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dom amab reader x skz members (separately). basically just skz making a mess 😇, essentially just headcannons in a way.... minors, ageless, & fem aligned dni! ( bp version here ) !
BANGCHAN.
It had started with a lazy kiss. Just a brush of his lips against yours as you sat beside him on the couch, half-distracted by the TV. But Chan’s hand had wandered, creeping beneath your shirt, and yours had followed suit, trailing lower until he’d squirmed into your lap with a breathless, “Need more.”
Now he’s flat on the bed, arms stretched above him, wrists tied loosely to the headboard with his own hoodie sleeves. His thighs are shaking, cock flushed dark red and twitching against his stomach, already soaked and leaking onto his skin. You’ve been edging him for nearly an hour—touching just enough, then stopping, again and again.
“Fuck,” he whines, hips jerking up as your hand wraps around him again. “Please, I—I'm gonna—”
“Not yet,” you murmur, but your thumb swipes across the tip anyway, smearing precum down the shaft. Chan sobs under his breath, back arching, stomach tight.
His voice is wrecked when he begs. “I’ll make a mess—swear I will—I’ll ruin your sheets if you let me.”
That’s all it takes.
You stroke him with purpose now—slow but tight, dragging your hand up and twisting just beneath the head. Chan’s body reacts instantly, heels digging into the mattress, legs spreading wider, his whole body trembling.
“Please—please—fuck—!”
When he finally comes, it’s like you’ve broken something in him. His breath cuts out entirely as hot spurts of cum shoot up his chest, the first one so strong it lands on his neck, the rest painting his abs in thick ribbons. His entire lower half tenses and trembles as he rides it out, almost whimpering from the force.
You don’t stop until he’s whining your name, trying to squirm away from your still-moving hand, overstimulated and gasping, the mess dripping down his sides and onto the sheets just like he promised.
When you finally untie him, Chan melts into your chest, cock still twitching in aftershocks, skin flushed to the tips of his ears.
“…Told you I’d make a mess.”
MINHO.
Lee Know swears he’s not sensitive.
You’ve heard it a hundred times, even when his thighs are trembling and his back’s arching off the mattress, even when his hands are scrambling for your wrist as you jerk him off slow and mean.
But you know better.
He’s sprawled on the couch now, one leg thrown over your lap, pants long gone, and your mouth pressed tight to the underside of his cock. Your fingers stroke him in rhythm—steady, controlled, relentless.
He’s flushed everywhere. Neck, chest, tips of his ears. His voice comes out in broken whines as he grips the armrest behind him. “D-Don’t—don’t tease, I can’t—”
But you don’t stop.
“Feels too good?” you murmur, licking a stripe up to the head. “So sensitive you’re gonna cum just like this?”
He doesn’t answer, just nods, frantically, until the tension breaks all at once. He shudders hard, gasping as he cums with no warning—thick, messy spurts that catch on your knuckles and his stomach, splashing up with every twitch of your hand.
But he doesn’t stop—his cock keeps throbbing in your grip, more cum spilling out, soaking the fabric under his hips.
“S-Shit—” he whimpers, half-hiding his face in the crook of his arm. “Y-You made me—fuck, it’s so much—”
It takes several long seconds for him to stop shaking. You just grin and wipe your hand across his inner thigh, admiring the mess.
“You sure you’re not sensitive?”
He shoots you a look.
CHANGBIN.
He was just supposed to be riding your thigh.
Changbin loves it. Loves the burn of it, the pressure. The way you flex under him and grab his waist, murmuring praise right into his ear. He gets so into it, grinding faster and faster until his eyes roll back.
But tonight?
Something’s different.
You feel how soaked he’s gotten—his cock smearing precum everywhere as he whines under his breath. His hips are frantic, chasing more, his hands braced against your chest as he pants, “M’gonna cum, wait—fuck—”
You’re about to tell him to slow down—until you feel it.
Not just cum. A gush.
Hot, wet release shoots across your abs in heavy spurts, completely soaking your shirt as his cock twitches again and again. He’s shaking like he’s short-circuited, cumming so hard he squirts across your stomach and down your lap.
“Holy—Changbin.”
He collapses on your chest, breathing uneven, voice hoarse. “That’s… never happened before.”
You run your hand through his sweaty hair and smirk.
“Then let’s make it happen again.”
