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International Cat(?) Day!

ot6 bnd x reader [smut, separate classifications for each]

a/n: hiya anon!!! of course🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

sungho🎀 [sungho’s leading the sassy man apocalypse, kind of no smut actually, very short p in v, and an appearance of hard!dom sungho at the end, fem!reader]

“fuck… leehan,” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut as sungho thrust slowly, deeply inside you. his cock was making you feel so full, filling you right up to the hilt.

you peaked one of your eyes open, sungho was looking at you, unamused.

“what?” you asked, opening your eyes fully. sungho’s hips had stilled inside you as he gave you a judgemental look.

“what was that?”

you shrugged, feigning ignorance before whining, clawing at your boyfriend’s back, “please just move, baby, i need your cock so bad.”

sungho scoffed, “no, i’m done.”

“sungho!” you exclaimed, laughing, “come on, it was a joke!”

your boyfriend gave you a judging look, sitting up, as you laughed, sitting up as well.

“i’m sorry,” you cooed, leaning over and hugging his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder.

sungho scoffed, “now you’re all over me.”

“i was all over you before!”

“yeah with some other bitches’ name in your mouth,” he scoffed.

“some other bitches,” you laughed, “or, your best friend.”

“shut up,” sungho rolled his eyes, “he’s dead to me now too.”

“wait!” you laughed, watching your boyfriend as he got up and started redressing, “he had no part in this! the boys were just talking about how you’d react and it made me laugh, i wanted to try it out!”

“this is jaehyun’s idea, right?” sungho tutted, “i can’t believe you’d buy into this, y/n.”

“sungho, i’m sorry,” you cooed, following your boyfriend up out of bed. you purposefully stayed undressed, beginning to kiss his neck and chest.

sungho scoffed, looking to the ceiling, “you didn’t even do a good job.”

“i know,” you cooed, taking his hands and placing them on your waist. he trailed them down to your ass, his mouth moving to beside your ear.

“cause i know you’d never moan anyone else’s name while i’m inside you,” he murmured, “i know that no one, especially not leehan, could make you feel as good as me.”

you swallowed, shaking your head.

“now, we’re gonna start again,” he said, voice low as he lead you back to the bed, laying you down, “and you’re gonna moan my name so loud it’ll reach the lower dorms and leehan will hear you.”

“it-it’s not his fa—”

sungho smacked your ass, silencing you, “i don’t care. start saying my name, y/n. i’m not joking around.”

riwoo🍡🦦 [switch!riwoo, switch!fem!reader, unprotected sex, cumming inside]

“fuck, sanghyuk,” you panted, your boyfriend thrusting into you from behind.

you’d begged and begged him to take the lead again, as he hadn’t done so in a while. you’d tried to riled him up while he was gaming, while he was around the boys, while he was trying to sleep, choreograph, eat… and nothing; he just smiled sweetly at you. of course you love nothing more than overpowering his slight frame, but you just wanted to be fucked.

he’d finally agreed this evening, after the two of you were in bed for the night, light caresses up your leg and sweet whispers in your ear. but his heart wasn’t where you wanted it. you wanted him to fuck you, to absolutely ruin you. it was rare with riwoo, but it did happen.

riwoo’s paced slowed, his hips rolling rather than snapping. you squeezed your face up in frustration, as he couldn’t see you. it was then you thought back to earlier, at practise, when you were caught by the mouthiest members of the band (jaehyun and woonhak), giving particularly long glances at sungho’s glistening, toned arms in his tanktop. riwoo had said it was okay, he understood, but there was a hardening underneath his gaze, and a tightening of his jaw.

you reached down, underneath your body, beginning to circulate your clit. you moaned loudly, hearing your boyfriend chuckle behind you as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your back.

“does that feel good?” he hummed.

“fuck,” you muttered, “yes. yes! sungho! it feels so good!”

riwoo’s movements completely stopped. fuck. maybe you should back out of this, you didn’t want to hurt him.

“w-wait— sanghyuk, i—”

“you fucking slut,” riwoo spat, turning your body over so you were laying on your back underneath him. he grabbed your legs, shoving them so your knees were knocking your chest, before entering you again, beginning to thrust at a brutal pace. “i knew you were staring at him. staring’s one thing, but he’s still on your mind, huh? this cock not enough for you, you’re thinking about someone else’s, huh?”

“n-no, sanghyuk-ah!” you panted, moaning lowly, “i-it was a m-mistake!”

