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I don’t have a lot to say other than writing is just hard right now, especially with school and lack of motivation and just other things going on. I’m not gonna write on this account anymore, but I’m going to finish my SMAU on my side blog @lovethedream but I won’t be posting here anymore other maybe the occasional reblog. Thank you for the support I got and I hope you all have a wonderful new years.❤️

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I know requests are open but I feek like I've sent a lot in.

Would it be okay to request another?

of course! as long as my requests are open request to your hearts content!

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When Hongjoong made 100 songs specifically for you

Worried is an underrated word for what you're feeling right now. It's been weeks since Hongjoong went out of his studio. You understand that he needs to produce music and write lyrics for his group, but at this point, he's just secluding himself.

You can't help but but fret over his health. What if he's not eating well? Has he been getting enough sleep? Is he doing fine?

All of these thoughts of yours were soon replaced with relief when your phone rang, seeing that Hongjoong is finally calling you.

Immediately answering the phone, ready to scold your boyfriend when he speaks a bit too fast for you to comprehend.

"Hi baby, can you please come here at my studio? I want you to check something, I'll expect you here within 30 minutes. Bye, I love you!" then he ended the call.

Damn, he really is a great rapper, spewing out words that much within 3 seconds. Nevertheless, you got up from your seat, getting ready to head at his studio.

When you arrived at the building, most employees are greeting you with smiles and knowing looks. Why is that? Is there something going on?

You feel anxious, it feels like something wrong is happening. Hongjoong opened the door of his studio before you can even knock. He didn't greet you like he usually does. No hug, no smile, no kiss, he just held your hand and guided you to sit down.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I know I'd gone incognito for weeks, and the reason is I was making 100 songs for a project" he explained "I want you to listen and look at it properly okay? I really need your opinion in this one."

You were shocked to say the least, because 100 songs are a lot. But still, you want to support and help him so you just nodded your head as an answer and he started playing the songs one by one.

While listening, you were deeply confused, because yes, they are basically songs but their titles are only one word. What baffled you the most is that most of them don't have any lyrics at all, just melodies that spans for a few seconds, and some of them even have the same title.

You spent a good amount of time going through all of the songs, and when the final one has ended, Hongjoong asked you about what you think.

"To be honest, I don't understand what just really happened." your answer made him laugh, him looking at you fondly before cupping your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks.

"I told you to LOOK at them right?" you look like a confused dumpling right now, and it made him want to spoil it to you, but he held himself back "well, miss adorable, will you please do the honor of checking the titles of the songs once again?"

He released your face, allowing you to move and face the computer screen. You did a once-over to the titles, and then it clicked. All of the titles joined together made a whole statement, or it's more of question.

Swirl of emotions are building up inside you, tears swelling in the corner of your eyes. You looked at Hongjoong by your side, except he's not sitting anymore, instead, he was kneeling down in one knee, holding up a velvet box with a beautiful ring in it.

"My star, sun, moon, love, world, universe, soulmate, and happiness. You brought light to my darkness, turned monochrome into pastel colors. I never knew that my future would turn out like this, but I'm not complaining at all. If it means that you will be by my side when I wake up, see you before I close my eyes at night, and bask in the warmth of your hugs and kisses. Let me put a ring in your finger, let's be together for a lifetime. Will you let me live in your arms for forever like you are to mine?"

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Swear if I read one more fic with the sentence “you tied your hair into a messy bun” again, I’m literally gonna fucking riot.

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Just finished watching the Stray Kids MAMA performance and uhm… I’m not ok

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the small things [hyunjin version]

me being soft… but for hyunjin this time

Hyunjin loves spending time with you.

You’re confused at how he’s not sick of you yet. He always comes up with little ideas you both could do as dates so you never got bored. Whether it be learning to cook something new at the dorms, or taking you ice skating for the first time in your life, he would plan it. And he’d do it, no questions asked.

What you don’t really know is that Hyunjin doesn’t want you to get bored of him. Most times, he’s constantly reduced to his looks and not who he is as a person. He keeps you busy with you so you see him, fully.

Hyunjin buys a lot of clothes. This means you steal a lot of clothes.

Shirts, hoodies, hats; you take them all. You’ve showed up to the dorms multiple times wearing matching clothes or similar outfits because of the clothes you take.

He pretends to be annoyed, rolling his eyes whenever he sees you parading around in one of his hoodies, but he loves it. So much he takes pictures of you when you’re not looking and blushes when he sets them as his home screen later.

Hyunjin is a brat. A spoiled one at that. He is greedy and he doesn’t care-he wants as much of you as he can get.

He gets so into you that he doesn’t even notice the amount of members rolling their eyes when they walk out and see him practically on top of you on the couch, completely covering your body with his own. Seungmin always groans whenever he sees the both of you under the covers and hears kissing noises for five minutes straight. 

Not only that, but he follows you around like a puppy. Hugging at your waist each time you get something to eat from the fridge or get up to use the bathroom. When you jokingly tell him to give you some space, he raises his eyebrow at you and basically laughs in your face.

“Never! I’m glued to you forever Y/N~”

He adores you, and he wants you to know just as much he does every second of the day. 

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Currently thinking about how Mingi gets so happy when he kisses you. Like so happy. The minute your lips lock he feels all of his worries drown away, and without realizing it his left leg is fairing into the air. Before it came go all the way up he stops it by crossing it over his right leg to make it look like he did it on purpose, but I really happened because he literally feels like he’s floating with you.

But yk, it’s just Mingi things✨

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☆ house ☆ #D3

"Ah... baby...you don't- fuck- you don't have to-" Chan tries to tell you. It's his instinct to first politely reject any form of kindness from anyone. That's how much of a gentleman he is.

And that includes getting a blowjob from you. Even when he knows very well he deserves more than just his dick in your mouth because he had just told you the surprise he's been keeping from you.

A house. He bought a house. For you. For the both of you.

"I want to," you say, fishing his half hard cock from his neatly pressed black slacks. "Wanna make you feel good. You bought a house. For us. You deserve more than just a blowjob."

Chan gulps at that. Chan loves giving. He's a giver. Be it in or out of bed. He prefers it, really.

But there's just something really hot about you being so determined to make him feel good.

"More?" Chan questions. This is already so much to him. You, so pretty on your knees, hands trying their best to grip onto his toned thighs so that he won't be able to run away.

He could move, really. He's a lot stronger than you. He could easily pull you up and make you sit on his lap, give you a soft lecture on how he doesn't need you to return any favours.

He just loves you. A lot. And he wants to have a place to call home with you. It's as simple as that.

But his brain is a mush. He's never seen you this determined before. So pretty. So fucking beautiful.

"Yes, more. First, we're gonna make you cum in my mouth," you tell him, thumb running over the tip of his cock, making him unintentionally buck his hips up, sensitive at your soft touch.

You giggle at him. So fucking cute.

"Your cock will be super sensitive but still be hard enough. So, I'm gonna fuck myself onto it. This big thing is just so wonderful, isn't it?" you continue, making Chan groan and moan so loud when you lick his cockhead.

"Baby fuck," he breathes, hands automatically threading through your hair in instinct.

