#SVT Smut

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: newbf!mingyu, afab reader, first time having sex together, smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1714

a/n: not proofread and written within fifteen mins if there's continuity errors no there's not</3

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"you're such a coward."

"you haven't had sex yet? you!?"

"i can't believe you're pussywhipped but without the pussy."

these were only some of the many insults and quips mingyu's friends had thrown at him in the past month or so since he began dating you.

after grueling months of finding himself stuck in the friendzone (which, admittedly, he knew was simply a social construct created to– anyways), he finally grew the balls to ask you to go on a date with him. that date became two and three and four and very soon after it became an official relationship.

surprisingly to all those who knew mingyu, he was treating this relationship differently than his usual relationships. he believed this to be the real deal, which was something he was quite vocal about. sure, he was young, but he never would've broken up the friendship he had struck up with you at the beginning of the semester if he wasn't sure of how strongly he felt about you. and god, did he feel very strongly about you.

mingyu was unable to pinpoint exactly what it was about you that had driven (and continued to drive) him so crazy. and by this he meant that he could not pick one singular thing about you – there were just far too many things that made you the perfect girl.

so, yes. mingyu did not rush things as he usually did. he also did not treat this relationship casually in any way as he had previously done with former girlfriends. he saw a future with you, which terrified him – and by association, you terrified him.

that was really the crux of the issue.

his fear of scaring you away or fucking things up led him to feeling paranoid about his every move. was it too much when he sent you good morning messages every day? did it bother you how often he hugged you? did you feel put off by the fact that he had already told his family about you? and then the most worrisome of all ...

was he moving too fast or too slow when it came to your sex life together?

the two of you had shared a few kisses already, with some occasionally growing a bit too steamy for mingyu to consider innocent. however, mingyu always somehow managed to put a stop to it before it went too far, being far too scared of you feeling pressured by him. you never showed any displeasure or annoyance at him pulling away, so he assumed that he was doing the right thing in preventing things from going further.

unbeknownst to mingyu, you were going just as insane as he was, but for entirely different reasons. what he believed to be lack of annoyance or displeasure was actually you putting up a fake front as your boyfriend denied you yet again.

at first it didn't make you feel bad. you understood why he'd want to take things slow. this relationship was perfect in all regards thus far, so taking things slow only made sense. however, after the tenth time of mingyu physically pulling you off his lap and muttering something about his mom calling him, – despite no ringing nor vibrating from his phone – you were starting to feel quite insecure.

you knew mingyu to have had extensive sexual experience before meeting you, so you knew the issue didn't lie in his libido. it must've been a you issue.

did he not want you? was he rethinking the relationship? was it weird for him to transition from friends to more? you were out of answers and simply just frustrated.

unfortunately, a girl could only take so much, leading you to an ultimatum.

you had orchestrated a plan for tonight. if mingyu pushed you away once more, you'd finally confront him about it, and if not, you'd be happily fucked by him. either outcome would leave you satisfied.

~

"hey, how was schoo- hmph!"

okay, maybe you hadn't truly orchestrated any plan. your planning had begun and ended at the thought of simply jumping mingyu as soon as he opened the door, which was exactly what you did.

his arms wrapped around you, taking him a few moments but ultimately letting himself be consumed by your kiss. surprisingly, he even pressed you up against the door upon closing it after your entrance, large frame taking over your own.

you managed to make him zone out for a good five minutes before he eventually pulled away with a gasp, having barely realized where he had put his hands and what his hips were beginning to do against your own.

"fuck, wait, i- i'm sorry, i shouldnt have-"

"but why not?", you groaned at the interruption. okay, not your greatest moment.

"i, what? i don't want to pressure you. we don't have to-"

"but what if i want it? why would you think i feel pressured when- when i'm the one who keeps throwing herself at you?"

he blinked at you, dumbfounded, "i- you- you want to- to have sex? it's only been a month, i didn't want you to feel like you had to, you know, and it was just easier to pull away before i got too into it. fuck, i'm sorry."

you felt beyond embarrassed by how forward you'd been only to end up at rejection once more. but you felt even more embarrassed at the quick effect mingyu's consideration towards you had on you.

"no, god. you don't have to apologize. i should've asked, i should've-"

"no, baby, stop," he decreased the distance between you once again, "i should've asked you instead of pushing you away. did i make you feel like i didn't want you? fuck, that was the last thing i wanted. i want you. so embarrassingly bad. the guys keep calling me pussywhipped for how much i talk about you, uh, even how much i thirst after you," he finished his short speech with a more bashful tone.

"really?", you giggled, "pussywhipped?"

"baby, don't mock me right now," he groaned.

"no, i just mean ... how can you be pussywhipped if you haven't even had my pussy?", you leaned up and whispered against his lips.

"i- that's what jeonghan said, actually-"

"you wanna think about hannie right now?"

he shook his head dumbly, "no, no, keep talking."

"how about we stop talking and you go back to kissing me?"

he needed no further instruction, locking your lips once more, with even more passion than before. this time around his hands were not shy in their feeling up of your body, nor were his hips in their humping against yours.

things moved quite fast after your short-lived confessions, leading to mingyu carrying you over to the couch and sitting you down on the cushions, lips making their way down your body as his hands undressed you bit by bit.

"you want me pussywhipped, baby? just wait ...", he practically growled when you were finally down to your tank top and panties, licking you through the thin fabric before pushing it to the side and allowing his tongue to plunge in.

"g-gyu ... fuck, just like that ...", you sighed as your hands went down to his hair, pulling at it as he licked into you.

he kissed and licked and sucked until your eyes rolled back and your hips lost control of themselves, grinding into his face with apologetic whines of his name.

"no, baby, keep going. you can grind on my face, pretty. use me however you want," he mumbled as he kissed at your upper thighs, head burying itself back in hour cunt immediately after.

"tastes so fucking good, baby. prettiest fucking cunt ... can't believe i waited so long to have this tasty pussy," he groaned between licks.

mingyu was insatiable in the way he ate you out, moaning against you as if he were the receiver of the pleasure. his hands aided your hips in grinding against his face, creating a rhythm that followed his own. this was how he got you to your high embarrassingly quick, encouraging your cries of his name with his own groans of delight into your cunt.

it took you a few moments to catch your breath, feeling completely exhausted at the way in which mingyu had quite literally snatched your soul along with your orgasm. in the meantime, mingyu got up and undressed himself, leaving his boxers and your tank top as the only articles of clothing remaining. you took care of that issue yourself, throwing off your top as you stared up at him while he stood in front of you, cock almost at eye level with you.

making grabby hands at him, you dragged him down, allowing him to lay you down and hover over you on the couch, cock immediately humping against your cunt while his lips found a home on your tits.

his constant praise of your body and cunt was quite colorful, making you feel far too affected by his words and feeding into his compliments.

"you're the prettiest thing. do you even know how badly i've wanted you? it was so hard holding back every time you'd kiss me," he pouted whilst repositioning himself, pushing his boxers down his legs, "always wanted to just lose myself in you and never come back."

"baby, can i?", he asked once his cock was free and lining up against your swollen cunt. a simple nod was all it took for him to finally push his way inside, groaning into your neck at the feeling.

the intrusion felt delicious, making you throw your head back in utmost pleasure and cry his name in a way that had him mumbling something about how you must've wanted him to cum immediately.

finding your g spot almost immediately, mingyu took full advantage, gripping your thighs tightly in order to ensure hitting that spot until he had you dragging your nails down his back.

"are you almost there, baby? fuck, need you to cum with me, angel, okay?", he murmured into your ear, speed of his hips losing all finesse.

"i'm there, g-gyu. just ... my clit? please?", you pleaded.

mingyu made the grave mistake of listening to your pleas, hand coming down to rub at your clit without realizing the tightness of your cunt would only destroy him even further. but despite that, mingyu persisted in his task to make you cum, bringing you to your high just moments before claiming his own.

he settled against you on the couch once you were finished, pecking your lips softly before nuzzling against you.

"are you pussywhipped yet?", you asked as you turned to cuddle into his chest.

"oh, baby, so damn pussywhipped its embarrassing."

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[smileysuh]

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🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. “Just need to get your eyes right for your character,” he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. “Such pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, use of dragon knotted dildo toy, use of vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, blow job, dirty talk, slight power play/humiliation, clit sucking, overstimulation, pussy stretching, reader rides the toy then Wonwoo uses the toy to make her cum again, talking reader through it, mutual masturbation, Wonwoo strokes himself off to the reader using her toys, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) puppy

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, gamer!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is on the shorter side, it’s pwp, but I’ve been reading shorter things lately, and I’ve been insanely busy, so I figured a short and sweet fic couldn’t hurt after last month's near 20k meanie fic :)

“I guess I didn’t really have the energy to take care of you last night,” Wonwoo admits, leaning forward to press his lips to the spot above your navel.

You let go of his hand in favour of threading your fingers through his curls, his hair teasing your sensitive skin as he presses kisses up toward your rib cage. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you closer.

Wonwoo reaches your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at the underside of your boob, eyes gazing up at you.

“How about a compromise?” he suggests, breath hot on your sensitive skin.

“A compromise?” Your words come out shaky as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

He hums against the sensitive bud, one hand lifting to massage your ass. Then, he pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with a grin. “I just wanna finish your character first.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head at Wonwoo. You step away from him, but he grabs at your hand. “Kiss,” he instructs, and you begrudgingly lean down to press a chaste peck to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your skull to keep your mouth on his for a few moments longer, then he releases you. 

“Should only take five or ten minutes,” he tells you. “And I need you here to model.” 

“One second,” you groan, heading to your closet.

If he doesn’t want to fuck you right away, if he wants to prioritize his video game, that’s just fine. You can start without him.

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[loupetlapinn]

𝟐:𝟑𝟕 𝐚𝐦

t/w: intox, dubcon, noncon, coercion, forced breeding if you squint kinda maybe idk, unprotected sex. a/n: MDNI. basically a continuation of my drunk post lmao. this is Also unbetad. also i may be delirious. felt cute might delete later. synopsis: just a . . . casual drink with cheol pt 2. w/c: don't ask. feel free to block me.

His breath on your neck has you squirming in place, the humidity spreading over the expanse of exposed skin.

“It’s like this is what you wanted all along,” his condescending voice echoing in your ear. 

Your reply nothing but a whimper as his fingers slip over slick folds, teasing.

“You poor thing.”

Every syllable sliding off his tongue seeps their way into your ears, numbing your senses further. You offer a small whimper in your current state but it does nothing but encourage his attentions. Firm hands soothing over bare skin, tracing over curves and slopes as your chest rises and falls.

“That's it, baby,” he purrs, bulbous head of his cock teasing your quivering entrance. “Taking me so nicely.”

Your breath stuttering, eyes rolling back as your clumsy limbs arrange themselves. Desperately grasping at the closest pillows, knuckles blanching with the stretch of every inch sinking into your barely prepped heat. 

“So fucking wet,” he muses, the pad of his thumb circling your hypersensitive clit as you jump at the sensation. “I’ve barely touched you . . . That’s all it takes? A few drinks and you’re drenched and spreading your legs so easily for me?”

“Cheol . . .” mumbled words and muffled noises follow, slurred “mphm’s” and short little gasps following as your eyes roll back. Repeating his name until you’re able to do so with a hint of coherence rather than a jumble of noises strewn together. “Cheol . . . I-I’m not—” you hiccup your words, trying to keep your train of thought. Which was practically impossible from the warmth of alcohol thrumming through your veins and the incessant throb of Seungcheol’s cock as he bullies his way further inside of your fluttering cunt.

“Not what?” he coos. If you had any presence of mind, you might’ve noticed the condescending tone that laces his every word. The smug grin that pulls lazily at the corners of plush lips, dark gaze hooded and hungry as he takes in every minuscule reaction you have to offer through your thick haze. “Big girl words, c’mon.”

He can’t help but snicker as your mouth opens but nothing intelligible follows.

“You know how long I’ve been thinking of this?” he grunts with a rough snap of his hips slapping against the flushed skin of your thighs, earning himself yet another pitched mewl from your lips. “This pretty little cunt wrapped around me— Fuck. Gonna cry for me this time, mhm? Or will I have to try a little harder?”

“Seungcheol ‘m not . . .” you fist at his shirt, eyes screwed shut as you can’t handle the way the room spins as you squirm beneath his broad frame, “. . . n-not— can’t . . .please, Cheol, please.”

“Not what, baby, mhm? Can’t what?” he mocks, eyes transfixed on the swell of your breasts as they jostle with every move, “It seems like you can. Look at you, greedy, taking my cock like this.”

“H-hurts, Cheol, it hurts.” Your hand haphazardly slapping around to find his hips, trying to push at him. If anything, it only encourages his ruthless pace.

“Hurts?” A thick brow arches, a firm hand snatching your jaw as he peers through dark lashes, scrutinizing you. “You want it to hurt?”

Glassy eyes that peer back at him only make his dick twitch in your vice like grip. Watching as you attempt to shake your head as his grasp is nearly bruising, squishing your cheeks to pout your moistened and bruised lips. Lips he can’t help but smash his own against, ignoring your noises of disapproval as his tongue intrudes past the seam of those lips of yours. His hips as relentless as his mouth as he drills you into the bed. A considerably violent slam eliciting a rather loud cry from you that he hungrily swallows down between your sloppy lip lock.

He only pulls away to mouth his way along your jawline, dipping lower and lower with every lave of his tongue and graze of his teeth. A hand coming palm over your breasts, squeezing, guiding a pert mound into his mouth to suction lewdly around it. The filthy noise almost rivals the debauched squelch of where your bodies fused together.

Your body felt like a live wire. Everything was happening too quickly all at once. Even you couldn’t believe the noises that only continued to fall from your lips.

“Fuck . . .” A finger of his once again snakes down between the both of you, finding your sensitive clit, “Want you to cum on my cock, I know you can.”

The noises you make as he pushes you closer to climax only drags him along with you. Your writhing beneath him pouring fuel on the fire. “Don’t fight it, baby. You’re squeezing so tight, I know you want it.”

“Cheol— Cheol, please!”

He’s enraptured with the way your body trembles and quakes beneath him as your orgasm crashes over you. Choking out a few grunts at the way you seize around him so drastically.

“Fuck, you’re fucking soaked,” he hisses, fucking you through your release without remorse. “Gonna make a mess of this cunt.”

It was almost as if he plows forward with renewed energy, determined to follow through on his word.

“W-wait . . . Wait, Cheol, pull out. I’m not on birth control. Please.” There they were, those pretty tears, Seungcheol knew you had it in you. Crystalline as they begin to trickle down blotchy cheeks. “Pull out! Cheol, please, I can’t . . . I can’t!”

“You can,” he insists, “but, you are.” Between your tears, your pleas and the cry of his name as it sounds from your mouth. There isn’t an inkling of a chance Seungcheol was pulling out, definitely not now. “I’ll show you.”

His release spills past your entrance with the sheer amount that floods your abused walls, quivering weakly around him as he catches his breath above you. Rocking his hips gingerly into as he gives himself time to come down, feeling him gradually soften before he’s slowly dragging his length from your core.

“See,” his fingers root in your hair, guiding your face to look downwards. Your eyes following his blearily as his cum leaks from your puffy cunt.

“You can after all.”

#cheol #tw: intoxication #tw: dubcon #tw: coercion #tw: noncon #tw: forced breeding #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #svt hard hours #svt hard thoughts #svt smut #seventeen smut #dark!svt

[hoshiwhore]

svt (bias line) - anal sex

pairing: svt x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: uhhh, anal sex?

