thoughts on whiny, subby jeonghan dry humping you in public with a flushed face because he couldn't help himself?đ„Žđ„Ž
!! mentions of: sub!jeonghan, sexual acts in public, dry humping, edging
oh poor jeonghan would be so desperate! i really can see him doing this. i can envision multiple scenarios.
i imagine him pressing himself against you during a cramped ride on the subway, when the overcrowded car gives him no choice but to be pushed against you. your close proximity would immediately get him hard, and the numerous bodies crammed close to him would not make it any easier for his rapidly heating face. his hands would fall down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he nestles him chin on your shoulder. youâd notice his throbbing erection against you right away, and would tease him lightly instead. âfeeling okay?â youâd ask him gently, a small smile on your face as you settle your hands on top of his (that are still gripping your hips like his life depends on it). âmhm,â heâd choke out quietly, grinding his hips once against you. he needed to feel something, anything as long as it came from you. âjust want you.â heâd whisper as quietly as he could manage, his lips dragging over the shell of your ear. the ride was anything but quiet, but the last thing jeonghan wanted was to attract the attention of other unassuming passengers. âwell youâll have to wait,â youâd reply nonchalantly, receiving a whine from jeonghan. âwe have lots of plans today.â heâd just let out another defeated whine, burying his face in your hair and inhaling your intoxicating scent.
he might also latch onto you in an empty aisle while shopping, his boner poking your ass for the second time today. heâd grind against you once, letting out a sultry moan next to your ear. âp-pleaseâŠlemme f-fuck youâŠâ heâd slur, hands repeatedly traveling from your hips to your stomach. âiâll love you s-so good if you let meâŠâ youâd say nothing, would just smile silently to yourself and continue browsing the shelves. âweâre in public, hannie,â youâd dismiss gently, reaching an arm behind you to run your fingers through his hair. âbe good.â heâd let out a choked, desperate sound as he thrusts his hips against you once, twice before he detaches himself from you halfheartedly.
he would be extremely needy for the rest of the day after being edged twice in a row. poor baby would even beg you while youâre grabbing lunch, the tablecloth concealing how he humps your hand with fervor. youâd keep your hand pressed against his clothed erection, solely adding a little pressure and making him do the rest of the work. âthereâs a bathroom o-over thereâŠcan we, please?â jeonghan would hiss, trying his best not to make his pleasure obvious. youâd just scoff meanly, admiring his flushed face and adorable pout. âyou wanted this, hannie. this is the only way iâll let you cum,â youâd smirk, your decision unwavering. jeonghan would give in after that, using your hand to try to reach his climax. heâd grab your hand with both of his, practically fucking it through the fabric of his pants. the sensation of the fabric and the pressure from your hand would tip him over the edge, and heâd throw a hand over his mouth to keep his lewd sounds muffled. ropes of warm cum would shoot into his boxers, soiling the fabric and leaving him feeling sticky and satisfied. youâd give his softening cock a few more teasing strokes, chuckling when his body twitches from the overstimulation. âsuch a good boy, hannie,â youâd coo, leaning over the table to press a peck onto his lips. heâd kiss back weakly, breathing heavily from his previous orgasm.
jeonghan would be so well behaved for the remainder of your outing, having felt satisfied from your pleasure. as a reward youâd fuck him after returning home, using his previous load to aid the slide onto his cock and riding him until heâs a moaning mess <3
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missing wonwoo rn :( still thinking about pervybestfriend!wonwoo </3 youâd sit with wonwoo and finish the movie you both started earlier, glancing at him in between scenes and enjoying how tense and embarrassed he looked. you knew he wouldnât be able to focus on the movie after you sat on his lap and teased him for being a pervert. so you decided to make it worse! :)
âwonwoo,â youâd coo, his head turning slightly to look at you. his face was still flushed as he made eye contact with you. he still couldnât shake the image of you on his lap. âyeah?â he muttered shyly. he watched as you toyed with his glasses that you never gave back to him, tracing the frame and temples with your middle finger. âletâs sleep in your bed tonight,â youâd smile innocently, studying the way his breath seems to catch in his throat. his eyes dart away from yours, a hand traveling up to anxiously play with the neckline of his t-shirt. âweâwe usually sleep in here,â heâd gulp, eyes scanning the living room halfheartedly. when you slept over at wonwooâs youâd usually take the couch, while wonwoo would take the the smaller love seat on the right side next to it. even though his legs are longer than yours he refused to let you sleep on the smaller couch every time you offered. typical chivalrous wonwoo behavior. âmy neckâs all fucked up,â youâd lie seamlessly. âitâs not a big deal. weâve been friends for ages, dummy.â you could tell wonwoo felt apprehensive, his eyes practically glued to his lap to avoid your gaze. âokay,â heâd mumble, reluctantly agreeing. he knew this was a bad idea, but he couldnât help wanting to be closer to you. his longtime best friend/crush wanting to sleep in his bed with him? how could he refuse?
