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Mommy, Please - Part 3
Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong
Word Count: 2806
Contents: masturbating, getting caught, mommy kink, use of the word princess, hwa is decidedly subby, use of a fleshlight, ruined orgasm
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Perhaps Yeosang was an inspiration. Perhaps he just wanted more than his own hand. But either way Seonghwa was far too excited over receiving a fleshlight. It had been over a week since he’d ordered it and he was likely already pushing his luck today. Wooyoung, nosy as he was, had been snooping around the package but luckily didn’t peek at it. So using it right away was likely not a good idea.
But…
Thoughts had been plaguing his mind since he ordered it. He couldn’t get the images of Yeosang with his toy out of his head, nor the way both him and Hongjoong had teased an imaginary someone. And now, staring down at the toy in his hands, Seonghwa could already feel himself growing hard at just the thought.
He glanced nervously towards the door. He had no clue when Hongjoong would get back but he didn’t want to wait and he was comfy in bed. There was also no lube in the bathroom and he didn’t want to risk running down the hall and anyone seeing him. It was easier to stay put. He would probably be fine and if he did get caught?
He shifted, looking down at the toy and feeling the rush of arousal run through him. He was sure it would actually be mortifying. But the idea of it was hot. Or maybe it would be hot. He wasn’t sure if he was quite that kinky or just too horny these days.
Either way with one more quick glance at the door he shimmied off his sweats and boxers. His hand searched in his drawer, hastily grabbing the bottle of lube from within. He sat back on the bed, back resting against the wall and a shiver ran through him as the cool substance coated his cock. 
He wrapped a hand around his cock, letting out a shaky breath as he started to pump it. Before even thinking of anything, just the thrill alone had him worked up. It was exciting knowing he could get caught. He didn’t want to but the idea was a fun one. His heart raced a little faster at the mental image of Hongjoong walking in, seeing him like this, legs spread out on the bed, head back against the wall and all too eager to fuck into his toy.
Another rush of arousal ran through him at the thought. He bit down on his lip, feeling his cock grow harder in his hand and he moved it a little faster. He couldn't quite bring himself to speak out loud but he was imagining being talked to, not quite trying to change it when the voice in his head sounded just like his roommate.
Aren’t you going to use your toy, princess?
A small whimper made it past Seonghwa’s lips in response. He reached for the fleshlight, gripping it in his clean hand and peeking down at his cock as he brought the toy to his tip. Slowly he moved the toy down, unable to hold in the moan that broke past his lips at the sensation of the slick hole enveloping his length.
Nice and slow, princess. Savour it.
He felt embarrassment bubble up inside of him at the way he nodded. He was talking to himself. Was this weird? It seemed weird but it was turning him on even more. All of it just made everything hotter. He squirmed a little, moving the toy at a steady pace along his cock and relishing in each wave of pleasure that flushed through his body.
Good boy, just like that.
He couldn’t help the way his lip twitched at the compliment he gave himself. He liked the way it felt, feeling a fuzzy kind of warmth in the pit of his stomach as he kept the toy moving. He spread his legs just a little bit more, pressing his hips up just a little and bringing the toy down as much as he could, another moan falling from his lips in the process.
“What the actual fuck?!”
Seonghwa’s eyes flew open. Utter shame and embarrassment, and-maybe predictably-arousal, rushed through his body. He scrambled to grab his pillows, covering his cock and the toy as if it made any difference before meeting Hongjoong’s bewildered gaze and beet-red face.
“You’re home,” Seonghwa said weakly.
“Dude!” Hongjoong cried.
“I-I-” Seonghwa searched for what to say. It wasn’t like he could somehow talk his way out of Hongjoong seeing what he saw. “C-Can you at least close the door?”
Hongjoong did a double take back at the door behind him before pulling it shut. Seonghwa felt himself starting to wilt under Hongjoong’s gaze as he took a few steps closer, crossing his arms.
“You know you can use the shower, right?”
“Of course I know that,” Seonghwa hissed. “B-But-”
“But what? Were you that horny? You couldn’t make it that far?”
Seonghwa couldn’t help the wash of shame and embarrassment that came over him. He felt the way his face started to burn and he shifted uncomfortably while dropping his gaze.
“Oh my god!” Hongjoong was nearly laughing. Seonghwa could feel a lump forming in his throat as he blinked quickly and even that feeling was turning him on. “I wasn’t serious but wow! Are you that easily horny these days?”
“Like you’re any better!” As soon as the words left his mouth, Seonghwa regretted it. Because Hongjoong didn’t look embarrassed the way he thought he would. He suddenly looked very collected and a little intrigued and Seonghwa wondered if he should have kept his peeping to himself.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“I-I just- No real- I- You-”
“Spit it out.” He demanded.
“I heard you,” Seonghwa mumbled. He shifted a little, feeling his cock twitch as Hongjoong took another few steps closer until he was nearly at the edge of Seonghwa’s bed.
“And what did you hear?” Why did Hongjoong sound so smug? Seonghwa peeked at him to see a grin on his face.
“W-Why are you grinning?” Seonghwa cried.
“Why are you so embarrassed when we’re talking about catching me jerking off?” He countered. “Unless you heard something you liked.”
All that made it out of Seonghwa’s throat was a pitiful whimper as he pulled his knees up to his chest, making himself small as if to disappear, the pillows still in his lap. How was Hongjoong not at all embarrassed? What was his secret? Or did he just hide it well? Seonghwa didn’t know, but he did know his stomach was a nervous mess of butterflies and small sparks of heat.
“Tell me.” Hongjoong said.
Seonghwa pressed his lips shut, sure that he couldn’t simply say it.
“Are you going to make me guess?” 
That wasn’t what he wanted. Or, well, it wasn’t what he planned. But the way Hongjoong was looking at him now, leaning over the bed had him burning up and had shivers running down his spine in the best way. Seonghwa simply stared at Hongjoong, eyes wide and waiting for his next words.
“Do you like being told what to do?”
Seonghwa shifted just a little and Hongjoong observed him.
“Maybe. Is it nice words, pretty words?”
Seonghwa’s eyes darted away from Hongjoong’s but only for a second. He felt his heart beating out of his chest as Hongjoong placed his hands on Seonghwa’s knees, leaning in closer.
“I’m getting warmer, aren’t I?” He teased.
“M-Maybe-” Seonghwa choked.
“Is it a name?”
Seonghwa coughed, wriggling a little and the grin on Hongjoong’s lips grew wider.
“Are you going to tell me this part?” He gripped Seonghwa’s jaw firmly, forcing him to look up. “Or is mommy going to have to make you?”
Seonghwa was sure he nearly came from the word alone. Or maybe it was simply that his fantasies were playing out right before his eyes. Either way what followed out of his mouth could only be described as a desperate moan and Hongjoong’s grin looked positively gleeful.
“That’s it.”
Seonghwa couldn’t manage any words in response. His mouth hung open in disbelief, falling silent after the all too telling moan. Hongjoong’s smugness didn’t help at all, nor did the way the hands on his knees started to push them down, trying to straighten out his legs.
Seonghwa started to sputter but Hongjoong hushed him.
“Don’t you want mommy’s help?” He teased. Seonghwa swallowed hard, feeling his whole being positively burning as he nodded, feeling even more shy at the admission but allowing Hongjoong to straighten his legs, still holding his gaze. Hongjoong moved almost agonizingly slowly as he pushed Seonghwa’s legs apart and set himself between them before removing the pillow. 
Seonghwa found his hands nervously grasping at the sheets, starting to pant from just anticipation as Hongjoong leaned in, almost close enough to kiss him. He didn’t though, keeping his lips just out of reach.
“Was there anything else you heard that you liked?” He purred, fingertips slowly trailing down Seonghwa’s chest and making his breath hitch.
“U-Uh-”
“You can tell mommy, I don’t want you to lie to me.”
Seonghwa choked out a moan as Hongjoong wrapped his hand around the fleshlight, moving it slowly. Hongjoong was drawing everything out of him far too easily but he couldn’t seem to help it, not when the pleasure was slowly building as Hongjoong worked the toy along his cock. He couldn’t seem to stop it as the words poured off his lips.
“Call me princess, p-please.”
Hongjoong’s smirk only made him feel more shy but he resisted the urge to curl in on himself, curling his fingers into the sheets. His breaths came even faster as Hongjoong leaned in close, lips brushing against his ear.
“Are you gonna be good for mommy, princess?”
Those words sounded like a fucking dream rolling off of Hongjoong’s tongue. They sounded so pretty and velvety smooth and Seonghwa couldn’t possibly stop the way he moaned as he nodded quickly. Hongjoong was moving the toy agonizingly slowly but it didn’t matter, it was all so hot to Seonghwa and it all felt so good. Even more so when Hongjoong’s free hand started to wander, fingertips trailing lazily over his bare thighs.
“I’ll be so good for you.” Seonghwa babbled, eyes falling closed as his hips bucked up into the toy involuntarily. A whimper left his lips as Hongjoong pushed down on his hips to keep them from moving. Hongjoong kept his pace slow and languid as he purred in Seonghwa’s ear again.
“Well, that’s not exactly true, is it princess?”
There was a definite smirk in Hongjoong’s words and they made Seonghwa’s stomach do all manner of flip flops while his heart beat nearly out of his chest. “Good boys don’t jerk themselves off while their roommates are on the way home, right?”
Seonghwa started to sputter, eyes flying open as Hongjoong moved back. He met Hongjoong’s smug gaze with his own bewildered and desperate one. “I-I was- it was just- I-”
“It’s okay, princess.” Hongjoong hushed him, pressing a finger to his lips and moving the toy a little faster. Seonghwa’s thighs trembled at the rush of pleasure that coursed through him. “You just couldn’t wait any longer, right? You needed to feel good right away, hmm?”
“Needed it.” Seonghwa moaned, head falling back as Hongjoong moved the toy a little more roughly. His fingers went back to trailing over Seonghwa’s thighs, even slipping up under his shirt and sending a shiver down his spine at the gentle touch. “I-It’s a new toy.”
“Then of course you couldn’t wait, right princess?” Hongjoong hummed. Seonghwa nodded quickly. With the steady pace of the toy he felt the way the heat was twisting tightly inside of him; his muscles starting to tense and cock leaking onto the toy and Hongjoong’s hand as he got closer and closer to his high.
Another moan tumbled from his lips as he felt Hongjoong’s lips press a wet kiss to his neck. His fingers fisted the sheets, holding on tightly to stop himself from grabbing at his roommate. Hongjoong didn’t suck on his skin but Seonghwa wouldn’t have minded if he did at the moment. He wouldn’t have cared about the marks left until later. He just wanted to keep feeling good.
“Still,” Hongjoong murmured in his ear, toy slowing again and earning a whine from Seonghwa. “It’s a bit naughty to be jerking off in our room like this, isn’t it?”
