multifanhoe99

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 11- Lap dance

Pairing: Non-Idol!J-hope X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Roomate!Hobi, Male Stripper!Hobi, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

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18+ MDNI

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You loved watching Hobi dance. That's why you come to this club every night that he works. Hoseok has been your best friend for years and he's always wanted to dance. That's why you support his side hustle of working at the club. This support has so far only had one drawback. Every time to see him dance you can't help but wonder what his hips would feel like grinding against yours. So many years of friendship and you've never thought of him that way until now. Tonight, as you sit at your usual spot near the stage, you can't tear your eyes away from Hobi's fluid movements. The pulsing lights accentuate every roll of his body, every graceful gesture of his arms. Your heart races as he locks eyes with you mid-routine, flashing that brilliant smile that always makes your knees weak. After his set, Hoseok bounds over to you, still flushed and breathless from dancing.

"Did you like the new choreography?" he asks eagerly, running a hand through his damp hair.

"It was amazing," you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady, "You're incredible up there." He beams at the praise, then leans in close to be heard over the thumping music.

"Want to grab a drink? My shift's over." You nod, not trusting yourself to speak as his warm hand grabs yours so he can lead the way.

“What do you want to eat,” he asks when you are sitting at the bar with your drinks, “do you think that good chicken place is still open.”

“Yeah, I think so,” you reply.

“Great,” he says with that smile again, “then we'll get that on the way home.” As you follow Hoseok out of the club, the cool night air hits your flushed skin. Your mind races, torn between the familiar comfort of your friendship and the new, electrifying tension you feel. The walk to the chicken place is filled with Hobi's animated chatter about his dance routines and upcoming performances, but you find it hard to focus on his words. Instead, you're hyper-aware of his proximity, the way his shoulder occasionally brushes against yours. At the restaurant, you both order your usual favorites. Sitting across from each other in the small booth, you can't help but notice how the warm lighting softens Hoseok's features, making him look even more handsome than usual. He catches you staring and tilts his head, a curious expression on his face.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, concern evident in his voice, "You've been quieter than usual tonight.”

“Yeah,” you start but you’ve never been a very good liar, especially with Hoseok, “Okay no, I just…you move so…and I just wonder…ya know what forget it it’s nothing I am just being silly.” Hoseok leans forward, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? We've been friends for too long to start keeping secrets now." His sincerity makes your heartache. You take a deep breath, knowing you're about to cross a line you can't uncross.

"It's just... watching you dance tonight, I couldn't help but think about... us. In a different way." You can feel your cheeks burning as you struggle to meet his eyes. Hoseok's expression shifts from concern to surprise, his eyes widening slightly. For a moment, the only sound is the low hum of the restaurant around you.

"Oh," he says softly, then pauses. You brace yourself for rejection, for awkwardness, for the potential end of your friendship. But then, unexpectedly, a slow smile spreads across his face. This smile you recognize as the mischievous one he gives when he has something planned.

“Finish up,” he says, “I have been working on some new material and I can’t wait to get home and show it to you.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding your system. You quickly finish your meal, barely tasting the food as your mind races with possibilities. The walk back to yours and Hoseok's apartment is charged with a new energy, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. As soon as you're inside, Hoseok turns to you with that same mischievous smile.

"Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing to the couch, "I'll be right back." You sit down, your palms sweaty as you wait. When Hoseok returns, he's changed into a loose tank top and sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He connects his phone to the speakers, and a slow, sensual beat fills the room.

"This is a new piece I've been working on," he says, his voice lower than usual, "I hope you don’t mind but I have been saving this for something special and I think this is the perfect time to bust it out.” As the music begins to pulse through the room, Hoseok's body starts to move in a way you've never seen before. This isn't his usual club routine - this is something far more intimate, more sensual. His hips sway hypnotically, his hands trailing down his body in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat. You can't tear your eyes away as he dances closer, his movements fluid and purposeful. The dim light of the apartment casts shadows that accentuate every curve and angle of his body. Suddenly, he's right in front of you, his hands braced on either side of your head on the back of the couch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. He leans in close, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispers, "Is this what you were thinking about?" You can only nod, your voice lost somewhere between your racing heart and dry throat. Hoseok continues his dance now slightly grinding against you every now and then. You almost couldn’t believe you were getting a lap dance from your very talented, very attractive best friend. Your hands hover uncertainly, wanting to touch but unsure if you're allowed. Hoseok senses your hesitation and gently takes your wrists, guiding your hands to his hips.

"It's okay," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "Touch me." With permission granted, you let your fingers explore the planes of his body, tracing the muscles you've admired from afar for so long. Hoseok's movements become more fluid, and more intimate as he responds to your touch. The music seems to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of your shared breathing and the rustle of fabric. Hoseok's fingers thread through your hair, tilting your head back slightly. His eyes, usually so bright and playful, are dark with desire.

"I've wanted this for so long," he confesses, his voice husky, "I just never thought you'd feel the same way.”

“I have wanted this too,” you reply, “I just didn’t want to ruin anything. Although, lately when you’re on stage it drives me crazy.” Hoseok's eyes sparkle with delight at your confession.

"Really? I had no idea," he says, his voice low and teasing, "Maybe I should have been putting on private shows for you all along." His hips continue to move in mesmerizing circles, the friction between your bodies building an exquisite tension. You can feel the hard planes of his abs under your fingertips, the strength in his thighs as he straddles you. The air between you is electric, charged with years of unspoken desire finally finding release. Slowly, deliberately, Hoseok leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, giving you one last chance to back out, to preserve your friendship as it was. But you're past the point of no return. Instead of answering, you close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that starts soft and tentative but quickly deepens with pent-up passion. Hoseok responds eagerly, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that matches your own. His hands cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating - a hint of the fruity cocktail he had at the club mixed with something uniquely Hobi. You run your hands up his back, feeling the muscles flex under your touch. Hoseok breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down to your neck. His breath is hot against your skin as he nips and sucks, surely leaving marks. You don't care - all you can focus on is the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the way his hips continue to move in that maddening rhythm.

"Hobi," you gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, "I never knew you could move like this."

He chuckles against the skin of your neck, “Wanna see how else I can move?” Your breath catches at his suggestive words.

"Yes," you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. Hoseok pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. The playful glint is still there, but there's something deeper too - a tenderness that makes your heart swell.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, "This will change things between us."

You nod, cupping his face in your hands, "I'm sure. I want this. I want you, Hobi." His answering smile is radiant. In one fluid motion, he stands, pulling you up with him. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he guides you towards his bedroom, never breaking eye contact. Once inside, Hoseok's hands find the hem of your shirt, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of your lower back.

"May I?" he asks, ever the gentleman.

“Please,” you reply, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Hoseok slowly lifts your shirt over your head, his eyes drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. His fingers trail down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You shiver at his touch, overcome with the intensity of the moment.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your collarbone. You reach for the hem of his tank top, eager to feel his skin against yours. Hoseok raises his arms, allowing you to pull the garment off. The sight of his toned chest and abs makes your mouth go dry. You've seen him shirtless before, but never like this - never with the promise of more. Hoseok gently guides you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. You sit down, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and awe. Hoseok stands before you, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts shadows that accentuate the defined muscles of his torso. You reach out, tracing a finger along the lines of his abs, feeling them twitch under your touch.

"Like what you see?" Hoseok asks, his voice low and teasing. You nod, unable to find words. Hoseok leans down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. He hovers over you, his weight supported on his forearms as he deepens the kiss. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance which you eagerly grant. As your tongues dance, Hoseok's hips begin to move against yours, recreating the rhythm from his earlier dance. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through you both. You moan into the kiss, your hands roaming over Hoseok's back, feeling the muscles flex as he moves above you. His lips leave yours to trail hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your collarbone.

"Hobi," you gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, "Please, I need more." He lifts his head, eyes dark with desire.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, voice husky.

"You," you breathe, "All of you."

A slow smile spreads across his face, "Your wish is my command." With practiced grace, Hoseok sits back on his heels, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. He maintains eye contact as he slowly pushes them down. Your breath catches as Hoseok's sweatpants slide down, revealing more of his toned body. His movements are deliberate and sensual, a private dance just for you. As the fabric pools at his feet, you drink in the sight of him - all lean muscle and golden skin. Hoseok steps out of his pants and crawls back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours once more. His hands trace the curve of your waist, fingers teasing at the waistband of your own pants.

"May I?" he asks softly, his breath warm against your skin. You nod eagerly, lifting your hips to help as he slowly removes the last barrier between you. Hoseok's eyes roam over your now fully exposed body, his gaze filled with admiration and desire.

"You're breathtaking," Hoseok whispers, his voice filled with awe. His hands ghost over your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You shiver under his touch, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Hoseok leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His body presses against yours, skin to skin, and you gasp at the sensation. Your hands roam his back, feeling the muscles flex as he moves above you.

"Are you sure about this?" Hoseok asks, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. His gaze is tender, giving you one last chance to back out.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you reply, cupping his face in your hands, "I want you, Hobi. All of you." A slow smile spreads across his face, and he leans in to kiss you again. Hoseok's lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of tingling sensations in their wake. His hands explore your body with reverence as if memorizing every curve and contour. You arch into his touch, craving more.

"Tell me what you like," Hoseok murmurs against your skin, "I want to make you feel good." You guide his hand lower, showing him exactly where you need his touch. Hoseok follows your lead, his skilled fingers quickly finding a rhythm that has you gasping and clutching at his shoulders. As the pleasure builds, Hoseok watches your face intently, drinking in every expression of ecstasy. When you're teetering on the edge, he slows his movements, drawing out the sensation.

"Hobi, please," you whimper, hips bucking against his hand.

"Not yet," he says, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

"Yes, please," you moan, desperate for more. Hoseok positions himself between your legs, the tip of his length teasing your entrance. He captures your lips in a deep kiss as he slowly pushes inside, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. You gasp at the sensation of fullness, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"You okay?" Hoseok asks softly, his forehead resting against yours.

"More than okay," you breathe, "You feel amazing." Hoseok begins to move, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that has you both panting. His hips roll with the same fluid grace he displays on stage, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Faster," you plead, and Hoseok obliges, picking up the pace.

The room fills with the sounds of your shared pleasure - soft moans, gasps, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Hoseok's movements become more urgent, his thrusts deeper and faster. You can feel the tension building in your core, a coiling heat that threatens to consume you.

"Hobi," you gasp, "I'm close..."