after doing his nightly routine heâd shuffle under his covers, sitting upright and leaning against the headboard as he tries to wind down for the night. heâd click on his bedside lamp, pulling a book from his drawer and reading where he left off the night before. heâd listen to the faint sounds of the water running in the bathroom while his eyes scan the pages, the gentle light of the lamp helping him settle down for a bit. he finally has a second to just breathe while youâre in the bathroom, but when you exit heâs right back to feeling breathless and needy. you had thrown on one of his white t-shirts, the bottom reaching down to your mid-thigh. your face was soft and glowy from your skincare routine, and the cold air in wonwooâs room caused your nipples to poke through his shirt. butterflies swarm his stomach as he scans your form, only allowing himself one look before he buries his head into the pages of his book again. you leap onto his bed obnoxiously, the both of you bouncing twice from the force before you cling to his arm and lean your head on his shoulder. ânot tired yet?â youâd ask, curiously scanning the pages. he shook his head slightly. âi just wanted toââ he peered down at you through his glasses. your (his) shirt had ridden up as you laid next to him, giving him a perfect view of your thighs and a glimpse of your black panties. oh. âuhmâjust wanted to read a bit before bed,â he choked out. his face was beet red, trying his damnedest to keep his eyes stuck to the words on the page as you wiggle beneath the blankets next to him. âahh,â you replied, scooting closer to him to keep yourself warm. âyouâre so pretty with your glasses on, wonwoo.â youâd comment shamelessly, reaching up to adjust them. you couldnât help but smirk at his embarrassed expression. you threw your leg over his body, sliding yourself to straddle him for the second time tonight. you eased yourself between his arms still gripping his book, resting a hand on his chest and brushing his cheek with your knuckles. you you were practically splayed over him, your heat pressing to his clothed erection. âthey look nice on you.â wonwoo canât seem to meet your eyes, swallowing dryly and clearing his throat. âth-thank you,â he quavered, closing his book gently and completely disregarding what page he was on. he dropped the book absently onto his nightstand. he couldnât bring himself to care about it when he had your warmth grinding against his length and your soft chest pushing against his.
âyouâve thought about this before, huh?â youâd smirk. he wouldnât have the words to respond, would just stare in awe at your form above him as his pupils trail down to your lips. you removed your hand from his cheek, grabbing his chin roughly. the sudden action caused a sound of surprise to escape him. âanswer me,â you demanded firmly. heâd nod shamefully after a few seconds, not trusting his voice to carry out without cracking. you gave him a devilish grin, loosening your grip on his chin and leaning in to press fleeting kisses onto his jawline. âsee,â youâd smile, taking pleasure in his soft sighs and feeling him grow harder underneath you. âi told you you were a pervert.â youâd snake one hand under his shirt, lightly grazing over his torso and chest. ân-no,â heâd whisper, hands grasping the sheets beneath him to keep his hands busy. ââm not a pervert. i swear.â youâd chuckle at his flushed cheeks, pulling your hand from under his shirt to pry his fingers from the sheets. youâd guide his hands under your shirt, settling them on your waist. you grind down harder onto him, a choked sound leaving him as he grips your waist eagerly. âwhat else do you think about, wonwoo?â you tease, sucking and biting marks onto his exposed neck. ânothing!â he blurted too quickly to ever be believable. âi wouldnât think of you like that. itâs wrong. itâs not polite.â you pull away from his neck to admire his pretty features, leaning close and almost brushing your lips against his. youâd feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stares at your lips, moving closer to you so slightly that you mightâve missed the movement entirely. you didnât answer, just let out an amused exhale and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. after a short pause he kissed back timidly, his hands unconsciously sliding further down to your hips. you kissed him harder, sliding your tongue between his lips as he whimpered pitifully. the heated make out session threw both of you in for a loop, finding yourselves even needier than before. âcan i take this off?â you urged, fisting at his shirt roughly. his glasses were slightly fogged from the heat and his lips were swollen from you tugging them between your teeth. âtake it all off,â he pleaded, his nails digging into your flesh. âdonât care what you do to me. iâm yours.â youâd scoff at his begging, ripping his shirt over his head and tugging down his boxers. his cock sprung out and smacked against his stomach, a pathetic yelp leaving him at the feeling. you laid next to him and wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking at a maddeningly slow pace. âwhat do you think about, wonwoo?â youâd press again, refusing to give any more pleasure until he spills his secrets to you. he squirms slightly underneath you, hesitating at first. but as you circle your thumb around his slit he stumbles, âyou.â you twist your fist once around him as a reward and he continues begrudgingly. âwannaâŠf-fuck your thighs. and f-fuck you while you wear my clothes.â his eyes slightly roll back when you pull your panties to the side and grab his hand to guide it to your core. his fingers graze your slick, feeling how wet you are for him. you slide his middle finger inside, sighing quietly as you feel him gently fuck into you. you rubbed your palm against his head, feeling him jerk in sensitivity. âyou are a pervert, huh wonwoo?â youâd breathe, clenching around his finger and gripping his cock with more pressure. his eyes would burn into yours with a glazed over look, panting as he nods. âiâm a pervert,â heâd huff, the warm light of the lamp dancing on his face and illuminating the small droplets of sweat beading at his forehead. he slid a second finger in, whimpering at the feeling of your warmth. âiâve thought some really impolite things about you. i-iâm sorry,â he spilled, his face burning hot with arousal and shame. âwanna mark you, a-anâ feel you around meâŠâ youâd twist around him faster, pulling erotic moans from him. heâd plunge his fingers into you quicker, the squelching sounds from your heat and from his cock arousing him even more.