As he pulled back, nails scratching lightly against Seonghwa’s thigh, Seonghwa pried his eyes open, forcing himself to meet Hongjoong’s gaze and swallowing hard. A slight pout pulled at his lips as he nodded.
“S-Sorry mommy.” He mumbled. “Sh-Shouldn’t have done it.”
“That was naughty, right princess?” 
“R-Right,” Seonghwa mumbled, bottom lip wobbling a little. Even though Hongjoong’s tone was soft, his expression was just a little stern and it made Seonghwa emotional. He gave Hongjoong a watery, apologetic expression and Hongjoong cooed at him.
“You can tell mommy when you need help.” He said, running his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair and suddenly pumping the toy very fast. Seonghwa’s eyes screwed shut as a moan poured off his lips, thighs tensing and toes curling at the sudden wave of pleasure. “You’ll tell me when you get all horny again, won’t you princess?”
“Y-Yes.” Seonghwa gasped, grasping at the sheets while his high approached suddenly very fast. “Y-Yes, yes.”
Hongjoong suddenly stopped the toy at the base of Seonghwa’s cock. His eyes flew open, finding Hongjoong’s eyes with desperation but Hongjoong was smirking at him.
“Just ‘yes’ princess?”
“Yes, mommy.” Seonghwa whimpered. “I-I’ll tell you wh-when I need something, t-tell mommy when I need attention.”
“Such a good boy.” Hongjoong cooed. He started moving the toy again at a steady pace. “You’ll be so good for me from now on?”
“Yes, mommy.” The words poured off of Seonghwa’s lips. His eyes fluttered closed again as the pleasure steadily rose. Hongjoong’s slowing down, speeding up, and full on stopping had him so desperate to cum now. He whimpered and quietly moaned each time the toy came down on his cock, enveloping it with a slick, smooth silicon.
“Good boy.” Hongjoong hummed, pressing more sloppy kisses to his neck. Seonghwa’s breathing picked up, heart racing as Hongjoong moved the toy faster little by little. His head fell back against the headboard, wanton moans falling from his lips and not caring who might hear. He was getting closer to the edge again and his fingers dug into the sheets to steady himself.
“You’re such a pretty thing, princess.” Hongjoong nipped at Seonghwa’s ear between purring the praise to him and it was making Seonghwa’s head spin. “You look so pretty, sound so pretty too.”
“Thank- Thank you, mommy.”
“Look at you, remembering your manners.” He could hear the grin in Hongjoong’s voice as he spoke. The toy moved even faster and Seonghwa felt his thighs start to tremble again. His muscles were tensing as the pleasure got so close to spilling over into what he was sure would be the best orgasm he’d had in a long time. 
“P-Please. S-So close.” He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. 
“Gonna cum, princess?” Hongjoong asked.
Seonghwa nodded his head quickly. “Mommy, please.”
“Want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, mommy please please.” His words came out at desperate whimpers. Hongjoong’s hand came down on his hip as his hips bucked up all on their own. He couldn’t manage to keep them still and he had given up at this point, on the verge of succumbing completely to the pleasure.
“Such a shame you were so naughty earlier then.”
Seonghwa had no time to process what that meant, crying out as he started to cum. At the exact moment though, Hongjoong pulled the toy off completely, leaving Seonghwa with no stimulation at all. His moans turned to a frustrated cry as Hongjoong held his hips down and instead of the wonderful release he was expecting the cum leaked out of him, body shaking and cock still pulsing but it barely felt like an orgasm.
He felt his eyes welling up with tears as he blinked them open, finding Hongjoong smirking at him as his bottom lip started to tremble.
“Y-You-”
“Next time.” Hongjoong gripped Seonghwa’s chin firmly. “You’ll be a good boy right from the start, right princess?”
Seonghwa swallowed hard and nodded, blinking back his tears. Despite the disappointment there was something so undeniably hot about Hongjoong having complete control over his pleasure like this. He wanted nothing more than to earn a proper orgasm now.
“If you’re good for mommy I won’t ruin the next orgasm.” He pressed a kiss to Seonghwa’s nose, far too sweet for what he’d just done. “Understand, princess?”
“Y-Yes mommy.”
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 13 days
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Heyy, I'm not sure if you take requests or not but could you write a svt smut with scoups, wonwoo and joshua as your doctor? You could write for each separately or combine some like dk and mingyu one?
Hi, please remember to always check a writer's bio and links before sending requests.
I don't take requests for one shots, sorry.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 1 month
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Cuddling with Seungmin with his arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on your stomach when he starts to feel needy so he nuzzles his nose between your legs to tell you what he wants… 🤭
whiny needy seungie………………….. *stares longingly into the middle distance*
(warnings; swearing, smut!!!🔞, oral f receiving)
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your boyfriend flops on top of you as soon as he enters your room, a silent whine leaving his lips at the question of his wellbeing. “‘m tired,” is all he says, nuzzling his head into your stomach as he closes his eyes.
you let him wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his head to the side as the most adorable smile graces his feature. he’s happy, you can tell, and he slowly rubs his thumb against your hips as he hums softly.
“tummy warm,” he says, humming contently.
you pick up your hot water bottle that was previously on your stomach before seungmin unknowingly shoved it off you to replace his head there instead. he grabs the hot water bottle from your arms, tucking it by your thigh with his large hand on top of it.
you chuckle at him, grabbing your phone and getting back to the scrolling your boyfriend interrupted. seungmin moans about his phone being in his coat by the door so you show him a few videos, until the algorithm starts suggesting clips from a show he doesn’t watch so he waves you off and closes his eyes again.
you bring your fingers into his hair, carding through the blonde locks lightly, focus mainly on your thumb swiping up and up and up as seungmin softly hums against you. it’s calm, serene even, and you sigh deeply as you sink into the feeling.
you’re not sure how many videos it is later that seungmin starts fidgeting.
first, he starts tapping his fingers against your hip to a beat of a song he’s singing quietly but then he forgets the rest of the lyrics and gives up. then he keeps opening his eyes, looking up at you, then closing them again with a huff. rinse, repeat.
you’re about to ask him what the fuck his problem is and if he wants to do something else instead but he quickly gives you an answer when he moves his head around, nuzzling his nose between your legs.
“pups?” you said, voice soft from disuse.
he doesn’t answer, instead tucks his chin between your thighs and pushes them apart. he doesn’t need to use much force at all—considering you’re happy to help, and soon his face is between your thighs.
you’re expecting something, some kind of.. movement.. but all seungmin does is lay his head right between your legs, mouth pressed into your pelvis with a soft kiss to your hip bone.
you cough. seungmin giggles since the movement causes his head to lift lightly, and he presses a small kiss on your leggings. you know it’s where the little bow on your underwear sits.
that’s not exactly where you want him.
he kisses again, nuzzling in where your leg connects to your pelvis. another kiss. so soft, so fleeting, and you need more.
seungmin moves his head down, to the space you’ve created between your legs, and inhales. he inhales deeply, kissing right above where your clit is—but there’s too many layers in between.
“you smell so good, bubs,” he groans, eyes fluttering open as he looks up at you. “can i taste?”
you nod, quickly throwing your phone to the side and peeling off your leggings. you’re about to get rid of your mostly ruined underwear before seungmin stops you, the arms still wrapped around your waist keeping you still.
“like this,” he demands, nuzzling against your inner thigh.
he kisses more, kisses so many times you’ve lost count, until he suddenly latches his lips around your clit, sucking through your lace underwear.
he isn’t too quick, he isn’t too eager, and you think maybe he’s content with simply sucking like that—slow and lazily lapping at your pussy. you don’t mind it either, the calm from before increasing tenfold as your body relaxes and his tongue sends small waves of pleasure through your bones.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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SKZ Kinks - Vocalracha
Contents: fem!reader, reader wearing dresses and skirts, reader being referred to as cute, pretty, girly, and feminine, mention of corruption kink, video taping, degradation, use of slut, and whore, dumbification, mention of begging, brattiness and brat taming, edging, orgasm denial
Seungmin
Wearing cute outfits (especially dresses) - Listen I know it’s Minho corruption kink this and Minho corruption kink that but the way this man would love to see you in something pretty and cute and girly. There’s something about you dressing in a softly feminine way that just turns him on so much. If you’re wearing pretty skirts or dresses around him don’t even expect to make it out of the door. He’ll have you pinned against the kitchen counter so fast, murmuring to you about how he couldn’t possibly let you just walk out the door looking that fucking cute while getting his hand up under your skirt.
Making videos - It will take him forever to bring this up. He knows it’s a big thing to ask you so he’ll wait until a lot of trust is built up before broaching the subject. The moment he gets a yes though he is over the moon. The first time he’ll just use his phone, filming you as he fucks you from behind and inadvertently catching a lot of his own little groans and moans on the recording. And watching it back the whole thing has you both so turned on you just need to do it again. He’ll try setting up his camera to capture both of you and afterwards he’ll make sure you both have copies of the videos. He loves watching them and reliving every little moment, thinking of how you felt the whole time. It quickly becomes his favourite thing to watch to get off.
Degradation - He loves you so fucking much and he expresses that by calling you his pretty little slut. He just can’t help himself, not when you’re on your knees, licking the cum off your lips and looking utterly fucked out just from sucking him off, or when you’re whimpering and squirming under him as he takes his sweet time teasing you and inching you closer to your release. God, you look is fucking pretty under him and the way you get even more desperate and needy when he starts calling you a little slut or a pretty whore, when he tells you just how desperate he knows you are, how he knows how badly he just want him to fuck you already. When you get like that how could he not tell you?
Jeongin
Dumbification - He didn’t even know he liked this until you. But the first time he properly fucks you he sees it, the way your eyes go all glassy and your gaze is all doe-eyed. The way your answers to him come slower and you repeat things in a dreamy haze. The way your blinks come slower and when he asks you a question you scrunch your nose up, and it’s like he can see the gears slowly turning while you struggle to answer him. The way you end up only being able to moan his name because everything but the pleasure has been wiped from your mind. He’s hooked. He’s so fucking hooked. He loves eating you out until you’re squirming and pulling on his hair but not managing to make a sentence. He adores fucking you with every ounce of his energy and watching you utterly fall apart on his cock. But fingering you, nice and slow, and watching you slowly unravel, might just be his favourite.
