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[yeosang-ponytail]

Lost in a Dream: Part 1

pairings: wooseok x reader x hongseok

word count: 1.4k

warnings: harddom!hongseok, fingering, unprotected sex, degrading, spanking, swearing, (also some aftercare to make up for it)

summary: Your boyfriend had always found your sleep talking to be cute, until it accidentally reveals someone else you desire. Your loud sub-conscience may land you in a situation you did not expect. 

 a/n: Sorry it took me so long to write something. Hopefully I’ll start posting more frequently. I think this is only going to be a two-parter, and I should have the second half up by Tuesday. Feed back is always appreciated and I am currently taking requests for drabbles or one shots!!

Wooseok hovers over you and as he kisses you, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a small moan from your throat. His large, slender fingers snake from your jaw, down your neck and stopping at your breast, grasping it harshly. Another noise escapes your lips, louder than the last one. His hand continues lightly down your body, and suddenly Wooseok’s long fingers are ghosting over your aching core. He pulls away from your lips and looks down at you hungrily. “Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” His deep voice echoes in your head and you can only bring yourself to nod in response. He presses his fingertips to his core and chuckles darkly. “You’re so wet for me already. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“Please, Wooseok. Please touch-” 

You’re interrupted by a familiar voice. “Princess, wake up.” You let out a whine as Wooseok begins to fade from your vision. Your eyes open to see your boyfriend Hongseok looking down at you smugly. “What were you dreaming about?” Heat washes over your body and a lump of guilt builds in your stomach. Amidst your silence, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You were making such pretty noises in your sleep, princess.” Fuck. He obviously knew what you were dreaming about, but he didn’t know who you were dreaming about, did he? You try to hide your face in your hands, but Hongseok grabs both your wrists in one of his hands and pins them above your head. His other hand traces patterns teasingly over your thigh. “It was me in your dream, right?” His tone is suddenly much darker as are his eyes. He smacks your thigh harshly. “Answer me, Princess.” 

You know Hongseok wouldn’t be genuinely angry with you for dreaming about someone else. You both know dreams are just dreams. Not to mention the two of you have previously discussed potentially bringing another person into the bedroom. You just never had a desire to have anyone else until now. But just because Hongseok wasn’t upset with you did not mean he was above acting jealous and punishing you for it.

He slaps your thigh again in the same place. Your skin starts to sting and you wince. You finally bring yourself to speak up. “N-no.” His grip on your wrists tightens and his eyes urge you to explain yourself. “It was s-someone else. I’m sor-”

“Who was it then?” He gently rubs his palm over the sensitive patch on your thigh, threatening to smack it again. Embarrassment creeps over you, a red hue staining your cheeks and your chest. Though you understand that he’s not actually mad, you sense you’re in for a rough session. You can’t work up the bravery to answer him, knowing you’ll be punished regardless. He strikes your other thigh, not wanting to hurt you too badly. “So silent all of sudden, princess. You were moaning his name just a couple minutes ago and now you can’t even say it.” Shit. Curse your sleep talking. 

Hongseok  continues lightly dragging his fingertips over your sensitive thighs and you let out a sigh of pleasure. “So you’re interested in Wooseok? Didn’t think you’d be into someone so much younger.” Warmth grows in your core. You know better than to talk back when you’re being degraded, and you definitely didn’t feel like stopping him. “Maybe I should ask him to join us some time. You’d like that wouldn’t you, slut.” You swallow thickly. You can’t tell if you’re more turned on by the change of nickname, or the thought of having both men in your bed at once. His fingers leave your thighs and instead press against your heat, and you moan at the sensation. “You’re so wet just hearing me talk about it. Admit it.”

You know exactly what he wants from you, and you don’t care how embarrassing it is. You are aching for him to touch you. “Y-yes. I just need both of you to fuck me so bad. Please, I’ll be s-such a good slut for you,” you let out in your whiniest tone. Your honesty sends a shiver up his spine.

