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[seunievrse-recs]

⁎⁺˳♡ made for me kim seungmin x fem!reader

summary: "you're the love of my life" kinda sex with pleasure!dom seungmin

word count: 2.1k words

author's note: this ask has taken over my brain and I've had a slow day at work so here we are – have a full fic of utterly whipped, soft!dom Seungmin. this got SUPER sappy, but I hope not too much so

warnings: porn without plot but lots of feelings; dirty talk of the loving kind; unprotected p in v sex (don't do it & pee after sex!); fingering

Your softness is all Seungmin can feel, think about, sense. The real world is slipping from focus, and he’s surrounded by you, you, you.

You’re all around him; underneath his fingertips where they’re unsteadily brushing against your skin, caged underneath his body where he has you pressed against the sofa, in between his lips where you slip your tongue into his mouth until he’s dizzy.

The warmth of you seeps through his shirt where his body is resting on yours, your soft legs on either side of him, pulling him closer and closer.

He’s hard. Has been since you sighed into his lips, pulling him closer by the back of his neck like he couldn’t be close enough.

He knows you can feel where it’s pressed against your thigh, a matching heat radiating from between your legs, and he feels like he can taste your arousal in the air. The tangy sweet taste of it makes his hip grind into your leg once to alleviate a bit of the pressure, before he slips his hand under your shirt, splaying it over the soft slope of your waist. Your body arches into him as if instinctively, and it thrills him, how responsive you are. It makes you feel so much more real. He struggles with it sometimes, realising you’re really his.

“Seung,” you breathe out, and his heart skips a beat when your voice breaks ever so slightly at the end. He wants to give you anything you ask when you say his name like that.

Your hands wind into his hair and your lips become more insistent, and it sets his whole body on fire with want for you. He pulls away from you and his entire body protests, but he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulls you up. You let him manoeuvre you into his lap without so much as a questioning look, and it makes him smile.

He settles you with your back is against his chest and gently brushes your hair from your neck, before burying his nose in your soft skin and inhaling.

“You smell so good,” he whispers into your skin and winds his arms around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he brushes his palms down your waist, up and down your thighs, across your belly, just feeling your body under his hands. He lets his hand trail down the inside of your thighs before cupping your clothed core. You sigh out deliciously.

“Can I undress you, baby?” he whispers. You nod your head frantically.

He takes his time with it, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck as he drags his hands to your waistband languidly, popping the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper. He pushes your pants down and lets you wiggle out of them. Oh, he can definitely smell you now. He indulgently caresses your thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin before gently tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra while you’re leaning forward, before pulling you back into his chest and looking down at you.

There’s a deep blush on your cheeks, and he knows it’s because he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked in his lap except for your panties; but you don’t complain or hide, and it’s this trust makes desire pool deep in his abdomen.

“So, so beautiful,” he hums into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

He lets his hands run over your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your hardened nipples between his thumb or pointer finger. Your head falls onto his shoulder and your legs snap shut with a shiver, rubbing against each other to find some relief.

But he can’t have that. His hands fall from your breasts and come to your thighs, hooking them over his own, so he can spread you open for him, just how he wants. The whimper you let out goes straight to his dick. He moves one hand to palm your breast, the other caresses down the inside of your thigh until he’s cupping your heat again. Your hips stutter into his, and you breathe out a moan. He can feel the wet patch on his palm, and he licks his lips, his other hand pinching your nipple. You keen out.

“Let’s take these off,” he mutters and taps your leg, motioning for you to untangle yourself from him enough to pull your panties down and off, before he spread you out for him again.

You’re entirely naked for him, goosebumps littering your soft skin, your core exposed. He feels himself leak into his boxers.

His fingers find your cunt, and he lets out a shaky breath when he finds you thoroughly soaked for him. His fingertips slide through the slickness, circling your clit, travelling down, dipping just slightly into your entrance. He watches as your hips twitch, listens to the broken whine leaving your lips.

He nibbles at your neck as he slowly sinks one finger into you, and you moan, hand winding into the hair on the side of his head. You’re dripping wet for him, and he spreads you out further with his legs, sinking a second finger into your heat to the hilt before pulling them both out, rubbing your clit lightly.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers into your neck as he sinks into you again. Your back arches and he pulls you closer against his chest, his free hand now going to the other breast. His fingers start pumping into you languidly, the sound of your wetness accompanying every single one of his movements.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asks breathlessly, and all you can do is nod, mewling feebly.

“Dripping, all for me,” he mutters, picking up his speed, and you keen out in his hold, thighs flexing but not closing. He smiles to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”

You turn your head to his, looking at him with the most desperate expression on your beautiful face before leaning forward and smashing your lips into his.

He moans into your mouth, rutting his fingers even deeper into you, angling them slightly until he can feel the spongy spot on his fingertips. You mewl into his lips, your nails scratching across his scalp.

He can feel you flutter around his fingers, your walls clenching down hard, and he knows you’re getting close. You’re rocking your hips into his fingers slightly, rubbing against his bulge with every movement, making it incredibly hard to focus.

“I know you’re close, angel,” he mumbles against your lips, an edge to his voice that he can’t conceal, “are you going to cum for me?”

You nod, and he stares at you lovingly, moving his hand from your breast to your throat, pressing down just how he knows you like, and he feels more wetness on his fingers, your cunt clenching rhythmically.

He presses his palm down, so it drags against your clit, and he watches your orgasm build, your hands clawing at his arm and his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your thighs shaking, and then you’re falling apart, cumming all over his hand with a choked moan.

“There you go, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he rides out your orgasm, rutting his fingers deep into you, his composure faltering.

When you’ve gone limp in his grasp, he pulls his fingers out of you carefully, kisses your cheek and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom and places you down on the bed gently, pulling the pillow to sit perfectly under your head. You pull him into your lips immediately, kissing him deeply, and he smiles into your lips. You tug at his shirt until he sits up and throws it onto the floor before coming back to hover over you, your skin on his making him strain against the confines of his jeans. As if you knew, you trail your hand down his chest and rub him. He’s so sensitive at this point, his head falls into the crook of your neck with a groan.

“I need you, Seung,” you purr, “need to feel you inside of me.”

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up from the bed to take off his jeans and boxers, shivering when his cock finally springs free. You’re watching him where you’re lying pretty on the pillows, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes roaming his body. He wants to eat you alive.

When he climbs over you now, his hands are harder, more demanding, yet still gentle as ever. He spreads you open for himself again, slowly, pushing your legs back against your sides, running a finger through the wetness and dipping it into you while he strokes himself. His eyes are glued to you; you’re still so wet, your clit all swollen, and if he wasn’t so desperate, he would lean down and make you cum all over his tongue. But he doesn’t have the self-control, not tonight, not when he’s so hard he thinks he might cry.

He lines himself up with your entrance slowly, eyes briefly flicking up to where you’re perched on the pillows, wordlessly asking for your permission. You nod at him, the love in your eyes mixing with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock into your heat.

He stills there, his breath audibly hitching in his throat, his head falling back as you flutter around him. But then he pushes in further and further, his cock pulsing with every inch that’s sheathed in your slick, hot heat and when he’s bottomed out, he groans, looking into your eyes and watching your eyelids flutter when he slowly pulls out and pushes himself in again.

“You take me so well, angel,” he murmurs out, repeating the slow motion. The sensation makes his toes curl. You whine and flutter around him.

“Like you were made for me.”

And he does it again, your cunt pulling tighter and wetter around him.

“You were made for me,” he repeats, continuing to fuck you so torturously slowly he can feel every ridge of your walls moulding around his cock. His mind clouding over with the pleasure that’s blooming in his abdomen.

“So perfect, and all for me.”

You whimper out underneath him, and he leans down to capture your lips in his before he starts rutting his hips into yours, hard. It’s not fast, but it’s deep, the way he bucks into you. You’re moaning wantonly underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kisses the perfect spot inside of you.

“All for you,” you whisper into his lips, and he loses it, hiking both your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he starts fucking into you desperately. You’ve taken over his senses and he can barely think straight with how you’re sucking him in, how you’re touching him like you still can’t get enough. You’re so fucking perfect.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Seungmin babbles out, hips snapping into you tirelessly, broken moans falling from his lips. He kisses you desperately, and he can feel himself barrelling towards a life-changing orgasm.

“Pretty baby, I need you to cum for me,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours. He thinks he can see his entire future in your eyes.

“Sweet baby, cum on my cock, fuck,” he’s so fucking close, “claim me, I’m fucking yours, oh fuck.”

Your nails dig into his back and your head cants back as you fall apart with a wail, your release forming a creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, and he tries to ride out your orgasm, but he doesn’t stand a chance, desperately fucking himself into you, letting you milk him as he spills into you with a broken whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m not always good with words,” he whispers into your hair after he helped you clean up, and your bodies are tangled together under the sheets. You pull back to look at him in surprise, opening your mouth as if to say something, but he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

“I mean it, I’m sorry I don’t tell you that I love you enough. I’m sorry I don’t hold your hand very often. I do love you, though. More than words can express.”

His eyes, that were glued to your intertwined hands during his monologue, finally lift, and he finds you smiling at him.

“I know, Seung,” you say gently, “I’ve never doubted it. Just because you love me in your own way doesn’t mean you don’t love me.”

He’s speechless for a second, tears pricking at his eyes as he looks at you, the smile on your face so peaceful, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. You looked like you meant it.

“How did you find me? Thank God you found me,” he mumbles hoarsely, before he pulls you closer and kisses you with everything he has.

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So wonwoo likes to sleep naked eh… that’s um, useful information

you’ve had hundreds of sleepovers with your best friend, that’s why you don’t think anything of it when you slip into bed beside him— only to feel his bare hip brush up against yours.

you hadn’t told him you were coming over, hadn’t announced yourself when you slipped into his room, hadn’t thought you needed to. mingyu, his roommate, let you in without a word when he saw the state you were in, jerking his head in the direction of wonwoo’s room before disappearing into his own.

you figured your best friend must still be awake, likely hunched over his keyboard with his noise canceling headphones blocking out the world. but his room is dark when you enter and you can hear him snoring softly.

you smile to yourself and set your bag on his desk chair. you had been looking forward to talking to him, looking forward to the advice he’d give you (that you probably wouldn’t take) when you told him about the new shitty guy you’re seeing, but that would have to wait. for now, you’ll settle for crawling into bed with him and praying for rest.

only, now you know you won’t be getting any sleep any time soon.

what the fuck are you supposed to do? try and sneak back out? what if he wakes up? and it’s not like you can stay. that’ll only make it weirder.

“hm, what time is it?”

you freeze, hoping he hasn’t noticed you lying right beside him, even though the fact that he’s speaking out loud implies that he knows you’re there. his brain takes a second to catch up, though, and then he’s scrambling to rip the comforter from your grasp to cover himself— even though you couldn’t see anything before anyway.

“what the fuck are you doing here?!”

“mingyu let me in!”

“i didn’t ask how you got in, i asked why.”

“i… couldn’t sleep at my place.”

he softens at that. “nightmares?”

you shake your head. “it just felt… wrong.”

he nods even though you’re sure he doesn’t understand. how could he understand?

“i keep telling you not to let them sleep over,” he mumbles. “they always leave weird energy behind.”

so maybe he does get it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you offer.

he’s the one to shake his head this time. “you know you’re always welcome here. just, send a guy a text next time?”

you snort. “what, you don’t want to wake up naked in bed with your best friend?”

“i never said that,” wonwoo clarifies. your smile wanes as you process what he’s implying. “i’d just rather her also be naked.”

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hii I loved loser!chan fics and I was wondering if you could do loser!jihoon as well? anyway you want works for me I’m just insane over jihoon being all subby and your fics are amazing!!!

