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[fairiewonu]

i know i’m down bad for mingyu cause all i could think about during a lecture about how someone gets pregnant was oh my god i need gyu’s babies in me NOW

feeling severely hot and bothered rn. perhaps submissive. maybe a bit breedable atm.

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only mine | choi seungcheol

summary: seungcheol reminds you why mingyu will never be good enough for you

warnings: penetration, dumbification(one line where he calls the reader dumb), implied cheating (sorry gyu), uhhhh lmk if there’s anything else… i never know what to put here

a/n: rising from the grave to post this drabble from my notes app. i have no idea when i wrote this. i was just scrolling through my notes and came across it fully made and ready to post so…. i’m posting it

his body laid on top of yours with his chest pressed to your back as he suffocated you nicely in between himself and the mattress. his cock slid itself in and out of your pussy while his arms stretched out above your head, hands meeting yours and intertwining your fingers with his as best as he could. he was close, you could tell, from the way the quiet grunts in your ear turned into loud, whiny moans. his pace had quickened, and your pussy clenching around him wasn’t doing anything to prevent him from reaching his orgasm.

seungcheol raised his upper body from yours, now hovering over you with his arms on either side of your head. he moved a hand to hold your hip as his thrusts grew sloppy and harsh.

“fuck, baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he groaned, squeezing your hip. you could only babble and moan in response, too high on lust to speak coherently.

“i’ve fucked you dumb, haven’t i?” he questioned, still thrusting into you as hard as he’d been doing the whole time. you let out a load gasp as you felt his hand smack your ass, causing your pussy to clench more around his cock. “fuck, princess… mingyu doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? i’m the only one who can make you this wet, huh? is that why you come to me when he’s gone? because you know i’m the only one who can actually make you come this hard?”

seungcheol smacked your ass once again, a low growl escaping his lips. “i’ll make sure you never go back to him. the only name you should be moaning out loud is mine. what’s my name, princess?”

“s-“ one harsh thrust cut you off, your hands gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life as seungcheol fucked you.

“what’s my name?” he grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up so you were sat in his lap. he was still thrusting his hips into yours, the new angle causing you to moan even louder.

“cheol! cheol! i’m close, cheol! please! please!”

you don’t even know what you were begging for at this point, but seungcheol made a guess, wrapping one arm around your neck while his free hand moved to your clit. he rubbed furiously at the sensitive bud and nipped at the skin of your ear. he then proceeded to whisper sweet nothings to you, only helping you get closer to release.

“i’m cumming, princess. come with me.”

you and seungcheol both reached your highs, your body jerking away from his as overstimulation began to kick in. he held you against him even tighter, his fingers slowing their pace on your clit to bring you down slowly from your climax. you were shaking in his arms, head rolled back to rest on his shoulder while his lips pressed kisses along your collarbone.

“only mine,” he mumbled, his arms now wrapped around your waist. you mumbled incoherently in response, a smile reaching seungcheol’s face at your blissed-out face. “only mine.”

[fairiewonu]

before I go (M)

pairing: Doyoung (NCT) + you (reader)

genre: arranged marriage; an equal balance of fluff and angst; smut

word count: 19.8k (at this point i am not surprised anymore lol)

summary: The day has come for you to marry Doyoung and life as a princess is not what you expected. Your new husband is distant and there is trouble stirring within the monarchy. Now more than ever, you are determined to kindle a romance with the prince, but you soon learn that your marriage will be put to the test in ways you could never have imagined.

warnings: mild language; some alcohol use; lots of dialogue involving fertility and pregnancy; explicit sexual content

a/n: listening to before I go by mimi webb; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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[fairiewonu]

Omg it's finally here! I can't even begin to say how grateful I am to have 500 followers and how I never thought that my blog would grow this much. I started this blog back in 2014 when the emo holy trinity, dan and phil, and millenial culture on tumblr started to die out, and kpop started to become popular on this site. I didn't start writing until just over half a year ago but it feels like I have been apart of this community forever and I am so thankful to all of you!

To celebrate this large number, I will be reopening my requests for any members, including the groups listed in my guidelines, so not just seventeen. These requests will range from short to long but I will do my best to get through all of them as quickly as I can! I am going to the seventeen houston concert this saturday and hanging out with some mutuals on friday so I will queue up some of your requests as I finish them today, tomorrow and thursday. My requests will be open from now until August 28th, right before I go back to school and go on a semi hiatus so get them in while you can!

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I'm sorry if I missed anyone! I did most of these from memory but I'm sure I have more moots lol

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Hey! Could you write a y/n fic about going to a bookstore cafe with Wonwoo for the first date? Maybe a walk along the park after that and a little kissing in front of the apartment door at the end? 🥺

fireproof | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none 

word count: 2321

summary: in which you and wonwoo go on your first date

a/n: sorry this took so long omg... i just wanted to write the perfect fic for my first request!!! i hope you enjoy it anon <3 feel free to request more in the future btw! i loved your request <333 (also this is not at all proofread you have been warned)

“To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us. In this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours. Those are my vows to you.”

“Romance, hm? I didn’t pin you as the type to enjoy that genre.”

The voice behind you gently pulled you from your book’s world, a small smile already gracing your lips as you turned back to face the owner. There, your date, Wonwoo, stood with a tote bag draped over his shoulder. He wore a grey cardigan, along with a pair of dark-wash jeans and the black Converse he’s been wearing since freshman year of college. You noticed he had styled his hair out of his face, a boost to your ego, really, because it meant he wanted to look good for you. You had once told him that he looked handsome with his hair out of his face, and it seemed like he got the message. 

