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Ateez's Favorite Sex Positions ❦

Genre: smut MDNI

Pairings: Ot8 (individually) x fem!reader

Warnings: just multiple sex positions, some dirty talk, and very explicit wording

Cosmos note: i was bored and tired so don't mind this lazy/shitty layout...skz one coming soon and I promise I'm working on requests im just a bit slow <3

my library!

Seonghwa — Cowgirl (because he gets to be your throne AND your toy)

Seonghwa loves cowgirl because it’s you on display, and he gets to lay there with that cocky little smile while you ride him like he’s your favorite toy. But don’t be fooled — his hands are on your hips and he’s in control the whole time, just letting you think you’ve got the power. “Look at you,” he’ll whisper, staring up at you like you're art, “Using my cock like that… you gonna make yourself cum, baby?” And if you get all bratty and go slow? He’ll thrust up into you so hard you lose rhythm, grinning as you cry out and fall forward into his chest.

You bouncing on him, hair stuck to your face, tits out, nails clawing at his shoulders? He’s obsessed. He’ll bite your nipple mid-moan, slap your ass, then fuck up into you so good you start shaking. “Thought you were in control, didn’t you?” he’ll pant, pulling you down to kiss you like he’s starving. Best part? He doesn’t stop till you collapse, babbling and leaking down his thighs.

Hongjoong — Missionary (but filthy, slow, and possessive as hell)

People think Hongjoong’s favorite is missionary ‘cause it’s romantic. And sure, it starts soft — a slow grind, one hand cupping your cheek, kissing you like you’re porcelain. But that ends fast. The second he’s in, he’s destroying you in slow motion, hips rolling like he's writing music with your body. He’ll start talking all low in your ear like, “You take me so good. Look at you, baby. So fucking pretty underneath me.” And he loves when your legs wrap around him, trapping him in while he goes deeper, just to make you moan louder.

The filth comes out the second you say his name too breathlessly. Suddenly his hand's on your throat, his rhythm turns punishing, and he's saying "You want it deeper? Louder? Beg then. Go ahead. Let everyone hear who's fucking you like this." And when you do? He’ll smirk, spit in your mouth, and kiss you right after like he’s blessing you. That man’s short but he fucks like he’s 6'5 with a vendetta.

Yunho — Doggy (because he’s deep, dominant, and lowkey feral)

Yunho is the sweetest sunshine man… until you’re on all fours in front of him, ass in the air, begging. Then he’s a menace. He grips your hips like handles, pulls you back on his cock so hard the sound alone would get you banned from public housing. “That’s it, baby,” he pants, breath shaky, “You’re so fucking wet… dripping for me already?” He loves spreading your cheeks to watch himself slide in, and he’ll slap your ass just to hear you whimper.

He gets vocal too — panting your name, saying “So fucking tight… you’re milking my cock, shit,” and going deeper every time you cry out. And when you try to crawl away? Oh, sweetheart. He drags you back by the waist, one hand tangled in your hair, moaning “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not done until I say you are.” Deep strokes. Heavy thrusts. Wet skin. Pillow ruined. You ruined. That’s Yunho’s love language.

Yeosang — Spooning (but slow, dirty, and completely messed up)

Yeosang spooning you is sweet at first — all warmth, kisses to your shoulder, and that soft voice asking, “Can I?” But once he’s in, it's filthy whisper central. His hips move so slow it’s mean, just to feel your walls flutter around him while he rubs your clit in tiny teasing circles. And don’t even try to hide your moans — he’ll laugh, nuzzle your neck, and say “You’re so loud for me. Think the neighbors know who fucks you like this?”

He loves that you can’t escape. Legs tangled, arms wrapped around your waist, his cock buried so deep you swear he’s in your stomach. And when you start shaking? He holds you tighter, whispering filth right in your ear while you fall apart. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Just like that. You’re mine, yeah?” Spooning with Yeosang = slow, possessive overstimulation + full body worship.

San — Standing (because sex is a sport now)

Sex with San when you're standing? It’s pure chaos. One second you’re doing dishes, next second your panties are yanked down and he’s got you pressed to the counter, whispering “Couldn’t wait. Been thinking about this all day.” He loves the strength it takes to keep you steady — gripping your thighs, lifting you just enough, slamming into you like he’s trying to rearrange your guts. You’re trying not to scream, and he’s grinning like the devil.