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jihoon, virgin!jihoon, sub!jihoon, afab reader, smut, dry humping, handjob penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2466

a/n: ive always thought of writing loser!jihoon u read my mind lmao i hope i made him loser enough <3

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jihoon wasnt too much of a social person. it had been like this throughout elementary and all the way too high school, even manifesting up until college. currently, he had his usual group of friends, but he was as still pretty much a very antisocial guy. he liked it this way. it kept things simple.

his lack of socialization, however, also came with a lack of social skills, which in very obvious fashion also meant he lacked experience in social situations; dating included.

his romantic life had been fully nonexistent thus far, making him fall far behind most of his friends, who were all thoroughly experienced in one way or another.

it's not like jihoon didnt have any interest in that area of his life. it was just that he was too shy. a bit of a loser too, to be honest. this was a trait of his that he had wanted to finally rid himself of, which wad how he ended up attending one of his good friend's mingyu's many frat parties.

this wasnt his usual scene. he had been invited to these gatherings multiple times, but always turned them down, knowing he could never keep up with his popular friends (not that he wanted to anyway; as he said, this was just not his scene). however, something his friend mingyu had said about a week back had caught his attention, making him insist that mingyu let him tag along this once.

he had been in the cafeteria at the time, looking across the room as he usually did while his friends engaged in conversation. he was the only member of the friend group who was not a member of the frat, so it was easy for him to blend in the background most times. this time, however, mingyu had caught sight of what was keeping jihoon so distracted. this had just gotten interesting.

it was you.

by some strike of luck, it turned out that mingyu knew who you were. you were a frequent attendee to his frat parties. he knew you pretty well, actually. had spoken to you a few times, and coincidentally knew you had a bit of a thing for his friend jihoon – at least that's what he gathered from your occasional inquiries as to where he was any time he'd be absent from mingyu's parties. mingyu had never attempted to hook you guys up before, but he had decided in that same moment that he liked you for jihoon, which only meant one thing; he had to play matchmaker.

considering jihoon's clear interest in you as he stared and stared while sighing at the pretty sight, mingyu felt very justified in not-so casually dropping the fact that you were usually in attendance to his parties, meaning that you'd very likely be at his following party. this caught jihoon's attention immediately, who tried to nonchalantly make some excuse as to why he'd wanna be in attendance this time around. mingyu considered it a mission accomplished and simply awaited the fateful day of the party.

at the party itself, mingyu immediately got to work, making sure jihoon remained alone and in close proximity to your location – also letting you know that jihoon was wandering somewhere in the frat house, taking note of your smile as he relayed that piece of information to you. as soon as he located the two of you and deemed the situation manageable for jihoon, he went his own way to party with his friends. he had a hunch that it'd work out on its own. he had seen you sneak a few glances at his friend tonight already, which gave him all the confidence to leave the two of you to eventually interact.

it didn't take long for the two of you to bump into each other at some lone corner of the frat (it's not like jihoon had been keeping track of your movements and making a calculated effort to incidentally bump into you in a not-so casual way). upon crossing paths, you immediately engaged in conversation, rendering jihoon slightly speechless at your friendly disposition.

although he had a hard time keeping up with your outgoing personality, – barely being able to mutter full responses as his eyes avoided yours at all costs – you seemed interested enough to suggest the two of you move onto a quieter part of the house in order to have a better chance at understanding each other.

that remote location manifested itself as mingyu's room, which had conveniently been left open for jihoon to access (something gyu had made sure to let jihoon know about, "in case he grew tired or something").

for some reason, sitting on the edge of the bed by your side as a booming party occurred downstairs felt a bit too intimate for jihoon, someone who was not used to any sort of interaction with women of any kind, much less the girl he'd been secretly crushing on for months. you seemed relaxed, though, simply maintaining sporadic conversation as the two of you enjoyed the muffled music coming from downstairs.

at some point you seemed to sense his unnerved state, deciding to call attention to it.

"parties not your thing?"

"oh, uh .. yeah. just not used to the environment , i guess."

"this is my first time seeing you at one of these. what changed?"

"h– how'd you know it's my first time?"

"i wouldve noticed you before."

oh. oh.

"why do you think i brought you in here, jihoon?"

"you know ... you know my name?"

you had scoot closer now, sitting side by side with your legs gracing against his, which were stuck together as he made himself as small as possible.

"of course i do. i've been keeping tabs on you jihoon."

he felt himself shiver at your proximity, despite the fact that everything was still very much friendly and platonic. but he couldnt help himself in feeling shy at the implications of being alone with you whilst sitting closely to each other on the bed.

"o- oh."

"jihoon? why wont you look at me? are you okay?", you took your hand and placed it under his chin, making sure he was now facing you.

your face was far too close to his, and the expression you carried was not one of worry, but one of want.

"n- no, i mean, yes. it's just–"

"just what, jihoonie?", you tilted your head, somehow coming into even closer proximity to his lips.

he gave up the clueless act first, being unable to control himself in his need for you.

"please ... just– please."

that was enough for you to close the gap, sighing softly against his lips as he froze, unknowing in what to do. his arms also remained on his sides as his posture stayed rigid. luckily for him, you didn't mind his temporary inactivity, simply urging him with your own hands and lips to take some action.

these notions were enough for him to nervously begin to kiss you back, copying all your movements as he opened his mouth to allow yours in. his hands were also now awkwardly resting on the small of your back as he leaned a bit towards you. it was all very awkward on his part, but he was truly having the time of his life as you made love to his mouth.

your kiss had quickly grown filthy, making jihoon's eyes roll back as he attempted to keep up. you only kissed him like this for a short while before pulling away breathless, inquiring for more.

"can i? will you let me take charge, jihoonie?", you said in a hot breath against his lips, eyes still glued to his pout.

"i– ive never ..."

"that's okay ... i'll show you, jihoon. ill make you feel good. i can ... i cant teach you."

he wasnt sure if you'd meant to sound like a siren's song when you said this but the effect was just the same, because he found himself breathlessly nodding in agreement, allowing you to lay him down as you straddled him on the bed.

just moments later and you were already starting a slow and sensual grind against his hips as you made a show of arching your back and throwing your head back at what was likely just minimal pleasure for you. for jihoon, however, it was the most action he'd ever gotten. he always assumed that his first act of intimacy with a girl would be a quick peck, not the girl of his dreams dry humping him on his friend's bed.

he took a leap by putting his hands on your hips, unable to control his moans and the way his hips pushed upwards a bit to match yours. this seemingly caught your attention, causing you to make eye contact with him once more before leaning down and connecting your lips.

once again, he was unable to help himself in kissing you back, although sloppy and inexperienced, he enjoyed your kiss all the same, nearly losing his mind at your ability to turn such a sweet act into one of pure desperation so quickly.

"always wanted you, jihoon ...", you breathed against his lips, "knew you were friends with gyu, so i kept coming here hoping to see you, but you never showed up. made me wait so long for you ..", you pouted.

"i– i didnt know. i wanted you too, i swear ..."

you gave him a sweet smile, caressing his cheek softly as your hips slowed down for a moment, "i know, hoonie ... which is why you're gonna be good for me, right, baby?"

"y– yes. i– anything. ill do anything you want, just–", he was interrupted with yet another kiss; a kiss which he instinctively gave back without even having to process it.

"anything? oh, jihoonie ... gonna have so much fun with you."

his confirmation had been enough for you to take further action. jihoon wasn't sure how it ended up happening, but eventually you had managed to undress the two of you, now sitting in the exact same position as before, – you on top of him as he laid back on the bed – except this time fully nude.

from the moment you'd thrown off your shirt, jihoon had been unable to stop staring at your tits. he didnt wanna sound like a total creep or anything, but he wouldve given anything to bury his head in them and never come back. luckily for him, you seemed to read his mind pretty well (re: took a hint from his endless staring and licking of his lips) and leaned down, enticing him to kiss your tits by bringing his face close to them.

with a quick nod in confirmation, jihoon went to town on your tits. he didnt know he had it in him, but his lips and tongue explored every inch of your breasts, breathing against them at how supple they felt under his touch. he drank in every single sigh you let out at the feeling, with his arousal growing to an extent he didn't know was possible.

"oh, hoonie ... fuck ... such a good boy. play with my tits, shit ..."

your hands eventually reached out to play with his dick, which he had been neglecting thus far. his actions halted upon the feeling of your warm hands encompassing him, jerking him in a way that had his kisses against your chest becoming even more sensual in nature as he moaned into your breasts.

"you– oh ... that's .... please ...."

"like it, baby? want me to keep playing with your dick?"

"yes, fuck. please! want–"

"but, baby ... dont you want my cunt?"

that statement took him to another planet altogether.

your cunt? you were going to fuck him? oh. oh.

the simple thought of you wrapping around him, bouncing up and down as he lost his mind under you almost had him cumming. the best he could do in that moment was lift his head from your chest and beg you to please let him have it as he kissed your lips.

you took advantage of his begging to lick his lips, teasing his tongue with your own as you positioned yourself to lower yourself on him. jihoon was sure you could feel his heartbeat almost beat straight out of his chest as you pressed your hand against his chest for support, but he didnt care. he wanted you to know how carnally he wanted you.

"this is your first time, right, baby?"

"yes, b– but its okay! i want it, i swear!"

"oh, i know, pretty ... just wanted to make sure. gonna make you mine after this. you know that, right?", you leaned down to kiss his neck as you said this, making him shiver at the thought, "gonna be my pretty little jihoon that only i get to have ..."

"yes ... yours, just– wanna be yours, please ..."

that was all you needed to finally sink down on him, moaning out at the feeling. similarly, he arched his back against the mattress at the warmth and tightness he felt around his cock; a pleasure he never knew was humanly possible.

you rode him like a champ, wasting no time in speeding up and he himself lost his mind. he couldnt help it when his hips began to cant up against yours, loving the way you threw your head back at the impact. at some point all rhythm between the two of you was lost, making you hump against each other like you were in heat.

"hoonie! gonna cum, please ... cum with me, pretty. wanna feel you cum."

"gonna cum for you ... feel so fucking good ...", he whined at you, knowing his end was right there.

the two of you cried out and held each other through your respective ends. his came slightly before yours, making him wince at the overstimulation as you tightened up around him after he had fully ridden his high. but the feeling was extremely pleasurable nonetheless.

laying down next to him, you cuddled up against his side, giving his chest a sweet peck before gesturing at him to look at you.

he felt shy making eye contact, but felt less so than before. he felt such a strong connection with you at this moment, smiling at knowing that you liked him back (at least going off on your rambles as you fucked him).

"i like you. so much," he interrupted whatever you were about to say, not even realizing his words until after he'd uttered them.

you chuckled at his widened eyes upon realizing what he'd said, "i know, hoonie. i like you too."

you stayed quiet after that, choosing to fall asleep in his arms as he held you against him. he wasnt sure what exactly came next, but he was content in that moment.

