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Btw id prefer you people treat me like the stranger that I am and not elevate me to pseudo-friend just because you overhear my e-conversations and see my e-diary entries. Mutuals however are allowed to attack and kill me in multiple different manners, if they can catch me

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study buddies — studying with kim seowan hcs! (sfw + nsfw)

pairing: kim seowan x f!reader

warnings: 2nd half is nsfw!! read at your own risk under the cut

based on this request

a/n: i was able to finish daily dose of sunshine within a week! it was my last use of my free time before school starts. it’s my first time writing for him, so i’m sorry if things are a little ooc! i tried a new writing style for the nsfw part, i hope it’s okay! <3

SFW Ver.

when kim seowan gets into studying, it’s hard to pull him out of it! with his nose buried deep into his books, your pleas for attention will fall on deaf ears

“seowannn~” you whine, throwing your eraser at him “won’t you spare me just a glance?” he’ll chuckle and turn his eyes to meet yours, a grin displayed on his face “there, i looked at you. happy now?”

his words are harsh, but his tone is warm to the touch. you know how much effort he’s putting in to pass his exam!

he tried his best to get you to study with him! he’s setting down iced americanos in front of the both of you “alright, let’s focus now, okay?”

seowan’s fighting spirit motivates you to do your best too!! he encourages you by saying you’re in it together

he believes that teaching you is the best way of memorization! during meals, he’s rambling off history trivia and random math equations

kim seowan’s favorite way of studying is the pomodoro method! in between intervals of reading paragraphs of texts, you hear the ding of his alarm, signaling break time!

during breaks, he loves to chat about his favorite subject: you

he’s asking you how your day was, if you’ve eaten, what shows you’ve been catching up on, anything! it comes to a stop as his alarm dings again. before turning back to the books, seowan always makes sure to press a loving kiss to your cheek

pleaaase help him with his studies! when you have downtime, he’s shoving a stack of flashcards into your hands, eagerly asking begging you to quiz him

“for every question i get correct, you have to kiss me!”

to his disbelief, he masters each section quickly! “ah, if i knew it could be done like this, i would’ve done it sooner” he says with a pout, puppy dog eyes staring back at you

after finally passing his exam, seowan makes sure to reward you for it! both of you celebrate by having a romantic dinner together followed by a long night of loving <3

NSFW Ver. ⚠️ MDNI

seowan’s study sessions don’t always go as he planned them to. often, you’re getting jump scared by the sound of his fist hitting the table paired with seowan’s frustrated groans

as you hear seowan aggressively shutting his textbook, you make your way over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder

“it’s okay love, we can resume tomorrow yeah?” you reassure him, rubbing his back

you’re met with a ‘tsk’ and a shake of his head “I guess so…” he mutters, mentally scolding himself for not being able to grasp the concept

“there’s no use in trying to study when it’s got you in a fluster” you ramble “maybe tomorrow you ca-”

before you can get to finishing your sentence, you’re cut off by seowan’s lips smashing against yours, his hands gripping at your waist to keep you in place

who were you to refuse? you were more than willing to help your boyfriend blow off some steam

eagerly, your hands find themselves resting around seowan’s neck, kissing him back with the same passion

seowan’s quick to shove you onto the bed, grinning as he watches your hair fan out under you

“yeah ‘m pretty stressed out now, maybe you could help with that?”

silently nodding, you feel the heat pull between your legs as your boyfriend practically rips your clothes off along with his own

seowan usually isn’t a tease, but the combination of feeling inferior to his studies and how you looked so good underneath him edges him to push his knee between your legs, moving his leg just enough to rub against your cunt

whether is the edge of his pencil or a straw in his coffee, seowan has an oral fixation, and it always translates into bed

his mouth goes straight for your breasts. seowan eagerly presses open-mouthed kisses to the plush flesh, flicking his tongue over your nipple before taking it entirely into his mouth and sucking

getting off on your moans, seowan digs his knee into your core and you can feel him smirking against you as you tremble beneath him

seowan’s fingers are long.

when he finally pulls his knee back, his fingers quickly work their way into you, scissoring themselves to prepare you for his cock

seowan’s studied your body enough to know exactly what gets you going

he’s gathering your slick on his fingers, using it as lube as he rubs your clit in circles.