✓ wonwoo - the type to be really into it, but also be super shy to bring it up.

wonwoo's an ass guy through and through (you cannot convince me otherwise) so it's not at all surprising that he has a thing for anal and has always wanted to try it.

what is surprising, however, is how the shy, stuttering and blushing mess from a few days- scratch that, a few moments ago is now nowhere to be seen.

not with the way he has a vibrator shoved up your pussy as he takes your ass for hours at a stretch.

he will begin with a painstakingly slow pace but with the visual of your ass jiggling, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt and the tightness of your unused hole sucking all of him in, he is bound to lose control and start pounding into your ass with every last fibre of his being.

also, anal with wonwoo probably happens quite often so say goodbye to both sitting and walking for...

days? weeks? who knows?

✓ seungcheol - the type to be into it to assert dominance.

seungcheol undoubtedly fucks your ass every single time you try to tease him or get him jealous.

think of it as his way to remind you who really calls the shots in your relationship.

although you both know it's actually 'you' because he wouldn't even so much as mention anal sex ever again if you weren't okay with it.

he may be a dom (hard!dom!!!) but he's also a gentleman who's madly in love with you so your comfort comes before anything else.

speaking of him being a hard!dom, he'd want to be in total control from the very first second he enters you, railing into you as he tugs your hair.

however, he would lose his sanity less than a minute after he enters you because of how you clench and unclench around him. his thrusts would get erratic and he'd be on the edge of his high, releasing his cum inside you soon after.

to put it simply, your tight fucking hole will be the death of him, yep.

✓ mingyu - the type to do it when he is stressed.

mingyu is the purest, loveliest, kindest, most caring boyfriend ever, always treating you like you're fragile, calling you his princess and what not :(

always, except when he is troubled at work because then, things turn a total 180°. atleast in bed, they do.

it was your idea to try anal and when you had mentioned it, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. he immediately shut you down, reasoning that you didn't have to do that for him and that he didn't want to end up unintentionally hurting you.

but you, of course, had managed to reassure him that you'd be fine and that you would be able to take him well (you basically dirty talked your way) and he agreed; after assigning you a safe word, that is.

and that leads you to where you'll generally find yourself when he's had a troubled day.

after a long, tiring and very difficult day at work, he makes sure to take it out on you and the normal gentleness and care is long gone. you're bent over the bathroom counter, stretched on his fat cock as he pounds into you from behind.

he holds onto your hips with a grip tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand remains tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at your ruined, fucked out self in the mirror.

tears stream down your face as you maintain eye contact through the glass and he groans as your stretched hole flutters around him.

in conclusion? although you need to be prepped A LOT, you take him well; you take him just as well as you told him you would.

✓ soonyoung - the type to do it because it is exciting.

soonyoung loves anal because of how it is considered a tabboo; the very thought of you letting him do something so 'sinful' (you don't know where he heard that) to you excites him way more than it should.

he makes sure he fucks your ass every chance he gets; that he has stretched you open in every single room of your apartment at least once.

loves, loves, LOVES it when you let him hit it raw and loves seeing his cum ooze out of your tiny hole after he's used it to his heart's content. he then, 4 out of 5 times, proceeds to eat your ass until you're shaking and crying underneath him because-

a. he is filthy like that and

b. your boy also has a dacryphilia kink (source: trust me bro)

can definitely see him dirty talking and degrading you so so so much because this is soonyoung we're talking about.

cue "you're always willing to spread your legs for me, yeah?"

all in all, as much as he loves all three (3) of your holes, your ass is his absolute favorite.

✓ seokmin - the type to do it for the physical and emotional closeness.

even when he approaches you with the question, he is so gentle, so caring, so respectful. he rubs his thumb on your cheeks and places a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that it is okay to say no, that you don't need to do anything you dislike.

you, of course, smile and nod as you agree to it and that has seokmin on cloud nine. he whispers 'thank yous' and 'i love yous', gently pecking you all over your face :(

he'd be so soft and so considerate, moaning into your ears about how you, his beautiful girl, were doing so good for him. he'd gently rub your clit and place kisses on your neck, occasionally taking your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them

since it's all about intimacy to him, about how much you love and trust him, he makes sure you're comfortable and feeling loved and beautiful every second of the way.

"it's just as much about you feeling good as it is about me, love." ;(

basically, as usual, it would be him being the bestest boy ever.

✓ jeonghan - the type to do it only to punish you.

while seokmin is all about being soft, jeonghan on the other hand? not so much. he's very dominant and assertive in every aspect and that includes punishments.

he'd surely spank your ass and leave bright red imprints as he comes inside your hole. he'd then replace his cock with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while you arch your back, sobbing at the overstimulation.

once he's done shoving all of his cum back inside, he'd insert a vibrating butt plug and have you keep it inside you until he says so.

HE'D ALSO BE HUGE ON AFTERCARE THO- kissing your eyelids and constanstly apologising for being too rough, while you'd simply lay spent in his arms with a loving smile on your face.

✓ seungkwan - the type to do it out of curiousity

i feel like, initially, he wouldn't really like the idea of sticking his dick inside your ass because he wouldn't want to hurt you. besides, there was no way it would feel good for you? right?

but that was until you decided to confront him about it, confessing that anal was one of your biggest fantasies.

he had neither agreed nor disagreed with it but when you were met with nothing but pin drop silence, you assumed it to be the latter and decided to stop thinking about it

loverboy seungkwan on the other hand couldn't really stop replaying the scenes from the movie he'd initially skipped, only this time, he watched it many a times, imagining the two of you doing the same.

safe to say, it had his dick straining against his pants in no time.

so the next time he sees you, he's a stuttering mess, tips of his ears tinted red. for an entire hour, you plead him to tell you what he's thinking about.

and aren't you pleasantly surprised when he's the one suggesting it this time ;) you tease him a little by not replying- oh how the tables have turned- but then when he begins apologising profusely, you kiss him mid-sentence.

one thing leads to another and you're now sat on his lap with his dick buried deep in your ass. you rub your clit in circles as seungkwan slowly thrusts into you from below, sucking your tits like a baby.

with your foreheads pressed against each other and soft moans and groans filling the air, you shed a few tears that he oh so gently- wipes away with his thumb.

#svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #hoshi smut #wonwoo smut #mingyu smut #seokmin smut #jeonghan smut #seungkwan smut #seungcheol smut #wonwoo x reader #hoshi x reader #jeonghan x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungkwan x reader #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung smut

[imloyaltoscoups]

doubts about confessing | kim mingyu ft. wonwoo | MDNI + 18

warnings: smut, fem!reader, making out, threesome, double pent, a lil bit of degradation, pet names, praise, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving), porn with plot? i need cleansing after this not good with tags sorry, again mdni!

P.S This is NOT the part 2 of truth and dare. my brain went 360 and a new story has been born.

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As you and Mingyu chill in your bedroom, the air is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Mingyu's gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting warmth and affection. Slowly, he inches closer, his movements deliberate yet gentle.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice soft like a gentle breeze. "I want to kiss you."

Your heart skips a beat as anticipation fills the room. Mingyu's lips draw nearer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. In that moment, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate space.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses, his breath mingling with yours. "I hope you don't mind."

With a tender smile, you lean in, closing the gap between you. As Mingyu leans for the kiss, you gently place a hand on his chest, stopping him before his lips meet yours. A slight nervousness tugs at your heart as you confess softly, "I... I have to admit, Mingyu, I'm not a very good kisser."

Mingyu's eyes meet yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile, his gaze filled with understanding. "Hey, it's okay," he says, his voice comforting. "We can take it slow. Just follow the flow, and you'll be fine."

Despite your apprehension, his words ease your nerves. With a shy smile, you nod, feeling a sense of trust in Mingyu's guidance. As he leans in once again, you let yourself relax, allowing the moment to unfold naturally. With Mingyu's gentle encouragement, you close your eyes and meet his lips, letting go of your worries and simply enjoying the sweetness of the kiss.

As his tongue gently brushes against your lips, seeking entrance, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. You part your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and you follow his lead as his tongue takes dominance, exploring the intimate space between your mouths. You tried to reciprocate but found yourself unable to match his intensity. With a mix of frustration and disappointment,

With a gentle push, you break away, catching your breath as you look into his eyes. "Mingyu," you say, a hint of frustration in your voice, "That's not fair. You're way too good at this."

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sorry," he says, his tone teasing, "I couldn't help myself. But hey, practice makes perfect, right?"

"Don't you worry," he says with a playful grin, "I'll teach you slowly, so you can keep up."

His words ease your nerves, and you find yourself smiling back at him, grateful for his patience and encouragement. "Okay," you reply, determination shining in your eyes, "I'm ready to learn."

And as he leans in once again, you welcome his guidance, eager to improve and deepen the connection between you. Your lips clash again feeling a surge of determination, you seize the opportunity to take the lead. With a mischievous grin, you gently nip at Mingyu's lower lip, feeling the softness yield under your teeth. Mingyu's lips curve into a playful smile against yours, and you can sense the amusement in his voice as he speaks.

"You're really eager to learn," he says, his tone tinged with a hint of cunning.

His teasing tone only fueled your determination as you took his comment as a challenge. With a newfound sense of confidence, you slid your tongue into his mouth, matching his earlier intensity with a hint of your own.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace, time seems to slip away, hours melting into moments as you and Mingyu lose yourselves in each other's passion. Your lips meet again and again, each kiss igniting a fire that burns brighter with every touch.

As you pull away for a brief moment, you realize that your mouth is filled with Mingyu's saliva, a testament to the intensity of your connection. Yet, instead of feeling repulsed, you find yourself craving more, your desire for him growing with each passing second.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing. "I can't get enough of you."

A rush of heat floods your cheeks at his words, but you can't help but feel a surge of confidence and arousal at his blatant admiration. With a coy smile, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, "Then don't stop."

With a shared understanding, you both lean in once again, hungry for more of each other's touch, more of each other's taste. In this intimate embrace, time stands still, and all that exists is the electric connection between you and him.

As Mingyu's lips leave yours, a trail of soft kisses begins to descend down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. His gentle sucking leaves behind a trail of fiery marks, his passion evident in each lingering hickey.

A low moan escapes your lips, his name falling from them like a whispered prayer. Mingyu's movements slow, his breath hot against your skin as he pauses to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire.

"You like that?" he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

You nod, unable to form words as waves of pleasure wash over you. Mingyu's touch ignites a fire deep within you, his every caress driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"More," you plead, your voice a soft whisper, craving his touch like a drug.

With a wicked grin, he leans in once again, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss, promising to fulfill your every desire as the night stretches on in a symphony of passion and longing.

As the heat of the moment intensifies, your hands eagerly roam beneath Mingyu's shirt, tracing the contours of his body with a hunger that matches your own. But just as things begin to escalate, a sudden knock at the door startles both of you, causing you to jump apart, hearts racing with adrenaline, you exchanged a quick glance before rushing to answer the door.

As you swung the door open, your eyes widened in surprise to see Wonwoo standing on the other side. His expression was a mix of amusement and curiosity as he took in the disheveled appearance of you and Mingyu.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Wonwoo said with a chuckle, "but I was wondering if you guys wanted to join us for dinner tonight?"

You exchanged a sheepish glance with Mingyu, realizing how caught up you had been in the moment. With a nervous laugh, you apologized to Wonwoo for the delay, explaining that you had lost track of time.

Wonwoo's smile widened as he teased, "Looks like you two were having quite the evening." He winked playfully before adding, "But no worries, take your time to freshen up. We'll wait for you downstairs."

As Wonwoo turns to head downstairs, Mingyu's hand shoots out, gently but firmly stopping him in his tracks. With a mischievous grin, Mingyu gestures for Wonwoo to come back inside, leaving you momentarily shocked by his unexpected move.

"Wonwoo," Mingyu says, his tone playful yet determined, "why don't you join us for a bit? We were just about to start something, weren't we?"

You shoot Mingyu a surprised glance, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with uncertainty at the prospect of including Wonwoo in your plans. But Mingyu's confident demeanor and inviting smile reassure you, and you find yourself nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, come on in, Won," you say, trying to mask your surprise with a casual tone. "The more, the merrier, right?"

With a chuckle, Wonwoo follows Mingyu back into the room, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events.

Wonwoo's curious gaze flickers between you and Mingyu, his brow furrowing slightly as he picks up on the subtle signs of breathlessness and flushed cheeks.

"So, what's been going on?" Wonwoo asks, his tone laced with playful curiosity. "You two look like you've been up to something."

Your frustration bubbles to the surface, caught off guard by Wonwoo's direct question. You stumble over your words, searching for an explanation that won't reveal too much.

"We... uh, we were just... exercising," you stammer, your cheeks flushing even deeper as you realize how unconvincing the excuse sounds.

Mingyu, however, can't contain his amusement, his grin widening to reveal his fangs as he tries to suppress his laughter.

"Exercising, huh?" Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, whatever you two were doing, it looks like you got quite the workout."

You shoot Mingyu a playful glare, silently pleading for him to help smooth over the awkwardness of the situation. But Mingyu just chuckles, thoroughly enjoying your discomfort as he leans back, his grin widening even further.

Feeling frustrated and flustered by the situation, you lie back on your bed, trying to gather your thoughts as you process the playful teasing from Wonwoo. To your surprise, Wonwoo sits down beside you, his smirk indicating that he's up to something.

You shoot a questioning glance at Mingyu, who returns your look with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the unfolding dynamic between the three of you.

As Wonwoo's hand casually grazes your thigh, you tense up, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Sensing your discomfort, you start to sit up, shooting another glance at Mingyu for some kind of explanation.

But instead of intervening, Mingyu's smile only widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he watches the interaction between you and Wonwoo.

Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, you try to navigate the situation, unsure of where this unexpected turn of events will lead. As Wonwoo's teasing continues, you can't help but wonder what Mingyu's endgame might be, and whether this playful banter will lead to something more.

As Wonwoo tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you back from your thoughts, you blink, momentarily startled by the sudden jolt back to reality. Your cheeks flush as you realize that you were lost in a rather lewd fantasy involving the three of you.

Caught off guard by Mingyu's question, you swallow nervously, unsure whether to share your thoughts. But the darkening lust in his eyes encourages you to speak up.

"I... uh, I was just... imagining..." you trail off, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter under Mingyu's intense gaze.

Mingyu's grin widens as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Go on, don't be shy. We're all friends here."

Before you can respond, Wonwoo chimes in, his tone mocking yet playful. "Let me guess, you were picturing us doing some pretty naughty things, weren't you?"

Your cheeks flame with embarrassment as Wonwoo's words hit a little too close to home. But before you can protest, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to tease.

"You're such a slutty little thing, aren't you?" Wonwoo murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Imagining all sorts of dirty fantasies with the three of us."

You squirm under Wonwoo's teasing, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at being called out so bluntly. But as Mingyu moves closer, his eyes smoldering with desire, you find yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of their combined allure, eager to explore the depths of passion with both of them by your side.

Feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, you muster up the courage to admit to your lewd thoughts, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Okay, fine," you concede, unable to meet their eyes directly. "I was... imagining some pretty naughty stuff with both of you."

As your confession hangs in the air, you sense their excitement, their grins widening with anticipation. Before you can dwell on your embarrassment any longer, you lean in and press your lips to Wonwoo's, seeking solace in the familiar intimacy.

Mingyu's laughter rings out as you kiss Wonwoo, his teasing voice cutting through the moment. "There you go! Put what you learned into practice!"

Wonwoo chuckles against your lips, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice soft with affection. "Just go with the flow."

With Mingyu's encouragement echoing in your ears, you deepen the kiss, letting go of your inhibitions as you lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As Wonwoo's passion intensified, he eagerly bit your lips, igniting a surge of desire that coursed through your body. With a gasp of pleasure, you parted your lips, granting him access to your mouth as you surrendered to the fiery embrace of the moment.

His teeth grazing your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation electrifying as you lost yourself in the heady rush of desire. Mingyu's laughter in the background faded into the background as you became consumed by the intensity of the kiss, your senses overwhelmed by the raw passion that pulsed between you and Wonwoo.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating dance of lips and teeth, tongues and breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. With each bite and each caress, you felt yourself falling deeper into the abyss of pleasure, lost in the irresistible pull of lust and longing.