“Romance is only a subgenre of this series, Jeon. There’s action, heartbreak, monsters–”

“Spoilers! I thought you brought that for me to read!” Wonwoo whined playfully, moving to take a seat in the chair across from you. He hung his tote bag on the back of the chair before pulling out a book. He placed it on the table, hands covering the front cover before you could see it. “Before you make fun of me, I want you to know that this book was recommended to me by Joshua, so if you want to make fun of anyone, make sure it’s him.”

“But surely you enjoyed it, if you’re recommending it to me? So you have to get some teasing as well, you know,” you stated, the seemingly permanent smile on your face keeping you from sounding serious. You shut the book in your hand, placing it on the table before leaning forward. “You’ve intrigued me now. What is it? The Fault in Our Stars? 50 Shades of Grey?” 

“God, no. But… you’re not far off, I guess,” Wonwoo trailed off, resting back against his chair as his hands moved from the book. You glanced down at the bright red cover, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. 

“Wonwoo…”

“I said not to make fun of me!”

“I didn’t even say anything yet! I just… I can’t believe you brought me my mom’s favorite book.”

Wonwoo groaned, moving to grab the book back. You reached out quickly, hand covering his own as you stared at him. “Don’t! I’m sorry, I was just teasing,” you reassured, squeezing his hand gently. Both of your cheeks were dusted red, but neither of you made a move to pull away. “I actually really loved the movie for this. It made me cry, like, a lot.” 

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” he shrugged, eyes glancing down at your hands. His fingers itched to lace themselves with yours, but he held back the urge. Do people hold hands on first dates? He couldn’t remember first date etiquette. “If you cried for the movie, you’ll already know what to expect and won’t cry again.”

“I like crying, though,” you admitted, Wonwoo’s eyes looking up to meet yours. “I don’t cry often about the things in my life, so when a movie or a book makes me cry, it feels nice.”

Wonwoo blinked. You sighed, an airy chuckle escaping your lips as you pulled your hand away from his. “Sorry, that was–that was weird to say. I sounded like a psychopath, geez.”

“No, you’re um… you’re good. I don’t cry often either. Don’t think you’re weird or anything.”

The pair of you shot smiles towards each other, you nodding your head as you leaned back in your seat. 

“Right… thanks.” You grabbed your own book, holding it up for him to see, “Um, this is probably my favorite book ever. It’s called These Violent Delights, by Chloe Gong. Two gangs in Shanghai, fighting for dominance. The heirs love each other but circumstances keep them apart… it’s a series, actually. And, it’s um… inspired by Romeo and Juliet. I think I remember you saying you like Shakespere?”

Wonwoo thought for a second, trying to think of when he told you that. Suddenly it clicked. Two years ago, in your shared Photography class, you and Wonwoo were partnered for a beginning of the semester project. You had to learn about each other through photos, and share those photos to the class so everyone could get to know each other. Wonwoo took pictures of your cats, your daily coffee orders, and your messily organized desk, while you took pictures of his roomates, his cardigans, and his books. He had a bookshelf full of books, ranging from nonfiction to children picture books. He let you borrow a book, once, for your English project. It was Romeo and Juliet, and the pages were covered with annotations and notes from Wonwoo. You brought up his love for Shakespere one day at the school’s cafe, where you had found him reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream in the corner with a hot chocolate in front of him. 

“I just like how he writes things. Especially love.” 

“I can’t believe you remember that,” he mumbled, but you managed to hear it. Your blush returned, an even deeper red than before. 

“I tend to remember things about people I like, so…” you let out. You laughed awkwardly before standing up and grabbing your wallet from your own tote bag. “I’m going to order coffee. What would you like?”

Wonwoo raised a brow at your sudden nervousness, unable to hold back the cocky smile now on his lips. He shook his head at your words, standing up himself and grabbing his own wallet. “I’ll buy the coffee. Still drink Iced Americanos? One pump of chocolate syrup and extra ice, right?”

Your arms fell to your sides, staring at Wonwoo with a look he couldn’t decipher. The last time Wonwoo asked for your coffee order was your senior year of college, after one long morning when you regrettably told Wonwoo you’d join him at the gym. That was four years ago. 

“You remembered?” you asked, voice soft and vulnerable. Wonwoo’s smile turned soft, his head nodding.��

“I tend to remember things about people I like,” he repeated your words. “Go ahead and start reading. I’ll order our drinks,” he said, switching the books around on the table so Me Before You was now in front of your chair. You watched as he looked at you once more before heading to the front counter of the cafe. Slowly, you sat down, eyes lingering on your date for a few more moments. With one final smile, you shook your head and picked up the book, eyes finding scribbled notes on the first page. 

Can I dedicate books that aren’t mine to people? Why not? 

To Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to going on this date with me. I hope you enjoy this love story as much as I did. 

P.S. I can see you smiling. Keep that smile under control or I might end up falling harder for you. 

Your date with Wonwoo went on for another three hours, the pair of you switching from reading your books to having conversations about everything and nothing. You had to admit, you were a bit sad that it seemed as if the date was coming to an end. Wonwoo was throwing away your trash, and you packed away Wonwoo’s book in your bag while grabbing the one you recommended him, holding it to your chest as you waited for him to come back. You couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he nearly tripped over someone’s bag and apologized profusely, even though no damage had been done. He scratched the back of his neck bashfully as he approached you. 

“I–”

“This date–”

You both paused, laughing at the overlap of your words. Wonwoo held his hand out, gesturing for you to speak first. You took the book in your hand, pressing it gently against his chest. 

“This date was fun, Wonwoo. I’m happy you asked me to come,” you stated, moving your hand back once he had a grip on the book. “I’ll admit, I’m a little disappointed that it’s over.”

