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kuchokitty · 6 days ago

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CHOI JONGHO FIC RECS

You can find other Ateez fic recs HERE!

I can't believe I finally finished a fic rec list for every member of ateez 😭😭 (even though i thought it would be done sooner but i was waiting for a comeback announcement AND NOW i am finishing this days before the release ☠️☠️) I just have to do part two's for each of them ha 🫠🫠 n e ways, cutie patootie jonggi is here!! my lil teddy bear that deserves all the love in the world 🥹🥹🥹 As always please show a lot a love to these authors!!!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please review all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Aspects of Desire - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗Ongoing

I don't usually gravitate towards these kinks in fic, because its not my preference. Despite that, i love this fic!!!! what it does so incredibly well to me is the communication. everything about this is so intimate and there is so much care in how they love and respect each other 🥺🥺 this is just an amazing exploration into kink and i cant applaud it more 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Whirlwind - @ennysbookstore ⛈️💗 Office AU ✧ Ongoing

how this authors writes any office/workplace au is so incredible 😩😩 the tension between these two is so interesting like they always bicker and get on each other's nerves but eat lunch together and like theyre so cute i looooove them 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Maudit - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 Mythology AU ✧ Cursed!Jongho

idk how this author thinks of these plots that get me so fucking hooked with just mainly text threads like its crazy its so GOOD!!! like every character has interesting plots and each reveal im just sat staring at my phone like 😮

chained pt. 2 - @sunshineyuyu 🔥💗 College AU ✧ Friends to Lovers

while working on this list, i found out this had a part two i never read (it will be in the queue by the time this posts 🙏🙏) but that was one of the happiest surprises because this couple 😩😩😩 the tension was just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i was yelling at my phone "JUST FUCK ALREADY" afgdghdfdfhhg

Break You Down + Build You Up - @sxcret-garden ✨🔥⛈️💗 Professional Dom!Reader

this was a life changing fic for me 😩😩 like considering how rare a sub!jongho fic is and just how much depth there is to this fic just wow👏👏👏 their dynamic is so good and how they get closer and how they become vulnerable with each other AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

receive nudes from Jongho everyday - @k-hotchoisan ✨🔥

the fact that the first jongho fic i reblogged is a fav is incredible BUT GOD I DONT CARE ITS SO FUCKING HOT!!! the idea of him just being randomly horned up and sending pics to you WHILE YOUR WORKING 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 the visuals in this will genuinely never leave i need jongho posting gym selfies on insta like the other guys STAT!

Apricity - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Fantasy AU

Unprotected sex with Jongho - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

choi jongho boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

edging jongho - @ateezscupid 🔥

cock warming w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

minor nuisance - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥⛈️💗

periods w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 💗

touch and sketch - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Artist!Jongho

adorable - @i-luvsang 💗

Day 19: Masturbation/Edging - @all-about-kyu 🔥

riding w/ jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

break up with him - @byuntrash101 🔥⛈️ Infidelity AU

Adrenaline Rush - @mingtinysworld 🔥💗

oh shit, are we in love? - @mingigoo ✨🔥💗 College AU ✧ Basketball Player!Jongho

like i said in my reblog this is PEAK idiots to lovers asadffgfdgh THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!! im totally fine and definetly not feeling even more single than normal after rereading this haha 😔😔😔😔😔

boyfriend texts 4 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

random bf!jongho texts - @bombuni 🍑

for what it's worth - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Anti-Hero!Jongho

Cyberpunk - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Sci-fi AU ✧ Droid!Jongho

my goalie - @vampzity 💗 College AU ✧ Soccer Player!Jongho

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

boyfriend texts 5 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

the fight w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

random bf!jongho texts (pt.2) - @bombuni 🍑

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Back from the Dead - @essenteez ✨🔥⛈️ Vampire!Jongho

ive never been really into vampires (i blame that on never having a twilight phase 😔) but when its written good its just 🤌🤌 this is jongho is just so seductive like and the smut is so good ohmygod😵‍💫😵‍💫

the pool w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Forever boy - @yun-fangz 🔥

...ramen before you go? - @mingigoo 🔥💗🍑 Neighbor AU

Untitled - @cuddlyjongho 🔥

do it by yourself - @domm1etae 🔥

Jongho twitter links - @yun-fangz 🔥

get close to me - @honeyhotteoks 🔥 Enemies to Lovers AU

Just one more - @mingtinysworld 🔥

halloween w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

random bf texts - @nightbeforethend 🍑

Feverish - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Phone Sex w/ Jongho - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 CEO!Jongho ✧ Sex Worker!Reader

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @ateezscupid 🔥

say yes - @bombuni 💗 College AU

enticement - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @hongism 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 💗

Untitled - @yun-fangz 🔥

first time with jongho - @vampzity 🔥

All Along, It's Been You - @yuyusbabygirl ✨🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

this fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like how would you not fall in love with jongho AND HIS CONSTANT TOUCHING I WOULD START CRYiNG BEGGING HIM TO KisS ME 😩😩😩😩

Driven Wild - @crimsonbubble 🔥 CEO!Jongho

Untitled - @crimsonbubble 🔥

Untitled - @venusentranced 🔥

Always, Again - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

Teasing Turns to Triumph - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

cry for love - @koyagifs ⛈️

tear you apart - @bombuni 🔥

Baby, I'm Yours - @kysstar 💗

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kuchokitty · 7 days ago

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cock warming w/jongho

words - 🫣

genre - fluff, nsfw

warnings - cockwarming, dom!jongho, sub!reader, kind of non-sexual intimacy (cockwarming but not necessarily horny), a single spank, praise, guidance, it’s just very cute

you cant convince me that jongho doesn’t absolutely love cockwarming. like there’s just something about the intimacy of it that really gets him going. mix that with the casual dominance of it all - him pinning you down with a strong arm, spanking your thigh if you begin to grow restless, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear as you lay your chest against his in a dizzy haze - and he’s going practically insane.

it’s movie night, just you and him, and for some unknown reason he decided to use that feature of netflix that picks a random film for you

of course, after 4 or 5 tries, it lands on nothing good (because it never does) and the two of you decide to settle for whatever random film it decided on

it starts off with you two making fun of the poor editing and direction of the film, picking at all the plot holes until you were both giggling incessantly

that little game lasted a while, but it didn’t take long for it to become boring and the two of you were plunged into a comfortable silence once more

until, of course, a sex scene!

in the grand scheme of things, it had no relation to the film whatsoever and was quite frankly incredibly poorly made

like you don’t know who those moans were coming from, but they didn’t match up with the mouths of either of the actors

but just as you were about to make fun of it to jongho, you noticed a little something of his lap

well, more like a big something, and you couldn’t help but gasp

“this is making you hard?” you scrutinise, eyes narrowing as you pull them away from the tent in his pants to instead look at his face

you expected him to be embarrassed or ashamed, but he wore a stoic expression as he shushed you

again, you gasped and sat up from the position you were in, leant up against him

“first you get hard to the worst sex scene i’ve ever seen, then you shush me?” you scoffed, “just say you hate me, next time.”

you watched as he rolled his eyes, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen to look at you

“i’ve been hard for the last 20 minutes,” he grumbled, “you just didn’t notice so i didn’t say anything.”

oh… that’s weird

it’s not like you’d been doing anything to try and make him hard, and it’s not like the film had even been remotely sexy in any way shape or form

like you’d understand if you were lay there in lingerie, but you were in what you described as your ‘grannie nightie’, curled up against him like you would be on any other night

you frowned

“well, why are you hard?” you asked

“am i not allowed to be?” he replied

it was a fair response, but you still wanted answers

“well there has to be a reason…” you mumbled

“i’m sorry, why don’t you just call the erection police?” his voice was dripping in sarcasm, “hello? 911? yeah, i was being cute around my boyfriend and now he’s hard. come arrest him please!”

at this point the film was just background noise as the two of you went back and forth bickering about his penis of all things…

“wait, your erection is because of me?” you cock your head to the side in confusion

again, your pyjamas were hardly the sexiest thing in the world, unless you’re an 80 year old man and this is the most thigh you’ve seen in years

but jongho wasn’t 80, and he saw your thighs on a daily basis

fuck, he saw a lot more than thigh on most days

“well who else would’ve caused it?” he glanced between you and the screen, “you can’t seriously believe this shit show made me hard?”

“oh,” you mumbled

“yeah, oh…” he rolled his eyes

and you thought that was it for a moment before his hands were on you and you were being tugged onto his lap like you were nothing more than a rag doll

you squeaked in surprise as his strong arms pinned you to his lap, erection digging into your thigh

you squirmed, but the look he gave you quickly stopped you in your tracks

“you want to know why i’m hard?” he mumbled into your ear, a soft smile gracing his lips

he looked so innocent, and you would’ve believed it if it weren’t for the obvious

you nodded

“you’re just too cute, baby,” he chuckled deeply into your ear, the sound heading immediately south, slicking you up a little, “in your cute little nightie, making your cute little comments. sue me for being attracted to you…”

“but that’s not…” you trailed off, “i’m not being sexy, am i?”

“you don’t have to be, baby,” he cooed, “you don’t have to make yourself sexy for me to want you. i want you just as much now as i would any other day.”

“so you want to fuck me because i’m not sexy?”

he scoffed, “i want to be close to you, baby. it’s not the same.”

it sounded the same to you, but still you nodded as if you understood

“want me to take a seat?” you grounded down once and he groaned

his eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure, but just as you were about to do it again he stopped you

“not if you’re not going to be a good girl and sit still for me,” you barely registered the sound of the slap until the stinging sensation spread though your thigh a moment later, “i said i didn’t want to fuck you, and here you are grinding on my dick like you can’t understand basic instructions!”

you stilled at his comment, a frown forming on your face

now you really didn’t get it…

he seemed to notice your sudden change in demeanour and sighed

“i don’t want to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to be inside of you,” he explained slowly, desperate to make you understand, “i just want you to be around me, sweetheart. no expectations, i just want to be close to you.”

oh…

you supposed that made a little sense

with a slightly less confused look, you nodded

you didn’t move though

you misunderstood him before, now you wanted him to guide you through it so you didn’t get it wrong again

luckily for you, jongho took more than a little pride in telling you what to do

it boosted his ego, and he couldn’t deny how sweet you looked when you followed his every instruction

so he gave you a sweet smile before setting his hands on your waist

“straddle me, baby.”

his hands never left your sides as you followed his directions

“good girl,” he praised, making you puff your chest out a little with pride, “now i need you to pull my bottoms down, hm?”

and you did it, because jongho was right - you were his good girl!

you reached your hands down and shuffled back a little to give his dick enough room to spring free

and when it did spring free, you couldn’t help but sit in awe of how pretty it was

you’d seen it before, but you were still shocked at how perfect it was every time you saw it

a decent size lengthwise, but thicker than most

a pretty pink tip that leaked pearlescent precum in little droplets

jongho chuckled

“you done staring, or do you want to take a picture?” your eyes widened and your gaze shot up to his face again.

he wore a wide smirk as you mumbled an apology

“it’s okay, sweetheart,” his thumbs rubbed circles over your sides, “now, can you slip your panties to the side for me? i want you to sit on me…”

and again, you did as he asked because you were good and you wanted to behave for him

so your fingers slid south and pushed the thin cotton to the side (ignoring the way you had to peel them away from your gooey wetness) and you shuffled forwards until your core was hovering above his cock

you slid down slowly, the stretch almost painful but not quite

it took a moment for you to bottom out, his tip snug against your cervix and your thighs resting against his own

the temptation to start bouncing was certainly there, but at the risk of no longer being his good girl, you decided not to

not that you could anyway, not when he brought his arms around you, pinning you to his chest and holding you there like it was just any regular cuddle on any regular day

like his dick wasn’t resting heavily inside of you

like you weren’t so close to disobeying and seeking out your own pleasure

a big hand came up to the back of your head to hold it against his shoulder, fingers lacing themselves in your hair and giving it gentle, rhythmic tugs like he always did when you needed to chill a little

his fingernails scratched against your scalp in a way that was so soothing, it seemed to turn your whole body to jelly

and suddenly, the horny tension that laced itself up within you dissipated like it was never there

well, it wasn’t completely gone - you still had your boyfriends dick in you, after all - but it was duller, more manageable

you moaned as you relaxed into his warmth that surrounded you from every angle possible, and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle

“do you get it now, honey?” he whispered into your ear, “do you understand what i mean when i say i want you close?”

you just nod

“oh, you’re so precious, baby,” he gave you a particularly tight squeeze with his thick arms, “so good for me, hm? letting me hold you close like this. i expected it to take you longer to settle down, but you’re such a good girl, right? shouldn’t have doubted you, baby…”

his words made your mind cloud over as you sank into the praise that he spoon fed to you

you just lay there with your head on his shoulder, staring up at him like he was your entire universe, eating up every single word he said to you

“love you, bear,” you mumble into his neck

he chuckled

“love you too, honey.”