Brat taming - He likes a little bit of a challenge. Of course if you wanna be good for him some days he’s not gonna say no. It is nice when you get on your knees for him, lips falling open from just one look. But there is a special joy when he tells you to do something and you say “make me” with a little smirk on your lips. It’s such a fun game to him and he knows you too well. You both know that he knows just how to break you, how to get you crying and dumb for him. But it’s not about that, it’s about the journey, about him breaking you in the best, most pleasurable way possible. Orgasm control - There is just something so fun for him about being in total control of your pleasure. He has so much patience with you because he loves the way it affects you when it takes him forever to get you right to the edge, only to pull away before you can actually cum. He loves when it makes you whine or squirm, he can read it on your face how bad you want it even if you won’t say it just for the sake of your own pride. He’ll edge you over and over, as slowly as he can, no matter how hard and needy he is, because watching how it affects you is so worth it. He wants you to fall apart before he even gets his cock in you, he wants you begging for it in fact. If you’re extra bratty he has no problem telling you he’ll gladly deny you any orgasm at all. If that’s not enough to make you behave and you still want to push him even more he’ll take great joy in jerking himself off, cumming all over your pretty pussy and leaving you needy and moaning after watching him, finally caving in and begging him to let you cum.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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SKZ Kinks - Danceracha
Contents: fem!reader, dry humping, brattiness, teasing, mentions of begging, dacryphilia, crying, ruined orgasm, marking (hickies), high heels, lingerie, mentions of public sex, praise, pet name (gorgeous), hair pulling, bondage, fingering, oral mention
Minho
Dry Humping - Listen, I feel like Minho doesn’t like things to be too easy for him. He kinda likes to work for an orgasm and he likes feeling a little frustrated. That feeling of being pent up and needing release so bad and not giving himself satisfaction immediately makes the eventual orgasm that much better. Of course he won’t admit to you that he likes dry humping so much, too embarrassed to say that you making out with him and humping him like you need to cum so bad you can’t even be bothered to get your clothes off turns him on so fucking much. He doesn’t need to say it out loud though, it’s clear pretty quickly how much he loves it.
Acting Unaffected - In the theme of “doesn’t like things to be too easy” Minho likes a good brat. But there’s a certain flavour of brattiness that he loves and that’s when you pretend to be unaffected by his teasing. Of course it’s fun to break a defiant brat but there’s a special satisfaction he feels when you go from seemingly uninterested to begging for him. When you don’t initially respond he’ll check with you carefully, trying to see if you’re truly not in the mood or playing a game. But when you can’t help but smirk a little at his concern and your answer has a hint of sass it’s enough to let him know what you’re doing and he takes great joy in seeing you slowly give in until you’re desperate and dumb for him. Dacryphilia - His is such a special treat for him. If you’re usually bratty for him he’s not expecting it but every once in a while he’s just fucking you so good or making you so frustrated that you can’t stop the tears. And he gets such a devilish grin on his lips when you start to tear up. “Too much for you, baby? You were the naughty one but now you can’t handle the consequences, hm? Too bad.” He loves it so much, loves when you are falling apart so much you start to cry, when you can’t hold back your emotions. He gets so much satisfaction from knowing how thoroughly he can break you.
Hyunjin
Ruined orgasm - he’s a kinky one I'm telling y’all. He could give or receive for this one but honestly, he really likes receiving them. They’re so unsatisfying and frustrating and they will make him beg for a proper orgasm. Something about the way they don’t meet the expectation and they feel so disappointing just makes him more desperate. After so much build up and let down over and over the final orgasm always has his eyes rolling back and it’s so worth all the frustrating build up.
Marking - Ever the artist, he loves you two leaving marks all over each other. If he had it his way you’d start with covering him with lipstick stains followed by leaving his skin littered in love bites. He’d be sure to give you the same treatment. But considering he needs to be careful so the makeup artists don’t strangle him he’ll settle for you marking up his chest, his thighs, his hips. He just wants to look in the mirror and see evidence of your time together and he loves the idea of you doing the same. Not to mention the way it makes him absolutely feral when he sees what’s left of the marks the next time he undresses you. Wearing high heels - Listen, I can’t explain why but the taller you get the more down bad this man is but that’s simply the truth. He fucking loves it when you wear heels and honestly if it makes you even taller than him good he loves it so so much. Any type of heels will catch his attention but especially stilettos. If you wear them out to an event with him he’ll have his hands on you the entire time. He won’t let you out of his sight. Halfway through the event he’s gonna beg you to go and fuck in the bathroom and he’ll get so whiny when you say no because “you know what is does to me when you wear those shoes, gorgeous.” He will give you one of the best nights of your life when you get home. You can also specifically use this in the bedroom too. Sending him a message to be on the bed and ready when you get home is already enough to excite him. But when you get home and quietly drop your things, strip off your pants before putting on some heels, and he can hear the door opening and closing and then a few moments later, the slow click of your heels as you get closer to the bedroom has his cock leaking. By the time you get to the room you’re left in just a pretty lingerie set and the heels and god it takes everything in him not to blow right at that moment. Safe to say it will be a very good night.
Felix
Praise - I know it’s obvious but he is the sweetest sunshine boy of fucking course he likes praise. It definitely goes both ways. He will shower you with the sweetest words about how good you are, how pretty you are, how much he loves your scent, your taste, and how good you make him feel. But he really loves to receive those things too. He loves when you tell him how good he’s doing, how pretty and handsome he is, how much you love him. The words off his lips are always sugary sweet and he loves when the ones off of yours are too.
Hair pulling - Have you seen his pretty locks? It’s a must to get your fingers tangled in there. He honestly always loves when you play with his hair in any setting. When cuddling, if you dig your fingers into his hair and massage his scalp, he’ll be in heaven. So he wants that touch to continue into the bedroom. Tugging on his locks when he’s eating you out or fingering you gives him such a rush and boosts his ego just a bit. When you pull at his hair while he’s fucking you it adds to his pleasure so much. It makes his eyes roll back and toes curl and he lets out the most beautiful deep moans you’ve ever heard. He’s also eager to do it to you if you’ll let him. He loves the sweet gasps and whimpers you let out when he does it, though he’s always careful not to pull too hard. Bondage - Just think about how wonderful this would be. Think about it. It goes both ways. He likes the chance to tie you up and he’ll take his time. He’ll kiss all over you and give you sweet praises as he ties the knots methodically. He’ll make sure nothing is too tight or uncomfy and he’ll probably pair it with a blindfold if you let him, blocking your sight before he showers your body in kisses, light touches, and slow build ups to orgasms on his fingers or tongue. But I implore you to think about tying up Felix. He doesn’t mind if it’s tight at all, he kind of likes that he can’t move and he’s fully at your mercy. He’d be so pretty tied up in ropes or pretty ribbons. He’s more than happy to let you be as rough as you want. But if you give him the same soft, sweet treatment, taking your time with him, he’ll be so shy and flustered, burning up from all the attention, and he’ll cum harder than he ever thought he could.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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SKZ Kinks - 3Racha
Contents: fem!reader, wearing his clothes, teasing, sexting, nudes, mentions of marriage, use of the word wifey, body worship and praise, oral (male and female receiving), 69 mention, mutual masturbation, role play, facial, face sitting
Chan
Wearing his clothes - He doesn’t want to think of himself as possessive. He doesn’t like that word and he sees you as your own person and not as something that he owns. He’s protective of you but doesn’t control you. And yet, something about you wearing his clothes turns him on beyond belief. He doesn’t know what it is but seeing you snuggled up in just some leggings or better yet just knee highs and underwear and one of his oversized sweaters just gets to him. He has to hold himself back from literally pouncing on you, especially when you give him a sweet smile, blissfully unaware of the effect you have on him. He will be giving you the best night of your life later on though.
Verbal teasing - We all knew this was coming. This man can’t stop flirting to save his damn life. He loves making you flustered. He lives for it. He will go about it all day too. Sometimes, when he’s just being silly, it’ll be cringy and cheesy. He’ll use all the bad pick-up lines just to make you grimace. But when he wants to get you in the mood it’s turning anything he can into an innuendo. When he has a quiet moment it’s whispering something into your ear that he just can’t wait to do to you when he gets you home. His goal is to have you dripping by the time he undresses you. And, frustratingly, with the pictures he paints in your mind, he usually succeeds. Nudes and sexting - In line with teasing you, this man loves to sext. A lot of the time it’s heavy innuendo. He loves sending a message and knowing exactly what it’ll make you think but being able to maintain innocence because he didn’t directly say anything sexual. Somedays, when he doesn’t have much to do or needs a break and no one is around, he’ll send more explicit messages, telling you exactly what he would do to you if you had time to come and visit him. His goal is to make you squirm all day and have you jump him the second he walks through the door, and it usually works. He also loves pictures. It’s not uncommon in the evening when you can’t go to see each other for him to text you, hinting at wanting a picture and telling you you’re “such a good girl” when you send them. He will also send you pics too. He usually keeps it seemingly innocent, sending pics or videos from his workouts and pics of his hands just because he loves how you react. But this absolute menace adores to tease you when he can take advantage of the time difference. When he’s alone at night, knowing that it’s nearly lunchtime for you, he’ll send you pics of him jerking off and the dirtiest messages about how he wished you were there with him. He might even send you voice messages of him moaning your name as he gets off. Opening your messages is a risk but you do it anyway and end up frustrated all day because of him while he sleeps like a baby. He can dish this but he cannot take it. If he’s working and you decide to send him pictures with your fingers deep in your cunt or voice messages of you moaning, be prepared for a scolding and probably a punishment when he finally sees you again.
Changbin
Body worship - Oh my GOD does he ever adore your body. He loves every inch of you and more than that, he finds you insanely sexy. He doesn’t even think all that hard about doing so, he is just so incredibly down bad for you that he cannot stop himself from saying so. Of course he tells you you’re gorgeous all the time, but when he has you under him on the soft sheets every thought in his head starts pouring off his lips. He’ll have your skin burning from the intensity of his attention as he kisses down your body and murmurs to you every little thing he loves about your body.
Face sitting - He wants you to sit on his face, simple as that. He wants to feel your thighs around his head and grab onto them. He wants you so needy you’re grinding down on his tongue. He wants your release dripping into his mouth. He wants your hands in his hair. He just wants you to be the one thing he can smell, taste, feel, sense. He wants you to overwhelm his senses. It might take a bit of convincing to get you to agree but he will be insistent that he would love nothing more than to have you on his face and he will be the picture of excitement when you finally agree. And not that it’s a requirement but if you decide you wanna suck him off while he eats you out it’ll make his head spin and he’ll cum down your throat so fucking fast.
Being domestic - It is truly the most mundane shit for this man. He loves you so much and he wants to marry you so bad. So it’s safe to say any little thing that you do that makes your lives feel more domestic makes him feral. You do groceries with him? He’s fucking you in the kitchen as soon as they’re all put away. You clean up a room? He’s eating you out on the sofa. You bake some cookies for him? He has you bent over the kitchen counter. It truly only gets worse after moving in together. He will try to control himself. Y’all have to be able to eat and clean like normal people, but it takes all his will power. As a special treat you can spice it up a little. The day he came home to find you in nothing but an apron cooking dinner for him he fucked you so good and for so long he had to help you around the next day because you could barely walk. Mixing playing at being wifey with something sexy is easily the fastest way to make him weak and the fastest way to be railed into next Tuesday.
