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hi everyone~ <3 october is almost over and i havent posted a lot, but things have been a lot lately... however! i promise i will post everything i had planned for kinktober throughout the rest of the year as i get over writers block and dealing with my feelings about liam. take care of yourselves my lovelies!

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Recipe For Disaster | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | WC: 1.7k Genre: Smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: Mild degradation? Exhibitionistm if you squint (don't have sex in public), oral (m!rec), and as always, f!reader Kinks: Hate sex A/N: Torturing myself by writing hate sex (or... just a blowjob ig) with the sweetest boy on this planet like am I insane?? (But also... bringing back the Seumi head pusher agenda amen)

“You want to kiss me so bad, it’s pathetic.” You all but spat at Seungmin. The two of you were currently at a house party being thrown by somebody who knew somebody… you knew how complicated it was. All you knew for sure was that you were there in an outfit that left very little to the imagination - a short skirt and a tube top, complimented by a pair of chunky heels. You had some sense for needing to stay standing - the chunkier the heel, the easier that was.

Seungmin was a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that, but that did not mean he was your friend. Far from it, actually. Hate was a strong word, but there were moments that you looked at him and you felt… well, something close to it. And in this moment, as you looked at him while the two of you stood in line for the bathroom, there was that feeling again. A small burn in the pit of your stomach. God, his face was so stupid that it made your heart beat faster. 

He scoffed at your words. He, ever the smartest one of any of his friend groups, was elected the designated driver tonight. Unbeknownst to him, you were as well, but more by choice than obligation. 

“You’re drunk.” He commented, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. 

“You’re annoying and you’re wrong.” You countered, a hint of arrogance in your tone. You took another sip out of the cup that had been in your hand all night, which, while matching everyone else’s around you, was not filled with liquor, but rather, Sprite with a splash of strawberry syrup.

“You’re a shit liar, (Y/N)” He said, reaching for your cup. You furrowed your brows at him, holding it up above your head so he couldn’t grab it.

“What would I gain from lying to you?” You said, almost offended that he… cared? Did he care enough to make sure you weren’t going to drink yourself into a blackout? No, surely he didn’t care about you, not at all. He hated you, you hated him, that’s what everyone knew. Well, again, maybe hate was too strong of a word, but he definitely wasn’t making any strides towards you loving him in this moment. 

His tall stature allowed him to easily grab the cup from where you held it above your head. He sniffed it, making a face of confusion, then a face of satisfaction before holding it above his own head, where you were sure to not be able to reach it. He had no reason to keep it from you, since you had been right - there was no alcohol in there, but he enjoyed watching you struggle to reach for it.

“You know, this much sugar isn’t good for you.” He said, a small smirk on his lips as he watched you claw at him to get your cup back.

“What do you care? Give it!” You said, tiptoeing, still unable to reach. His smirk only grew as he watched you struggle, almost finding it endearing. All of that ended within a matter of seconds, though. Your fingertips brushed the bottom of the cup just enough that it it tipped, spilling the sticky red liquid all over him. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the little ‘o’ shape it was in that quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. Seungmin, on the other hand, did not find it funny. At all. He was, however, thankful that the only people who saw the exchange were the other people standing around you waiting for the bathroom, all of whom were so wasted they wouldn’t even remember your faces. 

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you this time, but God, he meant it. He was irate. 

“You’re such a clumsy idiot sometimes.” He said, his teeth gritted. You tried to contain your giggles but you simply couldn’t. This was hilarious to you! He was finally on the receiving end of humiliation. Yet… there was a tiny feeling inside you, minuscule that felt sad at the way he looked at you.

“I’m sorry! But you did it to yourself, honestly!” You said through giggles. He continued to look at you, stone faced with anger. He tossed the now empty cup to the floor and grabbed your wrist tugging you with him. His grip wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but firm enough that you would really have to fight to get away. Not that you wanted to, honestly. Call it morbid curiosity, or plain stupidity.

“Hey! That wasn’t very nice.” You said, referring to the discarded cup that now lay in the hallway, surely getting stepped on by other drunk people. 

“You’re not very nice.” He said, leading you out the front door and down the street. It was late (or early, depending on how you looked at it), so aside from the other cars that lined the street that belonged to other people at the party, there was no one. 

“I am an angel.” You corrected, a bit of cockiness in your voice. He scoffed, continuing to lead you, his grip loosening as a small signal that if you wanted to leave, you could.

“Angel my ass.” He said before stopping in front of his car. It was far away enough from the party that nobody could see the two of you unless you made a scene, though you weren’t sure you wanted to. Not yet. He pulled you in front of him, trapping you between him and the car. In the pale glow of the moonlight, you got your first good look at him as he stared you down. You were right. He had a stupid face. So stupid that you’d kiss him… as a joke. Right?

He broke the silence a few moments later. “Remember what you said earlier?”

“What?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows again. You had said a lot of things to a lot of people.

“About me looking pathetic.” Where was he going with this?

“Oh, yeah, that you want to kiss me so bad that it makes you look pathetic? Look, I was just-”

He cuts you off before you can finish. “You want to hook up with me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You shake your head back in disbelief. I mean, yeah, he was right, the thought had crossed your mind when you saw him in a tank top or working out, but you didn’t think it was that serious.

“What are you talking about?” You say, trying to cover your ass, only metaphorically. 

“Don’t play coy, (Y/N), you heard me. Tell you what, if I admit I want to kiss you, you have to admit you want to hook up with me. I see how you look at me. Dirty girl.” Where did this come from? He was just as sober as you were. Still, his words made you wet… if he wanted to see a dirty girl, he surely would. 

“You want to kiss me?” You asked, more surprised than upset.

“You know, for someone so smart, you can be so goddamn dumb sometimes.” He mumbled before grabbing your face with his hands, bringing his face millimeters away from yours. Your breath wavered and your eyes shut. “Can I?” He asked, his lips ghosting over yours. You nodded ever so softly. That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth seconds thereafter. You kissed back, of course, with your hand fumbling behind you, looking for the door handle. He scoffed into the kiss, shoving your hand away and opening the door for you, letting you pull him into the backseat with you. 

“You can’t even open a car door.” He teased you, but there was no malice in his voice. Just pure teasing. 

“At least I fuck good.” You rolled your eyes, biting back. 

“That’s, grammatically, the worst thing I’ve ever heard come out your mouth.” He said, pinning your hands above your head as he kissed down your jawline and neck. 

“You’re hard and you’re correcting my grammar? God, you’re a loser.” You teased back, though it came out more like a moan as he nibbled on your collarbone.