You smile at him, loving how he's trying really hard to let you take the lead. You know he loves being the one giving instead of receiving but you really want to show him how much you appreciate him and his whole existence.

"And then we're gonna make you cum again. Inside me. And I'll let you fuck me on every surface of this house. Every single one. Anywhere you want to. We'll start here. On the couch-"

"Bed. Bed. Wanna- wanna fuck you on the bed first."

Chan's face is red. But he can't help it. As pussydrunk as he is, he can't let anywhere else be the first place he gets to fuck you. It has to be the bed. Your first official shared bed.

"Okay, baby. The bed it is. Anything for you. Anything for my wonderful boyfriend. Bought me a house and all, hmm? Gotta give you what you want."

You stand up, slowly letting go of his cock, letting it slap against his abs.

"I'm gonna be such a good girl for you, Channie. Gonna be the perfect wife for you."

Chan nearly chokes at that. Wife. Fuck. Fuck. He wants to marry you so bad. What the fuck are you doing to him?

"Don't tease," he mutters, groaning as he feels more precum oozing from his tip.

"You like it. You like it when I call myself your little wifey. Is that what you told the realtor, baby? That you're buying this house for your wife?"

You can't help it. He's too cute. Oh you would love to marry him when the time is right.

"Wife," Chan breathes, the word rolling from his tongue sounding so natural. "My wife," he says again, head already going dumb just from imagining that future with you.

"I'm here," you say softly, noticing how Chan is a little out of it. It makes you smile. "You'll be a good husband and make me a mommy, right?" you tease him again, knowing it's his ultimate weakness - breeding you.

Chan whimpers. "I can go raw tonight?"

"You can, baby."

"You'll keep my cum inside?"

"I will. Promise."

"Cockwarm?"

"Anything you want."

"Wanna buy you another house."

"Chan!"

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I really hope he’s ok but wow his wow his hair looks so amazing. Blue? That’s new for him I adore it

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You’ve always been a weak person when it came to your boyfriend, Minhos voice.

You’re bored, sitting in your boyfriends dorm waiting for him and his members to come back from practice, which should be almost over by now. What can you do to pass the time, you may ask?

Well, watch your boyfriends face cams of course.

So you opened YouTube on the tv, opening your account and going to the search bar and typing in ‘Stray Kids Minho face cam’ and you got more than enough videos to keep you im entertained until he returns.

You click the first one you see, which is his ‘Thunderous’ face cam, one of your favorite songs of theirs. Watching Minho perform was always entertaining; seeing how me glided across the stage and does the moves like he was born doing so always has you entrapped.

The video ended quicker than you thought it would and you let the next one load up. “Tiger Inside? Have I not seen this one? Odd, it’s really popular.” Your mumble, sitting against the couch cushions, munching on your favorite chips.

It started, and the minute it did you were sitting up.

He looked so good. The music started and your pretty sure you stopped blinking once it did, not wanting to miss a single move from your partner.

Then, he came to the center, they familiar confident sass in his walk as he sang and danced. He looked so… animated, and you couldn’t look away. From they way his lips moved to his his body went along with the music perfectly, it was impossible for you to look away.

As the part ended you got around for the remote, pointing it to the tv and restarting that part once again. It went again, and you replayed it again, and again, and again. At this point you’ve lost count of how pant times you’ve watched this part and decided you needed to move on to finish the face cam, but after his part went again and you let it continue on, your fingers twitched with the need to see it again.

Your brain was telling you to play it again and you listened.

“What is it about this? Why can’t I… look away?” Just then the door moved open just as you replayed his part again. The laughter of fur boys quickly filled the somewhat silent space, and you felt a smile creep onto your lips as you heard them put their things down.

“Hey Y/n! What’cha watching?” Jisung asked, standing behind the couch and bending over it so he was next to you, eyes on the tv. Right then Minho was in the center again, doing the part that has you trapped in a never ending loop.

“Minho’s face cam. I was bored and found this one and now I can’t stop watching it.” You answered bluntly, not really caring how you sounded while replaying the tv for the nth time that hour.

Jisung held back his chuckle, walking away from the couch to go grab your boyfriend. Minho was listening to something Jeongin was saying when the quokka tapped his shoulder, and Minho reluctantly took his gaze off of the youngest to him.

“What? Cant you see Jeonginnie is telling me a very important sorry right now?”

“I was making fun of how Changbin nearly hit his head on the wall—“

“See, important.” Jisung sighed.

“Your girlfriend is watching your Tiger Inside face cam and I think she’s obsessed with it. She’s been replaying it since we got back.” That got his attention and Jisung knew that. One of his favorite things to do was use your name to get Minho to listen to him, which usually resulted in getting scolded or a sulking Minho because you weren’t coming to see him like Sung had said.

Minho sighed and switched spots with the younger, chubby cheeked male, telling him to listen to Jeongins story (that wasn’t even a story, he wants to add) so he can go see you. Jisung nodded, more than happy to listen to their makanae speak.

Making his way to the living room, he say you watching his most replayed part from that performance he he smirked, loving the affect he had on you. Seeming to sense his presence, you turn around, finally looking away from the tv to give him a stare.

“What?” He teased, sitting on the couch next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him. You happily cuddled into his side, but continued to give him the stare.

“Did you put some kind of drug into your vocal cords before this performance,” you gesture to the tv. “Or what?” Holding back laughter was something Minho was usually good at, but seeing the seriousness of your face face him break into giggles.

The sudden noise caught you off guard and you scowled, not wanting him to laugh but to give you answers. “Y-Yah! This isn’t a laughing matter Min! I’m serious, do you drug your vocal cords so people can’t stop watching your part over and over again?” God you’re so cute.

Minho let out one lays chuckle before pulling you into a kiss, his hand holding firmly on the back of your neck so you can’t pull away to grill him further. You put up no fight, practically melting into his touch.

Once again, Minho loved the affect he had on you.

Breaking away, Minho kissed your cheek, giving you a smug smile that told you he was going to tease you.

“You like my voice that much baby?”

“You drugged it!”

“Did not! I’m just an amazing singer.” You froze, racking your brain for a good comeback.

“Well yes of course you’re an amazing singer, but you still did something to your voice for that performance!” Grip still firm on your neck Minho pulled your closer, tilting your head to look at him.

“You said the same thing when you heard Taste.” You groaned. He really is impossible. You half-heartedly punch his chest, closing your eyes momentarily to focused of the feeling of his hand on the back of your neck before your re-opened them.

“Well yeah you’re not wrong—“

“You actually say that when you hear me sing all the time.” Uh oh, busted. You chuckled, shaking your head before nudging his chin with your nose. “I just love your voice and don’t understand how it’s so amazing— how you’re so amazing.” You whisper. It’s only for him to hear and he knows that.

Minho lives off of your praise and you know that, wanting to make sure he knows he’s missing and his loved he is the best you can. Said male seals your lips together again, slow and passionate. You only breaks apart at the sound of fake, over dramatic gagging.

The both of you whip your heads around to see Hyunjin hunched over, giving you both a disgusted look that has you snickering.

“Go somewhere else with all that lovey-dovey kissy stuff, some of us are trying to go on with our lives.” He whines, crossing his arms other his chest.