Jisung
Mutual Masterbation - I feel like this one makes a lot of sense. Pretty much everything about you turns this man on. Like you could sneeze and he’d tell you it was hot. So no secret that watching you get off is like having his own personal porn with the hottest performer ever and it’s all for him. And there is no way he could keep his hands out of his pants when he’s watching you getting you off, head thrown back and moans pouring from your lips. A great form of foreplay, though there’s only like a 7% he’ll be able to stop before he cums. Likely he can think of plenty to do while you wait for him to get hard again though.
Facials - Listen he will cum anywhere. Literally any spot you let him, he'll do it. But if he has his way, it’ll be all over you face. Maybe it’s right after you were sucking him off and right before he cums you stop and jerk him off, tongue out to catch his release. Maybe it’s after he’s been fucking you, managing to keep it together while you squeezed around his cock, cumming so hard you nearly saw stars, only to climb off the bed and drop to your knees for him to cum all over your face. He loves how it looks, it makes him positively dizzy when his cum is coating your cheeks and lips and you give him a sultry gaze. It makes him weak in the knees and has him getting hard again immediately.  Role play - He just loves this idea. He’s probably gonna bring it up after watching porn together sometime, commenting that it would be fun to do a scene like the one you just watched and praying you don’t realize just how badly he wants it, lest you think it’s weird. But the idea is intriguing. It is not exactly the supremely sexy experience that you both expected, there are awkward and dumb moments and moments where you both break character or laugh, but it is also, perhaps, the most funny you’ve ever had in the bedroom and you’re sure to do it again soon.
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Mommy, Please - Part 2
Park Seonghwa feat. Kang Yeosang
Word Count: 1337
Contents: masturbating, accidental (at first) voyeurism (again), mommy kink, use of the words whore, slut, and princess, hwa is decidedly subby, use of a fleshlight
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He wasn’t doing this on purpose. Seonghwa was sure he was just unlucky. He simply got caught in the wrong situations at the wrong time. He was misfortune's favourite boy, getting stuck in the hallway, unable to pass Yeosang’s room without him noticing. Yeosang’s door was cracked open and Yeosang was sitting on his bed, fucking himself with a fleshlight. The moonlight illuminated him in the prettiest way as he let his head fall back and let out low, quiet moans, no doubt unaware that his door wasn’t fully closed. Putting on a show for a flustered, curious Seonghwa who was hidden in the shadows of the hallway.
So it wasn’t Seonghwa’s fault. This just kept happening to him. If he tried to pass the door on the way to his room Yeosang would surely notice. That would just be embarrassing for both of them. So really, he was doing Yeosang a favour by staying here, waiting until he was done. Neither of them needed to suffer the shame.
That did mean he was stuck here though.
And while he was here, it couldn’t hurt to watch, right?
Seonghwa bit down on his lip as he leaned against the wall, making sure to stay in the dark. Yeosang wasn’t looking at him, but he was alone in the room, Wooyoung and Jongho were bound to come home at some point. So Yeosang was probably listening, probably making sure he could quickly hide if he needed to. All that meant was that Seonghwa had to be quiet while he waited.
Yeosang bit down on his lip, a groan still making it out of his mouth anyway. He leaned back a little more, moving the toy a little faster. Seonghwa could tell he was murmuring something but couldn’t quite hear it across the room. Some part of him wanted to get closer but he was already risking getting caught if Jongho or Wooyoung returned. And while Jongho would likely just think he was weird, Wooyoung…
Wooyoung would never let him forget something like this.
Seonghwa looked over his shoulder, down the hallway. There was no one there of course. He hadn’t heard anything. 
“I know you want more.”
Seonghwa let out a slow exhale, feeling the heat low in his body. So Yeosang talked to himself too when he was like this. Seonghwa wondered if he should be doing that too. Did everyone else? Was it more fun that way? Maybe if he used his imagination and really got into it. What would he say to himself?
“Keep that mouth open for me.”
Maybe something like that.
Seonghwa clamped his mouth shut after it opened on its own in response to Yeosang’s request. No one was even talking to him. He was simply spying in the hall. He didn’t need to be responding to the things Yeosang was saying to himself while he got off. Yeosang wouldn’t see him. Yeosang shouldn’t see him.
Even with the reminders to himself his body was still getting warmer and warmer. Thrills of arousal rushed down his spine and he was growing harder by the second. Seonghwa let out a silent breath, shaking his hair back out of his eyes and gazing down the hall again before returning his gaze to Yeosang, his mind clouding more and more with horniness.
It would be wrong to get off right now, right? He shouldn’t be getting off to watching one of his friends, listening to him get off. But Yeosang sounded so good, and he looked so good. Seonghwa couldn’t help the way it was getting to him. No one else was around, no one would catch him. He could be quick, right?
Seonghwa brought a hand up to his mouth, covering it while the other pushed into his sweats. He chocked back his moan as he started to palm his cock through his boxers, pretending that somehow made it better than fully fucking into his hand. Still, the sensation of his hand and the soft fabric was already so much better than nothing.
“Mm, that pretty little whore mouth.”
Seonghwa felt his legs tremble. He should probably definitely not be here but now he was far too invested in hearing Yeosang, in seeing him. And he still couldn’t pass down the hall without him noticing. He knew if he took one more step down the hall Yeosang would be able to see him.
And those words were so nice. Was it so bad that he wanted someone to speak to him like that? Maybe he really just needed one good fuck, one nice rough evening that left him barely able to walk. Maybe that would get all of this out of his system and he could just act normal and he wouldn’t get stuck in the hallway jerking off to his friend masturbating.
“Dirty little whore, you like that don’t you?”
Seonghwa muffled his own whimpered agreement to Yeosang’s words as somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered how he’d become this desperate. How he had come to this point. Was this really what happened when he didn’t have sex for a few months? Was he really that needy?
Was he making himself even hornier while judging himself?
He was fully hard now and keeping himself quiet was no easy task but he managed as he watched with his hazy gaze the way Yeosang held the toy still and started to fuck his hips up into it. He let a low moan fall from his lips that made Seonghwa that much more needy. Fuck, he just wanted to be touched. He would love nothing more than to have Yeosang’s hand in his hair right now, holding his head still while he fucked into his mouth.
“I know how rough you like it, baby.”
Was it luck or torture that all the things Yeosang was saying were the things Seonghwa wanted to hear. Seonghwa didn’t know as he wrapped his hand around his cock, boxers still in between them and pumped himself quickly. He could pretend he was being spoken to. But he wanted to be told these things directly. He didn’t want this simply while he hid out in the shadows of the hallway.
Yeosang’s moans grew a little louder as he chased his high, Seonghwa climbing higher along with him and sure he would cum as soon as Yeosang did. His own legs were starting to tremble as he leaned more heavily against the wall. His body was tensing as he thought about Yeosang’s words, unable to stop his mind from imagining Yeosang saying those words to him. Only the hand clamped hard over his mouth was keeping him from moaning out loud.
“Fuck, you’re such a whore for Mommy’s cock.”
Seonghwa’s legs nearly gave out as he came. He was almost sure that the moan he let out was a little too loud but Yeosang didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in getting his own release. Seonghwa’s orgasm crashed through him, sending a euphoric feeling to every inch of his body. He managed to hold himself up against the wall, trying to catch his breath as quietly as possible as Yeosang groaned, releasing into the toy and Seonghwa felt the desperate desire to be that toy.
As he slumped against the wall, pulling his hand out and readjusting his sweats, he wondered if they both knew. This had to be some kind of joke. Maybe they knew Seonghwa was listening? Maybe Yeosang saw him and maybe Hongjoong heard him and maybe both of them were messing with him now. Maybe it was one big joke and Seonghwa was the punchline.
He didn’t know, but he did know that as bad and naughty as it was, he was enjoying it far too much. 
He peeked into the room to see Yeosang having shifted around on his bed, playing on his phone. Seonghwa pulled himself up and took a deep breath before walking past the cracked door and heading to bed.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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do you have a blog where you write for ggs? 🥺
No not specifically. There are already girl group things on my masterlist here.
I won't bore y'all with the reasons why I haven't been writing much for girl groups (unless someone is curious) but I will say smut asks, mtl, small bulletpoint headcannons, and timestamp requests never closed. The only thing closed is proper one shots but all the little stuff is open.
If y'all want more girl group stuff from me you just have to send in an ask for it. I have to edit the posts aboit who I write for, but I will 100% write for dreamcatcher, I can write for mamamoo and twice as well even though I probably won't write any one shots for them any time soon.
But yeah just like, y'all can send in asks and if they spark joy they might just expand into a whole one shot
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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yo, where i can find the promts?
Oh goodness if you mean the ones for one of the one shots I posted a bit ago the list is from like 2021 or so? If you want the list to use yourself dm me and I'll try and find it and send it to you. If you were asking though to send in a request those have been closed for years 😅 I just pick away at them when I feel like it
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 months
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Hi! Do you have an AO3 account?
Yeah! It's lilac_coloured_stars. I mostly just post the same things there that I put up here so if you see the same fics that is in fact also me
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LIVING IN THE RUINS
minho x fem!reader. 2k words. minors dni. best friends to lovers. soft!minho. angst. fluff. jealousy. emotional hurt/comfort. smut with feelings, in a tent.
“Excuse me?”
You blink at the stranger in front of you. She seems to materialise before your eyes. You’d zoned out again and missed the attention your best friend had clearly been receiving from strangers in the crowded room. “I was wondering if I could get your number?” she asks, eyes fixed on Minho’s. She blinks quickly a few times, her long dark lashes fluttering much like your heart in your chest. 
She hasn’t looked at you once despite your close proximity. You’re so close to the object of her attention in fact, your thigh brushes against Minho’s jeans under the table. 
He shifts beside you, sitting up straighter in the booth. “Oh,” he says, clearly taken off guard as well. “Thank you. I mean that’s — I don’t—” 
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks with a small tilt of her head. 
“No,” Minho answers quickly, incapable of lying. His discomfort radiates off him. You’d spent years learning his emotional tells. “I mean—” 
“He’s not into women,” you interrupt, finally drawing her attention to you. She blinks before her eyes drop down to your chest and back to your eyes, like she’s completely taken aback by your presence. It’s impossible, you know that logically. Still, she puts on a good performance. “Sorry,” you add. 
Her lips curve into an unconvincing smile. “No worries,” she says. “The hot ones never are.” 
