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☆ Me? Pegged?!

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

Pairing: college bf ! beomgyu x dom ! fem reader

Warnings: pegging, soft sex, sub beomgyu, dom reader, fluff, male masturbation, mentions of porn, anal fingering, use of strap on, hand job, hand holding during sex, beomgyu cries but bc he’s emotional lolol, use of petnames ‘puppy’, ‘baby’, gendered term, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend’ and afab,

synopsis: your skeptical boyfriend gets pegged for the first time <3 To say the least he definitely enjoys it a lot more than he expected.

word count: 2.8k

“What? Like, in my ass?” Beomgyu, splutters eyebrows raised and asking in a hushed tone, looking cautiously left to right seemingly embarrassed. Although, you were a little confused what he was looking for, given you were both inside his dorm room…and the only people in there.

His demeanour, a total whiplash to a few moments prior when he had very proudly won the fighting game you both were playing together.

“Well, yeah in your ass.” You deadpan at him. “It’s called pegging. It’s just something I think could be fun for us to try and share together and I want to make you feel good! But it’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“No! I’ll-I can try. For you. I’ve just-I’ve never really thought of it before. It seems…intense...” Beomgyu looks down with a pout, fiddling with his thumbs, legs crossed on his bed.

“Gyu,” You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch almost instantly, looking back up at you, practically purring at the nickname and your gesture, “if you’re not comfortable with it we won’t. We don’t have to just because I want to. I just wanted to know your thoughts on it. ”

Beomgyu was always an open minded person when it came to sex, always down to try things at least once. Both of you were pretty compatible in that sense, easily bored when things were kept the same. You liked how experimental and open he was with you.

Beomgyu rubs at the back of his head and nods slowly, still looking skeptical. “I want to try it with you. I trust you. But, I just don’t think I’ll really find it that enjoyable though. I’ll think about it.”

Not that beomgyu would admit to you, but after the topic of pegging was brought up, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made a strange feeling pool in his stomach, unsure if it was a good or bad thing. Would it even feel good? What would it feel like? It’d probably feel weird right? And the thought of being so vulnerable was a little scary. He knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about with you but it still felt a little too daunting.

Beomgyu was curious, and many nights contemplating brought him to conduct his own research. Grabbing his laptop, the only light shining in his dark room at the ungodly hours of a thursday night, he went to the only place he knew would have some sort of answers—the internet and he began typing into the search bar.

To his surprise, he came across many dudes enthusiastically raving about it on reddit and how it completely changed their view of life. He thinks some of them were being a little too dramatic.

He also watched a few videos, for research purposes only. He stared at his screen, mouth agape and feeling a flush creep up his neck, cheeks growing increasingly heated at what he sees. Woah. Maybe. This might actually be….

He couldn’t help imagining you doing that to him instead, mind painting vivid pictures of you, imagining your hands on his hips and breath against his neck, being handled like that. It was strangely arousing.

Suddenly beomgyu was squirming in his bed, one hand hesitantly slipping down his sweatpants as he bit his lip, eyes shut as he began embarrassedly and frantically jerking off his now hard dick to the thought of you pegging him.

Faster than he knew, beomgyu was cumming with a hand slapped to his mouth to stop himself from loudly moaning out your name (the college walls were very thin. He knew from experience.) and completely making a mess, soiling his sweats with a muffled whimper instead.

He lay there gasping and panting flushed, left to ponder his actions and new found revelation. It was kind of hot? Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing. He couldn’t actually find that hot, right?

Fuck.

There wasn’t much beomgyu kept from you, usually he’d be the one to talk your ear off about the most mundane, silliest things of his day as you both cuddled closely together. However, he’d purposefully failed to mention his recent porn search history and the fact that he’s been cumming a heck of a lot faster than he’d like to admit at the thought of his girlfriend fucking him in the ass.

It’s only made him more curious about whether he’d actually like it. There was only one way to find out and that was to just see for himself. So he knew he had to bring up with you somehow again without sounding like a crazed freak.

You were studying in the library when beomgyu approached you, textbooks spread out in front of you as you furiously typed notes on your laptop. Beomgyu leans in to peck your cheek before taking a seat beside you and you looked up, lifting your headphones from your ears.

“Oh you’re studying as well?”

Beomgyu gives you an incredulous look as if it was absolutely outrageous to suggest he’d be doing that. “No.” He clears his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant and cool as possible, “so, uh, remember that thing we talked about?”

You furrow your brows unsure of what he was talking about, but given how incredibly embarrassed he looked, you had an inkling of what it might be and you try not to laugh, heavily amused, accidentally saying it bit too loud, “Oh you mean pegging?”

He looks around frantically, eyes wide with panic as he tries to gauge if anyone else had heard, then he hits your arm and shoves you. “You don’t have to be so loud, my god.”

You can see the tips of his cute ears going pink as he shakes his head and hides his face with his hands, “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to,”chuckling softly, putting your hands up in defence so he wouldn’t shove you again.

Beomgyu just narrows his eyes at you and scoffs, “Yeah, so anyway. I was just thinking, you know, maybe we should actually... give it a try? I mean, if you're still interested," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “So, you’ve been thinking about it?” you teased, leaning in closer. “What changed your mind?”

"Well, I've been doing some, uh, research," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "And, maybe it doesn't sound so bad after all."

“Oh, so you’re actually interested now?” you grinned, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.

He huffed. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m dying to try it or anything. But, you know, I’m open to the idea. I guess.”

“Sure, sure,” you say giggling into your textbook. “You guess…”

Beomgyu reaches across the table and flicks your forehead playfully, rolling his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Oww!” You rub your forehead soothingly, “We’ll try it soon then, yeah?”

He pretended to think about it, even though his excitement was barely contained. You could practically see his tail wagging and brown puppy eyes lighting up. “Yeah, we could do that.”

Today is the day beomgyu will finally get why a bunch of dudes from reddit are so into being pegged by their girlfriends. Unfortunately for beomgyu though, he was currently stuck in class, wanting more than ever to just be in your dorm, but he had to wait.

The professor's voice drones on, the words blending into a meaningless blur as Beomgyu stole glances at the clock every few seconds. Each tick seemed to echo in his head like a countdown to freedom, and he couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh, mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him once this torturous lecture finally ended.

Meanwhile, you were finding immense amusement in Beomgyu's predicament and you couldn’t help but send him teasing texts during his class to make him even more pathetically desperate.

Beomgyu's eyes widened as he read the message, his cheeks flushing red. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan of frustration. He typed back quickly, fingers fumbling with the keys.

Beom🧸🎸: This is pure evil! You’re so mean :( 😠👎

You can’t help giggling, typing back a sarcastic response.

aww what a poor puppy. You’ll just have to wait.

Beom🧸🎸: why can’t I just skip ?!!!!!

You tell him he’s not allowed to skip and that he has to sit through the entirety of it just to torture him some more. Beomgyu pouts, his bottom lip sticking out in a comically exaggerated manner at the text, earning a weird look from Soobin who sat next to him.

Finally, the professor dismisses the class, and Beomgyu practically leaped out his seat, gathering his notebook and laptop and shoving it in his bag in record time. He dashed out of the lecture hall, barely acknowledging soobin’s farewell. Beomgyu’s heart racing as he practically sprinted across campus to your dorm.

When he reached your door, he knocked eagerly, breathing heavily and you swung open the door.

Without a word, Beomgyu pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he pressed you against the doorframe. He couldn't wait any longer; the anticipation had built up to an almost unbearable level, and now that he was finally here with you, all he wanted was to feel close to you.

You chuckled softly against his lips, teasingly pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Someone's eager," you run a hand through his tousled hair.

Beomgyu grins, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. "Can you blame me? You’ve been torturing me!" He pouts, staring down at your lips before kissing you again.

You’ve been meticulously prepping beomgyu for god knows how long now, but you wanted to make absolute sure that he was stretched out well so you wouldn’t hurt him one bit.

His soft, breathy moans fill the room as your lubed fingers slide in and out of his cute, pink hole repeatedly. He seemed to like it so far, each gentle movement makes him cling tighter to the pink silk pillow pressed against his chest, hugging it with his eyes blissfully closed, legs spread wide as he lay on your bed.

“Do you think you’re ready, baby?”

He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a needy look, and cutely nods, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah- please.. I want you noww..”

You give him a weary glance. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

Beomgyu shakes his head softly, still hugging the pink silk pillow tightly, even if he’s a little nervous, he desperately wants to feel you. He swallows, looking directly into your eyes and whines. “I’ll be fine. pleasee”

Sighing, you step into the harness of the strap-on (you’d made sure to order the cutest and prettiest one you saw online), coating the silicone in generous amounts of lube before returning back to beomgyu on the bed.

You gently place his dainty ankles over your shoulders, kissing on his inner thighs and pretty white sock clad legs and ankles as you do so.

You can’t stop staring in awe. Heart swelling up at the sight of beomgyu, fluffy messy hair splayed around his face, long thick eyelashes kissing his rose dusted cheeks, slightly chewing at his plump bottom limp as he braces himself. He’s so precious. How fucking gorgeous this boy is.

You kiss his ankles a few more times, one hand going to his cute tummy that heaved and you slowly push the silicone cock into his now glistening from all the lube, swollen, puffy pink hole, ever so slowly easing in, inch by inch and bottoming out.

Beomgyu cries out, hiding his face instantly in his elbow and he arches his back, and mewls.

“You okay, puppy?”, you coo and gently move his arm out the way so you can look at his pretty face and parted lips, stilling your movements and softly brushing the bangs out his eyes.

Beomgyu shakily nods, trembling. “Mmh. m’ okay. You can keep going.”

Loud high pitched strangled moans escape his lips as you pick up the pace. It’s a new feeling and it takes him some time to get used to. Beomgyu was always loud and would make the prettiest moans ever anyway, but there was something so different at how he moaned right now, completely guttural and different to how they usually were. Even he was surprised, clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment but he just couldn’t stop the noises at all even if he tried, loud whines and whimpers continuing unabated. You loved them so much.