“That’s what I was going to say,” he admitted. “I was going to say that I… um, I know a park not too far from here. Maybe a couple blocks down that way,” he pointed his arm out. “We could walk for a bit, then maybe I could drop you off at your apartment? If you’d like?”

So you and Wonwoo made your way to the nearest park, books away and attention on each other and the beautiful scenery. Seoul in Summer was one of the prettiest sights you’ve ever seen, and you were happy to be witnessing it with Wonwoo. He had taken his cardigan off, revealing a white t-shirt that made his arms look a little too bad for your mental health. You chuckled at your thoughts, gaining Wonwoo’s attention quickly. 

“Something funny?”

“No–no, I’m just… really happy.” 

Your words brought another blush to Wonwoo’s face. His shoulders brushed against yours, your hands threatening to touch as you moved closer to him to get out of a runner’s way. 

“I’m glad. I’m happy too.” 

You hadn’t noticed, but Wonwoo was staring down at you, eyes gleaming and smile beaming. You truly did look happy, Wonwoo thought, observing the crinkles of your eyes and the permanent smile you held. As he continued to watch you, he didn’t notice the child biking down his side of the sidewalk. Your eyes widened, grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and pulling him to your side. The sudden movement caused Wonwoo to crash in to you, your arms quickly wrapping around his torso to prevent him from falling over. Once you had both regained balance, you look at each other with similar shocked expressions. 

“Nearly fell for me, huh?” you broke the silence with a teasing grin, watching Wonwoo’s face scrunch up as he laughed. You stepped back, your arms now on your side. Wonwoo was quick to prevent you from getting too far, his hand finding yours with ease. 

“Nearly have,” he grinned back, suddenly stepping towards you to be close once again. “Is this okay?” he asked, eyes glancing down at your joined hands. You bit back a smile at his sudden quiet voice, nodding at the man. He nodded back, pulling you with him gently to resume your walk back to your apartment. Unfortunately, your apartment wasn’t too far from the park, the rest of the walk only taking five minutes. As you approached your apartment building, you couldn’t shake away the familiar feeling of disappointment once again. You didn’t want to let Wonwoo go just yet, but after spending nearly four hours together, you knew it was time to say goodbye. The sun was beginning to set, and Seoul’s quiet atmosphere was soon beginning to change into its infamous, youthful nightlife. 

“This is me,” you told him, stopping in front of the doors of the building you lived in. You attempted to pull your hand back, but Wonwoo only held on tighter. His eyes were glued to the concrete floor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. 

“I want to see you again,” he began, his thumb now softly caressing your hand. “Soon. Like… tomorrow? We can go to this cat cafe by my place, then maybe… maybe you could come over and we could watch a movie? Avengers?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips at his suggestion. You nodded soon after, watching the brightest smile spread across Wonwoo’s face. “My cats won’t be too happy about me cheating on them, but maybe the scent will go away after I spend time at your place.”

“So… that’s a yes, then? I don’t want to seem desperate, but I really like you, Y/N. In fact, I’ve liked you since our freshman year and when you agreed to go out with me I was so nervous. I searched for hours through my library to find a book that I thought would be perfect for you, and I thought I was going to have a panic attack but I remembered that you read The Hating Game once so I assumed you like cheesy romance novels, and I–”

You stepped forward, your free hand placing itself on the back of Wonwoo’s neck as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. The first kiss was messy, teeth clashing from Wonwoo being caught of guard. You pulled away, but Wonwoo didn’t let you get too far before he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Your lips met once again, this time the kiss being less rushed and more pleasant. After a few seconds, you both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other and deep breaths leaving your lips. You grinned, and Wonwoo brought his hand up to your hair. He ran his fingers through your locks, meeting your eyes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wonwoo. Same time as today?” you questioned, feeling him nod. You both pulled back, with you leaning forward once again to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before turning around and heading into your apartment building. As you disappeared through the doors, Wonwoo sighed, his hand moving up to ghost over his lips. 

Wonwoo prayed for the first time in a while when he got back home, begging whoever was listening to not let your romance end in a tragedy. He may love Shakespeare, but the man certainly didn’t write happy endings. However, a part of Wonwoo believed that your romance would be one of happiness. He prayed once more before getting ready for his night-in, thinking about seeing you tomorrow with a smile on his face.

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tagging game!

favorite movies

tagged by @gfcheol <3

i got tagged for this probably two weeks ago but finding 9 movies was so difficult for me… i don’t really watch tv a whole lot but i managed to gather 9 movies i’ve enjoyed throughout my life! and YES i know some of these are questionable… i’m a child at heart i don’t need to explain myself to you

tagging anyone who wants to do this!

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wip reveal tag!

highlighted = nsfw

tagged by @bfwonu <3

game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

immortal! reader x librarian! wonwoo

these violent delights!au (wonwoo) (maybe nsfw?)

hero! reader x villain! jeonghan

requested by a follower <3 (wonwoo)

svt college radio show (strangers to lovers)

svt halloween series (will most likely end up on my smut acc @fairiewonu )

video games, cockwarming, and a neglected mingyu (minwon x reader)

friends to lovers confession (idk who to make the love interest :/ )

tagging any writer who sees this!!! also if you see this i am a lonely writer on tumblr so if u want to be friends…. hi :)

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wonwoo just one nibble please i’m begging you

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clementine | yoon jeonghan

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: fluffy angst

warnings: none

word count: 1063

summary: in which jeonghan swallows his pride and apologizes in his own special way

a/n: just writing about random knowledge i have (also this is not at all proofread. you have been warned)

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first time | j.ww x k.mg

w.c: 3.2k (oops) request:  How would it be loosing you V card with Mingyu and Wonwoo at the same time…??? Something wild Xs genre: absolute filth pairing: wonwoo x mingyu x reader warnings: mentions of alcohol, bukkake, threesome, spitroasting, the whole shebang really a/n: ahh my first threesome fic! I hope this lives up to your standards! :)

Mingyu and Wonwoo were your best friends whom you could rely on for pretty much anything. You need only send them a text or call them and they would answer within an instant, even if you were drunk at some random nightclub and it was 3am. They would always pick you up and take you to their apartment, where they would give you some water and painkillers, undress you and put you in an old shirt of yours, and chuck you into one of their beds.

