,” you tell him. his attentive gaze never leaves your face. “and that i don’t have to… i don’t have to burden everything all at once. and i’m sorry if i feel like i’m not relying on you.”

“baby,” wonwoo cups your face and squishes your cheeks. you inadvertently let out a laugh. “don’t be sorry. please don’t ever be.”

“i know, but i…”

“you’re very important to me.” he strokes your cheekbone. “i am always here. i’m sorry if i appeared… distant lately. you don’t deserve that.”

“it’s okay, woo. i’m just overthinking.”

“it’s not…” he whispers, face softening. “you had a bad week, and me being busy isn’t an excuse to make sure my baby is okay. like i said, you’re very important to me, and the love you give me makes me so happy. i love you so much.”

“i love you so much too, wonwoo… how did i deserve you?” you feel your heart swell, and the urge to cry comes. “sometimes i wonder about that.”

“you deserve everything. and i’ll make sure i can give everything to you.”

“then…” you trail off, going quiet for a moment. wonwoo watches you, and you raise yourself up, adjusting yourself to almost straddle his lap. “can you…”

“hm?”

“can you take care of me?” you whisper, tugging the hem of his shirt. you swallow the embarrassment down, reminding yourself that it’s okay. “please?”

it seems like a desperation from you, but wonwoo knows you best. you know that he’ll always and will take care of you with utmost tenderness and gentle love. but sometimes, just barely, or just too often, you question yourself how (and why) you deserve him. you already thought the shared kiss under the stars a few years ago was something he’d forget easily. but the nerd he is, he’ll plant constellations upon constellations of kisses across your body, (as if you’re the universe herself), and ask you to guess which constellation it is. on your anniversary, he’ll always kiss the libra constellation on you because that’s the one you both saw under that fated starry night. (although, he loves kissing the pisces constellation on your body. a lot).

wonwoo gazes upon you, eyes brimming with gentleness, and he carefully sits up, motioning you to move closer to him. his hands rest on your hips, his right thumb stroking your hip. your arms reach out to him, as they wrap slowly around his neck.

“how would like me to take care of you?” he whispers so low, leaning in close, his lips brushing against yours, his right hand going up to play with your sweatshirt, sending a chill down your spine.

“however you want.”

wonwoo pulls you in for a kiss, holding the back of your neck, while his left hand slips under your shorts, lightly caressing the back of your thigh. his tongue teases the roof of your mouth, causing you to let out a small whine, as his left hand takes a hold of your ass, occasionally squishing it.

“do you want me to continue?” wonwoo breathlessly says in between wet kisses. while he fiddles with the hem of your sweatshirt, you nod in response. “words, baby.”

“yes, please.”

“what do you want?”

you and wonwoo are no stranger to sex, but compared to your friends, you and him are considerably on the more… calmer side of things. and thats okay, it’s normal! everyone is different. tonight, however, feels different. even with his constant reassurance, little kisses of i’m here for you, and delicate whispers, you want wonwoo to…

“if you could help me not overthink, that’ll be great,” you feel yourself flush red, looking down at the end of his shirt, fiddling with it. “if you, uh, know what i mean.”

“oh.” wonwoo sighs when your fingers slip under his shirt and ghost over his chest. he’s figured what you meant. “are you sure?”

“as long as you fuck me, make me feel good,” you mumble, feeling yourself grind against him, kissing him wetly. “i could care less how you do it.”

wonwoo hisses at the pressure, and stares at you, a glint of lust and admiration starting to shine through, all while playing with the band of your shorts. he brings up a hand near your face, and pulls you in for another kiss, tongue toying with yours, and when you whine, he sucks the tip of your tongue.

“remember our safe word, baby?”

“kohyangi,” you breathe out, thinking about the cute cat cafe you both went to last year, while wonwoo kisses red blooms on your neck.

“how far do you want me to…”

“how we usually are, but i wanna see you try,” you stop wonwoo from kissing your neck, and you bring him to your face, letting him kiss you more. “you can be a little rougher tonight.”

“fuck, you’re gonna be the end of me.” he gently flips you over, carefully laying you down on the bed, lips never leaving yours until he briefly parts to remove his glasses. putting them on the nightstand clumsily, he comes back for your lips, and you melt against him. through his relentless teasing and his tender touches against you make your head spin. he kisses a little harder, a little more desperate, hands starting to roam around your frame, arms caging you– an underlying message that he isn’t going anywhere, and that he belongs to you, you are his, and that you are deserving of everything. a curious hand slips under your shirt, feeling your bare chest. his other hand toys with the band of your shorts, mumbling if it’s okay to take them off, and he swiftly removes them when you give him a ‘yes’.

“oh, this is pretty,” wonwoo compliments your underwear. it’s a baby blue thong. he takes off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. “they new?”

“um, uh, yes? they were on sale… good deal, too…” you suddenly feel yourself shrink, turning red. you stare at his toned muscles, and you see a satisfied smirk on wonwoo’s face, eyes turning lustful. he pushes the sweatshirt high enough for your chest to be exposed to the air, never breaking eye contact until he swoops down, and starts planting kisses, tongue teasing your nipple, and occasionally biting at some places. “i bought a bunch since… kinda wanted to try wearing these… for you.”

you see wonwoo’s ears turn pink, and feel yourself crawling into a hole.

“aw, cute, my princess wants to treat me.” your brain screams. wonwoo kisses over the healed ink near your hip.“they look great on you, makes your tattoo here even sexier.”

“are.. are you doing the andromeda constellation?” you breathe out, trying to divert his (horny) attention somewhere else. “or is it something else?”

“mmhmm, correct, that’s my good girl,” wonwoo teases and you feel yourself choke on your own spit. he starts toying with the band of your underwear, and bites a mark on the hip bone. you didn’t even realize he’s already settled in between your legs until you feel him breathe. he tongues over the bite mark, soothing it. damn, ain’t this one nice way to go out. “you’re learning so well.”

“shit,” you shyly say between your teeth.

“keep the sweatshirt on, i wanna fuck you in it.”

“good, that was the intention.” you try to counter wonwoo, and you feel yourself twitch when wonwoo presses his thumb over your clothed clit. “does it make you possessive?”

“baby, you have no idea.” he responds, hooking a finger in the band of your thong.“may i?”

you nod at him, and he slowly peels off your underwear. as you slightly raise your hips so he can easily pull them off, he’s awkward with it, making you remove it instead. wonwoo clicks his tongue in slight annoyance. all you do is just smile at him, slipping them off with ease. you sit up (just a bit) to toss them somewhere on the bed or floor, and you don’t realize wonwoo is incredibly close to your pussy until you adjust your positioning. your breath hitches when he breathes.

“hm?” he starts to tease, kissing around the area and the lower stomach, but doesn’t do anything. “you’re pretty down here.”

“babe, please,” you try to sound exasperated but he plants the softest kiss on your clit and you almost collapse your arms. “just nervous, that’s all, even though we’ve done this a lot…”

“it’s okay, baby, i don’t blame you, i get nervous too,”wonwoo murmurs, and he can’t help it but he finds himself licking his lips. “may i eat you out?”

