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thankkkk uuu sm !!!! this one got me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭🤭 i have sooooo many ideas in my head so stay tuned 🫶

warnings: nsfw (minor dni), sub!riwoo, switch!riwoo dynamic also, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), somnophilia

wc : ~630

boyfriend!riwoo who, i personally think, didn’t have a high sex drive before he met you. but after you two started dating… oh god help you. i’m sure he’s like pavloved himself to you in a way where he gets hard almost every time he gets you in his arms, or even just looking at your pictures when you're long-distance.

boyfriend!riwoo who forbids you from sending him your pictures when he’s at work (for the reason above). there were more than enough times when he almost ended up late for a shoot because he was forced to quickly jerk off, cause his head was full of your photo with that pretty pink lip balm that, he bets, would look amazing around his dick.

boyfriend!riwoo who is always eager to come back home to you. though most of the time he finds you already asleep, it’s not something he’s upset about. in fact, he loves it. he just knows what he needs to do. so when you, lying on your side, wake up to pathetic whimpers behind you, fully stuffed with his cock, you need a second to focus your sleepy gaze on your boyfriend. riwoo is breathing heavily, his bangs wet and stuck to his forehead, and even in the dark room you can see a slight blush on his cheeks. “baby boy, you should’ve just woken me up,” you softly moan, turning your head toward your boyfriend. “or does it turn you on way more this way?” riwoo doesn’t answer, he can only push his hips harder into you. his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated, like he’s already on the edge. “baby, i thought i asked you a question. use your words.” your voice becomes firmer. he whimpers in response, but the movement of his hips doesn't slow down for even a second. “yes— yeah m-mommy.” “yes what?” “i love it this way— ahh so good— when i get to fuck you before you can even realize what i’m doing to you.” to praise him, you start riding back against his dick yourself. riwoo’s hands instantly land on your hips, gripping them tight enough to probably leave marks. “i love your pussy so much— mghh mommy u’re clenching around me so fucking good.” those words turn you on even more, and slick is already dripping down your thighs onto the clean white sheets. you're gonna have to change them again.

boyfriend!riwoo who can’t keep his hands off you on his days off. literally — he’s like glued to you. you wake up together, brush your teeth together, make breakfast together, and then get ready to go for a walk in the park together. however, all these activities can't happen without being accompanied by his hunger for you. so it turns out that you wake up with his head between your legs, he’s lapping your pussy like the good boy he is. “good morning, miss~ i’m sorry i didn’t ask for your permission, but you’re so sweet i couldn’t resist treating myself.” right after that in the bathroom, while you’re brushing your teeth, he fingers you with so much force that your slick drips onto the floor. and while you’re making breakfast, he dry humping you from behind, almost making you drop the frying pan. in the end, it all finishes with the two of you, fully dressed, having sex right by the front door, his hands on your neck choking you just right, while he holds one of your legs up under the knee so he can go as deep inside you as possible.

boyfriend!riwoo who, after that whole situation, begs you to do your makeup in another room next time — or else the two of you won't make it out of the house again because he can't keep his dick in his pants. but you can't even blame him! after all, the first instinct that hits riwoo's head right after you put on that mascara is how pretty your face will look crying from pleasure, with that exact same mascara smudged down your cheeks.

soo, i want—NEED your thoughts about pool sex with sungho like ooooooyeaaaaKAHSHAGSJA 👅💦👅💦👅💦 pls i love your writing

yyyaaayy i’m so excited to be your first hahah *goofy giggles* anyways ty sm for your request !! the moment i read this i KNEW what i had to do. so i hope you’ll like itttt 🫶🫶 pls sungho in that . particular . green . sleeveless shirt . give it to me i’m begging

genres: fluff, smut

warnings: nsfw (minors dni !!!), public sex, unprotected sex (do not!!), cream pie, they r freaks, probability of getting caught, but there’s also a princess treatment and loving boyfriend sungho who just wants to make his girl feel good

wc: ~1.1K

my note: that song was playing in my head while writing. just for u to know

sungho always loved a good getaway for the two of you. it didn't necessarily have to be something luxurious, but it had to be spacious enough for you not to deny yourselves anything. after all, he always wanted to give you the best he could, because you absolutely deserved it.

so when he surprised you with two tickets abroad, you jumped for joy. and then, that same evening, to show him just how grateful you were, you not only rode him but jumped on him too.

