#seowan

What they watch! all rjw characters

(with twt links)

Nam-gyu

hes def a dry beater, no lotion or nothin,

he uses twitter, spankbang, XnXX and pornhub to beat, takes him atleast 5 minutes to find a video

tags he looks up: "hardcore" "degration" "humiliation" "Creampie" "public" "anal" "amateur" and "cheating" (only because of the thrill, i dont think he'd cheat actually) "impact play"

he'll sit there watching a video, palming his cock through his pants, rubbing his tip, just teasing himself getting himself worked up before he fishes his cock out and jerks off

takes him about 5 minutes to nut, unless hes edging himself then its maybe 15 minutes, will go 3 rounds in one sitting if hes high, sober, hes usually sensative after once or knocks out mid jerk

jerks off 6 days a week

his favorite places to jerk off are his bed or the bathroom since its easier to clean up after, especially the shower

twt links of stuff they'd watch (log in to see links):

ex 1 ex 2 ex 3 ex 4 ex 5 ex 6 ex 7 ex 8

Seo-wan

dry beater BUT his tip leaks so much he uses his own precum as lube

uses twitter/X, reddit, pornhub, and watches those porn streamers

tags hed look up: "hentai" "cosplay porn" "femdom" "dominatrix" " soft bondage" "dry humping" "soft femdom" "breeding" "blowjobs"

he'll play with his tip or balls for maybe a minute because he cant take it and needs to jerk off

lasts a about 4 minutes, if hes edging 6 minutes, but it depends, some days he nuts quick, others it takes awhile. can jerk off maybe 2 times if hes not sensative

jerks off 4-5 times a week

loves jerking off at his desk or his bed, he'll jerk off in the bathroom if hes really horny

twt links of stuff they'd watch (log in to see links)

ex 1 ex2 ex3 ex4 ex 5 ex 6 ex 7 ex 8

Sang-min

lotion beater, w tissues in standby💔

xnxx, xvideos, spankbang, and twt for homemade vids

tags: "oral" "facefucking" "degration" "mean dom" "humiliation" "breathplay" "humiliation" "corruption" "power imbalance" "overstimulation" "spanking"

rubs and squeezes his cock in his pants until he feels ready to take it out or cant stand it

lasts 3-5 mins the first round, 2nd or 3rd round? hes edging for maybe 10, 15 minutes, wants it to last. usually jerks off twice.

jerks off 5 times a week

jerks off at his desk or in his livingroom, he'll do it in the shower if hes in a rush

twt links of stuff theyd watch (log in to see links):

ex 1 ex 2 ex 3 ex 4 ex 5 ex 6 ex 7 ex 8

In-Chan

lube beater, hes got one of them big bottles too💔💔

uses pornhub, xvideos, and jerkmate (HEAR ME OUT, he gets off on letting people watch him jerk off without showing his face, like the thrill of it and how exposed he feels)

tags: "rough" "switch" "semi-public" "voyeurism" "creampie" "anonymous" "cucking" "rimming" "mutual masturbation" "secret relationship" "teasing" "orgasm control"

he LOVESSS to edge himself and tease himself, loves to make his jerkoff sessions as long as possible, so he spends half of the time teasing and edging

lasts about 20 minutes, 8 if he decides not to edge

jerks off 2 or 3 times a week

loves doing it in his office, thinking someone may catch him, his livingroom, or his bed

twt links of stuff they'd watch (log in to see links):

ex 1 ex 2 ex 3 ex 4 ex 5

Geun-mo

dry beater but hes got alot of precum

pornhub, xnxx, twitter if hes bored

tags: "housewife" "breeding" "creampie" "cuffs" "restraints" "voyeuristic domestic sex" "secretly filmed" "soft dom" "praise" "impact play"

edges himself, at work he'll rub his cock under the desk, if the rooms empty he'll try to sneak in a quick jerkoff, when hes in the crew car he'll tease himself, then when he gets home hes immediately jerking off

cums quick if he was edging/ teasing himself all day so maybe 4-5 mins, if not 12 minutes max, and if hes edging himself and teasing, 20 minutes

loves to jerk off at his desk at the station, in his cop car, livingroom, bed, desk, kitchen

twt links of stuff theyd watch (log in to see links):

ex 1 ex2 ex3 ex 4 ex 5 ex 6 ex 7 ex 8

im back👅👅

Regressors! Seo-wan & Nam-gyu Headcanons

•They’re complete opposites basically so they don’t get along very often. They tease each other a lot, but that’s mostly Nam-gyu who does that to Seo-wan.

