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Hey hey hey eheuehsjakka so idk i lub ur writinbsnmanaka so jealous jiminieee ,baby mochi being possessive man🥺

Pairing: jealous!jimin x fem!reader

CW: marking, choking, dom!jimin, manhandling, jealousy, possessive dirty talk, bruising.

he didn’t say a thing the whole ride home. not when you leaned into him. not when you tried to hold his hand. not even when you whispered his name and told him you were sorry — that you didn’t mean for that guy to flirt with you at the bar. you thought he was a friend of a friend. you thought jimin wasn’t mad. but the second the front door shut behind you? his hand was around your throat. “you really let him touch you, baby?” he said, voice calm. soft. dangerous.

his other hand gripped your waist — tight enough to make you gasp — and shoved you against the wall like you were nothing, like this wasn’t your house too. you tried to speak. tried to explain. but he tilted his head, leaned close, whispered: “you smiled at him. you let him touch your back. and you smiled.”

his hand loosened just slightly. just enough for you to breathe. and then his mouth was on your neck — biting, sucking, marking you without a word. you whined. grabbed at his shirt.

“jimin—”

“you’re mine,” he hissed. “mine to look at. mine to touch. mine to fuck.” each word was a kiss down your chest. each kiss was a bruise blooming under his tongue. you nodded. desperately. dumbly. because you couldn’t say anything else — not with his hand gripping your thigh and pulling it up around his waist like he was going to fuck you right there. and he did. fast. deep. unforgiving. his hand on your throat. your legs around his hips. his voice low against your jaw whispering: “he could never touch you like this. say it.”

you moaned. nodded. begged. and when you came? he growled something soft like “that’s right, baby. all mine.” and came inside you like he was claiming you. you were marked everywhere. and he still kissed your forehead like you were made of glass.

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yeonjun finding reader’s vibrator and being like “so this is what you use when i’m gone?”🌧

Pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

CW: vibrator use, jealousy kink (toward inanimate object 😭), yes, teasing.

you knew he saw it the second he went quiet. the second he stopped looking for your charger and slowly pulled something else out of the drawer — holding it between two fingers like it was cursed. “…really?” his voice was soft. teasing. dangerously smug. “you’re using this when i’m not here?”

you sat there. frozen. waiting for him to make a joke. but he didn’t. he just turned it on — that quiet little hum filling the room — and looked at you like he was imagining a hundred different ways to ruin your life. “you think this works better than me?” he said, kneeling at the edge of the bed. you tried to shake your head. say no, obviously not, you were just bored one night—“shut up.” he kissed your knee. then your thigh. then pulled your shorts down like it was a favor. “we’re gonna find out.”

you were already soaked. and that made him worse. he just smirked and pressed the vibrator to your clit without warning — made you jolt and gasp and grab the sheets instantly, because yeah, okay, it’d been a few days and you were weak. but he didn’t care. he just watched. eyes locked on your face while he circled it slowly, mouth parted like he was mesmerized. “look at you,” he muttered. “melting already. for a toy.” you wanted to cry. and scream. and bite him. but mostly? you wanted to come. badly. so you moaned. and moaned. louder. louder — and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled it away. “say it,” he said, voice flat. “say it’s better than me.” you blinked up at him. trembling. dizzy. “w-what?”

“say it feels better than my cock. say it and i’ll let you come.” he leaned in, kissed your cheek gently — like he meant it — and dragged the toy over your clit again, barely letting it graze. “go on, baby. lie to me.” you whimpered. begged. shook your head. and then he gave in. let you have it. and when you finally came — legs shaking, thighs squeezing around his wrist, voice broken from trying not to scream — he kissed you on the mouth and whispered, “that’s what i thought.” and then he fucked you right after. no toy. no teasing. just raw, jealous, possessive yeonjun making a point.

