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𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚

smut mdni

pairing: wayv x f!reader

cw: sexual content, accidental nude, mutual pining, dirty texting

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KUN

you didn’t even have time to process the horror.

a full nude. sent. to kun.

you: KUN I’M SO SORRY OH MY GOD PLEASE DELETE THAT

he was typing.

kun: you want me to pretend I didn’t see it?

you: YES. PLEASE. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR.

kun: accident or not, it’s in my head now

kun: and now I can’t stop imagining your legs over my shoulders

you blinked. stomach dropping.

kun: next time, just call me over. I’d rather feel than see

TEN

you saw the notification and your soul left your body, you’d just sent your nude to ten.

you: OH MY GOD TEN PLS DELETE IT PLS IT WASN’T FOR YOU

ten: wow

ten: didn’t know you kept that kind of thing in your gallery

you: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR

ten: I liked the accident very much

ten: next time, let me help pose you, Ihave ideas and a camera

you were dead. fully, completely dead.

WINWIN

you realized the mistake before it even finished uploading. a full nude sent to winwin. fuck

he was online. and his reply came faster than you expected

winwin: wow

you: I swear it was an accident, I didn’t mean to send that to you, omg I’m so embarrassed

winwin: stop

winwin: you think I’m mad?

you didn’t know what to say.

winwin: I’m hard

you nearly dropped your phone.

winwin: now imagine what’ll happen if you show up at my place looking like that.

winwin: fyi, the door is unlocked

XIAOJUN

you saw his name and your stomach turned.

“photo sent to xiaojun.”

and before you could send him a message saying to not open the photo, your phone lit up.

Xiaojun. FaceTime

you froze. he saw it.

you answered with shaking hands.

“did you mean to send that?” he asked, voice low.

you opened your mouth, but no sound came.

he smirked.

“because if you did, you just ruined me. I’ve been hard since I saw it and I can’t stop imagining you laying here, naked, looking like you belong to me”

he tilted the camera slightly, just his boxers, and he was hard

“next time you want to tease me like that, be ready to finish what you start”

HENDERY

“photo sent to hendery”

great. hendery, from all people you sent accidentally to him

you didn’t even bother to say anything else, at this point, you were only expecting his exaggerated reaction

and the answer came quickly

hendery: oh

hendery: oh my fucking GOD.

hendery: why would you do that to me

you: OF COURSE I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND TO YOU

hendery: I was literally drinking water and choked

hendery: this photo needs to be in a museum

hendery: or in my mouth idk

you: HENDERY

hendery: I’m not even joking, I’m painfully hard rn

hendery: wanna see it???

you: DO NOT DARE

too late. he sent you a photo. his hand holding his very hard dick

and you liked it

YANGYANG

you just sent your nastiest dirtiest nude to yangyang.

by accident.

perfect.

you: YANG PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT IT

you: DELETE IT

you: IT WASN’T FOR YOU OH MY GOD

yangyang is typing…

then he stops

yangyang is typing…

yangyang: ok but like

yangyang: why do you look so fuckable in it

you: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

yangyang: my dick doesn’t think so

you: STOPPPP

yangyang: no because now I’m picturing you riding me with that exact look

yangyang: fuck. now I gotta touch myself.

yangyang: unless you wanna come over and help?

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HYUNHO — dominATE amsterdam (©Rin71251)

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tell me what I need for now; [xiao dejun]

w/c: 1,164

a/n: sub tops save me save me sub tops… you may recognise some themes from this headcanon post! that wasn’t enough to satiate my sick craving for submissive dejun <3 merry christmas one and all

tags: sub!dejun, humiliation, a hint of degradation, praise (‘good boy’), oral (f!rec), a hint of clit biting because I’m a little freak, begging, pinv, edging (m!rec), orgasm denial (m!rec)

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Despite the bruises from doing this just the night before, Dejun is on his knees again. It’s a position he puts himself in willingly, though he won’t deny you the fun of making him. The fun of humiliating him. Truthfully, there’s no place he’d rather be.