Minho smirks at the blonde. “I am too. She’s my life.” The younger once again gagged, moving away as though the room stinks. You laugh, pinching his bicep to regain his attention.

“Why’d you have to gross poor Jin out?” He pouts.

“He asked for it. ‘M not gonna stop loving on you because they’re here. It makes me wanna love you more so they know you’re my baby.” You let his chest with an adoring smile.

“I think they know that already Minho.” Not to Minho they don’t. He wants to make sure these idiots know that you’re his and that they can’t have you (even though, none of them would dare steal you away from him, they think you’re to cute together).

Minho pulls your closer so his lips are right next to your ear, a smirk replacing the sweet smile he had earlier. “Baby, if you wanna hear my voice you can always just say that. You know that if you ask nicely, I’ll give you anything you want.” His voice is almost breathless in your ear, and your whole body stiffens.

He’s got you right where he wants you.

“Now c’mon, wanna hear you sing for me next.” He grabbed your hand, dragging you off of the couch n’s away from the tv. The look on his face told you that tonight, you would be calling in sick for work tomorrow.

Because you are going nowhere, anytime soon.

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Oh poor Wooyoung. Sending love and support to him and his family as we speak. Please rest in peace sir🙏🕊️

[221126] Fancafe Update : Notice on ATEEZ Member Wooyoung’s Grandfather’s Passing

Hello. This is KQ Entertainment. It is with great regret that we announce that ATEEZ member Wooyoung’s grandfather has passed away. Please pray for the soul of the deceased and we ask for warm comfort and encouragement for Wooyoung. As a result, he is unable to attend the PLAY82 WITH ATEEZ in New York fansigning event that was scheduled to be held on November 25th in the US. The fansigning event will be held with 7 members, excluding member Wooyoung. The content related to his birthday will be uploaded and proceed as before; however, the YouTube live and official fancafe comment party have been temporarily postponed. We will give you notice again in the future regarding it. ATINY, we ask that you please understand. Thank you.

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God I love him so much he’s so perfect

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Bro I swear I’m ON MY KNEES I need a relationship like this halp me

— bunny. part two.

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, neighbours!au. content: 18+ minors dni. chapter warnings below cut. word count: 5.4k

summary: after leaving your toxic relationship, you and your bunny are completely alone in the world—until your soft spoken neighbour slowly brings down your walls.

⇢ part one .

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Someone tell me in DETAIL how do I ingrain this work into my brain forever? TELL ME

— bunny

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, neighbours!au. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 7.2k

summary: after leaving your toxic relationship, you and your bunny are completely alone in the world—until your soft spoken neighbour slowly brings down your walls.

a/n: reached 1k since i last posted. thank you for following, i appreciate you. this is my longest yet, i really hope you like it.

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I’m so soft rn I can’t handle this. Yunho you bastard, making me kick my feet😒

into the aurora - chapter twenty-seven (ot8)

chapter twenty-seven: closer, and closer quarters

chapter summary: you spend some time at home, seizing the little moments as they come

warnings: quickies, semi-public sex, rough-ish sex, fingering, dirty talk, shower sex, wake-up sex but not cnc/somno, oral (f receiving), cockwarming, slow/intimate sex, dirty talk, general suggestive content

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut

word count: 5.8K

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Being alone in the dorms with only one of them at a time is a rarity, and you’ve gotten used to stealing private moments with them as they come regardless of who’s home. Up to this point, it’s always just fervent makeouts in the kitchen or slipping away into the shower together as quietly as possible. It isn’t usually in the middle of the living room in the middle of the day, but that doesn’t stop either of you when you realize five of the eight are out, with San sleeping in his room, and Hongjoong working upstairs for once. 

Yunho has you up and over his lap the instant it connects for you both that the dorms are quiet, an afternoon of innuendos bubbling up between you and spilling over with fevered hands pulling at each other’s clothes. 

He groans when you spread your legs to straddle him, dropping your clothed core over his hardening cock, “I can’t believe you’re wearing that skirt,” 

“Too much?” you tease, loving the response you’ve been getting from him all day. 

His hands coast up your thighs and grip your hips firmly, his pupils blown out with desire as he looks down at where his hands disappear under the hemline, “Sweetheart, I’m going to fucking ruin you.” 

Your muscles tense at his words, a sharp throbbing in your core and you can’t help the little whine that bubbles up from your throat. Things with Yunho since that first night have been getting heated, finding new ways to push your limits, opening up an aggressive side of him that you didn’t realize you were starving for. You want him to cage you in and take what he wants, and you want desperately to please him. 

“Do you want that?” He slides a hand off your hip to undo his jeans and you raise up a little higher, so he has the access he needs to push his pants down just enough to free his cock. 

“Please, baby,” you drop your hips down again, brushing along his thick length but he shakes his head, one hand holding you steady at the waist while the other dips between your legs and pushes your panties to the side, two of his long fingers sinking inside you with practiced ease. 

“You’re soaked,” he says, holding your gaze steady as he fingers scissor open, “come here,” 

His hands lock onto your hips, lifting you up, and you brace yourself on his shoulders. As he guides you down you feel the head of his cock nudging your wet folds, but your underwear is slipping back into place and the angle isn’t quite right. His jaw sets, and he tugs fast and hard at the side of your panties, the thin fabric giving way with ease, and you gasp against his mouth, “Yunho!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he shrugs and snaps the other side open, pulling the loose fabric out from between you and tossing it on the floor. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” you manage, and he rolls his eyes, flipping the front of your skirt up so he can better see where to direct his cock. 

“Do you want me inside you or not?” He nudges your clit with the head of his cock, moving to tease your entrance. 

He’s still holding most of your weight, lifting you easily as you brace on his shoulder, and your walls clench at his words, your hips trying to press down to get more friction but held in place. “Yunho, please, fuck me already,” your fingers fist his t-shirt. 

He looks up at you, a small smile on his lips, before he lines himself up properly and pulls you down onto his length in one smooth motion, seating his cock fully inside you and stretching you open fast. Your curse tumbles into a sharp moan, the feeling of him hot and sudden, and you’re already trying to catch your breath. At your cry he shushes you, but still rocks his hips under you to shift his cock inside you, “There we go, baby,” 

“You feel so fucking good,” you drop onto Yunho’s shoulder, your lips against the soft skin of his throat. 

“Move,” he urges you, dragging your hips forwards and back with his hands, “ride me,”

You lift your hips and drop them down, dragging him halfway out of you before sinking inside again, but you stay leaned against him, panting against his neck, and he shakes his head. He pushes you back to sit above him and nods, “Be good,” he murmurs, his voice suddenly low and firm and you instantly comply, letting him hold you so you can focus on riding him just right. 

His mouth drops open and his face tightens. You love this look, knowing that you and your body makes him crazy, bringing him so quickly to the tip of his own pleasure. You tense your walls around him, and he groans, before he roughly pulls down the top of your shirt so that your breasts spill out, fully on display and propped up a little by the bunched-up fabric. He dives forwards and latches onto your nipple, sucking it firmly and rolling his tongue against it, his teeth gently crazing your skin. Your head is swimming, and you grip him to you, your hips stuttering in their pace at the sudden change of position. 

