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Look what treasure i found guys

This clip....this fucking clip why WOULD HE DO THAT DAMN I HAVE NO APPROPRIATE WORDS TO SAY.

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Im really so really mad at tumblr please let me write my silly stuff in peace like I know theyre filthy n stuff but can't just a girl enjoy life without her posts getting randomly labeled 😔😔

And heres a pic of Soul and theo 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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　　　　( ˘ᵕ˘)◞　　journey mercies　　★

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take the risk - p.js

박종성 as your bf who fucks you while your parents are home ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc. 562 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut (18+ mdni!), risky sex, unprotected sex (wrap it!), implied exhibitionism, dom!jay ── requested!

you knew it was a bad idea to let jay come over for dinner. not because your parents didn’t like him—they adored him. he was polite, sweet, offered to help clean up the table, he was perfect. what your parents, sitting across from you and jay, didn’t know was that jay wanted to take you right then and there.

he was desperate, quite literally, his hand on your thigh under the table as his finger slid under your skirt, grazing your clothed clit, immediately creating a wet patch in your panties. the pressure was unbearable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together just to try and calm the ache.

before you knew it, you two were upstairs in your bedroom, desperately coming up with some dumb and poorly thought-out excuse to get out of the living room. as soon as the door was closed, jay had your back arched under him on your bed, his hands shoving your panties to the side. he groaned as he pulled your skirt up, the fabric bunching around your waist, his fingers slipping between your wet folds.

“f-uck… you look so cute in that skirt…” he muttered, voice rough as he sank into you from behind, his cock filling you deep. you moaned loudly, his thrusts starting off slow yet hard as he fucked you relentlessly.

you clutched the sheets tightly, trying to keep your composure, but the pressure of his thrusts, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, had you losing control. jay’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock, making sure you took all of him, his hips slamming into your ass with every thrust. “quiet, doll. can you do that for me? just be good and quiet?” he whispered, pausing for a second, his length buried deep in you, not moving an inch until you answered him.

“m-mhm…” you nodded, pushing your ass back against his hips until the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, your silent way of begging him to keep fucking you.

“that’s it,” jay murmured, his hips starting to move again, but now faster, harder, each thrust making you gasp. he was hitting your g-spot with every stroke, each thrust making you feel him deeper than before.

his hands were all over you, squeezing your hips, grabbing your ass, pushing you harder onto his cock. the sounds of skin slapping together were so loud, you couldn’t even hear your own moans as they escaped you.

“what did i just say?” jay hissed, suddenly putting his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans as he fucked you even harder. his cock slammed into you with a ferocity that left you breathless, your body shaking with each hard thrust. your legs were trembling, but jay wasn’t slowing down, and neither were you.

you could barely think, your mind completely clouded by the feeling of jay fucking you so deep, his thrusts relentless and unforgiving. it felt like he was never going to stop, and you didn’t want him to. the pressure in your lower stomach was building, and you knew you were close.

but all you could think about was the fact that your parents had no clue what you and jay were doing upstairs, while he kept pounding into you, making you forget about everything else except the pleasure.

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

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Him AGAINNNN 💕💕💕🌸🌸🌸🌷🌷❤️🌷

NICHOLAS: tokyo girls collection

(video by 9neuk)

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Nicholas pink boxers I repeat nicholas pink boxers🗣🗣🗣🗣 how are we feeling? Feral enough bc I do❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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mark one shot

☆ starring. mark lee x fem! reader

☆ summary. Mark was having trouble with composing a song for his upcoming solo album. But then it clicked, he was missing something. You.

☆ warnings. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT oral sex (fem receiving) fingering, recording sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, mark is sexy asf

☆ rating. 18+ explicit | ☆ wc: 1.5k (not proofread. i wrote this in one sitting oops)

ᯓ Mark was hard at work these past few weeks, in between working on his solo album and promoting for NCT Dream, he almost had no time for you.

But nowadays, majority of the time he was in the studio, you were too. You were becoming clingy, but not unbearingly clingy. You just needed to be in the same presence as Mark, or you'd go insane.

You watched as Mark played with a few keys on his keyboard, adding and deleting stuff on the screen. He was producing one of the songs for his album all on his own, and he was having trouble.

