Hi! This is my new account, I moved @purplereflections and @movedtone0mile (ex @ne0mile) to there since I had some trouble with the double account, it was annoying...
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Hi! This is my new account, I moved @purplereflections and @movedtone0mile (ex @ne0mile) to there since I had some trouble with the double account, it was annoying...
Something I learned last night is that if you type ‘mental health help’ in the tumblr search bar a message will be sent to you from @kokobot which connects you with people who will sit and listen to you. They aren’t therapists and it’s not counselling but it lets you talk to someone if you need to
(I usually don’t ask for reblogs but reblogging this may help more people get help with their mental health so it would be greatly appreciated if you did)
By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by QuinnAnderson on AO3.
How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂
It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong.
kind of wanna reinforce this here. because i’ve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.
ai writing is not okay.
it’s literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. it’s using authors’ very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.
writing is a form of art. fanfiction is a form of literature.
seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.
genuinely don’t know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.
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✧ Warnings: fingering ⎜ movie night ⎜ exhibitionism kinda ⎜ Vernon proving himself ⎜ public sex ⎜ short ⎜
✧ Word Count: 3k
✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.
✧ Author’s Note: This was most voted for in the poll, so here y'all go. This series only has a few more chapters to go - so we will begin wrapping things up shortly.
(UNEDITED)
“Princess, would you mind helping Vernon set up for the movie?” Mingyu asks, his chin resting on your shoulder as you place some dirty cutlery on the bench.
“Sure can.” You mumble, leaning into the large mans embrace, the warmth of his body relaxing some of the muscles in your back. You feel Mingyu’s hands run up and down your arms slowly, trying to coax the last of the tightness from your shoulders.
“I promise after the movie we can talk about what’s going on.” Mingyu says softly, pressing a long kiss to your cheek before releasing you, deciding to go have a shower before the movie starts.
Movie night was a common occurrence in the dorms - the boys waited all week to finally get a night off and watch whatever movie has come out most recently. Somehow you’d managed to snag yourself a regular invitation to the celebration of rest.
“We could watch a horror movie?” Vernon says quietly as he flicks through the rentals on the TV, stopping every now and then to read the synopsis. Each of the boys took a turn to pick the movie for the night, most of them already having one in mind before movie night started, last week was the sub par superhero movie with the rock picked by Joshua.
“Honestly anything would be better than last week.” You sigh as you collect the dishes from dining table, placing them on the kitchen bench before sorting them in the dishwasher. The rest of the boys taking their time in washing up after the day of schedules and group dinner.
“I don’t think the movie was that bad.” Vernon says turning his head to watch you finish cleaning the kitchen. You stop your movement looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok, it might’ve been a little bad.” He chuckles, you dry your hands on the dish towel before grabbing the snacks that had been left on the bench for the movie.
“What kind of horror were you thinking?” You question, dropping the snacks on the coffee table before rushing back to the kitchen to grab the drinks.
“I don’t know, what about that new one that came out, the one with the psychiatrist?” Vernon suggests, scrolling backwards through the movie catalogue to find what he was looking for.
“Oh, the smiley one?” You question as you pad into the lounge room, dropping the drink onto the table before plopping on the floor next to Vernon, your knees pressed together as you wait for him to pull up the movie trailer.
The two of your watch the trailer as everyone finishes changing into their comfy clothes, slowly starting to join the two of you each of them shooting Vernon a teasing smile as the red rises on his neck, your bare thigh presses against he knee as you lean close to him, trying to let Jeonghan pass by.
“Sorry” You say softly as you stumble, your hand landing on Vernon’s legs to keep yourself from toppling over completely. Vernon just shakes his head, letting out a long sigh as you sit up on your knees finally releasing your grip on his legs.
“Come here, Princess, you’re flustering the poor boy.” Mingyu says as he grins at his younger member, your body shooting away from Vernon quickly as you take in his embarrassed expression. Mingyu spreads his legs on the couch, patting the space opening up between them.
You rush away from the blushing boy on the floor, apologising quickly as you take your position between Mingyu’s legs, falling back against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you tug the blanket over both of your lower bodies, pouting and Mingyu chuckles against your cheek, pressing soft kisses to the soft skin as you watch Vernon in self frustration.
“It’s not like you meant to do anything, baby.” Mingyu whispers against your skin, the two of you watching the younger boy get up from his seat on the floor turning towards the couch with a defeated expression. You look to your left, the only free spot available next to you and your boyfriend.
“Look at him, he’s already getting flustered again.” Seungkwan chuckles from across the room, drawing more attention to his friend.
“Like you can judge, Kwannie.” Mingyu shouts from behind you, abruptly ending Seungkwan’s teasing.
“Sit.” You say quietly, patting the cushion besides you, giving Vernon a sympathetic smile. “They’ll shut up once the movies on.” You add quickly. Vernon is quick to listen, sitting before anyone else can spit out a sly remark. The boys continue to either tease or defend Vernon while the man in question presses on the remote until the movie is ready to be played on screen.
“We’re not insulting you, non.” Joshua says quickly, trying to ease the situation, Vernon’s body tense as he sit straight besides you, his hands tightening into fists as he presses play on the remote before passing it over to Mingyu.
“I mean even Dino has more experience than him though.” Jeonghan say under his breath, a sly grin on his face as Vernon glares at the man before moving his gaze over to you.
“I’m sure that not true, right Vernon?” You say quickly, your words pulling a snort from the older male.
“I’ve never seen Vernon with anyone, bet he’s still a virgin.” Jeonghan continues, ignoring the way Joshua elbows him in the arm.
“Well there’s nothing wrong with that.” You respond, reaching your hand out to pat Vernon on the arm. “One day he’ll be with someone and they’ll be very lucky.” You add, ignoring the way Jeonghan rolls his eyes, the movie finally starting on screen.
Mingyu tightens his arms on you but his gaze is trained on the younger member besides him.
“I’m not a virgin.” Vernon whispers to himself, your ears only just managing to pick it up. You can almost feel the moment Mingyu gets an idea, the way his body almost trembles with excitement as he reaches to the table beside the couch picking up his phone.
You keep your eyes training on the screen as Mingyu types furiously on his phone, a small buzz vibrating in your lap and to your left. Mingyu had started a group chat with Vernon the message was simple.
An invitation.
‘Show her just how much experience you have.’
Vernons eyes shoot towards you and yours glance over your shoulder to look at Mingyu, who eyes are trained on the TV screen calmly watching the movie - the grin lifting the corners of his lips the only thing hinting that something happened.
You turn to look at Vernon and shrug. You glance down at your phone, typing quickly on the screen before chucking it to the side, settling against your boyfriend, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Vernon’s teeth catches his lip as he looks down at the message you sent - his phone lighting up his face as he turns to look at the two of you cuddled together on the couch.
‘Show me what you’ve got, pretty boy.’
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“You need to stop fidgeting.” Mingyu’s breath whispers across the back of your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he bends his knees, his legs creating a tent around the two of you.
“I can’t, he won’t move his hand.” You hiss, shooting Vernon a glare, as he keeps his eyes forwards, his hand had been sitting on your thigh for half the movie, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the bare skin. Mingyu just chuckles before telling you to ‘just watch the movie.’
Finally you feel Vernon’s hand move, slipping up your thigh slightly playing with the hem of your pyjama shorts, you gaze flicking around the room, none of the other member paying attention to what was happening at the other end of the couch.
Vernon shoots you a grin before his fingers graze over your panties, a small amount of tension releasing as you lean your head back against Mingyu’s shoulder, trying to push yourself against Vernon’s fingers. Vernon’s finger move slowly, lightly, just trailing over the fabric of your underwear, his eyes never moving from their forward position.
“More, please.” You whine under your breath, the loud soundtrack of the movie covering the words, only the two men closest to you hearing the plea. One of Mingyu’s hands shift, pulling some of the hair off your shoulder, his left pressing soft kisses on the skin, as Vernon’s fingers tug on the crotch of your underwear, shifting them to the side as his cold fingers finally make contact with your burning skin.
Your gasp is perfectly timed with the jump scare on the screen, the boys shooting your a quick look, your body tensing as they let out a short chuckle before turning their attention back to the movie. “You have to be quiet.” Mingyu mumbles against you, adding, “they can’t know that Vernon is about to stuff you full with his fingers.”
Vernon seems to take that as his cue, his finger only just dipping between your folds, grazing against your walls before pulling back out spreading the growing wetness over you. His fingers move in the same similar pattern, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. Mingyu’s hands drop from your waist to sit on your hips pushing them back down onto the couch as they buck forwards, chasing after Vernon’s fingers as he pulls them out again.
You hand reaches out and tugs Vernon’s finger back to you, guiding them back to your entrance. “Get it done, Hansol.” You hiss, the slow growing tightness it your abdomen pulsing as he pushes back inside of you, his smug smile growing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your teeth biting down on your lower lip.
Mingyu was right, his fingers really do stuff you full. Vernon uses his wrist to get as much leverage as possible, his fingers pumping faster, curling as they bottom out inside of you, you can feel your hips trying to rock against the couch, Mingyu straining to hold you in place.
“Baby, you need to stay still.” Mingyu hisses in your ear, your lip is still trapped between your teeth, your eyes finally opening as Vernon slides in a third finger.
“I’m so close.” You whine quietly, Vernon coughing to cover the sound, his hand turning slightly so his thumb can put light pressure on your clit. “fuck.” You curse under your breath, feeling mingyu’s shoulder shake slightly as he chuckles leaning a little more towards Vernon.
“Wrap it up, man.” He whispers, Vernon nodding quickly.
It feels like your body is lifting off the couch as Vernon shoves a fourth finger in, his hand moving quicker than you’d ever seen the calm boy move - Mingyu lifts one hand off your hips and holds it to your mouth.
“Bite down.” He says, you oblige taking the heel of his thumb into your mouth, your teeth digging into the skin - Mingyu lets out a short grunt with a small cough at the end, his remaining hand the only thing keeping you on the soft fabric of the couch.
It doesn’t take long for Vernon’s finger to bring you to your climax, your teeth clamping down harder on Mingyu’s hand to stop yourself from making any sound as you slap your thighs shut around Vernon’s hand, thankful for the large covering Mingyu’s man made tent over your lower body is giving you.
You chest heaves as you slowly release Mingyu’s hand, keeping Vernon’s fingers trapped inside of you while your pussy continues to throb, coming down slowly from your high, the movie finally coming to an end with a bang, not that you had any clue what had happened throughout.
Mingyu finally manages to pry your thighs apart, Vernon managing to slip his fingers out, looking your directly in the eyes as he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes closing with a please sigh.
You feel Mingyu’s phone buzz besides you, the man unlocking the screen, his arms wrapped back around your body.
‘Did I prove myself?’ The message from Vernon was bright on Mingyu’s screen, the man behind you chuckling as you quickly nod your head. Mingyu sends through a thumbs up emoji, before stretching his arms above his head as the credits roll on the screen.
“So what did everyone think?” Vernon asks the groups as Seungkwan turns the lamp in the corner of the room back on.