Yunho breaks away from your breast and pulls your mouth down to his hard and fast, kissing you desperately, messy and panting, and his arms wrap around you to drag you down again on his cock. He shifts, using his leverage with his feet on the floor to shift down and give his hips the room he needs to move. 

“Fuck,” you pant, “Yunho, more,” 

He thrusts up into you, roughly pulling up the back of your skirt as he reaches around you to palm your ass, using his grip there as leverage to direct your hips down into his thrusts. "That’s my good girl,” He croons, knowing his words will send you spiraling. 

The knot of building pressure in your core is hot, the drag of his cock perfect across the soft spot inside you, and it brings you up fast. You’re trying hard not to make too much noise, but you can’t help it. 

“Baby,” he grips the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, “be quiet.” At his command he clamps down his opposite hand across your mouth, stifling your moans and holding you firmly. He quickens his hips, and you scramble for purchase, locking a hand in his t-shirt. Your thighs are shaking as you try to hold yourself up, pleasure running up your body in waves, but he holds you steady. 

In a rush your body locks up and you curl, your eyes shut tight and a cry against the hand over your lips. Yunho rocks into you again, “There she is,” he says softly, his voice hard and low and your eyes flutter open, your body melting into him. 

His hand slips from your mouth and he lifts you off him, sliding out from under you, and you’re shaking off the haze of your orgasm, fully confused, “Did you come?” You’re pretty sure you would have noticed that, but he doesn’t respond. 

You’re about to drop down on the couch and turn towards him when his hands descend on you, moving you immediately forwards so that your front is flush with the back of the couch, still on your knees. He maneuvers you further, dragging your hips up so that he can stand behind you and push his still throbbing cock back inside. The angle is perfect and standing he can control things so much better. 

“Oh my god,” you grip the back of the couch and your head hangs between your arms as he fucks you. 

He’s panting behind you, a groan on his lips as he moves faster now, your skirt pushed up over your hips and his hands planted on the plush skin of your ass, gripping you desperately as he loses himself. “Oh fuck,” his fingers tighten, and you feel him start to hit harder, adjusting his pace. 

“Just like that,” you reach back with one hand for him, and he grips your forearm, using the leverage to his advantage. 

The sound of a door upstairs startles you both, but he can’t stop, not now, and he clenches his jaw. You know he’s close, and you hold yourself steady and silent, glancing up to the stairs to see if you’re going to get caught. The sudden promise of it rushes heat through you and you gasp, choking back a moan. You don’t see the way Yunho watches the stairs more carefully than you, and at the sound of the upstairs bathroom door shutting he refocuses, only a few more hard thrusts until he spills his release hot inside of you and collapses over your back. 

You’re trembling still when he pulls away from you and you hear him pull up his jeans and slide up the zipper. “Come here, baby,” he pulls you up off your collapsed position on the back of the couch and drops your skirt over you, reaching around to your front and righting your top over your breasts. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper again, and when you hear Hongjoong moving around upstairs again, Yunho makes a few more moves quickly and quietly. 

He tucks your torn panties into his back pocket and picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around him as he quickly moves past the stairs on the lower level and into the bathroom. He deposits you gently on the countertop next to the sink and then turns to push the door shut, leaning his back heavily against it and finally taking a second to catch his breath. 

“That was insane,” he says, grinning at you. He’s a mess, completely fucked out, mouth red and cheeks blushed pink, his black hair mussed with sweat. 

You can’t really figure out how to respond, your head’s still spinning and full but you nod and focus on catching your breath after the adrenaline rush. 

After a beat he meets your eyes, “You okay?”

“Mm,” you nod, “my brain’s not working yet,” 

He chuckles and pushes off the door, clicking the lock and crossing to turn on the shower. While it warms, you both peel off your clothes, and he pulls you into the relaxing spray as soon as it's ready. He crowds you back against the tile wall almost instantly, the cool tiles against your skin making you shiver as he presses into your space and kisses you again, his fingers slipping between your folds and rolling over your wet clit. 

You hum against his mouth and drop your head back against the tile, “Yunho,”

His fingers work you slow this time, circling in just the way you like, and you open your legs a little wider to give him better access. “You like that, pretty?” 

You nod, open mouthed and a little dazed, his broad shoulder angling over you to block the direct spray of water and he smiles down at you, tongue against his teeth, as he watches you come apart again. 

“Can you give me another?” He coaxes you, sliding two fingers inside you easily and curling them perfectly. 

You nod, a little frantic as your body trembles, and you hang onto him desperately, your nails digging softly into his skin. 

He leans in close, his lips against your ear as he works his hand between your thighs, “Come for me then,” he says, husky and soft. 

His fingers press down harder on your swollen clit, and you come apart in his hands, falling forwards against his chest as he fingers you through the crest of your orgasm, a stammered moan and a curse on your lips, “Yunho, I’m,” your brain whites out and you clamp your legs shut around his hand. 

“There we go,” he sighs, straightening back up and holding your trembling body against his. 

You ease off his chest and lean back against the tile wall, smiling up at him and feeling like jelly. 

He catches your lip softly with his thumb and smiles before sighing and dropping his head back into the warm water to wet his hair, and you can hardly believe how functional he is right now after how he just fucked you. 

“There’s no way they won’t know you just fucked me into the floor,” he laughs at your words and shakes his head. 

“Into the couch,” he corrects, “but maybe we shouldn’t advertise that,” 

“Good idea,” you smile. 

Lathering his shampoo he smirks, “And we always know,” 

You blanch. 

“The walls aren’t as thick as you think,” he shrugs, “and you always get this dreamy look after,” he taps the tip of your nose softly and leaves a collection of suds. 

“Oh my god,” you shake your head, “I’m ignoring this,” 

“It’s cute,” he shrugs. 

You had thought you and the boys were being subtle, slipping away to your bedroom most of the time when the dorms were less active, but of course you had been wrong. You roll your eyes and ignore his teases, “There’s no way you always know,” 

“Mm,” He narrows his eyes, “you don’t come as quietly as you think you do,” 

Pink blush lights up your cheeks, “Yunho, stop,” 

“What?” He turns back towards you and sees your mortified face, “Oh, no, come on it’s cute,” 

“Me being so loud I disrupt the whole household is not cute, Jeong Yunho!” You flick him with the spray of the shower and sigh heavily. 

“I didn’t say that,” He grins, shaking his head, “besides, I don’t think any of us are complaining. We probably spend more time being jealous we didn’t get to you first,” 

“God,” You drop your face into your hands. 

“Sweetheart, don’t,” He pulls your hands away, tugging you into his broad chest, “never be embarrassed or shy about this,” 

“Easy for you to say,” 

“No,” He dips forward and kisses you, dragging your wet body up against his and running his hands down your back, “you’re incredibly sexy, especially when you’re letting yourself enjoy things and not overthinking. So, don’t overthink this,” 

“Right,” You press a kiss to his chest before pushing back into the water so you can wash your hair. 