âi know you have,â youâd purr, pressing a peck to the corner of his mouth and watching him chase your lips for more. âknew you were secretly a filthy perv.â his hips slightly fucked into your hand, feeling his climax approaching at your degrading words. âi am,â he cried timidly. ââm sorry. iâve felt this way about you for s-so long. itâs so wrong of me, iâm disgustingânghââm s-sorry, sorryâŠâ heâd gasp wantonly, feeling your walls spasming around his fingers. âdonât ever apologize, wonwoo,â youâd soothe, your orgasm bubbling up and causing your body to twitch. youâd fist his cock hard, twisting your hand around him at an inhuman pace. âi like this side of you. even sweet boys like you think about dirty shit.â youâd smirk evilly, letting out soft moans next to his ear. his cock throbbed in your hand as your climax washed over you, your hole clenching around his fingers as theyâre coated in your release. your sweet moans and crude words sent him over the edge. âcum, wonwoo. good boys like you deserve to feel good,â youâd whisper, feeling his fingers still inside you and a loud moan leave his lips as he shoots white ropes all over your hand. youâd stroke him slowly through his climax, only stopping after heâs twitching from overstimulation. his head rests against the headboard, his glasses still slightly foggy. heâd wear a look of post-orgasm bliss, but his eyes would reflect uneasiness. âiâm not good,â heâd blurt between labored breaths. âiâm a pervert. i shouldnât think about you that way. it isnât respectful to youââ youâd cut him off with a big smooch, pulling away and snatching his glasses to wipe them clean on your (his) shirt. âwonwoo, youâre literally the most respectful person iâve ever met. that wonât change no matter what kinds of fantasies you have about me,â youâd reassure him, peppering a few more kisses onto his jaw. âbesides,â youâd slide his glasses onto your face playfully. âiâm a pervert too.â <333
iâve been thinking about a pervybestfriend!wonwoo for a bit. i like the idea of sweet shy wonwoo being a disgusting pervert :)
wonwoo is a very polite boy. even as your friend heâs always doing the most thoughtful things for you. holding the door for you, offering to carry your things for you or lift things for you, walking you to your car or your front door so you donât walk aloneâhe does it all! heâs the most considerate guy youâve ever met. thatâs part of the reason why you absolutely love being friends with him. befriending wonwoo was a struggle, his shy nature made him a bit hard to approach at first. but afterwards you were inseparable. any free time you had was always spent with wonwoo. youâve probably slept at his apartment more than youâve slept in your own. most free days with him would be spent at his apartment just lounging around or playing games together. spending so much time around you would bring wonwoo joy, but heâd constantly be finding himself flustered around you. heâd notice his mind wandering to dangerous places every second he spent near you.
his eyes would unconsciously glue themselves to your thighs while you game with him on the floor, your shorts being too short to fully cover them. he couldnât help but imagine groping and fondling them. images of his cock thrusting between your thighs have crossed his mind more than once, and every time he caught himself staring heâd forcefully rip his gaze from your legs with a red face. his stomach would twist in guilt as he tried to bury these dirty thoughts of you.
heâd find himself fantasizing every time you wore his clothes. youâd often steal his t-shirts or hoodies every time you slept over, claiming his clothes were more comfortable than yours. every saturday morning heâd see you exit the bathroom adorned in one of his large hoodies and his imagination would be working. the amount of times heâs envisioned you bouncing on his cock wearing nothing but his hoodie is borderline shameful. heâd imagine how youâd smell like your sweet perfume mixed with his scent, how the smell of him would cling to you like you were his. he really tries to control himself but he just canât help it. he thinks of you more than he likes to admit.