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what kind of polaroid taken during sex SEVENTEEN’s members keep inside their wallets [MDNI]

pairing: seventeen x fem!reader

content: nsfw, smut, sexual photos, mentions of cunnilingus, blowjob, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex.

a/n: … idk how to explain myself🧍🏻‍♀️

seungcheol

photo of your tits covered with his hickeys while you’re riding his fat cock

jeonghan

photo of his long delicate fingers disappearing inside your wet pussy

joshua

photo of your red swollen lips parted and your dirty mouth is full of his cum

junhui

photo of his white hot cum leaking out of your ruined pussy

soonyoung

photo of his cock slipping into your desperate cunt from behind

wonwoo

photo of his huge dick laying on your stomach to see how deep he’s gonna be inside of you

jihoon

photo of your swollen lips wrapped around his hard dick

minghao

photo of your torso painted with his cum - the masterpiece

mingyu

photo of his and your intertwined hands on the belly bulge caused by his dick

seokmin

photo of you suffocating him with your thighs while he’s eating you out

seungkwan

photo of his dick burried inside your pussy in missionary

hansol

photo of your tiny hands pumping his fat cock

chan

photo of his dick squeezed between your pretty tits

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[seunievrse-recs]

18+ minors dni, f!reader, free use(?)

someone requested more enfj gyu thoughts but i accidentally deleted the ask ;c i hope they find this <3

enfj just fits mingyu so well because they're soo giving and supportive in relationships, sometimes to the point of neglecting their own needs to help their s/o reach their goals. gyu is always thinking about how to make you feel good.. watching porn to get ideas about new ways to fuck you, buying toys for you to use when he can't be there, being so patient with you when he trains your throat and pussy to stretch to his thick size.. ;c

he loves when you just use him to get off. you don’t wanna bother him when he gets home from a long day of practice, but he can tell how badly you need him and despite how tired he is he’s guiding you to straddle his hips, urging you to sink your needy cunt onto his cock as he watches you with sleepy hooded eyes

“ride it, baby, please.. i want you to”

or he’s fast asleep beside you, buff chest rising and falling with steady breaths with a big arm reached around you, and you’re trying so hard not to wake him with your squirming, the uncomfy slick between your thighs keeping you awake. you can’t help but wrap your legs around one of his thighs, pussy grinding against the thick muscle

putting your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans but his eyes flutter open, always on alert to make sure you’re okay. his voice is deep and raspy, moving you over so he can tug his briefs down and spoon you

“shh.. im here, baby. lemme take care of it”

or it’s early in the morning and you’re kneeling beside gyu’s sleeping frame, chewing on your lower lip as you think about all the conversations you’ve had with him about waking each other up with sex, all the times he told you how much he wants to experience waking up to your wet mouth on his cock

you’re so careful as you pull his length out from his briefs, even soft he’s big and heavy and the sight of him makes your mouth water. in his sleep he lets out pretty broken moans, his thick abs and thighs flexing when you press soft kisses to the tip. when you finally put him in your mouth he’s still asleep, bucking his hips up as he gets fully hard. he only wakes up when he’s cumming, and he loses it at the sight of your pretty wet lips trying to reach the base of him, his thick cum making a mess at the corners of your mouth

“f- oh my god.. fuck- baby, baby”

he runs his hand over his face to make sure he’s real, and his other hand comes to rest on your cheek to make sure you’re real. he cums so much, so overwhelmed and fucked out and he’s bucking his hips and rambling with his sleepy lisp

“so pretty, fuck- look at me, baby”

“perfect little mouth, mmh- could fuck your face all day, you want that, bunny? gonna fill you with cum all fucking day”

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“baby, fuck, i’m sensitive,” wonwoo hisses through his teeth as you weakly grind yourself over his cock. you’ve already gone two rounds tonight but somehow it’s not enough.

“i know… just need a little more,” you whine, feeling guilty.

“you’re fucking insatiable tonight, aren’t you?” he groans and props himself up on his elbows to watch you make a mess of yourself on his lap.

you nod and jut your bottom lip out in a pout. “help me?”

wonwoo sighs before helping you up onto your knees.

“baby, you’re so swollen,” he murmurs, reaching out to run two fingers through your folds. “are you sure you want more?”

you flinch at his touch but nod eagerly nonetheless.

wonwoo just chuckles and pumps his cock a couple of times to get himself hard again, grimacing through the over-sensitivity. once he’s done with that, he guides you back down onto him, smiling hazily at you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down and you sigh in relief. immediately, you collapse onto his chest and start kissing your way up to his jaw.

“fuck, thank you wonwoo,” you whimper against his pulse. “feels so good…”

“just love being full, huh? already made you cum, what, three times? and you’re still not satisfied?”

“not my fault,” you protest.

“no?”

“you’re the one with the perfect dick. i can’t help it that i want it all the time.”

wonwoo grunts at the praise, going tense underneath you. “fuck, i don’t think i can cum again but you’re making it feel like i’m about to.”

you whine because you want him to cum. you want to feel him twitching inside of you, feel him filling you up again. but you know he’s spent so you keep your pouting to a minimum as you continue to ride him.

“am i hitting it, baby?” wonwoo asks when he notices your face scrunch up in what he can only assume to be pleasure. you let your mouth fall open and nod. “gonna cum for me?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, just a little more…” you beg.

“fuck, you’re pretty,” your boyfriend sighs, “can’t even be mad that i’m going to be sore tomorrow when you look this good on top of me.”

“wonwoo,” you moan.

“i’m only teasing, baby. you know i’ll let you use me to get off anytime you need. like i’d ever actually complain that you want to fuck me.”

[seunievrse-recs]

Hi hi!

2 of my biases are in Virgoracha so I was pretty excited for it!

What about “you can hold my hand, if you want.” With hanji? Maybe f2l?

And my fav seungmin is him in the 5-star trailer 😭😭 forehead seungmin is🫠🫠

you're so right for the seungmin look omg why is his forehead so attractive. anyway this is a fluffy candy cloud i hope you like it!!

jisung was always your friend and you always thought it was going to stay that way. since the two of you got along so well, and you never fought, you understood each other's humour, and it helped that your mutual friends were so close, too.

being friends with a big group like that meant all of you got together often, not always in the same numbers, but at least every sunday there was a group meeting and whoever was free that weekend would join.

it was surprising then when changbin called the group together to an arcade and no one came besides you and jisung. it wasn't awkward, not at all, but you kept wondering where everyone else was.

and one small part of you was sure this was all one of changbin's stupid plans. it's been a few weeks since the last time he teased you about it, but changbin was under the wild impression that you were crushing on jisung.

which was absolutely crazy, by the way. you definitely didn't have a crush on one of your best friends. crazy.

"this was fun," you say as you walk out of the arcade. you only left after the teenager in charge of the place told you they were closing. until then you haven't even noticed it's been more than four hours since you got there.

you and jisung played on every game at least twice, and you stood in front of the basketball trying to win yourself a plushie for over an hour. you didn't manage to get enough tickets for the plushie you wanted, but jisung pooled all of his with yours.

it still wasn't enough--since you were too ambitious and wanted the huge panda bear at the very top that cost over five thousand tickets. instead, you managed to get a small (but very fluffy) ladybug with all your tickets combined. there was enough left over for jisung to pick a prize too, and he settled for a stress ball that squeaked every time he crushed it in his hand.

with your prizes in hand, you started walking back home. you walked past a food truck, and considering the pair of you were too immersed in the arcade to stop for dinner--you were starving.

jisung knew what you'd pick before you even saw the options, and so he quickly ordered the food for you and told you to find a spot to sit. there were a few picnic benches around, and so you quickly took a seat at one and sat your ladybug next to you.

a few moments later the smell of fried food engulfed you, as jisung placed your portion in front of you. "they both came with drinks but he only had coke."

"you won't be thirsty?" you asked, as jisung placed both cans in front of you. he didn't like coke that much, and you loved it, so he'd always give you most of his if he had to order it.

"i'll be fine," he smiled softly at you.

you ate mostly in silence, people watching and pointing out the birds flirting at the other side of the road. you sneaked a glance over at jisung, smiling as he filled his cheeks with food. he was so endearing when he ate and a thought entered your brain--that you hope he always eats well. you'd feed him forever if he needed you to.

you coughed lightly, snapping yourself out of such thoughts quickly. you couldn't let seo changbin be right. not today.

after the pair of you finished eating, jisung grabbed all the rubbish around you and grabbed your ladybug as he urged you to get up. you quickly snatched the toy back from him, claiming he couldn't make it parentless so soon.

"but i'm his dad, too!" he claimed, absolute shock on his face. "i helped you adopt him!"

"shut up," you mumbled, bumping your shoulder against him.

you kept walking in silence, jisung skillfully leading the way back to your house. it was a few streets away from your destination that he softly said, "i'm glad no one else was there, tonight."

"yeah?" you look at him.

he smiled softly, nodding. "i like spending time just us. and tonight was a fun date."

his eyes widen slightly when he realises the word he used, blinking as he looks for your reaction.

"it wasn't a date," you say, bravely.

jisung nods quickly, "oh, yeah, i didn't--"

"--if it was a date, we'd be holding hands."

jisung blushes slightly, taking his hand out of his jacket and letting it limp loosely by his body. "we can. you can hold my hand, if you want."

you reach out for his hand, lacing your fingers together. a small squeak leaves him, before you quickly realise it's his stress ball he clenched too tightly. the pair of you giggle at each other.

"so, is this a date, then?"

"it can be a date, if you want," you smile. jisung squeezes your hand while the ball squeaks again.

[seunievrse-recs]

for the virgoracha event! i'd love your take on casually talkative and giggly sex with either jisung or seungmin! like having a normal conversation or gossiping about something while making each other feel good...

omg i love this concept so much!!! thank you for sending it in lovie 🥰

it's been a busy week for both of you, jisung going from one thing to the other while you only worked mornings--resulting in barely any time together.

you didn't get to talk much, you being a bad texter and jisung unable to wake up early enough to spend any quality time in the morning. it meant you didn't get to speak with him about all the drama happening at work between you and your heartbroken coworker that decided she can just slack off all day. it also meant you didn't get a chance to sleep together either.

all that was being fixed tonight, after a nice dinner--finally together--the pair of you fell on the bed quickly. even though you haven't had sex in a few days jisung didn't rush anything. he kissed you deeply as his arms caged you in, thrusting in lazily as he asked you questions about all the drama he missed.

"isn't she the same one that told on you to your manager when you went home early?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion, and concentration.

"yes!" you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips as you pushed him in deeper, "oh, fuck, ji. like that."

he nods, keeping up the movement you liked before he grumbles, "i hate her. every time i come in she gives me this massive side eye."

"yeah, she hates you," you roll your eyes. jisung thrusts in deeper at that.

"what? why?"

"apparently you have a better fashion sense than her," jisung laughs, kissing your collarbone sweetly.

"really?" you hum, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to your chest. jisung grabs a handful of your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers as your eyes flutter shut. "like this?"

"yeah," you moan. "god, i hate her. you know she's the one that booked that weekend off so we all had overtime."

jisung groans, stilling inside you for a second. "i can't believe she's the reason you had to work so hard."

he starts moving again, this time picking up his pace. he lifts your thigh, sliding inside of you easily with the added grip he has on your body. he holds onto your thigh tightly, his eyes fluttering shut as a small moan leaves him.

"i hate her, too," he says, slightly breathless.

you nod, exhaling sharply as jisung finds your sensitive spot now. "what about you?" you struggle saying. "was work alright this week?"

"shut up for a second," he giggles, "i'll tell you in a second."

"oh, really?" you laugh at him, "you're gonna cum in a second?"

"don't--" he hisses, groaning loudly as you teasingly clench your walls around him. you laugh at that, deciding to pause the conversation for a moment while jisung starts thrusting so fast the bed starts shaking with it. you'll have more time to hear about his week later.

[seunievrse-recs]

i love the idea of a virgoracha birthday bash!!! so cuteee

ok so my wisdom tooth hurts so bad right now so i was wondering if i can req the prompt "no one hurts you and gets away with it" with seungmin? thank you!

thank you!! 🤗 i hope you aren’t in too much pain lovie and you enjoy this lil fluffy blurb ✨

seungmin walks in to find you in the fetal position, curled up into a ball as you groan loudly. your wisdom teeth have started to come out, the feeling quite literally like a searing pain through your gums. you’ve tried the few hacks you’ve seen online to numb the area, including finishing all the ice cream in the fridge and gurgling unpleasant tasting water.

the pain was so bad it had caused the front of your head to hurt too—and now, even with the blinds drawn back and the room in complete darkness you felt like your senses were in overload.

you heard the front door open and close before a ray of light followed a soft creak as seungmin entered the room.

