#boo seungkwan smut

[sluttywoozi]

Interlude No. 1 | bsk x reader

Interlude No. 1: Inspired by these pics and me wanting to marry Boo Seungkwan

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.6k | Pairing: bsk x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: semi public sex, limo sex, marriage kink, fingering, mouth covering, cum eating/swallowing, cum as lube, hand job, oral m. rec., finger sucking, they both cry 

Reader Notes: wears a dress, reader and kwan both wear makeup, has a vagina

“I can’t believe we did it,” Seungkwan pants ecstatically as he settles into the backseat of the limousine, clicking his seatbelt into place just as you do and grinning when he sees the partition is already up.  

“I know, we’re fucking married,” you send him a watery beam, leaning into his side when he raises his arm and letting your giggles bubble up when you see him tilt his head back and take a deep breath. That means he’s trying not to cry too, and while usually he’s open with his tears, you know that sometimes once he starts, he can’t stop. He must know this would be one of those times. 

Part of you wants to tease him, remind him how sweet his vows were and how very much you love him and how you can’t wait to spend your life with him, but you know that would make you cry too, and you don’t want to mess up your makeup any more than you want to mess up his. 

That thought flies out of the window as soon as he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m your husband,” in between kisses. He seems frantic almost, sucking at your bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, making you whimper and shift closer. 

You can’t get far with the seatbelt restricting you, and you’re about to depress the button to release it just as the limo pulls away from the venue. Seungkwan wouldn’t want you to be unsafe, so you move your hand away from the buckle and sink it into his hair instead, clenching your fingers in the silky locks when his lips move down to your neck. 

As it is, you’re just grateful you decided on the middle seat, wanting to be as close to him as possible. It’s paying off now, with the sucking kisses he’s laying on your throat and the hand resting on your knee. 

You changed into your reception dress before leaving the venue and that’s another thing you’re grateful for, because it gives Seungkwan even easier access to you. He doesn’t have to work your skirt up as much as he would have in your wedding dress, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh before you can even take another breath. 

“Can I make you cum, honey? Please? It’ll be hours before I can get my hands on you again,” he sounds like he’s in agony, like he’s burning for you, and it takes you little to no time to nod your head and spread your legs wider. 

He tugs your leg over his to open you up, making you gasp as you realize how wet your silk panties have grown. You gasp even louder when his hand covers you, his soft, warm palm pressing into your clit and his elegant fingers digging into your entrance. The silk is so fine and delicate, you can feel every touch like there’s nothing in between you, his hand grinding into your covered pussy as he murmurs in your ear. 

“Never gonna get rid of me now, honey.”

“So wet for your husband, aren’t you?”

“Gonna cum for me? Hm?”

The friction feels incredible, but it’s not enough, and you know he knows that. He’s just taunting you by asking if you’re going to cum for him, because you’re both well aware that you will, just not like this. 

“Kwannie, we don’t have enough time for you to fuck around,” you whine softly, glancing at the digital clock that rests above the partition. There’s only thirty five minutes left of the drive to the reception venue, he’ll need to get a move on if he wants any chance at getting his own release. 

“I’m not fucking around, honey. I’m enjoying you like you deserve,” he says in response, though he does listen to you in part by slipping his fingers under your panties and letting them glide along your cunt. 

“You have literally the rest of our lives to enjoy me. Please, just-”

A sharp whimper cuts off your words as he sinks two fingers deep inside of you, his knuckles flush to your pussy and his eyes locked with yours. “S’that what you wanted?”

His voice is hushed, deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver rolling down your spine just as he curls his fingers, the tips prodding into your sweet spot before you can even try to answer him. 

The pleasure gathering in your belly steals your words, but you don’t think he really expected an answer anyway. He knows it’s hard for you to put together sentences when he’s got part of himself inside of you, whether it’s his fingers, his tongue, or his cock. 

Fuck, his cock…

You want his cock so bad, your eyes flicking down and your hand releasing its death grip on your seatbelt to cover the growing bulge in his dress pants. You squeeze along his length, whimpering at the way he hardens under your touch, then whimpering again when he starts fucking his fingers in and out of you. 

He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and crooking his fingers on every stroke in, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit as he finds his rhythm. When you clumsily unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper to tug his cock out, his pace becomes punishing, like he’s trying to distract you from your endeavors. 

“Why won’t you let me…” You begin but don’t finish, breathless at the sensation of him sliding a third finger inside of you. 

“It’ll make a mess,” he sounds almost as ruined as you, making you drag your eyes back up to meet his, wanting to see his face as he takes you apart. 

He’s blushing, his dark brown hair messily falling over his forehead and his plush lips open as he takes in shuddering breaths. He’s so fucking pretty, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Seungkwan, your lovely, gorgeous, beautiful husband.

“What if I swallow?” You offer feebly, your words tinged with tears and desire as you grow closer and closer. 

“Maybe. You cum first, and then we’ll see,” he says, his voice tight and his fingers relentless. 

They’re barely fucking in and out of you now, just tapping and grinding into your g-spot as his thumb rubs tiny circles around your clit, and you can feel the waves as they lap at your shore, feel the heat stirring inside of you, every single touch stoking the fire. You try to keep your mouth closed, biting your lips and holding your tongue, knowing he usually makes you cum so loudly, the neighbors complain. 

You’re sure the kind elderly driver has heard (and seen) his share of escapades, but you don’t want to add yourself to the list. 

Unfortunately, you just don’t have enough self control to be quiet, your cries loud even with your efforts, so you take the hand of the arm wrapped around you and pull it up to cover your mouth. That’s the last indication you give that you’re teetering on the edge, though Seungkwan doesn’t need a sign to know that. 

He knows you inside and out, loves every single part of you, even (and maybe especially) the parts you used to try to hide from him. 

You don’t hide a thing now, and you never will again. 

That’s why it feels so right to shout into his palm as he pushes you into bliss, his fingers squelching inside of you and his thumb ruthless on your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your body presses against the warmth of his, and your eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking out of the sides as you float away on cotton candy clouds. 

When you go limp against him and blink blearily, looking around the small space like you don’t know how you came to be there, he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth, sucking your taste away like you’re something sweet to be savored. 

You come back online a bit when he removes his hand from your mouth, your eyes finding the clock. You should still have twenty minutes left to suck his dick and freshen up, and before he can even open his mouth to ask how you are, you’re turning and finishing your earlier task of pulling his dick out. 

He’s hard, so hard, and flushed at the tip, already leaking precum that you smear over his head and length, leaving him glistening in the low light of the limo. You try to bend down and swallow his cock, but the angle isn’t right with the seatbelt holding you back, so you dip your fingers between your legs to gather up your remaining arousal and use it to ease the glide of your hand on his dick. 

Seungkwan groans deeply, likely both at finally having some stimulation and at the fact that you’re using your own wetness as lube. He has great stamina so it usually takes a bit longer for him to cum, but already you can feel him twitching and pulsing in your hand. It brings a wicked little smile to your face, knowing you’ll undo him in half the time normally required, and with his competitive spirit, you’re glad he’s got his head tilted back and his eyes closed. 

If he saw the look on your face, he’d probably hold his orgasm back, just to show you he can. 

You feel the limo roll to a stop, but it doesn’t shift into park, and suddenly, there’s a voice over the intercom. 

“Ran into some traffic, folks. Looks like it’ll be an extra ten or so minutes, but I’ll get ya there, don’t you worry.”

You press the button and say brightly, “Thank you so much, Leonard!” before unbuckling your seatbelt and sliding onto the floor. 

“Honey, your dress will get dirty!” Seungkwan frets, his hands hovering over you as if he’s about to scoop you up and pull you into his lap. 

“I won’t be down here long,” you smile sweetly, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock before opening wide and working half of it into your mouth at once. He bites out muted curses, his knees spreading to make room for you and his hands clenching in his dress pants so they don’t mess up your hair. 

Your mouth is one of his weaknesses, he always breaks for you so quickly, always fills your throat with his cum and kisses you so tenderly after, making giving him head an experience almost as pleasurable for you as it is for him. 

The traffic means you can take your time, but you’d rather make him cum now and get fixed up so you can cuddle for a bit before the reception. You both tend to feel touchy and needy after sex, and though you know you’ll be together all night, you also know you won’t have a single free moment to yourselves until the party is over. 

So you suck harder, bob your head faster, use your hand to cover what your mouth can’t take. You moan around him, knowing he loves the vibrations, and take one of his hands from his knee to wrap it around your neck. 

You don’t want him to choke you (right now) but you do want him to feel himself move, feel your throat work around him, feel your sounds in more ways than one. He whimpers brokenly, gazing down at you with tears welling up in his eyes and his face tight with bliss. 

He’s trying to be quiet like you were, and you think he might be even worse at it, his cries loud against the quiet hum of the limo. You reach up to cover his mouth and he sucks two of your fingers between his lips instead, the wet heat of his tongue reminding you how it feels between your thighs and sending a zip of electricity down to your clit. 

You so wish you could climb up and sink down onto him, let him fill you up with his cock and his cum, but you don’t have a condom and you can’t have it leaking down your thighs while you celebrate with your family and friends. 

You can be content with swallowing. This time. 

It won’t be long, now, not with the way he’s bucking into your mouth in little thrusts, or the way his cock is jerking and spitting precum, or the way he’s groaning around your fingers, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes to settle in the creases of his lips. 

“Cum,” you moan, or try to, around his throbbing dick, and that’s enough for him. 

He stubbornly keeps his eyes on you even as his head tilts back and your fingers nearly slip from his mouth, his hips rolling up and sending his cock just a little bit further down your throat before white hot cum starts to spill out. You can’t taste it, he’s in too deep for that, but you can feel it as it drips down your esophagus, your throat opening and closing around him as you swallow and swallow and swallow him down. 

He was near silent this time, somehow, and when you notice how red he’s getting, you realize it’s because he was holding his breath to hold his noises in. His lips part so he can gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he blinks down at you, the look in his eye telling you he wants to ask Leonard to take you straight home. 

Sometimes Seungkwan gets a little… territorial, covetous, over you after he cums, and as he reaches down for you, you feel the limo lurch forward, nearly sending you face first into his softening dick. 

You climb back up onto the middle seat and reach for your bag before buckling your seatbelt back up, digging through to find what you need. 

You’ve got tissues and wipes to clean yourselves up with, plus makeup and a mirror for necessary touch ups (and some gum, thank goodness). You pass a wipe and tissue over to Seungkwan, but he just stares at you blankly, apparently still too out of his head to figure out what to do with them. You shake your head with a fond smile, gently wiping his cock down and drying it off before tucking it back into his pants, redoing them carefully and smoothing out the wrinkles he’d pinched into them. 

You clean yourself up next with a quick swipe between your legs, balling up the used tissues and wipes and putting them in the trash can inset in the limo door. Popping some gum into your mouth and then Seungkwan’s to get rid of the scent of bodily fluids, you glance over his face, noting that he should be fine with just a light reapplication of his cushion foundation and some setting powder. 

You take care of him without thinking about it, fixing his makeup and then his hair before moving on to yourself. He won’t stop staring at you, his eyes misty again and his mouth wobbling. 

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, watching as you restore your own appearance to its pre-interlude state. 

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your minty lips to his and settling back into his side when he lifts his arm for you. Soon enough, you’ll roll up to your wedding reception and enter as the Boos, but for now, you’re you and he’s him, and that’s all you could ever need. 

AN: i love boo seungkwan that is all i have to say about this

jk! i'm thinking about doing a less formal series of interludes like this, little breaks of fluff and smut in between big life events. i think it could be fun and a way to write more with less pressure! feel free to send in asks with ideas and i'll start keeping a list 💖

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[baby-iloveyou]

you could be a hand model

pairing: boo seungkwan from seventeen x afab!reader (gender not specified) genre: smut warnings: reader has a hand kink, fingering, slight brat!sk and very slight brat!reader, relationship between seungkwan and reader isn't really established but i wrote with roommates or friends in mind, use of petnames (baby), swearing, lowercase intentional summary: sometimes you need a break from studying. and sometimes you suddenly notice that seungkwan has very nice hands. and sometimes you really want those hands to touch you. word count: 2.2K writer notes: guys i can't take it anymore i need seungkwan so fucking much you really do not understand this is incredibly self-indulgent but i cannot care less he is SO HOT I NEED HIM AND HIS HANDS ON ME IN ME AHHH 

today was a regular thursday afternoon for you and seungkwan: sitting at home on your bed, studying with your shared playlist playing on the bluetooth speaker in front of you, once in a while complaining about how annoying the lecturer is of the one course you both follow.

"jesus, i need a break", you sighed after rewatching the same clip of your lecturer five times. "still not grasping the concept?" seungkwan looked up at you with a bit of worry on his face. "nope. professor fuckface over here can explain as well as a piece of bread that has fallen onto the floor and is covered in hairs and dust" you exclaimed - it didn't make any sense, but neither did the content of whatever your professor was trying to explain.

"i already offered my help but the offer still stands, you know?" seungkwan looked at you, slightly scooting over to your direction. you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes before looking at him. "i know, and i might have to take up that offer. but first i really want a break."

you put your laptop and notebook on the table, next to where the bluetooth speaker is standing, and sit at the edge of the bed. your hands are on your face, pose full of despair, before leaning back to lie down on the bed, hands still covering your face. seungkwan also puts his study materials away and also lies down next to you, with less despair - his hands rest folded on his stomach.

"uncover your face, y/n" seungkwan turned his head to you, waiting to see your face. a beat passed. no movement. "y/n, come on, it's fine" he tried once more, in the hopes you would remove your hands from your face. "i kinda like the darkness right now kwan: it looks a bit like my grade for this stupid course" you replied. seungkwan sighed, and sat upright to start prying your hands off your face. you finally opened your eyes and met eyes with seungkwan. you tried to cover your face again with your hands, but seungkwan held them down so you couldn't do so. "come on y/n, you're exaggerating."

you looked at your hands, pathetically stuck underneath his hands. you never really looked at his hands in detail - because why would you? that would've been weird - but they were very pretty. his fingers were long and slender, and they looked very well cared for. his nails were trimmed, no dirt underneath them, there were no signs of nail biting, and you could see his veins slightly pop out underneath his skin.

although your hands were stuck underneath his, you managed to grab his wrists, and direct his hands to your face - covering your eyes and face now with his hands. "if you don't allow me to cover my face with my own hands, this works for me too" you said, closing your eyes again now that seungkwan's hands were covering your face.

why did his hands smell good? did he use some lotion that just smelled really good? it would explain why they were so soft, lying there on your face, and he seemed like he took good care of his hands.

seungkwan pulled his hands slightly away from your face, one of his hands softly pinching your cheek as if you were a baby, "no y/n, i won't cover your face, just help you with understanding, understood?" his face scrunched up and he winked, as he smiled at you. you once again rolled your eyes at his face pinching, and sat up as well to be on the same level as him again.

"you know, you have good potential to become a hand model" you told seungkwan, whose eyebrows scrunched together, looking at you confused. "where did this thought come from? all of a sudden?" he turned his head, lost on why you suddenly brought this up. "i mean, your hands look very nice, they're really pretty, and you seem to take good care of them! so i just think you could be a hand model" you shrugged, directing your view at his hands first, and at his eyes again afterwards.

"well thank y-" seungkwan could not finish his sentence, as you accidentally interrupted him with "they also smell really nice". you realised what you said, and the both of you started laughing. "did you sniff my hands? do you have a hand kink or something, where is this coming from??" seungkwan said, while laughing at the situation.

oh, maybe that is why you suddenly felt such a strong urge to feel those fingers inside of you.

the thought of you having a hand kink never really crossed your mind, but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like he was right. "w-what? no!" you giggled, hoping to play it off convincingly. you pulled your legs up from the side of the bed, to sit cross-legged, body facing the man now in front of you.

unfortunately, the thing about seungkwan is that he is very observant. and he was painfully aware that you were not being honest with him.

"mhm, so then what's the flushed face about?" he now turned his entire body your way, so he had an even clearer view on you and your antics. you could see, no, feel, his eyes looking you up and down, a small smirk appearing on his face, as he softly raised one of his eyebrows.

your stomach started to go wild now, as boo seungkwan stared you down as if he was about to win first place in a staring competition. you tried to think of a witty comeback to his hand kink comment, but the more you thought about his hands, the more you wished they would be roaming your body right now, pulling down your pants, fingering you on this exact bed.

"i guess y/n has a hand kink~ how fun!" he licked his lips, and held up one of his hands in front of you. his hand slowly reached down to your hands, grabbing them and resting his hands on top of yours in between the two of you. your eyes rested on the way he held onto your hands, the way his veins popped out a bit more than before.

"i swear, the next time i find out about one of your kinks, you don't get to hear the end of it, boo!" you laughed and sighed, trying to distract yourself from how much just his hands were doing to you. seungkwan was very much enjoying your suffering.

"you'll never figure them out though, we both know you're very blind to things sometimes" he winked and smized at you. okay, that was true. you just wanted to say something so the thought of clenching around his fingers would go away-

"any thoughts on your mind right now? about my pretty hands?" you were about to give up on hiding, and just give in - he had you wrapped around his finger. there was no way you could go back to the time before those thoughts entered your brain-

"i did offer my help, i told you right?" and that broke you. you pulled your hands out of his hold and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer to you. one of your hands snaked into his fluffy hair, the other held his cheek so you could kiss him deeply. your lips played with his soft lips, kissing him as if he was your boyfriend and you had not seen him in two years.

you quickly managed to insert your tongue into his mouth, to which he responded very well. a bit too well. as you gasped for air, you whispered "not only have pretty hands, but you kiss really well, boo". your noses were still touching as you both took deep breaths. "i've been practising in my head" seungkwan exhaled. "i've been wanting to kiss you for so long already." you are taken aback, and slightly pull away. "wait, really? i never knew-" "didn't we just discuss how dense you sometimes are, y/n?" you both giggle shortly, before meeting eyes again and seeing the hunger within each others eyes.

your lips crash back onto each other, your hands now both in seungkwan's hair, his hands on the small of your back and at your neck. another breath of air: "jesus, you taste so good, so much better than anything i could imagine." you chuckle, "wait until you get to taste the other parts of me."

"what if i don't wait?"

if his words were setting your lower area ablaze earlier, this sentence had completely burnt down your cunt. you could feel yourself getting so incredibly wet, and with the thought of seungkwan not only fingering you like you imagined moments earlier, but also licking his fingers after he had touched you was sending you over the edge.

you placed a quick kiss on his lips, before speaking up. "please finger me." seungkwan bit his lip, happy to hear you speak the words he thought about ever since you made comments about his hands. you were not the only one with dirty thoughts, it seemed - seungkwan had his fair share of scenarios playing in his head.

his hands reached to your shorts, pulling them down slowly, together with your underwear. the cold air was now hitting your pussy, making you inhale. your eyes darted to his, and you were happy you did, but also jesus. his eyes had gone completely dark, he was about to go feral, his tongue was hanging out slightly, his mouth formed into a slight smirk. fuck, he is so incredibly hot.

his hands first traced your stomach, then stroked over your legs, and finally hovered over your dripping cunt. you were clenching around absolutely nothing, trying to thrust into something, only to be met with the cold air in your room.

"finger you, you said?" seungkwan cocked up an eyebrow. "yes, god, plea-" you couldn't finish your sentence, as he cupped your pussy, and had found your clit, now playing with it slowly while licking his lips. "what do i get out of this?" you huffed, both because of the stimulation as well as because of his question. "obviously the privilege to finger - oh my god - finger me" you moaned. your eyes kept opening and closing.

"okay, but other than that privilege? i have something in mind, if you want to hear it." you licked your lips, still sighing from the way he was touching you. "wh-what is it?"

"it's actually two things."

"well, go on then, as - oh fuck that's, that's good keep going - as long as you finger me now."

"well, the first thing..." seungkwan said, as he inserted his index finger into your sopping cunt, "is that you suck my dick after i've fingered you."

your brain knew these were all words you knew, and the offer sounded good for what you got from it. but currently you were simply in bliss from seungkwan finally inserting one of his slender, beautiful fingers into you.

"sure, whatever, can do-"

"the other one is...", he inserted another finger, "we go on a proper date sometime after this."

your brain actually processed this but you were in no capability to respond properly, as seungkwan had already started moving his fingers in and out, curling them, scissoring them.

and he felt so incredibly good inside of you. as if his stupid veiny thin slender long hands were made just to finger you.

"ahh, oh my god! ye-yes that sou-sounds good! god that feels so good too!" your moans got louder and louder as he kept fingering you. "you were- you were right seungkwan, ah fuck, i do have a hand kink". he grinned at your observation.

"maybe i have a 'y/n' kink. i'm already obsessed with you."

he kept curling his fingers, twisting them, hitting the perfect spots. his fingers were just the perfect length to hit your most sensitive spot when he curled them up. your moans and grunts turned into saying his name quite a few times now, followed by a "god i'm so close".

"seungkwan, i think - oh fuck - i think i'm gonna cum!"

the way his fingers just so perfectly filled you up. the way you kept clenching around his fingers. the way he was talking to you and looking at you.

he sped up the curling of his fingers, hitting your g-spot even more often, and on top of that added his other hand to toy with your clit now. that was the max.

"cum for me baby, i want to taste you so badly."

you clenched hard around his fingers, cumming on his hand. you could feel a little bit of cum touch your inner thigh as he removed his hands from your vagina.

seungkwan looked you straight in the eyes. brought his hand up to eye level. brought it to his mouth. licked your essence straight off his fingers. hummed.

"if that's how you always react to my hands and me fingering you, i want to do this every single day."

he licked his hands completely clean, leaned forward to kiss you, so you could still taste yourself on his tongue, and sat back again.

"so, do i get my part of the deal now?"

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen #svt hard hours #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan hard hours #seungkwan smut #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #svt #boo seungkwan hard hours

[seokgyuu]

→ PAIRING: Chan (Dino) x Afab!Reader x Seungkwan. → GENRE: Friends to Lovers, kinda comedy, tiny bit of fluff, adult content: smut MDNI. → SYNOPSIS: One night of careless drinking with your 13 closest friends leads to Chan and Seungkwan finally finding out you have a crush on them. How lucky you are that the feelings are mutual and that they want to show you just how much they worship you. → WARNINGS: alcohol use, cursing, mutual masturbation (m/m), dirty talk, loads of kissing (m/f/m), blowjobs, mouth, throat and cheek fucking, cum eating, softdom!chan, oral (f receiving), use of petnames: baby, princess, slut, protected sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), multiple orgasms, really this is filthy lmao → WORDCOUNT: 10.7k

A/N: hello!! what started as a boochan brainrot ended in a boochan brainrot for @bitchlessdino's birthday!! so, here it is your 10k long monster of a present because this girl cannot stfu. i love you and i hope you have the best birthday ever! for everyone else, you are obviously also allowed to enjoy this filthy peace of work! i would appreciate a reblog & comment as that makes my day <;3

Perhaps your ability to fake it was slowly becoming a problem. Fine, being an acting major and all, having even starred in a few theater productions it wasn’t exactly a surprise you were a good actor, but this extent even shocked you.You were at a restaurant with your friends, all of them drinking and having fun and while you at least acted like you had the same amount of fun, you knew well enough you weren’t. It wasn’t like your friends weren’t any fun, no, they were, but two of them in particular had you literally sweating bricks since the moment they had sat down.

In your time at SVT university, you had made a total of 13 friends. All of them boys, all of them already connected from before. The first one you had met was Mingyu, a tall, handsome fella who had adopted you on orientation night when you had struggled to finish all of the shots you and the other freshmen were supposed to drink. Back then you had been a lightweight but being friends with 13 maniacs (even though a couple of them didn’t drink alcohol) had shaped you into a whole new being. So, Mingyu had taken it upon himself to introduce you to his friends and soon enough you found yourself to be all of their little sister.

And for a while that was fine, you didn’t particularly care about them being good-looking or campus crushes, no, to you they were just the guys that had taken you in when you had no one on your side. Moving to the city on your own with no friends or family wasn’t easy, and these 13 idiots had somehow managed to make you feel right at home. They still made you feel at home when only half of you were still in Uni and the rest had graduated, gotten jobs, bought apartments. But as mentioned before it was only fine for a while. Because the more time you spent with them, all of you together or in smaller groups or individually, the more you noticed that two of them made it harder for you to just want to remain friends.

The restaurant wasn’t full, considering it was a Tuesday evening, but since your group was big enough, you were sure the owners would still consider this a successful evening, nonetheless. Right now, you were seated between Mingyu and Jihoon, the table in front of you filled with countless different types of food, your stomach full and your mind a little blurry from the soju you had already drank. You had started playing drinking games about an hour ago, going from wild to mild. At this point, you all had your fingers raised for a (not so) sweet round of “Never have I ever”.

“Okay, uhm, never have I ever…slept with two people in the same night!” Jun seemed extremely happy about his idea. Raising your brows, you watched how basically all of the 95ers, Soonyoung, Minghao and, surprisingly, Hansol, folded a finger.

“Hansolie?” You asked, a grin spreading on your face, and he shrugged as he looked over to you.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much about it, just that at 1am I met this girl, and we hooked up, I went to another club with her and ended up bringing another one home.”

“Ah, yes, I remember that,” Seokmin nodded, pointing at him with his index finger, “the first girl was pissed, but Chan took good care of her, didn’t you, Channie?”

Everyone laughed now, Chan’s cheeks bright red. Well, everyone but you. You just sat there, looking at Chan who was next to Seungkwan, who was also laughing. Suddenly you felt the need to be the first one to fold all fingers and drink your whole glass in one go.

It really wasn’t easy, you had figured out, having feelings for not just one, but two of your closest friends. To this day you hadn’t told a soul about it, and up to this point no one had noticed any changes in your behavior. That’s where the acting major came in handy. Clearing your throat, you put on a grimace.

“Yah, don’t talk about the girl like that, Seokmin oppa,” you scolded him and he put his hands together, bowing his head repeatedly as he continued to say “sorry, ma’am”. You scoffed and shook your head looking over at Jeonghan, who was next to Jun and had to say the next never have I ever.

“Never have I ever sucked a dick,” he said, smiling innocently. You took a deep breath and folded a finger. Hansol, Josh and Minghao followed.

“Look at that, our girl is finally having more than one finger down,” of course Jeonghan had targeted you, knowing he was going to take some of his boy-friends with him, but at least only those with at least seven fingers still up.

“Is that what we’re gonna do now?” You asked, shaking your hair so it would fall backwards from your shoulder and over your back.

“I just think we ask too many straight-male pointed questions. We should be more inclusive in this group!” Jeonghan smiled even wider, and you clicked your tongue, deciding not to answer him.

“Gonna be honest, I don’t even want to imagine Y/N sucking anyone off, like that’s our baby!” Mingyu said, arm now hanging over your chair. For fuck’s sake. You sighed, looking over at him.

“I’m not even a full year younger than Chan, you doofus.”

“At least call him doofus oppa, Y/N,” Cheol grinned, while Mingyu looked incredibly offended. You laughed and nudged Mingyu with your elbow before looking back at Jeonghan, who had a knowing grin on his face, a knowing grin that had you confused. Why did he grin like that?

“Me next!” Soonyoung stretched one arm into the air, his face red from the alcohol. You shook your head slightly, deciding to ignore Jeonghan and just hope whatever he had planned wouldn’t actually come true.

“Never have I ever had a crush on a close friend of mine!”

You felt your blood freeze. A crush on a close friend? Slowly, your eyes moved to Jeonghan, who, of course, was looking right at you. His finger stayed up.

You didn’t take notice of how Chan and Seungkwan folded their fingers. 

Leaning back in your chair, you decided to lie. Who said you had to tell the truth here? Crossing your one leg over the other and grabbing a piece of kimchi with your chopsticks to shove it into your mouth, you were content with your choice. At least for approximately three seconds.

“Yah! Y/N, you need to drink!” Soonyoung pointed at you with the arm he had stretched out before, and you choked on the piece of kimchi.

The table seemed confused – or at least a part of it did. While you coughed and Mingyu hit your back repeatedly to help, his face in a frown at Soonyoung, everyone on Jeonghan’s left side seemed just as lost as you felt, while everyone on his right side up until Joshua seemed as if they were more annoyed at Soonyoung. Jihoon, next to you, looked just as confused.

“Excuse me?” You croaked out now, reaching for your water glass, and taking a big sip.

“Ah, common, we have it figured out! You have a crush on Mingyu!”

And the water landed right on your food, spat out of your mouth.

“She- what?!” Mingyu’s eyes widened, while you tried to recover from your earlier coughing fit as well as the one that was now shaking you.

“Hyung, common! We wanted to get it out of her slowly!” Seokmin complained and Soonyoung sighed.

“Do you even know how much we drank? If we do any more shots, we will all die, Seokmin-ah!”

“I do- I do not have a crush on Mingyu!” you finally managed to say, a napkin in your balled fist, “what makes you think I do?!”

Now, everyone looked at you, including Jeonghan who raised his brows.

“You don’t?” He asked, obviously not believing you. You scoffed.

“No, I don’t. And now tell me why you would even think so?”

Jeonghan shifted on his seat, and you were slightly uncomfortable with all the eyes on you – especially Chan’s and Seungkwan’s. How on earth had Jeonghan gotten this so wrong?

“Well, uh, I overheard a conversation you had the other day. With one of your friends? Yuri, I believe?”

You began to wreck your brain. A conversation you had had with Yuri? You remembered talking to her the other day, remembered that she had asked you something and-

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, pulling a hand through your hair, “I don’t have a crush on him, she does!”

And scene. The silence was louder than words. Then – laughter. Everyone but Jeonghan, who’s mouth was now shaped like an “o”, laughed loudly, Jun placing his hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder.

“Yah, hyung, how bad are you at eavesdropping, hm?” The older guy didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you. You shook your head, a grin spreading on your lips.

“Feels bad to be embarrassed like this, huh? And to think you wanted to do that to me, oppa. Seriously, me liking Mingyu? You couldn’t have gotten it more wrong.” Pause. You noticed it just around the same time as everyone else. The laughter died down and made room for curious eyebrow raises. Shit.

“So, you’re saying there is someone you like?” Jeonghan was right back in his element, the annoying smirk back on his lips and, god, did you want to punch it off right then and there. Maybe even take some off the leftover perilla leaves and stuff them in his mouth.

All eyes were on you now. Clicking your tongue, you leaned forward.

“Did you really think you’d just get me to confess potential feelings to one of you right now?” You looked straight at Jeonghan, who shrugged with an innocent grin.

“If we got you drunk enough, why not?” Oh, he was such a menace. Did he really think you were this stupid? You scoffed and leaned back, arms crossed.

“Even if I would allow myself to get super drunk, never would I ever tell you anything. At least not with all of us together.”

“So, you’re saying there is someone you have a crush on?” Mingyu now chimed in, basically asking the same question as Jeonghan had before. You closed your eyes momentarily, contemplating how on earth you could still make these mistakes when you had literally been living with these crushes for ages and nothing had ever slipped out. Perhaps it was the alcohol. And the fact that both Seungkwan and Chan just looked way too good tonight.

You had watched them both to the best of your abilities, trying not to get caught (and apparently you hadn’t, considering everyone thought you had a crush on Mingyu). Seungkwan had been in a bit of a mood when he had arrived, and for some reason his slight annoyance made you want to jump his bones right then and there. That mixed with the way he drowned shots, his pretty fingers around the glass, almost flipping the glass over but skilfully stopping it at the last second. Even though you didn’t understand why… it was insanely attractive. His black polo and sweats, the way his brown hair fell into his face. All about him had you in a chokehold. It was basically the same with Chan. Sporting a zip up hoodie and jeans, a black t-shirt underneath, smiling and laughing loudly along when anyone made a joke. These two were in some ways complete opposites and still fell in perfectly together. As much as they often pretended to despise one another, it was safe to say they were actually the best of friends, inseparable. Perhaps that was why you hadn’t just fallen for one of them, but both. 

Sitting at the table now, with your friends all quieter than you had ever seen them, you decided that it was time to get this over with. Sighing, you waved the waiter over, who you then proceeded to ask for a pen and paper, all whilst the 13 guys surrounding you looked more than just a little confused. 

“What exactly are you doing?” Wonwoo asked now, his eyebrows raised just like the rest of them. Instead of answering you thanked the waiter when he brought you your desired items and slid closer to the table with your chair.

“Since you are all so curious, why don’t we end this once and for all, hm? I’m going to put an X on one of these papers and hand them out to you. If you’re getting the X, and you are interested in me as well, you can come over to my place tomorrow at 8. If you don’t have time, make it,” you were ripping apart the paper until you had 13 almost identical pieces, acting like you were writing on every single one of them (your hand shielding you) and finally folding them together. The boys stared at you with their mouths dropped.

“If you’re not interested, just forget it happened, alright? First and foremost we are friends, and I don’t want that to change, got it?” Now, you got up from your chair, all the small pieces in your hand. You knew which ones held the X’s, ready to give them to Seungkwan and Chan when you reached them, not really able to stop your heart from racing. As you started handing them out, you cleared your throat.

“Oh, and don’t open them now. Open them later, okay? I don’t want this to get any more awkward.” 

When you finally reached the two men of your desire, you managed to stay calm just like before. You had successfully convinced yourself that this was just another performance of yours; the boys were your audience and you were inviting them to perform with you, they were a pawn in your game, a piece of your art. Thinking like this made it easy to not be embarrassed and worried about the outcome of this little play. It helped you discard the thought of Seungkwan and Chan going home to their shared apartment later, of them opening the papers either together or alone and then seeing an X, most probably going to tell the other. And just like that they would know that you liked them both. 

Sitting back down once everyone had received their papers, you grabbed your shot glass. 

“Now that that’s done. Shall we continue?”

–

Living together had never been more nerve wracking than right now. Seungkwan and Chan sat in the taxi, both quiet, the papers you had given out heavy in their pockets. Neither of them had said a word, mostly because they wouldn’t even know what to say. It had been a while since they had found out they liked the same person - namely the girl that had just given out papers that would either have one of them feel the luckiest he had ever been and one shattered, or both just disappointed, but at least disappointed together. They hadn’t even thought about the third option. 

Arriving at their shared place, the door falling closed behind them, the two kicked off their shoes and slowly made their way into the living space, a relatively big room with a couch and a TV, a small dining table and finally the open kitchen with an island that they used way more frequently than the table. Without exchanging words they sat down on two stools, their hearts racing as they put their respective papers on the island.

“Who goes first?” Chan asked, hands clasped together on top of the island. Seungkwan gulped.

“Together?” He suggested then and Chan nodded, his sweaty hands letting go of each other to reach for the tiny thing holding so much power. Seungkwan did the same, his throat dry and an unwelcome feeling in his stomach. In his mind it was either neither of them or Chan. Everyone loved Chan, girls loved Chan. He was charming and handsome and some even called him pretty. He was funny and kind, he had an incredible build and his dancing abilities were to die for. Seungkwan, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly popular with the ladies, at least not in the way Chan was. Yes, he was popular because he was funny and outgoing, because he always knew how to make a room laugh and how to present himself as the goofy friend. He had had one girlfriend all his life and that was about all the experience he had. He didn’t even know where to start with Chan. 

“Alright then. On three?” Chan looked over at his best friend, who nodded slightly. He could literally see the sweat forming on Seungkwan’s forehead, could hear the speed of his heartbeat. While Chan wished for it to be himself, of course, he also kind of wished it would be Seungkwan you liked. He knew he wasn’t going to be mad at his best friend if he was the one you wanted. More so the opposite. Smiling at him now, Chan leaned over, his elbow softly nudging him in the side.

“Hyung, it’s gonna be fine, okay? Whatever the outcome, we will be fine.” The words touched Seungkwan more than they probably should and somehow he managed an honest smile before taking a deep breath.

“Okay. One.”

“Two.”

“Three!” The two of them said the last number in union, opening the papers at the same time, only to suck in their breaths. Two perfectly written Xs were right there in front of them. For the first few seconds they only stared at the paper, both of their hearts leaping out of their chests, their stomachs doing flips, butterflies spreading throughout every inch of their body. But then they realized what they were seeing, their heads almost simultaneously twirling around to look at the other. When neither of them saw disappointment, they felt confusion. When they looked at the other’s paper, they felt even more confusion. 

The next hour was spent calling the 11 other friends that had been at the restaurant receiving a paper. 

The hours after that were spent on Seungkwan’s bed, staring at the ceiling in their pjs. 

“So,” Chan said after what felt like an eternity of silence.

“So,” Seungkwan replied.

“She likes both of us.” Hearing the words out loud made them seem sillier. Unreal, as well. 

“Apparently,” Seungkwan shifted on his back, hands clasped and laid on his stomach, “what do we- what do we do?”

“I guess we’ll go to her place tomorrow.”

“Both of us?”

“She said whoever has an X on their paper is invited over at 8pm, hyung. So yes. Both of us.”

“And then what?”

Chan stayed silent at that once again. Yeah, then what? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he let the thought run through his mind. If you liked both of them, it could mean two things. One, you would want to choose eventually which one you liked better. But this seemed unlikely. You weren’t an indecisive person, they knew that. They knew you. So, option two seemed more realistic, while it also remained the somehow scarier one. 

“I think,” Chan started, turning his head to face Seungkwan who was still staring ahead, “I think she wants us both. As in, she wants to date us both.” 

Now, Seungkwan looked over at him. 

“You really think so?”

“The other option just seems so unlike her. I think she has made her mind up about it and that’s why she even did this tonight. Yeah, she was kind of blindsided because Jeonghan hyung was being his same old enabler self, but… she wouldn’t have told us if she wasn’t ready to… you know. Commit to this.”

“And do you want to commit to this?” Seungkwan asked, wondering what Chan would answer. He was also wondering what he himself would answer. 

“I don’t know. I think… I think I like her a lot, hyung. Like a whole damn lot. And I know you do too. You’re my best friend and I don’t- I don’t know how to explain this, but I feel like, if it’s with you I would be able to… do this.”

Surprise was displayed on the older boy’s face and he slowly sat up, Chan following his movement. 

“So you’re saying that… if she wants both of us to be her boyfriends, you would be cool with that?”

“Yeah. I think so,” Chan hesitated a moment, “what about you?”

And there the question was. Laid out in front of Seungkwan, who had no idea what to say. Yes, he liked you. He liked you so, so much. But could he be in a poly relationship with you and his best friend? Could he- suddenly, the thought of Chan with you invaded his mind. You on top of Chan, kissing him, Chan’s hands all over your body, touching your skin. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch you, to hear you moan as Chan was kissing you, his hands somewhere between your legs…

“I think I would be too,” he breathed out now, his cheeks a little red and Chan looked at him attentively. Something in Seungkwan’s face, in his voice, had piqued his interest. He tilted his head, curiosity getting the best of him.

“What did you just think about?” He asked, not entirely sure why he was this intrigued. 

“I-,” Seungkwan noticed the glint in Chan’s eyes, noticed the obvious curiosity and felt excitement rush over him. Clearing his throat, he laid back down on his back, Chan’s eyes on him at all times.

“I thought about what she would look like on top of you,” Seungkwan finally explained, not looking at his friend but instead back at the ceiling. His blood was rushing through his ears and down to his cock that slowly but surely grew in size. Chan stared at him, not sure what he had expected to hear and while a part of him had known it was something sexual, hearing it from Seungkwan himself made goosebumps erupt all over his skin.

When Chan didn’t say anything, Seungkwan continued.

“I thought about what she would sound like, what her moans would sound like when you touch her,” he licked his lips, the image back and so clear in front of his eyes. Now, Chan also laid down next to him, eyes fixed on a spot above them.

“I can see that, too, you know. Her on top of you. Her hips grinding down because she is so desperate for friction. She always seems so confident and in control, but I think when she’s horny she doesn’t have any of that control left.”

“Yeah, and she would.. she would be begging for us to touch her, to-,”

“To fuck her,” Chan finished the sentence for Seungkwan, who now felt his dick reach the ultimate hardness. 

“Y-yeah,” Seungkwan stuttered, head dizzy, thoughts full of you and Chan and himself, in between the sheets, your wet and throbbing pussy around his size while you had your mouth on Chan’s hard cock. He had seen Chan naked more times than not, but none of these times had he been hard and for whatever reason, right now, he wished he had.

“Shit, I can totally see her, whiny and pouting, wanting all her holes stuffed with cocks, our cocks. She would suck on them so prettily, get her whole mouth full, wanting to touch herself but we wouldn’t let her, instead you’d go down on her, lick up her pussy and she’d moan around my cock, making me slip down further. Fuck, I bet she can take cock down all the way, I could feel it when i press down on her throat.”

Seungkwan had given up midway through Chan’s words. His hand was now down his pants, palming himself over his briefs, eyes closed as he listened to Chan’s voice. All the images of you were flooding his mind, making his hips move against his hand in a desperate attempt for even more friction. 

Chan noticed Seungkwan then. Heard the noises his best friend made, his skin slightly beginning to tingle. Swallowing down the phantom lump in his throat, he let his own hand slip into his sweats, feeling his hard cock against the palm of his hand. Precum had already stained his briefs and he imagined you on your knees, sucking on his tip, catching the drips of his arousal. 

“Do you think she’d let us fuck her tomorrow?” Seungkwan asked then, out of breath and his hand now fully around his clothed cock. Chan groaned at the question.

“God, I sure hope she does. Maybe on her couch? Sitting on my lap, riding me and you can fuck her sweet little mouth.”

“Fuck, bet she looks so pretty with her lips spread around our cocks,” both of them now slipped their hands fully into their underwear, the precum making it easy for them to jerk off. This had never happened before. Neither of them had ever just masturbated with a friend present. But this situation was oddly erotic and almost felt natural. Hearing each other breath hard, the slick of their wet dicks against their hands, the shifting of the duvet underneath them, as they arched their backs, fucking into their fists.

“Wanna see her tits full of our cum, fuck,” Chan bit down on his lip, hand speeding up and Seungkwan nodded harshly, vivid images of you naked and sprawled on his bed, cum decorating your body. In his head you would look at them with big, round eyes, fingers dipping into the white cream, sucking it off right after. He wondered if you liked to swallow cum, if you liked having it all over you. A part of him believed that you did. 

“S-Shit, Y/N,” Seungkwan moaned finally, his orgasm hitting him just then, only a few seconds before Chan was hit by his own, cum shooting out and into his underwear. The two men moaned your name, fucking themselves through their orgasms before coming down from their highs, hands still around their softening cocks, chests heaving.

Without saying anything, Chan got up first to go to the bathroom and clean himself up, the post-nut clarity giving himself a bit of a freakout. Seungkwan felt the same as he stood up as well, heart pumping in his chest at godspeed, his now dirty briefs finding their way into his dirty laundry basket and a new pair found its way onto his body. Also slipping into a new pair of sweats, Seungkwan turned around when he heard the ajar door opening wider. Chan stood there, a new pair of underwear and pants on his frame. 

“Can I sleep here?” Chan asked then. Seungkwan didn’t have to think twice before he nodded. 

–

7:45 pm the next day and you had prepared yourself as well as your apartment for either success or failure. Right now, you had dimly lit your living area, candles on top of the couch table with three plates and sets of chopsticks, the Chinese take-out you knew Seungkwan and Chan liked so much stored in the microwave. You had no idea if they were coming. You were just hoping they would. The closer it got to 8 pm, the more your stomach turned in fear and excitement. You had put on what you would consider your sexiest outfit; a dark green bodycon dress that reached down to the middle of your thighs. A bit of silver jewelry and your hair in the way you usually liked it - you were more than content with yourself for the evening. 

There is still a chance they won’t even show up.

Biting down on your painted lips, you let your eyes wander off to the clock by the door. 7:57 pm. Trying to make yourself calm down, you poured wine into one of the glasses standing on the table, drowning it in one go. While liquid courage might not have been the best solution - it still was one. Putting the glass back down, you almost dropped it to the floor when you heard your doorbell ring. Instantly, your heart began racing, eyes close to popping out as you hurried over to the door. Buzzing them up, you began one of your breathing exercises that you would usually do before going on stage. This wasn’t much different from stage fright- just that it was real and you wouldn’t have the chance to do it better the next night. No, this was it, this was the moment you had been hoping for, dreaming of. 

The knock on your door brought you back to the here and now and after shaking out your shoulders one last time, you finally opened the door. 

Nothing could have prepared the three of you for the feelings flooding you the moment the door was open, leaving nothing between you anymore. Seungkwan and Chan held their breaths once their eyes laid on you. The way you looked in your dress, showing off every single one of your curves. Knowing full well that you put on this dress for them made both of them feel their throats dry up. For a moment they were one, Chan and Seungkwan, their hearts beating the same beat only for you. Right then, it was only them and you on this earth and they were sure to make you feel just how much you meant to them.

And you? You couldn’t believe they were really here, both of them. Dressed in similar outfits, Chan wore a white dress shirt under a black jacket, while Seungkwan was dressed in all black. They looked incredible. 

“You’re here,” you finally breathed out and the boys nodded, their eyes never leaving you.

“Of course,” Chan replied, a small smile playing on his lips making your knees weak. 

“I’m glad. Come on in,” You took a step to the side, watching them as they walked inside your apartment. They had been here many times before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Already now did you feel goosebumps all over you, feel the urge to touch them, kiss them. All the things you had successfully suppressed over the time you had liked them were coming up at once, knocking the air right out of you. 

After leaving their shoes at the door, the two of them followed you inside, their eyes slightly widening when they saw what you had prepared. The candles and the dim lights. The prettily set couch table. 

“I ordered Chinese. Your favorite, I, uh, hope that’s okay,” you smiled, walking into the kitchen where you got the food containers out of the microwave, happy that they still seemed warm. Chan and Kwan watched you, both of them smiling warmly. 

“That’s perfect, thanks Y/N,” Kwan said, taking the food from your hands to bring them over to the table. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you thanked him and finally you and Chan followed him over to the table where you finally sat down. 

The nervosity clearly flowing around the table wasn’t too bad, you thought, but you did want to somehow ease the situation. Clearing your throat you poured both of them a glass of wine, sitting at the head of the table and the two men to your left and right. Their eyes on you made all of you tingle.

“Thanks,” they hummed when they took their glasses and you finally all had something to drink. 

“Well, here is to tonight,” your voice was thankfully way more confident than you felt. Clinking your glasses you all took a sip from the red liquid, feeling the warmth of the alcohol joining the warmth of the situation. Chan and Seungkwan exchanged a look before letting their eyes linger on you again. 

“So, you’re probably wondering what this,” you used your hands to make a circle between you and them, “is about?” 

“We did come up with two possible options,” Chan nodded and you looked over at him.

“Okay.” God, how on earth were you supposed to play it cool when he looked at you this way? Chan was always handsome, but tonight was different somehow. His white button down wasn’t fully buttoned, very obviously showing the necklace he was wearing, silver and sexy and your absolute weakness. His hair was styled up, only a few strands falling into his face and, shit, did he look delicious. 

“One of them was that you would tell one of us to leave at the end of the night,” he continued, watching you closely. You had already anticipated that this was the first thing they’d come up with. Society’s take on polygamy and all. Slowly, you nodded, wanting him to keep talking.

“The second one,” Seungkwan now chimed in, your head turning to him. He was also a sight to behold. Brown hair falling into his forehead as it always did. Pretty rings on his just as pretty fingers catching the light of the candles.

“Was you wanting both of us.”

Your stomach turned, the tone of his voice going straight between your legs. Gulping down, you nodded again.

“I see. Well, which one do you think is more likely?” 

“The second one,” Chan answered immediately, Seungkwan nodding in agreement. If you were honest, this had been the thing you had been scared of the most. Them finding out you wanted both of them and feeling appalled by it. But judging by their reaction right now… it didn’t seem like they were.

“And you’re okay with that?” You asked cautiously and they chuckled, both of them shuffling closer to you. It was almost as if the whole room suddenly shifted. Your breath hitched when you felt their body heat in such close proximity. 

“Very much,” Chan said, his hand softly caressing your cheek.

“More than okay, actually,” Seungkwan added, his lips right by your ear. Your core began throbbing, wetness gathering at your entrance, dripping out of you when you saw the way they both looked at you. Full of hunger, want, lust. 

“I- I’m happy to hear that,” you whispered and then, without another moment going to waste, Chan kissed you softly. His lips tasted like wine and like him, and when he parted your lips, his tongue knocking into yours, all of you began to tremble. Seungkwan took it upon himself to shower your exposed neck with sensual kisses, his one hand finding your bare thigh and squeezing the flesh. You moaned into Chan’s mouth, feeling the older male’s hand on the other side of your neck. 

Sure, you had thought that maybe at some point, if the two of them agreed to this, it would come to sex. Never had you expected it to go this way, them on you not even five minutes after they had set foot into your apartment. Not that you were complaining. Trying to figure out what to do with your hands you put one on Chan’s cheek, while the other laid down on Seungkwan’s resting on your leg, your lips moving against Chan’s in perfect rhythm. 

When Chan parted from you, you turned your head, facing Seungkwan now who’s eyes seemed to sparkle when your gazes met, a small smile on both of your lips before you leaned in. Seungkwan tasted like wine as well, but different from Chan. They both had tastes that you could only describe as addictive, your hands now moving and finding themselves on Seungkwan’s chest and Chan’s neck, Chan who now took it upon himself to take over Seungkwan’s earlier mission. The kisses he left all over your neck and shoulders made you shiver and he chuckled against your skin, the vibrations making you moan again, this time into Seungkwan’s mouth. 

“Perhaps we should move this somewhere else,” Chan suggested and Seungkwan parted from you, your eyes shifting between them.

“W-What about the food?” You croaked, Chan smirking as his thumb slid over your bottom lip.

“You have a microwave right? We can heat that up… later.”

–

You wouldn’t say that you lacked sexual experience. But then again you had never had a threesome before and up until you had started liking two of your closest friends, you had never thought you wanted one either. 

Chan was behind you, his hands on the zipper of your favorite dress, slowly tugging it down. Seungkwan was in front of you, his hands on your cheeks as he kissed you passionately, your tongues in a heated dance, lips moving together as if they had never done anything else. How wonderful it was, both of them being good kissers. You loved kissing, but it happened more often than not that partners of yours just didn’t really know how to. Seungkwan and Chan, though, definitely took the cake. Sliding the dress off your body, Chan began to fondle your exposed skin, fingertips dancing over your skin, making goosebumps erupt once more. He let his mouth draw lines over your shoulder blades and the back of your neck, letting his tongue flick against your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch them both, wanted to feel them, find out everything there was to know about what they liked. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Chan whispered against your ear, his teeth finding your lobe and biting down on it, a whimper escaping you that had Seungkwan’s hands move down to your hips, gripping you tightly.

“Fuck, do that again, Channie,” he sighed and Chan did as asked, another whimper making both of their dicks twitch. 

“So, so hot,” Chan brought his nimble fingers to the clasp of your bra, opening it without any trouble and soon you found yourself mostly naked - with the exception of your thong. Now, Chan’s hands moved over your stomach and up to your breasts, squeezing them, massaging them, thumb and index around your stiff nipples, your back arching against Seungkwan who still kissed you with so much fire it made you almost lose your footing. Being sandwiched in between them was better than anything you had ever experienced before, and when you thought about their cocks and how they would feel inside you, you couldn't help but grind your ass against Chan’s crotch.

“Oh? Are you needy, baby?” Chan teased, biting into your shoulder before sucking and leaving a perfectly red mark right there.

“Mhm, w-want you to get undressed too, ‘s unfair,” you whined, and Seungkwan looked at Chan over your shoulder, both of them wearing a smirk that definitely meant trouble. 

“Is that right?” Seungkwan caressed the back of your head now, soft fingers through your hair and you nodded, a pout on your pretty lips. 

“Well, who would we be to deny your wish?” Turning you around by the shoulders, Chan proceeded to push you down on your knees, your eyes widening when you felt the carpet hit your naked legs. Above you, the two men now began unbuttoning their shirts, their eyes never leaving you, and once they were done the pieces of clothing landed on the floor next to your dress and bra. You couldn’t stop staring at them. Both of them were extremely well built, even if Seungkwan didn’t really think so about himself. While Chan sported more muscle, Seungkwan’s body had something elegant, his shoulders wide, his neck probably the prettiest thing about him. Your eyes wandered over their abs, Chan’s maybe a bit more defined than Kwan’s, mouth watering when you saw their happy trails leading to what you could only presume to be the prettiest dicks you’d ever see. 

“Be a good girl and help us with our pants, Y/N,” Chan said, and only now did you realize that he would be the one fully in charge. Your pussy throbbed at the thought and you nodded obediently, hands lifting to first open Chan’s trousers, button, then zipper shoving them down his lean legs, his thighs that made you clench around nothing. You looked up at him, saw the hunger in his eyes and bit your lip, not allowing yourself to let your eyes linger too long on his very obvious erection. Instead, you moved on to Seungkwan, doing the same as with Chan, just that this time you couldn’t help it. Seungkwan’s cock was big. Bigger than you had imagined. Your mouth dropped open and you were sure you were about to drool. Meanwhile, the two watched you, Seungkwan feeling his whole body grow hot when he saw the way you looked at his cock. He knew he was big, probably bigger than most of his peers, but he never really talked or felt like bragging about it. So, of course you’d be surprised. Chan, on the other side, smirked, seeing you in this state was incredibly hot and he snapped his finger once, making your head turn to him in an instant.

“Like Seungkwannie’s cock? How about you let it fuck your pretty mouth?”

Judging by the way Seungkwan twitched at Chan’s words, at least he was happy with that suggestion. But, so were you. Nodding your head, you looked back at Seungkwan, who inhaled sharply, his hands now tugging down his briefs exposing his hard, huge, leaking cock.

“Oh my god, Seungkwannie… s-so big,” you mumbled, your tongue shooting out to collect the precum that was pooling at his slit. He moaned slightly, finding the back of your head with his left hand.

“Slowly, babe. We don’t want you suffocating,” he smiled and you shivered, leaning forward to finally catch him between your lips. Hell, was it better than either of your imaginations. You, on your knees, lips stretched out around Kwan’s cock. Chan felt himself twitch, moving behind you, exchanging a look with Seungkwan. 

“Good girl, so good for us,” Chan praised you now, when you took even more of Seungkwan into your mouth. The older of the two men couldn’t help but let out breathy moans that spurred you on even more, the determination to get him completely down your throat bigger than ever. And then you felt it. Felt Chan’s hands on either side of your head, shoving you forward. He was moving your head to match Seungkwan’s pleasure. Fuck, that was hot. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, instead they rolled back, and Seungkwan watched you with his own mouth dropped, before he slowly looked up at Chan who’s eyes were locked on the way his best friend’s dick was sliding in and out of your throat. You felt Seungkwan twitch on your tongue, his tip now repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, gags erupting your body as well as chokes that made both men feel even more feral than before. 

Chan began moving you down Seungkwan’s cock quicker now, Seungkwan sure he wasn’t going to last long anymore, but a part of him didn’t really mind. He knew he was probably going to watch Chan fuck you and, fuck, was he excited to see that. Moaning your name, he grabbed some of your hair, pulling on it as he couldn’t help but buckle his hips. Tears were streaming down your face, but nothing about this was unenjoyable. Every thrust of Seungkwan’s hips combined with Chan’s pushing of your head was everything you had hoped for and more. Your core was dripping at this point, the thong useless, arousal dripping down onto the carpet and if you had been in any other headspace you might have begun asking yourself how you were gonna get that out. “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Seungkwan cried out, his hips moving at a sloppier pace now and you groaned, excitement flowing through you.

“Do you want Seungkwan to cum in your mouth, baby? Or should he come somewhere else?” Chan pulled you off Seungkwan’s cock, you finally able to catch your breath, chest heaving and your eyes blinking rapidly. 

“W-wanna eat his cum, can I?” 

“God, yes, yes you can,” Seungkwan slipped into your mouth again and Chan smirked as he now let his best friend take the lead and instead sat down on the bed, palming himself over his briefs watching Seungkwan fuck down your throat desperately. You held onto his thighs, eyes rolled back again, hearing yourself gag over and over again mixed with the dirty sound of his slick cock inside your hot mouth making it hard for you not to just come untouched. 

“You take my cock so well, such a good girl, so perfect for my big cock,” Seungkwan whined, and you nodded as well as you could with him rutting down your throat. When you pressed your tongue against his girth, sliding along his veins, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He moaned your name once more, pushing your head as close to his abdomen as possible, his hot thick cum shooting down your throat. You tried your best to swallow it all, but some escaped your mouth when he finally pulled out, his eyes unfocused by the strength of that orgasm. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at who made a mess,” Chan titled his head looking at you and you let your fingers slide over your chin where traces of Seungkwan were still present, sucking them into your mouth.

“Seungkwannie is so tasty,” you giggled then, eyes wandering from Chan back to the man who had just fucked the life out of your mouth. His spent cock twitched at your words and he caressed your face, before helping you back on your feet, his lips catching yours, leading you into a soft kiss that made another set of butterflies go crazy inside your stomach. 

Fondness engulfed Chan now, who still sat on the bed. He really hadn’t thought this was possible, but sometimes life took a turn no one could have predicted. Him being happy about his best friend kissing the girl he liked. Him being hard as a rock from watching his bist friend fuck your mouth. Now, he felt immense proudness somehow, proud that apparently all of you were mature enough to not be jealous or possessive - even though he wasn’t so sure how he’d feel if anyone else joined or had you. Maybe it was just him and Seungkwan he liked around you in this way. 

“Come here,” he now said and you and Seungkwan parted, you now walking over to Chan, while Seungkwan took a seat on the bed as well, resting against the headboard. You came to a halt in front of the pretty man and his hands found their way to your waist, right above the waistband of your drenched thong. Licking his hips, he pulled you closer.

“We should get rid of this, shouldn’t we?” he asked, but it was rhetorical. The next second he had already begun shoving it down, a shiver going through you when your wet cunt hit the air of the room. You stepped out of the underwear and Chan pulled you even closer, his breath fanning over your stomach. Your eyes never left his, feeling his fingers glide upwards again, his right hand moving between your thighs and getting a breathy gasp out of you when his fingertips touched your pussy.

“Fuck, she’s so, so wet, Seungkwan,” Chan let a film of your arousal coat his fingers before letting his left hand move up even further until it was on your right tit, squeezing it harshly. 

“Ch-Chan, pl-please,” your knees almost gave in and Chan chuckled, one finger skillfully sinking into you and making you cry out. 

“What is it, baby? Do you want me to finger your sweet little pussy?” He asked as he was already doing just that. His finger slipped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace and you had trouble holding still, your hands now resting on Chan’s shoulders, teeth buried in your bottom lip, hips moving against his hand.

“M-More, I can take it, Channie.”

“Oh, I bet you can, princess. Not yet, though,” Chan smirked again, before quickening his pace, thumb now pressing onto your clit. You moaned loudly, eyes falling shut. You didn’t know how he did it, but you already felt like cumming. Your walls clenched around his one single digit and he sucked in a breath when he felt it, felt the throbbing inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re already close, aren’t you a little slut…,” he mumbled, staring at your pussy, the wetness of his finger and just you. How was he ever going to get enough? 

Seungkwan was still sitting behind Chan, not able to see the way he fingered you, but just your face alone was enough to start his dick getting hard again. He was lazily jerking himself off, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. He probably wouldn’t need much more to cum again, just this would be enough. 

“Mhmm, Ch-Channie pl-please, m-more,” you begged again and Chan felt his cock twitch, not sure how long he could resist giving in to you. For now, he just let his thumb draw circles on your clit, pressing down on it harshly as he let his finger slide in and out. And then, suddenly, his thumb was gone and you were about to protest, when it was replaced by something better. 

His tongue leaped at your clit, flicking at it over and over again before sucking it into his mouth, the high pitched moan you let out music to his ears and his cock, Seungkwan behind him cursing under his breath. Chan couldn’t help himself. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. Not really knowing what he was doing, he pulled his finger out of you and instead brought both his hands to your hips, turning you around and throwing you on the bed, he himself now on his knees, tongue in between your thighs. 

“F-fuck, Chan!” You screamed, hands finding his hair, back arching against his mouth. He devoured you. Sucking your clit into his mouth first, moving down to your sopping entrance next, tongue fucking you, thumb back to his earlier ministrations. You couldn’t keep it down, he was too good at this, too good at making you feel like you were going to cum in the next three seconds. 

Seungkwan somehow got fully hard again, his hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down as he stared at Chan between your legs, sweat on his forehead. 

“Does he make you feel good, Y/N? You like Channie eating you out like this?” He breathed out and you nodded, your eyes flying open to look at Seungkwan, clenching around Chan’s tongue when you saw Seungkwan jerking off. 

“Yo-You’re hard again, Kwannie,” you groaned and he nodded.

“How could I not be? Look at you baby, you’re a fucking sight to behold.”

Just then you felt Chan’s tongue back on your clit, two fingers pushing into you next and a scream left you, nails digging into Chan’s scalp, hips moving rapidly against his face and fingers, the man between your legs enjoying every second of it. He put his all into making you cum, fingers curling, hitting your spot, tongue circling your clit, pressing down on it and sucking it into his mouth again, drowning in your taste and smell, his free hand inside his briefs now, fucking his cock into his fist. 

“‘M gonna c-cum, Chan, d-don’t stop!” He wasn’t going to. If anything he was just going to keep going to make you cum again. When your first orgasm hit you, you kept on chanting Chan’s name, your hips uncontrollably moving against his face, pussy throbbing around his fingers. When he didn’t stop after your high was over you felt yourself fall, your back lifting off the bed, seeing black and white in front of your eyes when he somehow got another orgasm out of you mere seconds after the first one. 

Finally, Chan parted from you, his face full of your arousal, a smirk on his lips as he climbed on top of the bed, his briefs discarded on the floor. You were out of breath, feeling fucked out already. You weren’t willing to stop just yet though. 

“Came so good for us, baby. So pretty and perfect,” Chan kissed your neck and finally your lips, your own taste spreading in your mouth. Hazily opening your eyes when he parted from you, you felt new energy sweep into you the second you saw what he did next. He moved to Seungkwan, the fingers that had been inside of you right in front of the older male’s mouth.

“Wanna taste her?” Chan asked, and Seungkwan nodded quickly, sucking Chan’s fingers into his mouth. Your pussy clenched, another set of arousal dropping onto the bed. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed out, sitting up and watching how Seungkwan’s eyes rolled back at your taste, Chan so incredibly hard, cock twitching at the way it felt to have Seungkwan suck on his fingers. You were on your knees now, hands on Chan’s shoulders, lips attaching to his neck, sucking harshly on the skin. Moving down, you let your right hand grab around him, precum making it so easy for you to begin to jerk off his pretty cock. Chan moaned, pulling his fingers out of Seungkwan’s mouth only to grab him by the neck and crash their lips together, making you basically rub yourself against Chan’s backside. Fuck, it was so hot to watch them kiss, to watch how Seungkwan’s tongue twirle around Chan’s getting even more of your taste into his own mouth. 

Kissing Seungkwan was better than Chan had imagined. But then, he had never really imagined it before. And perhaps he would never do it outside the bedroom - but that was a thought for another day. Right now he just knew he enjoyed it, enjoyed Seungkwan’s tongue against his own, liked the way he tasted of wine and now of you. When they parted from each other, saliva was connecting their lips and their hooded eyes were staring into each other. You, behind Chan, were groaning, biting into Chan’s shoulder slightly.

“That was so hot, fuck, I need you both to fuck me like right now.”

Chan and Seungkwan looked back at you.

“How do you want us?” Chan asked, thumb sliding over your bottom lip. 

“One in the front, the other in the back. I have lube in my nightstand.” 

Holy fuck. Seungkwan and Chan groaned, and before you knew what was happening they had you in between them again, Seungkwan kissing you hard on the lips while Chan licked and sucked and kissed your neck, every bit of skin he could catch. You moaned against them, hands finding their cocks and beginning to jerk them both off at the same speed. The two men breathed hard, hands roaming over your body, one hand each on your tits, while the other was either in your hair or your ass. At this point you couldn’t even tell which hand belonged to whom, the horny daze in your brain too much. But you needed them, you needed them to fill you up, needed their cocks to fuck you hard and until you couldn’t walk properly anymore. 

Eventually you ended up on all fours, Seungkwan behind you, lube in his hand, and he couldn't stop staring at your pretty backside. He squeezed lube onto his finger and onto your tight hole, beginning to prep you slowly. Feeling his finger enter you hurt only a bit at the beginning, but he was so careful and soft it made it almost impossible not to enjoy. And with Chan kneeling in front of you, his cock in his hand, you felt like nothing could go wrong that night. 

“Wanna suck your cock, Channie,” you blinked up at him and the boy smiled, bringing his member to your lips.

“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded and you did it, his cock slapping down on your tongue a few times right then. You moaned, clenching around nothing as Seungkwan eased into your ass easier with you getting more relaxed. 

“Good girl. Now, suck on my tip, no tongue,” again you followed his order, sucking his tip into your mouth, your tongue so eager to touch him, taste him, but you wanted to be obedient and so you only watched him, tongue resting inside your mouth. Chan’s breathing was getting harder, his vision blurry. God, you looked so good, your lips stretched around his cock. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he finally gave in, shoving his cock further inside your mouth, moaning loudly when he felt your tongue press against him, when he felt your throat restrict around him. He began fucking your mouth, changing the angle so he is inside your cheek, fucking against it over and over, the soft inside of it making stars appear around his head. 

Meanwhile, Seungkwan had managed to get another finger inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure and just the thought of Seungkwan’s big cock filling your hole in a bit making your head feel dizzy. 

Chan knew he wouldn’t last any longer with how good it felt to be inside your mouth, pulling out to instead hold his cock by the base, staring down at you. 

“Such a perfect slut for us, I can’t believe we’re this lucky,” he mumbled, his fingers caressing your cheek before checking in with Seungkwan, who nodded. 

“I think she’s ready. What do you say, pretty baby?”

“Am ready. Need you so bad,” you wiggled your hips and Seungkwan chuckled before grabbing a condom and giving another one to Chan. You pouted a little - part of you wished they would just fuck you raw. 

“After all of us getting tested we’ll gladly fill you up with our cum, baby,” Chan seemed to have read your mind, your cheeks beginning to burn while he smirked down at you. 

Seungkwan positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other around his cock. The condom was on and another squeeze of lube coated it, making it an almost perfect glide when he sunk into you, the feeling of you around him so good he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Chan watched, ripping the condom open to roll it up his cock, waiting for Seungkwan to fully sink inside so he could take his place inside your throbbing cunt. 

“A-ah, Seungkwan,” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes when you felt him bottom out. He twitched inside you, hands now both on your hips. 

“You are so tight and perfect, princess, could cum right away,” his words made you shiver, and when he pulled you up, your back meeting his chest, you felt him slip inside even deeper, your eyes rolling back. Chan moved forward now, fingers on your core, lips finding yours for a soft kiss.

“Ready for me?” He asked and you nodded, one arm behind you, wrapping around Seungkwan’s neck, while the other was sneaking around Chan’s shoulders. The latter licked his lips, lining his cock with your entrance and beginning to push in. You gasped at the feeling of him stretching your walls, his body so close to yours, both of the men literally breathing against your skin, not even an inch of air between you. Nothing had ever felt better and right now you couldn’t imagine ever having sex another way. You looked into Chan’s eyes, felt him bottom out and the feeling of fullness is so much another set of tears pools in your eyes. 

“M-move, god, please fuck me,” you cried and they share one last look before giving you what you want (and what they want for that matter). 

The first thrusts were almost simultaneous. Chan and Seungkwan tried to match each other’s pace, but soon enough they got lost in their own pleasure. You, between them, were a moaning mess, tears streaming over your cheeks at this point, fingernails digging into the skin of the two men making you feel like the sexiest and most precious being on this earth. Hearing them breath hard, moan, groan, it was all like heaven to you. 

“You’re so fuckign tight, fuck, taking us so well,” Chan’s lips were on your neck, another mark showing up, Seungkwan on the other side, his hips frantically moving, lips latched onto your neck and shoulders whenever he wasn’t moaning your name and how good your ass was for his cock. Chan picked up the pace, chasing his high and hoping to take you with him, his hands finding your tits and squeezing them, while your own hand now moved in between your bodies, thumb on your clit getting you even wetter.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” Chan’s whisper into your ear made you tremble and you pushed your hips against Seungkwan who grabbed your hips even harsher, sure to leave a bruise.

“Won’t last long, f-fuck,” he felt like his head was about to explode.

“Want both of you to cum for me, please. Wish you were fucking me raw, want your cum in me so bad,” you didn’t know how you were able to form a cohesive sentence, but it did it’s job. The two men moaned, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they became even sloppier, both their heads buried in between your neck and shoulder, moaning against your sweaty skin as they came at the exact same time, cum shooting into the condoms and finally taking you over the edge for a third time. You milked them for all they had, collapsing against Chan in front of you, the exhaustion taking over. Your pussy still pulsated around Chan, making it hard for him to leave you, but looking at Seungkwan, he knew they should probably get you to lay down. 

They pulled out, Seungkwan helping you into the sheets, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading on your tired lips.

“That was incredible,” you whispered and Seungkwan nodded, softly moving the hair out of your face. 

“You are incredible,” he then added, kissing your forehead. Chan had gone to the bathroom meanwhile, getting you a wet towel which he now used to clean you up. Sadly for all of you, there wasn’t any of their cum involved. Still, you were thankful for the help, considering you would need at least another ten minutes of resting before you could get yourself to the bathroom. 

–

The food tasted great even when heated up. After getting dressed again (even though you did change into pajama shorts and a top instead of your dress) and peeing, the three of you had come back to the living space to finish the actual date. It was maybe slightly awkward, but nothing another glass of wine couldn’t fix.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat, “what does this mean for us now?” You looked from Seungkwan to Chan and back. 

“That you’re our girlfriend, right?” Chan raised his brows and you felt your cheeks heat up. Coughing once you slowly nodded.

“I mean… if you’re cool with that?”

“Cool with that?” Seungkwan laughed, “we literally just fucked the life out of you, we are more than “cool with that”, Y/N.”

You stared at him for a few seconds. Then you broke out into a laugh.

“Fair enough. Well then… yes, I am your girlfriend. You are… my boyfriends,” the smile wouldn’t leave your lips. 

“So, how exactly are we gonna tell the others?” Chan leaned back on his hands, a grin on his pretty face. 

“Well, first of all I should really let them know how wrong they got their guess. But to be fair - I am an incredible actor, so obviously no one would have known.”

“Well, you also didn’t know we liked you back, does that make us good actors too?” Seungkwan raised his brows. You thought about this for a second.

“I guess that makes all of us a perfect match. Easy as that.” And when they laughed and you ended up falling asleep on the couch later that night they couldn’t even deny how right you were. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this. Than you.

#svt smut #seventeen smut #boochan smut #lee chan smut #dino smut #chan svt smut #dino x reader #chan x reader #lee chan x reader #chan x you #dino x you #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you

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2:06am | b.sk ミ☆ eve's quick thots

warnings: smut, 18+ content!! mdni with any of my posts, they're not for you!! corruption/innocence kink(?), reader wears a lot of “girly/pretty" items/clothing, mentions of public sex, mean seungkwan, dom seungkwan, penetrative sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling.. idk probably some more i'm forgetting?

this isn't too descriptive, just a quick little thought.. very self indulgent.. i am the number one mean dom seungkwan with a corruption kink supporter and encourager. he just likes ruining pretty little things. i think about this all the time. might elaborate with a longer piece soon.. need to get it all out.. need people to agree with me.

wc: 226

seungkwan who likes pretty pastel colors and cute flowy dresses. seungkwan who likes when you braid your hair or decorate it in cute little bows. seungkwan who braids your hair for you just so he can pull on it while fucking you from behind. seungkwan who likes complimenting your pretty little accessories with his cock shoved into your mouth, poking into your cheek while you look up at him with wide, teary doe eyes. seungkwan who plans a pretty little picnic in a pretty field in the middle of nowhere. seungkwan who covers your mouth while taking you from behind, your sun dress bunched up at the waist, on your hands and knees surrounded by strawberries and pretty flowers on the little blanket he set up. seungkwan who has an obsession with your thighs. seungkwan who is really mean sometimes, making you keep your pretty frilly underwear on while he fucks between your thighs for his own pleasure, ignoring your pleads for more. seungkwan who makes you get yourself off on his thigh while he sits back and watches, the only help he’s giving you is occasionally flexing and tightening the muscle or bouncing it up and down to meet your grinding hips. seungkwan who cums in your pretty lil panties and pulls them back up and makes you sit there with his cum staining them & you.

#seventeen x reader #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt hard hours #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x reader #eve’s quick thots #seungkwan is a mean dom argue with a wall #he just wants something pretty he can ruin whenever he wants #someone he can make cry and whine.. i volunteer seungkwan #me! me!! pick me!!

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WHEN THE WOLVES TAKE YOU AWAY

✿ boo seungkwan x f!reader ❀ summary: the boy your brother, jeonghan, has been stringing along joins you in the bathroom to confront you. ✿ wc is approx. 4.6k ❀ genre: smut, enemy/rival/hate sex, bathroom sex ✿ warnings: degradation, use of derogatory words (slut, bitch, etc), derogatory petnames (puppy). hair pulling (male receiving), choking (male receiving), biting (male receiving). mentions of sexual hunger, collars. mentions of a relationship between jeonghan x seungkwan. everyone in this fic is fucked up. reader is mean during sex. boys that wear makeup & whimper. ❀ rating: 18+, minors do not interact. this fic has a lot, so please pay attention and be mindful of the warnings. if you feel any should be added, please tell me. ✿ note: inspired by dpr ian's "don't go insane".

he comes in when you’re busy trying to fix your mascara. 

you’re leaning so close to the mirror that the counter is digging into you uncomfortably, eyes wide and head tilted as you try to gently swipe at your bleeding mascara. it’s so hot in the house, from both the amount of dancing, grinding bodies and the outside weather. walking into the house felt like you were walking into a sauna, the bathroom being a cold paradise compared to the rest of the house. 

you bite down on your lip in concentration, fingernail gently pressing against the smudge and trying to dab it away. you don’t want to have to get a wet towel to fix it, don’t want to chance ruining the rest of the look; you can’t walk around with smeared mascara, either. 

sighing, you give up on your mascara. the lights were all dimmed in the house anyways. no one would notice unless they were extremely close. you grab your bag and take out your vanilla chapstick. 

you were placing the wax of the chapstick against your lower lip when the doorknob squeaked, alerting you that someone was trying to get in. you flix your eyes up to watch the door open through the mirror, and then he walks in. 

boo seungkwan shuts the door as quickly as he opened it, a sharp glare on his face. he looks cute, even all pissed off like this. he isn’t wearing any color besides black, a stark contradiction to how he usually dresses. his lips are pouted, glistening with gloss. you can’t see well, having kept the overhead bathroom light off and opting to just turn on the mirror light, but you can make out the dark eyeshadow smeared around his eyelids. he’s got a choker on, reminding you of a puppy. he’s cute. 

you raise your brows at him before focusing on yourself once more. 

“you slut,” he hisses, the words spat from his mouth as if they were venomous. “you fucking told me the wrong address.”

“whoops,” you say, dryly. “my bad.”

he scoffs. seungkwan moves towards the mirror. you put your chapstick back into your bag, withdrawing your lip gloss instead. you twist the wand off. “don’t know why you’re fixing your makeup,” seungkwan sneers. he leans next to you, eyes on his face. he lifts an elegant hand, long fingers brushing against his bangs. “you look like a bitch regardless.”

you grin, capping your gloss and popping your lips. you look at seungkwan in the mirror, noting how his eyes followed the shape of your mouth. “you’re one to talk, kwannie. all dolled up, lip gloss and a choker. makes me wonder just who it’s for.”

seungkwan’s eyes snap to your face, glaring once more. “shut up.”

“you’re just his pet, you know,” you say, noncommittal. “but i guess you did know that, showing up in a collar like a little puppy.”

“shut up--”

“is that it?” you carry on, putting your lip gloss back into the bag. you begin adjusting your hair, not looking at him, not giving him the time of day. “you wanna be jeonghan’s little puppy?”

seungkwan curses you. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i don’t?” you ask. you raise your brows at him again. “i don’t know what my brother’s doing? he’s leading you on, cute little kwannie. and you’re letting him pull you around like a dog. you gonna get on your knees for him, too? gonna bark?”

“you’re just a rancid bitch.”

you shrug, finally pulling back from the mirror. “i’m not the one cornering someone in the bathroom.”

seungkwan scoffs, jaw jutting out and eyes rolling. he crosses his arms in front of his chest. the choker has a little jewel that dangles from it. the jewel bounces as seungkwan moves. “i wouldn’t have to do this if you’d stop being a dick.”

“you’re just so cute when you’re angry,” you say, clicking your tongue at him. you give him a faux pout. “our little seungkwannie~ all cute and angry. barking like a little dog angry he didn’t get his treat.”

“bitch,” seungkwan hisses, and then he’s pushing you against the counter. you gasp, startled; despite how long this tension had been going on, despite how long you and seungkwan have hated each other’s guts, he’s never done this -- never gotten physical. 

seungkwan traps you against the counter, face close to yours. you can see there’s a layer of glitter over his eyelids, smeared over his cheekbones. your eyes dance around his face. “aw, you’re even wearing makeup. you really think you’re someone special, don’t you? you think this is what it’s gonna take to reel jeonghan in.”

“you--”

“bitch,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes at seungkwan. “yes, i’m aware. i’ve told you over and over to give up on whatever you think you and jeonghan have.”

“and i’ve told you to shut the fuck up.”

he’d look cute with a little nose stud, you think. he’s got such a cute nose. despite all his anger, despite how much bitchiness can fit in him, he’s such a pretty boy. 

“you don’t know anything about jeonghan and me.”

you tilt your head. his arms tense on either side of you as you raise your hands, grabbing his loose black shirt and tugging minutely. “yeah? just how i don’t know that he bought that choker for you? just how i don’t know he buys you only shirley temples, that he cancels on your little dates more often than he goes just so he can keep stringing you on. just like how i don’t know that this is all just a little game for him.

“and you know it,” you carry on, plucking his shirt out from his belt. “you know jeonghan is stringing you along. but you’re just a desperate little whore, aren’t you, kwannie? so desperate for whatever he’ll give you.”

“you don’t know anything,” he hisses again. but his brows are furrowed, mouth pushed out in a pout. his breath his minty, teeth white. there’s an eyelash on his cheekbone. “you don’t know anything about me.”

you mirror his pout, rounding your eyes and trying your best to appear pitiful. “i don’t?”

you move one of your hands from his shirt. you keep one against him, pressing against his side through the silk fabric. he goes still when you raise your hand to his cheek, mouth parted, nose flaring. 

“i know you’re hungry,” you say. you scrape your nails against his cheek, uncaring if the scratch is painful. “or you think you are. you want. you see our big house and want it, you see my brother and want him. you want so desperately that you’ll take anything. but you’re just a puppy, kwannie. you don’t know what it means to really be hungry.”

he scoffs; the two of you are so close that you can feel his warm breath. “and you do.”

you smirk at him. “you just want a big house to roam around in and a hand to grip your cock. you’re not truly hungry. you’re just a cute little puppy that needs a guiding hand.”

seungkwan audibly gasps at your words, eyes widening. he’s got you trapped against the counter but there’s no mistaking who truly is in power between the two of you. you scrape your nails against his skin, catching the eyelash. “i’m going to let you in on a little secret, pet. you’re just a little puppy who wants. me and jeonghan? we’re the fucking wolves that are going to devour you whole.”

your hand flies to his hair, and then you’re gripping it tightly. he chokes against nothing for a moment, surprise lighting up his features as you tug at his hair. you pull his head back, bearing the line of seungkwan’s throat. 

then you’re on him. your mouth finds the curve of his shoulder, where it meets his neck, and you bite down. 

seungkwan cries out, and you roll your tongue against his skin to soothe the bite. 

“you fucking --”

“aw,” you whine in false sympathy, “you think that was a hard bite? did that hurt you? just goes to show you’re just a little pup who can’t handle true hunger.”

seungkwan goes to say something, but then you’re biting him again. you love the feel of his flesh beneath his teeth, love how you can feel his stomach shake as he tries to keep his sweet whimpers quiet. 

“you --”

you scrape your nails over his scalp, sinking your head to the back of his neck and holding. “you knew what you were going. you knew what you were doing, coming in this bathroom with me all alone. the little puppy wants someone to take care of him, and you don’t care who it is. as long as it’s anyone’s hand other than your own.”

seungkwan’s jaw clenches. the hand on his shirt travels, and you find your way underneath his shirt to press against his skin. he’s soft beneath the shirt, flesh forgiving and warm under your touch as you grab at his hips. 

you pull his head back, baring his throat again. he instinctively tenses when your mouth presses against his skin. this time, however, you suck at him. you suck at his skin, your hand traveling down to skim along his belt. now seungkwan begins to whine and gasp, body sinking close to you.

“this want you want?” you ask, mouth against his skin. “want me to take care of you, baby?”

seungkwan’s still for a moment. you can hear the party beyond the bathroom door. you can hear choi seungcheol’s playlist from where it spears through the speakers. you can picture the rest of the house, loud and filthy with bodies that frantically grind and slide against one another. you can practically see the rest of the house occupants, can see how pathetic they are with their lust and want. 

seungkwan is biting down on his lip when you pull away, raising your brows in question. he ducks his head, bangs concealing his eyes. “jeonghan --”

“doesn’t care,” you interject. you shift your hand against the back of his throat. you squeeze, just enough to remind him of you, to remind him that it’s you pressed against his body. “if he cared he’d be looking for you, would’ve come after you five minutes ago. instead you’re here, with me. instead you’ve got my teeth against your skin, ready to devour.”

seungkwan lets out a breath, and then he’s nodding. 

you smile at him, though there’s no joy in it. you can feel that hunger within you grow and grow, traveling from your groin to your heart and to your brain, can feel it taking over and claiming you. 

your hand leaves his neck, and then your hands are at his belt. you make quick work of the thin leather, sliding it off and tossing it onto the marble floor. next is the button of his pants, and then you’re pulling his skin-tight jeans down to his thighs. 

his underwear is black, and when you press your hand against his bulge you can feel where his tip leaked against his underwear. you laugh, breathless. he really didn’t care whose hand was down his pants. 

seungkwan lets out a shaky breath, head low. his body bows as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, and you can feel his nose press against your neck. he’s got his arms around you, hands still against the counter and keeping him from putting his weight entirely against you. 

you rub his dick through his underwear, lazy and uncaring. he isn’t the biggest dick you’ve ever held, nor the thickest. but you can imagine his dick in your cunt, stretching it just right; can imagine how pretty it is, how it would be just as pretty as the rest of him. 

he whines and moans in your ear as you stroke his clothed dick. his whines and moans are so fucking cute, and you're desperate to hear more of them. you swipe your thumb over the head, pressing down against his slit through the fabric. you run your hand from the tip to the base, feeling where his balls hang and rubbing them roughly before traveling back up his cock. 

seungkwan is loud. you knew he was noisy ordinarily, knew his voice often preceded him. he was loud even in this, whines loud in your ear, even those he tries to choke back. his hips try and buck into your hand, try to grind against you, but every time seungkwan tries to take even a centimeter of control you retract your hand. 

“cute,” you say, laughing harshly. “whining like a little puppy, all desperate.”

“asshole,” he breathes, though there’s no real bite to it; how could there be, when your hand was perfectly rubbing against his dick? 

you keep stroking him through his underwear. there’s a large wet patch against the fabric from where his tip keeps leaking. you pay special attention to that area, pressing your thumb down against his head and stroking it. he says something; you can’t make it out. 

“louder,” you say, “gotta speak up, baby.”

he pants for a moment, loud in your ear. and then: “please.”

you laugh, delighted. “aw! little puppy is so desperate, is he? wants something to fuck, wants to cum. that it, puppy? want me to let you fuck me, want me to let you cum in my cunt? i bet you do. i bet you want to stick your little cock in my warm pussy. hm? wanna stick your poor little dick in my cunt?”

seungkwan sobs, obnoxious and whiny and cute. he jerks against you, arms tightening around your body, and then wetness is spreading through his underwear. 

your brow furrows for a moment, and then you’re lifting your hand off of his underwear. you hook your hands in the waistband, and then you’re pulling the fabric down to bunch at his thighs with his pants. 

“no--” he murmurs, voice breaking. “embarrassing.”

you laugh loudly. his underwear is sticky and wet with his cum, and when you wrap your hand around his limp dick that, too, is sticky and wet. 

he whines and shivers. he's so fucking cute. you click your tongue, hands smoothing over his thighs to grab at his ass. seungkwan tucks his head into your neck, mouth against your skin. “it’s embarrassing.”

“you bet it is,” you say, nails digging into his plump cheeks. “cumming in your pants like a teenager. can’t even hold off long enough to get your dick in me, hm? now what will we do, kwannie? i’m all wet and soaking my underwear but you’ve already cum in your pants. how disappointing.”

seungkwan huffs, and he pulls from your neck. his eyes are sharp, brow furrowed. “you’re such a bitch,” he says. 

and then seungkwan is grabbing at your skirt. he pops the button of your skirt and then he’s pulling both your skirt and underwear down down down. 

you hop back onto the counter. you kick off your skirt and underwear, and then seungkwan is stepping between them. he places his hands on your thighs. his hands aren’t big necessarily; instead, his fingers are long and thin and elegant. they sink into the plush of your thighs, thumbs rubbing at your inner flesh. 

you toss your head back, extending an arm to drape your wrist over his shoulder. “you better not be disappointing,” you say, referencing him cumming in his pants as if that hadn’t been your plan the entire time. “if you’re going to put your fingers in my cunt you better fucking mean it. you fuck up even once and then i’m gonna leave you here all alone, gonna leave you standing here in the bathroom with a cold dick and no pussy to warm it.”

seungkwan glares at you, but nods. he runs one hand along your thigh, pushing it out and bearing your cunt to the room. you can’t help but shiver; your cunt is hot and wanting, and the room is cool and empty. 

seungkwan looks down at your pussy wordlessly, eyes jumping back and forth as he just looks. 

you scoff, moving your hand to grip at the little strands near the base of his neck and pulling. he gasps, mouth parting, and you use the grip to angle his face so you could look him in the eye. “what the fuck are you doing, seungkwan? have you never seen a pussy before or what?”

“i have --”

“then fucking get in there,” you snap, “stop acting like a virgin.”

seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s moving the hand on your thigh. you relax your grip on his hair as his fingers near your cunt. he hesitates for a moment. 

you roll your eyes. “my pussy’s not gonna bite you, holy shit boo seungkwan --”

“shut the fuck up,” he hisses. 

seungkwan sinks a single finger into you. his finger is thin and the stretch is slight. still, you can’t help the soft little sigh as that finger sinks deeper and deeper, up until it’s completely buried in your cunt. 

“all right?”

you raise your brows at him. “if you’re going to be soft during this then --”

seungkwan sinks another finger in, and this time your eyes flutter and you bite down at your lip. the stretch is more, stinging slightly as he slides the second finger in. he stills as you keep your eyes shut, relishing in the slight ache of your cunt stretching to accommodate his fingers. 

you open your eyes. seungkwan is looking at you. his eyes are darting up and down your face, taking you in. 

you raise a brow. “well?”

seungkwan huffs, and then he’s crooking his fingers forward, towards your belly button, searching. you roll your hips with him, helping. when his fingers brush against that bundle you can’t help the way your mouth drops, fingers and toes curling, nails scraping against his neck. 

seungkwan steadily fucks his fingers into your cunt, hitting your core with each press. your hips shift each time to meet his fingers. 

he pushes a third finger in, and this time you let out a moan at the stretch. you love the sting of it, love how your cunt aches. it’s a feeling that has you fucking onto his fingers, seeking more and more. 

“come on,” you hiss, glaring at him. “make me feel it, seungkwan.”

seungkwan begins thrusting his fingers into your pussy in earnest. you can feel the slap of his fist against your pussy, can feel how it stings. if you two don’t get around to fucking you’ll still feel sore from his fingers, you know, and how harshly he’s fucking them into you. 

“that’s enough of that,” you say. seungkwan pulls his fingers from your pussy. they glisten with your juices, and seungkwan’s face morphs into one of disgust. 

“ugh,” you say, “just wipe them off. don’t be a baby. it’s just cunt juice.”

seungkwan reaches behind you, using his clean hand to turn on the water tap. you sigh, loudly, as he rinses off his dirty hand and uses the towel. 

“you’re such a baby,” you mumble. 

“you’re a dick,” he shoots back. he hovers before you, not touching. he looks hesitant, unsure. 

you roll your eyes. “well? are you going to fuck me or do i need to find someone else?”

seungkwan rubs at his dick. he winces, still sensitive from cumming earlier. but he fucks into his fist a few times, until precum is dribbling from the tip. he moves to you and then hesitates.

“what’d you stop?” you demand, raising your brows. you reach out, grabbing his hips and moving him close. “fucking scared?”

“shut up,” he murmurs, throwing you a glare. “just -- a condom? protection?”

you groan in exaggeration, and then you reach over the sink to grab your bag. you push things around for a moment before withdrawing a condom, dropping it onto the counter. 

seungkwan fumbles with the wrapper for a few moments. eventually you grab it out of his hands, tearing it open. “fuck. can’t even fucking open a condom wrapper, dumbass. need me to put it on you too?”

he begins to say something, but you wrap your hand around his dick anyways. he chokes, and you focus on sliding the condom down along his length. “there. anything else you can’t do? need me to fucking tell you how to stick it in?”

seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s grabbing you. his hands are on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around his middle. seungkwan takes his dick in hand and slowly, almost gently, begins to penetrate you. 

you can’t help but hiss a little at the sting. again: he isn’t the largest you’ve ever had, but he’s still enough to stretch out the walls of your pussy. 

seungkwan pauses at your little noise of discomfort. you growl at him, hands reaching up and grabbing his hair and pulling. “don’t fucking stop,” you command. “don’t fucking stop until i tell you, asshole.”

jaw clenched, seungkwan sinks in the rest of the way. it stings; it hurts. it’s all so good, so delicious, and you wait hardly a moment before rolling your hips and sinking further onto his cock. 

“fuck --”

“fuck me,” you say, nails digging slightly into his scalp. 

seungkwan looks up at you. his eyes are wide, eyeshadow smeared along his temple. “but -- don’t you need to --”

“i said to fuck me,” you demanded. “i told you to do what i say. you want? you want to be in my cunt so bad? you want someone wrapped around your dick so bad you’ll fucking crawl like a dog for them, let them buy you a collar? then you fucking do what i say, boo seungkwan. you do what i tell you and when i tell you. you fucking do what i say. got that?”

he nods, biting down on his lip. his hands grip your hips, and then he’s rolling his hips, cock sliding against your walls. the drag is smooth due to your juices and the lubrication fo the condom. it’s almost too smooth. 

you didn’t want seungkwan to fuck you for wholesomeness, for him to be gentle. you want him to fuck you. 

“if you don’t start fucking me i’m going to leave you here,” you say. 

seungkwan curses under his breath, calling you some name. he pulls most of the way out, the drag of his dick making your head fall back and toes curl. then sharply, meanly, he fucks into you. the contact stings, you know it’ll hurt later. but you crave it, are hungry for it. 

“that’s it,” you say, clenching your teeth. “fuck me like that.”

seungkwan nods. you slide your hand down his head, and then you’re grabbing at that stupid choker. you sink your fingers between the band and his skin, hooking them and tugging at the choker. 

seungkwan groans, eyes fluttering. 

you laugh at him, pulling the choker against his throat again. “you like that? like being choked, baby?”

he nods. his lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. you can see his natural blush from underneath his makeup, can see his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. his lips are pursed. he’s so cute. 

“here’s the deal,” you say. “make me orgasm and i’ll choke you. make me cum around your cute little dick and i’ll choke you.”

seungkwan tenses, a soft little noise leaving his throat. and then he’s fucking you. 

every single thrust stings. he fucks you as if he’s rushed, as if he as intent. seungkwan fucks you as if he doesn’t just want it but hungers for it, as if he’s starving and your cunt is the meal, as if he’s desperate for fulfillment and only you can give it .

the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the bathroom, seungkwan’s moans loud. you have to hold onto his shoulders, have to relax your body and just let him use it, let him use you. 

and you fucking love it. 

it hurts, and it’s a delightful sort of pain that makes tangles together with the need that tingles in your groin. his balls slap against your asscheeks, and fuck how you want it. 

“come on,” you say, voice low. seungkwan shivers as you speak. “make me cum, baby.”

seungkwan slips his fingers down and down, and then the pads of his fingers are pressing against your clit. for a moment he just slips his fingers aimlessly, your cunt absolutely drenched. then seungkwan focuses, and he begins rubbing at the sensitive spots on either side of your clit, each stroke of his fingers paired with his fucking into you. 

the tingling sensation of your lower body grows and grows, your hunger taking over. you were going to devour seungkwan. it didn’t matter when, didn’t matter if it happened now -- because one day you will absolutely swallow him whole. you’ve had a taste of him and that only validated your hunger. it made you so fucking hungry that you couldn’t handle it. you were going to devour him, going to make him yours. 

you orgasmed with a cry, mouth falling open and nails digging into his flesh. your cunt gripped seungkwan’s cock tight, fluid gushing from your cunt and onto the counter, staining it. 

seungkwan was moaning as your cunt clenched around him, brows furrowed and lips pouting. he looked to pitiful, trapped by you. 

you pushed him back, and immediately you missed the feeling of his dick stretching you out. that didn’t matter. you fisted his cock, ignoring the condom; your other hand went to the back of his choker, and then you were tugging it again. 

seungkwan groaned, eyes fluttering. you began pumping his cock in your fist, fast and crude. you pulled at his choker, giving him relief intermittently, cutting off his air flow only minutely. 

“like my hand around your dick?” you asked, snickering. “hm? like it when i’m letting you fuck my fist?”

he nods, but you scold him. when seungkwan speaks his voice is horse and desperate. “yes. yes, i like it .i like it so much, want it -- want you so much.”

you smile, triumphant. “yeah? you’re my little puppy, aren’t you? my little fucktoy. say it, kwannie. say you’re mine.”

seungkwan whimpers, the sound making your cunt clench. “yours,” he cries out, “fucking -- yours!”

“gonna get you a new collar,” you say, tugging it again. “gonna get you a better collar, baby. show you off. you’d like that, like knowing you’re wanted. wouldn’t you?”

seungkwan nods. you’re on a high, adrenaline rushing through your veins. your smile never your face, broad and glimmering like a wolf’s. 

he comes with a sob, and you can feel how his cock pumps out cum into the condom. you continue fucking him through it. “so fucking pretty, kwannie. pretty baby with a pretty little cock. gonna fucking ruin you, kwannie. gonna fucking make you mine.”

his makeup is running down his face. his eyeshadow is smeared from his tears, and there’s glitter around his mouth and on his jaw. you’d kiss him if he deserved it. 

instead you laugh at him, pushing him away. you grab your panties and skirt. your thighs are soaked with your fluids, but you pull up your skirt nonetheless. you don’t bother to check your makeup, knowing it’s ruined, knowing everyone in the house probably knew what you had been doing already. 

you grab seungkwan’s shirt, pulling him close. you grin up at him, pushing your underwear into his pocket. “very good, little puppy. very good.”

and then you turn around and walk out of the bathroom, leaving seungkwan leaning against the counter, eyes wide and watching. 

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favorite ✧ boo seungkwan

title: favorite pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: explicit (18+) word count: 3.6k genres: pwp, smut, boyfriend!kwan summary: "You've seen him do it a lot, but lately it makes you feel things. Like, deep down in the pit of your stomach things." aka: You want Seungkwan to be mean to you.

warnings under the cut.

general warnings: afab reader, reader wears a skirt and a thong 18+ warnings: hard dom bossy kwan, dirty talk, degradation, very slight humiliation, panties stuffed into mouth lol, name-calling, making out, oral (m. receiving, face fucking), breast/nipple play, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (missionary and doggy style), creampie

✎ mean and bossy dom kwan.... who else cheered? /claps/. this is the dirtiest thing i've written so sorry if it's a mess. i do it for my fellow boosadans though, please enjoy! ✎ beta'd and researched *coughs* by @fernspotsvt. :o) 💗 thank you bb

“He must be in a mood today,” Vernon says with a laugh from his spot beside you. The two of you are sitting and watching a soccer game between Chan, Jihoon, Mingyu, and Seungkwan. You already know that he's referring to your boyfriend, who you've been watching the whole time.

“Mmhm,” you hum affirmatively as Seungkwan makes eye contact with you from afar and winks, running his hand through his hair.

“Gross,” Vernon giggles and you hit him lightly. You have to admit that he's right — Seungkwan has been a bit aggressive tonight, mostly towards his friends. Your attention is taken again when you see him run up to Chan, say something with a serious expression and then point to a different spot on the field. The younger man nods and jogs over to the spot. To say your mind is reeling would be an understatement. They continue playing, and you continue watching your boyfriend shout across the yard throughout the game.

Your mind starts drifting involuntarily. You think about how Seungkwan is nothing but nice to you, but when you're around his friends he bickers with them and bosses them around to no end.

Emphasis on “bosses them around”.

You've seen him do it a lot, but lately it makes you feel things. Like, deep down in the pit of your stomach things.

Your focus is broken by Seungkwan running directly towards you with a huge grin on his face.

“You okay, baby?” he asks in a cute voice. You nod and smile back as he pecks you on the lips, then runs back to the group on the field.

The same thing happens later that night when all of you are eating. The table is arguing over something but Seungkwan is too focused on putting food on your plate.

“You need to eat,” he says a bit like he's scolding you. ”I haven't seen you eat anything the whole night.”

You can feel your face get warm as he clicks his tongue at you. Getting turned on while you’re trying to eat is definitely not your best moment. You shovel your face with the food he gave you as he watches you intently, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“Good job,” he says a bit quietly so that only you can hear it. You swallow thickly and try to change the direction of the conversation.

“Um, watching you play soccer was fun,” you say with a smile and he grins back at you.

“Really? You looked kinda bored, so I just assumed you weren't into it,” he pouts and it makes you laugh.

“I wasn't bored! Just… thinking,” you reply. When you see his curious expression you already know that you dug yourself a hole you can't get out of.

“About?”

You sigh in defeat. “I think I like seeing you boss people around,” you say in one breath and try not to cringe at your own words. His eyebrows shoot up at that.

Your conversation is quickly interrupted by Soonyoung.

“We're going back outside!” he says as he grabs the soccer ball. Seungkwan quickly stands up and takes your hand in his.

“We're actually about to go home, we have an early morning tomorrow,” he says with a glance over to your direction. He smirks at the sudden surprised expression on your face.

You quickly say your goodbyes to everyone and end up back in your car, Seungkwan practically dragging you along the whole way. When he sits down in the driver's seat, you open your mouth to say something but he quickly cuts you off.

“I'm gonna drive, and you're going to explain what you were thinking about earlier,” he says bluntly as he starts the car.

“Okay…” you reply warily. He doesn't seem angry, but his tone is very serious. “Um, I just meant that… I'm not used to seeing you act assertive but… it was kind of attractive.” You twiddle your fingers together as you speak.

“Oh?” he replies simply, like he's expecting you to continue.

“Yeah, and I thought about how you're always really nice and gentle with me,” you continue. “Please don't make me say any more,” you say with a pout.

His hand suddenly moves over and lands on your thigh. He rubs his hand up and down and squeezes a little. When you go to shift your legs a bit, Seungkwan clicks his tongue, eyes still looking ahead at the road.

“Don't move.”

He has the same tone as when he was barking at Chan earlier, and it makes your skin tingle. You nod silently and he smiles. His hand squeezes your thigh a bit harder, and then moves between your legs and into the skirt that you're wearing.

“Mmm,” he hums as his fingers ghost over your thin panties. “You wore a thong tonight even though you knew we were just seeing my friends?”

You choke out a quiet sound and try to squeeze your legs together. Seungkwan immediately pulls his hand from your skirt, placing it on your thigh and digging his fingers into your skin.

“Didn't I tell you to stay still?” he snaps at you and you groan quietly. “Now you'll sit there untouched until we get home.”

He really does have a mean streak, you think to yourself. For the rest of the short ride home, you make yourself sit still and instead let your mind race thinking about all the things your loving boyfriend might do to you. You can feel your already wet panties pressing against your skin.

Once you make it to your apartment, Seungkwan leads you inside without saying a word. He only speaks after taking you into the bedroom and shutting the door.

“Kneel on the floor,” he tells you as he takes off his jacket. You hesitate for a moment, but then ease yourself down onto the carpeted floor. He suddenly squats down in front of you to face you eye-level.

“Do you want me to be mean to you?” he says in that gentle voice that you're so used to. You swallow and force yourself to speak, knowing that he wants a concrete answer.

“Yes… I want to try it. I want you to boss me around and be aggressive,” you reply as you feel your face heating up by the second. He makes a little sound of affirmation and stands back up.

“Use our safe word if you need to, okay?” he concludes and you nod in reply. You're still extremely turned on, so you're secretly hoping that he'll hurry up and do something. With where he's standing, you're face-level with his pelvis and trying to not drool.

“Take my cock out of my pants, baby,” Seungkwan almost whispers, still holding that domineering tone from earlier. Your hands immediately move from your lap to unbutton and unzip his jeans, revealing his half hard erection. You want to touch it immediately, but you move your hands back down and look up to your boyfriend for more instructions. He lets out a little chuckle at your reaction.

“Put your hands on my thighs and open your mouth.”

You do exactly that, trying to ignore how dumb you feel sitting there with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. The feeling makes you squeeze your thighs together for some relief as you stare up at Seungkwan. He takes his time teasing you, though.

He starts stroking himself slowly, and you watch a little bit of precum ooze out. He then puts one hand on the back of your head, taking his cock in the other to spread his precum on your lips. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time as you try to stay quiet. After he seems satisfied, he eases his hard cock into your open mouth. You close your lips around it and let your eyes flutter shut in relief.

“You take my directions so well, my good girl,” Seungkwan says in a breathy voice as he slowly moves his length in and out of your mouth. You moan a little at his words and shift your legs together even more. He laughs condescendingly and thrusts a little bit harder into your mouth.

“Stop squeezing your legs together and be patient,” he says and tightens his grip on your hair. “Or I’ll stop and leave you here alone with just your needy little pussy.”

You immediately whimper loudly and relax your legs, focusing instead on the man in front of you fucking your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and he moans loudly, sending a bolt of arousal down your spine. He keeps going even faster and you can feel your eyes begin to tear up.

“Already crying on my cock?” Seungkwan says with a teasing voice. “I thought you wanted this. Didn’t you want me to be mean to you?” You try your best to nod and mumble out an affirmative answer.

“Maybe I would be nicer,” he continues with a hard thrust, “if you hadn’t worn a cute little skirt and a thong to go see my friends.”

He finally pulls your mouth off of his cock and lets you take a deep breath, drool and precum all over your mouth. By now you have a few tears dripping down your face as well. You somehow still have your shaky hands placed on his thighs as you continue to take deep breaths and regain your sanity. Even though he’s supposed to be mean, Seungkwan is still nice enough to let you catch your breath before speaking.

“Strip and then get on the bed,” Seungkwan says nonchalantly as he starts taking off his own clothes. You quickly scramble to get up and strip down to your underwear. You go to take off your panties before he stops you in your tracks.

“Give me those.”

You pull them off and shakily hand them over, and he motions for you to get on the bed. Finally completely naked, you crawl onto the bed and sit up straight, watching him. It feels like a lifetime before Seungkwan finally sits next to you. He holds up the thong that you gave him so that it's right in front of your face. Your hands immediately go to cover your face in embarrassment as you groan.

“Do you see how wet this is?” he says, making no move to pull your hands down from your face. He waits until you finally do look, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Yes,” you reply quietly and he smiles devilishly.

“Open your mouth,” he coos and you do so without thinking. He hums a little. “You're already so good at listening to me, sweetie.”

He slowly pushes your thong into your mouth, making sure to put the soaking wet part first so that you can taste yourself. He leaves most of the fabric hanging out of your mouth before pushing your jaw up to close your lips. You can't help but let out a whining sound when Seungkwan looks down at you with a lustful expression on his face.

“Don't worry,” he says with a teasing tone. “I'll only leave those in your mouth while I fuck you with my fingers.”

You nod dumbly in reply and open your legs a little, which makes him laugh. One of his hands reaches down between your legs.

“Can you imagine what my friends would think if they found out that you like to be bossed around?” he whispers as he runs a single finger through your wetness. “Or how wet you get when I'm mean to you?”

Your stomach flips at his words and you hate how much the thought turns you on.

“Play with your tits while I finger you,” he orders and watches your face as he suddenly eases two fingers inside of you. Letting out a loud moan, your brain goes blank with pleasure before you can register what he said.

“Oh? Are you too dumb to do that?”

Your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers and you quickly move both of your hands to your breasts, letting out a little whimper of embarrassment. He sets a moderate pace with his fingers as you start rubbing your own nipples, the pleasure already making your head spin.

“You're all fucked out and you haven't even had my cock yet,” Seungkwan says with a laugh. The fact that he’s right again annoys you to no end. “It might be fun to just do this all night and never fuck you.”

You quickly moan out loud and shake your head. He smiles and plants a kiss on your head.

“It's okay, baby. I may be mean but I'm still gonna fuck you tonight,” he remarks as he pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the suddenly empty feeling as he scoots himself to sit next to you and gently pulls your thong out of your mouth. Seungkwan pulls you into a deep kiss and wipes the drool off your mouth.

“Are you okay?” he says quietly as he stares into your eyes, checking your expression. Your heart skips a beat and you could almost cry at how sweet he is.

“I am, I promise,” you reply, voice a little raspy. “I'm really turned on…”

He licks his lips at your words and nods. Instead of immediately going to put his cock inside of you, he takes your face in his hand and squeezes a little.

“Say ah,” he says and you do as you're told. He then puts his tongue deeply in your mouth as far as possible as he kisses you. You moan desperately, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep him there. You're so used to kissing Seungkwan constantly during sex that it feels weird not to. After a moment of making out, he pulls back and gently lays you back down. You spread your legs expectantly, but instead of going for it immediately, he grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips. He then takes your legs and pushes your knees up to your shoulders, practically bending you in half.

“Be a good girl and hold yourself open for me, okay?” You nod eagerly and grab your own legs.

“Fuck,” Seungkwan curses as he places his cock at your entrance and begins to slide it in. Once he's all the way in, you can't help but gasp at how deep he is inside of you. You both moan in unison as he begins thrusting, the feeling of intense pleasure making your brain go fuzzy. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes again.

You moan Seungkwan's name over and over as he fucks you, trying your best to keep a grip on your legs. You suddenly feel your own orgasm building in your core.

“I'm so — can I cum, p-please?” you say with a sob as you feel your pussy twitch uncontrollably. Your boyfriend clicks his tongue at you and shakes his head firmly.

“No, you're not cumming until I'm finished with you,” he grunts back at you and you bite your lip in restraint. You're not sure how you're going to hold back from climaxing, but you don't want to disappoint Seungkwan either.

“You should be smart enough to have self control, hm? Or maybe you only think with that slutty cunt of yours,” he says in a breathy voice that makes you clench even more.

“I won't cum, I promise,” you reply with a little sob as tears roll down your face. He chuckles and lightly pats you on your tear stained cheek. After a few more minutes of fucking deeply into you, he pulls out and takes a breath. As soon as he does, your hands fall and your legs flop down onto the bed. Before you know it, you feel a tongue slide up your sensitive pussy and you choke out a moan.

“Poor little thing, you're so swollen here,” Seungkwan says, voice dripping with a mocking tone. He moves away from between your legs, putting both hands on you to roll you over onto your stomach. You feel something stir inside you again when he manhandles you so easily.

“You don't have to worry about a thing,” he coos as he pulls your hip upwards. “Just keep these hips raised for me so I can fuck you.”

You moan and bury your face in the pillow below you as your arch your back.

“Uh-uh, not like that,” your boyfriend says as he threads a hand into your hair and pulls your head up. “Don't hide your face.”

You feel your face heat up with a mixture of shame and arousal — your eyes are still watery, and your body is tense with the desire to cum.

Finally, you feel Seungkwan's cock re-enter you with a harsh movement as his hips slap repeatedly against your ass. Your whimpers are drowned out by his loud groans and the wet sounds of him moving inside of you. You're struggling to keep your head off the pillow and he’s not making it any easier.

Suddenly, you feel Seungkwan's chest against your back as he presses his index and middle fingers to your lips. You get the hint and immediately take his fingers into your mouth, desperate for something to suck on. He moans your name loudly and keeps pressing down on your tongue until you gag a little.

“So good, shit,” he grunts into your ear. “My sweet girl, you just need me to take care of you, right?”

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more, your vision blurry with tears and your face messy with drool. You're not sure how you're going to keep yourself from cumming any longer.

“Were you imagining me doing this to you earlier tonight, even when you were sitting and talking to Vernon?” Seungkwan asks suddenly and the question takes you by surprise. You nod madly and mumble out a yes as much as you can with your mouth still full of his fingers.

“Mmm, I wish I could've known earlier how perverted you are,” he groans as his thrusting continues and his fingers press down on your tongue even more. “But now I know, and now I'll fuck you like this whenever you want.”

You feel his cock twitching a bit as he fucks into you, and you let out a breath of relief knowing that you'll be able to orgasm soon. He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth and lets your head fall down onto the pillow.

“Don't cum until I do, okay?” Seungkwan whispers, voice husky in your ear as he speeds up. “Once I'm done filling your pussy up, then you can cum.”

You nod as much as you can with your head still pushed into the fabric below you. The only thing you can manage to think about right now is Seungkwan cumming inside you. He continues his grunting in your ear, getting louder by the second and making the coil in your stomach tighten even more. After a few more seconds of rutting his cock inside you, he lets out a loud moan of your name as you feel him shoot thick ropes of cum inside your walls. He grinds his hips against you until he's completely finished.

“Cum for me, baby,” he breathes into your ear, cock still deep inside of you. His hand reaches down to circle your swollen clit and after three measly strokes, you let out a loud cry; your orgasm hits you so hard that your whole body tenses and you feel a gush of wetness leave you. You let out a broken sob as you shudder and all you can hear is Seungkwan cursing while he runs his hands down your body in awe.

“So sexy,” he whispers as he watches you come down from your high. You suddenly feel so worn out that you could fall asleep immediately. Seungkwan gently pulls out of you and rolls you over.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” he asks as he lays next to you and faces you. “Was that too much?”

He looks so extremely concerned at your tired state that you want to laugh, but don't have the energy to.

“I'm okay,” you reply with a pleased smile. “That was amazing.”

He takes an obvious deep breath of relief and grins back at you.

“I'm glad. Do you wanna take a bath right now, or go to sleep?” Seungkwan asks as he strokes your hair. He's back to the same gentle and sweet guy that you've always known him as.

“Wanna sleep,” you mumble. You then suddenly feel a trickle of cum run down your leg, causing you to visibly cringe. “Maybe a bath then sleep.”

He laughs at your reaction and pulls you upwards to help you walk go the bathroom.

“I'll wash your back, baby,” he says with a wink that makes you want to smack him on the arm.

You do end up letting him wash your back, and you don’t exactly hate the way he sings to you while he does it.

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Kinktober '23: Bondage | Boo Seungkwan

Pairing: Camboy!Boo Seungkwan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), roommates to lovers, Camboy AU

Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), light bondage, some voyeurism and exhibitionism aspects, prominent sub space, spanking, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), Seungkwan is such a soft dom in this but he doesn't take any shit

A/N: Yall I know it's been a long time but I refuse to give up and honestly?? I kinda ate with this one. If you like it, please check out my commission and donation links, drop a comment or a reblog, it would be appreciated!

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Living with Seungkwan was nice. He had friends over sometimes, and they could get a little loud sometimes, but they were always polite towards you, and they really did try not to cause problems for you. Seungkwan himself was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on to handle the grocery trips when you were busy, or to keep the dishes done up. He was a shoulder you could lean on, which might have something to do with the two of you meeting during what was, objectively speaking, your worst year of college.

Maybe the best thing about Seungkwan was that no matter how much he would tease you, he never judged your decisions, and you never judged his. It was easy for the two of you to mind your own business. So it was a bit of a surprise when he came bursting into your room after a couple sharp knocks. He didn’t wait for an answer, and you were grateful that you were actually wearing pants this time.

“Hey, quick question. Are you busy tomorrow night?” He asked. You looked up at where he was standing just inside your doorway.

“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” You said, sitting up in bed and stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flicked down to the sliver of your stomach that exposed itself. “You should really learn to knock. I could have been busy. Or, like, changing or something.”

“Y/N,” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip into a dramatic pout. You whined back before huffing.

“Relax, relax. I’m sorry. No, I’m not doing anything tomorrow night. Why?”

He moved to flop onto the end of your bed.

“Okay, so you know how I do streams, right?” He asked. You nodded, remembering how awkward the conversation had been when he’d explained it, how nervous he was to tell you that he had a side hustle as a camboy. You, however, hadn’t thought anything much about it, which you could tell helped ease his mind. It never mattered to you what he did in his free time, especially when his pocket money bought you little treats from everywhere he went. Besides, anyone as hot as Seungkwan would be a fool not to profit off of their looks in one way or another.

“Mhm,” You hardly looked up from your phone, just enough to urge him to continue talking.

“So…I had an idea for how to change it up this week but I need help.” He said. That had you putting your phone down. What exactly was he asking of you?

“Look, if we’re going to a sex store, you’re paying.” You said. You watched a faded pink crawl up his neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I think I have everything I need for now. It’s just a weird request, so you can’t freak out on me. I’m warning you!”

“Consider me warned,” You motioned for him to carry on.

“Would you want to join me for the stream? Like…let me touch you or whatever?”

You lost any semblance of coherent thoughts at his question. Sure, you knew that Seungkwan masturbated for strangers on the internet, and you knew he’d offhandedly mentioned how people would be interested in seeing him with a partner, but you knew he’d never wanted to share something like that with anyone he didn’t trust inside and out. More than freaking you out, the invitation flattered you (and maybe sparked a heat low in your stomach). He trusted you enough to invite you into his most vulnerable space.

Unfortunately, your silence on the matter did nothing but make him nervous.

“You can just say no, I’m not gonna be mad.” He said, moving to get up. You frowned, reaching to catch his hand and stop him before he got too far.

“I wasn’t gonna say no. I was just thinking is all.” You said with a shrug. “I know you wanna make your undying fans happy, but I don’t want you to bring me into this unless it’s something you’re absolutely sure about.”

Your sincerity seemed to catch him off guard, but he shook it quickly except for the curling warmth rising in his chest.

‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a couple months. Didn’t know how to without making it…weird.”

“It’s us, Kwan, aren’t things always weird?” You teased him. You watched the way the tension washed out of him, the way his shoulders relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing with him.

A little over twenty-four hours had passed when you found yourself stepping into Seungkwan’s bedroom. It was odd, and the nerves were beginning to settle in your stomach. It’s not like you were some fresh and pure virgin, and if there was anyone that you trusted to fuck you on camera in front of dozens - if not hundreds - of people, it was Seungkwan. But now you were about to have your entire body on display, about to hand over the reins and let him do as he saw fit for the people watching him. The people watching you.

“You can make yourself comfortable,” He said, motioning towards his bed. You’d been inside his room plenty of times, and maybe you’d taken a peek at his streams once or twice, just to see what exactly it was he did, but this felt different. You knew what this room looked like from almost every angle, but seeing it like this in person and not through the tiny screen of your phone was new. The purple LED lights set the mood, washing his room in a cool glow that made the entire place feel like it was moving in slow motion.

You perched on the end of his bed, watching the ease with which he moved around, the confidence in his stride. It wasn’t unfamiliar, this version of him where he took up space and commanded a room, but the context added something in it that sent ripples through the pool of arousal settling into your stomach. He sat in his desk chair, adjusting his set up and bobbing his head to the quiet music that he had playing in the background. You admired the way that the dim lighting washed over him, casting shadows against his already stunning features and making him that much harder to look away from.

“Did you hear me?” He asked. You blinked the lust out of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile instead of an answer. “If you’re nervous you can say so. We don’t have to do this.”

He could see through you without even trying. Damn him and his observant nature.

“I’m fine, seriously. I want to do this with you. New experiences or whatever, right?” You rolled your neck in a slow circle, letting your shoulders lift up and drop back, stretching the nerves out of your muscles and forcing yourself to relax. This wasn’t you, you weren’t generally so uptight. “What was it you were saying?”

“The set up over here will have the stream on it. If you’re worried about what people will see, you can check it on this one.” He nodded towards one of the screens in question, then pointed to the next one. “That one will have the chat on it.”

You nodded along, listening to him explain the set up and showing you what the viewers would see, it was exactly what you’d expected it to be, nothing too intimidating. Still, you were grateful for his explanations and reassurance.

“And you’re just gonna…fuck me?” You asked, not entirely sure what to expect. You’d discussed your limits, established a safeword for if you needed out. You’d talked about what you were into, what you’d never tried before, going to extents that made you squirm. By this point, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan knew your sexual preferences better than any partner you’d ever had in the past.

Seungkwan laughed, and the sound seemed into your bones, washing away the last of your worries. That was your Seungkwan, you were safe in his hands.

“Not right away. Gonna talk to the chat, touch you, get everyone all worked up. You don’t have to say anything, just follow my lead. Listen to my voice. Let me make you feel good. The teasing is half the fun, it’s the part they always like the most.”

He was speaking so casually, but the certainty in his voice was doing something to you. You nodded, trying to picture how things were going to happen. Where would he touch you? Would he be able to find all the places that made you squirm or would he be too preoccupied with his chit-chat?

“Then I’ll do what we talked about. Play with you, make sure you feel good. It really is about you this time around.”

This time around. It implied he’d bring you back, put on another show with you, maybe a bit more selfishly. One that was about him next time. You remembered how he’d explained that his fans wanted to see how he’d take care of a partner, presumably to imagine it was them. That was fine by you, and if you held a little piece of something special with Seungkwan, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.

He went through the process of getting the stream ready, and you say quietly, watching him slip into his element. It reminded you of when he’d host get-togethers for your friends, how careful he was to make sure that everything was perfect so nobody had to worry about a thing. You wondered if he’d do the same thing when he was playing with you.

“Camera on in one minute.” He said, moving so he was propped against his pillows, guiding you to sit between his legs. You did as he said, pressing your back to his front and leaning your head back into his shoulder, nervous eyes trained on the screen where the two of you were sitting. It gave a perfect view of the two of you, his arms wrapped around you, hands settling against your lower stomach, and his fingers tracing against the waistband of your pants.

The viewers started rolling in just after the stream started, dedicated viewers who expected him just like clockwork. They greeted him with nothing but adoration and excitement, and Seungkwan greeted them back, calling some of them by name and thanking them for their tips on the last steam, insisting that he’d put on a good show again, that he’d work hard to meet their standards.

You really weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying, just listening to that smooth cadence of his voice and feeling the way his hands brushed down over your exposed thighs, thumbs tracing the line of the shorts you’d put on for this. His hands were warm and smooth, kneading at the flesh of your thighs and dragging his dull nails against the insides of them. You wondered if he noticed the way your body was melting into him with each pass of his palms against your skin.

After several minutes of focusing on nothing but the heat thrumming in your stomach, you found yourself fighting the urge to wiggle, and then he was riding his hands higher, stroking up your sies and pushing your shirt out of the way so that he could slip underneath, caressing your sids, along your stomach, swirling shapes that blended in with the dips of his voice as he spoke to the camera.

You’d very nearly forgotten the viewers, so focused in on the way that Seungkwan was familiarizing himself with your body. Nobody had ever taken this much time to touch you without even taking off your shirt. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you’d have to worry about that eventually, about him being able to take you apart and put you back together better than anyone else you knew. That thought, however, slipped through your fingers when his hands moved up to cup your breasts over your bra. The touch made your back arch involuntarily, chasing more pressure, more skin on skin contact, more anything because that simply wasn’t cutting it.

He laughed, voice swirling in your head and fogging it up enough that you didn’t even have time to be insecure when he pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You opened your eyes, the glaring image of the two of you catching your attention, and the red light staring back at your nearly bare torso. You chewed on your lip, and Seungkwan dipped closer so that the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded slowly, and his lips ghosted over the weak spot just below your ear. Your breath hitched when he flicked his tongue over it, waiting until your muscles gave out on you to suckle on it, drawing the tiniest whine from you. Then he huffed out a chuckle against the shell of your ear. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”

His voice was dark, heady, and you were spinning in the abyss of it. The room felt like it was tilting at an odd angle, your stomach flip flopping and your body being held up only by the arm he had wrapped around you again, keeping you steady against him while he teased the curve of your cleavage above your bra.

“Yeah, she’s never been on camera before,” He said, voice no longer aimed towards you, but back at the audience that was becoming more and more antsy to have his attention back. You remembered then that people were watching you, watching the way that the slightest touch from him had you pressing your thighs together for a sliver of friction. “I know, she’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

A warmth crept into your cheeks at the easy praise, words spilling out as if you weren’t even there. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way that it did, but you couldn’t deny the wetness dampening your panties as his fingers dipped under the cups of your bra, tugging them down slowly enough for you to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t want to. So he pulled the fabric down under your breasts and let his hands idly knead at them. He wasn’t chasing your pleasure the way that you were, just taking his time touching you as his eyes scanned the chat screen. The praise, the requests for him to strip with you, the ones asking to see more of you.

You didn't notice it in your state, so focused on his touch that you weren’t even looking at him on the screen, but a sort of heated jealousy flickered across his face. He didn’t mind sharing you with his audience, that’s what had gotten you into his bed in the first place, but he didn’t like the idea of letting them take over, letting them make you feel good instead while he just followed their orders.

His fingers got harsher, brushing against your nipples before pinching them between his fingertips and rolling them. You whined, back arching to ease some of the sharp pain, and he bit back a devastated sound at how pretty you sounded. For him.

His eyes returned to the screen, reading the comments as they rushed by, thanking people for the tips rolling in as he continued to pinch and tweak your sensitive buds. He tugged and twisted, flicked at them until you were nearly panting, legs desperately pressing together as if that would make you less of a worked up mess.

“Stay still,” He mumbled sharply, easing up on his torment and instead kneading your breasts in large, warm palms as if to soothe the sting of arousal that he’d caused.

He continued like that, hands suddenly gentle and much more patient than you could stand. You whimpered after a few moments of his attention straying front ou, your hand finding his wrist and guiding it with feather light touches towards the waistband of your shorts. He laughed.

“Need something, baby?” He asked. The name was new, and it only sent your mind spiraling further into depraved desperation.

“Need you. Please?” You said, and it was quiet enough that you weren’t even sure if it could be heard through the stream. The only reassurance that your begging was noticed was the influx of pinging as more and more money rolled in.

“Need me? Im right here, pretty girl. What could you need?” He taunted, and you huffed.

“Need you to touch me. Wanna cum,” You said, the world around you fading out completely as you gave him exactly what he was looking for. He seemed satisfied, nudging you to sit up straighter so that he could pull his shirt off and discard it. Then he was pulling you back, pressing your bare skin to his, radiating warmth that had you melting, your skin burning with want, and need, and pure molten lava at that point.

Once you were settled back, he pushed your shorts out of his way, guiding them down your soft thighs so you could kick them off, leaving you just in the flimsiest, cutest pair of panties that you owned. The scrap of fabric barely covered you to begin with, and it was nearly transparent with your wetness, stuck to your folds. Seungkwan reached down, hooking your legs over his so he could hold you open for everyone to see, his fingers tracing your exposed thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You tried not to fold the moment you got his attention, you really did, but it was easier said than down when his touch skirted along the edge of your panties, so horribly close to your pussy that it made your hips back and your voice come out as a trembling whimper.

“Can you guys see how wet she is?” He asked, his voice dripping pure charm that only served to make your hold leak a little more. Then his fingers were pressing your panties against you, dragging them against your slicked clit in slow, torturous circles. You nearly sobbed, eyes opening to look up at him. The face that he looked breathtaking even from this angle was cruel, downright killer.

“She’s soaked already. You know, I knew she’d like being watched but I think she likes it almost as much as I do,” He laughed, and you huffed in protest, but he didn’t stop his touch regardless. “How many times do you think we can make her cum? Two? Three?”

You couldn’t bite your tongue this time, a scoff slipping out as your frustration built enough to sting between your thighs.

“Haven’t even proved you could make me cum once. How could they know how many times? Maybe one of them should just fuck me instead. Bet they’d be nice to me.” You snapped. You realized your mistake the moment you spoke. Seungkwan’s fingers stilled, his other hand coming up to grasp at your waist, tugging you hard enough that you couldn’t even consider not giving in. He guided you to flip over, settling you over his lap.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He asked, tugging your panties down to expose the curve of your ass to the cool air of his room. You shook your head harshly, trying to mumble out apologies, but only managing a series of pouty whines and please that he didn’t seem interested in listening to. “I didn’t fucking think so. I know you have manners, let’s make sure you use them next time.”

His hand came down, harsh and stinging against one side of your ass, your hips jolting and scrambling to escape the pain. He pulled them back into place, kneading your ass cheek beneath his palm.

“What do you say?” He asked. You buried your face in your arm, turning just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry, baby, please,” You whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, you promise?” He taunted. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he was spanking you again. This time it was less hard, but followed by two more just as quickly. You yelped, kicking your feet up helplessly to try and protect your backside. He just pushed them down, taking a moment to rub at the abused flesh before giving you one more. You sniffled, though there weren’t any tears, just a pathetic thrum of humiliation and arousal washing over you.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, nuzzling into his thigh and leaving a soft kiss there as if it would take away from your misbehavior.

“Thank you pretty girl. Did so well for me.” He praised, tipping your head up and leaning down to kiss you. The feeling took you by surprise, the softness of his lips against yours wasn’t something that had gone unimagined, but it was better in real life, and so vastly opposite his harsh discipline from moments before. Nevertheless, it was chaste, and his eyes were still dark when he pulled away.

“I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Used your manners and everything.” He brushed his fingers down the curve of your jaw, gentle and adoring, then his eyes flicked up towards the camera. “What do you think? Is it time for a reward?”

His voice was sweet, and you wiggled your hips, half hoping that it would sway the viewers to your side and coax him into making you cum. Your pussy was throbbing with the need to be touched, to be spread open and stretched out, and the feeling was beginning to become uncomfortable.

He hummed, not speaking as he read the comments, just carefully focusing on the scroll of words that you weren’t in the headspace to make out. Then he was knocking your thighs apart, keeping you laid out there over his lap, and sliding his fingers down to your needy cunt. He spread your wetness along your lower lips, coating his skin in it before stopping to flick them harshly along your clit, back and forth at such a pace that you wanted to close your thighs. The only thing keeping them open was his forearm laid against one of them and the awkward position that he had you laid in.

You bit back a desperate whine as your orgasm crashed into you surprisingly fast, your body writhing in his lap as he continued to work you through it, rubbing fast circles against your clit and leaving your walls to clench and flutter, unsatisfyingly empty. The orgasm did nothing but make you more desperate for him.

“Please,” You whined as you came down from it, need burning hot and heavy in your lower stomach. He smiled, using his clean hand to stroke your hair away from your face. “Wanna feel you inside,”

He groaned, although it was nearly closer to a whine, wordlessly complaining about your impatience, and the effect it was having on him, and how it was no doubt ruining his carefully thought out plans for the stream. He pouted, bottom lip jutting out at the camera as he read the influx of comments.

“Aish,” He hissed under his breath. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

You processed that he was talking to his viewers as he maneuvered you off of his lap so he could stand up. The bulge in his pants was obvious, the outline of his cock showing against the soft fabric. He didn’t do anything about it though, pulling you carefully to sit up instead, your back turned to the camera and you perched up on your knees. He pulled a spool of dark blue rope from his bedside drawer, moving your arms behind your back and carefully wrapping your wrists, trying your forearms together and giving them a tug. You hummed out a sound at the feeling, the slightest strain tugging in your shoulders and the rope rubbing against your arms leaving you with even more lava rushing through your veins.

He tipped your head up, making you look at him and silently questioning if you were comfortable enough. You nodded ever so slightly, looking up at your roommate with the widest lust blown eyes as if that would make him speed this whole ordeal up. You knew better though, knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. Especially not when you had an entire crowd to entertain.

“Needy little whore. Cute,” He hummed, pulling you around so that your back was facing him, your profiles to the camera. He pulled you back by your upper arm, catching you steadily against his chest when your balance gave way to his force. He reached around you, turning your chin up to catch your lips in a fast, messy kiss. It was all tongue, and saliva, and the taste of him as he practically devoured your mouth.

His hands roamed down your front, tracing your curves, down your stomach, before finally finding their way to your dripping core. He pulled your legs open wider, not caring about the little whimper that you let out in response to losing your balance again. After all, he had no intentions of letting you fall, and maybe you had a habit of forgetting how strong he was until he was keeping you upright with a single arm around you.

Two of his fingers slid through your folds, spreading them open for a third to tease against your hungry hole, sliding in slowly before sliding right back out and continuing to tease you. You were too breathless to complain, his lips leaving yours and dripping wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, then back up again, nipping at your earlobe before sucking what you were sure would be a very bold mark at the crook of your neck.

Then two of his fingers were filling you up, and your body threatened to fall forward, your legs trying to snap shut around his hand but in no position to do so. So instead he continued working you open, fingers fucking into you with the lewdest sound, pushing your wetness out and letting it run down his hand as he worked you open for him. You could feel his impatience in the way that he worked a third finger inside along with the first two, the sting earning a broken moan from you. It didn’t last, turning into a burning need for more, more, more. That’s all you could think about, greedy little whore. Just for him.

It took you a considerable moment to realize that he was the one whispering those words to you as he stuffed you full of his fingers, your mind getting lost somewhere along the way and focusing entirely on the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to your back, and your arms trapped between the two of you, and the beads of sweat slipping down your collarbone. You swore you could feel everything all at once and process none of it at all.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out what could only be called a sob of devastation, and he laughed, easing you down so your weight was resting on your front, balanced carefully on your shoulder with your cheek pressed into the bed. You looked over at him as best as you could, watching him shuck off his pants and underwear so the both of you were completely naked. You could only just see the way his hand wrapped around his cock, fingers smearing your slick arousal onto his length as he tugged it slowly. He looked so pretty, the softly sculpted muscles of his stomach tensing, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he tried to get himself impossibly harder. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes fixated on the clenching of your pussy, the way you were leaking all over your thighs for him.

“Baby, please fuck me. Been waiting for so long, just…please.” You huffed, wiggling your hips back towards him, and you caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes clouding over as he watched you. His free hand came to knead one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and taking in the way your hole was begging for him. He cursed under his breath, muttering something to the camera that you didn’t hear – and, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about.

“Alright, pretty, just hold tight.”

Seungkwan guided his cock to tap against your folds a few times, then pressing into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He wasn’t terribly long, but he was thick enough that it brought the sting of tears as he filled you up. Your hands grasped at the air, not entirely able to grab anything but each other, which you did. Your back ached, burying your face deeper into his bedding to try and muffle the fucked out cry that left your lips as his cock dragged the length of your g-spot. Your stomach flipped and tightened as his hips stilled, pressed harshly against your ass. His hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, pulling you back into him so he could hit just a little deeper inside of you.

You weren’t given an opportunity to find words before he was puling out of you and sliding home again, harder this time, a little faster, until his pace was set and his hips were meeting yours hard enough that you just knew your ass was turning pink. The only sounds in the room were the slick slide of his cock inside of you, the skin on skin of his hips meeting your backside, and the downright shattered moans that you were letting out with each of his thrusts, the sound stunted and jumpy as he fucked you dumb.

Seungkwan grabbed your bound arms, pulling you up onto your knees and using your shoulder as leverage to drag you back into him. Your entire body shuddered at the new angle, head dropping forward and mouth hanging open as drool pooled at the corner of your lips. Somehow, despite knowing what it was he did, it had never occurred to you that maybe Seungkwan was an absolute sex god.

The hand on your shoulder slipped around, fingers splaying prettily against your throat, not choking you but simply letting you know that he was there, that he could, and you groaned a string of curses as you lost all sense of space and time. The only thing that existed was him, his body, the way it was connecting with yours. Just the two of you and the breathless grunts that he let out against your neck.

“Gonna cum,” You warned him, your fingers managing to drag against his stomach as he fucked into you, and the next thing you knew your vision was bursting with white, and Seungkwan was growling as you came around him, squeezing him so tight that he could hardly even fuck you through it.

Your ears were ringing, and it felt a little like you were on a boat when he laid you down on your front again, pulling out to shoot his load onto the insides of your thighs, marking your skin with his seed and stroking himself through it. He was panting then, the first thing that you could process, and you listened to that sound alone, ignoring the slightly off putting feeling of his cum running down your legs. You just nuzzled deeper into his blankets, finally processing that he’d laid you down.

You faintly heard him say his goodbyes, thanking everyone for their gifts and promising to bring you back again soon if you were interested. It registered slowly that you’d been streaming with him that entire time, that you’d experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life in front of who knows how many people. But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t care. Not when he sat down beside you, the camera off, and reached down to stroke your hair away from your sweat-dampened face. You blinked up at him, a sleepy smile curling onto your face.

“How do you feel, pretty thing?” He asked, carefully freeing your arms and rolling you to lay on his back. He took his time to massage each arm from wrist to shoulder and back again, making sure that your circulation was okay, mostly since he was pretty well convinced that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you lost feeling in them completely.

“Good. Really good,” You told him, eyes heavy again, so you gave in and closed them.

“Good, I’m glad. You did so well, let me take such good care of you. But you gotta stay with me while I get you cleaned up, okay? You can do that right? Just stay with Kwannie,”

You hummed, your heart skipping in your chest. Kwannie, your Kwannie. You curled closer to him, cheek pressed against his still bare thigh, and he chuckled, reaching down to brush your cheek.

“Can you stay here while I go get a towel to clean you up? Then you can nap and we’ll shower later.”

You nodded thoughtlessly, and he took that as his sign to get up. When he did, however, you reached out to grab his wrist, and he turned as fast as humanly possible to look at you, eyes clouded over with worry.

“Are you gonna nap with me?” You asked, voice so tiny and heavy with sleep that he swore his heart might melt.

“Yeah pretty, I’ll sleep too. Just let me clean us up, okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded obediently, not even trying to move a muscle and settle under the blankets. He disappeared from his room for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning himself. A few minutes later he returned, finding you sound asleep, his pillow pulled up against your chest and your face squished into it.

Seungkwan looked at you, naked and surely chilly in his bed, but so entirely relaxed after sleeping with him, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest made him question if the two of you were ever really just friends to begin with.

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[dirtysvthoughts]

hiii i hope ur doing well!! i hope i can request daddy kink seungkwan….. just so starved of dom kwan smut here

tags/warnings: smut, lil bit of pwp, boyfriend! seungkwan, soft dom! seungkwan, daddy! seungkwan, lingerie on reader, fingering, seungkwan sexy on 10 in this 😩, extreme overuse of pet names mostly from seungkwan (pretty girl, my baby, baby girl, etc.), some dirty talk, one mention of a size kink.. anon bestie what have you done to me 🥹😩

author’s note: hey bestie! thank you so much, i hope you’re doing well as well! ☺️ after that one post i made i got a lot of seungkwan requests and i promise i’ve seen them and i will write them! also adding my favorite seungkwan selcas ever for the extra feels cause he’s too fine and so daddy in these 🫦 also be on the lookout for my 1k celebration! 👀

you can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, the peach colored floral lingerie sitting perfectly on every curve of your body, making everything pop so deliciously. so into yourself, you don’t notice your boyfriend opening your door, smiling at how stunning and charming you are.

“you’re beautiful, baby girl,” he muses approaching you, dropping his bags to the floor. he stands behind you, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his hands delicately touching your body, sending shivers up your spine and gasps out of mouth as he touches your panty-clad mound.

“shit,” you moan out as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as seungkwan continues to touch you through your panties, smirking at the wetness now coating the top of his index and middle fingers. “mmmh, d-daddy,” you whisper.

“what’d you say, honey?” he tilts you chin to look directly in his eyes, mischief and lust in them. you shyly whine back, “daddy,” and soon after his lips meet yours in a delicate, pillowy kiss. as you kiss, you don’t realize that seungkwan has worked off your bra, tossing it to the back of your room, hands shamelessly groping your breasts. you moan sweetly into his mouth, body begging for more of his touch.

“why don’t we get more comfortable baby?” he asks rhetorically, as seungkwan already walks you backwards, hands still roaming your panties and breasts until his legs hit the edge of his bed, sitting down and causing you to sit in his lap.

you can’t help the pulsating down there as you feel seungkwan’s hard on come in contact with the material of your panties. you wanted for your boyfriend to hurry up and put his dick inside of you, but you knew he was going to tease you first until he deemed you were ready.

“daddy.. i n-need you to touch me, pl-please,” you gasp, subtly grinding into his lap, but he stops your movement, holding your thighs in place as he insert a finger to pull your pretty panties to the side.

“such a cute little set you wore for me, my baby.. normally i would tear you sets, cause i couldn’t wait any longer,” he pauses smirking down at you, “but i wanna see you wear this more often.. you look so gorgeous in it,” he moans out as his fingers now come in contact with your wetness, pleasure continuously gushing out due to his praises.

soon a finger is inserted fully inside of you and you bury your face into seungkwan’s neck, more gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. another finger comes into play, and seungkwan alters between curling and scissoring your clit, the motion having the right balance of rough and soft.

“mmm, daddy,” you whine as you press into his forearm. “you feel so good, please, please touch me more..”

“you want me to touch you more, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod your head frantically. nothing else mattered right now but how he felt on you. “can’t think of anything else but my touch can you? such a needy baby girl aren’t you, only thinking of daddy and how he pleasures you.. does daddy please you?”

“y-yes, daddy always makes me feel so g-good,” you bite your lip and you roll your hips to feed your desire to cum all over his body. “when i touch myself, i have to think about you.. your fingers feel so much better than mine.”

“hmmm, what else do you think about my baby?” seungkwan muses, definitely enjoying where this conversation was heading.

“i think about your voice, and how soothing, yet commanding it is.. telling me what to do and how to do it.. i think about how small i am underneath you, and how i love being wrapped around you.. i also love how you fit inside of me, i don’t think anyone else can fill me up the way you do. every time you fuck me, i nearly lose it.. you feel that good, daddy.. my pussy was made for you, mmm - ah!”

in the middle of your spiel, seungkwan speeds up his pace to where his fingers are thrusting in and out of you quickly, causing you to reach bliss and cum all over your panties, your arousal quickly leaking onto his pants. seungkwan sighs dreamily as he rubs your stomach, kissing your temple repeatedly.

“you did such a good job for me pretty girl,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the shell. “always such a good girl, especially when you come.”

“thank you daddy,” you sigh contentedly. “i love you.”

“i love you more, my baby.”

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[miraclewoozi]

[ 22:38 ] - b.sk

pairing : seungkwan x fem reader. content : smut. literal pwp. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT.) w/c : 1.5k. notes : i’m down horrendous for boo seungkwan and his fucking hands. what else is new? SMUT TAGS UTC.  notes 2.0 : my first timestamp! wow. how fun. (i honestly just needed to get this out of my system, so. sorry about it.) boosadans, u guys are are so starved. pls accept this little token of my love to you.

smut tags : soft!dom seungkwan, sub!reader. swearing (obv). physical restraining (if you squint there’s maybe the tiniest implication of a size kink but not really?), some possessiveness but it’s minimal and mc likes it, unwrapped piv sex (he pulls out but still. be safe out there team), nipple play, clit stimulation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), some orgasm control. LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT ANYTHING.

Both of your wrists fit so perfectly in just one of his hands. 

It’s the best revelation he’s ever made. In the months you’ve been together, there have never really been any true power dynamics at play in the bedroom, both of you always too caught up trying to please instead of dominate. But when you release your hands from where they’ve been tangled in his hair and they fall onto the mattress just above your head, something clicks inside him. Seungkwan finds himself now gently pinning your arms down to your bed sheets as he leans over you, his long fingers spread wide to keep you in place, his hips rocking against you rhythmically. Just hard enough to rile you up. Just a little too slow to have you shaking.

It’s perfect, Seungkwan thinks, because it keeps his other hand free to use however he desires. He can cup your cheek, and murmur ‘my pretty baby’ at you as your eyes roll back into your head. He can toy with your nipples, if he wants, and tell you how perfect your tits look when he thrusts hard enough to make them bounce. He can grip your waist, holding you still as he fucks into you slightly rougher, watching your smooth skin depress under his touch. 