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i plan on posting more btw! i have plans to make the second part to my pixie wonwoo fic, as well as smaller things i want to create! i am trying to figure out what type of content i want to write, such as reactions and drabbles! i’ll do my best to get some work out soon!

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1000+ notes on this !! wtf guys ?! thank you so much for all the love for pixie wonwoo :) i will do my best to write a part two that you guys will enjoy <3

the pixie | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: smut, fluff-ish

warnings: cunnilingus, penetration (fingers), edging, biting (let me know if there’s anything else!)

word count: 2785

summary: you’ve always been told to not become friends with the pixies. they’re mischievous creatures, who steal and create chaos amongst the town. one day you were having a picnic in the woods, in the clearing with the pond. you had turned away for only a second, looking back to see that your cookies had disappeared. following the cookie crumb trail, you come upon a white-haired boy, sitting against a tree munching on your cookies. one thing lead to another, and the white-haired boy had you lying on your picnic blanket, his head between your thighs and his glowing eyes sending a chill throughout your entire body

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long omg. it was originally supposed to be an nct jaemin fic, but after reading it again, i started to think about pixie wonwoo and… well, as you can see i ended up changing the pairing to wonwoo x reader instead of jaemin x reader :P i hope you enjoy! this is my first full smut, so feedback is appreciated!

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thank you so much @sinnersuh for your comment on my pixie wonwoo fic !! this is truly one of the best comments i’ve ever read <33 “this could be in a book store” SHUSH you’re making me blush ☺️☺️ i’m glad you enjoyed my story !!

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Morning Coffee

Pairing: Mingyu x Fem reader X Wonwoo

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, Slight Dom behavior, orgasm denial, cum swallowing

Summary: Mingyu wakes you with coffee and gets more than a thank you. (It’s literally 3:05am… this is the best my brain can do currently)

I somewhat proofed this so yea… good luck!

As always this is just 1 piece of a Polyamorous universe that lives in my head. 😘

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    The warm robust scent of freshly brewed coffee coaxed you from your slumber; reluctantly you opened your eyes, but were thrilled to find a hot cup of your favorite blend waiting for you on the bedside table. The first sip of perfectly brewed coffee warmed your body almost as much as the arms that were now wrapped around you. Soft lips ghosted over your shoulder as Mingyu pulled your back into his broad chest. You hummed softly as he tightened his grip around your waist and kissed your cheek gently. 

“Is it the way you like it?"  He whispered into your ear, causing you to giggle.

"You know it is." 

"I do, but you know I love to hear you say it. You know what else I love?”

“Us.” Came a deep voice from the bedroom doorway. 

 " I wasn’t asking you.“ Mingyu said as he rolled his eyes.

"You didn’t need to.” Said Wonwoo as he took a seat on the bed, resting his head against the headboard. You placed your mug back on the nightstand and shimmied out of Mingyu’s grasp so you could crawl into Wonwoo’s lap. You straddled Wonwoo and began to playfully kiss all over his face.

“Looks like someone is jealous,” Wonwoo said as he nodded towards a very pouty Mingyu. 

“Well she just left me to kiss all over you, so yea I’m jealous.”

One last kiss to Wonwoo’s lips, then you moved to sit at his side.

“Aww I’m sorry Gyu, but I couldn’t resist kissing such a handsome face.” You said as you motioned for him to sit between Wonwoo’s legs. 

Mingyu did as instructed, making himself comfortable between his legs, back relaxed against Wonwoo’s chest. Mingyu watched as you settled between his legs, gliding your hands up his firm thighs until they reached the waistband on his pajama pants. Undoing the string that held them in place, you tugged at them prompting Mingyu to lift his hips so you could remove them.

“Tsk tsk, someone’s not wearing underwear. Were you expecting that you wouldn’t need them?"  You questioned as you looked into his eyes and licked your hand before wrapping your fingers around his dick. "Hoping we’d notice as you casually made breakfast?”

“I- I just forgot.” Mingyu gasped as you began to stroke him slowly.

“Hmmm that doesn’t sound like the truth to me.” Wonwoo said as he began to undo the buttons on Mingyu’s pajama shirt. 

“It has to be the truth babe, our sweet puppy wouldn’t lie to us, would he?”

Mingyu let out a whimper as you gave his tip a nice squeeze.

“Hmmmm, but maybe we could do something that could help him remember his underwear next time.” You said as you leaned down to spit on his dick, making the glide of your hand easier.

“What did you have in mind?"  

You pondered Wonwoo’s question as you watched Mingyu squirm under his touch. Lithe fingers gently pinched and tugged at Mingyu’s nipples while you kept a slow and steady pace stroking his dick.

Eyes screwed shut, lips pressed into a thin line, hands clenching desperately onto the sheets below him. Mingyu was doing everything in his power to stop himself from cuming. The two of you were barely doing anything,  a little nipple pinching and the world’s slowest hand job, but it was all the talking that was threatening to break him. The back a forth between you and Wonwoo, about all the things you two could do to him, as if he wasn’t even there. He listened intensely, each scenario driving him crazy as he visualized every lewd act discussed. 10 minutes in and he was starting to crumble.