"Babe, you should take a break." You call out, sitting up on the couch that was across the room from the desk that had all of the equipment needed to make music.

Mark sighs, taking his headphones off and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just can't figure out what's missing..."

You hum, understanding how stressful this was for him. He needed to complete the album before the deadline that was fast approaching. "You will Mark, you always do."

He smiles at that, standing from his chair, stretching before falling onto the couch next to you, his head landing in your lap. You play with his hair as he stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. The sound of his breathing steadied your own.

You watched as a light bulb turned on in his brain, and he sits up with a gasp. "I know!"

"What?" You ask, almost as excited as him.

"Uh, I'll need to get your opinion first," Mark starts and you urge him to continue. He hesitates for a moment before finally stating, "I need your moans in the song."

Your eyes widen, almost choking on your own spit. "Woah, lets unpack that..."

"No way your fans would be chill with that, for one. Same with your company, babe." You explained, and Mark listened intently before smirking as you finished.

"It'll be fine, they'll be super quiet in the song, like barely there. I could get away with it. If my fans notice, then they notice." Mark reasons and you sigh in defeat.

"I'm fine with it if you are sure." You smile, kind of excited to do this.

Mark's hand is now on your thigh, looking at you teasingly. "How about we do it now?"

You hadn't been intimate in a while because of Mark's packed schedule. You bit your lip, fuck, you were pent up from all these weeks without him. "God, please."

Mark's hand leaves your thigh and you watch as he reaches over to the microphone he had set up next to the computer, bringing it a little closer and pressing record. "I'll ask one more time, are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks as he settles back next to you.

You nod, smiling lovingly. "Yeah I am, Mark."

His hands trails up your thighs, leaning in and his lips are finally on yours, determined and needy. You bit his lip in desperation, and he opens his mouth enough where you can slip your tongue.

Your hands were bunched on his t-shirt and his hands were under your skirt, dancing on your skin and setting it aflame. When you pull back for air, Mark keeps eye contact as he pulls your panties to the side, his cold fingers brushing your clit making you whine.

"Mark." You whisper breathlessly, your hands now on the hem of his shirt, and he lets you take it off in one swift motion. "Pretty boy."

He blushes at this as he takes your shirt off too, leaving you in your bra. You decide to push your own skirt down, impatience taking over you. "Please, I need you."

"I know baby, just wait." He murmurs, one hand absentmindedly rubbing your inner thigh as the other pets your hair. Then, finally, his hand leaves your thigh and touches you where you craved Mark most.

It started off as light, slow circles on your clit. "You're so wet, baby." He smirks, as two of his fingers now slide up and down your folds, before he dips them into your entrance. "Mmm, more." You moan.

He pushes them inside to the knuckle and starts curling them right where you liked it most. "Fuck, Mark!"

You were soon filled with disappointment when he pulled his fingers out of you. You watched as Mark slid off the couch and sunk onto his knees, pulling your panties down with him, settling his head in your thighs.

You felt his breath tickle your folds before he dives in, tongue lapping at you like a dog in heat. Your hands fly to Mark's hair in no time, turning you into nothing but a whimpering mess.

His tongue sucked on your clit as his fingers curled into you again, hitting your g-spot at every angle. "Ah, fffuck, Mark.." You slurred, pulling his hair making him groan against you.

Mark could feel your walls clenching his fingers as his mouth does wonders on your clit, and you could feel the tightness in your stomach about to snap. "Mark, I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, baby girl." He rasps against your heat and one last prod at your g-spot had you seeing stars, moaning loudly as you came undone.

Mark doesn't stop, still devouring you while you shook above him. "Shit, stop, 's too much!" You whimpered.

You had to pull his head back for him to stop, and Mark looks up at you with a dazed grin, his mouth covered in your juices and he looked so beautiful like this.

He licked his fingers clean of your juices, never breaking eye contact, before raising from his spot on the floor. You wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, pulling his boxers down along with his pants as fast as possible.

"I need you inside of me right now." You said desperately, and Mark flipped you over on the couch so that you were facing the wall, back arched, and he was standing behind you.

