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THE BLOODSHED SERIES 02

werewolf!ode x fem reader

wc: 1900

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood, FAIRLY DESCRIPTIVE SCENE OF A DEER GETTING KILLED, oral (fem rec.),

The cabin was far more eerie than you had anticipated. The mountains were cool and humid. The amount of fog wasn’t an exaggeration. It was your idea to come spend your fall break alone in this cabin. You wanted to escape the city and get some new scenery. Your friend had an old cabin readily available, and it was free of charge. It seemed like your best interest being a college student.

Everything creaked. The floors, the doors, the stairs. It started off as off putting and creepy, but it quickly grew old. Everything was hardwood. It would cost a lot considering what things are made of today. The place was also unsettlingly quiet. You were accustomed to the constant sounds of bustling people, cars on the go, horns and sirens constantly blaring, and much more. Your ears rang from the quietness. Perhaps you should enjoy the squeaking and creaking of every move you make.

After sunset, you start feeling on edge. The paranoia is killing you. You try to call your friend but the internet sucks in the mountains. The last thing you heard was her trying to comfort you in her thick southern accent.

“Don’t worry bout any a' them there outside sounds, just don’t go out there. We got lots a’ night critters,” You laughed at her dialect and her grammar almost made your stomach churn.

“I’m not worried. I’ll be alright,” You reassured her. After some convincing, she finally hung up. Maybe looking outside through the front door would help. You turn on the porch light. It illuminates not even a fraction of the dark and seemingly endless forest. It’s enough to show you what was causing the sounds though. A wide eyed deer is staring right at you. You squint your eyes, trying to see what was glimmering on its antlers. The thought crossed your mind that maybe it was your bracelet. You look down at your wrist… and surely enough it was. It was just a deer, right? You tried to talk yourself into opening the door and stepping outside to get it. As you turn the door knob, something else comes into the range of the porch light.

A wolf charges at the deer, biting at its legs and taking it down with ease. You turn away. The sounds are gruesome enough. You can hear the agonizing wail of the deer and the sound of its flesh being torn between the wolf’s teeth. You're caught off guard when you hear an innocent little bark from the otherside of the door. You turn around and there's the wolf. It sits sweetly at the door, wagging its tail. Your bracelet shimmers between its teeth. Some of the blood from the wolf's mouth drips onto it. This was a really stupid idea, but that bracelet was expensive. You open the door and bend down to take the bracelet from the wolf.

You reach your hand out cautiously. Just as you’re about to grab it, the wolf snaps at you, causing you to fall back in fear. It had pretended to bite you.. But it didn’t. It quickly shifts into a human man, now towering over you. You crawl backwards into the cabin, trying to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot.

“You sure ain't the sharpest one 'round here" the guy says. He welcomes himself in the cabin, casually closing the door behind him. His hands and face are spattered with blood. He reaches his hand down to you, his torn clothes showing off his muscular arms.

"What the hell is going on?" You reluctantly take his hand. His long, claw-like nails left little crescent shapes on your skin as he helped you up.

“You woulda been a goner had you went after that deer" his accent is thick like your friends. It sounded way hotter coming from him though.

"Why? Was it rabid?" he grinned like you were ignorant.

"No hun, that was a skinwalker" he called you hun like you've known each other for years. He looked cute with his wolf ears still poking out of the top of his head. You couldn't help but smile.

"Is calling me hun part of your southern hospitality agenda?" his ears twitched, telling you he didn't even realize he did it.

"Sure, you could say that. I guess it's really just a habit," he shrugs, making himself comfortable.

"So I guess all of the myths aren't really myths, huh?" You ask, a little paranoid.

"You'd be right there. I can understand not knowing the difference between a deer and a not-deer, but c'mon, you opened the door to take a bracelet from a wolf !" He sighed, teasing your ignorance.

"You were sitting there wagging your tail like a little puppy! How could I not?" He blushed.

”First of all, I am by no means a little puppy” he scoffed with an attitude. He walked over to the fridge as if he had been here before. He pulls out a glass bottle of whiskey, downing it with ease.

“Want a drink?” he offers, holding out the bottle.

“No thanks, you southerners drink strong alcohol. Plus you're covered in blood” You're a bit grossed out, but you can't deny that he was attractive.

“Alright, well I'm going to bed, see ya tomorrow” You were caught off guard by him. He put the alcohol back in the fridge and walked upstairs.

“Wait- you're staying?”

“Yeah, I stay here all the time” You blushed from his casual demeanor. He smiles at you before going into one of the two bedrooms.

Seungmin was looking out the window, taking in the familiar soundings. He didn't flinch when he heard you close the bedroom door across from him. What did catch his attention though, was a new smell seeping through the cracks of the door. His ears stood up as the smell grew stronger.

Quietly, he got up and left his room. He listened to you from outside of your door. Your breathing was erratic and he heard quiet but constant movement. Could you be doing what he was thinking?

Southern hospitality was his thing. It would only be kind of him to offer his help. He opened the door carefully, silently letting himself slip in. The moonlight coming through the window softly illuminated your features. You were too deep in your act to realize he was standing there watching you fuck yourself.

“Need some help?” he asked, drawing you from your trance. You sat up in a panic.

“What the hell? Why are you in here?”

“I could smell you. Then I heard you. Sounds like you could use some help.” His voice is casual and soft. You're lost for words. The whole situation was weird… but intriguing.

“I don't even know your name”

“Seungmin, nice to meet ya” He steps closer, now in front of you. He reaches his hand out to shake yours. You take the one you know you didn't fuck yourself with to shake his hand.

“It would only be right for me to offer my help to a pretty girl like you… ya know, that southern hospitality you were talkin bout” You blush at his comment. After some quick contemplating you agreed to let him help you with little convincing.

“Fine… I guess I could use some help” He smirks, pleased with your reply. He prowls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He puts his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles back and forth. Your body was already sensitive from a moment ago and you were extremely reactive. All of which was to his liking. He boldly ran his hand up your thigh, approaching your core. Seeing you react so much boosted his ego.

“Gonna spread you like a feast, hun” he gets off of the bed. He uses his hands to part your legs and kneels down. Your pants come off in a heartbeat, leaving Seungmin to stare at your sopping folds. Your scent was addictive and he could already feel his cock straining to be let out.

He helped lay you back, spreading your legs so you were still on display for him. He was hovering over you, weight shifted to the left so his right hand could run up your thigh and onto your hip. You let your hands explore him as well. Mindlessly, they ran up his torso. You could feel every muscle and the way they shifted as he moved. Your hands found their place on his strong, rounded shoulders. He leaned over you, lowering himself so he could get a taste of your lips. His ears twitched with satisfaction.

You moaned into the kiss. He smirked against your lips. His hand traveled between your legs, lightly sweeping across your exposed pussy. He tauntingly drags his fingers through your folds before he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

Seungmin was more than happy to kneel back down on the floor before you. He pushed your legs apart and his lips quickly latched onto your sensitive clit. He moaned at your taste, sending vibrations through your body. He wasted no time and shoved two fingers in your slick hole, fucking you while he ate you out. He groaned pleasurably at the sound of your wet hole smacking as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. He seemed like he couldn't get enough. He rotated his wrist around, curling his fingers inside of you.

Your hips jerked against your will. The pleasure he was bestowing on you was too immense. His tongue moved in swift, wet circles on your bud. He sucked ever so lightly on it. His fingers found a steady and fast pace to pump inside of you at. Your hips rolled in beautiful synchronization.

He was desperate, ravaging you like a starving man. He rutted his own hips against the bed frame, any friction was good friction. The sounds you two made mixed harmoniously along with the squeaking of the floor and the bed. His pace quickened and he started faltering with his rhythm. He was getting close. He knew you were too, so he doubled his efforts. His moans quickly turned into aching whines. Shockwaves shot through your body. He felt you clenching around him. He felt you shudder under his touch. He kept going. Seungmin wanted to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. When your pussy throbbed around his finger, it snapped the knot in his own stomach. He released his load in his pants.