“yes, please.”

he first lightly swipes his tongue from the entrance to the clit, and he does it again, and again, and again, as you let out a soft noise the more he does it. he kisses your clit, and licks it, tongue flicking it a few times, doing a circular motion, and you sigh out a moan, hand resting on the crown of his head. he briefly pauses to use his thumbs to spread you out a little more, and opens his mouth, letting drool drip down on your pussy, watching it drip down, and he goes back in with his tongue. he increases the pressure, and you whine, almost hitting your head against the headboard. he keeps up the pace, moaning against your folds whenever you do, tongue slipping inside you occasionally. he starts to get even more sloppy, messy– making wet noises the more he eats you out.

“my princess is being so so good, so wet,” he mumbles lowly against your folds, hearing how wet he made you, briefly pulling away to kiss your inner thighs. you whine how his finger is teasing your hole, and his lips come back to suck on your clit again. “so needy, all for me.”

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine breathlessly, feeling wonwoo’s hand grip your thigh a little harder. he looks up, eyes never breaking away from yours, while his tongue slowly licks up from the entrance to your clit. he closes his eyes, relishing in the taste of you. you are sure your thigh is going to bruise, but his head is in between your legs, so it’ll be worth the bruising. “wonwoo, fuck, oh my god,”

“mm, fuck, so sweet,” he mumbles against your pussy. a finger slips inside you, slowly moving back and forth. the bed slightly shakes, and you see that he’s lightly grinding against the sheets, in desperation for some relief. you sigh at the sight, trying to stifle a moan as he puts more pressure with his tongue. “baby, go ahead, be louder.”

“its, fuck, embarrassing! holy shit,” you respond back a little louder, body arching when wonwoo adds another finger and grazes that sweet spot inside. you feel wonwoo pin down your hips with his other hand. “so, fuck, so, so good.”

“good,” wonwoo coos. “how bad do you wanna come?”

“so bad, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” your brain feels dizzy. “please wonwoo, please.”

wonwoo hums, continuing to suck your clit with wet noises and fingering you good. you find yourself mumbling incoherent sentences, and you find yourself feeling a wave of relief and pleasure overtake your body, trying to breathe. you clench around his fingers, hearing wonwoo coax you through your orgasm, leaving little kisses on you of you’re doing so well for me, and my baby, baby, all mine.

“can i spit in your mouth?” wonwoo removes his mouth from you, but his fingers have slowed their movement.

“yes.” you whine at the brief loss.

“open up.” he demands softly, a wet thumb pressing against your bottom lip. you oblige, and he leans in, letting drool drip down from his mouth into yours, his fingers busy with your hole, and uses his tongue to push it in your mouth. you shut your eyes, moaning while wonwoo’s tongue meets with yours.“good girl. was that okay?”

“y-yes,” you say in between wet kisses. another finger slips inside you, making it three, while you both make out, tasting yourself against his tongue. “it was good.”

“do you want me to do it again tonight?” wonwoo slightly rolls on his side, all while fingering you and peppering your neck with more kisses.

“it was really hot but,” you moan, trying to reach the band of his sweatpants. you can see how hard he is, and how much relief he desperately needs. “i don’t know if i wanna do it again. not again tonight, if that’s okay.”

“it’s always okay, baby, thank you,” wonwoo smiles against your neck, and you really wonder how you feel horny and soft all at once. he feels your fingers tease the band of his sweatpants, almost tracing the dent against it.“oh, baby, no need to worry about me.”

“but i want to make you feel good, too,” you say softly, breaths staggering while he fingers you long and slow. “don’t want—fuck— to be the only one.”

“well,” wonwoo gazes at you, eyes half-lidded with a slight fucked out look on his face. “does my girl want to make me feel good? words, baby, i need to hear them.”

“i want to make you feel good, please.”

“how badly?”

“s-so bad,” you whine when wonwoo removes his fingers from you. rolling on top of him, you press your body against his, your fingers holding the band of his sweats. “i want to suck you off.”

“wanna show me how with my fingers?” he brings up his fingers covered in your wetness close to your lips. “how will my baby suck me off?”

“only if you let me jerk you off, too.”

“i’d love that, fuuck,” wonwoo groans when you pull down his sweats and your hand wraps over his hard dick. he’s so fucking hard. your thumb teases the tip, playing with the precum and letting your hand coat itself in it. wonwoo’s fingers slowly go in your mouth, and you swirl your tongue around them. “baby, fuck, you’re such a slut.”

“y-you’re the bigger slut,” you shyly whisper against his fingers. you help wonwoo get out from his sweatpants, leaving him naked, and you start grinding your cunt against his bare thigh. he hisses, feeling how wet you are down there, and his free hand grabs a hold of your hip. “you made me like this.”

“you’re so wet, baby,” wonwoo sighs, pulling you in for a kiss, sighing when you jerk him off slowly. as you slightly pick up the pace, thumbing the slit, wonwoo’s hand reaches from behind to play with your hole. you quickly pull away to let a trail of spit go down his cock for some lubrication, and wonwoo throws his head back, groaning, when you jerk him off faster. “fuck, that’s my girl, go ahead, suck me off.”

“and you’re calling me the slut,” you mumble. you hear wonwoo laugh against your lips, until you feel his hand lightly slap your ass. you sigh at the pain, wonwoo rubbing the reddenning spot. “wow, kinky, are we?”

“you’re cute.”

“you like it.”

“you’re so– oh, fuck,” wonwoo feels his breathing stagger when you slide down, your tongue teasing the tip. you look up, trying hard to maintain eye contact, all while holding his thick cock with your hand (you forget how thick he is, you can barely wrap your hand around it completely) and giving it kittenish licks, before wrapping your lip around the tip. you make a few wet sucking noises, before spitting down on his cock for more lubrication. “fuck, baby, can you take all of me?”

“i haven’t even done anything yet,” you continue to trail your tongue along the veins and stroke him at the girth, and he moans— you feel yourself clench around nothing, wanting to hear more of it. “wanna tell me what should i do?”

“d-do as you please.” he groans out your name, cursing under his breath, and strokes your head as you continue to suck him off. not only does he love it when he ensures you’re vocal about what you want, he loves it when you ask him what he wants. being communicative is something he prioritizes so much (in general, obviously). and during times like these, communication is so so sexy.

you look at him, eyes signaling am i doing good for you?, and wonwoo bites his lip, enthralled by the sight. he really, really, can’t wait to ravish you.

“oh, holy fuck,” his thoughts get slightly interrupted when he feels his cock almost hit the back of your throat. feelings mixed with surprise and arousal that overwhelm him, he bites his lip to avoid a moan slipping out, wrapping his own hand around the base and presses it, edging himself. “oh, fuck, baby, you don’t have to take everything in.”

“b-but,” you remove your mouth from him, a slick pop sound coming out, as a trail of spit and come stick on your mouth. you still use your hands to jerk him off, looking at him with glossed eyes. “i wanna make you feel good.”

“you already are, baby,” wonwoo hitches his breath when you put your mouth back on his cock, a finger trailing your jaw. “but i’m the one who was suppose to fuck you til you can’t think, right? do you still want that, sweetheart?”

“uh-huh,” you mumble. “i-i do.”

“come here, then,” wonwoo encourages you to come up, licking your mouth. he runs a tongue on the roof of your mouth, as you moan while his hand plays with your hole again. “i taste good, don’t i?”