Mark's hands found purchase on your ass first, giving it a playful smack which made you whimper embarrassingly loud.

Looking back, you watched as Mark's other hand pumped his hardened cock slowly, tip leaking precum, as he finally places it between your folds, rubbing it up and down teasingly.

"Mark, please." You whined, and Mark just chuckled. "So impatient, baby. I'll fuck you real good, promise."

You silently screamed as Mark enters you for the first time in a while, his big cock stretching you painfully as he slowly bottoms out. Soon, the pain fades away. "Can I move?" He whispers, his hand on the small of your back, soothingly rubbing it as he waits.

"Yes." You sigh out as Mark pulls out of you before slamming right back in, making you cry out. He soon finds a good pace that had you gripping the couch and moaning loudly.

"Such a tight pussy, made for me." Mark whispers in your ear, voice raspy, as he leans over you, kissing your neck and leaving marks you were gonna have to cover up before you left the studio. Thank god this place was sound proof and had no cameras.

"Harder," You whined. Mark obliges, and soon your legs were shaking. He thrusts deep inside, you swore you could see the outline of his cock if you looked down. "Oh, fuck, right there!"

Mark was getting close now too, his soft groans turning into desperate moans and whimpers. It was always music to your ears whenever he made those noises. "Cum in me, baby."

"Fuck, you sure?" Mark groans, thrusts getting sloppy as his hand slides down your chest to your clit, applying pressure there. "Please." You moan, and Mark holds his own orgasm off until you cum again.

After a few more moments, the pressure on your clit got too much and your legs were shaking uncontrollably, Mark's hands digging into your hips to ground you as you screamed his name.

"That's it baby, let go for me. You're so beautiful." Mark praises as he finally thrusts into you one last time before releasing inside you.

Your pants filled the room, and Mark pulls out of you before flipping you over. He watches as his cum drips out of your folds and groans at the sight. "Such a good girl."

Mark pulls his clothes back on quickly before grabbing tissues, wetting them with the water bottle on his desk and cleaning you up. He kisses your thighs tenderly while he does.

"I love you, Mark." You murmur as your fingers cascade through his hair. He smiles up at you with those eyes that made you melt. "I love you too."

After you got dressed and calmed down, you and Mark decided to review the audio. Even you found your own moans sexy as you listened.

When Mark added them into the song the next day, you realised he was right. The song did need them, making it so much more seducing like he was trying to go for.

You decided you'd help him out with his music more often after that.

© markluvrrr

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Saw this had a seizure I'm so down bad its not healthy

he’s handsomer

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  ꒪  ★   ᧔ ⑅ ᧓   ˚   . sour cream 𝅄

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵉ, ᵗᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ˢᵘˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢˢᵉˢ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ, ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ˢʰᵒᵒᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ㅤㅤ ⠀⠀ ㅤㅤ ︵⏜︵ ⠀⠀ ૮. .. ⠀⠀melody, .. .ㅤ ⠀⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ ໑ ׄ ⠀꒱

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overstimulated!jay x f!reader - breaking his cocky ego. pure smut, he cries.

ENHA HARD HOURS 18+ MDNI

“You’re shaking,” you murmur, lips grazing the soaked head of his cock. “You okay, baby?”

He laughs—barely. A sharp breath that twitches out of him, mouth parted like he’s about to lie and say yes, even while his thighs are trembling beneath you.

Jay’s a cocky bastard. Always has been. Started this whole thing with a smug grin and a “You can try, babe, but I don’t break that easy.”

You didn’t say anything back.

Just pushed him flat on the bed, slid between his legs, and started sucking like your only goal was to destroy him.

Now he’s a fucking mess.

His skin’s flushed to his ears, jaw clenched so hard it’s shaking, fists tangled in the sheets above his head—not to hold on, but because if he touches you now, he’ll explode. Again.

You haven’t stopped. Not once.

Not after he came the first time, groaning through grit teeth.

Not after the second, his voice catching, fingers spasming against the mattress.

Not even after the third—when he sobbed into his own arm and whispered “Please.”

You’re still going.

Still licking around the base, dragging your tongue up his length while he twitches helplessly.

