summrprincess

[summrprincess]

I’ll let him Slap my face with his c*ck and he can cover my faces with his homemade cream.

🫩Just fuck my mouth already daddy

[summrprincess]

Pretty Boy| I8+ MDNI

Park Bogum Smut

Warning: EXPLICIT CONTENT, 18+, MDNI

You sigh as you listen to one of your employees ramble, rubbing your forehead as your eyebrows furrow.

“A—and I, I panicked and sold it to them, which—” You look up at them through your lashes.

“You what?” you ask, removing your hand from your face. “—I… sold it to them…” the employee says slowly, in a quieter tone. “Oh my…” You sigh deeply, annoyed—you had specifically said not to sell the building without you there.

Leaning back in your chair, eyes shut, you mutter, “Get out.” The employee whimpers. “Get out this instant. You’re fired. Pack your things and leave!” You lift your head just in time to see the sobbing employee run out.

After a few moments, you stand and step out of the room. Sticking your head out the door, you see your secretary. His desk is neatly organized, a sign reading “Park Bogum” sits prominently, a coat rack stands nearby with his coat(s), and finally—him. Just him.

“Bogum,” you whisper to him, he looks up from his computer and hums. “Come in here for a moment.” He stands up and walks over to your office. You open the door for the male and when he walks in, you shut it.

“Is there something you needed, Ms. Y/n?” You roll your eyes at the name and make your way to the sofa in your office. “Didn't I tell you to drop the formalities? Please don’t call me Ms, just call me y/n.” Bogum apologizes.

You pat the empty spot next to you. “Take a seat, pretty boy.” Bogum is flushed by the name and takes a seat next to you.

He freezes when you throw a leg over his lap, straddling him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Y—y/n,” he whimpers. “Can I do this, pretty boy? I need your consent, love.” He nods and blinks repeatedly. “Please..” he whispers.

You lean forward, crashing your lips onto his, they were plumped and tasted like cinnamon. “Mmfuck.” You moan against his lips, rolling your hips on his bulge. You pull away, quickly getting rid of your top and Bogum does the same. He gently pushes you off him and strips himself and you follow, stripping yourself until you’re naked.

You go back to straddling once he sits back down. You stroke him a bit before holding him up and sliding down on him. Both of your groans mixed into the air. “Oh fuck.” You cry out, bouncing on his fat cock that was nearly centimeters away from your g-spot. You whimper when he smacks your ass roughly. “Ride my big cock, baby.” Bogum growls, smacking your ass repeatedly, his hand prints quickly forming on your ass.

“Cmon, baby. Make me cum, cmon.” His hands find their places on your hips, helping you by lifting them and pounding them down.

“Oh god, I'm so close!” You bite down on your bottom lip, hands gripping tightly at his muscular shoulders. “Cum, baby, cum. Cum on my dick.” You comply to his command, creaming all over his cock.

Your bounces stop so he lifted your hips and began fucking himself up into your cunt. Your limp body leaning forward onto his chest. His eyes watched as your breast bounced in front of his face, he took your breast into his hand and stuck your nipple in his mouth.

You gasp and hold his head against your chest, pushing your boob more into his mouth. Your hands gripping at his soft brown locks, his hair was so fluffy and light. He starts getting tired so he slams your hip down which makes his cock instantly reach your g-spot. A loud moan ripples from your throat, it was so unexpected.

He pulls off your breast with a pop and chuckles. He pats your hip and huffs. “Bend over the armrest.” He instructs and you listen. You bent yourself over the armrest which had you on your tiptoes. He positions himself behind you and slowly pushes in.

He runs his hand down your back and grips your shoulder as he starts to ramming his dick into your pussy, your hands barely able to hold you up. “God, if i had known your pussy felt this good, i would’ve fucked you long ago.” He groans at you clenching around him.

Bogum has been working in your building for several years, he was usually the quiet one and the unbothered one. Bogum repeatedly pounds into you, trying his best to chase his high that was hanging off the tip. “Oh god, I’m so close.” He grunts and holds his breath. “Gonna let me cum in you? Yeah, good.” It takes a few more seconds until the youngster releases himself inside you. His hot cum spluttering on your walls and once he pulls out, his cum oozes out.

He cleans himself off before cleaning you and getting you dressed back up. “Hey,” you turn your head to him while clipping your blouse up. “Let’s go on a date.” You grin at his request. “A date?” He nods, fixing his button-up.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up from your house at.. I don’t know, 7? And then I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant, yeah?” You scrunch your nose, starting to get shy. “Okay.” He chuckles and walks, pulling at around your hips and pulling you into a kiss.

[summrprincess]

After Hour| Park Bogum I8+ Smut Drabble

Warning: Explicit Content, 18+ MDNI, Cheating, Unprotected Sex (Dont do this pls), Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk etc.

Bogum huffs as his phone rings for the fifth time tonight.

It was his worried fiancé who wanted him home so she didn’t have to be alone.

“Yes, Anne?” he answers. “No, i’ll be coming home late tonight. i have to print out a bunch of shit because our printers broke down earlier today and i had a lot of stuff to print out earlier but the printers are working now, so i want to print all my things before coming home.” he explains.

The sobs of his fiancé is heard through his phone. “I—“ he stammers and looks down before clearing his throat. “It’ll just be a couple of hours, jamie. You’ll be fine. Pop open a bottle of wine and put a movie on, I’ll be home in a few. don’t wait up, Anne.” He quickly hangs up the call before she had a chance to tell him that she love him.