and what wonwoo doesnât know is that you know how perverted he is. he thinks heâs good at hiding it, but how he acts around you makes it blatantly obvious he wants you. you notice how red his face gets, how he sometimes stutters and avoids your gaze when you talk to him. you always catch his eyes flitting to your chest when you wear a low-cut shirt, his eyes darting quickly back to your face and adjusting his glasses absentmindedly. you love how wonwoo acts when heâs with you, and how his chivalrous personality is merely an act. you know wonwooâs sweet, but you also know that this shy babyâs thoughts are even more lewd than heâll ever care to reveal to you. which is why you decided to dedicate an entire saturday to flustering him! :)
youâd wear your shortest pair of shorts and wonwooâs biggest hoodie, giving the illusion that you were wearing his hoodie and nothing underneath. youâd find excuses to touch him, clinging onto his arm while heâs in the kitchen and âaccidentallyâ brushing your hand against his thigh while youâre on the couch with him. by this point wonwooâs buzzing with arousal, the movie playing on his television sounding like muffled background noise to him. heâs hyper focused on your head leaning on his shoulder and your fingers interlaced with his, rubbing small patterns onto his skin. he had no clue why you were being so touchy today, but it was making everything harder for him. he felt his cock throbbing in his sweats, and his body felt on edge being next to you. you glanced up at his face, relishing in the tinge of pink on his cheeks and his deep breaths to attempt to relax. he looked so pretty under the flickering light of the tv. âwonwoo,â youâd murmur, watching him slightly jump at the sound of your voice and try to play it off by clearing his throat. âhm?â heâd hum, his eyes traveling down to yours and darting away out of embarrassment. youâd put both hands on his thigh under the guise of pushing yourself upright, but you both knew your true intentions. âcan i sit on your lap?â youâd question innocently, watching his reaction. youâd watch him swallow nervously, his adamâs apple bobbing as he processes your request. âyouâve never sat on my lap before,â heâd sputtered. âoh câmon,â youâd grumble, tugging at his hand. âyouâre my best friend. itâs normal.â and thatâs how you found yourself seated on wonwooâs lap, grabbing his wrists and twisting his arms around your torso and forcing him to hold you closer. his chest was pressed against your back, and you felt his shaky exhales tickle your neck from behind. you felt the hardness of his erection pressing into you, occasionally readjusting just so you can feel him throb beneath you. you snake your arm behind him, tangling your fingers in his hair and slightly gripping it. heâd let out a little gasp feeling you pulling his hair unexpectedly. âyou think about some nasty shit, donât you?â youâd chuckle darkly, feeling wonwooâs heartbeat pounding against your back. âwh-what?â he stumbled, the feeling of your hand fisting his hair making him dizzy in the best way possible. you could feel him squirming a bit underneath you, his arms still wrapped around your torso. âyouâre a pervert.â youâd stated, your nonchalant tone making wonwooâs stomach drop in shock. âyou look at my thighs all the time. and i catch you staring at me when i wear your clothes,â youâd laugh. you release his hair, turning around to straddle wonwoo instead. you throw your arms around his neck and press your heat against his erection, grinding down once just to see him wince. âyou like when i wear your clothes, donât you?â you taunt, a smile tugging at your lips as you study his flushed face. he quickly shook his head no, his glasses slightly falling down his nose at the small side-to-side motion. âitâs not like that,â he denied, scrambling to defend himself. âiâm not a pervert. youâre my friend, i love you,â he rambled, looking at you with a pleading expression. youâd smile reassuringly, one hand moving to his glasses to readjust them, running a finger over the hinges. âdonât lie,â youâd whisper, running the backs of your knuckles against his cheek delicately. his skin was smooth against your hand, the heat from how hard he was blushing warming your fingers. âi think you are.â youâd laugh teasingly, snatching his glasses and rolling off his lap. youâd lean your back against the arm of the couch, throwing your legs over wonwooâs and slipping his glasses on jovially. âletâs finish this movie,â you chirped, turning your head towards the tv and leaving poor wonwoo dazed and turned on ;(
keep having this sick nasty dirty unoriginal thought of cockwarming wonwoo while heâs playing his lil computer games.