•When they’re both regressed, their parents are constantly being interrupted because one of them is telling on the other. They’re always telling on each other.

•It’s pretty much always for the same reason too. Nam-gyu teases Seo-wan, which leads to Seo-wan threatening to put some kind of curse/spell on him, which then causes Nam-gyu to run to one of their parents while freaking out because he thinks he’s cursed.

•Seo-wan has to include Nam-gyu in whatever he’s doing because Nam-gyu’s typically younger than he is and he’ll sob if he’s not included. Nam-gyu often distracts Seo-wan from what he’s doing, so Seo-wan usually just glares at him the whole time.

•Nam-gyu messes with Seo-wan’s favorite toys and his figures all the time. Seo-wan is always having to take his things away from Nam-gyu and swat his hands away. He doesn’t mind sharing his toys, but he doesn’t like how Nam-gyu just grabs what he wants. He needs to ask first.

•Despite the fact that they don’t always get along, they both get really upset when they’re away from each other. When Seo-wan’s in the psych ward, Nam-gyu often cries for him because he wants his brother. Seo-wan, in his delusions, goes around the ward and asks the nurses if they’ve seen his brother when he’s regressed.

•When they’re finally reunited, they are sobbing in each other’s arms and going on and on about how much they missed the other. Though, the next day they’re back to arguing with each other.

•Seo-wan sleeps a lot when he’s regressed, so Nam-gyu’s often trying to wake him up so they can play. Or, if he’s smaller, he’ll climb in his bed and sleep next to him.

•Nam-gyu also goes to Seo-wan’s room at night so he can sleep with him. He doesn’t like sleeping by himself, he’d much rather be with someone else. Seo-wan doesn’t mind, except for when Nam-gyu starts kicking in his sleep. That gets annoying quick.

•Nam-gyu typically triggers out Seo-wan’s regression. It’s not on purpose, but when Seo-wan sees Nam-gyu regressed, he often gets that fuzzy feeling and regresses along side of him. Nam-gyu’s the same way if he sees Seo-wan regressed.

•They love to color and draw together. Nam-gyu often copies whatever Seo-wan’s doing, so they usually have similar pictures. Only difference is that Seo-wan’s is much more neater.

Kim Seo Wan x fem!reader

18+ content ahead ! || in-heat behavior, grinding/ humping his leg, nuzzling his bulge, reader sucks his dick while he ignores her, studying while getting head, degradation and praise mix, mean nerd boyfriend seowan, oral (m!reciving), hair pulling, crying during sex, overstimulation, rough sex, light breeding kink, lowkey pussy drunk

It starts with the sound of his pen scratching paper.

The apartment is quiet except for that—a gentle tick of ink dragging across a notebook, the soft flutter of pages being flipped. Seo-wan sits on the floor by the coffee table, long legs folded, hair a little messy, wire-frame glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as he focuses on the dense Korean criminal law text in front of him. His lips are pursed, eyes flicking between paragraphs, scribbling annotations like he’s racing a clock.

He’s been like this for hours.

And you’ve been aching.

It hit earlier in the day, that hormonal fog—low in your stomach and dripping down your thighs. That warm, pulsing flutter of ovulation that turned everything into background noise except him. His voice, his neck, the way his long fingers tapped the table, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. It’s like your body recognized his before your brain did.

You’d tried being subtle. Sitting next to him, leaning against his shoulder, playing with his hair. You kissed his cheek and whispered, “Take a break?” and he didn’t even look at you—just muttered, “I can’t. I have two sections left.”

So now you’re here. On the carpet, on your knees between his legs, face inches from the fabric of his sweatpants. You nuzzle against the soft bulge of his cock like a cat, dragging your cheek against it with a low, needy breath, hoping he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

Not even a twitch. Not even a flinch. Just more flipping pages and adjusting his glasses.