You watch his poor, neglected cock slap his tummy with every thrust, red and hard and dribbling beads at the head constantly. You take his dick in your hand, stroking it at the same movement and fucking him harder.

He gasps shuddering and writhing, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh... that feels...," he manages to say, interrupted by whines and moans, mouth in a cute ‘o’ shaped, completely dumb and fucked out by now he can barely think, and he moans your name over and over. A cascade of mewls spilling from his lips, a sweet symphony that fills the room.

You lean down to press his swollen lips with yours, moving your mouth against him so messily and needy, making out with him so intensely as you carried on fucking his hole. You’re sure you’re hitting his prostate by now.

Beomgyu disconnects from your lips to pant, a string of saliva connecting from his and your mouth and reaches his hand out to yours “Hold…” He whimpers out, eyebrows furrowed and you gladly grab his hand, intertwining your hand with his and holding hands as you peg him, anchoring him. Your other free hand still continuing your ministrations on his cock, kissing him again. It seems you’ve pegged him completely into subspace.

"gonna cum soon... I can'ttt... it's too much!” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he completely shakes.

You suddenly heard choked sobs and sniffling coming from beomgyu. Alarmed, you paused for a moment, worried that maybe you had hurt him. His face was buried in the pillow, and his shoulders were trembling with each shaky breath.

“Beomgyu, are you okay?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern. You gently eased back, not wanting to cause him any discomfort.

He turned his head to look at you, and your heart ached at the sight before you. His glossy, brown doe eyes were filled with tears, eyelashes clumped together and his bottom lip was jutting out in a pout, making him look devastatingly beautiful, tears streaming down his red cheeks and his hair tousled and damp with sweat. He was such a pretty crier.

“I-I’m okay,” voice trembling with the intensity of his feelings. “It’s just... it feels so good. I love you so much.” His tears flowed freely now, each sob wracking his body. You were surprised at how emotional beomgyu had gotten.

You lean down to kiss away his tears, cupping his hot cheeks, “You’re doing so good for me, gyu. I love you too.”

Beomgyu grasps your hand even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he clings to you so close. His head falls back with every thrust, and he throws his head back as you continue to hit his prostate repeatedly again and again, making him go cross eyed and his jaw slack.

He spurts a copious amount of cum from his cock, making such a mess on the sheets, your hand, and his tummy, cumming so hard his vision goes blurry, and he feels dizzy, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes flutter open and shut, gasping and panting heavily. You pull out and collapse beside him, both of you utterly exhausted.

The guys on reddit were so right.

Beomgyu doesn’t let go of you at all afterwards, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his legs and arms around you, clinging to you like a koala contently, breath warm against your skin as you kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t feel my legs.” Beomgyu whines, “Please never mention the crying ever again okay?” He muffles out. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know. Can’t have everyone thinking I’m a crybaby.”

You chuckle, stroking and playing with his soft hair which he loves so much, humming softly at the feeling of your hands on his scalp. “I thought it was very cute.”

He doesn’t say anything and a moment of silence ensues.

“Thank you, baby.” he says gently and quietly, “I’d be eating you out so good right now if I wasn’t so exhausted.” a tired but cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Within seconds, beomgyu was out like a light, his soft snores filling the quiet room, looking so cute absolutely knocked out in your arms.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs ☹️👎🤨. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: guys im sorry if this was the shittest thing I’ve ever written. I was really trying !! But I’m Just very out of practice at writing atm 😭 im very sorry if the smut is the most messiest thing you’ve ever read, I have not proofread it at all I have no idea what I was writing. So I’m very sorry

Need more dom reader content, I swear. 😪

(Please don't feel obligated to write)

《Baby...n-not now...p-please》

[Skz Jeongin, R18 oneshot]

Pairing:  Sub!Jeongin x Dom fem!reader

A/N: Btw he looks so cute in this photo omggg *squeals*

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Teasing boyfriend Jeongin in the morning.

“Beep beep beep,” the alarm sound resonated throughout the room. You slowly opened your eyes and stumbled your way to find your phone. “What, it's only 6am?” You squinted your eyes at the screen. (Should I go and eat breakfast? Or go back to sleep?) You thought to yourself before turning around to look at Jeongin hugging a plushie, sleeping peacefully. (Hehe, so cute.) Your heart instantly melted at the sight of your adorable boyfriend. (Nah, I'll make breakfast later. How can I resist the temptation to cuddle with him?) You quietly put your hands around his waist, careful to not make a sound. (Mm, so soothing.)

You planted a soft kiss on Jeongin's neck, followed by numerous pecks on his cheek. "Mm," Jeongin stirred in his sleep. (Haha, he's so sensitive.) Suddenly, a naughty idea popped into your head. You eyed Jeongin with a self-satisfied smirk.

You positioned yourself such that your body is hovering above Jeongin’s body. You inched your hand closer to his inner thigh, rubbing in a circular motion with your thumb. Jeongin’s breath audibly picked up as you kept creeping closer and closer to his crotch. (Hmm, still not awake huh? Alright, game on.) 

You proceeded to rub his inner thigh at a greater speed, intentionally avoiding his crotch. This continued for a couple of seconds before a whiny sound escaped from Jeongin’s lips. He forced his eyes open and looked up in surprise and embarrassment. “Baby...w-why are you on t-top of m-me?” He mumbled softly.

“Good morning, babe.” You gave a quick peck on his lips and flicked the tip of his cock. “Ahnn,” he moaned and could feel his cheeks heating up. It surprised him slightly as he didn’t expect to be so turned on by your gesture. You stroked his cock slowly, trying to get a reaction out of him. He shuffled slightly and bit his lips. You held back a smirk, enjoying the fact that he is so vulnerable to your touch. A simple touch.

“Baby...n-not now...p-please,” Jeongin trembled at you shaking his cock faster. You ignored him and continued groping his cock. “It is still m-morning...can I take ahnn~~ a b-break p-please?” He whined loudly and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. However, you ignored his pleas and took his cock into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his cock and bobbed your head up and down. “Babe, your cock...is so warm,” you teased. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his face contort in a mix of emotions: pleasure, happiness and lust. (Yup, this is the feeling. The best feeling.)

“B-baby, please stop! Ahnn~ If you move so fast...I’m g-gonna,” he was close to cumming and you could see it. You pitied him but that did not stop you from your plan. You ran your tongue over his tip while your use your hand to play with his balls. Jeongin was seeing stars due to overstimulation. Moreover, tears stained the sides of his face. (This is a sight to see. How can he still be so good-looking even when tearing up?)  

He felt his cock twitch in your mouth, signaling his incoming climax. “CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!” He yelled loudly. A lopsided grin flickered across your face. Then, you abruptly stopped and removed your mouth from his cock. “Too bad you don’t get to cum.” You smiled endearingly while the poor boy panted. Heavily. 

“Why did you stop!” Jeongin cried out. You wiped the sweat off his forehead and drew circles on his chest. Next, you pinched his nipples and his cock sprang up at your touch. You chuckled, “Heh looks like someone still haven’t had enough fun yet!” Jeongin blushed like a red tomato at your remark.

“Can you…would you…” He was indeed too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet could not seem to let go of the idea. “Please?”

“Can I what?” You asked, teasing the poor boy a little. You knew clearly what he wanted, but you did not want to let him off so easily.  If he wanted something, he need to beg for it. He buried his face in his arms as his face flushed with embarrassment. “C-can you please fuck me, noona?” You smirked, getting up from his body.

You thought deeply for a moment before rejecting his suggestion. “Hmm, maybe next time! Let’s go have breakfast.” You then proceeded to leave the room, leaving a confused Jeongin behind. 

“B-But I even call you noona! W-WAIT, COME BACK!” He shouted with frustration. “When is next time?” 

You laughed, “You guess.” 

“No fair!” 

(What an eventful morning. Hehe.)

~The end~

《Come touch him please》

[Txt Beomgyu, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Sub!Beomgyu x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Teasing you in the morning backfires.

“Hey, hey, wake up! I'm awake.” Beomgyu kept poking you but to no avail. He had woken up a few minutes ago and being the impatient, needy sub he was, he had to have you awake to keep him company. Your relationship with Beomgyu is largely different from others’ relationships. For example, during the girlfriend’s period, others usually would keep a distance so as not to provoke their s/o. Apparently that doesn’t apply to you and Beomgyu. During your period, Beomgyu would do his best to annoy you since you’re in a more vulnerable, weak mental and physical condition. In this context, he waking you up in the wee hours was a daily routine. Nothing out of the ordinary for both of you.

Seeing your still sleeping figure, Beomgyu felt frustrated and thought deeply, “Hmph, how can she remain asleep while I’m awake!” He felt a challenge to wake the sleeping beauty beside him. Just then, a wonderful very wonderful idea formed in his mind. “Psss babe! There's a fire now, we need to escape quickly!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs only to receive no response. He pouted, “Hmm? Not waking up? Mmm, muaaahh muaahhhh” He proceeded to give you some kisses all over your face. Soon you started to stir in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. 

“Hehe babe! Good morning muaaahh” He planted a featherlight kiss on your lips. You rubbed your eyes and muttered, “What time is it?” 

“It's three o'clock...Why did I wake you up? Cuz...i want to have some kisses...can I kiss you?” He grinned sheepishly, earning a chuckle from you. You shifted closer to his body and held the back of his head. You leaned in and slided your tongue into his mouth. “Mmphh” A small whimper escaped from his mouth at the feeling of goosebumps on his skin. Both of your tongues danced in a circular motion, in sync with each other. You pulled back and saw a trail of saliva connecting his tongue with your bottom lip. “Babe, thank you, I'm fully awake. And so is he.” He gestured downwards where a bulge had formed and tugged your hand forward, “Come touch him please.” Your face started to heat up at his bold confession, almost giving in to him.