When you went still, he pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. Not a drop of your essence wasted. He stood up, legs weak from his own high.

“Horny pup couldn't wait huh?” You teased him.

“I did all of that just for you to bully me?” He pouted playfully. You smiled, finding him adorable. His face was soaked in your juices and he loved every second of it. You wipe the drop forming at his chin.

“Just admit it,” you say. You reach your hands out to scratch behind his ears. “You're a little pup”

He smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I guess”

“Let's get you cleaned up, hun” you used his nickname for you and he chuckled in response. You stood up, taking Seungmin to the bathroom. He followed happily. He didn't waste time and was almost immediately naked as soon as you went in. You followed suit, taking off anything you were still wearing. He prepared the shower to his liking. He stepped in first, then took your hand so you could get in. Your hair cascaded smoothly down your back and Seungmin knew then that he had to redeem himself. He came way too early that first time.

red handed

pairing: oh seungmin (o.de) x fem reader

word count: 1.5k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, panty swiping, dry humping, swearing, seungmin is just a lil perv

note - this is my first official post!! hope whoever reads this enjoys it! it was mostly self indulgent hah

seungmin couldn’t help it.

it was a mistake but he had gone way too far. 

what started off as innocent panty swiping soon turned into a full blown problem.

poor seungmin couldn’t help it.

the first time it happened, you had invited him over to study at your apartment. you were having such a hard time understanding what your professor was teaching so you begged him to help.

seungmin being the sweetest friend ever, cleared his day just to sleep over and help with your homework.

two hours in and you were already exhausted from all the big numbers and formulas. you had fallen asleep and he decided to get ready for bed. 

seems work and school was taking up most of your time because he noticed you hadn’t done laundry. the load was almost toppling over.

but seungmin is such a nice guy.. 

he figured he’d help you out and throw some of your clothes in the washer. he picked up some clothes and tossed them in, he wasn’t particularly looking at what he was throwing in which caused him to accidentally drop something.

oh god, he thinks. breath hitching as he stares wide eyed at the pretty pink panties that happened to fall right in front of his feet.

the obvious thing would be to just pick it up and move on but seungmin was feeling a bit sneaky and a lot needy.

so this is what you liked to wear? so lacy and cute.. he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. imagining how it would hug your hips, how the string would bury itself deep between your round asscheeks.

and seungmin had good intentions! he wasn’t a bad guy! but he questioned himself as he pocketed the panties deep in his pants.

you wouldn’t miss one measly pair, right?

he swore this would be the only time he ever did this. cross his heart and hope to die. but it happened again.

and again.

he just couldn’t stop his pathetic little sticky fingers from nabbing your prettiest pairs! (and he was stupid to think you didn’t realize what was going on) the next time you were sure he was going to strike, you pretended to fall asleep. you were patiently waiting for him to build the courage to go into your laundry room again.

and he did, but not to steal another pair. he was going to kindly put them back before you missed them too much.

just as he was about to drop them into the hamper, you walked up behind him, arms crossed and trying to hold back your laughter. you found the situation quite amusing.

seungmin, on the other hand, wanted to absolutely perish. he wanted the ground beneath him to open and swallow him whole. he knew he was going to the depths of hell for sure.

“i-i can explain-“ he starts, but you wave him off. what explanation could he possibly give?

“did you use them?” “what? n-no- i-i just-“

you reach over him to grab a pair and inspected them. their scent was so strong, the crotch area had dried up stains.

oh, you absolutely caught him red handed.

“you used these to jerk didn’t you, minnie? you stole my panties to cum on them? i didn’t know you were such a pervert.. these are my favorite pair and i had no idea you stole them..” you sigh

“i-i am so fucking sorry.. if you don’t want to be friends anym-“ 

he was shaking, face completely red but you waved him off.

“i appreciate you putting them back.. just come to bed with me please? it’s late..”

you weren’t mad? seungmin couldn’t believe it.. he was certain you had a target on his head. you were probably going to strangle him in your room or throw him out of your window or-

you found yourself back in your room with seungmin. you sat him down on the edge of your bed as you shook your head at him

“minnie..what you did was so disrespectful.. you left me wondering where my panties were disappearing to.. i thought i was going crazy." you scolded him with your arms crossed

 "i had to go to bed all these nights with nothing underneath.. you are so cruel..” 

seungmin swallowed thickly. the sound of your voice buzzing in his ears. “you- are you.. wearing anything right now?”

poor perverted seungmin.

“is that all that’s on your horny little brain right now?..” you chuckle and playfully grab the tips of you nightgown, pulling it up your thighs and letting it linger just beneath your core.

he didn’t know to react. was this his punishment? oh may god have mercy on him. before he could speak, you had lifted your gown over your tummy. your cute little cunt on display for him. he was salivating at the sight, eyes going wild at your bare skin.

you walked over and straddled him, he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch so he just looked up at you with wide eyes, hands at his side.

“isn’t this what you wanted, seungmin?” you whispered as you finally pulled the gown off completely and tossed it.

he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. he wanted to sink his teeth into your soft skin and bury his head between your legs.

“yes.” he answers curtly 

“this is exactly what i wanted.”

and you smiled at him because this is exactly what you wanted too. it played out perfectly and now you couldn't wait to make a mess of him.

the dragging your cunt on his clothed crotch was enough for him to ascend. your hands on his shoulders as you whined in his ear. his erection screaming for release but he deserved the teasing for what he had done.

he could feel the front of his jeans soaking, your cunt making a mess all over him but he couldn’t complain. the friction hurt but the pleasure was too good for him to ask you to stop. he was so scared he was going to cum in his jeans but he just couldn’t hold back. a groan erupts from him as he shuts his eyes tightly. a proud smile plastered on your face as you let him soil his jeans.

“look at you, minnie.. so needy.. you couldn’t even last long enough to get to the fun part?” you mocked him

“i-i can go again.. i promise.. i can..” his brain so scattered, completely pussy drunk just from a little humping.

you got up from his lap and laid besides him, gesturing him to get rid of his pants urgently. just as much as he needed you, you needed him.

he was quick to strip. he didn’t care if he was messy, didn’t care how his cock continually dribbled precum. all he care about was diving head first into your cunt, spreading your legs as he spat on it.

rubbing his cockhead against your folds and smacking your cute little clit with it a few times. 

“fuck.. gonna fuck you so good.. gonna ruin your pussy.. you want that? tell me you want it.. please..” he was trying so hard to sound strong but he was a weak, weak man for you.

you bit your lip as you nodded eagerly.

and he crumbles when he feels your cunt suck him in. just the tip at first, slowly, he was scared he'd cum prematurely again. pressing in and restraining every fiber of his being from fucking you through the mattress of your bed

"s-shit.. so pretty.. pretty girl.. p-pretty pussy.. g-god.." his eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his head back at the feeling.

he sunk himself deeper, feeling how your cunt stretched out on him. you gripped his biceps tightly as he began to pump himself inside of you. it felt even better than you anticipated. his cock slender yet long, pulsing inside of you as he ruined your pussy.

"minnie.. so deep.. can feel you s-so deep" you purred out. he was hitting your gummy spot consistently, making you see stars

he pressed your thighs against your body as he quickened his pace. his forehead had a slight sheen to it and his muscles flexed with every snap of his hips

a ring of your cream formed around his cock as he slipped in and out rhythmically.  he needed you to milk him, he was dying for you to come undone around his cock.

he began to rub tight figure eights on your clit to help push you the the edge, your back arching at the newfound pressure. curses sputtering from your lips as he fucked you so thoroughly. your vision going white as your cunt clenched tightly and spasmed, having reached your orgasm. he continues to thrust, burying himself deep in your pussy to pour his load in you.

he wanted to make sure he left you nice and full of him, even after he pulled out.

he watched as his cum seeped out of you, squirting a few more drops on your cunt and sighing out. the sight was better than he could ever imagine. 

this was so much better than stealing your panties and fisting his cock to them. 