You whimper softly, nuzzling harder this time. Your hands rest lightly on his knees, and your body rocks forward without thinking—rubbing your clothed core against his shin in little pulses, like your hips are trying to make the decision for you.

Nothing. Not a word. Just a long exhale from his nose like you’re annoying him.

You look up.

Seo-wan is still reading, brow furrowed. The muscles in his jaw twitch, tight, but he refuses to meet your eyes. His pen moves steadily over the page. Like you’re not even there.

You grind against his leg again, a little more desperately this time. Your panties are soaked, clinging, making each stroke against the firm curve of his shin more desperate, more pathetic. You can’t help the tiny gasping moan that slips from your lips.

Still, he doesn’t react.

Something about that makes your eyes sting—makes your mouth ache. You blink up at him and whisper, “Please…”

His only reply is the shuffle of a page turning.

So you reach up. Fingers trembling, you slowly work the drawstring of his pants loose. He still doesn’t stop you. Just keeps writing, jaw clenched like he’s pretending you aren’t slowly pulling his waistband down.

His cock flops free, not fully hard—just semi, thick and warm and twitching with a pulse that doesn’t match the tempo of his pen strokes. You stare at it, breath catching, then lean in and nuzzle again—this time skin to skin.

Still nothing.

That makes something in your chest ache and your cunt clench. You open your mouth, run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, gently nudge the head against your cheek, breathing him in like a starving thing.

You look up at him.

Finally, he glances down.

The glare he gives you is sharp, annoyed, cold—a quiet fury in his eyes like you’re not worth words. Then he looks away again. Just… dismisses you, goes back to writing like you’re beneath his attention.

You moan. Quietly. Almost like it hurts.

Your lips part around the flushed head of his cock and suck it slowly into your mouth. Inch by inch. You swirl your tongue, bob your head once, twice, letting spit dribble out onto his thighs, letting it get messy just so he’ll notice.

He doesn’t.

You’re drooling around his cock, making soft, wet noises as you hollow your cheeks, but Seo-wan keeps reading. Pen gliding. Glasses slipping. Occasionally he shifts his hips slightly—maybe to get more comfortable, maybe because he feels what you’re doing and chooses not to react.

You fuck yourself on his foot, your hips rocking mindlessly against the curve of his shin, panties pushed to the side now. You’re soaking him—making a mess of his leg while you suck him, but he just… won’t.

You gag slightly when he thickens in your mouth, and still, nothing. He’s getting harder. He knows. You know he knows. But he doesn’t speak. Doesn’t touch. Doesn’t stop.

You pull off, lips swollen and wet, panting, your voice a broken little plea:

“Wan… please… I need you.”

Nothing.

Just a tick of his jaw, another harsh exhale, and then—

The pen drops.

Your heart skips.

He finally looks down at you, cock wet and stiff between your lips, and his voice is cold when he finally speaks:

“You’re pathetic.”

You blink, pupils blown, mouth still parted around the head of his cock.

He sneers just slightly, and the sound of his chair creaking as he shifts forward makes your skin prickle.

“Grinding on my leg like a bitch in heat? While I’m trying to study?”

His voice drops to a whisper—dangerously low. “You couldn’t wait an hour?”

You whimper around him. Shake your head.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you down harder on his cock until your throat tightens and your eyes water.

“No. Of course you couldn’t. Filthy little thing can’t sit still for one fucking day.”

You choke slightly, spit dripping from your chin, but you keep sucking, keep moving your hips against his leg, chasing friction like a fever.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, staring down at you like you disgust him. “Otherwise I’d throw you out and lock the door.”

You moan around him, eyes rolling back, his words making your cunt pulse like it’s begging to be filled.

He uses your mouth like a sleeve—shallow, angry thrusts that make you gag, his grip in your hair unforgiving.

And then, just as suddenly, he pulls out.

You blink, dizzy, dazed, trying to reach for him, but he shoves you backward onto the carpet with a glare.

“Turn over.”

You do, hands braced on the floor, knees shaking.

You feel him kneel behind you. No foreplay. No teasing.

He drags your soaked panties down and pushes in all at once.

You scream.

There’s no warning. No stretching. Just the brutal, overwhelming stretch of his cock inside your dripping cunt as he slams in to the hilt.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he growls into your ear, one hand gripping your hip like a vice.

