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[seungs1ks]

hi, i'd like to request a chan smut please 🥺

thank you for requesting, i hope you like it!

6:19p.m. 🖤

smut [18+] (chan x fem!reader)

warnings: swearing, unprotected, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral (m receiving)

"you started this, now make it quick," chan mutters as he stops the car. you glance down at the bulge in his jeans, your insides fluttering with pride at how hard you've made him just from teasing.

you two are heading back to the dorms from a rare date. relaxed, uninterrupted outings with chan are hard to come by nowadays, so you chose to dress up in something you knew he'd like for this special occasion. on the car ride back, though, you started riling him up, just for fun -- spreading your legs wide in your seat while hiking up your skirt, reaching over to squeeze his strong thigh, leaning over to kiss his neck during a stop light...

around halfway through your journey chan had enough, and he shot you a hard glare, his eyes dark and his jaw clenched, before pulling the car into a secluded alley.

now, he's painfully hard, burning a hole through you with his gaze. chan unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over to kiss you roughly, tongue forcibly exploring the inside of your mouth.

"you are such a little minx," he pants after giving you a purplish mark on your neck. "i'm so fucking hard for you. you better take care of this right now," he shifts back in his seat and hurriedly unbuttons his jeans. pulling them and his underwear down, he reveals his hard, throbbing cock, which smacks against his lower stomach. you're practically drooling.

quickly, you get on your knees in your seat, bend down and take him in your mouth all at once. chan groans appreciatively. he's all for a long night of fucking but oh, he loves quickies, or sex in public places, where the both of you are desperate and frustrated, and have to get straight to business.

you swirl your tongue around his cock, and moan around him when you feel one hand in your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft, and the other on your ass, squeezing it and spanking it once, twice.

"yes, baby, fuckkkk," chan grunts, tongue hanging out of his mouth in ecstasy. "just like that, fuck, you’re so good."

pleased with his praise, you slurp noisily around his cock, a sound he loves. in response, chan curses again and pulls you off his cock. he pumps himself with his hand, looking at you like a predator eyeing its prey. "come here."

you know what he means. you hike up your skirt and maneuver yourself into the driver's seat, positioning yourself in his lap, over his cock and facing him. "let me see," chan says softly, trying to move the fabric that was obstructing his view of your soaked underwear. you adjust it for him, and he smirks at the sight, biting his bottom lip.

"move it," chan commands, and of course you obey, pulling your panties to the side. he hums in approval. "sit."

bracing yourself, you sink yourself down onto his length. both of you moan loudly at the feeling, the cramped space of his car making the air hot and heavy with sex. but god, you love it.

chan grips onto your hips, helping you move up and down his cock. you whimper, feeling so full and so good.

"is this what you wanted, hm?" he asks, not taking his eyes off yours. "when you were teasing me? when you dressed up for me today? you just wanted me to take you in the car, just like this. isn't that right?" he's using all his strength to fuck you down onto his cock. the wet squelching sounds are filthy and obscene -- exactly how he likes it.

you nod frantically. "yes, yes, fuck," your voice is high-pitched and raspy, the way chan's cock hits that spot inside you with each movement making you giddy with pleasure. "love it when you fuck me in your car, daddy," you whine

chan growls, tightening his grip on you. "naughty little one," he starts thrusting up into you, and you cry out. "you gonna cum all over me in this seat? you love making my car dirty, don't you?" his dark locks are plastered against his forehead with sweat, his lips are parted, and he's fucking you like his life depends on it.

"daddy, i'm gonna cum-- ah, fuck," you mewl, throwing your head back as far as it can go in the tight space. your back hits the steering wheel as you ride out your high, legs shaking on either side of his lap, walls clenching and spasming around him.

"fuck, baby," chan groans, eyes fixated on where the two of you are connected. he digs his nails into your flesh and wildly rolls your hips back and forth, chasing his own orgasm. not long after, he cums deep inside you, eyes closed and mouth wide open.

the two of you try to catch your breath. it's impossibly hot inside the car, and the air is thick and sticky with sex. chan scrambles to lower the windows in order to let some air in. he sighs at the breeze that enters.

chan beckons you to come closer, and kisses you softly. "well," he starts. "everyone's gonna know what we've been up to. i probably look like i just ran a marathon."

"sorry, i couldn't help myself. you look so fucking hot when you're driving."

"mm," he smiles, stroking your cheek. "did you enjoy today?"

"lunch, shopping and car sex... i think it was an amazing day." you beam at him.

he chuckles. "i'm glad. i think so too."

"what's next?"

"i think one of the members is cooking dinner tonight, and then...whatever you want?"

"i might have secretly bought some lingerie earlier..."

"get off me. now. we are driving back. right now."

[seungs1ks]

holy shite jealous siki is the norm now - 🌹 anon

i really lose my mind at the thought of him being pissed off and rough...but he's also the type of dom to make sure there's a clear system in place to let him know how you're feeling or if anything is too much, and always reminds you of it before doing anything -- even when he's angry. it's of utmost importance to him.

[seungs1ks]

seungsik being a hard dom when he’s jealous 😭 he’s literally the type who’d be the softest in bed until you make him jealous - 🌹anon (ur fav now)

sdkjfdkfs you're so right omfg...

he's absolutely the softest and sweetest, treating you like glass, the most caring and selfless lover -- but when he's really jealous? when you make him jealous on purpose? oh man.

his mood shift would be so painfully obvious, like, he'd have his jaw clenched, his eyes would be dark (i think his glare would be downright poisonous) and if he doesn't give you the silent treatment, he'd be uncharacteristically curt and snappy with his replies.

he waits until you're following him around everywhere, being whiny about him ignoring you, begging for him to say something, or to touch you, apologizing (he won't hear any of it)... then he'll pay attention to you. 

(smut warning)

and by that, i mean he'll order you to get on your knees, either on the floor or on the bed. he'll lean in until his face is inches from yours, and although he's smiling, you know he's pissed.

"look who's begging for my attention," he spits. "i know you're a needy little whore but didn't you get enough attention from sejun today? what could you possibly need me for?" he's cooing at you, talking to you like you're a dumb baby, and it makes your cheeks turn hot and red and everything that he wants -- he wants you to know that you messed up. and that actions have consequences.

when he finally is satisfied with your begging and groveling, he’ll give you what you want and fuck you -- but say goodbye to gentle seungsik. 

i think he’d be rough, of course, & he’d want you to know how stupid you were to make such a silly mistake. he’d be super into breath play -- choking you with both his hands and his cock. you’ve seen those giant hands and long fingers. you know he’d love to have them around your throat. he’d also be into having you stuff your mouth with his cock, all the way, and warm it -- don’t move, don’t do anything; he’d grip you by your hair and hold you there until he’s had enough and forces you off it so you’re gasping for air.

loves to use his belt to tie your wrists. if you’ve been extremely mouthy and he’s extra pissed, maybe he’d even roll it up and stuff it into your mouth as a gag.

overstimulates you until you’re crying, or as close to crying as he wants. yes, you messed up, and you should feel extremely lucky that he’s even letting you cum. but he still wants to punish you. so he makes you feel way too good. he wants you to know that he’s generous, that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this. “another one?” he murmurs, casually holding your body down as you thrash around and sob. “i wonder how many it’s been already. but i think my dumb little slut doesn’t know how to count.”

in situations like these he’d favor being on top and/or fucking you from behind, and if there’s a mirror he’d definitely use it to make you watch how he’s ruining you. 

much like his nurturing and caring personality otherwise, he just wants you to learn from this. and ultimately, understand that although he’s the nicest and most patient person around, he won’t stand for you being a brat just to push his buttons.

aftercare would allow you to see a glimpse of soft seungsik return -- but not totally. he would kiss you all over, check for bruises, clean you up, run you a bath if he was especially rough, but don’t expect him to act all cute as usual. he’d ask you if you’re doing okay, if he was too rough, if it hurts anywhere, fetch you water and sleep with his arms around you. and tell you he loves you, of course. but only the next morning would he be his chirpy, cheery self again, and probably wake you up with constant kisses to your nose and cheeks. 

[seungs1ks]

from the person who sent the subin request; i have so many thoughts u don’t wanna know 😭 oh and if u do anons can I be 🌹anon??

thoughts are defo encouraged on this blog :> i hope you liked it! and yes ofc you can, hello 🌹anon!

[seungs1ks]

Okay but- subin railing you and shoving his fingers down ur mouth cause ur too loud-

ooooooooooof

1:23a.m. 🖤

smut [18+] (subin x gn!reader)

warnings: swearing, degradation

"subin! fuck!" you moaned loudly when he lifted your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to pound into you and hit that perfect spot over and over again.

"shut the fuck up," he hissed at you. he roughly shoved his fingers into your open mouth. you let out a muffled yelp, trying not to choke on his digits.

"can't do anything right," subin muttered, shaking his head. "i told you to be quiet. unless you want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are."

tears sprang into your eyes at his words, but god damn you loved how he talked to you. it turned you on even more and you couldn't help the needy whine that erupted from your throat.

subin raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "you do want that, don't you?" he yanked his fingers out of your drooling mouth and grabbed your face by the cheeks. he studied your pleading face. "what a slut," he sneered. he slapped your left cheek. "aren't you?" then your right.