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

thank you for reading my first fic on here!! i was dying for more o.de smut and took matters into my own hands ahsh

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES ( xdinary heroes )

❛ Seungmin, intrigued yet apprehensive, tentatively asks you to explore new sexual experiences together after hearing about his coworkers' preferences.

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( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

As you leave your boyfriend’s workplace, Seungmin reaches for your hand. His touch is warm and familiar, grounding you in the present moment. The late afternoon sun dips low in the sky, casting elongated shadows along the sidewalk, and the two of you naturally fall into a comfortable rhythm, your steps matching as you head toward your usual spot—a quaint little ice cream shop a few blocks away. The conversation between you is light at first, filled with the small moments of your day, the kinds of things you always share during these evening walks. You notice that Seungmin seems a bit distant, his gaze unfocused as if he's lost in thought, but you decide not to press him, trusting that he’ll share what’s on his mind when he’s ready.  

When you reach the shop, the bell above the door chimes softly, its gentle sound blending with the soft murmur of conversations inside. You both head to the counter, Seungmin ordering his favorite flavor with a hint of his usual smile, and you choose yours. Finding a cozy booth near the window, you settle in, the sun’s golden rays filtering through the glass, casting a warm glow that dances across Seungmin’s cheeks, highlighting the soft flush that lingers there. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the subtle tension still lingering in his posture. He’s fidgety, his spoon stirring his ice cream more than he’s eating it. 

“What’s on your mind?” you ask after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You take a slow spoonful of your ice cream, eyes focused on him. You've learned to recognize the signs—the way his lips are slightly pursed, how his eyes dart around as if searching for the right words. 

Seungmin hesitates, his gaze flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to his bowl. “So, um, today at the shop, Hyeongjun and Jungsu were talking about... something,” he says, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy. 

You raise a curious eyebrow, leaning in a bit closer. “Yeah? What were they talking about?”

His cheeks flush a soft pink, and he looks down, his spoon making small, aimless circles in his bowl as if he’s debating whether to continue or let the subject drop. After a few seconds of silence, he sighs softly, a bit of resolve settling in his eyes. “They were talking about... well, how they sometimes like it when their partners take control. You know, like being the one who... takes the lead in bed.” 

You blink, a bit surprised by the sudden turn into more intimate territory, but you feel a smile tugging at your lips. There’s something incredibly endearing about how he fumbles for the right words, his shyness evident in the way his cheeks redden further. “Really? And what did you think about that?” you ask gently, your tone encouraging as you watch his expression closely, trying to gauge his thoughts.

He shifts in his seat, clearly feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “I... I don’t know. I mean, I guess I never really thought about it as an option.” His voice drops even lower as he glances around the mostly empty ice cream shop, making sure no one is close enough to overhear. Then, he leans in closer, his face so near to yours that your breaths mingle, and you feel a slight shiver run through you. “They mentioned something about, um, using a strap and, well... it sounded kind of interesting.” His words come out in a whisper, his vulnerability palpable. 

For a moment, you’re caught off guard by his confession, but a soft smile forms on your lips. There's a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of the conversation, a thrill that sends a warm flutter through your veins. “If it’s something you’re curious about, we can definitely try it whenever you want,” you reply, your voice gentle and reassuring. “I’d be more than happy to explore that with you.” You want him to know there’s no pressure, only a safe space to share and explore whatever he’s comfortable with.

Seungmin's eyes widen slightly, and his cheeks deepen to a lovely shade of crimson. His gaze drops back to his slowly melting ice cream, and he murmurs, “Really? You’d be okay with something like that? You don’t think it’s too... weird?”

Your smile softens into something more earnest as you reach across the table, placing your hand over his. “Of course, I’d love to try it out with you, my love. You should always know that I want to make you feel good. If that means stepping out of our comfort zones, then I’m always open to at least discussing it. We can start slow, see how it feels for both of us, okay?” 

Seungmin nods, his expression a beautiful mix of relief, nerves, and budding excitement. There’s a lightness to his eyes now, a sense of comfort and trust that wasn’t there before. The rest of your ice cream date continues with a more playful energy, the earlier tension melting away like the last bit of ice cream in your bowls.

As you walk home together, hand in hand, you sense a shift in the air—a quiet, almost electric anticipation that seems to vibrate between you. The evening light fades, casting soft shadows along the pavement, and the rhythm of your footsteps is steady yet filled with a subtle tension. Your mind swirls with a whirlwind of possibilities, considering all the ways you could begin this new and intimate journey of taking control with Seungmin in the bedroom. However, you quickly realize that, despite the rush of ideas, you don’t have the faintest clue where to start or what to do. A small comfort comes from the fact that this is as new for him as it is for you. Whatever happens next will be a learning experience for both of you—a shared exploration of uncharted territory.  

When you finally reach your shared apartment, Seungmin releases a deep breath, the kind that seems to settle from somewhere deep inside, as the two of you kick off your shoes at the entrance and shrug out of your thin jackets. His expression is distant, clearly still mulling over the conversation from the ice cream shop. You decide to give him space to gather his thoughts and head to the small kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve a cold bottle of water to soothe your dry throat. The coolness of the bottle against your skin feels grounding, a sharp contrast to the heat building within you.  

Seungmin has followed you quietly, his presence a gentle shadow behind you. When you offer him the bottle, he takes a generous swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Then, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a tentative courage: "I think I'd like to try... starting small. If that's okay."  

His words send a quickening pulse through your veins, your heartbeat drumming a little faster as it dawns on you that Seungmin is eager to explore this newfound curiosity much sooner than you had anticipated. You offer him a reassuring smile, finishing the last of the water before tossing the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Gently, you take his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you lead him toward your shared bedroom. "We can definitely start with something simple," you say softly, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the apartment. "And we'll only go as far as you’re comfortable with."  

You turn to face him, your gaze soft but sensual, hoping to ease his nerves. Your hand comes to rest over his chest, where you can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. You’re about to guide him back toward the bed, a gentle pressure on his chest to encourage him to sit, but his eyes suddenly widen, and a flicker of panic crosses his face. He steps back quickly, his breath shaky, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, telling crimson.  

"Uh, I'm sorry—I just remembered something that the guys told me I had to do before doing any of this... Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower?" he asks, his words tumbling out in a rush. His eyes avoid yours, and you can see the embarrassment and nerves written all over his expression.

You can't help but furrow your brows, confusion evident as you tilt your head slightly to the side. Still, you nod silently, giving him the space he needs. Seungmin’s sudden sprint toward the bathroom would have been comical if it weren’t for the knot of anxiety and mild bewilderment tightening in your stomach. The bathroom is just down the short hallway, right next to the bedroom, and you hear the door close behind him, followed by the faint sound of water rushing through the pipes.  

With a soft sigh, you sit on the edge of your shared bed, feeling the anticipation build anew. Slipping your phone from the back pocket of your work pants, you decide to make use of the unexpected time alone. You navigate the internet with a mix of anxious curiosity and burgeoning excitement, searching for any ideas or suggestions on how to approach this new dynamic between you and Seungmin.  

Your eyes skim through informative websites and, eventually, a few more porn videos, your breath growing a little heavier as you delve deeper. With each click, each new insight, a slow, simmering arousal builds within you, blending with the thrill of the unknown. You can’t help but wonder why neither of you had brought up this possibility sooner, feeling the thrill of finally stepping into this unspoken desire for the first time. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine the possibilities, your mind already spinning with thoughts of how you’ll guide Seungmin through this first experience, both of you ready to explore and discover together.

