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someone requested more enfj gyu thoughts but i accidentally deleted the ask ;c i hope they find this <3

enfj just fits mingyu so well because they're soo giving and supportive in relationships, sometimes to the point of neglecting their own needs to help their s/o reach their goals. gyu is always thinking about how to make you feel good.. watching porn to get ideas about new ways to fuck you, buying toys for you to use when he can't be there, being so patient with you when he trains your throat and pussy to stretch to his thick size.. ;c

he loves when you just use him to get off. you don’t wanna bother him when he gets home from a long day of practice, but he can tell how badly you need him and despite how tired he is he’s guiding you to straddle his hips, urging you to sink your needy cunt onto his cock as he watches you with sleepy hooded eyes

“ride it, baby, please.. i want you to”

or he’s fast asleep beside you, buff chest rising and falling with steady breaths with a big arm reached around you, and you’re trying so hard not to wake him with your squirming, the uncomfy slick between your thighs keeping you awake. you can’t help but wrap your legs around one of his thighs, pussy grinding against the thick muscle

putting your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans but his eyes flutter open, always on alert to make sure you’re okay. his voice is deep and raspy, moving you over so he can tug his briefs down and spoon you

“shh.. im here, baby. lemme take care of it”

or it’s early in the morning and you’re kneeling beside gyu’s sleeping frame, chewing on your lower lip as you think about all the conversations you’ve had with him about waking each other up with sex, all the times he told you how much he wants to experience waking up to your wet mouth on his cock

you’re so careful as you pull his length out from his briefs, even soft he’s big and heavy and the sight of him makes your mouth water. in his sleep he lets out pretty broken moans, his thick abs and thighs flexing when you press soft kisses to the tip. when you finally put him in your mouth he’s still asleep, bucking his hips up as he gets fully hard. he only wakes up when he’s cumming, and he loses it at the sight of your pretty wet lips trying to reach the base of him, his thick cum making a mess at the corners of your mouth

“f- oh my god.. fuck- baby, baby”

he runs his hand over his face to make sure he’s real, and his other hand comes to rest on your cheek to make sure you’re real. he cums so much, so overwhelmed and fucked out and he’s bucking his hips and rambling with his sleepy lisp

“so pretty, fuck- look at me, baby”

“perfect little mouth, mmh- could fuck your face all day, you want that, bunny? gonna fill you with cum all fucking day”

just thought about fucking mingyu in the back seat of his car.. i’m gonna cry.. i need him so bad,,,

the positions he would have you bent in to accommodate his size, he takes up so much room… it’s almost claustrophobic but why does it make it even hotter?

the way he would have you on his lap, hand pressed to your stomach as he bends you backwards to have your back resting against the middle console/front seats.

don’t get him wrong, he loves having you ride him, but he wants to see and fuck his pretty girl…

hands gripping either of your hips as he braces his feet on the floor to fuck up into you the best he can with the little space he has… god… i’m getting lost in tonight writing this,,,,!!!

I am a girls, girl through and through. I believe in gender, equality, and feminism I believe everyone should be treated equally no matter who you are…That being said… the things I would let this man do to me, are absolutely filthy and unspeakable 🥵 I would have absolutely no self-respect when it comes to him. Want to use me as a footstool? No problem Cheoli <3

hard hours are open besties!

send in some hard thoughts, lowkey am kinda horny and i wanna react to your ideas 🤍

office sex with super rich ceo wonwoo 🥰🥰🥰

y’all are not gonna make this easy huh 😭😭

the second you step into his spacious office with all its expensive paintings and furniture - he’d dim the lights and push a remote button to have all of his window curtains close. then he’d approach you, and you’d whimper at how hot he was, his suit jacket and tie long gone, his chest peeking through some the buttons he left undone. once in front of you, he’d slot a leg in between yours and it takes everything in you not to moan loudly.

“undress for me,” he’d say in a sultry voice.

and when you’re completely naked, he would pick you up and sit you down on the edge of his desk, not giving you so much as a warning when he starts fingering you to get ready for his dick. and when you’ve come from that, he doesn’t even give you another break when he puts his dick in, your moans increasing in volume from how good he was pleasuring you.