“It was good.” Hoshi says quickly, pleased with the horror choice. “I really like the part where the car scene.” He adds quickly, looking over at your body wrapped up in your boyfriend. “It must’ve really got you.” He teases.
“Oh, yeah, jump scares always get me.” You mumble out, trying to ignore the way Mingyu’s chest rumbles against your back.
“I think we’re going to head to bed before the next movie, my little princess is a bit tired.” Mingyu says to the group before lifting himself onto the back of the couch, jumping out of his spot from behind you, offering his hand to help you off the couch.
“I’ll see everyone in the morning.” You bid everyone a quick goodnight, your hand clasped with Mingyu’s as he drags you to the end of the hallway into his bedroom. Mingyu pauses for a moment while you enter the room, you can tell he's hesitant about something.
“Is it time for our talk?” Mingyu questions as he close the door behind the two of you, his back pressing up against the wooden door. You nod as you pad towards the bed.
“I’m just worried.” You say, climbing into the middle of the bed.
“Worried about what?”
“I don’t know, just the way some of the guys are acting these days.” You huff as you slump against the mattress looking up at the roof, hearing the way Mingyu slides down the door to sit on the floor.
“How are they acting? Is anyone being rude?” He questions quickly as your just shake your head quickly.
“It just feels different, you know? Like the other day Seungkwan called me at work and took me to lunch. Or the other week Wonwoo asked if he could brush and braid my hair when I got out of the shower.” You say quickly, giving examples of the weird encounters you were starting to have with the members.
“So you’re worried cause they’re being nice? They care about you, you’re like everyones best friend.” Mingyu responds and your groan.
“You don’t get it feels like more than just a friendship thing. It feels like a boyfriend thing.”
“Wait, what does that mean? I don’t get it.” Mingyu asks.
“They’re acting like a boyfriend does, not just like a friend.” You says quickly before sitting up on the bed. “Gyu, I’m just worried that they’re getting to attached to whatever this is. You said it yourself when we started this, that they’re all a little touch starved, maybe they’re attaching themselves to me, to what they want to have.”
Mingyu seems more alert now, your words seeming to have triggered something in him. His eyes are down cast, as he waits for you to keep talking, when you don’t he speaks softly. “Is that a bad thing?”
You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion not understanding what he meant. Mingyu moves slowly moving on his knees until he sits next to the bed, his hands reaching out for yours. You reach for him, both his hand capturing one of yours, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.
“Is it such a bad thing if they treat you like that? Is it so bad if they do get attached?” Mingyu continues, “I mean if it makes you uncomfortable I’ll talk to them but do you really hate that they care for you so much?”
You shake your head quickly at Mingyu’s questions, letting out another long sigh. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t… Where is this going to go gyu? How is this going to end up as a happily ever after? I can’t date thirteen people at once.”
“Nothing needs to be decided right now, but I don’t see any problems so far, I think we should just let things run their course.” You nod giving your hand a quick shake trying to get Mingyu to release it from between his two large ones.
“Stop thinking about the future so much, we will face things head on when they arise, for now just enjoy the fact that you get to be pampered by everyone in this house right now. Enjoy the fact that you have thirteen men who are so goddamn infatuated with you they have zero cares for anything else.” Mingyu says, finally releasing your hands as he crawls up onto the mattress, his body forcing you to to lie back, caging you against the soft material of his sheets.
“No matter how this ends, it’ll always come back to me and you.” He reassures you, pressing soft kisses all over your face until you let out soft chuckles, trying to get away from the tickle of his breath on your neck.
“Fine, but if things start getting messy I’m out.” You say, smiling as Mingyu releases the tension in his arm, his body falling on top of yours, his arms wrapping around you pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. “You can be out anytime, but not right now, I’m too comfortable.” Mingyu says against your sternum, his head tucked against your chest as he lets out a content sigh.
“Mingyu, I still haven’t even showered yet, and despite the fact the you’re comfortable my underwear is wet and riding up my ass.” You manage to pry Mingyu’s arms off of you, shuffling down the bed until your can slip out from under the oversized man’s body.
Mingyu rolls onto his back watching as you gather your fresh clothes and a towel reaching for the bedroom door.
“Do you need me to help you?” Mingyu coos, your head shaking in disbelief as you exit the room with a blunt, “nope.”
literally just needed one person to tell me they wanted it lmao
based off of this. text messages are bolded. content warning for unsafe bondage, not specifically afab!reader but kinda fem, hickeys, slight possessiveness lol, making out, mentions of taking sexy pictures but it doesn’t actually happen, also ahem: Don’t Fuck Your Coworkers <3 pls <33
you: are you busy right now?
your text message startled him out of his focus on his work. if he’s being honest he’s got so much work to do that he’s overwhelmed. he needs to tell you yes.
wonwoo: no
wonwoo: why
he hopes being short in his messages will maybe make you telepathically understand that he really can’t right now even if he would love to. it doesn’t. he sits for a moment, head in his hands when he reads your reply.
you: you know where to meet me
unfortunately, he does. this arrangement has been going on for a couple months now. he’s decently sure no one has noticed because you’ve only done it a handful of times and you’re really good at acting outside of your precious oasis: the janitor’s closet. what a perfect place for inter-office romance.
except he’s assuming the romance side of this is one-sided. not in some tragic, sad way, but he just assumes you like using him for whatever kind of stress relief this is. he doesn’t mind.
wonwoo gets up, making his way towards the bathroom. it’s only once he’s completely out of sight from everyone that he makes a sharper right turn into the janitor’s closet that is so conveniently placed for your impromptu meetings. he’s pulled in somewhat forcefully, but because this is not the first time you’ve done this, it doesn’t surprise him anymore.
your lips find his instantly, immediately titling your head to deepen it as soon as possible. you’re still holding his wrist from when you pulled him in, but your other hand rests simply on his shoulder. his hands grip your waist as you make out.
you pull at his tie to loosen it and eventually remove it entirely, still keeping him distracted with your kisses and the close proximity. he’s getting dizzy; you’re just getting started.
you pull away from the kiss, one hand still holding his wrist while your other hand wraps his tie around it. you take his other hand and tie his wrists together loosely with his tie. only finally do you look up at him, meeting his intense gaze, “is this okay?”
his breaths are more shallow than he’d like to admit, “yeah, you’re fine. do whatever you want.”
“mmm can i give you hickeys? let the whole office know someone’s got you?” even if your arrangement didn’t have a lot of romance in it, it was hard to not feel possessive of someone so perfect like him.
he plays absentmindedly with the buttons on your blouse because it’s all he can do with his hands tied, “you know i’ll just cover it up. i’ll get really into wearing turtlenecks for a while or something. i’m creative,” he smiles charmingly.
okay then, you give in. you pull his tie up so his hands are above his head, held up with your hand pinning his wrists to the wall. you kiss his neck with vigor, touching all over his chest, his waist, feeling up everything under the thick material of his suit as his hands rest uselessly in front of him. you move to unbutton his shirt as you go back to his lips, making out and grinding on each other for what feels like a mini eternity.
it feels like paradise, except he’s not sure if paradise includes worrying about cumming in his expensive pants.
your fingers run through his hair, nails dragging at just the right places to make him shiver. he wonders if it’s your intention to make him look like a sex-crazy wreck or if that’s just an afterthought of your stress relieving methods. maybe you don’t even think about it at all, which is almost hotter.
“hey, i just remembered i’ve got a meeting in like 15,” you say suddenly, pulling away while fixing the button on your shirt. it takes him a second to come down from the daze he was in. you smile when you get a good look at him, “maybe go fix yourself up in the bathroom.”
only then does he realize you were wearing red lipstick. good god.
you help him undo the knot of his tie, “wish i could take a picture of you so i can never forget how pretty you look right now,” you say, untying his wrists, leaving a delicate kiss on his hand. it’s far too sappy a moment for what you mean by ‘pretty’ because he looks like he just had wild sex. and you barely did anything to him.
I'm not even a Christmas person but, I thought this would be a fun idea. I also like how S.Coups is always a husband in my works lol. The bias is evident. This was also far longer than I initially meant for it to be. The S.Coups brainrot is apparent.
Heads up: Choi Seungcheol x Fem! Reader, crack honestly, Reader dresses up in a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit and S.Coups is weirdly into it, they're disgustingly inlove with each other, (Mostly) Soft Dom! Seungcheol, Sub! Reader, Seungcheol being a tease, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), thigh spanking (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, mild praise kink and mild degradation (f. receiving).
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"Can I open my eyes now?" Seungcheol asks from your shared bedroom. You can hear the smile in his voice without even seeing his face.
You really should stop listening to Jeonghan.
He was the one who suggested you buy the skimpy Mrs Claus outfit while the two of you were out together earlier. Seungcheol would love it and appreciate the humour in it, he said. And for some reason you had chosen to listen to him like the clown that you are.
"Not yet. I'll be there in a minute, Cheol," you respond, trying to find the courage to face him. You know logically that Seungcheol would never actively make you feel terrible for something you're wearing, especially an outfit that was meant to be moreso comical. However, you can't help but, feel a little ridiculous now actually wearing the get up.
Oh well, it's now or never and you promised your husband a surprise.
"You can open your eyes now," you say to him quietly and, Seungcheol is greeted with quite the eyeful when he does.
The bright red top you're wearing barely contains your tits. They're practically spilling out of the strappy top. The matching skirt isn't much better. It just passes your ass and he's sure he'd be able to see your panties clear as day if you turned around right now. The black thigh high socks you're wearing cling very attractively to your legs too. Creating little, wonderful indents in your upper thighs where they come to rest.
"Ta da," you say half-heartedly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and studiously avoiding Seungcheol's gaze.
Seungcheol, for his part, is realising some things about himself seeing you in this outfit. He can feel his cock hardening just from taking you in. He was expecting for the two of you to laugh about this, maybe make out because he'd never miss the opportunity to make out with his ridiculously hot wife but, this was far sexier than he was prepared for.
"You look great," he says, voice already gravelly and his eyes slightly lidded.
"Don't patronise me, Seungcheol," you respond a little bit more defensive than you meant to. Eyes shooting up to finally meet his, an apology on your tongue.
However, it dies on your tongue just as quickly when you take your husband in as well. You're a little startled to see the blatantly want in his gaze. His eyes travelling across your body once more before they meet your own.
"You know I would never do that. I mean it. You look great. So fucking sexy," and this time you realise he does mean every word he's saying. Even if he was lying verbally, his facial expressions and body language always gave Seungcheol away and, right now he's practically yelling how much he wants you.
"You know, when I first thought about dressing up like this, I didn't think it would lead to discovering a new kink you have," you say a little sheepishly.
He responds with a low chuckle, a very stark contrast from his usual, endearing giggle. The sound goes straight to the junction between your thighs, a familiar, dull throb settling in.
"I'm just as surprised as you are. But, I'm not complaining. Come here, baby," he says, a commanding edge to his voice. You and him both know you'd never dream to disobey him when he sounds like that so, you steadily make your way over to him until you're standing a few centimetres from touching him.