He whines against you, a sweet, melodic sound, just as pretty as he is. A mess of soft curls falls over his eyes, which flash open every so often to check your reaction, like your shaky whimpering isn't clue enough.

His tongue greedily explores your folds, licking, kissing, sucking, biting your clit, ravenous at the taste of you. More than that, he’s ravenous at the taste of pleasing you, of hearing you moan, of feeling your thighs around his head, of your juices coating his chin.

“Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He tries to pull away to beg, but he’s cut off by your thighs squeezing his head, drawing his tongue back to your cunt. He laps at your arousal, groaning when you grind into his mouth. You bury your fingers in his hair and pull him back.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Though you heard his request, he’s so fun to tease. He looks up at you with the cute kicked-puppy eyes he always gets when you make him repeat himself, humiliate himself.

“I said-” He closes his eyes. You can feel his ragged, anxious breathing, warm against your dripping pussy. “Please, please let me fuck you.”

“You’re so cute.” You sigh, absentmindedly petting his hair. “It almost makes me want to give you what you want…”

“Almost…”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Almost.”

He pouts so pitifully at this that you consider giving in. The more you deny him, though, the needier he gets, the harder he fucks you when he’s finally allowed. You brush your fingers down his cheek, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“Use your fingers,” You mutter next to his ear. “I might feel more generous after I cum.”

He responds without words, more of a breathless whine. You part your folds to give him easier access and he kisses your fingertips before attaching his mouth to your clit again. Two slender fingers slide in with little resistance, curling up inside you to meet his tongue at your clit.

“Good boy…”

He responds to that with moans that send shivers down your spine, burying his head into your pussy, thrusting against your G-spot with a fervour that makes you yelp. Pleased, so pleased with pleasing you, he sucks at your clit, long and sharp and enough to make your legs quiver around his head.

“Oh fuck, make me cum, baby.”

He wants you to use him, he’s told you as much, so you sink your fingers into his hair, holding him close against you so you can grind against his tongue. It’s in this moment that you understand exactly how he gets when he’s desperate to cum, why he’d do anything to reach that high.

The pleasure turns from a distant ache to a sharp, urgent sensation - a want into a need. He grips your thigh for support with his free hand as you give yourself exactly what you need. Fisting the sheets for leverage, your orgasm shakes through you, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.

He kisses your thighs as you come down. His desperate, hungry eyes say nothing but please. You could pretend not to know what he wants, but when all you want is him inside you, any pretence feels like an unnecessary delay. He’s a truly pathetic sight on his knees, veiny cock leaking precum, waiting for your instruction. Gorgeous.

You hold his face in your hands and kiss him as he stands up. It’s hard not to grin at the light in his eyes, already so needy, so cute. Sometimes, when he’s like this, he’ll cum too early, without permission. This doesn’t bother you. Punishing him is just a different kind of fun.

He holds his cock against your entrance, waiting for your approval. “You’ve been so good.” You nod. “Go ahead, baby.”

You keep your face cool and indifferent as his cock fills you inch by inch, despite how incredible he already feels. The more you ignore him, the needier he gets. Though at this point, it hardly matters.

He fucks you like a wild animal, panting and moaning from his first thrust into you. Winded by the force, you reach up and grab his neck, pulling him closer, finding his lips with your own. The panting and moaning is even hotter against your mouth. He tastes like you as he sucks your tongue, bites your lip. All of a sudden, his hips slow to an agonising stop.

“Edging already?” A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “Are you that desperate?”

All he can do is nod, face contorted in concentration. Such a pretty, helpless sight.

“How pathetic. Can you say that for me? Tell me how pathetic you are?”

“I- fuck-” His cock twitches inside you. You tilt your head patronisingly as he finds the will to speak. “I’m so pathetic, baby, all for you.” He thrusts into you again, hard and fast.

