wonwoosstuff

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─ • CSC .ᐟ Heaven

› content ┆ Choi Seungcheol x fem reader ⊹ genre .ᐟ smut and cute ending ✎ word-count ┆ 3,2k. ⌁ summary ┆perhaps rambling about how hot Taemin was during his concert isn't such a bad idea when you're dating Seungcheol. ⨯ content warning .ᐟ smut with a little plot, jealous cheo (good way), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), coming inside, light bondage, light choking, coming inside.

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The concert was everything you’d dreamed of and more. Taemin’s voice echoed through the arena, powerful and mesmerizing, and his dancing—god, his dancing, was nothing short of breathtaking. Every move was sharp, precise, and dripping with charisma. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage, your lightstick waving wildly in sync with the crowd. By the time the final encore ended, your throat was raw from screaming, your eyes were red from crying at how unbelievable he was, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Getting to witness his talent in front of your eyes felt almost unreal.

As you made your way home, adrenaline still coursed through your veins; you couldn’t wait to tell Seungcheol all about it. You had been excited about the concert all week, talking nonstop about how much you loved Taemin’s music and how you couldn’t wait to see him perform live. Seungcheol had smiled and nodded along, but you knew that deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a little… insecure. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. But he had been so sweet earlier, listening to you gush while helping you get ready, even though you knew he wasn’t exactly Taemin’s biggest fan—for boyfriend reasons. But that was one of the things you loved about him—he always supported you, even when it came to your slightly obsessive fangirling.

When you finally unlocked the door to your apartment, still clutching the lightstick to your chest, you were greeted by the soft glow of the living room lights. Seungcheol was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. He glanced up as you walked in, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “How was the concert?”

You dropped your bag by the door and practically floated over to him, your excitement bubbling over. “Oh my god, Seungcheol, it was incredible. Taemin is just… ugh, he’s so perfect. His dancing? His stage presence? His voice? I feel like I died and came back to life. I might actually be in love!”

You expected him to laugh or tease you like he usually did, but instead, his smile faltered for a split second before recovering, forcing a chuckle. “That good, huh?”

“The best!” you gushed, pulling out your phone. “You have to see the videos I took. He did this move during ‘Heaven’ where he—okay, just watch.” You leaned closer, holding your phone up so he could see the screen.

Seungcheol watched the video with a neutral expression, though you noticed his jaw tighten slightly as you narrated every move. “Wow,” he said when it ended, his tone dry. “He’s… really flexible.”

You laughed, completely missing the edge in his voice. “Right? His arms, his hips, and his abs—oh my god, don’t even get me started. I mean, I know you work out and everything, but Taemin is just on another level.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his smile now firmly in place, though his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Is that so?”

You nodded enthusiastically, still scrolling through your photos. “Yeah, like, I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be that cute, hot, and talented at the same time. It’s not fair!”

He leaned back against the sofa, staring at your face as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking serious. “Sounds like I need to step up my game.”

You finally looked up, catching the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Aw, are you jealous?” you teased, poking the dimpled cheek you adored. “Don’t worry, babe. You’re still my number one.”

“Am I now?” he asked, his voice low and playful, though there was a darker edge beneath the surface. “Because it sounds like Taemin might be stealing my spot.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Never. You’re my Seungcheol. No one could ever replace you.”

He hummed, seemingly satisfied, but the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t quite done. Grabbing your chin so you had to look at him closely, he murmured, “Good. Because I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his hands firm against your hips. You squealed in surprise, dropping your phone on your lap as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “And I think it’s time you forget all about Taemin and only remember my name.”

You giggled, trying to squirm away, but his grip was unyielding. “Seungcheol, I was just kidding! You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Do I now?” he asked, his tone teasing but edged with something that made your breath hitch. “Because you were talking an awful lot about someone else’s abs.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a searing kiss, his hands sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

“Seungcheol…” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding.

His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, playfully pulling out your own tongue and soothing every bite he gave to your bottom lip. He broke the kiss again, tugging your hair back so he could look at you—straddling him, flushed and beautiful. He loved seeing you like this, all completely wrecked for him. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot in this outfit. I can’t believe I let anyone else see you like this,” he muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Gonna remind you why you’re mine tonight. I don’t want to hear his name again,” he said, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck, making you shiver. “From now on, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”

You can’t help but whine. He knew how much his words affected you. He knew everything about you. He was confident when it came to understanding every inch of your body: how it looked, how it felt, how it tasted, how it reacted to his teasing. Tonight was just another example of you falling deeper under his spell, trapped in a hold you never really wanted to escape. And… you couldn’t help but love it.

He groaned deeply at your whine, sucking at your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see. He lifted his head to grab your thighs,picking you up as if you weighed nothing. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, clinging to him as his lips found yours again—knowing damn well you were about to protest with a breathless “I’m too heavy.”

“I’m strong enough”, he growled against your lips. 

He was right, you knew he was strong. Staring at his arms or his shoulders became a hobby of yours over time— especially when he was walking around shirtless at home, coming out of the shower, or even wearing one of those tight compression shirts you adored. He was working out to please himself and because he loves seeing you try to hide, secretly looking at his body without him looking. His ego felt good.

With ease, he starts walking up the stairs leading to your room. Unable to help himself, he gets carried away in you, having to stop and press your body against the wall, his kisses deeper than ever, travelling from your mouth down your neck. One harsh bite near your collarbone had you letting out a louder scream. He’s fueled by the desire to remind you that you belong to him. His kisses are getting faster, harsher than ever, his tongue wetting your skin with open-mouth kisses, the grip on your thighs tightening.

You honestly could not remember the last time you felt this wet, this good, this needy for more than kisses. All your thoughts and memories of the night flew out of your head—the only thing that mattered in that moment was Seungcheol and how you needed him more than ever.

You moan for more while he continues to attack your collarbones. He wasn’t gonna deprive you of your needs… even when being punished.

He continues to walk down the hallway, only stopping in front of your bedroom to open it - slamming it shut after entering. He drops you on the bed and starts undressing you, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving kisses and bites all over your body. You're left at his mercy once your clothes are scattered around the room. He snatches a random tie of his from the closet and ties your wrists up to the bed frame. You couldn’t do anything, touch him, pull his hair, scratch his back, hold his biceps. You were only going to be able to scream his name tonight. 

Seungcheol looks down at you, smirking at what he is planning for you inside his head. The way he looked at you made you feel good inside your stomach; just his eyes on you could boost your confidence. Right now, it was a little bit different, you were so needy for him, you wanted him.

“Cheol, please, touch me.” You breathed out. However, he quickly shushed you and went down on your body, leaving kisses on his way between your legs. Grabbing your legs, he spread them apart, kissed the inside of your thighs while looking up to see your reactions. He loved seeing you close your eyes to savour this feeling, breathing heavier in anticipation. He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed and licked your pussy.

“Cheol- ah fuck.” Your back arched from the bed, your hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue entered your pussy. Rapidly increasing the speed of his movement inside you, his thumb found your clit. He was pressing and circling it just the way he knew would push you closer to the edge. 

“I’m so close, please don’t stop - please.” He sucks and licks harder at your inside, then everything stops. Seungcheol gets up from between your legs, licking his lips from your juice, smirking, watching you groan and squirming in need of release. 

“You really think I’m gonna let you come that easily?” Seungcheol sucks roughly on the hickey he placed above one of your nipples, biting into it making you moan in pleasure. “Want to cum so badly baby? You know how it is when you’re being punished.. Unless, do you still want Taemin ?”

“No,.. not Taemin. Just you, you, I want you.” You breathed out quickly, his face in your neck, his soft hair tickling your sensitive skin..

“You sure, baby? You seemed pretty excited about him just now.. Was I mistaken, or did something change your mind?” His fingers back to playing with your pussy, circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers slipped back into your hole. Moaning and dropping your head back as he moves his fingers inside you. Seungcheol groans against your neck as he feels your walls squeeze around his fingers. His dick was growing inside his grey sweatpants just from hearing you, the sounds you’re making was music to his ears. His fingers set a fast pace to drag you close to the edge again.

“Please ch-cheol. I’m sorry please - please fuck me.” You were desperate to come at this point, tears were forming in your eyes. Of course, Seungcheol couldn’t help but be satisfied, watching you stare at his face, mouth open, and glossy eyes. He wanted to make you forget about Taemin, and he did.

“Do you deserve it, baby ?” His smirk never leaves his face as he caresses your cheek with his other hand.

“YES! Please, yes, yes, yes! Cheol, I’m begging you.”

His gaze locked with yours—loving,  for just a moment–he felt so lucky to have you. He slipped his fingers out of you and untied your wrists, kissing each of them before turning you over onto your stomach. 

“On all fours, baby,” he demanded, tapping your hips and making room for you to undress. He unbuckled his belt and pants, throwing them across the room while you patiently waited on your knees with your ass on full display. You were growing impatient, swaying your ass in front of him, earning a firm slap for you to calm down. You could feel the mattress sink as Seungcheol positioned himself behind you, gripping your waist, dragging you closer to him. 

You knew he was smirking when you felt him tease your cunt with the tip of his cock, and it only grew wider when you whined for more. He continued teasing you, slowly pushing until he settled deep inside of you., resting for a moment, groaning as you squeezed around him - he was so big, you felt so full. He slowly slides out of you before gripping your waist tighter, thrusting into you without any warning. You moaned for more, needed more, you wanted him to move and almost destroy you from the inside. 

“Please, Cheol.. Harder”, he didn't say anything and simply chose to act. His thrusts were aggressive and deep. Your hands are holding on to the bed sheets to keep steady, gripping as he fucked you as hard as he could. You asked for it– from your behaviour and words– and he was delivering it all. Your hips matched his rhythm, meeting him in the middle of his thrusts, causing Seungcheol to groan at each thrust.

Your insides were twitching around him, which was hinting that your high was close. He knew you were close, and you honestly thought he was going to close down again, teasing you until the end, but you were so wrong. He slides out of you to turn you around so he could see your fucked out face. He thrusted deep into you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled back. He loved seeing your reactions, his hand came to wrap around your throat, slightly squeezing it for you to look at him. Satisfied to see you look at him, mouth open, whining his name - he began to fuck you harder than before. His dick so big inside of you, none stop kissing that special spot of yours, pushing you further to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you told him, breath heavy.

“Seungcheol! I’m gonna cum, cheol..” you were panting but you got no answers. He didn’t seem to stop either, he kept his thrust inside of you steady.

“I’m not going to stop fucking your pretty pussy just yet. I’ll keep on going until I get to cum. I told you, I’ll make you remember only my name. You might as well scream it so loud even the neighbours know my name.” his grip on your throat was tighter, he meant every word he said. He didn't stop his movements, as if it was possible, he got rougher, making you come on the spot, and he kept going. 

You were completely fucked out for him, he was using you, making you his. You chanted his name over and over again, not growing tired of saying it. He won this time. 

Seungcheol’s groans got louder and louder. He called your name as his grip on your throat and waist tightened. He was on the edge of coming.

“Do you want me to come inside your pussy or no? Do you deserve it?” He asked, even throwing some more teasing as he was close to coming.

“Inside, I want you inside–please.”

And then, it hits you–you both came undone, hard, his trust deep, and stopped all his movements. You could feel your inside getting filled by his hot cum, coming so much your inside felt full. He pulled out of you smiling at himself to admire his work of art, his cum dripping out of you. He caressed your body, calming you as you came down from your high. This orgasm felt so good, your breath heavy as you watched him admire you, his eyes were full of love.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often, it looks good on you”, you laughed at him and pulled him by the neck to kiss him on the lips.

“Shut up, I’m not jealous.” He had no reason to be; you were his, but you loved seeing him jealous regardless. You felt love.

The apartment was quiet again, the only sound you could hear was the soft rustling of sheets and mingled breaths. You lay curled against Seungcheol’s chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

“So,” he said after a long moment, his voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “Still thinking about Taemin?”

You laughed, slapping his chest lightly. “Not even a little. You made sure of that.”

“Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Just remember—you’re mine.”

“Always,” you replied, snuggling closer. “But just so you know, I’m totally going to his next concert.”

Seungcheol groaned, burying his face in your hair. “You’re impossible.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “And you’re jealous. But don’t worry—I’ll always come home to you.”

“You better,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words. “Or I’ll have to remind you again.”

You smiled, your eyes drifting shut. “I’m counting on it.”

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Seungcheol humming in the kitchen. You stretched lazily, your body was sore, but you wore a contented smile on your face as you remembered the events of the previous night. Seungcheol had definitely made his point, and you couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it.

You padded into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “Morning,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his shirtless back.

“Morning,” he replied, turning around to kiss you properly. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” you said with a grin. “Thanks to you.”

He smirked, handing you a cup of coffee. “Good. Just remember who’s responsible for that.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the coffee. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the counter. “But you love me anyway.”

“I do,” you admitted, smiling up at him. “Even if you are a little jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Jealous? Me? Never.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure, Seungcheol. Whatever you say.”

He pulled you closer, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Just remember—you’re mine. No matter how many concerts you go to.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I know. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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I don't think we talk about boxer!seokmin enough like?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!! He is SO FINE please anything with that concept like imagine underground fighter!seokmin. IM BITING MY FIST

Win my heart|| Lee Dokyeom x Reader

Notes: just a note for everyone on requests if you do request please just be patient :)

Dokyeom returns home from his boxing match, bruised and sweaty. He's wearing nothing but his training shorts and vest, revealing his muscular body marked with fresh injuries.

