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✰ f!reader x gotak

✰ synopsis: y/n is fed up with gotak always putting basketball first. When she calls him out, it leads to a heated argument. But why is his anger so hot?

✰ warnings: smut, no protection, brat y/n, heated argument, semi-public sex (no ones around), happy ending (:D)

✰ wc: 2.3k

✰ a/n: anon... i am so so so sorry for this being so late. uni has highkey been kicking my ass but it's winter break so i'm back :D! i hope you enjoy this despite me being late 🫩

honestly i know for a fact this dude would not have a romantic relationship with a girl so these links are mostly masturbating, but i’m not gonna make mans bitchless 😭

1. idk he definitely could be packin yk?

2. he’s never done this before so…why now?

3. he upgraded to a toy

4. and another one…

5. and another one…

6. he’s kinda noisy

7. he upgraded to a girl

8. learned how to eat pussy

"You Came on My Lap?" – Beomseok Ver. (Set in a private room, post-fight energy, tension heavy, smutty, possessive Beomseok, 3rd person, uses “Y/N”)

baku version su-ho version hyun-tak version seongjae version yeongbin version wooyoung version beomseok version

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The room was silent except for the throb of bass muffled by thick walls and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Beomseok sat back on the worn leather couch, legs spread, jacket loose on his shoulders, the bruises on his jaw still fresh from the fight earlier that night. His knuckles were split, wrapped in tissues he'd barely bothered to tape up. He looked bored — or maybe just exhausted — until Y/N dropped herself down on his lap like it was nothing.

“Really?” he muttered, arms settling low on her waist. “What happened to personal space?”

“You said to stay close,” she shot back, voice dry, but her hands braced against his chest like she was trying not to feel him too much. Too late. His body was hot. His jeans were rough. And the way he exhaled when she adjusted her seat — slow, tight, restrained — made her nervous in all the wrong ways.

His thigh was solid beneath her. Rock-hard muscle under denim, spreading her just enough to press against something she shouldn’t be noticing.

“You’re squirmy tonight,” he said, the corners of his mouth tugging up lazily. “Can’t get comfortable?”

“No. Your belt is digging into me.”

“My belt,” he echoed, tone dipping, “or my thigh?”

Y/N went still.

Beomseok leaned in slightly, enough to let his breath warm her neck. “You’ve been fidgeting for the past minute,” he murmured. “Grinding.”

“I’m not—!”

He hummed, cutting her off. “You are. You don’t even realize it.”

Her face flushed. She was going to move — shift off, say Sorry, didn’t mean to — but his hands pressed down on her hips, anchoring her.

“Stay,” he said, and suddenly the air wasn’t lazy anymore. It was thick. Possessive.

She swallowed hard. “Beomseok—”

“Go on,” he said lowly, watching her like a storm on the verge. “You’re already moving. Might as well finish.”

It came out as a dare, but it landed like a command.

Y/N didn’t mean to roll her hips. But she did. Once. Then again. The friction of his jeans against her thin panties, the way he let her ride his thigh — just watched, unmoving except for his grip tightening whenever she pressed down too hard — it lit a fire in her gut.

Beomseok’s eyes darkened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “So desperate you’ll use my fucking leg?”

“I—I didn’t mean to—” she choked, but her hips were still moving. She couldn’t stop.

“Oh, I know,” he said. “That’s the best part.”

The heat built fast. She could barely breathe. Couldn’t think. Just one more roll of her hips. One more sharp breath through clenched teeth, and—

It hit her.

Soft. Sudden. Her thighs trembled. Her fingers curled against his chest.

Beomseok stilled.

Then he laughed, low and dangerous. “No fucking way.”

She froze.

His hands slid down to her thighs, thumbs pressing just beneath the edge of her skirt.

“You came,” he said, voice like silk over a knife. “You came on my lap.”

Her face burned. “Shut up—”

“No,” he said, voice firm. “Don’t ever hide that from me. You looked so pretty. Fuck.”

He tilted his head, like studying her. “Didn’t even touch you. Just let you use me. And now look at you.”

She tried to move — tried to escape the humiliation crawling up her spine — but Beomseok wouldn’t let her. He kept her planted there, his thigh still slick with her warmth.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, brushing his nose along her jaw. “Not until I feel you do it again. This time on my cock.”

Her breath hitched.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” he asked, gentle and wicked all at once. “To be ruined properly? Not just a stain on my jeans.”

She nodded before she could stop herself.

“Good girl,” he whispered, dragging her down to grind against him again. “Now ride me like you mean it.”

baku version su-ho version hyun-tak version yeongbin version wooyoung version beomseok version

you did what?

seongjae x reader

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The plan wasn’t to get off.

It was late, and they were bored. The lights were low, the movie long forgotten. Y/N had been half in his lap already, her legs draped lazily over Seongjae’s thighs — but then he'd made some smug comment about how she couldn't handle him. Something about her being too shy to do anything real with him.

Now her legs were straddling him, her hands curled into the front of his shirt, her lips dragging over his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin. His fingers dug into her hips as she rolled against the bulge in his jeans, both of them fully clothed, and still — it was electric.

"Keep moving like that," Seongjae murmured, low and smug, "and I’m gonna think you're serious."

"I am serious," she whispered, her breath catching. “You said I couldn’t handle you.”

He groaned under his breath, letting his head fall back as she ground harder, her panties dragging rough against his zipper. The friction was almost unbearable, desperate and hot. Her hands clenched at his shoulders. His jeans were stiff beneath her, and it should’ve been uncomfortable, but her body was already betraying her — clenching, trembling, aching.