“Shut up and do something good with your mouth for once, then.” He said, shifting so he was sitting. You took the hint, getting on your knees on the floor of the car, albeit incredibly cramped. His jeans pooled around his ankles as you got comfortable, and within moments, you were face to face with his cock. He was a lot bigger than you thought. You moved your hands up to pull your hair into a ponytail, but he swatted your hands away, doing it himself. You exhaled with a mix of amusement, disbelief and gratitude, moving so your hands planted firmly on his thighs as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck…” He hissed as you hollowed your cheeks, starting to suck him off. Your saliva dripped down his shaft as you tried to take more of him, but he nearly hit the back of your throat as he bottomed out. So, you focused on taking what you could of him in your mouth, and jacking off what didn’t fit. The car quickly filled with the sounds of his moans, your hums around him, your gags and slurps. You felt your hair fall from his hands as he twitched in your mouth, his palm flattening on your head, pushing it down as he came in your mouth with a loud grunt of a moan. You pulled away when he was spent, swallowing his cum. 

You looked up at him, noticing his hair becoming sticky from the drink you had spilled on him earlier. “You should go home and shower, you look stupid.” You teased. This time, though, it felt different. Lighthearted and warm.

“Tough talk from a girl who still has my cum all over her dumb face.” He teased back smearing it from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek. Goddamn, you hated him. 

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When He Sees Me | Gaon/Kwak Jiseok

Gaon/Kwak Jiseok | WC: 1.1k Genre: Smut Summary: Voyeurism is a director's job description. It's an artist's, too. And god help you if Jiseok wasn't an artist. Warnings: None, I think? It's akin to my usual smut stuff! F!reader, dirty talk, all that jazz Kinks: Voyeurism A/N: This is so much shorter I'm sorry T-T I picked a kink that was hard to write about but there are 3 more Jiseok centric stories coming this month, fear not!

It wasn’t odd for you and Jiseok to share information about your personal intimate moments. What it came down to, really, was that there were simply times where one of you was in the mood but the other wasn’t, and that was fine. Today was no different. 

You two had been cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, when a raunchy scene played on the screen. You could tell from the lack of hardness against your back that for once, he was truly invested in the story more than the sex on screen. You, however, could not agree. Each passing second made you wetter and wetter. You pressed your thighs together more and more until you simply couldn’t take it anymore. Sure, you could have just thought your way out of it and dealt with the clean up after, but the way you saw it, why not just go take care of it and then come back?

You leaned up and kissed Jiseok on his jawline, mumbling into his skin. “I’ll be back…”

He paused the movie, looking down at you. “Can I watch?”

You furrow your brows softly. “Yeah, you can keep watching, I don’t mind. I’ll finish it later.” You say, under the assumption that he means watch the movie without you. He lets out a small chuckle, his fingers lacing between yours. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He whispers to you.

“What did you mean, then?” You ask, genuinely confused, but not opposed to whatever the answer might be.

“Can I watch?” He repeats the question, this time gesturing down with his eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips.

You were never the dominant type with him. And yet, something inside you pushed, even for just this moment.

“Use your words, Jiseok…” You say, your tone coming out more sultry than you had intended it to be - but hey, you’d take it. A flush of pink dusted his cheeks as he too was taken aback by the sudden take-charge nature you presented. 

“Can I… watch you touch yourself?” He asked, swallowing thickly. He wasn’t used to being put on the spot like this, especially not with the addition of your commanding tone. Obviously, this wouldn’t be an everyday dynamic. But God, you were so sexy right now that he would do anything you asked.

You were just as taken aback by his request as he was by your tone. Sure, you’d both walked in on each other a time or two before, some of those times even turned into the two of you having sex together. But this…? This was new. New and exciting.

“You want to watch me… get off?” You stuttered out, a bit perplexed. He hummed with a nod.

“Yeah… I mean, you’re always so beautiful when you come when we… well,” he chuckled softly, recounting many a memory. “But I never really get to watch you feel good without being too distracted by how good you’re making me feel, you know?” He continued.

“Yeah, sure, what the hell?” You obliged, standing up, offering a hand to him. He took it eagerly, lacing his fingers with yours, letting you lead the way to your shared bedroom. You knew it would get less awkward once you got started, but right now, it felt like your first time with him all over again. Full of giddiness and uncharted territory. He wasted no time sitting down in what usually served as your “laundry chair,” kicking his jeans off. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly to yourself and shake your head as you followed his lead, undressing yourself. 

Normally, whenever you took time for yourself, you didn’t make a big deal of it; you didn’t even take your pants off half the time. But, if he wanted a show… well, you’d give him one. You stripped down slowly, keeping your back turned to him the entire time, purposefully teasing him. You swayed your hips as one by one, a piece of your clothes found its way to the floor or into his lap. Once you were fully naked, you finally turned around to look him in the eye. The smile on your lips was hardly sultry, it was more shy than anything. He’d seen you naked countless times, and yet, every time made you feel shy.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.” He breathed out, toying with your panties that you had tossed over to him while you undressed.

You thanked him softly before crawling onto the bed, getting comfortable. Usually, you just rolled in, went at it, and called it good. But, again, he wanted a show, so you centered yourself in the middle of the bed, propping yourself up with pillows. You had toys, sure, but you didn’t really know how this would play out, so you figured you’d just use your fingers. You kept eye contact with him as you spread your legs slowly, your fingers finding their way to your clit.

You breathed out softly as you started to move your fingers in circles, letting your eyes shut and your head fall back as you went about your usual routine. Through your pants and moans, you could hear Jiseok stand up and take his own clothes off, and the idea of that drove you wild. You sped up, moaning his name softly, filthy phrases accompanying it.

“Fuck me just like that, Jiseok…” You moaned out softly as your fingers worked their way in and out of you, your hips bucking softly as you writhed. You were still in too much of a state of pleasure to open your eyes, but the things you were imagining him doing as he watched… 

Your moans turned to whimpers and whines, speeding up as you got closer and closer to finishing. “I’m- fuck… I’m gonna come…” You said, mostly for him to know. 

“Come for me, (Y/N), fuck, show me how pretty you are when you come.” He coaxed you. You could hear the soft sounds of him jacking off as you got closer, which, when coupled with his words, brought you over the edge. You writhed and whined, begged for him until you laid there, panting softly. 

“Wow…” you giggled quietly, “I’ve never come that hard just on my own.” You admitted.

He stood up, walking over to the bed, his cock rock hard. His hands tugged you down by your thighs so you were on the edge of the bed. As you caught your breath, you looked up at him. He was always so stunning when he was above you.