“y/n?” he asked, concerned. you only ever draw yourself into darkness like this when you’re feeling awful—and when he left you this morning you looked fine.

you hum in response, the sound painful to even make, and seungmin quickly sits by your side.

he brings his hand to your shoulder, petting you lightly as he turns on the fairy lights around you to see you better.

“what’s wrong?” he demands. his brows frown tightly, his bottom lip poking out in what you can only describe to look like an angry puppy.

“stupid,” you begin, but before you can explain it’s your stupid and not at all wise teeth, you let out a pained groan.

“stupid? who’s stupid? i’ll punch them,” he jumps up in his seat momentarily.

“no one,” you roll your eyes, “it’s my teeth. they’re making my brain hurt.”

“oh,” he says, almost disappointed. he looks conflicted, as if he isn’t sure who he’s going to punch now.

he decides who deserves his wrath, evidently, as he climbs on top of you and digs his hands into your waist.

“what are you doing?” you let out.

“getting my revenge,” he explains, kissing your forehead multiple times. he then kissed down your temples and towards your cheek, the kiss much lighter around the swollen area.

“listen here you little shit,” he whispers against your cheek.

“hey!” you protest, kicking your feet to try and get out of his hold, “i didn’t do anything.”

“i was not talking to you,” he raises his head slightly, looking at you before pressing his lips back against your cheek, “i am threatening your teeth now. give me some privacy.”

“i.. i can’t? it’s my teeth?”

“then be quiet,” he rubs your stomach softly, “i’m busy.”

you roll your eyes before you acquiesce—allowing whatever this is to just happen.

“listen to me,” he mumbles against your cheek, his face pressed right against it, “you better come out of there so fucking fast she doesn’t feel anything. got it? don’t make me come in there and break all your fingers for hurting her!”

“teeth don’t have fingers,” you remind him, “you look so dumb right now.”

“yah! don’t get involved,” he pouts at you, “no one hurts you and gets away with it. mr. tooth in there needs to be made aware of the consequences of his actions.”

you laugh loudly, wrapping your hands around seungmin’s broad shoulders.

“why are you so fucking weird?” seungmin then attaches his lips to your neck and blows against the skin, the noise and feel of it causing you to giggle as he blows multiple raspberries against your skin.

it’s then you notice all the laughing and his odd behaviour has been enough of a distraction to ease the pain lightly and your eyes don’t sting as much anymore.

“i love you.”

“now who looks dumb?” he grins at you before attaching himself right beneath your collarbone and blowing another raspberry. “love you too, i guess.”

you roll your eyes softly.

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Hard!dom seungmin and a Safeword use? If ur comfy ofc (in a soft seung mood)💜💜

this came out kinda soft djsn 💕

contains: overstimulation, mean seung (as part of the bit), swearing, degradation, pet names 🔞

“that’s it baby, you’re getting close again, hmm?” seungmin smirks from above you, pushing in deeper as the bed moves with a loud thud.

you lost count of your orgasms at this point, each burst of pleasure blending into the next one as seungmin just didn’t let up. he only stopped once for a hydration break but otherwise had been relentless, barely letting the aftershock of one orgasm to settle before thrusting into you again.

“i can’t, baby,” you groan, the soreness in your body overpowering any other feeling seungmin was providing you with.

“you can,” he chuckles drily before bringing his hand in between your bodies, circling your clit roughly.

“no, no, please, i—“

“—come on, don’t be a brat now after begging for this. take what you’re given and shut up,” he orders, grabbing your chin as he roughly kisses you.

you moan against his lips, breath catching in your lungs as he thrusts harder into you. you feel him smiling softly against your lips before he rolls his hips again, his cock so deep inside you you can feel it in your stomach.

“seung, seung,” you start chanting, unable to push away with him while his full body weight is on top of you.

“i said shut up,” he grumbles, sucking harshly onto your collarbone. you moan, because it feels so good when his lips are on you like that, but it’s all too much right now.

“please, i can’t,”

“we both know you can, you say this every time and then you give me another,” he reminds you. and he isn’t wrong, you actually really like acting like it’s not much when it isn’t (and he knows that) but this time you really don’t think you can keep up with him. “so be good for once and cum, slut.”

the bed creaks loudly and your shoulder is sore from where it’s hovering awkwardly above the pillow and your mouth is so dry and your necklace is itchy against your sweaty skin. everything feels too much.

“seung,” you say louder, bringing your heavy hand onto his shoulder to try and ground yourself. but it doesn’t work. your pussy is sore, so so sore, and seungmin just won’t stop. you hesitate for a moment, shutting your eyes harshly before you bravely say your safe word.

the bed stops rocking as seungmin freezes.

“bubs?” he says quietly, causing you to open your eyes slowly. you nod tentatively as your eyes meet his wide ones. his beautiful puppy eyes look so worried and it makes your skin crawl.

“take a deep breath for me, bubs,” he asks, taking the hand away from your clit and lacing his fingers with yours. “nice and slow.”

you breath as his request, winching lightly when you feel the fullness instead of you deeper. you keep breathing.

“i’m gonna pull out, okay?” he doesn’t move until you nod, “it’s gonna hurt for a second? but squeeze my hand if it does.”

he slowly moves out of you, the emptiness both a relief and a sting as you feel the wetness on your thighs uncomfortably. you do squeeze his hand, but not because it hurts all that much—it just grounds you.

“what happened?” he asks, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

“i-i don’t know, it was too much,” you stutter, feeling yourself blush at your admission. you never want to disappoint him or seem like you can’t take it. you can’t even look at him.

“okay,” he accepts. simply. “i’m gonna sit you up, alright?”

you nod, squeezing his hand harder as he helps lift your hips up—dragging them until you’re sat with your back fully against the headboard. he grabs the blanket you’ve long since pushed to the floor and covers you up, tucking it around your shoulders.

“i need to keep you warm for a bit,” he explains when you try and push it away, “you’ll get too cold now.”

“you can’t keep me warm?” you suggest, timid. “if you want.”

“of course i will,” seungmin kisses the top of your head, “just drink for me first and we’ll cuddle and talk. how does that sound?”

you hum slowly, watching him lean over the nightstand and grab your water bottle. he opens it with one hand, as his other one is captured by you, and brings it up to your lips.

you move your head back after a few sips, but seungmin shakes his head with a small tsk. “more, bubs.” you grunt. “more, more. come on.”

you roll your eyes before you relent, finishing half the bottle. seungmin puts it to the side, delicately wiping the few drops that reached your chin.

he brings his free hand around your shoulder, squeezing it lightly as he brings your interlocked hands to his chest. you feel his heart beating, loud and steady, and it clears your head enough to feel grounded.

“we won’t talk about it now if you don’t want to,” he says, voice soft and low, “but thank you for safe wording.”

“thank you?” you ask, surprised.

“yes,” he says, simply. “thank you for keeping my bubs safe when i didn’t notice.”

“no, no,” you say quickly, panic tingling your fingers, “you didn’t, it wasn’t—“

“—we’re not talking about it now,” he states. “we’re resting.”

you pull yourself closer to him, burrowing in his neck. he smells safe, and comforting, and you sigh heavily against his skin. seungmin presses a soft kiss to your temple, running his hand up and down your shoulder.

“can i have a kiss?” you ask.

“god,” he sighs, “why are you so obsessed with me?”

you giggle at him, squeezing his hand before saying, “you’re so annoying.”

he brings your lips together softly, kissing you for a moment before pulling away to look at you. his puppy eyes aren’t that worried anymore—instead, they’re full of admiration.

“you did really well tonight, bubs. so well.”

“i didn’t, you don’t have to—“ he brings a finger to your lips, shushing you sweetly.

“i’ll decide that,” he states simply, “my bubs, my decision.”

[seunievrse-recs]

minghao is definitely so good at sex he makes it hard to stay quiet so one time when you guys are doing “things” in his room at the dorms some of the guys get back and are sitting in the living room that’s outside minghao’s room and they’re being pretty rowdy but you’re trying so hard not to make noises (cuz you guys don’t wanna stop you already both got super worked up) but he makes it SO hard and he hasn’t even put his dick in u yet

minghao’s in distress. he’s so hard it hurts. he wants to do nothing more than fuck you like you deserve but you’re already moaning like a pornstar and all he’s doing is fingering you. even with his hand clamped over your mouth, little whimpers and whines still somehow manage to slip past and it’s enough to make him wary. his members are right outside in the living room playing video games. they could easily hear you and that’s the last thing minghao wants. he doesn’t need them… imagining you like this. that’s for him and him alone.

“baby, you have to be quiet, remember?” he whispers, slowing the pace of his fingers.

“s-sorry. can’t help it,” you mumble in reply.

“i know. just try for me? please?”

you nod and he starts to go faster again, only for you to end up exactly where you started. he can tell you’re trying your best to not to be loud, but it’s just not going your way. minghao frets at his bottom lip, trying to figure out how he’s gonna tell you he can’t fuck you right now— not with the guys so close by.

“hao, ‘m close,” you choke out and your boyfriend panics, suddenly stuck between letting you cum on his fingers or pulling them away and ruining your orgasm. does he take the risk or play it safe?

unfortunately, the decision is made for him because he doesn’t act fast enough. damn his slow reflexes. you’re cumming all over his hand with a yelp and string of curses, trembling as he fucks you through it (figures he might as well since it’s already too late).

“oh god,” you moan lowly, covering your face with your arm. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “was it good?”

“so good,” you sigh happily. “i-i want more, though. but i know i won’t be able to stay quiet, especially now that i’m so sensitive.”

minghao shrugs and strips himself of his shirt, wiping his fingers on it and dropping it on the floor in a pile with all of your discarded clothes. “i mean, they already know what we’re doing,” he reasons as he pushes his sweats down to free his cock. “why not give them a show?“

[seunievrse-recs]

imagine changbin thrusting up into your hands while he sits naked on a couch with his hands behind his head. his sweat and the lube mixing all over his body with the light making his skin look like glass.

You already know i think of binnie as a pretty boy. A pretty, gorgeous boy who's a simp for his s/o. You want him naked? Done. You want his hands behind his head? Done. Want him to watch as the little makeshift hole you made with your little hand sturggles to fit his whole coke can of a cock? Done. He's gonna be so good. So so so good but it doesn't stop you from riding him the moment his cum is spurting out from his cock, wanting nothing more than to overstimulate him until he cries

[seunievrse-recs]

[2:22am]

It was late. 

It was so fucking late and Soonyoung had no idea why his doorbell was ringing. When did people lose their manners? Did their parents not teach them that they shouldn’t show up at someone’s house at - he paused for a second to check the clock on his nightstand - 2:22am? 

When it started, he didn’t immediately get up. He hoped it would be just teenagers pulling a not-funny prank. Soonyoung didn’t have a stick up his ass. He usually understood the humor of ringing a stranger’s doorbell. But not today. Not at this hour. Not when he just managed to fall asleep. 

He waited for the first couple of rings to calm down, but that didn’t happen. They just kept coming and coming and coming. Soonyoung had to get up and make it all stop. This would soon wake Haru, the cute toddler from 17B. He didn’t want that.

Gathering every little bit of strength he had in his body, battery closer and closer to shutting down, he removed the blanket from his body. Soonyoung rubbed his eyes while he sat up on his bed, sighing in frustration.

Two seconds of silence.

Nope. Still there.

A loud groan escaped him as he finally stood up, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist and torso exposed. Despite being about only 10% awake, Soonyoung knew he couldn’t open the door half-naked. The first thing he saw was a white long-sleeved shirt thrown by the end of his bed, which he put on before making his way down the hallway. 