"Me too," he pants, his rhythm faltering slightly, "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you." His words push you over the edge. Your back arches as waves of pleasure crash over you, Hoseok's name falling from your lips like a prayer. The sensation of your release triggers Hoseok's own, and he buries his face in your neck as he reaches his peak, his hips stuttering against yours. For a moment, you both lie there, breathless and tangled together. Hoseok gently rolls to the side, pulling you close against his chest. You can feel his heart racing, matching the rapid beat of your own. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as you both come down from your high.

"Wow," you finally manage to say, your voice slightly hoarse.

Hoseok chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, "Yeah, wow is right."

You lift your head to look at him, suddenly feeling a bit shy despite the intimacy you just shared, "So... what happens now?" Hoseok's eyes soften as he gazes at you. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender.

"Now? Well, I was hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing. I meant what I said earlier - I've wanted this, wanted you, for a long time." Your heart swells at hearing those words.

"I want that too," you whisper, a smile spreading across your face, "I never imagined this could happen, but now that it has, I don't want to go back." Hoseok's eyes light up, his signature sunny smile returning.

"Good, because I don't think I could bear to pretend this didn't happen." He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "You know, I've choreographed so many routines thinking of you. Imagining your reaction, hoping to catch your eye."

You laugh softly, snuggling closer to him, "Well, it certainly worked. I couldn't take my eyes off you tonight."

"Mission accomplished then," he says with a playful wink. His fingers continue to trace patterns on your skin, sending pleasant shivers down your spine, "So, does this mean I get to give you private performances more often?" You feel a blush creep up your cheeks at Hoseok's suggestive question.

"I'd love that," you reply, your voice is soft but filled with anticipation, "Though I'm not sure how I'll ever be able to watch you perform at the club again without thinking about... this." Hoseok's eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Maybe that's the point," he says, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, "I'll be thinking about you too, you know. Every move, every gesture - it'll all be for you." The intimacy of his words makes your heart race. You trace your fingers along the line of his jaw, marveling at how familiar yet new this feels.

"I like the sound of that," you murmur, leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss. This one is slower, more languid, as if you both have all the time in the world to explore each other and now you kind of do.

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A/N: I have been really unmotivated lately and I apologize to you all. I am gonna catch up I promise but here is this for now.

[multifanhoe99]

can you do chanyeol x reader with arrange marriage plz

I hope you enjoyed it!

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 10- Hair Pulling

Pairing: Hwiyoung x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Surprising him, lingerie, alcohol consumption, nickname (baby), oral m/f receiving, hickeys, unprotected sex, creampie, fans see your hickey.

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18+ MDNI

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Today was the day that Hwiyoung was coming back from the tour. After months of texts, video calls, and small surprises from fans sending encouraging messages to both of you it was finally time for him to come home to you. You decided that you were going to surprise when he gets home. So, you went to the mall to get yourself something new to wear for him. You treated yourself to a new ensemble - a sleek, black bra with delicate lace detailing and matching panties that hugged every curve. And to top it off, a daring red dress made of sheer mesh that left little to the imagination. With these pieces, you felt confident and alluring. With a determined step, you made your way to the local flower shop and carefully selected two dozen long-stemmed roses. Their vibrant colors and sweet scent filled your heart with joy and anticipation. And then, with the bouquet held tightly in your arms, you made one last stop at the store to pick out the perfect bottle of wine. The shelves were lined with a variety of options, each with its own unique label and promise of a good time. You took your time browsing and finally settled on a deep red Merlot, knowing it would pair perfectly with the dinner you had planned for later. As you left the store, your arms were full and your heart was light with excitement for the evening ahead. After arriving home, you headed upstairs to change into the new underwear and dress that you had purchased earlier in the day. Once dressed, you went back downstairs and prepared an ice bucket for the wine. Checking on the progress of dinner, you took a moment to apply makeup and style your hair. As a final touch, you scattered half of the roses' petals in a trail leading from the entrance to the bedroom, while the other half remained in a stunning vase on display. You were putting the finishing touches on dinner when you heard Hwiyoung finally walk in.

You come out from the kitchen, "Hey baby," you said and went up to him giving him a kiss. Hwiyoung's eyes widened as he took in your appearance, his gaze traveling slowly from your perfectly styled hair down to your daring red dress. A smile spread across his face as he pulled you close, his hands settling on your waist.

"Wow," he breathed, his voice low and filled with appreciation, "You look absolutely stunning." You felt a blush creep across your cheeks at his compliment.

"I missed you so much," you murmured, running your fingers through his hair, "I wanted to make tonight special." Hwiyoung's eyes sparkled as he noticed the trail of rose petals leading further into the house.

"You did all this for me?" he asked his tone a mixture of surprise and delight. You nodded, taking his hand and leading him towards the kitchen.

"I have dinner ready, and there's wine chilling. Shall we?" He nods and follows you into the kitchen. You spend time catching up on all the things and after a full meal and half a bottle of wine it is time for the rest of the surprise. You both followed the rose petals to your shared room and laid down on the bed with him beneath you. Without wasting a moment, you immediately set to work on kissing his lips, then trailing down to his neck. With each kiss and touch, his body responded eagerly, encouraging you to continue. You deftly removed his shirt, revealing the toned muscles underneath, and continued your descent down his chest, pausing to leave teasing kisses along the way. When you reached his stomach, you couldn't resist the urge to move back up and find his sensitive spots. Your tongue flicked over one of his nipples, causing him to moan in pleasure. Suddenly, he took control and flipped you around so that he was on top. His hands skillfully pulled off your dress in one swift movement, exposing your skin for his eager mouth to explore. He hungrily sucked on your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. You arched your chest up to his and moaned slightly telling him to hurry, but Hwiyoung was more of a tease than you were. Hwiyoung's fingers deftly unclasped your bra, slowly sliding the straps down your shoulders. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. Leaning down, he placed feather-light kisses along your collarbone, working his way lower. You shivered in anticipation as his lips brushed the swell of your breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His hands caressed your sides, fingertips trailing along your curves. You arched into his touch, craving more. Hwiyoung took his time, savoring every inch of you. His tongue swirled around your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You gasped at the sensation, threading your fingers through his hair to hold him closer. As he lavished attention on your breasts and nipples you were getting impatient. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You couldn't take the teasing any longer. With a low growl, you flipped Hwiyoung onto his back, straddling his hips. His eyes widened in surprise and arousal at your sudden assertiveness.

"My turn," you purred, running your hands down his chest. You ground your hips against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. Hwiyoung groaned, his hands gripping your thighs. Slowly, agonizingly, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You maintained eye contact as you slid down his body, pulling his pants and boxers with you. His erection sprang free, and you licked your lips in anticipation. Without warning, you took him into your mouth. Hwiyoung's head fell back against the pillow, a strangled moan leaving his lips. His hands moved to your hair gripping tightly which made you moan around him. You loved it when he pulled your hair the pain and pleasure mixed together spurring you on. As you worked your mouth along Hwiyoung's length, his moans grew louder and more desperate. His hips began to thrust upwards, seeking more of the wet heat of your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, and were rewarded with a deep groan from Hwiyoung.

"Wait," he gasped, roughly tugging at your hair and pulling you off him, "I don't want to cum like this." You look up at him through your lashes and with saliva running down your chin. Hwiyoung's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back and settled between your legs.

"My turn," he whispered, echoing your earlier words. Hwiyoung's fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. He began kissing down your stomach then he moved to your thighs kissing slowly towards your folds.

"Hwi, stop teasing," you whine. Hwiyoung chuckled softly against your skin, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs.

"Patience, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I've been dreaming of this for months." Without warning, he ran his tongue along your slit, causing you to gasp and arch your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he began to explore you with his mouth. His tongue circled your clit before sucking it gently, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Oh god, Hwi," you moaned, your hips rolling against his face. He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your sensitive bud. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you felt yourself rapidly approaching the edge. Hwiyoung could sense how close you were and pulled away. Before you could whine again he flipped you over again. Now you lay on your stomach with him behind you. He pulls your hair roughly again so you are now on your hands and knees before him. Hwiyoung's grip on your hair sent shivers down your spine as he positioned himself behind you. You felt the heat of his body against your back, his breath hot on your neck. With agonizing slowness, he teased your entrance with the tip of his length, coating himself in your wetness.

"Please, Hwi," you whimpered, pushing back against him impatiently.

He chuckled darkly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "What do you want, baby? Tell me."

"I want you inside me," you gasped, desperate for more contact, "Please, I need you." With a low groan, Hwiyoung finally pushed into you, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. You both moaned at the sensation, savoring the feeling of being joined after so long apart. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust and then he was moving in and out of you with speed and skill. You both were moaning and cursing and saying each other's names. He still had his hand in your hair using it to pull you back against him. The room filled with the sounds of your passionate reunion, skin against skin, breathy moans, and whispered endearments. Hwiyoung's thrusts became more urgent, his grip on your hair tightening as he neared his peak. You could feel your own release building, a coiling tension in your core threatening to snap at any moment.

"Hwi, I'm close," you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"Me too, baby," he panted, his rhythm faltering slightly, "Cum for me." His words were all it took to send you over the edge. Your body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over you, Hwiyoung's name falling from your lips in a breathless cry. The feeling of you clenching around him pushed Hwiyoung to his own climax. He buried himself deep inside you with a final thrust he came sending spurts of warm cum deep inside of you. As the rush of pleasure subsided, you both came down from your highs and took a moment to catch your breath. He lovingly helped clean you up, wiping away any remnants of the passionate encounter. Then, slipping into comfortable clothes, you snuggled onto the bed together, his strong arms enveloping you in warmth and safety. After a few blissful moments of simply being in each other's arms, you decided to capture this special moment. You posted an Instagram. In the photo, he held you close, resting his head on your shoulder as you melted into his touch. The caption read 'I am so grateful to have my baby back from tour!!' At the time, you didn't realize it, but when someone commented, "Girl, I would be happy too if Hwiyoung left me with such obvious hickeys LOL." You felt a bit embarrassed. You showed Hwiyoung and he laughed before kissing you and saying, "I do give pretty good hickeys, don't I?" You playfully hit him and he giggled. Later on, the two of you watched a movie before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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A/N: I am all caught up again and before 11pm woohoo! If you have any requests for things you wanna see after kinktober please leave them for me and I will get to them asap.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 9- Wax Play

Pairing: Xiumin x GN!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship, Nickname (baby), slight begging, praise, hand stuff, only the reader cums.

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18+ MDNI

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“You’ll let me know if it hurts right,” your boyfriend asks slightly worried.

“Of course, baby,” you reply. You and your boyfriend Xiumin have been wanting to explore new things in the bedroom. One of the things you really wanted to try was wax play. You heard that it could feel nice as long as you didn’t get a wax that burns really hot. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as Xiumin carefully lights the first candle. The warm glow illuminates his concentrated expression. He tilts the candle, letting a small drop fall onto his own wrist first to test the temperature.