Seungcheol taps his thigh in invitation and you need no more prompting as you move to settle yourself across his delectable lap. You can't help the little sound you make, part surprise and part desire, when you feel him pressing against you through his sweats and your panties.
"Oh wow, you're really into this," you say breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers play with his dark hair.
His hands come up to rest on your upper thighs, eyes staring intently at your mouth with a small uptick of his own lips. "I'm generally really into anything that has to do with you, yeah," he says, leaning closer to you.
"That was really cheesy, Seungcheol. Even for you," is all you say before you press your lips to his. He groans against your mouth, hands gripping your thighs harder as the kiss begins to increase in desperation.
You can't help the way your hips move against his now fully erect cock. Your own grip in his hair becoming harsher as well while the two of you move with each other. Taking any friction you can get.
Seungcheol was the first one to pull away due to the lack of oxygen. He began to kiss along your jaw and neck, moving to now hold onto your hips and dragging you harder and faster against the length of him.
"Cheol," you gasp out, his brushes against your clit and, mouth along your neck making your panties stick to you uncomfortably now.
"You're so fucking sexy," he mutters against your skin, one of his hands coming up to cup a generous handful of your breast. He massaged you through the flimsy material of your top, smirking against you everytime he grazed your hardened nipple which caused you to shudder.
"Cheol, please," you whine, pressing against his hand and cock desperately. Feeling as though you'll lose your mind if he doesn't do something. Anything, at this point.
You grab onto his shoulders reflexively when he moves to flip the two of you over, eyes widening in surprise. Once on your back, your husband shoots you a grin from above before making sure you're comfortable against your pillows. Your heart squeezes a little in unbridled affection at him. Even through all the lust and neediness, he took the time to make sure he wasn't too sudden or rough with you. Sometimes when you think you're unable to love him anymore, your husband always makes sure to prove you wrong.
Both in the grand gestures and the more subtle ones.
Cupping his face, you pull him into another ferocious kiss. Firmly wrapping your legs around his hips and taking great delight in the moan he let's out against your mouth when he presses against your clothed centre once again.
"I take it I've been very good this year," he says as you eagerly kiss along his jaw and impatiently tug at his shirt.
Any sparky retort you had in mind completely vanishes when he pulls back to throw his shirt somewhere on your bedroom floor. Wide expanses of firm muscle free for you to ogle at and touch as you please. God, you really were the luckiest woman alive.
"Yeah, very good," you say absentmindedly, dragging your fingernails across his chest. Delighting in the way his body tensed and jumped whenever you ran them along his abs.
"I don't think I deserve to be teased if I've been good," he says lowly in your ear and, this time it's his turn to revel in the way your body reacts to him. Your hands faltering along his skin and the shiver that ran down your spine.
"Well, what do you want as a reward?"
"That's a pretty loaded question. There's so many options to choose from," he says, lazily dragging his eyes over your body. They eventually stop on your thighs. He licks his plump lips before saying, "I think I've settled on what I want."
Seungcheol gave you one more kiss against your bruised lips before moving downwards to settle himself between your thighs. Watching your face as he lightly kissed along your inner thighs, hands caressing your outer thighs and enjoying feeling the contrast between your soft skin and the cotton of your socks. The scent of your arousal was fast going to his head and making him feel hazy but, he wanted to work you up properly.
Make you beg for his mouth against you. Very little turned him on like the sounds of you begging for him.
So, he held onto every ounce of his self-restraint as he kept kissing your skin and watching you. Biting back a smirk at the antsy look in your eyes and one of your hands coming to rest against his head.
"Cheol, please," you whine out, pressing your hips up. Trying to move yourself closer to his mouth. However, he held you down firmly. His own eyes molten with desire.
"Please what? Say it."
"I- I want your mouth, please. Or even your fingers. I'll take anything,"
Seungcheol feels himself throb painfully at that. Half-tempted to just sink his cock into you right then and there and, fuck you until you were reduced to tears. However, he had a reward to claim. That could wait.
"I am using my mouth, baby," he says, pressing another kiss higher up on your inner thigh to prove his point. The pout on your lips and the slight tug on his hair makes him laugh a little against you. He can't help it, you're just so cute.
"Not there. You know where, Cheol,"
"I really don't. You have to use your words otherwise I can't help you,"
"My pussy, Cheol. Please, I want your mouth on my pussy please," you finally cry out, pulling at his hair harder this time and feeling frustrated tears build in your eyes.
That's all he needed to hear.
He immediately pressed his mouth against your pastel pink panties, shoving your skirt up your waist and out of his way. Closing his eyes and moaning at the taste of you, even with the barrier stopping him from tasting you directly. You were still heavenly. He couldn't help himself from grinding against your bed in search of some sort of relief for his throbbing cock.
"Ch-Cheol," you choke out, trying to move yourself against his mouth once more despite his steady hold on you. He doesn't let you, however. Seungcheol is taking his time licking at your through your panties, making sure to press a little harder on your clit.
Watching you gradually fall apart under his teasing only fuels the want coursing through his veins. You still get so needy and sensitive after all these years.
Deciding to show you some kindness, he does eventually tug your panties off of you. Leaving you wet and bare for him. And fuck, are you a sight to behold. He clenches his jaw as he takes in how soaked and plump with arousal you are, his cock leaking a good amount of pre-cum in his boxers now. Glancing at your face briefly, he feels himself throb violently at your expression. He hasn't even made you cum yet and you look so fucked out already. Your hair a mess against the pillows, eyes glazed over and teary, mouth open and bruised from the earlier kisses the two of you exchanged and, the straps of your top barely clinging on.
"I don't know what I've done to deserve this as a reward but, thank you," he says, his breaths hitting you directly and making you arch against him. Eyes fluttering shut as you keen from the sensations. You definitely weren't going to last long the ways things were going.
Before you can beg him to please just eat you out, he beats you to it. Looking up at you from between your thighs as he takes his first, long lick of you. Moaning from your taste and the way both of your hands fist his hair. He decides to you've been more than well-behaved enough to deserve a reward of your own so, he wastes no time in diving right in.
He laps at your clit while shifting one of his hands from its hold on you to ease two fingers inside of your eager hole. They're thick and long and fill you up in that way only Seungcheol can. He slowly moves them, taking note of the way your thighs quiver around his head every time he brushes that spot inside of you that leaves you breathless. He makes sure to curl his fingers and press against said spot hard and, is immediately graced with a sharp cry from your pretty lips, your hold on his hair bordering on painful now but, he's determined to push through.
He continues fingering you, watching your face and he can tell you're getting close. However, he pulls himself from your clit and stills his fingers inside you. Your eyes fly open to meet his and he almost groans at the frustrated, desperate look in them, "Why-Why'd you stop? I was close."
"I want you to look at me. If you close your eyes or look away, I'll stop," is all Seungcheol says before starting his ministrations back up once again. Adding more pressure to your clit as a form of apology for stopping and moving his fingers faster, making sure you're watching him all the while.
And you are. Even as a few tears make their way down your cheeks and your moans increase in pitch, you keep your eyes on him. Always such a good, obedient girl.
Good girls deserve to cum.
Seungcheol increases the intensity of his actions. Sucking a little harder on your clit and curling his fingers harder than before inside of your velvet walls, his unoccupied hand trying to keep you in place so you have no choice but, to take everything he's choosing to give you.
It's a particularly hard suck on your clit that you attribute to finally sending you over the edge. Your grip in Seungcheol's hair tightening as you arch against his mouth and his fingers. He tries his best to hold you down and work you through it. Moaning against your clit at the fresh arousal that coats his cheeks, mouth, chin and fingers.
Your breathing is ragged as you try to come back to your body. You shuddering as Seungcheol continues to lick at you and finger you slowly, the sensations quickly shitfing in overstimulation territory.
"Che-Cheol, too much," you gasp out, gently pulling at his hair in an attempt to move him away from you. He gives your pussy one final kiss before shifting away from you and easing his fingers out of you.
He moves up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "You okay?" He asks, pulling back to look over your face to make sure this wasn't too much for you.
You shoot him a lazy, amused smile and wrap your arms around his neck, "You're still such a worrier after all these years, Cheol. You know I can take more than that. I'm good."
"It never hurts to make sure," your husband pouts and you feel that familiar affection for him settle into your chest. It's hard to believe this was the same man who was determined to leave you as little more than a puddle moments ago.
Said affection prompts you to lean up and kiss him once again and, your husband is more than happy to reciprocate. Although you just came not too long ago, you can't help the way your insides ache when you feel him pressing against your thigh.
"Want you," you utter against his mouth, your hands moving to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Want you too," he says, leaning back to shove his boxers and sweatpants off his body impatiently.
You don't think you'll ever really get used to seeing Seungcheol naked. His cock slaps against his stomach incredibly appealingly, smearing pre-cum in its wake. It's hard and red and making you feel very, very empty at the moment.
"As flattered as I am by my lovely wife ogling me, I'd prefer if you got undressed too. My reward and all that," he says sounding annoyingly smug. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as he helps you shuffle off your skirt and tug off your top. However, we you move to tug off the thigh high socks, his hands rest on yours to still them.
"You can keep those on,"
"How very predictable of you, Cheol," you say with a giggle, laying back down as he settles between your thighs once again.
"What can I say? I know what I like. Now, I want you to hold your thighs open for me," he says, the humour vanishing from his tone as he stares down at you and grips his cock in his hand. Sometimes it still gives you whiplash how quickly he's able to be all cute and giggly then look at you like he wants to devour you.
You quickly follow his command. Placing your hands on the backs of your thighs as he runs the head of his cock along your slit, allowing it to get coated in your arousal. You moan every time he brushes against your clit, feeling your hold on your thighs weaken with every teasing brush against you.
Seungcheol isn't having any of it, however and he promptly delivers a harsh spank to the side of your thigh. "Keep your thighs spread for me, baby. I don't want to have to punish you," he coos in mock sympathy, a devious smirk spreading across his face as he watches you gasp and recoil from the spank, fresh arousal gushing out of you.
"Y-Yes, Cheol," you stammer out, readjusting your hold on yourself until your husband was seemingly satisfied. "Good girl," he groans before pushing himself into after what feels like eons. You feel your hold slipping once again as he sinks into you, his cock feeling thick and delightfully familiar inside of you. "So fucking tight," he moans, his hands coming up to replace your own as he watches his cock gradually move in and out of you, completely covered in your juices.
You feel yourself clench and spasm around him, getting used to the feeling of him inside of you. He still thoroughly stretched your insides out all these years later, the slight sting ebbing away to give rise to nothing but, pleasure.
"Cheol, so d-deep," you gasp out when he hooks your legs over his arms and leans forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, picking up speed all the while.
"You're always so wet and tight for me. Your pussy takes me so well, baby," he moans against your breast, pushing into you especially hard. "Can't wait to fill you up with my cum."
His words push you closer to the edge than you anticipated, walls gripping him harshly while your fingernails dig almost red crescent moons into his biceps.