The whole exchange is as short as it is ordinary. How many tipsy girls work up the courage to ask the pretty man across the bar for his number? You would bet money on it happening multiple times over somewhere across the planet at any given moment. It’s normal. Mundane. Still, you know it’ll chip a little more of your carefully built wall away. A chisel to stone, slow and steady. The only problem is that it’s been chipped at for years. You can feel the fragility of it these days, each chisel etch feels alot like when you’re down to the end of a game of jenga. 
Any move now will cause it to crash and fall. 
She hadn’t considered for a moment you might have been together — not when she’d spotted him across the room, clearly with you — and not when she’d gotten close and blatantly ignored your comfortable proximity to each other. Her question about his relationship status had been an afterthought, a possibility she hadn’t considered until faced with a response other than ‘yes’. She’d been expecting a yes.
The thought that he might be with you, might be attracted to you, was unconsidered. You wonder if she’d discussed it with her friends. ‘No,’ they might have said. ‘There’s no way he’s with her.’
Minho is quiet as the petite brunette turns on her heels and disappears back into the mass of people. His red ears give his embarrassment away. 
You nudge his shoulder, rocking him out of his trance. “Hey,” you prod. “Alright?” 
The smile he offers you is a little lopsided — very Minho. “Always,” he says. 
Your annual camping trip is just like the year before. Your small group of friends sets up camp in your usual spot. Everyone climbs into their usual tents. Everyone assumes you and Minho will be sharing, as always. 
You’re not sure why it hurts so much. They assume that nothing would ever happen between you. None of the other girls share a tent with a guy they aren’t dating. You’re the exception. Because Minho would never want you. 
He notices your low mood later that night. The group separates in the dark to play flashlight tag and as you find yourself wandering a secluded patch of the campsite, you know he knows. His attention is on you instead of where he’s walking. You almost scream when he falls into apparent nothingness. 
“I’m fine,” he quickly reassures you, pulling himself up from the ground. “Just dropped my glasses.” 
“God, you scared me.” 
It takes you both at least ten minutes to find them, relying purely on touch alone. It's too dark to see much at all without a light and using your phones would give your position away. 
You’re grateful for the darkness when you reach up and place his frames gently on his face. It hides the heat in your cheeks when you brush chocolate brown hair behind his ears, ensuring you’ve placed them properly. 
“Thank you,” he whispers, close enough that his breath warms your lips. 
You’re also grateful just to be near him, you realise. Just to know him. You love him. 
You love him. 
It’s an earth shattering realisation to have while playing flashlight tag in the middle of nowhere. You need to escape. You can’t. You’re sharing a tent with him. 
The situation isn’t helped when later in the night one of the girls with big bright eyes and a gentle smile makes a very clear move on him. You were used to it. People loved him. 
You loved him. 
It’s a stupid thing to cause the wall to finally crumble. It’s humiliating really. But when he laughs at something she whispers in his ear: it happens. 
It falls. 
You’re pathetic without it. 
All you can do is hide from him, escape to the tent and pretend to be so tired you’ve fallen asleep before he can investigate. It’s not something you do. Not with Minho. He knows you so well hiding from him is just as stupid as it is pathetic. He’ll know. 
Still, you can pretend. He won’t know as long as you’re unconscious. You can put it off until morning. 
It takes a long time for him to fall asleep. You lie there staring at the canvas of the tent for what feels like hours, the sounds of him tossing and turning continuing for so long you almost give up. 
But then he’s still. His breathing seems to even out. He’s asleep. 
That’s when you let yourself cry. Quietly at first; silent aching sobs. 
What a time for the wall to crumble. You wonder if you have the energy to rebuild. You’ll have to find it. The alternative is letting Minho go entirely, removing him from your life and letting the ruins erode away over a long, long time. 
Not an option. 
“Hey,” Minho’s soft voice calls. Shit. You wipe clumsily at your eyes and sodden cheeks. “Hey, what’s going on? What happened?” he questions as his palm rests gently against your shoulder. 
You should face him. You can’t hide. You know it. 
“No-thing,” you whimper, breath catching between each syllable. It’s that awful breathless kind of sobbing, the type that leaves you unable to inhale fully, let alone speak. 
He rolls you over onto your back. He isn’t rough — but it’s with enough strength you’re completely unable to resist him. 
“What is it?” he says again, tone much more forceful now. He isn’t letting it go. He looks down at you with wide eyes, like he’d never been asleep at all. 
You shake your head. 
His gentle thumbs move to your cheeks to attempt to wipe away the mess you’d left behind. He rests on one arm, leaning over you so he can give each cheek the same treatment. It’s a curious instinct, to wipe away someone's tears — like it has any effect on the person’s pain at all. It’s the best we can often do, you suppose. 
“Just focus on breathing,” he says. “Just breathe.” His hand stays against your cheek, fingers resting on your neck by your ear — featherlight. 
Breathing is easy, in theory. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. His lips part to join you, guide you. His lips are still a little red from his bedtime routine, his tinted vaseline usually lasting him the entire night. 
“That’s it,” he soothes when you finally manage a few steady breaths in a row. “That’s good. You’re okay.” 
They’re simple words of comfort. The kind of thing anyone would say to a person in distress, but they settle something in your chest. You were okay. He was yours in a way that was more than nothing. He cared in a way that felt so genuine it was hard to be dissatisfied with the nature of it at all. 
“Did something happen today?” he asks, still leaning over you. It’s a vulnerable position to be in. It mirrors how you know this conversation will go. Your wall is a crumbled mess. You have no defences against him. 
“Not really.” 
His eyebrows pull together. 
“Nothing worth this,” you clarify. 
“Tell me.” 
“It’s not… It’s embarrassing.” 
His lips curve in a tiny lopsided smile, just a hint of amusement. “Friends are for sharing embarrassing things with. And I’m your friend,” he says. “Aren’t I?” 
You blink quickly a few times, desperate to keep your tears at bay. Then you nod weakly. 
“Why do you look so miserable about it?” he says, tone light and teasing. 
Your lips wobble a little as you struggle with the words attempting to burst forth. They pound and burn and demand to be set free. You lose the battle. “I love you.” 
He blinks, eyes flicking across your face. 
The gates are open now. You’re turned loose. “I love you so much,” you sob. “It hurts. It hurts everyday and it just keeps getting worse and I can’t—” 
His lips cut you off, a warm, heart-stopping, and very much welcome interruption. He’s kissing you. He’s—
“Stop,” he mumbles against your wet, salty lips. “Stop hurting. Please.” His next kiss is unbearably soft, a brush against your upper lip. “Please,” he whispers. 
You nod dumbly.
He rewards you with a collection of gentle kisses across your cheeks, replacing the remnants of your tears with the sticky wetness of his moisturised lips. You imagine the slight red marks he must leave behind. 
He settles over you properly at some point. You’re too distracted by the path of his lips to notice exactly when. But then his arms are by your head, caging you under him in a way that makes you hope for the universe to halt all progression forward. This was enough; everything. 
“I love you,” he whispers against your lips finally. “I’m… sorry for letting you think I don’t. I’m a coward.” 
“No,” you chastise quickly as you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Don’t say shit like that.” 
“I—” 
“It hurts me… and you told me to stop hurting.” 
His head drops to your neck… then, with a soft press of his lips to your skin, “Then I’ll never do it again.” 
Every move he makes is gentle when the slow, indulgent kisses turn into exploring hands and whispered pleas for more. Each of his whisper-soft words of affection sweeps away a crumbled section of your wall, clearing the space to build something entirely new. He’s warm, so warm as his bare torso rests on yours — as he finally presses inside you and sucks a mark into your neck to join the rest he’s left. “Doesn’t hurt?” he asks, stilling as he fills you completely. 
“No,” you gasp. “No, you’re… it’s—” His lips take the words from your mouth, a little messier than he’s been before. When his hips roll into yours you can’t help grasping at him like he might suddenly get up and leave — fingers tangling in his hair desperately.
“I got you,” he mumbles against your lips, heavy breaths mingling with your own. “I got you…” 
When he eventually spills inside you, flooding you with more of his warmth, you’re crying again. But this time it doesn’t hurt; this time it’s a release. The tears that he kisses from your face afterwards — they wash away the rest of the rubble.
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 months
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Mommy, Please - Part 1
Park Seonghwa feat. Kim Hongjoong
Word Count: 1339
Contents: masturbating, accidental (at first) voyeurism, mommy kink, use of the words whore and princess, hwa is decidedly subby
Note: Something of a birthday gift for a darling friend. Though I started it a long time ago I have finally gotten to writing the final part so now seems like a good time to start posting it
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This was not Seonghwa’s fault. It wasn’t. He wasn’t the one jerking off in their shared room when both of them were home. This is what the shower was for; locking yourself in the bathroom for 20 minutes and letting the sound of the water drown everything out.
In the room it was too quiet. Nothing muffled you unless you stuck something in your own mouth. So each and every sound falling off of Hongjoong’s lips were traveling - barely muffled - through the door, and meeting Seonghwa’s curious ears.
Not that he wanted this. He would rather be in bed right now. But as he’d grabbed the doorknob on his way to bed he’d heard the low moan from within and had frozen. He didn’t want to disturb Hongjoong, and he didn’t know how long he would be. He wasn’t eavesdropping. He was waiting for Hongjoong to be done with his private time before he went to bed in their room.
It wasn’t his fault he just had to stand here and hear everything Hongjoong was saying.
And Hongjoong certainly liked to talk to himself, not to mention the moans likely coming from his phone. Was Seonghwa weird? Didn’t people watch porn with headphones? It was late, Hongjoong probably thought everyone was asleep. He knew Seonghwa was awake though. Maybe he did this on purpose?
That was certainly wishful thinking, Seonghwa conceded. He was likely just trying to be quick and had no clue Seonghwa was standing in the hall with his ear pressed to the door. He was biting down on his lip, trying to keep his own sounds under control. Because of course listening to Hongjoong groaning and muttering praise to the person in his imagination was doing Seonghwa no favours.
“Fuck, that feels so good baby.”
Seonghwa ignored the way heat was coursing through him as he listened, telling himself that when Hongjoong was done he could simply go to bed. That’s what he was waiting for. That's why he was still outside the door.
“Come on, you can take a little more, can’t you?”
Seonghwa stopped himself from nodding as a rush of arousal ran down his spine. Hongjoong wasn’t talking to him. Hongjoong didn’t know he was there.
It was worth considering taking a cold shower to bring himself back to reality.
“Just like that.”
Hongjoong’s voice was getting breathier and behind Seonghwa’s closed eyelids his brain was conjuring images that he didn’t ask for. Of course he wasn’t trying to think about what Hongjoong must look like right now, hand pumping his cock, head thrown back, fisting the sheets with his free hand. The way his skin would be flushed in warm reds and pinks and pre-cum would be leaking from the tip of his cock as he chased his high.