"Okay, I think it's ready," he says softly, "Where should we start?"

You lie back on the soft towel you've laid out, your heart beating faster, "Maybe try my stomach first?" you suggest. Xiumin nods, positioning the candle above you. You both hold your breath as the first drop falls, landing just below your navel. The sensation is intense - a quick, sharp heat that quickly fades to a pleasant warmth. You let out a small gasp.

"Is that okay," Xiumin asks quickly. You nod, smiling reassuringly. He tilts the candle again, creating a trail of wax across your skin. You arch into it, savoring the heat and the way it cools and hardens almost instantly. Xiumin's eyes darken as he continues to watch pleasure fill you with the sensation of the wax.

"More," you breathe, captivated by the intricate pattern forming on your skin. Xiumin obliges, his steady hand guiding the candle in swirling motions. The wax creates delicate rivers across your abdomen, each new drop eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Xiumin's free hand traces the outline of the cooling wax, his touch feather-light.

"You're beautiful like this," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows that dance across your bodies. Emboldened by your reactions, Xiumin moves the candle higher, hovering over the swell of your breast.

"May I?" he asks, seeking permission. You nod eagerly, anticipation building. The first drop lands just above your nipple, and you gasp at the intensified sensation. The heat blooms across your sensitive skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. Xiumin watches your reaction intently, his eyes dark with desire. Encouraged, he lets another drop fall, then another, creating a delicate pattern around your nipple.

"How does it feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"Amazing," you breathe, arching into the sensation, "Don't stop." Xiumin smiles a mix of tenderness and passion in his expression. He continues his artistry, alternating between quick drops and slow, deliberate streams of wax. The contrast between the sharp heat and the cool air on your skin is intoxicating. As he works, you feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. The wax trails down your sides, and across your ribs, creating a web of sensation. Xiumin's free hand explores the soft skin of your thighs creeping closer and closer to where you need him most. Xiumin's fingers dance along your inner thigh, teasing and tantalizing as he continues to drip wax across your body. The dual sensations of his gentle touch and the intense heat of the wax send shivers of pleasure coursing through you. Your breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as the anticipation builds.

"Xiumin," you moan softly, your hips lifting slightly off the towel, seeking more contact. He understands your unspoken request, setting the candle aside for a moment. His hand moves higher, fingertips barely grazing your most sensitive areas.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

"Touch me," you plead, your body trembling with need. Xiumin obliges, his fingers finally making contact where you crave it most. You cry out in pleasure as he begins to pleasure you with his hand.

Xiumin moans in your ear, “Mmm baby, you’re already so turned on for me. Did I get you this excited?”

"It's all because of you," you whisper back, your voice breathy with arousal. Xiumin's skilled hand continues its ministrations, building the pleasure steadily. He leans down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as his touch becomes more insistent. With his free hand, Xiumin reaches for the candle again.

"Are you ready for more?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for consent.

You nod eagerly, "Yes, please." He tilts the candle, letting a stream of wax fall across your collarbone. The sensation, combined with his hand still working between your legs, is almost overwhelming. You arch your back, crying out in ecstasy. Xiumin continues his dual assault on your senses, alternating between dripping wax on your skin and pleasuring you with his hand. The room fills with the sound of your breathless moans. Xiumin's movements become more urgent, his hand working faster as he senses you approaching the edge. He drips another stream of wax along your ribcage, the heat intensifying the building pleasure.

"Oh god, Xiumin," you gasp, your body trembling, "I'm so close."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Let go, baby. I want to see you come undone." His words, combined with the exquisite sensations coursing through your body, push you over the edge. Your back arches off the towel as waves of pleasure crash over you. Xiumin continues his ministrations, drawing out your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him.

As you come down from your high, Xiumin gently sets the candle aside and pulls you into his arms. You nestle against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart matching your own. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, carefully avoiding the cooling wax.

"That was incredible," you murmur, still catching your breath. Xiumin presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You're incredible," he replies, his voice filled with awe and affection, "How do you feel?"

You take a moment to assess your body, reveling in the lingering sensations, "Amazing. A little sensitive, but still amazing."

He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest, "I'm glad. I was a bit nervous at first, but seeing you enjoy it so much... it was beautiful." You tilt your head up to kiss him gently. You wouldn’t want to try this with anyone else.

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A/N: Now I have officially finished all the requests I had. Starting from this one on I let a few of my friends pick who the story would include. They had no context I just pulled up pictures of the group and said pick one so at least you all know my friends have impeccable taste.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 8- Corruption

Pairing: Non-Idol!Chanyeol x Innocent!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage, virgin!reader, possessive!Chanyeol, nickname (Angel), mentions of multiple rounds, He basically makes you cum over and over till the sun comes up.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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Chanyeol didn't like the idea of marrying someone he didn't know. He thought that the practice of arranged marriages between wealthy families was weird and unnecessary. In fact, he was planning on ruining this dinner to save you both the trouble later. He thought he had it all planned out perfectly until the moment he laid eyes on you. You looked so soft and innocent. He instantly wanted to protect you from the world. Hide you away in his own personal bubble and never let anyone else touch you. It unlocked something in him that he never knew was there. Something that made him want to ruin your perfectness. All he could imagine was watching as your adorable makeup got smudged and smeared because he had you in tears from pleasure you'd never known until him. Chanyeol's heart raced as he approached you, his earlier plans of sabotage long forgotten. He bowed slightly, taking your hand and brushing his lips across your knuckles. The touch sent electricity through him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You blushed, averting your eyes shyly. "Likewise," you murmured. As dinner progressed, Chanyeol found himself captivated by your every word and gesture. He watched the way you delicately sipped your wine, imagining those lips on his skin. When you laughed at something he said, the sound was like music. Under the table, his hand found your knee. You jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. Chanyeol's thumb traced small circles on your skin, relishing how soft you felt. Your eyes met his, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flickering across your features. Chanyeol felt a surge of possessiveness, wanting to be the only one to ever see that look on your face. As the evening wore on, the tension between you grew palpable. Every accidental brush of hands, every shared glance, felt charged with electricity. Chanyeol found himself leaning in closer, drinking in your scent, memorizing the curve of your neck. When dinner finally ended, he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go. Luckily he didn't have to wait long. It is customary in these arranged marriages for the couple to meet for the first time the night before the wedding and no sooner. So he would see you again tomorrow, walking down the aisle, looking even more pure and angelic than you did tonight.

As Chanyeol lay in bed that night, his mind raced with thoughts of you. He tossed and turned, unable to shake the image of your innocent face, your gentle smile. The need to possess you, to claim you as his own, consumed him. When morning finally came, Chanyeol dressed with meticulous care. His hands shook slightly as he adjusted his tie, anticipation building. This was it - the day he would make you his forever. The ceremony passed in a blur. Chanyeol barely heard the words being spoken, his eyes fixed on you. You looked ethereal in your white gown like an angel descended from heaven. His angel. As you said your vows, Chanyeol's voice was thick with emotion. Not nerves, as the guests assumed, but raw desire. He slipped the ring on your finger, relishing how soft your skin was beneath his fingers calloused from playing guitar. When the officiant finally pronounced you husband and wife, Chanyeol could barely contain himself. He pulled you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other cupping your face. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gently but quickly intensified. You gasped softly against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, giving you a taste of the passion that had been building since he first saw you. The reception was torture for Chanyeol. All he wanted was to whisk you away, to finally have you all to himself. But social obligations kept you both busy, greeting guests and participating in various traditions. His eyes followed you constantly, drinking in every smile, every laugh. Whenever possible, he kept a possessive hand on you - at your waist, on your arm, clasping your hand in his. As the night wore on, Chanyeol grew increasingly impatient. All he wanted was to finally claim you as his. He wanted to be the devil to tempt you, his angel, into lustful sin. Finally, the last guest departed and you were alone. Chanyeol's eyes darkened as he turned to you, his new bride. Without a word, he swept you into his arms and carried you to the honeymoon suite. Once inside, he set you down gently. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for you, cupping your face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip, "So pure and innocent. I want to corrupt you in the most delicious ways." You shivered at his words, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. Chanyeol's lips found yours in a searing kiss, more passionate than the one you'd shared at the altar. His tongue sought entrance, which you granted with a soft gasp. Chanyeol's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve through the delicate fabric of your wedding gown. You whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"You're mine now," he murmured against your neck, his breath hot on your skin, "All mine." With deft fingers, he began unlacing your dress, his lips never leaving your skin. As the gown fell away, Chanyeol's eyes darkened with desire. Chanyeol's eyes raked over your newly exposed skin, drinking in every inch of you. He reached out to touch you, reverent and possessive all at once.

"Perfect," he breathed, "You're absolutely perfect." You shivered under his intense gaze, a blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. Chanyeol tracked the rosy color with his eyes, fascinated.

"So innocent," he murmured, "But not for long." In one swift motion, he pulled you flush against him, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped at the sudden movement, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Chanyeol walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He gently lowered you onto the soft sheets. His eyes never left yours as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing toned muscles underneath. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight. Chanyeol smirked, noticing your wide-eyed gaze.

"Like what you see, angel?" he purred, voice low and seductive. You nodded shyly, unable to form words. Chanyeol's smirk widened as he finished undressing, leaving him in just his boxers. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline, "So pure and perfect. I can't wait to ruin you." His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You gasped and arched into him, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"That's it, angel," he murmured, "Let me hear you." His hands roamed your body, touching and caressing places no one ever had before. You whimpered softly, torn between shyness and growing desire. Chanyeol's eyes darkened at the sound.

"No need to be shy," he said, voice husky, "You're mine now. All mine." He captured your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans as his fingers found sensitive spots. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Chanyeol hissed in pleasure.

"You're so responsive," he murmured against your skin. "So sensitive to my touch. I love it." Chanyeol's hands continued to explore your body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure. You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

"Ch-Chanyeol," you gasped, your voice breathy and uncertain. He paused, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes, "Yes, angel?"

"I've... I've never..." you trailed off, blushing furiously.

Understanding dawned in Chanyeol's eyes, followed by a flash of possessive hunger. "You've never been touched like this before, have you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. When you shook your head, he groaned softly. "Oh, angel. I'm going to make this so good for you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'll be gentle, I promise." His lips found yours again in a tender kiss as his hands resumed their exploration of your body. You gasped and whimpered at his touch, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol took his time, savoring every reaction, every soft sound that fell from your lips.