As the world spun around you in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the rapture of the moment, knowing that you were being swept away on a tidal wave of passion that would carry you to the heights of ecstasy.

As Wonwoo pulled away, leaving you momentarily breathless and wanting, Mingyu wasted no time in stepping forward to take his place. With a hungry intensity, he captured your lips in a kiss that was both wet and rough, his desire evident in every movement.

The contrast between Wonwoo's passion and Mingyu's fervor left you reeling, your senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. Mingyu's kiss was demanding, his lips moving with a primal urgency that set your heart racing.

"Mingyu," you gasp between kisses, your voice barely a whisper amidst the passion. "So... intense."

He only responds with a low growl, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he deepens the kiss, his hunger matching yours with every touch.

As Mingyu's passion-filled kisses consume you, you feel a tug at your pajamas, and suddenly, Wonwoo's hands are deftly removing them, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch.

"Wait, Woo," you manage to murmur between heated kisses with Mingyu, your voice barely audible amidst the fervor.

But Wonwoo doesn't respond with words. Instead, he trails soft kisses along your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he explores every inch of your exposed flesh.

"Mmm," Mingyu murmurs against your lips, his tongue still entwined with yours. "Don't worry, just let go."

You can only gasp in response, the overwhelming sensations rendering you speechless as Mingyu's kisses grow more fervent and Wonwoo's touch becomes more demanding.

Lost in a haze of desire, you surrender yourself to the passion that consumes you,

Amidst the whirlwind of desire and passion, Wonwoo's question cuts through the haze, his voice dripping with mock teasing.

"You want this, don't you?" he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along your legs, inching higher and higher until they reach your thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, unable to form coherent words amidst the intoxicating sensations that engulf you.

Meanwhile, Mingyu pulls you away from his kiss, his hands moving with purpose as he removes your shirt, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

"You're such a slut for us," Mingyu adds, his voice laced with desire as he admires your figure, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

Left with only your underwear, you feel exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused as the two boys continue to admire you, their hungry gazes stoking the fire of desire that burns between you.

Feeling a mix of frustration and arousal, you pout, unable to suppress the question that's been nagging at the back of your mind.

"Why am I the only one undressed?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of playful protest.

The two boys exchange amused glances, their grins widening as they seem to find your pouting adorable. But instead of offering an explanation, they simply laugh, their amusement only fueling your curiosity further.

With mischievous grins, they lean in closer, their eyes twinkling with mischief as they make a bold request.

"Alright then, if you're feeling left out," Mingyu says, his voice laced with excitement. "Why don't you use your mouth to remove our shirts?"

Feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the playful challenge they presented. With a coy smile, you accepted their invitation, allowing yourself to be swept up in the intoxicating thrill of the moment.

With slow, deliberate movements, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against Mingyu's chest, trailing kisses along his skin as you worked to remove his shirt with your teeth. The sensation of his warm flesh against your lips sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the excitement of the moment.

Once Mingyu's shirt was removed, you turned your attention to Wonwoo, repeating the process with eager enthusiasm. His laughter filled the room as you teased and tantalized him with your lips, each kiss bringing you closer to the goal of removing his shirt.

As the fabric finally gave way and his shirt fell away, you looked up to see the satisfaction and desire reflected in their eyes. You looked at there eyes as you ask what's next, eager anticipation coursing through your veins, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance filled with unspoken desire, their eyes smoldering with lust.

"We have plenty of ideas," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

Mingyu then pats his sweatpants with a knowing smirk, drawing your gaze downwards. With a mixture of amusement and arousal, you follow his gesture and your eyes widen as you notice the unmistakable erection straining against the fabric.

You can't help but chuckle at the sight, feeling a rush of excitement as you realize just how much they desire you.

"Looks like you're both pretty excited," you tease, your voice laced with playful anticipation. Feeling the intensity of the moment reaching new heights, you made a bold decision to remove your underwear, leaving yourself completely naked before Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Mingyu's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea," he says, his tone suggestive.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lower yourself to eye level with Mingyu's bulge. His words echo in your mind as you realize the intimacy of the task at hand.

"It's like kissing," Mingyu says, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

With trembling hands, you reach out, your fingertips brushing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Your pulse quickens as you slowly remove his pants, revealing the tantalizing outline of his arousal beneath.

Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as you remove his pants and underwear, his desire laid bare before you. With a mixture of anticipation and excitement, you position yourself before him, ready to fulfill his demand.

Mingyu positions himself in front of your lips, his gaze locked with yours, silently urging you to take the next step. With a deep breath, you lean forward, your lips parting as you press a tentative kiss against his tip.

The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you as Mingyu gasps softly, his fingers tangling in your hair. Encouraged by his reaction, you continue to explore, your lips tracing along his length with growing confidence.

As Mingyu's demand sends a thrill coursing through you, you comply eagerly, adjusting your position to accommodate his request. With a slow, deliberate motion, you tentatively extend your tongue, tracing along his length as you continue to suck him.

Mingyu's breath hitches at the sensation, his hands gripping the sheets tighter as pleasure courses through him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Use your tongue, princess."

Feeling a rush of arousal flood through you at his words, you comply, swirling your tongue around him, exploring every inch of his throbbing arousal with a hunger that matches his own.

As you focus on Mingyu, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your shared passion, you're suddenly aware of Wonwoo's presence. Turning your head slightly, you see him kneeling beside you, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he explores your folds with a gentle, yet insistent touch.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, pleasure radiating through you as Mingyu's arousal pulses against your tongue.

As Mingyu hisses that he's close, his hips move with urgency, driving his cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel his arousal throbbing against your tongue, the heat of his desire pulsing through every inch of you.

"Swallow it all, angel," Mingyu demands, his voice strained with pleasure as he thrusts into your mouth. "I want you to taste me."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Mingyu's movements become more forceful, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment, you continue to obey, determined to fulfill his every desire.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo's tongue slips inside you, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"God, you're so wet," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Just giving head and you're dripping like this."

The combination of Mingyu's thrusts and Wonwoo's teasing pushes you closer to the edge, pleasure and desire mingling into a heady mix that leaves you trembling with need.

As Mingyu delivers one final thrust, his release floods your mouth with his warm, salty essence. You swallow every drop eagerly, not wanting to waste a single taste of his intoxicating pleasure.

Mingyu's praise washes over you, his words fueling the fire of desire that burns within you. "Good slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a good girl for me." his voice filled with satisfaction as he pulls his cock from your mouth, leaving you feeling simultaneously empty and fulfilled.

But before you can dwell on the sensation, a sudden wave of pleasure crashes over you, your orgasm hitting with a force that steals your breath away. You cling to Mingyu's thigh for support, your body trembling with ecstasy as Wonwoo's fingers and tongue continue to drive you towards new heights of pleasure.

As you catch your breath, Mingyu's strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through you. The warmth of his body beneath you sent a shiver of excitement down your spine, your senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment.

"Are you ready to take my cock?" Mingyu asks, his voice husky with desire as he waits for your response.

Your heart races at his words, and you nod eagerly, a sense of anticipation building within you as you prepare yourself for what's to come.

Meanwhile, you watch as Wonwoo licks his fingers clean of your essence, his other hand busy undoing his pants. His gaze is filled with hunger as he watches the exchange between you and Mingyu, his desire mirroring your own.

With a wicked grin, Wonwoo adds his own dirty dialogue to the mix, his voice dripping with lust as he speaks.

"Can't wait to see you take all of him," Wonwoo murmurs, his words sending a jolt of excitement through you. "And I'll be right here to make sure you're properly taken care of."

Feeling Mingyu's dominant presence looming over you, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. His hand rests firmly on your waist as he instructs you to guide his cock into your waiting heat.

"Put it inside yourself," he commands, his voice dripping with authority as he watches you with a hungry gaze.

You meet his gaze with determination, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you at his dominant tone. With trembling hands, you position his cock at your entrance, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against your sensitive flesh.

As you struggle to accommodate his size, Mingyu's hand hovers over your head, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. With each slow, deliberate movement, you feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort washing over you.

But Mingyu's gaze never wavers, his dominance fueling your own desire as you continue to lower yourself onto him, inch by agonizing inch.

A low moan escapes your lips as he enters you, your walls clenching around him instinctively. You can feel his cock twitch inside you at the sensation, a silent testament to his own arousal.

"Mmm, that's it," Mingyu murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he savors the feeling of being buried deep within you. "Take all of me, princess."

With each inch that disappears inside you, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

Feeling Mingyu's increasing roughness, you instinctively seek solace in his lips, hunger driving you to press your mouth hungrily against his. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches your own, the heat of his desire igniting a fire within you.

Mingyu responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with yours in a wild dance of passion and need. Each kiss is a desperate plea for more, a silent declaration of the overwhelming desire that consumes you both.

As you turn around, you're met with the sight of Wonwoo, his finger slick with saliva as he prepares to enter you. A surge of anticipation courses through you as you realize what's about to happen, your body quivering with excitement.

"Ready for more, angel?" Wonwoo asks, his voice husky with desire as he gazes at you with hungry eyes.

You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as you brace yourself for the sensation of his finger sliding inside you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to push past the tight ring of muscle, each inch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You moan with pleasure, the sensation of being filled from both ends driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Wonwoo prepares you, his desire evident in the way his eyes darken with lust.

With each thrust of Wonwoo's finger, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

As Wonwoo removes his fingers from your ass, you feel a sense of emptiness that's quickly replaced by anticipation as he positions himself behind you. You watch with baited breath as he spits into his hand, using the slickness as makeshift lubrication for his cock.

Mingyu's words of encouragement and praise only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment, his voice thick with desire as he watches you eagerly take both him and Wonwoo.

"You're so dirty, princess," Mingyu murmurs, his tone filled with admiration and desire. "Taking two cocks at once like the little slut you are."

His words send a thrill of excitement through you, fueling your desire as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of being filled by both Mingyu and Wonwoo.

With a sharp intake of breath, you feel Wonwoo's cock pressing against your entrance, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. As he begins to push inside, you moan with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, your body eagerly welcoming him.

The feeling of being stretched and filled from both ends is overwhelming, driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust. Mingyu's relentless pace only adds to the intensity, his desire evident in the way he moves against you.

As Wonwoo's hand connects with your ass in a sharp slap, a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through you, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You can't help but cry out, the sting of his touch only adding to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment.

"You're such a whore for us," Wonwoo growls, his voice filled with possessive desire as he asserts his dominance over you.

The words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, driving you to new heights of pleasure as you eagerly surrender yourself to their desires.

"Yes," you gasp, your voice filled with need as you eagerly respond to Wonwoo's declaration. "I'm your whore."

Mingyu's thrusts become more urgent, more insistent, as he moves against you with a hunger that matches your own. Mingyu moves closer, his lips finding your breast as he sucks and nibbles, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"Yes," you moan, your voice filled with desire as you give yourself over completely to the pleasure of being taken by both Mingyu and Wonwoo. "More, please."

As Mingyu and Wonwoo approach the edge, their desire reaches a fever pitch, their movements growing more urgent and desperate with each passing moment.

"We're gonna cum inside you, angel," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with lust as he presses himself deeper into you.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his own arousal evident in the way his breath hitches with each thrust. "You want us to fill you up, don't you?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You can only nod eagerly, your own need driving you to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "Fill me up with your cum."

The words hang in the air, a silent plea for release as Mingyu and Wonwoo give themselves over completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each thrust, they drive themselves closer and closer to the edge, their need for release building with every delicious slide of their cocks inside you.

And then, with a sharp cry of pleasure, they reach their climax, their hot, sticky release flooding into you as they empty themselves completely. You cry out in ecstasy, your own pleasure mingling with theirs as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming sensation of being filled by them in body and soul.

As Mingyu and Wonwoo withdraw from you, their cocks slick with the evidence of your shared passion, they gently lower you onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your legs are spread wide.

Your body tingles with the lingering pleasure of their touch, and you can feel the warm trails of cum leaking from your filled holes.

With gentle yet firm movements, they begin to push their fingers into your dripping folds, collecting the pooled cum and pushing it back inside you. Each touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation.

"Not a drop wasted," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction as he works to ensure that every last bit of their release is returned to you.

Mingyu nods in agreement, his own fingers joining Wonwoo's in the intimate task. "That's it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Make sure it stays where it belongs."

Feeling their fingers pushing the white fluid deeper inside you, you couldn't resist the urge to rock your hips in response, seeking to maximize the sensation of their touch. With each movement, you felt the cum spreading within you, filling every part of your being with a delicious warmth.

The rhythm of your hips matched the rhythm of their fingers, creating a symphony of pleasure that enveloped you completely. Mingyu's and Wonwoo's hands worked in tandem, their touch both gentle and insistent as they ensured that every drop of cum was pushed deep inside your holes.

Amidst the lingering haze of pleasure, you hear Mingyu and Wonwoo's laughter, their voices filled with amusement as they admire the lewd sight before them.

"You look so slutty right now," Mingyu chuckles, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

You can't help but agree, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you bask in the afterglow of your shared passion. "I must look incredibly lewd," you admit, your voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contentment.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his laughter mingling with Mingyu's as they continue to admire you. "But it suits you," he adds, his voice warm with affection. "You're absolutely beautiful."

With satisfied smiles, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the intimacy they've shared with you. As they turn their attention back to you, they hold out their fingers, still slick with remnants of your shared passion.

"Clean us up, princess," Mingyu says, his voice low and husky with desire as he offers you his fingers.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and longing. "We want every last drop," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

You don't hesitate, eagerly accepting their offer as you lean forward to take their fingers into your mouth. The taste of your combined arousal fills your senses, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as you eagerly lick and suck them clean.

Mingyu and Wonwoo watch you with hungry eyes, their breath catching in their throats as they witness your eagerness to please them. With each lick and suck, you can feel their desire reigniting, the heat of their arousal palpable in the air around you. As you finish cleaning them up, you meet their gaze with a satisfied smile.

After the intense intimacy you've shared, Mingyu and Wonwoo gently check in on you, their concern evident in the way they tenderly caress your skin and brush your hair away from your face.

"Are you feeling okay, angel?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he gazes at you with affection.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes soft with tenderness as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "We didn't push you too far, did we?" he murmurs, his voice laced with concern.

You smile softly, feeling the warmth of their love and care surrounding you like a comforting embrace. "I'm okay," you assure them, your voice filled with gratitude. "More than okay, actually."

Wonwoo's playful remark earns a chuckle from both you and Mingyu, as you bask in the warm afterglow of your shared experience.

"I have to thank you, Mingyu," Wonwoo says, a grin playing on his lips. "This was quite the invitation."

Mingyu returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I figured you could use a little excitement in your life," he teases.

Wonwoo laughs, then turns to you with a twinkle in his eye. "So, is this going to be a regular thing now? Because, let's face it, our princess here will never be satisfied with just one dick."

You playfully smack both of their shoulders, a smirk on your face. "You two are going to be the reason I can't walk for days," you joke, your voice filled with mock indignation.

But Mingyu and Wonwoo just smile at you, their affection evident in the way they press kisses to your cheeks. "Once you're good and ready, we'll definitely be up for another round," Mingyu says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

You can't help but be flabbergasted by their stamina, amazed by their ability to keep going even after such an intense session. "You two are unbelievable," you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

The exchange of wide grins between Mingyu and Wonwoo doesn't go unnoticed by you. Their knowing looks and shared excitement are contagious, and you can feel your own anticipation building.

"You're really up for another round?" Mingyu asks, a hint of excitement in his voice as he looks at you expectantly.

Wonwoo nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "We'll make sure to take good care of you," he promises, his tone filled with reassurance.