“my little darling can’t stay away from me can’t you?” he says as he thrusts into you, noticing how tighter you were getting. “bet you think about me all the time don’t you? how you wish i was there with you every night, fucking you so good your sheets get so soaked and messy? god, i wish i could pleasure you anytime i wanted.. my cute little whore..”

i feel like i’m gonna combust, midnight hard hours open - send in some thots pls 😩

i - literally can’t form any words right now. i’m speechless really.

junhuiii 😩😩😩

svt & nsfw links !

genre; nsfw, contains porn links from twitter, mdni <3 | a/n; wanted to this after seeing the gaming vid i linked wonu. don't like it? don't interact. not tagging cause idk if some will be comfy with this. sorry! otherwise, enjoy <333

mean dom! cheol who loves fucking the attitude out of you.

cheol who loves making your whole body tremble with his hands.

big dick! cheol who loves seeing the bulge on your stomach while fucking you

horny mornings with jeonghan but he's too lazy to fuck you

jeonghan likes to fuck you when spooning

meanie! joshua riling up his princess

joshua admiring you as you ride him

jun who couldn't resist himself seeing you in that tiny ass skirt.

mutual masturbation with jun

how drunk, needy sex with soonyoung goes.

soonyoung proving his pull-out game to you.

horribly failing a bet you had with gamer bf! wonwoo

rough fucking with wonwoo on the countertop while the food cooks.

riding jihoon's thighs as he works in the studio

jihoon helping his pretty girl ride him

minghao prepping you for his cock

minghao making out with your pussy and worshipping your body.

mingyu fingering his impatient passenger princess who's so horny.

giving mingyu a good ride

seokmin who tries fucking you in doggy but he needs to have your lips on his while he fucks you.

how study sessions with seokmin go.

seungkwan likes to suck on your tits as you ride him

seungkwan worshipping your body before sex

riling up vernon during a movie has pleasant consequences.

sucking on your tits during foreplay is a must for bf! vernon

bf! chan who cums right away when you thigh fuck him

teasing chan while wearing the panties he gifted you

★ ! 12:23am 💭

dom!mingyu manhandling and fucking you like a toy.. his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he fucks you on his cock. you’re so fucked out after what feels like hours of him spilling load after load into you, your face feeling hot and wet with tears as you whine into his pillow. he’s so big and thick that it burns, stretching you over and over, molding you to his size and he’s grunting at how tight you squeeze him, brows furrowed and jaw dropped open as his hair falls over his forehead

he’d get distracted by your sobs, stilling inside you to turn your head back towards him and brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby”, “you like it rough, don’t you bunny? y’look so pretty when you take it”

his big frame bends over yours, buff chest pressing you into the bed as his cock sinks even deeper with the new angle. your pretty pussy is soaking, slick dripping down his heavy balls that slap against your clit with each harsh thrust. the violent rutting of his hips doesn’t match the way his big palm smoothes your hair as he shushes you, smearing your tears over your cheeks as you stare at him dumbly. he pushes his thumb last your lips, his voice nearly a whisper, “take it, bunny.. my pretty girl.. look so fucking pretty when i fuck you”

I keep coming back to this😅

you look good in green chwe hansol/vernon x afab!reader (18+)

content: npr, drunk sex, hansol’s a lil jealous when he’s crossfaded, weed, verbal degradation, minor dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-hard dom!hansol, dom x sub dynamics, color safewords (green, yellow, red), everything’s fine he’s just extra, pet names (puppy, baby, babe, love), lil bit of aftercare talk

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hansol isn’t the type to get jealous. at least, not really. not often.

but when he does, it’s always unexpected. his posture is stiff, even though he’s hunched over, lips a barely visible line. it’s silent the entire ride home, the quiet unchanging even as you walk into your apartment. you’re not sure when is the best time to speak, but thankfully he breaks the peace first.