A choked "Please” fell from Mingyu’s lips when you gave him another squeeze and sped up your pace.

“Please, what?” Wonwoo whispered into his ear.

“I can’t, I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.”

A stern “No” was the answer. Causing Mingyu to almost sob from the effort of holding off his orgasm. Mingyu continued to beg and plead, while you both ignored him in favor of continuing your chatter and actions. 

“Color?” You questioned after a particularly loud whimper that almost seemed pained, caught the attention of both you and Wonwoo. 

“Green, please don’t stop.”

“Such a good boy for us. Gonna cum a lot aren’t you?” You said before lowering yourself to take him into your mouth.

The mixed sounds of Mingyu’s moans, whimpers, and sobs only fueled your need to give him the sloppiest, soul sucker 8000 blow job of his life.

“Look at her Gyu. Look at how almost all of you disappears between her lips.”

 “Almost”, that one word really irked you. You were sure he’d said it on purpose to taunt you judging by the amusement on his face. You locked eyes with Mingyu just as you took him as deep as possible, taking every inch you could of him down your throat.

“Fuck! Now, please?!  I need to cum now please!” Mingyu pleaded desperately. This time you showed mercy, giving him a wink to signal that he could let go. Mingyu grabbed your head, forcing you to take almost every drop of cum down your throat. His eyes rolled back, and a loud groan filled the room as he slowly pulled his dick from your cum filled mouth.

“Naughty, naughty.” You said as you licked the remaining drops of cum from your lips. Noticing the confused look on Mingyu’s face, you looked to Wonwoo who was more than happy to tell him what he had done wrong.

“She gave you permission to cum, but did she give you permission to touch her?” He said as he turned Mingyu’s face towards him.

His eyes widened at the realization. “ I’m sorry, please d….” his pleading was quickly silenced by Wonwoo’s lips as you rubbed his thighs to get him to relax.

“He was so obedient, holding back his orgasm until he was told, so I’ll let it slide this once. If you do it again, I’ll hold your head down as a punishment.”

“I’m sorry baby, but I hardly find having my face held down in your pussy a punishment.”

“That’s why she’ll be holding your head down on my dick if you do it again” Wonwoo said nonchalantly as he buttoned Mingyu’s shirt back up.

 Getting up from the bed, you tossed Mingyu’s discarded bottoms to him so he could dress himself. You reached for your now cold cup of coffee to get a fresh one until both men raised objections. 

“I’ll make fresh coffee in a little while, come lay down for a bit.” Wonwoo said as both men changed position so that Wonwoo was the big spoon, Mingyu was the middle spoon, and you were to be the little spoon. As badly as you wanted that fresh coffee, this moment was worth so much more than your morning caffeine fix. Taking your designated spot you nestled your back into Mingyu’s chest, and he snuggled in closer, giving your neck soft kisses.

“That was the longest you’ve ever held off.”

“Yea, I was surprised.” Wonwoo said in agreement while his slender fingers ran through Mingyu’s hair.

Mingyu let his head fall back into Wonwoo’s touch, closing his eyes and sighing before he spoke. “I wanted to push myself, I never hold off for long, so after you told me ‘no’ the first time, I wanted to see how long I could." 

“Did you decide that before or after you pleaded for 5 minutes after I said no?” Wonwoo chuckled.

"You did so well baby.” You praised as you turned over to face him, fingers intertwining with his as he leaned in to kiss you, pulling away with a sleepy smile. 5 minutes had barely passed before the sound of Mingyu’s soft snore could be heard, signaling that he had fallen asleep. You peeked over his massive frame to find your other boyfriend playing a game on his phone. Wonwoo looked at you with a big grin, “Ready for that morning coffee beautiful?”

[fairiewonu]

Every body needs a therapy. (18+ // Jeonghan!vampire au)

Yup, even vampires do.

pairing: jeonghan!vampire x fem!reader, joshua cameo

words: 4186 words

tags: superhuman au, superficial, y/n is a healer-slash-sex worker, threesome (!!next chapter!!), unprotected sex (this is fiction for a reason! let’s always stay safe!!))

warning: tw // vague mentions of abuse, toxic household/parental relationships

disclaimer: these type of vampire you may have not seen from anywhere. I added some characteristics/abilities to it that does not reflect the stereotype

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The streets are still lit up by fluorescent lamps when the clock points to five. Your early morning arrival in school had long been regular. The front gate guard, although always surprised, is somewhat already used to seeing your face and greeting you back with a lively one. It was one of few things that give you motivation to get up tomorrow, and you never thought you won’t be hearing that today.

“Oops I’m sorry!” You were absurdly apologetic as if accused of a crime you didn’t even do, you furiously bowed numerous times, checking if the coffee on hand stained the suited up man in white that just got out of a convenience store.

Oh, it’s him. The beautiful guy; Joshua’s new tenant in his loft. You met him just yesterday, visiting your friend to seek refuge from the world when all of a sudden, a seemingly son of Aphrodite was revealed behind the grandiose wooden doors. He was unbelievably handsome and your encounter with him suddenly felt like a dream. Did he really stare at you, at your bruised lips? And his scent that trailed on the path he walked on, a smell so alluring, so nostalgic as to an extent you cannot fathom. Something like roses maybe? Or was it jasmine? A mix? And that pair of mesmerizing eyes that felt like a black hole any star would get lost to. You concluded he might have been one of the most gorgeous (and great-smelling) men you have laid eyes (and nose) upon.