“And needy, hm?” You smile as if you’re not tormenting him. As if he isn’t pounding into you like his life depends on it, as if he isn’t making you see stars with his hips.

“So needy…” He agrees without question.

“So obedient.” The smile still plastered on your face seems to drive him even wilder. “Good boy…”

“Am I allowed to, ah…” He mutters through shaky breath. “Can I cum?”

“One bit of praise and you’re already being demanding?” You sigh. “Not yet, Dejun, be patient.”

The scolding only seems to make him harder, more desperate. His hips move at an unbelievable pace, like he’s giving you everything just to prove how much he wants you. Still sensitive from cumming so hard, the friction of his cock starts to overwhelm you.

“You like it- ah- you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you, baby?”

“Mm.” He stammers as he slows to edge again. “I really- I really do.”

“Don’t stop!” You scold, a hint of genuine exasperation colouring your tone. He’s so desperately hard and it feels so good. He dutifully obeys, picking up his pace again. This time, you let your pleasure flow freely from your mouth, tormenting him with how good he’s making you feel. “Oh, god, Dejun.” Your moans fill the room. “Your cock feels so fucking good…”

Already at the edge again, the next groan out of his mouth is low but pleading, intoxicatingly whiny. “Can I- please can I cum?” He begs, eyes wide. “Fuck- please?”

The look in his eyes is of pure torment, any playful façade slipped away. If he’d ever been playing the part of a desperate man, now he’s living it, it’s consuming him. It would be cruel to deny such a pathetic sight.

“Not yet, baby. Keep being good.”

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cherry red. (x.dj)

PAIRING: xiaojun x fem!reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 707

SYNOPSIS: you didn't expect to see one of your favourite colours between your legs.

CONTENT WARNINGS: established relationship, oral (receiving), mentions of hair pulling, praising, 'princess', 'good girl' and 'pretty girl' is used,

AUTHORS NOTE: for @thetypingpup. not a long fic, but its something... attack me with mark and i attack right back (with love) <3

Sharing in conversation with Xiaojun about how you adore the colour cherry red wasn’t supposed to go any further than that; just a simple conversation. 

The deep and intense hue of cherry red easily captures your attention, standing out among the other colours that are present. Sometimes, you can associate it with love, evoking feelings of passion and romance. Other times, it embodies desire and lust, igniting a sense of intensity and yearning.

When mentioning this, you didn’t expect anything to come out of it, and you didn’t pay too much attention to the way Xiaojun’s eyebrows raise as he absorbs your words, a look of curiosity and wonder displayed across his features, deep in thought as you continue talking about other topics. 

But, here you are, a day or two later, finding yourself lying across your shared bed with your legs spread, Xiaojun’s hands keeping you still as his head of newly dyed cherry red hair is between your legs, tongue slurping at your arousal that seeps into the sheets below. 

“Tastes so sweet,” He practically purrs, pressing a quick kiss to your clit in adoration. “Always tastes so sweet for me, don’t you?”

His gaze shifts up, eyes locking with yours, hair tickling the insides of your thighs and he lips curl into a grin, watching as your body reacts to his touch and how he relaxes into yours when your fingers thread through his hair to tug at the roots, the vibrations of his moan sends a shrill up your spine.

“Please,” Your voice, barely a whisper, speaks out. 

“What are you begging for?” Xiaojun asks you as he presses his mouth to your skin, leaving gentle kisses in his path. “I’m giving you everything you want. I always do.”

You don’t exactly know what you’re begging for, but you can’t seem to stop, the words tumbling from your lips like a broken record and he chuckles, leaving one last kiss to your thigh before he licks between your puffy folds and presses his mouth back to where you need him most, hands sliding around your legs to put his fingers to use, spreading your folds wider apart to swirl his tongue around your entrance.

You wail, clenching around nothing, hands gripping his hair tighter as you grind your hips against his face for more and he gives in, pushing two of his fingers inside and massaging the warmth of your walls as his tongue keeps up the pace, sucking and slurping to feel your legs tremble around his head.