"yes," you gasped, nodding frantically, your tongue hanging out of your mouth.

"that's what i thought," subin licked his lips and rammed into you harder, faster.

he spit onto where his cock and your hole connected, groaning softly. "fuck, so tight, baby." his fingers found their way into your mouth again, and you twirled your tongue around them, imagining they were his cock. the way he was snapping his hips into you made your eyes roll back as you suddenly came. all you saw was white.

subin smirked, enjoying the way your body spasmed beneath him. "finally, you're fucking quiet. i just have to shut my dumb baby up."

[seungs1ks]

Hi! Hope you're having a great day/night!

Can i request aftercare with Sejun? You can do it however you want, I am already in love with what you write.

thank you so much for your kind words, and for requesting <3 i hope you like it!

9:38p.m.💙

fluff (sejun x gn!reader)

warnings: suggestive, slight language

sejun always fucked you into a stupor, even when he was making love to you -- he just knew how to send you into a dizzying, blissful daze. tonight was no different, and now you were being carried bridal-style into the bathroom. your head was against his broad, bare chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

“you good, angel?” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you slowly nodded, body still buzzing from head to toe, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your weakened form.

“i’m going to set you down, now, sweetheart,” sejun said. “can you stand? or do you want to sit down?”

“i can stand,” you replied, looking up at him with a small smile. he gazed affectionately at you, his black hair in a bit of a mess, but falling perfectly to frame that devilishly handsome face of his. sejun scrunched his face at you, his way of letting you know he loved you.

he gently set you down, and you wobbled slightly, holding onto the sink counter for support. as sejun began to run a hot bath, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, insides stirring at the red marks he’d left all over your neck and chest like beautiful artwork.

sejun noticed and chuckled. “sorry, angel, did i go overboard?”

you turned to him and shook your head. “no. i was just admiring it.”

“oh, how I wish you knew what it’s like to be me,” he said, leaning against the wall next to the bathtub with his arms crossed. his naked body looked like a beautiful sculpture, and his honey-like voice above the soothing sound of running water was like music to your ears.

you tilted your head in confusion, and he continued: “to be the luckiest person in the universe. getting to admire you every single day. there’s no better view.”

“babe,” you blushed. sejun smirked. he loved making you all shy.

he stuck his hand into the water, feeling its temperature. he held out his other hand, which you took, and he led you to the bath. “is this okay?” sejun asked, his voice a tender whisper. you felt the water, and he’d gotten it perfect, as always. you nodded yes.

sejun turned off the water and stared at you for a moment. “god, you’re beautiful.” he couldn’t resist and wrapped his strong arms around your body, his touch on your bare skin making you shiver. he pulled you flush against him and sighed.

you giggled. “sejun, love, we’re so sticky.”

“and? i don’t mind being stuck to you like this forever.”

“even though it’s all sweat?”

“sweat and lots of other things,” he said in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you rolled your eyes. “you’re such a child.”

“you love me,” sejun cooed, and kissed your lips. “now let me take care of you,” he mumbled against your lips.

how could you refuse? you let sejun guide you into the bath, where he made you sit between his legs, back to his chest. the warm water felt like heaven, and with sejun’s arms enveloping you, you couldn’t think of anything better in this world.

“i love you,” he whispered into your ear, hands gently scooping water onto the marks and love bites, lightly massaging the bruised skin.

“i love you too, sejun,” you sighed, eyes closed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“wanna cuddle and watch tv?”

“sounds amazing.”

“can we cuddle naked?”

“of course.”

“mmm,” he kissed the shell of your ear. “i’ll try not to fuck you again.”

“that hardly ever works.”

“i do try though.” you could hear the smile in his voice. “it’s not easy being the luckiest person in the universe.”

[seungs1ks]

Hey darling, it's me again 😬

I'd like to request for a part 2 of In the Moonlight with Sejun but this time smut, please 💖

hi again! <3 sorry for the wait, life's a little crazy rn but i really hope you enjoy this one :)

yours, your highness. (l.s.j.) | read "in the moonlight" here.

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: prince!lim sejun x princess!fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, breeding/impregnation kink

word count: 1.6k

“God, you’re so ravishing,” Sejun praised against your lips, making you gasp as you felt yourself blushing for the millionth time tonight. He went back to kissing you roughly, his hands groping your chest through your dress. The handsome prince was on top of you on his massive bed, which had the softest, most luxurious bedding you had ever touched. Moonlight streamed in through the open window.

“Sejun,” you breathed, hands gripping onto his dark locks as he kissed down your neck and around the valley of your breasts. “Sejun, I need you, please.”

The prince glanced up from where he was worshipping you and smiled, the sight of those dimples making you shiver with want. “My princess needs me, does she?” he licked his lips and hiked up your dress to reveal your white stockings. Instinctively, you blushed harder and looked away, burying your face in the cushions.

“Shy little princess,” Sejun cooed at you. “You’re beautiful, my sweet. Don’t need to hide from me,” he brought his hand to your face and stroked your cheek.

You turned your head slowly to see him gazing at you with so much adoration you could burst. “I’m sorry, Sejun…I’ve just never felt this strongly for another man before,” you confessed, placing your hand over his. “No one’s ever made me this shy.”

He caressed your thigh with his other hand. “No need to apologize to me, princess. I just want to please and worship you like the goddess you are,” he wrapped your legs around his waist and used both hands to pull your body closer to his. “Will you allow me?”

You swallowed hard, locking your eyes with his. You trusted him completely -- Sejun was unlike any prince you’d ever met, and yes, you were certain that you felt differently about him too. There was something invisible yet undeniable between the two of you and you just wanted to become one with him tonight beneath the light of the moon.

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m all yours,” you whispered. Sejun’s eyes flashed with lust when he heard what you called him. You bit your lip to hold back a smirk. The prince was still a prince at the end of the day.

“I want you so badly,” he growled, hastily ridding himself of his jacket and waistcoat. You moved to begin taking off your dress, but Sejun stopped you. “I love this beautiful dress too much,” he smiled at you. “Although…” he reached out to grab the fabric around your chest and harshly pulled it down so that your breasts spilled out and exposed themselves to him. He moaned at the sight.

Sejun lifted up your dress until he could see your underwear, which you realized must have been soaked by now. From the hum of approval that rumbled from Sejun’s chest, you knew he saw it. He rubbed circles around the wet spot with his thumb and you arched your back at the sensation of finally being touched where you needed it most.

“Please, Your Highness,” you rasped out. “I need more.”

“Mmm, I’ll give you everything you want, my princess,” Sejun purred. He pulled your underwear down, past your legs and threw them somewhere across the room. He lowered his face towards your dripping core. You knew he was just staring at it, and once again you got embarrassed, and as a reflex you wanted to close your legs but they closed around his head, making him chuckle.

“Darling, you mustn’t be so shy,” the prince responded by grabbing ahold of your legs firmly, strongly, and holding them apart. “You are so beautiful. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen,” he licked a stripe up your folds, and you whined in pure pleasure. “And you taste good too,” he muttered before attaching his lips to your pussy, lapping at it like a starved man.

You balled the prince’s sheets in your fists, cries and sighs of ecstasy leaving you like you’d never experienced. Sejun’s tongue worked like magic on your core, giving you long, languid licks at your opening while his lips sucked on your clit gently. It wasn’t long before you released into his mouth with a loud moan, shaking in his vice-like grip, and of course the prince drank it all in.

“Oh my god,” was all you could say, chest heaving, eyes staring blankly at his ornate ceiling, Your entire body was buzzing, trying to process the pleasure the prince had just given you.

“Did you enjoy that, love?” Sejun smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Yes,” you said with a breathy laugh. “So much.”

“Has any other man done that for you before?” he asked plainly, taking you a little by surprise, but the way he was looking at you, his dark eyes wide and expecting, let you know that the prince was genuinely curious.

“No,” you replied. “I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a man’s mouth before, Your Highness.”

“Good,” Sejun said. You watched as he stood up and began removing his pants. You felt arousal pooling between your legs once more. He revealed his hard cock, the sight of it thick, throbbing and leaking enough to make you drool onto his sheets.

Sejun positioned himself between your legs and brought his face to yours. After a sloppy, messy kiss, he growled into your ear: “No man would have ever ravaged your pretty cunt with his cock like this, either,” His filthy words made you mewl. With that, he entered you with a powerful thrust, and both of you moaned at the feeling.

“God, my princess,” he grunted, stilling in you for a moment. “The way you’re wrapped so tightly around me…you feel so damned good.”

“You’re so big, Your Highness,” you cried out. “Please move, I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”

Sejun sank his teeth into your neck as he started to pound into you, the whole bed moving with the force of his thrusts. You were sure people down the hall could hear you moaning, but you didn’t care. The prince slammed into you hard and fast, his hands grabbing your breasts, his breath hot against your ear as he groaned with pleasure.

“Ffffeel… so good,” he panted.