Still wrapping your lips around his tip, swollen and angry and red, tasting like ruin and salt and him.

“Can’t,” he gasps. “Fuck—I c-can’t—baby—”

You glance up. His eyes are glassy, bottom lashes wet, lips trembling like he’s about to cry harder just from your gaze alone.

God, he’s beautiful like this.

All that quiet dominance, that usual calm, shattered underneath you.

Sweat at his temples, tears on his cheeks, chest rising so fast he can’t even speak straight.

“You said you don’t break easy,” you whisper against his cock, lips brushing that oversensitive slit. “Were you lying?”

His hips jerk like he’s trying to crawl away, but his thighs won’t cooperate.

They just tremble.

A sob punches out of him—raw, real, humiliated—and his hands fly to his face, trying to cover it.

You pull back slowly, licking your lips. His cock twitches in the air, leaking again.

“Jay.”

He shakes his head behind his hands.

“Jay, baby.”

He peeks through his fingers, voice wrecked. “I’m—‘m gonna come again, I can’t—I’m—”

You just smile.

“Good.”

Because the second you wrap your mouth around him again, he breaks.

Fucking screams, like it’s being ripped out of him.

His hips buck hard, his thighs snap tight around your head, and you moan as he shoots down your throat—again, again, again.

You don’t pull back. Not even when his moans turn into high, broken sobs.

You just hum around him, slow and wet, drinking every drop while he falls apart under you—body jerking, mouth open in a soundless cry.

He’s crying now. For real.

Choked little gasps, face red and wet, begging like he doesn’t care about anything except escape.

But he doesn’t move. He can’t.

Just lies there, twitching, trembling, letting you suck him through the aftershocks.

When you finally pull off, he whimpers like it hurts.

You crawl up his body, hands gentle now, brushing tears from his face. He’s gasping. Chest still shaking. Eyes dazed.

“Still think you’re tough?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.

And all he can do is nod—pathetically—and whimper out, “Y-Yeah. Just… gimme a minute…”

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RICH BOY ENHYPEN 0T7 𝒻: ──── MONEY TALKS, DIRTY CASH I WANT YOU

( M . . ) '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖬𝖱. 𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

0T7 x !𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . . . &. CL0SET. ───𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿. 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌. 1.2k C. 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 【 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 】

heeseung - "black card, no limit"

You’re staring at the pair of heels that have been haunting your wishlist for months. The price tag is surely......expensive, and even though you could technically afford them, it just feels... excessive. “You like them, baby?” Heeseung’s says, his hand resting in the pocket of his Prada jacket as he watches you.

You hesitate. “Yeah, but-” Before you can even finish, a black card lands in your hand. "You’re always looking, but you never buy anything.” he sighs, tilting his head. "Because I don’t need it,” you huff. You try to push it back into his hand, but he just shoves both hands in his pockets, refusing to take it. Heeseung raises a brow, unimpressed. “That’s not the point.” He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “I want to see you in the best of everything. So, either you pick something, or I pick for you.” His lips curve into a teasing smirk.

You swallow hard. “That’s not fair.” He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “What’s not fair is that you won’t let me spoil you.” You shiver. “hee-” He smirks, pats the card into your palm. “Be good and swipe it for me, yeah?” he says, giving you peck in the lips.

jay - no to window shopping

"Do you like it?" Jay says he watches you stare at the dress. You shake your head, eyes dropping to the price tag. "It's too expensive." He tilts his head, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "That's not what I asked. There’s no such thing as price tags here." Before you can protest, he motions for the salesperson. "We’ll take this one."

Your eyes widen. "Jay-" He doesn’t even look at you as he hands over his card, cutting you off. Your breath catches when he suddenly steps closer. "When you like something, don’t hesitate," he murmurs. "Just take it, hm?" Next thing you know, it’s being wrapped up at the counter (along with three other outfits you barely even looked at) "Jay." You grab his sleeve. "I didn’t even say I wanted these." He barely glances at the total as he slides his black card onto the counter. "I know." You frown. "Then why-"

"Babe," he cuts you off again. "I don’t do window shopping." "If you look at something twice, I’m buying it." His voice softens. "So, do me a favor?" He presses a quick kiss to your temple before murmuring against your skin, "Just let me take care of you."

jake - you're spoiled, so what?