"Yes, Cheol. I want it, please. I want you to c-cum inside of me," you whine out, wishing your legs were free so you could wrap them around him to pull him closer to you.
"Yeah? My baby wants me to fill her up like the good, little cumslut she is?" He asks against your ear, his voice low with arousal as the sound of skin slapping against skin rings throughout your bedroom.
You can tell he's close based on how hard he's throbbing inside of you and the sloppiness of his thrusts. His dark locks sticking to his sweaty forehead as he chases his release, the volume of his own sounds of pleasure increasing as well.
"Y-Yes, Cheol. I want you to fill me up, please. I'm your good, little cumslut," you cry out, reaching for one of his hands. Seungcheol seems to understand what you want because he's grasping your hand in his while he moans into the side of your neck, his climax punching him squarely in the gut before he realises it.
Tears spill down your face while he weakly continues to thrust into you, his hips jolting slightly ever so often. You don't think you'll ever tire of the sensation of Seungcheol cumming inside of you. It's still as hot and exhilarating as the first time he did it.
Your second orgasm isn't quite as earthshattering as the first one but, you still arch against him and milk him for the remainder of his cum all the same. He moves from your neck to look down at you in surprise and desire when he feels the telltale signs of your release and, cups your jaw with one hand and presses a heartbreakingly gentle kiss against your lips.
"Have I told you how hot you are lately? Because you're pretty hot," he mutters against your lips, his eyes alight with humour and affection.
"You could stand to mention it more. For what it's worth, I think you're really hot too but, could you let go of my legs? I think I'm losing feeling in them," you half wheeze out.
"Oh shit, sorry," Seungcheol says, moving to untangle your legs from his arms and settling ontop of you comfortably.
Usually you'd complain about his weight on you since your husband was practically all muscle and the sticky feeling between your thighs that was quickly becoming unpleasant but, you didn't want to ruin the fragile tranquility you two currently found yourselves in.
His hands soothingly massaging your thighs while your own ran along his shoulders and back.
"Best Christmas present ever. Solid 10/10,"
"Cheol, we have sex all the time. That doesn't really count as a Christmas present,"
"Well, you don't always dress up when we have sex so, that makes this time special. Plus, it's my gift so I get to decide whether it counts or not,"
"Do you want me to dress up more often?" You ask jokingly.
The way your husband moved his head to look at you probably broke some kind of world record for how quick he was, "Are you being serious?"
"I might consider it," you say in amusement, giggling at the genuine excitement on his face.
Well, New Year's was just around the corner. Perhaps it couldn't hurt.
✧ Warnings: Virgin Chan! ⎜ Traffic Light System ⎜ Inexperienced sex ⎜ Kinda Cute ⎜ Kinda Cliche ⎜ Fingering ⎜ Shower Sex ⎜
✧ Word Count: 3.1k
✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.
✧ Author’s Note: This is inspired by my kinktober post "Play Along" I decided to turn it into a series with all 13 members, each member will be apart of a chapter either together or seperate.
this one is also for @purplereflections who has been so supportive of all the other parts of this series! Thank you, your comments make me so happy.
“I hope you’re writing all these down, because I’m not going to repeat myself.” Mingyu says tiredly, looking over to the dark hard man sitting at the end of his bed - a notepad and pen tight in hand.
“I am - does she like anything in particular?” Dino asks the tall man - his pen finishing leaving its mark on the notepad.
“Maybe that’s something you should figure out on your own.” Mingyu sighs, looking down to his phone in hand. “Look I know you’re nervous, but just go in with confidence and you’ll be set.” He adds, locking his phone and shuffling off the bed.
“Wait, you’re not going to be there?” Dino asks quickly - the shock in his voice evident and Mingyu shrugs on his jacket and slides, looking down at the younger man with a smile.
“No, I’m not. We’ve got a soccer game and you’re the only one that didn’t want to go, so you’ll be all on your own with my smoking hot girlfriend.” Mingyu teases, tucking his phone into his pocket, before patting Dino on the shoulder quickly.
“Have fun.”
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“Chan, you sure you don’t want a drink, or anything?” You call from the kitchen, looking towards the loungeroom where the t.v is set up for the movie the two of you had planned to watch for the night - the rest of the member out playing sports with a few of the staff members.
“No, I’m good.” He calls back taking his spot on the lounge waiting for you to make your way over with you apple cider and bowl of popcorn. You drop into the cushion besides him placing your drink and snack on the coffee table besides you.
“Are you sure your alright? You seem a little tense.” You question, your eyebrows furrowing as you taken in Chan’s tense posture, his hand fisted into his tracksuit pants.
“I’m fine, just really excited for this movie.” He responds and you chuckle, moving further down the couch till your thigh is pressed to his. You feel his body tense more, his knuckles turning white from how tight he grips his pants.
“Is that about the sex, chan?” You ask, watching as his head whips towards you his expression shocked. “What? You think Mingyu wouldn’t tell me how cute you were asking him what I liked and what I didn’t?” You chuckle watching the slight blush raise up Chan’s neck. His mouth opening and closing as he tries to find something to say.
“Do I make you nervous?” You asks again, changing you position to sit on your knees on the cushion facing the blushing boy. Chan looks at you briefly before turning his eyes back to the Netflix Home Screen.
“A little.” He admits, his hands still tense on his legs, his eyes looking anywhere but you.
“What makes you nervous? What can I change to make you more comfortable?” You question, you hand reaching out to grab on of his own, prying it away from his track pants, lacing your fingers together gently. His head turns in the opposite direction, the redness rising up his neck and tickling the tips of his ears. “Chan?” You call softly, moving your other hand to softly grab his chin turning his head back towards you. “Answer the question.”
“I’m not experienced. I don’t know what people like, what I’m supposed to do. I don’t even know what I like.” He mumbles, his eyes locked with your as your fingers keep his head turned towards you. You nod your head slowly getting a grasp of his nerves before sitting back, removing your fingers from his chin, keeping your hands laced together on the cushion.
“Why don’t we go slow? We can use the traffic light system.” You suggest, a small smile on your face.
“Traffic light?”
“Yeah, it what a lot of new partners use to find what works and what doesn’t. Green for go ahead, Yellow for slow down and Red for stop. Its a easy system.” You explain, watching as Chan nods slowly. “You’re one hundred percent in charge, you say red we stop, okay?” Chan nods again, his breathing a little faster than you’d like.
“I assume you’ve watched porn.”
Another nod.
“Well, what position seemed to interest you the most. Did you like it when the girl was on top or the guy?” Chan looks away for a moment, needing to think about your question before answering.
“It’s always hot when the girls on top.” He says quietly, and you nod, releasing his hand and shuffling forwards on the cushion, giving him a moment to oppose before swinging one leg over his, settling in his lap.
“Colour?”
“Green.”
“Good. Have you kissed a girl before?” He nods quickly, his mouth parting slightly as he watches you grab each of his wrists placing his hands on your hips before letting go, trailing your hands softly up his arms, till the sit on his shoulders. “This is the part when you kiss me.” You whisper with a grin, Chan nodding leaning forwards capturing you lips, ever so softly. You can feel his shoulders relax a bit, your hands moving to cup his jaw as you deepen this kiss.
“How far have you gotten with kissing?” You ask, moving your lips away from his, pressing chaste kisses over his jaw, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your bodies closer together.
“About this far, I always got to nervous when it came to the taking clothes off part.” He admits, as you pull your lips away from his throat. You nod to him, giving him a chaste kiss before leaning back to pull your shirt off your torso.
“Colour?”
“Green.” He says quickly leaning forwards to capture your lips with his again, his kisses a little more feverish now, his hand travling up your side, caressing the bare skin. You fingers move slowly undoing the top two buttons on Chan’s flannel shirt, waiting for a moment before undoing another two. You continue until you undo the last button, opening the shirt to expose his skin.
“Yellow.” Chan whispers against your mouth and you nod closing his shirt again before pulling away.
“What making it yellow? Tell me how to help.”
“What if you don’t like the way I look? You’re used to Mingyu, he’s all tan skin and muscles, and I’m not.” Chan says quietly and you smile down at him. You move quickly, grabbing your white shirt off the cushion besides you, and unclip the claw from your hair.
“This is going to sound weird but I want to cover your eyes.” You explain, “Sometimes not being able to see makes people a feel a little less insecure, but it can also enhance it, so if you want to do it, you have to be checking in often. Just keep going through your colours.” You continue, Chan nods and you roll your shirt into a makeshift blindfold before wrapping it around his head and clipping it together at the back of his head.
“Colour, Chan?” You say, pausing all motion letting the boy get used to the sensation before answering.
“Green.” Once you hear the word, you move your hands to the centre of his shirt, pulling it open softly.
“Green.” He confirms, and you run your fingers up his bare torso stopping at his shoulder, pulling at the fabric till it falls down his arms, exposing himself to you.
“Do you think it’s helping?” You question, your hands gently pulling on Chan’s neck to move his body forwards so you can pull his shirt away completely. You see the boy nod, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he waits for your every move, his breathing heavier. “Do you wanna keep it on?” You question again, your hands running down the bare skin of his torso, his abdomen flexing under the touch of your fingers.
“What colour would you say if I take this off?” You ask when you don’t get a response, your hands moving to the clip at the back of his head.
“Yellow.” He mumbles and you pull your hands away from the clip moving them back to his shoulders.
“Okay, that’s fine.” You respond, letting out a huff as you think of what to do next to make him more comfortable. You smile, moving quickly getting off his lap, standing in front of him, reaching your hands towards him.
“Where’d you go?” He questions quickly, his body shooting forwards to follow you, until your hands grab onto his.
“I’m still here, Chan. We’re just going to change locations.” You say quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, before walking backwards, Chan’s hands gripping your tightly, as you guide him down the hallway and into yours and mingyu’s bedroom.
“Do you think you can take your pants off by yourself?” You question as you sit Chan on the bed, shuffling away from him slightly, rummaging through the draw next to your bed pulling out a few supplies, one of your hands still gripping his.
“My pants?” He questions.
“Yes, Chan. I have an idea but I’m going to really need you to trust me.” You whisper, guiding his hands to sit on the waistband of your sweat pants. “Things are going to be even, you take of your pants, I’ll take off mine.” You add, Chan nodding slowly as you let go of his hands, pushing down your own pants and underwear, kicking them away once they hit the floor. Standing in the room with only a bra on.
Chan nods again, seeming determined as he undoes the drawstring on his pants, pushing them over his hips, and down his legs, the lack of underwear a little surprising. “Such a good boy.” You coo, pushing some of the hair away from his forehead. “Now I need you to move back, lean against the headboard.” You explain, and Chan nods again, his body shuffling up the bed slowly, waiting till he feels the headboard bump his shoulders.
“I’m moving away for a few seconds but I’m still in the room, okay?” You say softly, watching as Chan nods, words not being his strong suit right now, as you walk to the other side of the room, unclasping your bra as you walk, flicking the light switch off, until the room is dark. You shuffle back over to the bedside table, grabbing the lighter and lighting the two scented candles that sit next to your bed, the room dimly lit with a warm orange.