You began to quiver, sensing an orgasm nearing. “I’m close again, Your Highness…your cock is filling me up so good.”

“What a naughty princess,” he bit the shell of your ear. “Bet you want me to ruin you like this every night. We’ll be doing this every night when you become my queen, isn’t that right?” He moaned as he relished in his fantasy, his thrusts quickening. “Every morning too. On the balcony as we look over our kingdom. Isn’t that right, my love?”

His words made you whine. You wanted nothing more than to be Sejun’s queen forever. “Yes, yes, Your Highness,” you gasped. “You can have your way with me anywhere in this palace.”

“Mmm, yyessss,” Sejun groaned, hands now gripping your messy hair, his eyes fixed on your breasts bouncing up and down from the speed at which he was railing you. “I don’t care who sees. I’ll use you anywhere I want. In the courtyard, in the ballroom…” he squeezed his eyes shut as a shiver ran through him. “God, I’m close, princess.”

“Your Highness,” you moaned. “Please. Give me your heir.”

The prince’s eyes flew open, he looked into your eyes, and his were glazed over with something almost feral. You nodded frantically at him, assuring him of what you’d just said. “Let me carry your child. Give me your heir,” you breathed.

“Is that what you want?” Sejun growled, pounding you harder, faster, making your mouth hang open in a silent scream as he continued to spit obscene words at you. “Is that what you want, my filthy princess? To carry a prince for me? You want to be swollen and pregnant with my child? You want to give me an heir? Is that it? You--” he cut himself off with a long, husky groan as he spilled his seed into you, making you reach your high at the same time. You couldn’t even make a sound as you shuddered around him, your pussy pulsing and milking him of everything he had.

Sejun lay with his head on your chest, sweat plastering his midnight locks to his forehead. He was panting, but smiling. “Wow,” he said, making the both of you laugh, your voices laced with post-sex bliss and tiredness. He sat up and rolled over to lie down next to you, then smoothed out your tangled hair, gazing at you lovingly. “You are perfect, my princess.” The prince studied your expression and asked: “Would you really like to be my queen?”

You smiled at him. “Of course, Sejun. Even though we were in a pleasure-filled haze just then, I still meant what I said.”

“So did I,” the prince mumbled.

“Including everything about having your way with me on the balcony and elsewhere in this palace?”

Sejun laughed, and it was musical. “Yes, my love. I swear it.” His gaze shifted to the window, where moonlight still cascaded through. “How lucky I am to fall in love with such a beautiful princess on a moonlit night like this one.”

“Are you going to write a song about it?” You kissed his cheek.

He pursed his lips in thought. “Yes, but that can wait for now. I think I need to finally get a certain princess out of her dress,” he grinned and pounced on you, your squeals of laughter echoing through the palace, which would soon also be yours to call home.

[seungs1ks]

can I request seungsik fluff where, after talking with his members, he proposes to you? Thanks!!

hi, thank you so much for requesting! i hope you like it :)

forever. (k.s.s.)

{fluff}

pairing: kang seungsik x gn!reader

warnings: none, just lots of victon banter

word count: 1.9k

“Close the door!” Seungsik hissed at Hanse through gritted teeth. The younger member quickly did so and joined his friends, who were gathered in the middle of the living room. Seungsik was on the couch, looking visibly stressed out. Next to him were Subin, Seungwoo and Byungchan. Sejun and Chan were sitting on the floor.

Hanse pulled up a chair and joined the huddle. “What’s going on? Why does Seungsik look like he’s about to shit himself?”

Subin burst out laughing, and Seungsik ignored him. “I have something to tell you guys,” he began. “It’s been killing me and I’m so nervous and so emotional about it, it’s been driving me crazy for weeks and I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Everyone leaned in closer with near-perfect synchronization. Of course, a few of the members couldn’t wait to venture their guesses.

“You’re not leaving Victon, are you?” Subin pouted.

“Was it you who spilled coffee all over my bag last month and you’re finally confessing?” Seungwoo questioned.

“Are you--” Chan cut himself off with a loud gasp, punctuated by everyone else’s exclamations of pure shock, when Seungsik took out what looked very much like an engagement ring box from his pocket.

Everyone just stared at it for what seemed like minutes.

Seungsik groaned. “Say something, idiots! I’m already so stressed.”

“Whoa…hyung…” Byungchan whispered, mouth hanging open. “You’re gonna propose?”

The older member nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it feels right. I want to spend forever with (y/n).”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Sejun squealed, getting up from the floor and practically pouncing onto Seungsik, wrestling him with the roughest embrace. “This is so amazing I am so happy this is so great can I be your best man,” he prattled on, making Seungsik huff out a laugh and finally easing his tension a little bit. The other members cheered and joined in on the pile, burying Seungsik with love and congratulations.

When the hug ended, everyone went back to sitting in their original spots. Seungwoo tenderly fussed over Seungsik’s hair,which had been messed up in the commotion.

“What are you so nervous about, hyung?” Hanse asked.

Seungsik sighed. “Everything? I don’t know. I just want this to go right. I’m so scared I’ll mess something up, or something will go wrong… I don’t know, this is just the biggest, most important thing in my life -- after debuting, of course -- and I just want it to be perfect.”

Byungchan squeezed Seungsik’s leg to comfort him. “Don’t worry about it so much. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“(Y/n) could say no,” Chan observed. Everyone groaned. Seungsik fell back onto the couch.

“Heo Chan! Seriously?” Seungwoo scolded. Chan covered his mouth in embarrassed laughter, and Sejun couldn’t help but laugh too, slapping his hyung’s shoulder a few times.

“Okay, let’s completely ignore that,” Hanse rolled his eyes. “They’re not gonna say no, let’s just get that out of the way. How are you gonna do it? When?”

“I was planning to do it where we first met. At that one bench in the park, by the river. Well, first I was going to sing their favorite song. Is that too cheesy?”

“No.”

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“A little.”

“Lim Sejun!” Seungwoo glared.

Seungsik was too nervous to even acknowledge that comment. “But yeah, I was going to do it tonight, actually. It’s the fourth anniversary of us meeting at that bench.”

Subin squealed. “Hyuuunnnggg that’s so cute and thoughtful! It’s gonna go great. It’ll be perfect. Is there anything we can do to help?”

The older member chuckled. “Don’t show up, I guess?”

Everyone laughed. “Fair,” Hanse smiled. “We promise we’ll stay far away.”

“Yeah, unless Chan is overcome by a sudden urge to dance by the river,” Sejun smirked, earning howls of laughter and a sulking Chan.

Seungsik sighed when the noise had died down. “So you guys don’t think I’m crazy for doing this, right? Should I do it? What if they freak out?”

“You worry too much, hyung,” said Byungchan.

“You should totally do it. We all know how much you love (y/n) and you two are perfect for each other,” added Sejun. “I know you think through everything a lot before you do it. So trust that this is the right decision, hyung.”

The others nodded in agreement. Seungsik took a deep breath and tucked the ring back into his jacket pocket.

***********

You smiled as you felt Seungsik squeeze your hand tighter, and responded by nuzzling your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked by the river. He’d taken you out for a really nice dinner at a cute place, and now you two were on a romantic walk. It was so beautiful with the lights, and the tranquil atmosphere, coupled with Seungsik’s fingers laced with yours, filled you with a sense of calm and happiness you only felt when next to him.

Suddenly, Seungsik stopped walking. You looked up at him and tilted your head. He giggled. “You’re so cute. Wondering why I stopped?” You nodded your head yes. “Does this place look familiar?”

Curious, you looked around and noticed the bench -- your bench -- and gasped. “Oh, babe, it’s our meeting anniversary, isn’t it?” You pouted. “I’ve been so busy with work, I completely forgot, I’m sorry--”

Your boyfriend laughed and shut you up with a soft peck to the lips. “Please don’t apologize. You don’t have to remember every little thing; it’s been so long.”

“But you do.”

“Well, I have a really good memory.”

“Is that what this romantic dinner and night walk was for?”

“Yes…but you know none of that is enough to show you my love, or how special you are to me.”

“Silly, I don’t need much. Being yours is more than enough for me.”

Seungsik beamed at you, and his eyes sparkled under the street light. He looked so effortlessly handsome, so content, and you felt your heart swell. He took your hand in his and led you towards the bench. “Sit with me?”

It seemed silly to even entertain that question, but you said yes nonetheless. Both of you sat on your bench, and sat there for a little while in comfortable silence, enjoying the light breeze that grazed past your forms. You leaned your head against his chest, and he enveloped one long arm around you. You noticed that his heart was beating at an unusually fast pace.

“You okay, babe?”

“Hm?” Seungsik mumbled.

“You worried about something?”

He exhaled, and you heard his shaky breath. Concerned, you sat up and were about to ask him what was wrong, but he held up a finger to you. He was looking deep into your eyes, and his own held something all at once genuine and loving, but there was something else there -- nerves, uncertainty, maybe? You weren’t sure.