HYUNJIN.
He asked to try something new.
Hyunjin’s always shy about it—voice soft, lashes low. But tonight, he slips into your lap in the backseat of your car with no underwear on, pants already open, cock hard against his belly. The windows fog up fast.
“Ride me,” you whisper, hands gripping his hips.
He starts slow, gasping at the stretch, cock bouncing against your chest as he takes every inch. But it’s the rhythm—your hands guiding him, your praises warm in his ear—that breaks him open. His pace grows frantic, sloppy, desperate.
“Feels so full—too full—”
Then it happens.
A shudder ripples through him, and without even touching his cock, he squirts—a sudden, unexpected burst of hot cum splashing between your chests, ropes hitting your throat, your shirt, the dash.
He freezes, thighs trembling, face going red.
“I—I didn’t mean to—”
You groan, bucking up into him hard, loving how he clenches again. “You’re gonna do it again.”
And he does. His voice goes ragged as another weaker squirt sprays out, dripping down both your stomachs. You kiss his throat as he sobs into your shoulder, fucked dumb from pleasure.
HAN.
You find him on the couch of your shared home studio, face buried in his arms, headphones on, his cock already leaking against his thigh.
“I can’t focus,” he says when you nudge him.
You sit beside him and slip a hand between his legs. He gasps, hips jerking. “S’too much—been hard all day—thinking about you.”
It doesn’t take long before he’s straddling your lap, mouth open in a dazed moan as you fuck up into him. His cock drips precum constantly, leaving wet smears across your chest where it rubs.
Then he tenses.
“Ah—fuck, I’m—!”
You look down just as he squirts—thick, creamy release shooting from his cock with no warning. It sprays across your stomach in short, desperate bursts, a messy trail that doesn’t stop until he’s slumped forward, twitching with aftershocks.
He pants against your shoulder. “N-not done,” he mumbles.
And he isn’t. You feel him throb, leaking steadily as you thrust up into him, his body still eager to give more. The next release paints your chest again, less forceful but even messier, all while his cock stays untouched.
FELIX.
You’d stayed behind to help him close the café, and now his apron is bunched up around his waist as he straddles you on the back counter.
He’s flushed from exertion, freckles bright, cock twitching untouched while you grind into him. The moans he lets out are soft and melodic, full of whimpering pleas to go just a little harder, deeper, faster.
You reach between you both to stroke him—and he jerks, gasping.
“No—d-don’t—gonna—!”
His cock twitches again. Then he squirts.
The first stream hits your stomach, fast and sudden. The second splatters your chest. Felix chokes on a whine, trying to curl forward, but you hold him firm—making him take every inch while his cock pulses and spurts like it can’t stop.
“Fuck, baby,” you murmur, watching another gush leak down his shaft. “You really couldn’t hold it, huh?”
“I—mmnh—can’t help it,” he cries, face buried in your shoulder. “It just—keeps coming…”
It does. And you don’t stop thrusting until he’s boneless and dripping, twitching with overstimulated pleasure.
SEUNGMIN.
It’s the way he teases you during meetings, pretending to be focused while grinding just slightly in your lap. The way he says he’s “not needy” even as his cock leaks against his stomach the moment you unzip his pants.
By the time you’ve got him bent over your desk, Seungmin’s gasping for every breath.
You jerk him in time with your thrusts—quick, firm—and his voice breaks on a moan.
“I’m not—gonna—mmh—!”
But then his cock twitches wildly, and he squirts.
Not a dribble. A sharp, forceful burst that paints your desk and his shirt in ropes of cum. It doesn’t even stop right away—another squirt follows, and another.
“Fuck, Seungmin—” you mutter, stunned at the sheer volume.
He’s trembling under your hands, panting so hard he sounds on the verge of tears. “I didn’t mean to—it just—hhnn—!”
You keep fucking him through every spurt, the wet slick sounds of his orgasm spurring you on until he’s slumped and shuddering against the wood.
JEONGIN.
He’d asked for this—whispered it into your neck the night before, blushing like mad. “Can you make me lose control? Like... for real?”
So today, you had him tied to the bed. Nothing too intense—just soft cuffs around his wrists, spread wide and aching for it.
You’d edged him once. Twice.
Now, he’s barely coherent. His cock’s flushed purple, leaking nonstop. He’s crying a little, babbling things even he doesn’t understand.