Seongjae's lips brushed her ear. “You’re soaked. You’re gonna come like this, huh? Just from grinding?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, flushed, but her hips didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

"You're fucking dripping on me," he growled, voice deeper now, almost cruel in how pleased he sounded. “Making a mess without even getting my cock inside you.”

The heat coiled in her gut snapped tight — and her whole body tensed.

“Oh my—”

She came, hard, without warning. Her thighs trembled as her panties grew slick and sticky against him. The pressure, the teasing, the rhythm — it overwhelmed her before she could stop it. Her hands fisted his shirt, her breath ragged against his neck.

There was a beat of silence.

Seongjae blinked slowly, eyes wide, looking down. A dark wet patch spread across the front of his jeans.

He grinned.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, cock twitching under her. “You just came on my lap like that?”

Y/N groaned, mortified, trying to hide her face against his shoulder.

But Seongjae grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Nah. Don’t you dare hide now. You came from me. From my lap. From nothing but a little dry humping?” He let out a breathless laugh, licking his lips. “You’re not getting away that easy, baby.”

His fingers slipped between her legs without warning, pressing over the soaked fabric. She twitched.

“Still sensitive?” he cooed. “Then let’s see how many times I can make you come before I even pull my cock out.”

Y/N whimpered, body jerking as his fingers found the exact spot over the fabric and rubbed slow, mean circles. She clung to him, hips bucking.

“Fucking ruined your panties,” he muttered, pushing the fabric aside. "Fuck it."

He didn't waste time — slid two fingers right into her, already soaked from her orgasm. Her walls clenched tight, still fluttering from the aftershocks.

“Damn,” Seongjae hissed, fucking his fingers into her slowly. “You were gonna do this and just walk away? Not finish me off after that?”

“Thought I’d just—” she choked, body jolting as he added a third finger — “tease you.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well. Bad idea.”

He curled his fingers just right and she cried out again, clamping down around him.

Seongjae growled. “You’re gonna come again, just like this. All over my fingers, just from me talking to you like a filthy little girl who can’t help herself.”

And she did. Just like that — hips stuttering, thighs trembling around his waist as another orgasm hit her.

Seongjae exhaled sharply. “Fuck, that’s two.”

He undid his jeans with one hand, the other still stroking her through the high. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking.

“I’m not done.” He pulled her panties aside completely, lining himself up. “You got me all wet. You better fucking take it.”

He didn’t ask — just slid into her slowly, every inch dragging against her overstimulated walls.

Y/N gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Seongjae—”

“You wanted to act tough,” he growled, “grind on me like that. Now take it.”

He bottomed out, holding her there, deep and full.

She could barely breathe. He was so thick inside her, so hard from watching her fall apart twice already.

And then he moved.

Slow at first — deep thrusts that made her cry out — then faster, rougher. The couch creaked under them as she bounced in his lap, her pussy sucking him in like she couldn’t get enough.

Her third orgasm hit her hard — body arching, eyes glassy.

“Fuck, look at you,” Seongjae panted, gripping her hips. “This is from grinding? Really? You were already this needy?”

His cock throbbed inside her. “One more. Just one more for me. And I’ll fill you up, yeah?”

She could barely nod. “Please—”

He growled, slamming up into her. “That’s it. Take it. Come one more time on my cock.”

She shattered with a scream, body convulsing, her fourth orgasm ripping through her.

Seongjae groaned as her walls clamped down tight, milking him — and with a strangled moan, he spilled inside her, hot and deep, grinding into her as if trying to stay inside forever.

They stayed like that, trembling, breathing heavy. Her head rested on his shoulder. His hand cupped her ass, holding her close.

“…You good?” he finally asked, voice hoarse.

She nodded weakly.

baku version hyun-tak version seongjae version yeongbin version wooyoung version beomseok version

Pairing: Ahn Suho x Reader (Y/N) Setting: Private tutoring session, late afternoon, empty classroom Genre: Smut, Tension, Accidental Orgasm, Obsession, Teasing POV: Third person (Y/N-focused) Length: One-shot ~4,000 words

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Y/N never intended to end up in Suho's lap.

It started out simple. Just a study session. She was helping him prep for an exam. That was all. But Ahn Suho had a way of pulling people in with his silence. He wasn’t the type to flirt or tease—he didn’t need to. He looked at you once and your stomach flipped like you'd been caught doing something wrong.

And maybe she was.

Because at some point, she stopped reading from the book. Her words slowed. She leaned forward. Their knees brushed.

And he didn’t move away.

“Suho,” she said softly, “you’re not paying attention.”

His eyes met hers. Dark. Focused.

“I am now.”

Her heart skipped.

The classroom was dead silent. Outside, the sun had dipped past the windows, casting long shadows over the floor. She shifted her weight, legs swinging slightly under the desk.

Suho didn’t blink.

“You keep looking at my mouth,” she whispered.

“You keep licking your lips.”

His voice was low. Controlled. But his fingers clenched faintly at the edge of the desk.

Something inside her snapped.

“Then stop looking,” she said, standing.

He tilted his head, challenging.

She didn’t back down.

She stepped between his legs.

“Y/N,” he said, voice hoarse. “That’s not a good idea.”

“You haven’t told me to stop.”

He didn’t.

She slid onto his lap slowly. Testing.

His hands didn’t move. Not at first. But his thighs tensed beneath her. His breath caught.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered.

“Then play with me.”

Their mouths met in a crash of heat.

He kissed her like he’d been waiting all year for it. Rough. Controlled. Like he knew if he let go, he'd ruin her.

She didn’t care.

Her hands tangled in his hair, lips parting with a gasp when he sucked on her bottom lip. His grip finally broke—hands sliding up her waist, palms flat against her ribs. Steady. Warm.