“That's it, angel," he encouraged softly "Let go. Feel everything I'm doing to you." Slowly, carefully, he began to push you towards the edge. Your breath came in short pants, your body trembling beneath his. Chanyeol watched your face intently, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crossed your features. Your back arched as waves of pleasure washed over you, Chanyeol's name falling from your lips in a breathless cry. He held you close as you shuddered against him, murmuring words of praise and adoration. As you came down from your high, Chanyeol peppered your face with soft kisses. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect." You blushed at his words, still shy despite what had just transpired between you. Chanyeol smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"We're not done yet, angel," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "I'm going to worship every inch of you tonight." True to his word, Chanyeol spent hours exploring your body, bringing you to the heights of pleasure again and again. By the time the sun began to peek through the curtains, you were a trembling, exhausted mess. Your skin glistened with sweat, and your hair mussed beyond recognition. Chanyeol looked down at you with a mix of tenderness and pride.

"Look at you," he murmured, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb. "Thoroughly fucked out, and all mine." You managed a weak smile, still catching your breath. Chanyeol gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. His fingers combed gently through your tangled hair.

"Rest now, angel," he said softly, "You'll need your strength for later." As you drifted off to sleep, Chanyeol's arms wrapped protectively around you, you realized that maybe arranged marriages weren't so bad after all. You had found your perfect match in this man who could be both tender and possessive.

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A/N: I catch up just to fall behind. Oops.

[multifanhoe99]

hello! this is my first time to ask request, but can you write car sex with taeyang? 🥹 Thank youu!

Hello! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if I chose the wrong Taeyang. I think it came out really cute!

[multifanhoe99]

can you also make a smut for haruto? the concept is like (after concert smut)? 🥹

I got really carried away with this one so I really hope you like it!

[multifanhoe99]

could you do a wooyoung story? you can pick the theme, but definitely quite smutty/kinky 🤭

Wooyoung as a sub is fantastic but, Wooyoung as a dom with heavy switch undertones. Some of my best work I think I hope you like it.

[multifanhoe99]

Can you do Male reader x Kim Junmyeon/Suho oneshot with CNC?

Bro, THIS....I am mad and glad that I didn't get to it sooner. I hope you enjoyed.

[multifanhoe99]

Hello, the other day I started thinking about what minghao would say/do to you while you are in front of him with a sex machine.

🫣

I hope you liked it I know I sure did.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 7- Car

Pairing: Teayang x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: (I will fill these in later.)

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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You hadn’t done this since you were a teenager and honestly, you thought you’d never have to again. When Taeyang said he wanted to try something nostalgic you didn’t think he meant driving out to the middle of nowhere to fuck in his car like a couple of teens who can’t afford to get caught at their parents' house. Is it bad? No. Is it comfortable? Also, no but you definitely wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else. Your boyfriend could sweet talk you into anything, especially with that charming smile of his, and apparently that includes climbing into the backseat of your car and awkwardly trying to find a good position for you both.

"Tae, my leg is cramping," you groan, shifting awkwardly in the limited space. He chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.

"Sorry, babe. Here, let me..." He maneuvers carefully, pulling you onto his lap. The new position is better, but you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"I can't believe we're doing this. We have a house you know," you say, shaking your head. "What if someone drives by?" Taeyang's eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Then they'll get quite a show, won't they," He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, "Besides, isn't that half the fun?" You roll your eyes, but you can't deny the thrill and excitement coursing through you. It's ridiculous and uncomfortable, yet somehow perfect because it's him. His hands find your waist and they start helping you grind down into his lap. Now, you're really glad you decided to wear the skirt rather than the pants you were debating on when he asked you to come on this “little adventure” he called it. You gasp as the friction sends sparks of pleasure through your body. Taeyang's lips trail up your neck to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"See? Not so bad, is it?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You want to retort, to tease him back, but all you can manage is a breathy moan as he rolls his hips up to meet yours. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself as you move together in the confined space. The windows are starting to fog up, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you both. Outside, the world is dark and still, nothing but the sound of crickets and your labored breathing filling the air. Taeyang's hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher.

"God, you're beautiful," he says, his eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the view of you from below. You feel a blush creep across your cheeks at his words, a mix of shyness and arousal warming your skin. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently as you lean down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. The angle is awkward, but you don't care. All that matters is the taste of him, the feel of his body against yours. Taeyang's hands continue their journey upwards, fingertips skimming along your sides before cupping your breasts through your shirt. You arch into his touch, breaking the kiss to let out a soft moan. He takes the opportunity to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Tae," you gasp, grinding down harder against him. You can feel how hard he is through his sweats, the friction both delicious and maddening, "Please..." He understands without you having to finish your sentence. He is just as needy for you as you are for him. With deft movements, Taeyang's hands slide beneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. You lift yourself slightly, allowing him to tug them down your thighs. The cool air hits your heated skin, making you shiver. He groans at the sight of your wetness, fumbling with the waistband of his sweats. You help him, lifting yourself just enough for him to push them down his thighs. The car feels even smaller now, your body pressed close as you position yourself over him. Taeyang's hands grip your hips, guiding you down slowly. You both let out a low moan as he fills you, the sensation is overwhelming in the best way. For a moment, you both stay still, savoring the feeling of being connected. Taeyang's forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with your own. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much, making your heart swell with affection.

"I love you," you whisper, the words slipping out without thought.

His eyes meet yours, filled with warmth and adoration, "I love you too, baby. So much." You start to move, slowly at first, rolling your hips in a gentle rhythm. The cramped space of the backseat makes it challenging, but you find a way to make it work. Taeyang's hands guide your movements, his fingers digging into your flesh as pleasure builds. The car rocks gently with your movements, the suspension creaking softly. You're thankful for the secluded spot he chose, surrounded by trees that shield you from prying eyes or passing cars. Your movements become more frantic as the pleasure intensifies. Taeyang's lips find yours again, swallowing your moans as you ride him harder. The windows are completely fogged now, creating a steamy cocoon around you both. You break the kiss, throwing your head back as a particularly deep thrust hits just the right spot.

"Fuck, Tae," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groans in response, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

"You feel so good, baby," he pants, his voice strained with desire. The car creaks and sways with your movements, but you're too lost in sensation to care. Taeyang's hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation makes you cry out, your rhythm faltering as you chase your release.

"That's it," he says, “Lose yourself in the pleasure baby.” Your movements become more erratic as you approach your peak. Taeyang's skilled fingers and the delicious friction of him inside you are driving you wild. You can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.

"I'm close," you pant, your voice is breathy and desperate.

"Me too," Taeyang groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours with increased urgency, "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you." His words push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. Taeyang holds you close as you ride out the waves of pleasure, his own release following moments after. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his moans against your skin as he pulses inside you. For a few moments, you both stay still, catching your breath. The afterglow settles over you like a warm blanket, your bodies still intimately connected. You can feel Taeyang's heartbeat gradually slowing against your chest. The fog on the windows is starting to clear, reminding you of the world outside your little bubble.

"Well," you say, your voice slightly hoarse, "I guess some things do get better with age." Taeyang chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"Told you it would be fun," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You shift slightly, wincing at the stiffness in your muscles.

"Fun, yes. Comfortable? I think I'm too old for car sex now." He laughs again, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Sorry, love. How about a nice hot bath when we get home?"

"Mmm," you hum, “That sounds perfect. Then, round two?” Taeyang's eyes light up at your suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Round two, huh? I like the way you think." You laugh, carefully disentangling yourself from him. The process of getting dressed in the cramped backseat is just as awkward as getting undressed was, but you manage it with minimal elbowing and knee-bumping. As you slide back into the front seat, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the rearview mirror. Your hair is a mess, your lips swollen, and there's a telltale flush across your cheeks.

"I look like I did on prom night," you comment, attempting to smooth down your hair. Taeyang settles into the driver's seat, looking equally disheveled but utterly satisfied.

"You look beautiful," he says, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your cheek, “Let’s get home for that round two huh?” You chuckle and shake your head, but can't hide your smile as Taeyang starts the car. As you pull away from your secluded spot, you rest your hand on his thigh, feeling content and loved.

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A/N: I AM FINALLY CAUGHT UP! Also, I wasn't sure if the anon who requested this meant Yoo Taeyang or Taeyang as in Dong Youngbae. Either way, this came out really cute actually and I hope you all like it.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 6- Public

Pairing: Haruto x AFAB!reader, mentions of Hyunsuk and Yoshi

Warnings: (I will add these later.)

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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You loved getting to watch Haruto on stage. You could tell he loves what he does with the other members of Treasure. You especially loved watching him when they were touring in Japan. Something about being in his home country sets him off like no other. He’s even more energetic than usual and also more playful on stage. Wetting everyone and himself with the water, pulling up his shirt, sticking out his tongue, he was driving you wild. You couldn’t wait for the show to be over because watching him out there was getting you so hot and bothered. As the final notes of the encore faded and the lights dimmed, your heart raced with anticipation. You made your way backstage, flashing your VIP pass to security. The corridors buzzed with post-show energy, but you had eyes for only one person. You found Haruto in the dressing room, still flushed and breathless from the performance. His damp shirt clung to his body, outlining every curve of muscle. When he saw you, his eyes lit up with that mischievous spark you adored.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You crossed the room in three quick strides, pressing him against the wall.

"You have no idea," you breathed, before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Haruto responded eagerly, his hands roaming your body. He pulls away and before you can ask what’s wrong he is saying, “Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more secluded before all the rest of the guys come in?”

“I don’t know if I can wait much longer,” you say, “You think they wouldn’t like the free show?”

“Oh really,” Haruto questions. Then he’s turning you around in his arms one hand gently squeezing your throat and the other wrapped around your waist as he continues, “You such a filthy slut that you want me to show all my group mates how good I fuck you?” Your breath catches in your throat at his words and his firm grip. The thrill of his dominance sends a shiver down your spine.

"Maybe I am," you whisper breathlessly, pressing back against him, "But only for you."

Haruto growls low in your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck, "Then let's give them something to remember." In one swift motion, he spins you around and lifts you onto the makeup counter. Cosmetics and hair products clatter to the floor as he positions himself between your legs. His lips crash into yours hungrily as his hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Your fingers tangle in his sweat-dampened hair as his mouth moves to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Just then the door opens and in walks the other two members of Treasure’s rap line. Hyunsuk and Yoshi stop in their tracks shocked at the sight in front of them. You are so immersed in the kiss with Haruto that you don’t even notice that they have come in until you hear the clicking of a lock and Yoshi clearing his throat. You freeze, your eyes widening as you see Hyunsuk and Yoshi standing there. Haruto turns his head, keeping you pressed against him. Instead of looking embarrassed, a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Well, well," he says, voice low and husky, "Looks like we have an audience after all."