He can even tease his fingers over your clit and make you squeeze your sweet little pussy around his cock. That’s his favourite, he thinks. By the way you react, it might just be yours, too. 

“Harder,” you gasp as he readjusts his hold on your wrists, and he looks down his nose at you with that raised eyebrow, sideways smirk signature he has. You swallow, biting your lip briefly before you say, “fuck— please, Kwannie. Hold them tighter.”

“Oh, princess,” he coos, cock throbbing at how you sound so angelic and beautifully fucked out. More-so as you whine in desperation when his fingers curl more harshly, giving you enough pressure to immobilise your hands entirely. “Is this it? This how you like it?”

“Yes,” you tell him, nodding and tugging against his hold, testing it, but it’s to no avail as he presses you further into the sheets, rolling your clit now between his thumb and forefinger on his other hand. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Not yet,” he interrupts you, shaking his head with a pout that you’re almost inclined to believe is condescending. “You can’t come yet, okay?” 

Well, fuck. You’ve never been too good at holding your orgasms off, and thankfully Seungkwan has very, very rarely asked you to try. He loves the way you feel around him when you unravel, and he’s always so eager to get you off before he does that the moment you tell him you’re close, it’s music to his ears. You’re just so velvety around him. So warm and wet and he sometimes feels bad that he can’t always last that long, but it’s all your fault for being so damn perfect.

You try your best, but you don’t even have anything to grab onto. You can only ball your hands into fists to try and anchor yourself as he snaps and snaps and snaps his hips into you, as he pinches and massages at the bundle of nerves between your thighs. That little smirk makes a comeback on his features, but you don’t notice. Not until —

“Wish you could see yourself right now,” he sighs as he angles his thrusts a little bit deeper and your eyes fly open, your lips parting in a squeak of surprise at how far up in your stomach you feel him. “God, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels like this pussy was made for me.”

It makes your head spin. This is the first time he’s ever said anything like this in bed — he’s usually so… shy, so decorous. But thinking about how every vein in his cock must surely leave imprints on your insides, how the fucking your cunt takes multiple times a week makes you inarguably his? You’ve only ever been turned off by a possessive man, before now, yet this, from your usually so sweet boyfriend? Sends pulse after pulse of pleasure straight to your core. 

You think you need to try and bring this out in him more often. 

Talking back to him is a waste of the effort you’re using to try and hold yourself back from the edge, so you just nod, pinching your lips together as you swallow the words. The issue here, though, is that in your silence, your ears are left to pick up on every single other thing. The lewd sounds of your hole sucking him in over and over. The way your old bed frame squeaks with every single movement. His breathy sighs and moans. The slap of skin on skin when he eventually uses that free hand to hike your left leg up around his waist and he manages to get even closer, still. 

“Please tell me you’re—” you start to say, the fire inside you warmer than it’s ever been without you letting it consume you. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You really need it, huh?” he asks, dipping down to kiss your lips softly, slowing until he almost stops. “You gonna come?”

“Please,” you beg, trying to move beneath him, trying to fuck yourself on his length. You’re so close. You just need a little more. “Please, please, please—”

He lets go of your wrists altogether and immediately, you wrap your arms around him, pressing your fingertips into his back as he settles back into a delicious rhythm. 

“Okay,” is all he says, the word hot as it fans over your parted lips, as his exhale disappears into your mouth. But it’s all he needs to say. Frankly, it’s all he gets the chance to; it happens before you’re ready, before you can communicate it, even though you’ve spent what feels like forever being built up to this. All of your muscles stiffen as it hits you and you’re seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyelids. Your breaths escape you in a series of moans and whines, each inhale more like a gasp. He feels you clenching around him, feels how you try to pull his whole weight down against your stomach, feels how much wetter your cunt gets and how your leg tightens around his waist to try and keep him buried inside you. 

It almost tips him over the edge, too, and even though he stills, he finds himself having to go back naming all of his highschool teachers in his head just to try and keep a shred of composure while your walls do their best to milk him dry. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long for your arms to go slack around him, and (though reluctantly) he hurries to pull out of you. Seungkwan takes his cock into his hand instead and he fucks into his fist at the same pace as before – and no, it’s not as plush or warm or tight as you, but it doesn’t need to be. You take him to the point of no return every time — this just needs to be enough, and wow, it is. In seconds, his balls tighten and his forehead scrunches and he grunts as he releases in spurts all over your stomach.

He comes, and he comes, and it feels a bit like he’s never going to stop coming. But whenever it does end, when his agonisingly sensitive length starts to soften, and squeezing out every last drop onto your waiting body is almost an impossible task, he feels exhausted. He made such a mess. It’s everywhere. All on his hand, on the sheets, on you; you’re lying there looking so fucking pretty, breathing like you’ve just finished a race, and your belly is pearlescent with his cum, and all he wants to do is go to sleep. 

But you half-sit up and reach out to him, taking hold of his wrist, now. He lets you (he’d let you do anything in these afterglow moments, and he knows that you know it too), softening the muscles in his arm to straighten at the elbow, and he watches you. Watches you drag your tongue over the skin between his thumb and his pointer finger. Watches as you lap up and swallow back the cum he was about to get up to wipe up with a tissue. Watches as you clean up every trace he left of his orgasm on his own hand, before you flop back onto the pillows, giggling and licking over your kiss-swollen lips. 

He almost feels like he could get hard again at the sight of it. But — much to his own dismay — Seungkwan’s refractory period has never been quick. Even if he did pop another hard-on right now, he knows he’d be way too sensitive to do anything with it. 

“You can’t do that to me,” he pouts, leaning over you to the bedside cabinet to grab a few tissues to start cleaning you up. “Not without a warning.”

"A warning wouldn't help and you know it," you tease him. He gives a 'hmmph', pulling a few free from the box and rolling his eyes as you squirm, ticklish when he starts to wipe his release from you. “You’d whine about it anyway.”

“I don’t whine,” he-… well. “Come on. Get up — bathroom, baby.”

You think that this is supposed to be distracting, to stop you being able to call him out for his immediate contradiction. On the other hand, maybe this is just his way of looking after you — it could be both, even. But you reach both arms up, first, silently asking him to come down to you one more time. He does, rolling his eyes and meeting you in another kiss, the tissues still scrunched up in his palm.

“Two minutes?” You ask, locking him into a cuddle he could probably escape from, if his strength ever happened to overpower the love he has for you. Yet, he rolls onto his back and tosses the tissues with alarming accuracy into the bin next to your dresser, pulling you into his chest.

“One and a half,” he agrees, nodding up at the ceiling.

He can never say no to you. Not especially when you hum into his collarbone and drag your fingers down his arm to take hold of his (clean) hand.

thank u sm for reading!! as always, likes, reblogs & feedback are all greatly appreciated.<3

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[boorines]

hi!!! i loved your bf!soonyoung thoughts, can i req for seungkwan version? i hope you are having a great day 💫

hi anon!! of course u can have a kwan version! i’m always so happy to write for my lovely seungkwan <3

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bf!seungkwan who likes having you in his line of sight all the time. even if the two of you are just lounging in the living room in near silence, he loves being in your presence. loves to study your features and mannerisms. the way you play with your fingers when you’re bored, the way your hair falls into your eyes when you’re reading a book. he’s just so in awe that he gets to know you this well and memorise all your little details.

seungkwan who is obsessed with physical touch. his love language is just so loud. a hand firmly on your thigh when he’s driving, an arm flung over your shoulder when you’re watching tv together, his legs tangled with yours under the blanket. he needs to be touching you wherever he can. of course, this is only heightened in public places. an arm circling your waist as you manoeuvre through a crowd is normal to you. and so is a squeeze of your hip at a party when someone is throwing flirty glances at you. he’ll always whisper a soft “my baby’s always the most gorgeous in the room”, placing a sweet kiss to your reddening cheek with a grin.

kwan who tells you off when you don’t take enough care of yourself. “my love, you haven’t had a single glass of water all morning”, he’ll say sternly when he spots your full cup on the table. he’ll be huffing and worrying all day seeing you forget to eat on time or go to bed too late. but he’ll always make sure to take care of you when you forget to. placing a bowl of fruit next to you when you’re typing away at your laptop or filling a glass with water and urging you to drink. he’ll even go as far as carrying you to bed if the clock hits 1am and you’re not asleep.

seungkwan whose heart swells when you express your need for him. whether it’s a whine of his name when you can’t open a jar of peanut butter or a pout when you’re down and in need of his presence. there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. he’s all ears when you need someone to gossip with at the end of the day and always ready to help you decide what to wear on nights out. even when your need for him gets hot and heavy and you’re throwing him glances with darkened eyes, seungkwan is more than happy to satisfy you.

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[bitchlessdino]

ignorance can be bliss (m)

Pairing: seungkwan x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.3k

tags: porn wo plot, roommate's friend!seungkwan, use of vibrating sex toys, heavy degradation, slight praise kink, exhibitionism and voyeurism, unprotected sex, cum eating (swallowing), mentions face sitting

author note: it's been a while i wrote a pwp and i really thought this after some -- ahem -- irl events. thought it should have its moment lol. Don’t ask why I posted this in the middle of my work day.

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @cuntdino

You thought you were alone. You could’ve sworn that your roommate said he’d be out with friends. You didn’t hear the several people that entered your apartment while you were enjoying the company of solitude.

Your package had gotten in the mail and you were very excited to enjoy your new investment for the first time. Day-long battery life, five sucking modes, ten vibration frequencies, and beautifully wrapped in perfect purple silicone. 

Just as expected, it had your stomach clenching, your heart pounding, your pussy throbbing. And you thought you had it all to yourself. The apartment should’ve been empty outside of yourself and your new source of entertainment.

“S-shit…”

Your eyes were screwed shut, one hand keeping the toy in as the other teased your nipples stiff from the room’s draft and the arousal sweeping throughout your body. Your thighs tensed up in frustration, arching your back in desperation as sweat is glossing the hair on your forehead as your cries of anguish fill the air.

You were so lost in arousal, you didn’t hear the uninvited guest entering your room to announce the movie night occurring. You don’t see the pure shock conveyed in his eyes only for them to shift to thick lust permeating throughout the vessel of his arousal that stayed trapped in his layer of poly-cotton blend sweatpants. All he could do was watch, mediating the war in his body, and wait for you to notice so he could regain his sanity and walk out that door already.

Instead, he said your name, only momentarily gaining your attention as you lifted up your head before you proceeded back to focusing back on the task at hand. He scoffed, leaning against the door after closing it. “You’re really going to ignore me?”

You let out a weak moan in response. 

“Hey. Answer me properly, will you?” You heard the door lock with a click. “You’re testing my patience.”

You continued to ignore his nagging, especially finding yourself so close to your personal finish line. Your legs lifted up from the mattress, curling your toes as the device pulses at a higher speed than before. You whimper at the sensation, trying to swallow down the ache caught in your throat.

“Fuck,” Seungkwan whispered, back sealed firm against the solid surface behind him as his hand inched closer to his waistband. “Gonna cum right there in front of me and not give a fuck I’m here? Fine.”

He slowly approached you, his clothed

figure towering over your nude one. “You’re gonna act like a needy slut? I’ll watch since it doesn’t make a difference, right?”

His weight dipped into the bed, your body instinctively rolling in his direction. He softly moaned, hand landing and gripping the sheets inches away from you. Your eyes, creased in lewd fatigue, stared back at him. He glanced down at the glistening heat oozing out of that sopping cunt of yours. Temptation calls him, commanding he pressed his fingers through your slick folds that were dying to have his cock slip right through. “Look at that gorgeous pussy.”

Your hips made a sharp jerk, biting back the moan that threatened to leave. He’s quick to notice, “You’re so pretty like this, fuck…”

His hand inched closer to you, seeing no protest as he claimed your breast, tenderly squeezing. The heat of his smooth palm stimulated the sensitivity of your nipple, soon pinching and rolling them between his digits. You mumbled nonsense, unclenching from your other breast only for him to quickly take your hand’s place. He seated himself behind you, drinking in your body as his plump lips pressed against the curves of your face.

“Look at you. You’re such a good little slut. Such a good, pretty little slut. You were just begging someone to fuck you, hmm?”

You nodded, glancing back at him. “So bad…”

His hands balled fists around your flesh, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck before he’s biting down. You whimpered at the pain, pussy pulsing around the silicone. “Kwan…”

“Now you remember my name.” His chuckles tickled the back of your neck, making your hairs stand. “I’m flattered. Whore.”

A gasp expelled from you, only to have Seungkwan inhale it. His lips moved against you so languidly and deep, you could swear live butterflies occupied your stomach. Your body crunched up, your voice suppressed beneath his lips, hand pawing up at his arm.

“What? You want me to help?” 

You nodded back against his lips.

“How should I do that?”

You whine, nails digging into his arm, “Fuck me, Kwan, please…”

“You’re so polite when you want something.” He chuckled before undressing, his cock that had been angry and pulsing in his pants finally released from its restraints. 

Your toy stayed where it was, its vibrations strong and numbingly delicious, waiting for Seungkwan’s lead. He pries you from your toy, utilizing its suction while he eases himself inside. The initial shocking sensation of the toy causes him to stumble but it melted into pleasure, your fluttering walls clenching around him against its alluring hun. “Fuck…”

“Mm, move…”

“So. Fucking. Needy.” Seungkwan thrusted into you at a practiced pace, pushing himself and the toy deeper inside you. “Take. My. Cock. Fucking. Whore.”

You only knew Seungkwan through your roommate and your relationship was anything but acquaintanceship, at least until now. The last thing you expected was his cock to be drilled inside you like his life depends on it. And you certainly didn’t expect to enjoy it more than the highly functional toy you bought.

Eventually, he turned it off and tossed it aside, using the pad of his thumb to tease against the swollen sensitivity. You thrashed at his wrath, screaming his name with your whole heart and soul, while his fingers dug into your hips as he manually slammed you against him.

You threw your head back into bed, whining at a glass-shattering pitch before his entire length was coated in your release, jerking back into him like an animal in heat. “Yes. Like that. Cum. Cum all over my cock like my good little cum slut. That’s it, slut.”

You took every inch with grace as obscenities left his lips, announcing the arrival of his climax seconds before it pours. He pulled out of you in harsh retrieval before lifting your head up and pumping his cock toward your lips. You stretched your mouth open until it was a sufficient size before the curve of his head fell flat on your tongue, the milky white of his cum depositing inside. Your weak hand held over his grasp, following his strokes, and you closed your lips around him. His nectar. His sweetness. You milked him dry.

“That’s it, take me cum. Just like that. Good job.”

He helped you up, and laid your naked body rest on your bed frame, watching the heave of your chest as you tried consuming the oxygen necessary to breathe. Seungkwan sat next to you and rested just the same as you, moving damp stray hairs away from your face, mumbling about the events going on outside these walls. All you do is nod back, catching your breath, and the man—equally as tired—looked over at you in concern.

“You doing ok?”

“I will be. I think.”

Seungkwan smiled seeing you smile and your head landed against his reliable shoulders. Unable to help himself, his lips reunited with yours, this time slow and thorough, tasting every corner and crevice. “It’s sweet.”

“My lips?” You asked amused.

“My cum in your mouth.”

“I…” You weren’t sure how to respond to that before he interrupted you with more kissing, rendering just almost speechless. His kisses, more needy and passionate, stirred something inside you once again. You had just a bit of willpower to pull back, already breathless. “What about everyone out there?”

“They’re watching Infinity War, they won’t even notice we’re not there until they have to put on End Game.”

“And then what?”

He revealed a cheeky smile. “Guess I’ll have to break the news that I slept with Vernon’s roommate. Twice…At least.”

“You aren’t worried about missing the movie?”

“The movie’s have been out for five years. I won’t miss any. Just worry about sitting your pretty pussy on my face.”

#svthub #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #seventeen #seungkwan fanfic #boo seungkwan x you #boo seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan x y/n #seventeen fanfic #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x reader #seventeen x reader

[hoshifighting]

warnings: smut, face slapping, impact play, dare...

As Seungkwan's hips worked roughly against yours, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy, you found yourself craving something more intense, something that would push you over the edge.

"Seungkwan," you gasped, your voice filled with desperation and desire. "I want you to slap me."

His movements faltered, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked down at you. "What?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"I want you to slap me," you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel it."

But instead of complying with your request, Seungkwan's expression shifted to one of concern. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he gently stilled his movements, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"I... I can't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to hurt you."

You looked up at him, the intensity of your desire warring with the tenderness in his eyes. "I trust you," you whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek. "I know you would never hurt me."

As Seungkwan's hand hovered near your face, he asked with a hint of uncertainty, "Where do you want it?"

Your breath hitched with anticipation as you replied, "On my face."

He bit his lip nervously, his hand coming down in a light slap, almost like a caress. But you wanted more, and you urged him on with a pleading look in your eyes.

"Harder" you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

With a hesitant nod, Seungkwan complied, his hand delivering a slightly firmer slap this time. But it still wasn't enough for you, and you could feel the craving building within you.

"Is that all you've got?" you teased, your voice dripping with desire.

His eyes darkened with arousal as he met your gaze, understanding the challenge in your words. Without a word, he raised his hand again, this time delivering a harder slap that sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. Your face stung with the impact, but you couldn't help but smile devilishly at the sensation.

"Are you sorry?" you taunted, your voice laced with desire.

Seungkwan's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he didn't hesitate to comply. With a determined glint in his eye, he delivered another, even harder slap, the sting sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your face burned with the sensation, but you welcomed it eagerly, your pussy clenching hard around his cock in response.

"You like this shit, don't you?" he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. "Look at you, getting even wetter for me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding eagerly to his commanding tone. You couldn't deny the truth in his words, your arousal evident in the way your pussy clenched around him, craving more of his touch.

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[sluttywonwoo]

hi!! i hope ur doing well hehe ^^ what r ur thoughts on seungkwan cumplay? him pushing his cum back into u multiple times after cumming inside u and also like making u keep it in as u walk around the house? making u keep ur underwear on and loving when he sees it drip down ur leg!!

i’ve been watching the devil’s plan with emily and the effect he has on us is in it crazy liiiike

he’d like to push it back inside of you with his fingers occasionally his tongue if he’s feeling extra feral until he gets hard again and is ready to give you more. sometimes he’s able to go multiple rounds without stopping at all. seeing his cum drip out of you is enough to keep him turned on. and the things that come out of his mouth…

boo seungkwan, who’s usually so polite and composed, has the dirtiest mouth when he’s fucking his cum back into you. he literally can’t shut up about it.

he’d call you such a good girl (his good girl) for taking it and tell you over and over how pretty you look when you’re cumdrunk… <3 loves to praise you no matter the occasion but especially when you’re full of his cum.

i feel like this would go hand in hand with a breeding kink too. like this man wants to be a father so bad… he wants to get you pregnant more than anything. and even if you’re not actively trying for a baby it can’t hurt to practice, right?

#btw if he doesn’t win that show i’m going to kill everyone and then myself #answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut

[love-strike]

blondie ♡ boo seungkwan / reader

PAIRING: boo seungkwan / afab reader WORD COUNT: 4.3k RATING: 18+ (explicit smut)

After meeting a blonde Seungkwan working in your favorite pretzel shop, you finally understand what a male thot job is.

warnings under the cut ⋆˚☆˖°

SMUT WARNINGS: casual sex (reader and kwan hook up in a small amount of time after meeting), dom!kwan, making out, dirty talk, some pet names and derogatory names (baby, pretty girl, needy girl, sweetie, slut, fucktoy), dry humping, breast/nipple play, a few spanks, fingering, oral sex (both f. and m. receiving), sex from behind, missionary sex, protected sex (use of condom)

✉ hi friends! i wrote this within the span of about a week because the idea of seungkwan working in a shop but ONLY knowing how to make drinks made me laugh more than i would like to admit. i had a ton of fun writing this and i hope someone else enjoys it as well!

“What do you mean you’re out of pretzels? Isn’t this a pretzel shop?”

“My coworker is the one who does the pretzels. I only make the drinks.”

The blonde man in front of you stands behind the counter, idly picking at his pink and brown striped shirt.

You’re trying your best to not be an outraged customer, but you really just wanted a damn pretzel on your lunch break.

“So where’s your coworker?” you ask with a hand on your hip.

“Chan left early,” the man states matter-of-factly, like you were supposed to know that. “Do you want a drink? We have really good lemonade.”

You sigh and redirect your eyes back to the simple menu. The thought of leaving and going back to your dreadful job without any sort of treat sounds miserable.

“I guess I’ll take a medium frozen blue raspberry lemonade then,” you reply and pull your wallet out to pay. He gestures towards your wallet with a wave of his hands.

“Sure. Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house,” he says with an almost unnoticeable wink that makes you freeze. “Because of the trouble.”

You smile back at the man, suddenly noticing just how handsome he is. Your dry spell must be getting really bad if you’re thirsting over a random mall worker — especially one working in a pretzel stand. He quickly finishes the drink, handing it over and keeping eye contact with you. You feel your throat go dry when his fingers graze yours.

“Thanks, have a great day!” you exclaim before he has the chance to open his mouth. You grab the cup with both hands, and practically dart to the exit of the mall to get back to work.

The blonde watches you run away and laughs to himself.

“Did she just… come to the mall for a pretzel and then leave?” Seungkwan asks himself in disbelief.

The next day, you find yourself waltzing back into the mall, headed towards the pink and brown themed pretzel shop - “Pretzel Pretzel”. As you head over to it, you can’t help but wonder who came up with such a dumb name.

This time you came after work instead of during your break, hoping to avoid the blonde man from yesterday. Imagine your utter distress when you realized how amazing that blue raspberry frozen lemonade tasted and how you now blame your terrible sweet tooth for the new craving.

Luckily, your eyes meet with a brunette man. His sharp eyes squint and his bright smile grows to greet you.

“Hi there, welcome to Pretzel Pretzel! How can I help you today?”

“Hello,” you start with a small smile. “Can I just get a cinnamon sugar pretzel and a small blue raspberry frozen lemonade?”

“Of course,” the worker replies as he rapidly taps on the screen in front of him. “Your total will be on the pinpad below.”

You pull your credit card out as your eyes wander to the desolate drink machine behind the counter, smiling as you think you must’ve lucked out today. Then, you watch the worker head over to the door right behind him and peek in.

“Seungkwan, we have a drink order!” he says cheerily and you resist the urge to roll your eyes when the man from yesterday walks out.

“Oh, hey,” he greets you when he notices you. “Finally getting your pretzel today?”

You can’t help but grimace and nod.

“And the lemonade was actually really good,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. He smirks at you and begins making your drink.

“Of course it was,” he says, turning to face the machine. “I’m skilled with my hands.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his choice of words. You can’t tell if he did that on purpose or not. The brunette man hands you a pretzel with an apologetic smile and then slides up behind the other man.

“Please don’t make our customers uncomfortable, Seungkwan!” he whispers exasperatedly. The blonde laughs and finishes up.

“Sorry, Chan,” he replies brightly and hands you the cup.

“See you next time,” he tells you with a knowing grin and you snatch the drink from him.

“Uh, thanks,” you say to the both of them before bolting to the exit. The men watch you all the way until you get to the exit doors.

“She came in yesterday when you were gone,” Seungkwan tells Chan when he notices his puzzled expression. Chan shakes his head and looks at the other man.

“This is why I keep telling you that you need to learn the pretzel part of the job! How can you work at Pretzel Pretzel and only know how to make drinks?!” Chan says with a glare.

“Look, I’m the drink guy and you’re the pretzel guy,” Seungkwan replies. “That’s how this works.”