“Let’s see how hard you can come on my cock, then.” He said, teasingly rubbing it up and down your dripping slit. So much for finishing the movie…

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i was waiting for the teaser photos to come out to post my next few kinktober stories... the seungmin one doesnt even match and doesnt use a teaser photo but its fine... but days 2-7 are coming soon!! ill post jiseok's and seungmin's week 1 stories tonight, and then tomorrow morning i'll post Junhan and Jooyeon's week 1 stories, ot6 week 1 post will come tomorrow afternoon, and then Gunil week 1 post will be tomorrow night and then we're right back to Jungsu to start week 2 on the 8th!

itll all make sense eventually LOL everyone bear with me T-T

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Toy Box | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | Kinktober Day 1 WC: 3k Genre: Smut Summary: Jungsu finds good use for your pre-relationship collection of toys Warnings: overstimulation, graphic descriptions of f!anatomy, the lightest of impact play (a few spanks), pet names including the word "girl" used quite a lot Kinks: Sex Toys, Overstimulation A/N: HEYYYY!!!!!! Welcome to: A VERY PUPPYLUV KINKTOBER!!! This is my first time doing kinktober, eeee how exciting! Sorry I've been gone for so long! I started grad school and then I dropped out of grad school, it's been wild. I'll make an update post and a kinktober master list soon enough. For now... I'M BACK! Let's get kinky!

Before you met Jungsu, it wouldn’t be far fetched to say that you were a collector of certain… toys. If nobody was going to make you feel good, why shouldn’t you do it yourself? Then, of course, he came along. 

You had never used toys with him before, but he knew you had quite the collection. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by them, it’s just that things were always so intense and good with just the two of you that they never needed integration. Still, you weren’t shy about using them whenever he wasn’t home. You were just as human as he was, and god, when you were needy, you were needy. 

What you didn’t expect, though, was for him to come waltzing through the door one early weekday afternoon. Usually at this time, he was out, either working on something or running errands. Which left you with enough alone time to take care of any needs you had. 

Today was no different. You were laying in your shared bed, a few pillows propping you up, with your knees bent and legs spread. Your clothes and underwear had long been tossed somewhere on the floor. You hadn’t expected to be seen, so why should it have mattered? Despite that, though, you were putting on quite a show, even if just for yourself. You had clipped a cute pair of nipple clamps onto yourself, the chain falling onto your stomach in small waves, and your hand was working a simple wand vibrator against your clit. Your head was thrown back on the pillows, eyes shut and mouth open. You were hardly shy about the filthy moans coming from your lips, many of them including Jungsu’s name. Before you had gotten with him, you used to get off to porn, whatever you were feeling at the time. But now? Well… why wouldn’t you fantasize about the previous sexual encounters you’d had?

Your mind raced with memories of when he had bent you over the arm of the couch, the way his hand came down on your ass, the red mark it left after… another time when he’d taken you in the shower, the way his hands glided across your slick body before settling between your legs, all while his lips toyed with a spot on your neck, occasionally drifting to bite your earlobe… frankly, you could come just from thinking about him… and you were right there…

You jumped softly, immediately reaching for something to cover yourself when you heard him clear his throat. When you opened your eyes, there he stood, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his lips.

“Having a good time?” He asked. God, he was so cheeky when he wanted to be. You panted softly, coming down from the edge of what was sure to have been an earth-shattering orgasm. 

“Wh-what are you doing home so early?” You answered his question with a question. If he couldn’t tell you were having a good time given the sounds you had been making…

“There wasn’t much to do today… you haven’t answered my question.” He said, pushing off the door frame, walking into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and teasingly running his index finger up and down your shin.

“I… um, y-yeah.” You admitted. Why lie? You were about to come… of course you were having a good time. He picked up another vibrator you had pulled out earlier but hadn’t used yet, turning it over in his hands as he looked at it.

“This is cute.” He commented, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. As if you weren’t laying there, naked, your nipples clamped, dripping wet and throbbing. You thanked him softly, watching him stand up and walk over to your bedside table. He was aware that the bottom drawer housed your toys, but he never really sat down and looked through them all. You reached to pull the nipple clamps off of yourself, but as he kneeled on the floor, he spoke, having seen you in his peripheral vision.

“Leave them on.” His tone was hardly threatening, but Lord, it was commanding, and who were you to disobey an order from him? You moved your hands away, letting them rest by your sides. 

He pulled the drawer open, rummaging through your toys. He didn’t take long, standing up a few moments later, with his hands full. You glanced over to see what he held, and for the briefest of seconds, you wished you hadn’t. Your cheeks flushed bright pink when you saw the shiny plug in his hands, as well as your glass dildo. The former had a pink heart shaped jewel at the bottom, which went well with the pink glass toy, with a heart at the end of it. You were nothing if not someone who enjoyed cute things, even when they went inside of you.

With his free hand, he tugged softly on the chain of your nipple clamps, eliciting a small whine from you as well as an arch of your back. He smirked once more at your sound and movement.

“Eager, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, knowing that pet names like that drove you wild. You squeezed your thighs together as you nodded up at him.

“Hm? What was that? Use your words, doll.” He said, tugging on the chain again. “You weren’t shy about moaning my name earlier, now you’re too shy to say that you’re eager for me?” 

“I-” You started, quickly cut off by another tug on the chain. He let the chain drop from his fingers before he tapped the outside of your thigh with his palm.

“Hands and knees for me, pretty girl.” He said. Obviously, you obliged. His hands found their way to your lower back, rubbing small circles down over your ass and down the back of your thighs before going back up again. “Such a good girl for me.” He commented, landing a small but sharp smack on your ass. He bent down just enough to be eye level with your ass, softly pulling your cheeks apart, running his tongue on you, slowly, starting from your clit until you felt the tip of his tongue circle your ass. The two of you had dabbled in anal play before, he wasn’t against teasing you with his tongue there, but it wasn’t a common thing; that’s why you arched your back deeper than you ever had before when you felt his hot, wet tongue against your rim. He knew that saliva wouldn’t serve well enough for what he was about to do, so after a few more licks and playful smacks across your ass, he pulled away. You could hear him lubing up the butt plug, and you let out a few slow, deep breaths, trying to relax. You weren’t scared, you had gotten quite a lot of uses out of that plug, but the initial thoughts always made you tense up. 

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” He asked, rubbing a soothing hand on your lower back, the other hand holding the cold, lubricated plug against your hole. You took another few deep breaths then nodded, relaxing under his touch. You knew you could tell him to stop or slow down, and he knew you knew. You loved that about your dynamic. At your signal, he began to push it in, his other hand never ceasing its soothing movements. You let out soft moans, mostly of pleasure as he worked the plug into you, until finally, he signaled that it was in with a light pat on your ass, as if you couldn’t feel the fullness. 