You gasp as he yanks your hair and begins to pound into you. “You and your fucking teasing act. Cant even stay still for just a two minute phone call. Needy pathetic slut.” He spanks you causing you to whine with a half giggle.

“It’ll take a lot more for me to learn my lesson, sir.” You purr, swaying your side to side as he bullies his cock into your dripping cunt.

“Of course, it will. why? because, you’re a needy whore who needs their holes filled— isn’t that correct?” You nod but He pulls your hair back. “I said, isn’t that correct?” He repeats himself and you pout. “Yes, you’re correct.” tears brim your eyes as the burning sensation spreads through your skull.

He spanks you and finally lets your hair free, your body instantly falls limp onto his desk. “Oh, yes!” you moan, gripping onto his desk that was no help. “Fuck me, sir. i’ve been a needy slut!” you cry out and he lifts your hip onto the desk.

“It’s so obvious that you’ve been a needy slut,” his grip on your thigh makes you go crazy.

“You need my fat cock in order to be a good and well behaved girl, isn’t that right?” you whimper at his slight praise. “But once it’s taken away from you, you whine like a bitch in heat and you hump my foot while i’m in important meetings, don’t you?” you nod against the cold desk.

“And, don’t you suck my cock like a good slut under my desk while i take meeting calls?” you nod, again. this time, your hand falls behind you, wanting him to take it and pin it against your back.

“What? you want me to pin you down like a whore who needs their pussy fucked?” you shout a quick, yes, before he pins your hand down. He loved the way you clenched around him and the way his desk applied pressure on your abdomen.

“Clenching like a bitch who can’t get enough cock in her life.” he growls and continues to smack his hips against yours.

He tosses his head back. “Fuck,” he lets out under his breath. “So close, baby.” he says and you sudden get excited, and he can tell.

“You excited that i’m close? you want my cum, baby?” you nod and he pulls out making you whine until he flips you around and props you up on the desk.

He holds your legs against his sides and begins to fuck you again with full force. the pens rattle in their holder. Your moans shake as you feel your orgasm getting near.

“You wanna carry my baby and let everyone know who fucked you this good?” you nod, eyebrows pinched. “Of course, you do.” he scoffs.

Bogum drills his fat cock into you a few more times until the both of you reach your highs. with dominance, jaehyun reaches for your neck and yanks you until your lips smash against his.

“Dirty slut.” he coos, lips grazing over yours. “Are you my dirty slut?” you nod, “Yes sir.” he smirks and looks down at your lips before looking up at your eyes. “Mine, got that?” you nod and he lets go.

“Let’s get dressed, i’ll take you home and we can go another round there.” excitement shoots up your spine again.

Oh, how wrapped around his finger you were.

[summrprincess]

Chef kiss😘🤌 We need more of this type of Woozi fic writings!! I couldn’t get enough!

Pretty Boy - L.JH

🧶Who: Lee Jihoon (Seventeen) x reader 🧶What: Fluff. Smut (18+). Established relationship. 🧶Word count: 4.6k 🧶Warnings: Jihoon’s habit of walking around half naked. Kind of sub Jihoon, but it’s not really a thing. He’s just a simp, really. They’re generally very much on equal grounds. Body worship (Jihoon receiving). Vague mentions of hickies/love bites (Jihoon receiving). Nipple play (Jihoon receiving). Oral (Jihoon receiving). Short mouth fucking moment. Hand job (Jihoon receiving). Jihoon cums on himself. It’s all very soft, really.  🧶Summary: “Sometimes, your boyfriend forgets how pretty he is. It's your job to remind him.”

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

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A/N- This was a very spur of the moment decision to write because I decided Jihoon needs a fic titled “Pretty Boy”. The cardigan mentioned is the one he wore during a God of Music live recording (I didn’t realise it’s actually a jumper until trying to find a picture of it, oops). Thank you to @lovetaroandtaemin for reading this over for me and assuring me that the smut isn’t shit due to my lack of practise these days 💗

After living with Lee Jihoon for two years now, and dating for another year before that, you’re used to the man shamelessly strutting around the apartment in as little clothing as possible. 

Often, you return home and find him lounging around in just his boxers. You’ve kind of become desensitised to his partial nudity at this point, even if he’s ridiculously attractive and favours tiny little boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Sometimes, you can’t help but jump him when your hormones run wild, but mostly, you just appreciate the view and carry on with your life.

It's normal. 

What isn’t normal is for him to decide to add one of your creations to the mix. 

A few days ago, you gifted Jihoon a cardigan that you had spent months secretly crocheting for him; a difficult task when the man is always home if not working or at the gym, so you hadn’t gained many opportunities to lovingly create it. 

The cardigan is an amalgamation of colourful granny squares, attached together to be oversized on your boyfriend in the way you think makes him look so precious. All the colours against his skin look so pretty, even better than you imagined.

And Jihoon has been far more enthusiastic about the gift than you expected. That’s not to say you thought he’d be ungrateful, because you know Jihoon appreciates everything you give him, even the cheap keyring you won from an arcade game months ago. He especially adores everything you’ve handmade for him and looks after it all so carefully that you knew he’d love the cardigan too.

But you truly hadn’t expected the sheer joy and infatuation he’s shown for it. 

Every single day since you gave it to him, Jihoon has worn it. In fact, as soon as you gave it to him, he immediately pulled it onto his naked torso and curled up into a colourfully adorable little ball on the couch at your side. 