gamer!wonwoo that would just look so gorgeous in the dim lighting of his room, his features illuminated by the light of his computer. youâd stand behind his chair and watch him play, massaging his shoulders and pressing the occasional little kiss to his cheek which would make him smile and blush. heâd even abandon the game and swivel around to face you, the overwhelming feeling of missing you hitting him like a truck as he wraps his arms around your torso to pull you close to him. you were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties underneath and he still thought you were the most breathtaking human on earth. heâd gaze up at you lovingly through his glasses and ask you in the quietest voice ever if youâd sit with him while he plays. and how could you say no to sweet wonwoo ;( so you sit on his lap while he plays, facing the computer while his arms wrap around you from behind to tap on his keyboard. it would start off innocent at first, but feeling the warmth of your thighs and your ass pressing against wonwooâs cock would make him needy underneath you. he found it harder to focus on his game, but he didnât even want to. didnât care that his friends were in his ear giving him the most shit for his declining game performance, because all he can think about right now is you. he wants to be closer, wants to feel your warmth but is sooo shy and will have trouble even thinking of how to politely ask you to sit on his cock and absolutely ruin him. youâd sense a shift in his behavior and his distracted playing, so youâd just ask him instead, the sudden request making him blush but eagerly nod his head. youâd stand up, pushing his chair back slightly so you can untie the strings of his sweatpants and pull them down just enough so his cock smacks onto his stomach. youâd sit on his lap facing him this time, pulling your panties to the side and slowly sinking down onto him. heâd let out a relieved sigh, feeling your tight warmth around him and distracting him even more from his game. youâd shush him gently and press kisses to his exposed skin, licking up his neck to his ear and nipping it lightly. you wouldnât move, forcing him to refocus and try to play better and win like he usually does. only after a few rounds of his game would you start to harshly bounce on him when he least expects it, drawing a loud yelp of surprise from him. heâd completely forget about his game, his hands ditching the keyboard so he can wrap them under your (itâs his but that doesnât matter) shirt and around your waist. youâd scold him slightly for not being able to play properly and heâd let out little mumbled apologies, telling you how he tried so hard to win for you but he just wants your touch more than anything :( just wants to give all of his undivided attention to you because he loves and misses you so much. you wouldnât stop bouncing on him until you both are out of breath and satisfied <3
wonât be a one time thing either, would definitely be reoccurring. most days youâd let him mute his mic so he can moan and whine as loud as he wants, but sometimes youâd make him keep it on and hide all of his disgustingly lewd sounds from his unsuspecting friends. youâd make him keep conversations with them just so you can hear him struggle to hold back his pretty sounds. all while his face is super red and heâs doing his absolute best to win for you and please you :( i love shy wonwoo so much.
ooo i like this question itâs such a good one! it made me think for a bit. i think quite a few of them would have praise kinks honestly. it just seems so fitting for a good handful of the members (and by handful i mean almost half).
and yes, i do think joshua would have a praise kink! i feel like sweet joshie would be so sheepish when you give him compliments in public, a gentle smile adorning his face each time you complimented him. he might even seem a bit bashful, maybe even reluctant to have all the attention on him. but oh itâs all just an act. in bed, his bashfulness would be nonexistent when his head is between your thighs, pressing light kisses against your inner thigh teasingly. heâd touch you and feel you up with absolutely no shame, just taking in your cute reactions. youâd be shocked at the stark contrast between his behavior in public vs. private. you were so used to observing him being so modest, even shy when you praised him in public. now joshua would be a completely different person, and any praise from you would just encourage him to pleasure you more. âplease, shua! want your tongueâŠyouâre s-so good with it! feels too goodâŠâ youâd babble, a desperate attempt to get him to fuck you like you want him to. he might act like a little shit, teasing you for a bit longer just so you beg for him, but he wouldnât be able to resist you for long. joshua would simply take the bait if you continuously praise him, thriving on your whines alone. âiâll give it to you. just keep telling me how much you love my tongue. i like hearing you say it.â
i felt the need to put wonwoo in this post too! i have some (partial) backup for this as well :) when asked if theyâd rather have a subordinate who tries too hard to flatter or a subordinate who only talks about work, wonwoo picked the subordinate who flatters! he said that he wouldnât hate being complimented constantly and that he âlikes being flatteredâ (from ep. 49 of going seventeen at approx. 29:59 <3). knowing this, i felt like i should include sweet wonwoo <3 heâs so very quiet and shy, but heâd melt internally at any praise you give him. heâs such a secret softie. outside of the bedroom heâd respond to your compliments with a soft smile and a timid âthank you.â in the bedroom he wouldnât be able to take them though, having to literally take a deep breath so he doesnât accidentally cum on command. any words from you just get him riled up, especially praise. âyouâre so fucking perfect wonwoo,â youâd mumble in his ear as you thread your fingers through his hair. youâd wrap your legs tighter around his waist while he buries his head into your neck, letting out a pathetic whimper. youâd feel his hips stutter against yours, and youâd clench around him just to make things worse. âalways fuck me so good, pretty boy,â youâd smile, pressing a hot kiss against the shell of his ear. heâd moan quietly, feeling his cock throb angrily inside you. he wouldnât want to cum so soon, but your praises just did that to him :(