No, of course Seonghwa didn’t try to think of these things. His brain was doing it all on its own as he shifted, pressing his hips against the doorframe and rocking into it for the slight relief while he brought a hand up to cover his mouth. He wasn’t about to be found out. That would surely be mortifying.
“Come on, princess. Take Mommy’s cock like a good little whore.”
It was the combined effect. The way his hips bucked forwards. The way a moan was muffled by the placement of his hand. The way his legs trembled under him that told him it was time to go now.
Seonghwa tore himself away from the door, stumbling a little dizzily into the bathroom. He pressed the door closed behind him before gazing at his reflection.
He looked far too wrecked. His face was flushed red and his chest was heaving with heavy breaths. The bulge in his pants was far too obvious. There was even a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Seonghwa dropped his head into his hands with a groan, feeling the embarrassment fully wash over him. Why was he listening to his friend get off? How did that become his Friday night activity? He shuffled over to the sink and turned on the tap before splashing cold water over his face. It cooled his skin at the very least, but little else.
“What am I doing?” Seonghwa sighed, turning around to turn on the shower. If nothing else, he could wash off his body and maybe he’d feel a little better. He peeled off his clothes, trying not to think about the sweat and feeling more shame when he gazed down at his cock, nearly fully hard. 
It didn’t help that with the rush of shame came more arousal.
Seonghwa climbed into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body. He resolved to clean himself and get out to bed, hoping Hongjoong would be finished by the time his shower was over. But his stupid, horny brain was replaying Hongjoong’s words over and over again.
“Come on princess.”
Seonghwa wrapped a hand around his cock, starting to pump it properly with a groan. Wouldn’t this be faster, and then no evidence of his naughty behavior would be left behind. No one would know and he could pretend he never heard a thing.
”Take Mommy’s cock like a good little whore.”
Even imagining the words made Seonghwa’s knees weak. Maybe Hongjoong really was messing with him. Maybe he knew he’d be coming to bed. Maybe just one time Seonghwa had been too loud in the shower, maybe his headphones weren’t connected when he’d watched porn, maybe Hongjoong had seen one of the hot but admittedly embarrassing texts when he was with his ex. Maybe his ex told Hongjoong. Maybe in one way or another Hongjoong had learned how much Seonghwa liked that word.
He brought his hand up to his lips, stuffing two fingers into his mouth and trying not to imagine Hongjoong’s cock there instead. Trying not to think about Hongjoong, nor anyone for that matter, calling him a princess. But of course, the harder he tried to suppress those thoughts the more they were spilling into his brain.
Seonghwa groaned around his fingers, pressing his back into the wall of the shower. He felt the tension rising in his own body as his hand moved quickly, pumping his cock roughly. Maybe it was all a product of being alone for a while. He didn’t hate it. He knew he had needed the break. But fuck, had it ever been a while since he’d had sex.
And now he was fantasizing about his friends.
Perfect.
His muffled moans got higher and his legs trembled a little. For a moment he put aside his thoughts of embarrassment and shame and let himself indulge as he climbed so close to his high. He played the words over in his head, imagining Hongjoong was talking to him, mumbling the word Mommy around his fingers in whimpers until he started to cum, legs giving out and Seonghwa slipping down to the floor of the shower with a bang.
He hardly cared as the ropes of cum slipped from his cock, the dull pain in his tailbone taking nothing away from the euphoria rushing through his system as he let his head fall back against the wall. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, panting and trembling in the hot water. If nothing else, he felt better. Maybe he would be able to put the thoughts from his mind.
A knock on the bathroom door made Seonghwa jump.
“Hey,” Hongjoong’s voice called. “Are you alright?”
“Y-Yes,” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky as he got up, rinsing himself off quickly and feeling his face burning.
“I heard a bang.”
“It’s nothing,” Seonghwa said, hoping he sounded convincing. “I dropped my shampoo.”
Seonghwa was quick to grab the soap and clean off his body, washing away sweat and cum as Hongjoong called back. “Well hurry up then, I need to shower too.”
“Sure.” Seonghwa sighed, turning off the water and trying to put everything from his mind. He could keep it all his little secret.
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[11:55]  It was better with your eyes closed, you’d managed to decide that much. As your body trembled and you bit back the whines as Jeongin shifted on the bed you were very sure you did not want to see his face right now. In fact, you could pretend he wasn’t there. Simply pretend you had done all of that on your own and ignore the burning need in the pit of your stomach.
“What’s wrong, gumdrop? Aren’t you going to look at me?”
You could hear the teasing in his tone. No, more than that, you could feel it resonating in your bones, like it was sending a shiver through your body. You knew exactly what look was on his face at this moment, could sense that he was hovering over you, waiting for a response.
You let your head fall to the side with a “hmph” by way of response, proud of yourself for giving him 0 of the response that he wanted. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing any and all sounds to stay firmly lodged in your throat as you felt his fingers run along your thigh, tempting you.
“Come on, sugar bear, don’t be a brat now.” The sugary pet names rolled off his tongue with an equally sickly sweet tone. He did it so nonchalantly while giving you two sweet releases and pulling away just before you could get your third. He would never admit it but you thought he liked it a little too much, calling you something sweet while ruining you.
Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You opened your eyes, gazing off to the side and decidedly not at your menace of a boyfriend. Some part of you said you should say something, tell him he was wrong. But you didn’t trust your body to handle the task the way it should so you kept your mouth shut, opting to be huffy with him instead.
Jeongin wasn’t having it. His fingers found a firm grip on your chin. In one smooth movement he turned your head to face him.
“Don’t ignore me, lollipop,” he hummed, leaning in a little closer and finally capturing all of your attention. You tried not to stare at the way his lips and chin glistened with your juices. You completely ignoring the clenching of your core and swallowed back your whimper, letting out a hiccup instead.
“Talk to me, sweet pea, what do you want me to do?” He knew what he was doing. He was very aware and you knew it too. You strained your mind to find a perfect, pretty, eloquent response that would leave him stunned.
“N-N- c-c-c-” Your mouth utterly betrayed you, stumbling out needy sounds instead of one measly sentence.
The smirk on Jeongin’s lips only curled bigger. “What was that, sweets? I didn’t quite catch it.”
You could feel the heat on your skin as you opened your mouth again, a foolish thing to do. It was unfair how he made you so dumb, unable to form a real answer. 
“I want you to stop being so mean and put that mouth to better use.”
“I-I p-p- b- m-m-m-” None of your thoughts were expressed in the series of sounds that made it past your lips and Jeongin chuckled at you. It was infuriating the way he affected you and he knew it too, watching you with glee and probably hoping your eyes would start to glimmer and your bottom lip would start to wobble. He loved messing with you too much.
“You poor thing,” he cooed, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You melted into the kiss far faster than you should have and your body betrayed you again as Jeongin pulled back too quickly and you found yourself chasing his lips for more. He chuckled at you again, meeting your needy gaze with his own smug one.
“You just get so needy for me,” He said, the pride evident in his tone as he held your gaze. “There’s not a single thought left behind those pretty eyes, is there?”
You opened your mouth to respond but let out a moan as his fingers found their way between your legs, finally bringing back the stimulation you craved and wiping any fragments of thought from your mind.
“That’s what I thought, peaches” He hummed.
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[9:54] It wasn’t your fault. Your body was betraying you. The slight tremble in your bottom lip. The lump slowly forming in your throat. Your eyes getting just a bit wetter. But what truly gave you away was the sniffle. Such a small insignificant sound but it curled Jeongin’s lips into a smirk. You saw him turn to look at you from where he sat next to you on the couch, but you refused to acknowledge this shift.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” His tone was lacking concern but dripping in smugness.
“I’m fine.” Your voice betrayed you too, sounding unsteady. Somehow, forcing the words out of your mouth was bringing you closer to tears and you squirmed which only added fuel to the fire.
“You’re such a bad liar.” He chuckled, shifting closer to you.
“No, I’m not,” your voice was growing quieter, meeker. You curled your fingers around the edge of your shorts, trying to calm yourself.
“You are,” he sang, leaning in to speak right in your ear. 
“Well, you’re just- you’re-”
“I’m what?” he grinned. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
The worst part was he wasn’t wrong and his words sent a fresh wave of emotion through you, tears now welling in your eyes. He was infuriatingly calm and sweet and innocent. But he had been leaving light touches on your arms and thighs and back for hours and you knew it was just to mess with you. He liked to murmur in your ear, getting as suggestive as he could without outright saying anything sexual and knowing your mind would fill in the blanks.
So here you were, nearly crying from frustration and pent-up feelings and he had yet to actually do anything.
“Y-Yeah, but you- you-” You sniffed again, fisting the fabric of your shorts and feeling your bottom lip wobbling. 
“Is my little sweetie going to cry for me?” He teased, drawing his fingers lightly over your thigh.
“I’m n-not- I won’t-”
He kissed your cheek lightly. “You won’t cry? Are you sure? You’re practically already there just from the thoughts in your own head. That’s not my fault. I can’t control *your* imagination, sweetie.”
“Y-You didn’t- I-It’s your fault-” you whined, squirming and squeezing your eyes shut.
“How is what goes on in your brain my fault? Is it so bad for me to tell you how nice you are, how I want to spend time with you and be close to you? Is touching you like this” he ran his fingers up your arm, “such a crime? I can’t even spend time with you without your mind thinking of other things, hmm?”
You let out a hiccup as your tears spilled over.
“Y-You’re s-so mean,” you cried. “You know- Y-You’ve b-been-”
He slipped a hand around your waist, pressing into your side and pressing kisses to your cheek.
“Aww, I think it must be that imaginary me you have in your brain being mean,” He teased. “Why don’t you tell me what he’s been doing with you and maybe some of it will become a reality, sweetie.”
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 months
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kinktober !
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kink: small penis humiliation
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
"Do you… Do you have any weird kinks? That you haven't told me about?"
Han Jisung. What a way to pique my interest, you thought. You put your book down on the bed beside you, looking over at him with intrigue. He was avoiding your gaze, hands fidgeting. Oh, he had something to confess.
"I'm not sure, Sungie. Nothing major, nothing that you don't already know about, at least." You were very open with him about your desires, and he knew this.
"Oh," he murmured, with a nod. "Okay."
So, he would take a bit more prompting. "Why do you ask? Do you have anything?" You waited for a moment, but he remained silent. You prodded him in the side, urging him to answer. "Is it something embarrassing?"
"No!" he blurted. "Well, kinda."
You shifted closer to him, leaning into his side. "You know I'm not gonna judge you. C'mon, tell me."
He sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Have you ever heard of, like… small dick humiliation?"
Now this was an interesting development.
Obviously, Jisung's dick was far from small. It was always enough to satisfy you, and he had plenty of enthusiasm with how he used it too. But you were more than willing to pretend, for his gratification.
