SLEEPING BEAUTY LEE SEOKMIN

SLEEPING BEAUTY — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. seokmin can’t go back to sleep when he’s aching like this— it’s a good thing you’re always there for him.

wc. 1.2k

warning. consensual somnophilia, dry humping/thigh fucking, needy service top!seokmin, heavy dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of face sitting, creampie, weird position (lol) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi um i was on twitter and then i thought of this and wrote it in an hour. i want him so bad (not joking) THANK U SM TO MY LUVR @rkiv4d FOR BETA-ing. ILY <333

5:47 a.m.

you must be dreaming. fuck, you have to be, there’s no way you aren’t right now. all you can hear is seokmin’s attempt at muffling his breathy moans with your eyes closed. he can’t help it, though. such a poor thing– rutting his bare length into your panty-covered cunt as he tries to make himself cum before you wake up. 

but you realize you aren’t dreaming. that he simply is using your unconscious body to get off. when you stir awake with a moan, eyebrows furrowing, and his name slipping from your pouty lips, you then notice how turned on you are yourself. 

“seokmin?” you mumble, voice lilting at the uncomfortable wetness you feel between your thighs. 

he moans at the sound of his name, feeling his cock twitch now that you’re awake. he’s helpless when it comes to you. you don’t even have to do anything and you’re blessing his dreams with your pretty face and your whimpers of his name. you just have to lay there with your eyes closed and mouth slightly parted as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. you do nothing, and seokmin is in shambles over you. 

the power you hold over him has him fumbling over his own words. 

“f-fuck, baby.” he breaths. “baby, please– ‘m sorry… so so sorry–fuck,” his voice pleading and desprate as you feel him rutting faster against you, hands squeezing your waist tightly. “woke up so hard– kept dreaming about your pretty pussy.” he gasps out and you shudder at his words. 

he doesn’t stop there, continuing to ramble and ramble on as you felt just how hard he was. now that you were fully awake, it was clear to you what exactly he was doing. with his spit-soaked cock slotted in between your cotton-draped cunt– he was practically fucking your thighs, yet you could feel him. all of him and his glory pressed against your unbelievably wet core.

“didn’t wanna wake you. tried using my fist– angel, i tried.” he cries, digging his face into your warm neck. “but y-you… you were laying next to me so fuckin’ pretty, it didn’t work.” 

you try to imagine how beautiful he must’ve looked next to you. with a disheveled head of hair, his sleepy eyes drooping, and his hand covered in spit while he fucks up into his fist. an image formulates in your head and you clench around nothing. god, it’s a sight you’d kill to see. 

“wanna fuck you,” he murmurs against your skin. “w-wanna fuck you ‘n fill you up, please let me, baby…” 

you moan at the idea, grinding against him as you gush a wave of honey-like arousal, further ruining your panties. “seok…” you whine.

“let me, please. please, please, gonna make you feel good– i’ll even let you sit on my face when we’re done.” he begs, voice growing high-pitched in pure desperation. “jus’ lemme fuck you.”

at the incentive, you gasp, blindly reaching for the back of his head. you thread your fingers through the silky strands, pulling him out of your neck. you turn your head, smashing your lips against his, hungrily forcing your tongue into his mouth and moaning at the feeling of his own colliding with yours.

his face scrunches up, taking the kiss as a silent form of agreement. his hands grabs at your thigh, prying your legs apart as he lifts it up to access your core. he fumbles once more, pushing your panties to the side, temporarily freeing your glistening cunt from the fabric. you shiver, parting from his lips to gasp. 

he rests his forehead against yours, “can i?”

you nod, panting from the heated kiss. “please, baby… ‘m so wet for you.” your free hand snakes down, toying with your clit and moaning out his name with another ‘please.’

he groans, “hold your leg up for me, baby, let me do the rest.”

you comply, taking your hand from his hair and pulling your knee to your chest. the position is slightly awkward, but all thoughts and feelings of discomfort literally exit the room when seokmin guides his cock to your aching hole. he pushes in with a moan, feeling your gummy walls invite him in with ease due to how wet you are. 