Of course, you ain’t going to give him what he wanted right away. (Let me tease him a little bit.) You placed your hands onto his broad shoulders as you leaned over, sliding your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. Your lips curled into a smile as his head tilted back almost instantly, humming lowly in approval at your touches.  "Ooh, someone has been working out. So sexy bebe." You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. His heart melted at your nickname for him. You got into his lap to straddle him. You could feel his leg muscles tighten as you settled yourself in his lap. "Bebe, we’re going to have some fun. Are you ready?" You questioned, licking a stripe up his earlobe. He gave a timid nod in response, unable to even articulate his words to reply, his hands resting limply at his sides. You smiled as if you weren't just licking his ear and watching him almost breaking apart from your touch.

You didn't know how bad he yearned for you to touch him, break him and use him however you want. 

"You enjoying my service?" You whispered in a sultry tone as you ran your hands down his chest and over his stomach, feeling his abs from under his thin shirt. He moaned out softly as your hands moved down his body in an awfully slow pace. It was definitely painful at how bad he wanted you. “Heh, someone’s having a hard time, isn’t he?” You smirked as he looked at you, biting onto his lower lip. He was so glad he was your boyfriend so that he could enjoy this all to himself. However, he was barely staying calm.

You got off his lap and turned around, tilting your head back as you started to grind your butt against him. He licked his lips as he watched your bottom sway. You placed your hands on his shoulders, shaking your butt down on him deeper. It took every ounce of control he had in him to keep his hands to himself. When it comes to you, his self-control was a time-ticking bomb.

HIs mind was cloudy with lust as you shoved your butt against him, making him stare desperately at it. You glanced towards his clear, once innocent eyes being tainted by dirty thoughts and indulged in the idea of those big, strong hands of his on your body. "You can touch me, bebe. Faster touch me." You mumbled softly, turning around in his lap to face him again, looking down at him with hooded eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. That remark of yours was his breaking point. 

His hands that were at his sides previously were now placed over your butt. “Bebe, you can touch me all you want. I know you want it.” You smiled, letting his hands run over your butt slowly. He hummed in approval and groped your butt cheeks tightly. “Aahhh bebe, gentle please.” You giggled softly at his eagerness and moved his hands from your butt to his crotch. “As much as I know you want to touch me, I want to touch you too bebe.” You cooed and placed your hands with his on the bulge forming at his pants.

You ran his hands over his cock and squeezed the precum out of his tip.  You moaned softly under your breath, looking up at him with need. You don't even know what got into you. You just knew that you wanted to make this man feel good right here and right now. “Bebe, you just grabbed me! Oh my god!” His palms covered his face which was a blushing mess.

 “Mmm...I like to tease, dont I?” You chuckled, licking over your lower lip as your breath fanned over his skin, giving him goosebumps. He wanted to feel his lips on your skin so bad. You pulled back and rested your forehead against his, taking a deep breath as he placed his hands onto either side of your hips, gripping them tight to hold you in place. "Bebe, what would it take to make you..." His lips brushed against yours lightly as he spoke, “...let me eat you out right here?”

“Right here sounds good." Your eyelashes fluttered, "..right here sounds so  amazingly good." You breathed out, your legs spreading as his face pressed closer to your core. You gripped the bed duvet, you felt like complete jelly with how turned on you were. Your eyes glanced up at the clock and you whispered softly into his ear, "Sad bebe. But your time's up and I’ve to make breakfast." You smirked, your teeth biting the shell of his ear before pushing him away from you gently, sitting up and fixing your clothes. 

~The end~

《M-Mommy...harder...faster》

[Txt Soobin, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Sub!Soobin x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Being a couple is about surpassing our limits in the bedroom.

Soobin had a raging boner, his eyes hitting the back of his head. Of all times, it had to be during dinnertime with his roommates.

"Guys what's that buzzing sound?" Hueningkai addressed the elephant in the room.

"Haha...it's just my mom spamming me." Soobin quickly racked his brain to give a plausible excuse for the fact that there's a buzzing toy in his butt sending pleasure up his spine.

"Are you ok, hyung? You're looking very flushed." Hueningkai, oblivious to the situation, asked with genuine concern for his leader, whereas the others, having a clue to the state of Soobin, were trying to hold in their laughter.

"Uh yeah, I'm done with dinner. I'll head to my room to rest." Soobin rushed to his room, making his groupmates chuckle.

You stood up and said, "I'll check up on him."

Soobin stripped his clothes immediately in the room. He spread his legs out on the bed and sticked his butt up in the air, pushing the toy against his prostrate. He hummed in pleasure and shoved his head in a pillow.

The door opened, then closed, then locked.

"Hah, what do we have here?" Soobin could hear the smirk in your voice.

He sat up right on the toy and looked at you with lust in his eyes. He tugged your arm, not breaking eye contact.

"I-I need mommy to help me...please haah f-fuck m-me."

"When you use the mommy card, how can I resist?" You grinned cheekily. You stripped to show your wet pussy.

You pulled the toy out and it was dripping wet. Soobin whined at the empty feeling. Like a slave to pleasure.

You poured some lubricant onto your strap-on dildo, doing it awfully slow to torture him a bit.

You started painfully slow. Going back and forth purposely, lightly rocking his favourite spots. He groaned in frustration. He decided to take matters into his own hands, slamming his own butt back, hitting his prostrate. He moaned loudly into his pillow, savoring the pleasure.

"Hah looks like soft sex can't satisfy you. Want some rough love huh?"

You grabbed his hips and slammed into them. He shoved his mouth into his pillow to muffle his sounds. You rammed very very hard into him. The slapping sounds were like music, making your ears pregnant. He was moaning like a slut. His tongue was sticking out and drool was flowing from his mouth. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head due to the intense pleasure, addicting like a drug. He would come then keep going.

The sounds of comming with those of skin slapping, echoed in the room. His thighs were covered in streaks of cum, shaking tremendously as he grabbed onto his pillow with the little strength he had left. You grabbed his cock and started jerking him off.

"M-Mommy...harder...faster." He barely got the words out, in between his moans. He was trembling in pleasure and enjoying every part of it. Your slams got impossibly harder. Then you reached further than his prostrate. He was shaking so hard that his moans were barely coming out. Waves of pleasure were sent through his body, one after another.

You finally slowed down after what felt like an eternity. You pulled out and he could feel a load of hot cum dripping out. There was a lot of it. His butthole was burning red, limp body collapsed next to you.

After 5 minutes, you got up again and trailed his body. Looking at the prettiest and hottest man you've ever seen. Knowing he was yours and only yours. Only you would ever make him feel good and moan out like a slut. Your only and only slut.

You easily slipped on your strap-on dildo and slammed into him repeatedly. His low and rough growls bouncing off the walls of the room. You grabbed his hips and slammed them down hard, hitting his overstimulated prostrate. Your grip leaving blue black bruises on his waist area.

"M-M-Mommy...please slow down...I can't anymore-" You pushed his hand off and took complete control. You slammed down and hit the perfect spot until he couldn't breathe. He was groaning every time you did. You pulled his body closer towards you and made him look at you. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head again.

You grabbed his cock that had already came countless times while you pegged him and jerked it at the speed of light. He looked at you with yearning and lust in his eyes. As if he wanted more of you. You slammed again into his the deepest part of his butt.

His muscles tensed up under you, letting another load pump out of his cock. "CUMMING!!!! CUMMING!!!! CUMMING!!!!" You rubbed his cock as fast as you could, making sure his cum filled every corner of his bed. You fell back and shook badly. And so was he.

"Mommy, I love you. Thank you for pleasuring me." He pulled him and you up, then hugged you like a koala. You felt your heart swell with warmness and pride, feeling all fluffy and fuzzy inside.

"I love you too, sugar." You hummed with your chin on top of his head. You rubbed circles on his flat tummy and sooner or later, both of you went to dreamland.

PAIN IN THE ...

Hello! I am back to indulge in my never-ending thoughts about Hyunjin!

Warnings: Pegging, rimming, fingering (m!receiving), mommy kink, spanking, light choking, orgasm denial, degrading, use of petnames (baby, baby boy, pretty boy), aftercare ♡

Summary: After constantly distracting you while you're trying to finish your assignment, you finally have enough and fuck some sense into your pretty boy.

Word count: 3.k

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Two hours. Two damn hours of study time is all you asked for. You had an assignment you would like to complete early so you could have more leisure time, however, your concentration was interrupted every ten - fifteen if you were lucky - minutes by a very needy Hyunjin. You warned him that you wouldn’t be able to give him all of your attention, as you needed some time to finish your assignment. This was met with a disapproving pout and pleading eyes. To which you ignored and said you only needed two hours to knock out this assignment. The constant interruptions and inability to entertain himself for the requested time had led to him being in this position right now. Naked and bent over your thighs, shaking hands planted on the ground. Hyunjin whined as he felt the stinging from your previous slap reverberate through his left ass cheek. 

“I asked you so nicely, pretty boy, let me finish my assignment and then I could play with you. But you just had to be a needy little slut, didn’t you,” the mocking tone in which you used to spit your words had Hyunjin whining and subtly rubbing his flushed cock against your thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry, mommy,” Hyunjin felt tears gather along the waterline of his lashes. 

You exhaled a disappointed sigh, to which Hyunjin took as a sign to brace himself as he knew what was coming next.

As he expected, you raised your arm and brought it down to slap his reddening cheek. The force of the hit had Hyunjin rocking forward - causing his cock to rub pathetically against your clothed thigh. The pain and pleasure mixed to create the perfect sensation for Hyunjin, he was a slut for pain. 

“What number are we on now, Jinnie?” You soothed your soft palm over his stinging cheek, a tender and loving motion that had Hyunjin’s heart racing. 

“T-twelve,” his words were weak and unstable as he tried to ignore the constant throbbing of his cock. It was so unbearably hard, leaking great amounts of thick, sticky precum. You could feel the liquid seeping through your pants, making a mess.