“mmhmm,” you reply against his lips, and wonwoo easily slips two fingers inside you again. he sucks on your bottom lip, fingering you faster, and you find yourself instinctively riding his fingers, moans getting more desperate as his other hand takes a hold of your hip and helps you ride his fingers. “fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m gonna cum again, oh my god, your fingers are so good, woo.”

“that’s it, baby,” wonwoo says, adding in a third finger. you feel his thumb press again your clit. “come for me again, sweetheart.”

you ride out your second orgasm of the night. although it’s not as intense as the first, it feels more of like a softer wave holding you close. wonwoo kisses your neck and collarbones, whispering you praises and love notes as he helps you finish.

“please fuck me already,” you whine into the kiss, and wonwoo starts playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. “wonwoo, please, i want you…”

“patience, baby,” wonwoo whisper in your ear, and you feel his hand go up and down your back. “i’ll take care of you as long as you like me to. can you go on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“can we kiss first?”

“of course, baby.”

you’ll never get sick of kissing wonwoo, ever. you find how you melt into each other’s warmth, comfort, and love— and how he feels like home, the hugs on rainy days, the shared smiles— you adore how his kisses are reminders of i’m always here and love letters, how much he loves you- all of you—

wonwoo shifts when you move onto the position, him moving his hand down your back. he asks if its okay if he can lift up your hips a little higher, and says good girl when you follow his instruction.

“can i…?” wonwoo asks, raising your hips up, so your ass is sticking up in the air. “can i fuck you holding one of your arms behind your back?”

“holy fuck,” you whisper, looking at him, a part of your face squished by the pillow. you and wonwoo aren’t that experimental, but this… is something. “if that will help you fuck me so hard til i can’t think, then okay.”

wonwoo slows his movements, and stares at you.

oh.

oh.

oh, fuck, that’s hot.

“well, if you say so,” he leans over, tilts your head to give you a kiss, before opening the drawer to grab a condom. “you’re gonna kill me.”

“at least fuck me first.” you joke, and wonwoo chuckles at that, pushing up your sweatshirt to expose your back. he kisses down your spine, and you hear the rustle of the condom wrapper. wonwoo adjusts your body, and you almost feel like a cramp coming on, but it’s okay—

“ready, baby?” wonwoo asks lowly. you nod against the pillow. “words, sweetheart. may i have your hand?”

“mm, yeah, i’m ready, are you?” you put your hand around your back, and you feel wonwoo’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“yeah, i’m putting it in,” wonwoo says, and you feel the tip prod against your entrance, and you bite back a moan before he slowly inserts himself in. you squeeze your eyes shut, gasping against the pillow, remembering to take deep breaths. you need a moment to adjust, but the stretch alone feels wonderful. “you okay?”

“y-yes,” you exhale. “fuck, i feel all of you, so, so much.”

“fuck, you’re so tight.” wonwoo groans, slowly bottoming out. “need a moment?”

“yeah.” you let yourself adjust to his cock, as wonwoo rubs your back (his way of helping you relax). a minute passes, and you start to feel good, inadvertently moving your hips back to his. wonwoo moans, and it encourages you to move faster against him. “f-fuck, oh my god, please fuck me, you’re so big—”

wonwoo finds himself moving his hips fast, a hand gripping your hip, the other pinning your wrist behind your back, as you gasp on how loud, wet, and hard he’s going. as hard and fast-paced his thrusts are, it remains concise and controlled. you hear him groan the more he thrusts into you, and you briefly look back at him, seeing him fling his head back in pleasure. god, it feels so good, the sounds of skin slapping grow louder, breathing out of sync, you feel so full, so fucking full, your head is starting to get dizzy—

your senses come back when wonwoo slows his pace, and you whine, tightening around him as a means to get him to move.

“nuh-uh, don’t come just yet,” wonwoo tuts, shallowly thrusting in you. “i’m not done with you.”

“w-what, fuck! oh my god, please go harder,” you tell him, feeling drool come out from your mouth, and wonwoo lets go of your hand, gently placing it above your head.

“so, so, impatient,” wonwoo slaps your ass, watching you fuck yourself on him. he continues to let you fuck yourself on him, his frame swooping down so he can whisper. “so needy for my cock, hm? didn’t know my baby is such a needy, little slut. look at you fucking yourself on me. i haven’t even fucked you stupid yet, and look at you being so needy for me. my baby is such a cute little whore.”

“wonwoo, please move,” you breathe, looking at him with glossy eyes. wonwoo continues to stare at you with lust and endearment, all while shallowly fucking into you. “i want you so much, ahhhh fuck, please, please.”

“hm? what was that?” wonwoo coos, and you whine even more. you feel like crying. wonwoo rubs his hands down your side. “oh, baby, it’s okay, i’ll give you want you want. wanna tell me what you want?”

“y-you, please.”

“just me?”

“want you to fuck me til i can’t think.”

“that’s it?”

“wanna be y-your cute little whore for you.”

and that’s all it takes for wonwoo to remove himself out from you. you wince at the loss of him, as you feel tears in your eyes, but he steadily grabs you, flipping you on your back. he pumps himself, spitting on his fingers and they go down to your pussy, playing with your clit with his thumb and wraps your legs around his waist.

“keep your legs wrapped for me, okay?” he says, using his long fingers to play with you. “can you do that for me?”

“yes,” you nod, and wonwoo peppers soft kisses around your neck and face. “wonwoo?”

“mm, baby?”

“can you spit in my mouth again?”

“oh, fuck, yes,” it catches wonwoo off guard and you find it cute how flustered he got. “i can, yeah.”

“good,” you nudge his back with your leg, telling him to start moving.

“ready?”

“mmhm- ah, fuck!” you nod, but wonwoo slips inside easily, holding onto your hips hard, fucking you at a hard, controlled pace. “oh my god, fuuuck, fuck!”

wonwoo smiles, watching your expressions change accordingly. he takes in all of your noises, expressions, all of you, how you ask to go faster, how you’re trying to fuck back too, how you’re willing to make it good for both of you. wonwoo takes a hold of your hand, putting it above your head. he gets caught off guard when you put your other hand up, and wraps his hand around your wrists, pinning them against the sheets.

“fuck, baby, you’re so tight, your pretty pussy loves taking me in, hm?” wonwoo whispers, and his free hand creeps up on your neck, but doesn’t add pressure on it. “open up.”

you oblige, and you feel him twitch. you tighten in instinct, as he lets spit drip down from his mouth to yours, and sticks his tongue in your mouth to push it in again. you moan at that, eyes going shut, all while wonwoo fucks harder and harder and harder. you feel nothing running in your brain, it feels numbing, feels exhilarating, you just feel yourself get lost into the pleasure and the praise wonwoo kisses on your skin. you numbingly hear him say words and words of i love you, can’t believe you are all mine, fuck you’re too good for me, come for me, your senses get blurred out, like your feeling everything all at once, and you don’t know when but you feel yourself unravel, coming undone as wonwoo finishes too, hips stuttering.

“baby…” wonwoo sighs against your lips, hands cautiously rubbing your sides, while putting his body weight against yours. “come back to me.”