And then she moved.

She didn’t even mean to. Just a shift of her hips, instinctive. But the friction made them both freeze.

Her thin skirt had ridden up. His uniform pants were straining. There was barely any fabric between them.

Suho swore under his breath.

“Y/N…”

She looked at him, pupils blown wide.

“You like that?” she asked, breathless.

He didn’t answer. His hand gripped her waist tight. Not pulling her away—just holding. Like he was trying to breathe through it.

She rolled her hips again.

His head tipped back.

“Fuck… don’t—”

But she was already doing it again.

Slow, lazy grinds. Back and forth. Her panties were soaked. She could feel the heat of him through his pants, and the pressure was… addictive.

She whimpered, trying to keep quiet.

His hands slid to her hips, guiding. Not stopping.

He was breathing hard now. Eyes clenched shut. Jaw locked.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

She kissed him hard.

And kept going.

She didn’t mean to.

But the rhythm, the friction, the heat of him underneath her, how his hands gripped her tighter each time she moved—it built too fast.

Her thighs trembled. She gasped his name, forehead against his.

“Y/N…?”

Then it hit her.

A wave of heat. Her whole body tightened.

She came.

Right there.

On his lap.

Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling the sound. Her body shook, grinding once more through the aftershocks before she collapsed against him, panting.

Silence.

Then:

“Holy shit,” Suho said, voice stunned.

She hid her face in his neck.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize.” His arms wrapped around her. “You have no idea how fucking hard it was not to flip the desk.”

They sat there for a moment.

Her legs still shaking. His breathing still heavy.

Then she felt something.

A hot, sticky wetness between them.

She blinked. Pulled back.

“Suho?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah. I came too.”

She stared at him.

“From that?”

His eyes met hers, dead serious.

“You grind on my lap and moan my name like that, what the fuck do you expect?”

She burst out laughing.

He kissed her again.

Harder this time.

🦁

💦 "you came on my lap?"

baku version su-ho version sieun version seongjae version yeongbin version wooyoung version beomseok version

pairing: hyuntak x fem!reader tags: suggestive content, clothed grinding, accidental orgasm, teasing, dom!hyuntak undertones, lap sitting, kissing, tension, soft smut, aftermath, implied smut continuation word count: ~1.2k notes: yeah you meant to tease him, but he’s the one smirking when you finish before things even really start. oops.

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It was just for fun. A stupid little game to see if you could make him lose focus.

Hyuntak was mid-match, leaned back against the couch with his controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen. He looked completely unbothered by your presence—barely even blinked when you climbed into his lap.

“You’re comfy,” you mumbled, settling sideways on his thighs, one leg thrown over his.

He hummed, not looking at you. “And you’re distracting.”

“That’s the point.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss the edge of his jaw—slow, lazy, and playful.

Still, he didn’t falter. Not even when you shifted to straddle him properly, arms looped around his neck. His lips curled at the corners, just barely, and he muttered under his breath, “You think you’re gonna win this?”

You rocked your hips forward once—just enough for him to feel it. He stiffened, thumbs still on the joystick. You did it again, slow and gentle, your clothed core dragging over the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Not trying to win,” you whispered near his ear. “Just wanted to see how long you’d last.”

The click-click-click of the controller slowed as you kept moving, small, teasing rolls of your hips. It wasn’t even anything serious—just friction, a little pressure, enough to make your thighs tense and your stomach tighten. You kissed him, lazy and open-mouthed, and when his hands finally dropped the controller to grip your hips, you thought you’d won.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in charge,” he murmured against your lips.

His hands tightened, guiding your hips in a firmer grind. The new pressure was almost too much—you gasped, biting back a moan. His smirk deepened.

“You gonna come like this?” he asked, voice low and smug. “Rubbing all messy against me, still dressed?”

You tried to laugh. You did. But the way his thigh flexed beneath you—how warm he felt, how slick your panties had gotten—your breath caught. You rocked down harder, chasing it now, barely thinking. His lips found yours again, this time rougher, hungrier, as if he could taste how close you were.

And then— Oh.

It hit you hard and hot, a sudden burst of heat behind your eyes as your body shook. You whined, clutching his shoulders, hips stuttering and then freezing as the orgasm washed over you. It was unexpected and overwhelming, a rush of wet heat soaking your underwear, soaking his sweatpants, and the sharp flutter of aftershocks made your thighs clench around him.

When you finally blinked, still dazed, he was staring at you.

Amused.

Dangerous.

Hyuntak arched an eyebrow. “You came?”

You covered your face with both hands, heat crawling up your neck. “Shut up…”

He laughed—a low, smug sound that sent another jolt down your spine. His hands slid from your hips to your thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles. “You actually came on my lap.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you mumbled into your palms.

“You were grinding on me in nothing but panties and shorts. What part of that wasn’t on purpose?”

You peeked through your fingers. “It was supposed to be teasing. Not… that.”

Hyuntak leaned in, mouth brushing your ear. “Then I guess you owe me now.”

He lifted his hips just enough for you to feel it—hard against you, still trapped beneath your mess.

“You gonna clean this up?” he asked, already pulling your hips forward again. “With your hands… or your mouth?”

You swallowed.

“I—”

Pairing: Si-eun x fem!Reader Genre: Smut, Dom!Si-eun, Overstimulation, Power Play Word Count: ~1.1k Warnings: Overstimulation, creampie continuation, size kink, forced movement (with consent), dirty talk, mild humiliation/praise mix, lap sex, guiding/thrusting while on top, overstim tears, possessiveness, soft aftercare at the end

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Her thighs twitched violently when he shifted her onto his lap, her limp body straddling him like a doll. Si-eun didn’t say anything at firsthe just held her there. Let her squirm.