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HI. HI. okay. step-sis!giselle who fingers you against your bedroom door while your parents are in the next room;))))))

Pairing: stepsis!giselle x fem!reader

CW: stepcest, fingering.

you knew she was going to do something the second your parents said they were going to sleep early. the second the door shut in the next room, giselle gave you that look — calm. collected. terrifying. you tried to sneak off to your bedroom like normal, like your heart wasn’t already beating out of your chest, but she followed. silently. casually. and before you could even reach for your doorknob, she pressed you against the wall like it was just another sibling hug. except her hand slid down your stomach. and under your waistband. fast. “don’t make a sound.”

it was barely a whisper against your ear, but your knees buckled. her fingers were already between your legs, two fingers stroking through how wet you were, and she didn’t even tease — just slid one inside like she knew you’d take it. “fuck,” she hissed, a smirk tugging at her lips as you choked back a whimper. “you’re soaked. were you hoping i’d do this?”

you shook your head. you lied. but your body gave you away — clenching around her, legs trembling, hips arching toward her hand like you needed her. she curled her finger and you almost cried. but she just kept going. slow. deep. cruel. her palm pressed over your mouth as she leaned in, voice low and dangerous: “you can’t let them hear you, baby. not one sound. or we stop. okay?”

you nodded. you had to. but then she added another finger and dragged it perfectly and you almost whimpered — almost ruined everything. she didn’t stop though. just grinned against your cheek like she wanted to ruin you, slowly, quietly, completely. “you like this, huh?” her voice was barely audible. “you like being my dirty little secret.”

you were so close. too close. and she knew it. so she kissed your neck and whispered, “be good and come on my fingers, baby. quietly.” and you did. biting her palm. shaking under her hand. while your parents were two walls away.

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I JUST KNUH CHEAWON LOVES YOUR BODY,lowley obsessed offttt😜obsessed chaewon plxxx

Pairing: obsessed!chaewon x fem!reader

CW: body worship, obsession, heavy fixation on ass, tits and etc.

you were literally just changing. like not even doing anything sexy. just standing there in your stupid little sleep shorts and pulling your shirt off like it was no big deal — but apparently to chaewon it was like watching a live erotic performance that ruined her whole personality. because the second your top lifted over your head and your tits bounced a little, she sat up like she got sniped in the chest. just blinked at you. stared. and said: “…sit on my lap.”

you tried to laugh. like ha ha okay funny. but she wasn’t kidding. she patted her thigh and leaned back, eyes dragging over every inch of your body like she was fighting for her life. so obviously you listened. you sat. and her hands were everywhere. on your waist, your thighs, under your shirt, gripping your tits like they offended her personally. she just kept whispering “you don’t even know how hot you are, do you?”

like she was in pain. like touching you was some kind of curse she couldn’t recover from. her hands slid down your back, curved around your ass, squeezed hard like she wanted to leave bruises — and then circled back to your hips again like she physically couldn’t stop tracing your shape. she pressed her face into your neck, groaning quietly like “i don’t know what part of you makes me the craziest. i really don’t.”

and you were trying to be normal but she was touching everything at once — rubbing her palm over your chest like she was memorizing the weight, dragging her thumb over your stomach, squeezing your thighs and whispering stuff like “you have no idea what you do to me. this body is insane. you’re insane.” you were literally just sitting there, going insane like ??? why are you talking like that ??? stop worshipping me like a goddess and then grinding your thigh between mine like this is casual!!! 😭 but then she looked at you — all flushed and breathless and so serious — and said, “let me eat you out like this. just like this. on my lap. please.” and you died. immediately.

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okg wait why can i kinda see second time with megan going SO well that reader's just really confused at how megan got the hang of things so quickly, and then when we ask her abt it, she perks up and is all like "omg did i really??!!" and idk she's just such a hot loser 😔😔😔

Pairing: loser!top!megan x gf!fem!reader

CW: strap-on, praise kink, smut, and yes, just megan being a loser <3

the second time is… suspiciously good. like, way too good. she shows up in a little tank top and smugness in her eyes like she’s about to win olympic gold in strap-dicking you down, and you’re like okay. relax. but then she actually lines it up right??? and gets it in without muttering “wait which way does this go again”???? and she even has the AUDACITY to keep eye contact while she starts thrusting in rhythm like she didn’t spend last time humping your thigh on accident.

and the worst part is — it feels good. like. really good. you’re kind of just blinking up at her, dazed and suspicious, trying not to give her too much power but also... why is she hitting the right spots??? why is she panting against your cheek like a real top?? where did this come from??? and then when you finally gasp out something like “baby—how did you get so good at this all of a sudden?”

her entire face lights up like you just handed her an award. she literally stops moving (which is rude) and goes: “omg wait. REALLY?! i did good???” with the most excited voice ever. and she’s like grabbing your face with both hands even though she’s still inside you, and squealing like “i was literally so nervous!! i thought i’d fuck it up again but i practiced in my head all week!!!” and you're like. girl what.

but she’s too busy being excited over herself, and now she’s bouncing like “okay wait okay i’m gonna do that thing you liked again!! the one where i kinda went deeper? hold on!!” and you’re just lying there clinging to sheets like yeah okay i guess i am in love with a hot dumbass. she’s still bad at dirty talk though. she tried to say “you like that, huh?” and ended up whispering it too soft so it sounded like a shy question. you moaned anyway just to give her the confidence boost. she literally giggled. you’re doomed. but like in the best way.