“Look so pretty from down here, princess. So pretty, aren’t you?” He compliments and you hum, but the non-verbal response isn’t enough to please him and you gasp loudly, head thrown back against the pillows as his fingers press down on a particular part inside and how his mouth sucks a little harder at your clit. “Say it, pretty girl. Tell me how pretty you are from this angle.”

“I’m pretty.” You’re quick to agree.

“How pretty?”

“So pretty,” The whine at the end of your voice is what pleases Xiaojun and he smiles, beginning to pump his fingers at a speed that has your toes curling and grip on his hair tighten, back arched and skin sweaty as his mouth resumes in licking and sucking at the spots that sends you teetering over the edge of your orgasm.

Xiaojun knows well when you’re close, knowing your body like the back of his hand. He’s studied the ins and outs of you, maybe he even knows you better than you know yourself which is why he continues his movements, keeping the pace the way it is, adding a few extra flicks of his tongue over your clit to hear those sounds that makes him feel proud.

Unable to hide the smirk on his face, he watches as your body seizes up as you cum, squeezing around his fingers and sucking him in so tightly as your hips buck, airy gasp and whines leaving your lips as bliss hits, fucking yourself on his fingers despite him already helping you ride it out.

“That’s it,” He praises so endearingly, kissing your puffy folds as if he would your lips. “Let it go, princess. Good job. Good girl.”

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Common Romance Tropes

If you want to write a romantic short story or novel, it’s vital that you learn the basic love tropes that are a part of the genre, so that you can work with them (or against them) to form a love story your readers will identify with.

Love Triangle. One of the most common tropes of romance literature: three characters are competing for each other’s love, and only two will pair off. This is a favorite romance trope for creating tension, since the reader wonders who will pair off and who will be left alone with their painfully unrequited love. Will she choose the bad boy or the geek? Will he choose the cheerleader or the ugly duckling? Love triangles are the ultimate trope to appeal to “shippers”—readers who like to pick a side and play matchmaker. Example: Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (2008).

Secret Billionaire. A billionaire or member of a royal family is tired of their lavish lifestyle, and they sneak out of the spotlight—and, in disguise, run into someone who treats them as if they’re an ordinary person. Whether or not this leaves them frustrated or entranced, it has a little more pizzazz than the standard “boy meets girl” story—and the end result is often true love. Example: Naked in Death by Nora Roberts (1995).

Friends to Lovers. They’ve known each other since they were childhood friends or they recently met each other, and now things are heating up—even though they used to see each other as just friends, they now see each other as a potential love interest. This trope is popular because we get to see two characters bond with each other as friends first, which allows them to be more open with each other without a physical relationship getting in the way. As their feelings for one another—and the sexual tension—build, we can’t help but want them to get together so we can watch them go from “best friends since high school” to “happily ever after.” Example: Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell (2012).

Stuck Together. There are plenty of variations of the “stuck together” trope, which is often a staple of romantic comedies: two people trapped in a snowed-in cabin, forced to stay with each other overnight at the office, on a road trip, or even stuck in an arranged marriage. However it happens, this trope will trap two characters—whether they’re sworn enemies or already attracted to one another—in the same place and let the drama ensue. Example: From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata (2018).

Enemies to Lovers. Enemies to lovers is a beloved trope, made popular by Jane Austen in the classic novel Pride & Prejudice: two people who hate each others’ guts (usually for ridiculous reasons) end up overcoming their differences and angst and ending the story with a (spoiler!) declaration of love. The “enemies to lovers” trope often goes hand-in-hand with the “stuck together” trope, since putting two enemies in a room together can lead to some very juicy results. Example: The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare (1594).