You assert your playful demand with a grin, adding a hint of challenge to your voice. "You two better be ready," you tease, looking from Mingyu to Wonwoo with a twinkle in your eye. "Because after this, I'm going to need some serious pampering. I won't be able to walk for days."

Mingyu and Wonwoo share a knowing glance, their expressions filled with playful determination. "Consider it done," Mingyu says, his voice brimming with confidence.

With a shared sense of excitement and anticipation, you snuggle up between them, ready to embark on another round of passionate exploration. As you surrender yourself to the pleasure of their touch, you know that this is just the beginning of many more unforgettable moments to come.

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Oasis | S.Coups

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: S.Coups x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Violence (mentions of weapons, but nothing else), Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (as required by law), Swearing, Kissing, Thigh-Riding, Cockwarming, Couch Sex, Slight Breathplay, Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)

Author's Note: Okay this one was…normally I can stay calm writing, but not for a Scoops. He's just so fucking hot…

-> Hoshi's <-

-> Woozi's <-

-> Wonwoo's <-

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The only problem with being in a small village in the middle of the desert is there were very few places to hide. You turned a corner around a sandstone building into an alleyway. Luckily, there was a pile of crates with a small enough hole for you to hide. Crawling into the space, you tried to stay as quiet as possible while also catching your breath. You worried your panting would be too loud. You clutched your bag close to you, not wanting to lose the contents again. Having found what seems to be an extremely valuable artifact, you had tried desperately to get it back after it had been stolen. You had reported the chunk of crystal to the Assembly and they said it was possibly valuable enough to bring to headquarters. Though, while you were camping out, about a third of the way through a four-day journey, your camp was ransacked, and your crystal stolen. You followed the thieves that turned out to essentially be a gang, and you took it back. They had found you though and had been chasing you for a good hour. They obviously understood the crystal's value if they were pursuing you so intently. Peaking around the crates, you saw a few of the goons run down the street past the alley, but you weren't brave enough to get away yet.

"Fuck!" You shrieked, a hand having grabbed your braid at the base, hauling you out of your hiding hole. Your hands grappled at his, trying to get him to let you go, legs scrambling on the ground.

"You stupid bitch-" He grumbled, yanking your hair harder till you fell back against his legs.

"Where's the rock?" He snapped and you just glared up at him, not wanting him to realize if you looked at your bag. You grunted at the tug on your hair, but immediately stopped wiggling when you felt something metal press against your neck.

"If I get this back from you, the boss might just promote me-"

"Kind of hard to get a promotion with an extra hole in your head." A new voice spoke and you could feel the gangster freeze behind you, the knife pressed to your neck retreating slightly. You assumed this new man had pressed his own weapon, a blaster most likely, against the guy's head.

"Drop the knife." This new man's voice was steady, strong, and you felt safe already. You heard the blade clatter on the ground, and the hold on your braid released, so you scrambled away from the gangster. Instead of going forward, you basically crawled around and behind the aggressor, and stopped once you were safely behind your rescuer. Just from behind, you could tell he was strong, his bare arms showed his biceps were nearly as big as your thigh, maybe bigger. Smooth geometric tattoos painted his arms, looking similar to a circuit board. His hair was bright red, slicked back just enough to keep the longer strands out of his face, the ends resting just above his shoulders. He had a belt strapped around his torso over his vest, various things attached to it along with several ammo cartridges. Another strap around one of his thick thighs had the holster for his blaster and his pants were tucked into a pair of knee-high combat boots.

"Now screw off before you can't." The man pulled his blaster away, but literally kicked the guy's ass, sending him onto his face a few feet forward. The gangster scrambled to his feet and fled. Once he was gone, the man before you turned around finally and your breath left you right after you had caught it back. He was fucking gorgeous. You wondered if the slit in his eyebrow was from a scar, or just for looks, it was hard to tell in the dark light.

"Are you okay, doll?" He kneeled in front of you, even like that you felt tiny…Tinier than usual. You wondered if he could see your reddened face in the low light.

"Y-yes." You nodded, letting him wrap his hands around your arms to help you stand up. Your own hands went to his biceps, trying hard not to squeeze to test the muscle there, and your shaking legs finally got you up. You wished he didn't have the leather gloves on so you could feel more of his bare skin on yours. After you were both up, the top of your head only reached his chin, and he smelled good-

"Why were they after you?" he asked and you had to step back to look at him even with your head tipped up.

"Uh…" You weren’t sure if he was trustworthy, even if he saved you. Maybe he just wanted the crystal for himself…

"It's okay, doll. I'm a Ranger." He pulled the chain around his neck up and out of his shirt, an upside-down triangle-like designed pendant on the end. You recognized it, and the title, so you relaxed. They were basically freelance, vigilante, bounty-hunter guys. They would help people in need and take out or get criminals without having to worry about legal red tape. It was an elite group, and their identities were not widely known. Sighing in relief at the news, you opened your satchel and pulled the crystal out. It wasn't refined and it was pretty heavy. You handed the rock to him and he looked it over, holding it easily with one hand while he holstered his blaster. The thin but tight black shirt he had on under his utility vest struggled over his chest as he did so, when he spoke you finally brought your attention away.

"This is a diamond, doll." He smiled and your jaw dropped. No wonder it was so valuable. That would make sense why the Assembly Headquarters wanted it, they had the largest bank on the planet.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." He once again held the gem in one hand, pulling a device out of a pocket of his utility belt. The Ranger clicked the end against the gem and looked at the panel on the side as the device beeped.

"About 13 hundred carats." He smirked, arching one of his thick eyebrows.

"Where'd you find this?"

"I'm a Scavenger, so I look for scrap and crashed ships or satellites. This was in some wreckage out near Dekkos." you told him, a bit surprised he handed the gem back to you.

"Are you bringing it to the capital?"

"Yes."

"You will probably have more of those gangsters plus anyone else who finds out after you, why don't I escort you?"

"You would do that?"

"Of course, doll. I'm Seungcheol, but my team calls me S.Coups."

"S.Coups?" you questioned and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, the S is for Seungcheol, and then coups like coup-d'état."

"You overthrow someone?"

"Well, kind of. Our first mission was to get a corrupt mayor out of power, so…" He smiled, somehow his extremely handsome face looked cute.

"Are you sure you don't mind escorting me?"

"I told you," he leaned forward so he was more eye level, "of course I don't mind."

"Can I call you Cheol?" you asked him, his name was kind of long and you weren't sure about his nick name…

"Of course, doll. What do I call you?" You told him your name in response and when he said it with a smile, your ovaries exploded.

"I know its late, but I was planning on getting to the next town over, it's about an hour, is that okay?" he asked you as you followed him to the main street and toward the edge of the village. You had wrapped the diamond up in a head scarf you had and tucked it back in your satchel. Cheol suggested you grab your stuff from your rover and leave it for the time being, since more goons might know it's yours. He wouldn't even let you carry your own bag.

"That diamond is enough for you to carry, (Y/N)." When you got to his own rover, you halted in shock. Not only was it new, but it was a really nice model too. Yours was nearly thirty years old and was not exactly top of the line, even new.

"Oh, this belongs to the whole group. I just have it most of the time since I'm the leader."

"You're the leader?" You hadn't known that.

"Well, kind of. I'm co-commander along with Woozi." He opened the passenger door for you and you climbed up onto the wheel and into the rover. The seats were nice, and actually seats versus what looked like a restaurant booth. The inside panels were just a flat holo-screen, and it even had heating. Your rover only had air-conditioning, so at night it could be kind of cold. You asked him a series of questions as you drove to the next town, and he answered each one humbly. Your eyes kept flitting to his hands on the steering wheel, then up his arms and traced every line of his tattoos, to his side profile-

"Your eyes might burn me, doll." He tried not to smirk, casting you a knowing side glance. You floundered for an excuse.

"Its fine, sweetheart." Seungcheol rested back in the seat and you shuffled in your own seat, your face not the only part of you heating up. By the time you reached the next town, all you wanted to do was get in bed, and maybe get him inside you…

"Do you mind sharing a hotel room, I can keep you safer that way." His suggestion was genuine, truly just wanting to protect you. And you were more than willing.

"That's fine!" Seungcheol smirked, walking past you into the hotel, one much nicer than the inns or motels you usually stayed at. You cringed at your own eagerness, following after him with your head bowed in embarrassment.

"Can we get a suite with two bedrooms?" He pulled his credit chit out, the hotelier tapped on her console telling you there was one available on the fifth floor. You watched her as she worked, and she kept looking up at Seungcheol and all over him. She wasn't blind, you didn’t blame her. He took the room and you balked at the price.

"Don't worry, doll." He cast you a gentle smile, so you didn't. Judging by his rover, even if he claimed it was the whole group's, he had money to spare. You followed after him, casting a glance back at the hotelier who was glaring at you. Wanting to stick your tongue out at her like a child, you restrained yourself and waited for the elevator with him. Right as the lift was reaching the ground floor, a group of about seven entered and headed toward the elevators as well. Because of this, the lift was full, and you pressed your small self into the corner, Seungcheol working as a barrier between you and the group of men that had entered as well. You doubted they even knew you were there. They had left the button pressed for the fifth floor, and you both waited for them to get out, then headed in the opposite direction. He tapped the clear card against the lock and it dinged, opening with a click. He carried both of your bags in and you looked around the suite in awe, never having stayed somewhere so nice.

"I'm going to shower quick." Seungcheol deposited your bag in one of the bedrooms and headed toward the other. There was a bathroom attached to each room and so you followed suit. Only taking a rinse off since you had showered the night before, you found yourself watching some show on the couch. You had changed into shorts and a tank instead of your leather leggings and vest. Your knees were pulled to your chest, feet resting on the cushion, and you were really trying to focus on the show. It was so hard though to not think of him in the shower. He was too freaking hot and there was only a door in between you and him. Naked.

"Fucking fuck…" You huffed at yourself, trying to snap out of your pervy thoughts, but it was futile. Especially since he had just come out in nothing but his pants. At least he wasn't just in a towel, but his muscular and toned body was perfectly on display. He had more of the circuit-like tattoos curling up over his shoulders and down his chest and sides of his stomach. You had noticed earlier not only were his arms and thighs thick, but he had a butt too. Fuck. He saw you gaping at him, it was kind of hard not to. It was like you had zoned out…or in rather, on him and he huffed a laugh, a bit embarrassed. However, he felt more smug than anything and his own eyes flicked over your mostly bare legs and the low cut of your tank. He would be lying if he said he wasn't just as attracted to you as you seemed to be to him. It was up to you make a move though… When you snapped out of it and your eyes met his, he was smirking and hummed with an inquisitive tone.

"Yes?" He teased and you choked on your saliva some, eyes flitting back over his bare chest.

"You curious?" You nodded dumbly.

"Come here, then." Seungcheol smiled and he nearly guffawed at how fast you leaped off the couch, but you approached much slower. You stopped right before him, hand coming up and hovering over his skin. You flitted your gaze up to his face and he nodded, taking a sip out of the bottle he was holding. As soon as your fingertips met his warm skin, the other hand flew up and you brought them down to rest on his abs.

"Fucking hell." You whispered and he really tried not to laugh, but you could feel his chest rumble a bit. Tracing each curve and angle of the tattoos snaking over him, you noticed they seemed to let out a slight reddish glow, lagging behind your tracing fingers over the black lines. Your mouth was hung open as you touched him like he was the best thing you had ever had the pleasure of touching, and he smirked harder. Getting annoyed with his smugness, even though it was warranted and caused by you, you dug your dull nails in a bit and scratched down. Seungcheol sighed, a low groan rumbling out after and your cunt clenched around nothing.

"What-?!" You squeaked as he crouched a bit, wrapping one around your upper thighs under your butt, and easily lifted you up against his shoulder. He carried you over to the couch, his bottle still in his hand and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding. He could probably also feel your wet leaking through your panties and shorts.  You glanced down and saw that the tattoos were on his back too. The man sat on the couch, adjusting you on his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. You nearly whined, having to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate, and you could feel the hard muscle through his pants. While they weren't super tight, with how he was sitting, the stretched over his thigh just right. He smirked again as he took another drink, your shorts so thin he could feel your pussy clench as you settled.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, doll?" Your fingers were lazily and lightly rubbing over his skin, it tickled a bit. Those tattoos definitely shimmered when you touched them…

"Can I ride your thigh?" Your voice was so soft that despite how close you were, he almost didn't hear you.

"You want that, sweetheart?"

"Yes, -dy." He barely heard the last part, your face blossoming red when you let the word slip, eyes widening in panic. Seungcheol groaned when he heard it, adjusting his footing and bounced his leg under you a bit, forcing it up and against your needy cunt.

"You wanna ride daddy's thigh, pumpkin?"

"Fuck, yes please~" You gasped, but held back from moving, nodding.

"Go ahead, then." He took a casual sip from the bottle, glancing over your shoulder at the TV like he was actually focusing on it. He licked his lips, swallowing a chuckle when you began to grind down onto his leg, so hard he felt your pulse from your core. Your little mewls grew louder when you leaned forward, losing strength in the rest of your body, resting your forehead on his collarbone. Your fingers dug into the waist of his pants on either side of you, getting closer and closer. While Cheol had his number of sexcapades, he had never had a girl be this eager to fuck herself on his leg. Most of the time he was worried if they would find out he didn't, by any means, mind getting called daddy. You were the first one though to jump on it immediately, and with no hint or prompting from him. He was thanking fate that he was the one that rescued you.

"I'm-" You gasped, your hips stuttering.

"Close, pumpkin?" He finally put the bottle down, his arm curling around your waist, helping you keep your rhythm. His face got close to yours, so much so your lips were barely touching and he swallowed your moan, invading your mouth with his tongue. You fell apart then, whining as he helped you ride out your high, catching every little noise you made with his lips. Your head was swimming, you nearly gasped for air when he left the kiss. Your panties were sticking to your even wetter folds, and he could feel that your slick had soaked through his pants too.

"Did a good job, sweetheart."

"Thanks, daddy." It seemed you were a bit shy with the daddy-kink play, but you had started it.

"What now, doll?" Your eyes met his, unsure with what answer he wanted.

"What do you want me to do to you now?" He arched a brow and your mind ran rampant with all the possibilities.

"W-what do you want to do?" You threw the question back and he tilted his head in thought, humming. You could feel that his cock had gotten hard against your knee, your mouth watered when you glanced down at the tent pitched, wondering just how big he really was.

"What if…" As he spoke, his hand drifted from your hip, over your ass, and into the back of your shorts. You moaned when his fingers hit your soaking cunt, lightly circling the pad over your entrance.

"…you sit on my cock and we watch a movie?" His suggestion took you a second to piece together. Cockwarming? Fuck, yes PLEASE.

"O-okay." You nodded and his hand withdrew. He easily moved you to turn around and assisted with getting your shorts and panties off. Cheol adjusted his position and you rested against his chest, reaching down to release his cock from his pants. Your eyes widened, breath hitching when your hand met the flesh, finally getting him out to see what you had to work with. You were going to get split in half, and you couldn't be more excited.

"Daddy~" You whined, head falling back onto his shoulder, your nose brushing over the side of his throat.

"Can you take it, pumpkin?" He stroked the soft skin under your belly button, the sensation made you shiver, already sensitive.

"Yes."

"Yes…?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." You sat up a bit more, propping your hips up as he guided the tip of his fat cock to your glistening folds. A bit concerned when you let out a small choking noise, it soon faded into a moan, which rose into a whine as he sank deeper and deeper. You thought he would be in your throat by the time he was all the way in. Your tight core fluttered around his cock, the delicious burn of the stretch bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm already. When he had about another inch to go, you lost your strength. You slumped back into him, gravity pulling you the rest of the way done so his cock buried in completely. Your cunt twitched along with the rest of you, trying to adjust to the stretch and the intense pleasure it caused. If you were already so sensitive, he wondered how bad you would get after sitting on his cock for a good hour.