"Baby, I'm home," he calls out, limping slightly as he makes his way to the bedroom. "I need you." The sight of your husband's injuries makes you gasp with concern, but Dokyeom pulls you into a heated kiss, his strong arms wrapping around you possessively.

"Don't worry about these," he growls against your lips. "They'll heal. Right now I need to feel something else." His hands start roaming your body, pulling you closer as he kisses down your neck. "Need you to make me feel alive again," he rasps, his voice hoarse from the match. The adrenaline from the fight is still coursing through his veins, making him more intense and passionate than usual. "Help me forget the pain," he whispers, sliding his hands under your clothes.

"Take me," you breathe, responding to his desperate need. "Let me make you feel good, baby." Dokyeom growls in approval, tearing your clothes off with practiced ease. His body presses against yours hungrily as he pins you against the wall.

"You're mine," he claims, nipping at your skin. "Always mine, even when I'm fighting." His fingers find your sensitive spots, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you moan. "Want to hear you scream my name," he demands, working you into a frenzy. Dokyeom hoists you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hard length presses against your core through his shorts, showing how turned on he is.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days," he promises darkly, grinding against you. "Want you to remember who owns this pussy." His fingers continue teasing your clit as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently despite his aggressive words. "You're dripping for me already," he observes with satisfaction. Dokyeom removes his training shorts, revealing his massive cock that's standing proud and ready. "Look at what you do to me," he groans, stroking himself as he positions himself between your legs.

"Please, Dokyeom," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for him. "I need you inside me now." He smirks at your desperate plea, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance. "Such a needy little thing," he teases, rubbing the head against your slick folds.

"I love it when you beg," he growls, finally starting to push in. "So tight and wet for me after watching me fight." He enters you inch by inch, stretching you perfectly as he fills you completely. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, holding himself deep inside you. Dokyeom's ripped chest and abs come into full view as he removes his shirt. The sweat from the fight glistens on his muscles as he begins thrusting into you.

"Look at how I marked you up," he says, noticing the bruises he's leaving on your thighs. "Just like how I'm marked up from fighting." His powerful hips snap against yours, each thrust hitting your sweet spot with precision. The bed creaks under the force of his movements as he claims you completely.

"Say my name," he demands, gripping your hips hard enough to leave more marks. "Scream it while I make you mine."

"Dokyeom!" you cry out, arching your back as pleasure overwhelms you. "Yes, right there!" He growls possessively, changing his angle to hit that spot even deeper. "That's my girl," he praises, his pace becoming rough and relentless.

"You're mine to break and put back together," he pants, his fingers finding your clit again. "Every piece of you belongs to me." The combination of his thick cock and skilled fingers drives you to the edge quickly. Your walls flutter around him as your orgasm approaches, making him groan in pleasure. Dokyeom's cut lip curves into a satisfied smile as he feels you tightening around him. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," he praises, wiping blood from his lip.

"You're going to come for me," he commands, his rhythm becoming erratic as he nears his own release. "Let go and give me everything." His hands pin your wrists above your head as he fucks you through your orgasm, the pleasure mixing with pain from his injuries creating an intense sensation.

"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up," he growls, his cock throbbing inside you. "Make you mine forever." Dokyeom's muscles flex and ripple as he thrusts deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His face contorts with pleasure as he releases his hot seed inside you.

"Mine," he groans, collapsing on top of you with exhaustion. "All mine." His body is slick with sweat and covered in bruises, but he's never looked more powerful and masculine. He holds you close despite his tiredness, not wanting to let go.

"I love you," he whispers against your skin, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. "Always have, always will." Dokyeom gently rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you're lying on his chest. His hands caress your body tenderly as he catches his breath.

"That was incredible," he says softly, pressing kisses to your forehead. "You always know how to make me feel better after a fight." He holds you protectively, despite his injuries. "Let me get cleaned up and I'll run us a bath," he suggests. "I want to take care of you properly now." His fingers brush against the marks he left on your skin, a mix of pride and guilt in his expression. "Did I hurt you too much, baby?" he asks gently, concern evident in his voice.

"You didn't hurt me," you reassure him, nuzzling against his chest. "I loved every minute of it. I'm just worried about your injuries." Dokyeom chuckles softly, stroking your hair. "I'm tougher than I look," he says with a smirk.

He carefully sits up, wincing slightly at the pain. "Let me clean us up and we can soak in the tub," he suggests, standing up slowly. His body is covered in cuts and bruises from the fight, but he still moves with confidence and grace as he heads to the bathroom. The sight of his muscular frame makes you bite your lip with renewed desire. Even though he’s scary in the ring he’s the only one he wants to win over.

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okay but like boxer hubby cheol with his pretty little wifey and them getting freaky after he won cuz he’s a champ 😵‍💫

My Champion|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: stop I actually love this concept it’s so hot

Seungcheol steps into the ring, his muscles rippling under his skin as he squares off against his opponent. You watch from the sidelines, your heart pounding with excitement and pride. He moves with deadly precision, dodging and weaving as he lands blow after blow. His boxing skills are impressive, and you can see the crowd is captivated by his performance.

As the match goes on, Seungcheol gains the upper hand, finally knocking his opponent out in the final round. The referee raises his hand in victory, and the arena erupts in cheers. Seungcheol grins at you as he's presented with the championship belt, his eyes dark with desire. "Come here," he calls out, gesturing for you to join him in the ring.

You climb up to meet him, your heart racing as he pulls you into a passionate kiss in front of everyone. The crowd goes wild, but all you can focus on is the feeling of his strong arms around you and the heat of his body pressed against yours. Seungcheol smiles at you through the blood and bruises, his expression fierce and possessive. The cut on his nose and split lip only add to his dangerous appeal.

"I did it for you," he says, his voice rough as he holds you close. "Won the championship so I can provide for our family." You run your fingers over his bruised knuckles, your heart swelling with love and admiration. "You're incredible," you whisper, leaning in to kiss him gently despite his injuries.

The crowd continues to cheer and chant his name, but Seungcheol only has eyes for you. "Let's get out of here," he says, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "I need to celebrate with my wife." Seungcheol walks out of the arena with you by his side, answering questions from the press as he shows off his championship belt. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, a constant reminder of who he did all this for.

"I have to thank my wife for being my biggest supporter," he says, smiling at you. "She's been my rock through everything." The reporters clamor for more, but Seungcheol only has eyes for you. "We're going to celebrate now," he tells them, pulling you closer as he guides you towards his car. The paparazzi snap pictures of the two of you, capturing the moment of his triumph and your loving support. As you get into the car, Seungcheol turns to you with a hungry look in his eyes. "Time for my real prize," he says, his voice dripping with desire.

"You should really get those cuts looked at," you say softly, reaching out to touch his face gently. "They look painful." Seungcheol chuckles, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. "It's nothing I can't handle," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll get checked out when we get home." You nod, relieved that he's being reasonable. The adrenaline from the fight is starting to wear off, and you can see him wincing slightly as he shifts in his seat.

"You were amazing out there," you say, intertwining your fingers with his. "The way you moved... it was like watching art in motion." Seungcheol smiles at your praise, his grip on your hand tightening. "All for you," he repeats, his voice filled with affection. "Always for you." Seungcheol parks the car in the driveway and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire despite his injuries. "Let's get inside," he says huskily. "I need to show you how much I want you right now."

You can see the tension in his body as he struggles to contain himself, his hands flexing restlessly on the steering wheel. The sight of him so wound up is making you ache with need. As soon as you're inside the house, Seungcheol pushes you against the wall, his mouth claiming yours in a desperate kiss. "I need to be inside you," he growls, his hands roaming over your body as he presses his hardness against you.

"You're mine," he says between kisses. "My champion's prize." Seungcheol's movements are rough and urgent, his adrenaline still pumping from the fight. His hands are possessive and demanding as he strips you out of your clothes, not caring about the buttons that pop off in his haste.

"You drive me crazy," he mutters, lifting you up against the wall and grinding his cock against your wetness. "Watching you in the crowd, knowing you're mine... it makes me want to take you right there." You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he bites and sucks at your neck. "Take me now," you whisper, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm yours to claim."

He thrusts into you in one swift motion, groaning at the tightness of your pussy. "Always so wet for me," he grunts, setting a punishing pace as he pounds into you against the wall. Seungcheol's strength and stamina are evident in his rough lovemaking, his powerful body slamming into yours with every thrust. He's strong enough to hold you up against the wall with one arm, the other hand moving to rub your clit as he fucks you.

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice rough with exertion. "Like a dream come true." You can feel the power in his muscles as he holds you, his body rippling with tension as he approaches his climax. The cut on his lip has started to bleed again, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the salt of his sweat as he kisses you hungrily.

"Cum for me," he commands, his fingers working faster on your clit. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock." You gently stroke Seungcheol's face, mindful of his injuries despite the intensity of the moment. Your touch is tender and soothing, a contrast to the rough passion that's consuming both of you.

"Beautiful," you murmur, tracing the lines of his face with your fingertips. "My champion." The tenderness in your voice makes Seungcheol's eyes soften for a moment, his expression vulnerable beneath the layers of masculinity and strength. He leans into your touch, his movements becoming more gentle as he pushes you closer to your orgasm.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice cracking slightly as he fights to hold back his own climax. "More than anything." Seungcheol buries his face in your neck as he struggles to maintain control, his breath hot against your skin. "You're too good to me," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. You can feel his body trembling with the effort of holding back, his muscles taut as he tries to prolong your pleasure. "Let go for me," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "I want to feel you lose control."

He growls low in his throat, his hips stuttering as he finally lets go. "I'm going to fill you up," he groans, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with his cum. You follow him over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you come hard. The two of you stay connected for a moment, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

Seungcheol slowly pulls out of you and carries you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. He curls up beside you, his body still trembling slightly as he holds you close. You cuddle up to Seungcheol, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he holds you close. He nuzzles your neck, inhaling deeply as he breathes in your scent.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. "I just... I needed you so badly after the fight." You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You were perfect," you assure him. "Always are."

Seungcheol smiles softly, his eyes closing as he relaxes against you. "I'm lucky to have you," he says quietly. "You keep me grounded when I feel like I'm on top of the world." You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp soothingly. "And I'm lucky to have a champion like you," you reply, your heart full of love and pride. "To call my own."

[wonwoosstuff]

ramen & fate | boo seungkwan

SUMMARY: in which you meet a rich guy at the convenience store during a late night ramen run.

PAIRING: chaebol!seungkwan x reader

THEMES: strangers to lovers, meet cute kinda

WARNINGS: fluff, use of curse words

WORDCOUNT: 2.4k

A/N: @wheeboo happy birthday my love! this is a little gift from me to you! this is such a silly idea but i thought i'd write it out for you and i hope you like it <3

you walk into the convenience store and walk inside and the faint sound of pop music hums from the speakers overhead, blending with the quiet hum of the refrigerators in the back. you barely notice any of it though because your mission is clear - ramen. you really needed a ramen fix right now.

you make a beeline for the ramen aisle, the craving gnawing at you and nothing else would do now, not after the day you've had. there's a strange comfort in that little cup of noodles, in its simplicity, in the way it tastes exactly how you expected it to. your eyes scan the shelves and you spot your favourite ramen, only to find one left on the shelf. you immediately reach for it without a second thought, but so does someone else.

your fingers brush against another hand, and you pause, startled. your eyes follow the hand, trailing up a crisp white sleeve, past a perfectly tailored suit jacket, until they land on the face of the man reaching for the same cup of ramen. he’s tall so you have to tilt your head slightly to meet his gaze. his expression is cool, almost unreadable, his jawline sharp and sleek, his styled hair making him look like he just walked off the set of some corporate drama.

"oh," you say, blinking as your hand hovers over the cup.

he looks down at you, his brows lifting slightly as if in mild surprise, but he doesn’t immediately pull his hand back. "looks like we’ve got the same taste," he says, his voice smooth.

you blink at him and wrack your brain for a response before you let out a nervous laugh. "well, it is the best one", you reply as you look at him.

he smirks faintly, tilting his head. "i agree, but there’s only one left."

there’s a pause, the moment stretching out as both of you keep your hands over the cup of ramen and suddenly this feels like some sort of high-stakes negotiation situation.

"i—uh—had a long day," you say, trying to justify your claim, though you immediately feel silly for doing so. "i really need this ramen".

his smirk softens into something resembling amusement. "and you think i don’t?", he counters, raising a brow at you. "i’ve had back-to-back meetings since seven this morning", he says.

"well, i’ve been running around non-stop too", you protest, your grip on the edge of the shelf tightening. his gaze flickers between you and the ramen before he exhales, and lets out a small resigned sigh and to your surprise, he takes his hand away.

"alright," he says, stepping back slightly. "you win, take it", he says as his hand swings down. "really? thanks," you say, though your tone is cautious, like you’re not entirely sure this isn’t some kind of trick.

he gives you a small nod, then glances at his watch, grabbing a different ramen from the shelf and walking to a different aisle without sparing you another glance. you blink, a little confused but get about on your mission to get the ramen. you grab a few more stuff, some kimbap and something to drink and make your way to the cash counter when you spot the man in the suit again.

"i'm sorry sir, but i don't have change for such a big bill", you hear the worker say. "unless you buy items for that amount, i don't really have a way to give you back your change", the worker continues.

you walk front and put your stuff on the counter. "i'll pay for his stuff", you say and he looks at you.