“he did it again.” is all he says and your brows pull together. he glances at you briefly, eyes cloudy with something you can’t read. “every fucking time we go over there, soonyoung is all over you. he has one drink and he’s touching you non-fucking-stop.”

you blink, the words processing in your mind much slower than they would if it wasn’t mulled by vodka. you lick your lips, trying to recall if soonyoung’s actions tonight were unlike his usual intoxicated moves, but you can’t seem to spot the difference. 

“oh,” you laugh, barely noticing your boyfriend not he-he-ha-ha’ing alongside you. “babe, c’mon,” you snort. “i think he just took a really big hit, plus he already had two shots. don’t forget gyu’s bong almost took you out, too.” 

“yeah, but i wasn’t trying to fuck someone else’s girlfriend!”

okay. little bit of a stretch. “‘sol,” you begin warily but he looks away, feeling around in his pocket for his pen, the light illuminating his annoyed expression as he inhales. your lower lip juts out in a pout and you take off your jacket, going to sit on his lap, your arms draping over his shoulders, fingers finding their way into his hair. “baby, don’t be mad. it wasn’t that serious, you know he’s always like that. and i don’t mind. i don’t give a fuck about him, i just want you.”

hansol hums around his pen, eyes darting to study your face. you tilt your head, pout growing. “you don’t believe me? you can’t seriously think i want anyone but you, baby!” 

he just fucking blinks. god, this man. 

you know he doesn’t really think that your interest could sway, but you figure it wouldn’t hurt to prove it. your fingers move melodically, twirling his hair around your fingers, tugging ever so slightly. with one pull, his head falls back, the pen sliding from between his lips. his brows furrow a little and he exhales herbal vapor into your face. 

“baby,” he starts, eyebrow arched, voice steady, testing. “want something?” 

your response is your lips against his, a warm, liquor and cannabis infused scream of want. your hips roll, your skirt riding up against his pants, a quiet mewl added into your kiss. when you pull away, your eyes are heavy, but not solely due to your faded senses. 

“you.” 

“fuck.” 

you’re not really sure if you slide off his lap or if he pushes you, but the two of you are discarding clothing all over the hallway as you stumble to your bedroom. by the time you fall on your bed, you can feel the soft bedding beneath your back. you watch him with a teasing smile, ready for whatever he has to give you. and what he says next is music to your ears, a word that sends chills racing up and down your spine. 

“color?”

you can feel heat build in your torso and between your thighs. you swallow an unintended moan. “green. fuck, green.” 

the small smirk that tugs at his lips has your fingers curling, and it takes so much to keep your hips from lifting. 

“perfect,” hansol hums, the bed dipping as he climbs onto it, his hands gripping your thighs as he spreads them. he doesn’t give you much time before his head is between them and he gives you a brief look before spitting on your cunt, watching as you squirm. “y’know i love you, so fucking much.” 

“y-yes, ‘sol, of course. of course i know that,” you’re trying to keep your voice as stable as possible, but it still trembles with your body. “i love—” the word catches in your throat when his fingers press into your slit, rubbing the newfound wetness across your pussy. he pauses, fingers on your clit and stares at you. “love you!” you finish urgently. “i love you, so fucking much. so–so, please—”

hansol chuckles, shaking his head. “you love that i make you feel like this, don’t you, puppy?” 

your lashes flutter at the familiar name, your hips no longer abiding to your rules as they raise, pushing into his touch. “yes, yes, love when you make me feel like this. wan’ feel more, please.” 

hansol is just as restless as you are, or else he’d remove his hand entirely after your impatience. he’s true to his word most days, but today multiple substances are on your side. 

his fingers are inside you before you can say more, shoving into you at an unforgiving pace that spells out each letter of his frustrations. 

“you like it when he looks at you like that? like other people’s hands on you?” the words are punctuated with each thrust, fingers curling into your walls with an intensity that has you scrambling to keep your thoughts coherent. 

“no,” you sob, the tears pricking the corners of your eyes even catching you off guard. “no, no, jus’ want you, ‘sol, please, fuck.” 