And the mirror? His favorite tool. He’ll bend you slightly, fuck you while watching your face change in the reflection, and moan, “Look at you… watching me fuck this pretty little body. Don’t close your eyes — I wanna see everything.” Bonus points if your shirt’s still on. He’ll shove it up just to see your tits bounce with each thrust, biting your shoulder as he finishes with a broken, desperate groan.

Mingi — Reverse Cowgirl (because he’s the biggest freak and wants the full show)

Mingi’s a certified ass man. Reverse cowgirl has him in hell (the good kind). You on top, back arched, ass bouncing as you grind down onto his massive cock? He’s gripping the sheets and moaning so loud it’s embarrassing. He lives for that sound of skin-on-skin while he watches himself disappear inside you. “Holy shit, baby… ride it just like that. Fuck, you're perfect.”

And when you start losing your rhythm? He’ll take over, slamming up into you so hard you collapse forward, gasping. “You wanted to ride? Then ride me ‘til you can’t walk.” He’ll spank you mid-thrust, fingers digging into your hips like he’s marking you. When he cums? He’s groaning your name like a prayer, cock twitching while he fills you up, panting “Gonna cum so deep it leaks out for hours…”

Wooyoung — Lotus (because he’s obsessed with body contact and praise)

Lotus is Wooyoung’s heaven. Your legs wrapped around him, arms clinging to his shoulders, while he fucks you slow and deep? Yeah, he’s a mess. “You’re so warm, baby. You feel that? That’s all mine.” He’s rubbing circles into your back, kissing your jaw, and talking nonstop. “Taking me so well. You’re such a good girl for me.” His pace stays steady — hard enough to make your breath stutter, but close enough that you can’t escape his kisses.

And when he gets emotional? He’s moaning “I love you” between each thrust, holding your face and whispering, “I’ll never get tired of this.” But don’t get it twisted — the moment you cum, he’s burying himself to the hilt, groaning “Give it to me, baby. Cum all over this cock.” Then he keeps going through your aftershocks, praising you until you’re crying and shaking in his arms. Like I said — clingy, emotional, and fucking lethal.

Jongho — Full Nelson (because power + control + stretch = his dream)

Jongho might be the quiet one, but when he pulls you into a full nelson — legs up, back arched, arms pinned while his cock slams into you at a downward angle so deep you see stars — it’s game over. He loves how exposed and vulnerable you look beneath him, pussy stretched wide, moaning like you’ve never been touched before. And the sound of you gasping for air while he whispers “Just take it. I’ve got you.” Yeah. He’s obsessed.

His strength lets him hold the position easily, so he’s fucking you dumb without breaking a sweat. “This angle drives you crazy, huh? Bet no one’s ever hit it this deep before.” He’ll smirk when your legs tremble, leaning down to kiss your neck while he keeps going, “I’m not stopping until you give me another one. Cry for me, pretty.” Jongho might be composed outside the bedroom — but inside? He’s turning you into a mess and loving every second.

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another-random-fanfic-blog · 6 hours ago

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Late Night Swim

SMUT MDNI +18

[MASTERLIST]

Summary: When a casual night of swimming with your boyfriend Wooyoung turns into more.

→ Starring: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x Girlfriend!reader

→ Genre: Smut, fluff

→ CW: big!dick!Wooyoung, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, pool sex, missionary, doggy, clit-play, creampie, dirty-talk.

Inspired by: Swim by Chase Atlantic

It started out innocent — or at least, it was supposed to.

The air was thick with the warmth of midsummer, cicadas humming in the distance as the backyard pool shimmered under the glow of string lights. You were already wet, hair slicked back, legs floating lazily as you watched Wooyoung emerge from the house in just his swim trunks, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“You’ve been out here without me?” he called, dropping his towel on a nearby chair before slipping into the water. The surface rippled around him, catching the moonlight as he swam toward you, arms cutting through the water with ease.

You smirked, splashing him lightly. “You were taking forever.”

He grabbed your waist in response, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush. His fingers trailed along the bare skin of your back, warm despite the cool water. “Missed me that bad, huh?”

You bit your lip, eyes meeting his. “Something like that.”

Wooyoung leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with yours, and the kiss that followed wasn’t gentle. It was hungry — like he’d been waiting all day to get you alone. The pool didn’t stop him. If anything, it made everything more intense. Water lapped against your bodies as he pressed you back against the pool wall, mouth trailing from your lips to your neck.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, hands sliding down to your hips.