In retrospect, it may be your own fault for Jihoon’s latest habit. You had given him the cardigan when he was in nothing but his underwear, so he had first worn it with just his underwear and realised how soft the material is against his bare skin. 

So now, every single day, you return from work to find him wearing the cardigan with his usual loungewear. Or on the days you’re home before him, you get to witness his sheer determination to shower and get into his new favourite home attire: the cardigan and his boxers. His tiny, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination black boxers, so short that they don’t even peek out from the hem of the cardigan at the top of his thighs.

In fact, you can only catch glimpses of the black material through the holes in the cardigan and are supposed to act completely normal about this.

Clearly, Jihoon doesn’t think there’s any problem with it. He thinks he can just waltz around looking so fucking pretty without you losing your mind. 

You’d say he’s doing it on purpose and teasing you, but there’s not even the slightest hint of the usual mischievous glint he gets in his eyes, or the quirk of his lips from the start of the smirk he favours when he’s teasing you.

Today, he’s decided to make it even worse by tying his recently bleached hair up messily, to get it out of his face as he games on his laptop at your side on the couch. A few strands keep falling into his face, making him constantly have to try and tuck them behind his ears, but they’re just too short and only stay in place for a minute at most.

You know that he’s going to get frustrated in a minute, so you get up to go to the bedroom and grab your little bag of hair bands and clips and return to his side. He glances at you and smiles gratefully when he sees the pouch balanced on your legs before he focuses back on his game.

After picking out a couple of cute little flower clips, you place them neatly in his hair and earn an appreciative kiss on the inside of your wrist when he grabs your hand quickly as it retreats, just to squeeze gently and kiss your wrist, then let go.

Although your task is finished, you don’t move away. Don’t look away. Can’t look away. Jihoon is just so fucking pretty, and you’re utterly mesmerised.

At first, Jihoon doesn’t even realise that you’re staring at him, he’s too focused on his game, but then he happens to glance at you and catch you looking at him. Still, he doesn’t realise that you’ve been staring at him appreciatively for a handful of minutes and just gives you a little smile and a soft kiss before turning back to his game.

But now that he’s caught you once, he seems to be very aware of your gaze on him as less than a minute later, he peeks at you and raises a questioning eyebrow. “What?” he wonders. “I’m not even being loud.”

“Do I look pissed off?” you counter, raising your own eyebrow at him. 

He eyes you carefully, as if this is a trick question, before shaking his head a little as his expression begins to turn perplexed. “No.”

“Well then.”

“Right,” he murmurs and gives you one more bewildered look before turning back to his game. Though only seconds later, he’s looking back at you with a confused exhale that makes you snigger. “Okay, seriously, babe, what?” 

“Can’t I admire my pretty boyfriend?” 

“You’re literally insane,” he mutters, pink blooming over his cheeks as he looks back to his screen shyly. 

It always amazes you that even after three years together, Jihoon still gets shy when you call him pretty, or beautiful, or gorgeous. But something about “pretty” always gets to him. He’s never admitted it, but you know he loves it when you call him pretty; but only if you mean it with everything in you. Like you do now.

“For my pretty boyfriend, yeah,” you confirm and lean forward to kiss his cheek. His shoulders lift as he tries not to giggle shyly at the praise paired with the sweet kiss.  

“Ah, stop,” he complains weakly and gently nudges you backwards with his elbow, even as you whine and nuzzle under his jaw with your nose affectionately. “L-love,” he stammers, fingers fluttering over his keyboard. “I’m playing.”

“I’m not stopping you, pretty boy.” As soon as the petname is out of your lips, Jihoon whimpers softly and you know you’ve got him. “But, if you turn it off, I can show you just how fucking pretty you are to me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out and doesn’t even bother turning he game off, just closes the lid of his laptop and moves it to the empty space on his left. 

“Let's go to bed. I want to lay you out and worship you,” you murmur against his skin. You feel his soft groan against your lips more than you hear it. 

Knowing that he’ll follow, you get up and head to the bedroom to set the bed up; pull back the covers and adjust the pillows to put yours right in the centre. 

Jihoon always prefers to lay his head on your pillow when you’re being intimate, so that he can fully immerse himself in you with your scent right by his face. It’s another thing he’s never admitted to, but you still know. You know him too well at this point to not notice these things about him.

Without a word, as soon as Jihoon is in the bedroom, he crawls up onto the bed and lays on his back to get comfortable in the centre of the bed, while you sit on the edge and watch him.

Once he’s still, you lean over with one hand resting gently on the centre of his chest and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Comfy, my love?” you check. He hums in confirmation and nods. “Good.” 

Satisfied with his position and comfort, you get onto the bed properly to kneel over him with a knee either side of his hips and work on undoing the buttons of the cardigan. 

When they’re all undone and you push the material aside to bare his torso to you, Jihoon starts to sit up ready to remove it, but you tut and gently push him back down. “You look so pretty in it, baby. Keep it on so you’re surrounded by my love, hm?” 

“It’s the cardigan that’s pretty,” he replies in a murmur, eyes darting down to look at the material pooling either side of his waist on the bed and still covering his arms. 

“Excuse you, Lee Jihoon, how dare you insinuate that you’re not leagues prettier!” you exclaim and pinch his nipple lightly, making him yelp and lift his hands to cover his always so sensitive nipples. 