“oh,” hansol sighs breathlessly when he catches sight of your tears, cock twitching in response. “pretty little slut just wants me, yeah? can’t think of anything but me, no matter what?” 

your affirming cries melt into distress when he pulls his fingers out, no ease to his motions as he uses your wetness to stroke his cock, positioning it at your opening with little hesitation. his voice is low, a growl lingering in his tone, but there’s still a softness that brings you to reality for even just a moment when he speaks. “color?”

your vision is blurred and you aren’t sure whether it’s from tears or just tipsy delirium, but you still find the strength to nod, your hole aching in need. 

“green.”

the word is barely finished before he pushes into you, a short breath leaving him as he settles into your tight heat. your mouth is open, but no sounds come out, your lashes fluttering over your dazed eyes. it feels so good you could cry, you think. oh, but you are crying. and hansol loves the way you’re fucked out before it’s even started, it gives him the push to move. 

he slams into you and you finally find your voice, though its much shriller and desperate than you recall it being originally. “there you are,” he groans. “my pretty puppy, my own little needy cockslut, huh? just for me? ‘m the only one who makes you feel so good, makes you a broken puppy who can’t think for yourself, yeah?” 

everything he says is true, both of you know it, but you can’t manage anything past keen moans and babbles, the pleasure shooting your intoxication to a new peak. no one’s ever made you feel the way he does, never put you in a headspace that you felt so free to be a sloppy little mess, never taken care of you so well. the realization starts to unravel the knot in your core, waves of warmth rushing through your body in a way that makes your eyes roll back, your back arch. 

“only—only like this f’ you, only wan’ you, feels s’ good, you’re so—so good, fuck” your response may not be intelligible, but hansol’s satisfied with it, his pace quicker, deeper. 

“that’s what i fucking thought,” he hisses through his teeth, his pace becoming unsteady, hips stuttering. “you’re all mine, aren’t you, puppy? beautiful lil’ slut for my cock, obsessed with me, just want me inside you all the time, huh? addicted to the way i make you feel, the way i make you cum?” your reply is a broken string of yes, your nails sinking into his arm desperately. 

the sensation of you digging into his skin along with the way your expression shows how broken you are is the final push and it feels as though fireworks are going off in your brain, celebrating the heat that floods in and out of your pussy as the two of you reach the ultimate high. 

you’re still trembling, your body going through small spasms as you try to catch your breath. your heart is racing, your mind overwhelmed by the come-down and the emptiness that hits you as hansol eases himself out of you, the sound proof of how drenched you are with the blend of both of your bliss. 

hansol practically falls next to you, his arm draping over you and pulling you close to him. he kisses your forehead with a gentleness that sends a familiar, warm relaxation throughout your entire body. “color?”

you hesitate. “green… i think.”

he’s at full attention, suddenly sobered up, his eyes wide as he searches your face. “you think?” he echoes, clearly not content with the answer. “are you okay? did i… was i too rough?” 

the words aren’t coming to you as easily as you would like, but the concern in your boyfriend’s voice eases some of your discomfort and you shake your head. “no, but…” you shut your eyes tightly before opening them again, meeting his with a sense of unsurety. “you don’t… you don’t really think i… i like other people more than you, do you? because—because i don’t! and i… i didn’t mean to make you feel bad earlier, soonyoung’s just soonyoung and i don’t think anything of it because… i have you. you’re enough for me, and i don’t–”

“puppy.” 

you press your lips together, finally aware of hansol’s hand on your cheek, gently rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “i know. i’m not mad, love, i promise. i think it was the sativa-vodka combo,” he says sheepishly, a completely different energy to what you just experienced, but it makes you sigh in relief. “i love you, baby, and i don’t doubt that you love me. just… sometimes i get a little insecure about that kinda thing is all, it hits harder than other times. but… i love you. always, okay? every part of you. please don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. you were so good for me, was just what i needed.” he pauses, his fingers stilling. “but… you’re okay?”

you snuggle into his chest, sighing quietly. hansol, in all states, seems to know exactly what you need. in all ways. you nod, tilting your head back again to peck his lips. “i’m okay, ‘sol. i love you.” 

“always?”

“always.”