believe it or not, i also think woozi belongs on this list <3 jihoon is a bit prickly, he seems really finicky when it comes to affection. heâd act so nonchalant when you compliment or praise him in any way. heâd pretend like your words didnât affect him, but his face would be flushed a cute pink every time you so much as smiled at him. would love to bring you along to the studio just so you could be there, and youâd watch him work diligently at his computer doing whatever producers do <3 and oh you would admire him. youâd think heâs the most talented and attractive person youâve ever seen when heâs in his element. youâd have no problem telling him this either, and in return youâd get a cute flustered jihoon. he might try to downplay his skills at times, brushing your praise off out of shyness. âitâs nothing much,â heâd mumble, flushed cheeks illuminated by his computer screen. âjust doing my job.â his reserved nature would almost completely evaporate when youâre riding him though, letting out quiet moans as you use him for your pleasure. âa-am i doing good? tellâplease tell me iâm g-good,â heâd plead between pants, and the desperation in his voice would make you coo. âalways so good for me, jihoonie,â youâd sigh, cupping his face gently as he leans into your touch. âtaking me so well. you were made for me.â heâd just whine and nod in mindless agreement, his hips bucking up and helping you reach your climax </3
seokmin was another obvious choice for me too. it seemed to fit his personality. heâs just such a happy and kind individual, and i think heâd probably be the one to enjoy compliments and praise the most. i feel like heâd yearn for it, and any sweet words from anyone would just make his stomach twist in excitement and happiness. heâd definitely value praise from you the most though. youâd constantly tell him how handsome he is, and every time you tell him heâd just beam at you. and every time you say something sweet to him or praise him, heâs doing it right back to you! heâd make it almost like a little competition. as soon as you call him handsome, heâs grinning like a lovesick fool and trapping you in the biggest hug ever. âthank you. but youâre absolutely gorgeous today. and always.â heâd respond cutely. youâd find him adorable wanting to match you with praise, making you feel loved inside and out. and it would be so fun to worship him in bed. just having him lay there, long limbs sprawled out on the mattress while you feel him up would be a dream. running your hands over his smooth skin and lightly stroking his throbbing length. heâd be so sensitive, moaning at any slight touch to his body. âso handsome, seokminnie,â youâd smile at him from above, gazing lovingly down at him. his eyes would roll back at your words, struggling to respond with a compliment for you like he always does. âlet me take care of you, minnie. youâre doing so good for me.â heâd just nod breathlessly, letting you praise him and touch him all you want.
and finally, i am a firm believer that jun is a switch with a praise kink :) i feel like heâd looove the compliments you give him, the prettiest smile adorning his face when you even slightly praise him. any little thing youâd compliment him on heâd be so smiley. youâd compliment him when he wears a stylish outfit, telling him how good he looks and trailing your eyes all across his body. youâd compliment him when he makes a delicious meal for the two of you to share, giving him the most support and praise on the new recipe he tried out for you. and youâd definitely compliment him when heâs fucking you so well, raking your nails down his back as he pounds into you. heâd feel so jittery when he felt his skin on yours, so eager when heâs buried inside of your clenching heat. any moment with you he cherished greatly, so your sweet words would mean the most to him. âahâjunnie,â youâd whine at him, your face pressed against the curve of his neck and kissing the skin messily. âfeel so full. love how you f-fill me up. want you to fuck me every night,â youâd ramble, receiving a muffled groan from him. heâd slow down his pace, your lewd words almost tipping him over the edge. he would never even consider finishing before you, and heâd do his best to ignore the desperate need for release. âyou know youâre mine, r-right? my junnie that fucks me so good. âm addicted to you, baby,â youâd whisper in his ear, enjoying the way he moans your name and grips your body tighter <3
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heyyy thoughts on soft dom chan fingering their s/o in front of a mirror? Back against his chest and heâs got the other hand gently around their s/oâs throat to make sure they keep watching đźâđš
youâd be seated on the floor, with chan leaning against the foot of the bed behind you, feeling his fingers running gently through your hair. you were completely nude, while chan was fully clothed in contrast. his other hand would be occupied with your clenching heat, teasingly running his fingers through your slick. heâd watch you through the full length mirror on the wall, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
chan has suggested hanging up a mirror in the bedroom a while ago, and he had come home with one about a week before. you werenât sure why he was suddenly interested in mirrors, but you didnât question it. youâd never deny channie what he wants. of course him using it so he can watch your fucked-out expressions was the last thing you expected, but you couldnât complain when he made you feel so good.