“To get ignored until I use you like a fucktoy?”

You nod frantically, face pressed to the carpet, drooling into the fibers.

“Say it.”

“I—I wanted it—” you whimper. “Wanted you to use me—please—”

“Disgusting,” he hisses, thrusting harder. “You were humping my leg. Fucking purring while I was working—”

The slap of his hips against your ass is merciless. Each thrust rocks your body forward.

You sob, moaning, clenching around him, barely able to breathe as he pounds into you.

“You gonna cum like this?” he taunts, voice sharp. “Humping the carpet like a dumb little animal? Letting me fuck you like you’re nothing?”

You nod, broken.

And then you do—cumming with a high, choked cry, your whole body spasming around him as your slick gushes down your thighs.

But he doesn’t stop.

“No. Not enough. Not done.”

You cry out, overwhelmed, clawing at the carpet, but he fucks you through it, slamming into your overstimulated body like he’s trying to knock the need out of you.

“One more.”

You sob.

“One more, or I’ll make it three.”

You cum again, weaker, twitching, shaking.

He grunts, low and rough, then finally buries himself deep and cums inside you—deep, hot spurts that fill your cunt as he groans through gritted teeth.

Then silence.

You pant on the floor, ruined, full, dripping.

He pulls out with a wet noise, wipes the tip of his cock on your thigh, and tucks himself back into his sweatpants.

You don’t move.

He adjusts his glasses, sits back at the table, picks up his pen.

“Go clean yourself up if you’re done making a mess.”

He doesn’t look at you again for the rest of the night.

Kim Seo-Wan x fem!reader

18+ content ahead! || brat taming, mean dom!Seo-wan, sweet to feral switch, edging, spitting, name-calling, begging, overstimulation, multiple rounds, soft aftercare, nerdy!Seo-wan, cockwarming, dumbification, light degradation

You were a bitch all day.

Not in the hot, teasing way you usually are. No—today it was something sharper. Petty. Nasty little comments while he held the door open for you, eye rolls when he tried to ask how your day was, sarcastic tones when he offered to carry your bag. He’d smiled through it like always, a little sheepishly, like maybe you were just tired.

Maybe you were.

But that didn’t explain why you snapped at him in the car, or why you scoffed when he offered to pick up dinner. It definitely didn’t explain why you pulled your phone out at the table when he tried to talk about the quiz he’d been studying for all week.

He didn’t fight you on it. He never did. Sweet Seo-wan, your gentle boyfriend with his glasses slipping down his nose and the shy smiles. He took it. Like always. Until you got home.

And pushed again.

“Are you seriously studying now?” you said from the bedroom doorway, voice loud and sarcastic. "It's almost midnight. You can't even give me five minutes?"

Seo-wan was on the floor, books spread around him, highlighter cap between his teeth. He paused, looking up at you with tired eyes. But even now, they were kind.

“I’ve got a mock exam in the morning,” he said carefully. “I’ll come to bed after one more chapter, I promise—"

You sighed dramatically and flopped onto the mattress, face-down. "Whatever. You’re obsessed. You care more about school than me."

There was a long pause. Long enough that you thought he was going to apologize like he always did. But instead, you heard the cap of his pen click.

Then silence.

You lifted your head. "What? No comeback?"

Still silent.

When you turned around, Seo-wan was staring at you. Really staring. His glasses were off, and there was something unreadable in his face. Tired, yes—but something else. Frustrated. Strained. A vein in his neck twitched.

Then, quietly:

"You’ve been acting like a brat all day."

You blinked.

He stood. Slow. Calm. His shadow stretched across the room as he approached. You felt the mattress shift when he climbed on, crawling toward you without breaking eye contact.

Your breath caught.

"I try to be nice to you," he murmured, grabbing your ankle and dragging you toward the center of the bed. "I study, I work hard, I let you walk all over me because I love you. But tonight—"

He leaned over you, breath hot against your cheek.

"—you’re gonna learn what happens when you push me too far."

His mouth hit yours like a threat—deep, tongue everywhere, taking what he wanted. You whimpered into it, already soaked, already tense.

Then he pulled back. Just enough to spit in your mouth.

"Swallow."

You did, and his eyes darkened.