“Hey!”

“Take it back!”

“You’re biased as my partner; you have to call me pretty!” he defends and bats your hands away when you reach towards his chest again.

“I called you pretty before we even started to date!” you remind and lean over him, planting your hands either side of his head. “Now, stop disrespecting the love of my life or we’re going to have issues, understand, Lee Jihoon?”

He softens at your words, your reminder of how intensely and utterly you love him. His eyes round out a little as his hands slip away from his chest. “C’mere,” he all but whispers as he reaches up to cup your face and gently pulls you into a kiss full of love and devotion; appreciation for you and an urge to show you just how much he adores you with his lips moving against yours. His tongue flits out to drag against yours slowly and spill soft moans into your mouth as his fingers press into your skin as if he wants nothing more than to imprint himself over every inch of you.

The kiss breaks with heavy breath and a handful of lingering pecks as neither of you really want to be apart; but you both need to breathe if you want to have the chance to live a long, happy, and healthy life together. Which, you both very much would love to do.

“My love?” he calls softly when you’ve both filled your lungs enough. You hum questioningly in response and lean up further to look down into his dark gaze. “Show me how pretty I am?” 

A gentle smile lifts your lips as you lean down and press a lingering kiss to his lips. “Happily, my pretty boy,” you hum appreciatively against his lips before starting your work.

Jihoon’s hands fall to the bed, splaying out and curling into the sheets under him as your lips start a well-travelled path over his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bones, and to his chest. 

You pass your adoration through your lips into his skin and know he can feel the intention based on the way his breath is already staggered. Little pants and puffs leave his parted lips as he tries to regulate his breathing when your love is filling his chest and making it hard to get a steady breath. But he’d never ask you to stop, would never want you to. He would choke on your love and still yearn for more. 

Jihoon doesn’t think he’s a greedy man generally, but when it comes to you and your love, he always wants more. He wants all you to fill him with your love until it spills out and puddles at his feet. He knows you’d scoop it back up and gently press it back into him as much as he wants. As much as he needs.

You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a person, even before he knew what he wanted. You’re everything he never knew he needed until the first time you did this; spent so long worshipping his body until he was a shivering mess on his bed, and you curled up at his side to hold him without asking or even wanting anything in return. 

He knew from that day that you’re it for him; the only person he wants to have in his bed. The only person he wants to spend his life with. 

You know how to lift him up, and how to hold him down on solid ground whenever he needs it. He tries his best to return that care and attention, and he hopes that he does a good job. He’s not very good with words and actions in day-to-day life, but he can lay here when you want him to, can let you show him how pretty you find him because he knows you genuinely mean it and need him to believe it too. 

He can do a lot of other things in bed too, things he knows you love, and he’s always willing to try out new things too. But that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about how much Jihoon can fuck you into the mattress or use his mouth and hands to send you to another plane of existence. 

This is about showing Jihoon how pretty he truly is. 

Jihoon’s breath catches when your lips brush over his left nipple, fingers of your left-hand dance over his ribs to meet his other nipple and teasingly trace featherlight around the very edge. He whimpers quietly and wriggles until you apply more pressure and stop teasing; press your thumb to one nipple and drag your tongue over the other. 

He gasps and without even looking, you know he’s closed his eyes and has that little furrow in his eyebrows that he always gets when pleasure starts to build in his body.

As much as you love playing with Jihoon’s pretty nipples, you know he gets very sensitive and desperate to cum very quickly if you spend too long on them, and that’s not the aim of this today.

Slowly, you move your mouth down his torso; kissing, sucking, and licking every dip and rise of his well-toned body as you listen carefully to every breathless moan and pleasure fuelled hitch of breath coming from your boyfriend. You don’t need to pay such close attention to his breathing to know which areas are more sensitive, which areas cause him to twitch and grip the sheets tighter. But you like the noises he makes. They’re almost as pretty as he is.

When you reach the elastic of his boxers, Jihoon lets out a soft whimper, nearly desperate for you to remove the item and make him cum already. Yet, he doesn’t try to make you. 

He knows you’ll take good care of him and make it worth the wait; even if his impatience wants to make him stick his own hand in his boxers to wrap around his practically throbbing length. But he’ll wait. He’ll wait as long as you make him. It’s always worth the wait; you’ve never failed to make him see stars when you do this.

He isn’t entirely surprised when you tease your fingers along the edge of the elastic, drag your tongue against the dip in his hips before moving further down. But it does make him let out a little noise of complaint that you only laugh softly at, a single exhale of air against his skin as your lips twitch up in amusement before you get back to work.

Jihoon knows you won’t be satisfied until you’ve kissed over every patch of exposed skin, until you’ve tucked bite marks into the insides of his thighs just at the hem of his boxers where only your eyes and touch are granted the privilege of knowing. 

So, he waits as your lips trail his thighs.

He waits as your fingers wrap around the backs of his knees to lift his legs and allow you space to nip at the top of his calf to make his whole body twitch.

He waits as your tongue teasingly edges under the leg of his boxers to get at that tiny little hidden inch of extra skin.

He waits as your hands turn down his boxers little by little.

He waits as your mouth gives all the new skin thorough attention.

He waits as you toss his boxers aside and suck a collection of marks into the crease of his thigh while he pants and moans, hips moving and cock aching for your touch.

And finally, he’s rewarded.