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kuchokitty · 7 days ago

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Hiii, umm I am still kinda new here so, I don't actually know if you can see this or not... but I just want you to know YOUR FICS ARE SO GOOD!!!! I always come back to read them :O Can I request a fic or something for Jongho please? If not a fic, can I request #15 for Jongho please? He is my bias but I can't find many fics about him......

15. Roleplay with Hongjoong or Unprotected sex with Jongho?

I saw his recent selfies on twt and bOY I’ve prefaced it before (though not here) that he’s so fucking handsome??

As always, thank you for waiting & enjoy! 🩷

Just because he doesn’t like just anyone touching him, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get touch starved.

Warnings: smut, pwp, cream pie, unprotected sex, riding, touch starved!Jongho

Taglist:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

When you were first introduced to Jongho, it was established that he didn’t like physical contact, and so you helped him draw that boundary, giving him that physical space.

But as you spent more time with him, what you didn’t realise was the way his hand resting on your shoulders when he was behind you when he was trying to whisper something into your ear if it was too crowded, the way he’d let his knees and shoulders bump into yours when you’re running your mouth about something, the way he’d lean in closer as an excuse to hear you better when he just wanted to close the distance between the both of you, and the way his hands would intentionally cover yours when he wanted to take something off your hands.

He wonders if you’ll ever notice. He wonders how much more he can take before he breaks.

A lazy Thursday evening, when you’re over at his place as usual, playing video games with Jongho. The both of you were playing a coop game, and losing composure at each other, laughing whenever the physics of the game made zero sense. When Jongho accidentally tosses a whole cooked steak down the hot air balloon, you shriek and slap his thigh on instinct, before you playfully yell at him for fucking up. The brunette’s eyes brighten while trying to hold in his laughter, staring at you with the most dumbfounded smile. His hand grasps yours, playfully apologising for messing up as he waves your hands in his to gain your forgiveness.

By instinct, you let your fingers naturally link in between his as he continues to shake your hand while coming up with 101 excuses. Your eyes land on your hands and you realise your fingers are intertwined with his, and you internally panic—shit, you didn’t mean to do that. As you smile and nod, feigning forgiveness, you gently release your grip, hoping Jongho didn’t notice.

But of course he does.

“We’re taking 5 and then we’re switching over to Wario Ware”, you giggle as you settle the controller down, getting up to raid his fridge. Jongho’s gaze follows your movements, and he, himself also settles his controller down to tail you.

You pull open the fridge door, the cold air immediately prickling your cheeks. He mostly has sprite cans lined up neatly. You turn to ask him, but your voice is stuck in your throat when you’re staring right into Jongho’s eyes, while he was evidently lost in yours. The silence hangs between the both of you, and you realise the proximity between you and Jongho, only the whirling sound of the fridge running accompanying the silence.

Jongho glances down at your lips. He detests kisses, and the both of you know that clear as day.

But he feels himself snap—from the way you’re just staring into his eyes, then to his lips before flickering back to his eyes once more. His hands cup your cheek and you shut your eyes, fireworks going off the moment you feel his lips on yours. He pushes the fridge door shut behind you and has you pinned against the fridge as he tastes every part of your mouth.

He pulls back, and the both of you are breathless, your heart skipping a beat when he strokes your cheek.

Your gaze finds his, and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for another kiss before he separates from you again.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ask, glancing up his flushed face.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been holding back since forever”, he replies, before he leads you back to the couch.

His touches feel so desperate—he feels you up and down several times as he collides his lips with yours above you, making sure his palms brush every inch of your skin while he undresses you article by article. He peels his pants off him, letting his cock slap against his lower abdomen, before his lips send you shocks down your spine as sucks on sensitive spots on your neck. You sigh, letting your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling against his soft, brown hair.

He pushes two fingers in after wetting them with his spit, his gaze glued to yours to watch for any discomfort. You contract your abdomen, your legs spreading wider pulling his fingers deeper into your cunt, feeling him search for a particular spot. The moment you gasp and whimper, he knows he’s found it, and Jongho’s determined to make you come undone just from his fingers.

He watches the way your eyes roll back, the way it looks like you’re running out of air, looking fucked out, the way you’re jolting every time his finger tips press against the spongy surface of your spot, and especially the noises you make, all just for him to hear.

Your sobs are shaky as your orgasm completely wipes any ounce of coherent thought in your head, other than the desperation to be fucked by Jongho, and it fills Jongho’s ears like a melody.

“There we go. Let it go babe”, he hums, his gaze lowers down to his fingers stained with your wet release, before he lets you suck his fingers clean.

He joins you on the couch, and it’s an automatic response to climb onto his lap, the heat radiating off his thick cock luring your cunt in almost way too quickly. You decide, fuck it, especially when you see his eyes slowly looking more glazed and mesmerised while you’re on top of him.

You lift your hips and slowly sink down on his thick length—the overstimulation of his cock dragging across your walls making your legs shake, while Jongho has his eyes shut, forcing himself not to bust when he’s just barely entered you. His eyes flutter open as he struggles to regulate his breathing.

His hands which are on your thighs, trailing upwards so agonisingly slow until he his hands are cupping your cheeks once more, before he pulls you in for another hungry kiss. Your body feels like it’s on fire from the way he’s teasing you with his touches.

Jongho’s hands slides down to your ass, grabbing a fistful of it as he carries your ass up, and begins making you bounce on his dick. His fat cock stretches you out, and it’s driving you insane.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good”, he groans, burying his head into your shoulders, keeping up with your bouncing with his hip thrusts. White begins to form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck into you from below.

Your cunt flutters around his cock, as you let go again, leaving scratches on his upper bag as your second orgasm completely engulfs your senses, the only thing leaving your lips are broken moans as your thighs continue to shake from the overstimulation.

“You came and you didn’t tell me? Bad girl”, Jongho whispers as he fits in one more heavy thrust into your cunt before he calls out your name weakly, spilling his load deep into you.

“It’s so much, Jongho”, you twitch in under his grip. You don’t see it, but you feel load after the load threatening to leak out of your sopping cunt. His thighs are stained with the mixture of your releases, and Jongho carries you to his bathroom. His touches never leave yours throughout the whole ordeal.

Sharing a spite after a hot shower together where he made sure to breed you for another round, the both of you are back on the couch, snuggled up and comfortable, still deciding if you should start up Wario Ware.

You pull back to stare at him, and that gets his attention.

“I thought you didn’t like physical affection?”

“Well, there are exceptions, obviously. One of them just happens to be you.”

Jongho doesn’t want to let you know much he’s been craving to touch you, how much he wanted you to reciprocate, but as the relationship blossoms, he makes sure you do.

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kuchokitty · 7 days ago

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heyy! congratulations on 500 🩷 c-could you maybe do number 6 of your list with jongho's nudes? 😳 damn I'd give my vacant womb to see him naked everyday. just the thought of him being all contained and uptight in public but being a pervert in reality makes me want to scream

6. Receive nudes from Jongho everyday or Call sex with Yeosang every week?

CRAZY THING TO SAY BABE NGL IT MADE ME LAUGH A LITTLE 😭🤚🏻 OKAY OKAY HERES ONE FOR YOU

Jongho loves sending his pretty selfies to you. He also likes making sure you’re flustered by his cock.

Warnings: nudes, suggestive, Jongho’s dick, perv!jongho, sexting(kind of??), mentioned breeding kink and cream pies

Tag list:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500 this or that: Master list here!

Monday

Your phone pings.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You glance over, the face recognition mechanism on your phone activates, and you see a message sent from Jongho.

You are clearing up the remnants of your work as you and your idol boyfriend are adjusting with his busy schedule.

The app switches over to your messaging account, where you and Jongho’s chat takes the whole of the screen, at where the both of you left off. He sent you a zoomed in photo of his face with his adorable pout, his puffy cheeks being eventuated. You giggle at how cute he is, and you begin typing a reply, that is, until another picture that’s blurred under the spoiler function and your breath is caught in your throat.

It’s a mirror selfie of Jongho in the gym, seated on the benches of the locker room, in a tight tank top which was hiked up past his broad chest, dabbing his sweaty chin, his tits in full view, and the one that takes middle stage—the obvious erection that presses teasingly against his thin gym shorts as his legs are spread wide open.

[🐻❤️] endorphins kicked in a little too hard today~

Your thumbs are paused in mid-air trying to think of a reply to him, the only thing in your mind was the way his erection was there. You force yourself not to think about it, of course, failing miserably.

Tuesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I hope work is treating you well, honey~

You giggle at the message. Your attention right back at your partner’s message in the midst of work. You are about to reply him with another flirty message when another spoiler-covered photo pops into the chat.

[🐻❤️] here’s something sweet.

You hesitate for a moment. But it falters quickly when you remember that you’re working remotely anyway. So you think, fuck it, and press the hidden photo.

Oh gods.

Another mirror selfie. But this time, he’s only in a pair of white boxers, his thick erection clear as day imprinting onto the sheer fabric. You swear you see a small wet patch if you squinted hard enough. He’s in a black shirt this time, and it frames his biceps so well. His bangs almost hides his small, pretty eyes and his smile is half hidden by his phone as the white sheets below him are crumpled.

You’re wondering how far he’s going to go with this.

Wednesday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You bite you lip. Out of all times, when you’re in a work meeting. But the static animation of the spoiler fuzzes onto your screen, tempting you. You shut your eyes to put your phone down, that is, until;

[🐻❤️] I bought a new pair of shorts today for gym. They said to wear loose shorts if your thighs are thick 🤔

And there goes all your self control as your thumb immediately slides over to the spoiler, and you fucking wished you didn’t—especially in the middle of a meeting.

It’s a mirror selfie, again, but it’s zoomed in to his lower abdomen. Yes, the shorts are definitely fucking loose.

The openings are loose despite his thick thighs taking up so much leg space of the opening, and you fucking see it. Jongho wasn’t wearing underwear, and his shorts are deliberately hiked up to his inner thigh.

The angle is low enough that you see his cockhead peaking out from the shorts opening, resting on his inner left thigh, leaking precum, and making another bulge against the fabric.

“Y/n? Anything else you wanna add to the work flow?” Your colleague asks, snapping you out of the trance.

“N-no. I think that’s all from my side”, you reply hastily, unintentionally pressing your thighs together.

Thursday

It was getting absolutely ridiculous at this point. Jongho has been teasing you for the past few days and it has only been escalating from there. You know he’s coming over on Saturday anyway since he finally has the time, and it’s making your heart pound.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

You don’t even hesitate at this point—your reaction is automatic, immediately swiping up to Jongho’s notification to check what he sent you.

Sure enough, another spoiler message. You take a quick breather, and brace yourself before you do it.

And the wind gets completely knocked out of you.

Again, a mirror selfie, but he’s fully, fuckin nude. You see the full glory of him—his broad chest and shoulders, his perky nipples, chiseled abdomen all for view for a good second before your eyes land on his fully bare, erected dick.

Jongho is posed with his knee up, propped onto the bed, the bedsheets all over the bed again. He has a towel draped over his shoulders, his biceps are flexed from holding his body up as his thigh holds his other arm up to take the selfie. His hair is messy and damp—he probably took this after a shower.

You can’t help but stare at the way his thighs look so inviting, and it naturally leads you gaze right back to his cock once more—a gorgeous shade of pink at the tip, with his pretty veins running down his shaft. You swear you see it twitch even if it was just a photo.

You could only imagine how his cock would rearrange your guts every time he fucks into you, filled up all the way until your mind breaks, over and over again.

[🐻❤️] weather’s been a little warm recently. There’s another warm place my cock definitely loves. I think you know where.

Friday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

The worst out of the lot. The only saving grace was that his message came after work. You don’t know what else he could have sent you now, and almost nothing prepared you for it.

[🐻❤️] shit, I got too excited thinking about you.

You swallow hard when you open the photo. You expect another mirror selfie, but it’s not.

The photo is taken from the front facing camera, and it’s positioned right at his crotch. Jongho has his fat, wet cock in his hands, and thick cum is leaking out of his tip, covering the majority of his cock and his fingers.

Okay. Two can play that perverted game. You don’t send him a photo—you send him a short video. Your camera is front facing, and it’s positioned right at the angle where he can see your pussy in clear view. You’re fully nude, your tits out in the open, so are your legs as you tug your soaked cunt open, letting the lights in your room emphasise how much slick has leaked out of your neglected pussy.