when you finally whine out for him to fuck you, he agrees instantly

although he may not look the part, seowan is strong! his favorite way of fucking you is by folding you in half, holding your legs to both of your sides by your thighs

when seowan slides himself into you, both of you share the same guttural moan, pleasure washing over both of you

seowan has to hold himself back from pounding into you, so he settles for bottoming out into you first, letting you adjust to his length

it’s only until after you give him the green light that he starts rocking his hips into you

when he’s having sex, seowan is vocal! he feels so good that he doesn’t mind letting loud moans and grunts slip from his lips

as seowan’s grip on your thighs tighten, his moans get louder and louder!

seowan also has a habit of babbling during sex! most of the time, he doesn’t even mean for it to be dirty talk, he’s just so lost in pleasure that he doesn’t have any filter in what he says

“fuck, you’re so good letting my fuck my stress into you”

“you look so good like this right now, i wish i could take a photo and save it forever”

“i’ll come to you next time im stressed, yeah? you can be my reliever”

when he’s close, seowan likes to press himself against you, leaning down to moan into your ear

as his labored breaths tickle your neck and his thrusts get more aggressive, you and seowan both approach release

“fuck, i’m so close baby” he pants into your ear, his hips eagerly meeting yours as his cock nudges against your cervix

you almost scream out in pleasure as you feel his hand snake up your leg, rubbing those oh so familiar circles into your clit once again

when he’s cumming, seowan likes to kiss!

seowan presses his lips to yours, capturing them into a kiss as he’s painting your insides white. you wantonly moan into his mouth as you reach your own climax, your cunt clenching around his cock

your boyfriend loves the sight of his cum flooding out of your pussy after he pulls out. so much so that he’s going in with two fingers, smearing the mess across your pussy, occasionally stuffing them back inside of you

after you both ride out your highs, seowan’s looking at you with a boyish grin “i feel so much better now, thank you” he giggles, pressing a kiss to your cheek

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thanks for tuning in for my debut fic of kim seowan! as always, feedback is read and appreciated <3

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tits or ass?

which do the big four prefer ;)

paring: f!reader x namgyu, ha sangmin, gu daehong, kim seowan (all separate)

warnings: nsfw content!

read below the cut <3

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Namgyu

tits, ofc! sometimes we forget (or not) how much of a womanizer namgyu can be. as his girlfriend, he’s begging you to wear nothing but a skimpy tank top, hoping he’ll get to ogle your nipples poking through the fabric alllll day.

in the bedroom, namgyu’s marking you up left and right and he won’t stop until your chest is littered in various shades of purple — signs that you belong to him.

namgyu’s also a huge fan of fucking your tits, especially when he wants to be a little tease. most of the time, he won’t even bother stripping you properly. in a rush, he’s pushing up your shirt and sliding his dick underneath your bra, signature smirk painting his face when you push your tits together to sandwich his dick

“that’s my girl, make it feel good yeah? if you suck on my tip, i might even consider fucking your throat after.”

oh and he loves cumming on your boobs! with a strained groan he’s releasing all over you, chuckling a little as some of his cum splatters into your face as well

“looking so pretty with my cum, hm?” he teases, ringed ringers rubbing his seed into your skin.

when he’s feeling like a little shit, namgyu makes you pull your shirt back down and forces you to go out in public with his cum painted across your tits. “think of it as my mark, yeah?” he chuckles, giving your nipple a sharp pinch through your shirt

Ha Sangmin

ass all the way! this man is begging you to wear all sorts of clothing to show off your curves. sangmin is cheeky with it, slipping yoga pants into your wardrobe, drooping over the sight of your ass hugged by the fabric. if you wear skirts out, he’s playfully flipping it up to get a glimpse of your panties.

to sangmin, there’s no better feeling in the world besides sex than you grinding your ass against his cock!

in the club, he has a shit-eating grin stuck to his face as you back it up against him. you’re no better than him either with a playful smirk of your own, loving the way his boner presses against you through your clothes!

behind closed doors, sangmin is waiting oh so patiently for you to act up. badmouthing sangmin, teasing, purposefully ignoring him? he’s keeping track of every single bratty thing you do, each one equating to a firm slap on your bare ass

sangmin has you bent over his knee, calloused fingers smoothing out the last bright pink hand imprinted into your cheek. his other hand wipes away droplets of salt from your eyes, cooking at you.

“it hurts doesn’t it, my pretty girl?” he taunts softly. if he could wag a finger at you he’d be doing so, treating you like a child getting their first scolding

when you whimper out a “y-yes sir, hurts so much”, sangmin can’t help the sinister smile that spreads across his face and the stirr of his cock in his pants at the nickname

“then maybe you’ll remember this the next time you want to act out.” sangmin grunts, bringing his hand down on your asscheek for the 5th time that night

and as more tears fall from your eyes as you promise you’ll think before you act, the little brat in the back of your mind says otherwise

Gu Daehong

an incredibly hard choice for him! the feeling of grabbing handfuls of your ass, grinning at the way you bury your face in his shoulder out of embarrassment.