“Such a good girl for me, you took it so well.” He said, tracing the heart shaped jewel with his fingertip. “Now, show me how well that pussy can take being full at the same time, hm?” He continued, lightly tapping the cold glass toy on your pussy, taking careful consideration to tap your clit, driving you wild. You nodded through your moans and gasps, arching your back more and more until your chest was nearly pressed into the mattress under you. Your pussy was still dripping wet from your earlier playtime, and between the teasing taps and the insertion of the butt plug, you just got more and more wet. He easily slid the whole dildo inside you, going at a medium slow speed - faster than he had plugged your ass, but slower than he’d ever fucked into you himself. His free hand grabbed the wand you had been playing with earlier, tapping it against your arm, as if to tell you, ‘you know what to do.’ And god, you did. You turned the vibrator back on, adjusting the speed to where you liked it before pressing it to your clit, whines and whimpers falling from your lips from that alone. Then, he started to pump the dildo in and out of you, eyeing you the entire time.

“That’s my girl, look how pretty you are like this. Both of those holes full, writhing with pleasure. You love being good for me, don’t you?” He asked punctuating each word with a thrust of the toy inside you. You moaned your responses out, though, if you were being honest, you were so lost in pleasure that you weren’t sure if the yeses falling from your lips were answers to his questions or simply cries of ecstasy. 

It didn’t take long for you to get close, he knew how to get you there in the best ways. “J-Jungsu… fuck, Jungsu, I’m gonna come.” You whined out, letting the vibrator fall from your shaking hand onto the bed under you. He wasted no time in picking it up, putting it back on your clit, even going so far as to turn the speed up one. You cried out once more, on the very, very edge.

“Please…. Please can I come?” You begged him. It was never established that you had to ask permission to come, not now, or ever, but the request came naturally. You were under his mercy in this very moment, it felt right to give him control of your orgasms as well. 

“Go on, pretty girl. Come for me. Be a good girl and show me how nicely you come for me.” He coaxed, rubbing the vibrator in small circles on your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. You gripped the bedsheets under you as you shook and came, loud whiny moans muffled under you in those same sheets. Normally, he’d slow down and pull away, letting you come down from your high. But not this time. He continued to pump the toy in and out of your dripping pussy, rubbing the vibrator on your sensitive clit. 

“Fuck, Jungsu, I’m so sensitive, I don’t know if I can-” You whined. You could keep going, you just didn��t know it. Overstimulation was uncharted territory for you two, but again, you knew if it was actually too much, one utterance of the word “no” or “stop” would bring a complete end to the whole thing, no questions asked. 

“Shh, you can take it, baby. Just a little more.” He said, speeding up his movements again. Normally, he would leave you fucked out from just one round of sex, but this? This was different. It was nearing that same blissful sensation, but different. Your moans were quickly replaced with loud, constant whining, and before long, your entire body shook. It took you by surprise, your next orgasm, but fuck… if that’s what coming from overstimulation felt like, you’d definitely incorporate it more often. It ripped through you like hot venom, the smallest dribbles of squirt or sweat or wetness dripping down your inner thighs, whines and screams and begs filling the air. 

This time, he did slow down, very gradually. He shushed you and calmed you, turning the vibrator off and tossing it to the side, bringing his hand back up to your back, rubbing up and down. Eventually, he pulled the dildo out of you, licking it clean before setting it on the bed next to you. If you hadn’t been fully drained, that action alone would have sent you coming all over again. 

“Atta girl… that’s my good girl. You took it so well, baby. So, so well. You’re so pretty when you come for me, you know that?” He asked. His earlier, commanding tone was gone, now replaced with soothing soft coos. 

“Th-thank you…” You said softly, still shaking as you came down from your high.

He chuckled softly as he began to ease the plug out of you as well. “No, thank you for letting me do this with you.”

The plug slid out much easier than it had gone in, the laxness of your body surely helping. He leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your ass cheek before speaking again. “I’m gonna go get some towels and a change of clothes, okay? Lay down, doll, you’re okay. I’ve got you. I love you.” He cooed, pushing you down gently so you were laying on your stomach on the bed. You nodded, still on cloud nine, shutting your eyes. He chuckled softly again. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me yet, pretty girl. It’ll be much more comfy in my arms. Just a little longer, mmkay?” He coaxed, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head before petting you, turning on his heels to clean up as quickly as possible. The only thing he needed right now was the feeling of you in his arms, fucked out and relaxed, all thanks to him, of course. And who knows, maybe you’d leave the door open more often.

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Hi bug how are you? I started to think maybe the last time i heard about you, u was busy playing coooing mama 😭😭

hi anonieee~! im okay!! i just started school for this term so i have to get into a routine with that and i am still playing cooking mama 😭😭 BUT i'm also still writing! i will be posting soon!! <3

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hey pookiesss~ i am alive and i am working on things,,, but i am also currently hyperfixating on cross stitching and playing cooking mama 😭 so... ill be back soon when the fun wears off LOL i love u all <3 drink water <3

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hi there lovely bug!

i hope you're doing well whenever you happen to read this!

since you say requests are open, i was wondering if you have any thoughts about who in xh are the most likely to be into edging and to what extent? giving or receiving! feel free to answer however you like; list or rambles or otherwise are all good 😊

thank you in advance! - 🐰

hi sweetheart!! im great! how are u! i love u!!

this was? insane of you, actually??? edging???? dats crazy! anyway! 2.4k words later... it is done... so. enjoy that... tee hee <3 love you!!!!

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Want You Like That | OT6

OT6 | Ramble, MTL (but all in one post this time LOL) Summary: Thoughts on giving/receiving edging from ot6 :) WC: 2.4k Genre: Smut Warnings: Edging (obvs), dirty talk, slight impact play, Subby Junhan, cum play briefly mentioned, all of these are implied unprotected sex scenarios (wrap it before you tap it, pls be safe!), coming inside, let me know if I missed anything pls!! A/N: I’m like… half combining this and an old ask that I never finished about subby Junhan, so anon who asked that... it is here and i am SO sorry it took me 90 years to do it, I kept going insane thinking about it LOL,,, I am a subby Junhan truther, I am sorry (I'm not sorry). Also! Everyone say thank you to my girlfriend for sending me this ask bc… WOOF!

GIVING

MOST

Ode Jooyeon Gunil Gaon Jungsu Junhan

LEAST

Am I projecting? Maybe! But hear me out on this! I think Jooyeon and Seungmin would be the most into giving. It’s been like two months since I first saw this clip of him gripping the fuck out of that keyboard and I have not stopped thinking about it, like, there’s no way Seungmin isn’t the biggest tease in the entire world. 