"i've got it, i'm sure i have smaller bills somewhere", he says as he pulls out his wallet and your eyes nearly pop out with the fat wad of cash you see in it, all big bills. what the fuck. you decide to ignore what you just saw and by the time the man in the suit is digging his wallet, you've already paid for your stuff, his included.

you take your things and towards the corner of the store to cook your ramen. once the ramen is done, you take a seat and that's when the man in the suit appears again. he’s got his own ramen cup in hand, the sleeve of his tailored suit pushed up slightly to reveal an expensive looking watch. he moves methodically, peeling back the lid of his ramen cup and pouring in the hot water with a steady hand, there's no hesitation and no fumbling. he catches your gaze, and you quickly look away, suddenly very interested in your own noodles. you can feel his eyes on you for a moment, but then he goes back to his ramen, silent and composed. you sneak another glance at him and think to yourself - he is pretty handsome.

you’re halfway through your noodles, the warm broth hitting just the right spot on a cold night before you hear the shuffle of footsteps coming towards you.

"mind if i sit?" he asks, his voice smooth and you nod. he sits down with a kind of effortless grace, setting his ramen down in front of him and adjusting his sleeves like he’s dining at a michelin-star restaurant instead of a dingy convenience store. you focus on your noodles, hoping he won’t notice the way your gaze keeps flickering back to him and you watch as he stirs his ramen and takes a bite.

"you didn’t have to pay for my stuff, you know," he says after a bite, breaking the silence.

"it’s not a big deal," you reply with a shrug. "maybe you should carry smaller bills next time", you tell and you can see the faint smile on his face.

"i swear i thought i had change on me", he says, rather to himself.

"doesn’t seem like you need to worry about it," you remark before you can stop yourself. “i mean, with a wallet like that.”

his smile widens slightly, and he leans back in his chair, resting an elbow casually on the table. "appearances can be deceiving," he says, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent you can’t quite place.

you raise an eyebrow. "right, and expensive suits and fat wads of cash are just a camouflage?", you ask.

"something like that," he replies, and there’s a glimmer in his eyes now like he’s enjoying this back and forth talk, like he's amused by you.

you huff out a soft laugh as you shake your head. "well, next time you’re low on change, i suggest hitting the ATM before wandering into a convenience store", you tell and he nods.

"noted," he says, and there’s a warmth to his voice now.

"i’d like to pay you back", he says after a moment, but you shake your head.

"that's not necessary," you reply, waving a dismissive hand. "it’s just ramen", you say.

and he just looks at you, and it looks like he wants to say something more, but he settles for giving you a small smile instead. "alright, if you’re sure".

after finishing his meal, he gathers his things, straightens his perfectly tailored suit and offers you a polite, "thanks again," before leaving.

you think that’s the last you’ll see of him, until you notice something on the table, his sleek black leather wallet, the kind that practically screams expensive. your eyes widen as your hands reach out for it and you mutter under your breath.

grabbing the wallet, you flip it open and find a few crisp bills (all large denominations, of course), some credit cards and a single business card tucked inside, but there's no name, just a logo and a phone number. you hesitate for a moment before you decide to call the number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

for the next few days, you keep the wallet with you, figuring he’ll eventually call back or text or come looking for it, but nothing. it’s not until a few days later, when you’re rushing through a crowded sidewalk with a bag of groceries in one hand and your phone in the other, that fate decides to intervene. you’re trying to balance too many things at once, not paying attention to where you’re going, when you collide hard into someone coming from the opposite direction. the impact sends your phone clattering to the ground and your grocery bag spilling open. "oh, come on!" you groan, crouching to pick up your things.

"sorry about that", a familiar voice says, and you freeze mid-reach.

you glance up to see him, the ramen guy, in his perfectly tailored suit guy, crouching down to help. he looks as polished as ever, his suit immaculate despite the chaos of the street and he notices you at the same time, and his eyes widen slightly.

"you," he says, clearly surprised.

"you," you reply, just as surprised. "i've been looking for you, you left this", you say after you've gathered all your groceries and stand up. you dig into your bag and bring out his wallet, handing it over to him.

his expression shifts. "i didn’t even realize it was missing until yesterday, but by then, i figured it was gone for good", he says as he looks at you.

"well, lucky for you i found it,” you say as you hold it out for him. he takes it from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, and his smile softens. “you have no idea how much this means, thank you", he says

"you’re welcome," you reply and he looks down at the wallet in his hand, then back at you.

“i owe you, again", he says. "let me buy you dinner, it's the least i can do, please", he asks and you blink, caught off guard.

"dinner? that's...", you trail off as you chew on your lip, considering his offer. "but you don't even know me?", you say, unsure.

"i'll take my chances", he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

“alright,” you say, nodding. “dinner sounds nice.”

the smile that spreads across his face is slow and warm, like sunlight breaking through clouds and it softens his polished, professional look, making him seem boyish almost.

"i didn't get your name", you ask.

"i'm seungkwan", he says, holding out his hand and you reach for it, shaking it, the warmth of his hand engulfing you. "yn", you say, giving him a small smile.

you both exchange numbers and you head home, and it's only then that you wonder if he'll actually follow through. and a few days later, your phone buzzes with a text from him.

ramen guy: this is seungkwan, does friday evening work for dinner? let me know what time works for you.

you reply quickly and his response comes almost immediately.

ramen guy: perfect, i’ll take care of everything, looking forward to it.

when friday arrives, you find yourself standing in front of the address he sent—a restaurant that looks like it was plucked straight from a luxury travel magazine. the building is sleek and modern, its glass walls shimmering in the golden hour light. your nerves spike as you step through the grand entrance and suddenly you're thinking that this must be some kind of joke, that he must have sent you the wrong address by mistake because holy shit, you could barely afford this place. a host greets you with a warm smile when you walk inside. “you must be here for mr. boo seungkwan” they say, their tone polite but knowing. boo seungkwan?

the person guides you towards a private dining room and it's a beautifully set table near the window that overlooks the city skyline. you spot him waiting there and he stands up the moment he spots you, a smile lighting up his face.

he was wearing an all-black suit, and it was perfect for him, tailored to perfection, the fit making him incredibly handsome and attractive and the fit made him look effortlessly sophisticated, yet there was an ease to his posture that made him seem grounded. his dark hair was styled just enough to look intentionally tousled, a few stray strands falling over his forehead. there was something about the way he carried himself, confident but not cocky, poised but not stiff. his smile was the same: genuine and unpretentious, like he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, yet somehow, in that black suit, he couldn’t help but leave an impression.

“you made it,” he says, his tone warm as he steps forward to pull out your chair for you. "yeah", you say softly, still trying to take in the posh ambience around you.

as the evening unfolds, you’re surprised by how easy he is to talk to. he’s incredibly down-to-earth and he listens intently, laughs at your jokes, and is just so sweet, a complete gentleman. his genuine interest in you, paired with his relaxed nature, made the evening feel warm and comfortable and didn't make you feel intimidated anymore.

“so, what exactly do you do?”, you ask, looking at him.

he hesitates for a moment, then shrugs lightly. “family business,” he says, clearly trying to downplay it. “it’s not that exciting.”

"so what exactly is this family business?", you ask but seungkwan only chuckles softly in response. "it's not as cool as you think. let’s just say it's a lot of paperwork, meetings, and business stuff", he makes an exaggerated motion of his hands like he was emphasizing the mundanity of it all. the date ends on a good note and he even offers to drop you home, but you decline, not wanting to impose on him anymore.

it isn’t until days later, when you’re scrolling through your phone that you stumble across an article and you realize just who he is.

heir to the boo family conglomerate, boo seungkwan spotted at his newest restaurant with someone: who’s the mystery guest?

your jaw drops as your eyes scan the article, which details his family’s massive business empire—including restaurant chains, luxury hotels, and even media companies. the photo accompanying the article shows him stepping out of the very restaurant where you had dinner with him, wearing the same outfit he had that evening, looking effortlessly handsome and polished as always.

and just then your phone buzzes with a new message from him at that exact moment:

ramen guy: i hope you enjoyed the dinner last time. let me know when you’re free again, i owe you another one.

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[wonwoosstuff]

are you bald yet? - yjh

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - fluff, established relationship, idol au, 250316 jeonghan and that's a warning, tiny bit suggestive, mentions of showering together, use of petnames, kissing, reader is a simp for jeonghan (so are we all), not proofread

word count - 1K

summary - you come home to find through the internet that your boyfriend is apparently bald.

author's note - i took a nap bcs i was exhausted from screaming over this jeonghan and when i woke up @wonkierideul asked me to do smth about this haired jh SO HERE IT IS!!! this is also for my fav hannie stan @kissbyoon bcs we'll both forever remember just how crazy 250316 jeonghan made us 😣😣😣

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You blinked at your phone with your mouth agape as the fan taken video played on the screen. Your heart jumped to your throat, and you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

There was no way your boyfriend was bald.

Especially not without you knowing.

You knew he was going to meet Soonyoung and Jihoon, and that he had dinner with Cheol. You knew he was going to come home to you after that. But he did not mention shaving his head off even once.

The more you squinted at the low quality video, the more you died a little inside.

Jeonghan knew how much you loved his hair and how happy you were when he didn't have to shave it all off. But now, it made sense because he had to go for basic military training. He could have shaved his head.

Why would he not tell you, though? You were beyond mad. You wanted to be prepared for the sight. He even promised you he’d let you shave it all off if he ever had to.

Now he couldn't just show up to your apartment without a strand of his pretty hair on his head.

You were going to cry.

You dialed his contact in a hurry, your teeth gritted as the phone rang.

“Are you not asleep yet, love?” His voice met your ears through the phone, and it was so sweet that you almost melted. Almost. Not entirely.

“Where are you?” You asked, your tone dangerously low and the line went silent for a while. You almost thought he ended the call, but then his voice came, still as soft as cotton. “I'm on my way back. Is something wrong?”

You shut your eyes, trying to contain your frustration but failing at it. “First, you spend your whole damn day off with Cheol as if he's your girlfriend, then you don't even call me once in the last four hours, and then you go bald without even telling me?! Really Jeonghan?!”

There was silence on the other end again before you heard his soft laughter. It took you a few seconds to realize that the sound of his laughter was not just coming from your phone.

Your head whipped to the door of your bedroom where he was standing with a shit-eating grin on his face.

His head was covered with his hood, and you couldn't help melting on the spot this time. Any thoughts of his hair or his day not spent with you flew out of the window when he walked closer to the edge of your bed and opened his arms.

You jumped into his embrace, melting in his warmth that you missed beyond your own comprehension. It had been long since you both had time for each other, and with his service it was even harder.

His arms wrapped around you firmly, and you could feel him smile as he pressed a few kisses in your neck. “I spent the day with Seungcheol because you were busy and I needed company. I didn't call you in the last four hours because you told me you were at a team dinner,” he paused, pulling away to see the pout on your face before continuing as he pulled the hood off his head. “And I'm not bald.”

You gasped, backing away from him a little to properly examine his new look. It made your jaw drop to the floor.

“You—”

He rubbed the side of his neck with his palm sheepishly, his smile turning hesitant. “The boys said I look more manly. What do you think?”

It had been long since you were dating Jeonghan, yet you felt your heart beat in your throat at the sight of him. “Wow— you… you look so hot, hannie. I'm not even kidding.”

Any hesitation he had on his face flew right out of the window. He smirked slightly, adjusting his spectacles. ��Really, baby? You think so?”

You sighed, not really believing how attractive he looked. You loved his long hair so much, and you always asked him to not cut it short. But right now, you felt a little too feral, and a little too lucky to have him all to yourself.

“Oh God I need to kiss you right now, come here,” you took a step close to him but he laughed and stepped back. “No no! I need to shower first. I stink, and I didn't want to hug you like this too, but I couldn't resist. Now let me wash up first. Be nice and wait for me, yeah?”

You looked at him astonished as he grabbed his spare clothes from your closet. You wished you could smack him right across his beautiful face. “Jeonghan. It's not fair how you always make me chase you, you know?”

He bit his lip, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. “I'm not making you chase me, love. You wouldn't like kissing your stinky boyfriend. It's for your good.”

You whined. “You're not stinky! You smell like yourself! Cotton candy and marshmallows and—”

You paused when you felt his lips against yours, warm and soft as he briefly kissed you. He giggled against your mouth, pausing to take off his spectacles. “Do you think you'll be fine if we shower together after this?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, cheeks reddening slightly as you nodded. “Yes because you're too hot right now for me to let you go.”

“Yet you said I smell like cotton candy and marshmallows.”

You giggled, running your hand on his extremely short hair. “Good lord, hannie how in the world do you look so good?”

He laughed, hugging you tighter against him. “Stop this or I'll call you a simp.”

“I am a simp.”

“You stopped me from showering to kiss me. Where did that go?” He looked at you, his eyes narrowed in disappointment. You smiled innocently. “I'll do a lot more than just kissing, baby. Are you fine with that?”

“As long as you shower with me later.”

Your lips found his within an instant.