“Love,” Seungsik said. “You’re everything to me. Actually, ‘everything’ doesn’t even cut it. You have been the biggest blessing in my life, and I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but the past four years have felt like a dream to me. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else but you. I know in my heart that you’re my person, and I’d be beyond honored if you happen to feel that way about me too.”

Where is all this coming from? You just stared at him, trying to ignore the tears that were threatening to spring into your eyes. “Seungsik, wha--”

“I love you so much. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anything, or anyone,” he continued, and when he got up off the bench to get down on one knee, you almost screamed, but your hands flew to your mouth. Now the tears began to flow like a waterfall.

Your boyfriend started to cry too, which made things only worse for you as your shoulders started to shake from sobbing. “I love you,” he barely managed to blurt out, his lip quivering, eyes brimming with tears. Seungsik took a small velvet box from out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring. You audibly yelped, which made Seungsik giggle through his tears. “Will you marry me?” He breathed, looking up at you with a loving gaze like you’d never seen before.

“Yes,” you somehow were able to croak out, muffled by your hands. “Yes, yes, Seungsik, I’ll marry you, oh my god,” you cried, removing your hands from your mouth and wrapping your arms around him. You felt him melt into your arms, and he stood up, helping you up at the same time. Both of you stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other, crying softly.

Seungsik pulled away from you and he was grinning, his cheeks stained with tears, his eyes puffy, still looking so handsome. With a shaky hand, he slipped the ring onto your finger.

“Ah, babe, I was hoping I wouldn’t cry,” he laughed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Sorry I couldn’t keep it together.”

“Don’t you dare apologize when you just proposed to me, Kang Seungsik,” you blubbered, trying to dry your eyes with the back of your sleeves. The way you said it made him chuckle.

“Kiss me,” he mumbled, and you gladly obliged, and you placed your lips on his, mouths melting together perfectly -- it was such a passionate and loving kiss you swore you were getting dizzy.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal, love. Or a better soon-to-be husband. You’re my forever, and I always knew it,” you smiled at him.

“I was gonna sing to you, but I was so nervous I don’t think a tune would’ve come out,” Seungsik admitted.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed. “Maybe at home you can treat me to that private performance.”

“I think we might be doing other things later,” he winked at you.

Suddenly, you heard whooping and cheering behind you. You and Seungsik whipped your heads around to see the members literally appearing from behind a tree, running towards you, making way too much noise as usual.

“Oh god,” Seungsik threw his head back and laughed. You couldn’t stop laughing either. Seungwoo was the first to reach Seungsik, and he gave him the biggest hug. Byungchan, Sejun and Subin joined in, and Seungsik had the biggest smile on his face as he cried out for help.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to see Chan, with open arms. “Congrats,” he beamed at you. You thanked him and gave him a hug.

Hanse, entering the scene fashionably late, ran over to give you a hug as well. He shook his head as he looked at his friends burying Seungsik in a suffocating embrace. “We promised him that we’d stay away, but…you know us.”

You chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know he’s secretly happy that you guys were here to see this.”

“Why were you so late?” Chan questioned the rapper.

“There was a stray cat in the parking lot.”

“You’re so disappointingly predictable.”

You let them bicker, and Seungsik bounded over to you. You smiled, noticing his eyes were still a little puffy. Of course, he read your mind. “My eyes still puffy?” He grinned, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You nodded.

“Well, so are yours,” he smirked before grabbing you by the face and kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe you’re my fiance,” you breathed, admiring the ring on your finger. “And this ring… it’s perfect, babe.”

“I remember your eyes lingering on it once when we went shopping in the city.”

Your jaw dropped. “What was that, like, a year ago, Seungsik?”

“Yeah…I have a good memory.”

He kissed you again. It was like he couldn’t stop. Not that you minded. You and him had forever.

[seungs1ks]

omg ty that was amazing, can u do a part 2 of ruin u, chan fucking you pleaseeeee

i'm glad you liked it! sorry for the wait and i hope you enjoy this one :)

wreck you. (h.c.) || read “ruin you.” here

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: heo chan x fem! reader

warnings: dom!chan, swearing, dumbification, overstimulation, light bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk, squirting, facial

word count: 1.2k

Chan was hell bent on fucking you stupid.

He had you ass up, face planted into the mattress, hands behind your back with wrists bound together by his black leather belt -- your favorite one. His large hands were probably leaving red prints on your ass from the way they were grabbing you. Chan rutted into you like he hadn’t fucked you for months. The sound of skin slapping against skin could barely drown out your muffled whimpers.

“That’s right, slut, take my cock like I know you can,” Chan growled, landing one harsh smack onto your ass, loving the way you cried out against the sheets. “Does it feel good, baby? Does it feel good to be split open on this cock?”

“Mmmgghhh yes sir,” you slurred, fucked out beyond comprehension. You were drooling onto the sheets and your stinging cheeks were sticky from tears that Chan had coaxed out of you from making you cum again and again.

He roughly used his knees to force your legs open wider before gripping your hands that were tied behind your back. Using them as leverage, Chan leaned back and fucked you with quick, shallow thrusts, relentlessly drumming against that perfect spot inside you that made you scream. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, fucked completely dumb. You could only let out a weak moan as the new sensation made you cum in mere seconds, wetness spurting out of your pussy as Chan fucked you through it.

“Dumb baby,” he chuckled. “Ruining our new sheets.” He admired the growing puddle below you, then groaned. “Fuck, baby, you’re still going?”

You nodded as best you could, knowing that no matter what, Chan wanted you to answer whenever he asked you a question. “Can’t stop… cumming…sir…” you rasped, body trembling, the feeling of a seemingly never-ending orgasm having you on the edge of passing out.

He moaned in response, hips slowing down in their movements. “Such a good girl,” Chan praised you, spanking your ass once, twice. “So fucking good for me.” His hips stilled, then he pulled out of you, keeping his hands on your bound wrists, holding you still as you continued to twitch and spasm. Leaning over your body, Chan yanked you up by your hair so that your back was flush against his chest, and his lips were against the shell of your ear.

“You’re limp like a doll, princess,” he mumbled, his low voice sending shivers down your spine. “Is my little slut having fun?” His free hand travelled down your body, groping your breasts and grazing your stomach before arriving at your swollen, dripping core. He ran one finger between your slick folds and you whined pathetically, sensitive beyond belief. If not for Chan holding you up you would’ve collapsed onto the bed.

“Aw, so sensitive still, huh?” Chan cooed at you. He kept on rubbing your pussy, drawing lazy circles around your clit, relishing the obscene sounds of how drenched you were. “God,” he said through gritted teeth. He gently nipped at the shell of your ear, then kissed it. “This is all mine, isn’t it, baby?” You nodded frantically. Chan’s fingers continued their movements, easily sliding into your hole, where they curled inside you and brought you to the edge of cumming once again.

“Sir…p--please,” you sobbed, the overstimulation unlike anything you’d felt before. You weren’t sure what you were pleading him about. You couldn’t even think.

“Shh,” Chan soothed you. “Be a good girl.” His hand let go of your hair and wrapped around your neck, where he applied light pressure. You loved the feeling of Chan’s hand engulfing your throat and cutting off just the right amount of air. You felt him shift and adjust his position behind you, only for your eyes to widen at the sensation of the head of his cock rubbing against your folds. He slowly pushed himself in and stopped at the tip. He fucked you just like that, only with the head of his cock, slowly and deliciously.

“Oh my fucking god,” Chan moaned loudly, and your eyes fluttered behind their lids when you heard him. He was indulging in himself now, losing himself in pleasure, and there was no better sound in the world than Chan moaning and letting you know how good he felt without holding back. “So fucking good, and all mine, fuck,” he continued, his cock going between thrusting in and out of you and rubbing your folds. “Wanna be buried inside this pussy forever,” he emphasized the sentence by tightening his hold on your throat.

“Ahh, sir,” you choked out when the tip of his cock bumped against your throbbing clit. Chan smirked and lightly bit down on the shell of your ear.

“Right here, baby? Like that?” He breathed, fucking into the same spot, his cock grazing your folds and nudging your clit with every thrust. You whimpered, coming undone for the upteenth time that night, clenching around nothing and dripping wetness onto Chan’s cock.

Chan relaxed his grip on your throat and let you catch your breath. He kissed your cheek, surprising you with his tenderness. He undid the belt around your wrists and threw it somewhere onto the floor.

“On your back,” he instructed and released you from his hold. You wobbled, almost falling over from how jelly-like your entire body felt. You did as you were told and lay down on your back. Chan hovered over you, his perfect face finally coming into view, and your hands immediately went to cup it. He smiled softly, his deep dimple threatening to appear.

“Good girl,” he mumbled. He brought his hands to yours and took them away from his face. He laced his fingers with yours and pinned your hands above your head. “Since you’re such a good girl, I’ll let you decide. Where do you want me to cum?”

You swallowed hard. “Wherever you like, sir,” you answered weakly. “I’m just your cocksleeve, so you choose.”

Chan’s eyes darkened at your response, and he licked his lips. “Good,” he uttered. “I’m going to cum all over that pretty face.”

Without saying another word, he moved so that he was on his knees over you, his cock positioned perfectly above your face. He looked at you expectantly, and you immediately took him into your mouth and hands.