“Only three more okay?” Hyunjin knew not to be fooled by the softness of your voice. 

 Repeated spanks redden Hyunjin’s cheeks - one slap to each cheek then an especially harsh one on his upper thighs. 

“H-haaah,” Hyunjin winced at the last slap.

You cooed to silence Hyunjin’s quiet whimpers and whines, allowing him time to recover and gather himself before his punishments proceeded. 

“You took that like a good boy, Jinnie," the praise had Hyunjin rubbing the head of his leaking cock against you.

“But don’t think your punishment is over, pretty,” your fingers slither into Hyunjin’s soft locks of hair, firmly grasping a handful and pulling him up.

The sound Hyunjin lets out is strained and high pitched. His eyes are wide with confusion and excitement as he sees the lack of patience in yours. 

“Stand.” 

Hyunjin obeys your command and stands in front of you, giving you a perfect view of his perfect cock. Only now can you both really see just how affected Hyunjin was by the spanking. A copious amount of precum coating your pants, and even more runs down his cock and thighs. You laugh at the pathetic sight, causing Hyunjin to blush and look down in shame. 

“What a dirty boy you are, getting so turned on from the pain. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you baby?” Hyunjin tries to look nonchalant, unaffected by your degrading words, but the very obvious twitch of his cock gives him away. 

“Aren’t you baby?” You repeat yourself, hand grabbing the base of his cock. 

Hyunjin’s knees buck and his hips thrust forward.

“Nggh - yes I’m a s-slut, your slut," you smile approvingly at him and use his precum as lubricant, slowly sliding your hand up his cock. Your hand circles around his tip before descending again, and then up to repeat the motion. Hyunjin’s hands grab onto your shoulders to ground himself, his mind going blank from the pleasure. Your hand gains speed, stroking him with a tighter grip that has Hyunjin moaning loudly and thrusting his hips forward. Hyunjin’s head tips back, mouth open, as your other hand fondles his balls. 

“F-fuck, mommy that feels s-so good,” the ‘good’ is drawn out as you give a light squeeze to his balls. You observe Hyunjin’s reactions, watching for the telling signs that he’s about to cum. You know he’s close as his legs begin to shake, his grip on your shoulders thightens and his cock twitches in your hold. 

“M-mommy I’m gonna c-cum.” 

You pull your hands off of Hyunjin, causing Hyunjin to nearly cry as he feels his impending orgasm fade. His sobs come to a halt once he sees the dark look in your eyes. 

“You think you deserve to cum that easily?” You scoff and stand up, although Hyunjin’s tall frame hovers above you, he feels incredibly small right now. 

“Get on the bed. All fours,” Hyunjin immediately complies and holds up his shaking body with his palms resting on the soft sheets of your bed. 

“Such a pretty ass, Jinnie. And a pretty cock to. It's too bad you’re such a bad boy that doesn’t know how to follow simple commands,” Hyunjin can feel your presence behind him, eyes boring into his exposed hole and leaking cock that hangs heavy between his legs. 

The bed dips under the weight of your body, Hyunjin’s breathing quickens as he anticipates your next move. The feeling of your soft hands grabbing a hold of each cheek has Hyunjin wincing due to the sensitivity from your earlier ministrations. Your tongue teases his hole, swirling around but never entering. Hyunjin feels his impatience growing, but he knows not to rush you. Finally you enter his needy hole, earning a moan of relief from Hyunjin. With shallow thrust, your tongue slowly ventures inside of his greedy hole. Hyunjin can barely hold himself up, his arms shaking weakly. To completely ruin him, you push your tongue in further, reaching the places where Hyunjin craves.

“A-aahh," the moan is loud and whiny as Hyunjin is finally feeling the sensation he so desperately needed. 

You fuck your tongue in and out of Hyunjin with vigor and precision. His loud moans and the sloppy sound of your tongue plunging in and out of Hyunjin creates the perfect symphony of lust. You reach your hand around to take Hyunjin’s cock at the base. Slowly you begin to stroke him in sync with your tongue. 

“F-fuck, mommy please don’t s-stop, please,” the whininess in his tone has you smirking against his cheeks, your hand only increasing in speed. 

As the tell-tale signs of Hyunjin’s impending orgasm arise, you take it upon yourself to further torture him. As the absence of your presence is processed, Hyunjin clapses on the messy sheets below him in despair. Again, you deprive him of his release. Although he hates it - the agonising throb between his legs, and emptiness he feels in his hole - he knows he doesn’t deserve to cum. He knows he has to endure your punishments to get what he wants, what he so desperately craves. 

The weight on the bed shifts as he hears your footsteps circle around to the bedside table, followed by the opening of drawers. There’s only one reason why you would open the drawers, technically two; lubricant and the one thing that can bring Hyunjin to tears, and your complete mercy, the baby pink strap-on. Excitement and anticipation simultaneously course through Hyunjin as he hears the velcro straps being torn and secured. Without lifting his head from the sheets he readies himself in your go-to position for this situation. Face buried in the sheets, and ass up on display. 

“Tsk, what a good boy, getting into position without being asked. Perhaps you’re not such a bad boy after all.” The amusement in your voice is borderline mocking but Hyunjin can only focus on being called a good boy again.  

Again, he feels your presence return behind him. You take a second to take in the sight before you. Milky legs parted to show his needy hole, his cock leaking sticky precum into a puddle on the bed sheets below him. He is a sight to behold. The sound of the plastic lid of the lube being flicked open causes Hyunjin to get excited, he subtly sways his ass back and forth - a motion that does not go unnoticed by you, despite his efforts.  

You ensure that your fingers are generously lubed up so you don’t inflict any (more) pain on the shaking boy in front of you. Once they glisten under the dim lights emitted from the fairy lights winding around your headboard, you prode his hole with the tip of your forefinger. As your slicked finger enters Hyunjin, he shakes and falls onto his front, unable to hold himself up.

"A-aaahh," the sheets muffle his whines.

After deciding he's had enough time to adjust to the stretch you slide in another finger. 

"Your greedy hole is sucking my fingers in so easily, Jinnie. You're always so needy for me, yeah?" 

Hyunjin doesn't even have the brainpower to respond - let alone even process the words you just spoke. 

Knowing he's reaching the point of no return, you plunge your fingers deeper and harder. 

"Fuuck, s-so good," Hyunjin doesn't even bother to lift his face from the sheets. 

As you push your fingers in as far as they can go, you curl them which causes Hyunjin to shoot his head up and arch his back.

"There! Right - nggh - there, f-fuck!" 

Smiling, you comply and thrust your fingers in and out, ensuring to curl them at the same angle to reach that special spot inside Hyunjin. You know he's getting close as you feel him clenching around you, so you reach around and quickly stroke his cock.

"Oh g-god, mommy," the cries that pierce the air are loud and high as Hyunjin pushes his hips back to meet the movements of your hands. 

"I-I'm gonna - nnnngh - cum, mommy, I'm cumming," instead of stopping, you speed up, stroking his cock in time with the precise thrust of your fingers. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

Just as you feel Hyunjin about to release you stop all movement and sit back. 

Hyunjin cries out, for real this time. Tears finally spilled over his waterline. 

"N-no, no,no. Why, mommy why?" His weak body collapses on the bed, his legs shaking as the overwhelming sense of loss tears through his body. He was so close!

“Quiet.” The lack of adoration in your voice instantly makes Hyunjin stop whining. Hyunjin could count on one hand all the times you’ve actually been mad at him. It is a very rare occurrence as you are usually very patient and loving towards him, even during punishments. But it seems he has really pushed it today. 

The bed dips under your weight as you shift to get on your knees. Lube pours out of the bottle, coating the strap in a thick layer. Hyunjin risks a look back over his shoulder to see you stroking the slick strap. The sight has him squirming in anticipation. 

Your hips push forward to slide between his cheeks. The friction prompts a drawn out moan from Hyunjin, he wants nothing more than to reach back and just shove all seven and a half inches inside of him. 

Instead, he musters all of his self control to wait patiently as he knows if he acted on his desire he would be greatly punished. 

Inch by agonising inch you push the strap in, earning an embarrassingly loud moan from Hyunjin. 

You still as your pelvis rests flush against Hyunjin's ass. The feeling of being absolutely full is overwhelming for him, his arms shaking underneath him.

Slowly, you pull the strap out -just an inch - then stop, only to push it back in. A swivel of your hips elects a delectable moan from Hyunjin, and an even louder one as you begin to thrust in and out. A slow and steady rhythm that has him grunting into the sheets. 

That slow rhythm, however, does not last long as you suddenly begin to drill into Hyunjin. The sudden roughness causes Hyunjin to fly forward, hands scrambling for purchase.

"F-fuuuck," the sounds of Hyunjin's screams drown out the loud slapping of skin on skin. You reach forward and grab a fistful of his long locks, pulling his head up. 

"Such a pretty boy," you muse, your thrust increasing in both speed and depth. 

The grip you have on Hyunjin's hair only tightens as you use it to pull him up, flush against your chest. 

"A-aaghh," Hyunjin's hands grip your forearm that's wrapped around his waist to hold him up. Your hand untangles itself from his hair and instead snakes around to wrap firmly around his neck. Hyunjin's face twist lewdly in pleasure, head tipped back to rest against your shoulder, eyes screwed shut and lips apart to release breathy moans. He looks absolutely beautiful like this, a literal embodiment of both sensual and sexual, Hyunjin is an ethereal being, you conclude.

One hand squeezes around his neck - the feeling of his adam's apple bobbing and straining against your hand causing you to smile - and the other hand begins fast strokes on his neglected cock. 

At this point Hyunjin is seeing white, his mind void of any coherent thought - the only thing he can muster enough brain power to think about is the pleasure and your name. 