"You're into that?" you asked, brain whirring as you thought of all the possibilities. "You want me to berate you for having a small dick?"
Jisung peered up at you, nodding slowly. He looked so vulnerable, after sharing this with you. He was putting all of his trust in you, to hold this information and degrade him while still respecting him.
You let out a sigh, relaxing your shoulders. "I'm so glad you told me about that, Sungie, that's actually such a relief. This whole time I've been pretending that your little dick actually gets me off, and now I don't have to pretend any more."
Jisung stared at you, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise. His eyes scoured your expression, trying to figure out how genuine this was. "Are you just saying this to get me off? Or are you being for real?"
You frowned at him. "Take a look in your pants, babe. Does that look big enough to satisfy anyone?"
He lifted his waistband, looking down. "I d-don't know," he stammered.
"Do you want to find out?" You patted his cheek gently. "Fuck me, and I won't fake it this time."
Already, he was hanging on your every word. His eyes had gotten that sparkly, glossed-over look that you loved so much, the one that made him look so fucked-out before you'd even touched him.
"I'll fuck you - I-I can fuck you, I'll do a good job, I'll show you-" He was pulling off his clothes as he spoke, tearing off his shirt before tugging down his trousers.
You fought hard not to smile when you saw his dick - it was your honest reaction, every time. You loved your man, and you loved his dick. Long, thick, veiny, hairy, everything you'd want in a cock. His dick was what you dreamed about at night, it was your medicine at the end of a long day. This was really going to test your acting abilities.
You kneeled on the floor before him, in between his legs. "Is it even hard?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked down at his dick, twitching and hardening more by the second. "I can't really tell, it's still so small."
"No, it's not hard all the way yet! It can get bigger, I swear!" he insisted, stroking his shaft with fervour, as though desperately trying to get it harder. He didn't have to try very hard, of course; just a tiny sprinkling of humiliation was enough to make him rock hard within seconds.
"That's it?" you asked, putting on a disgusted expression. "It's hard now?"
Jisung nodded silently, cheeks bright red.
You tutted. "I bet Minho's dick is bigger than this. I look at the bulge in his trousers sometimes, just to imagine what it's like to be fucked by a real man."
"I'm a real man!" Jisung yelled out immediately, spurred on by the comparison to one of his best friends. "I can fuck you like a man, p-promise I can!"
You climbed onto the bed, laying back and stripping your shorts from your body. "C'mon then, let's get this over with. Just fuck me, I don't need any prep. Not for that tiny thing."
Not that you were going to tell him, but the reason you needed no prep was because the startled, submissive look on his face was more than enough to make you wet.
He positioned himself between your legs. You grimaced as you stared at his cock, the tip bumping against your pussy. You scoffed."It's barely a clitoris! I bet I could fuck you with my clit and it'd feel better than this."
It was comical, really - his dick was so clearly massive, and it was so obviously going to stretch your hole like crazy. Yet when you looked into his eyes and insulted his size, he looked back at you completely overwhelmed with arousal.
Jisung whined, rubbing the head of his cock against your hole. "Please, please, I know I'm pathetic, but please can I fuck you?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "Go ahead, I don't care - I'm not gonna feel anything anyways."
He let out a groan, sliding his cock into you right away, babbling, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
His eyes slipped shut, and it was a good job, as he would've witnessed the expression of pure bliss on your face as he filled you up.
Jisung never took it slow, and tonight was no exception. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin as he fucked you, hard and fast. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from squealing; with every harsh thrust, he was sending shocks throughout your system, making butterflies erupt in the pit of your abdomen, making you want to cry out in ecstasy.
He was whimpering against your skin. "I'm sorry… 'm sorry I've got such a useless little dick."
"Aww, Sungie," you cooed. "It's not your fault you're so pa- pathetic-"
Your voice was broken, hoarse. Jisung was thankfully too horny to notice any cracks appearing in your facade.
"Are you enjoying this, Jisung?" you asked him.
"Yeah, yes, fuck! So much!" he cried out.
"I'm glad someone is. I can barely feel anything."
He moaned at your words, and the noise was like music to your ears. He sounded so worked up, so desperate.
"Let me see your face, baby," you urged him. "Wanna see how needy you are."
He lifted his head from your neck bravely, propping himself up on his arms while he fucked you. His eyes were wet with tears, a tiny bit of spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, hon, this is pitiful," you said, your tone condescending.
You reached your hands between your bodies, fingers locating his nipples. You squeezed them, not very gently, and he yelped, his reaction a mixture of pleasure and pain. They grew harder beneath your touch as you played with them.
"Look, even your nipples are bigger than this thing you call a dick. How sad is that?"
"So sad," he whined, nodding along with your words. "I'm gonna cum - I'm gonna cum, baby, I can't hold back!"
You laughed at him. "It's barely been five minutes, Jisung! Are you serious?"
He nodded, letting out a strangled groan. "Can I?"
"Sure, cum inside me. We don't need to worry about you getting me pregnant anyways, not with a dick like that-"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jisung moaned in time with his thrusts, before burying his dick deep inside you and collapsing against you, panting heavily. "Baby!"
You stroked his hair gently. "And I'm nowhere near finishing. See, I told you you can't get me off with that shrimp." This was a blatant lie - with just a few more minutes, and maybe some stimulation of your clit, you would've come for sure.
Jisung lifted his head quickly. "I can get you off - I can, I can!" He leapt up, throwing himself down the bed and landing between your legs. He lowered his face into your pussy, and licked a very gentle, tentative line from your hole up to your clit. He was looking up at you with wide eyes, as if waiting for approval.
You nodded at him. "It's a good job you're good at oral, baby. Otherwise I'd have no reason to keep you around, would I?"
In true Jisung fashion, he went from 0 to 100 within an instant, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. He swirled his tongue across it, back and forth, back and forth. There was no way you could hold back your moans, not when he was overstimulating you like this.
"That's good, baby," you praised him, before demeaning him a little more. "Feels way better than your dick did."
He hummed, sending vibrations through your core. He didn't hesitate even for a second, proving his abilities to you with all his might.
He inserted two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to meet your g-spot, just the way you'd taught him.
"Oh, baby, those fingers are so much bigger than your dick, that's so nice."
Jisung began to whimper, whining as he licked and sucked everywhere. The desperate noises were your undoing; you felt your climax burst outwards from your core, your legs shaking as they wrapped around Jisung's frame. You could barely see, could barely hear, couldn't feel anything apart from your orgasm.
"Fuck," you hissed. "That was good."
He collapsed against your chest, nuzzling into you. "Was I good?"
"So good, baby," you confirmed, catching your breath. You kissed the top of his head, and he gave a contended hum. The two of you lay together quietly, recovering.
Jisung spoke up again after a few moments, his voice quiet. "My… my dick… it's okay, right?"
"Of course, Sungie, it's more than okay! I love your dick just as much as I love you. It's perfect."
He giggled. "Okay, good. Just wanted to check."
"It gives me everything I need, baby, don't worry about that."
Jisung beamed up at you. "Thank you for doing this for me."
"You're welcome, baby," you smiled back. "I love you."
Jisung picked himself up, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I love you too."
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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 months
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⁎⁺˳♡ made for me kim seungmin x fem!reader
summary: "you're the love of my life" kinda sex with pleasure!dom seungmin
word count: 2.1k words
author's note: this ask has taken over my brain and I've had a slow day at work so here we are – have a full fic of utterly whipped, soft!dom Seungmin. this got SUPER sappy, but I hope not too much so
warnings: porn without plot but lots of feelings; dirty talk of the loving kind; unprotected p in v sex (don't do it & pee after sex!); fingering
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Your softness is all Seungmin can feel, think about, sense. The real world is slipping from focus, and he’s surrounded by you, you, you.
You’re all around him; underneath his fingertips where they’re unsteadily brushing against your skin, caged underneath his body where he has you pressed against the sofa, in between his lips where you slip your tongue into his mouth until he’s dizzy.
The warmth of you seeps through his shirt where his body is resting on yours, your soft legs on either side of him, pulling him closer and closer.
He’s hard. Has been since you sighed into his lips, pulling him closer by the back of his neck like he couldn’t be close enough.
He knows you can feel where it’s pressed against your thigh, a matching heat radiating from between your legs, and he feels like he can taste your arousal in the air. The tangy sweet taste of it makes his hip grind into your leg once to alleviate a bit of the pressure, before he slips his hand under your shirt, splaying it over the soft slope of your waist. Your body arches into him as if instinctively, and it thrills him, how responsive you are. It makes you feel so much more real. He struggles with it sometimes, realising you’re really his.
“Seung,” you breathe out, and his heart skips a beat when your voice breaks ever so slightly at the end. He wants to give you anything you ask when you say his name like that.
Your hands wind into his hair and your lips become more insistent, and it sets his whole body on fire with want for you. He pulls away from you and his entire body protests, but he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulls you up. You let him manoeuvre you into his lap without so much as a questioning look, and it makes him smile.
He settles you with your back is against his chest and gently brushes your hair from your neck, before burying his nose in your soft skin and inhaling.
“You smell so good,” he whispers into your skin and winds his arms around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he brushes his palms down your waist, up and down your thighs, across your belly, just feeling your body under his hands. He lets his hand trail down the inside of your thighs before cupping your clothed core. You sigh out deliciously.
“Can I undress you, baby?” he whispers. You nod your head frantically.
He takes his time with it, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck as he drags his hands to your waistband languidly, popping the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper. He pushes your pants down and lets you wiggle out of them. Oh, he can definitely smell you now. He indulgently caresses your thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin before gently tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra while you’re leaning forward, before pulling you back into his chest and looking down at you.
There’s a deep blush on your cheeks, and he knows it’s because he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked in his lap except for your panties; but you don’t complain or hide, and it’s this trust makes desire pool deep in his abdomen.
“So, so beautiful,” he hums into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.
He lets his hands run over your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your hardened nipples between his thumb or pointer finger. Your head falls onto his shoulder and your legs snap shut with a shiver, rubbing against each other to find some relief.
But he can’t have that. His hands fall from your breasts and come to your thighs, hooking them over his own, so he can spread you open for him, just how he wants. The whimper you let out goes straight to his dick. He moves one hand to palm your breast, the other caresses down the inside of your thigh until he’s cupping your heat again. Your hips stutter into his, and you breathe out a moan. He can feel the wet patch on his palm, and he licks his lips, his other hand pinching your nipple. You keen out.
“Let’s take these off,” he mutters and taps your leg, motioning for you to untangle yourself from him enough to pull your panties down and off, before he spread you out for him again.
You’re entirely naked for him, goosebumps littering your soft skin, your core exposed. He feels himself leak into his boxers.