"Good girl."

He ripped your shorts down your legs, bent you in half with zero effort, pushing your thighs to your chest and pinning them there.

"You like acting like a brat, huh?"

You opened your mouth—maybe to apologize, maybe to argue—but nothing came out. Just a shaky breath.

"You’re always mouthing off until I get you like this," he muttered, kissing the inside of your knee, dragging his tongue along your thigh. "Then suddenly you’re quiet."

His mouth hovered over your dripping cunt. Then—he blew on it. A cruel puff of air that made you twitch.

"You’re soaked," he mocked. "This what you wanted? To piss me off until I fuck the attitude out of you?"

His tongue flicked once—just once—and you jerked.

He chuckled. Then stopped touching you entirely.

"Not yet."

He edged you six times. Six.

Fingers rubbing your clit in slow, lazy circles, then suddenly pulling away, then slipping two fingers inside you, curling and stretching with precision.

But then, just as you start to beg, he slides his fingers from inside your dripping cunt to his mouth—slow, deliberate, sucking each digit clean with a wicked smirk.

"See? I’m not just a nerd," he said, voice low and mean. "I’m a freak too."

You gasped, trembling.

Every time you whined or begged, he’d push your thighs farther apart, make you spread yourself, watch you while you cried.

"You don’t deserve to come yet. You’ve been annoying, clingy, needy. You know how hard it is to focus with you acting like a spoiled little bitch all day?"

"Wan, please—"

"You’re just a hole right now."

You gasped.

"Yeah, baby. Just a warm, messy hole that doesn’t get anything until I’m done."

He finally slid his cock in while you were still begging. No warning.

You screamed.

He groaned at the tightness. "Look at you. You wanted this. Needed to be put in your place, huh?"

He fucked you with deep, punishing thrusts, holding your wrists above your head, breathing harshly against your neck.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"You—fuck, you, Seo-wan—"

"That's right. Nerdy boyfriend who studies all day owns this pretty little cunt."

He fucked you hard, then pulled out before you could come.

You sobbed.

He laughed softly. "You’re so easy to break. All that mouth, gone now. What happened, sweetheart?"

"Please, I need it—I need to come—"

"You’ll take what I give you."

He took you again. Bent over the desk this time, textbooks and notebooks pushed aside, your cheek pressed to a problem set covered in equations. His hips slammed into you, cock hitting that spot that made you cry out.

"Look at you, getting ruined right next to my study guide."

He tangled a hand in your hair, yanked your head back. Your jaw dropped open on instinct. He spit into your mouth again. You moaned.

"Good girl. Open and ready."

He pulled you onto the floor. Laid you flat. Thrusted slow and deep, letting you feel every inch.

"You’re going to stay stuffed tonight," he said, voice low and threatening. "I’m gonna fill you up and make sure you feel it for hours."

You nodded dumbly, eyes rolled back.

He slapped your clit.

"Answer me."

"Yes, yes—please, Wan—"

He pushed in again and finally, finally let you come. You convulsed around him, legs shaking, moaning his name like a prayer.

Then he kept going.

Three rounds later, he was still hard. Still mean. Still not done.

He pressed one hand to your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock inside you.

"So full of me. Such a good girl when you shut the fuck up."

You came again just from that.

By the final round, you were cockwarming him, dizzy, limp in his lap with your head on his chest while he whispered formulas into your ear. Every now and then, he’d grind into you again just to feel you whimper.

And when he came one last time—groaning low into your neck, whispering your name—he stayed inside you.

"Stay full," he murmured, tucking a blanket over your bare body.

You didn’t even have the strength to answer.

He kissed your forehead. Brushed hair out of your face. Softened.

"Rest, baby. You earned it."

He adjusted his glasses, pulled his notebook back into his lap, and started solving equations again—his cock still deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

You were ruined.

And you’d never interrupt his study time again.

boyyy we had a time last night😈🤤👅👅🗣

Gooner!Kim Seo Wan x innocent!fem!reader

18+ content ahead ! ||smut, cumplay, goonerism, virginity loss (sorta), guided masturbation, corruption kink, blowjob, praise, obsession

You were only joking when you said it.

Offhand. Casual. Curled up on his bed with your knees to your chest, one of your socks slipping halfway down your ankle.