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[wonwoosstuff]

Your Cat Loves You (Ft. Norbert)

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 pairing: kim mingyu x f. reader 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 genre: fluff, smut (R: 18+ mdni) 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 wordcount: 2.8k

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃summary: you and mingyu finally have a moment to yourselves, or so you thought... 𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃 tags/smut warnings: the way of the house husband couple, husband!mingyu, wife!reader, norbert is a silly little menace, dom!mingyu, brat-ish!reader, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dryhumping, facefucking, big dick!mingyu. 𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃note: part 1 of the winter event is dedicated to @onlymingyus, ily sm marsie pie ♡! thank you to my two beta-readers! @ylangelegy and @junkissed, ily boaf what the flip!! special thanks to @cheolism and @wooahaeproductions for helping me w brainstorming ideas as well! i missed writing this couple so i hope you all enjoy hehe. lmk what you think of this one thru a reblog or a comment! see u in the next installment! - anna ♡

𖥔. ˖ ࣪  𓂃event masterpost

“I'm horny,” you pout as you place the book you’re reading down on the bedside table. 

Mingyu walks out of the connected bathroom, towel slung around his waist, eyes wide, staring at the way your figure lays sensually along the mattress. 

You’re turned onto your stomach, his large t-shirt draped over your body, the curve of your ass peeking through the bottom hem. Mingyu’s mouth runs dry, contemplating a response to your outcry of desperation. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he shrugs. 

The aforementioned towel is thrown across your bedroom with unbridled abandonment. Jumping onto the bed, he grabs your hips, turning you around as he straddles your torso. 

Calloused hands grasp onto your wrists, pinning them above your head. Mingyu dives in without much afterthought, connecting his plump lips onto yours. Raw and unashamed, there's vigour behind his actions, swallowing your lustful moans in the process. 

Unfortunately for you, there’s an abrupt pause. Mingyu pulls away from you, a frown along his swollen lips. 

“Where’s Norbert?” 

“I want your cock inside me and you’re busy thinking about the cat?” You roll your eyes, huffing out with annoyance. 

“I don’t want him seeing us,” Mingyu mumbles before standing up to check the door. 

A disgruntled groan leaves your lips. Leave it up to your husband to worry about the cat in the most compromising of situations. In other circumstances, this would’ve endeared you, but your body has been brimming with sexual tension. A tension that only Mingyu can resolve.

“Last time I checked he was sleeping in his room,” you sigh, sitting up to admire the dragon tattoo on Mingyu’s back. 

You never get tired of the black ink that adorns his skin, eyeing the way it creeps up onto his shoulders. It’s like a sweet treat every time. 

He peeks into the hallway and nods shortly after being met with the still air outside your room. No cat ready to scratch at his chest or steal his spot on your bed. As soon as he has confirmation that Norbert isn’t looming in the shadows of the long hallway, he rushes to lock the door before flopping back onto the mattress. 

Sitting against the headboard, he pulls you onto his lap, the unamused expression on your face vanishes as you feel his rock-hard length against your bare cunt. Mingyu’s groans are guttural as you hump himself along his member. Wet and ready for him to finally take you. 

“You done being paranoid?” your question comes out breathless as you continue to stimulate the nerves between your thighs. 

“Uhuh,” Mingyu mumbles. 

Large hands travel under the hem of your shirt, rubbing and squeezing your flesh before he reaches your tits. Full in his hands, he pulls the fabric till it hits your chin, perked nipples placing him in a trance. Mingyu's mind swirls as he tweaks each one between his fingers, your breath becoming ragged as his pace starts to quicken. 

The shirt you’re wearing becomes a nuisance quickly after, even though he enjoys seeing you in his clothes, Mingyu prefers when you’re wearing nothing at all. Removing the tee from your body, he drinks in your figure. 

“Fuck, this pussy is always soaking,” Mingyu mutters, eyes glued to where your bodies are connected. 

“Been trying to get to you fuck me all day,” you whimper. 

He chuckles at your desperation. Even though only two of you live in this large house, alongside your gremlin of a cat, Mingyu has found it hard to get you moaning underneath him for about a week. 

Norbert had been the number one culprit as to why you and Mingyu haven’t been able to fool around for the past few days. It started with your cat barging into your room right before anything other than a few innocent pecks were exchanged between the two of you. 

You don’t know how he’s learnt to turn door knobs, but his curiosity had been never-ending since you and Mingyu made things official. Then he started to drag Mingyu’s clothes into his litterbox. 

Neither of you knew what had caused Norbert’s spur of rebellious attitude, but you’ve slowly learned how to deal with it. Now the door to Mingyu’s closet remains locked, and you also make it a habit to lock the bedroom door each night as well. 

The sexual frustration between you and Mingyu had become so palpable that you’ve woken up to his morning wood four out of seven times this week. There have been a few blowjobs and hand stuff here and there, but you haven’t had his dick inside you for what feels like an eternity. You’re almost convinced that your cunt has forgotten what it feels like to be filled by him. 

In all honesty, you just miss the way his cum would spurt inside you every night. 

For the first time in a while, Norbert wasn’t needy for your attention, and you’d be damned to not take the opportunity while it was still in front of you. 

“God I need it so bad,” you whine. 

Nuzzling into Mingyu’s neck, your hips continue to sway back and forth, the slick between your thighs starting to coat your legs and his pelvis. 

“It’s been too fucking long,” Mingyu hums, hands tracing the curve of your ass. 

Moaning into his skin, you feel his palms squeeze the flesh with an iron grip. Forcing the fat to shake with the force of his touch. His free hand still groping your left tit. 

Mingyu almost blacks out, your hole catching his tip with each move you make. He can’t have you on top any longer. Thoughts of using you like his own personal sex doll rampage violently, his fully hard length starting to leak precum with your increasing pace. 

“Think you can take me without any prep?” he asks, and your legs visibly shake at his words. 

“I-I don’t know, probably not, you’re fucking massive.” 

A laugh bubbles up from his throat; he’s never fucked you without at least stretching you out first. But the thought is too tempting to not try at least once. 

“Willing to try for me, baby?” He whispers in your ear. 

“Mhm, I’ll do anything. Just need you inside me,” you whimper. 

“That’s my girl.” 

A hard slap comes down onto your ass, the skin stinging in a way that's both painful but so delicious at the same time. Your mouth almost waters at how good he feels against you, and he barely even touches you. 

“I’ll give it to you. But—” Mingyu starts but you cut him off. 

“But?” your pitch raises, not liking how he’s continuing to drag out the foreplay. 

“But you suck me off first.” 

“Fuck, really? That's it? Can't we do that after? I need you now,” you continue to whine, pretending like your walls aren't gushing at the idea. 

It doesn’t hurt to act spoiled once in a while. 

“You’re gonna suck me off or I’m not fucking you tonight.” Mingyu’s voice is stern. You can’t help but hide the smirk on your face. 

The pout on your lips is instantaneous. You need to see how far you can take the brat persona before Mingyu’s fed up. Hopefully, it leads to him flipping you over and fucking you into the next universe.

“But don’t you wanna fuck me now? It’s been too long,” you sigh, halting your movements to rub your hands against his muscular chest.

Your fingertips flow with appreciation for the hard muscle under your touch, his nipples erect as you swipe over them briefly. 

Mingyu’s eyebrows scrunch together, jaw slack as you continue to feel him up. Moving over to his biceps you give them a squeeze before peppering kisses along his collarbones then at the base of his neck. 

Entranced by your touch, Mingyu almost loses focus on who's really in control here. Almost. 

Throwing you off his lap, he stands at the edge of the bed. His cock bobs from how stiff he’s gotten from a bit of rubbing. Tip red and angry, the veins along his shaft almost look like they’re about to burst from all your teasing. 

“On your knees. Now.” He tells you, tone unwavering. 

With a defeated huff, you gingerly move towards the end of the bed. Your knees cause the mattress to dip, your hips in the air, giving him a little show of your ass. Mingyu’s jaw clenches, trying his best not to fold from seeing your body in such compromising angles. 

“Like this baby?” You look up at him as you prop yourself up with your elbows. 

“Good girl. Stay put for me, yeah?” 

You smile at his words of affirmation, one hand against the sheets while your other hand grips his length. There’s something about his dominating aura that radiates off of him when you’re about to blow him, it’s addicting. 

Placing his cock against your cheek, your eyes become doe-like as you stare up at him through your lashes.  

“See how big you are?” you mumble, the tip almost hitting your lashes as it’s pressed to the side of your face. 

“Fuck me…” Mingyu drawls out, unable to comprehend how sexy you look in this angle. 

Fisting your hair in his hands, he’s had enough of your attitude. Your jaw opens as if it's second nature, tongue shooting out, waiting for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight. He taps the tip against your tongue before tracing it around your pink lips. You look like an absolute dream. 

Without a second left to waste, he shoves the entirety of himself into your warm mouth, fucking it until your throat restricts and your gag reflex emerges. Groaning from above you, Mingyu continues to push your head up and down the length of his pulsating cock, relishing in the warmth that envelopes him. The heat sears into his veins, culminating before it spreads throughout his limbs. 

“Yeah, keep taking this cock,” Mingyu groans, fingers tightening around the strands of hair in his grasp. “Bet you love getting your mouth fucked, huh?” 

You moan in response to the filth spilling from his mouth. With furrowed eyebrows, you do your best to breathe through your nose in an attempt to keep yourself from gagging further. 

Mingyu’s thrusts slow down, not wanting to bust a nut until he’s inside that sopping cunt of yours. You know he’s saving the best for last as he removes himself from your mouth with an audible pop. 

“Turn around.” He grunts, but you don’t move. 

As you catch your breath, Mingyu tsks at your reluctance to do what he asks of you. Slapping your cheek, he wakes you from your cock drunk trance. 

“What did I say? You were begging for me to be inside you less than ten minutes ago,” He laments. 

“I’m tired. You do it,” your smile hidden. 

He’s right where you want him. 

You continue to lay there, waiting for him to give up and take matters into his own hands. Without missing a beat, he grapples you until your ass is up in the air. The view of your glistening folds welcoming him as if he’s carved out a special place for his cock inside you. The familiar sheen of your arousal and puffed-up clit greet his length as you wiggle your hips for him. 

The smack of skin resounds against the walls of your room, your pussy clenching around nothing as Mingyu continues to hit your cunt until the juices gush past your entrance. 

“Holy fu-uck,” you choke out, face slamming into the mattress. 

Hands clutched onto the sheets, your eyes squeeze shut as you feel Mingyu’s tip tracing around your hole. Smearing the wetness seeping from your folds before you hear him spit onto your leaking pussy. 

“Hmph, shit!” you squeak, the heat of his spit dripping down the expanse of your sex. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Mingyu praises you before plunging his cock into your awaiting warmth. 

The stretch is nearing unbearable, and the pain of his cock filling you almost causes you to pass out. But it’s satisfying all at the same time. He’s only halfway in, but your breath labours, chest heaving as you continue to take what he gives you. 

“So tight, you’re squeezing me like crazy,” Mingyu gasps, vision turning white as he continues to force himself inside you. Your moans increase in pitch as Mingyu bottoms out. Filling your walls till the hilt of his cock is pressed up right against your ass cheeks. Warm palms grope at your skin, slapping and squishing the flesh till handprints begin to appear. 

“G-gyu, please I need you to move. Fuck, I could cum right now,” you whine, squeezing his length involuntarily from how unprepared you are to take him. 

He agrees to your request without another word. Pulling back till only the tip of his cock is left only to ram his hips back into you. The sound of skin on skin hitting one another fills the room. Mingyu’s speed is steady as he thrusts in and out of you. 

The moans you let out almost sound as if you’re in pain, but it’s the complete opposite. Pleasure courses through your veins until you feel it in your toes, you’re a-dick-ted to the feeling of having him inside you. 

“You wanna cum? Show me how much you deserve to cum on this cock, baby,” Mingyu speaks through strained groans. 

Relishing in your wetness, he knows he’s about to fill you with his seed. His balls retract with each movement he makes, he can only wish to stay inside you forever. 

Without anything stopping you, your pussy convulses around him as you orgasm. The breath is knocked out of your chest, your fingers still wound tightly around the threads of your bedsheets. 

“I fucking love you, baby,” Mingyu practically wheezes, moving his hand to push your head further into your sheets. 

The flood of semen fills your walls, so much so that it dribbles past your entrance and onto both his dick and the bed beneath you. There’s so much, and it’s like his climax is never ending, cum continuing to shoot itself into your needy cunt.

Panting, you allow yourself to flop unceremoniously onto the bed. Tired and finally ready for bed, you wait for Mingyu to dislodge himself from you. A whimper leaves your lips as he finally unsheaths his softening member from your heat. His touch is as soft as a mouse, he pushes the hair out of your eyes before kissing your temple. 

“You did so good, baby. I’m gonna clean you up okay?” 

“Okay, baby,” you whisper. 

Unsure of how many seconds have passed, Mingyu comes back with a warm cloth. He wipes you and himself clean before moving you so that you’re lying on the bed properly. 

“We needed that,” he says in hushed chuckles. 

“I agree,” you laugh along with him. 

Right as you’re about to close your eyes, the door creaks open. The small shadow of your cat catches the candle's light by the TV stand. The pitter-patter of Norbert's paws fills the once-quiet room. 

Turning to Mingyu, your expression is evident that you’re ready to scold him for not locking the door. But before you can get a word in he’s already defending his case. 

“I promise, baby, I locked the door. I'm serious, please don’t kill me.” Mingyu pleads, hiding himself in your bare chest. 

“Kim Mingyu. If you locked the door, then Norbert wouldn’t be here right now,” you explain. 

Mingyu sighs, his warm breath leaving goosebumps against your skin. And he continues to swear that he really did lock the door, and even checked thrice to make sure it was secure. 