so now, you two were enjoying one of ten wonderful days under the blazing sun, in a pool that was more like a small water park in size. it was located behind the main part of your hotel, right on the way to the ocean. because of that, most guests obviously chose the second option, but you weren't complaining, since it meant that most of the pool was completely at your disposal. especially in the evening, when the setting sun painted the sky in its colors. you'd spent more than half of the day in that pool, taking breaks only for the buffet and sunbathing.

right now, you were lying on your sun lounger, reading the novel you'd brought with you and trying to dry off after your latest race through the water. sungho was in the pool in front of you — his dark green sleeveless shirt was soaked, so you couldn't focus on the words in the slightest, constantly letting your eyes wander toward your boyfriend. he swam up to the edge of the pool, resting his elbows on it and propping his chin up in his hands. he smirked slyly, like a cat, when your eyes met for the third time in a row. “babe, stop pretending that book is more interesting than me and come here.” you giggled at his words and, without giving it much thought, set the book aside.

your black bikini had only just started to dry, but when you stood up from the lounger, a few drops of water collected in the folds of the fabric began to roll down the inner sides of your thighs. sungho's throat went dry at the sight, his shameless gaze following every single drop before moving up to your now-smirking face. “like what you see?” you asked, carefully sitting down on the edge of the pool and lowering your legs in up to your knees before getting ready to slip into the water completely. though you knew all about your princess treatment, you didn't even get the chance to fully sit on the edge before sungho wrapped his strong arms around your waist and thighs, gently lowering you into the water. you giggled, leaving a light peck on your boyfriend's cheek. he laughed in response, looking at you with such a warm, loving gaze that you could undoubtedly see all his endless feelings for you in it.

you didn't notice the dusk settling in because you were much too busy splashing each other and finding out who could hold their breath underwater for longer. so when you finally got tired you only then noticed that there were hardly any people left around you, except for another couple at the far end of the pool, which was so long that you could barely make out their faces.

you felt your boyfriend's embrace beside you becoming needier. his grip on your waist grew tighter, his fingers feeling over your soft sides and digging into them as he let out a long breath. you were about to turn around and tease sungho again, but he didn't let you — instead, he moved behind you and practically trapped you between his broad chest and the edge of the pool. his hot breath scorched your ear. “babe, did i tell you how sexy you look in this bikini?” your breathing grew slower.

“i guess i figured that out based on your countless hard ons.” you wanted to joke, but when you felt your boyfriend's hard, hot cock against the inside of your thigh, it stopped being a joke. sungho groaned into your ear, unconsciously rocking his hips forward. “i want to devour you, you know.” you almost moaned at those words — they were filled with his hunger for you — when you remembered the couple at the other end of the pool. “sungho, there are still people over there. we can't.” “you really think they're paying attention to us? if you're a good, quiet girl, no one will notice anything.”

you bit your lower lip, unconsciously submitting to his words. your elbows were still resting on the edge of the pool, and your nails almost dug into the marble in front of you as you tried to control the sounds barely escaping you.

sungho took the lead. his hands roamed freely over your body, groping your soft flesh and making you freeze so you wouldn't make a sound. “you were just made for me to take you right here,” he growled into your ear, never stopping the movement of his hips, his hard cock pressing between your ass cheeks. “wanna show everyone how much of a good girl you are? because i want to show them how well i'm taking care of my princess.”

“sungho.” you were almost begging him to stop this torture, even though your words were completely at odds with your actions. of course, your boyfriend knew that if you didn't like something, you'd say so, and you wouldn't come back to it again. but the truth was something you didn't want to admit. this whole situation turned you on like crazy. sungho's warm hands on your thighs, already moving lower toward their inner sides, and the possibility of being caught in your most vulnerable state — it all made your head spin. so, after checking once again that the people at the other end of the pool were far away and clearly much more interested in each other than anything else, you turned your face slightly toward sungho and whispered, “are you going to finally fuck me or not?”

you could feel that your bikini was soaking wet, and it had nothing to do with the pool water. your pussy was already subconsciously clenching around nothing, eager to take anything sungho was willing to give you. “i'd fucking wreck you if we were in our room.” sungho's hands finally touched the place you wanted them most — his fingers moved up and down your slit before finally pushing the bikini fabric slightly to the side. “all bark and no bite,” you smirked, hoping to rile sungho up a little, but your confidence quickly faded as soon as you felt the mushroom head of his cock near your hole. in one smooth motion, he was inside you to the hilt, and you both had to hold back your moans. “if you keep talking shit, i'll make you take my cock down your pretty throat for everyone to see. wanna test me, princess?” you couldn't form a single sentence. sungho's hip movements remained completely unnoticeable to anyone else — he wasn't making any wide thrusts, just circling his hips while staying buried deep inside you. and that was so much worse, because at that depth, he never stopped stimulating the inner ends of your clit.