Forbidden Love. One of the most famous love stories of all time, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, is a classic example of forbidden love: two characters who aren’t allowed to have feelings for each other can’t help but become entangled in a romantic relationship. The things that separate them could range from the family politics in Romeo and Juliet to the bloodsucking problem in Stephenie Meyer’s paranormal romance Twilight. And of course, things will always get more complicated—whether the couple is discovered sneaking out together or with a secret baby after an accidental pregnancy. Example: The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks (1996).

Second Chance. Two lovers break up and then long for each other. Someone is looking for love again after a bad divorce. Or the hero/heroine’s fairytale turned out to be a nightmare, and now a new romance will give them hope again. The “second chance” trope is where our character missed their chance during their first love and are about to encounter a second. Their next blind date or one-night stand might be the experience that helps them believe in love again. Example: Once in a Lifetime by Harper Bliss (2015).

Soul Mates. The “soul mates” trope is a story about two characters who are meant to be together as each others’ “one true love.” But any story would be boring if everything were going just fine for the couple—that’s why many romance writers that use the “soul mates” trope need to also drive them apart somehow. Whether there’s a horrible misunderstanding or a natural disaster that separates them, soul mates in love stories always find a way to get back together. Example: The Princess Bride by William Golding (1973).

Fake Relationship. They didn’t ask for this. Maybe they’re tired of telling everyone they’re single, or they have to pretend like they’re in love to get out of an awkward social situation. Maybe two characters agree to a marriage of convenience in order to subvert the law or get a better tax break, or a friends with benefits situation to stave off their loneliness. But of course, in many “fake relationship” stories, what began as a fake relationship quickly turns into true love. Example: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han (2014).

A trope in literary terms is a plot device or character attribute that is used so commonly in the genre that it’s seen as commonplace or conventional. For example, a trope in superhero stories is a villain who wants to take over the world. The romance genre, in particular, is full of tropes—from Shakespeare plays to modern-day bestsellers, it’s easy to see patterns when you start to look.

Ways Tropes Are Helpful to Writers

Help offer readers things that are familiar. Tropes are popular for a reason—if something has been written about over and over again, there’s a good chance that it’s something romance readers enjoy reading! Popular romance tropes are a great place to start when coming up with your love story idea, because they’re guaranteed to be familiar territory to readers that they’ll enjoy.

Give you a jumping-off-place to innovate. Tropes can be helpful, but a novel made up only of tropes will quickly start to feel stale and predictable to readers. That’s why you need to read up on romance tropes—and then innovate. Deliberately taking a favorite trope and turning it on its head is a great way to put your own unique spin on the genre and keep your readers interested.

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How skz makes you cum before they penetrate you.

source: a hormonal fatcockbinnie! Changbin stan

Chan likes to please. He gets off on knowing he’s the only one that can make your toes curl and hit notes Mariah Carey would be jealous of. Prepping you is one of his favorite pastimes so he treats it like an Olympic sport. I’m a fervent supporter of the 7 inches, thick and veiny agenda, so I feel like he will straight up refuse to have sex with you without prep. He’s a classic gentleman, who believes his lady should finish first; he also understands your body to the T. He treats your core as if it’s the sweetest nectar, and he’ll be damned if he wastes a single drop.

Minho worships you from your toes (if you’re into that) all the way to the crown of your head. Purrs like a tom cat when he tastes your sweet nectar, not stopping until he cleans his plate. Those piercing eyes dare you to look away while his slender fingers keep you grounded. You will never convince me Minho doesn’t like eating pussy. In fact, I think he LOVES eating pussy. Like, he probably gets roasted in the chat for how much he talks about eating you out, especially since he told them he came untouched the last time…Your mewls as you cum fuel him.