"Hm, so good, sweetheart. Taking daddy's cock like a pro." His groan rumbled through him and over you, his strong arms wrapping over you to hold you up and to him. After about five minutes, your brain started to function a bit more, and you tried to get more comfortable on his lap as he started something you really cared not for. It wasn't what the movie was, but you could only think of him splitting you open and his bare chest pressed to your back. You had your legs spread wide over his lap, knees over his so he could easily hold them open for you. Every few minutes, your whole body twitched from the pleasure, your breath shuddering, trying not to move. You really were a princess, more like a queen, taking his huge cock so good and sitting still so obediently. He had to push away the thought of immediately taking you as his wife, but man did he want to. Have you whenever he wanted…

"D-daddy…!" You gasped, cunt clenching hard suddenly and he huffed as you came, not having moved for the last half hour. He wondered how that was possible, and so did you. Seungcheol had to be a drug itself, because you were already addicted. You needed him so bad-

"Fuck, hold on…" He grunted, shutting the TV off and wrapping his arms around you tighter, hand on your opposite hip and the other across your chest so his hand could rest under your jaw. He splayed his legs better, sliding down the couch a bit to get better leverage, and your nails quickly dug into the back of the couch to prepare. He gave a shallow but hard thrust and you squealed, releasing babbles as he fucked up into you. Each thrust shattered pleasure through your body, his skin getting hotter against yours. Moreso than was natural, and you realized you could feel the pattern of the marks covering his torso with the heat. They must have been some kind of cybernetics…

"Want more, princess?" He rumbled and you whined an affirmation, his thrusts still hard but too shallow. You didn’t want to be able to walk the next three days… The hand he had on your hip shifted so he splayed his fingers over your lower stomach, index and middle fingers resting in a V right around where he had his cock inside of you. His other hand your jaw moved down to your collarbone, lying over the top of your chest, his pinky slightly under the hem of your tank. The heat of his tattoos increased, and suddenly it was like every one of your nerves was set on fire. He froze his pace, grunting as your cunt clenched harder as you came again already, soaking down his balls and over his pants. He chuckled as your core pulsed over and over, seeming to never end. You nearly blacked out, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell that was.

"W-what?"

"I can use these to affect the nerves of people. I use it to knock out targets, or to ease the pain of someone I’m helping. Can make you real sensitive…" He hummed by your ear, his teeth nibbling on the ridge.

"Where do you want daddy to fuck you next, doll?" You nearly didn't register his question, still trying to find your place in reality.

"Bed…" You knew it was cliché, but…

"Of course, sweetheart." He sat all the way up, the position change shifting him inside you and you gasped, whining in disappointment as he pulled you off his cock. Just as easily as he lifted you before, you carried you to his room, grabbing the end of the duvet and easily pulling the whole thing off, letting it float to the floor. Resting you down like you were as delicate as a flower, you sighed at the cool fabric hitting your back. Seungcheol kissed the corner of your mouth, and you tried to follow his lips, but they left yours, moving down your jaw and to your neck. Letting him move you, he brought on of your thighs to his hip, slinging your other knee over his elbow. Your cunt eagerly sucked his cock back inside and you whimpered as he slowly bottomed out. Giving you just a second to adjust, he leaned down and kissed you again. You mewled, your knee resting over his shoulder more than his elbow, the other leg wrapping over his hip as tight as you could manage. A trail of saliva connected your lips when he finally pulled his tongue out of your mouth.

"Ready, pumpkin?"

"Yes, daddy!" You squeaked in delight as he started to move, immediately barreling his fat cock into you, the head battering your cervix. His pace was so intense, your wet dripped over his groin and down your butt to land on the sheets. It must have been an extremely secure bed frame, because it only shifted a bit despite his powerful thrusts. You couldn't even make little noises, your mouth hung open in a silent moan, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. You were so fucked out and he wanted to keep you like that from then on. Always drunk on him…

"So fucking good…" He chuckled, hand gripping your leg at his hip, easily slinging your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half. You saw stars, the first thrust at the new angle fucked another climax out of you, your cunt squirting and creaming his cock even more and he grunted at the tightness. His tattoos started to heat up again, you could feel the change on the back of your thighs where he pressed down into you. Not sure what sensation he was going to surge you into, you couldn't get ready. The same intense arousal sensitivity started to rise again, but something else hit you. A slight tightening at your neck, but his hands were nowhere near. It was very slight and it didn't restrict your oxygen at all, just giving you a dull squeeze in the best way. Your gasps were from the intensity of your pleasure rather than the press of your throat. Then, your senses shifted, your vision blurred and it seemed like you could only hear the woosh of your pulse and his grunts. You felt his skin on yours hotter than before, his cock seemed hotter too, and the scent of sex intensified. When his mouth went back to yours, it was like you could taste his tongue, taste him even more and his groan vibrated your tongue wrapped around his. Without warning, the heat spiked, and your eyes rolled back in your head. His hot cum pumped into you, your own final orgasm hitting you, rolling over and over, dulling before reigniting into another full climax. The heat of his cum spilling out from where he was inside you seemed to sear over your skin and when he had stopped, your senses returned to normal and it was like someone threw cold water on you. Your hearing returned to normal, and you could hear the noise of the street again. You finally registered that he had pulled away from the kiss, hovering over you with a smile. Not a smirk. You could barely get anything out but a whine.

"Did daddy fuck you good, doll?" You nodded lazily and he laughed, kissing you again.

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-> Woozi's <-

-> Wonwoo's <-

Masterlist

#ihavethedreamies #kpop #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scoups #svt scoups #scoups #scoups smut #choi seungcheol

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✧˖ ?!— POST CONCERT! HORNY! CHEOL (NSFW!)

summary. headcanons about post concert! rly horny! subby! seungcheol

notes. the demand for scoups was there and i gotta give the people what they want!!!/j ˚⊹♡ actually subby! seungcheol is the best cheol genre there is, argue w the wall! i had a whole lotta fun writing this so i hope you enjoy :)

warnings/includes. f! reader x idol! sub! scoups, established relationship, pussy eating, riding, begging

— post concert! seungcheol who swore that he mastrubated to the thought of you every single night at every single tour spot and is sooo frustrated that he now that you are finally here- doesn't even have the energy to rly move :(

— post concert! seungcheol who still tries his best to keep up the little cocky dom! persona, knowing damn well the moment you sit down onto his dick it's overrr for him

— post concert! seungcheol who INSISTS on giving you head bc 'he has to' and 'you deserve it' resulting in the most sloppy, toe curling, lazy, hour-long pussy-eating

— post concert! seungcheol who tries his best to somehow make it seem like he's in control by moaning tiny little 'attagirl's or 'just like that's

— post concert! seungcheol who can't help but moan about how much he missed you (& your pussy) and how bad it was without you

— post concert! seungcheol who starts blabbering on how he'll buy you literally anything and everything if you pick up the pace

— post concert! seungcheol who becomes a whole whiny mess, right before coming

— post concert! seungcheol whos groans are so loud and deep that probably the whole hotel hallway has heard them (best of all: he doesn't even gaf)

— post concert! seungcheol who keeps on repeating on 'how it's all your dick'

— post concert! seungcheol who gets all sulky after sex bc 'you were so mean to him' when you didn't even put him through half the shit he does to you on a regular basis lmao

— post concert! seungcheol who snuggles up to you later, mumbling up against your skin on how he actually did really miss you

#kpop smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #svt smut #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt headcanons #scoups x reader #choi seungcheol #scoups fanfic #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seungcheol x reader #scoups headcanons #scoups x y/n

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sub! chan who's only comfort is your tits

genre; nsfw, mdni <3 | a/n; the writer's block is killing me. but sub! chan literally destroyed it. anyways, hope you guys enjoy this <3

bf! chan who comes home, sulking and exhausted after a bad day. in his exhausted state, chan completely overlooked how desperate he had been the whole day.

bf! chan who gets hard at the sight of you, in a transparent white negligee, laying on your stomach on the bed. your scent invades his senses, and any restraint he has is broken. “fuck,” he groans, not even trying to hide the growing boner.

bf! chan who throws himself at you, inhaling your scent and grinding on you like a horn dog. you chuckle at his neediness, letting him do as he pleases and patting his head. you turn around in his embrace and he goes mad when he sees your pebbled nipples peeking through the transparent material.

sub! chan who wraps his lips around your clothed nipple, sucking on it to his heart's content. he doesn't even bother getting the negligee off and grinds his cock against your thighs, seeking any friction to gratify himself.

sub! chan who obediently nurses on your breast as you tease his cock. you trace the outline of his boner and squeeze the tip, causing him to buck his hips and whine against your nipples. he whines again when you harshly grope him again.

sub! chan who cums within a minute of you jerking him off. “'m sorry,” he pouts, his tongue circling your bud and playing with it. you lose yourself in the feeling of his tongue and continue to jerk despite his over-sensitivity. you meet his bleary eyes when he moans loudly, detaching from your nips. fuck, he's so pretty like this.

sub! chan who can't help but pathetically cum again to the movements of your hand. but this time, he asks for permission to cum. “ can-can i cum? please, please.” he begs for it. sure, chan loves to dom you and rob you of your ability to walk but he fucking loves subbing even more. especially, when you take care of him so well.

sub! chan who comes down from his high, smiling drunkenly at you. you still have the negligee on, only one of the thin straps rest on your shoulders, the other undone to give access to chan. you look so fucking pretty with a dress barely covering your body and your hair messy with a lazy smile.

sub! chan who gets hard again and a groan erupts from his throat when you take off the cloth, presenting your naked self to him. he watches as you seat yourself on top of his cock, rubbing the sensitive tip on your folds before guiding him into you. you bounce on his cock, pulling another orgasm out of him.

and chan can't help but get hard each time he cums. don't blame him though. he's such a fucking simp for you.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy @jespecially

@asyre @armycarat2612 @bewoyewo (send an ask to be added on the taglist!)

#dino #lee chan #dino smut #lee chan smut #svt smut #svt #dino hard hours #chan hard hours #seventeen smut #dino x reader #chan smut

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ᝰ.ᐟ joshua hong — "expectativa".

— namorado ! joshua × leitora. — gênero: smut (+ muita fofura e contexto). — conteúdo/avisos: continuação de "natural" (tem várias referências), é a primeira vez da pp, fingering, dry humping, a pp é um tantinho insegura, sexo fofinho & não muito realístico. — word count: 4932 (não sei o que aconteceu). — nota da autora: eu meti digressão sem dó nessa aqui, mas juro que tentei deixar compreensível... por favor me digam que funcionou.

"Não sei responder, meu bem. Mas acho que nunca toquei nesse assunto por medo de te colocar pressão.", acariciou suas bochechas com os polegares. Sempre era sincero com você, mas esse nível específico de sinceridade exigia que ele não olhasse nos seus olhos — optou por olhar para cima, fingindo pensar. "Fiquei com receio de te dar a impressão de que eu queria... alguma coisa, entende?", havia verdade ali, mesmo que muito acanhada.

Você suspirou, tinha medo de perguntar e tinha medo da resposta — ambos infundados, Shua nunca havia te dado motivos para se sentir insegura. Mas, ei! 'Quem tem boca vai a Roma', não é? (ou será que é 'vaia'?, honestamente não importava).

"E você já sentiu vontade de... 'cê sabe?", torceu os lábios. A expressão do homem deixou claro: ele entendeu o que você quis dizer.

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Como vocês chegaram nesse tema? É difícil saber. A conversa nada discreta que você teve com as suas amigas numa 'Noite das Meninas' uns três dias atrás não tem nada a ver com isso. Ah! E o jeito como as coisas entre você e Joshua tem esquentado rápido até demais nas últimas semanas com certeza não tem relação nenhuma com a sua pergunta. Claro que não!

Porém, estava se tornando um acontecimento recorrente: você e ele acabam se deixando levar pelos toques e algum dos dois precisa 'dar uma segurada', porque não sabem onde isso poderia acabar — francamente, sabem sim, mas ainda não conseguem lidar com essa informação.

Não é algo ruim, definitivamente não. Você gosta do fato de finalmente se sentir mais confortável com seu namorado (fisicamente falando). Já fez algumas coisas com Shua que nunca havia feito com ninguém e isso te deixava acesa por dentro. Era um frio na barriga que não te incomodava. Na verdade, ansiava pela expectativa — desejava desejar e ser desejada em consequência. Honestamente não consegue pensar em nada que não deixaria Joshua fazer com você — e sabia que ele compartilhava do mesmo sentimento, ainda que não te dissesse.

Pareciam estar presos numa eterna 'honeymoon phase': Já conheciam tanto um sobre o outro, mas isso parecia dar mais abertura para ter o que descobrir. Esse aspecto também se transferia para o plano físico: Já haviam sentido tanto, mas é tudo sempre tão bom que surge a necessidade de sentir ainda mais. Quer dizer, você gosta muito das mãos de Joshua, gosta do que elas fazem com você, mas não consegue evitar de pensar no que elas poderiam fazer com outras partes ainda intocadas — pensa o mesmo sobre a boca dele, mas teme ser engolida pela timidez caso algum dia precise trazer isso à tona.

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"Eu sou completamente apaixonado por você. Que tipo de pergunta é essa?", se esquivou pela primeira vez na noite, o questionamento era um tanto embaraçoso.

"Mas isso não garante nada."

"Claro que garante!", franziu as sobrancelhas se esquivando novamente.

"Shua!", queria uma resposta concreta.

Joshua suspirou derrotado, reprimiu tudo o que já sentiu vontade de fazer com você bem no fundo da memória — algumas coisas não precisavam ser ditas. Escolheu o conjunto de palavras mais leves que conseguiu pensar:

"Sim, meu bem. Eu já senti vontade de fazer amor com você. Respondi sua pergunta?", jogou a questão para você, não queria ficar com o peso do assunto.

"E por que você nunca tentou nada?", deu errado, os holofotes voltando para ele quase tão rápido quanto o deixaram.

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Não é que ele não tenha tentado. Sempre se deparava com a própria mente fantasiando demais sobre você e tudo o que ele poderia fazer com você. Essas fantasias curiosamente ganhando destaque sempre que ele sentia seu corpo no dele. Não dava para não pensar nos barulhinhos que você produzia toda vez que ele te beijava com mais fervor sendo emitidos em outras situações e por outros motivos. Tinha que refrear a si próprio sempre que divagava muito sobre como seria quando ele finalmente tirasse sua roupa. Bom, ao menos evitava fazer isso quando você estava perto, porque quando ele estava sozinho... é outra história.

Mas, com você ali pertinho, a barreira existia, mesmo que de forma imaginária e sem a necessidade de palavras para estabelecê-la. E ela aparecia sempre que vocês estavam prestes a descobrir algo novo...

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"Joshua, eu juro que se eu me atrasar-"

"Não vai! Confia em mim.", te assegurou entre risos. A mão que prendia seus dois pulsos não te deixava escolha. Talvez ter caído na conversinha ir pro colo dele só um pouquinho não tenha sido a melhor das ideias, você já tinha experiências demais para prever perfeitamente que Shua ficava super grudento quando sabia que você ia sair.

"E o que você quer?", se fingiu de brava, um teatrinho muito meia-boca.

"Um beijinho.", te ofereceu um biquinho fofo. Você selou os lábios bonitos esperando que aquilo fosse suficiente para fazer ele te soltar. "Um aqui agora.", ele usou a mão livre para apontar para uma das bochechas. Você obedeceu, dando um beijinho rápido. "E aqui.", a outra bochecha. Mais um beijinho. "Aqui também.", agora era a testa. Mais um. "Aqui", a ponta do nariz.