You're lounging on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless pages of information when the gentle patter of water from the bathroom reaches your ears. It’s a soothing, rhythmic sound, one that fills the room with a sense of calm anticipation. A few moments later, the door creaks open, and Seungmin steps out, the steam curling around him like a fine mist. A towel is wrapped snugly around his waist, clinging to his hips, while his hair, still damp from the shower, clings in soft, tousled strands that curl at the ends. Droplets of water trail from his dark locks, gliding down the curve of his neck and catching the soft light, leaving a shimmering trail along his freshly washed skin. His whole body seems to glisten, a fresh sheen of water still lingering on his toned form.  

He pauses in the doorway of your shared bedroom, a mix of nerves and excitement painting his cheeks with a rosy flush. There’s a sheepish yet giddy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his eyes—wide, filled with an intriguing blend of trepidation and thrill—lock onto yours. His gaze is magnetic, pulling you in, and you can't help but return his smile, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and newfound confidence, now bolstered by the things you'd just learned online. You notice the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the towel around his waist swaying slightly with the movement. There’s a playful unease in his posture—a hesitancy tempered with the eager curiosity of diving into something new and unknown.

Setting your phone aside, you rise from your spot at the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving his. You close the short distance between you, a silent promise written in the intensity of your gaze. When you reach him, your hands find his, and you pull him into a deep, passionately reassuring kiss. He responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that matches your own. As you gently nip at his bottom lip, a silent plea for more, he lets out a soft whimper that sends a rush of arousal through you. His lips part willingly, and you waste no time, your tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his in an intimate dance that deepens with every second.  

Without breaking the heated exchange, you guide him back toward the bed. His steps are tentative at first, but he quickly catches on, and you coax him down to sit where you had been moments before, right on the edge of the bed. As he takes his seat, you lower yourself onto your knees between his legs, using his knees to steady yourself. Only then do you break the kiss, pulling back just enough to search his eyes. You look for any signs of hesitation, of discomfort, but all you find is a new glint—a desperate need that you’ve never seen in him before.  

Unable to resist the pull of his swollen lips, you lean in and press a fleeting, tender kiss there, your lips lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. Then, you begin a slow, deliberate trail down his jawline, your lips grazing his skin in soft, teasing pecks that send shivers rippling through him. His breath catches, and when you reach his collarbones, you pause, knowing just how sensitive he is in that spot. The response is instant and intense; his hand tangles in your hair with a grip that borders on painful but stings in a way that’s oddly thrilling, while his other hand cups the back of your head, trying to pull you even closer, as if he can’t get enough.  

It takes a moment for you to remember that tonight, the power is yours. With a sly smile, you pull back from his collarbone, leaving him breathless, his eyes half-lidded with desire. His pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, and a delicious sense of control surges through you. Moving with deliberate slowness, you reach down and take hold of both his wrists, guiding them to rest on either side of him on the bed. Seungmin’s eyes are glazed with lust, his chest still heaving, but he obeys, keeping his hands where you’ve placed them, though his fingers twitch with the instinctive urge to reach for you.  

There’s a delicious tension in the air—a fine line between his restraint and his yearning. His struggle to maintain control only heightens the atmosphere, and your smirk deepens as you lean back in, brushing your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin as you whisper, “Tonight, you’re mine.” The words seem to electrify him, a soft gasp escaping his lips, and you can feel the thrill of anticipation building between you, ready to explode into something neither of you will soon forget.

Your tongue trails a slow, languid path down his chest and along his torso, leaving a glistening trail in its wake as you maintain a steady, lustful gaze on his face. His breath comes in soft, trembling pants, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. You relish in the way his eyes, half-lidded with desire, meet yours—a silent plea hidden within their depths. As you descend lower, you notice that the towel he'd wrapped around his waist after his shower has unraveled at some point, revealing the sight of his beautifully hard cock, already leaking with desperate arousal. The sight makes your own pulse quicken, and you waste no time in indulging him further.

You start with a classic approach, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around his tip, savoring the salty taste of him as you listen to the soft, needy sounds that escape his lips. His breath hitches sharply as you take him deeper, letting the heat of your mouth wrap around him. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening with the strain, and you can feel the way his hips fight to stay still beneath you, each twitch betraying his desire. Your pace is slow and deliberate, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the overwhelming sensation of your mouth, your hands, and the rhythmic undulation of your movements. His breathing grows uneven, each inhale shaky and filled with anticipation.

When you finally pull away, you revel in the sight before you: his cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips parted as he pants for breath, and his eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure. "I want to try something," you murmur softly, your voice low and teasing as you reach into the nearby drawer. His gaze follows your movements, widening slightly when he sees what you've retrieved—a small, sleek vibrator, the soft hum of it filling the room as you switch it to its lowest setting. There’s a flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension in his expression, his eyes darting between the toy and your face. "Just relax," you whisper reassuringly, your tone a soothing balm against the charged atmosphere. 

You begin by teasing the vibrator along his length, pressing it gently against his shaft while continuing your ministrations with your mouth. His reaction is immediate and electrifying—his hips jerk slightly, and a sharp intake of breath escapes him, his voice caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp. It's clear he's never felt anything like this before, evident in the way his cock continues to leak, a steady stream of arousal that makes your own excitement build. You keep your movements steady and methodical, letting the vibrator explore all the sensitive spots along his cock, each touch drawing shivers and jerks from his body. A proud grin tugs at your lips as you watch his responses, the way his brows knit together, and his lips part to release soft, breathless moans.

As his pleasure builds, you decide to take things a step further. You move lower, cradling his balls in one hand—now drenched in a mix of his arousal and your saliva—while keeping the vibrator pressed against him with the other. He lets out a slightly high-pitched moan of surprise, his brows furrowing even tighter as his face contorts in sheer pleasure. "Does this feel good?" you ask softly, your voice a soothing caress as you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort. He nods quickly, his voice catching in his throat as he manages a strained, "Y-yeah... feels really good." 

Encouraged by his response, you continue, your fingers gradually slipping lower to tease along his entrance. His breath hitches again, but this time there's an eager undertone, a breathless anticipation evident in the way he instinctively pushes his hips forward, silently begging for more. With a soft chuckle, you decide to tease him a little further. You make a show of spitting a generous amount of saliva onto your index finger, letting it drip and glisten in the dim light before applying gentle pressure, just the tip at first. He moans softly, his body tensing, his upper lip curling up in slight discomfort before he begins to relax. He leans back onto his forearms against the bed, and you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his cock once more.

You take your time, keeping your finger still at first, letting him adjust. His breaths come in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to steady himself. All the while, you maintain eye contact, wanting him to feel safe, to feel cherished in this vulnerable moment. "You're doing so well, baby," you whisper, your voice soft and encouraging. "Just relax and enjoy it." With each careful thrust of your finger, with each glide of his tip against the back of your throat, with each slow, teasing movement of the vibrator against his shaft—his body begins to respond. His breaths grow deeper and more ragged, his hips moving in time with your rhythm. 

When you add a second finger, stretching him gently, he lets out a soft, almost whimpering moan, his entire body trembling as you find that sweet spot inside him. His reactions are raw and breathtaking—a beautiful mix of vulnerability and desire that sends an addictive rush of arousal through you. You relish the sight of him unraveling under your touch, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. You hope, with a deep yearning, that this won't be the last time you get to see him like this—completely at your mercy, lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him.

As you continue your rhythm, his hips begin to move instinctively, chasing the pleasure you're giving him with every thrust and stroke. His body reacts to your touch like a finely tuned instrument, his soft gasps and breathy moans blending harmoniously with the low hum of your small vibrator. The room fills with a symphony of intimacy—lewd, wet sounds mingling with the ragged cadence of his breathing and the slick slide of your fingers moving in and out of his entrance. His body is alive with sensation, each jolt of pleasure pushing him closer to the edge. You can feel it in the way his cock twitches within your mouth, desperate and aching, and in the way his hands begin to reach out, searching for something—anything—to anchor himself to in this sea of pleasure.