“P-Please… wanna cum… pleaseplease—”
You fuck into him hard, wrap your hand around his cock just once, and—
He squirts.
A thick, sudden burst shoots up his stomach and hits his chest, Jeongin choking on a gasp as more follows. It’s messy. Loud. His cock jerks with every pulse, and it doesn’t stop after the first round. Another shot. Then another.
When you finally pull out and let him rest, he’s soaked and shaking, eyes wide.
“...Was that—normal?” he asks, voice hoarse.
You just smile. “You tell me.”
a/n : whoever said i was posting to distract y'all from the long awaited skz @ work series is LYING... its happening trust!
dom amab reader x skz members (separately). obviously based on how they'd squirt, no questions. minors, ageless, and fem aligned dni! ( normal version here ) !
BANGCHAN.
You'd just gotten home from a long day, expecting peace—but the second you step through the door, Chan’s already in front of the bedroom mirror, legs trembling where he’s bent over, fully naked with one of your t-shirts clinging to his chest, damp from sweat and nerves. His fingers are stuffed inside himself, dripping wet, pushing in and out with an almost feverish pace.
“You were taking too long,” he huffs breathlessly, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “And I—I needed to—”
He doesn't even finish the sentence. You’re behind him in seconds, dragging his fingers out of his slick pussy and replacing them with your cock. Chan gasps—loud and sharp—back arching like you’ve shocked him.
“So desperate you started without me?” you growl, hands gripping his hips as you push in deep. “You wanted to squirt all over the floor before I even touched you?”
“No—! I mean—” He’s already clenching down on you, soaking wet. “I was gonna wait—was gonna save it for you—!”
“Bullshit.”
You start pounding into him, the mirror rocking in its frame as Chan’s cries turn high-pitched. His knees buckle with every stroke, dripping all over your thighs and the floor, soaked to the point of shame.
“Fuck, fuck—‘m gonna—!”
“Let go,” you command, one hand snaking between his legs to rub his puffy clit. “Let me see how messy you get when you come on my cock.”
He sobs as his body convulses, squirt gushing in pulses down his thighs, spraying onto the mirror, the floor, your stomach. His pussy clenches erratically around you as you fuck him through it, and when he finally slumps forward, panting and ruined, the mirror fogged up in front of him, you lean in close.
“Next time, you wait like a good boy.”
MINHO.
It always happens when he rides you.
Lee Know’s control is impeccable—until he loses it. And he always does, right around the fourth time his hips sink down and your cock grazes just the right spot inside him.
Tonight, he’s wearing nothing but one of your button-downs, halfway undone, collar hanging off his shoulder, and his knees are planted on either side of your thighs as he bounces with precision. Controlled. Tight. Beautiful.
But his pussy is messy already—slick dripping down his inner thighs, lips swollen around your cock, clenching harder the more praise you give.
“Feels so good when you ride me, baby. So greedy.”
He bites his lip, hard. He always pretends he’s unaffected.
Until you grab his hips and start fucking up into him.
That’s when it changes.
Lee Know claws at your chest, whining sharp and breathless as you hit deep and fast, rocking into him hard enough to make his thighs tremble. “N-no, not like that—gonna—!”
You smirk. “Gonna what?”
The sound that rips from his throat doesn’t even sound human. His whole body jerks, and then you feel it: wet, hot, sudden.
He squirts around your cock, his pussy fluttering violently as clear fluid sprays across your stomach and the sheets beneath him. He’s gasping, eyes unfocused, barely riding it out as you keep thrusting.
The second stream comes just a few seconds later, shorter but somehow messier, dripping down your thighs and the backs of his.
He collapses forward, panting into your shoulder.
“...Don’t say a word.”
But you feel him clench again just as your cock twitches inside him—like he wants to do it again.
CHANGBIN.
It starts with his legs shaking.
Changbin always tries to act tough—cocky even—when you fuck him. Even now, he’s on all fours on your bed, looking back over his shoulder with that bratty little grin, pussy already twitching around your cock like it’s starving.
“You like watching it suck you in, don’t you?” he pants, hips rolling back with each thrust. “Bet you couldn’t last without this—”
You slam in deeper, and his words crumble into a gasped moan.