“What colour to me getting on the bed with you, Chan?” You ask, sitting on the edge as you wait for his response.
“Green.”
“And what about me getting on top of you?”
“Green.” You nod, moving slowly touching his bare skin lightly so he knows where you are. You straddle his once again, your pelvises in line with each other as you lean forwards connecting your lips again, placing Chan’s hands lightly on your bare hips, pushing your bare chests together.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Green. So much green.” Chan chuckles as his hands massage your hips softly, his lips chasing after yours as you pull away from him.
“This is where I’m going to need trust, okay?” You ask and Chan nods, his head tilted up towards you as your hands grab the clip at the back of his head, you left hand unclasping it, you right hands holding the t-shirt in place. “Just keep looking up at me until you’re ready, don’t think about anything else.” You whisper, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, slowly pulling the t-shirt away from his eyes.
He blinks a few times, his head angled upwards as you press more kisses down his neck, a deep groan escaping him as you suck of the soft skin. “You can move your hands.” You mumble, smiling against his collarbones, as you feel his hands move away from your hips, stroking softly up your torso, his hands stopping just below your breasts.
“Have you ever touched them before?” You question pulling your mouth away from him, sitting up straight, his eyes following your instructions, locked on your face, unwavering. He shakes his head, his hands frozen on your ribs.
“Do you want to touch them?” You ask, smiling as he nods vigorously. Your hands reach for his, placed lightly on top as you move them upwards, until both of your breast sit comfortably in his hands.
“Holy Shit.” He curses as you chuckle, your eyes locked together, his hands giving your breasts a soft squeeze as he tests the waters.
“Do whatever you want, Chan.” You whisper, not too surprised as the boy leans forwards taking one nipple into his mouth giving it a strong suck. You throw your head back, pushing your chest closer towards Chan, his mouth moving to the next nipple, his thumb smoothing over the wet one. You smile as he presses soft kisses away from your breast, up your neck stopping just under your jaw.
“I want more. I feel like I’m about to explode.” Chan whispers against your skin, his hands sliding back down your body, pushing your hips down further onto his, dragging your hips against his, letting out a low groan.
“Do you want to be inside fo me, Chan?” You question, a teasing smile on your face as you pull his face away from your neck, turning it to look up at you.
He nods.
“I’m going to need you to say it.”
“I really want to be inside of you.” He responds quickly, and you nod.
“How do you want it? Do you want me to ride you?” You ask, you continue rocking your hips slowly, the wetness building between your thighs. Chan seems to take a moment, tossing each option in his head before he shakes it slowly.
“I want to be on top.” He says quickly, his smile sheepish, as you place a soft kiss on his lips, hooking your legs around his hips before turning the two of your around, you body falling against the pillows softly. Chan adjust himself on top of you quickly, his lips finding yours as your hands smooths down his body, reaching out for his erection.
“Colour?” You question against his mouth, stroking him a few times, smiling at the small groans that leave his mouth.
“Gre- fuck - Green.” He stutters out, his hips bucking into your hands. You smile, kissing him again, beginning to guide him to your entrance, stopping his movements as you feel his tip poke you gently.
“Whenever you’re ready, Chan. Just trust your gut.” You mumble, you hand letting go of him, to take purchase in his hair, keeping his eyes glued with yours as you feel him thrust slowly, taking in the sensation of being full.
“Holy Shit.” Chan curses quickly, his hips not moving once he bottoms out side you, his hands gripping the pillows beside your head.
“Take your time, there’s no rush.” You whisper, pushing the hair away from his forehead, waiting for him to find his sanity, before he starts pulling back out, thrusting back in faster. His movements speed up quickly, his hips working harder and faster as he chases the feeling building in his balls.
You chuckle as you clench around him, pulling a whimper from the boy as he tries to pull back out, to push back in harder.
“I’m so close.” He chokes out, his forehead leaning against your chest as his thrusts loose rhythm, his hips chasing the high.
“Come for me Chan.” You says, your hips wrapping around his hips, trying to keep his hips moving as you feel his motions stutter. It doesn’t take long for his hips to stop completely, a throaty groan falling out of him, as he falls against your chest, his body tired.
“You did so good, Chan.” You coo, your hands running up and down his bare back, as he takes in deep breaths. “Such a good boy.” You continue, the redness rising on his neck obvious to you, pulling your lips into a grin. You do your best to roll to boy off of you, pulling the blanket from the end of the bed up and over his bare body.
“Rest here. I’m just going to go have a shower, you can stay the night if you’d like.” You whisper, pressing a kiss against his hair, the boy nodding slowly, snuggling under the covers with a content smile.
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“Baby? Are you in here?” You head Mingyu’s voice call, from the bathroom door, and you hum in response rinsing the body wash off of you as you hear to door open and close.
“I saw Chan on the bed and thought either something went really wrong or really right.” He laughs, peeking his head around the shower curtain, giving you a small smile.
“It went well, the poor boy was no nervous I felt worried most of the time, I didn’t want to push him.” You sigh, motioning for him to join you in the shower. Mingyu wastes no time, in stripping himself of his athletic clothes, stepping into the shower in front of you.
“Hi.” You whisper.
“Hi.” He whispers back, his hands immediately finding their place on your hips, stepping towards you, the water hitting your back. Mingyu’s kisses always feel different, slower, more thoughtful as he takes his time, speaking through his touches.
“You still feel so pent up, are they not satisfying you?” He questions, his hand slipping from your hips to slip between your folds.
“They are.” You sigh out, your hands gripping mingyu’s shoulder as he slips his fingers inside of you, pumping slowly.
“Doesn’t feel like it.” He hisses his finger pumping faster, pushing you further backwards until your back touches the shower wall, the water spraying against his back, as he squishes you agains the cold tiles.
“Who has come before you did? Who isn’t giving my princess what she deserves?” He asks, and you take your lips between your lips, not wanting to humiliate the poor men.
“Baby? Tell me.” He demands, his finger pausing inside of you, the high beginning to fade away.
“Hoshi and Chan.” You whisper, letting out a whine as he starts moving his fingers again, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit. You reach your orgasm quickly, so pent up from your time with Chan. Mingyu kissing you roughly to cover your moans with his mouth. As your body relaxes against his, Mingyu pulls away pressing small pecks to your lips.
“Thank you for telling me.” He coos, grabbing the loofa and body wash from the shower caddy.
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✧ Warnings: spiked chocolate ⎜vibrators ⎜soft sex ⎜ wonwoo has a lot of love tbh ⎜slight thigh riding ⎜desperate reader ⎜ soft dom! wonwoo ⎜dick riding ⎜praise kink ⎜ sub/switch reader ⎜confession kinda? ⎜ crying ⎜ use of safe word ⎜
✧ Word Count: 3.4 k
✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.
✧ Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay with this chapter - it is essentially just porn with tiny amount of plot so... enjoy?
(UNEDITED)
“What the fuck was in that chocolate, Mingyu?” You hiss into your phone as you pace the bedroom, you let out another annoyed whine as a tingle runs up your spine, the feeling between your legs growing.
“Why would you eat them anyway? You knew they were spiked.” Mingyu groans into the phone, you can hear him shuffling around the hotel room, presumably unpacking his suitcase as he speaks to you.
“I didn’t think they’d be this strong.” You huff, taking a seat on the end of your bed, rubbing your thighs together to ease as much tension as possible. “Mingyu, it hurts.” You whine again, trying to avoid the urge to stick your hand in your pants.
“I know, but I’m in Tokyo for a photoshoot. What do you want me to do, fly back and fuck you?” He laughs into the phone, his laughter faltering as you let out a long moan as your hand cups your heat.
“That would be a good place to start.” You hiss, your thighs still rubbing together, your hand staying trapped between your leg. Mingyu whispers something under his breath at you, not loud enough for you to catch.
“Baby, are you at the dorms right now?” He asks, you can hear him pick up his phone, typing on it quickly as you hear it ding back at him with a response.
“Yes.” You whisper, you had slept over last night after your adventures with your boyfriend and a new playstation game. He had left early in the morning to catch his flight and you had hung around his room for most of the day, only saying hello to Seungkwan as he left to play volleyball with some friends, the lovely boy bringing you a glass of water as you continued to play the game. “No one is here, Gyu.” You remind him, “They all left for practice like two hours ago.” You add, flopping back onto the bed as you let out a frustrated groan.
“I’m going to die because of this stupid chocolate. Why did you buy this shit anyway?” You speak into the phone beside your head, a smile growing on your face as you head Mingyu’s warm chuckle.
“You’re not going to die help is on the way, my love.” Mingyu says, as you hear more ruffling on his end of the phone. “While you wait, your going to have to try and relieve some of the pressure, we don’t want you dying.” He teases into the phone.
“You think I haven’t tried, it’s been three hours Mingyu, my fingers aren’t doing anything.”
“No, but look in the third draw beside my bed, there should be something in there that can help.” He responds, your body flying off the bed as you dig into the drawer filled with socks. You recognise the feeling of the bullet vibrator before you can even see it, the cold metal digging into your palm. “Give it a go, baby.” His voice rumbles through your phone speaker.
You close the draw and slide back onto the bed, your back flush agains the mattress as you shuffle the sweatsuit pants down your legs, kicking them off to the side as you brace your feet against the mattress, your legs open, your cunt on full display to the bedroom door.
You don’t waste time in turning the vibrator to full power, pressing the cold metal against your clit the vibrations pulling a long moan out of you. “Shit.” You curse, your chest already heaving as you slide the small bullet up and down your soaking folds.
“Gyu?” You question into the room, getting a hum in response. “Can you talk to me? It’s weird doing this alone.” You mumble, your hips bucking as your press the vibrator flush against your slit.
“Talk about what?” He asks and you sigh out in relief as you feel the tension building in your abdomen.
“Anything, how was the flight? Who’s going to be my hero? Anything.” You answer, your thighs falling agains the mattress as your spare hand lifts your shirt, lightly trailing across your chest, trying to relieve the tight feeling in your breasts.
“They’re almost there, just a bit longer.” He says as his phone dings, Mingyu rambles on about his flight, the hotel he’s staying in, how much he wishes he could be with you now. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He groans into the phone, your own words had stopped long ago, the building in your abdomen fluctuating but never getting to the very edge.
“It’s not working, gyu.” You hiss, your body tensing as you hear the tell tale sign of the front door being unlocked.
“He should be there, he’s gonna take good care of you, I’ll call you later.” Mingyu whisper into the phone, he makes a large smooch sound and hangs up with an ‘I love you’.
“Petal?” A deep voice calls into the apartment, a whimper in response being the only thing letting him know where you are. “Mingyu told me it was an emergency, are you okay?” The voice questions as they walk down the hallway, you let out another whimper, their steps speeding up as they reach the bedroom door. “I’m coming in, okay?” The door swings open, the man out of breath as he takes in the sight of you on his best friends bed, your legs open wide, your cunt dripping onto the comforter.