The burning of your exhausted muscles is starting to kick in, but you are now determined to fuck Hyunjin into oblivion. The hand around his neck squeezes tighter, pulling his head back to lean on your shoulder as you put all of your energy into drilling up into Hyunjin. The angle and power of the thrust are causing intense waves of pleasure to wash through Hyunjin, he can feel his cock twitch in your hand and he nears his long- awaited release. He swears if you are so cruel as to deprive him of his orgasm again, he will cry and pull his hair out. 

“M-mommy, I’m close,” the hope that laces his words - hope that you will cave and let him release as he so desperately needs, more than oxygen at this point - doesn’t go unnoticed by you, prompting a slight smirk. 

“Is my pretty boy close?” 

You punctuate your sentence with a particularly hard thrust that presses right into Hyunjin’s prostate. 

“F-fuck!” Deciding that he has had enough torture for one night, you aim for that spot that has Hyunjin leaving bruises on your arm. 

“Cum for me, baby boy,” your tone is near animalistic as you let go of his throat and push him onto his front, fucking him so hard his face is being buried deep into the sheets. 

Your hand doesn’t slow on his cock as you feel him twitch. 

“Aaahhh - fuck!” Hyunjin’s muffled moans ring through the air, accompanied by a backtrack of your laboured breaths and skin slapping against skin. His weak body convulses under you, hands nearly ripping the sheets with how tightly he grips them. The orgasm that hits Hyunjin is intense; probably the best he’s ever had. He feels it blossom from the tight coil in his stomach, like a flower that blooms under moonlight. It spreads through his entire body, reaching deep within him, and covers every inch of him in euphoric bliss. He briefly questions if he accidentally took a drug that enhances all senses.  

You don’t even consider slowing down until the pleasurable whines from the shaking body underneath you turn into painful ones, as the overstimulation kicks in. You’re almost tempted to keep fucking into him, making him whine and squirm, but you decide against it. 

All movement comes to a halt. Without abruptly pulling out, you let Hyunjin adjust, then slowly ease the strap out of him. His hole clenches around nothing and you wish that you could watch your cum drip out of him, down his thighs and onto the sheets. The thought causes you to feel a warm, lustful burn in your core. 

Which brings your attention to your drenched underwear that clings so desperately to your core. You feel it ache in neediness as you stare down at Hyunjin. But then you push it aside as you see just how exhausted he is. 

The sound of velcro straps being untied prompts Hyunjin to lift his head from the pool of drool it was resting in. 

“Thank you,” the adoration and pure gratefulness in his voice unintentionally causes you to blush, something that Hyunjin is not accustomed to seeing. 

“Of course, baby,” you hide the blush by leaning down and kissing his sweat slicked forehead. You smile at him, love and devotion reflecting in your eyes, and push his hair back with one hand. Now Hyunjin blushes. 

“I love you.”

“I know,” you smile smugly at him before booping his nose and continuing your clean up in a comfortable silence. From the bed, Hyunjin watches as you clean yourself with a damp cloth. After running it under warm water again, you approach Hyunjin and sit beside him. The warmth from the cloth soothes Hyunjin as you wipe him clean. You motion for him to turn around and then you gently run it over his thighs and stomach, cleaning him of the drying cum that stains his milky skin. 

“You are so beautiful,” you say it without much thought, but Hyunjin’s heart swells and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the desire to be close to you. 

He grabs your hands, throwing the damp - and cum covered - cloth in the general direction of the hamper, which he misses but no one notices. You are pulled down beside him and he entangles his arms and legs with yours. The close proximity is borderline claustrophobic but you let out a strained laugh instead.

“Hyunjin, I’ve got to change the sheets!” He doesn’t make any attempt to move, instead shaking his head in a childish manner and pulls you closer. 

“Oh my god, you’ve always been a pain in the ass,” the comment is made with no ill-intent, a smile is spread across your face as you jokingly say it.

“I know, but I’m your pain in the ass.”

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sub!Taemin vs Pet Play

will say he's not interested at first

you'll be confused bc he was he one who brought it up in the first place

so yeah, he was definitely interested

especially bc every time yous get intimate, you call him "kitten" and he LOVES it

so he definitely wanted to try more than that

so one day you come home with a gift and he's all excited bc hey its a gift

he opens it up, gasping when he sees a dark blue collar

he's slow, bless his heart. "are we getting another pet?!"

no

"Wait... it's for me?"

yes

He then notices that his name is on the collar, and he blushes red. "...why?"

you tell him you think he'd look cute with it on, and so he curiously asks you to put it on him

fuck he really likes it

he can't even see what it looks like on him, but just the feeling of it is making him go wild

you even tug at it a bit with a smirk, making him whine

"How about you look at it in the mirror?"

he's running

yeah, he likes it

he stares at his reflection for a bit, gulping deeply. Fuck. He likes it a lot

"how does that make you feel, kitten?"

yeah he's hard as a rock

after that, it escalates

cat ears. he'll wear those if you buy him a pair. And don't get me started on a tail butt plug

A tail attached by the waist is a no, but shove it up his ass and he's happy

breeding kink

big breeding kink

sometimes he wants to fuck you, breed you, like a good kitty

other times he wants to be bred by your dick/ejaculating dildo

he doesn't really care, as long as he gets one or the other

he's a brat too, so put him in a cage when he won't shut the fuck up

make it nice and pretty though

humiliate him too

"wow, you're rubbing against my foot like a little bitch in heat"

yes do that

and when you're all done and satisfied, make sure to give him good aftercare

he loves a bath and a snack after. And ofc cuddles too

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title: siren eyes

contents: skater! yunho x drummer! reader. smut, mild angst; college au, skater au, enemies to lovers au, reader is afab, seventeen’s hip hop unit makes an appearance. warnings: profanities, mentions of drug usage, consumption of alcohol. nsfw, switch! yunho, dom! reader, whining, use of pet names (puppy, pretty boy), praise and degradation, edging, begging, oral (m and f receiving), humiliation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls do not practice this) and more :| i am gone.

summary: typical enemies to lovers; he gets jealous, and you decide to fuck him.

word count: 3.8k

note: happy (late) yuyu day! if y’all go feral, blame @hwasrie for this! he chose all the prompts (smut, enemies to lovers and hate sex)! bet y’all thought i was gonna write fluff HA i actually was. then my husband went and gave me these prompts so… welp, the love of my life gets what he wants :] i also put my whole meiussy into this so god forbid it flops

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random (hard) though no.59

soobie w an oral fixation, who just can't get you out of his head.

all he can think of when he watches you put your rings on in the morning is how much he wants them in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.

you glance at him out of the corner of your eye but say nothing. you've noticed it. noticed it for awhile.

the way that he always has something in his mouth to satiate his desires. a lollipop. gum. biting his own fingernails. something-something that in his eyes, doesn't make him look like a perv.

but his secret wasn't very secret with the way he hyperfixated on your hands. poor thing gets so entranced sometimes, he doesn't realize that he's drooling a bit or slightly sticking his tongue out.

his eyes growing glossy as he imagines you straddling his hips, sitting on top of him with two of your fingers in his mouth.

he's so messy with it and you tell him, whispering it into his ear while fingers push down on his tongue, in the back of his throat. drool coating everything as muffled moans come out. you press down harder, his throat contracting around them as he produces small gags and whimpers.

he loves it. loves it too much to put into words.

but his body would tell you everything. the way his fingers dig into your hips, the way his eyes roll back, the way his head angles up-giving everything to you, baring himself to you so that you can do whatever you want to him.

tears prick at his eyes, a blush coats him cheek and maybe, maybe if he was a good boy you'd grind down on him. maybe you'd give him something more to suck on-something bigger.

"soobie,"

his eyes grow clarity as you peck his cheek, running your fingers through his hair, down his jaw and lightly pressing against his lips...just to tease him a little.

before you get up with a small wink. "i have to head out now, see you later...be good for me~"

yandere felix

summary: basically just sub yandere lixie x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

There was never a time Felix could remember where he wasn’t in love with you

Ever since you were little with a childlike innocence, clinging to each other's sides and running around in the dirt and mud as little kids do

and your parents would joke about how one day you would get married

From the time where you’d stick out your tongue in disgust at the prospect, claiming that he had cooties and roll your eyes, groaning at your parents for being so weird,

all while he blushed shyly, hiding behind you and agreeing with every word you said

he was absolutely smitten with you in the adorable way children are

and as you grew older the dynamics simply stuck, 

he was shy and cute, hanging on for the ride while you surged into your elementary years.

clinging to your side all throughout grade school to the point where your teachers felt like they needed to separate the two of you

not that it made much of a difference if you weren’t in the same class though.

Constantly you were kicked out for sneaking into his class during school hours, sneaking in halfway through class, sitting beside him just outside of the teacher's view until you were inevitably caught with how loud the two of you were laughing

during break time you were off and out of the classroom in a matter of seconds, elated to see each other again after forever apart (in your little kid minds at least)

it never failed to surprise people the 180 Felix's personality did when he was around you.

always a soft-spoken gentle child, not speaking much out of turn but it was undeniable,

He laughed, he smiled, he joked. He seemed to be energized by your very presence

when you weren't together he’d be surrounded by kids who tried to be his friend but they never mattered. They were just a substitute for you until you were reunited 

He was your best friend in the entire word

And you were his

god forbid anyone who ever tried to bully or tease him 

the few who tried, cornering him in the courtyard, taunting him for hiding behind you all the time got what they deserved

A black eye and a broken bone or two. 

While you proudly sported your fair amount of bruising and a suspension from the school for ‘violence’ and 'bullying'

You argued, they didn't listen

"It was their fault though!"

And Felix nodded along,

getting himself suspended the very next day so that he could be with you

neither of your parents were quite happy but they’d long since stopped trying to separate you

It was an impossible task they’d found

you were inseparable

with enough nights finding that one of you would sneak out to meet the other they decided it was just best to allow it and let the two of you come through the front door

instead of Felix breaking his arm trying to scale the house into your open window

Then came high school

hormones got involved and bodily functions changed, feelings got weird and things were different

you began to see things differently. Began to see other people, discovered just how wide world was with so many experiences and people out there;

so many things to do and accomplish, so many things to see and touch and feel

but where you began to see others, when you began to see the world

all Felix ever saw was you

But his feelings weren’t as innocent as before.