His eyes were barely open and his footsteps were heavy. The noise had calmed down a little, the ringing of the doorbell being replaced by incessant knocking. Jesus fucking christ. He just hoped that, whoever this was, they had a really good reason to be doing this to him.

Soonyoung didn’t know what he was expecting when he opened the door, but what he saw wasn’t it.

“Hi,” you said, voice a tiny bit slurred. You were dressed up, and he assumed you went there straight from the club. Your mascara was smudged, but not to the point where he thought you had been crying. You had a little grin on your lips, which were still painted red, even though the lipstick had started to fade.

He thought you looked incredible.

Despite still being slightly annoyed and half asleep, Soonyoung was physically incapable of not smiling at the mere sight of you. “Hi?”

“Can I come in?” You asked, acting as if you didn’t know the answer. He had never not allowed you in his space - physically or in any other way that could possibly mean.

He could see you were drunk - or maybe tipsy was a better word - and he was struggling to understand why you had ditched your friends during a night out and ended up at his place. The last text Soonyoung got from you, which had been over two hours ago, had a silly selfie and reported you were having fun. 

When you knew someone for more years than you can count on two hands alone, you just… knew them. Especially if you’re as close as the two of you were. Soonyoung could read you like a book, anywhere, anytime. Yet, now, it was like you were a puzzle he had never seen a single piece. 

Soonyoung moved to the side to give you space, a small giggle escaping him, “Yeah, sorry.” You passed by him and he could still smell your perfume. He bought it for you years ago and you never stopped using it. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh!” There was no wavering in your voice. No signs of distress. Nothing. “Yeah, all good.” 

You walked around his place as if it were your own and he loved it. You sat down on the couch while Soonyoung still stood somewhat awkwardly by the now-closed door. 

“You know I love you and I mean this in the nicest of ways but,” he scratched the back of his neck, “why are you here?”

Thinking about it now, it all seemed so stupid. So simple, too. You were asked a question and you decided he needed to hear the answer, even if he wasn’t the inquisitor.

“Who are you texting?” Jihyo asked, voice loud and yet barely audible through the bass-boosted music.

The smile on your face probably made it evident, but you still responded. “Soonyoung.”

She rolled her eyes. “When are you gonna tell him?”

You didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made you realize that your feelings for Soonyoung had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety. 

You were pretty sure it was reciprocated. You knew him too well. You knew how he acted when he liked someone. Still, timing was important and you didn’t want to mess any of this up.

“I don’t think it’s time just yet.”

Two hours later, and once everyone had consumed more shots of soju than the average person could handle, you were all sitting by one of the booths in the club. 

“I have a question,” Yujin said, giggling in her seat, hands moving in excitement. God, you absolutely loved drunk-induced conversations. “If the world would end right now, who would you want to be with?”

But now, now that you had to explain to him why you were there, you felt like maybe this was a bad idea. So you lied.

“Just didn’t feel like going home.”

Soonyoung knew that wasn’t it. If you had a choice, you’d always prefer to go home after a night out. You had a routine for days like these - go home, shower, drink some Coke to soothe the hangover, and sleep. Not that you couldn’t do that in his place (he always kept a can of Coke in his fridge just in case), but you’d choose yours if you could. Especially as you always said his mattress was way too stiff.

But it was late and he was tired and he didn’t have the energy right now. So all he did was nod. “Wanna go take a shower?”

You smiled his favorite smile and his heart got ten times bigger. “Yes please.”

When Soonyoung found himself under the covers again, it was 3am, and you were by his side.

You had been there countless times before. Sharing a bed with him wasn’t a novelty. Still, something was different. Nothing grand, but still noticeable. 

Maybe it was you - plural you. 

You could feel it. 

Soonyoung’s curtains weren’t the best, so the moonlight managed to make its way to the sides of your face. He thought you had never looked more beautiful. Mesmerizing.

He wondered if he should tell you.

Soonyoung didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made him realize that his feelings for you had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety. 

Soonyoung was pretty sure it was reciprocated. He knew you too well. He knew how you acted when you liked someone. Still, timing was important and he didn’t want to mess any of this up.

So he decided it was not the time just yet.

“Comfy?” He asked, hand rubbing your arm through his tiger-printed blanket - a gift from you.

“Yeah. The mattress feels softer for some reason.” 

Soonyoung hummed in acknowledgment, a yawn escaping him right after.

Silence.

You were the one to break it seconds later. “I didn’t actually come here because I didn’t wanna go home.”

A faint laugh escaped him, eyes getting smaller as he smiled, “I know.” He brushed the hair out of your face and you could feel goosebumps forming in your arms. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Wanna tell me why?”

“It’s stupid, really.” He loved when you laughed like that. 

“Try me.”

“Fine,” you took a deep breath, biting the insides of your cheek for a moment. “We were having those drunk, sentimental conversations, you know?” Soonyoung nodded. - the two of you had shared countless of those. “And Yujin, she asked us this question.”

“Okay?”

He took some time to try and read your stare.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Were you about to—

“It was something like, if the world ended at that moment, who we’d want to be with.” 

“Oh,” another chuckle. “Interesting question.”

So maybe you weren’t about to tell him how you fell. Thank god. This just really wasn’t the time. 

Still, Soonyoung caught himself hoping you had said his name as a response.

It was your turn to nod. 

More silence. 

“My answer was you.” Your voice was soft, almost shy, barely a whisper. If Soonyoung wasn’t mere inches away, he probably would have missed it. “So I just,” a sigh, “I just wanted you to know that.”

You said it as if it was a secret. As if your friends hearing you say what you said earlier was meaningless if he didn’t hear it himself. And despite your tone, you didn’t sound hesitant. 

You weren’t gonna talk about it now. It really wasn’t the time. But when his name left your lips hours earlier, you just felt like he had to hear it. Not everything. Not yet. But that, at least. Kinda like a sneak peek.

Soonyoung smiled your smile, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek, lips oh so slightly brushing at the corner of yours. 

More silence. 

Did he even get it?

“Wanna know what would be my answer?” Another nod. “You.”

Maybe Soonyoung would tell you in the morning. With proper words and proper gestures. 

The way the stars in your eyes sparkled at his words gave him butterflies. So many of them. Countless. 

Confirmation.

Yeah, Soonyoung would definitely tell you in the morning.

a/n: random and absolutely not proofread and just . yeah . just very silly and cheesy :/ and kinda cute :/ i was just pretty obsessed with this soonyoung so i had to do something. it's kinda different to write him outside mmf? anyway. hope you'll like it !!!! feel free to stop by my askbox with thoughts and comments hehe

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mingyu the type of person who can’t stand 5 minutes of getting head bc looking up at him with doe eyes is just WAY too much like poor guy loves it but he’d much rather be in you and making you feel good :(((

mingyu would genuinely be so in love with you that like, having you look up at him like that???? having your eyes sparkle when your throat constricts around his pathetic length? He would fall in love over and over again, constantly needing more, more, more from you.

He asks for a blowjob, you give it to him good as always, within five minutes he needs more. Not just for him, but because he can't get enough of knowing he's the one who gets to make you feel good.

He's inside of you, clinging to you as he slides himself in as deep as he can go, over and over again...within another five minutes, he's going insane because he can't somehow bury his cock deeper, he can't make you feel more of him. All he can do is go harder, faster, or perhaps slower. All he can do is try and see how much you moan for him and decide if he can settle with the fact that this is the closest he can ever be to you.

obsessed boyfriend mingyu is something I need, I think.

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randomly gifting seungcheol like a photobook basically of pictures of you that are all suggestive (some way more than others) but it starts out with nice and cute pictures of you guys for the first few pages

since it’s his birthday… (edit: since it was his birthday)

“baby.” seungcheol pouts up at you from where he’s sitting on the bed, hands smoothing over the cover of the book he’d just unwrapped.

on the cover is a picture of the both of you, taken by dk on a night you were all out together. you’re sitting on seungcheol’s lap on a park bench underneath a big oak tree adorned with twinkling lights. he has his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. it’s your favorite photo of the two of you and you’ve been wanting to get it framed for a while so putting it on the cover of your boyfriend’s birthday present seemed like an obvious choice.

“i know it’s kind of cheesy…” you say shyly.

“no, it’s perfect. i love it.” he reaches out for one of your hands to squeeze. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome.”

you spend the next few seconds looking at each other like lovesick idiots before your impatience gets the better of you and you ask, “well, are you going to open it or what?”

he clicks his tongue. “just give me a second!”

“you’ve had several seconds! just look through it already!”

your boyfriend chuckles but gives in, making a big show of flipping open the cover. there’s a sweet note on the inside that had been photocopied to match your handwriting. seungcheol reads it to himself and then flips the page. he takes his time looking at every photo, likely letting the memory of each wash over him like you had when you picked them out.

there are pictures from dates— to the museum, to local restaurants, to bars… pictures of trips you took together, pictures from when you moved in together… your first apartment and all the ones after that.

you can tell seungcheol is trying not to cry which makes you start to second guess the other half of the book because it isn’t as… wholesome.

maybe you should have gotten two books.

you can tell when he gets to the middle when he furrows his eyebrows. you’d tried to ease the transition from sweet to spicy with a picture of you both in bed. you’re under the covers but you can tell you’re naked from your bare shoulders peeking out. you figured it was just suggestive enough to not give your boyfriend a heart attack when he got to what’s next.

“what…” his eyes get wide. “oh.”

flip.

“oh my god… baby,” he murmurs.

flip.

“are the rest of them… like this?”

“why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“maybe i want to save them for later.”

“later? why?”

“because the first three pages of this section were just you in lingerie and i’m already getting hard and we have dinner reservations in thirty minutes.”

you smirk. “you can’t handle a few provocative photos?”

“i can, but knowing you these pictures are going to turn into full on porn by the end of this book. tell me i’m wrong.”

you purse your lips and clasp your hands behind your back. “i can’t do that.”

“so fucking predictable,” seungcheol muses.

“but i want you to look at the rest!”

“baby, i just told you what would happen! these pants are already tight enough.”

“maybe i could help with that,” you suggest, quirking an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“what do you mean?”

instead of answering with words, you sink to your knees in front of him.

“keep looking at your present,” you insist as you unbuckle his belt. “i’ll take care of the rest.”

[seunievrse-recs]

sugarcoat ⭐️ boo seungkwan

PAIRING: boo seungkwan / afab reader WORD COUNT: 2k RATING: 18+ (explicit smut)

Seungkwan is sickeningly sweet.

warnings under the cut ⋆˚☆˖°

SMUT WARNINGS: seungkwan is a sub!, pet names (baby, baby boy, good boy, sweetie), a tiny bit of degradation, making out, oral (m. and f. receiving), face sitting, ass eating /runs away/, unprotected sex, creampie

✉ i am lowkey embarrassed to publish this but its self indulgent so whatever okay...! as always, hoping at least one other person enjoys this :o)

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

You watch the clock on the wall pass through the seconds as you sit and wait. The crisp white bedsheets underneath you feel cool against your skin.

A sudden but quiet knock on the door makes you jump a bit, immediately hopping off of the bed to open it. You slowly crack the door open and peek through the space.

“Hi baby,” you greet your boyfriend with a grin. Seungkwan steps toward you and pulls you into a hug, not even bothering to take his face mask off. You laugh to yourself and pat him on his head.

Once he pulls back, you slip his mask off and plant a quick kiss on his lips. You take a moment to look at him. His eyes are lidded, and his cheeks are prettily flushed.

“’m tired,” he tells you with a pout that makes you coo. You feel the urge to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him until he passes out.

“Let’s go to sleep, okay?” you take his hand and start to lead him to the bed. “Do you wanna shower first?”

“No,” he replies with a shake of his head. “Already showered after the performance.”