“Wonwoo, please help.” You plead, your eyes squeezing shut as you slide the vibrator inside of you before running it back along your clit. Wonwoo stands in the door way for a second, not knowing how to react to the sight of you sprawled out on the mattress in front of him. Your eyes force themselves open as wonwoo whips out his phone from his back pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before pressing it to his ear.
“What the fuck is this?” He yells into the phones, his eyes locking with yours and not daring to lose the contact. You can hear Mingyu’s voice rumble through the speaker as Wonwoo pushes the hair out of his face. “You could’ve warned me.” Wonwoo mumbles.
“You wouldn’t have gone if I told you, she needs you to help her because I can’t.” You can only just hear Mingyu’s voice through the phone, your body wishing the large man was here with you now. “She trust you Wonwoo…” there’s a short pause before he adds, “I trust you. Take good care of her.” Wonwoo nods, speaking something else into the phone quickly before hanging up the call and taking in your condition.
“It was spiked chocolate.” You explain as your hand stops its movement with the vibrator. “Mingyu bought it for my birthday, it was supposed to be fun.” You continue clicking the vibrator off as you sit up on the mattress, your shirt falling back down to your hips. “This has not been fun at all.” You frown as you watch the frozen man in the doorway. He seems to be stuck in a weird state of wanting to do something and not knowing what to do.
“Wonwoo, I really need you to fuck me.” You coo, “I don’t care how, I just need to get rid of this stupid tingling.” You continue, standing up from the bed and opening up your arms to him.
Wonwoo doesn’t waste another second, rushing forwards and pulling your body against his, his lips catching yours in a tender kiss. Wonwoo holds you tight against him as you kiss, his arms wrapped around your body, your own arms slung over his shoulders, your hands holding the back of his neck. You let out a gasp as his thigh slips between your legs, pressing up against your naked core.
“Grind, petal.” He whispers against you mouth before delving back in, his tongue tickling the roof of your mouth before escaping back into his own, his lips finally leaving yours to press soft kisses down the side of your face. You roll your hips forwards on his legs the thick material of his jeans releasing a delectable sigh from you. You can feel Wonwoo smile against your skin as you let out another sigh, his thigh pressing harder against you.
Finally, is all you can think as you feel his thigh tense beneath you, his hands smoothing up and down your sides as he whispers soft praise against your skin. “So beautiful petal. You’re so pretty for me.”
“I need more, Wonwoo.” You plead, pulling his mouth away from the soft kisses he presses to your neck. You eye meet, his gaze wandering your face as he nods slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.
“How do you want me?” He asks, his hands tugging on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head, waiting for you to respond. Your mouth gapes a little as you take in the sight of shirtless Wonwoo, his crooked grin growing as he watches you, watching him.
“Petal, I need an answer.” He says softly, regaining your focus as you look away from his toned shoulder up to his face, your teeth catching your lip.
“I don’t know.” You whisper, Wonwoo’s brows raising in surprise.
“You don’t know?” He questions as he takes a step towards you. You nod.
“Why are you hesitating? You were begging me two seconds ago to fuck you.” He continues, the heat in your belly grows as he takes another step towards you, reaching his hands out, they only ghost over the burning flesh of your arms, just barely touching you.
“Did you want me to put my shirt back on? Would you be able to make a decision then?” He asks and you shake your head quickly, your eyes still locked with his, waiting for his next move. “Then answer me, petal.”
“I’m nervous.” You say, your voice too quiet, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. “Mingyu said you have specific tastes.” You add, Wonwoo watching as your stumble through your sentence. “What if I don’t like what you like?”
“Petal.” Wonwoo coos, pushing the hair out of your face with a light touch, smiling as he takes one more step forwards, his hands sitting comfortably on your jaw. “Whatever you want is what I want. Whatever you like, I like.” He says softly, watching in relief as your body releases some tension. “I’m here for you, to help you feel good”
You watch him hesitantly, your words stuck deep in your chest, your silence so thick it’s suffocating for him. “I just want you, Petal. Anyway you’ll let me.” You can see the way he regrets the words as soon as he says them.
You nod slowly his words sinking in as you close your eyes for a moment, you can almost feel the way Wonwoo tenses, how he thinks he’s ruined everything.
You take a deep breath before stepping away from him, your hands mimicking his as you reach for the bottom of your shirt, tugging it over your head and throwing it to the side. “I want to ride you.” You eventually mumble out, Wonwoo moving quickly to climb onto the bed, lying on his back, his shoulder propped up on the pillows as he beckons you towards him.
You climb onto the bed, crawling your way over to your boyfriends best friend, stopping once you sit besides him. “What are you waiting for?” He asks as you pause looking at his sweatpants. Your hands slowly reach forwards grabbing hold of his waistband, Wonwoo offering you a reassuring nod as you begin to pull them down his thighs, his cock springing out of his underwear as you tug them down to.
God he was long.
Slimmer than Mingyu but definitely longer.
“Petal, I’m gonna need you to move a bit quicker.” He says softly, his hands resting behind his head as he watches you. “I don’t like being teased.” He adds and you nod, swallowing harshly as you tug the pants off the rest of the way, before swinging your leg over his, hovering over his pelvis.
You pause for a minute before leaning over him, opening the small box that sits on the window sill, pulling out one of mingyu’s condoms. “Would you mind?” You question as you show Wonwoo the wrapper.
“Whatever makes you comfortable.” He says, his jaw clenching as you tear open the package, your hand lightly grabbing hold of his cock. He lets out a hiss, as you run your hand up and down him a few times before placing the condom at the tip and slowly rolling it down.
“What did I say about teasing?” Wonwoo grits out, a sheepish smile growing on your face as you apologise.
You don’t waste much more time lining yourself up with his erection, slowly easing yourself down. You go an inch at a time, letting the feeling of his cock scraping against you settle before sinking a bit further, relishing in the feeling of your thigh burning.
“God, Wonwoo you feel so good.” You whine as your pelvis finally sits against his, his cock nudging against your cervix, as you try to slow your heaving chest, your hands braced against his abdomen as your eyes squeeze shut.
“Show me how you make yourself orgasm, petal.” He coos. “Use me like the dildo in Mingyu’s closet.” He teases, your cheeks burning at the mention of one of Mingyu’s favourite toys. He loved watching you fuck yourself in the shower, the dildo stuck to the wall as you suck his cock into your mouth.
Wonwoo grin is evil as he feels you clench, his words obviously triggering a memory in you. His smile fades as he feels you roll your hips forwards, your hands bracing against him, the only thing holding you upright as you let out a long groan.
He continues to lounge back, watching you buck your hips against him, chasing the feeling he knows has been building for hours. As your hips move more intensely he can feel his cock slip out slightly before slamming back in, the feeling making him swallow hard as your breathing harshens.
“Wonwoo, I can’t.” You whine, your fingers digging into his sides, your nails sure to leave marks in his soft skin.
“What can’t you do?” He says softly.
“Cum. I can’t cum, it’s been too long.” You continue to complain, your hips faltering in their movements, his hands finally moving from behind his head to steady your hips, keeping your movements consistent.
“What do you want me to do about it?” His tone a bit harsher than normal brings out a small sob in your chest. The frustration bubbling to the surface as your hips stop, your hands moving from his body to cover your face.
Wonwoo doesn’t know what to do as your sobs grow. He can’t help panic as he sits up, his movements pulling a large whine from you. “Petal?” He questions, your sobs not stopping as you fold in on yourself, your body trying to hide from him. He calls your name softly, his hands reaching up to move yours away from your face, letting out a sigh as he takes in the tears sitting on your waterline.
“Peanut.” He says softly, your lip quivering as you look at him in surprise.
He used the safe word.
It's the only thing he can think to do. The only way he can check on you.
“What is going on, why are you crying?” He questions, tucking loose hair behind your ears before wiping away the stray tear that runs down your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” You say, wiping at your eyes as you look down at him. “No…It’s just too much.” Your voice is too quiet for Wonwoo, too shy.
“Well, what do you want me to do? How can I help?” He says waiting patiently as you shrug letting out another whimper as his cock jolts inside of you.
“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, his hand moving from your face down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin. “Do you want me to call Mingyu?”
You shake your head slowly, your hands sitting on his shoulders as you roll to the side, Wonwoo chases after you, rolling on top of you, his thighs sitting between your legs as he waits for you to say something.
“Please just make it better.” You say, leaning up to catch his lips, pulling his face down with yours as your body relaxes into the mattress. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing them forwards again, his thrusts starting slow as his mouth keeps your own busy, swallowing every whimper you let out.
“You have to relax, petal.” He whispers against your mouth, his hands smoothing up your side, soothing the tension in your body before sliding back down to your hips.
You close your eyes as Wonwoo takes his mouth of yours, your eyes squeezing shut as he presses gentle kisses against your skin, his head leaning against the dip in your shoulder.
“You’re are doing so well, petal.” He praises.
“Such a beautiful flower for me.” He continues.
“I want you to cum for me.” He says, groaning out your name as he feels you clench around him, your thighs tensing as his hands lift them away from his hips, holding them around his waist as his thrust become stronger. His teeth graze against the skin of your neck as he sucks purple bruises on the surface.
“I can’t.” You whisper, your hands gripping the sheets as your head pushes back into the pillows.
“You can.” Wonwoo mumbles moving his mouth back up to the bottom of your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss before catching your lips again. You feel one of his hands leave your leg, feeling around the bed for something, a smile on his lips as the cold metal presses to your clit.
You let out a squeal as the vibrations start, running up your body as the feeling of relief washes over you. You can’t hear anything through the ringing in your ears, as Wonwoo slows his thrusts, but you can feel the praise he is whispering into your mouth, his left hand rubbing against your thigh as your body melts.
“You did so good.” The ringing finally fades, Wonwoo’s deep voice keeping you centred as he stops his movements completely, the whirring of the vibrator stopping your eyes still squeezed closed. “When you’re ready, petal, open your eyes for me.” He says softly.
Wonwoo doesn’t move while he waits, his cock still hard inside of you, his patience keeping the two of you grounded against the bed.
“You didn’t finish.” You grumble, your eyes slowly opening to the room, Wonwoo’s eyes locking with yours as he presses a soft kiss to your mouth.
Wonwoo had never seen anything as cute at the disappointed pout of your face.
“I don’t need to.” He says. “Watching you finally relax is more than enough reward.”
“But that’s not fair for you.” You can’t help but complain, sex was always give and take with you. You wanted to give as much as you take.
“Doesn’t matter. You are the only thing that’s important in the room.” Wonwoo’s words are soft as he slowly sit up on his knees, his cock sliding out of you slowly. You watch as Wonwoo pulls the condom off, covered in you juices.
“Did you want something to eat?” Wonwoo asks, “Maybe some chocolate?” He teases as you shake your head, letting out a choked laugh as you sit up on the bed. Wonwoo watches you move with concern, his hand ready to grab hold of you if you fall.
“How’re you feeling now?” He asks and you shrug, a light smile on your face.
“Better.” You say.
“Tired.” You add.
“You better have a shower, I’ll fix up the bed.” He stand from the bed, pulling his pants up, tucking his stiff erection into his underwear. You slide off the bed, stopping in front of him as you grab the towel off Mingyu’s desk chair.