And you hit send. It’s silent for a good minute.

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

[🐻❤️] I’m gonna fucking breed you so fucking full tomorrow, I swear.

Saturday

[🐻❤️] sent you a message.

It’s a photo of your poor abused cunt, wet with slick and his cum glistening all over your inner thighs. Jongho’s cum is leaking out of your hole, his previous loads fucked into you have evidently soiled the bedsheets beneath you.

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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Soak Me Sweet

pairing(s) : Seonghwa x reader

word count : 3113

summary : A teasing brat, a soft dom, and a night full of mess.

genre : smut

warning(s) : overstimulation, face-sitting, squirting, spit, fingering, face-riding, pussy grinding on abs, brat x soft dom dynamic, cock worship, deep penetration, crying during sex, praise + light degradation, dumbification, aftercare, feeding water post-orgasm, creampie. Let me know if I missed anything!

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

The moment your back hits the mattress, you already know you’re in for it.

Seonghwa doesn’t even say a word. Just stands at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, head tilted like he’s trying to figure out what kind of punishment best fits your crime — which, for the record, was simply whispering “you’re so slow, grandpa” when he took more than five seconds to unbutton his shirt.

Your legs kick a little in the air as you giggle, pretending innocence.

“Hwaaa, come on~ don’t look at me like that…”

He lets out a soft exhale through his nose, not quite a laugh, but definitely not amusement either. “Grandpa?” he echoes, slowly crawling onto the bed like a lion cornering prey. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already mouthing off?”

You squeal when he grabs your ankle, pulling you down toward him with one smooth yank.

“Hwa—! You’re being mean—”

“You called me a grandpa, baby,” he cuts you off with that maddeningly calm voice. His fingers tug at your shorts, slipping them down with ease. “But look at you. Dripping like you need me more than air.”

You want to argue, throw a comeback, something—but the moment the cold air kisses your soaked panties, your thighs twitch on instinct, traitorous.

Seonghwa smiles. Not the sweet smile he gives you when he makes you coffee in the morning, or kisses your forehead when you’re sleepy. No, this one is dark. Mischievous. Dangerous in the most delicious way.

“You gonna behave?” he murmurs, thumb brushing the wet patch forming between your legs.

You pout, hips squirming just a little. “M’not that bad…”

“Mm.” He hums like he’s not convinced. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the attitude out of you.”

And just like that, his head disappears between your thighs.

Your fingers barely graze the sheets before he’s already settled between your thighs — pushing them open, kissing the inside of your knee like he’s being gentle, but his eyes burn with something else entirely.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, breath hot against your inner thigh. “You start wiggling and squirming, I’ll just tie you up instead.”

You let out a breathy laugh, but it catches in your throat the second his mouth presses over the soaked fabric of your panties. No teasing. No slow build. He groans into it like he’s been starving, tongue immediately dragging along the soaked cotton.

“Oh my god—Hwa,” you whine, hips jumping.

His hands fly up instantly—one across your lower belly, pinning you down; the other gripping your thigh with a bruising promise.

“Still, baby,” he warns, voice low and sticky. “I haven’t even started yet.”

With maddening precision, he pulls your panties aside, exposing your soaked folds to the cool air—and then warmer heat.

His tongue.

It starts with one, slow, filthy drag — a long, purposeful lick from your entrance to your clit, and it’s wet. Messy. Loud. The kind of sound that makes your toes curl, your chest stutter.

“Oh—Hwa—fuck—”

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, barely pulling back before diving in again. His spit drips from his lips as he laps at you hungrily, tongue flattening then curling, dragging up and down until your thighs shake. “How are you this wet already? What kind of mess are you planning to make for me, huh?”

Your back arches with a whimper, fingers flying into his hair for anything to anchor you.

Then he spits.

Right onto your cunt.

A thick, warm string that lands directly on your clit, and you sob — full-body, high-pitched, like it knocked the air out of you. He doesn’t even wait. Rubs the spit in with the flat of his tongue, circular motions that leave you twitching.

“You’re drooling,” he chuckles darkly, glancing up at your flushed face. “Pretty baby can’t handle a little tongue?”

“I’m gonna die—” you gasp, high-pitched and whiny.

“Then die for me, baby,” he murmurs with a smirk before he shoves his tongue in.

The way he fucks you with it, deep and slow, alternating between curling inside and sucking on your clit like he’s trying to ruin every future orgasm you’ll ever have.

The pressure in your belly builds fast. Too fast.

“Hwa—Hwa, I’m gonna—”

He doesn’t stop. Not for a second. In fact, he groans into you, the vibrations tipping you right over.

You scream when it hits — legs jerking, hips stuttering, liquid gushing out of you as your vision goes white. You squirt hard, soaking his face, and all Seonghwa does is moan like it’s the best reward in the world.

And then?

Then he doesn’t stop.

Tongue lapping up every drop, fingers suddenly slipping in to stretch you open more, curling just right.

You try to close your legs, but he pushes them apart. “We’re not done yet, baby. You wanted to run your mouth, remember?” he pants, face soaked with your slick. “Now be good and cum again for me. Squirt again. Make it messier this time.” he whispers against your cunt, fingers sliding in smoothly right after your orgasm leaves you twitching. “So fucking pretty when you squirt all over me. Think you can do it again?”

You try to answer. You really try.

But all you can let out is a choked sob and a breathless, “Hwaaa—s’too much—!”

He grins.

That stupid, gorgeous, smug grin.

“Too much?” he teases, crooking his fingers inside you just right, angling upward until he hits that devastating spot again and again and again. “You say that, but this slutty pussy keeps sucking me in like you need it.”

Your thighs twitch again. He doesn’t even bother holding you down this time — just lets your hips writhe, lets your body jerk as your slick runs down the inside of your legs. His mouth glistens, cheeks shiny with your mess. And when you manage to lift your dazed eyes, that’s when you see it—

He’s grinning as your juices drip down his chin.

“You made such a mess,” he says, almost in awe. “Let’s make it worse.”

His pace speeds up. Wet sounds fill the room—obscene, echoing. His fingers pump hard and fast, curl deep, then scissor slightly just to watch your thighs fly open and twitch again.

“Hwa—ohmygod—fuckfuckfuck—” You sob, back arching as your eyes roll.

You squirt again—harder this time, right into his face. A splash across his cheek, chin, the tip of his nose. His tongue darts out, licking some of it off with a soft moan.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters. “Wanna bottle it. Want you dripping all over me every fucking night.”

Your whole body’s trembling, oversensitive, dumbed out—until you feel him pause.

Then—slowly—he brings his soaked fingers up to your lips, sticky and dripping. “Open,” he says, voice lower than before.

You hesitate, dazed.

He taps your lip. “Be a good girl.”

And you obey.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth—your own taste coating your tongue, salty and slick, messy from your orgasm. He groans when your lips wrap around them, when your tongue swirls over his knuckles like you’ve gone cockdrunk off his hand.

“Fuck… you look so pretty like this. Sucking my fingers after I made you squirt all over my face.”

You whimper around them, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes as your hips twitch again—like your body doesn’t even know how to stop reacting to him.

He leans closer, kissing your cheek tenderly.

Then he licks a stripe up the side of your face, whispering right against your ear—

“Bet you’ll let me do it again, won’t you? Make you squirt a third time just so I can drink it this time.”

You’re panting.

Barely conscious. Barely alive. Your thighs are soaked, your voice is hoarse, your brain’s not even stringing full thoughts together—just babbling nonsense through tear-lined lashes.

But then his hands are on your hips.

“C’mere,” he whispers.

You blink slowly, dazed. “Wha—?”

He pulls you up—gentle but firm—guiding your thighs toward his face. “Up here, baby. Come sit on it.”

You let out a strangled whimper. “I-I can’t—Hwa—too much, I’m gonna break—”

“You’re not gonna break,” he says with a dark little smile. “You’re gonna ride. Now come up here and fuck my face like the needy little brat you are.”

Your cunt pulses just from those words.

So you do. Wobbly and wet, you crawl forward and straddle his face, thighs shaking on either side of his head. He doesn’t wait—not even a second. Just drags his tongue up your slit with a deep, needy groan that vibrates straight into your core.

“Oh my god—” you cry, your hands flying to the headboard as your hips jerk forward. “Hwa—Hwa, fuck—!”

He moans into you, hands gripping your ass tight, pulling you down harder against his face. There’s no space to breathe. No air between you. Just your soaked cunt grinding against his tongue and the obscene wet noises of him slurping you up like he’s trying to drink every drop.

Your hips move on their own. Grinding, rocking, chasing that sharp edge again even though you’re already so far gone. His tongue flicks against your clit, fast and filthy, while he fucks two fingers back inside you from below—curling, pumping—

Then he spits.

Right onto your clit again, mid-lick.

You scream. No build-up. Just full-body twitching, a gush of slick releasing again, pouring onto his mouth as you squirt across his chin and neck.

But he doesn’t stop.

If anything, he groans like it’s better than heaven, like your squirt is feeding him. He’s drenched. It’s dripping down his throat, into his hair, his lashes soaked with it—but his tongue stays relentless, licking and sucking like you’re his only purpose.

You’re sobbing, whimpering, brain-fucked into a spiral. “I-I can’t—s’too much—f-fuck I’m gonna—Hwa—please—”

He pulls back just for a second, spit-slick lips glistening, eyes dark and wild.

“Don’t you dare stop moving,” he rasps, voice hoarse from moaning into your pussy. “You ride me like you want it. Wanna feel you cum again on my tongue, baby. Wanna drown in it.”

You whine like you’ve lost control of your entire body.

But you move.

You grind harder, faster—facefucking him, completely shameless now, your hips bouncing with wet, sloppy sounds as his tongue fucks up into you, fingers curling, his mouth messy and hungry—

Until you break.

You cum again.

Harder than before. Screaming his name, sobbing, gasping for air as your vision blacks out for a second from the intensity. Your squirt gushes down over his face, and he lets it, mouth open, drinking what he can while the rest drips down his cheeks and into the pillows.

When you finally collapse forward, trembling and crying, he’s panting under you — lips red and swollen, hair soaked with your slick.

“Fuck…” he whispers, kissing the inside of your thigh softly. “You’re so fucking perfect when you cum like that. So messy. So ruined. My beautiful little slut.”

Your whole body’s still twitching — but instead of flopping down beside him, you crawl lower.

Right over his chest.

Seonghwa watches you with a lazy, soaked smirk. His hair is sticking to his forehead, his entire face glistening with your cum, lips swollen from your pussy, but still — he watches like he knows you’re not finished.

He’s sprawled on the bed, shirt half open, abs flexing beneath you with every breath. And your slick? Still dripping.

“What are you doing now, hm?” he asks, voice low and gravelly.

You don’t answer — not with words. Just sink your hips down and grind your messy cunt along the ridges of his abs. Soaking him. Leaving sticky, shiny trails over his skin with every little rock of your hips.

He hisses.

“Fucking hell…”

You whimper on purpose. Soft, bratty. “You’re so… hard, baby,” you murmur, grinding again — letting your puffy folds press right against the line of muscle below his ribs. “S-so strong… feels so good under me…”

His jaw clenches.

“Are you trying to break me?” he growls. “Is that it? You wanna tease me until I lose it?”

You giggle breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth — sweetly, innocently — while your hips roll again. “You can take it, right? Big boy?”

And that’s it.

With one swift, rough move, he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back, pinning you with his weight. His cock slaps against your inner thigh — flushed, thick, leaking, angry from being ignored for too long.

“I spoil you too fucking much,” he mutters, lining himself up at your entrance, guiding the thick head through your soaked folds. “Now look what you did to me. Look what you made me.”

You whimper, legs wrapping around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“You wanted cock so bad?” he growls, voice breaking as he pushes in, thick head stretching you open inch by inch. “Fucking take it, baby.”

You scream — back arching as he fills you. He’s big. Heavy. And he goes in deep without stopping, until you’re gasping, whimpering, clinging to him like you might lose your mind.

“God, you’re so tight…” he groans, hips snapping once just to feel you spasm around him. “So fucking wet. You like teasing me just to get ruined, huh? You like making me fuck you stupid?”

You nod. Fast. Dumb. Crying. “Yes—yes, please—ruin me—need it so bad, baby—”

He fucks you hard.

Deep, full thrusts that knock the air out of your lungs. His cock kisses your cervix with every push, making your mouth fall open, your brain turn to soup. Your nails scratch down his back. You’re moaning so loud now, wet noises echoing between you both, slick coating your thighs, his cock, the sheets.

“Such a messy little brat,” he pants, staring down at the way your tits bounce with every thrust. “You ride my face, grind on my abs, and then look at me like you’re innocent.”