Yunho prods you a few times while you shower together, teasing and flirty, barely keeping his hands off you. By the time you stumble out of the shower together, you just can’t quite stop yanking him back down to kiss you. You’re mid flirtatious conversation when you open the bathroom door and start into the hall, wearing nothing but one of the towels tucked around you. Yunho follows you out, his own towel slung low around his hips, and he catches your hand just as you make it into the hall to pull you back one more time into him, when you realize you’re not alone. 

“Conserving water?” Jongho raises an eyebrow, and Wooyoung behind him peels into hysterical laughter, sharp and high pitched. 

“Not you too,” You push Yunho off you and cup your burning cheeks. 

“Relax,” As Jongho moves past you he dips closer to steal a quick kiss, “I’m only teasing,” 

“I know,” You smile, watching as he jogs up the steps to the top level of the dorms. 

Yunho disappears into his bedroom, a smile still plastered on his face, and Wooyoung gives you one pointed eyebrow raise before disappearing around the corner back into the main room, but he calls over his shoulder, “I’m feeling left out, just so you know,” 

“Woo,” You groan, “shut up,” 

“Mhm, sure,” He throws you a grin when you have to walk past him to make it to your bedroom. 

Tucking yourself away in your room, you get dressed and relax for a little while until you hear a knock on your door a little while later. 

“Come in!” You sit up in bed, tossing your phone to the side. 

Yeosang pokes his head in, “You busy?” 

“Not really,” You smile. 

“I got you something,” He slides your door open further with his foot and holds up a small white pastry bag and bubble tea, “you like the pearl milk tea, right?” 

“Yeah,” You push off your bed reach for him, grinning, “this is so nice, Yeo, thank you,”

“It’s no problem,” He kisses your cheek and passes off your treats. 

“Is everyone home, then?” You take a sip of your milk tea. 

Yeosang nods, smiling warmly at you, “You want to come hang out?” 

“Yeah,” You follow him out into the living room, “what’s going on?” You ask as you size up Jongho hooking a game console up to the TV. 

“They have a bet,” He collapses down onto the couch cushions, gesturing towards Wooyoung and Jongho who are getting their controllers. 

“Oh?” You drop down next to Yeosang, snuggling into his side and dipping into your pastry bag, “what’s going on?” 

“No idea,” Yeosang says with a shrug. 

“I thought you were on my side!” Wooyoung tosses a cushion at Yeosang but it collides with your cheek. 

“Oh my god, whatever you’re playing don’t make me kick your ass at it too,” You toss the pillow back at him and he catches it in one hand, a grin on his face. 

“I’d destroy you,” He narrows his eyes. 

“Doubtful,” You fire back. 

Yunho and San make their way out to the main room too and you watch as San dips over the back of the couch to land squarely between Jongho and Wooyoung. 

“Jongho is going to murder you in Mario Kart,” Yunho says as he walks towards the kitchen. 

“Oh, fuck off,” Wooyoung gripes as the game starts up. 

“He lacks focus,” Jongho smiles, and Wooyoung kicks his thigh. 

Yunho returns from the kitchen with a water bottle and leans against the bar. You glance over to him, meeting his eyes as he takes a long gulp of water, and his eyebrow quirks up, staring at you a little pointedly. Your eyebrows knit together as you go for another sip of your tea, and at your confusion his eyes flick down and back up. You gasp, coughing on the tea and tapioca balls, and lean forwards as you catch your breath and clear your throat. 

“You okay, love?” Yeosang rubs your back, patting it softly like you would do to a baby. 

“Fine,” You wheeze, “just fine,” 

You want to wipe the cheeky smile off Yunho’s face. Now, as you settle back against Yeosang you can’t stop fixating on how you’re cuddling in the exact spot Yunho fucked you on earlier. He seems beyond pleased at this little fact. 

Your attention is pulled away though, Wooyoung and Jongho arguing over which map to play, and San rolling his eyes before moving to your side of the couch. He picks up your legs with ease and drops them over his lap. Within an hour, all eight of your boys are home and crowded around the TV. 

Schedules are about to get so much worse, with the holidays around the corner complete with extra special stages, and a January comeback full of promotional content to film, you have to take these moments while you can. You have to savor them. 

You find yourself committing little bits of your time with them to memory, holding even the smallest things close. 

The way Wooyoung can’t help but comment on absolutely everything. San’s fingers tapping a song out on your shin. Yeosang’s whispered commentary. The way Yunho seems to make up choreography to any beat and does little isolated movements to every map’s music. Hongjoong working despite the chaos, but smiling at being in the middle of it all, at the center of his family. The way Jongho’s jaw sets tight when he’s concentrating. Mingi’s silent laugh, mouth wide and body curling in on himself. Seonghwa’s animated cheering, stoking the flames of competition. 

You file every little thing away, as if it might suddenly fade. As if tomorrow you’d wake and this would all turn out to be a dream, the only things left these little moments of them. You fantasize about freezing time, about stopping just here in the middle of November and keeping everything for yourselves. You know it’s just a daydream, a tiny wish and prayer inside, but for now you just hold it close. For now, that's all you can do. 

Later that night, you wake in a haze, sudden arousal spreading through you and blush already blooming in your cheeks. It takes a minute in the dim light to register what’s happening, but one of your lovers is placing warm, slow kisses over your bare abdomen and gently stroking the swollen bundle of nerves between your thighs. It takes a moment to remember how you got here, but your brain flicks through dinner with the boys, cuddling on the couch, little moments with each of them before Hongjoong pulled you away for a little time together. A second shower, a quiet cup of tea, falling asleep early with the light still on, Jongho turning it off a little while later and kissing you goodnight. 

Fingers dip slowly inside you, and judging by how slick you feel, he must have been touching you softly for a while, easing you into consciousness with gentle moments of pleasure. 

You keep still though, not wanting to let him know you’re awake just yet, enjoying the feeling of your body being fully pliant in his hands. Warm breath spreads over your skin, and he adjusts your legs open just a little wider so that he can slot himself between them. 

Your breath catches a little when you feel his tongue lap a soft stripe through your folds, flicking delicately over your clit as he works you up. He reaches a hand up and cups your breast, his thumb passing directly over your hardened nipple, and when he squeezes you ever so gently, you recognize the hands. 

You moan softly as he lightly sucks your clit, “Yeo,” 

“Morning, love,” He murmurs from between your thighs. 

Your eyes open again and you look down between your legs to see his mop of freshly bleached blonde hair, “B-baby,” your words cut off as he sucks you again. 

“Relax,” He eases you, and the combination of his words and the pleasure he delivers has you easing back down into the sheets in a minute. 

You register immediately that it’s not morning, morning, not really, and you swivel your head to check the clock on your nightstand. The clock reads two and you reach for him, weaving your fingers into his hair until he lifts his mouth up off your slick slit to regard you. 

“What?” He breathes, his mouth wet from your arousal. 

“It’s two,” Your hand slides to cup his cheek, “are you okay?” 

“Should I have let you sleep?” He squeezes your hip. 

“I don’t care about that,” You sigh. 

“I just needed you,” He explains, eyes darting down, “and I knew you weren’t with anyone tonight, so,” 

“Come up here,” You take his hand and tug him up so that he’s next to you instead of between your thighs. 