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sub!reader making dom!kazuha relax after her tough practices by letting her ride their face please 🥺

Pairing: dom!kazuha x sub!fem!reader

CW: face-sitting, oral, dom!kazuha, sub!reader, light overstimulation, praise and control mix, mild teasing, power imbalance

you weren’t expecting her to say anything when she got home. you know how she gets after practice — quiet, intense, almost in a haze from pushing her body too hard. she didn’t even take off her hoodie, just walked in, kissed you once on the mouth, and said,“bed. lay down.”

and obviously you did. because when kazuha’s tired and grumpy and sore, you know better than to ask questions. also, your brain is made of soup whenever she uses that voice. you literally didn’t even blink. just. obedient puppy mode activated. and then she climbed on top of you like it was nothing. pulled her shorts down like you weren’t even real. like you were just there, like furniture, like a pillow for her thighs and tongue. sat on your face with this deep little sigh like she was already feeling better, even before you touched her. like this was a normal Tuesday activity.

she didn’t say much after that. just kept herself propped up on her knees, one hand tangled in your hair, her breath getting shakier and slower every time you moaned against her — because she was the one sitting on you, but you were the one falling apart. you didn’t move. not even a little. not unless she moved you. because she didn’t ask for you to take control, didn’t say go faster, didn’t tell you to hold her hips. she just said “lay down.”

and that was enough. you let her use you however she needed — gentle licks when she slowed down, messy tongue when she rolled her hips just right, and even when you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore you just. stayed there. not because you had to. because you wanted to. because she deserved it. and she must’ve known you were about to pass out from pure overstimulated devotion because she finally looked down at you, all flushed and glassy-eyed, pulled you closer by the hair and said in that low, sweet, exhausted voice: “you said you’d help me relax. don’t tap out now.” and you swear you almost came untouched.

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how would karina react if you used your safe word?

Pairing: Karina x fem!reader

CW: Use of safe word and none <3

it happens so fast. one second she’s got her hand around your throat, whispering filthy things in your ear like they’re sweet nothings, her hips rolling slow and deep like she owns your body — and then—

“red.”

the moment that word falls from your lips, everything stops. karina freezes. her whole expression changes in a blink. not confused. not angry. concerned. deeply, immediately, wholly concerned. “baby,” she says softly, already pulling away. her voice is so gentle now. it’s almost shaky. “hey—okay, okay, it’s okay. i’m stopping.” her hands are on your cheeks right away, thumbs brushing your skin like you might break. and she’s looking at you — really looking — searching your face for any trace of fear or pain or panic. her breath is caught in her throat like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she exhales too fast.

“was it too much? was i too rough?” she sounds like she hates herself for even asking. and when you shake your head and tell her no, you just needed a moment — that it wasn’t bad, you just got overwhelmed — she lets out the quietest sigh of relief, like she’d been holding her breath since the second you said your safeword. karina immediately wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her lap like you're something sacred. "thank you for telling me," she whispers against your temple. “thank you for trusting me.” her voice is all guilt and love and trembling care.

she won’t stop kissing your face — your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. “i’ve got you, i promise. you’re safe.” and she means it. she brings you water. wraps you in the softest blanket. keeps her fingers laced through yours like she’s afraid you’ll float away. she keeps asking little things like, “do you want me to hold you or give you space?” and “can i touch you here?” and “do you need anything else, love?” and even hours later, long after you're both curled up in bed and things have calmed down, she’s still whispering apologies into your hair. not because she thinks she did something wrong, but because she just never wants you to hurt — not on her watch. “i love you more than anything,” she whispers, voice thick. “and if you ever need to stop, for any reason, ever again — you say the word. no questions. no hesitation. i’ll always listen.” and the way she holds you that night? like she’s cradling something too precious for this world.

