#𖤐 — february filth fest.

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𖤐 — FEBRUARY FILTH FEST LINEUP !

SPIT PLAY ￫ wooyoung

SOMNOPHILIA ￫ yeosang

UNIFORM ￫ san

PUBLIC ￫ mingi

DACRYPHILIA ￫ yunho

AURALISM ￫ jongho

OVERSTIMULATION ￫ hongjoong

DEGRADATION ￫ san

ORAL FIXATION ￫ seonghwa

THREESOME ￫ hongjoong / mingi

IMPREGNATION ￫ yunho

NIPPLE PLAY ￫ wooyoung

MIRROR SEX ￫ hongjoong

SOFT DOM ￫ seonghwa

SIZE KINK ￫ mingi

SADISM ￫ san

PRAISE ￫ seonghwa

FEM DOM ￫ jongho

DOUBLE PENETRATION ￫ yunho / yeosang

DEEPTHROAT ￫ wooyoung

VOYEUR ￫ mingi ft. jongho

MASTERBATION ￫ yeosang

CREAMPIE ￫ yunho

PEGGING ￫ san

MANHANDLING ￫ jongho

VAMPIRE ￫ seonghwa

HYBRID ￫ wooyoung

BREATHPLAY ￫ hongjoong

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DAY ONE ￫ spit play (wooyoung)

𖤐 — 465

𖤐 — nsfw, gn!reader, so much spit it's kinda sickening (but woo loves the mess), kinda subby woo?

wooyoung lacked control in many aspects of his life, being an idol and all.

so how he found himself basking in the feeling of spit-slicked lips and cheeks under the person he usually found his control in was an odd occurrence then again, he was far from complaining.

your spit tasted sweet, evidence of the sugar-filled cake you had made for him after his schedules now mixing with his own saliva in such a messy yet delicious way.

“god, baby-” wooyoung groaned, his clothed hips bucking up towards your own covered hips, desperately grinding to get some sort of release that was pent up from his long day. “you taste so good.”

a smile broke the sloppy kiss – at his words, you couldn’t help but pepper his cheeks with kisses, trailing from his cheekbone and down to his jaw, leaving a trail of both his and your own spit as you went.

with your lips now attached to his neck and jaw, you found a rhythm in grinding back down against his own thrusts up, nipping at his flesh every time he let out a whine of pleasure. “woo, you’re being so good for me,” your fingers that were laced in his hair traced their way down the curves of his body, only stopping once they reached the waistband of his sweatpants.

even the slightest of touches made wooyoung’s body twitch in excitement and the drool in his mouth – that of which he didn’t know if it was his own or yours at that point – collected in the swell of his cheeks, sloppy trails leaving the corners of his mouth with every moan and cry you elicited from him.

“please-” he whined as your fingertip ventured below the hem, hips grinding down against him constantly. “please touch me,” his hips bucked up wildly now, with the promise of fulfillment if only you fulfilled his needs first.

you brought yours lips back up to his own, fingers paused only inches away from where he needed you most. “what do you want more woo,” you whispered against his lips, close enough to bask in eachotehrs breath, but not close enough to give him the satisfaction of entertwining his tongue with your own like before.

wooyoung gasped at the feeling of your hand wrapping around his length the next second, only to be muffled by your lips shortly after, swallowing his moans as you pumped his cock. “do you want my hand,” you pulled away. “or do you want my mouth?” your tongue darted out to teasingly lick at his pouted out bottom lip.

“m-mouth, your mouth please baby,” he panted, no longer being able to handle the heat in the room that the two of you had created. “for fucks sake, i just need to feel you.”

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DAY 20 ￫ deepthroat (wooyoung)

𖤐 — 495

𖤐 — nsfw, gn!reader, overstimulation (m receiving), slightly subby woo

wooyoung himself was a sinful being.

he was raw, dirty, and obnoxious at the worst imaginable times.

then again, you wouldn't have asked for him to be any other way in moments like this.

your throat constricted around his length, squeezing his cock in just the right way that made the whimpering man see the bright gates of heaven.

wooyoung didn’t ask for head (read : at least not often) but when he did, you made sure to bring him to the farthest points of pleasure that you could possibly bring him – your hands groping at his balls, tongue dragging along the bulging vein on the underside of his cock with every bob of your head, and your lips closing to a puckering kiss against his bright red, nearing purple tip, before repeating the process all over again.