They were different.

Looking at you made him feel all tingly and made his heart beat faster.

Your crooked smile made his cheeks burn red and when you grabbed his hand he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach

and to his shame he found that whenever you hugged him or wore his clothes it made certain things a little hard to deal with 

it was embarrassing and his little crush only grew and grew over the years

his jealously only burning brighter when he sees you hang out with anyone else

and then, to his horror you started dating.

He knew you never saw him the way he saw you.

Knew that while he looked at you like that, you were looking at someone else the same way

But he though that...

he didn't know what he thought

but to see you date someone else

He was your “best friend”, “Practically my brother!” You’d tell people and he’d smile along, acting as if it didn’t break something inside of him each time that you did

As if he didn’t love you so much it hurts

As if he didn’t think you were-are his soulmate, the most perfect thing on earth-no one else deserves you, no one could ever be enough for you

Not even him.

but he’s willing to die trying

Your ‘Best friend’

That cuts off any other friends he may have when you jokingly tell him that he's not spending enough time with you, isolating himself from the entire world,

your name the only thing in his head as he stares down at your contact waiting for you to message him. 

he's at your beck and call, whenever you want, him he's there no matter what.

just the sweetest thing ever, bringing you little gifts that reminded him of you, flowers and candy when you're sad, spending nights cuddled up in your arms because you didn't want to be alone, stars in his eyes as he hangs onto every word that you say.

but it's okay, because it's platonic right?

right?

Just platonic with how he has so many pictures of you, enough to fill an entire album

Just platonic the way he tries to rile you up and get you angry so that he can get videos of you yelling at him, calling him pathetic and dumb in your rage

Platonic with how he uses them to get off in the dark of night when it’s only him the sound of your voice filling his ears

the way he specifically watches porn with people that look like you and listens to those asmrs labelled ‘mommy takes care of baby boy’ or some shit with people that sound like you

Just platonic the way he watches so much of that shit and yet never loses his virginity

He wants to keep that for you

Only for you

Even if you have a 'boyfriend'

Even if that 'boyfriend' is an asshole and doesn't deserve you

It's just not fair that he gets to have you

All Felix wants to be under you, feeling you, hearing you moan and whisper dirty secrets to him

He wants you to corrupt him

Like you do to him.

He’s spent so many nights, ear against the wall as you fuck him right on the other side, touching himself to your words

The desire deep inside of him as his fingers fumbled to undo his pants, revealing an undeniable evidence of arousal—aching and throbbing with pent-up desire

For you

Only for you

Always for you

Trying to moan so quietly to hear every little word, every little pant fallen from your lips

Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining you were talking to him, you were stroking his cock, calling him a dirty slut

“Are you enjoying this you little perv?”

“C’mon, be a good boy and beg for it.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Doing so good for me, such a good boy~”

Fuck

That’s the side of you he’s oh so in love with

When your tone shifts to a purr, something so irresistible leaking into every word. 

Or when it’s a mean growl, disgust dripping from every syllable, venom sounding like the sweetest melody in his ears

He can picture the way that you would lick over your lips like you were about to devour him whole

Picture you standing over him, making him feel so small

He’d reach down and lace his fingers with yours, face bright with a blush, looking up with angel eyes,

ready to do anything, beg for your attention, plead for your affection, get down on his knees for a single touch

the way your hands brush over his cheeks, lingering on his perfect features and his cute little heart shaped freckle

tracing over his pretty lips before pressing your fingers into his mouth, down onto his tongue, listening to the way he’d moan, warbled speech asking for more

because he’s greedy and he’s selfish and he wants it all

wants all of you and wants you to have all of him

and he knows that it would never be enough. That he loves you so much, wants so much of you it would never be enough until he was so close nothing could tell apart the two of you

Until he could crawl into your skin, be safe and warm with you

And it could still never be enough.

But this. It’s enough. For now.

Enough in this stolen moment of indulgence, a euphoric solace imagining himself intertwined with you, hearing your voice and for a fleeting second it’s not through a wall, it’s not to someone else. It’s to him

a brief transient escape from his yearning and desperation for you, a moment where his head goes hazy and he tastes colours and sees sounds and feels you touching him

A moment where he feels like his sanity is slowly cracking apart under everything before reality comes crashing back in waves of guilt and longing.

with his fingers coated in his own cum and your name whispered like a prayer on his pretty lips and his chest aching with the want to be in your arms

When you formally introduce your 'boyfriend' to Felix the first time

he swears he has never felt such hate for another person

A boiling, searing, horrific dislike

The want for this guy to get his hands off your hips and get out of your life.

You were honestly confused at his behaviour

never have you seen your best friend so...angry or mean

scoffing whenever that asshole spoke, rolling his eyes and making pointed but passive aggressive remarks that he tried to play off as jokes

(They were anything but jokes)

it was so out of character for his usual soft and cheery self you were baffled, having no idea what was wrong with him

until Felix makes an odd remark about he's sure that this guy will never be able to make you feel good, "too prideful and selfish with a small-"

you pull him to the side, grabbing onto his arm so hard it leaves angry red marks

that he'll probably end up jerking off to later

you practically hiss at him, glaring at him as you tell him off

saying that you have no idea what’s going on with him but he needs to stop it.

That he's your boyfriend and you'd really love it if your best friend could support you

He swears he could’ve almost cried from that. From you defending that asshole, taking his side instead of Felix’s

The only reasonable explanation is that the guy is toxic, he’s manipulating you, he’s bad for you and no one else can see it except for Felix

It seems like he’s in a haze for the rest of the night.

Civil but not really there. Nodding along animatedly, not looking in his direction for the rest of the night

He would swear he was still in that haze when he pulled your 'boyfriend' to the side as he was about to leave, after you had just left out the door, Felix calling behind you that he just wanted to have a quick word with him

in a haze as he threatens him, telling him he needs to stay away from you or else

-or else what?

He’s still in his ‘haze’ still, two nights later when Felix finds out that he never did

You’re so confused when he doesn’t show up for your date. Never texts or calls you back. When you get told from another friend that he ended up moving away for some unnamed reason.

Felix calls you and when you don't pick up he gets nervous and decides to show up at your place

To find you crying and heartbroken over that fucker.

He never deserved you.

Felix knew that

But he comforts you still, he lets you cry on his shoulder

He buys you ice cream and take-out and puts on a movie for you to watch

He lets you lay against him until it's the middle of the night

the room is dark except for the glow of the tv screen, the light illuminating your face to him as you lace your fingers with his

"Felix?"

It feels so odd for you to call him that, and not Lixie or Fefe like you normally do

"Yeah?"

Even odder to hear you say it in such a serious tone.

"Can I do something?"

he looks at you and you look at him

his eyes are wide, cheeks dusted pink

before you lean in and press your lips against his stupidly pretty ones

and in the dark of midnight, with a horrendously stupid comedy movie you insisted watching playing in the back,

He lets you use him

He lets you take his virginity-it was always yours after all, along with his heart and his body and his soul

No matter how rough you are, he takes it all with a moan and a cry for more

Fefe lets you take everything out on him. Every dark desire, all your stress and all your pain poured into making him cry beneath you

And with you on top of him, calling him a good boy, telling him he’s so fucking good for you he melts

He breaks

He cries

He holds back his tongue and doesn’t let spill every little feeling he has for you, how long he’s waited for you, how much he wants you and needs you and adores you

How you’re everything to him.

And you kiss away his tears and he kisses away yours

For tonight he’s yours.

Yours, yours, yours,

No one else’s.

You make him feel things he didn’t know his body was capable of feeling

Playing with his nipples and his dick, licking over his skin with a moan like he's the best thing that you've ever tasted

And when he feels on the cusp of insanity he laces your fingers with his and bring you in for a soft kiss,

so unlike anything else that’s happened tonight

so unlike the rough, borderline cruel way that you fuck him

But in the eye of the storm there’s a kind of quiet

gentle and soft, your lips against his. He swears he can feel your heart beating through your hand.

It’s everything he wants to say, everything he can’t say poured into it

And then you pull away and he whines and you smirk.

He sees heaven and hell and stars behind his eyelids and decides that you’re more important than all of them. 

He sees the marks he leaves on your skin and the marks you leave on his in turn

He feels euphoria and bliss beyond what he thought was possible. Beyond any porn he’d watch and any times he’d touched himself to thoughts of you-he never thought feeling this good was possible

You tug his head back by his hair, slotting your face beside his to whisper in his ear.

“You’re fucking mine, do you hear me Lix? Mine.”

As if he's ever been anything else.

He always has been. He always will be.

“Yours, only yours.”

As if anyone else could have him now. As if you hadn’t ruined him for anyone else. No one could make him feel the way you did and he was not interested in even looking.

Yours.

He never wants to stop

Never wants to stop feeling like this

Feeling like he’s yours and only yours and you’re his and only his

If he could die in this moment, with you he would die a happy man.

He falls asleep in your arms, curled up into your chest

your bodies sweat-soaked and your tired pants filling the room 

you hold him and he swears he’s never been happier in his entire life.

With you.

The next morning you’ve left a note.

You went back home to stay with your parents for a bit and didn’t want to disturb him when you left, but he’s free to stay however long he wants, the keys are on the counter for him to lock up when he leaves

He wishes he could say that he only stayed for breakfast and a shower but that would be a lie

He doesn’t leave for a long time

Because he’s in your bed, surrounded by your scent, covered in your marks from the night before, only able to remember the things that happened between you two

And all of that makes him so hard

He buries his head into your pillow and tries to imagine-remember

He buries his head into your pillow and remembers everything you did to him. Every word he worships in his head, every touch he tries to replicate

Shame fills him as he humps your pillow, unable to stop himself.