“I don’t really get porn,” you said. “I mean, I’ve never watched it.”

Seo-wan had looked up from his laptop so fast you thought he pulled something.

“You’ve never—like, ever?”

You shook your head. “I mean, I know what it is. But… I don’t know. I’ve just never really needed to, I guess? I only know what they taught us in health class.”

His ears went red. He dropped his gaze to his keyboard.

“Oh,” he said, a little breathless. “That’s… cool.”

You didn’t think much of it at the time. He changed the subject.

But after that? He never forgot. Not for a second.

It takes about a week for him to crack.

You’re back at his place. It’s late, and he’s jittery, playing with the drawstring of his hoodie like he’s about to confess to murder. You can see the shine of his computer screen reflected in his glasses. It’s paused on some anime girl bent over a desk, pink ribbons and a gag in her mouth.

“Hey,” he blurts. “You still… like, haven’t watched anything?”

You blink at him. “What?”

“Porn. Stuff.” His voice cracks on the word. He clears his throat. “You said you never touched yourself before, right?”

You flush instantly. “I didn’t say that.”

“Okay, but like—implied it.” He shifts on the bed, chewing at his thumbnail. “I mean, I just… if you ever wanted to know stuff, like what people do or what it looks like or how to… y’know… feel good—”

He cuts off, rubs his palms on his thighs like he’s sweating.

“I could show you.”

You stare.

He fumbles. “I-I don’t mean like have sex! I just—like—show you what it is, what people like, what feels good, and—and you could ask questions or touch stuff—fuck, not me, unless you wanted—fuck—I mean—”

You giggle, and his face burns red.

“Okay,” you say softly. “You can show me.”

The room smells like body spray, stale lotion, and faintly of cum. You’re not sure how you know what that last one smells like, but you do. His monitor glows pink in the dark. There’s a hentai girl frozen on the screen, arms tied behind her back, tears streaming down her face.

Seo-wan clears his throat and skips to another video. You catch a glimpse of the title: Slutty Mage Gets Her Holes Stuffed Until She Can’t Speak. You gulp.

He looks at you shyly. “Is this… too much?”

You shake your head. Your thighs are pressed tight. “No. Just… intense.”

He exhales like he’s relieved. His mouse clicks again, and sound floods the room—wet slapping, squeals, moaning. He opens another tab. Then another. There’s a whole folder labeled Twitter Hentai. Another called Gooner Material Vol. 6.

“How much porn do you watch?” you whisper.

He pushes his glasses up his nose. “I’m a gooner, baby.”

You blink.

“I edge like, three times a day,” he says shamelessly, palming himself through his sweatpants. “Sometimes more. I don’t even nut half the time. Just like… get dumb and watch shit. Think about you.”

Your stomach flips. “Me?”

“You said you’d never touched yourself. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

He leans closer.

“Do you wanna try it?” he asks softly. “I’ll walk you through it. I’ll be good, promise. Just wanna see you feel good.”

You hesitate. Then slowly, you nod.

He starts by getting you comfortable. His desk chair’s rolled aside, and you’re sitting in his lap on the bed, knees apart, panties still on beneath your skirt. Hentai moans echo from the laptop. Seo-wan is hard under you—very hard—but not pushing. Just rubbing your back and murmuring in your ear.

“Start by rubbing here,” he says, guiding your hand down. You whimper when his fingers press yours against the center of your panties. It’s already warm. Wet.

“Oh,” you breathe.

He groans. “You’re so wet already, fuck. And you didn’t even know it?”

You shake your head.

He smiles, deranged. “Cute.”

He slides your fingers beneath the fabric, presses them to your clit.

“There. Right there,” he whispers. “Slow little circles. Like this—yeah, that’s it.”

You moan without meaning to. It’s overwhelming. Pleasure you didn’t know existed floods your core. He’s jerking himself off slowly beside you, breath hot against your neck.

“Good girl,” he pants. “Look at you. Fuck. Already twitching.”

“I-it’s a lot—”

“I know, baby. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. Just let it build. That’s your clit. She’s sensitive, huh? You’re doing so good for me.”

You rut into your own hand, shaky, moaning soft and high.