“Yeah… just me.” Your eyes widened in shock. Did I say that out loud? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He was careful, checking if an amount of the scalding hot coffee in his hand spilled on you. None, your marigold shirt, perfectly masking your mood, was stain-free, so was your skin showing through the rip in your jeans. He felt relieved somehow, even more when he saw your once bruised lips patched on. You seemed fine to him, if not for his otherworldly senses.

“Early for school?”

It must have been obvious that you’re on your way to school, and perhaps, Joshua must have told him somehow. Or did your casual outfit and backpack give it away?

You hummed at him, a bit shy of your contrasting appearance. His seemingly newly waxed oxford shoes were intimidating, as if it would cost you your life once a particle of dust from your proximity lands on it. “Uhm… yeah… I’m gonna get going…”

“I heard about your mom,” you were too stunned to even look at him with bulging eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be nosey, but I was worried about that bruise.”

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[fairiewonu]

Seventten when u keep sucking after they cum?

seungcheol: gets all whiny and pushes your head off of him with, “ah fu-fuck ‘m too sensitive, baby. give me a second. need a break.”

jeonghan: his whole body tenses up as he fights the feeling of overstimulation, but he doesn’t pull away. “you just can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

joshua: he’s feeling all kinds of overwhelmed and he’s honestly torn between pushing your head off or down further. “hold on, babe— shit! oh fuck, don’t stop…”

jun: he loves the feeling of overstimulation tbh and he loves how much you love to have your mouth on him. “fuck, are you trying to get me hard again? already?”

soonyoung: he might be able to stay hard after cumming the first time. seeing you swallow for him and then go back for more would have him on the edge again in no time. “you want more of my cum in that pretty little mouth of yours? fine, take it. take it all.”

wonwoo: he’d hiss through his teeth and yank you off of his lap by the hair, muttering, “you’re such a fucking brat. trying to overstimulate me when that’s my job… yeah, we’ll see how funny you think it is when it’s you in a couple of minutes, angel.”

jihoon: he’d try to endure it but it’d get to be too much for him. “w-wait sorry… i don’t want to stop but my dick feels like it’s going to fall off. i need like a gatorade or something with electrolytes before we go again.”

seokmin: whines and whines and whines but doesn’t safeword and ultimately ends up cumming down your throat again. “god, baby… fuck! fuuuck i can’t- i can’t, i’m gonna cum again…”

mingyu: he’d be sooo sensitive and wouldn’t be able to stop writhing underneath your touch, moaning nonsense the whole time. “your mouth is so good… almost as good as your pussy. never wanna leave it. fuck! feels p-perfect!”

minghao: he’d flip it around on you instead. “hey, it’s my turn to make you feel good. lay down on the bed for me, legs spread. god, you’re soaked, baby. is all this just from sucking me off?”

seungkwan: he’d want to let you have your fun, but ultimately feel too sensitive and have to tap out. “i can’t! i can’t! i’m sorry but it’s too much. let me… make it up to you though?”

vernon: he begs. he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for it’s just a mantra of “please please please please” and his hips bucking up into your mouth

chan: you’d be able to get another orgasm out of him, but he’d be gripping you for dear life, groaning about how “you’re a fucking succubus for christ’s sake! t-trying to make me cum again so soon? what’s gotten into you?”

[fairiewonu]

pairing: jeonghan x reader, wonwoo x reader (seperately)

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 3k

tags: husband!jeonghan, wifey!reader, work colleague!wonwoo, cucking, mild dub/con, grinding, seduction, unprotected sex

summary: jeonghan and his lovely wife seem to have taken a special kind of interest to one of his work colleagues - namely none other than wonwoo.

“did you have fun, love?”, jeonghan asked. you only sighed, leaning into your husband’s tender touch as his arms wrapped around your middle from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. the good food and wine you’ve had spreading a nice cozy feeling of contentment throughout your body, making it all the harder for you not to abandon your dishes and lay down for a nap.

upon hearing you hum in response, han pressed a soft kiss on the side of your head. “you were an absolutely wonderful hostess, by the way.”

“hm, i don’t know, was i? i hope wonwoo didn’t think my cooking was all too bad - i would have made something different if i knew you’d bring him along as well”, you chuckled sheepishly, trying not to sound all too insecure - yet judging by your husband’s slight shift in demeanour, you probably still did. curse your poor acting abilities.

“ah, i should've told you before that we’d stop by for dinner, babe. that was my mistake, no reason for you to feel embarrassed.”

you shook your head, turning your head to face him, a sly smirk painted on your lips. “well- i might forgive you for your horrendous and atrocious behavior if you give me a kiss. but only might - it heavily depends of the sort of kiss you’d-”

spinning your around in his arms, he connected your lips to his in a soft kiss, his hands resting on top of your hips, pulling you close against his body. you swear even after all those years of knowing him, jeonghan still knew how to make you feel like a lovesick girl.

he pulled away from you after a minute, smug smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “am i forgiven yet or do i need to make it up to her highness some more?”

as much as it pained you, you shoved him away, shaking your head as a tinge of red spread all over your cheeks. “hannie, please- i still have to do the dishes”, you told him, your tone apologetic as you continued to scrub the remnants of food off your good plates.

with a sigh, jeonghan leaned against the kitchen counter next to you, grabbing a towel to dry the dishes with, nudging your hip with his. “then we’ll simply have to help you get it done faster.”

a snort, “you horndog.”

he let out a breathy laugh at your playful accusation, “less talking, more cleaning.” you shook your head at that, full on giggling now.

the evening really was way more fun than you had initially expected it to be. anxiety and panic bubbling up within you, when jeonghan had let you know, with a quick text, that he’d bring his colleague from work home for dinner - not even caring to inform you which colleague he’d meant, when he’d arrive and what she should prepare. so you were left to check the fridge, frantically looking for anything that could still be considered edible, all while trying to make yourself look at least somewhat presentable.

wonwoo himself had been very understanding of the situation, apologizing profusely for imposing on your and jeonghan's evening - although you assured him again and again, that it wasn’t any trouble and you were happy to finally get to know him. you found him to be quite charming, his jokes never too crude and his stories never too long or too dull - even his compliments, never too frivalous to be considered offensive, just provocative enough to make gasp once or twice.

you felt your face heat up at the memory of it alone.