Sensing his need for connection, you decide to turn off the vibrator, its quiet hum fading as you toss it aside. Instead, you take one of his trembling hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together. The simple touch is grounding, bringing him back to the present, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise that you’re right here with him. His breath stutters in his chest, and you take a moment to savor his reaction as you bob your head along his length, letting your tongue twirl and dance around him with deliberate slowness. You pull away with a soft, wet pop, your lips red and swollen, still brushing kisses along his shaft. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice a hushed command, each word a warm breath against his sensitive skin that sends shivers coursing through him. "Let go for me, my love."

When you take him back into your mouth, your lips enveloping him in a warm, wet heat, he gasps, his body taut with anticipation. Your tongue teases the slit at his tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, while your fingers work with a newfound urgency, picking up their pace as they curl and press, grazing his sensitive spot inside with precision. The effect is immediate and electrifying—his body tenses, his hips bucking slightly as he teeters on the brink. His moans grow louder, his breath more erratic, and you can feel his restraint slipping away. It doesn’t take long before Seungmin is coming undone beneath you, his release crashing over him like a wave. 

His body trembles violently with pleasure, his muscles clenching and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of surrender. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part as a broken, breathless moan escapes him, echoing through the room. His fingers grip yours tightly, holding on as if afraid to let go, his trust in you deepening with every exhale. You feel a profound connection in this moment—a wordless understanding, a bond that transcends the physical. His vulnerability, his trust, his surrender—they are gifts, and you cherish each one as he loses himself in the intensity of his climax, feeling the weight of the intimacy shared between you.

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and then there’s ode,

his was kinda difficult to come up with because i feel like he’s more dom leaning, but occasionally he’ll let his partner take control

i was thinking maybe the reader’s fingers go a little lower than expected during a blowjob or he heard about pegging from another member and he was curious, because anal play can’t be that good right?

so he asks the reader if they’d feel comfortable just experimenting. like he doesn’t want to go all the way just yet (can’t believe i just said that), but like just starting with fingering and maybe working his way up to a vibrating plug or something? idk i trust your brain!

and that should be every member i believe! i’ll definitely be back with more, but i wanted to request them all first because there’s not enough xdinary heroes fics😭😭

thank you again for everything!!!

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Hello! You're so right about O.de being more of a dominant in bed, but I also really do feel like he wouldn't be opposed to experimenting if he's comfortable enough with his partner. I hope this piece does your vision justice! ── ( 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 )

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES (MDNI) 3.9K

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

I’m so glad you enjoyed it even if it was outside of your comfort zone! Thank you so much for the support 🥹🫶

─── ⋆⋅☆ CURIOUS PLEASURES ( xdinary heroes )

❛ Seungmin, intrigued yet apprehensive, tentatively asks you to explore new sexual experiences together after hearing about his coworkers' preferences.

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ It took me a second to write this because I wasn't sure of how to start it, but I did it! This was requested by the amazing🍀 Anon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, anal fingering (male receiving), blowjob, use of a vibrator, handjob, mentions of watching porn, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

As you leave your boyfriend’s workplace, Seungmin reaches for your hand. His touch is warm and familiar, grounding you in the present moment. The late afternoon sun dips low in the sky, casting elongated shadows along the sidewalk, and the two of you naturally fall into a comfortable rhythm, your steps matching as you head toward your usual spot—a quaint little ice cream shop a few blocks away. The conversation between you is light at first, filled with the small moments of your day, the kinds of things you always share during these evening walks. You notice that Seungmin seems a bit distant, his gaze unfocused as if he's lost in thought, but you decide not to press him, trusting that he’ll share what’s on his mind when he’s ready.  

When you reach the shop, the bell above the door chimes softly, its gentle sound blending with the soft murmur of conversations inside. You both head to the counter, Seungmin ordering his favorite flavor with a hint of his usual smile, and you choose yours. Finding a cozy booth near the window, you settle in, the sun’s golden rays filtering through the glass, casting a warm glow that dances across Seungmin’s cheeks, highlighting the soft flush that lingers there. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the subtle tension still lingering in his posture. He’s fidgety, his spoon stirring his ice cream more than he’s eating it. 

“What’s on your mind?” you ask after a moment, your curiosity getting the better of you. You take a slow spoonful of your ice cream, eyes focused on him. You've learned to recognize the signs—the way his lips are slightly pursed, how his eyes dart around as if searching for the right words. 

Seungmin hesitates, his gaze flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping back down to his bowl. “So, um, today at the shop, Hyeongjun and Jungsu were talking about... something,” he says, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy. 

You raise a curious eyebrow, leaning in a bit closer. “Yeah? What were they talking about?”

His cheeks flush a soft pink, and he looks down, his spoon making small, aimless circles in his bowl as if he’s debating whether to continue or let the subject drop. After a few seconds of silence, he sighs softly, a bit of resolve settling in his eyes. “They were talking about... well, how they sometimes like it when their partners take control. You know, like being the one who... takes the lead in bed.” 

You blink, a bit surprised by the sudden turn into more intimate territory, but you feel a smile tugging at your lips. There’s something incredibly endearing about how he fumbles for the right words, his shyness evident in the way his cheeks redden further. “Really? And what did you think about that?” you ask gently, your tone encouraging as you watch his expression closely, trying to gauge his thoughts.

He shifts in his seat, clearly feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “I... I don’t know. I mean, I guess I never really thought about it as an option.” His voice drops even lower as he glances around the mostly empty ice cream shop, making sure no one is close enough to overhear. Then, he leans in closer, his face so near to yours that your breaths mingle, and you feel a slight shiver run through you. “They mentioned something about, um, using a strap and, well... it sounded kind of interesting.” His words come out in a whisper, his vulnerability palpable. 

For a moment, you’re caught off guard by his confession, but a soft smile forms on your lips. There's a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of the conversation, a thrill that sends a warm flutter through your veins. “If it’s something you’re curious about, we can definitely try it whenever you want,” you reply, your voice gentle and reassuring. “I’d be more than happy to explore that with you.” You want him to know there’s no pressure, only a safe space to share and explore whatever he’s comfortable with.

Seungmin's eyes widen slightly, and his cheeks deepen to a lovely shade of crimson. His gaze drops back to his slowly melting ice cream, and he murmurs, “Really? You’d be okay with something like that? You don’t think it’s too... weird?”

Your smile softens into something more earnest as you reach across the table, placing your hand over his. “Of course, I’d love to try it out with you, my love. You should always know that I want to make you feel good. If that means stepping out of our comfort zones, then I’m always open to at least discussing it. We can start slow, see how it feels for both of us, okay?” 

Seungmin nods, his expression a beautiful mix of relief, nerves, and budding excitement. There’s a lightness to his eyes now, a sense of comfort and trust that wasn’t there before. The rest of your ice cream date continues with a more playful energy, the earlier tension melting away like the last bit of ice cream in your bowls.

As you walk home together, hand in hand, you sense a shift in the air—a quiet, almost electric anticipation that seems to vibrate between you. The evening light fades, casting soft shadows along the pavement, and the rhythm of your footsteps is steady yet filled with a subtle tension. Your mind swirls with a whirlwind of possibilities, considering all the ways you could begin this new and intimate journey of taking control with Seungmin in the bedroom. However, you quickly realize that, despite the rush of ideas, you don’t have the faintest clue where to start or what to do. A small comfort comes from the fact that this is as new for him as it is for you. Whatever happens next will be a learning experience for both of you—a shared exploration of uncharted territory.  

When you finally reach your shared apartment, Seungmin releases a deep breath, the kind that seems to settle from somewhere deep inside, as the two of you kick off your shoes at the entrance and shrug out of your thin jackets. His expression is distant, clearly still mulling over the conversation from the ice cream shop. You decide to give him space to gather his thoughts and head to the small kitchen, opening the fridge to retrieve a cold bottle of water to soothe your dry throat. The coolness of the bottle against your skin feels grounding, a sharp contrast to the heat building within you.  

Seungmin has followed you quietly, his presence a gentle shadow behind you. When you offer him the bottle, he takes a generous swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Then, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with a tentative courage: "I think I'd like to try... starting small. If that's okay."  