You cry out again when he angles his hips just right—rubbing your g-spot with every stroke.

“Cum again,” he growls, leaning close, biting your bottom lip. “Squirt all over my cock, baby. Wanna feel you soak me. Be a good girl and fuckin’ let go.”

And just like that — it hits.

You convulse under him, nails clawing his shoulders, legs wrapped tight as you squirt again — all over his cock, your body wracked with trembles as the orgasm rips through you. He moans loud as you gush around him, then fucks you through it, greedy, obsessive.

“Fucking mine,” he breathes. “All mine. Look how dumb you get on my dick. So fucking pretty…”

You barely hear him.

Your body’s limp. Eyes glassy. Brain fuzzy with pleasure.

And Seonghwa just slows his thrusts, cups your face gently, kissing your cheeks as his cock pulses inside you. “Shh… I got you, baby. Gonna cum deep inside this perfect pussy now. You want it, don’t you? Wanna be filled up?”

You nod like you’re drunk on him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, hips rolling one last time as he buries himself, groaning your name like a prayer while he spills inside you.

You don’t even remember how your legs untangle.

One second, you're flat on your back, twitching and crying through your orgasm with his cum dripping out of you—

The next, you're being scooped into warm arms.

Seonghwa presses gentle kisses across your collarbone as he lifts you, bridal-style, ignoring how soaked both your thighs are, how his cock’s still half-hard and messy between you.

“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, thumb brushing your cheek. “Still with me?”

You nod—barely.

More like a sleepy nuzzle into his chest.

He chuckles quietly, carrying you across the room, carefully laying you on fresh sheets. Then, he disappears for just a moment—

And comes back with a cold bottle of water.

“Drink,” he says, crouching down beside the bed. His fingers guide the rim of the bottle to your lips, slow and careful. “You squirted like a fountain, princess. Gotta refill you.”

You whimper softly, but sip.

The cold water hits your throat like heaven. You gulp it down greedily, and he smiles like he’s proud—like watching you drink is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead between sips. “Such a mess. You’re all sticky, baby… all over me. Look.”

He pulls back slightly and shows you: his abs, still glistening with the trail you left when you grinded on him. His mouth? Still shiny from when you sat on his face. The smirk on his lips? Deadly.

You cover your face with both hands, whining through your fingers.

“Nuh-uh,” he says sweetly, pulling your hands down. “Don’t hide. You’re beautiful like this.”

His voice drops to a tender murmur, and he leans down to kiss your thighs—one, then the other—slow, almost reverent. “You did so well for me. Let me clean you up, okay?”

You nod, still glassy-eyed, still overwhelmed.

He wipes between your thighs with a warm, wet cloth, so gently it almost makes you cry again. Every little touch is patient, delicate — like he’s handling something precious. He kisses your knees, massages your hips, brushes damp hair away from your temples.

“I didn’t mean to fuck you that dumb,” he murmurs, chuckling under his breath. “But you were teasing me so much, baby. What was I supposed to do?”

You let out a hoarse giggle. Barely audible. But your smile is soft, satisfied.

When he finally crawls into bed with you, he pulls the blanket up over your legs, snuggles in behind you, and curls an arm around your waist, his chest pressed to your back.

“Tomorrow,” he whispers into your ear, “you’re not allowed to walk. I’m carrying you everywhere.”

You hum, sleepy.

He kisses your shoulder.

“…And maybe next time,” he adds with a grin, “you ride my face and my cock in the same session. For science.”

You groan into the pillow.

He laughs.

And pulls you closer like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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❝JEONG YUNHO❞

➾In Which: All of my hard thoughts about Yunho.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn reader as well !didn't put the taglist cause i didn't want to spam people (one post for each member coming in quick ish succession). JESUUUUS YUNHO BIAS WRECKING ME SO HARD THAT THIS IS LONGER THAN JOONGS 😭 he's just such a freak i couldn't stooop ➯other members here <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, OMG STAR CALM DOWN WHAT THE F-, piss kink: drankin it - both ways. cnc: yunho likes when reader fights + begs / mocks her for cumming / use of the word rape (which IT IS NOT). ddlg: reader dressing in cute clothes / calling him daddy / being taken care of by him (want that need that real bad thx💞). cunnilingus, sweat, size difference, sex toys, cunnilingus, big dick yun, fingering + almost (?) fisting, spanking, praise and slight degradation, exhibitionism: semi public spaces + getting caught, sharing is caring featuring song mingi, deep throating + throat bulge + throat pie, hardcore overstimulation, hardcore dacryphilia, hardcore sex — he's a hardcore person what can i say

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

18+.MINOR FREE BLOG.

➯ddlg / age play disclaimer: ddlg and age play is a popular kink and most people who are into it are NOT into it simply because it's acting cutesy or young. most people enjoy it because of the comfort of being taken care of / told what to do or the pride of taking care of someone else. it is DIFFERENT AND SEPARATE from age regression and ALWAYS should be, ALWAYS will be on my blog. ➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

❝JEONG YUNHO❞ is a rough teasing dom. like... rough, rough. not mean, but teasing. did ya read the warnings ? hope so —

➾pet names include: sweetie, doll, sweetheart, love, good girl, princess. the occasional 'slut'. he likes to be called daddy cause that's what he is !

➾yunho loves taking care of you, in and out of the bedroom. he takes pride in it and in you. he praises you, again — in and outside of sex, for every little thing you do right. we'll focus on the sex stuff kkkk he isn't satisfied unless he makes you beg to stop because you've had enough pleasure. calls you a good girl as you bite back your whines while he sinks his massive girth into you, lets you suck on his thumb to distract you from the stretch — even though he already made you cum over all four of his fingers while his thumb stroked your clit.

➾yunho doesn't do soft sex, so he treats you like a fragile doll before and after to show that he cares; even when he's about to (or just did) fuck you until you literally can't breathe through your tears. he'll only be soft with you when he's giving head — again, before or after; he doesn't mind eating some of his own cum if it means soothing your cunt with his soft, hot tongue. practically making out with your cunt and kissing all over it and sucking on your pussy lips gently while rubbing your shaky thighs.

➾he's especially rough when you're doing cnc. i wrote a whole fic about this, it's stress relief for him; giving him a sense of control as he overpowers you even when you try your hardest. he barely stretches you out, manhandles you like crazy, and fucks you until he says you're done. you can bite, kick, scratch, pull his hair — it makes him harder. it gives him a sick sense of accomplishment when he makes you cum while you're fighting against him (even though he knows you like it just as much as him). he likes mocking you, saying 'aww you like when daddy 'rapes' you' with the cockiest grin on his face.

➾yunho has a hardcore piss kink !! just like seonghwa, he likes when he fucks you so hard you lose control of your bladder but it's way more than that for yunho. he loves drinking your pee, and loves when you do the same for him. the taboo-ness of it makes his cock ache but also something about it being so undeniably personal — he gets to carry you in him and you get to carry him in you ♡

➾if he doesn't finish inside of your cunt, it's down your throat — like ... down, down. he pulls you so your head hangs off the edge of the bed and shoves his cock straight down your throat. it took a looooot of work to even be able to take him and he praises you for that while he chokes you on his dick. rubbing the bulge in your throat as he fucks it, feeling himself moving inside of you, he tells you how proud daddy is of his beautiful princess.

➾he will fuck you wherever and whenever as long as you don't say you're uncomfortable; which you rarely are so — anything is on the table. the bathroom at inkigayo needs to be saged after the things it's witnessed him do to you. the practice room, the recording booth, the fucking elevator even. the members have caught you more than a handful of times and:

➾yunho always makes sure he covers your entire body the second he hears someone approaching, but he never stops. he likes when people catch you. like — yuh-huh, that's right. i get to fuck this pretty girl whenever i please and she loves me enough to let me. talk about a fucking thrill. if any of the members don't turn away fast enough for his liking though; they get a death glare as he continues to pound into you and make you scream his name. well... everyone but his best friend.

➾song mingi is the only man yunho will ever trust enough to even fathom letting him touch you. and if you trust him just as much, your boyfriends best friend is always welcome to stay and join if he catches the both of you. you're starting to think that yunho texts him sometimes to get 'caught' because it's happened more times than you can count. he just loves showing off how good you are for him and how nice he treats you and how sweet you get when he's fucking you into a sobbing mess.

➾i mean it when i say yunho is nastyyy mother fucker (/affectionate, ofc). he licks up your sweat and tears as he fucks you into a blubbering wreck wearing nothing but an adorable little skirt or one of his giant shirts. fucks you on a mold of his cock until you beg for the real thing and then, when he gives it to you; almost makes you regret it as he fucks you to near unconsciousness. he overstimulates you with a vibrator until you piss yourself just so he can drink it. he calls you all kinds of sweet names and then lets 'my slut' slip when you least expect it just to see your eyes widen. he spanks your ass raw when you disobey; which could mean anything from you didn't ask permission before cumming or you didn't eat a full meal.

➾after care might as well be heaven !! all of the softest touches, his fingertips on your chin as he tilts your head back to help you drink, getting cleaned up so gentle it makes your stomach full of butterflies, drowning in your designated aftercare hoodie; one of his, spider-man themed <33

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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❝KANG YEOSANG❞

➾In Which: All of my hard thoughts about Yeosang.

❥Kang Yeosang x fem reader

➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn reader as well ! if you've read any of my yeosang one shots you know where this is headed and if not i apologize in advance LMFAO ➯other members here <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, rough, nasty, mean, intense bdsm relationship (freaks in love fr), extreme dom / sub dynamics, extreme degradation but also praise, extreme name calling — he's an extreme person in bed what can i say ?!, cnc: reader ACTS like she doesn't want it / yeosang 'forces' her / 'forced' breeding, choking (with hands and cock and arms (i have been obsessed with his arms for two years, check the records with Playtime !!)), orgasm control, pet play, manhandling, anal play, piss kink: making reader hold it + drink it (wwwh i can't stop spreading the piss agenda im so sorry), cunnilingus, fingering, sub space, pussy slapping aaaand regular slapping, sex toys, spit (everywhere)

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

18+.MINOR FREE BLOG.

➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

❝KANG YEOSANG❞ is the most dominant and mean in the bedroom. he's so calm every day because he uses you as an outlet for his emotions. he has a lot of emotions so i hope you have some advil handy —

➾pet names include: darling. that's it, maybe a cute play on your name. he much more prefers calling you bitch. not in a truly mean way, and almost never outside of sex. it's his version of the average 'babe', it's his favorite <3 but he does noooot stop there ! slut, whore, stupid, and toy are also yeosang staples.

➾unlike a lot of extreme doms, he doesn't care to have a title. he doesn't want to separate himself from how he treats you in the bedroom cause he well and true means everything he does and says to ruin you. he likes it when you call him baby or sangie <3

➾yeosang does NOT do soft sex. not even when he's eating you out, like yunho (the other crazy ass dom) does. when he's between your legs: he's sucking your clit until you yank his hair, he's curling his fingers into you roughly while he does so, he's pulling back every few moments and spitting fat wads of saliva on your cunt or slapping it until it's puffy.

➾control control control — that's what he wants and he gets it with you. your orgasms ? better ask him first or risk being edged to the brink of insanity as a punishment. your pee ? gotta hold it until he's satisfied or bored of watching you squirm and ready to move on. your breath ? he's in control of it. whether he's choking you with his cock down your throat, his hand on your neck, or his entire arm squeezing it — he's in control of your very life force and you trust him enough to be, which makes him even harder. and you thank him when he lets you suck in some air, cause isn't he so sweet and merciful ?

➾my mans has insane stamina from dancing and working out and he used to be a fucking cheerleader — put all that, and his repressed emotions together and guess what you get ? you get fucked ! in every possible position he can think of, for as long as you can hold it without tapping out. his favorites are making you touch your toes as he pounds you from behind until your knees give out and he has to catch you, and putting you in the meanest mating press known to man — his fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he squishes them to your chest, your feet dangling in the air, a pillow under your back to help him get the perfect angle to absolutely ruin your cunt for anyone else ♡

➾he loves to experiment with you, almost anything you lay on the table he will try at least once — given that you do the same for him. and by a stroke of freak luck; cnc and roleplay. doesn't matter who's idea it was, he fucking loses his mind the first time you try fighting against his man handling. he goes a bit less rough on you just so you have a fighting chance, and he thinks it's so cute how hard you try and how many times you catch yourself leaning into his thrusts or his hold on your throat before reminding yourself you're supposed to be doing the opposite.