“Yesssssss, baby, just like that,” Chan groaned, never taking his eyes off how your lips wrapped around his cock, your hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t take. Your eyes stayed fixed on his, knowing how much he loved it when you looked at him.

When he started to thrust into your mouth you knew he was close. He firmly yanked his cock out of your mouth and jerked himself off, moaning your name as he shot ropes of cum all over your face and waiting tongue.

He panted, catching his breath, and your adorable boyfriend Chan was back. He smiled widely, eyes becoming half-moons, watching in adoration and fascination as you swallowed the cum that had landed on your tongue.

“Wait here, gorgeous,” Chan said before getting off the bed and running to the bathroom to get a towel for you. He came back and helped clean you up. You couldn’t help but giggle at his cute pouting face as he focused.

Chan lay beside you and pulled you into a strong embrace. Both of you just stayed in blissful silence for a while, listening to each other’s breathing. As you felt him press a kiss to your forehead, you smiled to yourself as your mind began coming up with a devious plan to wake him up the next morning.

[seungs1ks]

11:07p.m. 🖤

smut [18+] (seungsik x fem!reader) 

warnings: semi-public, unprotected sex, swearing, cum play

“mmm, fuckkkk...” seungsik hissed as he came in you, hips stuttering. the wild clenching and spasming from your own orgasm had set him off and now he had his head thrown back, eyes closed, hands still with a vice grip on your waist which now certainly had bruises.

you struggled to catch your breath. the mirror behind you was lightly fogged up from the heat and animalistic filth that your boyfriend had just subjected you to. you knew what was coming when seungsik had roughly pulled you away from everyone at the company party, down the hall and into one of the more secluded bathrooms.

he rode out his high with a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out of you.

“so pretty,” he mumbled, admiring how his cum began to drip out of your sensitive hole. wordlessly, seungsik brought two slender fingers down to your core, gathered the cum that was spilling out of you and started shoving it back in.

your hands gripped the edge of the marble vanity top you were perched on. “hhnnn--seungsik,” you whined. his fingers fucked his cum back into your hole. he wanted every single drop to be inside you. you were so wet your pussy was practically drooling, still extremely sensitive, and before you knew it you were cumming again.

seungsik raised an eyebrow. “jesus, did you just cum?” he watched intently as your whole body trembled, your eyes rolled back. he watched as a mixture of your juices and his cum began flowing out of you. “tsk,” he tutted. “all my hard work.” he delivered a sharp smack to your inner thigh, then your clit, as punishment. your body jerked forward and you whimpered.

your boyfriend simply shoved all the fluids back into you again, cooing as you started to spasm: “stay still, baby,” he was smiling at you, his eyes thinned out and sparkling. “want you to go back to the party stuffed full of my cum,” he punctuated the last sentence by snapping your soaked panties, which had been pulled to the side earlier, back into place.

seungsik pulled up his pants, redid his belt and lifted you off the vanity counter. admiring both of you in the mirror, he fussed over you, helping you smooth your dress out and tidy your hair. 

he stood back and looked at you, and scrunched his nose cutely. “let’s go baby,” grabbing your ass through your dress the moment you turned to leave the bathroom. on purpose, you stuck your ass out and rubbed it against him. 

seungsik cursed through gritted teeth. “shit, you’re making me hard again, baby. i can’t fucking get enough of you.”

you looked back at him sweetly as you continued grinding on him, loving how handsome he looked with his dark red hair and black blazer. “are we missing anything important, daddy?”

he bit his lip. probably. 

“no,” he decided and in one swift motion, hoisted you back onto the counter.

[seungs1ks]

The way I dropped everything to come here when my notification pinged. LOL Alice don’t have nearly enough fic - thank you SO much for writing for us!!

aaaahhh omg! thank you sooo much <33 i'm so happy you enjoy my little writings :")

thank you to all the Alices for reading and requesting!

[seungs1ks]

seungs1ks masterlist💙💛

requests are: CLOSED!

🔞: smut (18+ ONLY)

💕: fluff

SCENARIOS:

han seungwoo

teacher’s pet. 🔞

kang seungsik

something new. 🔞

forever. 💕

heo chan

ruin you. 🔞

wreck you.🔞

lim sejun

two little blessings. 💕

in the moonlight. 💕

yours, your highness.🔞

do hanse

lucky in love. 💕

choi byungchan

none yet!

jung subin

none yet!

DRABBLES/TIMESTAMPS:

han seungwoo

9 a.m. 💕 

kang seungsik

11:07p.m.🔞 

heo chan

6:19p.m.🔞

lim sejun

9:38p.m.💕

do hanse

none yet!

choi byungchan

none yet!

jung subin

1:23a.m.🔞

REACTIONS:

han seungwoo

none yet!

kang seungsik

seungsik as a jealous/hard dom🔞

heo chan

none yet!

lim sejun

none yet!

do hanse

none yet!

choi byungchan

none yet!

jung subin

none yet!

💘💘💘

[seungs1ks]

can u do dom chan pls?

hi, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it! ^_^

ruin you. (h.c.)

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: heo chan x fem!reader

warnings: chan is a strict rough dom, oral (m receiving), fingering, swearing, degradation, orgasm denial, squirting, dirty talk, this is pretty darn filthy

word count: 1.4k

You knew exactly how and why you ended up in this position: lying naked on the bed, your head upside down and hanging off the edge, your mouth stuffed full of Chan’s cock.

When you put on that short mini skirt and those knee high socks, and chose to parade around the dorm with it, you knew what you were in for. That entire day, you could feel Chan’s incensed glare, and of course you were aware that two things were angering him more than anything: that you dressed like this in front of all the members on purpose, and that he had to wait until the end of the day to touch or fuck you.

So now, here you were, tears springing into your eyes as Chan fucked your mouth, the pads of his fingers lightly prodding your throat where, ever so often, a bulge would appear, the sight of which made him groan.

“Mm, god, baby, I wish you could see this,” he purred. “Your little throat becoming my cocksleeve. Only you can take my cock so well, isn’t that right, slut?”

You could only let out a high-pitched whimper around him. Chan chuckled darkly. “That’s right, you can’t use your words right now, hm? That’s fine. You thought you were so smart today in that little outfit of yours,” he abruptly pulled out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air after being so roughly used. He simply watched your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Right when your breathing stabilized, he shoved himself right back in and started fucking your mouth again. His ruthlessness made you moan as you felt a new wave of arousal spread through your body and pool at your core.

Chan noticed this, of course. He scoffed at you. “Fucking slut. You love this, don’t you? You love being used by me?” He reached over your pliant body and rubbed your pussy, now throbbing and weeping, with two fingers. You arched your back off the bed at his expert touch, highly undignified mewls echoing around his cock.

“So fucking wet and all I’ve done is fuck your mouth, god damn,” Chan growled. As he gathered your wetness on his fingers, he pulled out of you and waited for you to catch your breath again. Your jaw ached, and your neck felt worse, but none of it compared to how desperately you wanted to please Chan and obey his every command.

“Sit up,” he ordered, and you did just that. “Face me.” Right as you turned to do so, he thrust his fingers into your drooling mouth. “Taste yourself, slut,” Chan spat at you. “Who else makes your needy pussy drip like this, hm?”

You swirled your tongue around his digits, knowing how much he loved it when you did that. Getting a good look at Chan’s face for what seemed like hours, you grew even wetter at the sight of him -- he was still wearing a white button-down from that day’s schedule, now completely unbuttoned and with sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His dark hair lay in an unruly, curly mess over his forehead, his lips were parted and his usually smiley eyes were now on fire and clouded with lust and determination to ruin you.

He ripped his fingers from your mouth, and you knew he was waiting for an answer.

“No one, sir,” you panted, your voice sounding raspy and unrecognizable from the treatment your throat had endured. “No one makes me this wet and nobody can fuck me like you do. I’m your cockslut and yours only, sir.”

Chan hummed, seeming to like your reply. He cradled your flushed face with both hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. His gaze softened for a brief moment, and as you looked into his eyes you felt how much he loved and cherished you. But the tenderness didn’t last for long. He let one hand drop, while the other landed a light, yet firm slap onto your cheek. “Over my lap,” he said, his voice low.

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and cocked his head in impatience and amusement as you scrambled to lie on your belly over his lap. His thick, strong legs flexed beneath your bare body, and you mewled at the feeling.

“I’m going to finger your sweet little cunt,” Chan began, running his hand over your naked body, outlining and admiring your curves. “And I want you to count to a hundred. If you cum before you reach a hundred, I won’t fuck you tonight.”

You whined pathetically when you heard that. Chan knew just how to make you cum on his fingers in no time at all, and the thought of not being able to feel his cock fill you up and fuck you made you frustrated enough to throw a tantrum. But you knew better than to do that right now.

A harsh spank to your ass made you yelp and jerk forward. “I heard that whine, slut. I gave you my instructions, now don’t make me make this even harder. Do you understand me?”