His words send a quickening pulse through your veins, your heartbeat drumming a little faster as it dawns on you that Seungmin is eager to explore this newfound curiosity much sooner than you had anticipated. You offer him a reassuring smile, finishing the last of the water before tossing the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Gently, you take his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you lead him toward your shared bedroom. "We can definitely start with something simple," you say softly, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the apartment. "And we'll only go as far as you’re comfortable with."  

You turn to face him, your gaze soft but sensual, hoping to ease his nerves. Your hand comes to rest over his chest, where you can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. You’re about to guide him back toward the bed, a gentle pressure on his chest to encourage him to sit, but his eyes suddenly widen, and a flicker of panic crosses his face. He steps back quickly, his breath shaky, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, telling crimson.  

"Uh, I'm sorry—I just remembered something that the guys told me I had to do before doing any of this... Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower?" he asks, his words tumbling out in a rush. His eyes avoid yours, and you can see the embarrassment and nerves written all over his expression.

You can't help but furrow your brows, confusion evident as you tilt your head slightly to the side. Still, you nod silently, giving him the space he needs. Seungmin’s sudden sprint toward the bathroom would have been comical if it weren’t for the knot of anxiety and mild bewilderment tightening in your stomach. The bathroom is just down the short hallway, right next to the bedroom, and you hear the door close behind him, followed by the faint sound of water rushing through the pipes.  

With a soft sigh, you sit on the edge of your shared bed, feeling the anticipation build anew. Slipping your phone from the back pocket of your work pants, you decide to make use of the unexpected time alone. You navigate the internet with a mix of anxious curiosity and burgeoning excitement, searching for any ideas or suggestions on how to approach this new dynamic between you and Seungmin.  

Your eyes skim through informative websites and, eventually, a few more porn videos, your breath growing a little heavier as you delve deeper. With each click, each new insight, a slow, simmering arousal builds within you, blending with the thrill of the unknown. You can’t help but wonder why neither of you had brought up this possibility sooner, feeling the thrill of finally stepping into this unspoken desire for the first time. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine the possibilities, your mind already spinning with thoughts of how you’ll guide Seungmin through this first experience, both of you ready to explore and discover together.

You're lounging on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless pages of information when the gentle patter of water from the bathroom reaches your ears. It’s a soothing, rhythmic sound, one that fills the room with a sense of calm anticipation. A few moments later, the door creaks open, and Seungmin steps out, the steam curling around him like a fine mist. A towel is wrapped snugly around his waist, clinging to his hips, while his hair, still damp from the shower, clings in soft, tousled strands that curl at the ends. Droplets of water trail from his dark locks, gliding down the curve of his neck and catching the soft light, leaving a shimmering trail along his freshly washed skin. His whole body seems to glisten, a fresh sheen of water still lingering on his toned form.  

He pauses in the doorway of your shared bedroom, a mix of nerves and excitement painting his cheeks with a rosy flush. There’s a sheepish yet giddy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his eyes—wide, filled with an intriguing blend of trepidation and thrill—lock onto yours. His gaze is magnetic, pulling you in, and you can't help but return his smile, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and newfound confidence, now bolstered by the things you'd just learned online. You notice the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the towel around his waist swaying slightly with the movement. There’s a playful unease in his posture—a hesitancy tempered with the eager curiosity of diving into something new and unknown.

Setting your phone aside, you rise from your spot at the edge of the bed, your eyes never leaving his. You close the short distance between you, a silent promise written in the intensity of your gaze. When you reach him, your hands find his, and you pull him into a deep, passionately reassuring kiss. He responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that matches your own. As you gently nip at his bottom lip, a silent plea for more, he lets out a soft whimper that sends a rush of arousal through you. His lips part willingly, and you waste no time, your tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his in an intimate dance that deepens with every second.  

Without breaking the heated exchange, you guide him back toward the bed. His steps are tentative at first, but he quickly catches on, and you coax him down to sit where you had been moments before, right on the edge of the bed. As he takes his seat, you lower yourself onto your knees between his legs, using his knees to steady yourself. Only then do you break the kiss, pulling back just enough to search his eyes. You look for any signs of hesitation, of discomfort, but all you find is a new glint—a desperate need that you’ve never seen in him before.  

Unable to resist the pull of his swollen lips, you lean in and press a fleeting, tender kiss there, your lips lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. Then, you begin a slow, deliberate trail down his jawline, your lips grazing his skin in soft, teasing pecks that send shivers rippling through him. His breath catches, and when you reach his collarbones, you pause, knowing just how sensitive he is in that spot. The response is instant and intense; his hand tangles in your hair with a grip that borders on painful but stings in a way that’s oddly thrilling, while his other hand cups the back of your head, trying to pull you even closer, as if he can’t get enough.  

It takes a moment for you to remember that tonight, the power is yours. With a sly smile, you pull back from his collarbone, leaving him breathless, his eyes half-lidded with desire. His pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, and a delicious sense of control surges through you. Moving with deliberate slowness, you reach down and take hold of both his wrists, guiding them to rest on either side of him on the bed. Seungmin’s eyes are glazed with lust, his chest still heaving, but he obeys, keeping his hands where you’ve placed them, though his fingers twitch with the instinctive urge to reach for you.  

There’s a delicious tension in the air—a fine line between his restraint and his yearning. His struggle to maintain control only heightens the atmosphere, and your smirk deepens as you lean back in, brushing your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin as you whisper, “Tonight, you’re mine.” The words seem to electrify him, a soft gasp escaping his lips, and you can feel the thrill of anticipation building between you, ready to explode into something neither of you will soon forget.

Your tongue trails a slow, languid path down his chest and along his torso, leaving a glistening trail in its wake as you maintain a steady, lustful gaze on his face. His breath comes in soft, trembling pants, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. You relish in the way his eyes, half-lidded with desire, meet yours—a silent plea hidden within their depths. As you descend lower, you notice that the towel he'd wrapped around his waist after his shower has unraveled at some point, revealing the sight of his beautifully hard cock, already leaking with desperate arousal. The sight makes your own pulse quicken, and you waste no time in indulging him further.

You start with a classic approach, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around his tip, savoring the salty taste of him as you listen to the soft, needy sounds that escape his lips. His breath hitches sharply as you take him deeper, letting the heat of your mouth wrap around him. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening with the strain, and you can feel the way his hips fight to stay still beneath you, each twitch betraying his desire. Your pace is slow and deliberate, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the overwhelming sensation of your mouth, your hands, and the rhythmic undulation of your movements. His breathing grows uneven, each inhale shaky and filled with anticipation.

When you finally pull away, you revel in the sight before you: his cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips parted as he pants for breath, and his eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure. "I want to try something," you murmur softly, your voice low and teasing as you reach into the nearby drawer. His gaze follows your movements, widening slightly when he sees what you've retrieved—a small, sleek vibrator, the soft hum of it filling the room as you switch it to its lowest setting. There’s a flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension in his expression, his eyes darting between the toy and your face. "Just relax," you whisper reassuringly, your tone a soothing balm against the charged atmosphere. 

You begin by teasing the vibrator along his length, pressing it gently against his shaft while continuing your ministrations with your mouth. His reaction is immediate and electrifying—his hips jerk slightly, and a sharp intake of breath escapes him, his voice caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp. It's clear he's never felt anything like this before, evident in the way his cock continues to leak, a steady stream of arousal that makes your own excitement build. You keep your movements steady and methodical, letting the vibrator explore all the sensitive spots along his cock, each touch drawing shivers and jerks from his body. A proud grin tugs at your lips as you watch his responses, the way his brows knit together, and his lips part to release soft, breathless moans.