“Thank you.” Your words are soft as you pat a hand against his abdomen, Wonwoo nodding as you walk out of the room.
✧ Warnings: spiked chocolate ⎜vibrators ⎜soft sex ⎜ wonwoo has a lot of love tbh ⎜slight thigh riding ⎜desperate reader ⎜ soft dom! wonwoo ⎜dick riding ⎜praise kink ⎜ sub/switch reader ⎜confession kinda? ⎜ crying ⎜ use of safe word ⎜
✧ Word Count: 3.4 k
✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.
✧ Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay with this chapter - it is essentially just porn with tiny amount of plot so... enjoy?
(UNEDITED)
“What the fuck was in that chocolate, Mingyu?” You hiss into your phone as you pace the bedroom, you let out another annoyed whine as a tingle runs up your spine, the feeling between your legs growing.
“Why would you eat them anyway? You knew they were spiked.” Mingyu groans into the phone, you can hear him shuffling around the hotel room, presumably unpacking his suitcase as he speaks to you.
“I didn’t think they’d be this strong.” You huff, taking a seat on the end of your bed, rubbing your thighs together to ease as much tension as possible. “Mingyu, it hurts.” You whine again, trying to avoid the urge to stick your hand in your pants.
“I know, but I’m in Tokyo for a photoshoot. What do you want me to do, fly back and fuck you?” He laughs into the phone, his laughter faltering as you let out a long moan as your hand cups your heat.
“That would be a good place to start.” You hiss, your thighs still rubbing together, your hand staying trapped between your leg. Mingyu whispers something under his breath at you, not loud enough for you to catch.
“Baby, are you at the dorms right now?” He asks, you can hear him pick up his phone, typing on it quickly as you hear it ding back at him with a response.
“Yes.” You whisper, you had slept over last night after your adventures with your boyfriend and a new playstation game. He had left early in the morning to catch his flight and you had hung around his room for most of the day, only saying hello to Seungkwan as he left to play volleyball with some friends, the lovely boy bringing you a glass of water as you continued to play the game. “No one is here, Gyu.” You remind him, “They all left for practice like two hours ago.” You add, flopping back onto the bed as you let out a frustrated groan.
“I’m going to die because of this stupid chocolate. Why did you buy this shit anyway?” You speak into the phone beside your head, a smile growing on your face as you head Mingyu’s warm chuckle.
“You’re not going to die help is on the way, my love.” Mingyu says, as you hear more ruffling on his end of the phone. “While you wait, your going to have to try and relieve some of the pressure, we don’t want you dying.” He teases into the phone.
“You think I haven’t tried, it’s been three hours Mingyu, my fingers aren’t doing anything.”
“No, but look in the third draw beside my bed, there should be something in there that can help.” He responds, your body flying off the bed as you dig into the drawer filled with socks. You recognise the feeling of the bullet vibrator before you can even see it, the cold metal digging into your palm. “Give it a go, baby.” His voice rumbles through your phone speaker.
You close the draw and slide back onto the bed, your back flush agains the mattress as you shuffle the sweatsuit pants down your legs, kicking them off to the side as you brace your feet against the mattress, your legs open, your cunt on full display to the bedroom door.
You don’t waste time in turning the vibrator to full power, pressing the cold metal against your clit the vibrations pulling a long moan out of you. “Shit.” You curse, your chest already heaving as you slide the small bullet up and down your soaking folds.
“Gyu?” You question into the room, getting a hum in response. “Can you talk to me? It’s weird doing this alone.” You mumble, your hips bucking as your press the vibrator flush against your slit.
“Talk about what?” He asks and you sigh out in relief as you feel the tension building in your abdomen.
“Anything, how was the flight? Who’s going to be my hero? Anything.” You answer, your thighs falling agains the mattress as your spare hand lifts your shirt, lightly trailing across your chest, trying to relieve the tight feeling in your breasts.
“They’re almost there, just a bit longer.” He says as his phone dings, Mingyu rambles on about his flight, the hotel he’s staying in, how much he wishes he could be with you now. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He groans into the phone, your own words had stopped long ago, the building in your abdomen fluctuating but never getting to the very edge.
“It’s not working, gyu.” You hiss, your body tensing as you hear the tell tale sign of the front door being unlocked.
“He should be there, he’s gonna take good care of you, I’ll call you later.” Mingyu whisper into the phone, he makes a large smooch sound and hangs up with an ‘I love you’.
“Petal?” A deep voice calls into the apartment, a whimper in response being the only thing letting him know where you are. “Mingyu told me it was an emergency, are you okay?” The voice questions as they walk down the hallway, you let out another whimper, their steps speeding up as they reach the bedroom door. “I’m coming in, okay?” The door swings open, the man out of breath as he takes in the sight of you on his best friends bed, your legs open wide, your cunt dripping onto the comforter.
“Wonwoo, please help.” You plead, your eyes squeezing shut as you slide the vibrator inside of you before running it back along your clit. Wonwoo stands in the door way for a second, not knowing how to react to the sight of you sprawled out on the mattress in front of him. Your eyes force themselves open as wonwoo whips out his phone from his back pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before pressing it to his ear.
“What the fuck is this?” He yells into the phones, his eyes locking with yours and not daring to lose the contact. You can hear Mingyu’s voice rumble through the speaker as Wonwoo pushes the hair out of his face. “You could’ve warned me.” Wonwoo mumbles.
“You wouldn’t have gone if I told you, she needs you to help her because I can’t.” You can only just hear Mingyu’s voice through the phone, your body wishing the large man was here with you now. “She trust you Wonwoo…” there’s a short pause before he adds, “I trust you. Take good care of her.” Wonwoo nods, speaking something else into the phone quickly before hanging up the call and taking in your condition.
“It was spiked chocolate.” You explain as your hand stops its movement with the vibrator. “Mingyu bought it for my birthday, it was supposed to be fun.” You continue clicking the vibrator off as you sit up on the mattress, your shirt falling back down to your hips. “This has not been fun at all.” You frown as you watch the frozen man in the doorway. He seems to be stuck in a weird state of wanting to do something and not knowing what to do.
“Wonwoo, I really need you to fuck me.” You coo, “I don’t care how, I just need to get rid of this stupid tingling.” You continue, standing up from the bed and opening up your arms to him.
Wonwoo doesn’t waste another second, rushing forwards and pulling your body against his, his lips catching yours in a tender kiss. Wonwoo holds you tight against him as you kiss, his arms wrapped around your body, your own arms slung over his shoulders, your hands holding the back of his neck. You let out a gasp as his thigh slips between your legs, pressing up against your naked core.
“Grind, petal.” He whispers against you mouth before delving back in, his tongue tickling the roof of your mouth before escaping back into his own, his lips finally leaving yours to press soft kisses down the side of your face. You roll your hips forwards on his legs the thick material of his jeans releasing a delectable sigh from you. You can feel Wonwoo smile against your skin as you let out another sigh, his thigh pressing harder against you.
Finally, is all you can think as you feel his thigh tense beneath you, his hands smoothing up and down your sides as he whispers soft praise against your skin. “So beautiful petal. You’re so pretty for me.”
“I need more, Wonwoo.” You plead, pulling his mouth away from the soft kisses he presses to your neck. You eye meet, his gaze wandering your face as he nods slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.
“How do you want me?” He asks, his hands tugging on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head, waiting for you to respond. Your mouth gapes a little as you take in the sight of shirtless Wonwoo, his crooked grin growing as he watches you, watching him.
“Petal, I need an answer.” He says softly, regaining your focus as you look away from his toned shoulder up to his face, your teeth catching your lip.
“I don’t know.” You whisper, Wonwoo’s brows raising in surprise.
“You don’t know?” He questions as he takes a step towards you. You nod.
“Why are you hesitating? You were begging me two seconds ago to fuck you.” He continues, the heat in your belly grows as he takes another step towards you, reaching his hands out, they only ghost over the burning flesh of your arms, just barely touching you.
“Did you want me to put my shirt back on? Would you be able to make a decision then?” He asks and you shake your head quickly, your eyes still locked with his, waiting for his next move. “Then answer me, petal.”
“I’m nervous.” You say, your voice too quiet, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. “Mingyu said you have specific tastes.” You add, Wonwoo watching as your stumble through your sentence. “What if I don’t like what you like?”
“Petal.” Wonwoo coos, pushing the hair out of your face with a light touch, smiling as he takes one more step forwards, his hands sitting comfortably on your jaw. “Whatever you want is what I want. Whatever you like, I like.” He says softly, watching in relief as your body releases some tension. “I’m here for you, to help you feel good”
You watch him hesitantly, your words stuck deep in your chest, your silence so thick it’s suffocating for him. “I just want you, Petal. Anyway you’ll let me.” You can see the way he regrets the words as soon as he says them.
You nod slowly his words sinking in as you close your eyes for a moment, you can almost feel the way Wonwoo tenses, how he thinks he’s ruined everything.
You take a deep breath before stepping away from him, your hands mimicking his as you reach for the bottom of your shirt, tugging it over your head and throwing it to the side. “I want to ride you.” You eventually mumble out, Wonwoo moving quickly to climb onto the bed, lying on his back, his shoulder propped up on the pillows as he beckons you towards him.
You climb onto the bed, crawling your way over to your boyfriends best friend, stopping once you sit besides him. “What are you waiting for?” He asks as you pause looking at his sweatpants. Your hands slowly reach forwards grabbing hold of his waistband, Wonwoo offering you a reassuring nod as you begin to pull them down his thighs, his cock springing out of his underwear as you tug them down to.
God he was long.
Slimmer than Mingyu but definitely longer.
“Petal, I’m gonna need you to move a bit quicker.” He says softly, his hands resting behind his head as he watches you. “I don’t like being teased.” He adds and you nod, swallowing harshly as you tug the pants off the rest of the way, before swinging your leg over his, hovering over his pelvis.
You pause for a minute before leaning over him, opening the small box that sits on the window sill, pulling out one of mingyu’s condoms. “Would you mind?” You question as you show Wonwoo the wrapper.
“Whatever makes you comfortable.” He says, his jaw clenching as you tear open the package, your hand lightly grabbing hold of his cock. He lets out a hiss, as you run your hand up and down him a few times before placing the condom at the tip and slowly rolling it down.
“What did I say about teasing?” Wonwoo grits out, a sheepish smile growing on your face as you apologise.
You don’t waste much more time lining yourself up with his erection, slowly easing yourself down. You go an inch at a time, letting the feeling of his cock scraping against you settle before sinking a bit further, relishing in the feeling of your thigh burning.
“God, Wonwoo you feel so good.” You whine as your pelvis finally sits against his, his cock nudging against your cervix, as you try to slow your heaving chest, your hands braced against his abdomen as your eyes squeeze shut.
“Show me how you make yourself orgasm, petal.” He coos. “Use me like the dildo in Mingyu’s closet.” He teases, your cheeks burning at the mention of one of Mingyu’s favourite toys. He loved watching you fuck yourself in the shower, the dildo stuck to the wall as you suck his cock into your mouth.