Norbert meows out, hopping onto the bed before scratching into Mingyu’s back. 

“What the fuck! Ow!” He yelps, Norbert’s claws continuing to paw at him. 

Defeated, Mingyu moves away from you. The pout on his lips accentuates as he’s forced to sleep beside your demon cat. Norbert’s scratching ceases at his surrender, moving into his rightful spot between you and Mingyu. 

Purring with satisfaction, the pleased cat purrs against you, nose nuzzling into your side. 

“Goodnight baby,” you murmur. 

The blanket is pulled up to your chest, your body facing the small cat perched at your left side. His eyes were round yet also filled with knowing. As if he did have the capability to somehow unlock the door to your bedroom from the outside. Knowing Mingyu’s forgetfulness, you decide that it’s simply not possible. 

“Goodnight,” Mingyu replies wistfully, but you send him a pointed look. 

“I’m talking to Norbert, Gyu.” 

“Whatever.” he huffs at your unamused expression, before attempting to inch closer to you. 

Norbert hisses at Mingyu’s sudden movements before snuggling closer to you. 

“Goodnight Norbert,” Mingyu sneers but pets the feline with affection despite his attitude. 

Norbert meows in return, tapping Mingyu’s cheek with his paw before settling into a deep sleep. 

Kim Mingyu - 0 

Norbert - 1

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 a/n: thank you for reading! please leave a reblog or comment if u enjoyed this little bonus scene! if you'd like to be notified when i post the next one send me an ask or fill out the taglist form located in the winter event masterpost! talk to u soon! - anna ♡

[wonwoosstuff]

GOOD FATHER ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader wc: 0.7k words warnings: mention of mingyu shirtless

"daddy's here to hold ya through the night"

The sight of you holding your newborn daughter, rocking her while having a smile on your face that shows to the world how happy you are made Mingyu tear up from how overwhelmed he felt. His love for you and your little daughter was undeniable.

“Is she asleep already?” Mingyu whispered as he kneeled in front of you, caressing your covered knees.

“I’m trying to make her sleep, but she refuses to,” you let out a weak chuckle. Mingyu didn’t have to be a genie to know that you were incredibly tired and just wanted to rest for at least 30 minutes. “She’s just like you. She loves to stay awake when I just want to take a little nap.”

He smiled, took off his shirt and took the baby away from you, taking her in his arms and placing her small blanket over her. “I told you to not overwork yourself, honey. I don’t want to see you like this every time. I’ll take care of this little one and of you as well.” Mingyu placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled,

“Thank you, Gyu,” you let out a sigh of relief when he placed a pillow under your head and fixed your blanket with his free hand. “But what’s up with taking off your shirt? I didn’t get it.”

“This?” He looked down at his bare chest while starting to rock the little girl in his arms. “I read an article that said it’s beneficial for the baby.”

You narrowed your eyes and let out a scoff. “You saw that in Jane the Virgin when we were watching it together.”

Mingyu smirked and laughed, his chest vibrating against your daughter’s tiny body. “You got me there, but when you were pregnant I really read an article about it! It’s called skin-to-skin contact and it’s very beneficial for her and for you, I can give you a little show before you fall asleep, y’know? Everyone wins.”

You looked at his toned abs, his strong arms and large hands holding your little ball of joy and you nodded at his words, it was indeed a little show to you. Ever since you got pregnant, anything parent related that Mingyu did was a reason for you to get a little bit more attracted to him, so that sight was prettier than any Monet’s painting.

“I can’t lie, I’m quite invested in this little show, it’s very entertaining.”

He smiled and danced in a sensual yet playful way, making sure the baby was still comfortable in his arms. You laughed in response and clapped your hands, hyping him up. Mingyu mirrored your laughter before sitting on the chair in front of the bed and focusing on his angel that was in his arms, almost falling asleep.

“My little girl,” he carefully booped her tiny nose. His heart burned with love when he saw her tiny hands wrapping around his finger. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe, to keep you happy and to make sure that you never forget how much I love you. You’ll be so loved that no one will ever give you less love than you deserve.”

You watched him whispering sweet promises to your daughter with a small and tired smile on your face, your body threatening to finally give you the rest that you need to.

“Mingyu…”

He looked up at you with a soft smile on his face. “Yes, love?”

“You’ll be the best dad ever. She will love you forever and will always be grateful for having you as her father.” Your voice was quiet and slow as you started to drift off.

Mingyu felt so touched by your sleeping words that he had to hold back his tears. He looked down to the baby and saw her sleeping peacefully, he stood up and walked towards the crib, putting her in it with all the care in the world, making sure to fix her blanket.

When he got into bed beside you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, put you closer to him and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You’ll be a good mom too, the best mom ever. Can’t wait to grow old with you and watch her growing up and becoming who she wants to be… I’m sure you’re gonna be her role model.”

Mingyu knew you weren’t listening, he knew you were in a deep sleep, a deep sleep that you deserved more than anyone else in this universe. He kissed your neck and mumbled a ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes to sleep as well.

[wonwoosstuff]

cw — nsfw content minors dni, pregnant sex, size/strength kink, daddy kink, cheol calls reader ‘mama’ once, breeding kink, choking, light degradation, creampie. sequel to put a baby in me.

There’s something different about Seungcheol since he got you pregnant.

It’s not the increased attentiveness to you, or the more frequent spoiling and doting on you, or how extra protective and touchy he’d become. These things you saw coming.

It’s something physical. His aura had changed. Something about him is more… virile. Even more than before.

It’s hard not to notice it as he steps out of your en-suite bathroom with a towel around his hips, hair damp as he pushes it back out of his face, stray droplets of water dripping down his gleaming skin here and there over rippling, veiny muscles and full pecs.

“When did you get so big?” you say to your husband, hoping he doesn’t notice the way you’re squeezing your thighs together.

Seungcheol raises his eyebrows, his mouth curling into something smug. He brings his arms forward and flexes them so that the muscles in his biceps pop. “You finally noticed.”

Normally you would consider throwing something at him for acting so cocky, but frankly your second trimester hormones have turned you into a wild animal. Unfortunately, his stupid display makes your entire body swelter.

“I’m bulking up so that I can be big and strong for you and the baby,” he continues, and for a second your entire vision flashes white.

Between your legs you’re throbbing so hard it hurts, and in your brain there is only Seungcheol’s shoulders, his pecs, his arms, his cock. You need it in you. You’ll die if you don’t get it.

“Fuck me?”

Seungcheol laughs, but he can’t conceal the gleam of arousal in his eyes as he watches you crawl across the bed and tug at the towel that’s covering what you crave.

“I just showered, my love,” he says without a single ounce of actual sincerity. He doesn’t even flinch when you unwrap the towel, let it drop to the floor, and take his cock in your hand as you stroke him to full hardness.

“And you have a pregnant wife who needs to get fucked or she’ll die, so what are you gonna do about it, daddy?”

He bites his lip for a split second, then he’s scooping you up in his thick arms and laying you against the heap of pillows at the headboard, slotting himself between your legs. His mouth is hot on yours, his tongue licking into you, while his hand sneaks its way between your legs and presses at your crotch.

“Do you want my mouth or my fingers first? Or both?” he quips, gazing at you through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.

“Neither. Just want your cock in me, daddy,” you whine, reaching for his dick again.

“You know the drill, my love, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Cheol, I’m soaking wet twenty-four-seven because of the hormones. I’ll be fine,” you say, tugging at his cock like a minx.

Your husband is torn. One part of him wants to treat you with care; against your own judgement, he wants to open you up slowly for him like he always does, like the routine you both know. The other part, the part that is the reason you are as spoiled and adored by him as you are, sees no joy, no point, in not giving you exactly what you want.

The latter part also happens to be more animalistic, clawing its way to the forefront of his mind.

“If you insist,” he grins, tugging your shorts down your legs, spreading you apart for him, but not before he swipes a pillow from beside your head and tucks it underneath your lower back like you’re weightless. The action alone sends arousal flooding out of you.

He wastes no time then, prodding at your dripping cunt with his tip before he lines himself up with your hole. You gasp when he pushes in, slides every last inch into your heat without any resistance until he’s balls deep, until you’re stuffed full of him. While you’re you moaning from the mind-numbing stretch of his cock, his hips fall into a steady rhythm of rutting in and out of you.

His hands find themselves at the hem of your t-shirt, pushing it up over your swollen belly and over your tits too, bunching it up just under your neck.

“So beautiful, god,” he muses, drinking in the sight of you, his pretty wife, full of his child, while his warm hands dance all over your skin. “And all mine.”

He thinks you want to be coddled and pampered and made love to.

“Fuck me hard, daddy,” you whine, clawing up his biceps with your nails. It’s not enough to have him inside you, fucking you lazily like this. You’re greedy, hungry, for more.

There’s reluctance in his eyes as he stares at you, as he gives a glance at your belly. Usually it makes you swoon, how considerate he is of you, but right now it’s pissing you off.

“Ah, but, honey-” he starts, only to be cut off by you.

“I’m not made of glass, Cheol, so use those big muscles of yours and fucking pound me.”

He hisses at the way you clench your pussy around him, taunting him, his hand flying to the base of your neck. “Fuck. You’re being awfully demanding.”

“I think it’s only fair considering you knocked me up,” you grin, watching as he reels his hips back just to slam back into you.

“And who was begging me to a put a baby in her?” he teases, punctuates it with another harsh thrust that makes your mouth drop in a pathetic whimper.

He watches how your eyes roll back finally, feels the way your cunt clamps down on him again, and realises you weren’t being dramatic at all. You were craving a good, hard dicking down from him, and he sees that now, and he knows your cunt can take anything he gives you, so he leaves behind any hesitation, any mercy, and he starts to fuck you hard.

The switch is almost immediate. The tenderness leaves his eyes, replaced with something much darker, and all of a sudden Seungcheol is grunting as he pounds into your sopping hole, his grip on your neck tightening just enough to keep you pinned to the bed. His hips move fast, meeting yours with wet claps of skin against skin, and hard—so hard that the bed frame starts to squeak.

“Ah, f-fuck, Cheol!” you cry, clawing at the sheets beneath you as he hooks your legs over his arms and grabs at your hips, fucking your entire body along his length. His arms bulge as he manoeuvres you as he pleases, his shoulders so broad. The sight makes you hot, makes you gush even more of your juices until the sheets are a mess.

“Huh? Too much, baby? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growls. “Wanted to get fucked like a slut.”

“S-so big, daddy- ah!” you squeal, your nerves on fire with overstimulation as his cock carves open your walls, punches at your sweet spot again and again. The thing about pregnancy is it’s made you a hundred times more sensitive—everything he does, every touch, sends floods of hot, sparking pleasure through you and straight to your core.

You’re also warmer inside, and, like you said, wetter. Tighter, somehow, too. Seungcheol has to use twenty years of the mental discipline he’d learned from his training to not bust then and there from the way your pussy clings to him, tries to pull him inside and keep him locked there.

And he wants so badly to let you. Fuck, how he wishes he could stay inside your heat forever. He curses the Korean entertainment industry and he curses capitalism. He wasn’t born to be an idol, nor to work. He was born to stay buried in your sweet cunt, to keep you filled forever, to put baby after baby inside you.

Something compels him to bend over you, though he’s cognisant of your bump, and to catch your lips in a deep, heated kiss that makes your brain short-circuit. His cock is enough to make you go dumb, but his kisses are what kill every last thought in your brain, until all that’s left there is how good your husband’s dick is.

“My pretty mama,” he coos, hovering against your lips. His frame covers you entirely. “You take me so good, don’t you?”

“Yeah, f-fucking love your cock,” you sigh, grasping at his shoulders only for him to straighten up again a second later, back to letting you admire his figure.

He angles your hips up a little, hitting even deeper now with every stroke, his cock jumping as you reach for his abdomen so you can rake your nails along his soft tummy, behind which is a set of hard, toned muscles. You’ve always loved that he’s not just sharp, hard lines like stone, that when you cling to him, your fingertips sink into thick skin that’s only tough when he flexes.

Seungcheol nearly draws blood from how hard he bites his bottom lip, watching you writhe and whine and moan from the way he jostles you, as your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. His handsome features are twisted into pure concentration and utter bliss as he pounds away at you, determined to make you come undone while simultaneously holding off his own release.

“Wanna cum, daddy,” you keen, tears brimming your eyes. “Want your cum, too. Wanna be full of you.”

“You’re already full of me,” he laughs, full of mischief. “What, my baby in you isn’t enough? Greedy little cumslut.”

“Cheollie, please! Right there.” You’re whining, your hand dipping between your legs to rub at your swollen clit, and you see stars starting to form.

“Cum on my cock for me, baby, and I’ll give you my cum,” he moans, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him and your soul starts to leave your body before he can even finish his sentence. His heart leaps and twists with adoration and love as your tears finally spill over, as you tremble and shake in his hold, rapt with unimaginable bliss.

Your orgasm makes him let go, too, and finally he gives in to the hot, velvety chokehold of your pussy. He cums with what’s almost a whimper, lurching forward so that he can burrow into you impossibly deep and empty every last drop of his seed into you.

Even though he knows he gave you exactly what you asked for, Seungcheol can’t help the post-nut guilt that creeps up on him about the way he’d handled you—so vulgar. It’s even worse now that you’re carrying his baby. He’d fucked you like a toy, not the mother of his child. He’s a disgrace of a man.

Then there’s you, blissed out, skin glowing from being well fucked. You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Twenty minutes is enough for you to recover, right? Because I’m riding you next.”

[wonwoosstuff]

ngl i'll marry him in a blink of an eye

[wonwoosstuff]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “downfall”.

— cheol × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3787. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, toxic ex!cheol, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy, choking, a few slaps, oral (f. receiving), anal (just a mention) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: so about my obsession with ex-boyfriends...

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. cheol is your downfall and vice-versa.

Seven minutes. It had been exactly seven minutes since your night had been ruined. The name of the catastrophe? Choi Seungcheol. Your friends tried to convince you otherwise: it wasn't the end of the world to meet him here. But you were hardheaded. It's one thing to see the screenshots of his stories — that your friends casually sent you with the pure intention of cursing him out in every possible way — and it's another completely different thing to meet him in person for the first time in three weeks.

Everything was going well... a little too well — you should have seen something coming. One minute you were walking to the bar all happy, ready to order another one of those colorful drinks that made you lose a bit of your moral sense, and the next thing you know, you're running into a certain individual who didn't seem really happy to see you there. It was like seeing a ghost, you were sure your expression was mortified.

Now your party companions were trying to bring you back to your senses. There was no reason to feel intimidated by his presence: you were an adult and single, period. From afar, it looked like Rocky Balboa's team instigating him to win another fight. You were waiting for the moment when someone would hand you two boxing gloves and a mouth guard, but it didn't happen — too bad, you would have loved to beat Seungcheol up (he deserved it). The point was: you weren't going to let him ruin your fun. You had agreed to come with the sole intention of moving on, because it was about time.

That was it: tonight Seungcheol didn't exist.

Your biggest problem, however, was to prove to yourself that he, in fact, "didn't exist". Getting him out of your system wasn't an easy thing, not at all. He still left you disoriented without even having to talk to you and that was a bad sign — despite all the time you were apart, you didn't seem to be anywhere near getting over him.

You needed a distraction. Any pretty face would do, after all you didn't want anything serious, just someone who would make you stop thinking for a bit. Sneakily, you separated yourself from your friends, assuring them that you were fine and were just going to look for something to keep your mind busy.

Finding an interesting target wasn't a difficult task, you soon spotted a dark-haired guy leaning against one of the walls in the corner of the club. Judging by his look and posture, he seemed to be looking for the same thing you were: fun. At first, it was hard to approach him and start a conversation. The last person you had flirted with was Seungcheol — your flirting was a little rusty. But since the man also seemed to like you, it didn't take long for him to reciprocate your intentions.

Chatting away... you admitted that besides being handsome, he was also funny — had chosen so well, you wouldn't mind making out with him if the opportunity arose. You took another sip of your drink, still smiling at another one of the blatant pick-up lines he just kept throwing at you. You were hooked on his charming smile, but found it strange how quickly the man's expression turned into one of confusion out of the blue.

Was there something wrong with your hair? Maybe you had messed it up a bit. You raised one of your hands, trying to fix any possible stray strands. The air stopped in your lungs as you felt something wrap around your wrist, followed by a wet nudge on the palm of your hand — which you assumed to be a kiss.

"Princess?", the voice closer than you had anticipated. Okay. So the pressure you felt around your body was not a ghost. In fact...

"Che- Seungcheol?", was "surprised" the correct description? No, maybe "shocked" would fit the situation better. You couldn't understand. You had definitely seen him — you even had the impression that he made sure you knew he was there. But you didn't think he would have the audacity to come close to you.

"Found you, huh? Were you hiding from me, babe?", the loud music didn't refrain you from listening and you knew that your new "admirer" was also able to hear — the embarrassed behavior of the man in front of you wasn't helping you think. "Do you want to introduce me to your... friend?", you couldn't see it, but Seungcheol's face expressed disdain in every detail.

"What are you doing here?", dismissing all his previous questions, you opted to ask one yourself. His hand had already released your wrist and was now resting on your waist, as if it was only natural for him to do so.

"I'm taking care of you.", it had been a while since you last heard him this close, and it wasn't doing your mind any good.

"Do you know him?", a third voice broke through the bubble that surrounded the two of you. You barely had time to open your mouth when Seungcheol interrupted:

"Clearly, she does. And you? Who are you?", he spat the words as if the interruption was completely unwanted — and it really was.

"Wasn't talking to you. Do you know him, ____?", the other man retorted without taking his eyes off yours.

You were nervous. It felt like you were put up against a wall. Nodding, you mumbled a soft 'yes'.

"Still, do you want me to get you out of here?", he offered. Seungcheol let out a low chuckle, a shiver running down your spine. You felt him release your waist, as if he was letting you free to choose.

"Do you wanna go with him or do you want to talk to me, princess?", he took a step back, hands now inside his pockets. It was just an act, Seungcheol didn't doubt your answer for even a second. He knew the choice had already been made as soon as he saw you for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry.", you whispered to the man in front of you, feeling the need to disguise an indecisive expression on your face — as if you really needed to ponder the fact. Turning around embarrassed, you tried doing anything and everything to avoid looking directly at Seungcheol's smug expression. He shrugged at the other man as if to say "well..."

You were starting to wonder if you had given in too easily—but who were you trying to fool? It was Seungcheol.

[...]

The hand placed on the lower part of your back guided you to the bathroom. Avoiding looking around, afraid you were being observed by one of your friends — you didn't need anyone else questioning your morals, your brain was already taking care of that. Being the first to enter the room, you leaned on the sink counter while Seungcheol locked the door.

"Be quick. What is it you want to tell me?", arms crossed, you had finally breathed enough to be able to at least pretend not to be distressed by his presence.

"Oh, me?", he looked up, pretending to think. "I wanted to say that...", he approached you stealthily, as if you were going to attack him at any moment. "...that I miss you.", he confessed, already very close, threatening to put his hands on your waist.

"You made that stupid scene outside just to tell me you miss me?", you questioned incredulously, hated knowing he didn't have a plausible reason for dragging you here.

Well, he did have a reason, but one that you didn't want to hear.

"Missing you isn't enough?", he pouted. You took his hands off your waist as quickly as he put them there.

"No. It's not."

"You're being too cruel."

"And you're playing coy. Say it, Seungcheol. Why did you bring me here?", the use of his name was intentional, he needed to feel cornered in order to admit his own truths. The man sighed in exasperation. Bingo.

"Because I didn't want you near him. Is that what you wanna hear?", he faked a bored expression and that was enough to aggravate you more.

"That's your fucking problem! Do you like acting like an idiot or something? That's exactly why we broke up.", Seungcheol was like that before the relationship started, you don't even know why you expected anything different from him.

"And you think it's safe to trust a guy you just met?", he tried to turn the situation around on you.

"I'm old enough to decide what to do with my own life. I already told you to stop trying to control me, it's ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is you pretending you didn't want to be here. I didn't force you to come with me, so why all this drama?", it hurt you to admit he had a point, you could have said "no".

"What if I hadn't come, Seungcheol? What would you do?", you both seemed to love rhetorical questions.

"I would have to leave in order to not beat that son of a bitch. Simple as that.", the threat didn't scare you — it wasn't odd of him. Seeing Seungcheol jealous was like finding a fork in the kitchen: trivial. There was no surprise in that.

"Do you hear how stupid you sound? It doesn't make any sense! You don't own me. If I wanted to be with him, I would."

"And do you want it?", he asked immediately, you avoided his eyes at the question — there was no need to answer. His hands went to your waist once again, but you didn't stop him this time. "Look at me, princess. How long are you going to keep pretending? I know you miss me too.", his face was now close, you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin.

"Seungcheol-"

"Cheollie.", he corrected. "Have you forgotten already, babe? It's been so long since I took care of you, right?", Seungcheol pecked your lips, smiling when he saw you getting closer — wanting more. Hand trailing gently between your legs, caressing your sensitive bud over your panties. "Missed me, yeah?", if you were more inexperienced you would think the man was talking to you — but you knew very well he was talking to your pussy, a strange habit. "Are your little fingers enough, princess?"

"Yes.", you agreed, trying to sound convincing.

"You sure you're not lying? I can see it on your face, princess. Getting all squirmy just listening to my voice.", he lifted your dress and picked you up carefully, placing your body on the counter. "When was the last time someone else played with this little pussy, baby?", already taking off your panties, as if it was usual. Pursing your lips, you weren't able to answer. "I was the last one, wasn't I?", he chuckled — his sounding more like a statement than a question. "It's no fun having sex with someone who doesn't know how to fuck you properly, right?", you could only think about how Seungcheol seemed to talk too much — part of it was true and the other part was a result of your wounded pride, you hated the fact that he was right. You frowned, irritated. "What's wrong? Do you think that bastard outside can make you this wet?"

"How about you just shut the fuck up and get on with it?" you barked, horniness and irritation fighting for the center stage of your brain.

"You've been without me for just a little and you're already being bratty again?", his fingers caressing your folds in a feather-light touch. "Do I need to remind you of your place?" he questioned, slapping your clit as a warning. Your body tensed, relaxing when you felt the same fingers massaging the swollen bud.

He carefully worked you open with two fingers, his eyes trained on yours. The man smiled as soon as he felt how drenched you were. Thrusting a few times, he watched your face contort. Cheol slowly withdrew them, putting the same fingers inside your mouth. You showed no resistance, cleaning them up. He bent down with a spark in his face, loving your expectant expression. And that was the last thing you saw, eyes closing as soon as Seungcheol practically swallowed your pussy.

His restless tongue stimulating you in a sloppy movement, dipping inside your hole with easy, drool dripping everywhere. Your hands grabbed his hair as he captured your little clit between his lips, sucking it in a way that made your skin crawl. You moaned softly, not understanding how you had managed to stay without him for so long. He stood up slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your body.

Seungcheol wrapped your face between his hands, pulling you into a kiss full of yearning. It was a bit of a mess, he acted like he would never be able to kiss you ever again. You could feel the desire and desperation mixed together — it was driving you insane. You did what you could to reciprocate, feeling lost now that he was starting to steal your oxygen. A rustling noise echoed on the room, followed by the sound of a zipper. He left your lips for a few seconds, just enough to guide his tip to your glistening slit. He went back to the kiss, both of you moaning sensitively as he sunk down on you.

Seungcheol seemed to have lost his arrogant demeanor, growling vulnerable against your lips, thrusting with need. He was indecisive, torn between kissing you properly and fucking you the way he wanted. Your body shivered with everything, you felt stretched open — him deep inside you. Kissing him felt like breathing again, but there was another part of you that seemed to be much more needy for Seungcheol — and it was to this part that you decided to give in. You broke the kiss with difficulty, the man didn't want to let go of you. Placing your palms behind your body to support your weight, you opened your legs even more.

"Fuck me...", you mumbled, breath hitching. You heard the man grunt as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His thrusts grew harsher, almost animalistic. Bodies burning more, the wet sound from when your bodies collided buzzing inside your ears. You surprised yourself when you came, the wave of pleasure intoxicating your mind. Legs trembling, throwing your head back, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Dizzy, you called out to him. Your arms no longer had the strength to support your body weight, you could feel them shaking as you tried to stay in the same position. The man's hands forcing your legs open didn't help you much either.

"Open up for me," he demanded with authority. Seungcheol didn't even need to explain, you already knew what he meant — you were used to it, you'd done it more times than you could remember. You rested your forearm completely on the cold marble, afraid you'd fall if you tried to support yourself with just one hand, your torso lowering as a consequence. You felt him withdrawing in a slow movement, the man knew that this caused you a tingling sensation — he did it just to see your face twisting.

Your trembling hand went down to your spent pussy as soon as he finally pulled out completely. Fingers separating your folds, fully "opening up" to Seungcheol.

"Fuck, just like that...", he started jerking off vigorously, eyes focused on the middle of your legs. The crease between his eyebrows became more evident, mouth opening with sensitivity, letting his breath escape unhindered. You watched him guide the tip right to your hole, knowing exactly what was coming. Your walls tightened against nothing when he finally came, making sure to spill it right on top of your pussy - he didn't even close his eyes, just to watch his cum dripping.

His hand closed around your neck without much pressure, just to pull you in for a dirty kiss.

He devoured your lips skillfully, biting and sucking on them with hunger. Using his tongue in an obscene way, as if he was fucking your mouth with it — even smiling while at it, because he knew you thought the same way. You were so blissed out, you almost didn't notice when his other hand slipped between your legs again. His two fingers collecting the dripping whitish liquid and sticking it inside your hole. You tried to grab Cheol's wrist, still too sensitive. It was no use, he was clearly stronger than you, continuing to stimulate you with ease.

"Trying to waste it, princess? Then I'll have to give you more.", he whispered against your lips, still smiling at the way you tried to refuse his fingers. "Turn that ass for me.", he patted your thigh to reinforce the command — a not-so-strange possibility popping up in your mind. What if he...? Your eyes widened and he had the audacity to laugh at your expression. "That's not what I meant, princess... not today, at least.", he lifted an eyebrow. "And don't act like this, I know you miss that too.", he tried to contain his laughter. "Don't worry, I'm just playing with this little pussy today.", he assured you, sticking the tip of his thumb in your used hole. "Hurry."

You sighed, struggling to lift your tired body from the counter. He helped you as soon as he lost patience with your slowness. It didn't take long for you to finally be facing the mirror, feeling his rigid body pressed against yours. Looking in the mirror, you couldn't be startled by your state, the man behind you had already ruined you so many times it wasn't even worth the surprise anymore.