“mmrgh?” you make a weird noise, feeling warm and a little light-headed. you hear wonwoo telling you to take deep breaths, and you use your hands to hold onto his shoulders. kisses and kisses and kisses of you did so well scatter across your skin like a cluster of stars, as wonwoo strokes your head with a comforting touch. “wonwoo?”

“m’ here baby, i’m right here,” he says, carefully slipping out from inside you after he softens. “i’m here, are you here?”

“yeah, sorry,” you finally collect yourself together, staring at the ceiling. wonwoo shifts on the bed, rolling over next to you to discard the condom, and plops next to you, an arm wrapping around your waist. you look over at him, lost in his bright eyes, and fucked out glow. “you did it.”

“wha?”

“you fucked me stupid, i don’t remember thinking at all.” you laugh. wonwoo’s face turns more pink, and he grumbles into your neck, kissing a spot or two.

“was that all okay?” he asks, stroking your head with one hand, playing with your hands with the other. “we did a little experimenting tonight.”

“it was good, yes, thank you,” you tell him, stroking his cheek fondly. “kinda wanna do more of it, you know.”

“oh.”

“oh my god, don’t act like a shy boy when you fucked me with your big dick.”

“i’m…” wonwoo get even more shy, and you laugh, kissing his nose and his cheeks. “just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.”

“is it a lot for you?”

“no, i’m glad you trust me, and that i’m able to trust you.” wonwoo says, rubbing your stomach. “we should clean up.”

“eh, i kinda wanna lay here.” you say, sort of sprawling out on the bed. you stretch your arm a little weird so it ends up across wonwoo’s body. “too tired.”

“baby, you work in healthcare. didn’t they teach you to pee after sex?”

“i work in an eye clinic!”

“well yeah! same idea! it’s still healthcare! i’m getting you to clean up.” wonwoo says, slipping out of bed and grab his sweatpants. he slips it on, and goes over to your side, but you start rolling away, not wanting to get out of bed. “baby, don’t do that.”

“i want to cuddle first,” you say, not bothering to fight back when wonwoo grabs your body to carry you to the bathroom. “i feel like jelly.”

“good, that’s what i intended,” wonwoo kisses your face when you wrap your arms around his neck. “we can cuddle after. what do you want for breakfast?”

“eggs. toast, if we have bread. do we have bread?” wonwoo shrugs . “uh, coffee? oh! and maybe fried rice.”

“you work tomorrow?” he asks. you shake your head. “good, we’ll sleep in, eat breakfast, you wanna go play stardew valley together?”

you grin, giving him a kiss.

god, you love him so fucking much.

[99zurins]

The dichotomy of writing.

[99zurins]

— thirst trap ⟢

pairing: seungcheol x reader

summary: when your boyfriend posts a deliberate thirst trap for millions to see, you end up feeling just a little bit sulky.

word count: 2.8k words

tags: established relationship, fluff, smut

warnings: implied hand kink? graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: cheol ghosts us all on ig for almost a month then comes back and drops those fucking selfies like it's no one's business!?!?!?!?! i want to BITE him !! heads up that this isn't proofread :')

smut tags: phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @seoksoop - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose

seungcheol taglist: @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx

Seungcheol updates his Instagram page sparingly—this is a well-known fact.

Though he's, by no means, an inactive user, your boyfriend often leaves his fans and followers wondering when he's going to bother dropping his next selca because of how long the intervals between his posts are. He uploads an average of two pictures per month. Three if he's feeling generous.

So when he finally posts one after almost a month of radio silence on his socials, it's practically a godsent miracle.

You still have his post notifications turned on, despite the fact that he often asks you to choose from an assortment of shots before posting them altogether.

After all, there are instances where Seungcheol has to make quick PR, when he doesn't have the time to ask which boyfriend pics you'll allow him to post for the world to see, and which ones you wanted to keep for yourself.

Times like this, for example.

You don't get to check his latest post right away when your phone dings with the notification—as you were wrapping up some leftover work you decided to continue at home. Although, you were half-expecting another brand collaboration of some sort. He's been getting lots of those lately.

But when you finally find the time to pull up on his Instagram page, you're greeted by an adorable mirror selca on the first slide, and it has you pouting at him.

Well, adorable isn't the right word for it, really.

Seungcheol's head is tilted upward while he stares down at the screen of his phone—looking smug as hell especially with the way his dark hair fall over his eyes. But he's finally using the cherry patterned phone case you got for him last Christmas, as well as the Shin-chan popsocket that Jeonghan gave him as a souvenir from his trip to Japan. Coupled with his natural curls, you're able to overlook that tantalizing look on his face in favor of gushing about those other details instead.

You double-tap the picture before checking out the other photos. There are three slides in total, and you can already picture Seungcheol showing off his dimples or making a kissy face to balance out his borderline sultry expression in the first slide. He knows damn well that he's daddy-coded and tends to even that out with some aegyo here and there.

The second photo gives you a better view of his whereabouts—one of the boxing gyms just a few blocks away from their company's office building.

Seungcheol has taken you there once before to give you a feel of the basic training regimen, but after a few sessions, you concluded that you're just going to have to stick to your regular workouts after all.

You snicker when you realize he's wearing that silly designer Pop-Eye cardigan—showing off his dimples as expected. You've been together for so long, that you practically have Seungcheol's go-to poses engraved in your mind.

When you finally swipe to the last slide, however, the smile on your face vanishes in an instant.

The cardigan is off, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend donned with a fitted gray shirt. It's not your first time seeing it, and it's not his first time wearing it, but you're pretty damn sure his followers have yet to see this particular form-fitting shirt while he's at the gym.

You puff out your cheeks in some form of indignance. It's only been three hours since Seungcheol posted the pictures, but he's already racked up 900,000 likes in that timespan. You're not sure if you feel happy about it or not.

Heat prickles the back of your neck as you scroll down to see the caption he attached to the post.

Mind over body🖤

"Mind over body my ass," you scoff before taking a nosedive into his comment section. If Seungcheol's showing something off here, it's definitely not his mind.

Reading through all the thirsty things his followers are saying about him used to be a past time of yours, where Seungcheol would turn red from embarrassment as you recited each one aloud with a scandalous tone. If you play your cards right he's perfectly easy to fluster.

But now, as you scroll through the fifth comment asking him for a headlock, you feel a nasty feeling coiling in your chest—one that you immediately realize is possessiveness.

You knew that dating an idol means that you're virtually sharing him with his fans until he decides to quit. Even if Seungcheol has never made you feel like he's anything but yours, the fact still stands that he's being perceived by thousands of people all over the world.

He knows that. He knows that damn well, so of course he'll treat everyone and their mothers to a goddamn thirst trap on what was supposed to be a quiet Friday night.

You scroll back up to the collection of photos Seungcheol decided to grace the world with—biting your lip when you realize just how well his biceps fill out the sleeves of that stupid shirt. If only he hadn't taken off that stupid Pop-Eye cardigan, you wouldn't be having such a dilemma right now.

It doesn't help that you're starting to notice how nice his hands look in every picture. Fuck.

Despite being on break from group activities, Seungcheol has had a couple of solo ventures keeping him occupied over the past few days. It's been about a week since you last saw him in person, and a month since the two of you fooled around in bed.

Surely, the jury won't condemn you for becoming all hot and bothered because of how tempting Seungcheol's thick fingers are in those photos, right?