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, dropping a kiss on your shoulder, “are you not in the mood? We don’t have to do anything,” 

In truth, you’re a little achy and feeling raw, the sex with Yunho earlier a little harder than it usually was. Not to mention the way that Hongjoong had pinned you up against the wall in his bedroom only a few hours later, taking you fast and rough until he spilled himself inside you. 

“It’s not that,” You assure him, but saying little else, not wanting to reveal every detail of your time with your other partners. 

“Okay,” Yeosang trails off, moving to spoon you, “is something wrong?” 

You love the way he is with you, soft and gentle and lovely until everything clicks into place and he fucks you hard until you’re spinning out in an ecstatic haze, but it would be too much. You settle on shaking your head and taking his hand in yours, “Not at all, I’m just… a little,” 

He pushes up on his elbow, drawing your face towards his so he can meet your eyes in the low light, and you can see his furrowed brow as he tries to make sense of your hazy words. When you don’t continue he prompts you a little further, “A little?”

You sigh, “Sore,” 

“Oh,” His brows raise, and he chuckles, “that’s okay,” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” You twist in his arms to clarify, “and getting woken up like that was… really, really good, but you know usually we, you’re,” 

“Too rough?” He supplies. 

“For tonight,” You nod, “I’m sorry,” 

“Why are you apologizing?” He dips forward to kiss you, his hands warmly stroking up your back, “You can say no,” 

“I know,” You sigh, “but still, it would be nice,” 

He smiles, tucking your hair back behind your ear and shaking his head, “y/n,” he murmurs, “we definitely don’t have to do a thing, but you know I can be gentle too, I can be whatever you need. I like what you like,” He clarifies, snuggling a little closer, “and normally you ask me to go harder, but I don’t have to,” 

“I thought that’s what you liked,” You blurt out. 

“I do,” He kisses the nervous expression right off your face, “but I also just like making you happy, don’t be so worried about what I need,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” His hand coasts down your body and cups your hip before slipping behind to squeeze the plush skin of your ass, “so if you want something tonight, I can do whatever you need. If not, I’d love to sleep over,” 

You giggle against his mouth, “Definitely yes, sleep over,” 

“Perfect,” He shifts in your bed, maneuvering you in his arms so that he can spoon you again, “warm me up, then,” 

You pull his arms around you more tightly beneath the blankets and keep him close, your back neatly against his chest. Relaxing together you settle back towards sleep, but after the way he woke you, you can still feel the ache and pulse between your thighs. You could go to sleep, you could ignore it and just focus on the steady rhythm of his breath, but the ache won’t let you be. Yeosang shifts his hips a little, tucking his knees up behind yours, and you feel the stiff line of his cock pressing hard against your backside. 

“Yeo,” You murmur in the dark. 

“Hmm?” 

“Could we,” You swallow tightly, your mind narrowing in on what you need as the words leave you, “I mean, could we try something?” 

“Whatever you want,” He kisses your hair. 

“Let me warm you like this,” You reach back behind you, finding his bare hip so you can draw him closer. 

“What do you,” He starts to say but he sighs when your hand finds his prone cock and you shift to wide your legs a little, “oh,” 

“I need you too,” You murmur, “so let me feel you,” 

He slides forward a little, the head of his cock nudging up against your wet entrance, and you sigh pleasantly as he sinks inside you slowly. 

“This okay?” He checks as he fully seats himself inside, his fingers massaging your hip gently. 

“Mm,” You nod, settling back into the pillows, “you feel perfect,” 

He settles, wrapping you up in his embrace, and kisses your skin again, “Then let’s sleep, love,” 

You rest in each other’s arms a while, the sensation of his hot length buried inside you filling you with a different kind of warmth and comfort. You could stay like this for ages, and with your hands pressed together you brush your thumb over his palm. It’s the calmest you’ve felt in days, and you relax into the sensation. 

It isn’t until his cock twitches just a little when he shifts his hips, a little drag of him in and out of your core, that you realize you want more. 

“Yeo,” You rock your hips a little, grinding down slowly to feel more, “I need you,” 

He sighs heavily, like he had been holding a tight breath, and he smooths his hands over your body, one spread wide over your stomach and the other over your chest, cupping your breast, “Thank God,” 

“Just,” You moan softly as he starts to pump his hips, “go slow for me,” 

His movements were slow to begin with but he takes even more time, before kissing your shoulder and murmuring, “How’s that, baby?” 

It’s torturously slow, but exactly what you need. Easy warmth spreads through you, Yeosang’s movements so controlled that you’re able to sink inside the singular feeling of his cock pushing in and out of your tight channel, “Just like that,” 

“Just like that?” He smiles, using his arms around you as leverage to assist the slow push and pull of your body, “You’re so beautiful,” 

“Mm, fuck,” You sigh, bubbling building low in your body. 

“Do I feel good, love?” He sighs hot against your hair. 

You moan quietly in response, letting your eyes close, “So good,” you murmur, “you feel so good inside me,” 

“Mm,” He kisses your neck, “Your pussy takes me perfectly every time,” 

You curse softly, letting your head drop back against him. 

“So tight around me,” He groans, pumping into you perfectly, “so warm and wet, your pretty pussy,” 

He knows exactly what he’s doing, talking you into an orgasm with his heady whispers to make up for the slow motion of his hips. You sigh, melting into his arms, a gentle pant on your lips. 

“Is that all it takes?” He teases, nipping at your skin, “just my cock stretching you open and you’ll come just like that?” 

“Fuck, Yeo,” Your legs are starting to tremble. 

“It is,” He squeezes your shaking thigh, “you just want to be stuffed full, don’t you?” 

A rolling flush of heat passes through you, and your hips start to rock a little more as you chase the feeling of your orgasm, “Please,” you shudder, “keep talking,” 

“Mm,” He groans, “I didn’t know I could still fuck you dumb like this,” 

“Oh!” You grip down on his hand, your eyes pressed shut tightly. 

“So easy,” His voice is low and rough, “coming all over my cock like this,” 

You’re a second away, your back arching up and your free hand gripping down on the sheets. 

“I’m going to come inside this pretty pussy,” His fingers flex and he holds you tighter, “isn’t that what you want? I know it’s what you need, baby,” 

One more word and you know you’ll crumble. 

“Come, beautiful,” He directs you, “let me hear you,” 

“Yeo,” You moan, your release pulling you apart and your walls pulsing around him, “fuck, oh god,” 

“I’m so close,” His voice breaks, “y/n,” 

“Come, come,” You beg him, “don’t stop,” 

He shudders, his thrusts picking up the pace just a little so that he reaches his own release. His hands stay soft on your body, holding you close and trying not to hurt you, but he needs more, just a bit more, and he groans as he fucks into you. 

“Yes, yes,” You nod against his shoulder, “please, Yeo, I need it,” 

His breath catches tightly in his throat when he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside you and goes completely still, panting against your back, warmth pooling inside you as he fills you. “God,” He sighs, “I’ve never, ever, touched anyone as perfect as you,” 

His praise fills you with flooding warmth and you kiss his bicep where his arm wraps around you, “Please,” 

“No,” He cuddles you closer, nuzzling into your back, “I mean it, I love your body,” 

Your brain somersaults at his words but you blink hard and open your eyes, “That was so good,” you sigh, diverting him away. You can’t hear it again. 