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GUYS I’M GONNA BE SO FR RIGHT NOW. I’M HALF. WAY. THROUGH. THAT WONYOUNG FIC AND I AM UNWELL. 😭😭😭 WORD COUNT’S AT LIKE 3K NOW AND IT'S JUST SMUT.SMUT AND LITERAL SMIT,I AM NOT EVEN PRETENDING ANYMORE.I WANTED THERE TO BE A PLOT,I REALLY DID💔I SWEAR I OPENED THAT GOOGLE DOC WITH THE INTENTION OF MAKING SOMETHING MEANINGFUL… MAYBE EVEN POETIC??? BUT NO. IT’S JUST MEAN!WONYOUNG TELLING READER TO “SIT STILL” WHILE RUINING THEM AND I’M HERE FROTHING AT THE MOUTH LIKE ??? HELLO???? 💀💔 AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT. LIKE WHAT IF I DROP THIS AND YOU’RE ALL LIKE “girl wtf is this” AND I HAVE TO PACK MY BAGS AND LEAVE TUMBLR FOREVER???? BUT ALSO IF YOU LIKE IT TOO MUCH I MIGHT COMBUST FROM EMBARRASSMENT??? THERE’S NO WINNING HERE. I’M JUST A GIRL. I’M JUST SO TIRED AND SO HORNY. ANYWAYS. BACK TO WRITING. I’M FINE. EVERYTHING’S FINE. 🫠🫠🫠 I JUST HADD TO POUR MY THOUGHTS OUT🫶🏻

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Pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, biceps kink, headlock choking, light manhandling

sunghoon’s been working out. you know it. everyone around hybe knows it. his members know it, and the worst part is that he knows you know it too—he sees the way your eyes linger when he rolls up his sleeves, sees the way your thighs twitch when he pulls his hoodie off after the gym, sweat clinging to his skin, veins and biceps bulging like sin.

and the second you say something smart—just a little bratty remark about him skipping leg day or flexing too hard—he’s grabbing you by the waist, pinning you down against the sheets with a low chuckle, and pulling you into a headlock so tight and hot you can’t even breathe right. “what was that, baby?” he murmurs into your ear, bicep flexing right against your throat, his other hand already slipping between your legs. “you had something to say?”

and you’re choking on moans now, mind foggy, cunt dripping while his thick, sweat-warm arm holds you still like a toy. his fingers rub your clit slow and cruel, teasing you until you’re whimpering, hips grinding, begging for more. but he doesn’t give in—not yet. not until your voice is cracked and you’re clawing at his forearm, not out of pain, but because you love how strong he is. how good he feels when he flexes around your throat, cocky and calm and so fucking in control. “always talk back,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your neck, tongue tasting the sweat sliding down your temple. “but look at you now. dripping all over my fingers just from my arms.”

and when you finally cum—twitching, gasping, choking out his name with his biceps still tight around your neck—he lets go slowly, watching the red bloom across your skin, smirking down at you like he just won. because he did. sunghoon’s proud of his arms. but he’s even prouder when you fall apart over them.

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Being aespa's fucktoy,i just know THE girls love to pass you around in dorm🫦ajaksnksm also you writing is what keeps me sane so thanms you k💌😊

Pairing: ot4 aespa x fem!reader

CW: heavy nsfw, sub!reader, dom!aespa, gangbang themes, oral , degradation, objectification, somnophilia undertones, strap play and more idk...🙏🏼

Karina is the quietest about it, but the most terrifying. she’ll come home late from practice, dead tired, and find you curled up on the couch like her perfect little pillow—and without saying a word, she’ll tug your head between her legs and just sit. rides your mouth slow, deep, lazy, one hand holding your hair in place while she scrolls on her phone with the other. you whimper and squirm and she’ll just glance down, say “don’t move” like she’s bored, like she’s not already dripping all over your face. she’ll cum once, twice, and then get up and go shower like it’s nothing. you’re left there a mess. she doesn’t even look back.

Giselle is a fucking menace. the mean one. the one who uses you when she’s bored and laughs when you moan too loud. you’ll be in the kitchen washing dishes and suddenly she’s behind you, pushing your shorts down and fucking you with her fingers like she owns you—and she does. calls you “slut,” “toy,” “our little cumhole” with that nasty little smirk on her face, and she’ll edge you until you’re sobbing, thighs shaking, begging her to let you cum. “aww,” she coos, “you wanna finish? better ask the others first, baby. this pussy doesn’t belong to you, remember?”