He sits down on the bed next to you as you watch him curiously. Your thumb strokes along his knuckles, and you swear that you can see his cheeks flush even more pink.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he mumbles suddenly and looks at you. “I need you.”

You swallow at his words, your eyes drawn to how his tongue flicks out to wet his lips.

“Need me?” you ask, wanting him to say more. The dynamic between you and Seungkwan flip flops regularly, and you can always tell when he wants to be taken care of. He turns timid and his temper seems to diminish drastically.

“You know what I’m saying,” he replies with a glare away from you. You hum, your hand slowly moving from his hand and up his arm. His eyes are now locked on the movement of your hand as he stays still.

“You’re so slow,” Seungkwan tells you with a nearly inaudible scoff. Yet, he stays still — waiting for you to do all the work. His attitude makes your insides flare, igniting a small urge to absolutely ruin him.

“Okay,” you reply, complacency clear in your tone. Once he realizes that you’ll do what he wants, you feel the tension in the room rise. You get a closer look at his face; he still has traces of glittery eye makeup and smudged eyeliner on.

You lean forward, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Your fingers wrap around his wrist, squeezing ever so slightly. He moans into your mouth at the simple touch. After a few moments of kissing, he pulls back with hitched breath.

“Undress me,” he tells you, his dark eyes shining. The contradiction between his neediness and demanding words makes your pussy clench around nothing. You shift your attention to the t-shirt and sweats he has on.

“You look so pretty,” you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. You take the hem of his shirt in your hands and pull it upwards and over his head, tossing it to the side. The sweet scent of his shampoo invades your senses and makes your heart skip. You shed your own robe, leaving yourself totally naked.

You watch Seungkwan’s eyes flutter closed as you gently run your hand over his toned torso. His muscles tighten beneath your touch and he groans.

“Touch me more,” he urges and you bite your lip, purposely ignoring his request to instead straddle his lap and lay him down onto the bed. A surprised gasp leaves his mouth as your bodies make contact.

Once his hands timidly approach your waist, you quickly grab him by both wrists and push them down next to his head.

“Feeling like you’re in charge tonight?” you ask him with a smirk. You watch his expression shift to surprise at your words.

“You’re lucky that I actually like when you’re bossy,” you continue, playfully looking down at him. With a sudden boost of confidence, you feel Seungkwan thrust his hips up to grind against your own. You can’t deny just how sexy he looks, trying to rub against you with his hands still restrained by yours.

“I want your mouth on me, baby,” he tells you, voice still laced with a domineering tone. You know exactly what he wants.

You begin to slide down his body, eventually getting to his pants and pulling them off. Even though his wrists are no longer being held down, he keeps them in the same position. His hard cock springs out, and he moans at the sensation. You almost drool over how thick it looks.

You grasp at his thick thighs, unable to help yourself. You squeeze them, and then not so gently run your nails down the flesh. Seungkwan’s cock twitches at the feeling, betraying his pained gasp.

“Why are you always so rough?” he asks with an annoyance that makes you roll your eyes.

“Like you’re not the one constantly begging for it?” you reply, leaving a bite on his thigh. The action draws out a stilted moan from him that makes you smirk. Deciding he’s had enough, you move your hands to push his legs back.

You finally take your tongue and run it along the length of his leaking cock, drinking in the sounds that he makes. You lick up the small amount of precum beading from the head, moaning at the taste.

“Put your tongue on me,” Seungkwan suddenly orders, his breath hitching. You bite your lip, trying to hide your own eagerness.

“And lick you… where?” you ask with a false curiosity. “I already licked your cock.”

“You know where,” he replies, throwing his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. The desire to make him say more is strong, but you decide to let it go for the moment.

You flatten your tongue, running it from his sensitive hole to the end of his length. His whine is so loud that it makes your legs rub together in an effort to find some relief of your own.

“More, need more,” he whimpers, and you give him just that.

You move one hand to wrap around his throbbing cock, focusing your mouth on his hole. You begin licking while you move your hand to stroke his length. One of his hands moves down to rest on the back of your head, fingers twitching against you.

You practically lap your tongue at his sensitive spot, happily listening to him fall apart under you. His cock, almost resting on your face, twitches repeatedly in response.

Removing your hold on his erection, you place both hands on his ass and dig your fingers into the flesh. The whimper that leaves Seungkwan almost sounds like a sob.

“I love your ass so much,” you tell him, glancing at his face. He looks so fucking good like this, his head thrown back to the pillow and his whole body flushed.

“It’s so nice,” you continue, urging him to fluster even more. “I could worship you all day. You would like that, wouldn’t you baby?”

“Just s-shut up,” he replies, voice cracking. You hum, returning to tongue at his ass. After a few more minutes of eating him out, you pull back and smile at him.

“Now it’s my turn, yeah?” you say, crawling on top of him. “Lay down.”

He adjusts his body, laying completely down and resting his head back on the pillow. You settle on his chest, gently pulling his head forward to look at you.

“I’m gonna ride your face, and you’re gonna make me cum,” you tell him, watching him lick his lips. “Right, baby boy?”

Seungkwan swallows, and nods eagerly. You smile sweetly, moving your body upwards to actually sit on his face and place your pussy on his mouth.

“Mmm,” he moans and places his hands on your ass to pull you even closer. You sigh, finally getting some relief from the arousal you’ve been feeling all night. You grip his hair, beginning to rock against his face.

He practically drowns in your pussy, opening his mouth wide enough to lather you with his tongue. His constant groans vibrate against your core, intensifying your pleasure.

After getting so worked up throughout the night, you can tell your orgasm is coming quickly.

“Your tongue is so good,” you say with a moan as you throw your head back. Seungkwan closes his eyes, flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit. “Gonna cum, Kwannie!”

You swear you can feel him smirk against you, probably amused with how quickly he made you cum. Your hips stutter against him, pressing impossibly close to his mouth.

The knot in your stomach unravels, and you cum all over his face. You let out a string of curses and moans, continuing to rut against him while he sucks on your cunt.

“Oh,” you flinch after feeling a bit of sensitivity. You lift yourself off of him, settling down next to him to catch your breath. Then, your eyes wander to his stiff, throbbing cock and you feel a bolt of arousal hit you.

“You haven’t cum yet, sweetie,” you tell Seungkwan, facing him and cooing.

He gives you a dazed nod and glances away shyly.

“Bet you wanna fuck me now, hmm?”

His response is a moan so quiet that you almost don’t hear it, licking his lips to taste your remaining wetness.

“Let me fuck you,” he tells you, rolling over to position himself on top of you. His eyes stare down at you, unrelenting and confident.

You almost give in. Almost.

“Ask nicely,” you reply with an evil smile. You can feel the tip of his cock resting at your entrance — he could easily thrust inside of you right now… but you know he wants to beg.

“Need to be inside you,” he begins, the pretty blush on his cheeks returning. “Please? I-I’ve been… so good.”

You watch his bratty resolve fade, turning into need. Your hand gently caresses the side of his face, and you can practically feel him vibrating with excitement.

“Fuck me, Kwannie.”

With permission granted, Seungkwan immediately pushes inside of you, your walls twitching around him. You both moan in unison, the pleasure hitting you immediately.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” he says with a little gasp as he begins thrusting. You catch a glance at him and your cunt throbs at the sight — his black hair plastered against his forehead with sweat, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“My pretty baby,” you praise him. “You’re only good for fucking me like this, hmm?”

His eyes widen and his hips stutter inside of you before he nods shyly. You bite your lip and grin, knowing how much he secretly enjoys being picked on. Your fingers comb through his sweaty hair, pushing it back until you can see his face fully.

“I always love when you come back after a performance. You’re always so needy and cute, full of pent up energy,” you tell him with a teasing voice.

You watch his eyes flutter closed, his breath quickening. With the way his cock is throbbing, you know he’s close.

“Gonna cum already?” you ask him and he whines loudly. “Go ahead, fill me up.”

Seungkwan thrusts once more, his cock driving deep inside of you before he pauses. You feel his warm seed spill inside of you as he moans your name. He continues cumming until you can feel it overflow from your entrance.

“My good boy,” you coo and run your hand along his back. You let out a surprised giggle when he collapses on top of you.

“I’m never getting up again,” he mumbles, face smushed up against your neck. You sigh, lightly scratching your nails along his skin.

“I’m sure your company would love that,” you reply and he snorts out a laugh.

“Worth it,” Seungkwan says before settling his head next to you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay right here with you,” you conclude before giving him a peck on the cheek.

You listen to the clock on the wall tick away as you fall asleep with him.

♡ taglist: @fairieboos | @wheeintaer ♡

[seunievrse-recs]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - han jisung x gn!afab reader (side lee minho x gn!afab reader)

wc: 5.6k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: best friends fuckin, gender neutral pronouns used but reader is afab, jisung being stupid, minho being slay, smut warnings under the cut!

synopsis: after spending a night with the man of your dreams, your best friend won’t look you in the eyes or reply to your texts. what did you do wrong? nothing - he just wants you.

a/n: part two of the fratboy series!! i really hope you guys enjoy this one bc bratty ji means so much to me :D

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sw: ji is a brat, reader is dom in this one, READER IS MEAN (JISUNG LOVES IT), face slapping, oral (reader rec), dirty talk, degradation (ji rec), pussy drunk!jisung, cum eating, slight edging (both)?

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You woke up the next morning feeling incredibly satiated, for once in your life. Minho had managed to fulfill a lot of kinks that you didn’t even know you had, realistically, and you praised yourself for being so dumb to announce that you wanted to be his sex slave last night. The dominant man had given you more than enough attention, and you knew you’d want to come back for more. 

Waking up in Minho’s bed didn't feel strange, weirdly enough. He’d headed out early, and left you a little plate consisting of a tall glass of water and a snack with a note saying that he had to leave for his shift at work, and that he was sorry. You grinned at the note. He was courteous enough to do that even after fucking your brains out the night before. You’d eaten the snack - a simple assortment of fruits - and downed the water, before heading home for the day. 

After a shower and a clean outfit a lot more casual than what you’d worn the night before, you felt fresh and ready. Well, as fresh and ready as you could be considering you’d tried to phone and text your best friend multiple times since leaving the frat house and he’d literally been ignoring you.

You blinked down at your phone, seeing another text sent by you to Jisung that had simply been left on read. You’d even tried to phone him, but he’d let it go straight to the answering machine. After the third ‘this is legendary rapper J.One, spit bars after the beep’, your patience had run thin. You were confused, obviously, because what the fuck had you done to bother him so much? He was fine with you sleeping with Minho last night, and he honestly had no right to be angry about it when him and Felix had been so fucking persistent about it. Speaking of, you wondered if the resident sunshine had any idea what you’d done to the other member of your triad. 

You quickly went onto the contacts app, clicking Felix’s name that was fortunately close to the top, given your late night group FaceTimes with Jisung. He answered almost immediately. 

“Hey, angel. What’s up?”

You blanched. You hadn’t gotten this far in your plan. “Hey, Lix. I was just wondering, um… have I done something to annoy Jisung? He’s like, completely leaving me on read when I text him and he’s refusing to answer any calls.”

Felix went silent at the end of the line. “Oh, right. Yeah.”

“... What does that mean?” 

“His room is next to Minho’s, you know, and he was in bed when you fucked Minho. He woke up not too long after you put him to bed,” his deep voice was anything but comforting. “He heard everything.”

“Oh. Okay. Why is this a problem?” You three knew everything and anything about each other, and you’d literally exposed your undying lust for his older frat brother the night before. What’s the big deal? Also, given the state Jisung was in last night, you were honestly shocked he remembered hearing anything, let alone actually waking up. You’d actually thought he’d be out for the count, sleeping all day and nursing a horrific hangover after too many of his Hanji Supremes.

“Well, you know Ji. He’s insanely horny. It turned him on and now he’s terrified to look into your eyes because he’s thinking about it.”