As his pleasure builds, you decide to take things a step further. You move lower, cradling his balls in one hand—now drenched in a mix of his arousal and your saliva—while keeping the vibrator pressed against him with the other. He lets out a slightly high-pitched moan of surprise, his brows furrowing even tighter as his face contorts in sheer pleasure. "Does this feel good?" you ask softly, your voice a soothing caress as you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort. He nods quickly, his voice catching in his throat as he manages a strained, "Y-yeah... feels really good." 

Encouraged by his response, you continue, your fingers gradually slipping lower to tease along his entrance. His breath hitches again, but this time there's an eager undertone, a breathless anticipation evident in the way he instinctively pushes his hips forward, silently begging for more. With a soft chuckle, you decide to tease him a little further. You make a show of spitting a generous amount of saliva onto your index finger, letting it drip and glisten in the dim light before applying gentle pressure, just the tip at first. He moans softly, his body tensing, his upper lip curling up in slight discomfort before he begins to relax. He leans back onto his forearms against the bed, and you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his cock once more.

You take your time, keeping your finger still at first, letting him adjust. His breaths come in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to steady himself. All the while, you maintain eye contact, wanting him to feel safe, to feel cherished in this vulnerable moment. "You're doing so well, baby," you whisper, your voice soft and encouraging. "Just relax and enjoy it." With each careful thrust of your finger, with each glide of his tip against the back of your throat, with each slow, teasing movement of the vibrator against his shaft—his body begins to respond. His breaths grow deeper and more ragged, his hips moving in time with your rhythm. 

When you add a second finger, stretching him gently, he lets out a soft, almost whimpering moan, his entire body trembling as you find that sweet spot inside him. His reactions are raw and breathtaking—a beautiful mix of vulnerability and desire that sends an addictive rush of arousal through you. You relish the sight of him unraveling under your touch, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. You hope, with a deep yearning, that this won't be the last time you get to see him like this—completely at your mercy, lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him.

As you continue your rhythm, his hips begin to move instinctively, chasing the pleasure you're giving him with every thrust and stroke. His body reacts to your touch like a finely tuned instrument, his soft gasps and breathy moans blending harmoniously with the low hum of your small vibrator. The room fills with a symphony of intimacy—lewd, wet sounds mingling with the ragged cadence of his breathing and the slick slide of your fingers moving in and out of his entrance. His body is alive with sensation, each jolt of pleasure pushing him closer to the edge. You can feel it in the way his cock twitches within your mouth, desperate and aching, and in the way his hands begin to reach out, searching for something—anything—to anchor himself to in this sea of pleasure.

Sensing his need for connection, you decide to turn off the vibrator, its quiet hum fading as you toss it aside. Instead, you take one of his trembling hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together. The simple touch is grounding, bringing him back to the present, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise that you’re right here with him. His breath stutters in his chest, and you take a moment to savor his reaction as you bob your head along his length, letting your tongue twirl and dance around him with deliberate slowness. You pull away with a soft, wet pop, your lips red and swollen, still brushing kisses along his shaft. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice a hushed command, each word a warm breath against his sensitive skin that sends shivers coursing through him. "Let go for me, my love."

When you take him back into your mouth, your lips enveloping him in a warm, wet heat, he gasps, his body taut with anticipation. Your tongue teases the slit at his tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, while your fingers work with a newfound urgency, picking up their pace as they curl and press, grazing his sensitive spot inside with precision. The effect is immediate and electrifying—his body tenses, his hips bucking slightly as he teeters on the brink. His moans grow louder, his breath more erratic, and you can feel his restraint slipping away. It doesn’t take long before Seungmin is coming undone beneath you, his release crashing over him like a wave. 

His body trembles violently with pleasure, his muscles clenching and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of surrender. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part as a broken, breathless moan escapes him, echoing through the room. His fingers grip yours tightly, holding on as if afraid to let go, his trust in you deepening with every exhale. You feel a profound connection in this moment—a wordless understanding, a bond that transcends the physical. His vulnerability, his trust, his surrender—they are gifts, and you cherish each one as he loses himself in the intensity of his climax, feeling the weight of the intimacy shared between you.

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“How much did you see?” Seungmin asked. He wouldn’t be so shy about it if he hadn’t been using a plushie. He doubted he would’ve cared at all if he’d been walked in on masturbating with just his hand. “Right before you came.” Hyeongjun answered. Seungmin blushed hot. He kissed him to avoid meeting his eye, pushing into him hard. Hyeongjun made another fragile noise. “I liked it.” Hyeongjun whispered. Seungmin grinned. He moved his kisses to Hyeongjun's neck. “You liked watching?”

Having sex in the middle of a zombie apocalypse …........ hell yeah!!!

Apocalypse ~ Oh Seungmin (O.de)

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: zombie apocalypse au, smut, angst

Note: making out, quickie, fingering, unprotected sex, they can't make much noise, mentions of zombies/apocalypse stuff, slight mentions of violence-blood-death, some swear words, cliffhanger 👀 Requested by 🫧 anon

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“You know this is how people die in the movies, right?” You pant softly, as your back is pressed against the wall.

Seungmin chuckles, then kisses you. He takes off your shirt and covers your breasts with his large hands.

“I know.” He replies in between kisses. “But we could die any day, so we might as well enjoy each other while we can.”

It had been a little over two years since it all happened; the world suddenly turned into a hell, a walking dead hell. No one knew the cause, no one knew what made people turn. You only know people were in danger when they started getting nosebleeds whenever other zombies were around.

From the moment it became clear what was happening, there was only one thing on your mind: survival.

But tonight your boyfriend, who you had been with since well before everything started, had other plans. The other people you had formed a group with were taking a well deserved rest, and the surroundings of the abandoned building you're in had been safe for quite a few days and nights now. It wouldn't hurt to have some fun.

“God I missed this so much.” You sigh, as Seungmin roams his hands over your body, taking in every inch of it.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and sucks a mark on your skin. “Me too, baby. But we do have to be quiet though. Better safe than sorry.”

You fumble with his shirt, struggling to take it off. He helps you, a small smirk on his face.

“Fuck, I don't know if I can keep quiet.” You confess, eyeing your boyfriend up and down. His toned upper body is nothing new to you, the several scars on his upper arm and his side, that were a result of the fights he's been in, are only showing you how determined he is to keep you and him safe. “It's definitely been too long since we’ve had each other.”

He presses a long kiss on your lips, then turns you around so you press your hands flat against the wall. He pulls your hips a little towards him and takes off your pants, quickly discarding his own as well.

Seungmin caresses your back with his fingers, from your shoulder to your lower back. He softly traces a few of your own battle scars. He knows you don't mind it when he does so. He then slides his hand between your legs, slowly through your folds.

“Feels like I don't have to do much preparation.” He mumbles with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You feel his fingers entering you slowly, along with his hard on against your ass. You know he’s not going to make you wait long at all.

You throw your head back and moan too loudly as his fingers leave your hole and his cock enters you, he leans in closer to you. “Shh baby, no noise.”

“Sorry.” You whimper, his dick feels so good in you after all this time.

Seungmin chuckles softly and wraps his arm around your hips as he carefully quickens his pace. He slips in and out of you so easily, you know you can't keep quiet to save your life.

A sudden unknown noise halts the both of you. It's most likely one of the traps that have been set outside. It seems that this place isn't as safe as you thought anymore. But you couldn't care less.

“Seungmin..please..” you beg softly. “I need you. I’ll be quiet. I don't care about whatever is outside. I just want to be here with you, right now.”

You feel him press a quick kiss on your shoulder blade and he slowly starts fucking into you again. You shut off your mind and enjoy the intimate moment the two of you are having.

Seungmin knows exactly how to make you cum quickly, which is exactly what he's doing right now.

You take his hand, that was previously on your hip, and place it over your mouth. He carefully but firmly keeps your mouth shut as he uses his other hand to get you to your high.

Your eyebrows furrow and you grab onto his wrist firmly as you muffle your moan as you cum all over his cock.

Seungmin’s biting his lower lip hard and he sloppily cums in you just after you get to your high.