Winter is the clingy, whiny, possessive one. she’ll wake up in the middle of the night, crawl into your bed, and shake you gently like “unnie… m’wet…” and before you can even open your eyes she’s already grinding against your thigh, panties soaked, lips pouty, begging for your fingers or your strap or just something. she doesn’t care if you’re tired. you’re hers. and when she finally cums with her arms around your neck and her breath shaky, she won’t even pull away. just collapses on top of you and mumbles “you’re not allowed to sleep unless i’m full again.”

Ningning is the bratty one—but she always gets her way. she’ll sit on your lap while the others are watching TV and slowly grind her pussy against your thigh until you’re dripping through your clothes and she’s giggling in your ear like “unnie… feel that? m’so wet… you should do something about it.” she’ll ride your strap right there in front of everyone, moaning loud on purpose, throwing her head back and putting on a show because she likes when they all watch. and if you don’t fuck her the way she wants? she pouts. stomps off. drags you to her room and locks the door like “you’re mine tonight. they can wait.”

you’re their shared toy. they don’t ask. they don’t warn you. they just use you—anytime, anywhere—and you love it. you’re sore all the time. your holes never get a break. because being aespa’s pretty little fuckdoll is the only thing your dumb, empty brain can handle.

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Lily,what do you think about sub!virgin!beomgyu🫶🏻

Pairing: virgin!beomgyu x fem!reader

CW: handjob, mention of virginity, first time, teasing, overstimulation, begging, filthy praise, smut

he swears he’s not nervous. sits there all cocky with his arms spread over the back of the couch like he’s not seconds away from falling apart, trying to act like he’s totally calm when your hand’s brushing up his thigh. he’s teasing, laughing a little too loud, saying dumb shit like “you know i can take it, right?” like he’s done this a hundred times. like he’s not a virgin. like his dick isn’t already hard and twitching in his boxers just from a few slow strokes.

but the second your hand slides under the waistband and wraps around him? gone. completely gone. his mouth drops open, a broken whimper catches in his throat, and suddenly his back arches just a little, his hips bucking into your palm like it’s instinct. “oh fuck—” he gasps, eyes wide, cheeks flushed deep pink, “i didn’t think it’d feel like that—”

you just grin. because he’s so easy. so needy. his cock is leaking, sensitive as hell, and you haven’t even really started. you stroke him slow, teasing, watching his thighs twitch every time your thumb brushes the head. and beomgyu? he’s panting. squirming. trying to stay still but his whole body is betraying him, hips jerking up into your hand like he needs more even if he can’t take it. “what happened to being able to handle it?” you whisper, kissing his neck, your hand tightening around him just slightly. and the noise he makes is obscene. choked, whiny, desperate.

“i—I can,” he tries to say, but it’s broken, shaking. “i just… fuck, i didn’t know it’d feel like this…” you speed up just a little, twisting your wrist just right, and he’s moaning now, biting his knuckles like he’s ashamed of how fast he’s crumbling. you press your lips to his ear. “you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you murmur. “so fucking pretty like this—wet and messy and begging already.”

he cums embarrassingly fast. hips stuttering, voice cracking, his whole body shaking as you stroke him through it. and afterward, he’s red-faced and breathless, chest heaving while he hides his face in your shoulder. “...don’t make fun of me,” he mutters. but he’s already hard again five minutes later. virgin gyu is a mess. but he wants you to ruin him. every time.

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Puppy!winter being obsessed with fingering

Pairing: Puppy!Winter x fem!reader

CW: Fingering.

it always starts the same way with her — curling up next to you with her big eyes and even bigger hoodie, practically climbing into your lap while pretending like she’s “just cold” 🥺 except her cheeks are flushed and her thighs keep squeezing together and she’s being sooo obvious about the way she rocks her hips against your thigh like she can’t help herself…

“baby,” she whines softly, curling her fingers in your sleeve like she needs something, “can you… please?” you glance down at her — at the way she’s practically melting into you, hips subtly shifting, breath catching every time you brush your hand over her stomach. and she’s so sensitive already, hips twitching the moment your fingertips trail a little lower. “what do you want?” you ask, teasing. and she whimpers. “your fingers,” she mumbles, all shy and desperate. “please, I need them. I need you inside…”