Jake never gives you the chance to say no. "Jake" you groaned, staring at the new pair of diamond earrings sitting prettily inside a velvet box on your dresser. "You have to stop buying me things." He barely looks up from his phone, lounging on the couch with an arm thrown over the backrest. "Yeah, no." You call his name again. This time, he finally turns his head, one eyebrow quirking as he pats the space beside him. "C’mere."

Reluctantly, you sit next to him, arms crossed in protest. But your breath catches when he suddenly reaches for the velvet box on the dresser, pulls it open, and plucks one of the earrings from inside.

"Hold still." You don’t get a chance to argue before his fingers are gently tucking your hair behind your ear, securing the earring in place. Your heart beats fast while he's doing it. "See?" he murmurs, admiring the way the earring catches the light. "Told you they’d look good on you, honey." Your throat runs dry. "That’s not the point—" Jake hums, pulling you closer by the waist until you're pressed against him. "If I want to spoil my girl, I will," he whispers, lips just a breath away from your cheek. "So get used to it, yeah?"

sunghoon - only the best for my baby

Sunghoon has expensive taste, and it’s clear he expects you to have the same. "Babe," he sighs dramatically, holding up a designer dress in front of you. "What do you mean, ‘too much’? This is elegant." You glance at the price tag and nearly choke. "It’s ridiculous." Sunghoon gasps, his eyes wide with mock shock. "Ridiculously perfect for you."

You shake your head, but the next time you open your closet, the dress is there, along with matching shoes and a bag you didn’t even notice him pick out. You march into the living room, where Sunghoon is lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. "Sunghoon-"

He doesn’t even look up. "Before you yell at me, it’s non-refundable." You narrow your eyes at him. "Why would you do that?" Finally, he glances up, giving you a small, teasing pout. "Because I love spoiling you." Your heart skips a beat, but before you can protest, he grins. "Besides, when you're mine, you don't need to worry about tags"

sunoo - "get both"

Sunoo hums as he watches you struggle, his gaze flickering between your furrowed brows and the two designer dresses in your hands. You chew on your lip, fingers gripping the fabric as if that’ll somehow make the decision easier.

"This one’s nice, but that one is-" A dramatic sigh cuts you off before you can finish. Sunoo snaps his fingers at the sales assistant. "She’ll take both." Your head whips toward him, eyes wide. "Sunoo!"

He simply flashes you an easy smile, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear before his arm loops around your waist. "Baby, you overthink too much," he murmurs, "But-" His fingers press lightly against your lips.

"Shhh," he coos "Why choose when you can have both?" he leans in just a little closer. "So just let me handle it, yeah?"

jungwon - "i dont wait in line"

"This sucks," you mutter, tossing your phone onto the couch. "What sucks?" Jungwon says, as he raises a brow. You sigh dramatically. "The restaurant is completely booked. Again. We’ll never get in." He hums before strolling over to you. He tilts his head, studying you for a moment before pulling out his phone.

Your brows furrow. "What are you planning-" Jungwon holds up a finger, already dialing a number. "Mr. Yang here. Yes, I’d like to rent out your restaurant for the night." Your eyes widen. "Jungwon-" He presses his palm against your mouth gently, silencing you as he listens to the person on the other end. "Mhm. No, I don’t care if you’re fully booked. Double the usual rate. No? Triple it." He glances down at you." "Perfect. I want the place cleared out by seven." A few moments later, he hangs up looking entirely unbothered "You were saying?" "You-" Your words get stuck in your throat as you process what just happened. "Won, you did not just-" "I did." He taps your nose playfully. "Now go get ready. You’re the only person I plan on spoiling tonight."

ni-ki - "baby, im rich"

"Ni-ki, put that back," you say through gritted teeth, watching in disbelief as he casually hands over his card. He barely acknowledges you, eyes focused on the cashier, tapping his fingers against the counter like he does this all the time.

You grab his sleeve. "I'm serious." "And I'm ignoring you," he replies smoothly, flashing the cashier a polite smile as they finalize the purchase of 3 bags you barely looked at. You groan. "You can’t just keep buying me things!"