Let her feel every drop of him still leaking out, every twitch of his cock buried deep inside.

Her head lolled against his shoulder. “Si-eun,” she whispered, too raw to speak louder.

He hummed, running one hand slowly up her spine while the other gripped her thigh. “Still with me?”

She nodded, trembling. “Too much.”

He smiled against her hair. “Not yet.”

His hands guided her hips—slow, unrelenting—as he rolled them forward, forcing her to grind down on him. Her breath hitched. Her hands fisted his shoulders, nails biting into skin, but he didn’t stop.

“You’re still dripping,” he said lowly. “I can feel it. Hot and messy.”

She whimpered, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Please—can’t—”

“You will.” He pulled back just enough to look at her. “You’re going to take it again.”

She could feel everything. Every overstimmed nerve sparking, every fluttering contraction from her last orgasm now violently reignited by friction. Si-eun didn’t thrust up. He didn’t need to. Just the wet glide of their bodies rocking together was enough to make her see stars.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, lips brushing her cheek, her temple. “You feel so fucking good like this—like you’re made for me.”

His grip tightened, guiding her faster now. She was moaning into his neck, hips bucking weakly on their own, chasing something even she didn’t understand anymore.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, breath catching. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name.”

“I already can’t,” she sobbed, voice cracking. “Si-eun, please—”

“You begging again?” He chuckled softly, almost cruel. “You know what that does to me.”

She gasped when he shifted—planting his feet firmly on the mattress so he could angle deeper. His hands stayed on her hips, fingers digging in, forcing her to move with him now.

“Ride,” he ordered. “Don’t stop until you’re crying again.”

She already was. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, a mix of overwhelmed ecstasy and submission as her thighs flexed around him. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, her body shaking each time his cock slid against that one devastating spot inside her.

He watched her fall apart like it was art.

“Faster,” he said. “You wanna come? Then fucking earn it.”

She nodded frantically, mind broken open, letting him fuck up into her in desperate, ragged rhythm. The obscene sound of skin slapping, the wet squelch of their bodies grinding together—it filled the room. And still, he didn’t look away. Not once.

His voice dropped. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re destroyed.”

She screamed when it hit her.

No warning this time. No mercy. Just pure, violent orgasm crashing through her like lightning, her body locking up as she clenched down hard, sobbing against his chest. Si-eun groaned—deep and broken—as she milked him for a second time, her spasms dragging another hot flood from him.

He gripped her tighter and held her there—fully seated on his cock, keeping every drop inside her.

She went limp.

He stroked her back gently. “Shhh,” he murmured. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.”

Her voice was barely there. “I—I can’t move.”

“Don’t need to.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just stay. I’ve got you.”

She felt warm. Safe. Destroyed.

And then his hand slid between them again.

She flinched. “No—no more—Si-eun—”

“Shhh.” He didn’t even touch her clit—just rubbed soothing circles on her hips, grounding her. “I’m done. I promise. Just letting you come down.”

He stayed like that with her, rocking her gently, cock still buried inside. He didn’t rush. Didn’t force.

Eventually, her body stopped trembling.

“You still here?” he whispered.

She nodded slowly.

Si-eun exhaled a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against hers. “Good.”

Then, quieter: “I love how you trust me like this.”

Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked through the haze and found his face—flushed, sweat-damp, jaw still tight from restraint. His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek.

“Even when I push you too far.”

“You didn’t,” she murmured. “You never do.”

That broke something else.

He kissed her—soft, deep, reverent.

And finally, finally, he pulled out.

Only to lay her down again, clean her up, and curl behind her—naked, breath heavy, arms wrapped around her waist, his mouth still ghosting along the back of her neck like he couldn’t let go.

“You still won’t need your legs tomorrow,” he whispered.

Not On Purpose

baku version su-ho version hyun-tak version seongjae version yeongbin version wooyoung version beomseok version

Pairing: Si-eun x fem!reader POV: 3rd person, reader-insert Tone: Softly filthy, restrained tension, quiet dominance Content Warning: Grinding, accidental orgasm, possessive behavior, mild overstimulation, soft dom Si-eun, filthy language —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/N was always touching him. Always climbing into his space like it was hers to claim.

He never said anything. Not when she sat too close. Not when her hand found his arm, his wrist, the hem of his shirt. Not when she kicked her legs over his lap while he studied.

She was affectionate like that—obnoxiously soft. He was not.

So when she clambered over him that afternoon and plopped herself right down on his lap like it was the couch cushion, he didn’t react.

Didn’t even look up from his book.

"You’re so warm," she murmured, leaning into him.

"Hn."

She wiggled a little.

That got his eyes to flick up. Barely.

"Y/N."

"What?" she said, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You’re comfy. I’m cold."

"That’s not my problem."

But he didn’t push her off. Didn’t tell her to move.

So she stayed there, straddling one of his thighs. She leaned forward just enough to hook her chin over his shoulder and let her body melt against him. Her cheek rested against the slope of his neck. She could feel the quiet, steady way he breathed.

Everything about him was calm. Controlled. Still.

It made her want to ruin it.

She shifted again, slowly this time, grinding her hips just enough to feel the seam of her shorts drag against the denim of his jeans.

A sharp inhale. Barely audible.

His fingers tightened around the edge of the book.

"Are you serious?" he asked quietly.

She blinked, innocent. "Serious about what?"

He turned his head slightly, just enough that she could see his eyes. Flat. Dangerous.

"Don’t play with me."

"I’m not," she said softly. “I’m just—sitting.”

"That’s not what you’re doing."