his palm finally moved lower, softly but insistently stimulating your clit from the outside too, and it made your head spin. you could feel how close you were to an orgasm. “can you come for me like that, baby? right here? please? wanna make you feel really good, baby.” sungho's mumbling things near your ear did all the work — you felt yourself clenching around his shaft. at the last moment, he brought your hand to your mouth, not covering it but giving you the chance to bite down on his index finger in the agony of pleasure so you wouldn't make any unnecessary noise. the way you pulsed around his dick was unbearable; you were literally milking him, so he followed you with a few last, soft movements, coming deep inside you and painting your insides white.

i LOVED this request thank uu ( っ¯ ³¯)っ~♡ i kinda see taesan as a really possessive dom so.. bon appétit !!

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), unprotected sex (don’t !!! never !!), blowjobs, free use, semi-public sex, fingering

wc: ~860

being an idol and in a relationship with a junior idol!taesan is a challenge, and you definitely need to be ready for it. first of all, you two discussed your sex life beforehand just to make an agreement — everything is acceptable as long as it doesn't threaten both of your careers. that actually meant you were basically a free-use doll for him. but his favorite, most loved doll, so you didn't really mind. sometimes you needed it even more than he did.

so your favorite time after all your schedules was the late-night dance practices. partly because of those peaceful, quiet sessions without your members being around you 24/7. though you were never truly alone. you knew all too well — only one text stood between you and taesan, who was ready to rush over in a heartbeat, since by this time he, most likely, was already free too.

the door to the big practice room slams shut with a bit more force than necessary, and you immediately hear the click of the lock, smiling to yourself. turning around, you see taesan: your lovely boyfriend in gray sweatpants and a black sleeveless t-shirt, his hair messy, like he just washed out some heavy styling product, and his cheeks slightly flushed. he walks toward you like he has all the time in the world, but from that flush on his cheeks, you can tell he rushed to get to you. you can’t hold back an internal giggle.

your little encounter ends up being the same as usual: you have to watch yourself in the mirror, falling apart on taesan’s dick. he’s behind you, staring at you with eyes so hungry you start to think he might actually consume you. his hand grips your hair tight, forcing your head back — making it even harder to breathe in this position — and forces you to just watch. you see a messy, ruined picture: saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth down your chin, smudged mascara on your cheekbones after a deep blowjob as a foreplay, while taesan drives into you from behind at an animalistic pace. “my cute little slut,” he smirks, genuinely admiring how you look right now. “you were so eager to take my cock right after you finished your work? i bet you couldn't think about anything else besides me rearranging your guts, couldn't you?” you can only nod frantically, trying to hold back your moans. taesan is not going to end this before you're completely filled up with his cum at least two times.

sometimes taesan texts you first — in the middle of the day, when he knows you're definitely in the agency building and can steal a couple of minutes for him. when people see you together, no questions are asked — it's easy to mistake a junior who just wants to get some advice from his senior for a boyfriend who's about to bend you over and fuck on the first available surface. the cramped but clean staff restroom is far from an ideal romantic picture, but honestly, you don't even need that. all you can think about is your boyfriend's fingers, pumping you so confidently and with experience, making wet, needy noises echo around you. prepping you, he doesn't deny himself the pleasure of rubbing his hot, hard length against your thigh, as if showing you what's waiting for you. “baby, i know it's not convenient for you to get your sweet pussy wet now, but i'm fucking pent up after that stupid reality show. so just be good and take what's given as usual, alright?” taesan's free hand firmly covers your mouth — you don't want to get caught, right?

other times he doesn't text you, but you know where to find him. on days when nothing goes right and everything falls apart, he's quietly hiding away in his studio.

au; taesan x fem!reader

synopsis: is it really casual between you two after his reaction to seeing you with another guy?

warnings: smut, dom!taesan x sub!reader, angst, toxic situationship, taesan is an asshole tbh, oral sex (f. receiving), overstimulation, punishment, degradation, jealousy (toxic one though), it is really hurts actually trust me, english is not my first language

wc: ~1K

my note: guys u NEED to listen to this song before/while reading it just makes so much sense. maybe there’s a chance for part 2? who knows ദ്ദി ' ᵕ ' )

"your pupils are blown wide, babe," taesan pulls away for just a second to lick his lower lip. "is it because you like me or my tongue, huh?"

you can’t even mumble an answer, but he doesn’t need one. he can see your trembling legs and how your wetness is staining the leather seat of his dad's old toyota under you. that’s all he needs.

you whimper again as taesan buries his face between your thighs with a fresh wave of passion—his tongue teasing your slit, sometimes sliding slightly into your hole, before switching right back to your clit. it's torture, pure torture.