and she’s such a puppy about it too — nuzzling her face into your neck, moaning softly when you slip your hand into her panties, already dripping for you, hips immediately bucking up because god, she’s been waiting for this all night. “you’re so needy,” you whisper, pressing two fingers inside her slowly — and she just gasps and clings to you tighter, thighs twitching around your hand. “only for you,” she moans, panting now, voice soft and high and wrecked. “just—more, please, move—need you to move—” and she’s so warm and tight around your fingers, clenching down every time you curl them, little whines spilling from her lips as she ruts against your hand like she can’t even control her body anymore 🥺 she’s literally begging for it, so good, so obedient, so pretty with her lashes fluttering and her mouth falling open every time you hit that perfect spot— “please don’t stop,” she breathes, eyes glazed. “feels so good, please keep going—”

and you don’t stop. not until she’s shaking in your arms, crying out softly, her whole body twitching as she comes on your fingers, whining your name over and over like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded 🐾💦 and even after she’s done, she’s still clinging to you like a sleepy pup, murmuring, “again… later. please?”

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well now i’m insane because of that kazuha abs post…. got me questioning what would be each member’s little thing? in my head it makes sense for chaewon or yunjin to be obsessed with seeing their gf riding their thighs and sakura her gf riding her fingers….. please author can i request you expanding on this? :(

Pairing: ot4 le sserafim (no eunchae)x f!reader

CW: smut , dom!idol x fem!reader , thigh riding, face sitting, overstimulation, finger riding, body worship, mild degradation & praise

okay but now you’ve activated my brain and i’m spiraling bc yes you’re so real for the yunjin thigh riding agenda like… i’m so sure she just sits there all cocky and lets you work for it. she’s leaning back with that dumb little grin like “go on babe, i’m not stopping you” and you’re there grinding down on her thigh like a desperate little thing and she’s acting all chill but her thigh is flexed just right bc she knows what she’s doing she lives to see you fall apart and when you cum too fast??? she laughs. out loud. she’s like “you’re so cute like this” and i’m biting my hand thinking about it

chaewon tho… no bc she’s so fucked up in the head about your pussy. like it’s bad. she wants you to sit on her face for HOURS. doesn’t care if your thighs are shaking or if you’re overstimulated and sobbing, she’s keeping you there. her grip on your hips is locked in. you try to crawl off and she’s pulling you right back down. tongue everywhere. she moans into you like she’s high off it. and when you’re like “chae please it’s too much” she’s like “i know baby” and keeps going she’s insane and i respect that.

sakura…… i actually think i black out when i think about how she’d just wordlessly slip her fingers in and look at you like “you know what to do.” like she doesn’t speak. she just stares. and you ride her fingers bc what else can you do?? that cold little look in her eyes?? like you better fuck yourself on her hand and do it well or she’ll stop and you’ll cry. and she doesn’t even move her arm she just lets you do it and her fingers curve just right and you’re sobbing on her lap and she’s just breathing slow like it’s a regular thursday. i fear her. i want her.

kazuha…… the abs are not just for decoration. she knows they drive you insane. like she’ll be shirtless and acting all innocent and then when you’re crawling into her lap she’s like “hmm? what are you doing?” AS IF SHE DOESN’T KNOW. she loves when you get all needy and grind against her stomach like a pillow princess, tongue out, eyes rolled back like a fucking doll and she holds your waist down and flexes just to ruin you even more. and if you start kissing down her abs??? licking them??? oh she’s done. she’ll flip you and rail you into the mattress like you asked for it. and you did.

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Pairing: g!p yujin x fem!reader (student council president)

CW: hate sex, enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies), g!p smut, possessive!yujin, desk sex, teasing, slight humiliation, breeding innuendos, dominance, filthy tone

You’d told her to stay away.

You warned her.

Three detentions. Four uniform violations. One suspension. An entire semester of her testing every rule you worked so hard to uphold — and still, Yujin just stood there every time, leaning against the lockers like she wanted to be punished, gum in her mouth, tie loose, pants too low on her hips like she dared you to look. “You’re obsessed with me,” she said last week, casually leaning over your council desk while everyone else had gone home. “You give me more attention than my teachers do.”

And now, here you were — back bent over the same desk, panties pushed down to your knees, Yujin’s cock buried so deep inside you that all you could do was cling to the wood and bite your lip to stay quiet. “Fuck, president…” she groaned into your ear, thrusting slow just to tease. “You’re always so tight. You really only let me fuck you when you’re mad, huh?” You hissed under your breath, heat prickling up your spine. “I hate you,” you spat, trying to push back even as your legs trembled. “You’re disgusting—” Her fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back onto her cock again. You moaned despite yourself — breathy, sharp, helpless. “I know,” she grinned. “You hate me so much you let me fuck you after detention. You let me ruin your precious little reputation.”