heâd bury a finger inside your hole, sliding in slowly just to make you squirm under him. the anticipation of whatâs to come would have goosebumps rising on your skin. your head would fall backwards to lean on chanâs shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as he grinds his palm against your sensitive bud. youâd feel so full just from one finger, and youâd feel an eagerness when chan picks up his pace. youâd feel his other hand release your hair, instead closing it around your neck and guiding you where he wants you. âdonât look away,â heâd coax oh-so sweetly, his thumb caressing your jawline as he holds you still. youâd be forced to look at yourself, all splayed out and stuffed full of chanâs fingers, and youâd let out a little whimper at the sight. âwant you to see this,â heâd mutter against the shell of your ear, sending sharp chills over your exposed flesh. heâd slide in another finger, the stretch from two fingers alone almost enough to bring you to your climax. youâd let out a small moan as he curls his digits, hitting the spot he knows drives you insane. he knew exactly how to work you up, exactly where to slide his fingers to make you yelp. heâd return to a slow pace, more focused on bullying your sweet spot by grinding the pads of his fingers against it languidly. heâd leave little kisses onto your cheek, all while still grasping your throat to keep your eyes on the mirror. youâd meet his eyes in the reflection, so dark and full of lust as he plays with you. seeing him in the glass, his body pressed up against yours and his fingers being swallowed by your heat making you moan even louder. âsound so good,â heâd mumble mostly to himself, but it would be enough to nearly tip you over the edge. âsee how pretty you look?â chan would ask with a smile, his eyes shamelessly traveling down your naked reflection. youâd be unable to respond, just fucking your hips onto his fingers (as much as you could when chanâs grip is keeping you in place). âgonna cum for me?â heâd question mischievously, thrusting his fingers faster with no warning. the immediate fast pace would make you yelp, nodding eagerly as your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake beneath you. âopen them, baby,â heâd command, hitting your spot with repeated taps of his fingers. youâd have to practically tear your eyes open, and the sight of his glistening fingers covered in your arousal would tip you over the edge. youâd come undone on his fingers, moaning wantonly while his fingers still curl in and out, guiding you through your intense high. youâd fall limply against chan, and heâd wrap his arms protectively around your trembling form. youâd still be watching him through the mirror, and heâd flash you a sweet smile. âsee?â chan would grin, pulling you closer to him. âthe mirror was a great idea, wasnât it?â youâd just let out a breathy laugh in response, and heâd press a loving kiss to the top of your head </3
âwanna come to my room?â youâd ask teasingly, gripping minghaoâs shirt and pulling him in with a smirk. heâd nod timidly, gazing at your lips and leaning in involuntarily. that breathless feeling was there again, settling over his chest like a heavy weight. he just couldnât breathe around you, couldnât think straight. all he wanted to think about was your lips on his. he swears you can read his mind, because not even seconds later youâre yanking him flush to your chest and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. the kiss was opposite of how he was feeling. he felt depraved, desperate for you. and you knew that, but you were intentionally taking it slow. it seemed as if your entire goal was to rile him up, to make him even more needy than he already was. youâd release the fabric of his shirt and place your hands on his chest, chuckling into his mouth after feeling his heart pounding. the rapid fluttering made you detach from him, one hand traveling up to cup his face carefully. âpoor hao. heartâs beating so fast,â youâd whisper, running your thumb over his swollen lips. âyou excited?â heâd nod quicker this time, and you could tell he was losing his composure with every touch you gave him. youâd take steps backwards, leading him to your bedroom as he follows mindlessly. he felt like he was under your spell, like he was hypnotized by you with no desire to be conscious. all he wanted was you. heâd feel himself being guided, the backs of his legs hitting your bed as you lay him down on your mattress. you were hovering over him, staring down at him with a hungry look in your eyes. youâd snake your hands underneath his shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his torso. minghao would be twitching and writhing beneath you, despite you barely touching him. heâd let out quiet moans as you trail your fingers below the waistband of his sweats, wrapping them around the material and tugging. his cock would spring free, smacking against his stomach as you admire him. youâd wrap your hand around him, his hips bucking up into your fist unintentionally. his rational thinking was gone, all the calm and composure replaced by the craving his body had for you. he wanted you, and he couldnât deny it anymore. you stroked him faster as he whimpered below you. your free hand would drag over his abs, the sensation making him shiver. âyouâre so pretty,â youâd coo, his eyes rolling back from your sweet words. he needs to hear your praise. he feels like he might die without it. âyouâre p-pretty,â heâd choke out, hips rutting into your hand once again. youâd shush him gently, twisting your fist harder around his throbbing length. âmy pretty hao,â youâd breathe, leaning down to press a kiss onto his forehead. heâd chase your lips, leaning in and whimpering softly. youâd give him what he wanted, this time kissing him with fervor. it was messy and hungry, two things minghao never thought he would be. heâs back to feeling breathless, and he feels himself getting closerâ
minghaoâs eyes shoot open as he jerks awake, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat. heâd lay panting on his back, trying to calm himself down from his erotic dream. heâd never had a dream like this, and dreaming about his biology crush didnât make it any easier for him to settle down. he could feel his boxers sticking to him, his previous release soiling the fabric. heâd drag a hand down underneath his sheets, feeling the warm, wet fabric and his still-aching erection. his breathing would become labored as he slides his hand beneath his boxers, gripping his cock and giving it painfully slow strokes. his cock was sensitive, slick from his first orgasm while he was asleep. the friction between his boxers and his weeping tip would make him flinch, the double sensations nearly tipping him over the edge for a second time. he felt guilty, but no matter how hard he tried to think of something else, all he could think of was you. he wanted you, wanted to be close to you. wanted you to touch him like you did in his dream. he couldnât help but wish you were in his bed with him, and heâd let out a small whimper as he stroked himself faster. his climax was already approaching, and as he squeezed his eyes shut the only image he could picture was you. your thighs. your pretty face. your smile. the mere thought of you was enough to tip him over the edge, and heâd cum into his hand with tiny huffs of your name. heâd fuck into his fist, jerking from the overstimulation, and letting out little moans as he rides out his high. youâd be on his mind the entire time, and he couldnât help but think this was the best orgasm heâs ever had.