Still, he didn’t stop her.

Maybe that’s what made her bold enough to do it again. A slow, tentative roll of her hips, just once. And again.

It wasn’t even about getting off. Not at first. It was the feeling of it. The friction, the heat, the fact that Si-eun wasn’t moving at all—but his jaw was clenched tight, his hands stiff, his breathing sharper by the second.

She wasn’t sure when her breath started catching. When the ache between her legs turned real. When her fingers dug into his shoulders just to steady herself.

Si-eun didn’t help. Didn’t guide her hips, didn’t touch her, didn’t even shift to let her grind easier. He just watched—eyes pinned to her like he was memorizing the way she moved. The wet, shameful drag of her soaked panties against his thigh. The way her lashes fluttered and her mouth parted, panting.

She started trembling.

“I—fuck,” she whispered.

Her forehead dropped to his shoulder. Her thighs were clenching tight around him now, her hips chasing that friction desperately. His thigh was soaked. She didn’t care.

One more grind. And another. And then—

Her whole body seized. Heat burst low in her stomach, and she moaned against his neck—soft, broken, and shocked.

She came.

Right on his lap.

She didn’t even realize what happened until she collapsed against him, breathing hard and trembling, hips still twitching with the aftershocks.

There was a long silence.

Then his voice—low, calm.

“You came on my lap?”

Her heart dropped. She jerked her head up, horrified.

“I—I didn’t mean to—Si-eun, I swear, I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t trying to?” he asked, still staring at her. His voice was unreadable. Flat.

“No— I mean yes— I mean I was just—fuck,” she breathed, cheeks burning.

She moved to climb off him, but his hand caught her thigh. Firm. Heavy.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Y/N froze.

His eyes dropped, scanning the mess between them. Her soaked shorts. The dark spot staining the denim of his jeans. He pressed his fingers against her core, slow and deliberate.

She choked out a gasp.

“…Still sensitive?” he murmured.

Her thighs twitched.

He slid his hand between her legs, brushing over the soaked fabric with featherlight touches. Teasing. Mean.

"You really couldn’t help yourself," he said quietly.

"I—I didn’t mean to," she whispered.

"But you did." He leaned in, voice like a whisper against her ear. "And now you’re going to do it again."

Her breath caught. "Si-eun—"

He hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her closer until their hips were flush. She could feel the heat of him beneath her now—hard, barely restrained. She hadn’t even noticed how turned on he was until now.

"You think I’m just going to let you make a mess like that," he said softly, "and not take it personally?"

She squirmed. His grip tightened.

"You’ll sit still," he murmured, voice cool. “And you’ll come again.”

“But—”

“Do you want me to fuck you right here?”

Her mouth opened. No sound came out.

He watched her. A flicker of something darker in his eyes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he said, gaze fixed to her face. “Me, pinning you right here, making you cry all over my lap.”

Y/N whimpered.

“But not yet.” He leaned closer. “If I fuck you now, it won’t be gentle. You’re already shaking. You’ll get overwhelmed.”

His hands shifted under her thighs, lifting her slightly and then guiding her hips back down—right against his thigh.

She gasped. Her clit throbbed. The contact was so much worse now—better—after coming once.

“Grind,” he ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me. Move.”

She swallowed.

Her hands found his shoulders again. Slowly, she rolled her hips. One circle. Another.

She was soaked. It felt obscene.

“Faster.”

She obeyed. Her breath was coming in gasps now, little whimpers spilling out with each thrust. Si-eun didn’t move, just watched her fall apart, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her steady.

When her thighs started shaking again, his hand slid between them. Fingers rubbing her through the damp cotton. Unforgiving. Precise.

She broke with a sob—her whole body curling forward as she came again, harder this time. Her nails dug into his back. Her vision went white.

By the time she collapsed against him, she was trembling, soaked, ruined.

He tilted her chin up. Made her look at him.

“You’ll clean this up,” he said, gaze flicking down to the mess between them. “With your mouth.”

She whimpered.

could you please make a sieun x reader where sieun is envious cuz the reader (his gf) is getting too close to suho. thank you!

Jealousy looks good on you

warnings: smut,

Ever since you and suho met each other y’all were quick to become best friends as well, he even taught you a bit of fighting moves and third wheels you and Sieun, but lately it’s like sieun is third wheeling you both, Sieun was quick to notice you and Suho closeness and how quickly y’all connected, he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous because of it. At first he was gonna ignore but he couldn’t

After having lunch with both of them, Suho had to go to his job leaving you and Sieun alone, you smiled softly wrapping your arm around his arm while walking home, you groaned “Ughhh i’m so full! are you?” you said making a conversation, he looked over at you and just nodded looking foward, you raised an eyebrow “Are you okay Sieun? why the long face?” you said with a cheeky smile pointing his cheek, he gently shoved your hand away, “I’m fine..just thinking.” he said plainly

“About?” you asked him still looking up at him, he hesitated to tell you and just shaked his head, once yall arrived to his place it’s been a tiny bit awkward, still noticing his plain expression, “Are you sure your okay? what’s wrong?” you asked him, he sighed softly, “What’s going on between you and suho..yall been, i don’t know hanging out a lot?” he simply asked, you raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean? we’re just good friends” you told him, “You sure about that?” he said with no hesitation, than realization hit you, he was jealous as you smirked a bit, “Why? jealous Sieun?” you teased

He just stared at him his back against the headboard, you crawled on his lap, “You have no reason to be jealousss, i’ve never seen you jealous, it’s look good on you..” you whispered to him, he got a bit flustered, “Seriously tho. What’s going on?” he asked again, “Nothing, i swear, i’ll distant myself for you baby” you said kissing his cheek