OR. looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, humming against your skin, whimpers falling on deaf ears as he uses his tongue to stimulate your hardened nipples? how could he choose just one? (he’s obsessed with you, btw)

if he had to pick one, daehong would pick tits! (51-49 split)

daehong thrives in the intimacy of a slow make out session. when his lips move in synch with yours, he’s sliding a hand up your shirt, humming at the warmth that radiates from you as he gropes you

as he’s peppering kisses down your neck, he gets rougher with you, large fingers toying with with your nipples

“my beautiful girl…” daehong murmurs, as if daehong is marveling about you to himself. “so sweet…so pretty…” he whispers, ridding you of your shirt and bra, pressing you flush against him

with a glint in his eyes and a tight grip fastening around your waist, he claims you, even though there’s nobody else’s in the room besides you two. “all for me.”

and with that statement, daehong has you seated in his lap, his eager mouth sucking hickies into your tits. to daehong, his markings are more than just a possessive touch, it’s his own sign of how desperately he needs you

Kim Seowan

if you didn’t like anal before, seowan’s definitely changing your mind!

the first time seowan saw videos categorized under ‘ass play’, ‘rimming’, and ‘fisting’, it was like he had his own little revelation

it starts with little things, like seowan sticking a spit-slicked thumb into your tight puckered hole, claiming he thought it’d feel good

when you tell him that you didn’t mind, he took it as his own green light to find more ways to ease you into his own fantasies

next, he’ll start you off with a butt plug, grinning at the sparkly jewel making itself present each time he gives your ass a good spanking

when you finally let him fuck your ass, seowan is elated! his hands are planted on your cheeks, massaging your flesh as he uses his cock to plow into your hole

after getting used to it three or four (more like eight) times later, seowan gets the idea to experiment with toys to ‘heighten the experience’

seowan — who’s balls-deep in your ass — uses a vibrating dildo, shoving it deep inside your lonely cunt, positioning it perfectly against your twitching clit

“mm my pretty girl’s pussy was feeling pretty lonely, hm? we can’t have that now, can we?” seowan smiles innocently, using a nurturing tone as if he’s treating a child’s wound

after adding a level of pleasure to the already mind-blowing backshots he was giving you, seowan moans when you tighten on his dick, throwing his head back in pleasure

“f-fuck, you’re quite the freak, getting this turned on from having both of your holes fucked at once”

let’s just say, seowan just unlocked a whole realm of things to try in the bedroom

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a/n: i got sick on sunday, it’s friday now and things are just piled on my plate T-T this is my proof that im still alive

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I miss them

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perv namgyu || mdni +18

i wrote this with an awful headache so enjoy !

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who takes polaroids of you naked and sticks them around the house for you to see (you don't remember him taking them)

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will take your underwear and jack off into them, leaving his cum in there for you to feel when you put them on.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will touch your tits & ass whenever he feels like it, in public or not.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will cum to your voice when your in voice chat with him (he'll accidentally forget to mute himself so you hear everhthing)

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will watch porn with an actress who looks exactly like you, pumping his dick to the thought of you being pounded by him into oblivion.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will purposefully ask you to pick something up infront of him when you're wearing something short so he has a pretty outline of your cunt.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will literally fuck you anywhere & anytime he sees fit, he might not even be horny. if his dicks soft, then you'll have to suck it hard.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who would do anything for his pretty little fuck toy, at the end of the day he would literally kill for you.

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tantrum ★ nam-gyu

2K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

・❥・ summary: your favourite game to play was riling your boyfriend namgyu up until he couldn't stand it anymore ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, he's a little possesive. no squid game. ・❥・authors note: this is my first time writing namgyu so go easy on me. i also didn't proofread fully so please excuse any mistakes. ya girl is tired.

Riling up Namgyu was your favourite pastime. It was just so easy. All it took was a few choice words, a little flirting with someone and that was enough to send him spiralling. Namgyu was possessive, he was jealous and it wasn’t hard to get under his skin. He watched with narrowed eyes as you pressed a flirty hand against Thanos’ chest. Thanos? Of all people, his best friend? Of course because that was the easiest way to set him off. Namgyu had always been jealous of the attention Thanos got, it had been a miracle that you had chosen him over the chaotic rapper so when he saw you with him, he instantly saw red. He clenched his jaw, fingers flexing at his side. The pulsing music of Club Pentagon rang hard in his ears as he tried to see through the jealous haze coursing through him.