But it’s only when you pin his hips down and really give it to him—hips slapping fast, low angle hitting that spongey spot deep inside—that the brat act falls apart. His hands claw at the sheets. His voice breaks.
“Wait—fuck, it’s—too—!”
Then you feel it.
His whole body trembles as slick bursts around your cock in a sudden gush, soaking your thighs and the sheets under him. His pussy squirts, uncontrollable and messy, clear fluid spraying as he lets out a low, broken cry.
You pull out just slightly, watching him flutter, then sink back in hard—earning another rush, a weaker one, but his body reacts the same. Wrecked. Boneless.
You smack his ass, grip tight. “So greedy you squirted all over me.”
He hides his face in the pillow. “Y-You were hitting it too good.”
You’re already sliding back in, unrelenting.
“That’s the point.”
HYUNJIN.
Hyunjin’s always been a romantic.
He makes everything feel like a performance—arched back, flushed skin, that theatrical cry every time your cock hits deep. But tonight, it’s different. No velvet sheets or candlelight. Just the harsh clatter of your belt buckle as you fuck him over his own drafting table.
“F-fuck—you’ll ruin it,” he gasps, voice high and fluttering as his sketchpad tumbles off the edge.
He shouldn’t have worn that sheer, silky robe. Shouldn’t have bent over and whispered that he “needed inspiration.” Now your cock’s buried to the hilt in his tight, soaked pussy, and Hyunjin’s practically melting—legs trembling, chest pressed to torn sketches of himself.
You tug his hair, angling him deeper. “What’s the real inspiration, baby?”
His answer is a breathless moan—then his whole body locks up.
He squirts.
A sudden, hot stream gushes around your cock, soaking your thighs, the table, dripping to the floor. His moans are shattered, hand grasping for nothing as the squirting pulses with each deep thrust you give him.
“Y-you're making me—again—!”
And he does. A second gush, weaker but messier, his pussy clenching greedily, wet and twitching around you.
You grab his waist and fuck through it all, growling into his ear, “You’ll be my masterpiece by the time I’m done.”
HAN.
It always happens when he’s overstimulated.
Jisung’s got one hand clawing the sheets and the other fisted in your hair, his legs shaking around your waist as you piston into his soaked pussy. He’d already cum twice—both times loud, messy, begging—but you didn’t stop. He told you not to.
“W-want you to break me,” he’d whispered, tongue dragging along your jaw, still leaking from his second orgasm.
Now he’s folded nearly in half, toes curled, body flushed to his ears, and when you shift his knees higher and grind in deep—he lets out this pitchy, startled moan.
Then squirts.
It’s sudden—a high, wet splatter against your abdomen, his pussy spasming wildly around you. Another gush follows, just from your slow grind, soaking his inner thighs and making a slick mess of the sheets beneath him.
He pants, eyes hazy and teary. “A-again—please, fuck, I’m—!”
You hush him, thumb swiping through the slick between his thighs, teasing his puffy entrance until he’s leaking more. He twitches, thighs clamping shut, but you ease them open again.
“Gonna keep going ‘til you drench this bed, baby.”
FELIX.
Felix is so sensitive after cuddling all morning, cheeks pink from soft kisses and whispered praise. You’re slow at first—hips grinding into him from behind while he lays curled on his side, gripping the pillow with one hand and your wrist with the other.
His pussy makes the filthiest sounds, clenching down with every gentle thrust, fluttering when you brush just the right spot.
“I—I feel funny,” he whimpers, his voice barely above a breathy moan.
And then it happens.
A sudden gush of wetness spills from him, soaking the sheets between his thighs. He squeaks, thighs trembling. “Oh my god—what was that—!”
You still inside him just long enough to glance down. The sheets are drenched, and your cock’s completely coated with slick. He’s panting, dazed.
“Baby,” you murmur, thumbing the dripping mess from his inner thigh, “you squirted all over me.”
Felix covers his face with both hands, whining, “Don’t say it like that—!”
But his pussy clenches again when you slide back in. Another warm gush follows, and this time you both moan through it.
SEUNGMIN.
He always puts on that defiant front—rolling his eyes when you tell him to ride you, claiming he’s “not that desperate.”
But tonight?
He’s the one bouncing in your lap like he’s trying to win something. Hands gripping your shoulders, hair sticking to his temple, pussy swallowing your cock down to the base every time. You’re barely even helping—just sitting back, letting him use you.