Her next thrust was harder. The desk shook. You gasped. “You look so cute when you cry,” she murmured against your neck, kissing your skin while rocking into you deep. “So perfect like this — ruined, dripping, full of my cock while you wear your little badge like it still means something.” “Yujin—!” you choked, one hand slamming down on the desk for balance. “Say it,” she growled. “Tell me I can come inside.” You whimpered. Shook your head. She grabbed your face, forced you to look back at her — flushed cheeks, blown pupils, her tie still on but her shirt open like she didn’t give a fuck about anything but you.

“Say it, president. Say I own this tight little pussy.” You blinked through your tears, chest heaving. And when you whispered, “Come inside me,” Yujin broke. She came with a groan, balls pressed tight against your thighs, cock throbbing deep inside you while her hands pinned you in place. Hot and heavy and so much, you felt it leak around her before she even pulled out — not that she was in a rush. She leaned forward, kissed your temple. “…Still hate me?” she whispered, breathless. You turned away, panting, flushed, your legs jelly. “Shut up.” She laughed.

“See you tomorrow after school, then.”

[douceenvie]

Pairing: megan (katseye) x fem!reader

CW: strap-on play, harness struggle, light D/s dynamics, awkward dirty talk, mild language, implied aftercare, soft switch vibes

you should’ve known megan was planning something the second she sent you that suspicious little "heehee" text two hours before coming over. like. who even does that. you already knew her brain was evil and full of nonsense, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the moment she threw her bag on your floor like it committed a crime, pulled out a bright pink strap (why was it so pink???) and said with the most fake serious voice ever, "don’t freak out but i’m gonna fuck you now." HUH????

except she was so serious about it like she practiced this in the mirror?? and you just blinked at her while she started unwrapping it like it was a toy from target and not something meant to go inside you, and you should’ve said something, but she was already so smug and proud and ready to be "the top" that you couldn’t take it away from her. she looked like a puppy trying to wear boots. the harness took her a full 12 minutes to put on and she made you turn around while she did it because she said it was "so unsexy when it’s backwards like a diaper." It was backwards. twice. and then. oh my god. the confidence?? completely out of pocket. she climbed on top of you with the energy of a girl who’d watched one tiktok about it and now thinks she’s an expert. she literally said

"i watched a youtube video. i know what i’m doing." youtube?????? you were too busy trying not to laugh out of pure survival while she tried to line herself up like she was playing mini-golf. she even said "wait" like 3 times while squinting down at the strap and your thighs like she was doing surgery and it was so bad and so cute that your heart actually broke a little. but megan?? was so confident. like, aggressively confident. she kept whispering stuff like "you like that, huh?" while the strap was literally not even in yet. you weren’t gonna crush her ego but you did have to grab her face and be like

"baby. stop. let me help." because if you didn’t she was going to accidentally fuck your inner thigh and think she made you come. you helped her guide it in and she was so quiet for a second like she actually forgot she was the one "in charge." and when you moaned a little too loud, she had the audacity to whisper "oh my god. did i do that???" like she didn’t just fumble for twenty minutes straight. and you know what the worst part was? she kept trying to dirty talk through it. and it was so bad. she said

"take it, baby" in this weird voice that made you lose every single brain cell you had. it sounded like a grandma trying to flirt. you were literally like, "megan shut up please. just move." and she pouted so hard like you personally offended her. "omg?? i’m trying to make this hot!" but then she did move. and you almost forgave her because it actually felt good for a second — until she said "this is like... girlbossing." and it was OVER.

you ended up flipping her over and doing everything yourself because it was either that or die laughing, and she was so pouty about it but also so in love with you that she just let you ride her while fake-crying into your shoulder like "this was supposed to be my momenttt :(" and you kissed her forehead and told her "it was. you’re doing amazing, baby." even though she did nothing. but she looked so proud again. like her little pervert girl heart was full. she swore she’d get better at it next time. she will not. but you’ll let her try again anyway. because no one’s ever tried harder to dominate you with so much love and zero skill. and honestly?? that’s hot in its own stupid, megan way.