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good to me,” he says with a cracked voice. “so, so good ‘n tight ‘n warm– fuck, my good girl.”

your walls hug him tighter with that, crying out over his size and the stretch. when he bottoms out, you feel the tip of his cock scraping against the sweet spot that makes you desperate. you attempt to push back against him, but the position doesn’t allow you to do so, so you whine instead. 

“deeper, please,” you strain your neck to look at him and he looks blissed out. though the sun wasn’t out yet, the dim moonlight that shines through your large window was doing more than enough to illuminate his pretty, pretty face. “baby, please. need to feel you deeper.”

seokmin loved when you got needy for him the way he was for you. it fueled his ego– not as much as when you praised him, though. his brain goes haywire at the slightest compliment, so when he delivers a few sharp thrusts, and you babble about how fucking amazing he feels, he’s immediately pussy drunk. 

his hand finds the one you have gripping your thigh and moves it next to your head, intertwining his fingers into it. before you know it, he nearly topples over you as he roughly snaps his hips into your ass. 

with your cheek pressed against the warm pillow, you’re crying and drooling at the way he fills you up deliciously. the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with every quick, deep stroke he provides and you’re compelled to push yourself over the edge by roughly rubbing the pads of your fingers against your clit. 

“love this pussy, love fucking you like this– so fucking perfect. you’re so perfect, love you so much.” he babbles, lasting longer than he originally thought he would’ve. “wan’ you to cum for me. cum on my cock, my love.”

“l-love you!” you sob, pulsing over him. your velvety walls squeeze him as his words and his cock and the fingers on your clit push you over the edge, creaming and soaking his dick with your cum without a warning. 

he presses wet kisses to every accessible area on your back, neck, and shoulders. fucking you through your orgasm, cooing at you while he tries to keep his eyes from rolling back. he cries loudly, though, once he stills inside you, filling you with a substantial load of cum– painting your insides white.

he squeezes your hand tightly before collapsing, dick still inside of you and face hiding in the crook of your neck. you’re both panting, small whimpers leaving your bodies as you come down from your euphoric highs.

“g’morning, ‘minnie.” you giggle, breathily. 

“g’morning, angel.” he murmurs, words muffled into your skin. “thank you for that…”

“mmm, s’all good, baby.” you hum. “though… i do remember a certain promise involving me sitting on a special someone’s pretty face.” you squeeze around his cock again and he hisses. 

he pulls out and untangles himself from you before laying flat on his back with a grin on his face. 

“mhm, come ride my face, angel.”

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cw; kim mingyu x afab reader - smut, oral (f receiving), recording a sexual act for personal use, cum eating

an; if anyone gets mad at me or attacked just know this is @dkakapizzaboy's fault. no tag list because it's right after work and i'm exhausted.

You hand starts to lower, your mouth falling open in a quiet moan as Mingyu's lips pull at your wet folds. A groan slipping from his throat vibrates through you causing your thighs to quiver but the moment he notices that you aren't paying attention, he slows down. He pulls away causing you to whine out his name.

Mingyu's hand moves to adjust the phone in your hand, a smirk on his lips. He leans to press a kiss to your mound before pulling back to adjust his place between your thighs. "You have a job to do, darling. Record me, like you were told to. I need you to have something to keep you company while I'm away."

He doesn't wait for your answer, he just dives back in, his tongue running from your entrance to your clit as you stare at him in the screen of your phone. The video was shaky but god it was perfection. You could see his spit and your cum connecting in thin messy strings from your pussy to his lips.

Mingyu was always messy when he went down on you. This was one of his favorite things to do and if you'd let him, he'd spend hours making you cum again and again on his tongue.

Glancing up Mingyu's eyes meet the camera, lust dripping from them. He could sense you were close again. All the signs were there. Your legs were shaking, you were clenching around his tongue every time he fucked you with it, and your breaths were getting labored.