It becomes a routine of sorts. When you’re having a tough day at work, you treat yourself to a pretzel and a drink at the mall across the street from your office building. Seeing the handsome blonde you now know as Seungkwan doesn’t hurt, either.

“So where do you work? You’re always here but I noticed you leave immediately after coming by our shop,” Seungkwan asks with tilt of his head after the two of you formally introduce yourselves to each other on your sixth visit.

“I actually work in the office across the street,” you reply with a nod. “I just came here that one day because I was craving a pretzel.”

“And you didn’t even get one,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “I would’ve left a terrible review on Google if that happened to me.”

“I’m still considering that,” you whisper and Seungkwan laughs. As usual, you take your pretzel and drink and leave after you finish conversing.

The next week, you miss your normal visits to the pretzel shop after you begin feeling under the weather. On Friday, you force yourself to hit the mall department store in search of a birthday gift for your friend.

You sigh, sifting through the clothes on the rack trying to find something halfway decent. A light blue dress pulls your attention and you grab the hanger to look at it.

“That’s a pretty dress,” says a familiar voice from behind you.

Your head whips around in surprise, immediately spotting Seungkwan in casual clothing. Your eyes immediately take in the oversized hoodie and jeans that he’s wearing. When you finally meet his gaze, he’s smiling knowingly at you.

“It’s a gift,” you reply with a forced smile. He hums and casually steps toward you.

“I haven’t seen you at the shop lately,” Seungkwan says as he absentmindedly looks at clothes himself.

“I got sick this week,” you reply with an exhale. “Can’t you tell by how bad I look?”

He scoffs and looks back at you.

“You’re always gorgeous.”

You swallow, throat suddenly feeling even more scratchy.

“Oh,” you reply with a nod. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Seungkwan begins with a devious smile. “I still owe you one.”

You tilt your head in question and he continues.

“Because of the pretzel.”

His sudden words make you giggle.

“So how are you gonna pay me back?” you ask him with a grin. You do, however, immediately regret your words when you notice how his eyes darken.

“Give me your phone,” he tells you and you pause. Curious about what he’s going to do, you unlock your cell and hand it to him. After a few seconds, he hands it back to you.

“There’s my number. You can text me when you decide what you want,” Seungkwan replies with a smirk. With that, he turns around and leaves the store. Your jaw almost drops while you try to process what exactly just happened.

However, your shock doesn’t stop you from taking up his offer.

Maybe not being able to open a jar is your excuse at attempting a booty call — however, there is currently a jar of unopened pickles sitting on your counter. You took it as a sign.

Seungkwan must not live very far from you, because next thing you know you hear a knocking at your door. You open it, faced with fluffy hair and a smile.

“I’m glad I’m at the right door,” he says and you roll your eyes, inviting him in with a gesture of your hand. You notice how cute he looks in his casual clothes.

“Oh!” he exclaims and spins around to look at you. “There’s actually a jar.”

“Yes there is,” you begin and take a step towards him, giving him a pout. “You seem so strong, so I thought you could take care of it for me.”

“I see…” he replies lowly, openly letting his gaze fall on your body. “Don’t you want me to take care of you first?”

You swallow, feeling your face heat up. You close the gap between the both of you and nod up at him, giving him the opportunity to make a move.

Seungkwan closes his eyes and leans in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met,” he says in a soft voice when he pulls back to look at you.

“You wanted to kiss a stranger?” you reply with a smile, humoring yourself. He places his hands on your waist and bites his lip before replying.

“A stranger as sexy as you? Of course.”

You’re the one to lean in this time and place another kiss on his lips, followed by another and another until he has you pushed up against your kitchen counter.

The way Seungkwan’s body grazes against your chest every time he moves is slowly driving you crazy, and you can’t help but gasp when he invades your space to nip at your ear. You desperately want to beg him for more, but you decide against it in an effort to practice self control.

That is — until his hand snakes up over your thin shirt and his fingers rub over your stiff nipples.

“Oh,” you say with a small gasp of pleasure. “That feels good…”

He smirks and uses two of his fingers to pinch your right nipple, watching as your gasp turns into a moan. He takes his other hand and places it on your left breast, squeezing and massaging and he teases your sensitive nipple.

“At least take my shirt off,” you plea in a desperate voice. “Please?”

“This is more fun,” he replies and gives you a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls back slowly.

“Who knew that you dress like such a slut at home?” he says in a teasing voice. “Or did you just wear this to rile me up?”

Seungkwan gestures towards your thin tank top and shorts combo, and gives your tit a particularly harsh squeeze. His choice of words sends a spark down your spine.

“It worked. Don’t you like it?” you whisper, your words punctuated with a whine as he pinches both of your nipples. He nods, leaning his head into your neck to suck on the skin there. As he leaves kisses, he shallowly thrusts his hips once into yours and your head spins when you feel his hard erection pressed against your body.

“You can feel how much I like it, baby. I’m so hard for you already.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he gives another thrust, rubbing against your clothed pussy. Little does he know that you’re not wearing underwear either, and you can feel every single movement.

“Seungkwan,” you whine and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring him closer and gain more friction. “More, harder.”

He lets out a soft grunt in your ear and grabs ahold of your hips, rutting your body into the hard surface behind you. His cock feels amazing against you, even through his thick sweatpants. You think that you could cum from this feeling. As if he read your mind, Seungkwan pulls back from you the slightest bit to catch his breath. He looks down and you follow, both of you spotting the wet spot that you left on his crotch.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaims, eyes wide. His eyes drift towards your own shorts, seeing how they cling to your soaking wet pussy. His heavy gaze almost makes your legs buckle underneath you.

“No panties, either?” he looks into your eyes as his fingers grip even tighter onto your hips. You shake your head bashfully, secretly loving the decision you made that caused him to react like this.

“So you planned this…” Seungkwan begins, lifting his hands to gently pull down the thin straps of your tank top. “You waited for me, pussy all wet and waiting to be fucked. You need me to help you, right baby?”

He pulls the front of your tank top down so that your sensitive tits are exposed, waiting for your answer. While you stare at him, breathing heavily, he pulls the fabric over your head and throws it to the floor.

“That’s… you’re right. I need you to fuck me,” you say shakily. He smiles, placing a hand on your chin and kissing you sweetly.

“I know. I’ll take care of you, my needy girl.”

He quickly strips off his own shirt, not giving you a chance to admire his body before he lifts you up by the hips and places you on the counter behind you. His hands work quickly and slide your thin shorts down your legs, smirking at the wet spot he sees on them.

Seungkwan kneels onto the floor, spreading your legs before him and swallowing at the sight of your swollen cunt. Without a word, he spreads your folds with his thumbs and licks at your wet entrance.

You feel your whole body react to the touch, your pussy twitching in pleasure. He focuses on your hole, letting his tongue circle it and gently lick at it. You moan his name loudly and scramble to place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim when he moves on to suck on your sensitive clit. You can feel it throbbing. He flicks his tongue on it, simultaneously slipping two fingers inside of you. Your pussy takes them in easily with how aroused you are. He doesn’t take long before he begins fucking you with his fingers against your g-spot.

“Seungkwan,” you whimper and move one of your hands to thread through his blonde hair. “Your mouth is amazing.”

He moans and you watch his eyes close as he continues to tongue your clit and slide his fingers in and out of you, drawing loud sounds from your throat. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, but you want to wait on it.

“Gonna cum, Kwan,” you breathe out. “But I wanna cum when you’re inside of me.”

Seungkwan pauses his actions, pulling his fingers out and licking up the remaining wetness all over your cunt.

“You taste so good, I could do this every day for the rest of my life,” he sighs before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. The lewd display makes your pussy clench around nothing. Your eyes are then drawn to the clear outline of his erection in his sweatpants, and you swear you can feel your mouth begin to water.

Before he can say anything, you slide down from the counter to stand in front of him and pull him into a deep kiss. You pull back and lean into his neck.

“I want to suck your cock,” you whisper into his ear and run a hand down his chest, stopping to grope his hard cock through the fabric. He groans and places a hand on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Be my guest, pretty girl,” he replies with a small smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You nod, carefully dropping down to your knees in front of him. Your fingers find the waistband of both his pants and underwear, pulling them down at the same time. His erection springs free and you almost moan at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock.

“You look like you wanna eat me,” Seungkwan says with a small laugh that makes you grin.

“Maybe I do,” you reply teasingly as you wrap a hand around him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

His length twitches in your hand at your words and you wink up at him before licking the precum leaking from his tip. He groans quietly and places a hand on your head. You continue by running your tongue down his shaft, before lifting his cock and licking his balls.

You slide your mouth back up, and then fully wrap your lips around the head of his length to work your tongue over it. The sounds coming from Seungkwan’s mouth are making it hard for you to focus, but you continue nonetheless.

“Fuck,” he breathes out when you finally take his cock inside your mouth. You take him in as much as you can handle, feeling his hand rub your head soothingly. His length slides in and out of your mouth as he continues to moan your name.

“You’re doing so well, you look so pretty,” he begins to ramble desperately while you speed up your motions. Your watery eyes look up into his and you feel his hips stutter against you. You take your mouth off his cock, using your hand to rub your spit up and down the shaft.

Before you can continue, Seungkwan gently pulls you away from his cock and up so you can stand. Suddenly, his hands wrap around your body and he pulls you close to him.

“I need to be inside of you right now, baby,” he says, voice raspy. You nod, letting him spin you around and put you into position facing the counter. You turn your head to the side, watching him.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask, ready to offer one if he didn’t. He nods and bends over to reach into his sweatpants pocket. The sight makes you giggle.

“So if you brought one, doesn’t that mean you planned for this to happen?” you say with a teasing pout, making Seungkwan smile.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about this,” he replies with a kiss on your head. You watch him roll the condom on his cock, excited to feel him inside of you.

He places his hands on your waist, pulling your ass towards him. Your back arches to give him easier access. Giving you a playful spank, he begins lining his cock up and then slowly slides inside of you.

The two of you moan in unison as Seungkwan enters your pussy in one thrust. You clench around him, pulling a string of curses from his lips. Your insides feel so full that you can’t help but lean forward to rest your dazed head against the surface in front of you.

“I want you to wreck me,” you tell him shakily, feeling delirious from the pleasure spreading throughout your body. “Just fuck me, please?”

“Fuck,” Seungkwan curses as he begins moving, taking no time to be gentle. “I can feel how much your pussy loves my cock.”

You gasp and lay your front half against the counter, your arms shaking from the grip you have on the edge. The cold material against your sensitive nipples multiplies the feeling.

“You like getting fucked like this by a stranger, hmm?” he towers over your back and whispers in your ear. “I know you wanted my cock since the first time you saw me.”

You nod wildly, trying to whine out an affirmative answer. Seungkwan’s pace is brutal, but you love it. His words send a thrill down your spine, because you know that he’s right. You did secretly want him the first time you laid eyes on him.

His pace slows down and he begins fucking you slow and deep, pushing every inch of himself against your walls. His hands run softly up and down your body, contrasting how overwhelmed you feel. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, and then slides it back in.

“Hear how soaked your pussy is?” he asks in a cocky tone. Your cunt twitches around him and he begins thrusting faster. “Who are you this wet for?”

“Y-you,” you moan out desperately. “It’s all for you.”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied with your answer. He gives your ass another slap before pulling out of you completely. A surprised gasp leaves you and you look back at him, eyes pleading silently. His hand caresses your face as he rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“You look so pretty like this, all needy and desperate,” he says with a sigh. “It would be fun to leave you here like this just to hear you beg.”

“Seungkwan,” you reply in pure shock. You turn your body around to face him and his lustful expression makes your blood run hot. At this point, all you want is him inside of you.

“Please…” you begin as you push your self back up onto the counter, sitting and spreading your legs wide open. You hook your arms under your knees to push them apart and fully display your swollen cunt to the man in front of you.

Seungkwan’s eyes roam over you, making you feel even more exposed. Without saying a word, he steps forward to lean over your body. He positions himself so that the head of his cock barely rubs against your slick pussy.

“Beg for it,” he says with a vicious smirk.

You lay your head back, focusing on the barely-there feeling of stimulation on your clit. Pride be damned, you need him inside you immediately. You prop your upper body on your elbows and look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me since I met you,” you tell him, beginning to slowly wrap your legs around his waist. “I’ve been good for you, please?”

His eyelids lower and you watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. You finally feel him push into you, stretching you out again.

“You’re my good little slut now, right?” Seungkwan breathes out. “My pretty fucktoy.”

You moan unabashedly, your walls tightening around his fully sheathed cock. Your whole body heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Yes, yes, I’m all yours, Seungkwan,” you admit with a whine. He grunts in response and tightly grips onto your thighs, spreading your legs as much as possible. As he continues thrusting, he leans down to take one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucks hard. The added stimulation has you groaning, your cunt twitching wildly around him.

“Want you to cum around my cock, sweetie, okay?” he commands and quickens his pace, bringing a hand down to your clit to rub on it.

Your whole body tenses at the contact and you shudder. His lewd groans reverberating in your ear make your head spin and you instinctively wrap your legs even tighter around his waist.

“Cum inside me, p-please, Seungkwan,” you breathe out and he fucks you harder into the counter in response. His fingers quickly stroke your sensitive clit, bringing you to the brink of satisfaction.

You let the pleasure roll over your body in waves, your climax hitting you hard. In the midst of cumming you can feel Seungkwan’s cock throb and twitch as he spills his release into the condom. A soft whine leaves your throat as you feel the warmth radiating inside you.

He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder and placing his hands on your back to pull you closer. You sigh contentedly in his arms and close your eyes, waiting to make a move as you catch your breath.

After a few silent moments, Seungkwan hums as he gently pulls out of you, keeping his grip on you so you don’t fall backwards.

“Can I take you to bed?” he asks in a soft voice, taking your face in his hands. You feel your heart swell and you nod.

He smiles and pulls back from you to take the condom off and dispose of it — into your kitchen garbage. You scrunch your face without thinking and he laughs.

“Sorry, it was the nearest trash can,” he says and kisses you on the forehead.

He lifts you up off the counter and carries you bridal style out of the kitchen, finding his way to your bedroom. Your mind wanders to think about how messy your room is and how you should’ve cleaned more earlier.

“Sorry it’s messy in here,” you tell him, letting out a yawn. He flicks the light on and smiles down at you.

“Do you really think I care?” the blonde replies in a teasing voice. “I just fucked you on your kitchen counter.”

“Gross!” you say with a gasp and lightly smack him on the arm.

He lays you down onto your sheets, quickly finding a blanket and throwing it on top of you to tuck you in. His gaze wanders around your room, looking around as if he’s trying to get to know you just by your decor.

You find his hand, intertwining your fingers with his to bring his attention back to you.

“Seungkwan, will you stay the night?” you ask him with a squeeze of his hand. It’s unlike you to put your heart on the line for someone you’ve known so shortly, but it somehow feels right.

After a beat of silence, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

“Anything for you.”

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[beefboyandbabygirl]

this is my first (1st!!) ever request so im sorry if im not clear or if anything is too vague.. </3 just had a thought about virgin!svt member (any one of your choice) x experienced but shy reader?? like they usually tease each other like crazy and reader is kind of cocky and all bratty (basically all talk) but when it comes to actual sex they're unexpectedly crazy shy and the member just 😞😞 cant get enough... im just curious about how you'd write the dynamic :) it can be vice versa as well! feel free to write about whoever comes to mind when you read this!

- anon 🐱❤️

oh my gooood im so honored to be ur first request hihi <3 i hope u like it!!

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pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: smut, first time, fluffish

warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, mentions of oral, kissing, mentions of making out, veryyyy slight degredation, mentions of restraint, mentions of masturbation

beefboy quotes: "kitten wants seungkwans cock🤧" (im sorry for including this but it made me laugh) "IM WET".

wordcount: 1k

a/n: phew this was a difficult one. im practising writing more detailed smut and do a little less plot lmao. beefboy says its working so im going to trust i did okay haha.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening right now.” 

What you had told Seungkwan was true. You were fairly experienced when it came to sex. However, experienced didn’t exactly equate to confident, even though you might have given him that idea. And it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like you had tried to fool him, or pretend you were something you weren’t. All the dirty secrets whispered to make him blush, the not-so-accidental brushes of your ass over his crotch or fingers over his chest, were done out of pure love and adoration. You liked to tease him, and he absolutely loved when you teased him. 

You just wanted his first time to be special, and now you were afraid it was all ruined. 

“No, why are you apologizing? You’re doing great.”

He was laid out beneath you, already all sweaty and glowy from the heavy makeout session that had prompted the current situation. A large hand gently came in touch with one of the thighs straddling his torso, silently saying it’s okay, we’re okay. And his pupils were all blown out, and the room was dimly lit and humid. It was beautiful and perfect. He was perfect, and you were ruining it. 

It all felt completely upside down to you. That he was giving the reassuring words and the calming touches when he was supposed to be the nervous one. He didn’t look nervous at all. He sported that confident smile, the inquiring tilt of his head and he was shirtless underneath your bare thighs. 

“I just feel like I've let you down. Like I made you expect all these things for tonight, that I was supposed to be all dominating, and sexy and what not-”

“Babe, you’re literally so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh yeah, suddenly having a mental breakdown in the middle of your boyfriend's first time. So sexy of me.”

Without replying he grabbed you by the hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you for permission. Your ‘yes’ was barely a whisper. Slowly, he shuffled you further down his body, so you were positioned over his cock. His hard cock. Really hard and also, really big. Not that you were surprised. 

“You feel that?” 

None of you were even moving, not even the slightest, and yet sparks of pleasure were rushing through you. He could probably feel the wetness soaking through your panties and onto the fabric covering his hard dick, but for the first time that night, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were nervous, you didn’t feel like you had a single expectation to live up to or promise to fulfill. He was hard, and you had barely done anything, which made you both incredibly relieved and wet. 

“M-mhm…”

When he noticed how your shoulders suddenly dropped and your jaw unclenched, he too felt all his muscles loosen up and a held back sigh escaped him. 

“You did that baby, made me so hard. Because you’re so sexy, and beautiful and hot-”

“Okay okay, I get it.” Your attempt at shutting him up was to lean down for a kiss, but he just continued to ramble and mumble onto your lips, and you realized you shouldn’t keep him waiting much longer. 

“Can I take these off?” You asked, your voice quiet as it spilled onto his lips while your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers. 

“Yes, f-fuck, please.”

Before you could even have the chance though, he was ripping them off himself, so you instead took the opportunity to take your panties off, leaving you both fully naked.

“How- How do you want me?”

His question barely registered with you as his dick entered your line of sight. You had seen each other naked a few times, sure, but only for short moments while changing clothes or walking in on the other showering. Now his dick was so up close you could see every vein, every drop of precum leaking down his shaft, and you hadn’t even noticed you were practically laying on your stomach, crosseyed and nearly drooling at the sight. 

“Don’t look at it like that.” 

His voice snapped you out of your cockdrunk trance and you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his cock. 

“I’m just admiring it.”

“Yeah, I can tell, but please don’t look at it like that for much longer, or I’ll actually cum untouched.”

You giggled lowly before crawling further up his body again. Your noses were touching and his heavy breaths tickled your lips as your hand dragged over his nipples, down his abs until it reached his cock. 

“That’d be so hot”, you whispered. Your boyfriend let out a breathy whimper in return, one you so badly wanted to hear again, so you wrapped your fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing until he was throbbing so hard you could have been convinced it was his heartbeat going straight into his dick. 

“You like the sound of that? I could touch myself in front of you, have you tied to the bed so you can’t touch me yourself, see how long you’ll last…”

He was already close. Embarrassingly close, but what was he supposed to do? For weeks before you asked him out he would simply think of something gross, like Vernons three week old laundry or the floor in the subway, whenever he accidentally popped a boner around you. But now, that was actually impossible. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but you everywhere, in every corner of his mind. 

“Please, I’m so close…” The way your hand alternated between squeezing him at the base and going up and down in a fast motion, was making him dizzy. 

“I know, I know. You’ll get what you want”, your hand let go of his cock, as you resumed your position from a few moments ago, straddling him, but now with no layers of fabric between you. Your pussy radiated actual heat, and occasionally a drop of your wetness would fall onto his abs and trickle down towards his v-line, and if he didn’t get your pussy around him now he would probably faint. 

“Remind me what it is you want again?” 

This wasn’t your usual teasing. Even though your words were bratty as always, they were now laced with something different, something loving. You were smiling adoringly and your eyes were sparkling, and even though you were being so cruel, you were still so doting. 

“I Want…Want your pussy. Need it.”

You rewarded his answer with a quick kiss, before lining your entrance up with his cock and sinking down slowly. Seungkwans facial expression twisted into one of pleasure and he was muttering profanities into the air. 

“Feel okay?”

He felt more than okay. He had never felt better, but if you began to move even a single inch, he would cum, and he didn’t wanna be that guy. 

“Yeah- Yeah I’m fine just, fuck, give me a second…”

“Hm? But I thought this was what you wanted?”

Seungkwan knew you weren’t actually denying his request. You weren’t moving, and you wouldn’t unless he wanted you to. You were testing him. You had a goal, and once you went for something, there was no way Seungkwan could convince you otherwise. 

“I do! I do, I just don’t wanna-”

“But I do.” 

Your hips began to swivel back and forth on top of him. The subtle movement would have been barely noticeable had he not been so sensitive. 

“You can cum Seungkwan, it’s okay. I want it.”

When he didn’t argue further, when he looked at you with pleading eyes, you kept going, escalating the speed of your hips more and more, until your boyfriend was a wonderful mess underneath you, writhing and moaning desperately. 

“Cum for me, Seungkwan.”

Your words were the last tug pulling at the knot in his stomach. He was releasing inside of you, coating your walls in white and tensing every muscle in his body. It was only after the fact he got to see it, his eyes struggling to open from how tight they were shut, and once they landed on his cum dripping down your plush thighs onto his stomach it was as if the high just kept running through him. 

“Should I- Can I try to eat you out? Can you show me how?”

You hadn’t had expectations of cumming tonight. This was about him. That being said, you were hardly surprised that he wanted to return the favor, selfless as always.  

Your mind wandered to just a few moments ago, when you were so worried about ruining this moment. About making him uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, or not living up to his expectations. Now you were realizing that this hadn’t been about expectations at all. It had been about trust. Seungkwan trusted you enough to be his first. To show him how. 

And there was nothing more sexy than being trusted.

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[dirtysvthoughts]

hi!! hehe

thoughts on hard!dom kwan?

so excited to read what u write!!!

hey bestie! seungkwan is one of the boys that i don’t get requests for a whole lot, so i love receiving these types of asks! i’m testing some new formats as well, so hope you enjoy! 🤍

hard! dom seungkwan who would love to hear you beg and scream his name as he pounds three fingers into mercilessly, your whines and high pitched moans egging him on, smirking as he kisses the inside of your neck.

hard! dom seungkwan who would rip lingerie he bought for you seconds after you put it on, claiming he would buy you more later.

hard! dom seungkwan who would pound into you from behind, your chest and the side of your face laying down on the kitchen counter, gripping the tile because his dick is so big inside of you and he stretches you out so enticingly.

hard dom! seungkwan who would enjoy pressing you against the wall tiles in the shower, breasts feeling hot yet cold at the same time from being up against the wall. he fingers you, slides in just barely, and gets you all worked up to the point where your legs turn to mush and he has to hold you up so he can continue to tease you and subsequently fuck you.

hard dom! seungkwan who would love seeing you suck him off. like he absolutely adores it and has to have you do it at least twice at night. he’s the type to guide your head forcefully as his tip consistently hits the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes yet again from all the pleasure. again, your whimpers and moans around his length would send him to ecstasy, praising you for all the sweet noises falling from your lips and how your perfect little mouth takes his dick so well.

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