Because Seungmin wouldn’t just edge you one way or another. It would be Every. Single. Possible. Way. He’d tease you by rubbing your clit over your panties, whispering filthy things to you about how precious it was that you were about to come even though he hadn’t even really touched you yet, how he can feel how wet you are just for him… he’d edge you when he’d finally pull your panties off and eat you out, purposely slowing down his tongue whenever you bucked your hips or squirmed under him, bringing you bright back to the edge again by humming around your clit so the vibrations ran through you… AND let’s talk about fingering. He’d absolutely just use one finger at first just to hear you beg for more, just to hear you whine about how you want to be full, and he’d oblige, obviously, but he’d move so fucking slow that you could cry. And of course he’d fake pity you, telling you that he’s just making sure you could take his cock (even though he’d make you take it regardless). GOD!! AND THEN!!! The way he’d bring you right to the edge, making you think he’d let you come around his fingers before he’d switch up and fuck into you… saying something like “Fuck, all that time I spent stretching you open with my fingers and you’re still so fucking tight around my cock…”… the way he’d pull out almost completely when you were about to come, every movement of his bringing you closer and closer before he’d stop, loving how you were completely at his mercy… how he’d praise you right after and tell you that you’re so beautiful when you come, he should let you finish more often… 

Jooyeon, on the other hand, I think is much more of a brat than Seungmin is. He wouldn’t edge you for a long period of time, and he wouldn’t do it to make you squirm and whine to remind you that you belong to him, as much as he would just for his own pleasure. He would only edge you when he ate you out, and he’d do it just so he could stay laying between your legs, running his tongue up and down your slit until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck you… but he could eat you out forever if you’d let him. He’d push your thighs apart every time you’d try to squeeze them together to get any kind of friction on your clit so you could come, and he’d keep you right on the edge by pressing kisses into your skin, your wetness coating his chin and lips, leaving your inner thighs wet. You would absolutely feel him smirk against you every time you whined or moaned or begged him to just let you come, and when you’d ask him to compromise and just let you come and he could keep eating you out, he’d say something like “I’m already eating you out doll, why would I stop just to let you come?” AND!! When he’d finally let you come after he couldn’t even breathe on you without you getting close, he wouldn’t stop… he would overstimulate you into oblivion, leaving you knowing nothing but the feel of his tongue on your pussy, the press of his fingertips in your thighs, his needy, loving noises and the ecstasy wracking through your body,

Gunil could go either way, but he leans more toward to being open to it more often. He wouldn’t edge you every time you fucked, and he wouldn't ever edge you more than once or twice. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take his time, going excruciatingly slowly, building your orgasm up over time. In a way, it was teasing for him too, having to hold back from slamming into you like he was used to, but as much pleasure as he got from doing that, he got more out of cooing at you when you writhed and grabbed out for him. While he’d start with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at his usual pace, he’d use his free hand to yank at your hair, saying “Don’t you dare. You’re going to come on my cock or you’re not going to come at all.” And then, he’d run his hands up and down your body so slowly while he fucked into you at the slowest possible speed, making sure you felt every single inch of him, saying things like “There you go, that’s my good girl. Fuck, take my cock just like that.” and when you’d beg him to come, he’d click his tongue at you and grab your chin, making you look at him so he knew you were listening when he’d say “I know you want to come, baby. I know. I want you to come too, but you’re so pretty when you take my cock like this… so fucking beautiful…. just a little more, baby. You can take it.” And, of course, you would, because you would do anything he asked of you, even if it meant trying to take slow, deep breaths as he fucked you slowly until he’d finally let you come.

Gaon is very middle ground. He’d do it if the time felt right and he, too, was feeling like a little brat, but his edging would be unconventional. He’s the type to pull you over his lap and spank you, “accidentally” letting his fingers slide between your legs to get them wet. When you’d arch your back a little every time he’d do that, he’d make a note of it, mentally, before eventually being bold and sliding his fingers into you. But of course, your moans and whines of “I’m gonna come” would be met with “Oh, but I’m not done spanking you, princess.” before he’d pull his fingers out of you and slap your ass again, the wetness on his palm only adding to the sting.

Jungsu, too, is different. He isn’t into edging so that he could have power over you or anything like that. He’s more into accidental edging, if that makes sense. What I mean is that he’s such a cock warming guy. He’d want to be inside you every time you were cuddled up somewhere watching a show or a movie, feeling how you’d get wet over time for him whenever he’d tease you by moving or thrusting into you to remind you that the two of you were one in that moment. But a movie is a long time… and if it was a movie with particularly raunchy scenes? He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking into you as a natural reaction. But when he’d feel you clench around him, he’d slow down, saying things like “Shh, relax, angel. Relax. We’ve got 15 minutes left, you can do it.”

And Junhan… well. I have little to say on this because I will have a lot to say about him in a moment. He isn’t into edging you. He’s into being edged.

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RECEIVING 

MOST

Junhan Ode Jungsu Gaon Jooyeon Gunil

LEAST

Let’s Talk About Submissive Junhan. If there are no submissive Junhan lovers in the world, I am gone. Because he’d make the prettiest sounds whenever you edged him. Not even necessarily in a 24/7 domme/sub dynamic way, let’s focus solely on the sex. He’s such a whiny boy. A desperate, needy angel. Because when you’d hold his cock in one hand and teasingly bring a vibrator to and from his tip, he’d buck his hips up and whine and gasp, begging for more but not even being able to find the words to do so. His fists would ball up in the sheets next to him and he’d throw his head back… God, he’d look so pretty laying there with wide eyes and his hair all splayed out, panting, his pre-cum leaking out of him, his face red. The way his chest would heave with deep shaky breaths… And when you’d coo at him like he was nothing but a desperate little thing, he’d twitch in your hands, on the brink of coming just from that alone. You wouldn’t even have to degrade him in a hardcore way, either. Just saying things like “oh, look at you, poor needy thing” and “such a good boy for me,” would make him shake. Laughing at him a little, sadistically, despite your tone being sweet… putting the vibrator on the head of his cock while your other hand moved up and down just slightly, feeling him twitch in your hand, so close to coming. “Awh, are you gonna come? Already?” You’d ask, keeping the vibrator on him. And when he’d answer with frantic nods and a choked out “yes” you’d pull the vibrator away and the room would fill with his desperate whines… following it up with “You’ll come when I say you can.” And because he’s a good boy, obviously he’d nod and accept it, despite being so frustrated and pent up and needy. And of course, when you did let him come, he’d whine even louder, constantly thanking you, his hips bucking and his cum getting all over him, painting him as such a pretty mess…

Now, Seungmin… is not that kind of submissive in my eyes. He’s not a total dom, but he likes to switch things up, letting you take the lead sometimes. He wouldn’t get off on the idea of spending a long time with a toy on him, he wants to feel you around him, even if that means teasing him like that. He’s into edging in the sense that he uses it as a way to get himself closer and closer to the edge in terms of having to take over and pin you down and fuck you in return for your teasing. He’d love watching you bounce on his cock, muttering “Fuck, I’m so close, fuck,” while his fingers dug into your hips, which would give him easy access to slap your ass when you’d stop and get off, innocently saying you’re just switching positions when you both knew that you were just doing it to be a brat and edge him. The way he’d get more and more frustrated and pent up every time you’d come on his cock but you wouldn’t let him come yet would drive him wild, until you were literally pinned down on the bed or against the wall while he fucked his cum into you.