“yeah, sure,” he spat, spreading your legs wider and moving so he was basically above you, bouncing his body and yours, as well as the bed, with every slam of his hips into yours. “jesus, that made me so mad, babe, you know that? you’re mine, y/n. mine. say it.”

“i’m yours!”

“mine,” he grunted, moans pouring out your mouth, your thoughts growing hazy as his hand moved to massage your clit. “say my name.”

“i’m yours, sanghyuk!” you cried.

“good girl,” he panted.

“i-i’m c-cumming, i’m– cum— sanghyuk!”

“cum, my sweet,” he said, as a rush of wetness escaped you, your orgasm washing over you. his hips sped up, if at all possible, as he chased his high now you’d reached yours. you practically screamed, being thrown into overstimulation, his fingers not letting up on your clit. “wait for me.”

“i-i— sanghyuk. y-you– fuck—”

riwoo laughed, “that’s it, sweet. don’t think of anything but me. ugh– y/n— i’m cumming– where—”

“in me– please— don’t pull out,” you moaned, riwoo producing a sob at your words.

“fuck you’re so hot,” he moaned, giving two last final thrusts as his hot cum spilled into your hole.

he collapsed beside you, panting against the pillow, his arm covering his eyes. you took a deep breath to regain sense, cuddling up to your boyfriend’s side.

“i really didn’t mean it, sanghyuk,” you whispered.

“i know you didn’t, sweet, it’s okay,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you.

“no, really,” you pressed, “i- i only did it to make you mad.”

sanghyuk looked down at you, before laughing, “oh my god, y/n, are you kidding me?! fuck you.”

“okay, but did it or did it not work?”

“shut up.”

jaehyun🪻🐕 [absolute freak!dom!jaehyun, p in v, spanking]

“fuck, didn’t you think riwoo was so hot on stage today?” jaehyun cooed, his thrusts not slowing down even a second, his eyes glinting with mischief as he stared deep into your own, “bet you wish he was fucking into you right now. what do you think his cock looks like? i know, of course.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed at your boyfriend’s filthy mouth.

“jaehyun,” you whined, the sound blending in with your moans, “st–stop it!”

jaehyun cackled, looking down at your face, screwed up in pleasure and confusion.

“fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” he grunted, his lips connecting with your neck as he sucked some marks. “don’t you wish he was here? it’s okay if you do, i wouldn’t mind invited one of them in to play with us.”

“fuck! jaehyun, stop!” you grunted. jaehyun only laughed in response.

he stopped his hips, pulling out and flipping your body over to you were on your stomach before entering again at a harsh pace.

“why? you uncomfortable, baby girl? i thought you would’ve loved having two cocks,” he cooed, “since you’re already such a slut for mine. and trust the boys know about that, sanghyuk most of all. he’s curious, you know.”

jaehyun leaned down and started rubbing your clit harshly, taking you by surprise.

“fuck! sanghyuk!” you moaned, before gasping, “wait– jae— i–”

“see? i knew you were thinking about him,” jaehyun grunted, his hips going even faster, even deeper if that was possible. he leaned over your body, his mouth next to your ear as he whispered, “say it again.”

“wha- no! i—”

“say it again!” he commanded, delivering a slap to your ass.

“sanghyuk!” you moaned, in place of your boyfriend’s name.

“that’s it,” jaehyun cooed, a wicked smirk plastered on his face, “let him hear it, baby. let him make his own way here.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛ [hard dom!taesan, sub!fem!reader, perv!woonhak, good times]

“fuck dongmin,” you gasped, eyes closed, hands gripping onto your boyfriend’s shoulder’s as he rammed into you.

you were laid precariously on the sofa, taesan’s body hovering over yours. his thrusts were fast and relentless, pent up from the stress of working late in the studio. the text you’d received had you thinking there was some kind of medical emergency, not this.

“fuck, needed this cunt so bad,” he hissed, smacking your clit before beginning to rub the bud so hard it had you seeing stars. “look at me.”

you looked up at the figure above you, though it was hard to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull. taesan’s free hand gripped your face harshly, pushing it to the side. you moaned, gripping onto his wrist. you eyes snapped open again, though, as you heard the door open, locking eyes with the one person you’d never imagine.

just as you tried to warn your boyfriend, he pulled out, replacing his cock with his mouth and fingers, sucking on your bud in the usually harsh manor that taesan conducted himself in.

you squeezed your face shut, moaning, your mind foggy and distracted. “woonhak!” your eyes snapped back open, looking down at your boyfriend, scared, “oh, fuck! no– no taesan! i meant taesan! dongmin!”

you boyfriend had stopped as soon as you had moaned someone else’s name, his body hovering over yours, pulling your head to face him.