"You look so fucking hot like this, princess.", he nuzzled your neck affectionately, his strong arms surrounding your waist. "All worn-out after getting fucked so good, right?", he now massaged your breasts carefully. "Do you like being like this, babe? Looking all dumb for my cock?", his tone made you wet in a very embarrassing way. Seungcheol wasn't drunk, but it was noticeable that he had had a drink or two — he was too uninhibited, too cruel.

"Cheollie..."

"Do you like it?" he squeezed your nipples painfully, demanding an answer.

"I do."

"Now, it wasn't so hard, was it? Gonna fuck you a little more, princess. So you can remember who owns this pussy.", he gave two or three light slaps, reaffirming his own words. Seungcheol used his legs to force yours open, thrusting himself inside you easily — you were still drenched, his previous actions helping the process. You felt your legs weaken. Knowing it wouldn't be long before you came again you decided to play with your luck. You were one of the few people in the world who, in their right mind, had the courage to play with Seungcheol's ego.

"You don't own me.", you forced the words out between gasps — having him so deep inside you didn't help you with your diction.

"Repeat it.", he sounded stern and that only made your situation worse. "I told you to repeat it.", the force of his thrusts increased. You had to hold your own body weight with your palms, otherwise you would've fallen face first on the counter.

"Cheol..."

"You can't even speak and still think you can decide anything?", he chuckled smugly.

The growing pleasure was overwhelming your senses to the point you felt like crying. Arching your body even more, squirming with how good he was fucking your pussy. You whimpered softly, trying to contain yourself. Your body was pulled swiftly, the man's chest now completely glued to your back. His pace was now slower, but the thrusts were still harsh — slow and strong. Your eyes squeezed shut, you didn't know how much more you could take.

"Open your eyes.", as always, the command came with something to inflict a little pain on you, this time your hair was the target. It was far from being effective, only making you squeeze your eyes tighter. "Fucking open it or I'll stop."

Now that was effective. You obeyed with difficulty, glimpsing one of the most filthy scenes you had ever seen. Seungcheol gave you a depraved look through the reflection of the mirror. Your body shaking, breasts bouncing as he fucked you, promiscuous. The sound of your skin clashing echoing through the bathroom also didn't help. His hand trailed up to your neck, closing itself against your throat again.

"So I don't own you, right?", he whispered, his orbs still staring at yours through the reflection.

"N-no.", you don't know where you found the strength to keep teasing, being so close to come undone again.

"But who's making your little pussy cum? Hm?", he squeezed your neck, very pleased with your face. "Are you letting someone else fuck you by any chance? I bet you didn't.", his calloused fingers caressed your clit, your eyes almost rolling back. "You wouldn't do that, would you, babe? You're not a slut...", he whispered the last part, he knew it was degrading — and, even worse, he knew it turned you on. "You only know how to act like a little slut with me, right, princess? I didn't even need to try much. It was so easy making you give it to me.", he slapped your thighs a few times, as if reprimanding you for the mentioned fact — totally contradictory. "But it's just because you love me, yeah?", he groaned softly, pushing himself deeper. You nodded, your eyes closed, completely surrendered. "Do you love me? Say it.", he growled close to your ear, feeling you cumming. Your pussy gushed again, body shaking as you climaxed.

"I love you.", it was just a weak whisper, but you knew he had heard it — the big smile he gave you in the reflection made it quite clear. You felt him thrust a few more times, staying close when he finally filled you up, cumming deep inside you. A chaste peck was left on your shoulder.

"Such a pretty girl...", he admired your ruined state in the mirror. You looked exhausted, whoever saw you would be able to assume what Seungcheol had done to you. "I love you so much, princess... will you stay with me, baby? Will you let me take care of you again?", his tone was pleading, big eyes seemed to shine more than ever.

You didn't need much time to think, this choice had also been made along with the first one. You were never in a position to deny Seungcheol anything.

The two of you were each other's downfall.

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[wonwoosstuff]

bed chem 🛌 lee seokmin

♫ pairing, lee seokmin x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, established relationship, reader is mentioned to be naked (non-nsfw), kissing, cuddling, seokmin calls reader princess but gender isn't stated ♫ synopsis, your boyfriend knew how to make you feel special.

♫ author's note, saw seokmin's weverse update while scrolling tumblr's 'for you' tab and felt like i HAD to do this 😭 GODD him and his messy fluffy hair and his dark blue pajama set.....i'm gonna literally combust he's so dreamy 💔 anyways enjoy lyrnation! sorry i haven't been updating btw ☹ started a job and school's been really stressful lately so I've been busy!! bear w me please i'm doing my best 🙏

♫ now playing, bed chem (sabrina carpenter)

♫ word count, 476 | for @kstrucknet

the feeling of a muscled arm slithering around your bare waist finally brought you to consciousness, and you yawned, savoring the sensation of the warmth on your stomach. you're pressed against a firm chest, snug in the grip of your boyfriend as you finally come to.

"good morning, seokminnie," your voice is only a whisper, waking up moments ago as a soft pair of lips presses against your neck. seokmin's already awake, smiling at you as he pulls you tighter to his body.

"good morning, princess. did you sleep okay?" seokmin's lips are flush against your neck, and you smile, giggling at the feather feeling of his smile against your warm skin as you press into him even more. seokmin's spooning you, hand stroking your slightly tangled hair as he kisses the top of your scalp.

"yeah, i did," you answer, letting out a light sigh as you feel seokmin's hand trail down your bare stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"where'd your clothes go, princess?" seokmin asks, hand ghosting over your chest and stomach. you giggle, body warming up even more at his touch as you stifle a yawn.

"i took them off, seokkie. it got too hot last night," you explain, and seokmin chuckles, nodding as he yawns. "sorry. i didn't mean to scare you."

seokmin chuckles, shaking his head as he lets his hand rest on your stomach. he shakes his head, burying his face in your scalp as he sighs against you.

"don't say sorry, princess; you didn't scare me. i love you with or without anything on." seokmin chuckles, and your face flushes, smiling nevertheless as seokmin continues to kiss you all over. seokmin's kisses are sweet against your skin, making the morning feel even sweeter to you.

"can you help me find my clothes? i threw them somewhere in here," you whisper, and seokmin nods, kissing your bare shoulder. "of course, princess. whenever you want to get up and start our day, that'll be the first thing i do, okay?."

you nod, too engulfed in the feeling of seokmin's massive hands ghosting around your hips as his lips touch the curves of your shoulders. with the sun streaming through the windows, and the lavender scent of the sheets wrapping your bare body in the sweet scent, you think you could stay here forever.

"can i just stay in bed with you forever? it's so nice." you muse dreamily, and seokmin chuckles, voice like a song as he nods. "whatever you want to do, princess. it's all up to you."

with seokmin doing nothing to talk sense into you and looking at you with those big, brown eyes you can never resist, the two of you end up lounging around in bed and kissing each other stupid for another three hours, not wanting to change a thing in your sweet, little world.

[wonwoosstuff]

HHU Lollapalooza Berlin

[wonwoosstuff]

Hahaha i saw a tik tok today about husband haul(the wife talk and describe her husband like she is literally bought him it was so funny and the husband was 🧍‍♂️what seventeen reactions would be??i feel vernon would literally do the same😹😹

dude the husband haul trend is so cute ngl hahajsdh especially the ones where the guy just complies and smiles slowly realizing what's happening 😭😭 hopefully I described the boy's reaction well for this oneeee, thanks for requesting anon!!

Husband haul trend

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a/n: had to search up 'husband haul trend' for inspo cause I simply couldn't miss this one heck of an opportunity to clown svt hahahahja enjoy this one loveliess I had so much fun writing and I hope you have just as much fun reading this! if you do consider leaving a comment or reblog as it motivates me to write more of these scenarios! || implied female reader, husband!ot13 x y/n

genre: floooooooooooof (pls yall i dont mind sad requests i swearrr, (however if its fluff you want, its fluff you will recieve <3 ))

warning: none (do tell me if i missed any!)

Seungcheol: utterly confused

“I’m sorry, what?” he lets out a soft laugh as you note his tendency to pout and sulk as a “manufacturing problem.” You nod with exaggeration, pointing at his lips. “The pouting and sulking, even though they’re cute, I might call it a minor glitch from this 1995 model.” And the aforementioned pout made its way to Cheol’s face. “A glitch? Yah, do you want to return me or something?” Gasping, you grasp at his hand. “Absolutely not! This is limited edition. Besides, the pros far outweigh.” And he’s just shaking his head because how on earth did you come up with this concept? Stunt? Tomfoolery? But aside from the small bickers, I feel like Cheol’s confusion is easily outweighed by his amusement with you. “Would you call my snuggles a con then?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. You shook your head. “Nope,” you reply, poking his cheek. “That and the date nights are the best part of the investment. Y’all, this one spoils me,” you address your phone. Seungcheol could only sigh, squeezing your frame. “I don’t know whether I should be flattered or concerned by this whole thing, but I’ll take it.” “Flattered,” you say firmly, leaning into him. “Definitely flattered.” “And maybe a little confused,” he mutters under his breath, smiling softly as he rests his chin on your head.

Jeonghan: complies (question mark) cause he’ll do it to you too

Dude, he’d flip the script on you quick. He’s already getting the gist of it when you grab his shoulders, saying, “I love the upgraded version because it has broad shoulders. Optimal for crashing into or crying on, it’s resilient, so both occasions are well accommodated for.” A small laugh escaped your lips, a knowing one escaping his. “But for the cons: this one is constantly tired and constantly cheats on game nights, so I’ll have to speak to the manufacturer—” “Excuse me?” he smiles, hands crossed. “It’s not like you don’t cheat at Uno too.” “Well, I wouldn’t have if you didn’t peek at my cards.” And then flip. “See, everybody, this is why my model needs upgrading—” he began, and you’re left speechless. It’s now his turn to stand behind you and grab both sides of your shoulders. “It complains too much when she does the same exact thing,” Jeonghan mimics your tone, which earns him a slap on the side and an “Excuse me?!”

Joshua: endearingly confused

“I like this one because it plays guitar,” you began, studying the way his face moves. “It also swore to love me for the rest of our lives, hence the upgrade to husband I got two years ago.” Shua chuckled a “Sorry?” though you think he just found it endearing how you manage to brag about him in the weirdest way possible. He enjoys the subtle compliments nonetheless and complies when you tug at his arms to show “this model’s muscles.” He couldn’t hide his laughter at that one—you’re his biggest ego boost. And I kid you not, this man will utter a small “Thank you” when you say, “Makes the most wonderful beaded bracelets, would make a great dad one day. 10 out of 10 would recommend,” which was definitely a hint, one he definitely caught and will absolutely think about for days to come.

Junhui: confused. 

Just confused. Full stop. Like you’d be saying, “The model I got can act, sing, dance, so it’s very versatile,” and Jun would, off the bat, be like, “Hm?” because he thought you dragged him into a TikTok dance challenge but found himself amidst unusually structured compliments. Expect a lot of “What?”, “Y/N?”, “What did you say?”, and “Huh?” said with something similar to childlike wonder as he fondly looks at you through the screen, watching you buzz around him, pointing out his every feature. He lost it when you said, “Has three imaginary cat friends named Open, Close, and Lock. Questionable but endearing.” And when you’re finished recording, I bet you he’d still be utterly lost. “What was that for, baobei?” A laugh bubbles out of him, and yet his eyebrows are still unmistakably scrunched. You can’t help but giggle. “Just a trend, Junhui, don’t think too much about it, hmm?” And he’d answer nervously with a “Yeah, okay, I guess.” Poor baby is so confused, huhuhu.

Soonyoung: complies PROUDLY

He’d have the smuggest, most “damn right” coded smile on his face as you “haul” him—his words, not yours. You need him to turn? Already moving. You need him to raise his hand? Already flexing. Heck, he’d go the extra mile and roll up his sleeves to show off the muscles you noted as “a bonus from the fiancé upgrade.” The whole time, you’re just trying not to burst out laughing from the funny faces he’s pulling and the exaggerated poses he’s doing. There was a split second where he whispered, “I’m doing well, right?” and the urge to pat his head and say, “Yes, you are, baby, so well,” is too strong. Then you said, “One of the biggest misses is its identity crisis. Sometimes it thinks it’s a tiger.” You were already expecting some elaborate tiger roars, but you look back to see your man. Your husband. On all fours. (I’m sorry.) “Soon! Get up!” And yet he continues, causing you to tumble to the ground as laughter comes up in uncontrollable gasps. Soonyoung doubles over, tears streaming as he laughs. “I do have to note, though,” he interrupts the fits of laughter, now fully lying on top of your hiccuping form, “the identity crisis comes with the product, so that’s on you, baby.”

Wonwoo: simply complies

He knew when you dragged him in front of your phone, this was yet another one of your antics. “Just stand there, okay? It’s for... content,” you smiled, earning an “Alright, Y/N,” and he's just there as you busy yourself around him. Patient as ever. Pliant as ever. I feel like Wonwoo’s used to your shenanigans over the years so much so that this was one of the less odd ones. But the whole time, there was this soft smile playing on his lips. He would only look at you and never through the screen because he knows that makes you nervous. Which proved to be right, as mid-explaining how “this 1996 model was one of the best ones yet,” you made eye contact with said model and then just couldn’t continue talking. (I mean, same here, honestly.) “Go on, darling—” he starts, and you immediately shook your head, burying your face in his chest as you muffled, “D-don’t look at me like that.” Will he listen? Nope. Wonwoo would definitely keep looking at you like that, heart eyes silently thrown through his black-rimmed glasses.