Today, you don’t dance around it. Today, you think he’s really got the message. Today, the precum leaking from his cock is too pretty to resist and you lap at it shortly before abruptly taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Jihoon gasps sharply, body curling and shoulders coming off of the bed at the sudden wet, warmth wrap around his sensitive tip, before he drops back down with a string of curses, praises, and thanks. It makes you giggle, and the vibrations travel along his cock, where it’s sitting heavy on your tongue as you take him a little deeper, making him moan.

Finally, Jihoon loosens his grip of one hand from the sheets. His right hand unfurls to reach down and thread into your hair; to rest his palm flat on your head, even if his knuckles hurt from how tight he’s been gripping the bedding until now. 

“F-fuck,” he breathes out, hips canting up to slide more of his cock into your mouth. You adjust your position to make it easier on you to take him then hum, patting his hips encouragingly with both hands. It’s been three years of this, yet he still always checks, “You sure?” he pants, peering down at you. The flat look you give him makes him chuckle before he moves his hand from your hair to caress your cheek fondly. “Alright, love, remember to pinch me if it’s too much.” You hum in agreement to the rule put in place from the very first time Jihoon fucked your mouth, and then he starts moving his hips. 

Just like every time, Jihoon starts slowly, gradually moving his hips to drag his heavy cock over your tongue and tease the back of your throat without pressing into it. 

Back when you first got together, you had assumed he did it for your sake; but now you know that it’s mostly for him. He doesn’t want to get overwhelmed by going faster and not appreciate the feeling of your perfect little mouth welcoming his cock in so eagerly. 

The sight of your lips stretched taught around his thick cock, as he edges further into your mouth and hits your throat, makes Jihoon groan and move his hand from cupping your face and to the back of your head. 

He’s not pushing you, not holding you down or pulling your head to lead you. He’s just resting there, thumb randomly stroking against your hair because Jihoon can’t stop himself from rubbing his thumb against you whenever his hand is resting against any part of you. It’s pretty much ingrained in his very being at this point; to love you in every little way he can.

“That’s it, love,” he praises thickly, still watching the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth, even if it means he’s curled up a little, using far more muscles than necessary to fuck your mouth. You can feel his thick thighs contracting under your hands with every roll of his hips and see his abs tensed with the effort of keeping his head up high enough to watch. 

At times like this, ‘pretty’ doesn’t quite fit your boyfriend. He’s mind-numbingly hot and it makes you whimper a little. 

This is where Jihoon thrives; where he doesn’t question your comments because the man knows he’s hot. He works hard enough on his body to know and be confident in that. His mouth turns up at one side in a smug smirk, teeth peeking out his parted lips, but he doesn’t say a word and moves his lips a little harder. A little faster. A little deeper. 

The fact that he’s breaching your throat with every thrust tells you that this has all run away from you a bit. You were supposed to be showing Jihoon how pretty he is, but he’s just reminded you how ridiculously hot and muscular he is. 

Abruptly, you pull off of him, pressing both hands against his hips to force him back down onto the bed.

“Babe!” he exclaims in complaint, though when you wrap your hand around his dripping cock, he slumps against the mattress and drops his hands down to his sides, splaying out and letting his eyes flutter closed. 

“That’s it,” you approve and stroke your free hand over his thigh reverently, gently digging your fingers now and then to massage away the lingering tension from his efforts. “You’re very good at distracting me, pretty boy.”

“Y-you’re very good with- fuck,” he curses as your thumb passes over the tip of his cock and presses against his slit teasingly, before moving back down to work your hand up and down his slick length in the way you know he likes best. 

“I’m good with fuck, good to know,” you muse, and giggle when he shoots you an unimpressed look, but it goes, and he chuckles before motioning you to come to him. 

Obligingly, you lean over, grabbing his right hand as you go so that you can link your fingers together on the pillow beside his head as you hover over him. Jihoon reaches up to cup your jaw in his left hand and tug you into a deep kiss, his tongue dragging against yours and tasting the lingering flavour of his precum. He’s letting out continuous, soft, and low moans and groans as your hand continues to work over his length.

You know he has to be close, but he’s holding out, letting you bring him his orgasm at the speed you deem appropriate. It always made your heart swell knowing how much he trusts you to look after him in such a vulnerable and intimate way. If possible, you think it makes you fall in love with him a little more every time.

When his hands start to twitch and his kisses grow distracted, you know he’s teetering on the edge. It’s a sight you never want to miss, so you lean up enough to be able to look down at him, to see both his pretty, pleasure pinked face and leaking cock in one view. 

If possible, you’d frame a picture of Jihoon like this and hang it on the bedroom wall to look at whenever you want. But Jihoon had refused when you asked, so you have to make do with your memories and bring him to orgasm as often as he’ll allow you to be blessed with the visage. 

“Love,” Jihoon manages to get the petname out in warning amongst his panting and moaning, muscles starting to pull taut.

“I know, pretty boy. Show me,” you encourage. 

Jihoon nods mindlessly a few times before he abruptly stops breathing for a second, then moans long and low as his back arches and his climax hits him. You watch entranced as his cum lands over his exposed torso, painting his stomach and chest so prettily you hope you never forget this sight. 

His hair has half come out of the messy bun he’d put it in, and the clips are dangling from blonde strands beside his head, no longer keeping anything in place. His skin is splotchy; reds and pinks melting over his skin in no discernible pattern. His muscles are shuddering, trembling as pleasure courses through his body. He’s a mess. And he’s never looked prettier. 