Oh. Oh. He was thinking about you and Minho? Was it Minho he was focused on, or you? You went silent on the line, and after a few times of Felix repeating your name to get your attention, you finally answered. 

“Right. Right, yeah. That makes sense. Thanks for clearing that up, Lix,” you replied, still quiet. You weren’t too sure how to address it. “What do I do?”

Felix’s deep chuckle resounded over your tinny phone speakers. “Apart from fucking him senseless, I don’t think anything else could help him here unfortunately.”

You raised your eyebrows. Had you thought about that before, fucking your best friend? Of course you had. You were no stranger to Jisung’s sexual preferences in bed, knowing that he liked to be a brat and be treated a little meanly by someone powerful. ‘A little’ being an understatement, actually. It was something you were no stranger to, and honestly, you knew that if you ever wanted no-strings-attached sex, it would be Jisung you’d go to. No thought needed on that one. You knew Felix was probably joking, but it was making you think on the topic. Could you do it? Could you fuck your best friend?

Yeah. Yeah, you could. It had you wondering if Minho would mind, but you quickly shook that thought out of your head. You’re not together. You can have a bit of no-strings-attached sex with your friend.

You hummed, nodding. “Okay. I can do that.”

“W-Wait, Y/N, I was-” You hung up the line, a determined set to your jaw. You were gonna go to that frat house and find out what the fuck had gotten up Jisung’s ass - if Felix was right, then he was going to have the time of his life. If he was wrong, then you had another situation to solve, which would be no problem. You had some weird feeling that Felix was right, though.

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You arrived at the frat house, narrowing your eyes at the front door. Something about it seemed so offending to you. The fact that one of your two best friends was in there right now, wallowing in loathe and hatred for you just because he wanted you to be mean to him? You could do that. You knew that you could be a little mean. You also knew that you were making some vast assumptions. You swung open the door, not caring about knocking, and started to storm up the stairs to Jisung’s room.

“Damn, Y/N, back for more already-” You ignored Seungmin’s quip as you stormed up the stairs, and swung open Jisung’s bedroom door. It was messy, as usual, clothes strewn everywhere that were probably both dirty and clean. Random cans of pop were sitting on his desk and his skateboard was propped up against the wall, looking like it had seen better days. His bed wasn’t even made. You resisted the urge to chastise him on the mess and instead stared straight at his sitting figure, hunched over the desk staring at his laptop, his large over-ear headphones resting on his head. The music production major hadn’t even noticed you’d come in, head bobbing to the beat blasting through the headphones. He was in work mode. 

Fuck work mode. You stormed over, ripping the dark blue headphones off his head and throwing them onto the desk. He turned to you, round eyes immediately widening further and jaw dropping slightly. His cheeks had already begun to burn crimson. You felt a bit bad, sighing at his facial expression. You were becoming soft already. “Sungie, honey, what’s wrong? What did I do?”

“I-” Jisung stared at you. He was unable to form words, tugging at the sleeves of his oversized black hoodie. “Nothing. I didn’t expect- why- you’re here?”

You raised your eyebrows. You weren’t too convinced that Felix was right anymore, with Jisung being a ball of nerves and anxiety in front of your very eyes. You immediately started rambling, unable to stop yourself. “Yes, I’m here, because my best friend was leaving my texts on seen and wasn’t picking up my calls. Which you never do, you can’t ever shut the fuck up. You can’t blame me for thinking I’ve done something wrong here, Sungie. You didn’t seem to mind last night, and I’m sorry if I made it weird by sleeping with Minho, but-”

“N-No!” Jisung stammered out. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his joggers, before throwing his head in his hands and sighing. He looked about five seconds away from kicking out his feet and screaming. “Not done anything wrong. You haven’t, I mean. I have.”

You were no stranger to Jisung when he was like this, stumbling over words and not able to get his point across. You sat cross legged on the floor in front of him, just patiently waiting, speaking with a soft voice. “Just tell me, Sungie. Is it something we can fix?”

“Yeah. No. Yeah. Okay. Maybe. Like, so… you’re gonna think I’m a freak.”

“I always think you’re a freak, Jisung.”

Jisung scoffed, flicking your forehead. He spun on the computer chair to face you. “Shut up. Do you want to know or not?” You nodded eagerly, resting your hands on his knees. He looked at your hands as if they’d offended him, as if they’d framed him for murder or something. “I- I- Okay. Okay! Haha. Yeah. Okay, so basically, I heard you and Minho last night. Room’s next door, y’know?”

You pursed your lips. “Makes sense. Thin walls.”

“Thin walls,” Jisung agreed, nodding. He looked dazed, eyes fixating on the wall behind you. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands in hesitation. “It’s just- you know. Minho was mean.”

“Y-Yeah.” You tried to avoid thinking of last night with Minho as if it hadn’t plagued your dreams afterwards anyway. In reality, you were getting sick of this conversation. Surely he could give you a little more here? You weren’t a mind reader.

“Yeah. He was mean. I guess it… yeah, okay, it turned me on. I wanted to be… like that,” Jisung mumbled. He was still staring at the wall, but his eyes were narrower, as if he was really focusing on something. Probably the memory of what he’d heard. “Not like Minho. I wanted to be like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You… wanted to be like me? With Minho? That’s okay, Jisung-”

“No!” He practically screamed, jolting up off the chair. He started to pace, running his hands through his hair even more, before shaking his head. He pointed at you with an incriminating stare. “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed. But I was thinking of you as Minho, and me as you. You get me?”

You almost gasped out loud. So, Felix was right. “Y-You want me to be… mean to you, Jisung?”

Jisung stopped pacing. He was almost vibrating with nerves and excitement. “I- Yeah. Yeah, I do. I know it’s weird, because you’re my best friend, but I-”

You found yourself speaking before you’d even planned on saying anything. “Did that get you all hot last night, Sungie? Did you jerk off hearing me and Minho, and wishing it was me being nasty to you?”

Jisung blinked. For a moment, you thought you’d gone too far, and his round eyes simply stared directly into your soul. You began to speak, to apologize, to say anything to diffuse the tension, but Jisung was shifting on his spot, jumping from foot to foot. He started pulling at his joggers, lithe fingers yanking the fabric every which way and- oh.

Oh. He was hard. Painfully so.

It hit you then, how much you wanted your best friend. You’d always been attracted to him, you weren’t blind, but you’d always strictly put each other in the friendzone. Maybe some friendly fun could be okay? It was convincing when he stood in front of you, all messy chestnut hair and pouty lips that begged to be kissed, maybe even bitten. He was pitching what looked like a very uncomfortable tent in his joggers, sweater paws pulling at the cotton uncomfortably. 

You let out a breath of air, staring at his bulge. If you squinted just right, you could probably see the definition of it. “… J-Ji, do you want to…?”

“God, Y/N, please.” With those words, you shot up from your seated position and pushed him up against the wall, his back hitting it with an almost silent thud. He gripped your shirt immediately, clenching his fingers tight around the cotton and looking as if he was going to burst out of his own skin at the anticipation. You slammed your lips together, teeth clacking and making the kiss not at all friendly but the whine Jisung let out was worth it. You could smell his cologne, something that smelled faintly of flowers but still so Jisung. 

He breathed heavily into the kiss as you pressed your tongue into his mouth, using one hand to reach up and pull on his hair softly. He whined again at this, hips just barely moving forward from the wall in an attempt to gain friction. Desperate, you mused, and the revelation didn’t shock you at all. You pressed your body further against his, pinning him against the wall covered in miscellaneous rap posters and hearing the paper crinkle behind him. You pulled away from the kiss, just letting your head stay close to his so that your wet lips were still brushing against his pouty ones to tease him. It worked - he looked like he was about to die if you didn’t kiss him again.

Tentatively, you took your hand from his hair and moved it downwards to wrap around his neck, squeezing the sides. You could feel his heartbeat, quick and heavy against your fingertips. His cheeks were flaming, bright crimson and his chest heaving underneath the thick fabric of his hoodie.

“P-Please. Please, I- Been good, I’ve not been bad, not been a bad boy-“ You huffed at his babbling, shoving your free hand down his joggers. When meeting the lack of boxers, you laughed internally. It was just so Jisung to work on music with no underwear on. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had nothing under his hoodie either. 

You tightened your fingers in a ring around the base of his length instantly, brushing past the smattering of dark hair on his pubic bone. He was thick, heavy in your hand and absolutely pulsing with need. He instantly let out a rather high pitched moan and writhed, trying to fuck into the tight ring you’d created around his cock. “You’ve not been bad, huh? Explain to me why such a good boy was jerking off to his best friends fucking last night then, Sungie.”

Jisung writhed, hands flying up to grip your shoulders. You started to jerk him off at a languid pace, taking your time and staring into his eyes. He looked like he was trying to answer, brain running a hundred miles per second but no words came out of his mouth, only incoherent babbles. You raised your eyebrows mockingly. “Good boys fucking answer when they’re asked a question.”

Jisung simply blinked at you, unabashed moans still tumbling out from his dropped jaw. His eyes were darting between your hand, still moving at a slow pace, and your eyes, soft but menacing. You tore your hand away, his fingers immediately digging into your shoulders in protest.

“N-No! No, didn’t- I didn’t mean to, was just- hnng.” He was struggling to get his words out, toes curling in his socks against the carpeted floor and his eyes watering with tears. “Please. ‘M so hard, Y/N, please. Fuckin’- make me cum, Jesus-”

“I know you’re fucking hard, obviously I can see that. It’s pathetic,” you scoffed. “Get on the bed. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

The doe-eyed boy nodded frantically, throwing himself onto the bed. He sat down, gripping at the hem of his sweatpants. 

“Off. Take ‘em off,” he mumbled, staring up at you with a glint in his eye. Oh, he was doing this shit deliberately, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t he just take them off himself? “Please?”

“Fucking brat,” you muttered. You were in disbelief, in all honesty. Your best friend was a slut. It almost made you imagine what Felix was like in bed, if he’d be good for you or if he’d be an absolute brat like Jisung, or maybe he’d want you to be good for him like Minho did. You leaned forward, gripping his cheeks between your thumb and your index finger. His cheeks squished together comically, but he was still looking at you expectantly. You almost folded when you realized. “You want me to slap you?”

“Fucking- yes,” He groaned, trying to nod frantically, your fingers preventing him from doing so. You pulled your hand back, reaching back and delivering a slap to his round cheek. He immediately reeled with the sensation, bucking his hips up into thin air. “O-Oh. Yeah. Harder, harder, hit me harder-“

“You are so fucked up,” you said, in full shock. Your eyes were wide but you tried to hide it, shaking your head and sighing. You gave him another firm slap to his cheek, the same one, making him whine. “You are so fucked up, Jisung. You like being slapped in the face?”

He looked up at you, a stupid grin on his face. His cheek was smarting red from the abuse. “You’re even more fucked up. You like slapping me-“

You pushed him down by his shoulders, yanking his joggers off with one hand and keeping your other hand on his upper body to keep him still. He immediately yanked at the fabric of his hoodie, and you sighed, releasing your grip on him for him to pull that off too.

Immediately, planes of milky skin were exposed to you, the hinting of abs underneath his skin from gym nights with Changbin making you feel like you could drool. His cock laid hard against his tummy, hard and leaking amidst the hair adorning his pubic region. He was so fucking shameless. He was getting off from you hurting him, and being mean to him, and he didn’t give a fuck about it. 

Jisung smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. He leaned up on his forearms. “Like what you see?”

“Oh my God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Jisung shook his head at your words, still smiling. You rolled your eyes, pulling your t-shirt and sports bra off with ease and revealing your chest. His eyes immediately went down to the exposed skin, his smile dropping. It was your turn to smile. “Maybe if you’d have been good, I’d let you have them in your mouth. But no. You’re just fucking filthy, Jisung.”