He hummed a bit, you than kissed him which he kissed you back, his hands slightly going to your hips, you slightly pushed your tongue in his mouth which made him grunt in surprise, but he went along with it, your tongue on his dancing around it, finally pulling back you took off your own shirt, his eyes soften at your body admiring it, your hand took his off which he didn’t resist, “I’ll make sure you never feel jealous again okay..?” you told him as he just nodded feeling excited

His hands exploring your body, he then unhooks your bra letting your bra fall off. You lifted up a bit to slide down your pants as he watches, his breath going heavy a bit as he realizes he should undress too quickly fumbling with his pants and pulling them down as well, he waited until he saw you take off your panties to take his boxers off, which was right after your pants were off

He quickly removes his boxers, positioning you directly above his cock, he slowly lowers you down onto his length, filling you completely with one smooth thrust, you moaned softly, as he let out a tiny noise at the sudden hot and tight feeling, as you begin slowly riding him, his hands begin roaming over your stomach and chest possessively, slowly guiding you as well, his cock hitting all the right spots nice and slowly, soft moans falling out your mouth, while riding him you kissed all over his face making sure he feels completely loved and that nothing is happening

You slowly picked up the pace, his eyes closing and his mouth opening slightly, enjoying the feeling of you doing all the work, “I’ll make sure you feel good okay? you just sit there” you whispered to him as he just nodded, he was practically hugging you, his arms around your waist and your chest on his chest, his face in your neck moaning softly, as you pick up the pace again, his whines become more frequent. He loves how you're treating him so gently

You paused for a moment steadying him, wanting him to be able to cum, you slowly bounced on him, second by second going faster, he moaned out feeling your ass crash down onto his hips as you kept going faster, he watches your boobs bounce with your movements, he tilts his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips as you bounce faster on him. His fingers clutch desperately at your thighs, his nails leaving marks. His hands move up to your bouncing hips, trying to slow you down but your relentless pace makes his arms weak, “Just wanna make you cum..” you moaned to him as he nodded feeling his orgasm build up

You started moaning as well feeling your orgasm build as well, his hands move to the bed sheets quickly clawing at the bed sheets, “Oh my-.. i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum!” he whimpered out, you tried to speed up as you suddenly came on him, your cum making a mess on his cock as he looked down biting his lip, watching as his length disappears in and out, he moans loudly as he also cums, you panted stopping

Title: Can’t Look Away

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x Fem!Reader (Y/N) Rating: 18+ Content: oral (f receiving), breast fixation, slight dom!Sieun, teasing, obsession, heavy eye contact, possessiveness, creampie, lots of focus on boobs, mutual pining explosion

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It started with the tank top.

Y/N didn’t think twice when she tugged it on that morning — thin, barely-there cotton, no bra. They’d both been lounging around the apartment all weekend anyway. She wasn’t expecting company. But the second she walked out of her bedroom and caught sight of Si-eun on the couch, her stomach twisted.

He was looking at her like he’d never seen her before.

Or maybe like he’d been trying not to look for a very long time — and something inside him just finally snapped.

His jaw tightened. His eyes dropped for a half-second — too long. She watched his throat move as he swallowed, and then he looked away completely, like if he didn’t, he’d do something stupid.

She raised a brow. "Something wrong?"

“No,” he muttered quickly, far too quickly. “You’re—fine.”

But his hands were clenched into fists in his lap. His face was red.

She smirked. "Sure I am."

Y/N walked past him slowly, making a show of reaching up to stretch on her toes, pretending to grab something off the top shelf. Her tits shifted under the thin fabric — no bra, no shame. She could feel his stare burning a hole in her back.

“Are you—” His voice cracked. “Are you seriously not wearing a bra right now?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’m home, aren’t I?”

Si-eun didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to her chest now, shamelessly. Like he was starving. Like he’d been dying to look for months and finally couldn’t pretend anymore.

“…You’re making it really hard to be respectful,” he said hoarsely.

Y/N turned, taking a step closer. Her tone was teasing, but her heart thudded loud in her chest. “I didn’t realize looking was so disrespectful.”

He let out a bitter laugh, leaning back into the couch like he was trying to escape. His thighs spread, and she couldn’t help but glance at the thick, very obvious bulge tenting his sweats.

“I’ve been trying not to look, Y/N. For so long. But you’re always—” He gestured weakly at her chest, breathing heavy. “You wear the tightest shit and just… bounce around the apartment like it’s nothing.”

“I don’t bounce.”

“Yes, the fuck you do.”

She grinned, heat pooling low in her belly. “So look.”

His eyes snapped up to her face, stunned.

“I’m serious,” she whispered. “If you want to stare, stare. I don’t mind.”

His mouth parted like he wanted to say something, but instead, he surged forward and grabbed her waist, pulling her down onto his lap. She gasped — and then his mouth was on her neck, his hands sliding under the hem of her shirt to cup her tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples.

“Oh my god,” he groaned against her skin. “They’re so soft. I’ve been losing my mind, Y/N.”

Her head fell back as he palmed them roughly, squeezing like he couldn’t believe they were real. His cock was hard under her, twitching against her ass with every grind of her hips.

"You have no idea how many times I jerked off thinking about these." His voice was ragged, almost angry. "No idea how many times I had to stop myself from staring when you wore those stupid little pajama tops."

“You could’ve had them any time,” she whispered.

That made him freeze. He pulled back to look at her.

"You’re serious."

“I’ve wanted you just as long, Si-eun.”