Carefully, you drag your hand over his cock to work him through his orgasm before you let go, not wanting to overstimulate him. He’s already exhausted, and you know he can’t handle being overstimulated in these sessions. 

Knowing that he needs a moment to himself to gather himself, you press a kiss to his forehead before getting up to go to the bathroom and get a warm, damp cloth and a dry towel. Plus, a quick stop to the living room to grab his mostly full glass before you return.

He looks a little more like himself now and smiles tiredly at you as you place his glass down then climb up onto the bed to his side.

“How do you feel, my love?” you ask as you begin to use the damp washcloth to clean him gently. 

“Good, real good,” he assures as he puts his hand on your thigh to mindlessly stroke. “You always make me feel good.”

“I’m glad I’m doing my job as your partner right then,” you return, giving him a cheeky smile that he chuckles at. “Feel pretty now?”

“The prettiest,” he confirms, making you smile a little wider, truly happy with his response. Especially as you know he means it.

“You are,” you agree and quickly pat him dry before bundling the wet cloth inside the towel and tossing them in the vague direction of the washing hamper to deal with later. 

Once you’ve urged Jihoon to sit up enough to swallow down the remainder of his drink, you adjust the pillows back to normal and pull the blanket up over your bodies as you curl up against him. Jihoon hums happily as your head rests on his shoulder and his arms wrap around your body.

For a little while, you’re both quiet, contently enjoying just existing in one another’s bubble. At peace where you belong, tucked in each other’s loving embrace. You think that nothing could be better than this.

“I love you,” Jihoon says in a soft voice to not break the calm, fuzzy atmosphere, but his words are still so full of affection you can feel it overflowing and spreading over your skin. “With everything in me, I love you.”

It seems you were wrong. One thing could make this better and that’s your boyfriend speaking the depths of his adoration for you into the air and letting it settle over you both like a warm, cosy blanket.

“I love you just the same, Jihoon,” you promise and seal it with a kiss to his neck, where you can feel his pulse thrum under your lips and hope it will take the message right to his heart. You think it might, as Jihoon’s chest expands a little bigger as if his heart is momentarily swelling with the addition of your extra love, before it spreads throughout his body and he settles back down, holding you that bit tighter and pressing his own kiss to your head. 

You think that really, you will never find another who can make you feel the way Jihoon does. From the very first day you met, he stole your attention and over time, your heart, and a piece of your soul to blend with his own. 

Or perhaps, he always had a part, but you just didn’t know what you were missing until you met him, and he took the time and effort to show you what it means to find your other part. Your other half. Your soulmate.

You never believed in soulmates until Jihoon, always scoffed at the thought. But you think that if anyone was designed to complete your heart and soul, it’d be your pretty boy.

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[summrprincess]

Watching Good Boy because of the plot.

The plot:

[summrprincess]

I’m saying this with the greatest request and need!

Please somebody write a smut for park bogum. That guy is such a sweetheart and a HUNK!!

OOHH IM GOING DOWN ON HIM ALL DAY AND NIGHT. JUST CHOCKING ON HIS COCK WHILE HE LYING DOWN NAKED AND SWEATY .

CATCHING HIS BREATH CUZ HE HAS ALREADY CUM DOWN MY THROAT FOR THE TENTH TIME

AND I STILL SAY THANK HIM FOR THAT

[summrprincess]

We need more blush on WOOZI!!!!

Its the closest thing we can get of how red his face gonna be when hes fucking!!

[summrprincess]

Let me just take a sniff of tht…. U KNOW WHAT IMMA JUST SNIFF & LICK IT TILL I PASS OUT!!!!!!

[summrprincess]

Make me full one month straight just with his seed

Y/N:🧎‍♀️🍆💦🤰

That’s it. Just that. Dont need no more explanation. You get what my message.

[summrprincess]

Y/N:🧎‍♀️🍆🤤💦🤰

That’s it. Just that. Dont need no more explanation. You get what my message is.

[summrprincess]

YES!!!! YES!!!!! YES!!!!! YES!!!!!! YES!!!!!

[summrprincess]

Woozi hard nipple sightings 👀.

Like the stylist needs to stop dressing him this way!! Like..how do they know that i always want to play with his nipple!!!!

[summrprincess]

👏👏👏👏👏👏

dude

thots on this (2nd slide) but him as your trainer and him edging you when you’re done with your routine because you looked so hot during the workout 😩🥴

- 🐨

“please, please can i cum?” you’re begging, no, pleading for release. it’s barely audible because jihoon has a hand around your throat and you’re in one of the gym’s shower stalls where anyone could walk in, but it’s loud enough for him to hear it.

he simply smirks cruelly and shakes his head no, continuing to finger you like your legs aren’t about to give out on you. your knees already feel like jelly from the workout you just finished… a couple more edges and you won’t be able to stand, let alone walk.

jihoon wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady and slots his thigh between your legs.

“only good girls get to cum,” he hisses, thumb circling your clit with even more pressure. you struggle not to cry out, opting to bite your bottom lip so hard you nearly draw blood instead. he wants you to fail. he’s so transparent. “were you a good girl today?”

“yes…” you answer hopefully, only to be met with a slap to your clit. “fuck!”

“i don’t think so. good girls don’t wear see-through leggings to the gym, do they? good girls don’t flaunt their ass for everyone to see.”