And then…
“Wait—nghh—don’t—!”
It hits so fast he can’t stop it. Seungmin’s pussy flutters violently and then gushes, warm and sudden, a high-pitched whimper escaping him as slick spills between your thighs.
“Oh my god,” you groan, gripping his hips as more wetness coats your lap.
Seungmin stares down at the mess he’s making, stunned, lips parted. His thighs are soaked. Your abs are glistening.
“…Shut up,” he mutters, flushed ear to ear, even as his pussy clenches again.
You thrust up into him just once—and he squirts again, harder.
JEONGIN.
You knew Jeongin was sensitive. He got shy even when you kissed his neck. But once he finally let you fuck him—nervous fingers curled into your sheets, begging you to be slow—you realized just how sensitive he really was.
His pussy sucked you in like it was made for you. Wet, tight, and fluttering so much you had to pause and breathe through it.
“D-Don’t stop, please,” he whined, voice trembling.
And when you reached down to thumb at his clit, still buried deep inside him—he screamed.
You barely registered it at first. The sudden splash of warmth. His hips twitching uncontrollably. It wasn’t until he sobbed and tried to close his legs that you realized:
He was squirting. Hard.
“Fuck, Jeongin,” you gasped as his cunt gushed again, coating your thighs, the sheets, everything.
He looked dazed—pussy dripping, mouth parted, eyes glossy as he whined, “I didn’t mean to, I—I can’t stop…”
You kissed his temple and didn’t stop either.
a/n : ngl this reminds me of my cockdrunk skz ask i answered (go check that out, it recently hit 1k notes tysm!!).
XLOV MASTERLIST (yall know the drill... no links are wips)
OT4!
GIMME ENERGY!
YOUR ONE AND ONLY
WUMUTI!
🩷 SAY IT AGAIN! (NOONA) — “Say it,” you order. “Tell me what you are.” He swallows hard, breath stuttering. “I’m—fuck—I’m your noona,” he chokes out, eyes fluttering as he trembles beneath you.
tw : sub maknae line (separate) x dom amab reader (& twt porn links fitting each scenario). reader is a jerk/a lil mean. semi-public setting (studio; jisung), grinding/frottage (jisung), exhibitionism/voyeurism, recording during sex/sex tape (jisung), pet names/name calling ('baby, bitch, slut, toy'; jisung, 'baby, toy, good little thing/good boy'; felix, 'pretty boy, tiny little thing'; seungmin, 'baby'; jeongin), dumbification, unprotected sex, use of lube, praise & degradation, minor overstim, mirror sex (felix), size/length kink (felix & seungmin), strength/muscle kink (felix & seungmin), minor size difference, subspace (felix), minor feminization (use of 'pussy'; felix), minor breathplay (felix), belly bulge (felix & jeongin), d/s dynamics, could be seen as brat taming (seungmin), vanilla → rough (jeongin). minors, ageless, & fem blogs dni 🪽 !!
HAN & reverse cowgirl. (i thank my man for inspiring this).
“Don’t turn it off.”
Your voice was quiet but firm—low enough to buzz against Jisung’s spine and make him shiver.
“Hyung,” he whined, shifting on your lap with a breathy gasp as your cock pressed harder between his ass cheeks, thick and hot and so close. “The mic’s still—still on... what if—”
“Then maybe you’ll learn to stop teasing me while I’m mixing,” you muttered, biting down on the crook of his shoulder. “Now grind, baby.”
Jisung’s hands trembled as they gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white under the dim studio lights. The room smelled like sweat, tension, and barely restrained arousal—his shorts discarded across the floor, shirt halfway off, and his twitchy thighs spread open over your lap as you guided his hips with firm hands.
“Can’t even sit down properly,” you taunted, dragging your cock along his twitching rim, teasing it open but never breaching. “Too tight for me to just slide in, huh?”
He whined, long and low, his breath catching in the mic.
“Hyung—please—I can’t take it,” he gasped, dropping his head back against your shoulder, the slope of his throat trembling as he swallowed. “I need it, I need it so bad—”
“Oh, now you need it?” You rolled your hips just enough to make him cry out again, the pressure of your cock splitting his cheeks and pressing right against his rim. “You were fine mouthing off earlier. Now look at you. Can’t even sit down without whining like a little bitch.”