“Keep going. Wanna see you cream on those pretty fingers. C’mon, baby. Let go.”

It hits you out of nowhere—your whole body tightens, hips jerking, your thighs trembling as you cum for the first time in your life. Gasping. Stunned.

“Oh my god—!”

He growls. “There it is. Fuck, look at that.”

Your fingers twitch in the aftermath, slick and glistening.

Seo-wan grabs your wrist gently. Brings your hand to his mouth.

He moans when he licks it.

“Jesus fuck,” he groans, tongue dragging between your knuckles. “You taste so good. So fucking sweet. I’m gonna think about this every time I jerk off.”

Your head spins.

“Do you wanna see how I do it?” he asks hoarsely.

You nod.

He leans back, legs spread, cock flushed and leaking. “Watch closely, baby.”

He strokes himself slow at first, narrating for you like he’s teaching a class.

“You see this part? That’s the tip. It’s the most sensitive.”

“You gotta grip tight, but not too tight. Stroke down… then twist a little on the way up…”

“Fuck, just talking about it’s making me close.”

His abs flex. His thighs tremble.

He turns to you, voice wrecked. “Wanna taste?”

You blink. “Taste what?”

He strokes faster. “Me.”

You crawl down, hesitating. He guides your hand to the base of his cock.

“Start with licks,” he pants. “Just the tip. Yeah—fuck, baby, that’s perfect.”

You lick shyly, then again, bolder. His whole body shudders.

“Open your mouth for me. Just a little—mmph, fuck—that’s it. So fucking pretty.”

He thrusts shallowly into your mouth. You gag and he moans louder.

“Too much?”

You shake your head. “Wanna try again.”

“God, good girl. Take your time. You’re doing so fucking well for your first time. Didn’t know you’d be such a natural.”

You suck harder, letting your tongue glide along the underside. He’s falling apart, muttering “fuckfuckfuck” under his breath.

“Gonna cum—fuck, baby, you sure?”

You nod, eyes wide, mouth still full of him.

He spills seconds later with a loud, broken groan, hips twitching as he paints your tongue and lips. Some lands on your cheek. Your lashes.

“Fuck,” he gasps, chest heaving. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.”

After, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, flushed and dazed.

Seo-wan grins, eyes glassy behind his fogged-up glasses.

“…Wanna do it again?”

You laugh, breathless. “I think I might.”

He smiles.

“Baby, I’m ready when you are, just ask.”

A/n: Seo wan the typa dude to get caught by his homeboys commenting "sauce? 👀" under those vids on tiktok or ig reels w a clip of a hentai or porn in it💔

thighjob

thighjob pt.2

taking a break from studying to play w/ your tits (GIF)

just couldnt resist cumming in u

jerking him off while u play on ur phone

u cosplayed a bunnygirl for him

sucking ur tits while u jerk him off

asked u to cosplay his fav character

faceriding while jerking him off

helping him under the desk as he games

more under the desk help

taking his frustration out after 10 losses

shower sex

jerking him off thru his boxers

eating you out

tying him up n teasing him

jerking off thinking of u

i did NOT expect that many jerking off ones😭😭

Kim Seo-Wan x fem!reader smut

oral f! receiving, p in v, subby! seo wan, idk what else to put lowkey

It starts with flashcards.

Kim Seo-wan’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, hoodie sleeves pushed up, notebooks spread out, glasses slipping down his nose as he frowns at the sentence he’s trying to memorize.

“Um... t-the purpose of administrative law is to... regulate the relationship between... private citizens and—”

“—the government,” you finish for him, smiling.

He blushes. Again.

“R-Right. Sorry. You’re distracting.”

You arch a brow. “Me?”

He rubs the back of his neck, eyes dropping to your legs tucked under his blanket. “You’re just... really pretty when you’re being patient with me.”

Oh.

Your chest warms.

Seo-wan always says things like that. Soft, almost apologetic. Like he doesn’t even realize the way he makes your stomach flutter.

And you’re trying to be helpful—he’s been studying nonstop for the civil service exam for weeks—but the way he looks up at you every time he gets an answer right, like he needs your approval more than the correct score...

It does something to you.

You scoot closer. Lay a hand on his thigh. “You’re doing great, Wan.”