Breath shuddering, you nodded. “Yes sir,” you squeaked.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, praising you for the first time that day. Chan ghosted his fingers over your core and you did everything in your power to resist moving your hips to chase after them. You felt his fingers tease your slick folds, and you moaned loudly.

“Fuck, can’t believe this is all mine,” Chan groaned, his rare blatant appreciation turning your legs into jelly. His fingers swirled around your opening before sliding into your aching hole, and you whimpered as you clenched around him. “So tight and precious,” he sighed, slowly driving his fingers in and out. You could both hear how wet you were. “So perfect and pretty. Made just for me.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, your entire body buzzing as Chan fingered you at a deliciously slow pace. Suddenly, another strong slap to your ass. You cried out at the sting.

“Tsk, dumb baby already forgot my instructions,” Chan tutted. “Didn’t I tell you to count?”

“One, two, three..” you immediately corrected yourself, earning a hum of approval.

You continued to count, and your voice grew shakier and breathier as Chan fingered you faster, curling and scissoring his digits inside you. By the time you got to forty, you were already close.

“F…forty three, forty f--fuckkkk, sir, I can’t,” you sobbed, teetering on the edge.

“Hundred. Don’t make me repeat myself again,” Chan muttered. His free hand gripped the soft flesh of your ass and he dug his nails into it. “Keep counting. Start again at forty because of that little interruption.”

“Forty, forty one…” you gasped. You had no idea how you were going to make it to a hundred.

He tortured your pussy, now fully curling his fingers inside you and hitting all the spots he knew would make you squirm and stumble over your numbers. Now you were at sixty-five, and shaking like a leaf across his lap.

“Si..six--mmmfuckkkk….sirrrrrr,” you babbled, incoherent, dazed and shamelessly drooling down his leg.

Chan smirked at how already far gone you were. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’mggonna… mmm, sir please I’m gonna cum, fuck,” you cried, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you clawed at his thighs like a wild animal as you gushed all over Chan’s fingers and down your own legs. You swore you blacked out for a second.

“Jesus,” Chan moaned, looking at the mess you made. You’d never squirted this much before. He picked up your weakened body and lay you down onto the bed. You were still trembling.

You opened your eyes and his face slowly came into focus. He was staring at you so intensely and you surprised yourself with how much arousal you felt returning to your insides.

“You disobeyed me,” he started, lifting your chin with a finger to keep your head up. “But I’m in a forgiving mood tonight. I want you to cum just like that on my cock, can you do that for me, princess?”

You almost moaned out loud at the sound of that affectionate pet name. “Yes sir,” you breathed.

Chan bit his lip and leaned back, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up at your entrance. “Gonna ruin this little pussy,” he mumbled to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. And he did just that, all night, and you knew that outfit had to stick around in your wardrobe for a long, long time.

[seungs1ks]

Hey again! 💖 Since I loved your latest work so much, I'd like to request something again 💛

Maybe a Sejun!royal au where he's a prince and you're a princess and you see each other for the first time at a ball and it's love at first sight or smth ✨️

hello!! ^_^ i'm sorry this took quite a while, but thank you so much for your request. i hope you enjoy reading <3

in the moonlight. (l.s.j.)

{fluff}

pairing: prince!lim sejun x princess!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1.6k

Sejun sighed, foot impatiently tapping against the marble floors, a recent habit that appeared whenever he was bored beyond belief.

His footman noticed immediately. “Your Highness, what is the matter?”

“Ball after ball after ball…can’t you see that I’m tired?” the prince groaned. “These occasions are so boring. I don’t see the point in them.”

“I understand, Your Highness, but everyone in the kingdom loves these.”

“Mmmhmm, and I think it is without a doubt due to the fact that they have nothing else to occupy themselves with,” Sejun muttered, dark eyes studying the room full of members of royalty and high society all laughing their pretentious laughs, deep in obnoxiously loud conversations about nothing the young prince could possibly ever be interested in.

“Oh, you mustn’t think like that, Your Highness,” his footman tried his best to placate him. “Perhaps you could see this as a chance to meet more people. Make some connections? After all, you always spend time with the same…crowd.”

Sejun chuckled, a mixture of amusement and annoyance thickly coating his voice. “I know my parents think that I’m hanging out with a bunch of lowlifes,” he said, finishing his wine. “Just because they’re not royalty, and they’re musicians. Well, I couldn’t care less. Those ‘commoners’...” he made air quotes with disdain, “...are better people than anyone in this ballroom ever could be.”

The prince’s footman slumped his shoulders in defeat, accepting that his attempts to convince Sejun to mix around with high society would always end in a defiant, defensive rant about the company he enjoyed keeping. “More wine, Your Highness?”

“Yes,” Sejun replied, letting the man take his glass away to refill it. “I’ll be going up to my quarters, bring it there.”

The prince turned to ascend up the stairs, longing to be away from the cacophony of this ballroom, and work on the new musical piece he was composing. As he was turning, though, something -- rather, someone, caught his eye.

You were a princess from a neighboring kingdom, going to your very first ball. You and your parents had been over the moon upon receiving the invitation. You’d worn the most beautiful deep blue dress that your kingdom’s best seamstress could conjure, and while not too garish and flashy like some other princesses you’d seen, the dress was still eye-catching with plenty of dazzling jewels and an extremely flattering shape.

There you were, at your first ball. You felt pretty, with your hair in a perfect bun and a gorgeous statement necklace adoring your collar. But while you felt pretty, you also felt so nervous. You didn’t know these people, nor could you even think about what to discuss. So you stood, awkwardly, in a corner of the ballroom, going between staring at your painted fingernails and at the paintings on the wall.

Sejun noticed your dress and its striking color first. Then he saw your face. It made him stop in his tracks, and hardly anything had the power to do that. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been frozen in place, staring at you, mesmerized by your angelic, innocent expression as your doe eyes scanned the artwork his parents had adorned the room with, your full lips slightly parted, your hands fidgeting behind your back.

“Your Highness?” The prince jumped at the sound of his footman’s voice yanking him out of his daydream. “I thought you were going to your quarters.”

Sejun took the wine from the tray his footman was holding. “Who’s that?” he asked, gesturing towards, but not taking his eyes off you.

His footman answered, “Ah, I believe that’s Princess (y/n) from the neighboring kingdom. Your parents extended an invitation to a ball to them for the first time.”

The prince mumbled your name to himself, loving the way it sounded and felt leaving his lips. He found it a very pretty name indeed.

“Thank you very much,” he nodded before heading in your direction. He’s in a much better mood now, the footman thought.

You now had a glass of wine in your hand, having graciously just taken it from someone passing by with a tray. Finally, something to do besides look at decorations.

“I told my parents how much that painting doesn’t fit in here, but they never listen to me.”

Startled, you whipped your head around to see the source of the sweet, light male voice that you suddenly heard behind you. Standing behind you was who you assumed was the prince of this kingdom, and you tried to hide your sharp intake of breath when you saw him. He had midnight black hair, slicked back, and he was tall, with a visibly strong build. He had the most perfect face you’d ever seen, dimples clear as day flanking the friendly smile he graced you with. His white outfit, punctuated with ruffles and gold accents, almost seemed to make him glow.

“Hello,” you breathed after a few seconds of silent staring. You curtsied, and the man bowed.

“Good evening,” he beamed at you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Why weren’t there any men like this in your kingdom? “I’m Sejun.”

You told him your name, and he extended his hand, which you took. Sejun brought yours to his lips and kissed it lightly, and you knew you were turning pink. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said, gazing at you with intensity like you’d never seen.

“Likewise,” you replied, all of a sudden alarmingly self-conscious about how you looked in that moment.

As if he read your mind, Sejun let go of your hand and shook his head. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, and I pray you don’t find this inappropriate, but you’re breathtaking.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you absolutely were now. “Oh, please, no, I’m not,” you giggled, hand swatting the air. “I’ve never been to a ball before, I didn’t know if this ensemble would be good enough.”

“It’s more than good enough,” Sejun smiled, his tone warm and genuine. “You look stunning. I saw you from across the room and I felt so drawn to you, I had to come and introduce myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

Again, where were all the handsome and polite men in your kingdom? “Thank you so much, really,” you gushed. “And I hope you’re okay with me echoing that sentiment and saying that you’re very handsome?”

The prince grinned, deep dimples on full display. “Music to a prince’s ears.”

You laughed, and so did he. “No, really, thank you,” he placed one hand over his chest. “I usually loathe these occasions but now, this ball has quickly become the best one I’ve attended.” Before you could say something in response, he held out his hand again. “Have you been to the balcony of this palace yet?”

“No,” you answered, not even realizing you’d already placed your hand back in his. You almost gasped at the feeling of him squeezing it.

Sejun winked at you, a glint in his eye. “Come, let’s go look at the moon.”

On the balcony, with the cool night air enveloping the both of you, you and Sejun stood, bathed in moonlight, talking about anything and everything. You felt like you’d known him for years. You loved that he preferred the company of musicians and dreamt of publishing his compositions one day. He loved that you enjoyed writing and reading, and found it cute that for every birthday, you always asked for new books, rather than things like diamonds and pearls like so many other princesses did.