Changbin gets so drunk on you, he’ll do anything you ask, so when you asked him if you could squirt in his mouth, he was all over it. By any means necessary. That’s why he’s laid on his tummy, peeping at your beautiful face while he sucks on your clit. He pulls your hood back, and reattaches, the direct stimulation the key to your gushing orgasm. While you shiver with blissful aftershocks, he slots his middle finger in your fluttering hole. He nearly cums at the sight before him, but he clenches his jaw and works his wrist harder. Your pleasure is his pleasure. He is a man of principle after all. He always kisses you deeply after the first stroke to keep himself grounded. You’re so tight, so warm, he can hardly take it. The first time you two fucked, he lasted merely seconds because he was so overwhelmed by the smell of your arousal. He felt like a feral beast who has one goal: breeding. He also knows a female orgasm increases the chances of impregnation…

Hyunjin sees you as one of his masterpieces, taking things slowly and being careful, as if he’d break you. His soft kisses fill your senses with angel dust. Being an artist has made him so in tune with his hands, and his touches are so skilled, you oftentimes don’t need his tongue to cum. He’s always so focused on your pleasure, that by the time he finally penetrates you, he heaves a sigh of relief because his cock literally ached with need for you. You make him long in ways that his hands will never compete with. You bought him a custom fleshlight of your holes for when he’s away on tour, but when he’s home, and feeling subby he has other plans…Sometimes you’ll make him watch you play with yourself with your favorite rabbit toy, while he has to settle for the fleshlight. When he whimpers that he needs you or he’ll wilt, it gets you there every time.

Jisung, like Changbin and Minho, is pussywhipped. He can’t remember how many times he’s creamed his jeans watching you writhe in pleasure. Sometimes, you two indulge in mutual masturbation, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes, whispering praises and affirmations as you explore each other. This is 100% projection but imagine you had a tough week of classes and your professors are on your ass, and Jisung rubs slow circles around your hole in a teasing way, while whispering in your ear that he’s so proud of you, and your ideas are large and sometimes you need help organizing them etc…*SLAMS NUT BUTTON*

Felix knows the effect his voice has on you. Regardless of how he’s playing with you, he’s sure to breathe in your ear, raspy voice whispering filth to your heart’s content. His sweet lips a sharp contrast to how his delicate hands explore your lower lips, slowly coaxing them to open like a flower in bloom. He teases you until your pussy throbs with anticipation and you whimper with longing. He lives up to every bit of the sweet gamer boy trope, waiting at your feet like a labrador, but barking like a doberman in the bedroom; a fitting description because he loves doggystyle. Really any position where he takes you from behind, because he gets to live out his primal fantasies. It makes him feel so big the way you moan that he’s huge, that he’s touching your cervix, that you want him to cum so bad and fill you up, and for him to eat it out of you, and spit it into your mouth, and then ki—okay so I got carried away. Don’t ever let Felix give me consent bc I’m milking him.

Seungmin’s public demeanor would never reveal the sexual appetite you share in private. Those big ass hands. That’s all that I have to say. nah but fr Seungmin also takes his time caressing everything he can reach, just like Hyunjin. He smiles so big every time the pads of his fingers graze your special spot. He’s amazed every time that it’s just like the internet says, spongey and sensitive the more aroused you are. He delights in how he can make you cum harder than you can yourself, gets off on how small you are next to him. I’m literally 5’4” and the thought of him caging me against a wall, taunting me with my phone above his head …ugh. I’ll milk him too idc.

Jeongin has much to prove. Everyone sees him as a baby, the maknae, but he’s a grown man. He’s been working out lately, and he intends to show you the fruits of his labor. It might be leg day but he’s still flexing those arms, pulling you down so that you’re fully sitting on his face. He wants to feel the drag of your pussy across his face. It’s a submissive position, but he’s always in control. He holds you so tight, you can’t run away if you tried. The lightheaded feeling he gets matches the fucked out fuzz you’re stuck in. Foreplay feels like a round in itself with him. After a break to cuddle and kiss, he’s on top of you in an instant, spearing his cock into you at record speeds. He’s in competition with himself to see how many times you can cum in one night. Let’s go for six?

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“just being together itself makes me so happy” 🥹❤️‍🩹😭 (trans. cr. @taee)

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