[douceenvie]

Finn nger ridinnNDG WITH mean HUHHHHH yunjiNn

Pairing: Huh yunjin x fem!reader

CW: finger riding, mean!yunjin, dom!yunjin, degradation, lazy teasing, overstimulation, brat-taming, humiliation kink adjacent

You were on her lap, straddling her thighs. Panting. Trembling. So wet it made a mess on her jeans. Her fingers were inside you — two of them, deep and slow — but she didn’t move them. No. Yunjin just leaned back, arm draped over the couch, looking bored while you were the one desperate for friction. “Tired already?” she said, cocking an eyebrow. “You’ve barely moved.” You bit your lip, hips shifting forward, trying to sink down harder — but her fingers didn’t curl. Didn’t thrust. Just sat there deep inside you, perfectly still, like she wanted you to humiliate yourself.

And maybe she did. Because every time you whimpered, she smirked. Every time your pace faltered, she laughed under her breath. “Wow,” she drawled, voice low and lazy. “You really are this pathetic, huh?” You flushed, fingers curling into her shoulders for balance. “Y-Yunjin, please—”

“Oh my god.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not even doing it right. You’re riding my fingers like you’re trying to cry, not come.” She adjusted just enough to spread you wider on her lap — two fingers still buried inside you, her thumb now pressed barely above your clit, close enough to tease but not enough to help. “Begging already,” she scoffed. “You’re that easy?” Your body was trembling. Your hips were jerking in messy, needy little movements that made everything wetter, louder, filthier. You wanted to be angry — wanted to snap back at her — but it was hard to sound strong when you were breathless, flushed, dripping all over her lap, and clenching around her fingers like you couldn’t help it. “Look at you,” she murmured, eyes dragging lazily down your body. “You’re the one doing all the work. And I’m still the one in control.”

Your moan came out strangled. She didn’t even have to move. She didn’t have to try. “God, I could let you ride my fingers for hours and you’d still be begging me to finish you off, wouldn’t you?” You nodded — because you knew it was true. “Then be a good girl,” she said softly, breath hot against your ear. “And fuck yourself properly on my hand.”

[douceenvie]

A quickiee with Heeseungggie!

Pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

CW: backstage quickie, rushed sex, boyfriend!heeseung, soft dom vibes, grinding, begging, possessiveness

You didn’t even get the chance to fully knock. The second Heeseung heard your voice through the hallway, the dressing room door flew open—and then you were in his arms, wrapped up in a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of your lungs. “I missed you,” he whispered hoarsely against your ear. You barely had time to respond before he was already kissing you—messy, rushed, starved. Like he hadn't touched you in weeks instead of just a few days. His hands found your waist, your hips, your thighs, grabbing at everything all at once like he didn’t know where to start.

“Baby—” you giggled between kisses, breath hitching at the desperation in him, “don’t you have to be on stage in, like… ten minutes?” Heeseung groaned, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t remind me. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I swear to god if I go out there with a hard-on I’m blaming you.” You smirked a little, tugging him back by the collar. “Then maybe you should do something about it.” The way he looked at you after that? Like he might eat you alive.

He pushed you up against the dressing room vanity, pulling your skirt up with one hand and tugging his sweats low with the other, already hard and leaking as he gripped himself and pressed his forehead to yours. “Just a quick one,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Just—just let me be inside you for a second, baby, please…” You moaned, arching into him as he dragged the head of his cock against your slick folds, barely teasing before thrusting in in one smooth, desperate stroke. The stretch was fast, deep, and so good, and you gasped at how easy he slipped inside—no prep, no warm-up, just pure urgency and lust.

He held your hips tight, fucking into you with quick, shallow thrusts, breath shaking every time your walls squeezed around him. “God, you feel so good—fucking perfect,” he groaned, hips stuttering already. “I needed this, I needed you—fuck, I’m not gonna last, baby, I’m gonna come so fast, I’m sorry—” You whimpered, clinging to his arms, legs shaking from how fast he was going. The whole vanity was rattling behind you, mirror fogged, lights buzzing, but all you could focus on was him. Flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips swollen from kissing you too hard.

“You always fuck me so good,” you cried softly, nails digging into his back. “Even when you’re busy—you always make time for me.” Heeseung just groaned louder, burying his face in your neck, movements getting sloppier by the second. “Because you’re mine,” he gasped, hips stuttering one last time—“mine mine mine—” before he spilled inside you with a shudder and a kiss, mouthing at your collarbone like he didn’t want to leave. And then… silence. Just the soft hum of backstage chaos through the walls. He pulled out slow, tucked himself away, and pressed a hundred tiny kisses to your cheeks. “Okay,” he mumbled, dazed. “Now I can perform.”