“jesus baby i-i don’t think i can cum again,” wooyoung panted and squirmed under the heat of your hands and mouth, cock twitching with his accidental self inflicted stimulation. “i think i’m gonna pass out,” he hissed at the vibration of your giggles around his length.

he kept his hands close to his sides, not wanting to force your head or halt you from coming up for a breath, but with every second you kept coating his length with your spit, the closer he was to entangling his digits with your hair – then again if he did allow himself to give in and grab two fistfulls of your hair, he didn’t know if he’d pull you away or push your nose to his pelvis.

hollowing your cheeks and focusing on breathing through your nose, hands halting their light touches on his balls, you allowed his cock to sink deeper into your throat until you gagged, throat clenching down on his length once again.

the man above you swore loudly, eyes rolling back as he felt the burning hot feeling flood his body and the bright white light take over his vision – at your spot with your nose pressed against the small patch of hair that laid above the bass of his length, you watched as his muscles tensed up and prepared yourself to take his load down yoru throat.

he must’ve blacked out for a moment because when he finally zoned back into the situation, you were licking at the rest of his load that coated his cock, both hands coming to intertwine with his own that clutched at the now wrinkled sheets, watching to make sure he truly didn’t lose himself in the pleasure.

“y’know…” he panted. “i don’t know if i love or hate that mouth of yours.”

“well how about i help you figure that out,” you spoke while teasingly bringing his cock back towards your mouth, but before you could take his aching tip back into your wet cavern, wooyoung was scrambling to pull you away, hissing half-hearted curses as he tried to keep your mouth away from his sensitive and overstimulated member.

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DAY TWO ￫ somnophilia ( kang yeosang )

𖤐 — 545

𖤐 — somnophilia, dubcon, use of rings as consent, afab!reader, gn!pronouns, fingering/clit stimulation

the moment he walked through the door to your shared bedroom, his eyes zeroed in on the shining band wrapped around your right pointer finger. the band almost caused his knees to buckle as his mind processed what your unconscious form was telling him.

green light.

his body moved quickly, hands pulling at the still sweat-soaked layers from practice meer minutes before he had gotten home to you, and hands pushing the blanket away from your form quietly and softly.

it was something the two of you had talked about for months now – the idea of touching the other when they looked oh so good, quiet, completely at their will, made the fire in both of your stomachs burn with desire. you had come up with the idea of the rings – a way of non-verbally telling the other that they were allowed to touch you in your unsuspecting state. while his ring lay unused on his bedside table, while yours sat prettily on your finger, giving him all the permission he needed in order to continue with his actions.

with a light finger, yeosang traced your features – your brow bone, full cheeks, your nose bridge, and the plush surface of your lips, only to trail down your neck moments later. as he felt the fabric of your night shirt catch on his nail, he couldn’t help but pull it down, mouth attaching to the newfound skin, sucking blotches into your then untainted skin, painting his own beautiful mural that the two of you would fawn over in the days to come.

yeosang continued his gentle attack on your skin as his hands ventured lower onto your still silent and calm body, pulling at the sleep shorts that rested around your hips – continuing his action from before and pulling them down as his fingertips trailed down your thighs.

at the movement, your body twisted, but you remained in slumber much to yeosang’s delight. he couldn’t describe it to the full extent, but the way your form was laid out for him, neck blossoming in new colours from his mouths assault, or the way your thighs clenched together from the feeling of the cool air touching your heat… it drove him crazy in all the right ways.

with nimble and light fingers, yeosang trailed his fingertips over your clit, repeating the action slowly so as to not wake you up too fast. he coated his middle and pointer fingers in your juices, bordering on entering your cunt, but just dipping in enough to tease you. yeosang continued his assault on your skin, but as his desperation grew, he began to work his fingers harder against your clit, drawing his own hips into the bed with every movement his hand made.

in minutes, your body began to squirm against his figure, hips twitching up to chase after the feeling of his fingers pressing against your sweet spot, and hands drawing up to feel his broad shoulders over your frame, fingers nimbly intertwining with his locks of hair as you whined and moaned at the feeling of yeosang working you up.

as you opened your eyes, making eye contact with the man you trusted with your entire being, you couldn’t help but ask for more.

and more he gave.