Let’s go back to cock warming Jungsu because mentally, I’m still there. If roles were reversed and you were the one who was moving on purpose, clenching around him and teasing him, he’d love it. Again, not because he wants you to take control (though he wouldn’t be against letting you be in charge every once in a great while) but because he loves knowing that you want him so badly that you’d be willing to tease him like that. When you’d “innocently” shift so he was deeper inside you, he’d let out a small groan, asking you “God, princess, what are you doing?” while his head fell into your neck, and his breathing would be so ragged and shallow. Obviously, you’d pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about, giggling softly as you’d “accidentally” grind against him, which would bring him closer and closer. He’d grab your waist to try to stop you, his voice almost pained as he’d say “Stop it or I’ll come.” And hey, you’re a good girl, so you’d listen! You’d stop moving entirely, leaving him right there on that edge. Maybe he should be careful what he wishes for.

Gaon is also a brat. He just is. But again, I think he’s very give or take, middle of the road. When I think about edging Gaon, it’s always something public. A quickie or teasing him in the car, not even touching him. He’s the kind of person who could come just from your words, and suggestive, little touches. If you whispered to him about how wet you were, or how bad you wanted him inside you, he’d get hard on the spot. It would only get worse for him when you’d rub his arm, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and stroking it slowly, mirroring the same way you loved to stroke his cock. He’d be so close to coming, telling you “Fuck, please just touch me… I need you.” But you, ever the responsible one, wouldn’t. You’d just take your hands away from him completely and tell him that he’d have to wait until he was home if he wanted to come with you, but rest assured, you were just as needy as he was.

And if I say that Jooyeon would be into thigh fucking, then what? The way he’d slide his cock between the soft skin of your inner thighs, your wetness only helping him go faster, would make him so needy, even a bit whiney. Be it on the couch, in bed, in a bath together or hell, even bent over a table or counter, he’d happily take you up on the offer to fuck your thighs. It would start as foreplay, almost every time, but when you’d take a step away from him, teasing him and leaving him panting and needy, his brows would furrow. And you better believe that after you doing that enough times, he’d have enough, pushing you over the nearest flat surface and fucking into you, hard and fast.

Gunil… simply wouldn’t be into it. Sure, you could edge him once or twice every now and then, but it would be foreplay, and much like Jooyeon, he’d have to remind you of your place, remind you that he’s in charge and he’s the one who decides when either of you get to come, not you. And he’d make you say it too. Grabbing your hair and yanking it, whispering in your ear, “You thought you were so cute, trying to pull that little stunt, weren’t you?” Before he’d spank you, hard enough to leave a mark before fucking into you… and dare I say? Coming inside you so you were reminded that you were his, in every possible way. (Gunil having a breeding kink? Who's to say...)

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October | Lee Jooyeon

Lee Jooyeon | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1.3k Genre: Angst Summary: You loved Jooyeon. You did. But, God, you hated how little freedom you had with him... you just wanted to exist without having to deal with his spirals into jealousy. Maybe you should have, though. Warnings: none but also tread lightly because this might be... my saddest piece yet A/N: i saw this post on twt the other day and i think it sums this up pretty well...

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.”

Jooyeon’s eyes widened at your words. You had argued the whole night, sure, but hearing you say this felt almost too finite, too final. Too real.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, finally finding his words, his voice coming out hoarse and broken.

“I do.” You replied, softly. Truthfully, you didn’t really know what you meant, you just knew that you needed a change. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really feel like you fell out of love with Jooyeon. He was just so clingy and while it could be cute at times, those times were so few and far between that it wasn’t worth it anymore. 

His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked you up and down, trying to read you.

“(Y/N), wh- how do I fix this? What did I do wrong?” He all but whispered. You took a deep, shaky breath, shaking your head at the same time. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Joo.” You said, but you both knew that was a lie. Well, maybe not a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. It wasn’t necessarily wrong of him to be clingy, but the way he had been acting lately had been so restricting. You felt like you couldn’t do anything or go anywhere without him without it being an issue. Just yesterday, you had gone out for lunch with a friend, and despite coming home on a high, your mood had instantly dropped, with Jooyeon arguing with you, begging for every single detail. You couldn’t blame him for being insecure, you had your moments as well, but this was something that was now stopping you from being yourself. And the way you saw it, it didn’t make sense for him to be in a relationship with someone who was being insincere. 

“Obviously I did, or you wouldn’t be breaking up with me.” His words stung. He had a point.

“Jooyeon, I just…” You started, walking over to the stairs and sitting down on the steps. “I don’t want to hurt you. You deserve so much better.” You fought back your own tears.

“Please hurt me. Because as it stands right now, I’m hurting you without even knowing, which is hurting me a lot more than you ever could. I don’t care if you hate me, but I can’t lose you. Not without trying to fix it, at least. Please, (Y/N).” He sat cross legged in front of you. God, he looked so beautiful despite his sad, broken expression. The way he looked up at you made your heart ache, even if you were only a few inches taller than him the way you were sitting. There was a part of you that wanted to just take it all back, to just endure the clinginess and jealousy and to learn to be okay with it all if it meant that you didn’t have to hurt him like this. But as much as you could sit here and say that now, you knew that in two weeks time, when it would happen again, you wound find yourself back in this position, and that cycle of hurting the both of you was almost worst than ripping the bandaid off and hurting him now.

“I don’t hate you. I never could. I just need to be alone for a while, Jooyeon.” You said after a few moments of silence. 

“So be alone with me.” He pleaded, his hands reaching out but falling short, unsure of if he could or should touch you right now.

“No, Joo. That’s…” You sigh, “That’s the point. I need to be alone by myself. I need to do things by myself for a bit. I need to feel like I can go places and see people and just be myself without worrying about you waiting here to interrogate me or breathing down my neck if you come with me. I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to look in his eyes. You could see the tears fall from his cheeks, dripping onto the carpet beneath you two, and you could only imagine what his face looked like. The way his brown eyes were darker, rimmed with the redness of his sadness, the way his lip quivered. You heard him sniffle as he processed your words, and that alone caused your own dam of tears to break.

“Jooyeon, I’m sorry-” You started again. But you were quickly cut off by him putting his hand up to stop you.

“I get it. Believe it or not, I hate myself for how I act. I saw what I was doing, I just couldn’t stop.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You whisper softly.

“Why didn’t you?!” He asked back, his tone almost biting.

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you!” You said through a small sob.

“So breaking up with me after not talking about it is supposed to hurt less?” His tone was more angry and hurt than sad, and fuck, did it hurt you too, to know you did this. He was right, you should have just talked to him about it, instead of letting it get this far. But if he had realized how he was acting, why didn’t he stop?

“You continuing to do it despite realizing it was hurting me is supposed to be okay?” You bit back. 