Something in his expression snapped. He yanked the tank top up and over her head in one swift motion, groaning low in his chest when her tits bounced free.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

He ducked down and latched onto her nipple with a low growl, sucking hard, tongue swirling in slow, messy circles. His other hand massaged the opposite breast — not gentle, not shy — like he needed to feel every inch. She gasped, rocking against him harder.

"You like that?" he muttered, lips wet, still attached to her skin.

“Yes,” she breathed, clinging to his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. If anything, he got rougher. His tongue flicked and dragged, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whine. When he pulled back to catch his breath, a trail of spit connected him to her nipple. His eyes were dark, almost feral.

"You look so good like this," he murmured, voice low. “All flushed and needy. Mine.”

She shivered. “Then take me.”

That was all he needed.

Si-eun flipped her onto the couch, yanked her shorts down in one go, and shoved her legs apart. His mouth was on her in seconds — licking, sucking, tongue moving in circles until she was shaking. And the entire time, his hand never left her chest. He was obsessed, thumb rubbing her nipple while his tongue worked below.

She came hard, crying out, legs trembling around his head.

Then he climbed up, finally yanking his sweats down, and her eyes widened — thick, flushed, already dripping with precum.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you like this?” he asked, lining up with her soaked entrance. “With your tits bouncing in my face?”

She nodded frantically. “Please.”

He slammed in all at once, groaning loudly. His hands immediately went to her chest, gripping, kneading, like he couldn't help it. She was soaking, clenching around him, overwhelmed.

He watched them the whole time he fucked her — wide-eyed, transfixed, like nothing else existed. Every time they bounced, he groaned louder, hips snapping harder.

“Look at them,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—gonna come just from watching them—”

“Do it,” she begged. “Come inside me.”

He did. With a deep, choked moan, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside, grinding through it, still staring at her tits as they bounced with every pulse.

When he finally stilled, chest heaving, he collapsed onto her.

After a long beat of silence, he muttered into her neck, “I’m never gonna recover from this.”

Y/N laughed breathlessly, combing her fingers through his hair.

Contains: yeon sieun, ahn suho and geum seongje!

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Bottom or top will be added depending on if i think theyre the top (giving) or the bottom (receiving)

ৎ୭ taking over for you (top..technically? Its frotting idk)

ৎ୭ recording while you fuck him (bottom)

ৎ୭ interrupting his study time (top)

ৎ୭ Not so quiet anymore (bottom)

ৎ୭ waking you up (top? (cause he’s giving))

ৎ୭ loves when you ride him (top)

ৎ୭ he’s real sensitive (bottom technically)

ৎ୭ letting you top him (bottom)

ৎ୭ you’d better not lose (top)

ৎ୭ you owed him (top)

ৎ୭ who knew seongje was a secret slut (you did) (Bottom)

ৎ୭ seongje and his oral fixation (bottom..?)

Made by: rat6ix

Guys….I fucking have no words

jaywon is my favourite ship

I think my eyes are literally blessed….

They’re so fucking hot 🥵 🥵 🔥 🔥

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pairing: subnerd!jake x domfem!reader

context: jake is a needy pathetic nerd who is friends with y/n one of the popular girls. Y/n is desperately for help bcs of her bad grades and wanted to ask jake. Who would have thought that something else might arise from a tutor lesson…

content warning: smut, mdni, mommy ink, lot of mentions of good boy, jake’s desperate, reader legit dominant wups, pussy eating, pussystruck, orgasm, edging, riding, backshots, public sx / classroom sx, unprotected sx [don’t], p in v, boobjob, boob obsession, thank you praising, general praising bruh (I think that’s it)

“not againnnnnnn”

“y/n what’s wrong? Got a F again in math?..”

“mhm” math was THE ultimate hate subject that wanted to rip my skin out. Looking at jake’s table i slightly got jealous. Always so smart. Damn nerd.

“Jake” he always looked so shy when someone talked to him like he was actually weird. But to me it was a chance to improve my math skills. I needed him.

“y-y/n uh.. what’s wrong” I hid my chuckles. Why was he always nervous? “I need your help jake and unfortunately you can’t refuse, ma bad. Just meet me at xy room after class. See ya” and without a response from him I left with my friends into the break. I didn’t need an answer. It was jake he would to it anyway.

the day went quiet fast and as the time passed i am sitting alone with jake in the classroom. “y-you wanted help?..” “eh ah yeah help me with math ‘key? I will owe you something!” “Uh-h sure so…”

The air between me and him was THICK like what was his problem? When our legs slightly touched he even stuttered more, when I tilted my head to understand the tasks he blushes or- wait. Is he that desperate for sex or am I just overthinking too much? I wanna test it out..

so I moved my elbow closer to his and shifted every second my position and he observed me like I was a statue. I kinda loved it. But it wasn’t enough. Everytime i called his name I kinda whimpered and he noticed so he began to blush even more. I chuckled. “mhmm jake you are very dirty aren’t you?” “w-what you talkin-“ blop. I sat on his lap and began to play with his hair. “c’mon jake I know what you want” I got closer to his ear.

“be a good boy for me”

I saw this raw hunger in his eyes. They were clearly darkened. So I took the chance and kissed him. I wanted to do it slow but he was hungry. We got lost into that kiss. Muffled in moans that vibrates my tongue good. “Mghh y/n you mtaste so mgood thank mweu” My core got even wetter and i couldn’t handle it anymore.

I broked the kiss and I swear jake was that close to cry and his bulk in his pants got bigger. Damn.