➾it almost makes him cum on the spot as you beg him not to cum inside of you. he pulls out, not because you asked but because he was about to do the unthinkable and actually cum without meaning to. when he collects himself, he slams back into you and tell you to fucking beg to eat his cum instead if you don't want him to knock you up, bitch. he's going to do it inside either way but it's so beautiful to him the way you immediately start begging to please him — because he knows you want it deep inside just as much as him.

➾sangie not only has a collection of vitamins, he has a collection of sex toys. gags, different restraints (the softer ones are for when you've been well behaved, harsher ones for punishments), vibrators, paddles, cute little headbands with fluffy ears on them that he places on your head like a crown and tail buttplugs to match.

➾when you wear the ears and tail, he likes for you to bark. 'bitches love to bark, but they always end up submitting' my favorite yeosang line EVER. he'll pet your head and tell you to stick out your tongue as you sit in the perfected position you've learned. kneeling, hands behind your back, eyes on his no matter where they go. when you stick your tongue out, he pisses in you mouth and you drink it up without hesitation and he smiles so fondly that it's hard to remember exactly what's happening. when you open your mouth to show him it's all gone, his smile widens and he'll slap you, lighter than usual, and call you a good puppy for taking your owners treat so nicely. then he'll give you another treat — his spit, and you swallow that too. he likes doggy style when you're all puppied up, he can tug on your tail and watch your back arch while you beg him to fill you up.

➾yeosang is an insanely mean dom, but he also takes incredibly good care of you to the point that eventually — you don't even hesitate before doing anything he says. your body moves before you think, or maybe you don't think at all. you don't have to ! you trust him to do anything, because he's proved that you can. and he'll never take advantage of that cause it makes his heart soar and his ears blush when you watch him with dazed eyes for your next instruction.

➾aftercare feels like a dream you never want to wake up from :( it starts with a wet, heated kiss while he cradles your face. he carries you to the bathroom wrapped up in a blanket and washes you clean of whatever filth he's got on you, smiling like an idiot in love (because he is). carries you back in the same blanket, doesn't even bother dressing either of you as he gets you a cold water and some pain killers, kissing you on the forehead before putting on whatever show or movie you want to watch while he holds you <3

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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–Heavenly • K. Yeosang

𐙚pairing;❝bf!Yeosang x gf!reader❞ 𐙚summary;❝Yeosang has to punish his girl after she played with fire❞ 𐙚warnings;❝smut, 18+, dacryphilia, name calling, orgasm denial, daddy kink, dom!Yeosang, oral(f/m), unprotected piv, spit kink if you squint, cum licking❞ 𐙚a/n;❝I'm late but HAPPY YEOSANG DAY!! This is...meh. Its not the best I have written but i do hope you'll like it nonnie<3❞

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"You're playing with fire, love," the message from your lover should make you feel scared. After all, sending a video of you playing with yourself to Yeosang while he's out doing promotions from their newest release is technically playing with fire.

But how can you help yourself? Today is Yeosang's birthday, and he had told you that he does not want any fancy gifts or an outing to the more expensive restaurants in the city.

"I just want to spend the day with you, my love," he had said when you asked him a few days back what his plans for the day were. His reply was predictable. "You sure? We can do anything you want," you wanted to make him feel special on his day. Even just a bit more extraordinary, if that's all you could do.

"I want nothing more than a cuddly Y/n beside me and some sappy movie," he smiled kissing the top of your head. "Sounds heavenly in my opinion."

Even after all he had said, you had bought a lingerie set just for today. When Yeosang left for the day with the usual kiss on the forehead, you immediately rushed to take out the hidden box from the closet, setting it on the bed. Just seeing the lace garment on the bed, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of what Yeosang will do to you. Maybe he'll fuck you with the panty on, or maybe he'll fuck your tits with the bralette on- the way the lace would graze his delicious cock– shaking your head, you sprinted to the bathroom. You have to be flawless for tonight.

It was then that you had the mischievous idea of playing with yourself. You had intentionally put off Yeosang's advances for a few days now, wanting to rile him up just for this day. And the images that had been plaguing your mind ever since you set the garment on your bed, finally took over your rational thinking.

Quickly setting up your phone, you slowly dipped your finger into your folds, spreading them apart, playing with the bud. "Yeo," his name rolled off the tip of your tongue, "Fuck, need you," your voice heavy with lust.

And that was all in the video you sent to Yeosang. Just playing with yourself, crying your beloved boyfriend's name.

That was enough to make the singer's pants feel a bit too tight. San had noticed Yeosang grumbling as he stared at his phone in hand. "Is something the matter, yeo?"

Yeosang quickly swiped 'home' slamming his phone a bit too hard on the table. As if what you had sent would crawl out into real life. "Nothing!" Yeosang rebutted a bit too quickly.

Seeing his friend eye him suspiciously, Yeosang averted his gaze, fidgeting with the device in his hand. "Wa-washroom! Gotta go," and he ran out of the green room.

Having witnessed the strange interactions between his friends, Wooyoung smirked. "He's hard."

San face palmed, blaming himself for not reading into the lines. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

Yeosang was the first one to leave the set once they were done. Muttering something to his bandmates about meeting later for their due treat, he took a cab to your shared apartment.

As soon as the bedroom door slammed open, you knew you were in trouble. Setting down the lipstick you were applying, you stood on your tiptoes to peck Yeosang's cheek; only for him to press his palm against your throat, eyes dark with lust and desire. "You're getting braver by the day, love," he mocks.

Your eyes are blown wide, knowing full well what he means. "I didn't do anything!" You still feign innocence. It was fun bringing out the possessive side to him. Animalistic, you loved it.

"Oh?" He tilts his head to the side, the hold on you getting stronger. "What would you have done if I had opened the video next to the guys, huh?"

You smile, biting your red lips. "They would've loved the show, yeo."

Yeosang's breath hitched. He knows you're doing it to rile him up and he hated the fact that it was working so well. Pressing you up against the wall, he captured your lips with his; hungry and passionate. A gasp left your lips as Yeosang's calloused digits teases you through the lace, pinching and pulling the bud.

"Ah, yeo, fuck," you managed to gasp out.

The man groans, lips ghosting the skin of your ear. "It's Daddy, to you, naughty girl," he rasped as he nibbled on the lobe.

A shudder ran down your spine, nodding. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he growled.

Picking you up in his buff arms, he sets you down on the plush bed, admiring you; the black lingerie only now catching his eye. "You got ready for me, Y/n?" You nodded, quickly correcting yourself when he raised a brow. "Y-yes, daddy. I wanted to impress you. It's a special day, after all," you reply, a proud smile playing on your lips.

Yeosang smiled, feeling content. "Thank you, baby," he smirked.

Taking off his pants, he settled by the edge of the bed, lazily stroking his growing cock. "Lie down, love, I'll use your throat."

Quickly you got into position, your head hanging off the edge of the bed. Yeosang dragged his cock on your face, loving the way your lashes fluttered. "Open." And you don't need to be told twice; parting your lips, you welcomed his hot cock in your mouth. No matter how many times you suck him off, his length never fails to impress you.

Gagging around his lenght, Yeosang tips his head back, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/n," He groans, pushing himself further down into your throat. "You were make for sucking me off. Such a slut," he praises.

His degrading words go straight to your core. You rub your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Noticing your desperation, Yeosang smiled, leaning down to toy with your wet pussy. "Can't even wait for your turn," he tsked, shaking his head. "So impatient, doll."

You moan around him, spreading your legs apart for the man. Playing with your pussy through the lace that stuck to your hole uncomfortably, Yeosang once again turned his attention to his own release. pressing his palms against your throat, he fucked you recklessly. Pulling out till only his tip was in your mouth then slamming back down again.

it didn't take long for him to release thick ropes of white in your mouth, some even spilling out onto your face. Chocking on his cum, you coughed, sitting up. Feeling proud of himself, Yeosang helped you; licking himself off of your pretty face. Pulling you in a kiss, he smirked as you parted, "I taste rather divine, wouldn't you say, Y/n?"

You nod reverently. "Yes, daddy," rubbing your face into his palm. "Delicious."

"Now," he lays you down on the bed. "Its time for your reward for being such an obedient slut." Your smile spreads from ear to ear, feeling giddy.

He takes his time taking off the panties off you, the expensive fabric sticking to your core. "You're so wet even before I did anything, Y/n," he smirks. "Expected of such a naughty girl."

Your mouth opens to rebut but the words die down in your throat when Yeosang licks a strip up your folds. Spitting on your twitching hole, he spreads it around, dipping his digit into your hole, your walls clenching around him. "So eager, Y/n," he mocks, adding another finger. "Sucking my fingers like its my cock. I taught you well," he smiles.

His diligent fingers teases you; teases you till he feels you clenching down on his fingers, your back arching off the bed. And he stops, stops just before you're about to come undone around him. "Daddy, please!" you whine, tears pricking your eyes. "I was about to come!"

Yeosang chuckles his fingers moving away the hair stuck to your sweaty face. "Oh, but my love," he mocks, wiping away a stray tear. "You need to be punished for teasing me during work, no?"

A choked sob leaves your lips, "Sorry, m'sorry," you whine, the deprivation making your mind a mush, unable to form sentences.

"Tsk, tsk," he tuts, shaking his head. "Don't cry, love. You reap what you sow."

His hands roam your body, slowly peeling off the bralette. He rubs the bud between his fingertips, pulling it only to watch you writhe underneath his touch. And he relishes in the power he holds over you. Maybe if it was any other day, he would've spent hours buried between your legs, spending hours in treating you like the exotic fruit you were.

But today is his day, and he deserves to have his way with you.

When he's satisfied with making you cry some more, he'll settle above you, lining his tip with your drenched hole. And he's not done teasing yet. He'll drag his tip along your hole, dipping just enough to make you feel him, and pull back again, groans leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/n, you feel amazing," he moans, his head tipped back.

Tears stream down your pretty orbs, mouth hanging open. "Please, daddy, please," voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you need, princess? Use your words."

"You," you gasp, "Need you."

Yeosang clicked his tongue. "That's what I wanted to hear."

And he pushes in, his cock fitting snugly against your gummy walls. You swear his cock grows even more once he's inside you if that's even possible. His thrusts are hurried, as if he's only after his own release. he rests one hand against the headboard for extra support. "Daddy, daddy," You beg, not knowing what you're asking for.

His palms are pressing against your throat, the lack of oxygen making your head dizzy. "You're a big girl, aren't you? Teasing daddy at work knowing full well he can't relive himself."

You bat your lashes at him, all words of protest drying up. It only drives Yeosang to thrust deeper into your pussy, each thrust getting more desperate.

You feel the tension coiling in your stomach, and you can tell he feels it too. After some deep thrusts, you come around him, coating his cock with your release. he doesn't stop though. His thrust going deeper as he fucks you through your high. Seconds later he pulls out, cumming all over your stomach.

Heaving, Yeosang admires his art.

"You look, heavenly, my love."

He collapses sbove you, holding you close as you both catch your breath.

"It feels like it was my birthday, sangie," You giggle.

Yeosang pouts, hiding in the crook of your neck. "Either way, I had fun."

You hum, fingers treading through his hair. You two lie there motionless, hearts beating softly against each other. You would've stayed so if not for the hungry growl sounding from your stomach. Yeosang chuckles, moving the hair out of your face. "Hungry, love?"

You nod, embarrassed. Sighing, Yeosang gets up, cleaning his mess with tissue from the bedside table. He hums as his fingers trace your frame, gentle and loving. Once he's done, he heads to the bathroom. The sound of running water quickly fills the room.

"Can you walk, Y/n?" He asks, a towel in hand.

You groan as you try to sit up, "You think?" You laugh. "When was there a time I was able to walk once you were done with me?" You cock a brow.

Yeosang smiles proudly. He picks you up, strong arms holding you gently as he sets you down in the bathtub; you hum, the water engulfing you. The perfect temperature.

You let yourself drowse off as Yeosang washes your hair, lathering the shampoo in his palms before messaging it into your hair. He washes your body with the same soft hands that had minutes prior choked you. The duality of this man will one day kill you, you think.

Once he's done, he carries you back to your bed, changing you into more comfortable clothes.

He rushes back inside the bathroom to have a quick shower himself. As he dries his hair off with a towel, he says. "What you're craving, love? Korean, Chinese or Italian?"

"Korean," you mumble sleepily.

And Yeosang smiles to himself. There was no better way to celebrate his birthday than this.

Perfect.