Hyunsuk raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, "Don't let us interrupt," he says smoothly.

Yoshi's gaze rakes over you hungrily, "Mind if we watch," he asks. Your heart pounds wildly, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. You look at Haruto questioningly. He meets your eyes, silently asking for permission. The heat in his gaze makes you shiver with desire.

"Only if you want them to," Haruto says, “Although, it was your idea to give a show. Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” You bite your lip, torn between embarrassment and arousal. The idea of being watched sends a thrill through you.

Throwing caution to the wind, you pull Haruto close and whisper in his ear, "Show them how good you make me feel."

Haruto's eyes darken with lust. He turns to Hyunsuk and Yoshi, who are watching intently, "Take a seat, boys. Class is in session." Without further preamble, Haruto's hands slide under your shirt, pulling it up and off to expose your skin. His mouth latches onto your collarbone, sucking and biting as his fingers work at your bra clasp. You moan softly, hyper-aware of the eyes on you. Hyunsuk and Yoshi settle into chairs, their gazes hungry as they watch. You catch Yoshi adjusting himself. Haruto's skilled fingers make quick work of your bra, tossing it aside. His mouth trails lower, leaving a path of fiery kisses down to your breasts. You gasp as he takes a nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Your back arches, pressing yourself closer to him. You hear a low groan from across the room and glance over to see Yoshi palming himself through his pants. The sight sends another jolt of arousal through you. Haruto notices your distraction and nips at your breast, drawing your attention back to him.

"Eyes on me, baby," he murmurs against your skin, "They can look, but only I get to touch." His hands slide down your sides to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, silently asking permission. You nod in agreement and he helps you off the counter so he can remove your pants.

“No panties,” Haruto asks, “You really were eager for my cock huh?”

You nod, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

"I couldn't wait," you admit breathlessly. Haruto's eyes darken with lust.

"Such a naughty girl," he growls, lifting you back onto the counter, "I think you deserve a reward for being so prepared." Without warning, he drops to his knees in front of you. His hot breath ghosts over your sensitive flesh, making you shiver in anticipation. He looks up at you through his lashes, maintaining eye contact as he slowly drags his tongue along your slit. You cry out at the sensation, your hands flying to tangle in his hair. Haruto hums in approval, the vibrations sending pleasure coursing through you. He laps at you eagerly, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention. Your head falls back against the mirror as Haruto's skilled tongue works you into a frenzy. He sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Your thighs tremble around his head as pleasure builds within you.

"Oh god, Haruto," you moan, tugging at his hair. He responds by sliding two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot. The dual stimulation has you teetering on the edge. You're vaguely aware of the sounds of heavy breathing and rustling fabric from across the room, but you can't bring yourself to look. All of your focus is on Haruto and the incredible things he's doing to your body.

"That's it, baby," Haruto murmurs against you, "Let go for me. Show them how good I make you feel." You moan louder, past caring about who might hear. Haruto increases his pace, his fingers pumping in and out as his tongue flicks rapidly over your sensitive bud. The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. You come with a cry of Haruto's name, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over you.

“Stay with me baby,” Haruto says, “I am not done with you yet.”

You're still trembling from your intense orgasm when Haruto stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks you over hungrily. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs and chest. Your mouth goes dry at the sight.

"See something you like," he teases, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. You nod eagerly, licking your lips in anticipation. Haruto smirks, taking his time as he unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs along with his underwear. His erection springs free, hard, and ready. You reach for him, but Haruto catches your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"Ah ah," he chides playfully, "I'm in charge here, remember?" You whimper with need as Haruto holds you in place, his body tantalizingly close but not touching.

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Tell me what you want, baby. Let them hear how desperate you are for me." Your face flushes hot with embarrassment and arousal. You're acutely aware of Hyunsuk and Yoshi watching intently, but Haruto's proximity is intoxicating.

"Please," you breathe, "I need you inside me."

"Louder," Haruto commands, nipping at your earlobe.

"Please fuck me, Haruto," you moan, louder this time, "I need your cock so bad." Haruto grins wickedly.

"Good girl," he purrs, releasing your wrists. In one fluid motion, he lifts you up off the counter and has you bent over the armrest of the couch opposite where Yoshi and Hyunsuk are sitting. He has your head pushed down facing them and this is the first good look at them you’ve gotten since they walked in. Your eyes lock with Yoshi's, his gaze intense and hungry. He's leaning back in his chair, one hand gripping the armrest while the other moves rhythmically along his now-freed cock. Beside him, Hyunsuk is also stroking himself slowly as he watches. The sight sends another jolt of arousal through you. Who knew that the entire rap line was so well-endowed. You make a mental note to ask Haruto about them joining you two some time. Haruto's hands grip your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing but not entering, and that brings you back into the moment. You whimper, trying to push back against him, but his grip holds you in place.

"Tell them how badly you want it," Haruto commands, his voice husky with desire.

"Please," you moan, your eyes still locked on Yoshi's, "I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me, Haruto." In one smooth thrust, Haruto enters you fully, stretching and filling you deliciously. You cry out in pleasure, your fingers digging into the couch cushions. Haruto sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust.

"That's it, baby," Haruto growls, his fingers digging into your hips, "Take it all." You moan wantonly, overwhelmed by the sensations. Haruto's cock hits all the right spots inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your cries and Haruto's low grunts. Your eyes flutter open, meeting Yoshi's intense gaze once more. His hand moves faster on his cock as he watches Haruto pound into you. Beside him, Hyunsuk's breathing has grown ragged, his own movements becoming more erratic.

"Look at them," Haruto commands, gripping your hair and pulling your head up, "See how much they're enjoying the show? How badly they wish they were in my place?" You whimper as this new angle has Haruto hitting all the right places inside you. Your eyes dart between Yoshi and Hyunsuk, taking in their flushed faces and lust-filled gazes. The sight of them pleasuring themselves while watching you and Haruto only heightens your arousal. Haruto's thrusts become even more forceful, driving you closer to the edge.

"Tell them," Haruto demands, his voice strained with effort, "Tell them how good it feels."

"So good," you moan, your voice breathy and desperate, "Haruto feels so amazing inside me. I love his cock so much." Haruto rewards your obedience by reaching around to rub tight circles on your clit. The added stimulation has you seeing stars, your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

"That's it, baby," Haruto encourages, "Come for me. Let them see how well I can please you." The combination of Haruto's relentless thrusts, his skilled fingers on your clit, and the intense gazes of Yoshi and Hyunsuk push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you in powerful waves, your inner walls clenching around Haruto's cock as you cry out his name. Your vision blurs as pleasure courses through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. Haruto's rhythm falters as your climax triggers his own. With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. You feel the warmth of his seed filling you, prolonging your own pleasure. As you both come down from your highs, you become aware of muffled grunts from across the room. You look up to see Yoshi and Hyunsuk reaching their own climax. As you watch Yoshi and Hyunsuk come undone, a wave of satisfaction washes over you. Haruto gently pulls out and helps you stand, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You lean back against his chest, still catching your breath.

"Well," Haruto says with a smirk, addressing Yoshi and Hyunsuk, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

Hyunsuk chuckles, cleaning himself up with some tissues, "That was quite the performance," he says appreciatively.

Yoshi nods in agreement, his eyes still dark with lingering desire, "You two are something else," he adds.

Haruto's hands caress your sides possessively. "This one is all mine," he warns playfully, "But maybe I will let you borrow her one day. I like to watch too."

“Haruto,” you cry out in embarrassment. Although, you aren’t entirely opposed to the idea. Haruto chuckles at your reaction, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm just teasing," he murmurs against your skin, "Unless..." He trails off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. You feel a thrill of excitement at the possibility, but decide to play coy.

"Maybe we should discuss that in private," you whisper, turning your head to nip at his earlobe. Haruto groans softly, his grip on you tightening.

"You're insatiable," he growls playfully. Across the room, Yoshi and Hyunsuk exchange amused glances.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Hyunsuk says, standing up and adjusting his clothes. Yoshi follows suit, his eyes lingering on you and Haruto for a moment longer. After they leave you and Haruto take your time redressing. Then, also walk out of the dressing room to head to the vans that will take you to the hotel. You are definitely going to talk later and you might have to invite some people over to your room tonight.

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A/N: I am a proud sinner and that's all I have to say about this one.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 5- Spanking

Pairing: Jiung x AFAB!reader

Warnings: (I will add these later.)

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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You wish you could say that you didn’t deserve this punishment. That you followed all the rules and this was a reward instead however, that is not the case. You knew you weren’t allowed to touch yourself without permission but you were really horny and Jiung wasn’t home. Now, as you knelt on the cold tile floor, wrists bound behind your back, you couldn't help but regret your moment of weakness. Jiung's face was impassive as he circled you slowly. You shivered, partly from the chill air on your bare skin and partly from anticipation.

"What are the rules?" Jiung's voice was soft but stern.

You swallowed hard then responded, "No touching without permission, Sir."

"And what did you do?"

"I...I touched myself when you were gone, Sir. I'm sorry."

Jiung stopped in front of you, lifting your chin with his hand for you to look at him. His dark eyes bored into yours.

"Sorry isn't good enough. You need to learn your lesson. If you’re a good girl and take your punishment then maybe I will let you cum on my cock later."

You nodded meekly, your breath catching in your throat as you said, "Yes, Sir. I'll be good." Jiung's hand moved from your chin to caress your cheek, a deceptively gentle touch.

"I know you will. Now, stand up and bend over the table." On shaky legs, you rose and positioned yourself as instructed, the cool wood pressing against your bare stomach and breasts. Your bound arms left you feeling helpless and exposed. You heard Jiung moving behind you. The anticipation built as you waited, muscles tense. The first strike came without warning, a sharp smack across your ass that made you gasp.

"Count," Jiung commanded.

"One," you breathed out. The blows continued, alternating cheeks. You counted each one obediently. The feel of his hand coming down on your ass repeatedly filled you with both pain and pleasure. By the tenth strike, you were panting, your skin on fire. Tears pricked at your eyes but you blinked them back.

"Good girl," Jiung murmured, running a hand soothingly over your heated skin. "You're taking your punishment so well." His praise sent a shiver of pleasure through you, despite the circumstances. You felt Jiung's hand slide between your legs, fingers grazing your wet folds. A soft moan escaped your lips at the touch.

"So wet already," he observed, "Do you enjoy being punished?"

"Yes, Sir," you admitted, flushing with embarrassment. Jiung's hand withdrew.