“will you be my good boy? You didn’t answer me properly” “yes m-mommy pls I-I need you so bad it hurts” I smirked badly but just to look at him made me playful. “you wanna eat me up jakey?” His eyes began to see stars and got glowy as if someone gave him million dollars “pls y/n yes” “beg” he didn’t joked around “mhgg pls mommy I’m begging you so hard. I want to make you feel so good and lick that clit of yours to hear your beautiful stunning moans. I wanna get pussystruck so bad that you and I can’t remember our names anymore” this shit made my core throbbing bad . Shit sim jaeyun. “underwear”

As he heard that word he knew. Not a second wasted jake revealed my bare pussy and admired it like a golden award. “So beautiful..” jake licked a straight line on my folds that made me gasped and began to eat this pussy like a starving men.

He pumped this tongues in and out while moaning on it what made me see stars. The vibrations hit the spots “hngg j-jake” “mso good thank you baby” jake began to make teasing circles around my clit. He knew exactly where I wanted to have him so I whimpered. Loud. Didn’t even know I could do that. “Mhyes baby mh I’ll do it” with pressure he licked my clit. Fast. “ahh mh jake” he began to put two fingers inside my folds and pumped it that made me moan loader. “wanna make you come mhh on my hands mommy” jake pumped faster and faster licked more and more “j-jake g-gonna hghhn g-gonna” “cum baby” I came on his finger but he didn’t stopped. I was overstimulated how fast he would go and gasped a lot. I hitted my second orgasm “mhggh jakey” he eventually stopped

“baby you did so good for me. Lick and fingered me so good. You make me proud” that made him even more harder so I slightly rubbed his clothed dick with my feet to see his reactions. He stood still and whimpered “mhh baby I-I’m so hard for you. C-Cmhgcan I fuck you now?” how cute that made me chuckle “jakey sit down” he sat and I revealed my upper body to him so I was now fully naked. “Like it what you see huh” he looked at me with a drooling mouth and I saw how that bulk in his pants got bigger. I sit on it and rubbed my bare pussy on his clothed dick to tease him “naww how pathetic you must wait while I rub myself on your clothed dick huh?” I chuckled cause he lowk cried “mhgg pls baby mhg f-fuck mommy I wanna be inside you” I rubbed harder so he moaned “mhg baby pls” “shut up or I don’t give you my pussy alright. Nod or shake your head like a good boy” he obeys and nodded “mhmm good boy. As an award I’ll give you something else and then we can talk about this yeah?” Nods

I knelt on my knee and unzipped his pants. As I put his draws away his long thick hardness plopped out and I never imagined to be that big so I stare and got wet at that sight “j-jake woah you’re big” I looked at him and he nods. “Okey jakey I’ll give you a stunning boobjob huh.” As I wiggled my boobs to his gaze what makes him almost cry. I slowly rapped my hands around his dick and began to stroke it. “Mhgg yeah baby just like that” I got little bit faster and gave his tip little kitten licks what drove him insane. I grabbed my boobs and putted his dick right into the middle and gave him the best boobjob he prolly ever received. While he moaned and whimpered he almost came “mhggg b-baby g-gonna come” so I stopped “y-y/n?” “not yet jakey” tears run down his eyes “y-you’re so mean” “shh crybaby” without warning I slide my pussy into his dick and ride him.

Our moans were so in rhythm that you could compose a song about it. He stretched me so wide it burned so good. Shit I was cockstruck because of him. “Jakey you can c-cum baby” “thank you mhgg so much baby ahh I-I’m close ugh” I ride him trough his orgasm. He never felt better. I panted on his neck as I came too still inside him. “So full”

I pulled out and we both whined at that emptiness. I sat on the desk “jake fuck me” You don’t have to tell Jake that twice so he immediately stood up and pounds in my pussy. Hands gripping and spreading my thighs wide. “ahh j-jake I-I need it deeper mgh” he quickly putted my legs on his shoulders and this new angle I swear I almost saw heaven. He fucked me so good the atmosphere smelled like sex and cologne with pornography moans in the air. “Mhg baby mhg y/n thank you mso mmmuch mhgg you’re so tight. I love this pussy. So good. It’s mine. My one and only. This pussy was made for me”

I could barely understand him that’s how thick and long he was. He stretched tf out of me

We came together and jake filled me up “nhgg mommy so good” I breathed fast. “That was incredible. My good boy fucks me so well wow”

As I finished my sentence he bended me over the desk and pushed his dick without a warning in. I was shocked i couldn’t even speak cause he fucked so good. I was dripping

“nhgggh ahh j-jake yeah like that” “mhgg I’m feeling good when mommy’s too mhg” my tits were bouncing back in that position so jake eventually grabbed them and pinches my nipples. I moaned even loader cause of overstimulation. He twisted and rubbed them. Oh my gosh how was he so good. “Mhg baby I daydreamed about this mhg almost every single day. How I’m pinching these nipples. When you wore a top I always touched myself in the bathroom thinking about you ahh” “j-jake mhgg” He even got faster with his dick and hands so I could see stars “c-comjng j-jake aahhgmm” He got even faster while I came and didn’t stop. Not even on my third orgasm. My ass were so sticky but he even grabbed it and smacked it “ahh j-jake s-stop” It felt so good. “Mhgg baby gonna cum soon” then he filled me up and stopped. We were breathing hard and jake was still inside me.

“Jake did you like that?” He knitted my boobs and sucked on them too. This idiot. “w-what?! I loved it!! Next time gonna be a tutor lesson too. Tmr at the same time?” “Beg” Jake looked me with those puppy eyes and began to yearn like a begger who wants his food “pls mommy I need to fill this pussy up. I wanna get lost in it again. Pls let me fuck you tmr too and make you feel good. I love you so much mommy. I love this pussy. She’s mine and fit me so well. I’ll be your good boy I’ll do anything mommy pls” I was wet “hmm eat me up until I cum in 5 mins then I see you again tmr” Jake had plans..

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