Your eyes glanced over to Namgyu, watching as your boyfriend clenched and flexed his fingers at his sides. You had him right where you wanted him. So, to put the final nail in the coffin, you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Thanos’ cheek. It was within seconds that Namgyu was storming over, grabbing your hand and dragging you off.

Club Pentagon had many VIP rooms, most of them were taken but Namgyu always kept one free – mostly for Thanos but he didn’t need it right now. He dragged you into the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

“Strip.” It was one simple word but the way he said it made your pussy throb. The commanding tone, the way he had rested his back against the door, his arms across his chest – it was so damn hot. “Now.”

Without hesitation, you began pulling your clothes off until you stood there bare from head to toe. Namgyu watched shamelessly, his pants tightening with every piece of clothing you discarded on the floor. “Bend over the arm of the couch and don’t fuckin’ talk.”

“Why what’re you going to do, huh?” You teased, disobeying him but still you bent over the arm of the black leather couch, the fabric pressing against your stomach as you did. Namgyu moved quickly, his hand coming down to smack your bare ass. You gasped but the smirk on your face gave away just how much you loved it.

“Didn’t I say not to talk?” He growled, bringing his palm down once again. He did it one, two, three more times. With each slap, your moans grew louder, the stinging of your skin barely a concern. At this point you were practically dripping and he’d barely touched you. This was why you riled him up. The way he was rough, so determined to punish you, it was your favourite. “You just like pissing me off. Flirting with Thanos, really? Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

His fingers dove between your legs, dragging one of the long digits through your folds, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Look at you. Bent over, exposing yourself to me like the desperate little slut you are.” His fingers grabbed at your ass, digging in as he grabbed at you. “You’re my slut. Mine to ruin.”

It took him barely ten seconds to shove his pants down, freeing his cock just enough. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking from base to tip. Your breath hitched, knowing what was coming but he was making you wait. If you could tease him, he could tease you and usually he would for much longer but he was so wound up, he couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into you with one hard thrust causing a loud moan to rip from your throat, a relieved groan coming from him. He wasted no time setting the pace, his hips pistoning into you hard and fast. Your body lurched forward with each thrust. 

“Harder, baby, please,” you begged, your fingers trying to grab hold onto the couch just for something to hold on to.

“I don’t think you get a say right now after the shit you pulled,” he grunted, giving your ass another slap. But, he did it anyway, changing the angle of his hips to pound into you faster. With the way his fingers were digging into your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts, you knew there were going to be bruises. That never bothered you. You loved seeing the marks he left on you during your moments of passion.

One of his hands slid up the spine of your back to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back, making you arch. You were getting close, too close. It was hard to think of anything through the haze of the lust clouding your mind. The way you could feel every drag of his length inside you, it made you clench around him causing him to let out an heavenly sounded moan.

“Nobody can fuck you as good as me, understand?” He panted. You could tell he was getting close, too. His thrusts lost their rhythm as he practically rutted into you. “Cum for me. Now. Show me I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

His name fell from your lips in a scream, your whole body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you. Your walls clenching around him caused him to hiss out, his own release hitting him. He stilled inside you, letting his release fill you up just the way he liked. A few lazy thrusts later, he pulled his softening cock out of you, watching with lust filled eyes as your fluids trickled down your thighs. It was a sight he’d never tire of. 

“Don’t go pulling that shit again,” he said breathlessly, pulling you up and into him. He let his eyes roam over you, taking in the way your face was flushed, eyes hazy as you came down from your high. His lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss. “You’re mine.”

You slid your arms around his neck, kissing him with just as much desperation. You were his. You always would be.

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perv namgyu || mdni +18

i wrote this with an awful headache so enjoy !

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who takes polaroids of you naked and sticks them around the house for you to see (you don't remember him taking them)

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will take your underwear and jack off into them, leaving his cum in there for you to feel when you put them on.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will touch your tits & ass whenever he feels like it, in public or not.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will cum to your voice when your in voice chat with him (he'll accidentally forget to mute himself so you hear everhthing)

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will watch porn with an actress who looks exactly like you, pumping his dick to the thought of you being pounded by him into oblivion.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will purposefully ask you to pick something up infront of him when you're wearing something short so he has a pretty outline of your cunt.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who will literally fuck you anywhere & anytime he sees fit, he might not even be horny. if his dicks soft, then you'll have to suck it hard.

☆ PERV NAM-GYU who would do anything for his pretty little fuck toy, at the end of the day he would literally kill for you.

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oh i nutted like 4 times while reading this

Seo-wan brat taming us because we were being a bitch during the whole day by being really snappy for no reason, and when you two finally comes home he finally have time to study but we keep bothering him so he weirdly snap and completely switch up on behavior and become super mean and keep edging us because hes tired of being gentle and getting stepped on 🤤

Kim Seo-Wan x fem!reader

18+ content ahead! || brat taming, mean dom!Seo-wan, sweet to feral switch, edging, spitting, name-calling, begging, overstimulation, multiple rounds, soft aftercare, nerdy!Seo-wan, cockwarming, dumbification, light degradation

You were a bitch all day.

Not in the hot, teasing way you usually are. No—today it was something sharper. Petty. Nasty little comments while he held the door open for you, eye rolls when he tried to ask how your day was, sarcastic tones when he offered to carry your bag. He’d smiled through it like always, a little sheepishly, like maybe you were just tired.

Maybe you were.

But that didn’t explain why you snapped at him in the car, or why you scoffed when he offered to pick up dinner. It definitely didn’t explain why you pulled your phone out at the table when he tried to talk about the quiz he’d been studying for all week.

He didn’t fight you on it. He never did. Sweet Seo-wan, your gentle boyfriend with his glasses slipping down his nose and the shy smiles. He took it. Like always. Until you got home.

And pushed again.

“Are you seriously studying now?” you said from the bedroom doorway, voice loud and sarcastic. "It's almost midnight. You can't even give me five minutes?"

Seo-wan was on the floor, books spread around him, highlighter cap between his teeth. He paused, looking up at you with tired eyes. But even now, they were kind.

“I’ve got a mock exam in the morning,” he said carefully. “I’ll come to bed after one more chapter, I promise—"

You sighed dramatically and flopped onto the mattress, face-down. "Whatever. You’re obsessed. You care more about school than me."

There was a long pause. Long enough that you thought he was going to apologize like he always did. But instead, you heard the cap of his pen click.

Then silence.

You lifted your head. "What? No comeback?"

Still silent.

When you turned around, Seo-wan was staring at you. Really staring. His glasses were off, and there was something unreadable in his face. Tired, yes—but something else. Frustrated. Strained. A vein in his neck twitched.

Then, quietly:

"You’ve been acting like a brat all day."

You blinked.

He stood. Slow. Calm. His shadow stretched across the room as he approached. You felt the mattress shift when he climbed on, crawling toward you without breaking eye contact.

Your breath caught.

"I try to be nice to you," he murmured, grabbing your ankle and dragging you toward the center of the bed. "I study, I work hard, I let you walk all over me because I love you. But tonight—"

He leaned over you, breath hot against your cheek.

"—you’re gonna learn what happens when you push me too far."

His mouth hit yours like a threat—deep, tongue everywhere, taking what he wanted. You whimpered into it, already soaked, already tense.

Then he pulled back. Just enough to spit in your mouth.

"Swallow."

You did, and his eyes darkened.

"Good girl."

He ripped your shorts down your legs, bent you in half with zero effort, pushing your thighs to your chest and pinning them there.

"You like acting like a brat, huh?"

You opened your mouth—maybe to apologize, maybe to argue—but nothing came out. Just a shaky breath.

"You’re always mouthing off until I get you like this," he muttered, kissing the inside of your knee, dragging his tongue along your thigh. "Then suddenly you’re quiet."

His mouth hovered over your dripping cunt. Then—he blew on it. A cruel puff of air that made you twitch.

"You’re soaked," he mocked. "This what you wanted? To piss me off until I fuck the attitude out of you?"

His tongue flicked once—just once—and you jerked.

He chuckled. Then stopped touching you entirely.

"Not yet."

He edged you six times. Six.

Fingers rubbing your clit in slow, lazy circles, then suddenly pulling away, then slipping two fingers inside you, curling and stretching with precision.

But then, just as you start to beg, he slides his fingers from inside your dripping cunt to his mouth—slow, deliberate, sucking each digit clean with a wicked smirk.

"See? I’m not just a nerd," he said, voice low and mean. "I’m a freak too."

You gasped, trembling.

Every time you whined or begged, he’d push your thighs farther apart, make you spread yourself, watch you while you cried.

"You don’t deserve to come yet. You’ve been annoying, clingy, needy. You know how hard it is to focus with you acting like a spoiled little bitch all day?"

"Wan, please—"

"You’re just a hole right now."

You gasped.

"Yeah, baby. Just a warm, messy hole that doesn’t get anything until I’m done."

He finally slid his cock in while you were still begging. No warning.

You screamed.

He groaned at the tightness. "Look at you. You wanted this. Needed to be put in your place, huh?"

He fucked you with deep, punishing thrusts, holding your wrists above your head, breathing harshly against your neck.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"You—fuck, you, Seo-wan—"

"That's right. Nerdy boyfriend who studies all day owns this pretty little cunt."

He fucked you hard, then pulled out before you could come.

You sobbed.

He laughed softly. "You’re so easy to break. All that mouth, gone now. What happened, sweetheart?"

"Please, I need it—I need to come—"

"You’ll take what I give you."

He took you again. Bent over the desk this time, textbooks and notebooks pushed aside, your cheek pressed to a problem set covered in equations. His hips slammed into you, cock hitting that spot that made you cry out.

"Look at you, getting ruined right next to my study guide."

He tangled a hand in your hair, yanked your head back. Your jaw dropped open on instinct. He spit into your mouth again. You moaned.

"Good girl. Open and ready."

He pulled you onto the floor. Laid you flat. Thrusted slow and deep, letting you feel every inch.

"You’re going to stay stuffed tonight," he said, voice low and threatening. "I’m gonna fill you up and make sure you feel it for hours."

You nodded dumbly, eyes rolled back.

He slapped your clit.

"Answer me."

"Yes, yes—please, Wan—"

He pushed in again and finally, finally let you come. You convulsed around him, legs shaking, moaning his name like a prayer.

Then he kept going.

Three rounds later, he was still hard. Still mean. Still not done.

He pressed one hand to your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock inside you.

"So full of me. Such a good girl when you shut the fuck up."

You came again just from that.

By the final round, you were cockwarming him, dizzy, limp in his lap with your head on his chest while he whispered formulas into your ear. Every now and then, he’d grind into you again just to feel you whimper.

And when he came one last time—groaning low into your neck, whispering your name—he stayed inside you.

"Stay full," he murmured, tucking a blanket over your bare body.

You didn’t even have the strength to answer.

He kissed your forehead. Brushed hair out of your face. Softened.

"Rest, baby. You earned it."

He adjusted his glasses, pulled his notebook back into his lap, and started solving equations again—his cock still deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

You were ruined.

And you’d never interrupt his study time again.

boyyy we had a time last night😈🤤👅👅🗣

@gyumshot @iphezx @arbitrarykiwi @namsgyu @moontabi

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waking sang-min up by sucking him off under the covers late at night because youre ovulating and needy, and when he wakes up he makes you ride his thigh as a punishment for waking him up :3

Ha Sang-min x fem!reader

18+ content ahead! Degradation, oral (f. giving), facefucking, thigh riding, ovulation kink, punishment, messy raw sex, no protection, cold aftercare, dom!Sang-min, somnophilia(?)

You couldn’t help yourself.

It started with the ache—low in your belly, sharp and needy. The kind that made your skin feel too hot for your own body. You’d been restless for the past hour, tossing in bed, thighs clenched, nipples brushing against the cotton of your shirt just a little too sensitively. It was your fault for tracking your cycle. For knowing exactly when you were ovulating. For knowing just how badly your body wanted to be fucked and bred.

But Sang-min was asleep.

And you… you were starving for him.

You turned to face him, biting your lip. He looked so peaceful—head tipped back slightly, jaw slack, lips parted just enough to let out those soft, slow exhales. His arm was flung over his face, the covers barely clinging to his waist. His chest rose and fell steadily in the dark, broad and bare, and all you could think about was how warm he’d feel on your tongue.

One taste.

Just one…

Your thighs clenched again. The ache pulsed hot between your legs. You were already soaked through your panties.

You didn’t mean to move so quietly.

You just… slipped down.

Blankets rustled softly as you slid under them, lips parted, breath trembling. You pulled the sheets up over your head like a guilty secret and settled between his legs, heart racing. You paused, listening to the rhythm of his breathing. Still deep. Still sleeping.

You reached for the waistband of his boxers.

Slowly, carefully, you tugged them down until his cock sprang free—half-hard already, twitching against his thigh like it knew exactly what you were here for. You swallowed thickly, lips tingling.

Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

He was perfect. Heavy and flushed, thick enough to stretch your jaw and long enough to make your throat burn. You ran your fingers gently along the shaft, barely ghosting your touch over him, and he twitched.

God.