"tae, i-i’m close..." you try to force out a few coherent words, but honestly, you fail miserably. your legs are already going numb from being in this position for so long: spread eagle on the back seat. taesan literally folds you in two, your knees pressed against your chest while he’s down there, eating you out like a starving man.

"you really think you deserve to cum, you little slut?" he looks up at you from between your legs, and you can see that flash of anger in his eyes again — the one that had only vanished for a brief second.

actually, the thing between you two isn’t a relationship. it’s more like friends with benefits, though you were never really friends to begin with. there was always this tension between you, and one night after a mutual friend’s birthday, it finally snapped. that evening you found yourself in his apartment, screaming his name louder than you ever thought you could. the aftermath: hickeys all over your body, nail scratches on his back, and four used condoms in the trash. you thought maybe in the morning he’d ask you out. maybe after spending some time together, he’d even ask you to be his girlfriend. but that never happened. the only thing he said was, "let’s keep it casual, ok? i don’t really need anything serious right now." taesan could clearly see the disappointment in your eyes, so the last words you heard that morning were, "by the way, you have the best ass i’ve fucked in a while, babe."

so the fact that you didn’t stop seeing each other... was it a complete lack of self-respect on your part? maybe. but you couldn’t say no to his texts — he sounded so needy in every single one of them — and your head spun at the mere thought of the orgasms he drove you to. and besides, as much as you hated to admit it, you were already head over heels in love.

but yesterday, after another stupid week of waiting for taesan's texts, you realized you couldn't do this anymore and picked up your phone. sungho was a sweet guy who’d been trying to pursue you for a while, so you figured, maybe it was time to give him a chance? one date wouldn't hurt, right? especially since taesan insisted on calling whatever you two had "casual."

but the moment you ran into taesan and his friends on your way home after a perfect night at a cozy cafe, you knew you were dead. on the outside, he didn't show a single hint of annoyance: he said hi to both of you and introduced himself to sungho. after all, you were just friends to everyone, right? but the look he gave you... you knew you wouldn’t get off that easy.

the second you guys parted ways, a text popped up on your phone a couple of minutes later: "did i not treat you well enough that you decided to find some pathetic mutt to chase after you? i'll show you how bad of a decision that was."

and that’s exactly how you ended up in this exact position right now. this time, there was no teasing, no flirting, no joke in taesan’s text. just a cold: "i'm outside your building. come down and don't make me wait."

"i really can't get it, y/n," taesan pulls away from between your legs again, wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand while watching the tremors racking your legs. "i thought you liked my dick and everything i give you. but then i saw you with that coward? can you imagine what i felt?"

his fingers replace his tongue as he lectures you like you skipped your homework. without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them exactly the right way, sending even more wetness dripping down your thighs.

"it’s like a puppy i fed with the best food decided to sneak into my neighbor’s house just to eat some cheap shit."

tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes from sheer overstimulation spilled down your cheeks — now not just from the intense physical pleasure, but from a sharp ache in your chest. he’s comparing you to a pet. it’s almost laughable. and what’s even funnier is that you really weren't any different from a loyal puppy when it came to taesan.

"so now i have to train you not to jump on other guys' cocks like the pathetic whore you are!" his irritation builds as he speaks, and by the end of the sentence, his fingers inside you are moving with animalistic force.

you didn't stand a chance of holding back. just a second later, with a loud moan, you feel a massive wave of pleasure completely crash over you, your legs shaking violently while wetness drips down your thighs. did you just...?

"you squirted? are you fucking serious, y/n?" taesan smirks, his eyes darkening. "was that your plan from the beginning? didn't know you liked this kind of treatment. my puppy really is pathetic."

you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye, so you turned your head away. your chest is still heaving from the intense orgasm taesan just forced out of you.

out of the corner of your eye, you watch him grab some wipes from the glove box to clean you up first, then the leather seat under you, before climbing back over to the driver's seat. you can't even move: your bottom half is still completely bare, your hair is a mess, and tears are drying on your cheeks.

taesan looks at you through the rearview mirror with something almost like admiration before speaking: