Leedo | One Day At A Time [M]

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.’

please send requests for oneus smut i need ideas. i’ll do most things but i probably won’t do anything related to breeding or golden showers.

corrupting innocence- xion smut

words: 1,298

includes: experienced reader x inexperienced xion, kissing, drinking, partying, truth or dare, neck kissing, oral (giving), face fucking

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it was 2. in the morning. and you were at a party. you liked parties but often times you wouldn’t go due to knowing your friends would run off and leave you, but this time they promised not to, but of course, they did. there were so many people you didn’t know where they were and they wouldn’t respond to you so you were stuck by yourself. Now in a room full of drunk people (including yourself but you weren’t half as wrecked as the others) and you were now being dragged into a game of truth or dare. a cute boy from your class was sitting across from you but you knew nothing would happen, with the amount of people in here you were unlikely to even be chosen let alone to do some thing with him. watching everyone was keeping you entertained, people were doing imitations and sharing interesting stories and your anxiety was starting to settle… that was until some random turned around and said

“truth or dare”

you chose the easiest option, truth, and hoped to god you wouldn’t get something embarrassing.

“out of everyone in this room, if you had to sleep with someone who would it be?”

you’re supposed to be truthful, usually if you got asked a question like this you would lie to save yourself but the drinks in you were enough to make you not care about your current decision till morning. you took your finger and pointed over to the adorable guy across from you, son dongju. you had a little crush on him but it was nothing major, and he always seemed too shy to ever be interested in dating, at least for the near future and he seemed quite innocent.

everyone gasped, clearly shocked by your choice and the poor boy started brushing so bad his face was bright red. this was probably the most juicy question asked by far so of course it stuck out a little from the rest but you were sure people would shake it off, besides they mostly seemed too drunk to remember.

you had finished half your drink by the time it’s dongjus turn to choose, choosing dare, which caught you a little off guard.

“i dare you… to kiss her” the girl says as she points towards you. he blushes once again, adorable, and slowly makes his way over to you. as much as you hate to admit it your heart was going a million miles per hour, you’d kissed tones of people before but… none of them were him.

once he reached you, you leaned in to quickly whisper in his ear.

“you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable” you say but he insists he’s fine with it and his face is suddenly right in front of yours.

you lean in and slowly tilt your head, cheeks starting to flush. when his lips touch yours they’re soft, he tastes like candy, addictive almost, but as soon as it started, it’s over and he’s pulling away, ready to return to his seat. people cheer a little and the game continues for a few more questions until most people are over it and some are ready to go home.

when you leave the room you see dongju sitting on the couch and you sit next to him.

“hi… umm i’m sorry about earlier, you probably felt a bit awkward and i-“

“no it’s okay, really. can we go talk… in private, i just want to say something”

you agree and follow him up the stairs to a random bedroom, locking the door behind you.

“so…” he starts

“that was like my first ever kiss and it felt really good and i really want to do it again if that’s okay” he says in one breath, barely giving you time to think. you’re stunned for a second and you don’t know what to say cause you can barely tell what he said but you agree anyway, you heard ‘kiss’ and ‘again’ and that was enough for you to say yes to him. as soon as he hears your answer he smiles and takes your hand, leading you to the bed.

you look him in his pretty brown eyes and run your hands through his gorgeous, silky dark hair as you move closer to his lips. when they enclose around yours you feel it again, pure euphoria, he barely knew what to do yet he was the best kiss you ever had. you didn’t know how or why but there was something different about him.

his lips are still quite pursed and you decide to tug his hair a little to get him to open up more, he grunts and you take the chance to pull the kiss in closer. his lips were the best flavour you had ever tasted and all you wanted was him bare under you. his perfume was inviting and his skin was like genuine vanilla.

the more you kissed the more you wanted but you needed to take this slow. you straddled his lap and bit his lip, taking the opportunity to put your tongue in. he seemed to be understanding more and getting better and it was amplifying everything. his soft, tiny, hands were running all over your arms and in your hair and you slowly removed your lips from his, he pouted but soon stopped when you went down to his neck. you sucked red spots into his creamy skin as he let out moans sounding like pure music to your ears. you went to reach down but he stopped you.

“umm is it okay if we, i don’t know, don’t do too much? i’ve just never done this before and i’m scared”

“that’s okay” you tell him as you look up again into his sweet eyes.

“i can give you a blow job if you want? only if you want that though, we can stop here or we could do something else?” you ask softly.

“no that sounds good, i’d like that” he says as he takes your hands in his and guides them down to his member.

you slowly unbuckle his belt, making sure to not go too fast incase he changed his mind. you take him out of his boxers and his hard dick springs up against his stomach. you wrap your hand around it and bring it down to your mouth, giving him a couple small licks on his tip. the second you began his head was back in pleasure as he let out small noises. you run your hand up and down his shaft as you take a little more of him in your mouth, you begin to bob your head as you used his hands to put your hair into a make shift pony tail.

“you can guide my head if you want, don’t be afraid to be rough if you want to” you assure him before going back down to his dick.

he starts pushing more and more of his length into your throat as you maintain eye contact with him. the closer he gets the faster he goes and the more you moan against his cock. eventually he starts going quick and slamming his dick into your warm mouth and your eyes get teary. his noises got louder and you could tell he was getting close so you cupped his balls with your hand and started playing with his more. his hot cum started to go all down your throat and he tasted sweet with a hint of salt. you lick off the excess cum from his cock and sit back on the bed with him.

“i did. can i get your number, maybe we can do more sometime?” he asked.

“of course”

Ravn ✧ Writing struggles [M]

✧ Oneus - Ravn x fem!reader ✧ words: ~2.5k ✧ genre: smut, writer AU

Desc.: You’re trying to write a sex scene for a story of yours, and as you struggle to get it to feel just right due to your own inexperience, your flatmate Youngjo offers you a hand.

“I can’t do this!” you mutter and sink your head onto your keyboard, making a string of random letters appear on your screen, until it just keeps adding the letter b to fill up your page.

“What can’t you do?” you hear your flatmate question, who walks into your room and puts his hand on the back of your slouched figure. You flinch and look up startled and you half close the laptop in front of you. 

“Youngjo! Who told you to just come into my room like this?” you scold him, not knowing any other way to react in your flustered state. 

“I’m sorry,” he says with a grin on his lips. “I thought something serious happened, so I wanted to see if you were alright. But you seem fine to me.” You let out a pained sigh. Maybe it was also a bit overdramatic. But you were in fact not fine. You were trying to write, and the words just wouldn’t come out. “So?” he asks, challenging you with a fierce look. “What made you so upset?” 

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