“what the fuck was that?” he spat, “woonhak?”

“he– he— i didn’t—” you stuttered, eyes filling with tears, “he’s there!” you suddenly exclaimed, finger pointing to the door.

though the door had since been pulled to, taesan ripped it open, not caring who saw his naked frame. woonhak’s eyes widened, looking scared as he saw his hyung’s angry expression.

“i-i– i— i—” woonhak stammered.

“you…?” taesan asked, waiting for woonhak’s next work as he grabbed his lost t-shirt to cover himself, “you pervert. get in here.”

“wh-what?”

“i said you pervert! get in here!”

leehan🪸🐠 [mean dom!leehan, p in v, spanking, fem!reader]

leehan was stood behind you, at the base of the bed. his hands were gripping your hips to a bruising degree, his own hips snapping against yours, his cock thrusting in and out as he grunted under his breath.

your eyes were fluttering closed as you moaned, but a wicked idea that had been playing at your mind for a while came up. leehan was never jealous, he was so secure in your relationship he just smirked whenever you tried to make him jealous, knowing he had the real power over you. but you’d never gone this far.

“fuck,” you moaned, getting into character, “dongmin, fuck, it feels so good.”

leehan’s movements suddenly stopped and you smirked. before you could say anything more, however, your hair was being grabbed harshly by your boyfriend as he pulled you up.

“what did you just say?” he asked, tilting his head, “dongmin?”

“i-i’m sorry—” you gasped, leehan’s cock still filling you up, the grip on your hair beginning to hurt.

“were you trying to make me… jealous?” leehan scoffed, “princess, you know i don’t care. fine, moan his name!”

“n-no– donghyun, it was a joke,” you stuttered.

“it didn’t sound like a joke,” leehan spat, letting go of your hair and pushing you back down to the bed. he picked up his pace suddenly, delivering multiple slaps to your ass as he did so. “go on, princess. if he’s on your mind so much, say it again.”

“donghyun!” you moaned.

“wrong!” leehan shouted, slapping your right asscheek as he did so.

you moaned loudly, “dongmin!”

“that’s it,” leehan cooed, “again.”

woonhak🧸 [hard dom!woonhak, mentions of a threesome, degradation, name calling (slut), fem!reader]

it wasn’t your fault, surely. the fact that the two boys were inseparable meant that half the time you spent with your boyfriend, you spent with jaehyun, so surely, you couldn’t be blamed for something like this happening.

you were bouncing on woonhak’s cock, the boy’s head thrown back against the back of the office chair in the middle of his office. he was so stressed from producing, so pent up, you wanted to help him a little. your eyes were squeezed shut and when you opened them, a photo of woonhak and jaehyun was revealed to you, stuck on the back wall.

in your haze, you moaned, your boyfriend’s cock hitting just right. woonhak’s hand trailed down off your waist, beginning to circle your sensitive bud.

“fuck…” you drawled, hugging woonhak’s head into your chest, the boy immediately licking and sucking marks onto the plush skin, “oh! jaehyun!”

woonhak’s head fought against the cage of your arms, breaking free so he could look at you sternly.

“what the fuck?!”

you shook your head, trying to get rid of the dazed pleasure you felt, “what?” you panted.

“you just said jaehyun!” woonhak exclaimed.

“no i didn’t!”

“yes you did! i heard it!”

“i– i mean, maybe? i didn’t mean it!”

“why would you say it then?!”

“cause i’m looking at his picture, right there!” you exclaimed, pointing at the picture stuck on the wall, “and he’s always here, you know?! it feels weird without him!”

“oh, in this situation too?” woonhak scoffed.

“well…” you shrugged.

woonhak tilted his head, thinking for a second. “my girl wants to be fucked by someone else, hmm? or maybe–” he leaned in close to your ear, voice low and seductive as he spoke, “–maybe she wants me to fuck her in front of some other guy. see how good i make her feel.”

you moaned, nodding, “yes, yes. you make me feel so good, woonhak, no one else— ha!”

woonhak suddenly started thrusting up into you, cutting off your words as you moaned, his hand flying back to your clit.