You leaned in and gave the tip one soft, slow lick. His hips shifted faintly. Still breathing deep.

You licked again—longer this time. A single wet stripe from base to head.

And then, you took him into your mouth.

The first stretch made your throat ache just a little, but fuck, the taste of him—warm, salty, that raw masculine musk—made your whole body throb. You sucked slow, tongue tracing along the underside, pressing into the thick vein you knew would make him twitch. Your hand wrapped around the base, stroking slowly in rhythm.

You bobbed your head, gradually going deeper, until your nose brushed his skin and spit began to slick your chin. The sheets muffled every filthy sound—each wet gag, each sinful slurp. Your mouth was a mess already. But he was getting harder in your throat, inch by inch, and that was all that mattered.

He shifted again, breathing heavier now.

You kept going.

One hand on his thigh, the other squeezing his base, drool slipping from the corner of your lips. You gagged softly around him and he groaned.

His hand twitched. A low, broken grunt escaped his chest.

“...the fuck…”

You froze. Eyes wide.

Then his hand fisted the sheets, yanking them back off your head in one rough motion—and there you were. Caught. On your knees, mouth full of his cock, face flushed and soaked and wrecked from the effort.

He looked down at you with hooded eyes, his voice thick with sleep and disbelief.

“You serious right now?”

You blinked up at him, sucking one last time before pulling off with a wet pop.

“I needed it,” you whispered. “Please… I couldn’t sleep.”

He stared at you for a beat, jaw clenching.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “You woke me up by sucking my dick?”

You nodded.

He laughed.

Low. Mean. Like you were insane.

“God, you’re disgusting.”

You whimpered, crawling further up between his legs, lips trailing back down his shaft. “Please, Sang-min…”

“Uh-uh.” He shoved you off, sitting up slightly with one arm behind him. “You that needy? That desperate for cock you’d wake me up just to gag on it?”

Your face burned, thighs rubbing together. “I’m ovulating…”

“No shit.” He scoffed. “Pussy probably dripping all over my sheets.”

You nodded again. Silent. Embarrassed.

That was when he grabbed you—rough, impatient—dragging you up onto his lap.

“Then get on my thigh.”

Your breath hitched. “W-What?”

“You wanna get off so bad?” he said, voice low and cruel. “Then ride it.”

He yanked you forward by the hips, forcing your soaked panties against the thick muscle of his thigh. You gasped at the friction, instinctively grinding down.

"That’s right,” he murmured, watching you. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You whined, shame burning through you—but you obeyed. You straddled his thigh fully, hands on his shoulders for balance as you started to rock your hips in slow, desperate motions.

He was warm beneath you. Solid. His thigh flexed just right with every tiny shift of muscle, grinding against your clit through your panties with a pressure that made you moan.

You looked up at him—eyes glossy, lip trembling.

And he smirked.

“Look at you. Fucking yourself on my leg like some stupid bitch in heat.”

Your cheeks flushed. You ground harder.

Each motion sent sharp sparks through your core, the pressure just right, the rough cotton dragging over your swollen clit until you were panting into his shoulder.

“You that needy, baby?” he murmured, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back. “Couldn’t wait ‘til morning?”

“I-I needed it,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, I can fuckin’ tell.” His voice was mocking now, watching you like you were nothing. “You were gonna swallow my cum in your sleep and hope I never noticed, weren’t you?”

You nodded.

He dragged your panties to the side, and your bare pussy immediately slicked his thigh, messier than before. His breath hitched when he felt it.

“Jesus. You’re soaking me.”

You moaned, grinding harder now, faster—completely lost in the friction, chasing it like a drug. Your nails dug into his shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck.

"Fucking mess,” he muttered, grabbing your hips to keep you still—then forcing you to rock slower. “Nah, not like that. You do it my way.”

You whimpered at the restraint, but obeyed, hips jerking awkwardly in smaller, tighter circles.

His hand slid up your back, then gripped the back of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “Moan for me.”

You did. Loud and filthy. You didn’t care.

The slick sounds of your pussy dragging over his thigh filled the room, your inner thighs shining with arousal.

“You’re gonna cum just from this?” he said darkly. “Just from humping me like a fuckin’ mutt?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“Then cum.”

That was it.

You fell apart with a loud, broken cry, grinding frantically as your orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy spasmed against his leg, slick gushing as you rode it out, thighs trembling, body shaking.

You kept humping even as you sobbed from the intensity.

When it was over, your body collapsed against his, breathless and ruined.

And he didn’t hold you.