“Good girl.” Without warning he plunges two fingers into your hole and you nearly howl in response. Your arms fight against his wrist in an attempt to grasp the sheets below you, but to no avail. His fingers thrust inside you at an unbelievable pace, his thumb meeting your clit periodically. You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, craving your release, when Hongseok removes his fingers from your core. A whimper escapes your lips caused by the empty feeling. His other hand releases your hands and he leans back on his knees. “Turn over.”Before you can react to his demand, Hongseok grabs you by the hips and flips you over so you’re lying flat on your stomach. He lands a light smack on your ass. “C’mon, princess. Ass up. On your knees.” You position yourself how he tells you to and he rewards you by planting a light kiss on the sensitive skin where he just spanked you. 

After a moment, you feel the shaft of his cock grinding against your ass. Hongseok lets out a hiss, finally receiving some much needed friction. You push yourself back against him, whining out for him to fill you up. “Hongs-seok, please.”

His smirk is audible. “Please what?”

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock inside m- Ahh fuck!”

He interrupts you once again by thrusting inside you, bottoming out immediately. He stills himself inside you for what feels like ages and you are desperate for him to move. “You take me so well.” He slaps your ass again, much harder this time, causing you to jolt forward. The motion causes his dick to twitch inside of you, both of you releasing pornagraphic sounds at the feeling. Now that you’ve adjusted to his size, Hongseok begins snapping his hips into you. His pace is slow, but the force behind his thrusts paints small bruises where his hip bones meet your backside. It doesn’t take him long to find the perfect angle, hitting the perfect spot every time he thrusts into you. 

You shove your face into the pillow below you in an attempt to muffle your moans. “Fuck! Don’t stop, Hongseok!” 

“You think Wooseok can make you feel this good? Is that what you think? Who fucks you this good?” He picks up his pace as he continues to degrade you. Your head is spinning between the feeling of your boyfriend pounding into you and the thought of another man joining in on the action. You’re so caught up in your thoughts you forget to respond. Another harsh spank meets your ass. “Answer me, slut. Who fucks you this good?”

“You do H-Hongseok. Only you can fuck me this good.”

“That’s right.” He speeds up even more. You can tell he’s starting to chase his own high as he pushes you towards yours. “Now come for me, princess.” And with those words your eyes roll back, and a shiver shoots down your spine. He’s thrusting into you relentlessly as you tighten around him, and he comes undone seconds later, shooting hot ropes of cum into you. 

After riding out your highs, you both lay still for a moment to catch your breath. When Hongseok regains a bit of energy, he lifts himself off the bed, soon returning with a cold towel and a water bottle. He fluffs a pillow, then gently positions you over it  so you’re sitting up enough to take a sip of water. As you swallow mouthfuls of water, he starts wiping your thighs and core with the chilled, damp cloth. You flinch at the sensation, and Hongseok plants a kiss on your forehead. Once you’re cleaned up, he reaches into his dresser to fetch a T-shirt and help you into it. He looks down at you in adoration. “You know I’m not upset about your dream, right?”

You giggle while handing him the water bottle. “I know, babe.” You watch him chug the last of the water.

He sets the empty bottle down then leans over to gently kiss behind your ear. Before pulling away he whispers, “I may have to tell Wooseok, though.”

[yeosang-ponytail]

Thigh Riding w/ Yunho

pairing: boyfriend!yunho x reader

word count: 1,050

genre: smut

warnings: just smut, a lot of pet names, pretty tame otherwise

a/n: this is my first decent sized piece of writing. hope you guys like it!

You were so happy to have your boyfriend back from tour. Your apartment had felt lonely for the past couple months, but now you were sitting in your bedroom hearing the shower running, and the knowledge of his presence brought peace to your mind. He had just gotten back earlier today, and you knew he was absolutely exhausted and desperately needed to rest, but you’d be a liar if you said the thought of the water running down his bare skin wasn’t warming you between your thighs. You’re lost in your imagination, subconsciously squeezing your legs together on the edge of the bed, when you’re greeted by a naked Yunho in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. Moisture builds in your mouth at the sight of his chest. 