"We're not done yet. I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." You heard him move away, then return. Something cool pressed against your heated skin. The paddle. Your breath hitched.

"Ten more," Jiung said. "Count them." The paddle cracked against your ass, harder than the hand spanking.

You cried out, "One!” Each strike was more intense than the last. By five, you were trembling. At eight, tears streamed down your face. But you counted faithfully, your voice growing hoarse.

After the last one, you were barely able to squeak out, "Thank you, Sir.” Jiung's hand caresses your reddened skin, occasionally dipping lower to tease between your thighs. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to risk further punishment by making noise without permission.

"You're so wet," Jiung observed, his fingers ghosting over your slick folds, "Does being punished turn you on?"

You hesitated, unsure if you were allowed to speak. Jiung's hand came down sharply on your ass once more.

"Answer me," he demanded.

"Yes, Sir," you gasped out. "It... it turns me on."

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, "Of course it does. Such a naughty girl." His fingers continued to tease you, never quite giving you the friction you craved. You whimpered softly, fighting the urge to push back against his hand.

"Do you want to cum?" Jiung asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, Sir," you breathed, "Please."

"Hmm," he mused, withdrawing his hand. You bit back a whine of frustration, "I'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet. Maybe I should leave you like this, wet and wanting." Your heart raced at the thought.

"Please, Sir," you begged, "I've learned my lesson. I won't touch myself without permission ever again. I promise." There was a long pause as Jiung considered. You held your breath, praying he would show mercy. Finally, you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.

“I suppose I can reward you now for taking your punishment so well,” he says and you just know he has that sexy smirk on his face, “Such a good little slut for me aren’t you?"

"Yes, Sir," you breathed, "I'm your good little slut." You felt the heat of Jiung's body as he pressed against you from behind. His hands roamed over your sensitive skin, making you shiver. The sound of a zipper being lowered filled the air.

"Remember," Jiung's voice was low and commanding in your ear, "You don't get to cum until I say so."

"Yes, Sir," you managed to reply, your voice shaky with need. Without warning, Jiung thrust into you in one smooth motion. You cried out at the sudden fullness, your body stretching to accommodate him. He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving you against the table. The wood creaked beneath you as Jiung pounded into you relentlessly. Your bound arms strained against their restraints as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Every thrust had his hips colliding with your ass causing it to sting a little from your earlier punishment. You knew later that you were not going to be able to sit properly for a while but right now you don’t care. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. Each thrust sent sparks of ecstasy through your body, building the pressure inside you. You struggled to hold back your orgasm, knowing you hadn't been given permission yet. Jiung's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you harder.

"Such a tight little pussy," he growled, "Taking my cock so well after your punishment." His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You whimpered, teetering on the edge of release. One of Jiung's hands snaked around to your front, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed tight circles over the sensitive bud, making you gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Please," you whimpered, "Please, Sir, may I cum?" Jiung's other hand moved from your hip to grip your throat lightly, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. His thrusts became shallower but no less intense.

"Not yet," he panted in your ear, "I want you begging for it."

You whimpered, frustration and need coursing through you as you began to plead, "Please, Sir. Please let me cum. I've been good, I've learned my lesson. I need it so badly. Please. Please. Please."

Jiung's grip on your throat tightened slightly as he growled in your ear, "That's it, beg for me." His fingers on your clit increased their pressure and speed, pushing you closer to the edge. You were trembling, every muscle taut as you fought against your impending orgasm.

"Please Sir," you gasped out between ragged breaths, "I can't hold back much longer. Please let me cum. I'll do anything, just please let me cum!" You felt Jiung's chest rumble against your back as he chuckled darkly.

"Anything? Such a desperate little slut," his hips snapped against yours harder, driving deeper inside you, "Cum for me. Now." The moment the words left his lips, you shattered. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock. The pleasure is so great you are pretty sure you blacked out for a minute or two. As you came back to your senses, you realized Jiung was still thrusting into you, chasing his own release. His grip on your throat tightened slightly as his movements became more erratic. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

For a moment, you both remained still, panting heavily. Then Jiung slowly released his hold on your throat and gently eased out of you. You whimpered at the loss, your body feeling suddenly empty. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out, but Jiung's strong arms wrapped around you, holding you steady.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "You took your punishment so well." His praise sent a warm glow through you, despite your exhaustion. Carefully, he helped you stand upright, then began to remove the bindings on your wrist. Your limbs felt like jelly but you were deeply sated.

As Jiung helps you to the bathroom to help clean you up and put some moisturizer on your wrists and ass he asks, “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I? I didn’t mean to leave bruises. I feel bad now.” You smiled softly at Jiung's concern, touched by his gentleness after such an intense scene.

"No, you weren't too rough," you reassured him, wincing slightly as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, "I'm sore but in a good way. I promise." Jiung's brow furrowed as he carefully applied lotion to your wrists.

"Are you sure? I got carried away. I should have checked in more." You reached out to cup his cheek, making him meet your eyes.

"Hey, I'm okay. Better than okay, actually. That was incredible," A blush crept across your face as you added, "I really liked it. All of it."

Jiung's worried expression softened into a small smile.

"Yeah?" When you nodded, he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

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A/N: Y'all already know I am feral for Jiung but his look in Sad Song really had me unhinged...clearly.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 4- Praise

Pairing: Wooyoung x GN!reader

Warnings: (I will fill these in later).

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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“Fuck baby you’re doing so good for me.” Those were your favorite words to hear. You love going down on Wooyoung. He always makes the prettiest noises when you make him feel good like that and he isn’t shy about letting you know exactly how good you are doing. You hum appreciatively, sending vibrations through him that make Wooyoung gasp and tangle his fingers in your hair. His hips buck up involuntarily and you place a steadying hand on his thigh. You love how responsive he is, how he can't help but react to every little thing you do.

"God, your mouth is incredible," Wooyoung moans breathlessly. "Don't stop, please don't stop." You have no intention of stopping. You're addicted to his taste, to the way he falls apart under your touch. You swirl your tongue just the way he likes, relishing in the choked cry it draws from him.

You pull off of him briefly to say, “Tell me more baby. I love hearing how good I am making you feel.” Wooyoung's eyes flutter open, dark with desire as he looks down at you.

"You're amazing," he pants, "The way you use your tongue... it's driving me crazy." His fingers tighten in your hair as you take him back into your mouth, encouraged by his words. You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder, and Wooyoung throws his head back with a loud moan.

"Oh god, yes, just like that," he gasps. His thighs are trembling under your hands now. You can tell he's getting close.

"You're so perfect, so good at this. I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep that up." You hum again, this time in satisfaction at his praise. You love reducing him to this quivering, babbling mess. You pull away from him again and he whines at the loss of your mouth around him. You move to sit in his lap now begging him to fill you up so good and he complies gently pushing into you.

“God baby you’re so tight,” he says, “You always feel so good squeezing me like this.” You moan as Wooyoung fills you completely, savoring the delicious stretch. You start to roll your hips, setting a slow, teasing pace that has him groaning beneath you.

"You feel incredible," you breathe, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, "So big, stretching me so perfectly." Wooyoung's hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as you ride him.

"You're amazing," he pants against your mouth, "So hot and tight around me. I love watching you take me like this." You pick up the pace, bouncing on his lap with more intensity. Wooyoung thrusts up to meet you, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You cry out in pleasure, throwing your head back.

"That's it, baby, let me hear you," Wooyoung encourages. Your cries of pleasure echo through the room as Wooyoung hits that perfect spot again and again. The delicious friction has you trembling, waves of pleasure washing over you with each thrust. Wooyoung's hands roam your body, caressing your curves and teasing your sensitive skin.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, voice thick with desire, "Love seeing you fall apart on top of me." You lean down to kiss him deeply, swallowing his moans as you grind your hips in tight circles. The new angle has you both gasping.

“I'm so close," you pant against his lips, "Please, Wooyoung, I need more." He responds by flipping you onto your back in one swift motion, never breaking the connection between your bodies. The change in position allows him to drive into you even deeper. You wrap your legs around him to bring him even closer.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cry out as Wooyoung pounds into you relentlessly. The new angle allows him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him desperately.

"That's it, baby, take it," Wooyoung growls, his hips snapping against yours at a punishing pace, "You feel so good squeezing me like that. I love it." The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your breathless moans and Wooyoung's grunts of pleasure. You can feel the familiar tension building low in your belly, your release approaching rapidly.

"I'm so close," you gasp, "Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me baby,” he says, “I wanna feel you squeeze around me so perfectly so I can fill you up just how you like it.” As if on command, your body responds to Wooyoung's words. The coiled tension inside you snaps and you cry out as waves of ecstasy crash over you. Your back arches off the bed and your walls clench rhythmically around Wooyoung, drawing a deep groan from him. He doesn't slow his pace, fucking you through your intense orgasm and prolonging the pleasure.

"That's it, so good for me," Wooyoung praises breathlessly, "You're so beautiful when you cum." Your body is hypersensitive now, every thrust sending aftershocks of pleasure through you. Wooyoung's movements are becoming more erratic, his own release approaching fast. You pull him down for a messy, passionate kiss, swallowing his moans.

"Fill me up, baby," you whisper against his lips, "I want to feel you shoot deep inside of me.” The pulsing of your walls around him pushes Wooyoung over the edge. With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his hips stuttering as he finds his release.

"Oh god, yes," he moans, "Taking it so well, baby. So perfect for me." You whimper softly as you feel him spill inside you, the warmth of his release intensifying the aftershocks of your own orgasm. Wooyoung collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. He peppers soft kisses along your neck and jaw, muttering sweet praises as he comes down from his high. You lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow as your breathing slowly returns to normal. Wooyoung's weight on top of you is comforting, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure wash over you. He nuzzles into your neck, placing soft, lazy kisses along your collarbone.

"That was incredible," he murmurs against your skin, "You're so amazing, baby."

You hum contentedly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, "You're pretty amazing yourself," you reply with a smile. Wooyoung props himself up on his elbows to look at you, his eyes soft with affection. He traces your features gently with his fingertips as if memorizing every detail.

"I love you so much," he says softly. Your heart swells at his words.

"I love you too," you whisper into his ear. Wooyoung chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, sending pleasant tingles through your body. You lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's warmth and closeness.

"We should probably clean up," you say eventually, though you make no move to get up.

"Mm…You’re probably right,” Wooyoung says and then picks you up like nothing, “To the shower we go!”

“Wooyoung,” you scream in surprise, “Put me down!”

"Never," Wooyoung laughs, holding you tighter as he carries you to the bathroom. "I like having you in my arms too much."