He doesn't wait for you to tell him anything, and he doesn't slow down. Instead he groans loudly against your pussy sending you over that edge once more. You have to force yourself to keep the video on his face and what he is doing between your legs.

Mingyu laps at your cum as it slowly seeps from you on to his tongue and fingers, a grin pulling at his lips when he looks up at the camera again. Leaning back he smirks at you running his tongue along his lips to spread your cum along them causing your cheeks to burn at the lewd scene.

"Now, you really have something remember me by. Tell me, Princess...will you fuck yourself when you watch this while I'm gone?" You whimper out a yes and Mingyu licks his fingers clean, nodding along with you. "Course you will, and you'll send me a video so I can watch."

sweet.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.5k

notes: the continuous rain outside has had me yearning for love yet again<//3

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could feel his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you.” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips. “i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though. 

or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

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WORDCOUNT― 3.6k

PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader 

CONTENT― best friends to best friends that give head, humor, smut, cocky but also whiny seungcheol

OTHER CHARACTERS― mingyu as the mutual friend who wants to bang reader. 

NOTE― this is not proof read. 

― part two coming soon!

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TPC: Seokmin's professional party hosting

Full series

Pairing: boyfie!seokmin x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: mentions of alcohol, reader with breasts, fondling of breasts, massages, neck kisses, face sitting, oral

Summary: A party host's work is never done, even with seokmin's help, and trust me, he's helping a lot.

author note: wrote this horny and on my period i need sex read bad

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“Where the hell is Joshua with the beer? He should’ve been here an hour ago!”

You knew better than to trust your friend that admitted to going to a party the previous night before, but Joshua couldn’t have been this stupid. Oh, but he was.

It was a party, no big deal right? Wrong.

It was your party and you were hosting it along with your boyfriend and sibling who left to god knows where. You wanted to prove to other people and yourself that you can be more than a boring college student stuck in the history section of the library (but in your defense what was wrong with that if you were)? Fuck the one demensional mindset of the common college tropes that only really exist in YA novels and poorly written fanfiction.

You expel a frustrated breath out of your lungs and chug the cola in your solo cup, completely emptying it out to pour yourself another full one. Seokmin comes to your side reassuringly, taking care of his significant before they have a complete public freak out when things aren’t going their way by taking your non-cola-chugging hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. If he could, he’d plan the event all by himself to spare you the unnecessary stress and elevated blood pressure but knowing you, you’d never let him.

“Everything is and will be fine. We still have a couple of cases ‘borrowed’ from Seungcheol’s party yesterday, and everyone is enjoying themselves. Let’s just do the same.”

Easy for him to say. Seokmin could have a good time anywhere. He was the light of every goddamn public event. Bouncing around every corner of every room like a golden retriever yoga ball concoction. You were the complete opposite, pessimistic at every given point, while he exuded a happy easy-going spirit. Maybe that’s why you like him so much. He makes things easy, or at least sounded easy, that you convinced yourself with him around it’d be just that. 

Unlikely because now you were scanning the room for any faces of resentment, broken furniture, and possibly Joshua at the front door with that goddamn beer already. You’re grumbling to yourself thinking maybe you should’ve assigned all the tasks to yourself, at least you can promise yourself you’d get it done. Some things were better off done by yourself, you’d say. Never trust a dumb frat boy to get party supplies, you remind yourself. They’re only thinking of themselves. He better be caught in a ditch somewhere or you’ll have his guitar-playing head ass on a stick.

You were not the only one to hear your bitter ramble amongst the unaware 20-something crowd and he’s forced to tug you away from the center of the room. You take notice and nudge back at him in annoyed confusion, quietly protesting in whispers, not trying to cause a scene, “Seokmin, what–”

“I’m getting you out of there you need a break.”

The clusters of party guests become a blur as he pushes past several shoulders and reaches your room at the end of a sparse hallway. The moment the door opens it’s shut once it’s clear you're alone in the comfort of your thoughts. Seokmin exhales in relief, padding away to your bed where he pushes you down in a sitting position.

You shut your eyes, running your brows in a furrow, and dramatically sighing for him to understand the predicament he’s putting you in. “Why are we here? We’re hosting remember?”

He takes a seat beside you, pulling you closer to the center of the mattress, and places himself behind you, hands coming down on your shoulders in a firm yet reassuring squeeze. “Just take a breather, you need this.”

“Should I? Every second I’m in here, it’s every second I’m not out there. Who knows what kind of shit could they be…” you sputter a breath of numbingly good relief as Seokmin worked in your knots, the balls of his palms digging to your back as if he’s kneading dough, “fucking…up…”

“That’s right, relax. That’s what I’m here for.” He presses kisses against the apples of your cheeks and slowly, sweetly trails down to the base of your neck. “Clear…your…mind.”

His kiss leaves a hot trail of awareness on every patch of skin he makes contact with. Your head falls back in savoring it, a low hum vibrating throughout your throat and leaking out the small crack of your lips. Your eyes shuttering to a close and your shoulders slumping, you focus on the warmth Seokmin radiates onto you that only enhances the relief he’s spreading to your sore, tired limbs. You nod your head in a daze, physically melting into a puddle.

“Mmm, better?”

You hum in confirmation, feeling more than just your muscles loosen. Your once clenched legs part from one another and you feel the threat of your arousal as it makes it past your folds, staining your underwear. You would stop him at this point before it went too far knowing about the hordes of people behind that very door, but his hands felt magical, and in no way did you want it to end.

“Mmm, Seokmin…”

The kind man smiles against your skin, letting his teeth graze your neck and let his hands fall to roam against your sides, still placing pressure, digging his digits hard into your flesh. His teeth climb up and up, reaching your ear lobe, a exhale leaving his nostrils that pebble goosebumps on your arms and neck. “You’ve worked so hard for weeks. You need a reminder that you should be enjoying this party too.”

You gasp as his tongue licks a patch of skin and his hands come together up the front of your chest, handfuls of your breasts in his hands with the fabric of your clothes and bra as a barrier. His deep chuckles burn your skin, collecting you in his heavy-handed grasp, collecting bundles of your flesh like he means to massage the entirety of your body. No inch of your body would go untouched. “Shouldn’t we be outside for that to work…?”

You were aware you were slurring your words, but Seokmin being the expert easily translates the jumble in his head and he pressed his firm chest deeper against your back to the point to can trace the outline of every nipple, every pec, every muscle packed ab in the lean yet toned fixture of his torso. “I can’t be in public for what’s about to transpire in this bedroom unless that’s what you’re looking forward to?”

“Seokmin!” you exclaim, turning your head but he captures his lips the moment you do, swallowing the moan that impulsively escapes you. He pushes you into the cushion of the sheets and freely holds you, embraces you, and touches you, anywhere he wanted to.

He licks your bottom lip, squeezing it between his lips, and with squeeze the cups the curve of your ass, and he’s able to taste the coke zero you decided to drink instead of alcohol on your tongue. Your fingers curl up his hair, panting against his mouth, deepening the kiss as his hips meet yours in a blind horny haze.

“Should I make you relax? Should I do the thing you like?”

You whimper hearing his offer and your sex-filled head soars great heights at thought of it. The dark shift of his eyes, his hair was a sexy ragged mess, and his arms–god his arms–bulging as they flex in view. The image had you grinding up into his erection, your back coming up in a perfect arch, and before your logical tendencies came up, you’re whispering anguished, “Yes, god yes…”

He smiles again, now only more sinister, “Alright. Come on. Sit on my face.”

You jump up on your knees gingerly and watch as he gets into a relaxed position. Meanwhile, your hands are finding the clasp of your pants, tugging them off of you with your underwear quick to follow. You move over to him, taking short excited breaths before one knee meets the other side of his head. You glisten a gorgeous sheen, one that’d glossy, vicious, knowingly delectable in his mouth. Seokmin sighs in contentment, licking at his lips in anticipation.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look with your pussy right in my face.”

You hold up your flustered cheeks in your hands, shutting your eyes as you internally squeal.

“Don’t do that. Your face is part of the view.”

A loud pound to your chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Now come here.”

You let your hips fall naturally, hovering over his mouth, meeting your hot, wet slit as he steady your thighs with his reliable hands. His eyes stay open as they lock with yours, ensuring you watch as he engulfs in your scent, your taste, your god-gifted warmth that you have bestowed upon him that makes him feel like he’s on top of god damn fucking world. Your folds hug his wet, pink muscle, and you could feel yourself already squirm as he makes his rounds, sweeping it over inside and outside every sensitive part of your core.

His name is delicious in your mouth, drool escaping out of the corner of your lips, your hands run in the tufs of his hair, staring down at this wonderful man that knew just what you needed at just the right time. His arms come around your legs–incoming the fat and strong flex of his arms (god fuck)–lowering on him, latching himself on your pussy in an aching attempt to taste deeper inside you. Like a rope attached to your chest, your torso pulls forward. Your eyes flutter at the pure carnal movement of his lips and you groan, your hips moving against his mouth in rhythm to him.

“Fuck…Seokmin, your mouth…”

You can’t form real sentences when it came to this side of Seokmin, but it’s not like he was listening. The nectar that seeps out of you was impossibly addictive, mind-numbing, and trance-inducing. He’d inhale you like oxygen, lost in the divide that separates himself from any other men you’d interact with. 

This pussy was his and only his.

He lowers the surface of his face and you feel the structure of his infamous nose, dragging the perfect tip over your clit and digging through your folds much like his tongue. He presses his face up against you, willingly suffocating himself to appreciate you to his highest capabilities with no fear of consequence. He doesn’t care if he loses sight. He doesn’t work about the strain in his neck after lifting his head up to meet your walls. Nor does he care who’s listening or possibly watching. This was his time–your time. 

Oh fuck it. He wanted this. And knowing you, you’d enjoy it.

His moans vibrate between your walls, your name like a spell enters you like you’re being fucked with the thought of his worship. Your legs grow weak, feeling ready to come down at any moment. You were already so close. Moisture escaping your legs, you shake in confirmation, waves of euphoria hitting you over and over again. You rasp his name in the air and finally, it's something he can hear, and he can tell it’s happening with the taste shifts.

What’s essentially clear, almost like nothing, gets savory in his mouth and it’s exactly what he’s been waiting for. He laps in you harder, firmer, clutching your legs around him like safety bars, nodding into you, in demand for more. So much more.

Your face contorts in pleasure, that familiar tension in your stomach comes back its about time to end, but your body yells at you otherwise. “S-Seokmin…I came…”

“One more…for me…take it…for me…”

Harsh stripes lick up anxiously over you, his fingers coming down on your clit to rub swirls into the bead. Your moans get only louder in response, the sensitivity from coming once mere seconds ago not dissipating. You grind down harder, faster, even bouncing on his tongue for a more stimulating second round, and Seokmin drinks in every second, every minute until you’re doubling over again saying his name in the incomprehensive way you do. 

You flood his mouth once more. His nose, his face, his chin, his neck is covered in a layer of thick, gorgeous release and you finally pull away from him, witnessing the pussy drunken smile stretched over his face from having the best goddamn meal of a lifetime. He’s sweating all over despite having only the job of laying flat on the bed while he devours you. His chest comes up and down rhythmically catching his breath, but it’s not long before he pulls you down, having you taste how he made you feel on his tongue. 

His arms and legs cocoon around you, locking you in his embrace as he defiles your face with the mess he’s made. You chuckle into his kiss, somewhat tired, yet completely at peace. He always knew what to do. You don’t appreciate that enough.

“Thank you,” you say in a hushed voice.

A low groan escapes him. “Anytime. I’ll eat your pussy anywhere and anytime for you. Just remember to relax. Or I’ll be forced to show you more of a good time, and it won’t matter what room we’re in.”