“d'you think he liked me?”, you asked, voice almost a bit too casual.

jeonghan halted in his actions, obviously taken aback by your question, “what? of course, why wouldn’t he?”

“i- i don’t know. maybe he only felt compelled to be friendly?” you paused, considering how to properly convey your feelings. “i just- want your friends to like me - is that bad?”

his brows furrowed at that, eyes staring at you with an intensity that made goosebumps run down your spine. “i actually think that it was quite obvious how into you he was."

“what? how so?” the remark was genuine, yet your husband seemed to be irritated at the audacity you had asking that question, attention now fully on you. he took a step towards you again, strong hands holding your shoulders as his mouth whispered his response, “i could see how much he wanted to fuck you, darling. how he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.”

your breath hitched at that, grinding your ass involuntarily right against jeonghan’s crotch, drawing out a low hum of approval from his lips. you shivered at the sound alone. “how - oh - did he look at me?”

“like he hated me a little bit for being married to you”, he groaned, his breath hot on your skin. “would you let him fuck you?”

usually you’d feel ashamed to even admit to such a thing, the thought of another man even kissing you repulsive enough for you to shudder in horror. yet there was something about the curiousity that lay in jeonghan's tone that piqued your interest and made your eyes roll to the back of your head, picturing wonwoo's lazy smirk and wild dark hair. your hand flew to the top of the counter, trying to steady yourself on the surface, while jeonghan was still busy grinding against you.

“would you like to watch him fuck me?”

it was as if you flipped a switch within him, feeling his fingers dig into your hips with such force you rarely saw from him outside the bedroom. he dipped his head low, pressing warm kisses to the side of your neck. “fuck, yeah i would.”

if it weren’t for the tight knot of pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach, you’d have gasped out in surprise. “wha- are you serious? don’t joke around, hannie.”

“no, absolutely”, there was no hesitance in his answer, his voice firm and sure as ever. “it’s fun to see men lust over my wife like they have a chance with you - like they can take you from me. and to see you work your - oh fuck - charm on them. you’re so incredibly hot, baby. seeing you fuck him would be so hot.”

the outline of his hardening cock against your lower backside was enough proof of the sincerity in his words. cold fingers traveled up the sides of your torso, hot ones dipped under the waistband of your pants, making you throw your head back onto his shoulder. you shuddered, the combination of the fantasy and his touch almost too much to bear. “would you let him cum inside me?”

the feeling of him rubbing your clit deliciously slow, almost made you collapse right then and there. “ahh fucking hell- yeah. want to fuck you while you’re full of his cum.”

you hissed in pleasure. “maybe wonwoo would be interested in another dinner invitation then.”

the evening went well. or so you hoped at least, but maybe that was just your anxiety seeping through the cracks once again.

wonwoo had gladly accepted your invitation to dinner, seeming almost caught off guard that you two’d want him back at your house after your last meeting. you couldn’t help but wonder if he regretted his lingering looks on you then, feeling ashamed at not masking it better - after all, your husband was an observant man. but jeonghan had only reassured you, soothing your worries with calming words and soft smiles and you did try not to worry. with an emphasis on try.

you wore your fanciest set of lingerie, hoping wonwoo would notice the lace poking out from underneath your shirt whenever you’d lean over; or that he’d take note of the small touches of your hand landing on his thigh that seemed to linger a bit too long for it to be accidents; or maybe even the fact that you’d stare at his lips with such intensity you wondered if his cheeks could grow any redder. jeonghan, of course, played the oblivious husband, too engrossed in the wine and food to pay much heed to what was happening.

it was only after han had to excuse himself, because he ‘had too much to drink’, that he shot you a quick smile as he stood from his chair. time to turn up the heat.

“uh, is it okay for me to still be here? i can leave if han isn’t feeling all too well and call myself an uber”, he said, his pupils blown wide from all the pent up tension and alcohol. you suppressed the urge to smile only with effort.

shaking your head ‘no’, you gave his shoulder a reaffirming squeeze. he really did look handsome in his dress shirt and pants, you mused. if you weren’t married you’d almost blush in the presence of such a good looking man who just so happened to be your type. “but i’m not really tired yet! my husband won’t mind me having a bit more fun until i go to bed, don’t worry.”

judging by the twitch of his hand around his wine glass and unsteady exhale, it was probably safe to say, that you got him right where you needed him. now it was just a matter of seduction and playful flirting - and fortunately enough, you’ve already used your charms more than succesfully on other men.