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A/N: I know I am so behind but I just finished writing up everything from the last few days. Buckle up because you're getting an influx of smut from me tonight.

[multifanhoe99]

Day 3- CNC

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x AMAB!reader

Warnings: Stalking, alcohol consumption, nicknames (pretty boy, baby), sex with a stranger, public sex, hand job, hair pulling, light biting, finger sucking, fingering, protected sex, roleplay.

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You couldn't shake it. The feeling of being watched, of being followed. It wasn't often you felt this scared and anxious. You were just enjoying a few drinks at your local brewery. It's your favorite place because the servers are always so nice and it's just down the street from your house so no driving or sketchy Uber is necessary. The night had been like any other you go in, greet the servers, sit down at the bar, and your usual drink of choice is waiting for you by the time you sit down. Now, you are walking home and it’s not a far walk maybe five minutes and you can’t shake the feeling that you are being followed.

You don’t want to turn around afraid of what you might see behind you but, you also are growing more curious about this feeling the longer you walk. Also, if you are being followed you’d want to know so you don’t lead this possibly dangerous stranger to your house. So, curiosity gets the better of you, and you turn around to see a man in a dark hoodie following you. Well, maybe he isn’t following you maybe he is just going the same way. Thinking this you start to take a few detours to your house and through it all the hooded man continues to trail behind you. Fuck all the stereotypes of men not being allowed to be scared when being followed this is terrifying. You start to pick up your pace, hoping that you can outrun this guy and get to safety. Your heart races as you quicken your steps, the sound of your shoes slapping against the pavement echoes in the quiet night. You take a sharp turn down a side street, hoping to lose your pursuer, but a quick glance over your shoulder confirms he's still there, matching your pace. Panic rises in your throat as you realize you're getting further from the well-lit main road. You fumble for your phone, considering calling for help, but you don't want to slow down or take your eyes off your path.

Suddenly, you hear the man's footsteps getting closer. He's gaining on you. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you push yourself to run faster, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Just as you're about to make another turn, hoping to circle back to a busier area, you feel two strong arms wrap around you holding you still with nowhere to go. You think about breaking free and trying to escape but then you realize that you are in the alleyway right by your house and there is nowhere to run to in this dead end. Plus what if this guy has a weapon you certainly don’t want to die here.

“Please,” You mutter trying to sound strong, “Take whatever you want just don’t hurt me.” You don’t mean for it to sound so pathetic but you can’t help it you’re trying to fight for your life here.

The hooded man holding you just laughs, “Take whatever I want huh. You should be careful with those kinds of offers. Never know what someone might take. I have been watching you all night and I just knew I had to get you alone.”

“What,” you question.

“You’re just so handsome,” he says, “I knew I needed to have you and since you said I could take whatever I want then that means I can take you. Right here, right now, in this filthy little alleyway, I will make you feel so good. Would you like that pretty boy?” Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and confusion overwhelming you. This wasn't what you expected at all. The man's words hang in the air, heavy with implication. You try to process what's happening, your mind racing.

"I... I don't..." you stammer, unsure how to respond. The man's grip on you loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go.

"Shh," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't overthink it. Just feel." His hand slides up your chest, and despite your fear, you feel a shiver of unexpected pleasure. You know you should fight, should run, but something keeps you rooted to the spot. Maybe it's the alcohol clouding your judgment, or the adrenaline from the chase, but you find yourself leaning back into his embrace.

"That's it," he murmurs, “ Let me make you feel so good, baby.”

“Wait,” You say regaining your composure a bit, “No, this isn’t right. I don’t even know you.” The stranger's hand moves to your shoulder, turning you around to face him. In the dim light of the alley, you can finally see his face. He's younger than you expected, with intense eyes that seem to pierce right through you.

"Awe of course you do. Don't tell me you haven't noticed me watching you at the brewery," he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. You want this I know you do.” He leans in pinning your body against the wall of the alley with his weight and he attaches his lips to your neck. He kisses and nibbles at your neck and it takes everything in you not to give in.

“My name is Suho by the way,” He says between kisses on your neck, “Might as well know it since you’ll be saying it over and over later.” Your mind reels, trying to process this new information. Suho. The name sounds vaguely familiar, and suddenly you remember catching glimpses of him at the brewery, always in the corner, always watching. How could you have missed it?

"I..." you start to say, but your words are cut off by a soft moan as Suho finds a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your body betrays you, responding to his touch despite your conflicted thoughts.

"See?" Suho murmurs against your skin. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up." You know you should push him away, should run, should call for help. But the heat of his body against yours, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and the lingering effects of the alcohol in your system all conspire to keep you rooted in place. You can feel yourself getting harder in your jeans and you know he can feel it too with how close he is pressing his body into yours to keep you in place. Your breath catches in your throat as Suho's hand trails down your chest, fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt. The cool night air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver. Or maybe it's anticipation.

"Tell me to stop," Suho whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away right now.” You open your mouth, but the words won't come. Your mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, desire, confusion, excitement. You know you should say no, should push him away and run. But your body aches for his touch. Suho's hand slides lower, cupping you through your jeans. A low moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. You feel him smile against your neck.

"That's what I thought," he says, his voice thick with lust. Your head falls back against the rough brick wall as Suho's skilled fingers work open your jeans. The rational part of your brain screams at you to stop this madness, but it's drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears.

"We can't... not here," you manage to gasp out, even as your hips involuntarily buck into his touch.

Suho chuckles a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, but we can," he purrs, "And we will. I've waited too long for this moment." His hand slips inside your underwear, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. The alley suddenly feels too exposed and too private all at once. Anyone could walk by and see you like this, pressed against the wall, at the mercy of Suho. You squirm under him but he firmly holds you in place while his expert hands pump your now-freed cock making it even harder not to moan out loud. Your mind is spinning, caught between the thrill of the moment and the fear of being caught. Suho's hand moves with practiced skill, drawing gasps and stifled moans from your lips. You're achingly hard now, your body betraying any last shred of resistance.

"That's it," Suho murmurs, his voice husky with desire, "Let go. Give yourself to me." His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. His lips and teeth graze the sensitive skin there, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You're trembling now, overwhelmed by sensation and the surreal nature of the situation. Suddenly, Suho's hand leaves your cock, and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact. But before you can protest, he's spinning you around, pressing your chest against the rough brick wall. You hear the sound of clothes rustling and fear spikes in you again. He’s going to fuck you right here in this alleyway and even worse you kind of want him to. Your heart races as you feel Suho press against you from behind, his chest flush against your back. His hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You shudder as he nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispers, his voice dripping with promise. "You'll never forget this night." You feel the blunt pressure of his cock against your ass, and a mix of fear and anticipation floods your system. Part of you wants to push him away, to run and never look back. But a larger part, the part clouded by lust and alcohol, craves what's about to happen. Suho's hand snakes around to your mouth, two fingers pressing against your lips.

"Suck," he commands, and you obey without hesitation. As you wet his fingers with your tongue. You feel Suho's fingers slide out of your mouth, trailing wetly down your back. Your breath hitches as they find their target, circling teasingly before slowly pressing inside. The stretch burns slightly, but the pain is quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure as Suho crooks his fingers just right. You bite back a moan, all too aware of how exposed you are in this alley.

"That's it, baby," Suho purrs in your ear, "You're taking it so well." His fingers work you open expertly, scissoring and stretching until you're a trembling mess. You push back against his hand, silently begging for more. Suho chuckles darkly.

"So eager," he says, "Don't worry, I'll give you what you need." You whimper as his fingers withdraw, leaving you feeling empty. But then you hear the crinkling of a wrapper and realize that he’s putting a condom on so he can fuck you properly. You feel the blunt pressure of Suho's cock against your entrance, and your breath catches in anticipation. He pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. The stretch burns at first, but as he bottoms out, the pain gives way to an intense fullness that makes your head spin.

"Fuck," Suho groans, his breath hot against your neck, "You feel amazing." He starts to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has you gasping with each thrust. Your fingers scrabble against the rough brick wall, seeking purchase as the pleasure builds within you. Suho's hand snakes around to grasp your neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation is almost too much. You bite your lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but small whimpers and moans escape despite your best efforts. The risk of being caught only adds to the excitement of this moment. After a while, Suho finds that one spot inside of you that makes you see stars and you can’t help but scream out.

“Fuck! Suho do that again please, please, please. Fuck. Suho, Suho, Suho.” You continue to moan his name like a mantra as he repeatedly hits that one spot. Suho's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he pounds into that sweet spot inside you. Your legs tremble, threatening to give out as waves of pleasure crash over you. You're dimly aware that you're being too loud, that anyone passing by could hear, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"That's it," Suho growls, his voice strained with effort and desire, "Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel." His hand on your cock moves faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke. You're close, so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Suho seems to sense this, his movements becoming more urgent.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and intense in your ear, "I want to feel you tighten around me." Those words are your undoing. With a couple more strokes you’re coming undone and seeing stars. White hot streams of cum shoot out painting the brick wall in front of you. Suho continues to thrust inside of you chasing his own release. Your body shudders with the intensity of your orgasm, walls clenching tightly around Suho's cock. He groans deeply, his rhythm faltering as your release triggers his own. You feel him pulse inside you, filling the condom as he comes with a muffled curse against your shoulder. For a moment, you both stay still, panting heavily in the aftermath. The sounds of the city seem to rush back in, reminding you of where you are. Suho slowly pulls out, and you wince slightly at the loss. Your legs feel weak, and you lean against the wall for support. Suho turns you around gently, his eyes searching your face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. You nod, still too breathless to speak. He smiles softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead.

"That was amazing,” he says, “I know that when we talked about doing this you wanted me to try and pick you up at the bar but, I know how much you secretly thirst after those horror movie guys. I didn’t freak you out too much did I?” Your mind reels as you process Suho's words. Suddenly, fragments of memories start flooding back - planning this roleplay scenario with him, your secret fantasy of being pursued by a mysterious stranger, the thrill of danger mixed with desire. You let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over you. You couldn't believe you forgot about it. You and Suho have been together for a while and wanted to try something new after watching a video where this couple had pretended to be meeting for the first time you thought tonight was going to be like that but he knows you too well and decided to play on one of your biggest fantasies. It has a smile coming to your lips.

"No, you didn't freak me out too much," you say, your voice hoarse, "It was... intense. But in the best way possible." Suho's face breaks into a wide grin. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I'm glad. I was a bit worried I might have gone too far." You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It was perfect. You're perfect." As the adrenaline fades, you become acutely aware of your surroundings - the chill night air on your exposed skin.

“Maybe we should get dressed and go home though before someone finds us and calls the police,” you say with a laugh.

