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박종성 / 𝒇.𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ୨୧ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

🎀: smth rly quick n short.. this lowk sucks help

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박성훈 / 𝒇.𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ୨୧ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌

🎀: first smau drop >< feedback + rbs are appreciated !

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mmm.. you already know it would anon :3

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), light choking, rough sex, dirty talk, college au

in class, sunghoon’s reserved. quiet stares, rolled-up sleeves, glasses low on his nose as he works away at his experiments and notes, barely paying attention to anything else around him.

and when it comes to you, his seating partner, he always scolds. "you measured that wrong," he says in a cold tone, eyeing you up and down.

but in your dorm bedroom? he’s anything but reserved.

your skirt’s hiked up and panties tugged to the side, and he’s fucking you like he’s been holding back for weeks. your pussy’s soaked, stretched around him so perfectly after he made you cum all over his fingers—one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapped loosely around your throat.

"wanted to fuck you on that lab table," he mutters against your lips, cock slipping in deep as your walls clench around him. his grip tightens when you moan his name, eyes rolling back like you can’t even think.

"you’d look so pretty drooling on the desk," he breathes, snapping his hips into yours rougher, filth spilling from his mouth each time. "bet you’d cum just from my fingers in front of everyone, huh?"

you’re shaking under him, overwhelmed, begging for him to finish inside. which he does, spilling milky spurts deep inside with a shaky moan, forehead pressed to yours.

now, every time you’re sitting beside him in class, all you can think about is how fucking ruined he left you.

well.. yes !! anon you're so big brain for this </3

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), masturbation, shower + unprotected sex, explicit language

you had only intended to grab your hair brush that you forgot in the shower. you knew sunghoon was in there, but you were just gonna quickly get it and leave.

you weren’t expecting to walk into anything more..

you slightly push the bathroom door open, the humidity of the warm water clinging to your face. that’s when you hear low, breathy moans of your name.

"fuck.. y/n.."

the shower’s still running, but you can see him through the glass. sunghoon, leaning back against the tile, his head tipped back against the wall, chest rising and falling while his hand pumps his cock—pace quickening as he feels his release inching closer.

"y/n.." he moans again, louder and deeper this time.

you freeze, eyes refusing to blink, lips parted, your whole body tense as you watch his pretty hands stroke his cock.. all while thinking about you.

his hand pauses for a second before he looks up, heavy-lidded eyes locking with yours.

"shit," he mutters under his breath, cheeks flushed pink. "you weren’t supposed to hear that."

he resumes stroking, his hand running up and down his length, wet from the water droplets falling onto it—his eyes still locked on yours through the foggy glass.

"but now that you have.." he breathes out, voice laced with tease, "you gonna help me, baby? or just watch?"

you’re already slipping off your shorts and crop top, your core pooling with wetness as you step into the shower.

not even five minutes later, you’re pressed against the glass door, water dripping down both your bodies as his cock relentlessly slides in and out of your pussy—like it’s been waiting for you. and it has.

"f-fuck," you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as sweat beads form on your face from the heat of the water, the warmth of his body, and the way his cock stretches your walls so perfectly.

"should’ve walked in sooner," he groans against your neck, fingers pressing into your hips as he snaps his hips into yours. "been thinking about this all week."

you can barely breathe, let alone speak. every thrust brushing against your sweet spot, the sound of skin slapping mixing with soft moans, deep groans, and the water pouring down around you.

"next time," he mutters, "i’ll be even louder, hm?"

‎ 𝓲 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾?

심재윤 as your bf who makes you watch ! ⭑ ── wc. 349 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , praise , pet names , unprotected p in v

‎ ꒰◞ ˕ ◟꒱ REBLOG FOR CUDDLES !

if there's one thing about jake, it's that he's a whore for mirror sex. but how could he not be? he adores the view in the reflection—mirror fogging up slightly, your teary face staring back as you both watch his cock disappear inside you, heavy grunts and cries filling the room.

"you see that, sweetheart? see how perfect you look on my cock?" he says, hips snapping into your ass as his cock presses deep into you.

"m-mhmm.." you manage, trying your best to keep your eyes locked on the reflection, but it becomes harder as he hits your sweet spots, making your head fall onto your arm.

"don't look away, baby. so pretty like this," he breathily grunts, and it's enough to make your head lift again, eyes low and glassy as you watch yourself getting fucked dumb.

every sharp cry that leaves your mouth lines up with the wet sounds echoing around you, your slick coating his length as he thrusts in and out. "fuck, you hear that? you’re so wet, baby," he groans, getting off on how messy you sound, how soaked you are just from him.

"j-jake.. have to cum!" you scream out, nails clawing at the marble counter as the knot in your stomach tightens, your pussy clenching desperately around him, legs trembling with every stroke.

he takes that as his cue to drive his cock deeper inside you, voice low yet shaky as more praises fall from his lips. "that’s it, let go f’me. let me see my pretty girl cum all over this cock."

"ngh—shit!" you whimper, gasping softly, cheeks stained with tears as your orgasm hits.