“I didn’t realize it was hurting you so bad that you wanted to break up with me, (Y/N)"!”

“Bullshit!” You said, your own tears turning from sadness to anger. You had never raised your voice at him before now, let alone swearing at him like this. An air of awkward silence fell over the both of you. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to lash out and keep the cycle going, hurting the both of you more than you already had.

You both looked at each other, tears falling from your eyes, the silence only being broken by the occasional hiccup or shaky deep breath. Finally, you spoke.

“Jooyeon, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” You whispered. If you could take every single thing back, you would in a heartbeat. Faster than a heartbeat. He said nothing in return, just looking over your features, trying to find any sort of emotion and sincerity behind them. And sure, he found sincerity in your apology, but he also found sincerity in the fact he had hurt you enough to get to this point. 

“No, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” He said, his voice quiet, low and gravelly. It was such a stark contrast to his usual voice. Frankly, you’d give anything in the world to hear him laugh right now. But you knew that you couldn’t. And what was scarier is that you probably just lost the chance to ever get the privilege to make him laugh again, let alone see him laugh at all. 

“I should go…” You said, after a long, uncomfortable while. He simply nodded, standing up and moving out of your way, walking up the stairs into what was once your shared bedroom. The same bedroom where you had made such incredible memories with him. You sighed, blinking away tears, going the opposite way, shutting the door behind you for the last time. As you stepped into the cold air of the night, your chest burned. You regretted everything. The fight, the fact you didn’t bring it up when it first started bothering you, the fact you hurt him more than anything or anyone had ever hurt you before. Now you could go wherever you wanted, do whatever you wanted, and see whoever you wanted. But at what cost?

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joo stans... i am SO sorry for the hell im about to unleash...

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Creature | Lee Jooyeon

Okay so I just finished watching Lisa Frankenstein for like, the 8th time, and once again, I NEED to talk about Creature!Jooyeon. Now I have a platform to do so!! So let’s talk about it.

no proper formatting on this one bc i just needed to put it in the universe... also uhm, spoilers if you haven't watched Lisa Frankenstein yet... you should do that. WC: 729 but it's a lot of photos and gifs so... long post.

Creature!Jooyeon who doesn’t talk, not because he can’t but because he likes listening to you talk and ramble about things… and also because he forgot how to talk idk

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you dress him up in whatever you want and puts on a fashion show just so he can see you smile and giggle, even if he hates it

Creature!Jooyeon who makes soft little noises of appreciation when you comb his hair, or even wash it for him

Creature!Jooyeon who picks out cute things for you to wear, and when you do, his eyes light up so bright and he smiles so cutely

Creature!Jooyeon who listens to you talk about your day and shares little candy snacks with you 

Creature!Jooyeon who invented simping for you and doing anything you asked because he just wants to be around you all the time

Creature!Jooyeon who lays his head in your lap and asks you to play with his hair just so he can feel you scratch his scalp and feel your warmth

Creature!Jooyeon who draws little things on your hands as an excuse to hold them, but also as his own little way of marking you

Creature!Jooyeon who, despite loving you, won’t laugh at your stupid jokes… but WILL laugh at the silly, awkward silence that follows right after

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you sit in his lap whenever you do things at your desk because one (1) time, you complained that your chair made your ass hurt

Creature!Jooyeon who notices all your little quirks when you focus, like how you bite your lip or stick your tongue out, how your head tilts to different sides depending on what you’re doing

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll never pass up a free moment to spin you around and dance with you, even though you both suck at dancing, especially ballroom… but he’d never, ever let you fall

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll play bass for you at any given moment, happy to learn any song you asked him to learn, be it by ear or sheet music

Creature!Jooyeon whose eyes light up when you sing along to whatever he’s playing, no matter how off key you are

Creature!Jooyeon who loves going through your stuff and hearing you tell stories about the life you had lived before he entered it

Creature!Jooyeon who’ll give you back massages and who listens when you tell him where you want to be touched and how !!!!!

Creature!Jooyeon who sleeps next to you and is always happy to be the big spoon, so he can play with your hair and smell the last little bits of your perfume or your shampoo after a shower

Creature!Jooyeon who nuzzles his face into you every night, keeping you as close as possible

Creature!Jooyeon who lets you play with his hair when you talk with him late at night in bed, leaning his head on your shoulder so you don’t have to reach so far

Creature!Jooyeon who would always rub your cheeks before he kissed you, cupping your head in his hands gently

Creature!Jooyeon who’d always kiss your knuckles

Creature!Jooyeon who’s playfully put peach rings on your fingers and bite them off playfully, and who’d let you do the same thing

Creature!Jooyeon who’d always carry you to bed whenever you were too tired to walk

Creature!Jooyeon who’d kiss all over your face before bed and every morning because you are just that precious to him

Creature!Jooyeon who is constantly looking at you with so much love in his eyes

Creature!Jooyeon who would never ever just “have sex” with you, it would always be slow, gentle and sensual

Creature!Jooyeon who helps you get off and never expects anything in return, and won’t stop until you come at least twice, genuinely. 

Creature!Jooyeon who’d cut someone’s dick off if you asked him to (LOL this is just a silly one sorry)

Creature!Jooyeon who would read to you while you laid in his lap if you were restless

Creature!Jooyeon who loves you more than life itself

CREATURE!JOOYEON, DEATH IS TEMPORARY, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!!!!

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ಬ gunil the type to grip and smack your hips while you ride him

there are times when he guides your moves and controls the pace, and there are times when he just keeps his hands on your hips to feel the motions of your body even better. to feel the tip of his fingers sinking into you. he likes to give you demanding taps and smacks whenever he needs you to speed up or to hold you down so he can delay his orgasm if he’s close

ಬ jungsu the type to french kiss you sensually while you ride him

he loves this position not only because you look beautiful on top and because it feels amazing, but also, because he gets to make out with you. his arms stay wrapped around you gently. his hands caress your back as you enjoy each other’s sweet taste. his embrace gets tighter as you get closer to your climax and that’s when his kisses turn sloppy and clumsy, but it only makes everything more arousing

ಬ jiseok the type to suck your boobs while you ride him

he cannot just stay still when you’re on top. he needs to make a good use of his mouth so he’s constantly kissing and biting you, if not - he’s talking, dirty and playfully. but his favorite thing is having your boobs in his mouth. his lips turn puffy and red from how long he takes to suck on each one. it turns him on so much that he can get a bit mean and nasty with it… spitting on your nipple before grabbing it with his teeth to pull it

ಬ seungmin the type to kiss your collarbones and rub your clit while you ride him

gentle open mouthed kisses on your collarbones that travel up to your neck… he loves kissing you there, because of your sensitivity and how you tilt your head for more. in the meantime his gentle finger circles your clit making you moan even harder. the circles can be quick or slow, depending on the mood and your needs. he likes helping you out and doing a little something for you when you’re in charge

ಬ hyeongjun the type to roam his hands and hold your boobs while you ride him

the sight of his own hands going up and down your skin; his fingertips crawling up your neck to caress your throat and sneak into your mouth - all of that turns him on so much. the contrast between his rough veiny hands with metal rings and your gentle silhouette with sensual moves is arousing. he appreciates every curve of yours while the rush floods his veins leaving him with the need to grasp your boobs and stare at his lap

ಬ jooyeon the type to grip the bedsheets and look you in the eyes while you ride him

he turns so heart eyes when you’re on top - he finds you incredibly hot when you’re chasing your orgasm, all sweaty and high on euphoria. he loves seeing your hair get messy, your makeup smeared, your face scrunched with pleasure. your boobs bouncing, your mouth hanging open. it’s so visually pleasing to him. in addition to you squeezing around him tight, it results into his hands turning into fists that grip the sheets desperately as his eyes gaze at you in awe

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Shallow | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1.3k Genre: Angst/Smut(?) Summary: You loved Seungmin. You did. Yet, somewhere in that love, you lost yourself, turning into a mirror image of him, which is something you grew to hate. Warnings: there's like... slight smut? It's skippable if you want it to be, but it's there. A/N: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I FORGOT TO HIT PUBLISH FHDSJKFS SORRY. Also: the smut part of this... maybe I will expand on one day (no promises) because. mmm hatefucking <3 OK SORRY GOOD LUCK OSEUMI LOVERS

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.”

Seungmin’s world felt like it was crumbling. Everything had seemed just fine, this morning. Right…? He felt blindsided, and frankly, incredibly hurt. He looked back into your eyes, and God, it stung. What was once a gaze of adoration and love had been replaced with confusion and pain.

“What are you even saying, (Y/N)? We’re a team, we’re… we’re us. What happened to that?”

You sigh heavily, sitting on the arm of the couch, running your hands over your face.

“That’s the thing, Seungmin. We… I’m not myself anymore. I’m you. I don’t even know who I am outside of being with you anymore, and that scares me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, cautious about what you were saying.

“So, what? You’re just going to throw away everything we have and everything we are just because you’re having an identity crisis? You don’t think that’s a little unfair to me? I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you through shit like this!” He said, raising his voice only a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you. Far from it. But he was so damn frustrated, and you could tell. Still, his words cut, deep.

“I’m not throwing anything away! But it isn’t fair to me, either! I wake up and I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize that person!” You retort, matching his volume.

He lets out a sound, a mix between a sigh and a scoff.

“Nice. Real nice, (Y/N). Being like me is so damn bad that you’d rather throw this away than try to work through it with me by your side.” He said, eerily calm, clearly extremely hurt, despite misinterpreting your words.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Seungmin. Stop it. I didn’t say that. I’m…” You sigh again, exhausted from the arguing. “I’m not doing this to be selfish, I’m doing this for us, don’t you understand that? You deserve someone who compliments you, not a carbon copy of you. And that’s what I’ve turned into.” You spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

“Well, there’s one thing that you didn’t copy from me. You’re so goddamn self centered and shallow.” He said, his tone biting. You know he didn’t really mean it, that he was just lashing out in anger but, fuck, that hurt more than anything you could ever muster up to say to him.

“Seungmin, what the fuck?” Your voice comes out hushed, small, and hurt.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” He said, realizing the extent of the damage he’d done. You huff, standing up, pushing past him to the door. 

“I’ll see you around, Seungmin.” You said, leaving those being the last words you said to him, for a good while.

~~~

Not a long enough while, though. It hadn’t been more than a week before you had bumped into him while you were out with some friends, ironically, trying to drink away the thoughts of him. You had debated calling him before this, over and over again, but you stayed strong. Still, there you stood, your feet aching in the heels you’d squeezed them into, your eyes fixated on his figure, standing on the opposite end of the bar, waiting for his drink. 

“Please, please do not let him be here with someone else,” You thought to yourself. You were the one who had broken up with him, sure, but still, it had only been a week or so. You stayed by your friends, just observing him for the duration of a song or two, releasing a held breath when you realized that he was here alone. Did you want to walk over to him? You were the one who left him, after all. And it was messy to say the least. You knew you would hate yourself for it later, but you walked over to him, sitting next to him, clearing your throat to make your presence known. 

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening. He didn’t know what shocked him more - the fact you were sitting there next to him, or the fact you were showing a good amount of skin in what you had worn. 

“Hey.” You said, quietly. 

“Hey…” He replied, just as quietly. 

~~~

You didn’t know how it happened. Multiple drinks and hours later, he and you were drunkenly stumbling through your once shared apartment, leaving filthy, needy kisses all over each other. Your lips had attached to his neck, leaving dark red hickeys and bites all over him, all the while his hands found their way down to your hips, pressing hard into your skin. A few more steps and you found yourself bent over the arm of the couch - the same couch you had sat on and argued with him less than a week ago. It didn’t matter to you now, though. All that mattered was him, the feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of your skirt getting hiked up and your strapless top getting yanked down. The feeling of him pushing your head down into the couch as he fucked you from behind. You couldn’t consider it hate fucking, neither of you hated each other. Hell, maybe you were right, maybe you did hold love for him still, somewhere deep inside you. Probably as deep as his cock was hitting, if you were being honest with yourself. 

It wasn’t until a little after 3am that the two of you had both tapped out, breathing heavily on the couch. You were laying in his arms, something that hadn’t happened in a while, even when you were together. His chest rose and fell in tandem with yours, but what you didn’t know was that while you laid there blissed out, sweaty and on cloud nine, brainless, he laid there thinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the sex, of course he did. So, it came as a shock, even to him, when he spoke. 

“You should go.” He said, quietly, stoic. 

“What?” You asked, immediately hurt. Sure, this wasn’t hate sex, but wasn’t it make up sex?

“I… (Y/N), this was…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word mistake. He didn’t see it like that. He never did before, and that hadn’t changed. He simply sighed, letting his arms fall away from you. “I’m sorry.” He said, hoarsely. You could tell this was just as hard for him as it was you, but that didn’t exactly make you feel better in this moment. You nodded, fighting your own emotional breakdown, pulling your clothes back on as best as you could given your sweaty, sticky state. You said nothing as you walked to the door, despite wanting to say so much. Anything, really.

The fact of the matter was, he had changed just as much as you had… you were quite literally two halves of a whole, but that whole was now shattered beyond repair. You weren’t just him, you were you and he was him. Together you were the best and worst of each other. But there was nothing you could do or say, now. You had made your bed, and now you had to lie in it, alone. Maybe, in another timeline, things would have worked out and you would have realized that he was right - you were being self-centered and shallow. At least you got what you wanted… now you had no choice but to figure out who you were, without him.

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