Suho chuckles, nodding in agreement, "Good point. As fun as this was, I don't think either of us wants to explain this to the cops." You both quickly readjust your clothing, trying to make yourselves look somewhat presentable. Suho helps you smooth down your hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. The tenderness of the gesture is a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before, and it makes your heart swell with love for him. As you start to walk home together, hand in hand, you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"I can't believe I actually forgot we planned this," you admit, shaking your head.

Suho grins, squeezing your hand, "I'll take that as a compliment to my acting skills. Though I have to say, your reaction was pretty convincing too. For a moment there, I thought you were going to punch me.”

You laugh, remembering the initial fear and confusion you felt, "I almost did! You really had me going there for a while."

Suho pulls you closer as you walk, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. Though I have to admit, seeing you all flustered and scared was pretty hot."

You playfully smack his chest. "You're terrible, you know that?"

"Terribly good at fulfilling your fantasies, you mean," he teases back. As you approach your house, you can’t help but think what the next thing you plan will be like because you definitely don’t want this to be the last time this happens.

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A/N: Again I am so sorry for this being late. It's marching band season and I help coach a colorguard so a few of these might be late but I will catch up I swear!!!

[multifanhoe99]

Apologies for the late post. I will have Day 3 and Day 4 up as soon as I can. Work has been kicking my butt and I was exhausted yesterday.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 2- Sex Machine

Pairing: The8 (Minghao) x Idol!AFAB!reader

Warnings: Nicknames (my love, baby, good girl, love, slut, bad girl, my girl), pampering, lingerie, toys, app-controlled machine, long distance, phone sex, slight dom!Minghao, orgasm denial (kinda), begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

Dating an idol is not easy especially if they are out on a world tour but you love Minghao more than anything. You loved him back home in China so much that when he wanted to follow his dreams you followed him to Korea. Even if you weren't dating then you couldn't deal with being away from your best friend since childhood for that long so you came with him. Now, you are dating, and living together, and both are members of very successful groups.

You are very proud of him and the success of Seventeen but now that they are on tour and your group is not while you work on the next album you are cursing that success. Of course, you two talk whenever you can but some things just aren't the same over the phone. For instance when either of you needs release. He is very good at talking you through pleasuring yourself while he gets off just watching you but your fingers or the toy by itself with his words guiding you aren't always enough. That is until today. You came home and saw two packages delivered to the house you live in with Minghao. One of the packages is a huge box and the other is a smaller box that says ‘OPEN ME FIRST’ on the front. After bringing both boxes inside you open the smaller package. There is a note and another box inside.

The note reads, “ Hello my love. I know this may come as a surprise but I figured you would miss me a lot while I am gone so I planned this surprise for you. I got you some things that I think will make you miss me less while I am gone. If I timed it right we should be on a break right now so video call me when you've followed the rest of the directions. I love you! -Mingao ;p”

If you weren't curious before you definitely are now. You open the smaller box that was with this note and inside is a lingerie set that you two were looking at before he left and a new dildo. Something is different about this one though because it looks strangely familiar rather than just a standard factory-made toy. Before you can wonder about it anymore another note falls out of the lingerie set when you pick it up.

This note reads, “I hope you like this pretty little outfit I picked out for you. I want you to pamper yourself a little. Take a nice hot shower and then put this on for me. When you have done that you can open the big box. Also, don't you think that toy looks a little familiar?”

He's too much always spoiling you. You do as he says and go take a nice, hot, relaxing shower. When you get out you put on some lotion and the new set he got for you. It is his favorite color, crotchless, and fits you perfectly. You spray on a little of his cologne just to feel him close to you and go back out to the main room to open the big box. Inside the box is a machine and instantly everything clicks. You pull out the machine and like clockwork out floats another little note.

“ I know how much you miss me fucking you dumb baby so I got you this to see if it will help while I am gone. I can control it from anywhere through the app and I even made that new toy so it would be like I am actually deep in you just how you like. Go get yourself all set up and then call me so we can see if it works.”

You do as he says feeling yourself getting wetter at the thought of him doing all this just because he knew you'd miss him. When everything was ready you video-called him and he answered after a couple rings.

“Look at you baby,” he says as his greeting, “ You follow directions so we'll.” You blush at his praise, feeling a warmth spread through your body.

"I always do for you," you reply softly, biting your lip. Minghao's eyes darken as he takes in your appearance.

"Turn around slowly for me, let me see all of you," he commands gently. You comply, moving deliberately to give him a full view. When you face the camera again, his gaze is hungry.

"Perfect," he purrs. "Now, why don't you lie back and get comfortable? I want to see how well my gift works." Heart racing with anticipation, you position yourself on the bed, angling the camera so he can see everything.

"Good girl," Minghao says approvingly. "Let's start slow, shall we?" You hear a faint buzz as the machine whirs to life. The dildo begins to move, and you gasp as it enters you slowly. The cloned dildo of Minghao's cock feels the closest to the real thing than any other toy has before. You moan softly as the dildo pushes deeper, your body quickly responding to the familiar shape and size. Minghao's eyes are glued to the screen, drinking in every reaction.

"How does it feel, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"So good," you breathe out. "It feels just like you."

A satisfied smirk plays on Minghao's lips. "That was the idea. Now, let's see what this machine can really do." The pace suddenly increases, making you cry out in pleasure. The dildo moves in and out with perfect precision, hitting all the right spots. You arch your back, gripping the sheets as waves of sensation wash over you.

"Look at you, taking it so well," Minghao praises, "You're so beautiful like this, all spread out for me." His words send a shiver down your spine. You moan Minghao's name, your eyes locked on his through the screen. His gaze is intense, filled with desire and adoration. The machine continues its relentless pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," Minghao encourages, his voice thick with arousal, "Let me hear you. Show me how good it feels." Your cries grow louder, more desperate as the pleasure builds. The dildo moves perfectly inside you, mimicking Minghao's familiar rhythm. You can almost imagine it's really him there with you, driving you wild with his touch.

"Minghao, please," you whimper, teetering on the brink of release, "I'm so close."

"Not yet," he commands softly. "Hold on for me, love. I want to savor this." You whine in frustration and as you do the machine slows to a torturous pace.

“Awe,” Minghao coos, “Such a slut for my cock you can't even be patient and let me enjoy watching you huh? I want to make you cum baby but not yet. Can you be patient for me or are you going to be a bad girl after being so good for me so far?” You take a deep breath, trying to regain some control.

"I'll be good," you promise breathlessly, "I'll wait for you."

Minghao's eyes soften with approval. "That's my girl. You're doing so well for me." The machine continues its slow, teasing pace. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure through you, building the tension without allowing release. You whimper and squirm, but force yourself to stay on the edge, determined to please Minghao.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and full of desire, "So beautiful, so obedient. I wish I could touch you right now, taste you..." His words make you shiver, imagining his hands on your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your body. The ache for his physical presence intensifies, but the toy inside you, the smell of his cologne on your skin, and his voice in your ears help him feel closer.

"Tell me how much you miss me, baby," he says, "How much you need me."

"So much," you whimper, your hips unconsciously trying to grind against the dildo for more friction, "I miss you every day, Hao. I miss your touch, your kiss, your voice in my ear. I need you here with me."

He hums appreciatively, "I miss you too, my love. Every night on stage, I imagine you're there in the crowd, watching me. It makes me dance harder, and sing better." The machine suddenly increases its speed. You can tell by his voice that Minghao is getting close to cumming as well. Your breath hitches as the machine's pace quickens, matching Minghao's growing arousal. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches you writhe on the bed.

"That's it, baby," he encourages his voice husky, "Show me how good it feels. Let me hear you."You moan loudly, no longer able to hold back. The dildo hits all the right spots, mimicking Minghao's expert touch. Your back arches off the bed as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity.

"Hao, please," you beg, teetering on the edge, "I need to cum. Please let me cum."

Minghao's breath is ragged as he responds, "Not yet, love. Just a little longer. You're doing so well for me."The machine's relentless pace continues, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You whimper, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, each thrust of the machine sending shockwaves through your body. Minghao's eyes are fixed on you, drinking in every reaction, every moan, every shudder.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes, his voice strained with his own arousal, "I wish I could taste you right now, feel you clenching around me." His words send another wave of heat through you. You're so close, teetering right on the edge of release. The machine continues its relentless pace, the dildo hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

"Hao, please," you beg, your voice breaking, "I can't... I need..."

"Okay, baby," Minghao finally relents, his own breathing heavy. "Cum for me baby.”As soon as the words leave Minghao's lips, you feel the floodgates open. The pleasure that's been building crashes over you in waves, your body arching off the bed as you cry out his name. The machine doesn't slow, prolonging your orgasm as you writhe and moan.

"That's it, baby," Minghao groans, his voice thick with arousal, "Let me see you fall apart for me." Through half-lidded eyes, you see him on the screen, his hand moving rapidly as he chases his own release. The sight of him pleasuring himself to you pushes you even higher, a second orgasm building quickly on the heels of the first.

"Hao," you whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations, "I'm gonna cum again."

"Fuck," he hisses, his movements becoming more frantic.

"Cum with me, baby," Minghao commands, his voice strained, "I want us to finish together." The machine's pace increases one final time, pushing you over the edge. You cry out Minghao's name as your second orgasm washes over you, even more intense than the first. Through the haze of pleasure, you hear Minghao's deep groan as he reaches his own climax. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of heavy breathing from both sides of the call. The machine slows to a stop, and you whimper softly as the dildo slides out of you. You feel boneless, completely spent, but deeply satisfied.

"That was..." you start, still catching your breath.

"Amazing," Minghao finishes, a soft smile on his face. "You were incredible, love."

You blush at his praise, “Baby, if we keep doing this I think I might just survive you being away on tour,” you say with a giggle and he laughs along with you.

Minghao's eyes soften with affection, "I'm glad it helps, my love. I hate being away from you."

You stretch languidly, feeling pleasantly sore, "This was such a thoughtful gift, Hao. Thank you."

"Anything for you," he says softly, "I wish I could hold you right now."

You hum, pulling a blanket over yourself, "Soon. How much longer until you're back home?"

"Three more weeks," Minghao sighs, "But I'll call you every chance I get. And maybe we can have more fun with your new toy."

You feel a flutter of excitement at the thought, "I'd like that. I love you, Hao."

"I love you too, baby. More than anything." His smile is tender, "Get some rest now. I'll call you tomorrow."

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A/N: Honestly, thank you to the Anon who requested this. It was so fun to write and imagining the made me need a cold shower. I hope you enjoyed this kinktober is turning out to be really good so far.