“do you want to move this to the sofa? way more comfortable than the dining room, don’t you agree?” the smile that tugged on your lips was sweet as you ran your hand through your hair, watching wonwoo finish the rest of his drink in one big gulp - you couldn’t help but admire the handsome profile and your mind wandered to jeonghan. hopefully he’d have as much fun watching as you’d have fucking him. wonwoo cleared his throat, “that’d be more cozy, yes.”

perfect.

his taste surprised you when your mouths finally collided - sweeter than expected. it was such a strange sensation not to have your husband’s tongue running along your lips but his friend’s. everything felt so strangely different from what you were used to - from the warmth of his embrace, to the feeling of his arms pulling you on his lap, tits squished against his tight body.

he let out a groan when you rocked your hips against his, cupping his face in your hands to really relish in having him so close underneath you. oh, you already knew you were going to have fun with him. “you feel so good - shit.”

despite the situation he was in, it was that comment that really flustered him, his eyes widening slightly at your comment. “no reason to sweet talk me anymore, i’m already hard as a fucking rock”, he said, laughing breathlessly.

as if on cue, he thrusted right up against your clothed core, forcing a surprised squeal from your lips. the friction was so delicious, you could hardly wait to feel him inside you creaming you full of his cum. you moaned out his name, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair as your husband's eyes staring at you two from the doorway across the corridor. jeonghan's gaze burning right through you as your pressed wet kisses onto wonwoo’s jawline.

“jesus fucking christ, you’re a catch”, he rasped, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “can’t believe this is actually happening.”

your eyes met your han's, the primal lust reflecting in them only adding fuel to the fire between your legs. you ran your tongue along the shell of his ear, whimpering when the pads of his fingers finally came in contact with your aching and swollen clit. “god- wonwoo!”, you yelped, grinding down on his bulge.

his response was immediate, mouth swinging open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, the stimulation just enough to make his vision blurry. he set a merciless pace as you held onto him for dear life, hands clawing at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to not succumb to pleasure too soon. wonwoo couldn’t help but grin to himself, his ego feeling almost as well taken care of as his cock.

“you’re already so wet”, he mused, nibbling on the skin of your neck. “is that all for me?” you shuddered under jeonghan’s steady gaze, frantically nodding your head - too busy moaning and mewling to actually form a coherent sentence. you felt wonwoo twitch from under you and you knew what you’d have to do.

peeling your arms from his shoulders, you fumbled for the zipper of his pants, all too desperate to stuff you full while the love of your life was watching. he obliged rather quickly, huffing out a dark chuckle, “easy there, i’ll fuck you soon enough, don’t worry.”

suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you instead continued to tug on the fabric, offering him a needy, big eyed pout. his resolve melted away in a heartbeat, freeing his erection from its confinements, his eyes still glued to your flushed face - you almost felt bad about how easy it was to wrap him around your finger. almost, that is.

despite telling yourself you wouldn’t, you couldn’t help but compare the angry, hard cock in front of you to your husband’s. he was thinner in length and maybe not as curved as you were used to, but by god the length. you vaguely wondered, if it’d even fit inside you - but before you could entertain the thought any longer, you felt wonwoo run his head through your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. with a tap against your clit and a wink of his eyes, he slipped his head in you and you let out a strangled gasp.

“you sure you can take me in?”, and suddenly all doubts about him fitting, were eradicated from your mind, replaced with spite alone. you managed a smile, “s- so considerate.”

with one roll of your hips, you sank down on him, the veins along his length hitting all your sweet spots, your pussy already trying to clench around the foreign sensation. it had been years since you’ve had anyone else kiss you, let alone fuck you raw, your body already accustomed to jeonghan’s - molded like clay to be his perfect other half. but this was new and exciting, and most importantly, under his supervision. pleasure was running through your veins like molten lava, making your chest heave with every thrust of his hips.

the squelching noise of your bodies moving filled the whole living room, the quiet grunts wonwoo let out only meant for your ears alone. but you didn’t take much note of any of that, chasing your high like your life depended on it, teary eyes looking for jeonghan’s face in the shadows, needing to see how well you did for him. all for him, always.

“where - umpf - can i finish?”, he asked, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs. it almost felt like you were ripped from your trance, blinking a few times to slip back into the role of devilish seductress.

“please- inside”, his eyes almost grew double in size at your casual reply, now rutting into you with renewed vigour, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “how does jeonghan keep up with you, holy shit.”

and right as you slammed down on him, clit grazing his abs, you felt yourself shudder in pure ecstasy, tongue rolling out of your mouth and eyes crossing. your walls contracted around his throbbing cock, trying to force his hot cum out of him - but wonwoo endured, fucking you through your orgasm with utter concentration. his mouth latched onto your collarbone, arms wrapping around your limp body, pressing you impossibly closer.

“hnn ‘boutta cum”, he whimpered and you only mustered a faint mewl in response. “cum deep inside of you.”

“wo- wonwoo”, you saw jeonghan smile before he vanished in the dark again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks. thick ropes of cum shot deep inside of you as his hips stuttered for the very last time, his body growing stiff around you, panting from exhaustion.

it didn’t take long until the reality of the situation slumped down on wonwok, his eyes distant and nervous as you pulled out of his embrace, your hole still oozing warm semen. he tucked his soft cock away, suddenly feeling so much less confident and smaller than before - the change in his demeanor almost deafening. yet you didn’t pay much mind to him, still trying to catch your breath.

“you probably know the way out yourself”, you said matter of factly, not trusting your legs to work properly after all that. wonwoo only managed to nod slowly, not meeting your eyes as he muttered a quick ‘goodbye’ and rushed down the corridor.

you smiled as you felt jeonghan's warm hands brush your hair out of your face, welcoming the cool sensation with a quiet hum, leaning into his touch. a chuckle erupted from him, his lips pressing a gentle kiss onto your temple. “did you have fun, love?”

your hand closed around his wrist, trying to pull him closer, still feeling somewhat needy. “hannie.”

he let himself be pulled on top of you, amazed by your flushed face and dishevelled state, his fingers tracing the lovebites his work colleague left on your cleavage. he swore he could literally feel his heart swell with pride at the sight alone. “you’re insatiable.”

you shot him a sheepish smile, rubbing yourself against his erection. “only when it comes to you.”