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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Yeosang as your boyfriend

Yeosang who is shy and quiet most of the time, yeosang isn’t the type to smother you with attention publicly, but his eyes are always on you

Yeosang who will take care of you when you’re sick. He’ll make you soup and make sure you’re hydrated and taken care of

Yeosang who instead of constantly saying he loves you he actually shows because he knows that actions are stronger than words

Yeosang who if another guy flirts with you he doesn’t get mad but instead he quietly would wrap his arms around your waist and give the guy that look that screams she’s mine

Yeosang who spoils you he takes you out to fancy restaurants or expensive vacations he’ll never admit but he loves spoiling you

Yeosang who gets sad and sulky when you’re mad at him

Yeosang who text you throughout the day to tell you how much he loves you and misses you

Yeosang who is secretly clingy he doesn’t like to admit it but loved to have you in his arms at all times

NSFW

We all know that the quiet ones are the freakiest

Yeosang who’s duality is insane he’s sweet and shy and soft spoke but at night? It’s like he’s a different person especially if he’s behind closed doors with you

Yeosang who has a praising kink he loves to praise and make sure that he lets you know how beautiful you are and how good you ride him or how good you taste on his lips

Yeosang who wants to be the only one taking control , he loves seeing you fall apart and hearing you scream because of him it just turns him on even more knowing that he’s the one making you feel good

Yeosang who tries so hard to be quiet and not moan loud but struggles all because of you, he can’t help but moan when he hears you moan his name

Yeosang who loves seeing you in lingerie he’ll sit back on the bed with a smirk on his face and his eyes dark while you show off your set “turn around” he’ll say

Yeosang who has a major breeding kink the thought of filling you up and possibly getting you pregnant turns him on “fuck baby I’m going to get you pregnant” he groans while filling you up

Yeosang who has a voice kink only for you though. He loves the sounds you make when he’s inside of you, he’ll encourage you not to stay quiet he’ll whisper “let me hear your pretty voice” while thrusting deep inside of you

Yeosang who texts you dirty messages telling you what e wants to do to you just to tease you

Yeosang who smacks your ass every time you walk by him

Happy birthday yeosang

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kuchokitty · 8 days ago

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Change of heart

This whole thing started the night he comforted you after a terrible day.

You had shown up at his place in tears, your ex had texted, your manager was overworking and underpaying you, and your body felt heavy with stress. Yeosang opened the door in sweatpants, hair messy, eyes soft. One look at you and he stepped aside silently.

You curled up on his couch. He made tea.

He sat beside you without asking questions, just letting you exist.

You must’ve stared at him for too long. You noticed the curve of his mouth, the way his chest rose when he sighed, how his fingers absentmindedly tapped against his thigh.

Then you leaned in and kissed him.

He paused for half a second just long enough to give you a chance to stop, but you didn’t so he kissed you back. Slow. Exploring. Like he’d been holding back for too long.

That night, neither of you said much. You fell into bed like magnets. Clothes scattered on the floor. He kissed your shoulder when he slid into you the first time, eyes flicking up like he needed to know it was okay.

It was more than okay. He felt like home.

And it felt terrifying.

The next morning, you sat on his kitchen counter wearing his t-shirt and sipping coffee when he brought it up.

“So… that happened,” he said quietly.

You looked over the rim of your mug. “Yeah.”

He scratched his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now. And I don’t think you are either.”

You stayed quiet, processing.

“We could… keep doing this. But no feelings. No jealousy. Just sex. If you want,” he added, glancing at you again.

You should’ve said no. You should’ve stopped it right there.

Instead, you said: “Okay.”

And just like that, you became friends with benefits.

And Yeosang became a habit.

It was never planned, but you always ended up in his bed. You’d be watching movies and end up with his head between your thighs. You’d come over to study and he’d bend you over the desk halfway through. You’d leave his apartment with trembling legs and flushed cheeks, every time saying “see you later” like it didn’t mean everything.

He was…different in bed.

He was rough and gentle at the same time, he touched you like he knew your body better than anyone even you did. Like he memorized your reactions and took pride in unraveling you, slowly at first, then mercilessly.

Some nights were fast and desperate. him fucking you against the wall, hands gripping your throat, your legs shaking from orgasm after orgasm.

Other nights were slower, more intimate. His tongue would explore you for what felt like hours, taking his time like he needed to taste every inch of you. Then he’d fuck you lazily, forehead to forehead, whispering things he wasn’t supposed to say.

“You feel like home.”

“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll fall for you.”

“Stay.”

You laughed them off.

Because you weren’t supposed to fall.

And neither was he.

But Yeosang had been unraveling for weeks.

He didn’t tell you he started noticing the way you hummed when you brushed your hair. Or how you always let him take the first bite of your food. He didn’t tell you that he smiled when he smelled your perfume on his pillows after you left.

And he definitely didn’t tell you that it killed him to imagine you with someone else.

But tonight might be the night where things change

Because as you leaned against the wall at San’s party, laughing with some new trainee, you felt the weight of a stare burn into your skin.

Yeosang.

He hadn’t said a word in the last hour. Just watched you from across the room, jaw set, drink in hand, expression unreadable but eyes absolutely dangerous. You knew that look.

Before you could react, he was moving. Fast.

“Come with me,” he said low, gripping your wrist firmly but not harshly.

“Yeosang—”

“I said come.”

He led you down the hallway, away from the music, away from the stares. He found the nearest empty bedroom and shut the door behind you, locking it with a loud click.

The silence that followed was loud.

“You like playing games?” he asked, stepping in close. “Is that what this is now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he growled, trapping you between his arms. “You touched him like that on purpose. You laughed at his jokes like you forgot who’s been fucking you every night.”

Your breath hitched. “We’re not together, remember? That’s what you wanted.”

His jaw clenched. “I changed my mind.”

You blinked.

He grabbed your waist and turned you around, pressing your back to his chest, his voice low and dangerous against your ear. “I don’t want to see anyone else touching you. Not when you still have my marks on your thighs.”

Your knees weakened.

He shoved your skirt up with one hand, the other slipping between your legs to find the soaked lace of your panties. “Look at you,” he muttered, breath heavy. “You’re already this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Yeosang—”

He turned you around and kissed you hard, messy, with tongue and teeth and all the frustration he’d been holding in for weeks. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed between kisses. “You make me lose my mind.”

Your hands clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He stripped, pushing you onto the bed with a hunger you hadn’t seen in him before. This wasn’t casual. This was personal.

He pulled your panties off and spread your legs open, staring down like he was about to devour you whole.

“No more pretending,” he said, lowering his face to your core. “You’re mine.”

You cried out as his tongue flattened against you, licking slow stripes, then flicking quick circles over your clit that had you arching into his mouth.

“Fuck, Yeosang—”

He moaned into you, tongue plunging deeper, hands gripping your thighs to keep you wide open for him.

“Say it,” he growled, lips slick. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you whimpered. “You. Only you.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

He climbed up your body, kissing you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Then he lined up at your entrance, locking eyes with you.

“This is going to be different,” he warned, voice trembling with restraint. “I need to feel all of you.”

You nodded. “I want it.”

He pushed in slow, but deep. You gasped at the stretch, your nails digging into his back as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed. “You feel too good. Always so fucking perfect for me.”

His thrusts started rough, deep and possessive, each one hitting with a rhythm that made your entire body jolt. He gripped your hips and pounded into you, sweat building between your bodies, moans filling the room.

“Tell me this is more than just sex,” he begged against your neck. “Tell me you feel it too.”

You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I do—I feel it—I’ve always felt it.”

That’s when he lost control .

Yeosang slowed down, his movements becoming gentler but more emotional, like he was trying to pour everything he’d been hiding into you.

He cupped your face, kissed your forehead. “You’re not just some fling. You’re not just a good fuck. You’re everything to me.”

Your heart pounded, not from the sex, but from the truth.

He loved you.

And he wasn’t hiding it anymore.

When the orgasm hit, it tore through both of you like a wave. He buried his face in your neck as he came, whispering your name. You held him just as tightly.

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kuchokitty · 9 days ago

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Birthday Baby Wish

group : ateez

pairing : dad!yeosang × mom!reader

genre : smut

wc : 2.9 k

warning : mature, mdni, explicit sex; impregnation kink, piv sex (obvi), unrpotected sex (obvi), dirty talk, slight asphyxiation ? (not choking but the position makes it hard to breathe), nasty shit idk (not baby poop just... the process of making a baby), yeosang wants another baby

a/n : i'm finally doing another special birthday post for a member and y'all can blame not only my cycle but also kang yeosang for existing because how fucking dare he

buy me coffee ?

Yeosang's birthday party ended rather spectacularly, and following the group's hangout tradition, Yeosang foiled Wooyoung's kidnapping attempt, and he had to resort to wrestling him for his daughter. Wooyoung really did take advantage of Yeosang being preoccupied as he actually managed to get to the elevator before Yeosang realized.

After everyone left, you immediately started cleaning up while Yeosang spent a much needed time with his daughter.

Yeonhee's eyes were fluttering close, and Yeosang was just standing there, cradling his baby while looking at her in awe. She was already seventeen months old at that point, but Yeosang still couldn't believe that she was there with him. Since the moment she was born, Yeosang tried his best to spend every single moment with her. Even when you both were implementing the family bed, Yeosang would sometimes find himself spending at least an hour just staring at Yeonhee, comparing her features to yours and also with him, wondering who she'd look like more when sh'e older. So when you both agreed that it was time for Yeonhee to start sleeping in her own room, Yeosang immediately volunteered to be the one to tuck her in every night. That way, he would be able to admire her as much as he wanted. How could he not? He would watch the way she held onto his fingers with her more stubby ones, the way she was breathing oh-so-calmly in his arms, feelings built up and overpowered Yeosang, and it felt like he was going to explode. Realizing that if he stayed any longer he might do something to wake her up, he carefully placed Yeonhee in her crib, giving her one last kiss before quietly leaving.

He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing away the last of the dirty dishes, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from the back.

"God, Yeosang! You scared me!" you lightly scolded, smacking the arm around your waist with your soapy hand, "Did you put the little princess to bed?" At the mention of his princess, Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder and let out a squeak, "Unfortunately, I did," he sighed. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately? Baby, she needs her rest, did you not see how she was playing with Wooyoung? Had she stayed up any longer she'd be super cranky and we'd be dealing with her tantrum all night," you pointed out. Yeosang lifted his head and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Well, can you blame her for being excited? Wooyoung matches her energy because he's practically a toddler with a job, so of course, she'd be happy to have a playmate," he stated.

You couldn't help but purse your lips slightly, quietly agreeing to his point that your daughter does seem like she could benefit from having a steady playmate. But you said and did nothing other than putting the last of the dishes up on the drying rack and taking your gloves off.

"So I was thinking," Yeosang started, clearing his throat slightly while playing with the fabric of your apron, "You know... Since it's my birthday a-and usually we do... Things, things I want on my birthday... So..." You knew where this was going, and frankly, you were at the point of waiting for Yeosang to communicate his desire to you. You've seen the way Yeosang look at his daughter, and you've seen the long look he sported when he saw a big family walking by. You both had a deal of having two kids or three max, after talking him down from his insane baseball team-sized family, courtesy of Yunho. Though an understanding was established, you two were waiting for the perfect time. At least, that's what Yeosang was doing; you were just waiting for him to assert himself. Knowing Yeosang, he needed the push to make what he wanted known. Still, you think you deserve some fun watching him squirm to get his point across.

"So... What?" you asked nonchalantly, but a faint smirk made itself present on your face. Yeosang groaned and turned your body around, "I think we're ready for another baby," he said confidently, though a slight blush was present on his cheeks. "Really? So that's your birthday sex wish? To knock me up again?" You were taunting him slightly, but you had to admit, even the mere words made you clench. That and also the thought of how different Yeosang become when baby making is involved. You didn't know what exactly it was, but Yeosang practically became a different man; more pointed, more confident, more cocky.

Yeosang sharply exhaled from his nose, making it known that he, too was affected by your words. His hands skimmed up your body and rested on your waist, firmly holding with his big, strong grip that made your breath hitch. "My birthday wish, dear wife, is for us to have sex all night long until there is no doubt that you're pregnant," he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your cheek, "And we're starting now."

A squeal left your lips when Yeosang suddenly hauled you over his shoulder, and it was at that moment you understood, admired, and fully supported his dedication in the gym because he managed to make carrying another human your size very effortless.

Yeosang dropped you on your shared bed and immediately caged you under him. He hovered above you for a while, scanning your figure with hunger in his eyes, a purpose, a goal. Soon, he leaned down and started kissing you from your forehead, down to your cheek, the corner of your lips, your collarbone, and then stopping at your stomach. He inhaled deeply as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up, causing you to shudder when you felt his lips start nipping at your exposed skin. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are when you're pregnant?" he muttered against your skin. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran a hand through his soft, silky hair, "Are you saying I'm not breathtaking when I'm not pregnant?" Teasing him further, you pulled up your knees so your feet were planted on the bed, trapping Yeosang's figure between your legs. Your skirt rode up, and it immediately caught Yeosang's eyes, which followed the way the flowy end pools at your hip, allowing him to peek into your red lacy underwear. "Not even when I'm like this?" you faked pouted at him. Yeosang's breathing immediately stuttered, and his face became even redder. You had been together for years already, so it was kind of embarrassing how he still blushed like a virgin seeing you in such a position.

