Oneus Drabble Where Ravn's S/o Tries Out A New Perfume And It Leads To The Bedroom.

Oneus drabble where Ravn's s/o tries out a new perfume and it leads to the bedroom.

(implied smut)

"Okay, Youngjo. I'm ready." You called out when you walked out of the bathroom, all freshened up for the night out. Your friends had invited you out for a double date, something your boyfriend doesn't enjoy doing. It's sweet when all he wants is to focus on you but sometimes, he might find other sides of you if he sticks with it. 

To your surprise, Youngjo somehow agreed to it. You were still smiling at him, who was sitting on the couch, dressed up coolily already. He smiled too, getting up to kiss you. When he did, he halted, only leaving a few centimeters between your noses. He glanced down, breathing normally though the scent had already taken over his entire body. Slowly, a smirk appeared on his lips as you blushed. 

"You put on perfume?" 

"Just trying something new." You giggled. "You like it?" 

He sneaked into your neck, sniffing quietly before he planted a kiss there. You shut your eyes, his touch suddenly wavered your body. He then whispered, "Yeah, it's too sexy." 

"Sexy?" You lightly scoffed as he slipped his arms behind you, connecting your hips as he continued to smirk. Your hands reached his shoulders, tapping your fingers in a melody when he continued. "You never called me that before." 

"I have, and you know where." Youngjo teased, keeping his face close to you. You had a feeling something had turned him on as you felt his rising bulge pressing against you. You almost tripped when he pushed forward, slowly leading you to the bedroom. "You recall?" 

Of course you do. You could hear that pet name echoing in your head until he got you on the bed, how quick it was that you didn't remember being pushed into the room just now. 

Youngjo roamed behind your ear, his hand at your thigh while your hand slid down to his chest. You closed your eyes as his fingers tickled your skin. You could feel the neediness of his body, wanting him to touch you more when you heard his shivering breath. 

"Okay, Youngjo. W-we need to go. My friend might be waiting." You tried to convince him after opening your eyes. It was like a jolt of realizing, this wasn't going as planned. It wasn't even helping when his hand shifted up to your undergarment, his fingers tugging at your core as you moaned. 

He kissed your neck once more, totally convinced that you weren't gonna go anywhere now. "I'm waiting too."  

His smirk played again as you knew you had done wrong for putting on a new scent. You cursed at yourself and let him devour your lips and as it intensified, you found your hands in his perfect hair as he fixed himself over you. "You're gonna get it for doing this." 

Youngjo laughed when you managed to say those words between each smooch. He could hear your mumbling excuses of your friend hating you now when he moved down to pull your clothes off. He shook his head and smiled with sly. When he hovered back over you, his gazing eyes stealing every single breath you try to hold, you didn't know if you could handle a hot messy night like this. 

nsfw! boyfriend! oneus (M)

[ gender-neutral ] ; [warnings]: mature content, sexual content

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keonhee

— jealousy.

[harddom!keonhee, sadistic!keonhee, subfem!reader, taunting, overstimulation, use of toy, degradation, mentions of seoho, keonhee is kinda mean </3]

“fucking slut” keonhee grunts pushing the vibrator harder on your already swollen clit

“keonhee p-please” you whimpered

“awe baby.. is it too much-“ he taunted at you, “y-yes” you could barely speak or even think for yourself

“good, it’s supposed to” he whispers, turning the vibrator up

“you know, sometimes i like when you act like a slut, making you cum over and over until the only thing you remember is how good I make you feel”

“you are my slut, not seoho’s, so don’t ever pull that shit again”

seoho.

— watch yourself.

[mirror sex, degradation, dom!seoho sub!reader fem!reader]

“try to be quiet, angel..” seoho coos, pushing himself deeper into you as he gripped your hips tightly

he had you riding him in front of the mirror and to him, this was one of your hottest kinks you had.

seoho watched your expressions in the mirror with a smirk on his face

“you look like you’re having fun there baby” he says

you only hummed in response as you continue riding him, seoho’s occasional touches helped soothe any pain you felt

feeling impatient, he raised his hips, slamming his dick into you at a fast pace, the rate making you moan louder than the last time upon each thrust

“s-seoho please, slow down” you say panting, not being able to keep up with him

seoho only tsked at you, leaning forward as he puts his hand over you mouth, to contain all your moans “you’re going to take what i give you, understood?”

you nodded quickly thinking he would take his hand away but instead he pushed you closer to his chest

“i know you like this, me fucking you in the mirror huh?”

you couldn’t answer, facing away from the mirror too embarrassed to see yourself in such a state.

he noticed and grabbed you face forcing yourself to watch

“look.”

you continued to ride seoho, both your hips moving in sync as you watched yourself get ruined on his dick.

“watch yourself as i fuck you”

Leedo | One Day at a Time [M]

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Oneus - Leedo x fem. reader

Angst, smut

Warning: NSFW

Words: ~1.5k

Lately not a single day has passed where you and your boyfriend Gunhak haven’t fought or ignored each other. Living with him is getting tough, but as you realize, living without him is even tougher.