Wonwoo grin is evil as he feels you clench, his words obviously triggering a memory in you. His smile fades as he feels you roll your hips forwards, your hands bracing against him, the only thing holding you upright as you let out a long groan.
He continues to lounge back, watching you buck your hips against him, chasing the feeling he knows has been building for hours. As your hips move more intensely he can feel his cock slip out slightly before slamming back in, the feeling making him swallow hard as your breathing harshens.
“Wonwoo, I can’t.” You whine, your fingers digging into his sides, your nails sure to leave marks in his soft skin.
“What can’t you do?” He says softly.
“Cum. I can’t cum, it’s been too long.” You continue to complain, your hips faltering in their movements, his hands finally moving from behind his head to steady your hips, keeping your movements consistent.
“What do you want me to do about it?” His tone a bit harsher than normal brings out a small sob in your chest. The frustration bubbling to the surface as your hips stop, your hands moving from his body to cover your face.
Wonwoo doesn’t know what to do as your sobs grow. He can’t help panic as he sits up, his movements pulling a large whine from you. “Petal?” He questions, your sobs not stopping as you fold in on yourself, your body trying to hide from him. He calls your name softly, his hands reaching up to move yours away from your face, letting out a sigh as he takes in the tears sitting on your waterline.
“Peanut.” He says softly, your lip quivering as you look at him in surprise.
He used the safe word.
It's the only thing he can think to do. The only way he can check on you.
“What is going on, why are you crying?” He questions, tucking loose hair behind your ears before wiping away the stray tear that runs down your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” You say, wiping at your eyes as you look down at him. “No…It’s just too much.” Your voice is too quiet for Wonwoo, too shy.
“Well, what do you want me to do? How can I help?” He says waiting patiently as you shrug letting out another whimper as his cock jolts inside of you.
“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, his hand moving from your face down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin. “Do you want me to call Mingyu?”
You shake your head slowly, your hands sitting on his shoulders as you roll to the side, Wonwoo chases after you, rolling on top of you, his thighs sitting between your legs as he waits for you to say something.
“Please just make it better.” You say, leaning up to catch his lips, pulling his face down with yours as your body relaxes into the mattress. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing them forwards again, his thrusts starting slow as his mouth keeps your own busy, swallowing every whimper you let out.
“You have to relax, petal.” He whispers against your mouth, his hands smoothing up your side, soothing the tension in your body before sliding back down to your hips.
You close your eyes as Wonwoo takes his mouth of yours, your eyes squeezing shut as he presses gentle kisses against your skin, his head leaning against the dip in your shoulder.
“You’re are doing so well, petal.” He praises.
“Such a beautiful flower for me.” He continues.
“I want you to cum for me.” He says, groaning out your name as he feels you clench around him, your thighs tensing as his hands lift them away from his hips, holding them around his waist as his thrust become stronger. His teeth graze against the skin of your neck as he sucks purple bruises on the surface.
“I can’t.” You whisper, your hands gripping the sheets as your head pushes back into the pillows.
“You can.” Wonwoo mumbles moving his mouth back up to the bottom of your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss before catching your lips again. You feel one of his hands leave your leg, feeling around the bed for something, a smile on his lips as the cold metal presses to your clit.
You let out a squeal as the vibrations start, running up your body as the feeling of relief washes over you. You can’t hear anything through the ringing in your ears, as Wonwoo slows his thrusts, but you can feel the praise he is whispering into your mouth, his left hand rubbing against your thigh as your body melts.
“You did so good.” The ringing finally fades, Wonwoo’s deep voice keeping you centred as he stops his movements completely, the whirring of the vibrator stopping your eyes still squeezed closed. “When you’re ready, petal, open your eyes for me.” He says softly.
Wonwoo doesn’t move while he waits, his cock still hard inside of you, his patience keeping the two of you grounded against the bed.
“You didn’t finish.” You grumble, your eyes slowly opening to the room, Wonwoo’s eyes locking with yours as he presses a soft kiss to your mouth.
Wonwoo had never seen anything as cute at the disappointed pout of your face.
“I don’t need to.” He says. “Watching you finally relax is more than enough reward.”
“But that’s not fair for you.” You can’t help but complain, sex was always give and take with you. You wanted to give as much as you take.
“Doesn’t matter. You are the only thing that’s important in the room.” Wonwoo’s words are soft as he slowly sit up on his knees, his cock sliding out of you slowly. You watch as Wonwoo pulls the condom off, covered in you juices.
“Did you want something to eat?” Wonwoo asks, “Maybe some chocolate?” He teases as you shake your head, letting out a choked laugh as you sit up on the bed. Wonwoo watches you move with concern, his hand ready to grab hold of you if you fall.
“How’re you feeling now?” He asks and you shrug, a light smile on your face.
“Better.” You say.
“Tired.” You add.
“You better have a shower, I’ll fix up the bed.” He stand from the bed, pulling his pants up, tucking his stiff erection into his underwear. You slide off the bed, stopping in front of him as you grab the towel off Mingyu’s desk chair.
“Thank you.” Your words are soft as you pat a hand against his abdomen, Wonwoo nodding as you walk out of the room.
crown prince!seokmin's forbidden love with royal servant!reader. he would always ask you to go to his royal chambre to help him with something but he really just wants to be with you all the time. sadly he's getting married to the princess from the nearby kingdom. so he ask you to be with him for the last time that night, making love to him until the sunrise.
-tulip🌷
tragic romance w a side of smut? YES PLS 😩
bc just imagine prince!seokmin pouring all his love into you when you come up to his room. being thrilled yet devastated that he’s finally able to have you in the way he’s always wanted. treating you so sweetly and so lovingly while you two make love. him being devasted when ur gone, not only from his bed but also from the palace 🥲
Can SEVENTEEN make an extravagant sg this year PLEASE, last year was good but Im growing tired of white backgrounds and basic outfits idk put them in cosplays for f sake add a little spice!!!
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imagine seokmin with safe skin markers spread out all around him as he holds your leg gently in his lap. he’s hunched over, his tongue sticking out and his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on coloring the tattoo on your leg. he’s been mumbling and giggling to himself for the past twenty minutes as he tosses and picks up marker after marker trying to make the art in your skin even more perfect.
it’s adorable really as he tries so hard to hide his progress from you, shooing and giggling when you try to peak over his arms and broad shoulders. every five minutes he mumbling “i’m almost done.” as he picks up a new marker (he is in fact not almost done but you can’t be mad at him for lying because he just looks so cute while he concentrates).
when he’s finally done he has a bright smile on his face, his eyes sparkling as he continues to hide your leg.
“are you ready?” he asks excitedly. and when you smile with just as much enthusiasm and excitement he’s pulling away to show you his finished product. all the colors blended smoothly and he even added his own little drawings around your tattoo, he always said he thought your tattoo looked lonely down there and need some buddies (and the urge to go and get them tattooed right then and there was huge). “do you like it?” he grew worried at your silence.
“i love it!” you finally snap back to reality and smile brightly at him. he seemed to relax as he began to subconsciously rub at your leg, his smile growing wider (if that was even possible).
“i’m glad!” he laughs quietly. “i tried to make it as beautiful as you are.” his face was all red as he leaned down to kiss your leg gently while looking up at you through his eyelashes, giggling when he noticed your own blush as you whine about him saying shit like that (it always flustered you and turned you into a puddle, though i’m sure that’s what he was going for every time).
@onlyseokmins look at the damage you caused me (pls ily)
I hope you're having a good day! I'm currently thinking about going on a blind date with Wonwoo (set up by Mingyu because he's so nosy about his friend's love life). Maybe you had low expectations or something but it's fucking Jeon Wonwoo so you were smitten as soon as you met him and the night ended up with you two making out in his car because there was just so much chemistry - 🌗
“don’t, don’t tell mingyu about this,” you pant, eyes still closed as you pull away from wonwoo. you can still taste his chapstick on your lips, still feel the tingling sensation from the peppermint. you want to go back for more but you need to establish this one little thing first.
“about which part? you inviting me back to your place, or you dragging me into the backseat of my car because you were so horny you couldn’t even wait to get inside?”
you glare at the man you’ve only just met… roughly four (?) hours ago, unimpressed. his smirk is unwavering, which is annoying but. hot. you’re practically in the man’s lap, you can feel just how turned on he is at the present moment, so he has no room to talk and yet he still does. 
“first of all, there was no dragging. you’re the one who suggested we move to the backseat of your car-”
“that’s because you were already all over me in the front seat and it’s more comfortable back here,” he points out.
“second of all,” you continue without acknowledging his interruption, “all of it, any of it. mingyu can’t know.”
wonwoo frowns, and it’s only then that you realize how what you said might be taken poorly.
“i just don’t want him to know he was right!” you explain quickly. “if he knows how well the date went he’ll never shut up about it and he’ll never let us live it down.”
wonwoo nods in agreement. you can tell that he’s thinking hard about… something from the way he chews on his bottom lip. you wait for him to enlighten you with just what exactly he’s pondering when he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and meets your eyes again.
“you’re right,” he says, “but what if we took it one step further?”
“what do you mean?”
“what if we pretend it went horribly? what if we pretend it was so bad that we hate each other and never want to see each other again?”
his suggestion makes you pause.
“it would be just pretend, though, right? you’re not actually trying to get out of going on another date by coming up with this elaborate scheme just so you don’t have to say it to my face?”
“baby, no, it’s just pretend. i promise,” he assures you. “can’t you feel how hard i am right now?” he guides your hand down to the bulge in his jeans to prove his point, groaning when you squeeze it.
“well yeah, but sexual attraction isn’t the same as romantic attraction. you could be thinking with your dick for all i know.”
“i am thinking with my dick. and my brain.”
“wow, a multitasker.”
it’s wonwoo’s turn to glare, eyes narrowing behind the frames of his specs. it’s cute.
“do you like my idea or not?”
“i like it! but don’t you think it’s a little mean?”
“it is mean,” wonwoo says with a nod. “it’s also funny.”
“i mean… yeah, but how would we even see each other if he thinks we hate each other? he’s literally your roommate.”
“we sneak around.”
“like high schoolers?”
“like adults who are tricking their best friend so they don’t have to admit he’s right.” wonwoo must know you’re considering it because he continues. “come on, doesn’t it sound a little exhilarating? going on dates in secret, hooking up in my room in the middle of the night, both trying to keep quiet so he doesn’t hear us? sleepovers at your place where we can be as loud as we want but having to make some shit up about where i was all night?”
“it can’t go on forever,” you stipulate. wonwoo grins, taking your response as you saying you’re in. you are in, you just don’t want to torment your poor friend forever.
“of course not. we’re not that cruel.”
he intertwines his hand with yours, the one that was on his dick, and squeezes it. your stomach fills with butterflies and you find yourself smiling like an idiot back at him.
“i think we might make a pretty good pair,” he muses confidently.
fuck, you’re giddy and you haven’t even fucked him yet.
“only time will tell. do you want to come inside now?”
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