“i’m sorry,” you choke out. you’re trying to focus on anything other than the pressure building in your lower stomach but it’s hard. jihoon is right up on you, completely naked and soaked from the shower. with the way you’re slouched against the wall he towers over you. it makes him seem broader than he actually is and it isn’t helping your current situation at all.

“i don’t think you are. i think you wanted to distract me on purpose, wanted me to get so hard during our session that i’d have to end it early and drag you back here to give you what you want. isn’t that right?” you don’t even get the chance to protest before he’s speaking again. “you weren’t a good girl today at all. i guess that means i have to remind you of what happens to brats, huh?”

[summrprincess]

🧎‍♀️

you know what?

the scariest horror story is that i only live once and my soulmate is not Choi Seungcheol 😭

[summrprincess]

i know many of you do not give a damn and that is a problem in its own regard but i am posting this in hopes that those who are unaware and who value their morals and their integrity over music will hopefully take something from it.

this seventeen album should be boycotted at all costs. i have been a carat for seven years now and i have a lot of love (as well as frustration) for these guys. i am endlessly proud of them for making it ten years in an industry designed to tear them down and wear them out, to take everything from human beings that it can— and then some. however i cannot allow this to overshadow the negative things surrounding this album, nor should you.

i will preface by saying that seventeen will not see a huge impact from a boycott. they make pennies on the dime per stream, $0.003 cents. seventeen are also far past comfortable financially, they are by all means rich, particularly woozi. they will be a-ok. this will not cause any damage to them outside of potential bruised egos, which is an unfortunate impact however not more important than the overall issues.

i also want to say that we know that boycotting is an effective tool to put pressure on companies to change their ways, but it needs to be an organized effort. it's not something you do for a few months and give up. it's also not something you pick and choose with — you don't avoid streaming songs and then buy a lightstick from the weverse shop because it was pretty, or attend a concert.

that said, you all should be boycotting hybe anyway. this is for multiple reasons. first is their employment and collaboration with people such as scooter braun, a staunch zionist who was outright thanked by the official israel twitter account. when scooter braun found out he was on the zionists in music twitter account, he said it was an honor and he never could've dreamed of such a thing happening to him. scooter braun has a long, problematic history i would encourage all of you to thoroughly research.

hybe has also recruited artists like johnny goldstein to work on their tracks. he is credited on enhypen, illit and txt tracks, and he has also worked closely with j-hope of bts. johnny goldstein is both a ccfp member as well as a former iof soldier. he is quite literally a child murderer and he is sitting in rooms with your favorite artists. that should infuriate you.

if that is not enough, consider the level of overwork that these artists have faced. seventeen is on their sixth album in approxiately 365 calendar days between whole group projects and individual unit projects. these all have one common factor: jihoon. he has produced six albums, short or otherwise, in one year. in one year, seventeen has also done one world tour, a japan tour, caratland, and headlined three festivals. does any of this sound sustainable for human beings? they are treated like products by their company, not human beings.

for these reasons there has been a boycott in place for over a year. many carats have chosen to break it out of 'love', but in reality, they are complicit in the mistreatment of their idols.

if none of this concerns you, there are also massive red flags with this current album.

first, bad influence, which makes up a third of the group songs on the album, is produced by pharrell who is a known zionist. in april 2024, in spite of the current social climate and despite readily available information, pharrell chose to accept an invitation to sing 'happy' to iof soldiers at a fundraising event. this is while carats in gaza are packing their photocards up while they flee their homes. pharrell made the conscious choice to be on the wrong side of history.

next, wonwoo's track credits el capitxn, who in march, took to instagram to brag that his company, vendors, produced a song for kanye's album which kanye himself said was based on 'antisemitic sounds'. they worked on the track ww3, which includes verses about epstein island, voting for djt, and 'rockin swastikas'. all he had to say regarding it was that he was 'proud of his boys' and 'they make it happen'.

you either stand in one of three places.

one, you believe seventeen does not have much autonomy. in that event, you should be angry and embarrassed that such individuals have their hands in their music, muddying everything seventeen is meant to stand for. you should not stand for it and the way to make a stand against it is by boycotting.

two, you believe seventeen does have autonomy and they have the ability to deny or to okay these things. if that is the case, you should feel frustration towards them for not doing their due diligence in these matters, when they are thirteen grown men with full, unrestricted access to the internet, when they have been called out for similar behavior before, when at least one of them has to know better. you can make that frustration known by boycotting.

or you don't really care, and at the end of the day you'll always be spineless, a so called 'real fan' who will buy into everything they do and reserve all your anger for those who want them to do better, who consistently call them out, instead of wishing they would make fewer mistakes. you will always buy the albums and the photocards and the concert tickets because you don't have the strength to be anything more than another cog in the capitalist machine. just know that you are not a fan, you are a consumer, and that your blind support and willingness to throw your money at every endeavor ultimately harms your artists before it helps them.

if you do care... take a stand. take a stand against mistreatment and overwork, against seventeen being pushed towards being another mass produced, western pandering act. take a stand towards seventeen's music having filthy hands involved in it everytime you look up. you should be embarrassed, you should be frustrated and you need to do something about it or nothing will ever change.

there should never be a time in modern history where we are proud for our favorite artists to work with zionists and people who shake hands with nazis. there is no excuse.

seventeen will survive losing streams and chart positions. they will live. and maybe their company will learn a valuable lesson for it. we have the power to do something and it's high time we wake up and do it, all of us.

nobody is saying you can’t listen. but instead of opening spotify up, download the tracks from a third party instead. they will be ok, i promise. boycotting takes no effort, it is literally an act of not doing something. if seventeen means something to you, this is how you should express it right now. please, i want better for them and you should as well.