You wake up from a dreamless sleep. The sun is seeping in from the curtains, telling you you slept in well past when you should’ve gotten up. You feel the hard, cold floor through the mattress as you turn around and pull the sheets over your head, refusing to get up.

“What’s up with you, Y/N?” you hear your best friend Nari say, surprising you because you thought she wasn’t in her room. “This is the third time today that you’re going back to sleep. Don’t you think you rested enough?” You shake your head, which she obviously can’t see, since you’re well hidden under the blanket.

“I don’t want to…” you grumble. You feel her sit down beside you on the floor, putting a hand on where your shoulder is. 

“You can’t stay like this forever,” she says. “You can’t avoid him forever.”

“Yes I can!” you protest. “And it’s his fault anyway! Why can’t he just understand me for once?” Your friend sighs. 

“I know this is kind of an unpopular opinion,” Nari says, “but maybe you should try to offer him what you ask for as well?” You snort.

“Like what? It’s his fault!”

Nari gets up and sighs. “You might as well break up with him at this rate…” she mumbles before she adds, “Come downstairs if you want breakfast! The food my mom made is still fresh.” And with that she leaves you and your thoughts alone.

You might as well break up with him. You don’t like the sound of that. In fact, you don’t like any part about that sentence. Because for the first time you realize what it could mean if you and Gunhak keep this behaviour going. You realize that your best friend is right.

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[7:52pm 💌] You were sure Youngjo was trying to kill you. There was no other reason for why he was moving so painfully slowly inside of you, his fingers, long and beautiful and slick with your arousal between your legs as he ignored your whimpers and pleas for more. He only continued his excruciatingly slow movements, dragging his middle and ring fingers out from inside you, all the way up and out and bringing them over your clit, only to snake them back in seconds later; deliberate. Curling them once his knuckles stopped him from digging you out any further, again and again.

‘Please,’ you begged, writhing in his lap, arms wound tightly behind your back, his own arm across yours, keeping you from touching him.

Your breath was hot and mangled at his throat, and though you couldn’t see his face you knew the look he was wearing. Insufferably soft eyes staring down at your form in his lap, no haste or remorse in them for practically torturing you like this for what felt like hours. Only adoration and that was probably what you hated most; that he could look at you so lovingly as he was making you fall apart. His lips were probably parted, his lithe tongue darting out quickly to wet the corners. Something he did normally and unconsciously. Something that would most likely make you crumble now and dissolve further into nothing on top of him.

'I know baby, I know,’ his breath fanned against your temple as he whispered, a smile in his voice. 'Just hold on a bit longer for me.’ He was requesting it like it should be so easy for you. Like your legs weren’t quivering on either sides of his thighs as you straddled him, any attempts you’d made to quicken the pace, thwarted by his free arm holding you securely around the waist, effectively trapping your arms and granting you little mobility. Like your insides weren’t clamping onto his fingers like a vice at the smoky texture of his voice. Like his teasing hasn’t been enough to make you cry and claw at his forearm holding you still. When you weren’t shaking and muttering nonsense and when he wasn’t fogging up your senses with his fingers inside you and his breath on your skin, you would very much like to have a chat with him about this kink of his. But right then, his hand around your waist squeezed you closer to his chest as he curled his fingers again slowly, his lips feathering soft kisses against your forehead and temple, down your cheek as you shuddered once more.

God. He was so deep. You could hear how wet you were every time he withdrew his hand and it was making your face hot. You could see your arousal drip down his knuckles and ruin his light wash denim pants. You could feel the oncoming embarrassment when you eventually would have to leave this room, with your knees chattering under you and the stupid cocky look on his face as he ignored the glances. You could feel the orgasm you could have if only he would move. Give you anything, more than this slow torture.

'Look at me,’ he whispered against your cheek, barely waiting for you to tilt your head up before his lips found yours and he was snaking his tongue between your teeth. If it were even possible, he slowed down even more, relishing the way you squirmed and squeezed around him when he nipped at your lips, as if to provoke you. He began rubbing slow circles into your clit with his thumb as his lips ghosted over yours softly, only his fingertips remained inside of you and nothing was enough. You pressed into him, capturing his lips briefly, only for him to pull away, a smile pulling at their corners. He was so smug about making you into a mess, you could hardly stand his stupid face right now.

'I really hate you,’ you huffed, attempting to separate your chest from his without the use of your arms, but his grip on you only tightened. In reply, he speared his digits into you, curling and rubbing at your g spot before quickly retreating and doing it again. Finally, it seemed, he actually wanted to fuck you rather than play games and you didn’t know if you were happy about it as your thighs began to spasm. Your body was shuddering and oxygen was clambering out of your chest in hiccupped breaths.

'No you don’t. Now be good and cum for me.’