"Joshua, eu-'"

"Além de me abandonar você quer me negar carinho também? Cê acha isso justo?", fez drama com direito a beicinho e tudo. Você sorriu com o jeitinho dengoso.

"Eu tô falando sério, amor. Preciso me arrumar.", tentou libertar suas mãos, sabia fazer tanta birra quanto ele.

"Só mais um beijinho então. O último. Juro que te solto.", a proposta te fez suspirar derrotada, concordando com a cabeça. "Quero aqui dessa vez.", apontou para a própria boca.

"Mas aí eu já dei.", argumentou.

"Quero um de verdade.", sussurrou, os lábios macios roçando no catinho da sua boca. Como provocar não machuca, você ofereceu um selo demorado a ele.

"Que foi? Te beijei de mentira por acaso?", um sorriso vitorioso adornava suas expressões. Ele mordeu o lábio inferior em pura descrença — como quem diz 'se eu te pegar...'. "Já pode me soltar, Shua."

"Tá tão espertinha hoje, 'né?", a mão livre acariciando sua coxa num carinho absorto. Ele parecia não ter nenhum pensamento e, ao mesmo tempo, todos os pensamentos do mundo por trás dos olhinhos hipnotizados. "E se eu não quiser te soltar? E se eu quiser você só 'pra mim hoje?", sentiu os dígitos circularem seus pulsos com mais firmeza, como se não houvesse a mínima intenção de te libertar. "E então, amor? O que 'cê vai fazer?", provocativo. Era uma faceta meio inédita da personalidade do homem, mas que você estava amando conhecer.

"Shua-"

"Eu sou tão bonzinho com você, não sou? 'Cê não acha que eu mereço um agradinho não, linda?", o timbre envolvente fazendo coisas com o seu corpo. Era um jogo gostoso de se jogar: Joshua fazia o máximo para te conquistar — como se você já não fosse completamente dele — e você adorava se fazer de difícil. Ele aproximou mais o rosto. "Hein, amor? Só um pouquinho?", a respiração quente batia no seu rosto, sentiu seus pelinhos arrepiando. Não dava para negá-lo. Avançou nos lábios dele sem fazer muita cerimônia, o sorrisinho que ele deu quando sentiu você ceder te fazendo sorrir em resposta.

Te beijar já havia se tornado algo instintivo para o homem, sabia o que fazer, o que tocar e como tocar. Shua conhecia seu corpo como ninguém e isso estava se tornando uma maldição. Não demorou nada até que você se esquecesse do mundo lá fora, optando por se concentrar na maneira gostosinha que ele brincava com a sua língua. Suspirava desejosa, sentindo o homem trazendo seu corpo mais para perto. O calor da pele dele queimava a sua. As mãos entraram sorrateiras embaixo da sua blusa, os dígitos repousaram na sua cintura.

Em certo ponto estava tão perto que já não havia mais para onde ir. O peito colado ao seu te obrigava a inclinar o rosto para beijá-lo direito, sentia o quadril dele bem embaixo do seu e isso te fazia imaginar coisas demais. Seu namorado interrompeu o beijo e você estava prestes a reclamar, isso até sentir os mesmos lábios quentinhos sugando a pele do seu pescoço. Foi inevitável, seu corpo quase derreteu no colo dele. Puxava os fiozinhos curtos na nuca de Shua para tentar descontar os arrepios que sentia toda vez que a língua dele entrava em contato com sua pele.

Sua mente já ia longe e nesses momentos você gostava muito de não ser capaz de pensar. Joshua desligava seu cérebro com facilidade. Mal notou quando seus quadris passaram a se mover timidamente, como se ganhassem consciência própria. Shua também parecia não perceber que retribuía, impulsionando a própria intimidade contra a sua. Arfavam baixinho, os corpos presos num transe prazeroso.

Emaranhou as mãos no cabelo dele, precisava muito descontar a sensação gostosa no meio da suas pernas em alguma coisa. Não via motivos para parar, tudo parecia tão certo. Sentia ele pulsar embaixo de você, mas os vocês dois conscientemente fingiam não notar quando isso acontecia — até porque você sempre acabava do mesmo jeito que ele. Você queria testar algo, impulsionou os quadris com mais intensidade, os olhos se apertando quando o estímulo acertou bem onde você precisava.

"Shua...", foi inevitável gemer, principalmente quando ele pressionou os dentes no seu pescoço, tão afetado quanto você. Continuou com o movimento, tinha certeza que de fora vocês provavelmente pareciam dois desesperados — mas não tinha cabeça para pensar nisso agora.

Joshua moveu as próprias mãos para o interior das suas coxas de modo involuntário e foi aí que o cérebro dele clicou. Estabilizou sua cintura com as mãos e te deu um beijinho inocente na base do pescoço. Encheu seu rosto de selinhos para não deixar as coisas ainda mais embaraçosas, só cessando quando te viu sorrir.

"Pronto, finalmente te libertei.", brincou, se referiu aos seus pulsos. "Vai se arrumar, amorzinho."

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"Eu quero esperar seu tempo, amor.", ele tentou esclarecer com a maior sinceridade.

"Eu...", respirou fundo. "Eu tô pronta, Shua.", tá bem, mais um choque — Joshua recebia informações demais ao mesmo tempo. Tentou pensar com cautela, não queria fazer nada por impulso.

"Tem certeza disso? Não tem pressa. Eu posso esperar por quanto tempo você precisar.", te assegurou. Era sincero, Joshua não queria que você se sentisse pressionada a nada — queria que tudo fosse tão natural quanto sempre foi.

"Eu tenho certeza. Eu quero você.", seu rosto queimou em admitir isso. Mas sentia que precisava falar, senão ele nunca iria saber.

"Okay, hm, calma...", viu ele soltar um risinho nervoso, coçou os olhos como se fosse informação demais para processar — e de fato era mesmo, Joshua nem sabia mais como que vocês haviam chegado nesse assunto. "Droga, você não pode falar essas coisas assim do nada, amor.", sorriu novamente parecia até meio desacreditado.

"Por que não?"

"Porque eu não vou conseguir parar de pensar nisso. Acho que eu é quem não 'tava preparado.", confessou. O homem não sabia mais o que fazer consigo mesmo. Ter a noção de que você queria ele desse jeito desconfigurava-o completamente — você conseguiu, finalmente quebrou ele de vez.

"Você quer...?", testou, não sabia bem o que estava fazendo.

"Não.", pontou rápido até demais. "Quer dizer, não agora.Tô totalmente despreparado, linda. 'Cê me pegou de surpresa.", esclareceu, não queria passar a impressão errada. Tinha muitos detalhes para acertar.

"Então quando?", soou claramente impaciente. O homem não segurou o risinho.

"Não sei... quando tiver que acontecer vai acontecer.", te viu suspirar. "Quero que seja especial, meu bem.", selou o topo da sua cabeça.

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Você não sabe como e nem o porquê, mas finalmente conversar sobre isso não te tranquilizou tanto quanto você achou que iria. Dormia e acordava pensando nesse assunto. Era uma expectativa boa e meio angustiante ao mesmo tempo. Sua mente estava um caos: Podia acontecer a qualquer momento, não é? Ele sabe que você quer. Será que ele pensa nisso tanto quanto você? Espera muito que ele não tenha se assustado com o modo repentino que você surgiu com essa história. Ele sempre foi gos-... atraente assim ou é coisa da sua cabeça? Você se sentia até meio indecente — não que fosse santa. Era meio maluco... espera muito que ele não tenha notado você encarando quando ele tirou a camisa e-

"Amor?", foi como um estalo te tirando de um estado hipnótico.

"Oi.", ficou até sem graça.

"Perguntei se você viu minha camiseta quadriculada. A de botão."

"Não sei.", não sabe se ouviu o que ele acabou se falar, essa é a verdade. "Ah! Eu separei, porque queria usar ela pra dormir. 'Cê quer?", seu cérebro voltando a funcionar do nada.

"Não. Pode ficar.", sorriu fofinho — adorava te ver com as roupas dele.

Assistiu-o fazer o mesmo ritual que sempre fazia antes de dormir. Vestiu algo confortável, conversou um pouquinho, te deu um beijo de boa noite e finalmente caiu no sono. Você se esforçou para não colocar expectativas sobre cada uma dessas ações, mas foi mais forte que você — até mesmo estranhou o fato de Joshua não questionar sua inquietação. Suspirou meio decepcionada quando percebeu que ele havia dormido mesmo. Significava que era a sua vez, precisava dormir também.

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Forçou as pálpebras para continuarem fechadas, virou-se na cama mais uma vez, nada parecia te deixar confortável. Suspirou impaciente, abrindo os olhos. Joshua dormia tranquilo, o peito subindo e descendo com a respiração compassada. Você engoliu seco, sabia o motivo por trás da sua insônia — os pensamentos não deixavam sua mente nem por um segundo. Droga, talvez trazer esse assunto à tona tenha sido má ideia. Não sabia mais o que fazer, só sabia que queria muito isso. Sentia seu corpo esquentar, mesmo que tentasse apaziguar sua mente.

Seu erro talvez fosse achar que Shua pularia em cima de você quando finalmente conversassem. Erro de principiante. Conhecia o homem muito bem, ele nunca foi apressado em relação à intimidade de vocês. Mesmo que quisesse tanto quanto você, ainda te esperaria com paciência. Gostava que as coisas acontecessem de forma espontânea.

Mas, poxa, era até paradoxal: sentir desejo é algo que acontece de forma espontânea. E foi com essa conclusão que você finalmente tomou coragem para acordá-lo, balançando o corpo dele com delicadeza.

"Amor?", a voz não ultrapassava o volume de um sussurro. Ele abriu os olhos, dando um sorrisinho preguiçoso.

"Hm?", o timbre era áspero, culpa do sono.

"Eu não consigo dormir."

"Tá se sentindo mal, amor?", franziu a testa, se esforçando para te ver melhor com a pouca luz do ambiente.

"Não. Só 'tô sem sono.", suspirou.

"Quer que eu faça algo?", pausou a frase para bocejar. Você negou a cabeça, encolheu-se, agora se sentia meio mal de ter o acordado. Ele se aproximou em silêncio, tateando pelo seu corpo na escuridão. Quando percebeu, já estava presa num abraço apertadinho. Seu corpo esquentou ainda mais, sabia que Joshua era a causa, mas agora não sabia classificar muito bem a razão (era o corpo dele ou era o corpo dele?). "Amor, você quer me falar alguma coisa?", o tom agora era cauteloso, como se ele tentasse não soar acusatório.

"Não...?", isso não era uma pergunta, você não sabe porque soou como se fosse.

"Tem certeza?"

"Não sei.", a estratégia do homem não funcionou muito bem, você se sentia meio intimidada. Sorrateiramente selou o cantinho dos lábios dele, não queria falar sobre isso de novo e sabia qual era o único jeito de manter Joshua calado. O silenciou com um selinho demorado. Ele te afastou com carinho, rindo um pouco.

"Isso tem a ver com a conversa que a gente teve?", sussurrou contra sua boca. Simples e direto. Você suspirou frustrada.

"Sim. Tem sim.", tentou beijá-lo novamente e ele te impediu de novo. Sorrindo com o o seu estresse.

"É tão apressada... deixa eu fazer direitinho, pode ser?", pela primeira vez naquela noite você se sentiu intimidada — e isso era bom, muito bom. Ele guiou seu corpo, te fazendo deitar totalmente. Arfou quando o viu em cima de você, aquilo não era novidade, ele já havia estado naquela posição anteriormente. Mas daquele jeito, não pelo mesmo motivo que agora. O homem pareceu perceber seu nervosismo, pois fez questão de brincar com os botões da camisa que você vestia. Ameaçava abri-los, sem tirar os olhos dos seus.

"Shua!", você repreendeu a provocação.

"Que foi?", disse junto a uma inocência forçada, como sempre fazia quando queria te testar. "Não era isso que você queria?", inclinou a cabeça em 'confusão'. Você cobriu os olhos com o antebraço, frustrada com o fato de estar envergonhada. "Eu tô brincando com você.", ouviu ele rir. "Desculpa, amor.", retirou o braço dos seus olhos. "Fica assim não.", selou sua boca. "Vai ficar bravinha comigo?", ele não estava te ajudando a se livrar do biquinho contrariado.

Mas você se esqueceu que era Joshua ali, o homem era fluente em te fazer feliz. Bastou ele iniciar um beijo lentinho e você ficou mole, sorvia os seus lábios só para te ver suspirar. Usava a língua do mesmo jeitinho que costumava fazer quando vocês ficavam de chamego no sofá — e sabia que era extremamente eficiente, pois você sempre terminava sentando no colo dele só para poder rebolar um pouquinho. Sentiu o peso de Shua em cima do seu quadril, suas pernas se abriram de forma instintiva, queria sentir ele bem ali. Era previsível que ele começasse a simular estocadas por cima dos tecidos, rapidamente se sentindo sobrecarregado com a situação. Desabotoou a camiseta, você mal parecia perceber.

"Posso tocar aqui?" abriu a peça por completo, referindo aos seus seios. Você concordou timidamente. Ele os apalpou com cuidando, entendendo como um sinal verde para que pudesse chupá-los também. Suas bochechas ardiam demasiadamente, ter que assistir seu namorado te mamando sem tirar os olhos dos seus não estava na sua cartela para aquela noite. Não nega que a sensação era gostosa, teve que morder o interior da própria boca para segurar os sons teimosos. Shua beijava e sugava seus biquinhos da mesma maneira que fazia com a sua boca, roçava os dentes uma vez ou outra só para ver o modo que você reagia, mas logo passava a língua ali, como se quisesse acalmar o local. O homem distribuiu selinhos até a barra do seu short e foi aí que os alarmes da sua mente soaram.

"Shua.", esperou ele olhar para cima, negando com a cabeça assim que ele o fez. Você confiava em Joshua com todo o seu coração, porém essa ainda era uma das questões que vocês tinham que resolver em conjunto. Queria muito dar o próximo passo com ele, mas, por algum motivo, ter ele bem ali, vendo tudo tão de perto, fazia você se arrepiar de um jeito ruim. Era um problema mal resolvido entre você e o seu corpo, uma parede que você ainda tinha que quebrar — e, aparentemente, Joshua também precisaria te ajudar no processo.

"Não quer minha boca aqui?", você negou novamente. Não sabe o porquê mais se sentia incerta com a reação dele, não queria acabar com clima por conta das suas inseguranças. E era um medo infundado, no fundo você sabia, o homem nunca faria você se sentir mal por algo assim. Ele refez a mesma trilha de beijinhos, só que de forma contrária, subindo até o seu rosto. "Tudo bem, meu amor.", te deu um selo demorado, como se quisesse te assegurar. "Você ainda quer continuar?"

"Quero.", concordou com a cabeça, mais rápido do que havia planejado.

"Okay. Eu posso tirar isso aqui?", os dedos brincaram com a barra das suas peças de baixo, te viu concordar novamente. Se livrou das peças com a sua ajuda, observando o seu rosto a todo momento. Os dedos logo se colocaram no interior das suas pernas. "Tudo bem fazer fazer isso?", você suspirou ansiosa, não era mais capaz de negar nada. Os dígitos resvalaram no seu pontinho, fechou os olhos, sentiu sua pele queimar.

Se perdeu nas sensações, especialmente quando ele começou a te tocar de uma maneira muito gostosinha. Tanto tempo desejando isso fazia tudo ser grande coisa. Seu interior pulsava. Era diferente saber que eram os dedos de Joshua ali, não os seus. O homem friccionava a própria ereção contra o seu quadril, dava para perceber que era involuntário. Ele observava seu rosto, hipnotizado com as suas reações. Colocou um dos dígitos dentro de você com cuidado, queria testar até onde podia ir.