Just when you're about to put your phone down and schedule a relaxing evening with one of your vibrators, a text notification hovers at the top of your screen.

Cheol: hey, baby, how was work? is it ok to call now?

God fucking dammit.

Me: just finished. yeah, you can call :)

It doesn't even take Seungcheol a full minute before your phone starts vibrating in your hand. You sigh, answering without another thought.

"Hi," Seungcheol says.

"Hi," you tell him back. "Aren't you tired? You went to Music Bank today, right?"

Your boyfriend sighs, and you hear some rustling on the other end of the line. He must be in bed by now.

"A little, but it's not like we were the ones performing at the music show today," he chuckles. "If anyone's tired, it's definitely Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung. They haven't had a proper rest day since the album was released."

You sigh. "And you're having a group comeback in a couple of months, too. Poor guys."

"Yeah. That's why I asked Wonwoo and Mingyu to come with me to check on them. Idiots don't usually have a proper gauge of their own personal limits."

"That's rich, coming from an idiot leader who doesn't know how to take his own breaks either," you interject, rolling your eyes even though he can't see it. "Speaking of breaks, what made you hit the gym today? You usually don't go that late."

Seungcheol is quiet for a moment—probably trying to figure out how you found out about his plans for tonight, before realizing that he just dropped the world's most unsubtle thirst trap in the history of thirst traps.

"Oh, you know. Just to clear my head and stuff," he says, before quietly adding, "That, and Mingyu told me the fans were starting to miss me on Instagram."

You can't help the huff that escapes you. So Kim Mingyu is the mastermind behind this after all.

"What?" Seungcheol laughs airily. "Don't tell me the photos I picked were ugly."

"It's the exact opposite actually," you say before clearing out your desk so you can settle yourself on your own bed. "You did too well and now I'm going to have to fight the thirty-thousand people in the comments asking if you can suffocate them with your arms to establish dominance."

Another laugh—this time, a low rumble in his chest. "Oh? Did you like the pics I took that much, princess?"

Now that you're under the covers, you feel more comfortable—more inclined to be honest about the inappropriate reactions you had to those stupid fucking mirror selfies.

"Mhmm," you whisper. "Your fingers looked really nice in them, Cheol..."

The sound of him groaning at the other end of the line shoots straight through your core, making you clench your thighs together. These damn work schedules. If the two of you weren't so busy, he might already have those thick digits buried inside you by now.

"Yeah?" He questions huskily. "You've been thinking about my fingers, baby? Where do you want them?"

You take your lower lip between your teeth, inching your legs apart as your free hand starts to glide between your thighs. The gusset of your underwear is starting to get soaked by the minute, but you feel no semblance of shame for it.

"Inside my pussy," you gasp a little when you press down your clit through the fabric of your panties. "Love it when you finger me while we make out, Cheol. Always so hot..."

"Fuck," he sighs, and you hear more rustling in the background. "Put me on speaker phone, princess. I can't go to you right now, but I can still help get you off. That sound good to you?"

You whimper before removing your panties altogether spreading your slick along your glistening seam. "Yes, please."

As the two of you get comfortable, you hang onto the sound of Seungcheol's voice like a lifeline. There's just something so unbearably arousing when he's talking to you with his sex voice. Though it doesn't sound that different from when he's performing Hip-hop Unit songs, you know the desire laced in his words is reserved for you, and you alone.

Those people in his comments can only dream of getting what Seungcheol spoils you with on the regular.

"You all good, baby? Can you hear me well?"

You swallow thickly. "Uh-huh."

"Good. Now, I want you to tease yourself just a little. Make yourself wet enough first," your boyfriend commands, and you can practically picture him licking his lips.

In return, you let out a soft whine. "You already made me wet because of those pictures..."

"I did, didn't I?" He laughs, that evil, evil man. "But you're not wet enough, princess. I want to hear your cunt squelching around those tiny fingers through the phone when you fuck yourself. You can do that for me, right?"

You let out a shuddering breath when you gather some more of the slick trickling out of your hole—using that to rub your clit in tight circles. If you listen hard enough, you can hear a rather...suggestive noise on Seungcheol's end. Thinking about him pumping his thick cock in his fist sends another rush of arousal through you.

"'M playing with myself, Cheolie," you whimper. "Are you, too?"

He lets out a sigh so sexy, it makes you yearn for his presence even more. "You bet I am. Hearing you admit that you got all worked up because of those pictures made me so fucking hard, princess. Been so long since I last had these fingers shoved up your needy cunt."

"C-Can I put them in now?" You practically beg. "P-Please, Cheol. I need—"

"Go ahead, baby. Slide in two fingers for me. I know you can take 'em."

The soft moan that tumbles out of your lips is pornographic even in its subtlety—burying two digits to the hilt as you continue rubbing your clit with your other hand.

It isn't enough. Your own fingers can only reach half of what Seungcheol can, but you're going to have to make do.

"Shit. That's what I'm talking about," Seungcheol groans when he picks up on that telltale squelch he's been yearning to hear again. "Your pussy's always such a mess, isn't it? Doesn't matter if you don't have a cock to split you in half right now. You'll get wet from just about anything."

"That's not—ah! That's not true," you mewl as you curl your fingers inside in an attempt of finding your g-spot. When the pads manage to graze a sensitive patch of flesh that has you writhing on the mattress, you know the effort isn't entirely fruitless. "I only get wet for you, Cheolie."

"And I only pop a boner when my needy princess starts to get worked up without me," he growls. "You like the pace you've set right now, baby? Now, imagine it's my cock hitting you over and over—making a mess of that perfect cunt while you squeeze me like a vice."

Your rhythm falters at the image he plants in your mind. Fuck. It's just now occurring to you how much you missed being spread open on his cock.

"Seungcheol," you whimper, hips starting to gyrate on the mattress. "I miss you so much, fuck."

He hisses through his teeth. "I miss you, too, princess. Can't wait to see you again."

"Can I use one of my toys?" You ask, half-hoping he'll relent even though you know his answer's still going to be:

"No," Seungcheol replies firmly. "You're gonna get off to your own fingers and the sound of my voice like a good girl. You understand? Now get on your knees and lie on your chest."

His instructions confuse you a little, but you still do as you're told, pruning fingers never straying too far from your slick heat as Seungcheol mutters the dirtiest things on the other line.

"You always come so hard when I fuck you from behind," he growls. "Try fingering yourself again, princess. You'll understand why."

You press your cheek against the cold sheets, easing three fingers into your sopping entrance before establishing a pace you're comfortable with. The moment you finally settle into the new position, you curl those digits again before your back practically arches into the mattress—ripping out a pretty little moan from your lips.

"You can reach a lot deeper now, can you?" Seungcheol laughs but you're still floored by the pleasurable sensation and the fact that he knows your body so well, he can tell you how to make yourself fall apart even if he isn't with you. "Keep doing just that, princess. You'll be coming on the sheets in no time."

"Fuck, Cheol," you breathe, thighs quivering as you continue to thrust your soaked fingers in and out of your pussy. "Wish you were here with me... Want you to blow my back out so fucking bad, shit—"

"I will, baby. I will," he promises, just as breathless as you are. "It's sad that I'll end up coming on my stomach instead of inside you, but it's the yearning that makes it all worth the wait, right?"