“Someone could see,” you whispered, half-heartedly.

“Let them,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine tonight.”

You shivered — not from the water, but from the way his voice wrapped around you like velvet. There was a shift in the air now, heavier, almost electric. Wooyoung’s hands never stopped moving, slow and deliberate, gliding along the curve of your waist under the water like he was memorizing every inch of you.

“Thought we came out here to swim,” you teased, your voice soft, breathless.

He grinned against your jaw, lips brushing just below your ear before he pulled back to look at you, eyes dark and glinting under the lights. “We did. But you know I’m easily distracted…”

His thumb traced lazy circles against your bare skin just above your bikini bottom, every touch slow, teasing, maddening. “You show up in this,” he said, flicking the string at your hip, “and expect me to behave?”

You smirked, pretending to feign innocence. “Didn’t think you’d lose focus that fast.”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

You felt him tug you closer again, bodies pressed together under the water, the friction making your skin ache with anticipation. His lips hovered just above yours, breath fanning across your mouth, but he didn’t kiss you again — not yet. Instead, he ghosted his lips along your cheek, to your neck, down to your collarbone, taking his time. You arched into him, craving more, and he only chuckled.

“Getting needy already?” he whispered.

Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging lightly, frustrated at how good he was at winding you up. “Maybe.”

That made something flicker in his gaze — something feral. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease as he pinned you against the cool tile of the pool wall, water sloshing gently around you.

“Then let me take care of you.”

And just like that, the heat between you snapped — no more teasing.

His hands slipped beneath your bikini, tugging the fabric aside with practiced ease, fingers dipping between your folds to find you already soaked.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re so ready for me.”

You whimpered as he circled your clit slowly, teasing you even now — short strokes, light pressure, just enough to make you ache for more. You rolled your hips against his hand, chasing more friction.

“Wooyoung, please—”

He silenced you with another kiss, swallowing your moans as he slid a finger inside you, then two, curling them just right. Your head tipped back with a soft cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already,” he murmured against your neck. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Your response was lost in a gasp as he hooked his fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot again and again until your thighs trembled around his waist. And when he finally pulled his hand away to line himself up, he paused, eyes meeting yours.

“Say it,” he said, voice low. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” you breathed. “Need you.”

That was all he needed.

In one deep thrust, he filled you completely, the stretch toe-curling, addictive. Your mouth fell open, head falling back against the tile as he set a slow, punishing rhythm, each movement making waves ripple around you both.

He moved inside you like he had all the time in the world — no rush, no urgency — just the deliberate, controlled thrust of someone who knew the effect he had on your body. His forehead rested against yours as he pushed in deep, slow, again and again, letting the stretch and drag of every inch unravel you.

The water cradled you both, quiet now except for your soft moans and the low grunts that slipped from his throat when your walls clenched around him.

“You feel…” he muttered, breath hitching, “…so fucking good, baby.”

Your nails scraped down his back as you clung to him, hips rolling in time with his. Every thrust was deep and slow, grinding just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your breath catch and your body melt against his.

Your head fell back and he took the chance to explore — his mouth trailing kisses along your throat, biting softly at your pulse point before licking over it. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him, fingers digging in just a little harder now.

“I want you to feel everything,” he whispered. “Every second. Every inch. Don’t rush it.”

And you didn’t.

You let yourself feel it — the thick, perfect stretch of him filling you completely, the way his hips rolled against yours like waves, the steady rise of heat that built so slowly you swore it was driving you insane. You could barely breathe, too focused on the drag of his cock, the tension tightening low in your belly.

His thumb brushed over your clit in soft, wet circles, syncing with the rhythm of his hips, coaxing moans from your mouth as your thighs started to tremble again.

“W-Wooyoung…” you whimpered, voice barely there.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “I feel it too. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

You nodded, forehead pressed against his chest now, panting as he kept moving just like that — slow, deep, relentless. His other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as if this moment mattered more than anything else.

You clenched harder around him as the pleasure climbed higher, higher, until you were right on the edge, hanging by a thread.

“Look at me,” he breathed, and you did — your eyes locking with his, wild and blown-out with desire. “Come for me, baby. Just like this.”

His thumb pressed just a little firmer, the next roll of his hips striking something deep, perfect, and it all snapped.

You came with a cry, shaking in his arms as he fucked you through it — slow still, drawing every wave of pleasure out like he never wanted it to end. Your walls pulsed around him, wet and tight, and he cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as you dragged him closer to the edge with every spasm.