"Tá tão apertadinha, amor.", o comentário saiu impensado, mas foi suficiente para te fazer apertar mais. Seu namorado franzia o rosto, como se estivesse se imaginando ali. "Vou colocar mais um.", brincava com o local meladinho, movido pela luxúria. Estocava os dois dedos com cuidado, te estimulando com o polegar. Não parou quando suas pernas se fecharam em volta do braço dele, sabia o que significava. Suspirou desejoso quando te viu gozar, fez questão de observar cada uma das suas expressões — admirava como se você fosse alguma espécie de miragem, jurava ter se apaixonado ainda mais.

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Sentiu ele encaixar devagar, os olhos treinados no seu rosto buscavam por qualquer sinal de desconforto. A sensação era diferente dos dedos de Shua: era maior, mais pesado, sentia como se ele estivesse te esticando — e sua pele parecia frágil demais para abrigá-lo. Era como se ele enchesse o seu corpo todo, te obrigando a sentir cada movimento, cada pulsação.

"Respira, amor.", a voz dele te trouxe de volta, os pulmões cheios automaticamente se esvaziando com o comando. "Tá tudo bem? Cê quer que eu tire um pouquinho?", sempre cuidadoso, assistia ele tentar ignorar as reações do próprio corpo. Parecia estar quase tão sobrecarregado quanto você, os quadris vacilando com a sensação, enquanto o rosto se segurava para não se contorcer em prazer. Você queria ver mais, queria sentir mais.

"Não. Fica.", a voz saindo em um fio. Você achava que conseguia ser capaz de ignorar a ardência se isso significasse poder continuar observando as expressões do homem. Era tão gostoso quanto parecia? Seu íntimo contraiu e ele jura que quase te repreendeu, mas sabia que não era culpa sua. As mãos fixaram sua cintura na cama, como se isso fosse te impedir de apertá-lo. Não funcionou, você pulsou ainda mais. Joshua começava a questionar o próprio autocontrole, mordia os lábios para tentar controlar os sons teimosos.

"Tá doendo, meu amor?", organizou os fios de cabelo soltos pela sua testa. Você negou com a cabeça, incomodava um pouco, mas dava para aguentar. "A gente vai esperar um pouquinho, tá bom?", fechou os olhos quando ele se aproximou mais do seu rosto. Seu corpo ardia, finalmente sentia Joshua por inteiro — nada até aquele ponto parecia ter sido tão íntimo quanto isso. Ele estava ali de um jeito que era só seu. Rodeou os braços em volta dos ombros dele, puxando-o para um beijo lentinho. Queria fazer seu corpo relaxar, queria dar prazer para ele também — mesmo que já estivesse fazendo isso indiretamente.

E talvez fosse uma estratégia muito boa. Não havia espaço para incômodo quando seu namorado sugava sua língua de um jeito tão gostoso. O contato era lascivo, mas cheio de amor ao mesmo tempo — você não sabia como interpretar. Sentiu o braço dele serpenteando até o seu íntimo, abriu ainda mais as pernas por puro instinto. Ele sorriu no meio do beijo — toda e qualquer ação sua mexendo com a cabeça dele. Seu corpo retesou ao sentir ele levar as pontas dos dedos até o lugar onde vocês estavam conectados, recolhendo parte do líquido viscoso. Usou os dígitos molhadinhos para estimular seu clitóris com cuidado. Você arfou contra os lábios dele. Okay. Isso é muito bom. Por alguma razão era muito mais gostoso pelo fato de ter algo dentro de você.

"Shua...", não sabe porque o chamou, mas parecia certo.

"Que foi, amor? É bom assim?", soltou um risinho soprado ao te ver concordando, o corpo relaxando no colchão. Respirou fundo quando sentiu ele estocando de forma rasa, era uma pressão diferente, mas muito gostosinha. Forçou os quadris contra os dele algumas vezes, querendo experimentar melhor. O carinho atencioso no seu pontinho te fazendo esquecer de qualquer incômodo que você jurava não sentir mais. Seu namorado enfiou o rostinho no seu ombro, enchia o local de beijinhos — com a intenção de te relaxar mais ainda.

Em certo ponto, você não sabia mais onde prazer começava ou terminava. Talvez começasse a entender o porquê das pessoas serem tão fissuradas nesse tipo de coisa. Era sim tão bom quanto diziam — você só não tem certeza se o fato de estar com quem você ama tornava tudo melhor (claramente sim). Quando percebeu que você não oferecia mais nenhum sinal de desconforto, Joshua passou a estocar com mais velocidade. O corpo ia e voltava em cima do seu, a mão trêmula não sendo mais capaz de te masturbar direito. Sentiu as mãos dele procurando pelas suas, achou-as sem dificuldade. Os dedos se entrelaçando e o peso forçando seus braços contra o colchão, como se não quisesse te deixar ir embora — e ele sabia que você não iria.

Finalmente sentiu o homem se afastando do seu pescoço, a ausência da respiração quente deixando uma sensação de estranheza. Seu namorado entrou no seu campo de visão e você jurou que ia gozar. Nunca havia visto ele tão... fraco. O rosto completamente entorpecido, os olhinhos pesados — como se estivessem prestes a se fechar — e a boquinha entreaberta, esforçando-se para suspirar seu nome. Ele ainda se movia, sedento, como se te dar prazer fosse a única coisa na mente dele. Naquele momento, você não tinha autoconsciência suficiente para perceber, mas espelhava as expressões dele perfeitamente. Gemia sensível, como se estivesse hipnotizada com tudo. Era uma conexão quase que visceral, te tirava toda a noção do mundo lá fora. Só precisava disso, só precisava dele.

"Amor...", chamou com manha, não sabia o que queria, ele já estava bem ali. Mas ele sempre entendeu suas vontades. Abaixou-se com cautela, soltando suas mãos para envolver seu rosto. Te beijou com necessidade. Ou ao menos tentou, o "beijo" nada mais era que uma troca atrapalhada. Ninguém ali tinha forças para retribuir, inconscientemente optando por gemer e arfar contra os lábios um do outro.

Os quadris de Joshua começavam a falhar, ele se sentia tão perto... Se enfiou no seu pescoço novamente, como se buscasse por algum tipo de apoio. Os dedos dele achando seu clitóris sem dificuldade alguma e isso pareceu te quebrar mais que da primeira vez. Algo no seu ventre apertou, te enchia de ansiedade e era delicioso de sentir. Ouvia Joshua gemer baixinho bem perto do seu ouvido e ainda não sabia lidar muito bem com isso. Apertou os olhos, cravando as unhas nas costas do homem. O som ficando mais claro, as palavras começando a fazer sentido.

"Amor, goza 'pra mim, goza. Por favor...", suplicava, a voz frágil, saindo por um fio. Seu corpo respondeu com uma submissão que você nunca havia sentido. Contorcia-se por completo, parecendo não te obedecer mais. Forçava-se contra ele, querendo sentir ele perto, mais fundo. Sua mente estava presa num limbo interminável: era excruciante, mas você queria mais. Os braços apertavam o homem com carência, sabia que ele podia te dar mais.

Voltou a si aos poucos, seu corpo era pura gelatina. Ele já estocava com lentidão, aproveitando as últimas sensações do próprio orgasmo — que aliás passou despercebido por você (uma pena, queria muito ter visto o rostinho dele). O quarto enchia-se com os arfares de vocês dois, que lutavam para recobrar o fôlego. Os selares repentinos no seu pescoço te fizeram sorrir. Ele saiu de você, retirando o preservativo para descartar depois.

"Shua?", chamou acanhada, ainda não havia processado tudo o que tinha acabado de acontecer. Ele te olhou por alguns segundos, mas logo te puxou para um beijo apaixonado e preguiçoso — como se quisesse responder todas as dúvidas na sua mente.

"Eu te amo tanto, meu amor.", suspirou as palavras, a testa ainda colada na sua.

"Eu também te amo, Shua.", sussurrou. Os olhos fechadinhos se abrindo quando ouviu um risinho baixo vindo do homem.

"Você é tão boa 'pra mim, amor. Mas eu queria ter feito algo especial.", confessou baixinho, não parecia desapontado, só queria comentar.

"Mas foi especial, Shua.", tentou assegurar, as pontinhas das unhas fazendo carinho na nuca dele.

"Eu sei que foi, meu bem. Tão especial que não vejo a hora de fazer de novo.", disse sapeca, sorrindo com o apertão que você deu no braço dele — ainda sentia um tantinho de vergonha. "Só que eu queria ter te levar 'pra sair antes, te tratar igual princesinha, acender umas velas...", agora ele mesmo se sentia envergonhado com o quão meloso estava soando.

"Você ainda pode fazer isso.", pontuou cheia de razão, selando o cantinho dos lábios dele. Joshua sorriu, como se tivesse acabado de pensar em alguma coisa.

"Eu posso...", arrumou seu cabelo atrás da orelha. "Vou encher a banheira, amor. Me espera aqui.", disse já se levantando.

"São três da manhã...?", ele já atravessava o quarto completamente nu, você poderia se acostumar com essa visão.

"E daí? 'Cê falou que eu ainda posso te tratar igual princesa, não posso? Quero que minha princesa durma cheirosinha então.", parte do diálogo sendo abafado pelo eco do banheiro. Ele voltou depois de alguns minutos, uma toalha branca presa no quadril. Te ofereceu uma das mãos e você já ia se levantando para acompanhá-lo até o banheiro. "Assim não!", você o olhou confusa com a bronca repentina. "Vou te carregar no meu colinho, amor.", você não conseguiu segurar o riso, deixando ele finalmente te pegar no colo. "Não tenho fama de ser cavalheiro à toa, eu hein."

#ꫝ ' solie writes. #♡ ' pedido. #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #joshua x reader #joshua smut

[nonuify]

hii hello lovely omg please please can u write hard dom seungkwan with a corruption and creampie kink? u don’t have a work for kwan yet so i was wondering if no one requested him :( ahhhh

ᝰ.ᐟ 🤍 — B.SK ; ! as you wished

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut ] ꩜. | porn without plot lol

hands tied by a pretty silk rope, sitting on the bed not wanting to wait longer for your boyfriend to come in the bedroom, you’re fucked you knew it, since he overheard you saying you wanted it rougher, that vanilla wasn’t for you, not that you didn’t like intimacy with him but more of you wanted something new never did you think to disrespect your pretty lover, he was amazing treating you like an absolute princess, it was just a suggestion but you’d never think of it leading you to this.

finally after the agony of waiting he came, you just wanted to sprint & tell him what you truly meant not wanting to upset him, but the ropes forbid you from doing so.

“thought you were too innocent for a rough fuck hm, my innocent baby is all whored up now isn’t it now?” he said smirking, loving the view of you all helplessly tied up leaving the only way for him to fuck you is to beg, beg & beg.

“kwannie please just list-“ you were cut. he grabbed your thighs & pulled you close to him, kneeling on his knees to reach your level, then continued by “now listen here, you cumslut, you said you wanted rough didn’t you? rough I’ll give it to you, so shut the pretty little mouth or I’ll gag it with your underwear got it?” you mouth hung open shocked by what he had just said, was that the seungkwan that always praised & pampered you?.

now if someone asked you if you hated this you would’ve gone straight to hell for lying it was fucking hot seeing him like that.

snapping out of your thoughts as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, then starting to kiss your ankles to finally reaching your core, hot breathes hitting your sensitive bud, you tensed a bit he sensed your reactions causing a smirk from his lips.

“what can’t i have a little fun with your pretty lil cunt?” he laughed a a bit then went down on you on that same moment, the way that his tongue hit your folds was a sensation that never gets old.

tugging on the ropes wanting to break free & grab his hair pulling it hard, but sadly you couldn’t.

“fuuuck kwan!” you breathed loudly with an ahh! following with it.

you were quite inexperienced in well intimacy the only reason why he was soft with you is because of that, maybe pushing his buttons wasn’t so bad.

feeling the orgasm rushing through you told him you were close “fuck m’gonna cum hm!” he went faster when he heard, closing your eyes with the feeling of warmth covering your cunt, then opening only to see cum all over kwan’s face, it was the most lewd thing you’ve seen, you moaned seeing the sight.

he could only smile at you licking the cum left on his lips, “how about I fuck this pretty hole till it’s all stretched out huh?” said as he flipped you over, stomach on the bed now, stroking his already hard member then pushing it into you, without any hesitation he rammed into you.

rolling your eyes from how good he felt stretching you out, you cunt perfectly squeezing his cock then slowly stretching you out by each hard thrust, skin slapping & moaning with dirty talk was filling your room, seungkwan was so fucking hot when he was mad, it made you drip even more.

with seungkwan now, the sight of your ass jiggling when his hips got in contact with it just made him go even harder on you, he was holding back in the past but after hearing your conversation with your friend, now he was not holding back.

his hand now came sliding to your clit then roughly rubbing it in a circular motion, you couldn’t handle the pleasure you were feeling hands giving out on you so your head was on the mattress now, it muffled your moans while your lover held up your hips as he drilled his cock into you.

eventually coming again on his cock, he loved the sight of your cum slowly seeping out of your hole with his dick plunging in it, normally he would slow down when you orgasmed but he did not, in fact he went on till he reached his high.

thrusts getting sloppy he groaned out loud as his load shoots in your womb with it over flowing as yours & his’s liquids mixed together as it overflowed out of your stuffed hole.

“fuck this hole’s is jus for me to fill hm?, look at my cum out of you baby” he chuckled a bit.

pulling out of you for a second, then flipping you so your back hit the sweet silk fabrics of the bed, he then pushed back into you quickly.

he fucked you so hard till you couldn’t scream anything but his name, cum of yours & his filling you up till it was dripping in the sheets, he fucked you so good till you cock-warmed to sleep, maybe you should get in his nerves for him to be like this, you became obsessed with this side of him.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! seungkwan hard dom club where 🙏

#seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #svt #svt smut #seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan

[hannieehaee]

idk if anyone has requested or mentioned this yet, but have u ever thought of sub hoshi??? also i love ur work, it’s absolutely incredible🤧 i love it sm😖💐

18+ / mdi

content: sub!hoshi, softdom!reader, afab reader, smut, edging, handjob, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of crying, etc.

wc: 1139

a/n: amazing concept, anon. not proofread btw sorry for any mistakes</3

masterlist

"w-why are you being so mean to me?", cried the boy as he hissed in sensitivity.

his complaints did not prevent your fingers from slowly running up and down his chest, gracing the nipples you'd just spent twenty minutes sucking and biting into.

"just let me go, i'll be good, i promise!", he whined as he pulled at the restraints you'd used to tie each of his built arms to the bed frame.

"i can't do that, soonie. you asked for this, remember?", you pouted mockingly at the desperate boy.

you knew soonyoung to be quite experimental in bed. he was really down to do anything at least once, which was something that kept your sex life quite interesting throughout the duration of your relationship. for instance, a few weeks ago he had insisted on testing out bondage, choosing to try it on you as he tortured you for hours on end. after the fact, he had insisted on your own usage of it, begging you tie him up and have your way with him.

and so you did it. again and again, and he kept coming back for more, insisting you play with him time after time as he begged for your touch, trapped and unable to touch you back.

it quickly became a staple in your sex life, with the strong boy becoming a weak mess under you any time the mood struck for him to lay back and allow you to do with him as you wished. you'd still switch roles every so often, but soonyoung had grown addicted to you having your way with him as of late.

even now as he begged for you to let go, you knew that no part of him actually wanted the torture to stop. that furrow of his brows and the heavy puffs of air he was letting out were all you needed to know he was deep into the torturous pleasure you were giving him.

"want more ... want you to touch me ..." he pleaded despite one of your hands already being on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock.

but that was the crux of soonyoung's problem. the feather-like touches you kept giving him kept making him grow dizzier by the second. you'd get him there in the slowest way possible, only to take your hands off him and play with yourself as he watched.

he'd beg and plead at you to let him go, to stop being so mean to him, but deep down you knew his cries demanded for you to continue, to take him to a point where his sobs would become pathetic and uncontrollable, forcing you to finally let him have his finish.

you'd only edged him three times thus far, playing with his cock and rubbing at his sensitive nipples while you fed off his pretty whines. you'd also edged yourself along with him, not allowing yourself to cum even once as you forced him to watch you without a single lick of gratification.