Fuck. He's so...

"I'm so close, baby," Seungcheol continues. "Play with your clit and come with me."

You don't need to think it through—tireless moans spilling from your lips as you obey your boyfriend's instructions. The lovely angle that Seungcheol just introduced to you coupled with how hypersensitive your puffy clit has become is sending your brain into a frenzy that you didn't think you were going to experience tonight.

"Your cunt sounds so goddamn tasty, princess. You're close, aren't you?" Seungcheol babbles, and the deep sound of his voice only serves to turn you on further. "That's it. That's my good girl. You'll take everything in that greedy pussy. Be it your fingers or mine, those little toys or my cock—you take them all so fucking well. Don't even get me started about whenever I dump my load inside your needy hole."

How are you supposed to last long when your boyfriend has gotten the art of dirty talk down to a T? You didn't even think it's possible for you to get off without any of your toys, but the sound of Seungcheol's voice whispering all that filth into your ear has the electric impulses of an orgasm skidding across every synapse in your fucked out brain.

Your boyfriend lets out a long-winded groan on his end, and you can picture those white hot streams of cum dribbling from his tip and onto his toned stomach. And you're not even there to see it.

"That's it, let go for me, princess," Seungcheol whispers hoarsely as you slowly sink down from your high. "I promise I'll stuff you full next time we see each other."

"Promise me you won't post any more thirst traps, and we'll call it quits," you interject, still feeling a bit blissed out, but coherent enough to carry on your initial sulking.

"Hm? Why's that?"

"Because news flash: I actually don't like sharing my hot as fuck boyfriend to his own fans," you growl. "If you're gonna take pictures like that, send them to me and nobody else!"

Seungcheol barks out an incredulous laugh. "Aww, my possessive princess doesn't want me to post gym pics anymore? I don't wanna let down the fans, baby."

"Oh? Which one do you want more, your fans' attention or this pussy?" you proposition him.

Your boyfriend groans. "Baby, if you rile me up again, I might end up sneaking one of our cars out just so I can pay you a visit."

"What's stopping you then?"

Seungcheol sighs like he doesn't know what to do with you.

"Alright. I'll be there in twenty."

⟢ end notes: i...don't know what came over me tbh i saw those pics of cheol and thought, i NEED to write something and voila! honestly thought i was a jeonghan n shua stan but i've been feeling so rabid for cheol these days that i might just be a 95z stan after all 🥹 i hope you guys like this horny brain child i finished writing at exactly 2:43 in the morning of dino's birthday LMFAO i definitely did NOT plan to write this, so let's thank ig user sound_of_coups for sponsoring today's content 🤭

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“i know”

summary: lee chan knows he’s hot, but is too occupied with his craft. he knows you can’t stop staring at him too.

pairing: lee chan x f!reader

writer’s blurb: mullet chan x that silver chain x its2 chan working out!? makes me d word idk , also not proofread o well

contains: mirror stuff, rivals (in dance and in bed), they’re in a relationship they just like being dipshits to each other, bantering in bed, smut, use of toys (f. receiving; a bullet vibrator, a dildo), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, teasing, these hoes are nasty, intercourse (they have protected sex, please wrap it as always)

“f-fuck, chan.” you breathed out, tuning out the serenades of aaliyah in the background, as chan circles the little purple bullet vibrator around your sensitive clit and pumping in two fingers into you, leaving little marks on your neck and shoulder. “don’t stop, please.”

it was a long day of practice, as expected. the competition coach booked the room for the whole day, meaning everyone (yes, everyone) had to stay for the whole six hours. the beginning of competition season is coming up, the coach is on edge, meaning his antsy, nagging mood rubbed on everyone during practice. you barely spoke with chan all day (which isn’t a big deal, you both worked effortlessly on your craft and passion), although you can tell he was on edge too. after practice and a long hot shower, you both went home, hands barely to themselves—

“you’re so cute,” chan places a kiss on your ear, and continues to speed up his pace with his fingers. “you look so cute, look at mirror, babe.”

“n-no, i’m good,” you moan out when you make eye contact with chan briefly at the mirror before squeezing your eyes shut. “i’m getting embarrassed.”

“what is embarrassing?” he coos at you, removing his fingers and you hiss at the loss, but he slowly pushes in the little vibrator inside you, toying you at a slow pace. you whine a moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder, and chan spreads your legs out even more, rubbing the back of your thigh. you feel your wetness that was on his fingers spread all over, and you take deep breaths. “you’re enjoying how much i toy with you, right? it’s not embarrassing, baby. i know you were staring at me all day.”

“y-yes, but, hnngh—–“ you feel his fingers slip in your mouth, and your tongue instinctively swirls around them. chan groans at the action, making you lick his fingers even more. “why do you talk so much?”

“uh uh. no buts.” chan increases the vibration speed of the little vibrator, continuing to pump it in you fast. “i know i look good, but i’ve never seen you so desperate to jump me that quickly.”

“shut up!”

two things.

firstly, he’s wrong.

before you even started dating chan, he was your rival. always trying to compete with him, getting the coach’s approval first, or even get the choreography down faster. this still goes on between the two of you (in a partially joking manner), but today the coach called you out for not focusing, and all chan did was bluff at you, giving you an eyebrow raise and a breathy smirk. that’s why you wanted to jump him.

secondly, he’s not wrong.

it took all of your willpower and mental strength to not jump him during the middle of practice, because not only he dances so well, he fucking knows he dances well. and that he looks fucking hot doing it. you got distracted by the way chan moves his body, and it doesn’t help how the mullet suits him, the silver chain dangling around his neck, and the oh so thin white tank top clings onto his chest— he took it off because it got too hot inside and during a quick water break you can’t help it but ogle him, watching how droplets of water coming from his water bottle drip down his chest. your friend had to smack your head to get your attention, and told you to stop looking like you’re gonna suck his dick off.

“it’s not my fault my boyfriend is fucking irresistible, is it?” you whine softly when he removes the little vibrator from you, turning it off. chan licks the pad of his thumb, and does a light swiping motion on your clit to keep you distracted. he pats around the bed, looking for the other toy, and you quietly mumble it’s by the edge of the bed. he quickly grabs it, and you sigh in satisfaction when he puts in the pink dildo in you slowly. “i can look as m-much as i want.”

“mm, cute,” chan laughs in your ear. “you see me everyday, though?”

“fuck off,” you groan, and in rebuttal you awkwardly rut against him, feeling how hard he is on your back. “when will you fuck me already?”

“jesus, how horny are you today, sweetheart?” chan couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so amused by your eagerness. “you riding my thigh when we got home wasn’t enough?”

“no…”

“me eating you out with you bent over the coffee table wasn’t enough either? you sucking me off wasn’t enough?”

“of, of course, it wasn’t enough,” you whimper, the wet sounds growing louder as he thrusts the dildo in just a bit faster. “i want all of you so bad.”

“but you know i’m all yours?” he says low in your ear, and you moan in instinct. he slows the speed of his hand, shallowly thrusting the dildo in you, as his other hand plays with your clit. “you’re so possessive of me, honestly i’m so glad you have me, i love it when you get so needy for me, and you know how much you love it when i get needy for you, baby, no one can ever ever compare.”

“chan, please,” you try to sound demanding, it comes out as soft. “i’m so close.”

“you’re so sweet.” chan whispers, planting a kiss on your shoulder. you mumble something incoherent, and you finally find the courage to look at the mirror. the way chan uses the toy on you, how it spreads around you, how chan breathlessly smirks seeing your expression. you can see the appeal of why chan likes using the mirror during sex. you decide to boost his ego; moaning a little louder, calling him a good boy and a slut, and it works, you feel some of his precum sticking on your back, and chan couldn’t help himself but rut on your back. “that’s it, good, good, oh baby, look at how fucking blissed out you look for me. that’s it, come for me.”

you finally come, breathing deeply as chan helps you ride out your orgasm. planting soft kisses around your neck and face, before carefully pulling out the wet dildo and tossing it on the end of the bed. you instinctively close your legs, turning your body around to face him, pulling him in for a kiss. his hands take a hold of your ass, pulling your body towards you so you’re straddling him, and it takes all of his willpower to not come when you start grinding him down.

“you, fuck, you should take care of that,” chan mumbles, moaning when he feels your wet entrance tease his cock. “fuck, fuck, i’m not going to last,”

“i-i know,” you breathily reply back, feeling chan’s fingers slip inside you again. “grab the lube, honey.”

his free hand searches the nightstand for the bottle of lube, while you ride on his fingers. he lets out more desperate groans, you can tell he’s trying to imagine you riding him, how you clench around him, how you enjoy messing with him. he pats your leg, signalling you to lay on your back against the fluffy duvet, and you oblige. chan tosses the bottle of lube to you, grabbing a condom and tearing it with his teeth.

“i’m glad you know you’re hot,” you murmur, watching him with hungry eyes as he slowly rolls the condom on, jerking himself off. he grabs the bottle of lube, uncaps it, and pours a generous amount on his dick. he motions the pillow so he can put it under your hips. “it makes me wanna jump you even more.”

“you’re so mean.”

“but you like it when i’m mean,” you gasp when his fingers slip inside you again. he scissors you, enjoying how he toys with you.

“who’s mean now?”

“my, fuck, my point still stands,” you exhale, feeling yourself shake. “it’s called being versatile.”

chan laughs at that, and you try to find more friction, hips jerking when he briefly reaches the sweet spot.

“spread your legs.” chan says, removing his fingers and putting them on your lips. you open your mouth, and his fingers slip inside, and you relish how you taste, teasing his fingers with your tongue. he moans, removes his fingers out of your mouth, licks of his thumb and toys with your clit. you hiss at the sensitivity. “come on, honey.”

“so bossy,” you scoff, spreading your legs. chan just clicks his tongue at you, holding onto your hip with one hand, holding his dick in the other to guide himself in.

“you should behave.”

“then fuck me til i can’t think.”

chan slips inside, the stretch feeling familiar, but you still need a moment to adjust. you glance at the mirror, admiring how toned his back is, and let out a quiet moan, telling him to start moving. the sound you make encourages chan to move his hips. once he bottoms out, he picks up the pace, running a hand through his hair, groaning while fucking you against the mattress.

“i hate it how, fuck! coach needs to let me live, fuck, fuck,” you try to speak but your brain goes mush the more chan slams his hips against yours. “channie, you need to stop being so hot.”

“i know i’m hot,” chan groans when you try to fuck him back. the position is a little weird, but chan appreciates your enthusiasm, so he slows his pace, slipping out from you and gently flips you over so you’re on your side, facing the mirror again. he spoons you, spreading your legs before slipping inside again. “do you know how hot you are?”

“y-yes, fuck, you fuck me so well,” you sigh, eyes closing as your hands grip the duvet, listening to how wet you are the more he pounds into you. “more, please, fuck, fuck.”

“look at the mirror, baby.”

“i kinda don’t want to.” you joke.

“why not?” chan slows his pace again, whispering hotly in your ear. “you should see how well i fuck you, baby. how you stretch so perfect around me, the faces you make when you feel good, do you know i love making you feel good? i hope you know, baby, i’ll never get tired of giving you everything. open your eyes, you’re such a good little slut for me, it makes me wanna ruin you.”

“chan,” you breathe out, opening your eyes, seeing how chan is placing kisses on your shoulder while he continues to fuck you. “enjoy the show as much as you want.”

“i know, i know,” he chuckles, gripping your hips tighter, and he goes even faster. “you’re— fuck— too perfect for me, my little slut.”

“i’m close, mmrgh,” you whisper, letting out a whine. you clench around him, trying to tell him to go faster. “baby, please, come with me.”

“come on, baby, come for me, oh that’s my good girl, that’s it,” chan praises in your ear, going faster and you feel yourself orgasm, letting yourself unfold in the pleasure, breathing deeply. chan moans in your ear, hips stuttering as he reaches his climax, slowly riding it out before he stops, breathing quietly as he wraps an arm around you. you feel him plant kisses on your shoulder, telling you how well you did for him. you feel him soften, and he carefully slips out, quickly getting off the bed to discard the condom, before spooning you, bodies entangled, the love you both share illuminated by the dim lampshade.

“you okay, honey?”

“yeah, just tired. and gross. it was really good.” you mumble, kissing chan’s arm, and chan peppers your face with kisses.

“good, i’m glad,” chan softly says, running a hand through your hair. “shall we take a bath?”

“as long as you carry me there.”

“so spoiled.”

“i know, but you love me.”

“i know.”

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Seventeen Fic Recs: Volume IV

Indigo's Note: Here's round three of my fic recs. As these fics may contain both SFW & NSFW elements, minors dni. Happy reading, and show these amazing authors some love!! Indigo's Note 2: Can y'all tell who my bias(es) are? Sob. I need to diversify my reads. 🥺 also, Tumblr for the love of god, let me tag more than 50 people.

🍒 Fine Dining 101 by @ncteez (18+, smut) 🍒 Track 1: Hotel by @drunk-on-dk (18+, smut) 🍒 Sapiosexual by @smileysuh (18+, smut) 🍒Suffocating by @cheolbooluvr (pg, fluff, angst)

😇 Bite Me by @seungkwansphd (18+, angst, fluff) 😇 Iris Beauty by @wonunuu (18+, social media au, angst, fluff) 😇 Holidate by @onlymingyus (18+, smut, angst, fluff)

🦌 Sit Down by @seungkwansphd (18+, smut) 🦌 Starstruck by @cupidhaos (18+, angst, fluff, social media au) 🦌You Were Beautiful by @viastro (18+, angst, fluff, social media au)

😼 Good Things from Bad Days by @dokcheol (pg 13, fluff, angst)

🐯Smut Prompt by @99zurins (18+, smut)

🐱Midnight Kiss by @minghaoyoudoin (18+, angst, smut, fluff) 🐱Trauma by @crushonwoo (18+, smut, angst) 🐱Retrovailles by @wonunuu (18+, angst, fluff, social media au) 🐱Smut Prompt by @hyucks-rose (18+, smut)

🍚 What You Don't Know by @rubyreduji (pg, fluff, angst) 🍚 02:14 by @kwanisms (fluff) 🍚Yearning by @jihoonotes (pg, fluff, angst) 🍚Gym Rat by @onlyhuis (18+, smut)

⚔️ Buried Secrets by @onlymingyus (18+, fluff, angst) ⚔️ Smut Drabble by @xunolic (18+, smut, fluff) ⚔️ What is Love? by @cupidhaos (pg, fluff, angst) ⚔️ Smut Drabble by @berrryshortcake (18+, smut)

🐶 Fantasies, Daydreams by @wonuhour (18+, smut) 🐶 Fears by @dazedhxze (18+, angst, fluff) 🐶 A Tease by @dianalikecats (18+, smut)

🐸Through the Phone by @moonstarhui (18+, smut)

🍊Birthday Boo by @love-strike (18+, smut, fluff) 🍊Do It by @love-strike (18+, smut, fluff) 🍊Through the Phone by @fernspotsvt (18+, smut)

🐢The Important Part of Cooking by @dokcheol (pg, fluff)

🦕Cocky by @jonghour (18+, smut) 🦕Ten Dates, Unmatched by @xunolic (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🦕Law & (Dis) Order: Cold Call by @freakyfriedrice (18+, smut) 🦕Imperfect Love by @yaehao (18+, fluff, angst)

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— welcome to zu’s writing space! mainly for seventeen, and random fandoms from time to time 🫶🏼

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current mood: [to the tune of don quixote] my ass up, i keep em high

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[99zurins]

mirror

pairing: scoups x f!reader

word count: 820

contains: mirror stuff, orgasm denial, fingering, mentions of intercourse

a/n: wrote this on phone at 9 am.

"uh uh. eyes open, baby"

you moan lightly at seungcheol's words but follow, opening your eyes and trying not to groan at the image of you sitting between your boyfriend's legs on the bed, your legs spread out while he toys with you.

seungcheol and you aren't particularly experimental in the bedroom. it's not that you don't want to be, exactly -- but almost-always-hectic schedules and state of fatigue leave the two of you with very little time for clandestine activities, leading you to not have the chance to try many things in the bedroom.

but once in a while -- like today -- the stars align, and you end up trying something new, having the rare energy to do so. today, it's mirrors -- a long-time fantasy of your boyfriend's.

"see how wet you are?", seungcheol flicks his thumb over your clit, tightening his arm around you when you squirm, "i've barely even started".

he's right. one glance down to the apex of your legs confirms what you can feel, you're almost dripping. you're not surprised, the excitement of trying something new, the long time it's been since the two of you have been together, and the sheer desperation on your face is enough to drive you crazy.

seungcheol starts to rub circles on your clit, his lips pressing kisses on your neck while you try to keep focus on your reflection, taking in how your face twists as you get closer to your orgasm.

unable to continue anymore, you close your eyes and lean your head back against your boyfriend's shoulder, whining in protest when he stops in response.

"i know, i know", he whispers against your skin when you look up, almost teary-eyed from having your orgasm ripped away, "i'll let you come, just be a good girl and keep your eyes on the mirror, okay?"

you nod and adjust your head, giving him a small reassuring smile through the mirror. seungcheol knows you like being denied a couple of times, he wouldn't rip your high away otherwise.

with a kiss behind your ear, he touches you again -- this time a little below. two fingers trace your entrance, his whispers of "i know, i know" only serving to make you moan louder, your eyes fixed on how he pushes in only the tips of his fingers.

"cheol", you gasp when he reaches up to press your clit, "finger".

"ask nicely, baby", you can hear the grin in his voice, your eyes still looking at your cunt.

"cheol", you whimper, finally looking up to meet his eyes in the mirror, "want your fingers inside me, please".

"ofcourse", one finger moves down to circle your entrance, "look at yourself, baby".

he pushes in his finger as soon as you look down, and you barely have the chance to feel it before he pulls it back, before pushing in two. the feeling makes you groan, and the you can almost see your cunt stretching to accommodate him.

"like this, yeah?", he curves his fingers up, the come-hither motion making your eyes roll back, "look at yourself, baby. see how well you take me".

you focus back just in time to see him move his other hand to touch your clit, the combination of his touches and the remnants of your ripped-away orgasm bringing you closer to a new high.

"i'll fuck you just like this", he murmurs, his words mixing in with your moans, "show you how you stretch around my cock. you'd like that, mm?"

your eyes close and you gasp, your orgasm so close you can taste it.

"answer me, baby", he slows down his fingers ever-so-slightly, "or i'll stop".

"yes, i'd like that, fuck me like this", you rush out, positive that you'll sob if he doesn't let you come, "cheol, please --"

"come, baby", he orders, fingers resuming their previous speed, "let it go".

and you do, your legs shaking as you fall apart on his fingers, head tipped back and resting on his shoulder. he presses kisses on your neck while you catch your breath, retreating his fingers from your cunt and licking them clean, his resulting groan making your breath hitch.

feeling slightly shy at the visual that greets you when you open your eyes, you close your legs, smiling at the slightly discontent hum your boyfriend lets out.

"you good?", warm hands rub your sides, "too much?"

"no, it was great", you grin, turning your head back to kiss him softly.

"i'm glad", he whispers against your lips, before pulling back and adding, "what do you want to do now?"

"well, i don't know about you", you tease, "but my boyfriend promised to fuck me in front of a mirror, so --"

seungcheol kisses you then, his fingers tracing down to your thighs and tickling you slightly, your giggles turning into moans when he parts your legs to touch you again.

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“all for you”

pairing: afab!reader x choi seungcheol

cw: non-idol au, smut mdni, absolute fifth i need to be grass, cum play, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy), slight degradation, praise kink, pet names (reader is called angel, cheol is called a good boy) switches reader and cheol?, overstimulation i think

“fuck, fuck, you’re so tight,” seungcheol groans, while he pounds into you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands gripping your hips tightly. you’re breathless, feeling your juices and his cum slide in and out, you don’t even know how many times you came today. “fuck, you’re too good for me, angel,”

how many hours has it been since you and your boyfriend have been fucking? probably too long, but you haven’t each other in months, rounds of messy and hot sex is quite the reward. when he first got home, the clothes were all over the living room floor, him bending you over the couch and fingering you relentlessly until you came twice. you sucked him off on the kitchen island, while he grabs your hair, whispering to you how you are such a good little slut for him.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck, you’re such a good boy, fuck, i love how you fill me up like this,” you whimper, loving how his cock slides in and out and in and out so wetly, and you bite your lip while your boyfriend throws his head back, enjoying the pleasure he feels around you he starts to go even faster, spreading your legs and gently doing a swiping motion with his thumb on your clit. “cum on my pussy, please.”

“show me your pussy, baby,” seungcheol says, pulling out and jerking himself off, and he groans, white beads of cum covering your pussy, and you moan on how hot it feels. he gathers some of it with his tip, and slides it in again, shallowing thrusting into you before pulling out. he takes a hold of his cock, lightly tapping it on your clit, and its so wet, so fucking wet, and he slides against your folds slowly, his cum and your juices spreading all over your pussy. “thats it, do you feel good with my cum on you? i bet you do.”

“all for you,” you mumble, and you let out a small gasp when seungcheol flips you on your stomach, rubbing your sides, encouraging to get on your knees. “aren’t you being a whore today, hm?”

“all for you,” seungcheol kisses your shoulder, before thrusting in you again.