"mmfuck—there you go.. fuckin’ perfect, angel," he moans, watching your cum drip from your core onto the tiled floor, his thrusts slowing as he pulls out and spills himself across your back.

"my little mirror slut," he smirks, still breathless as his eyes flick back to the mirror, savoring the sight of your wrecked state.

his upper body lowers down, chest warmly pressed against your back while he presses a soft kiss on your shoulder.

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PARK JONGSEONG who simply needs to take you right in the fitting room of your favorite store.

ꔫ MDNI. cw. est relationship, rich!husband jay x needy f!reader, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), creampie, praise, petnames (baby, pretty, angel, beautiful, sexy, good girl), hints at being caught, reader is a bit insecure about her dress choice, loving pjs

every few months jay's workplace would host a fancy dinner for everyone who worked hard under their name. people who were loyal to the company, usually more discreet. each one, he would invite you with him to celebrate his good work. but also, simply to show off his gorgeous wife.

you'd spent several days complaining about not having any more nice dresses to flaunt to the events, your husband listening to every word of frustration that felt from your lips. "let's go shopping, then. that dress store you love. my treat."

so here you two were, jay leaning against the wall outside of the fitting room area waiting for you to showcase every one that you'd picked. he adored your taste almost as much as he adored you-- the way every inch of fabric hugged your waist, and how the silk fell perfectly between your cleavage. not only did he love to spoil you, but it was almost like a gift for himself, as well.

"what about this one? i don't know.." you questioned as you stepped out of the room, turning in a 360 to let him judge. a soft hum sounded from jay, eyes scanning left and right to see if anyone was around before stepping closer to you. you wore (your favorite color) so well, he couldn't resist how the dress cut out in the back and just barely managed to keep your breasts from spilling out of the sides.

"i know, though." he moved you into the fitting room, taking another moment to glance behind him to make sure no one saw him go in with you. all clear. his hands ran up to clasp around your shoulders as he stood behind you, giving you both the perfect view of seeing yourself in the mirror. "see that beautiful woman? she looks so fucking sexy in this dress, she drives her husband insane." his voice was low and husky against your nape, causing shivers down your spine.

"jay-- what if someone hears?" you slightly panicked as his lips connected to your neck, leaving soft trails of kisses in their wake. "well, i guess we'll have to find you a new store to fawn over." all he did was tease, hands dropping from your shoulders to slip right into the sides of the fabric. your bare tits rested beneath his palms, groping you so perfectly that you couldn't help but close your eyes in renewed pleasure.

"fuck, look at me, y/n." he slipped a hand out to grip your chin, your eyes opening to see your reflections once more. "you make me so messy, i just can't hold back.." jay whispered into your ear, nibbling quickly on your earlobe before sloppily fumbling his bottoms down. his cock sprang out, entirely hard as the veins seemed to already pulse. the lighting of the fitting room giving it so much more attention than the dim ones in your shared bedroom do. you couldn't help but stare in awe, causing jay to chuckle softly.

abruptly, he pushed you against the mirror. hands pressed up against the reflective glass as he slid up the dress with the tag still hanging from it. he didn't bother pushing your soaked panties down, just to the side as he lined himself up at your entrance. "jay, please.. please take me.." you whimpered, pleading as your pussy leaked over his tip.

"have to keep quiet if you want to cum, baby. can you do that for me, yeah? such a good girl.." his voice was barely audible, but you understood everything. he sunk into you with one thrust, your head darting backwards from the stretch. his fingers traced up your revealed spine, his breath catching in his throat from just how turned on he could become by your figure alone.

he moved at a fast pace, hard enough that your barely covered breasts slapped against the mirror with each thrust. when he found your sensitive spot, you couldn't take it anymore-- ripping out a sound so pornographic, that the new coming voices surrounding the room outside had fallen flat.

his eyebrows furrowed, hand roughly slapping over your mouth as your eyes rolled back. "what did i say, angel? you're going to be left unsatisfied if you can't shut that pretty mouth." he whispered huskily, hips starting to stutter as he neared his high. you, were about to come undone, too.

strands of his slicked back hair now laid against his forehead, beads of sweat forming down his face as he gripped your hip with his available hand. you looked at the mirror, and the sight enough had you clenching his cock, wanting to milk him for whatever it was worth.

your scream muffled into his hand, creaming around his length as he pumped his own seed deep into you, tossing his head back with a strained groan. he stirred his cock inside of you a few more times before pulling out, watching how his pearlescent release trickled down your soft leg. "fuck, y/n. you're just perfect." jay rambled, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade.

as you two finally resituated yourselves, you knew you'd found the dress. he would buy it for you with zero hesitation of your choice. "thank you, jjong." you reached for his hand and planted a gentle kiss on the top of it, causing him to smile warmly down at you.

"whatever you need, baby. anytime. i love you, and buying you things makes me feel all the more fulfilled." you two exited the fitting room in the clothes you arrived in, almost as if all care left your systems as the mortified faces of fellow shoppers around you noticed. the only thing left to verify their suspicions being the handprints you'd left behind on that fitting room mirror. "i love you too. kisses when we get home, right?"

"just said, whatever you need."