"touch you? but i am touching you, baby. see?", you squeezed his cock a little harder, "is this not enough?"

"need more, just ... want you, please."

"want me? what do you want, soonie? want me to touch myself again?-"

"no! no, please. need to touch you. just ... it's been long enough, just take off th- fuck ...," he groaned when your mouth suddenly went down to lick at the tip of his cock, interrupting his pleas.

"but soonie ... want your cock so bad," you breathed as you kitten licked at his tip, occasionally slipping it into your mouth as your hands continued to jerk at it.

the slamming of the headboard could be heard from the way soonyoung pulled at his restraints in attempt to free himself. groans of desperation accompanied the sounds of the headboard, with soonyoung clearly growing more frustrated than usual.

"baby, just ... let me have you, i- i'll be good, i promise. i've been so good for you, just n-need to feel you," he cried.

you only tortured him for a few more moments before finally pulling away, granting him with a sweet kiss before beginning to undo his restraints. not wanting to run the risk of him accidentally injuring himself (knowing that the promise of some pussy would likely have him taking such risk), you decided to finally give into him.

the sight of the boy under you was absolutely pathetic. tears stained his cheeks and his eyebrows remained furrowed, a permanent pout attached to his lips. his hands were delicate as they dug into your hips, silently begging for you to please sit on his cock. his hiccuped pleas for your cunt made you coo at him, finally giving in to him and sinking down on his blushing cock.

"a-ah, fuck, thank you thank you thank you thank you," he chanted breathily, "feel so fucking good ... finally," he sighed, eyes rolling back.

"been so good, soonie. deserve to feel so so good," you whined back, immediately speeding up and bouncing up and down his cock, not caring about how sensitive the two of you were after over an hour of edging.

"i-it's so good, so fucking good ...", he cried as tears began pouring down his face. his hips attempted to weakly hump against your own despite the immense sensitivity he was feeling, "'m gonna cum, fuck. can i cum? please, i need- i need to cum."

"cum, soonie, just wanna make you feel good," you nodded frantically, "been so good for me ... cum with me, baby. i'll cum too, i- i'll cum," you moaned.

the tightrope inside you snapped, leading soonyoung to wail out your name surrounded by pathetic cries of 'sorry' and 'thank you' as his stomach caved in and brought him to his orgasm.

"so g-good. always make me feel so fucking good," he kept repeating while his hips lost control, filling you up without a care in the world.

once your orgasm subsided, you let yourself fall against his chest, kissing at his chest and neck as his own orgasm simmered down. his hands were still digging into your hips and ass, groaning endlessly at every bit of physical contact you gave him. his pretty gasps hiccuped between his groans, creating a choir of noises as his load filled you up in a seemingly endless manner.

when he finally made it to the other side, balls empty and out of energy, he caught his breath by breathing into your neck, holding you against him without minding your weight atop his own.

more thank you's were shared in whispers, kisses being exchanged as you took care of each other in the most intimate of ways, his cock still buried deep inside you. you fell asleep like this, entirely too relaxed and content as you held each other to sleep.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #soonyoung fanfic #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung smut #hoshi smut #hoshi scenarios #hoshi imagines #hoshi fanfic #hoshi x reader

[wifeyoozi]

gonna make a mafia long fic thats what i decided finally!! mostly wanna make it a woozi x reader fic bcuz his visuals in maestro stirred something vile in me tho still gon make a poll for yall to choose (these four seem to be most suitable for the character I wanna go for) (please let woozi win tho)

#svt #svt x reader #svt smut #seventeen #woozi #scoups #wonwoo #jeonghan

[loupetlapinn]

how do you feel abt noncon with jeonghan? i feel like he’d be so patronizing and mean…like MEAN MEAN i’m talking degrading and mocking you, forcing you to take all of him in your mouth and cunt…

(also im so glad ur account came across my fyp, there’s not much dark svt content)

oh anon this is jeonghan's Domain ok. OH ANON. youre so right, listen.

t/w: noncon, coercion, unprotected sex. a/n: MDNI. dear anon i got carried away. unbetad is my brand. synopsis: jeonghan is just so very mean. w/c: 1.6k . . . feel free to block me.

( glad you found me too. )

He'd always start off so innocently, under the guise of a caring sort of authoritative figure to you. He likes reminding you that he's older than you so he obviously knows what's best for you.

Always 'just trying to make sure you're okay' with near intimate touches ghosting areas you were sure was inappropriate given the circumstances. But he always made it seem like you were being ungrateful when he was just asking a simple question, he was only trying to soothe the apparent tension.

It got to a point where you would try and avoid him, your chest seizing if you catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral, or his voice ringing out a little too close to wherever you were. A part of you felt guilty, maybe you were making things up in your head. Maybe you thought too much of yourself to think he was making advances, he hadn’t actually done anything explicitly wrong . . . He was just being attentive, he even buys you food, remembers the way you like your coffee. He hadn’t even done anything really but there was something that always lingered with you afterwards. Something just felt . . . off. This feeling only further escalated to the point your stomach would be in knots, scampering off quickly to find some nook to hide in to avoid his suffocating presence. Growing tired of trying to politely dodge his wandering eyes and occasionally entitled hands. His mere presence put you on edge. 

“I have to go,” you’d offer a sad excuse before you’re once again scurrying off. You felt like a coward, not sure as to why because although you’ve been polite and discrete as possible about it; you have expressed your discomfort and lack of interest in his wolfish attentions.

Yet, in spite of your efforts to avoid him you still somehow find yourself alone with him more than you’d like. 

“Oh . . . I didn’t um . . .” You clear your throat, immediately taking steps back towards the entrance after an uneasy dip of your head in his direction to acknowledge him before you turned tail and ran the opposite direction once again.

“Didn’t expect to see me?” He smiles, that smile. That completely, utterly Jeonghan smile that you’ve grown to dread seeing.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you. I have to—“

“Go?” he interrupts, head cocking to the side as those dark, hooded eyes glimmer. Akin to a cat finding a mouse to toy with in its idle boredom. 

“You always have to go,” a ghosting of a pout follows his words. His eyes remain emotionless even as he feigns a wounded expression. “If I didn’t know any better . . . I’d think you were avoiding me, Y/N.”

“N-no!” You fumble your words like an idiot, grimacing at yourself. Getting ahead of yourself to placate his invasive tone. “No, not at all. Just, have some deadlines to meet, that’s all.”

Before he has a chance to respond, you’re zipping away. Not wanting to stand there and squirm under the weight of his gaze any longer. Only able to take a sigh of relief once you’re a safe distance away. Heart thudding in your chest.

You swear he does it on purpose, strings you along and riles you up. He likes the way you squirm, he likes the stuttered breaths you take, the way your gaze can’t keep his own, your antsy fingers restless at your sides.

It doesn’t take much longer, Jeonghan can only be so patient. Until he isn’t. He pounces when you least expect it, after letting you think that maybe he took a hint and eased off of you.

“I don’t know why you have to act like such a brat,” he muses with a drawl of agitation as he quite literally corners you.

A shiver runs down your spine and you’re not sure if it’s because of the way he sizes you up as he begins to crowd you, or the coolness of the wall against your skin as you press yourself back against it. Swallowing thickly you shake your head, wide eyed as you peer up at him. He reveled in the way you trembled, the look of distressed confusion etched onto your features as his hands soothe up your sides. Slender yet firm as he palms your chest lazily through your shirt and there it was again. That signature Jeonghan smile, it twists his lips, curling the corners of his mouth as he can’t help but purr his amusement.

“All I’ve ever done is try to be nice to you,” he continues, ignoring the way your hand wraps around his wrist as you urge him to some sort of mercy. “And this is how you repay me? Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners?”

“Don’t worry,” he coos, his free hand abruptly twisting around locks of your hair, sharply angling your face upwards for your eyes to meet his own as you find yourself grimacing again. Those eyes, they looked as though he could swallow you whole right then and there, a snake coiling around its prey. Your heart lurches before plummeting to the depths of your stomach. “I’ll teach you.”

“Jeonghan . . . Jeonghan, please,” you finally find your voice.

He looks at you confounded, head tilting, a brow raising quizzically, “Please? Honey, we have’t even started yet.” An incredulous scoff follows, “I suppose it’s not a bad start though.”

“I’m sorry, really,” you plead and he just gazes at you blankly before offering a sickeningly sweet smile.

It’s a blur, everything. Your shirt yanked down to exposed your chest, he tsk’s at your bra before he’s pulling at that too. Both hands grasping at supple mounds, they’re cold against your skin and your face contorts, nipples hardening under the pads of deft fingers. Pressing yourself further back against the wall as if flattening yourself there would render you invisible, pushing away his hands.

“If you’re so sorry then you’ll make it up to me,” he snaps, his tone even. Eerily steady but it slices through the air as his eyes bore into you, you could feel the heat on your flesh.

A strangled gasp sounds form you as a hand darts to wrap around your throat, his grip bruising.

“What did I fucking say about being a brat, Y/N?” His voice barely a whisper, as your faces are barely inches apart. You could smell the faintest scent of his cologne, it tickles your nose as your mouth gapes. His fingers dig into your skin. “You say thank you when someone’s nice to you.”

One moment your against the wall and the next your forced onto your back upon the nearest table, you’re sputtering, the tight feeling from your neck and chest relieved slightly as you gulp down breaths of air greedily. Coughing from your eagerness to fill your lungs. As you struggle to stop seeing white, Jeonghan takes the liberty discarding your bottoms.

You looked much better like this, spread across the table, eyes unfocused, trying to catch your breath. It wasn’t his fault that he had to teach you a lesson, if you had just behaved in the first place he wouldn’t have had to take this route.

“Now, let’s try that again,” he says, splaying spindly digits upon your thighs to push them apart. Forcefully when you still have the audacity to shake your head tearfully and try to press them back together. It’s pointless and you both know it, thinking you could really keep him from what he wants.

You cry out, head thrown back against the table as his length pushes past your entrance. A slew of curses uttered under his breath as he makes sure to fit every last inch of his cock inside on you. Hissing at the way you spasm around him, the way your body writhes at the sensation of your unprepared heat being breached. The stretch burns, but it matters not to Jeonghan as he experimentally pulls in and out before slamming his hips flush against you.

“What do you fucking say, Y/N?” his voice his guttural, hands squeezing your thighs in a way that would surely leave bruises.

“J-Jeonghan— please,” you whimper out only to keen as he responds with a reprimanding thrust, each more merciless than the last before his fingers find your hair again. “I’m s-sorry— I’m sorry! T-Thank you,” your words minced, unsteady as winces and whimpers follow.

“What was that?” he snickers, hips jackhammering against you, wrapping your hair around his hand to keep a firm grasp on you. To entice more of those fat tears that brim your lashes and trickle down your face. “I can’t understand you when you don’t speak properly, stupid little thing. Now you can’t even talk right? Will I have to teach you that as well?”

Jeonghan can’t help the groans that follow every time you constrict around him, accompanied by the pitiful noises that you seem to have an unending amount of.

“You seem to take cock just fine,” he observes aloud and you bleat out at the savage snap of his hips, “One less thing to teach you.”

He uses your locks as leverage, watching your face twist into pathetic expressions, mascara running down your face as he tortuously continues to wrench at your hair to pull you down to meet his thrusts. “Say it.”

“Thank . . . you.”

“Say it.”

“Thank you, Jeonghan!”

Jeonghan makes sure to drop you to your knees to cum in your mouth when he’s done with you, rivulets of pearlescent release pouring past your lips. Missing purposefully to paint your face to enjoy the fucked out look upon your features.

“A fucking mess,” his voice almost accusatory, like it was all your fault.

“Maybe next time, if you fucking behave for once. You can cum too.”

#girlboss gaslight gatekeep as said by yjh himself #tw: noncon #tw: coercion #jeonghan #jeonghan smut #svt hard thoughts #svt hard hours #svt smut #seventeen smut #love answers #asks #dark!svt

[hoshiwhore]

svt (bias wrecker line) - dirty talking

pairing: svt x fem!reader

genre: smut

✓ joshua

uses 'daddy' a lot!

coos even more.

faux! sympathy!

"aww, does my pretty baby's pretty pussy ache for daddy? hmm, is that it? don't worry princess, daddy's going to make you feel so good."

✓ chan

cocky bitch™ 

loves it when you worship his cock.

"look at you crying over my dick like the pathetic slut you are."

"does it feel good when i fuck you like this baby?"

OR

"is my cock that good? do you think you deserve it?"

✓ minghao

smoothest mf

calls your pussy cute, tiny, pretty, messy, puffy- you get the gist

"yeah? does your cute little cunt hurt when i don't give it attention?"

"your pussy looks so puffy, baby. is it for me?"

makes you dirty talk as well

"i can't give you anything unless you tell me exactly what you want, love"

✓ jihoon

possessive af

either goes "who's making you feel so good, angel?"

or "c'mon, let everyone know who this needy cunt belongs to."

there's literally no in between.

also?? did i mention?? possessive!!! af!!!

✓ vernon

the type to make you shed literal tears.

lowkey exposes all his kinks tho (exhibitionism!!!)

"how are you still so tight? do i not fuck you enough?"

"so dirty, letting me fuck your tight hole like this. what if someone walks in, huh?"

✓ junhui

fucking. filthy.

switches between degradation-

"i'm gonna stretch all your tiny holes open and you're gonna take it like the slut you are, am i clear?"

-and praises.

"you're taking me so well, love. such a good, good girl for me."

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[gyuzgrl]

this is the inspo for the seokmin fic btw

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[bootyful-seventeen]

hehe hi any thoughts on dom seungkwan?

Why yes I do I have thoughts about dom Seungkwan and I’ve got some about soft dom and hard dom thoughts running around.

Like how soft dom Seungkwan loves seeing you dressed up in pretty pretty lingerie and he treats you like a delicate gift (which you are) and would put you and your pleasure first. Soft dom Seungkwan eats pussy for his pleasure cuz watching you unravel above him while crying his name out like a prayer has his mind running in circles. Or how soft dom Seungkwan would have you folded into a mating press and is groaning out praises about how good you feel. Seungkwan’s lips are pressing a soft kiss to your cheek when he feels your legs trembling after making you cum multiple times and he’s breathily whispering “come on baby just one more f’me. Come on baby I know this pussy can give me one more.” Soft dom Seungkwan just loves to take his time with you and making you feel so good to the point that you swear you could melt into the mattress with how fuck you are

And now HARD dom Seungkwan is a fun switch up I like to think about cuz I feel like he’d fuck with that whole one person dressed while the other is totally naked thing. Like he’d be coming home after a stressful day and is ordering you to take your clothes off and get on your knees for him while he’s pulling his cock out of his pants and pressing his length past your lips. Will start off as a regular blow job but will lead to a rougher face fucking where you’re left drooling all over your tits and lap until he’s pulling you off and manhandling you to face whatever furniture was nearby to bend you over and slide his fingers over your wet hole. And another thing I think dom Seungkwan would love no matter which mode he is in is pussy slaps. He just loves the way a soft slap to your cunt has you crying out, and your hole drooling onto his hand. Or how he’d also manhandle a bit, not like tossing you around the room manhandle but like push you on your knees manhandle, roll you over onto your stomach and hoist your ass into the air manhandle. And ngl I do see hard dom Kwan using leashes every now and then but it drives him crazy when you’re on your knees and lapping at his cock head until he’s pulling the leash enough for you to take him in your mouth, or to pull you up into his lap so he could fuck you or restrict your airflow when he’s got you in doggy

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