But he didn’t let go — not yet.

He slowed down even more, waiting for your body to stop trembling before kissing you soft and deep, as if savoring your high.

“Ready for more?” he whispered against your lips, breath ragged.

You smiled through the haze, barely able to speak.

“…Always.”

Your answer barely left your lips before something snapped in him.

His grip on your thighs tightened — not painfully, but possessively — and in the next second, he slammed into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—” you gasped, arms flying around his shoulders as he pulled out and thrust back in, harder this time. Deeper.

The tenderness from earlier evaporated into steam. The pool rippled violently with every rough snap of his hips, water sloshing against the tile as he fucked into you with full, deliberate force, like he was making up for every second he held back.

“You like that?” he growled into your ear, voice thick, breath ragged. “Like being fucked dumb in this pool?”

You whimpered, nodding helplessly, eyes fluttering shut as your head tipped back against the edge. He leaned in, biting at your lower lip, swallowing your moans as his thrusts grew even more brutal — fast, deep, punishing.

Your second orgasm was building far too fast. Every drag of him inside you hit that devastating spot, over and over, and his thumb never stopped moving against your clit — harder now, more urgent. You were a mess beneath him, crying out with every stroke, unable to form words, only his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice like gravel, “say who’s fucking you this good.”

“You,” you gasped, legs shaking around his waist. “You, Wooyoung—only you.”

“Damn right.”

He groaned low in his throat, hips rolling deep again as he chased his own high now, chest pressed to yours, skin slick and hot despite the water. Your nails clawed at his back, your body arching to meet every thrust until you couldn’t take it anymore—

“W-Woo—fuck—I’m gonna—!”

“Come for me again,” he growled, slamming into you. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

And you did.

Your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, leaving you shaking, pulsing around him as he hissed through clenched teeth, pace faltering. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, as your walls milked him, dragging him under with you.

With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep — twitching, spilling inside you as he cursed into your neck, hips stuttering with every wave of release.

You held onto him, breathless and wrecked, feeling every last pulse of him inside you.

Silence fell around you both, broken only by the soft lap of water and your uneven breathing. His forehead rested against your shoulder, his chest rising and falling against yours.

After a long moment, he chuckled weakly.

“Best swim of my life.”

Wooyoung stayed inside you for a moment, breathing hard against your shoulder, his arms still locked tightly around your waist. The intensity of what just happened lingered between your bodies — your skin warm from the water, your muscles limp and trembling, your heartbeat still fluttering against his chest.

Neither of you said anything for a second.

You felt him exhale against your collarbone, a shaky, contented sound. Then he pressed the softest kiss there — slow, like he didn’t want to let the moment go just yet.

You let out a small laugh, dazed and breathless. “That was…”

He pulled back enough to look at you, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, eyes heavy but glowing. “Insane?”

You nodded. “Yeah. In the best way.”

His hands slid up your back, warm and comforting, rubbing gentle circles into your spine as he held you. The contrast between the way he had just ruined you moments ago and the way he was now cradling you like something precious made your chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now. Tender.

You smiled, fingers brushing back the hair from his face. “I’m better than okay.”

Wooyoung leaned in, kissing you again — not with hunger this time, but with a sweet kind of reverence. Lips slow, mouths molding perfectly. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your damp skin like he needed to memorize this version of you too — blissed out, glowing, in his arms.

When the kiss broke, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and content. “You know I wasn’t kidding earlier… You in that bikini? It nearly ended me.”

You laughed, burying your face in his neck. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

You did. God, you did.

You both floated in the water for a while longer, his arms around you, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his shoulder. There was no rush to move. Just the sounds of the night around you, the gentle lapping of water, and the steady thrum of your hearts beating in sync.

Eventually, he whispered, “Come on. Let’s go dry off before we both get sick.”

He kissed your temple and slowly helped you out of the pool, one hand in yours the entire time, like he still couldn’t stand to be more than a few inches away.

You made it back inside, wrapped in towels and soft laughter, bodies still damp, legs still shaky. He pulled you into his lap on the couch, not even bothering with the lights — just the dim glow from outside, the scent of chlorine, your head on his chest.

“Round two,” he murmured against your hair, “later.”

You grinned sleepily. “Only if it’s on dry land.”

“Deal.”

And with that, the night slipped into something quieter — still charged with heat, but soft, safe, and deeply yours.

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