After a while, there was a comfortable silence as the two of you leaned against the balcony railing, admiring the view of the woods that the palace overlooked.

Softly, barely above a whisper, Sejun uttered your name. You turned to look at him and found that he had already been looking at you. His eyes sparkled in the light of the moon.

“Yes, Sejun?” you breathed.

“You look so beautiful in this light,” he marvelled at you, taking both your hands in his and holding onto them tightly. “I feel like I was meant to meet you.”

“Wh…”

“I can’t explain to you how I’m feeling about you right now. I want to write songs about you. I want to talk to you until the dawn breaks. I want to walk through the courtyards with you,” he blurted, grip on your hands strong, but not too strong. The expression on his face was serious yet sincere. “I think I was meant to meet you tonight. I’ve never met a princess like you in my life, and I don’t want to ever have to say goodbye to you.”

You didn’t know what to say, but you felt your heart beating out of your chest. Something warm, a kind of light, spread through your body. Was this what being in love felt like?

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” Sejun continued. “But I just had to tell you what I’m feeling. I know our night is ending soon and maybe you have to return to your kingdom in the morning, I don’t know, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think I’m in lo--”

“Shut up,” you mumbled before cutting him off with a kiss to the lips. Sejun’s eyes widened in surprise, then fluttered shut as he relished the feeling of your mouth on his. The kiss was long, it was urgent, it was deeply needed by both of you.

When you pulled away, he bowed before you, placing a peck on one of your hands. “If Her Royal Highness allows, I would love to invite her to my quarters.”

You giggled. “I would be honored, my prince,” you beamed at him. Sejun exhaled, eyes twinkling, overwhelmed with bliss and inspiration as he led you away from the moon’s pocket of light and back into the palace.

[seungs1ks]

hii can u do dom seungwoo x sub fem reader and can u do teacher x student? only if ure comfortable if not anything would do hehe thank uu <3

hello!! i'm so sorry this took forever, i was a little busy but here it is! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

teacher's pet. (h.s.w.)

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: han seungwoo x fem!reader

warnings: dom x sub dynamics, swearing, unprotected sex (with pulling out), slight degradation, orgasm denial, slight dacryphilia, teacher x student

word count: 2.1k

You nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you waited outside Professor Han’s office. You knew why he’d called you to his office, but that didn’t make you any less nervous about it. For the fourth time that week, your teacher had caught you zoning out in class -- he’d call on you to answer something, only to receive silence as a reply, until he was forced to say your name at a louder volume in order to finally get your attention. The disappointed look on his face made your cheeks hot, but Professor Han still looked so handsome.

Click. Startled, you were snapped out of your thoughts, and you turned to see the door was now ajar. You stood up, hesitant, because you didn’t see anybody.

“Come in,” Professor Han’s voice, firm yet honey-like, floated through the air through the door and into the hallway.

You took a deep breath and stepped into his office to see him standing at his desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His glasses were perched precariously on his nose, and he was wearing one of his many dark-toned plaid blazers. Underneath it, you could see he’d unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white dress shirt. His black leather belt had a simple yet eye-catching design on the silver buckle that beckoned your eyes to focus on something you probably shouldn’t have. You tried not to show how your gaze travelled down his long, lanky legs to his deep brown shoes.

“How are you doing?” Professor Han asked. He was looking at you intently. His dark hair, parted in the middle, fell perfectly over his face.

“Um, alright,” you answered softly, hands behind your back fidgeting with nerves.

He cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head. “Are you sure? You seem like you have a lot on your mind this week. Like you’re distracted.”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” you said, bowing your head a little. “I think I’ve just been finding it hard to focus in class, but I’ll do better from now on.”

Your teacher’s gaze softened. “Is there anything I can help with? You don’t have to, but you can tell me if there’s anything I can do,” he said as he walked over to an armchair, taking off his blazer as he did so. As he shed the piece of outerwear your eyes widened as you noticed his suspenders, making the white dress shirt cling to his body and highlighting the man’s lean yet muscular physique.

Fuck. Your breath must have audibly hitched in your throat, because Professor Han was looking at you funny. He had a small smirk on his face. You wanted to run out of the office and all the way back to your dorm.

“Something the matter?” Professor Han set his blazer down across the chair.

“N…no,” you quickly stuttered. You were frozen, your eyes locked onto his body.

“You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head.

Professor Han took virtually three strides to appear right in front of you. His puppy eyes seemed to study your expression. You stared right back at him, unable to turn away, knowing you looked like a helpless baby deer.

What he said next almost made your knees buckle. “Poor little girl, so out of it,” your teacher half-mumbled, half-sighed. “What’s making it hard for you to focus in my class, hm?” He took off his glasses and folded them, tucking them into his shirt. Leaning down so you were at eye level with him, Professor Han held you in a gaze that sent shivers through your body. “You can tell me, little one.”

You gulped. His face had never been this close to yours before. He was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen, and would ever see in your life. “It’s you,” you blurted out, your voice breathy in a way you didn’t recognize.

He bit his bottom lip and smiled, like he’d been expecting that answer all along. “Me?”

“Y-you’re very distracting,” you admitted, giving up on trying to censor your feelings. “I’m distracted because I keep thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“Um…stuff that’s a little, uh, naughty, I guess,” you babbled, heat quickly rising up your cheeks.

Professor Han chuckled, shaking his head. This is it, you thought. I’m going to be expelled.

Instead of scolding you or shaming you like you thought, he smiled and offered you his hand. You just looked at it, unsure of what to do or how to react.

He laughed. “I won’t bite you.” With a shaky breath, you put your hand in his. His skin was soft and smooth. Professor Han led you to his desk, where he backed you up against it -- you gasped when you felt the hard edge of it hit your lower back. “Unless you want me to,” he whispered into your ear. You almost let out a whimper, but you were rendered speechless in shock by your professor’s large hands gripping your waist. “Jump,” he commanded, and without thinking you did as he said, and he helped lift you onto his desk.

Professor Han stood between your spread legs, which instinctively wrapped around his waist. He hummed in approval before kissing you harshly, and your eyes fluttered upon feeling his lips on yours, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and making you dizzy.

One of his hands made its way to the back of your head and he yanked it back with a sharp tug on your hair, breaking the kiss and making you yelp. Your professor sucked on and nipped at your neck and your body was on fire.

“Should’ve known you were a naughty girl,” he growled against your purpling skin. “Always wearing short little skirts like these,” he balled the fabric of your skirt in his fist. “You do this on purpose, don’t you? Hoping I’d see? Hoping I’d lift it up and fuck you without even taking it off?”

You could only whine and whimper in response. You knew you were probably embarrassingly wet by now -- the legs around his waist pulled him closer to you in search of any friction to soothe the ache between them.

Professor Han smacked your inner thigh, making you cry out. “Asked you a question, pet. Yes or no, you’re wearing these skirts on purpose for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the desk, desperate to feel him, any part of him, against your clothed core. “Yes, yes, it’s all for you.”

He generously attended to your attempts to get closer, reaching down to grab your ass and pull you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was behind his slacks. You moaned at the feeling of him rubbing against you, your thin underwear soaked through.

“Feel that, kitten?” Your professor groaned into your ear. “Think about it filling you up, m’gonna stuff it all into your sweet little cunt.”

You practically sobbed at his filthy words. “Please, fuck, please, Seungwoo…” you mewled.

Your professor’s eyes flashed with something animalistic. He reached in between your legs, slapped your thigh again and ripped off your underwear, tossing the ruined fabric somewhere in the far corner of his office. “Did I say you could use my name? Who gave you permission to do that?” He glanced down at your exposed pussy, glistening and swollen with need. Then he looked at the wet spot it had left on his pants. “Look at this fucking mess,” Seungwoo muttered, his voice low.

“I’m s…sorry, sir, I’m so sorry.” You were shaking like a leaf. You just wanted him inside you. Seungwoo’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Hm. That’s better,” he hummed in thought. He unbuckled his belt and you almost started drooling. You reached out to help him take it off but he swatted your hands away. “Needy little pet,” Seungwoo tutted at you, torturing you by taking off his belt at a painfully slow speed. “Maybe I should fuck the impatience out of you every day after class,” he mused. “Or in front of all your classmates? You’d like that, hm? For everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me?” He finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, until his mid-thigh. His hard cock bobbed in front of you, angry and leaking at the tip.

“Yes, please, sir,” you rasped. “Want you to use me in front of everyone, please sir.”

Seungwoo groaned, one hand wrapped around his cock and pumping a few times. “That’s a good girl,” he praised you. His other hand cradled your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He locked eyes with you, and his eyes were dark and hypnotic. His thumb brushed across your lips that were tender from how rough he’d kissed you. “Open,” he ordered, teasing your slick folds with the head of his cock.

You obeyed and opened your mouth. He slid his thumb in, and at the same time pushed his cock into you. Seungwoo hissed at the feeling of you being so tight around him. Your eyes rolled back at how much he stretched and filled you. Moaning around his thumb, you wiggled your hips, already desperate for him to move. His free hand went up your untucked blouse and squeezed one of your breasts hard. “Don’t think about moving around, kitten,” he warned. “And don’t cum until I give you permission,” he added before he began to rut into you.