“Mhm,” He sighs, his cock still deep inside you though it’s starting to soften. When he finally recovers enough to pull out, he does so slowly and watches you for any reaction, “how do you feel?” 

“Delicious,” You smile, answering honestly and tugging him close, “don’t worry,” 

“Come here,” He murmurs as he shifts around behind you, and you moan once more when he presses his thumbs to the small of your back, “are your hips a little sore?” 

You sigh, nodding. 

“Alright,” He soothes, “let me help and then I’m sure you’ll sleep better,” 

“After that I think I’m going to sleep well no matter what,” You smile. 

“Shush,” He massages your back, “I like taking care of you,” 

“You all do,” You sigh, sinking into his touch, “sometimes I think this is a dream,” 

He chuckles, “It’s not a dream,”

“Then luck, maybe,” 

“Maybe fate,” He says, kissing your shoulder, “we wouldn’t have met you if you didn’t get stranded,” 

“Maybe,” You tuck your face into the pillow as he moves his hands to massage your hips. 

“How’s that feeling?” He murmurs. 

“Much better,” 

He gives you a little more, and then shuffles forwards again to gather you into his arms, “You deserve to have someone take care of you,” 

“Is that so?” You smile. 

Yeosang yawns and stretches until he’s shifted into the perfect position tucked up behind you, “Everyone does, love,” 

He’s asleep before you can answer, his warm breath pulsing against your shoulder as he drops off into the steady wave of sleep. For a split second you want to tell him everything - confess how truly long it’s been since anyone has taken care of you. Tell him how much it means that he does, that they all do. You want to open up and let it all spill out, let him give you soft words of comfort and knit you back together. 

Threads of your past flutter by as you close your eyes. They’re so close to knowing all of you, to really seeing you. 

You know you need to let them soon. Just not tonight.

[halotopicecream]

Holy wow holy wow holy wow

you like that mommy?

changbin x gn!reader

mature audiences only (18+) | changbin has a mommy kink but not in the way you think | unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) | just filth

♡ taglist: @drunkwater @starlostseungmin @moon-320 @yvniek4ng @i-am-silver @heartsforhyunjin @snow-pegasus @chriscentric @abiaswreck @septicrebel @spicyfrogbrain

When Changbin told you he had a mommy kink you didn’t really think twice about it. Even though you had never tried it out before you were willing to try anything once.

“You don’t think it’s weird right,” Changbin bit nervously at his lip, staring up at you as he awaited your answer.

You shook your head as you reached out to run your fingers though his wavy locks.

“It’s not weird at all. Lots of people like to call their partner that in bed. I’ve never had anyone call me that before but if it’s something you like—.”

Changbin cut you off with a shake of his head.

“No it’s not—I don’t want to call you mommy.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as he avoided your gaze.

“What do you—oh, oh.”

Changbin huffed as he covered his face.

“Weird right?”

You gently removed his hands from his face, his brown eyes hesitantly meeting yours.

“Baby nothing you like is weird. If that’s something you like then I’m all for it.”

Changbin’s shoulders seemed to slump with relief at that.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Everything was indeed not okay. Not in a bad way either but the thought of calling a big, buff man such as your boyfriend mommy in bed had never crossed you mind, not once. However, as you watched Changbin go feral beneath you at the name leaving your lips, you’re sure the thought would never leave.

“You feel so good mommy,” you whine, fingers squeezing at the plushness of Changbin’s chest as you hips work against his.

Changbin grunts at the name, fingertips bruising your sides as he grinds his hips up harder into you.

It’s desperate and messy, just how you like it.

“Oh yeah? Is my baby feeling good?”

A whimper escapes you as his tip brushes against the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Changbin was great in bed but something—something had shifted in him at the new title that had him fucking you in a way that he never had before.

“Use your words baby.”

You go limp in his hold, hips not meeting his halfway anymore as you fall against his chest.

“M’feels so good.”

Changbin’s hips never falter once, thrusting hard and deep into your abused hole.

“Who’s making you feel good baby?”

Your mouth is open, drooling against his chest. His nipple is slick with your saliva and you think you could come at the sight. You feel Changbin’s soft touch against your face, pulling you from your thoughts momentarily as you meet Changbin’s darkened gaze.

“Tell me bun,” his voice is soft, cooing almost; a stark contrast from his harsh thrusts.

“Y-You mommy. Making me feel so good, so full of you.”

You gasped as his cock slipped further into you, reaching places you had never felt his dick before. Your walls gripped his length, pulling a beautiful sound from his lips.

“Shit—can I come in you baby?”

You nodded rapidly against his chest, tongue poking out to lick lazily at his glistening bud.

“P-please give it to me,” you cry out when Changbin’s angles his dick just right.

“Wanna be filled with mommy’s cum.”

At your words Changbin thrusts into you once, twice and then he’s filling you up with a load moan. You gasp at the feeling, walls clenching harshly around him as you reach your own high.

When the two of you come back down, Changbin captures your lips in a soft kiss.

“God I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You smile against his lips before pressing another peck to them.

“I love you too mommy.”

[halotopicecream]

{10:20}

Tw: afab, blowjob, handjob, self praise, DIRTY TALK,

“Fuck! P-please baby, need to cum…” Seungmin moaned out, hands twitching at his side. He wanted to reach out and grab you, to hold you while you worked him dry of every sane thought in his head. But your instructions were clear: no touching, no moving your hands.

After the concert you heard Seungmin talking to himself in the mirror. He was saying how he hated his smile, how he wished he was more attractive and alluring like his other members. The words broke your heart. Your baby didn’t know how gorgeous he was and how loved and admired he was.

You needed to show him how handsome he was. How beautiful he was.

So when you got home you slipped on his favorite lingerie set and slipped a robe over it. Then you took his hand and guided him to your bedroom and sat him down on the bed, holding his face before bringing him into a deep, passionate kiss. Seungmin was immediately putty in your hands. He was stubborn and usually the dominant one when it came to the bedroom, but when you kissed him like that? Oh he was at your beck-and-call.

“I heard what you said to yourself back in the dressing room.” You mumbled, kissing down his warm neck, over his sensitive spots. Seungmin hissed, reaching up and holding your hips to ground himself. “I wanna show you how gorgeous you truly are Min. Will you let me?” You pull away from his neck to stare straight into his eyes, asking for permission. Without a second thought Seungmin nodded. “Words love.” “Yes.” “Good boy.” A shiver went down his spine.

Gently, you pushed his shoulders to lie him on the bed, leaving you standing. You undid the knot around your waist, letting the robe belt come undone and fall open and the robe fall off of your shoulders, no longer hiding your body away. Seungmin released a shaky breath, fists clenching around the sheets. You moved to plant another kiss to his lips, sliding your hands up his body then back down to the hem of his shirt. You slowly pulled it up his chest, giving him time to tell you to stop, but he never stopped you. You threw the shirt to the ground before trailing your kisses down his chest.