[summrprincess]

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Hoshi tanning his golden hot body sitting at the balcony of the resort in the afternoon and his fiance cant hold back anymore and decide to take him right then and there.

Inspo on hoshi chiseled golden body cus i still cant move on from this moment:

https://www.tumblr.com/mingyuskim/770044685805830144/hoshi-for-spider-2021

YUUUUPPP. 10/10 inspo. MDNI

It’s not my fault you’re so hot - k.sy

extra warning: semi-public/public sex, switchfem!reader, dom!hoshi, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that), tit sucking, finger sucking, breeding kink

Hoshi was sitting on the balcony of your hotel room, the slow setting sun shining right at him. He was shirtless, trying to get that hot tan. Little sweat pearls rolled down from his forehead and temples.

Even though his eyes were closed, he could feel your gaze starring holes into him. He lowkey flexed his abs, smirking at the tension. That little tease.

He moved his hips upwards to adjust his position, giving you a nice view of his body. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at his movement. He tried to ignore it, but he could feel his dick hardening in his pants.

You hesitated. Despite that most of the other travelers were getting ready for dinner, there were still a few people at the pool. Not like they could see you, but if you fuck like always, they will definitely hear you loud and clear. Then there were also your neighbors, who can even hear every whisper from you. Oh, and the people from the building across from yours. They would definitely get a nice big show.

Everything screamed don’t do it, but the view next to you was enough to make you cum hands-free. It’s wrong, we shouldn’t do it. Not here you thought to yourself, but the thrill of getting caught turned you on even more.

“Fuck it” you mumbled, walking towards Hoshi and pulling his pants down, just enough for his cock to be freed. Without any warning, you took him into your mouth, sucking on his cock head.

His eyes snapped open, letting out a loud whimper. “What the.. what are you..” he breathed, getting interrupted by you taking him deeper. He grabbed your hair and pulled you away. “What do you think you’re doing? In front of everyone?” he scolded with a strict tone, but his dick betrayed him, leaking pre-cum and twitching on his abs. He was as horny as you were.

“Can I not have sex with my fiancée anymore?” you asked. “But here?” Hoshi gulped. “I guess then we have to be very careful” you teased with a seductive smile. He groaned, but he gave in.

Happily, you took him back into your mouth, now going balls-deep. He threw his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth slowly opened. “You’re so needy” he whispered, guiding your head up and down. His chest heaved with pleasure while you sucked him off like it’s your last meal.

You lightly scraped your teeth on his dick, sending a wave of electricity through his body. He started to quietly moan, the sound echoing in your ears. You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside your mouth.

“Come on baby, take it all. Make me cum inside your mouth” he encouraged you, pushing your head even deeper. His body tensed up, muscles flexing, the sun emphasizing his body just right.

His hips bucked up, moaning breathlessly while he came straight into your mouth. You swallowed every drop from him, feeling the hot juice wandering down your throat.

“You drive me crazy” Hoshi muttered, pulling you on his lap. “Sit on it” he commanded. You looked at him with surprise, your face already fucked out. “What happened with mr ‘but here?’” you teasingly asked. “Do you really think I care about that now, after you sucked my dick?” he snapped back. “Alright, but I’m not gonna hold back” you warned, pulling your panty to the side and sinking down on him.

The feeling making both of you moan out loud. He grabbed your hips and pushed all of him inside you. “I’m also not gonna hold back” he insisted, lifting you slightly, before hammering right back into you. He reached deep into you, his head hitting that sweet spot.

You tried to muffle your moans, but the way he was fucking upwards into you made you loose every control you had. Your hands went down from his shoulders to his abs, your fingers following the lines. “Do you like what you see?” he smirked, flexing his abs even more. You whimpered in response, too afraid to get louder, if you open your mouth.

His fingers found your mouth, his thumb wiping away some cum from the corner off your lip, letting you lick it away. He pushed two fingers deep into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them, looking at him with doe eyes. “Yes, just like that” he breathed heavily.

His dick scraped on your walls perfectly, them clenching around him. Your moans got louder with every second, almost reaching your edge. Hoshi noticed it, certain to make you cum hard.

He pulled your dress down, just enough for your chest to be seen. He took one your tits into his mouth, while he massaged the other one with one of his hands. His teeth slightly bit your nibble, making you gasp loudly.

Before he could go to your other tit, your orgasm washed over you. You clinged onto him, becoming a gasping and moaning mess. He groaned as your cum coated his dick inside of you, going even faster.

“Do you want me to breed you? Let me put a fucking baby into you, hm? Let me cum into your tight little pussy” he hissed. You could feel his dick throbbing, getting closer and closer to his high.

His pace made you see stars, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum. I will put a baby in you” he exclaimed, before the pleasure reached him too. The cum shot deep inside of you, making you shiver.

Both of you were breathing heavily, you still clinging around his neck. “Do you think anyone heard us?” Hoshi asked. “I hope they liked it” you replied, nuzzling into his neck. He chuckled, then turning you to the side and picked you up in a bride style. “Let’s get cleaned up, it’s dinner time”

[summrprincess]

I’ll say it again

He can use my three holes!!! He can shoot down his cum down my throat till im full of his cum! He can impregnate me evry year.