His breath catches. He stares. Eyes big behind his glasses, mouth parted, face flushing pink down to his neck.

You dont know how it happens but you don’t hesitate . You just lean in and softly press your lips against his.

His lips are soft. Hesitant at first, like he’s scared you’ll pull away—but when you don’t, he exhales shakily and melts into you. His fingers twitch on the floor. He makes this tiny whimper when your tongue brushes his, and you swear it goes straight between your legs.

When you climb into his lap, he lets out the softest moan you’ve ever heard.

“C-Can I…” he swallows, looking up at you like you’re the test he can’t pass. “Can I touch you?”

You guide his hand under your shirt and his whole body shudders.

It doesn’t take long before you’re laying back on his bed, thighs parted, watching him kneel between them like he’s seeing the divine.

“Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re so wet already…”

You nod. “You did that to me.”

He chokes. “F-Fuck.”

He lowers himself slowly, almost reverently, placing a kiss just above your clit like it’s sacred.

Then he licks you.

And moans.

His hips jerk into the mattress immediately, grinding down like he can’t help it, his tongue flattening over your slit, then flicking up to your clit in shaky little patterns as he pants into you.

You grip his hair. “Seo-wan…”

“‘M trying,” he whines softly. “I’m trying so hard. You taste s-so good—fuck, I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop—”

His voice is breathless, needy. He eats you out like he’s trying to memorize you now instead of laws and policies. Every whimper you make gets echoed with a deeper, more desperate moan from him.

He ruts harder into the bed. You glance down and realize—he’s soaked through his sweats. Precum has stained the fabric where he’s grinding against it like a gooner freak, and he hasn’t even touched himself with his hands.

“You’re such a mess,” you gasp, arching into his mouth.

“‘Cause it’s you,” he groans. “You’re perfect. You smell so good, taste even better—fuck, please cum, please cum on my face, I want it so bad—”

The filthy desperation in his voice sends you over.

You cum, thighs trembling around his head as he keeps sucking and lapping, moaning into your pussy like he’s possessed.

That’s when it happens.

He looks up at you — flushed, dazed, mouth and chin slick with your release — and something behind his eyes shifts.

He crawls up your body slowly, kisses you like he can’t breathe without it, and whispers:

“I need to be inside you right now. Please. I’ll go slow. I just—fuck—I need it. I need you.”

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

He doesn’t fumble now. He’s starving.

But when he pulls his sweats down and you see him fully for the first time, your breath catches. He’s… bigger than you expected. Long, thick, flushed, already leaking and twitching in his fist as he ruts against your thigh with a soft, broken moan.

You reach between you and wrap your fingers around him, smearing the precum down his length in slow, teasing strokes. His hips jerk.

“F-Fuck, that feels so good,” he pants, already trembling.

“Let me help,” you whisper.

You guide the thick tip to your entrance, and he nearly sobs when you line him up.

“Okay,” you say softly, locking eyes with him. “Now. Go slow.”

He pushes into you with a moan, hips shaking from the effort of holding back.

“Y-You’re so warm,” he chokes out. “You’re hugging me so tight—oh god, I think I’m gonna lose it—”

You kiss his jaw. “Go slow. I’m yours.”

He starts moving. Deep, smooth strokes that drag perfectly inside you, and the whole time he’s muttering—

“So soft, so good—fuck—you’re mine, right? Just mine? I want to fill you up. Wanna make you cum again. I’ll study twice as hard, I swear, just let me keep fucking you—”

You tighten around him. He gasps.

“You’re clenching so much,” he whines. “You like when I talk like that? You want me to be good or nasty? I can be both for you, I promise—”

“Wan, I’m close again—”

He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his cry and starts fucking you faster, chasing both your highs like he’s been training for this his whole life.

“Cum with me,” he begs. “Please, please—I’m cumming—!”

You both cum together—his hips stuttering as he shoots ropes into you, your body shaking—and then he collapses on top of you, panting, hugging you like you’re gonna vanish.

After a moment, he nuzzles your cheek and whispers

“…You’re still gonna help me study tomorrow, right?”

You laugh, breathless. “Only if you eat me out again when we take breaks.”

He blushes. But he nods.

“Deal.”

sigh seo wan i love you so much ill go slay that fire dragon with you💔

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