Reacting to your taunts, Yeosang moved his hands into your underwear through the seams at the apex of your thighs. His thumbs immediately found purchase to your clit as they began gently massaging it while the other poked into your opening just a bit lower. Your eyes closed at the sensation but your mind was only completely disabled when Yeosang started sucking marks into the soft skin of your stomach. With each movement of his hand, you felt yourself getting wetter and the more Yeosang worked on you, the more pliant you became, moving your hips along with his movements.

"Honey, you always look breathtaking to me, but when you have my baby inside you?" you yelped when he suddenly took your skin between his teeth, "It was a miracle that we were able to get out of bed every morning," he smirked. "F-fuck, I know what you mean," you moaned when Yeosang pressed harder into your clit. "Do you know what I missed most about your pregnancy?" Yeosang asked as he slowly crawled up your body. You couldn't even answer him verbally as you were so clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to shake your head. "I miss how extremely horny you are, you get so wet and it just drives me crazy," Yeosang moaned as the thumb that was at your entrance turned into two fingers slipping inside. "F-fuck!" you gasped when he started pumping into you sloppily, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips which made your underwear stick to you. "Not to mention you were always trying to jump my bones, and who was I to deny the mother of my child?" Yeosang chuckled as he pulled himself away from you, causing you to whine and whimper, "It's amazing how much I would give you after you gave me Yeonhee. Now imagine how even worse I'll be when you give me another baby."

Without wasting time, Yeosang immediately pulled himself out of his jeans. You took a peek and you realized how hard he had been while teasing you. The tip of his cock was red and leaking pre-cum, and the slight breeze from the AC caused it to twitch as if uncomfortable waiting any longer. You were about to take your clothes off when Yeosang stopped you, "No time, baby, I need to impregnate you right now." Then all of a sudden he pushed your thighs to your chest and aligned his tip right at your entrance. "Are you ready?" for a moment his cockiness slipped and the usual caring Yeosang came back, wanting to be sure that you were okay before he could proceed. You smiled and nodded before you took hold of your thighs, opening yourself for him, "Yeah, I am."

In a split second, Yeosang's eyes darkened, and he thrust himself inside you in one swift move. The fullness made your eyes roll and your back arch, but you didn't even get to enjoy the feeling because Yeosang was already shallowly thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first but he was making sure that his hips slapped your bottom every single time.

"Fuck! I'll never get tired of this pussy," he groaned, licking his bottom lip while smacking you once in the ass. You yelped on impact, but rather than feeling pain, you simply clenched, forcing more arousal to leak out of you. "You better not, since we'll be having even more sex during this pregnancy," you huffed. Yeosang's cock practically twitched inside you at the mention or maybe even affirmation that after this you will definitely get pregnant. "Fuck, can't just say something like that so casually to me, baby," suddenly he pulled your hips up and slid a pillow under, giving you a new angle, "I might not hold back," he smirked before dropping down to rest his elbows on the sides of your head. The new position locked you in place what with having the back of your thighs on Yeosang's chest and your knees now resting over his shoulders. "Do you not want me to hold back?" Yeosang asked as he thrust in again. This time, you felt him so deeply thanks to your elevated hips. You moaned loudly at the feeling, and Yeosang took it as a sign to move again.

Setting a new pace, Yeosang thrusted into you with power and precision. You could feel the veins of his cock scratching against your gummy walls, sending shivers up your spine which caused you to tangle your hands into his hair. "Fuck, Yeosang!" you whined, a bit louder than you wanted to which worried you because your daughter was sleeping in the room just down the hall and there you were screaming like a whore. "Shh, shh, baby, you don't wanna wake Yeonhee up, do you?" Yeosang smirked, teasing the absolute hell out of you because he knew exactly how loud you could be. You couldn't even answer him clearly, so in an effort to minimize the chances of your baby waking up, you smashed your lips with Yeosang. The position and Yeosang's mouth on you took away your breath, literally. You were starting to get lightheaded in the best way. It felt as if you were in a different space that only had you and Yeosang in it. Everything, including all your senses, was filled with Yeosang, and it was electrifying. There was a battle for dominance in the kiss, which was futile because you knew very well that Yeosang was pulling all the shots as the person in the more advantageous position. It was the thought that counted and Yesoang played along, as if he wasn't putting you in your place.

The more Yeosang thrust, the more you could feel him inside you, to the point that you felt like his tip was kissing your cervix, opening you up more to prepare you for what's to come.

You pulled away from the kiss slightly and whimpered, "F-fuck, Yeosang, I'm so close!" "Yeah? That's good baby, cum first, you need to cum first so can you touch yourself for me?"

With slight struggle, you managed your hand down to rub at your clit sloppily. "That's it mommy, show daddy how bad you want to get knocked up," Yeosang grunted shakily, clearly incredibly turned on, "You can't wait to get filled up by your husband, do you? I'm sorry honey, I should be doing better as a husband and fill you up with my cum every night," "Y-yes, fuck!" You gasped, "I should always be f-filled with your c-cum," you whimpered, edging yourself closer and closer to the end. "Okay baby, okay, you better cum soon then so I can fill up your little cunt," Yeosang smirked, pushing his body off of you slightly so he could watch the way he was fucking you just right while you chase after your high. To aid you, Yeosang slipped his right hand under your shirt and into your bra, groping at your tits harshly, tweaking at your perky nipple. "Come on baby, cum for me, cum for me quick," he breathed, starting to feel his own climax coming. The pleasure from his hand on your chest shot straight to your pussy and your body convulsed; your jaw slacked, your legs tensed to the point of almost cramping, your toes curled, and your back arched high. Yeosang only slowed his movements down, allowing you to come back down from your high without losing his momentum.

"T-that was..." You drawled as your senses returned. Your legs felt like jelly and they slid off Yeosang's shoulders due to the lack of strength. "I know, I saw you climax," Yeosang smirked before he positioned your legs again, this time simply spreading them open as he picked up his pace. "But now is my turn."

Overstimulation started building inside you the more Yeosang chased his high. He was so close and your slick was aiding in him reaching deep into your womb. You felt yourself opening up to him and you almost screamed so you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Seeing all of this, Yeosang smirked as he panted, "Hold on, okay, baby? Just a bit longer and you'll be stuffed. Just a bit longer and you'll get my cum," he grinned. You used your free hand to grip his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as if telling him that it was too much, that you were overstimulated to the point that it started hurting. "No, no, no, you can take it, even your body knew you can," he saw how your hips were still meeting his own despite your brain telling you that you had enough and it was making his mouth water.

"P-please," you managed to whine despite your mouth being covered. Yeosang's movements became more erratic, and his breath became uneven, telltale signs that he was on the verge of coming undone, and you saw how his body was starting to twitch. Seeing him like that stirred something in you, and your hand suddenly moved on its own, from his shoulder to the back of his head. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you tugged it back once. It was as if that one simple action was a lever because the moment Yeosang threw his head back, his hip completely stilled, his cock twitched inside you, and the dam was released. Ropes of white painted your pulsing walls and your eyes, and his rolled back from ecstasy.

Yeosang's body slumped forward on top of yours, strength left him completely at that moment but his hips still twitched as your walls that rubbed on his cock overstimulated him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"You did so well, baby," he hummed, pecking you gently on your lips, making you giggle. "That's so vanilla of you to say after you fold me in half and hammer into me like a possessed jackhammer," you teased and he blushed, embarrassed with the way you phrased things, so he buried his face into your shoulder.

It took you about fifteen minutes to regain all your senses back and the first thing you thought of doing was to clean yourself a little. Just as you tried to push Yeosang off of you, Yeosang grunted and pushed his body up slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I need to clean myself, Yeosangie," you smiled and tried moving again, but were stopped when Yeosang pushed you back into the bed whilst simultaneously sitting up on his knees, which took you by surprise. "You think we're done?" he smiled angelically, but when he suddenly peeled his shirt off, you sensed that he was far from done. "We're just getting started, baby. I mean, I think I mentioned something about fucking all night long until we're sure you're pregnant."

A gasp escaped you when you felt Yeosang slowly dragging himself out before pushing himself back in as equally slow.

"You better get comfortable in this position, baby, since this position might increase the chance of getting pregnant."

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kuchokitty · 9 days ago

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eager to please ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ csn (m)

summary: san’s tired from rehearsals, tired from the concert, but he’s never tired to please his pretty angel.

a/n: oh we getting freaky in here. also i think this was the first ever thing i’ve written after stanning ateez lol so my writing here might be a bit lacklustre as it’s from 2024 :”) also if you’re a minor please dont interact with my work, thanks.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: MINORS FUCK OFF!!!! soft dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, lots of praise, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), a bit of feet but it’s not sexual? reader is just showing off her pedi, san is just so sweet and so soft :(((

Exhausted was an understatement to how the boys felt, especially after a long show they’ve done for the night. They loved their fans, but with the back-to-back shows lately, it was wearing them a little thin even if they don’t always show it.

It wasn’t difficult to feel a tad bit left out, too, subjected to the tireless assignments given to you by your professors and having no chance to visit and support your boyfriend tonight at their show, given that it was one of the last few ones.

But you vowed to finish it before this tour ends — you could never pass up seeing San killing the stage like you’ve seen in videos and on television, anyway.

“Okay, we decided by lots that I’ll shower first.” Wooyoung grins and the rest of them only roll their eyes in feigned annoyance, retiring to their rooms one by one while some stayed outside to get late night snacks.

Don’t take too long! One of the members shout back and Wooyoung only replies with a cheeky Okay! Though, San’s main mission was just to see you, opening the door to you still focused on your essay late into the night.

With papers strewn around you, your glasses almost slipping off your face and your eyelids struggling to stay open, San thinks you look the most beautiful.

Stressed, yes, but also in the rawest state he can find you in; defying all the mean comments that jealous fans may have directed to you, defying all the articles the paparazzi accounts can’t resist writing about you.

“Baby? How’s the essay?” San asks, but there’s no reply as he shuts the door and gently lays down his duffel bag, noticing how he can faintly hear the music, his music playing from your headphones and he laughs softly to himself. He manages to catch your attention soon enough when the bed dips from his weight, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, hello?” He laughs to himself again when you squint at the tab you’ve got open on your laptop before jumping at the mysterious man sitting in front of you, swallowing your scream once you realise it’s your boyfriend. “You’ve really got to stop looking so closely a—”

“San!” You scream a little too loud for 2 AM, but he doesn’t care when you drop everything you’re doing to leap forward into his waiting arms, smile wide at having finally seen your boyfriend after this harrowing night. For the moment, your work can wait, forgotten from your mind as you pull away, rejuvenated.

“Oof— someone’s excited to see me.”

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Your lover only hums in thought.

“Maybe because I’ve been sweating for the past three hours?”

You stifle a laugh, “Well. Okay, you’re not wrong there. But you feel pretty clean now probably due to the ride back, so I’m not really complaining.”

San’s expression softens just a little at that, knowing how particular you were with cleanliness and yet—

“Plus, it’s been an annoying night...” All he can do in the midst of his admiration is a small pout at your struggles, letting you rant to him about outdated sources, the taxing word limit, the funny TikToks you got distracted by.

And hell, you were glad San was the last of the lots pulled to shower because one thing leads to the next and before you know it, you’re letting his eyes rake over your from the foot of the bed while you show him the pedicure you offered up your feet for.

“She’s pretty good, huh?” You wiggle your free foot as you glance at the little designs your friend did for you on the other — preparing to open her nail salon — but San doesn’t really pay much attention to your words nor the cute colours of the pedicure.

“Yeah... I guess she is...” He trails off, fingers set on sending thrills up your body instead as they travel up your calves and to your knees.

With as much mettle you can muster, you just pass it off as San needing contact with your skin (the clingy mornings are enough for you to know) and try to ignore the sparks that he leaves.

But for San, that’s as far as his hands can go, so he releases your legs and opts instead to hover over you while you’re still gushing about the pedicure.

“—And I insisted that she take 90 but nooo, she wanted to give me a friend’s discount and—” You’re cut off when you find that your boyfriend’s face is inches from yours and he gives you that sweet, sweet smile that you always love, but they sometimes hold hidden agendas.

Like tonight.