As he digs through your dirty laundry, stealing dirty underwear that he uses to get off too

It’s not you, but it’s close enough

He spends way too long in your apartment, doing things that fill him with shame and guilt and desire

How could he not though? With his body still tingling from your touch. 

With his fingers still tracing over the marks you left on his body.

The marks that slowly fade throughout the day.

Marks that he wished he could ask you to replace.

And when you come back you act as if nothing happened. 

You act as if you haven’t touched every part of his body. 

As if you haven’t left marks all over him.

As if you know he isn’t completely and utterly obsessed with you.

As if you hadn’t made him promise to be yours.

But you never promised to be his.

It’s okay.

He’s okay with just being your best friend

With being the shoulder to cry on and the one you come home to after another guy that you liked suddenly doesn’t want to be around you

They’re all temporary. He’s here to stay.

He’s your Lixie, your Fefe

That’s all that matters.

He’ll be your best friend that’s around just a little too often,

That does just a little too much,

That warms your bed a little too many times to be just friends.

But you don’t wanna cross that line.

So it's okay.

As long as you're okay with the people you go out with disappearing after a short while

he may be complacent with the fact that you date someone else but he's not about to let them stay for long

And deep down you know what's going on

you aren't stupid, you don't miss the way he looks at the people you date, you didn't miss the mysterious red stain on his shirt after you got ghosted for the hundredth time

but when he lays in your lap, stretched out like a cat, looking so adorably harmless...

Does it really need to be addressed?

It's okay.

For you.

It's...okay.

For him.

He has something.

You have something.

Even if he really wants love. When he wants to be held and taken care of.

Wants to be told that you love him

Wants to be kissed on the forehead and told that he's the only one for you, that there's no one else.

No one else but him.

No matter that it's a lie and that you've told him all of that before.

a/n: is this kinda shit? yeah but i have such bad writer's block rn and probably won't post for awhile after this so i just wanted to post this now, it's my birthday so i'm going home to spend time w family

i might end up doing a fluffier (if you could even call it that?) version if you guys want it

my taglist is here if you wanna be added: @hobihearteu, @lemonhongjoong, @laylasbunbunny, @xcookiemonsteerr, @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades, @hahagay, @lino-jagiyaa, @missrobyn81, @maru-matt, @goblinracha (i think this is everyone that wanted to be tagged?)

L.F

synopsis; you bought some new makeup just for your pretty boy, which he looks great in of course. So great you'd love to see how it looks running down his soft freckled cheeks.

This fic can be read with a gender neutral reader in mind.

"Hey Lix, i got somethin in the mail today." You bring the package towards your shared room, making the boy look up from his pc. "Really? Is it something for me?" He looks up at you from his place in his seat.

You hum, biting your lip. "I wanna try it." So here you are now, Felix sat snuggly on your dick with you facing each other. You apply a rosy shade of pink blush to match his adorably freckled cheeks and the cute peach sweater he has on.

He lets out a whimper as he gets moved a bit, making you fake frown. "Messed up your blush, now i gotta restart," You complain, knowing a small movement couldn't possibly have messed it up. "What's this?" he asks, picking up the mascara and inspecting it.

"Mascara, it's for the eyes. It makes your eyelashes pretty. Don't you wanna be pretty for me lovely?" You ask, tilting you head while looking at him. He whines looking away from you.

"Look up baby, i need to do your mascara. Don't blink." You say, leaning so close to him your able to see the heart shaped freckle on the side of his cheek. You thrust into him purposely, making him grab onto your shoulders and throw his head back.

"Lix!" you scold, "M' sorry, feels so good." He whimpers, attempting to rise a bit to take the pressure away from his prostate. "You're so full of love aren't you Lix? So cute love," His prettily long eyelashes flutter at praise, making him place a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Poor Lix is so flustered from a bit of praise huh?" you tease, making him whimper. "Are you almost done? Feels so good," He slurs, already feelings so good despite you not moving. Poor boy gets so flustered from praise. With a dramatic pop of your lips you set down the mascara wand.

"Now for the finishing touch, some cute lipgloss i found that's just your shade." You coo, grabbing it from next to you and applying the sticky peach pink gloss to his plump lips. You kiss him, even getting the gloss onto your own lips.

"Oops, i gotta reapply it," you fake frown, making him sigh. You reapply the gloss for a final time, marveling at your work. The eyeliner and mascara make the boy look as pretty as a fairy. His glossed lips are so plump and delicously thick that you can't help but think about what else could be done with them.

"Im done sweet boy, have a look." You say, handing him the small mirror you prepared beforehand. His eyes light up, his small fingers going to his eyelashes to tug.

"Wow.." he says taken aback, looking back at you with big eyes. "You're so adorable Lixie, do you want your reward now?" you coo, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. He nods and puts down the mirror, looking back towards you in wonder.

"Gonna fuck you for doing such a good job keeping still." You say, flipping him around and staring at him from your position above him. He moans, grabbing onto the sheets below him as you start to fuck him.

"Feels so good," he slurs, looking up at you with the prettiest of tears in his deep brown eyes. "Crying already baby? We're just getting started Lix." You say, picking up the pace making his body jolt. He moans out, Throwing his arms around you and digging his nails into your back. "Please," He whimpers, biting his lip.

He brings a hand to his eyes to wipe at the steady flow of tears cascading down his face, smudging his carefully done mascara. "Should've bought waterproof mascara huh Lix? Messed up my hard work," you falsely pout, bringing a hand to wipe his tears for him further smudging the mascara.

"M' sorry," he stutters. "Feels s'good," he whimpers out, bring a hand over his mouth smudging the gloss there onto his cheek. "Look at you crying away all your makeup baby, it must feel good." You say, bringing a hand to toy with his nipples smudging gloss there too.

He lets out a string of moans, "Gonna come, please come with me," He begs, looking up at you with fresh tears in his eyes. "Come in me," he sniffles, meeting your thrusts half way. You groan, "Of course pretty baby." you coo.

ngl i was thinking of adding smth in where Lix holds the mirror while hes getting fucked lol but enjoy!!

taglist: @imrllytootiredforthis @queerpumpkinnn

i think this is like..the best thing ive ever written and its now 3:30 am so i shall head to bed asap after posting this lol

yandere han jisung:

summary: basically just sub yandere jisung x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Once he’s got his eyes set on you, there’s no other option

Whether you like it or not, whether you hate him (dunno how you could tho) or love him, it doesn’t matter

Because baby’s determined now, he’s desperate and obsessive and willing to do whatever it takes

He wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you

Hannie will do anything to get your attention,

He’s not the type to silently stalk, he’ll loudly insert himself into your life

And before you even know what’s going on, he’s everywhere 

friends with your friends, coming to all the group hangouts and movie nights 

He’s getting coffee from the same place you do, offering to pay for your coffee-insisting really

He begins to frequent your workplace, might even go as far as to try to get a job there too so that he can see you everyday 

And little by little, he’s taking over it all, taking up your hobbies so that he can talk to you about them

joining your gym,

coincidentally making friends with your family members-who you never remember mentioning by name

It’s like he’s everywhere you go

and weirdly enough, it’s not as annoying as you’d imagine it to be

because he’s just so sweet and even though it is a little weird, there’s no way someone as adorable as him could ever be creepy

no way the sweet boy that takes turns with your buying each others coffee each day, chirping “Good morning Noona!” Every day when he sees you, face lighting up with pure joy whenever you come into contact with him

there is no way that he’s creepy

Leading up to him asking you out he gets you little gifts that slowly escalate in size, 

Small snacks, then flowers, then trinkets that reminded him of you, an outfit that he think you’ll look gorgeous in (not that you’re ever anything but gorgeous in his eyes), 

he works up, the gifts getting grander and grander, more expensive as well, escalating to jewelry and designer clothing and bags, things that you can hardly accept, but Han insists that you do, never letting you give back a single thing

(there's also the journal thing here-from the 🐟anon, that i cannot fit into here but absolutely HAVE to mention)

And when he finally asks you to be his partner,

he looks so sincere, telling you that he loves you more than anything and promising that you don’t have to feel the same way yet-he’s not pressuring you to feel something you don’t (yet) but he just wants you to let him love you

And it’s not like you could say no-much less that you would even want to

Once you’re dating, Han doesn’t think that life can get any better, this is what he’s been dreaming of, this is his idea of heaven

Babygirl will do anything and everything for you, at your beck and call, happily willing to answer every little wish,

all just so you’ll look at him with a smile and cup his cheek or play with his hair while calling him a good boy-your good boy

he’s just sosososososoososo in love with you, 

looks at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you hung the stars in the sky and molded the world with your bare hands—as far as he’s concerned, you are his world, his universe, you own his heart and the will to do whatever you want to do to it,

even if you don’t know it yet.

you’re his religion, his god, a higher being that he lives only to please

you’re the one that he’ll get down on his knees for and worship

in whichever way you want that to mean😏

speaking of which though, Hannie would let you do absolutely anything to him,

There’s nothing off-limits or too far, your wants are his wants, your pleasure is his pleasure

And whether it’s the sadistic kind that wants to tie him up and edge him for hours on end, 

or degrade and overstimulate him to tears until he cannot formulate a single coherent word, 

Or more often than not it’s the soft kind that wants to praise him and give him soft kisses, let him ride you while telling him how pretty he is, 

call him a good boy while he’s on a leash at your feet, clad in pretty lingerie for your eyes only

He especially loves it when you call him yours

Your anything, really

Your baby, your good boy, your sweet thing, 

your puppy, your baby boy and your whore 

Your slut, just for you, all for you

He swears his heart skips a beat, body burning up with heat when you touch him, reminding him over and over again

Yours, yours, yours,

no one else can make him feel as good as you do, no one can make him cum as hard or make him lose his damn mind like you do

Yes,

he assures you, clutching at your back, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers out the words

Yes, yes, yes

Only you, no one else, he wouldn’t dream of it, couldn’t even think of it

His legs squeeze around your hips, moans reaching a crescendo as he cums, eyes rolling back, drooling and messy,

whispering the words over and over again like a broken record on repeat

Yours.