Keeping quiet was the right thing to do, as faint sounds of groaning and somewhat distant screams could be heard around the building now.

The second Seungmin gets out of you, you turn to face him and wrap your arms around him.

“I love you.” He says, before kissing you firmly. The sounds of the zombies are getting closer, but neither of you care at this moment.

You could only focus on your boyfriend’s embrace and his lips on yours. You enjoy his taste and scent, it's always comforting to you.

Until you start tasting blood, and you back away from him to be met with a terrifying look on your boyfriend’s face. You sniff and wipe your hand by your nose. It's bleeding.

POV: você é a modelo mais linda que eles já viram

Os olhos dele não saíam de você, oh sim, seungmin foi o primeiro a te notar, você com certeza é a modelo mais linda que ele já viu, ele arriscaria dizer até que você é a mulher mais linda que ele já viu.

Você caminhou perfeitamente pela passarela usando um dos vestidos mais lindos e sexys da coleção, "Deus, essa mulher é realmente real?" seungmin pensou consigo mesmo.

Quando você voltou usando outro vestido lindíssimo da coleção seungmin se virou para falar no ouvido de jungsu, seu amigo, sobre você. "Jungsu, você notou essa mulher antes? Ela é a modelo mais linda que eu já vi", jungsu seguiu o olhar dele e notou você melhor.

"Uau, ela é realmente muito linda... A mais linda de todas" ele respondeu para seungmin ainda olhando para você. Obviamente você notou os olhares, você olhou para eles de volta e sorriu, seguindo o caminho para fora da passarela.

Depois que o desfile acabou a imagem deles olhando pra você ficou na sua cabeça, eles eram os homens mais lindos que você já viu na vida. No camarim, você notou dois buquês de flores, um de rosas vermelhas e outro de rosas brancas, você foi até elas e pegou os cartões.

"Não acredito... Eles querem se encontrar comigo? E são empresários de modelos!?" você não estava acreditando nisso, não acreditava que aqueles lindos e charmosos homens queriam conversar com você e sobre um possível contrato fixo!

Quando você voltou para sua casa resolveu ligar para um deles, Kim Jungsu, que não demorou muito para atender. Ele ficou tão feliz quanto você, ao combinarem tudo o garoto foi logo avisar seungmin sobre isso.

Enfim o tão esperado encontro aconteceu, foi tudo muito bom e vocês se deram bem logo de cara, você assinou contrato com eles depois de conhecer bem a empresa que eles administram e desde então sua carreira só cresceu.

Mas não foi só a carreira que cresceu, a conexão entre você e eles dois também, de uma amizade foi para uma grande atração e de uma grande atração para um trisal.

Foi inevitável, não teve como você fugir, jungsu foi o primeiro com quem você teve esse tipo de contato, começou com um beijo calmo, mas quem disse que vocês iriam resistir? Quando você notou jungsu já estava fodendo você como se fosse a cadelinha obediente dele, e por Deus, foi a melhor transa que você já tinha tido. Na vez que aconteceu com seungmin foi ainda mais intenso, afinal foi ele quem te notou primeiro e quem nutriu sentimentos por mais tempo, ele te fodeu ainda mais bruto que jungsu, te deixando até confusa depois sobre quem tinha te fodido melhor.

No final, você acabou decidindo tirar a prova com os dois juntos, te fodendo ao mesmo tempo, a conexão de vocês três deu tão certo que chegaram na conclusão de que um trisal seria o ideal.

Desde então era isso, você era beijada pelos dois, fodida intensamente pelos dois, era a cadelinha dos dois, e vocês amavam essa relação.

Como seu xdh bf reagiria á: você usando uma calcinha com abertura

Avisos: dirty talk, sexo explícito, dedilhado, xingamentos.

Um exemplo desse tipo de calcinha caso alguém não saiba como é.

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JUNHAN: vocês estavam evoluindo de uma seção de pegação para algo além, junhan te ajudou a tirar os shorts e ao tocar sua intimidade entre beijos ele percebeu que havia algo de diferente, ele separou o beijo e olhou para baixo vendo que sua calcinha estava aberta embaixo, ele te olhou um pouco confuso dizendo "que coisa diferente s/n, não sabia que existia isso, você colocou de propósito não foi?" você sentiu confiança na fala dele ao mesmo tempo em que as bochechas dele ficaram rosadas, você sorriu se esfregando nos dedos dele, "claro amor, coloquei especialmente pra você", junhan ficaria levemente envergonhado, mas deixaria isso de lado e voltaria a te beijar começando a dedilhar sua entrada.

GUNIL: vocês dois estavam se pegando como loucos no sofá da sala, gunil tocou você por dentro da calça e sentiu os dedos em contato com seu clitóris exposto, ele te olhou e sorriu malicioso "você realmente comprou essa calcinha então, achei que estava só brincando... Mas eu adorei, ter acesso livre mais rápido é mil vezes melhor", ele introduziu dois dedos beijando o seu pescoço, você gemeu baixo e disse no ouvido dele "eu sabia que você iria gostar amor".

O.DE: seu namorado terminou de despir você, mas com excessão da calcinha, pois quando ele reparou na parte aberta o fetiche dele de te foder com a calcinha no corpo se mostrou "porra amor, você sabe exatamente como me agradar não é? Tão gostosa" ele não perdeu tempo e te penetrou de uma vez segurando suas pernas com firmeza, te fazendo gemer alto e completamente louca por ele.

JUNGSU: você e seu namorado estavam se beijando enquanto você estava sentada no balcão da cozinha e ele estava entre suas pernas, apertando suas coxas, sabendo que ele não iria resistir você resolveu finalmente atacar "ei amor, me toca por dentro da saia, tenho uma surpresinha pra você", jungsu estranhou um pouco, mas ficou curioso então fez oque você disse. Ao te tocar ele entendeu oque você tinha insinuado, ele sorriu pra você e te puxou para mais perto com a mão livre na sua cintura "você é uma pervertida mesmo amor, mas eu amo isso em você, amei a surpresa" ele te beijou e começou a dedilhar você, te fazendo implorar por mais.

GAON: jiseok te puxou pro colo dele enquanto se beijavam intensamente, você pegou uma das mãos dele e levou para debaixo da sua saia o fazendo tocar sua intimidade, ele sorriu ao notar a abertura na calcinha "sério... Você me deixa louco pra te foder", ele te tocaria com toques firmes, sabendo o jeito certo pra acertar todos os seus pontos mais sensíveis.

JOOYEON: você chamou jooyeon que estava assistindo um anime na televisão do quarto, ele te olhou e prestou atenção na sua lingerie nova notando a abertura na parte debaixo da calcinha, ele sorriu e te chamou para mais perto, você se aproximou e ele segurou sua cintura "essa lingerie ficou perfeita em você amor, e essa abertura vai facilitar tanto pra mim" ele levou uma das mãos até sua área íntima te tocando suavemente apenas pra te provocar.

eu acabei de ver essa foto do Seungmin e eu só pensei em ✧ IDOLBF!SEUNGMIN ✧

IDOLBF!SEUNGMIN que adora quando você vai aos shows do xdh e fica na plateia entre as outras fãs, ele adora admirar você torcendo por ele e cantando as músicas da banda;

IDOLBF!SEUNGMIN que te olha a maior parte do tempo, te lançando olhares de flertes e maliciosos, aproveitando para mostrar a língua (como na foto) sabendo que você adorava;

IDOLBF!SEUNGMIN que te manda mensagem após o show pedindo para você ir até o camarim e assim que você passa pela porta ele te agarra e te beija com paixão dizendo coisas como "obrigada por ter vindo, querida", "eu estava com saudades de você", " você estava tão linda e sexy na plateia, percebeu os os meus olhares? acho que você sabe o que eu estou querendo...";

IDOLBF!SEUNGMIN que fode forte e selvagem com você no camarim, te pedindo para gemer baixo e não gritar, caso contrário ele não deixaria você gozar.