He finally turns to you, unimpressed. "And you can’t keep acting like I can’t afford it." "That’s not the point..." "It is," plucking the shopping bag from the counter before thrusting it into your arms. "If I want to buy something for you, I will. End of discussion."

Your mouth opens, then closes. You glare at the bag in your hands, tempted to shove it back at him, but he’s already moving toward the exit. "You coming or are you gonna stand there and keep pretending you don’t love it, baby?" he calls over his shoulder, not even bothering to wait for an answer.

You sigh, gripping the bag a little tighter before finally following after him.

© blairbliss

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♪˚. ❀ᅠ aint no doubt , ure my answer ☘︎ ﾟ ��˖ ࣪⊹ ! ✧

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yunho hard thoughts!!

When I closed my eyes I swear it just snapped open with this idea and my brain would've exploded if I didn't write it down. So the Yunho valorant live did things to me and just hear me out.

CONTAINS: nsfw!, oral (m receiving)

Poor boy didn’t knew letting in to your puppy eyes was the worst thing he could do. With an exasperated sigh, he rolled with the chair to give you space right under the table, moving between his legs.

He knew it, Yunho knew what was coming. His posture relaxed and same as before, careless and not paying attention when your hand slid up, fingers hooked onto the sweats and pulled it just to get to the important part.

He learned to focus on the game by now, thinking his attention is strong and unwavering to resist you.

Getting face to face with his dick, Yunho wasn’t excited, of course. He was playing, now your mission is to break that focus, wanting eagerly to see his frustration etched on him.

Stretching your neck, your warm breath fanned against his sensitive skin, fingers encircling him around the base, you felt a small twitch in your hand.

Turning your head up though, he didn’t gave off an ounce reaction. Eyes fixated on the screen while you landed kitten licks across his tip -not a single glance-

The next step, taking him all the way, that would get his reactions surely.

Oh it did!

His left hand strayed to the top of your forehead, the side of his fingers gently grazing it before tucking the annoying locks from your face, helping you out.

“Be good, ‘kay? Stay still..” He instructed, you’d be dumb to actually listen, yet you nodded, so he turned his eyes back from you.

After a few moments of waiting, your tongue lashed in circles, the two hands wrapped around the remaining what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, steadily pumping.

Yunho took a sharp inhale and leaned back in the chair, his head momentarily tipped back with a groan. Gifting you a glare which screamed for you to stop and you obliged. His muscles tense, his skin heating up; you knew your plan went successful to crack him.

Then at the next moment, his back straightened up, the grip on the mouse changed and Yunho’s eyebrows got knitted together.

He was in a situation which demanded his focus. Now, when he was totally oblivious to you antics, your head suddenly pushed deep, the tip kissing the back of your throat giving him eager slurps, resulting for him in a caught off guard hiss escape him.

“Knock it off..” Desperately pushing on your body with his legs -since his hands were quite busy- you didn’t even budge.

Your saliva dripped down on his pants and cock, making obscene wet sounds as you sucked him off.

Soon enough his stand crumbled into pieces, with a wild bucking up his hips without any further warning he released his load and pumped it well, strained profanities falling from his lips. The least you can do is swallow the mess you’ve made out of him. And you did just that, some pearly white fluid escaping at the edge of your lips

Thighs trembling just a bit, a loud slam was heard just above your head on the table, making you flinch for a second at the rattling sound. They lost that round but it was worth it -especially for you-

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always love myself a jungwon smut with some comfort ❗️❗️😤 it was actually so good ajerjeakjrfwk

saw ur taking requests for jw smut😻😻 can you write something ab reader being insecure ab her body and wonie makes her feel better?

YESSSSS

warnings : smut so MDNI, oral (f.receiving), pet names (baby, my love, angel), softdom Jungwon, angst, activities set in the shower, Jungwon advances on Y/N while she’s sad but TRUST ME SHE WANTS IT SO BAD

bad ending yasssss and NOT proofread

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“Okay, what’s wrong?” Jungwon asks you as you get in the car. He watches you as you place your (his) leather jacket over your lap, hiding the hideous-ness.