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âminghao?â youâd question, gently draping your hand over his shoulder. heâd crane his head to look at you, receiving a worried expression in return. âdo you feel okay? you look a little red,â youâd frown, concern lacing your tone. heâd be in your dorm again, seated on your bed for the third time in a row this week. his visits had increased as the two of you spent more time together, and minghao could tell that you were developing a better understanding of biology. âiâm okay,â heâd lie, shifting a bit under your gaze. âjust kind of hot.â of course he felt hot because he was thinking of his perverted dream about you, but he would never tell you that. âwell, you do have that heavy jacket on. you should take it off,â youâd murmur, grabbing the fabric at his shoulders and carefully pulling it down. heâd gulp at the action, helping you shrug his sleeves off. heâd swoon internally over how gentle you were with him, but he would secretly wish that you would take off more than just his jacket. âyou look pretty today, by the way,â youâd add hurriedly, laying his jacket out on your mattress and smoothing out the wrinkles. âyou always do.â heâd blush even harder at your statement, finding it hard to control his thoughts. his mind was moving at a million miles per minute, but heâd manage to splutter a small âyou look pretty too.â youâd bite back a grin, face flushing at his compliment. your little crushes are so obvious, but youâd both be too oblivious to catch on <3
hii hshshs what are your thoughts on jeonghan as a menace bestfriend who likes to tease you but one day you decided to tease him back by shoving a ruler in his face and asking if you could measure him HSBDHDHDJFB SORRY THIS JEONGHAN BRAINROT IS JUST đđđ”đ
!! mentions of: dirty talk
omg i TOTALLY understand anon. jeonghan is just soâŠughâŠ
jeonghan would be a little SHIT. i imagine him doing the most irritating things to tease you. you usually just sit through his teasing, rolling your eyes and letting it happen. of course he does it because he loves you, but itâs irritating when your best friend is that pretty. heâd sneak up behind you and whisper dirty things in your ear, the way you jump at his sudden proximity making him giggle. would also convince you to hug him, outstretching his arms towards you until you sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around his torso. his arms would trap you in, and heâd press playful kisses to your cheeks until you push him away. there are times where his kisses would travel to your jawline, causing you to let out flustered yelps as you shove him. heâd just smile like the little shit he is, giggling at your angry expression.
one day heâd be acting extra annoying (and horny), and would make even more vulgar statements than usual. during class youâd yank a piece of his hair after he pissed you off, and heâd respond with a groan and a muffled âpull harder next time. âm into that.â youâd just gasp and swat him in the arm, earning a sleazy smile from him in return. after you eat lunch with him, you would complain about how full you were. jeonghan would make a joke about how he can fill you up too, and youâd search for the nearest object to throw at him (a grape at the time). youâd have no idea why jeonghan was acting like this, but youâd start to get fed up.
âyou know, i bet i could make you happy,â hannie would muse vaguely, his hooded eyes staring up at you sitting on his desk. youâd gaze down at him from over your nose bridge, lifting an eyebrow up in questioning. ââm really good with my hands. my mouth too.â heâd tug his lower lip between his teeth as he smiles, the habit making your stomach churn. he always looked so pretty doing that. you were tired of his teasing though, so you decided to fight back. âwell, hannieâŠâ youâd start, narrowing your eyes at the boy sitting below you. youâd snatch up the ruler sitting on the table, swiftly leaning in close to jeonghan from above while you shove the ruler in his face. âcan i measure you, then? i wanna make sure your dick is just as good.â youâd smirk meanly, watching his eyes cross cutely to look at the ruler, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. his mouth is ever so slightly agape, little stammers and stutters tumbling from his pretty lips. he canât even look at you, eyes practically glued to his desk as he tries to get it together. you had always been so insouciant when it came to his teasing, so pliant. so hearing you snap back with something so dirty, he wouldnât even have the words to respond. youâd slide the tip of the ruler underneath his chin, using it to gently guide his face upwards. heâd stare up at you with wide, glazed over eyes while you flash him your prettiest smile. âis that a yes?â youâd tease, enjoying the shock on poor jeonghanâs face. he wanted to tell you that you could do more than just measure him, but all that escaped his throat was a choked âmhm!â youâd just scoff at him, leaning in closer so you were barely a foot away from his face. âfine then. you can meet me at my house later since you want me to so bad.â he wouldnât even be able to answer you, his mind would just be whirling with all the thoughts of what you had planned for him. thatâs what he gets for teasing you all the time <3