His chuckle catches you off guard and you jump slightly. “My eyes are up here, baby.” He walks over and presses a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the closet. Moments later he returns in an oversized sweatshirt and boxers, his damp blonde hair drooping in front of his beautiful bare face. He plops himself onto the bed and after scooting yourself over to lay next to him, you reach your hand over to tuck his locks behind his ears, then place your hand on his chest. He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly with one hand while the other rests on top of yours. You know he’s not ignoring you on purpose, he’s just very tired and you understood. But at the same time you were very horny. 

You swallow deeply as you begin to stroke the man’s chest. “Um… Yunho,” you stutter. He turns his head, and your faces are closer than they were before.

He smiles innocently. “What is it, sweetheart?” You open your mouth to speak, but immediately bury your face in his sweatshirt out of embarrassment. You weren’t typically the one to initiate things in the relationship. You weren’t afraid he’d say no to anything you’d ask. You had just never needed to before. As Yunho’s large hand gently meets the small of your back, you jolt at the sensation, cluing him in on what you wanted. “Y/n, did you miss me? Are you feeling needy?” You nod, still hiding in the excess fabric draping his body. “Hey, look at me.” His voice is so gentle and patient. You look up at him, blushing and unable to sit still as the heat between your legs grows. “Talk to me, sweetie.”

“I r- really missed you. But I know you’re tired. You should res-”

“Come ride my thigh, baby.” He pats his leg, his face still plastered with an innocent smile. You freeze, not expecting his tender, yet straightforward, command. It’s not something the two of you had done before. That’s not to say you haven’t dreamt about it on occasion. “Come on. I wanna help you feel good.” Before you can move, he already has his hands around your waist, slowly raising you and positioning you so you’re straddling his thigh. He can feel your hesitation to try something new, so he begins placing light kisses down your neck and collar bone to help ease your mind, and suddenly your confidence is flooding back. 

You disconnect his lips from your body to take off your shirt. “My god, you are stunning.” A warm blush paints over your face before his lips meet yours. His compliment was so sweet, but his kiss is hungry. His tongue explores your mouth while his hands explore the rest of your body- starting at your cheeks, moving down to your breasts, and then stopping firmly on your hips. As you open your mouth more to deepen the kiss, Yunho pushes down on your hips, grinding you against his bare thigh as he swallows your moan. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties as you begin moving yourself over his muscular leg, and you know he can feel it to. He pulls away and smiles up at you so innocently as he flexes his thigh against your core. You could never understand how he always managed to look so pure even in the dirtiest scenarios.

“How does it feel, baby? Do you like riding me like this?” Even the tone of his voice is innocent. You can only manage to nod as you continue to moan, your sounds clearly affecting Yunho as he tightens his grip on your hips. He pushes you harder onto his thigh and when you jolt forward, he takes the opportunity to hold one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. With this added sensation you feel yourself getting close and begin speeding up your hips, many curse words falling from your mouth. Yunho takes his mouth off your chest and replaces it with one of his hands. “Look at me while you cum, sweetheart.” You continue your movements, trying really hard to keep your eyes on his, but it’s hard to even keep your eyes open when you feel this good. You throw your head back as your moans turn to whines, feeling a familiar tightening in your core. You feel a hand gently wrap around your neck, forcing you to look down. “Eyes, baby.” You fixate on your boyfriend's face while continuing to push yourself against his leg, still letting out incredibly lewd whines. “You look so beautiful like this.” His praise is all it takes to send you over the edge. You hold eye contact as long as you can, but when Yunho starts flexing his thigh again, your eyes can’t help but roll back as you moan out his name. 

Once you finish riding out your high, you collapse forward onto his chest, your body rising and falling with your labored breaths. Yunho plants a kiss to your sweaty cheek. He lets out a chuckle before asking, “Did you enjoy that?”

You take a moment to catch your breath and then prop yourself up to look at him. “Yes. Very much, yes, oh my god.” As you sit back up fully you notice the bulge in your boyfriend’s boxers. You gesture down at his lap and with a smirk say, “I know you’re tired from the tour, so why don’t you let me take care of that.”