Because it is. They are. They’re so hideous, and they make you feel heavy. They make you feel as though your can’t wear pants because they enlarge so quickly, ruining the outfit you had spent hours picking.

Because they’re hideous.

“Nothing is wrong.” Your voice is low, hiding the sadness that’s slowly draping into your vocal cords. He sighs, before starting the car up. As his 2025 model Porsche 911 comes to life, the warm aircon drips into the car, heating you up, making it less easier to keep the jacket on your lap. But, to no avail, it stays on.

The car ride is silent—not awkward, just silent. You stare out of the window, chin resting on your hand. You don’t realise as Jungwon continuously stares at you, wondering what’s wrong. All night you’ve been upset. You’ve been hiding it, but only Jungwon would and did tell, and he’d been constantly checking up with you, and each time, you reassured you were okay. But you’re not. And it hurts him that he doesn’t know.

In your apartment, it’s the same as the car ride home. It’s silent. It’s silent when the shower runs, and Jungwon gets in. It’s silent when you pop the kettle on. It’s silent when you sip your tea.

But it’s not when it’s your time to shower. You stand at the mirror, staring into your reflection, hating what you see. Thoughts and judgement course through your brain, speaking loudly, drowning your eyes in your own tears as you can’t help but cry. And you do. You cry, fat globs of tears streaming down your face with so much self hatred.

Because you absolutely hate your thighs.

You hate them so much, and as you cry, you don’t hear the knocking on the bathroom door. You don’t hear the faint words Jungwon speaks. You don’t hear the “baby, can I please come in.” Or the “I wanna help you. Please let me in.”

You turn from the mirror. You feel disgusting, and maybe a shower will help. Under the hot water, it doesn’t feel any better, and your heart just feels heavy. You honestly hate yourself. You hate the fact you can’t get rid of the meat in your thighs, and you hate yourself for hurting Jungwon too.

You can’t believe Jungwon actually loves you. He’s so beautiful, so attractive, so confident. He’s powerful, and he’s well liked.

You’re the opposite. You’re like the troll under the bridge, sad and ugly, all alone while everyone else lives their cheerful lives, walking over you as you just sit, gross as ever.

Jungwon is the sun. He shines, and his vibe is so cheerful and gracing. Jungwon matters. He has all he needs among his friends and his money—he doesn’t need you.

You don’t realise that you’re downright sobbing, losing your mind. You lean against the shower wall, hot water dripping down your body.

Then, you feel gentle hands grab your shoulder, and your eyes flash open, wide and confused. “Wonnie.” You see him, and his pretty face. He looks sad. Why is he sad? “What’s—“ you clear your throat. “Whats wrong?”

“You. You’re what’s wrong. Why are you crying, my love?” His voice is soft, and you lean into his touch, and he embraces you right under the shower water.

“I’m just—“

“Don’t lie. I heard you crying.” He holds your face, and you stare up at him. His soft eyes hypnotise you. You can’t lie.

“Why are you with me? Surely better women have attempted with you. Why must you stay with me…” your voice falls as you fight yourself to not start crying. “Like, my body proportions are so off, especially with my fat fucking thighs. I hate them. I hate the way they make anything I wear look horrible like I just can’t fucking stand them.”

You then feel Jungwon leave your body warmth. You open your eyes, to see him in front of you, on his knees.

“Wonnie—“

Jungwon presses you against the shower wall, and he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Your fingers graze his hair in anticipation. He looks up at you as he licks along your slit, then leaves that area, resorting to kissing your inner thighs. Your heart races, pounding out of your chest as he leaves kisses all over your thighs, hands groping your ass cheeks passionately as he brings his head between your legs again.

He spits on your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as his tongue flicks around your entrance.

A breathy moan is let out, and you can’t tear your eyes away as Jungwon gets closer. His lips latch around your bundle of nerves, and he sucks.

A loud whine is torn from your throat, pussy aching as Jungwon teases it with his index fingers, his tongue lapping at your clit.

“Fuck, Wonnie.” You whisper as he slides the first finger inside, and your walls clench hard around the digit. He pulls away.