Jihoon: confuse

I feel like the compliments will leave his ears unmistakably red, like as you go through the list of humble brags you have regarding the love of your life, his ears would only go redder and redder. “Right, so this 1996 model I got in Busan. Actually, I’ve known the manufacturers well before I got it, so installation was easy,” you start, hands lingering on his as Jihoon pulls a face, squinting at you. “Wait, manufacturers? My parents?” Nodding confidently, “Exactly!” you grin, “The build is impeccable. Mine comes with solid arms and abs. Attractive, I know.” You paused for dramatic effect, to which Hoon laughs at. “But also a very attractive brain. It has a knack for songwriting, which I didn’t know I got. Bonus, though, because sometimes it writes me songs.” Jihoon groans, dragging a hand over his face, but the red tint creeping up his ears is undeniable. “You’re making this so weird. Please don’t call my parents ‘manufacturers.’” “But it’s the theme!” you giggle. “Besides, I’m right, aren’t I? I owe your parents a whole bunch for raising the love of my life,” you note, wrapping your arms around him. Jihoon sighs, clearly defeated but unable to hide the tiny, bashful smile that finally breaks through. “You’re impossible.”

Minghao: confused but once he got the gist of it he complies

Minghao would definitely be confused the entire time. “Wait, so you’re... what? Showing me off like I’m some kind of limited-edition collectible?” You nod enthusiastically. “Nothing weird, just wanna show you off for a bit.” And he pulls this ‘I don’t get it, but whatever you say, beautiful’ face that you know oh so well. So when you describe how, “I got this model from Anshan, Liaoning, and I must say… quality? Top tier,” he’s chuckling like a little kid as you twirl him around for a ‘360 view.’ “One of the things I requested from the manufacturer was great fashion sense, and I’m happy to report that I got the full upgrade.” And you can hear him mumble, “…It’s called personal style, but okay.” He mumbles, his lips twitching into a small smile as he adjusts the hem of his shirt, clearly playing along despite his lingering confusion. And you jokingly squeak, “Love the humility, comes standard with the base model.” Minghao rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth lift in amusement. “I still don’t get why this is a thing, but if it makes you happy…” “It does,” you grin. He smiles in return, “Well, in that case, show them the ring. Diamond sold separately.”

Mingyu: COMPLIES.

Heck, he was the one who suggested doing the trend, saying, “Wanna do the fiancé haul trend thing before we get married? It’d be cute,” his face lighting up with a big grin as you agreed. He’d also be the one pointing out key features of himself, I feel like? Baby is so proud of your relationship that he knows exactly what you like about him and vice versa. You shook your head as he signals his height for you to talk about. “I don’t know how I ended up with a model that’s 6’2” tall, but I’m not complaining. Bonus points, this one also cooks well and eats well,” you giggled, seeing him nodding happily. “I do have to talk to customer service about the... uhm, how do you say this, the biting?” (Read: hickeys.) Mingyu lets out a loud laugh, clearly unbothered by the subtle jab. “Hey, hey! That’s an exclusive feature, okay? Limited edition.” He leans in closer to you with a cheeky grin, pretending to whisper conspiratorially, “No refunds, though. You’re stuck with me.”

Seokmin: very confused and yet happily complies

This man loves seeing you happy, and if it’s a silly trend that you want him to do, it’s a silly trend, and a complying husband you’ll get. “You get the muscles and the emotional intelligence with this 1997 model, crazy right? They don’t put them out like these anymore,” you inform your hypothetical audience as you cling onto him, one hand pressed softly against his chest, the other grabbing his arms. Seokmin blinks down at you, cheeks slightly pink but smiling like a lovesick puppy. Grinning at him through the screen, you continued with, “I did upgrade to husband recently; that comes with limitless cuddles, pizza movie nights, and a hardware—” you show the ring on his finger, “a ring!” He grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “I might charge extra for those cuddles though, that okay?” You gasped, mock concern painted on your face. “I thought they were free, Min-ah.” He could only shake his head. “Nope, payment in kisses, and it’s due... right now.”

Seungkwan: very confused and willing to fight

When you proposed the idea to him, he’s wide-eyed, questioning you. “Wait, wait. What trend?” You roll your eyes knowingly. “Husband haul trend, Kwan. Oh, you didn’t watch the TikTok I sent you, did you?” He squints at you. “You send me 5 per day, Y/N!” Giggling as you pull his arm to stand in front of your phone, you exclaim, “Okay, okay! But this one’s cute, I promise. I’m just gonna brag about you.” And the look he gave you was suspicious, so close to saying no, but you’re pulling that face that makes ‘no’ sound so difficult to say. “Fine, but if you say one ridiculous thing about me, I’m canceling my wife subscription.” “Oh, so you did watch it!” You were ranting about how, “Found this model in a Jeju elementary school actually, so I’ve known it for quite some time now. One of the sweetest models out there if I do say so myself,” and a soft smile slowly made its way to his face, but cut to— “However, this model snacks uncontrollably—” “Ya!”

Vernon: confused and yet complies

Anon, I couldn’t agree with you more. So imagine dragging him in front of your phone and telling him, “Just stay still, alright? This is just for content.” And he took it too literally. Like, bro just stands. First because he was told to, but then you started with, “Alright, here’s the husband haul ya’ll have been asking me about,” and Vernon went, “What?” You could only giggle before continuing. His face? Flat. Posture? Straight. Only moving slightly when you inevitably grabbed his shoulders to turn him around. But you know that face he does when he’s just utterly confused? Yeah, he pulled that expression when you said, “Called himself daddy in a track once. Might be weird for some, but it was hot to me. Moving on—” Nonnie’s face screams, dude? Wtf? You can’t help but laugh as you watch him through your screen. When you’re done recording, you turn to hug him, but he beats you to it. “What was that for?” he giggled softly, unsure whether to laugh or ask for clarification. “Just having fun. Thanks for standing still.” You mimicked his giggle. And I feel like Vernon can’t do anything but shake his head. “You’re so weird.”

Chan: confused, complies(?), and fights back

Chan is the epitome of ‘???’ His face is just constantly scrunched up, and I think he’s probably trying to put the pieces together as you shoot the video. “Y/n, what’s—” “So, this model I got in 2015, I knew it since it was a baby basically and—” and he’s like, what… alright, guess I’m an it now. This is what my relationship has simmered down to. And there was a point where you dragged him by the arm to turn around, “Great height, strong arms,” you chuckled as you squeezed his arms, and I bet you felt him flex a little. “Lifted me once as ‘weights’ in the gym, so, points for creativity,” and Chan can’t help but lean onto you a bit, laughing. “What is this, baby?” “Shush—infatuated with otters, like so much. I was concerned when it wanted to name our future child ‘Otter,’ so that’s one of the minuses I have about this model.” And that had him laughing, grabbing you by the waist. “Ya! That was one time! And I was drunk!” And you can’t help but laugh with him. “RIGHT! Loves whiskey more than me—” “What is this?! A product review!? Am I the product?!” He held you closer, continuing his fits of laughter.

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[wonwoosstuff]

i saw your post about you wanting to write anal and then my eyes twitched to the coups in ur dn and my mind went straight to like face sitting with cheol & he starts to just slowly slip a few fingers in the other hole while getting crazyyyyy pussy drunk

seungcheol is drunk.

he hasn’t had a sip of alcohol, but he’s intoxicated out of his mind. pupils blown, room spinning, mind fuzzy.

your thighs tremble as you straddle his face. you claw at the pillows of the sofa for some kind of purchase as your boyfriend makes a meal out of your cunt. it’s like the second a drop of your taste lands on his tongue he becomes a distant version of himself—something more wild, more animal, and his inhibitions go down the drain.

“oh my god, cheol,” you sigh, head tipping backwards as your boyfriend’s tongue laps at your pussy. he’s shameless; slurping, smacking his lips, dragging his tongue all through your folds, circling your clit with the tip of it. you feel it prodding at your sticky, dripping opening, dipping in and out, greedy for more, more, more.

he has one hand grasping your thigh and the other squeezing at your ass, his grip strong as he locks you in place against his mouth lest you squirm away from him. accepting your fate, you rock your hips back and forth, riding his face as whimpers of his name stream from your lips.

your whimpers morph into moans when a fingertip of his dips down to your pussy to gather up some slick before he pushes it past the rim of your asshole and buries it all the way to his knuckle.

“f-fuck, cheol!” you squeal, your brain full of cotton as he pushes his finger in and out of you—pets at your insides while devouring your cunt with his mouth.

it doesn’t help that he’s moaning, too. deep, grumbling sounds of utter fucking gluttony from the way you soak his tongue and clench around his finger. he needs to make you cum. it won’t take much at this point.

a few rough thrusts of his finger in your ass and some wet swipes of his tongue at your clit and you’re crying his name, gushing arousal over his face until you’ve made a mess, and it’s only when you’re boneless and leaning against the sofa that seungcheol detaches from you and gathers you in his arms to coo praises at you.

[wonwoosstuff]

Drabble: Just f.reader x Scoups being very much clingy with each other

“Honey, I wanna travel to Hawaii.” You exclaimed while joining a with paperwork busy Seungcheol on the soft sofa of your apartment.

Too busy and locked into thousands of bill documents and tax records he answered: “Sounds nice. Bring me my card.”

You however, were dissatisfied with that uninteresting sounding comment on your suggestion. So, you distracted him with your methods.

While hugging his neck sideways, you left a good and loud smooch on his temple, earning a smile from your husband.

“I love you and your lashes.” You grabbed his chin to make him face you. Kissing his lashes, followed by a kiss on his cheek, nose, then lips made Seungcheol impatient.

Your distraction has once again won against the war of adult documents. Seungcheol who quickly layed the papers aside was now hovering above you while deeply keeping eye contact.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, love.”

“Wha-“ his lips were in contact with your neck causing your question to be interrupted by your own soft moan.

Automatically, you put your arms around your husband’s neck to give him more access to your body.

[wonwoosstuff]

“did you know…”, you begin, tracing vernon’s neck as he hums in delight.

“know what?”, the vibration of his throat reaches your lips.

“they say that your moles mark the places your soulmate liked kissing you in your past life”, your words come out calmly, even though your heart is beating loudly inside your chest.

vernon chuckles, firmly wrapping an arm around your waist in a silent plea of ‘please, don’t stop’.

“that’s kinda cute.”

“it is”, you nod, breathing in his scent. “and i think it’s true, that would explain why you have so many moles on your neck.”

“do i?”

vernon pulls back a little, just enough to look you in the eyes. he tries not to focus on how red and plump your lips are right now.

“you do. one on the left side, one on the right side, and one on the back”, you say with a little smile, like you had his body memorized by now - which you did.

he smiles softly. “and you’re the one who did it?”

“i mean…”, you bite back a smug smile. “who else could have loved your neck in the past life as much as i do today?”

“no one”, he says in a heartbeat. “plus, you only have one soulmate.”

you lean forward to peck his lips, humming when he deepens the kiss.

“and that’s me?”, you whisper against his lips.

vernon laughs. his eyes are closed, and you melt in the way his thumb is caressing the skin of your waist underneath your shirt.

“you said it yourself”, he whispers back. “who else could it be?”

a/n: i am just a girl with a heavy crush on her bias, pls forgive me.

[wonwoosstuff]

washing dokyeoms hair in the bath while you straddle him but because of the position ur boobs are in his face so he just keeps kissing and biting and sucking at ur boobs while you’re trying to condition his hair

WARNINGS: smut, breast play.

you’ve got him settled in the tub, water up to his shoulders, warm and steamy, and he’s just staring up at you, eyes all heavy-lidded and mischievous like he’s got a hundred bad ideas brewing. you’re trying to keep it together, keep it professional (or, well, as professional as you can while straddling his lap), because you said you’d help him with his hair, and you don’t break promises. “just sit still, yeah?” you murmur, leaning over with the conditioner bottle in hand, and, yeah, your chest just happens to be right in his face. a wicked little smirk already creeping onto his face. “hey—what’d i just say?”

“just sittin’ still, baby, don’t mind me.” except he’s absolutely not sitting still, ‘cause his hands are gripping your hips, pulling you even closer, and his mouth is right there—pressed into the curve of your chest like he’s gonna find some buried treasure in the way he starts kissing, biting, sucking at your skin.

“babe, you’re supposed to be relaxing,” you laugh, trying to keep it together, trying to keep your hand steady while you work the conditioner into his hair, but it’s hard to focus when his mouth is all hot and wet, lips brushing up and down like he’s found his favorite flavor in the world.

“i am relaxing,” he says, voice all muffled and low, mouth still pressed into your skin. “it’s my favorite way to relax.”

“yeah?” you raise an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool, but you feel that flutter in your stomach, that heat spreading as he drags his teeth over the skin just under your collarbone.

“uh-huh,” he hums, moving down, hands squeezing your hips like he doesn’t wanna let go, like he’s just getting started. you feel him exhale against your skin.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, fingers carding through his hair, trying to be gentle, but he groans a little, like he wants it rougher. you roll your eyes, but there’s no way you’re letting him get out of this, so you push his head back just a little, forcing him to lean back, and start rubbing the conditioner on his hair. but of course, he’s still got his mouth on you, taking little nips, leaving these tiny marks that you just know he’s gonna brag about later.