Jisung looked up at you, chest heaving and flushed with a deep blush similar to the shocking color on his cheek. He’d started to shift around impatiently against his messy bedding. “Filthy. ‘M- Yeah. Yeah. I am. Sit on my cock now,” You narrowed your eyes at him writhing on the sheets. “Please?”

You scoffed. You wiggled your own joggers off, leaving your underwear covering your core. “You think it’s that easy? Not everyone gets as turned on as you so fucking fast. No, I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna at least try to put those lips to good use. It’s the only thing that’ll make you shut the fuck up.”

Jisung let out a squeal as you crawled up onto the bed, shuffling on your knees until your clothed core was right above his lips. He immediately latched his lips onto your clit, soaking the fabric with his spit while he sucked hard. His hands went up to your ass, gripping tightly - you allowed him to have that small success.

He was a lot more precise than you’d expected, licking over and over again at the fabric until it was sodden and practically falling off of your core. Maybe it was due to his rapper tongue. You’d been trying not to let out noises all the way through, simply letting out some pleased sighs and gasps when his tongue flicked a certain way. The fabric was restricting though, not allowing you to feel his tongue properly. 

“There you go, that’s good enough. You can move it to the side now baby,” Jisung nodded between your legs, slender fingers coming to hook into the hem of your underwear and revealing your core. You were briefly shocked he’d even listened to you. It had, admittedly, become wet all from you making out and touching his cock a little earlier, but you’d never admit it if you were to keep up this persona that he so desperately craved. He whined at tasting you properly, wide licks cleaning up the mess between your folds and making your thighs twitch at the sensation. 

He was moaning into your core, shifting his hips up as if he was chasing your hole when it wasn’t even above his cock. You heard him mumbling something in between licks and you lifted off, allowing him to speak.

“Just- Just, please, sit on my cock. Please. Look’it,” Jisung’s lips were covered in a clear sheen from your pussy, his eyes wet with tears. He looked thoroughly broken. He hadn’t even made you cum yet, you mused, but in a moment of relent you lifted yourself off of his face and turned to look at his cock. It did look pathetic, actually, laying against his tummy in a pool of dribbling precum and steadily still leaking more. His hands went to grip the sheets, trying to avoid pumping his cock. You felt for him, just a bit, because you didn’t think you had ever seen a cock that wet in your life. 

“Oh, baby, look at that,” you falsely cooed, dragging your fingers down to pick up some of the precum on his soft skin. He whined, nodding at your words. You pressed a finger into your mouth, watching Jisung stare at you intently while you hummed at the taste. It didn’t taste of much, just with a bit of a salty aftertaste. “That’s pathetic. Look at all that going to waste, huh?”

“‘S not- Can’t help it,” Jisung mumbled. You’d officially broken him, you thought. Gone was his bratty behavior and it was replaced with watering, big brown eyes and a quivering pouty bottom lip. “Need your pussy. It’s so wet, I know you need it too, I-“

You pressed your finger into the pool of precum again, coating your index and middle finger and pressing it into Jisung’s mouth to effectively shut him up. He moaned around your fingers, tongue swirling around the pads as if he was sucking a cock. You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head.

“Now that’s fucking filthy. Do you like tasting your own cum? That’s pathetic, Sungie,” Jisung moaned at your words, vibrating around your fingers in his mouth. He started to try to babble around your digits, making you pull your hand away from his face.

He licked his lips, panting. “Not cum. Haven’t cummed. It’s just wet ‘cause I need you to sit on it, ‘kay?” You sighed, acting disappointed.

“Hmm, I guess I could have some mercy. You gotta make me cum though, Sungie, or you’re not cumming. Does that sound okay to you?” You shimmied off your underwear, dumping it on the floor next to his clothes.

“Yeah! Yeah! I can make you cum, yep! You just gotta- it’s- sit on it, I mean, will fill you up-“ You moved again, straddling his hips and resting your hands on the hints of his abs, soft skin beneath your palms. You lowered your now naked core over his length, solid and hot in between your folds. You started grinding along his dick, and Jisung looked fit to burst. “Are you- please! I can’t take it anymore, ugh!”

You shook your head. “Fucking brat. Beg.”

“Yeah, please, fuck please! Please, please need your pussy on my cock, please. I know I don’t deserve it, I know I’ve been bad,” Jisung spoke all in one breath, leaning up on his forearms to look at you. Your teasing had now caused fat tears to actually fall from his eyes, making you feel a bit bad. Maybe you had wound him up enough. “Shouldn’t have- shouldn’t have cum to you and Minho, I know, but you- could hear you moaning and I-“

You cut him off, raising a little to grip his length and sinking down onto it in one go. You shut your eyes, clenching them tightly while you adjusted to the size that was now pulsing against your walls. He was thick. The angle made sure that he was stretching out your hole perfectly, not too much to be uncomfortable. It made you let out a pleased sigh. You hadn’t had this privilege with Minho, just sitting there and letting yourself adjust, but then you’d loved it-

Before you could begin moving, Jisung flipped you over, beginning to thrust into you frantically. You jolted at the movement, letting out a loud moan. “Jesus- Jisung!”

“S-Sorry, sorry, no- I need to, fucking hell- gotta cum,” he was fucking into you at a quick pace, babbling about how good you felt around him. He’d grabbed your hips, pulling you up to meet his thrusts while he just used you as his fucktoy, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Y-You filthy fucking boy, look at you. Give you a bit of pussy and you get all fucking delirious, it’s p-pathetic,” You managed to get out. Jisung let out a loud moan at that, hips faltering. “Can’t even fuck me right, can you?” 

“Yeah! I can, I can, I’ve had loads of pussy,” Jisung mumbled, shifting his hips a little bit to try and get a better angle. He was working hard to please you, and in all honesty it did feel really good, but he was clearly getting off on being told otherwise. With an extra shift of the angle inside of you, he was pounding into your g-spot, making you falter and groan out loudly. “There. There! Told you, can make- oh fuck- can make it feel good- hnnnnng!”

You could feel the slick slide of his cock into your pussy, thrusting in and out and him moaning louder as he felt it get wetter with your arousal. It was dirty, extremely messy especially as you both worked together, thrusting against each other desperately for release. You gripped his biceps, fingers digging into the muscles as moans started to fall out of your mouth unabashedly.

“Oh God, baby, my baby, gonna cum-“

“Sungie, Sungie, wait, let me…” you reached down with two fingers and started to rub against your clit, thighs twitching with pleasure. You rubbed fast and quick, merciless as you tried to reach your orgasm with your best friend. His thrusts were staccato, uneven, but you rubbing your clit made up for any lost pleasure in the change of tempo. 

You quickly felt your high fast approaching, biting up your spine with the energy of a supernova. Domming Jisung like this had turned you on beyond belief, and finally having him put some effort into fucking you - well, you knew it wouldn’t take long. Your fingers were slipping as they rubbed across your bundle of nerves, but you pressed harder into the button and let the ecstasy overtake you.

Your toes curled as you finally let go. You bit into your lip to try not to moan out too loud, but small moans and whimpers still left your mouth at the intense feeling. Jisung had surprisingly hung on to the edge, watching you intently as you came and slowing his hips to a slow grind so that he didn’t cum inside you. You let your hand fall to the side as your orgasm finally subsided, chest heaving and bottom lip bitten raw. 

Jisung pulled out, pumping his cock erratically. His breath was heavy, whines falling out as he used your cum as lubricant to let himself orgasm. “Baby, where do I..?” 

You smiled. “Can do it on my tits if you want, Sungie.”

He moaned loudly at this, shuffling up to press his cockhead between your tits. It slid around messily with yours and his combined juices, but he quickly started grinding it down against your skin. It only took one, two, three thrusts before ropes of hot cum were flooding from his tip and even landing on your chin, making you stifle a giggle. He was loud, whining and sobbing through his orgasm as if you’d just given him the best thing he’s ever received in his life. You probably had.

He rubbed his thumb over his cockhead, finishing his orgasm before slumping to your side. 

“Fuckin’ wow. That was so good, oh my God. You’re totally such a good Dom, like what the fuck!”

You huffed. He really does never shut the fuck up, does he? “Ji, maybe stop talking and get me a towel?”

“Oh! Oh, right, yeah. Totally. I gotchu,” He shot you finger guns before hopping up off the bed, totally not bothered by being fully naked in front of you. He grabbed a small face towel from his drawer - it was surprisingly clean - and came over to you, wiping you delicately. You felt touched that he’d actually wiped you clean. It was Jisung, after all. It wouldn’t have shocked you if he’d licked it up. He stood up afterwards, wiping his now soft cock with a clean part of the towel.

You groaned as you heard your phone chime with a new text, leaning over to grab it from the pocket of your trousers on the floor. Your heart almost stopped beating.

It was Minho. Apparently, his shift had ended, and he’d texted you with a quick ‘come to my room when you’re done’. You gasped. Jisung quickly ushered around the bed with the de facto cum towel to read your phone over your shoulder.

“Oh shit. You totally got in trouble for fucking your best friend.”

You slapped him on the shoulder. “Shut up, Jisung!” You looked back to the text message, and typed a quick ‘sure’. You blushed, anxiety mounting in your stomach. “I hope he’s not mad.”

“Doubt he will be,” Jisung chirped, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. “Your high sex drive and thing for frat boys hasn’t gone unnoticed by any of us, Y/N. He knew what he was getting into by ruining that pussy-“

“Jisung, I hate you. Why did I fuck you again?”

“Because you wanted to see me cry.”

You huffed, pushing past him to put your clothes back on. Your hair was mussed up, and you knew you smelled of sex. Trying to push that thought aside, you quickly shoved your socks back on before going to make out the door. 

“Hey!” You turned around to face Jisung. He didn’t even look sheepish, standing there with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. “Got anything to say to me?”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a quick “love you, Ji” before leaving his room. You heard him sing-song an affirmation back to you, but you were already making your way into Minho’s room, not bothering to lock the door.

He was laying on his back, dressed more comfortably after work and with his laptop propped in his lap. You tried not to die just looking at him. Minho turned to you upon entry, raising an eyebrow. “Have fun?”

You hopped from foot to foot. “Y-You’re not…?”

“Mad? Why would I be?” Minho shoved his laptop off of his lap. He sat up, stretching nonchalantly before looking at you again. “You thought I’d be mad because you fucked Jisung? Very loudly, may I add?”

“W-Well, it was… this morning, it was-“

“Intimate? I’m aware,” He stood up, stalking towards you. “I think we should get one thing straight. I don’t care who you fuck. Hell, tick all my brothers off your list if it’s what makes you happy, but you better fucking remember that pussy belongs to me.”

“I-“

“Say it.”

“My p-pussy belongs to you, Minho,” You sigh, cheeks blazing, looking at him standing in front of you. He cocked his head to the side.

“Great, because I’m very aware that no one can ever make that pussy feel the way that I made it feel,” He returned to his sitting position on the bed, leaning back. “Fuck my frat brothers. I couldn’t care less. It’s me you’re coming home to at the end of the night - you did say you wanted to be my sex slave after all, right?” 

You nodded. “So, you really don’t mind?”

Minho shook his head, a cocky smile on his lips. “Like I said, babe. Tick them all off your list if you want to, but you better be sitting on my cock afterwards telling me all about it.”

Your jaw was officially dropped lower than it ever had been. Why did Minho have to be so fucking hot? You couldn’t cope. You couldn’t fucking breathe. You needed him biblically. Practically rushing towards him, you straddled his thighs easily and attached your lips to his in a desperate kiss. His hands went to your ass as if he’d been expecting it, because he probably had.

Tick them all of your list, though?

Now that sounded like fun.

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