His fingers find your cunt, and he lets out a shaky breath when he finds you thoroughly soaked for him. His fingertips slide through the slickness, circling your clit, travelling down, dipping just slightly into your entrance. He watches as your hips twitch, listens to the broken whine leaving your lips.
He nibbles at your neck as he slowly sinks one finger into you, and you moan, hand winding into the hair on the side of his head. You’re dripping wet for him, and he spreads you out further with his legs, sinking a second finger into your heat to the hilt before pulling them both out, rubbing your clit lightly.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers into your neck as he sinks into you again. Your back arches and he pulls you closer against his chest, his free hand now going to the other breast. His fingers start pumping into you languidly, the sound of your wetness accompanying every single one of his movements.
“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asks breathlessly, and all you can do is nod, mewling feebly.
“Dripping, all for me,” he mutters, picking up his speed, and you keen out in his hold, thighs flexing but not closing. He smiles to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”
You turn your head to his, looking at him with the most desperate expression on your beautiful face before leaning forward and smashing your lips into his.
He moans into your mouth, rutting his fingers even deeper into you, angling them slightly until he can feel the spongy spot on his fingertips. You mewl into his lips, your nails scratching across his scalp.
He can feel you flutter around his fingers, your walls clenching down hard, and he knows you’re getting close. You’re rocking your hips into his fingers slightly, rubbing against his bulge with every movement, making it incredibly hard to focus.
“I know you’re close, angel,” he mumbles against your lips, an edge to his voice that he can’t conceal, “are you going to cum for me?”
You nod, and he stares at you lovingly, moving his hand from your breast to your throat, pressing down just how he knows you like, and he feels more wetness on his fingers, your cunt clenching rhythmically.
He presses his palm down, so it drags against your clit, and he watches your orgasm build, your hands clawing at his arm and his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your thighs shaking, and then you’re falling apart, cumming all over his hand with a choked moan.
“There you go, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he rides out your orgasm, rutting his fingers deep into you, his composure faltering.
When you’ve gone limp in his grasp, he pulls his fingers out of you carefully, kisses your cheek and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom and places you down on the bed gently, pulling the pillow to sit perfectly under your head. You pull him into your lips immediately, kissing him deeply, and he smiles into your lips. You tug at his shirt until he sits up and throws it onto the floor before coming back to hover over you, your skin on his making him strain against the confines of his jeans. As if you knew, you trail your hand down his chest and rub him. He’s so sensitive at this point, his head falls into the crook of your neck with a groan.
“I need you, Seung,” you purr, “need to feel you inside of me.”
And he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up from the bed to take off his jeans and boxers, shivering when his cock finally springs free. You’re watching him where you’re lying pretty on the pillows, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes roaming his body. He wants to eat you alive.
When he climbs over you now, his hands are harder, more demanding, yet still gentle as ever. He spreads you open for himself again, slowly, pushing your legs back against your sides, running a finger through the wetness and dipping it into you while he strokes himself. His eyes are glued to you; you’re still so wet, your clit all swollen, and if he wasn’t so desperate, he would lean down and make you cum all over his tongue. But he doesn’t have the self-control, not tonight, not when he’s so hard he thinks he might cry.
He lines himself up with your entrance slowly, eyes briefly flicking up to where you’re perched on the pillows, wordlessly asking for your permission. You nod at him, the love in your eyes mixing with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock into your heat.
He stills there, his breath audibly hitching in his throat, his head falling back as you flutter around him. But then he pushes in further and further, his cock pulsing with every inch that’s sheathed in your slick, hot heat and when he’s bottomed out, he groans, looking into your eyes and watching your eyelids flutter when he slowly pulls out and pushes himself in again.
“You take me so well, angel,” he murmurs out, repeating the slow motion. The sensation makes his toes curl. You whine and flutter around him.
“Like you were made for me.”
And he does it again, your cunt pulling tighter and wetter around him.
“You were made for me,” he repeats, continuing to fuck you so torturously slowly he can feel every ridge of your walls moulding around his cock. His mind clouding over with the pleasure that’s blooming in his abdomen.
“So perfect, and all for me.”
You whimper out underneath him, and he leans down to capture your lips in his before he starts rutting his hips into yours, hard. It’s not fast, but it’s deep, the way he bucks into you. You’re moaning wantonly underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kisses the perfect spot inside of you.
“All for you,” you whisper into his lips, and he loses it, hiking both your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he starts fucking into you desperately. You’ve taken over his senses and he can barely think straight with how you’re sucking him in, how you’re touching him like you still can’t get enough. You’re so fucking perfect.
“What did I do to deserve you,” Seungmin babbles out, hips snapping into you tirelessly, broken moans falling from his lips. He kisses you desperately, and he can feel himself barrelling towards a life-changing orgasm.
“Pretty baby, I need you to cum for me,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours. He thinks he can see his entire future in your eyes.
“Sweet baby, cum on my cock, fuck,” he’s so fucking close, “claim me, I’m fucking yours, oh fuck.”
Your nails dig into his back and your head cants back as you fall apart with a wail, your release forming a creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, and he tries to ride out your orgasm, but he doesn’t stand a chance, desperately fucking himself into you, letting you milk him as he spills into you with a broken whimper.
“I’m sorry, I’m not always good with words,” he whispers into your hair after he helped you clean up, and your bodies are tangled together under the sheets. You pull back to look at him in surprise, opening your mouth as if to say something, but he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.
“I mean it, I’m sorry I don’t tell you that I love you enough. I’m sorry I don’t hold your hand very often. I do love you, though. More than words can express.”
His eyes, that were glued to your intertwined hands during his monologue, finally lift, and he finds you smiling at him.
“I know, Seung,” you say gently, “I’ve never doubted it. Just because you love me in your own way doesn’t mean you don’t love me.”
He’s speechless for a second, tears pricking at his eyes as he looks at you, the smile on your face so peaceful, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. You looked like you meant it.
“How did you find me? Thank God you found me,” he mumbles hoarsely, before he pulls you closer and kisses you with everything he has.
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kinktober day twenty-six
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masturbation jisung x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, talk of eating pussy
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jisung handed you one of his airpods and you placed it in your ear and threw one of your legs over top of his. he adjusted the blankets so that he could rest his laptop between you and still see you, but it still covered the two of you up incase of any uninvited visitors.
jisung had texted you an hour ago saying that none of the boys were home and you should come over and let him blow your back out. just as the two of you were about to get down to business, four of the members arrived home and made themselves home in the living room, which shared a wall with jisung’s bedroom. 
you two were both too scared to get caught in the act and have been racking your brains for a solution to your guys’ problem for twenty minutes. 
“wanna watch porn together?” you suggested.
“we don’t watch the same stuff,” jisung responded.
“watching you get off will get me off. you can turn on literally whatever you want.”
“you want to masturbate together?”
and now the two of you were here, both of your guys’ legs spread and hands between them as porn video of your mutual choices played through the airpods. you leaned your head on jisung’s shoulder as your eyes wandered between jisung’s cock and the video.
you weren’t super interested in the video. you picked it out together but in all honesty the real treat was watching jisung jerk himself off. watching him know exactly how to touch himself to make him feel the best made you aroused beyond belief. 
he sent you a video of him masturbating once. you had asked once in conversation and later than week a video appeared in your text. you watched the way he teased himself with his thumb and he let his hips fuck up into his fist. you took note of his small quirks and implemented them the next time you pleasured him. afterwards he had asked you how you got so good at handjobs and you said you learned from the best.
you were doing the same thing now. watching how he focuses on his leaking slit. how he always holds in with the middle of his palm against the vein that ran up the underside and his fingers wrapped around and spread. you watched how he moved his wrist and how he tightened his grip at the base and loosened it towards the head.
your own fingers lazily rubbed your clit, gathering your own arousal with your digits to use as lube. very soft and quiet moans came from your mouths and jisung periodically placed kisses on the top of your head. 
“y/n,” he whispers. “i love you.”
“i love you too, ji.” you reach for his unoccupied hand and squeeze it softly. 
“you’re still okay with this, right?” he asks.
“mhm,” you reassure him, dipping your fingers into your hole again. 
jisung lets go of your hand and moves his fingers to his mouth. you watch as his coats his digits with his spit before his arm crosses over the screen and he takes over rubbing circles on your clit. you moan softly as your hips unconsciously move up to his touch. something about the way he touches you feels better than when you do yourself. 
you turn your attention back to the video playing in front of you. the guy has the girl pinned up against the wall of the shower and is eating her out from the back. the way the camera is angled allows for the stars to have complete anonymity, which makes it easy for you to picture you and jisung in this situation. 
jisung had eaten you out from the back once before. it wasn’t in the shower but during one of their concerts, he came off after doing a solo performance and met where you were watching from the wings. he quickly grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you back to his private dressing room and bent you over the vanity and pulled your panties to the side. 
“what are you thinking about?” jisung asks and you’re brought back to the present. 
“hm?”
“you’re thinking, i can hear the gears turning in your head.”
you nod your head towards the porn video playing in front of you both. “thinking about when you had me like that in your dressing room.”
“ah,” he nods and places another kiss to the top of your head. “i was thinking about you while performing my song. when i saw you in the wing all i could think about was eating your pretty cunt.”
you moan softly and turn your attention back to jisung’s cock. you realize that he’s stroking himself at the same pace he’s circling your clit, you try to match your two fingers to the same pace as well.
“you tasted so good that night. would’ve ate you out again and again if i didn’t have to go back on stage.”
you move your hips up to feel more of him and turn your head to face him, he does the same. you lock eyes with him, and although the lighting is dim, you can still make out the lustful look in his eyes.
“i realized, when i got back on stage, that i still had your cum on my face.” 
your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. the idea of him performing with your arousal on his face in front of thousands makes you dizzy.
“mhm.” jisung pressed his forehead to yours. “had me licking my lips like crazy. stays thought it was so hot and some fansites got some good pictures of it.”
you realize that jisung’s pace has sped up. you reach out your spare hand to grab the base of his cock and try to speed up your pace with the other.
“those pictures go viral every so often. and every time i see them, all i can think about is my tongue buried in your delicious pussy.” 
the video is long forgotten. jisung and his dirty words send you over the edge. you whisper a small ‘cumming’ before spilling onto your hand and the sheets. 
“that my girl. make a mess on our hands,” jisung coos, continuing to work your sensitive bud.
you look back to his aching cock and watch his hand work skillfully on it. you take your other hand, still slick with your release and rub it on the tip of his dick. he twitches and you can feel the vein on the underside pulse as he shoots his release into your other hand. you take your cum soaked hand to your lips and hold eye contact as you lick it clean.
“wow,” jisung sighs. “you’re amazing.”
“i didn’t even do anything, it was all you” you giggle.
“watching you cum gets me off better than any video,” he smiles.
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