“Your voice is just so damn pretty.” He compliments and you’re taken aback by the random praise, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make your face heat up.

You smack his shoulder in retaliation but all he does is nuzzle his face into your neck, into the skin there while he distracts you with feather-like kisses, wandering hands up your thighs.

“Can I maybe hear you in a different way?” San speaks in a softer, lower tone, feeling the vibrations of your throat as you chuckle. You pull gently on his black hair to make him face you. “Will you let me do that, baby? Let me hear you?”

You gulp inwardly, ignoring the pool of arousal that forms in your panties, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your shorts.

The laugh you let out is a little contained, now, mouth just chasing his lips bit by bit, but he doesn’t give you what you want until you’re answering him. You nod.

“I need a vocal yes, sweetheart.”

“Yes—” You answer immediately with mini voice crack and you cough, “yes.”

“That’s my girl,” San smiles at your eagerness, indulging you with a gentle kiss to your lips that he has no control over either. His body just reacts to you so readily, deepening the kiss while he pulls back to the kneeling position he was in.

Only that now, he’s hooking his forearms around your thighs and pulls. You break the kiss with a yelp and he giggles at your surprise.

But you’ve always known him to be strong, muscles on show with the tank top he’s got on. And fuck, it’s quite a sight: San on his knees and breath fanning across your mouth, yours quick and irregular.

He doesn’t miss any time to trail kisses down your jaw, to your clavicle, hands pushing up your (his) hoodie to continue his route down to your chest, torso, tethering so close to where you just need him to touch.

“Up.” He says softly and you obey easily, lifting your hips up so he can help you remove your pants and underwear and he almost cums in his pants from how obediently you listen, trailing a hand up to your cheek to cradle it.

There’s a skip in his heart at how you lean into his touch, shaky breaths felt by his hand as he lowers himself. But his dick twitches when he comes face to face with your dripping hole.

“Were you waiting long, hm?” San asks, using his other hand to rub your inner thighs. He can already see how wet you are, juices glistening under the dim lighting you liked to study under.

“A little...”

He coos, leaving a line of pecks along your leg. “I’m sorry, baby, we went out to eat after the concert.”

You smile back softly, “that’s okay, Sannie—” Your eyes squeeze shut when you feel his breath over your throbbing clit, “I’m just glad you’re back— s-shit...”

“I’m so fucking glad I’m back too,” He gives one last soft kiss to your cunt, “and glad to be buried in my girl’s pussy again.”

All coherent thoughts are banished from your mind the moment he latches his mouth onto your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue all over your sensitive bud.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in, knowing the rest of the members were just a door away but San wasn’t having any of that, gently pushing away your palm.

“Normally I’d be,” he slurps up your arousal and speaks in between, speech muffled, “embarrassed. But, I’ve gone past that tonight. Want them to hear you.”

And goes right back to his meal, going back to securing his exposed arms around your thighs to trap you. Despite being swamped with your assignment and fatigue, you somehow can feel your skin lighting on fire and the relentless drag of your boyfriend’s tongue along your cunt. Everything’s so vivid, clear as day while you clench the sheets beneath you with white knuckles.

“San— fuck...” You make the mistake of looking down, because all you’re met with are his hypnotising eyes, looking up at you through hooded lids that match the ones on stage.

Except, these are solely reserved for you. There’s a non-stop onslaught of lewd noises that fill your bedroom as he eats you out like a starved man and he never breaks eye contact once, only tugging you closer into his mouth. “It’s too much— S-San... go slower—!”

All he replies with is a low guttural hum like he’s saying no, pressing further into your centre as an answer and you already know you’re in for a long night when he breathes in your scent heavily and his fingers dig into your flesh like honey.

They wander and curve and wrap around your torso so nicely, fingertips marking his canvas with red prints while they feel up your body and only leave goosebumps in their wake.

You’re terribly fixated on everything that goes on, still a little conscious about the seven other men that your hand naturally goes up to cover your mouth on a particularly harsh suck. But San reaches up to pull it away again, stopping momentarily to kiss the back of your palm.

“Let me hear how good I make you feel, princess.” He says against your skin, twining his fingers with yours and you know the game he’s playing soon enough. You shiver. “If not for them, for me.”

San doesn’t miss a beat with that murmured statement — saying all that and still keeping your sensitive thighs down. Though the real deal’s through knowing how turned on he can get just by hearing your sounds, your mewls, any indication that he’s making you feel like you’re in fucking heaven.

And he’s adamant on hearing your lips cry out his name.

At this point, you can only hope every other member has some sort of headphones on, because San immediately lays his tongue flat along your pussy, licking a long, slow stripe up and you throw your head back in a wanton moan.

All you can feel is his smile against your cunt.

“Attagirl.”

You preen at the praise, using your own other hand to pull at his locks and push him deeper into you, lightheaded from the already approaching orgasm.

You hold on for him (well, you try), squeezing your connected hands, but your body collapses, choosing to arch against the sheets with your head knocking ever so slightly onto your laptop.

“S—San, San, oh my God.” You have no choice but to squirm in his strong hold, lips chanting his name and profanities that you don’t even know right from left anymore; your legs naturally wrap around his shoulders. “Right there— G-God!”

“You close? You’re gonna cum all over my tongue, baby?” He groans into your sopping pussy, continuing his merciless ministrations as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach and nodding even though San can’t see you. He doesn’t mind; your sounds and your clenching hole is enough.

Muffled, desperate, deep. “Mhm, yeah? That right?”

“Y—Yeah, Sannie,” you choke out a moan, hand making home in his perfect head of black hair while you pull and tug and yearn for friction with the utmost neediness that San pushes his face further into your cunt, whining at your sensitivity. “I’m g’nna cum— fuck, fuuuck—”

By now, you’re sure your juices have soaked the sheets below you just from how messy his tongue is on your clit, the obscene noises reverberating off the four walls of his room.

It’s the thrill, it’s the fast beating of your heart that pounds in your ears, it’s the dangerous conversation happening just outside that involves that risk of getting caught.

“San—” Your voice descends and spirals into incoherent words, hips starting to buck into his mouth before he swears softly into your skin and you’re spilling on his tongue. “Yes yes yes — I’m cumming—!”

That only prompts more trembles of your thighs, gasping out his name repeatedly until it’s the only word left on your tongue. The sloppiness of your pussy is reflected with the loud, slurping noises that are the only thing on your lover’s mind as he cleans you up with his mouth.

"Pussy’s leaking so much, hm?” San hums at your taste, drunk off your cum before releasing his tight hold on your thighs, settling instead for slow kisses along your heaving stomach. With renewed softness, he gives you three squeezes that contain a confession before releasing reluctantly.

“That’s it... Good girl, give it all t’me,” San mumbles, using a thumb to trace along your pretty folds and marvels just how much you came, strings of cum sticking to his fingers.

“I hope that was a good enough reward for how hard my baby’s been working.”

You laugh softly as you prop yourself up on shaky elbows, hand playing gently with his hair. There’s still small tremors in your legs, calming down from the high soon enough with how much adoration San addresses you with. “I wouldn’t use ‘hard’, probably more like... ‘When she wants to’.”

The other shrugs, recovering from his position slowly to kneel over you that you naturally close your legs, “completed work is still work done.”

“I guess so.” You mumble, a little surprised when he tilts your head up and you’re met with his signature, dimpled-filled smile.

“I know so, princess.” Leaning down, he rivals his crazed state just a minute ago by giving you a slow, tender kiss, pouring all of his love into it that you believe him.

And it’s like you float to cloud nine, easily going onto your knees so you can reach his height. Deepening the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you flush against his body — two hearts beating as one.

Oxygen becomes scarce soon enough and San has all the love in the world to give you when you look into his eyes.

“And I know, too, that I love you very much.”

by. janus, from me to you ♡

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kuchokitty · 9 days ago

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❝KIM HONGJOONG❞

➾In Which: All of my hard thoughts about Hongjoong.

❥Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn reader as well !didn't put the taglist cause i didn't want to spam people (one post for each member coming). hongjoong is my bias so this is maybe a tiny, a smidge, a biiiit way overboard ➯other members versions here <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, rough and soft sex, praise and degradation, name calling, creampie + pull out, bondage, sex toys, pegging, wearing the captain arm band during sex (HHHHH WHERES MY CLOTHES-), kind of age play but not really at all ? (calling reader little girl / hj dumb boy), cock warming, regular slapping aaaand pussy slapping, orgasm control, cock + ball torture aaaand worship, choking, dacryphilia, head locking, nipple play, spit, french kissing + tongue sucking, extremely possessive, fat cock joong — i don't make the rules

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❝KIM HONGJOONG❞ is a dom leaning switch. i have an unbelievable amount of things to say so let's break it up by when's he's a sub + when he's a dom

➾calls you pretty no matter what. dom or sub, "pretty" is leaving his mouth (literally the first fic i ever posted on here is abt this). when he's a sub, he can't really say much more than that cause you're effectively shutting down his brain with a flood of pleasure. when he's a dom though ? you get called his: slut, whore, little girl, fuck toy, good girl, the list goes on and on and on... and he mixes it up, too ! pretty slut, sweet dumb baby, perfect fuck toy, silly whore, cum hungry angel, i'm gonna stop myself now-

➾kissing hongjoong always involves tongue ! even if it's a quick peck, he slips between your lips and kisses your tongue with his. before you both even start undressing in the bedroom, he's putting his tongue in your mouth and letting you suck on it as he trails his hands all over your body; getting you all hot and bothered with only his tongue flicking at yours and his hands over your clothes

➾when he's submissive he's almost as much a brat as wooyoung — which is to say, veryyyy fucking bratty. begging for more even when he can't take it without crying, telling you he wants your pussy on his cock and not some stupid toy in his ass even though he's cumming the second you hit his prostate while simultaneously jerking him off. he's very rough with you when he's dominant, so he lets to do the same to him when you are:

➾lets you pull his hair, slap him, pinch his nipples until he's begging, he doesn't know why; but he goes crazy when you tie him up and tease his cock and squeeze his balls until he's crying. likes it when call him all sorts of filthy things. his favorite might have to be dumb boy, because he cums the second you say it — especially if you're wearing his armband while domming him, mocking him by saying how is he really the captain ? he's such a weak, dumb boy right now, letting you fuck him in the ass.

➾if he's had a particularly rough day, he wants to just forget everything and you can help him do just that by tying him down and making him cum until he physically cant anymore. he'll beg you to slow down but he won't do anything to actually stop you because it's making him so pleasantly stupid how you jerk him off, how you ride him, how you thrust the dildo into him like you know exactly where to aim.

➾he's so clingy afterwards when he's been subbing, hugging you tight and nuzzling his face into your chest like an overgrown house cat while you rub his back and run your fingers through his hair while telling him how amazing he is (because he truly needs to hear it <3)

➾all of that above, though ? semi-rare occasions. hongjoong is mean and rough a good 70% of the time. he pulls your hair, pinches your nipples, slaps you while he's pounding every drop of his cum into you all while telling you that you'd better not cum unless you want him to slap your pussy for disobeying him.

➾puts a spreader bar between your legs and yanks you into his thrusts with it. chokes you in a headlock with his arm band chafing your skin as he fucks you from behind. holds a vibrator against your clit until you sob. bends you over the bed and shoves your face into the sheets while calling you his perfect, pretty, dumb little slut who's made to take his cock —

➾his cock !! i'm fucking drooling. thick more than long, four fingers isn't even enough to stretch you out for him. it's always stings a bit and you always love it. he asks you if anyone else will ever fill you out like he does, or is this little cunt all his now? fucking goliath girth, and he knows it:

➾he pulls all the way out just to quickly fuck back into you and make you gasp again and again. all while saying how your cunt was made to take his fat length and how he's the only one who's ever gonna fuck you again especially after he's remolded the shape of your cunt to fit him — and only him — perfectly

➾he loves choking you, especially when he's cumming. wrapping both hands around your neck and spitting in your mouth and looking in your eyes as you beg for his cum, makes his entire body tingle. if he doesn't cum inside of you while saying how youre his — and only his, is that clear, little girl? — cum dump, he's spilling his release all over your stomach after pulling out at the last second so he can see you covered in him.

➾soft sex with hongjoong is soft. like a fluffy cloud or a pillow of cotton candy type soft: fingers laced together, slow and deep strokes, bodies molded together like you're snuggling and not fucking, he sucks on your skin and kisses your neck. quiet, breathy claims of "mine" as he fills you up and circles your clit slowly.

➾aftercare involves cock warming no ifs, ands, or buts. he stays buried inside of you while he rubs your head and whispers how much he loves you and how he means that you really are all his and he's all yours ♡

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