He shoved you back, wiping your slick off his leg with a disgusted scoff.

“Fucking unbelievable,” he muttered, reaching for a tissue and tossing it at you. “Clean up your mess.”

You blinked at him, still dazed.

“I—”

“Save it,” he snapped. “I’m going back to sleep. You do this again and I’ll leave you on edge for a week.”

You flinched.

He turned away from you, rolling over like nothing happened.

No kiss. No praise. No comfort.

Just you, aching and raw and used, staring at the wet stain on his thigh and the cum-slicked sheets beneath you.

You swallowed hard and reached for the tissue, throat tight.

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@iphezx @gyumshot @arbitrarykiwi @namsgyu @moontabi

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I need to be in a relationship with an older gay man who's kink is providing financial support for my transition. Forcemasc sugar daddy if you will.

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just how he likes it — namgyu

paring: namgyu x f!reader

warning: smut (pet play, power dynamic imbalance idk what to call this idk)

read under the cut!

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both physically and mentally, namgyu likes to keep his girl on a tight leash. no crop tops or booty shorts that leaves nothing to the imagination. you’ve already learned your lesson the last time you proudly displayed your midriff to the public, memories of namgyu’s stinging slaps to your ass clouding your brain.

namgyu’s quiet on the inside, never speaking more than what he deems fit. behind closed doors, nothing changes.

“kneel, pet.” he demands, suited shoulders relaxing against the leather chair as he swirls a glass of freshly poured whiskey.

“yes sir” you oblige, tone obedient as your knees press against the cold tile. as you look up at your lover, eyes finding their way to his through your lashes, namgyu’s cock twitches painfully. he’s always had a thing for power abuse, making himself feel bigger than the others.

you can recall countless times, his stories from the club, how he felt a rush of adrenaline from cutting off his customers, having buff men in padded clothing take them away with the snap of his fingers.

but you? you never put up fight. always quick to learn his likings, quick to obey his every last word.

“been a rough week for you, hm?” namgyu asks, taking a sip of his drink, lips wetted with the bitterness of the alcohol

“y-yes sir. feels like i haven’t gotten to relax a single bit” you openly admit, a pout painting your face.

“well ‘s just too bad. come closer, yeah? i’ve got just what you need” he soothes, using a hand to beckon you closer to him, and you do.

eye level with his crotch, namgyu lets out a soft sigh, palming himself through his slacks.

“be a dear and undress me, will you?” he grins, his usual cold and uninterested eyes now warm with need.

“yes sir” you reply once again, the nickname he’s chosen for himself rolls off your tonguge, bringing a satisfied smirk to his face.

as your fingers work to undo his slacks, releasing his cock from his underwear, his hand finds itself in your hair, silently praising you for following his orders through small strokes atop your head

“so good for me, always been so good” he purrs, voice low and soft like leather.

taking his length into his own hand, namgyu groans as he slaps himself against your face. once. twice. thrice.

“pet, are you thirsty?” he asks, a playful look in your eyes

“i’ll drink anything you give to me, sir. I trust you” your words alone send electric waves through his cock, throbbing against your cheek.

jaw clenching, as if he’s struggling to keep himself from taking you right then and there, he lets out another strangled order. “open.”

and you do, connected by a singular strand of saliva, you part you lips, hot breath fanning against his cock.

“that’s it, that’s what i like to see.” he muses, grinding his lips upwards to feel the plush of your lips dragging against his cock.

“this’ll take the edge off” he chuckles, bringing the class down to his cock. before you can ask what he means namgyu tilts the glass, light brown liquid spilling down the sides of his cock and into your mouth.

“drink it up yeah? this shit was expensive so you better not waste any of it.” he murmurs, using his free hand to hold the back of your head, keeping in you in place

the liquid burns as you gulp it down, the bitterness coating your throat. soon enough, namgyu’s pulling the glass back, setting it down beside him.

“tasty, right?” he grins, tapping the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“mhmm, best drink ever” you purr, rubbing your tongue against his slit, earning a low growl from him

namgyu wastes no time, and in one fluid motion, he thrusts up into your mouth, sheathing himself down your throat

sadistic eyes meeting your panicked ones as you gag around his length, namgyu licks his lips, tightening his hold on you.

“good. now just sit back and relax, okay? i’ll make sure there’s more where that came from.”

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a/n: idk what this is, but i’m hoping it gets me hyped to write a lot HAHAH. the sudden increase of namgyu fanfic after s3 makes me also want to write things hehe.

thanks for tuning in! feedback is read and appreciated as always <3 MWAH

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