It was already almost too much to handle. The way Seungwoo mercilessly pounded into you had you lightheaded -- high-pitched whines were leaving you as you bit down on his thumb. “Yesssss,” your professor groaned, his head thrown back. “Fucking. Take. It,” he punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips, powerful enough to make your entire body move further up the table. You writhed and squirmed. You’d never been fucked so good in your life.

“Sir,” you cried when Seungwoo took his thumb out your mouth and brought that hand down to rub your clit with his long, slender fingers. “Sir, pl-- I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, staring at how his fingers played you like a piano, and transfixed by his pretty cock disappearing in and out of you. Seungwoo shook his head, panting as he fucked you. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle making you all but scream.

“Not until you have my permission,” he grunted, pummeling into you, both of his arms wrapped around your leg, using it as leverage to fuck you so deep and so hard you swore you were fucking dreaming.

You keened when you heard that, finding it impossible to hold off your orgasm. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you begged your professor. “Sir, I can’t hold it, please sir,” you sobbed, starting to tremble. “Need to cum on your cock so bad, please, sir, please please please.”

Seungwoo smirked, looking downright devilish. “Don’t cry, pretty baby,” he cooed. “So cute when you beg,” he moaned, one giant hand moving to engulf your throat. “You wanna cum?” You nodded vigorously, hopelessly. He slapped your clit with his other hand, sending electricity jolting through your body. “Now,” he commanded, slapping it again, and you immediately came undone, your body arching off the desk, trembling. You couldn’t even make a sound; your mouth hung open, your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm seemed to last for minutes.

“Ugh, fuck, such a good girl,” you could barely hear Seungwoo praise you as your mind was swimming in pure bliss. “Gonna cum all over you, my pet,” he growled, rutting into you and chasing his own orgasm, the overstimulation making your tears flow down your cheeks as you whined like a pathetic injured animal.

With a long, husky groan, Seungwoo pulled out and shuddered as he emptied himself all over your inner thighs. You were still shaking and whimpering from the overstimulation. He held your face in both his hands and gently stroked your cheeks, hushing you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Look at me, pretty,” he whispered, and when you did, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back and studied your expression. “Are you okay?”

You smiled weakly. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Professor Han.”

Seungwoo hummed. “Good,” he pulled his pants back on and got some tissues from a box on his desk. He started to clean you up as you continued to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he admired the mess he made on you. “Will you stay after class tomorrow?”

“Yes sir,” you answered a little too quickly, making him chuckle.

“No more daydreaming or zoning out in my class, okay?” He eyed you sternly. “I want to see my little pet do well on the exam next week.”

“I promise, Professor.”

“That’s a good girl.”

[seungs1ks]

Hey! 💛

I'd like to ask for a fluffy husband sejun scenario where he and his s/o spend time together with their toddlers, please 💖

hi, thanks sm for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3

two little blessings. (l.s.j.)

{fluff}

pairing: lim sejun x reader (referred to as 'mommy')

warnings: none, just pure parenthood sweetness

word count: 1.2k

“Be careful, sweet pea!” Sejun yelled after your four-year-old daughter, who was bouncing up and down happily on the trampoline. Your husband was doing some bouncing as well, while carrying and soothing your two-year-old son who had just thrown a tantrum. Sejun pressed closed-mouthed kisses all over the toddler’s marshmallow-soft cheeks, babbling baby gibberish in an attempt to make him at least crack a smile.

You sighed as you approached them, returning from throwing away all the tissues that’d been used to wipe your son’s tears. “Is he feeling any better?”

“I dunno, let’s ask the gwumpy little man,” Sejun cooed, nuzzling the toddler’s face with his nose. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how darling your husband was. “What’s wrong, tough guy? Hmm?” He questioned your son, bouncing him lightly. Your son turned to look at you and made grabby hands, the cutest baby noises leaving him.

“Aw, you wanna be away from daddy, huh?” you grinned. Sejun pouted as he placed the toddler into your arms. Immediately, your son smiled, and your heart melted. He had Sejun’s dimples.

Sejun huffed, “I will never forget this betrayal.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband. “Ha-ha, babe. Could you help me call our princess over? It’s lunch time.”

“You got it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then your son’s. You watched him spread his arms out like he was an airplane and run towards your daughter with a playful cry of “look out, sweetie!” She squealed in delight as he scooped her up into the air and put her on his shoulders. They both laughed as Sejun walked over to join you and your son. It was your favorite sound in the world.

The four of you made your way to the table with all your bags and your son’s stroller. This children’s play centre had become a weekend routine for you and Sejun. It was a great place to relax and spend time with the kids -- your daughter loved the trampoline and ball pit, and there was even a little section filled with stuffed animals, toy cars and dinosaurs.

Sejun had your daughter perched on his lap, and your heart swelled at how he made her scream with laughter by pretending to eat the strawberry on her hairband. She was wearing a white dress with strawberries all over to match. Your husband had picked the entire outfit for her; from the moment you’d met him all those years ago, you always knew that he had an eye for fashion, but you had no idea how much it would extend to your kids. Your daughter had become well-known around your neighborhood for being the little fashionista, and with every compliment by a neighbor or fellow parent, Sejun would proudly beam about how he loved to dress up his little angel. The way he doted on her from the moment she was born made you feel so lucky to be raising a family with him.

You were still carrying your son, and your adorable mini Sejun had no interest in leaving your arms anytime soon. Your husband immediately noticed you struggling to open your bag with one hand.

“Alright, sweet pea, I gotta help mommy out,” he said as he lifted your daughter off his lap and placed her into the chair beside him. He easily hoisted the heavy bag over to his side of the table and started to unload some of its contents.

“Thank you, babe,” you smiled.

Sejun winked and blew a kiss at you from across the table. You did it back.

“Kisses!” Your daughter uttered excitedly.

Your husband had the biggest smile on his face. “You want a kiss too?” He held out her Hello Kitty lunchbox. “Or do you want lunch? Daddy or food, what do you pick?” Without hesitating, your daughter took the lunchbox. Appalled, Sejun stared at her open-mouthed, then slowly turned to look at you with the same expression. You burst out laughing. Meanwhile, your son was transfixed by your hair, playing with it in his tiny hands.

Sejun couldn’t help but laugh along with you. He shook his head as he helped your daughter open the lunchbox. “The thanks I get, seriously,” he smirked. “Ta-da!!!” He exclaimed when the lid was off. “Daddy made this today, what do you think, sweet pea?”

Your husband had taken to watching those bento box tutorials on YouTube -- the ones where people make the cutest things like pandas, cats or Pikachus out of rice and food. He’d been so excited to try making one for the kids today, and had been doing it all morning. You smiled when you saw the bear-shaped rice and heart-shaped eggs that he’d managed to pull off.

“S’cute, daddy,” your daughter gasped, clapping her hands. Sejun let out a cheer and applauded himself. He kissed her cheek and gave her her utensils. She started to eat happily.

“You did such a great job, Sejun,” you grinned, taking your son’s lunchbox from the open bag. “It looks even better than the ones on Youtube.”

“Maybe this could be my side hustle,” your husband chuckled, unsheathing a straw from a grape juice box. “I swear, if you’d told me before we had kids that I’d be up at 9 a.m. learning how to make bears out of rice, I’d laugh in your face.” He stuck the straw into the box and offered it to you. You leaned over and took a couple of sips, then he did the same.

“That’s what becoming a dad is all about, I guess,” you shrugged. “You do things you never expected yourself to do.” You skilfully took the lid off your son’s lunchbox, and squealed when you saw that Sejun had made a sun and clouds. “This is the cutest thing ever, babe, really, I’m dying.”

“If I wanted to make the cutest thing ever I’d have to make it look like you, but I’m not at that level yet,” Sejun smiled while wiping some food from the corner of your daughter’s mouth.

You blushed. He scrunched his face at you. Even after being married for five years and knowing each other for much longer, he still found ways to make sure you knew that he was growing even more in love with you with every passing day, no matter how many have gone by. As soon as you got really serious with each other, you had no doubt in your mind that this was the man you wanted to have kids with. And two little blessings later, Sejun was exceeding every expectation you had of him being a father.

“Is it good?” Sejun’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was still slurping from the juice box, the carton dwarfed by his large hand.

Your daughter nodded. “Wanna jump, daddy,” she said.

“In a little bit, angel, you’re still eating.” Your husband put down the juice box and motioned for you to let him hold your son. You gratefully obliged, starting to feel an ache in your arms. Sejun cradled your son while you fed him. Each time your arm reached across the table, Sejun would try to kiss it, making you and your kids laugh.

“I love you,” he suddenly mumbled, gazing at you with loving eyes and a soft smile.

You felt it again: your heart swelling more than you ever thought possible. “I love you too, Sejun.”

[seungs1ks]

aa!! ur seungwoo fluff was so good!!! <<3 thank u so much- you're a great writerr <3

awwww thank you so much! <3 so happy you liked it ^_^