Han loves aftercare like no tomorrow,

Cuddling up, curling into your chest and falling quickly asleep is the best feeling in the entire world to him

If you clean him up or bring him water, begin to run a bath for the two of you he’ll completely melt

You’re just so good to him. How could he ever deserve you?

Deserve to be the one lying with his back against your chest, warm water lapping at his skin,

soft gentle hands in his hair, careful not to get any soap into his eyes, 

fingers against his skin, praising and affirming,

So pretty,

so handsome,

so amazing,

Mine.

Shivers run down his spine and he’ll look up at you with wide, wondrous eyes

He doesn’t deserve you.

Doesn’t deserve this.

Not your touch or your love or to be the one with you

But it’s everything to him-you’re everything to him and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s anyone or anything take that away from him

By this point there’s no breaking up with him, it’s simply not possible because once his hooks are in there’s no getting them out

You’re stuck

If you attempt to though you’ll get dramatics to no end

He’s sending you gifts like no tomorrow, begging for forgiveness, promising that he’ll change for you, offering up everything you could every want on a silver platter

texting pictures of himself that he knows you can’t resist, in lingerie and collars and thigh highs and skirts. 

videos of himself jerking off, voice messages of whimpering with squelching in the back, sobbing that he can’t do this without you, 

he belongs to you. 

you own him now and even if you think you've moved on, even if you think that you’re done with him, 

you're not really.

You can’t be

Babygirl’s convinced that you’re the one for him and there’s no way he’s gonna let you go that easily

Not that you’d really ever want to, that of course is just a hypothetical, because why would you ever want to leave him?

But it is fun to play with him a little-of course we all like to be a bit mean sometimes

Plus, he has the prettiest tears you could ever imagine

Eyes wide and glassy, face red as he begs and begs and begs, telling you that he’s the one for you, that he can’t live without you

Eventually all throughout it he’ll inevitably end up getting hard and subconsciously grinding again the closest thing

Which just happens to be your leg

How can you not forgive him then? Or even think of anything else for that matter?

anything except for how he’s rutting against you so desperately, pathetic whines and wanton pleas along with a few more of those pretty tears,

humping you like a bitch in heat, chasing his high with a reckless abandon

He gets really jealous really easily too though so it’s really not hard for him to be convinced that you’re leaving him

He sees you talk to one other person and has already convinced himself that you’ve been having a torrid love affair with them and you’re are planning to dump his ass tonight so that you can run away with them

and he’ll never be able to see you again🙁

Cue possessive baby

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the person and simply asking them to leave

He’s not above a little pda to get them heading off on their way, in fact, he actively enjoys partaking in such activities 

Not a single ounce of shame as he pulls you into a heated kiss, letting out exaggerated moans and whines all the while

To be honest, he’d probably be completely fine with you bending him over the table right in front of the person, little perv would probably enjoy the audience if anything

and be ready to find out the poor person that tried to hit on you at the bar the night before has mysteriously gone missing

Letting out a deep sigh you switch the channel to a different one, looking at the sheepish boy sitting in your lap, so close he’s practically on top of you. “you said you wouldn't do it again, hannie."

"i'm sorry!" he pouts, "but you know that they were getting too close to you! i can't just let people steal you from me!"

you pull him close, nipping at his jaw playfully before landing one hard one, he yelps but the sound melts into a moan. "no one's gonna take me from you sungie, i'm yours and you're mine." 

he turns back to you, an indignant pout still on his lips, making him look so adorably precious. "i wouldn't blame them if they were though. you're so amazing, you wouldn't want you? if i didn't have you the-"

you have to cut him off with a kiss before he starts, before he begins to talk in detail of all of the horrible yet oddly romantic things he'd do in order to win your love.

"there's no need to speculate now baby, you have me already," you tap his nose, smiling at him in a way that has his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he makes a hmph sound but eats up the attention, asking you to kiss his neck again.

he absolutely adores hickeys and marks, bruises and ‘mementos’ (as he fondly calls them) on his skin, 

The physical evidence of what you do to him drives him insane

Loves the ache the next day, the slight limp and dull pain whenever he sits down, the soreness of his jaw and rasp in his throat

His thighs are so soft and plush and sensitive, so much fun to bite and tease, watching all the while he descends into a gasping mess

He’ll proudly show off hickeys on his neck, purposely wear clothing that’ll highlight them, making sure that everyone knows your business

Especially loves handprints on his neck, begs for you to choke him just so he can look at the mark in the mirror the next morning

And you better bet that as soon as they’re even remotely fading he’s throwing himself across your lap at the end of the day

Lifting his head, putting his neck covered in barely-there bruises on display

It really doesn’t matter what you’re doing at the moment, that’s not important

Not as important as your Sungie at least<3

a/n: i am going to make this a series with all of skz, doing them all separately. i am wondering if i should make a different taglist for this series but idk yet

I’ve had this thought in my head for a while but I don’t really know how to put it to words, so I apologize if this doesn’t make any sense 😞🙏💔

Imagine Jisung on his knees under your desk, cockwarming you with his mouth as you’re on a call with Felix and Minho, playing some games with them on your computer. He’s fully naked, his hands balled up into fists as he resists the urge to touch his wet pussy. He’s pressing his thighs together so he’s able to get some kind of friction, but it’s just not enough for him.

Everytime you jump in your seat, your cock (real or fake, doesn’t matter) goes deeper in his throat, causing him to gag. Felix and Minho notices the sounds, and thought nothing of it at first, but as they continued hearing the gagging sounds coming from over on your end, they quickly understood what was happening.

They questioned you about those noises, and you didn’t bother to lie and cover it up. You told them what exactly you were making Han do. Han got wetter and wetter, knowing that Felix and Minho now knew what he was doing.

Felix and Minho couldn’t help but slowly get hard imagining Jisung under your desk and gagging on your cock. They wished that they were in your position, or maybe…in Han’s position.

You look down at Han. His eyes were brimmed with tears from the constant gagging, drool slipping past his pretty lips that’s wrapped so nicely around your cock, his plush thighs pressing up against each other. You tried to resist the urge to fuck him right then and there. And unfortunately (fortunately) you couldn’t resist it.

You pulled out of his mouth, his jaw was slack from his mouth being open for hours. You cupped his face with one hand, and he leaned into your touch, leaving sloppy kisses on the palm of your hand. With your other hand, you clicked around with your mouse, changing the screen on your computer. You scooted your chair back and pulled Han up off his knees. Before he could even react, you pulled him into a full nelson position, and shoved your cock into his wet pussy and started fucking up into him at such a rough and fast pace.

Han couldn’t think straight from the sudden pleasure, his loud moans instantly filled up the room. Once he did adjust though, he noticed your computer screen. On your computer screen, it was split up into three separate screens.

Fuck. He knew you were on a call, but not a video call.

On one screen, he saw Felix with his cock out, leaning back against his chair and stroking his cock slow and hard, enjoying the view. On another screen was Minho, also stroking his cock, but at a fast and rough pace. On the last screen, Han could see himself with his legs spread, his pussy out on full display as he gets absolutely railed by you. He got wetter as he watched Felix and Minho watching him get fucked, and even more wet watching himself get fucked.

His moans got more and more shameless. As much as he was blushing like crazy and embarrassed looking at your computer screen, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He loved how you knew exactly what spot to hit to make him scream, and how he loved watching his face contort in pleasure as you hit over and over.

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

Han thanked you over and over, praising and degrading himself in the process, thanking you for fucking into his filthy pussy, thanking you for fucking your good boy. The mix of praise and degradation from Felix and Minho made his head spin and made him closer to his orgasm. His moans got louder as he got closer. Felix and Minho sped up as they watched Jisung’s body writhe more and more. They moaned underneath their breaths, feeling themselves get closer and closer.

Without warning, Jisung squirted all over your keyboard and screen. His eyes were rolled back and his tongue lolled out, in complete bliss as he saw stars. He hadn’t realized what he’s done until he heard you asked him “Who the hell said you were allowed to cum? And all over my keyboard and computer too, you’re so filthy.”

Fuck.

You pulled him off of your cock and threw him onto the bed. You went over to your computer and said, “Come over if you want,” before leaving the call.

Holy shit this was longer than I expected but I know damn well Felix and Minho are rushing over to your house 🙈💕 gonna be filling up all of Han’s holes and passing him around like he’s just a toy for you guys to play with (but he doesn’t mind ofc, he’s loving every second of it <3)

this has been in my drafts literally forever bc i actually can't🥴, this is so hot, god😵‍💫😩

not only does it have hannie with a pussy but also LIXIE AND LEE KNOW😫😩

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

like jesus fuck-anon, you are going to be the actual death of me😮‍💨, i honestly don't know what else to say but i'm in absolute awe of your writing<3333

felix in amazon position . . I WANT HIM SO BAD

like he'd be so perfect for it, have you seen his thighs bro??? when i saw the thunderous mv i literally went feral omg . . and the whines and sobs he'd let out when you bounce on him 🙁🙁

he'd never think that changing positions could ruin him so much.

poor baby is utterly wrecked. choked sobs and whines and moans, hiccupy gasps as tears prick at his eyes. his hands needily reaching up to try to clutch at your body as you bounce on top of him, pawing at your chest with hearts in his glassy eyes.

it's a struggle to not let his eyes roll back in his head, it just feels so good. his mouth hangs open, practically inviting you to press your fingers against his tongue.

he can't even think properly with your thumb pushing down on his tongue, making him gag and drool. accompanied with your nails digging into his thigh, free hand gripping him hard enough to leave bruises shaped like your hands that he loves so much<3

he has such pretty thighs too, it would be a shame to leave them unmarked...