“Let me make you feel good, angel. Let me give you what you deserve.” You can’t stop yourself from nodding your head. “Yeah? Gonna let me make you feel really good?”

“Please.” Your voice comes out shaky, hands squeezing against the other.

“Atta’ girl.” Jungwon goes back in, his mouth sticking between licking and sucking on your clit. He also takes the time to slide in a second finger, scissoring open your hole as you fight to stay balanced.

You feel yourself becoming closer, and Jungwon can sense it. Your hips buck against his mouth, hole clamping down on his fingers.

“I’m so close…” your moaning only motivates Jungwon more. He moves your other leg to hook on his other shoulder, forcing you to sit against his lips as they work you to your long awaited orgasm that you feel heading straight towards you. “I’m gonna—“ your voice cuts off, your mouth hanging open as you buck furiously, your orgasm crashing through you in waves. Jungwon groans at the taste of you, his own moans muffled from your folds.

Jungwon’s fingers curl just right, prolonging your climax as long as possible, feeling pre cum leak out of his cock, dripping on the tiles. But he doesn’t care, as your pussy vibrates along his digits, drenching them in something that isn’t water.

You breathe heavily, chest rising and falling at a fast pace as you fight to breathe. Jungwon helps you stand properly before shooting yo, his lips crashing onto yours. He presses you against the wall again, his cock rubbing against his abdomen as he forces you to taste yourself.

“I love you. I only love you. And I want to be with you. Let me love you.” Jungwon pleads, eyes boring into yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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yunho hard thoughts!!

When I closed my eyes I swear it just snapped open with this idea and my brain would've exploded if I didn't write it down. So the Yunho valorant live did things to me and just hear me out.

CONTAINS: nsfw!, oral (m receiving)

Poor boy didn’t knew letting in to your puppy eyes was the worst thing he could do. With an exasperated sigh, he rolled with the chair to give you space right under the table, moving between his legs.

He knew it, Yunho knew what was coming. His posture relaxed and same as before, careless and not paying attention when your hand slid up, fingers hooked onto the sweats and pulled it just to get to the important part.

He learned to focus on the game by now, thinking his attention is strong and unwavering to resist you.

Getting face to face with his dick, Yunho wasn’t excited, of course. He was playing, now your mission is to break that focus, wanting eagerly to see his frustration etched on him.

Stretching your neck, your warm breath fanned against his sensitive skin, fingers encircling him around the base, you felt a small twitch in your hand.

Turning your head up though, he didn’t gave off an ounce reaction. Eyes fixated on the screen while you landed kitten licks across his tip -not a single glance-

The next step, taking him all the way, that would get his reactions surely.

Oh it did!

His left hand strayed to the top of your forehead, the side of his fingers gently grazing it before tucking the annoying locks from your face, helping you out.

“Be good, ‘kay? Stay still..” He instructed, you’d be dumb to actually listen, yet you nodded, so he turned his eyes back from you.

After a few moments of waiting, your tongue lashed in circles, the two hands wrapped around the remaining what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, steadily pumping.

Yunho took a sharp inhale and leaned back in the chair, his head momentarily tipped back with a groan. Gifting you a glare which screamed for you to stop and you obliged. His muscles tense, his skin heating up; you knew your plan went successful to crack him.

Then at the next moment, his back straightened up, the grip on the mouse changed and Yunho’s eyebrows got knitted together.

He was in a situation which demanded his focus. Now, when he was totally oblivious to you antics, your head suddenly pushed deep, the tip kissing the back of your throat giving him eager slurps, resulting for him in a caught off guard hiss escape him.

“Knock it off..” Desperately pushing on your body with his legs -since his hands were quite busy- you didn’t even budge.

Your saliva dripped down on his pants and cock, making obscene wet sounds as you sucked him off.

Soon enough his stand crumbled into pieces, with a wild bucking up his hips without any further warning he released his load and pumped it well, strained profanities falling from his lips. The least you can do is swallow the mess you’ve made out of him. And you did just that, some pearly white fluid escaping at the edge of your lips

Thighs trembling just a bit, a loud slam was heard just above your head on the table, making you flinch for a second at the rattling sound. They lost that round but it was worth it -especially for you-