Seungmin tilted his head back, eyes closed and mouth hung open as soft sighs and moans fell through. Subconscious he brought his arm up to cover his face, but you stopped him. “Uh uh Min, new rule: hands at your sides. Don’t move them. And no touching. Tonight is about you baby.” Seungmin didn’t like that.

He loved touching you, having his hands on you one way or another. But this took that away. He wasn’t going to go against you, he never would, but he still didn’t like it. But if keeping his hands down and to himself would keep you from stopping then he’ll never move another inch.

Your kisses trail lower and lower until your at his waistband. Your fingers tease the fabric, and Seungmin wants nothing more than to dip the clothes away and just let you touch him freely. But he knew that’s not what you want. You want to hear his voice. You want to hear what he wants from you. And while Seungmin is not the most fond of submitting easily, he’s to needy to put up a fight.

“Please take them off baby… need you to touch me more.” You seem pleased with this. You undo the bottom of his pants then pull down his zipper. Pulling the jeans down and tossing them somewhere in the room. You came face to face with his angry bulge, and your core heated up even more at the sight. Seungmin always stretched you out so nicely it left you stupid for awhile, so you’re planning on returning the favor to the best of your abilities.

Just to see him squirm you lean down to kiss his clothes length, bitting back a chuckle when he groans in both pleasure and frustration. Your lips met his tip, and the cloth covering it is not wet and darkened from the pre that leaked from him. You chuckled, looking up to meet his eyes. “You excited baby?” He scoffed, hips thrusting up ever so slightly. “Y-your fucking fault, teasing me like this.” You loved seeing him barley holding it together.

You chuckled and pulled his boxers down, letting them joint the jeans and shirt on the floor. Seungmin let out a groan of relief, finally free of the tight confines of his clothes keeping his cock away. Everything felt so hot under your dark, lustful gaze. He felt his body melt into the sheets and want to hide away yet all he wanted was to be the center of your attention. You had so much power over him it was kind of scary yet arousing at the same time.

His hard cock slapped against his toned stomach and you couldn’t help the pleased moan that came from you. He twitched hearing the sound. You raised an eyebrow, leaning down a bit more so your lips hover over his dick, letting him feel your warm lips so close yet so far. You knew how to get your boyfriend going, and it was a skill you were quit proud of.

Seungmin unwillingly whined, hips twitching up with the need to have you closer. His body responded to you on autopilot, like he was always at your will. Which wasn’t completely off base. “You like when I moan for you baby?” Your lips finally came in contact with his base and he felt relief swallow him whole. You were finally touching him, finally. “You know I-I do.” His hands twitched with the need to have you.

You giggled, moving up to suck his tip between your lips, suckling on him lip a sucker. Seungmin whole body jumped at the sudden action, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. Your boyfriend had always been so sensitive to your touches, but that’s just because you know exactly to touch him, what to say to him, and when. You were swimming in the control you had, loving how pliant he was under you. You wrapped your hand around him to help pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, keeping your eyes solely trained on the man who’s cock you had in your mouth.

Your other hand went to fondle with his sensitive balls and Seungmin was sure he was going to cum that second. His hands were practically shaking, begging to hold you and push you as far down on his cock as he could go. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to quell the ache bubbling in your panties. Slick dripped down your thighs and into the floor, but that was the least of your worries. Your mind and body were focused on your stubborn boyfriend who was currently a fucked out mess.

You booped you head up and down on his cock, letting go with a popping down and licking at his lip like a candy while your left and worked up and down his shaft. When it came to sucking him off you were a certified pro and you knew that and you loved him. “God fucking— a-ahh baby please!” He begged eyes cloudy and half lidded with need. You kissed his tip, never stopping the pace of your hand as you stood up and got closer to his face.

Seungmin didn’t waste a second connecting his lips to yours, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue but he didn’t mind. You squeezed him tighter and he broke away with a moan, head falling back with his lip tucked between his teeth. You brought your right hand up to his hair, tugging it gently to make him look at you. Seungmin already looked fucked out and you loved it.

“I want you to praise yourself for me love, k?” He didn’t understand. You saw the look of confused on his face and chuckled. He looked so much like a puppy. “Tell me how pretty you are; how sexy you are and how much I love you. How good you make me feel when you drill me open on this perfect cock of yours.” Your voice was like honey and Seungmin was addicted. It’s all he wants to head; all he can hear. He wants to wake up to that voice, to die listening to that voice.

He had to try and gain some sense of control over his being before attempting to form a sentence, but the quick and calculated movements of your hand weren’t doing him no good with that. “Fuck— ‘m so pretty baby, so so pretty— god please let me fucking cum I’m so close.” He begged, eyes big and you could almost see tears forming in his tear ducts. You hum but shake your head, not yet satisfied with his compliments yet.

“Tell me what a beautiful smile you have.” He felt like crying at that. “Actually, hie about you show me what a beautiful smile you have. Can you smile for me love, I wanna see that gorgeous smile.” You we’re being completely serious. Seungmin whined, his orgasm so close yet your hand slowed down. It kept him right at the end he b it not enough for him to finish. He hated when you did that, yet when his high came it felt like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Shakily, Seungmin gave you his best smiled, eyes watering as tears threatened to slip down his pinked cheeks. You have human smile of your own and thumbed at his slit, putting human little closer than he was before. With an evil going in your eyes you learn closer to his face, your lips grazing his but your hand kept him from connecting your lips.

“Now tell me how good you fuck me. How you have me crying with how good you fuck my tight little pussy until I’m dumb, how good you fill me up when you cum deep inside of me.” That… that almost made him cum. You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, and it’s gotten the two of you into more then heated sessions that ended with you messy, panting and covered in sweat and cum. But fuck does he love you for it.

“I-I make you feel s-so good when I sp-split you open on my fat cock. Make your pussy feel s-so good!” More tears fell down his face. Not cumming was painful at this point, but it felt so good. You continued to rub your thighs together before moving back down to the floor, gettin comfortable between his legs and shooting him an innocent smile.

“Cum for me won’t you Min?” You wrap your lips around his cock once more, pace quick and overwhelming. Seungmin almost screamed with how intense his orgasm was and with how fast it hit, but his eyes were locked into yours for the majority until he threw his head back and his eyes rolled into his skull. His hot cum shot into your mouth and you pumped him with your hands, working through his orgasm with your lips wrapped snugly around his tip.

Seungmin was shaking, his high so intense he felt as if it would never end. Slowly, you stood your hands from working him, removing your lips from his tik to give him room to breath. His chest was glistening with sweat, the smell of sex filling the air. You swallowed, happy to do so knowing it was his. With a smile you climbed onto the bed to lie next to your boyfriend, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his soft knuckles to comfort him.

His breathing finally went back to normal, and for a minute the two of you just sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. That was until Seungmin shifted to hover over you, staring down at you with eyes filled with want and list, cock now fully hardened and ready to go again. You were shocked, cuddly ready to end the night knowing he was satisfied but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“You think we’re done here doll? I can fucking smell you, and you know I can’t sleep knowing you haven’t been fucked properly. You said it yourself, I make you feel so good when I drill you on this perfect cock of mine.”

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