Jisung whimpered, grinding harder—slippery precum from his cock already staining the soft material of his shirt as it bunched beneath him. You didn’t stop him. You let him rut against you like a needy animal, barely holding back from sinking down on your cock, forced to ride the tease until he couldn’t take it anymore.
The mic blinked faintly in the corner—still recording—picking up the lewd squelch of spit and lube smeared between his cheeks, the faint slap of skin-on-skin, and every breathy, broken moan spilling from Jisung’s lips.
“Say it,” you growled in his ear. “Say what you are.”
“I’m—ah—I’m your slut,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as you finally let your tip breach him, just barely. “I’m your little ride toy, hyung—please, please let me sit on it—!”
You smirked, thrusting your hips up sharply—just once—and that was all it took. Jisung screamed, high and raw and wet as your cock finally split him open, burying halfway inside before you held him there with one hand gripping his waist tight enough to bruise.
“You’re loud,” you hissed, voice thick with lust. “The whole street probably heard that. Gonna give them a whole show?”
He was too far gone to answer. His mouth hung open, eyes glassy, face burning red as you started bouncing him on your lap—your thick cock dragging inside him, punching gasps out of his lungs that bounced off the studio walls and fed back into the mic.
“Gonna ruin your precious audio, baby,” you chuckled, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “Hope you saved a clean version before I made you stupid.”
“Fffuck—hyung I’m gonna cum—!”
Your hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping it in time with each bounce, each obscene squelch of your cock stretching his greedy, spasming hole.
“Cum for me, baby,” you growled. “Let them hear how you fall apart on my cock.”
He shattered. His back arched, hips stuttering, cock painting his shirt and stomach in streaks of white as his hole spasmed and clamped down hard—squeezing you like a vice. You kept thrusting, chasing your own high, pounding into him while he writhed and babbled incoherently in your lap.
You came with a low groan, hips snapping up one final time, spilling hot inside him as he trembled from overstimulation, still trying to ride out every aftershock.
The mic beeped.
Still recording.
FELIX & headlock. (honestly i wouldve gave seungmin headlock based on recent changmin interactions... but felix has always loved muscles).
“Look at you.”
Your voice was a low rumble against his ear, chest pressed to his back as he sat flush in your lap—legs trembling, hole stretched wide around your cock. “You see yourself, baby?”
In front of the bed stood a mirror, full-length, angled perfectly. And in that reflection, Felix was a mess.
Your thick arm curled around his neck in a snug headlock—firm enough to keep him still, not tight enough to choke—your bicep bulging beside his cheek, veins prominent against flushed skin. His hands scrambled weakly at your wrist, not to fight, but to hold on, brain spinning and cock leaking against his belly as you bounced him on your cock like he weighed nothing.
His moans were breathless, his deep voice wrecked and shaky. “H-Hyung… s’too big—m’so full, I can’t—”
“You can,” you growled, snapping your hips up again. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, Felix’s thighs trembling as your cock drove in deep—so deep—hitting a spot that made his toes curl and his voice hitch.
“Ahn—fuck—fuck…!” He slurred, mouth slack, freckles dark against his flushed cheeks, eyes fluttering open only to watch himself in the mirror and fall apart again.
“That’s it,” you praised, your grip flexing just slightly around his throat, just enough for him to gasp and choke on a moan. “You feel that, yeah? Feel how tight you are around me? Squeezing like your pussy was made for this cock.”
His brain short-circuited.
You felt the way his entire body shivered in your arms—his head lolling back against your shoulder, hands falling limp, mouth opening and closing like he didn’t even have the words anymore.
“Can’t think,” he mumbled, eyes glassy. “M’head feels all fuzzy—too good, hyung—too good…”
You chuckled darkly, licking a stripe up his neck before biting gently at his earlobe.
“That’s my good boy,” you muttered, thrusting up again and watching his body jolt in the mirror. “Look at how dumb you get when I fuck you right. All that bratty mouth gone, and now you’re just a little cockdrunk toy in my arms.”
Felix moaned, loud and wrecked and absolutely gone.
The squelch of your cock fucking up into him was obscene—his hole stretched around you, dripping slick and so damn tight you could barely hold back. He bounced with each thrust, guided by your arm and your hips and the sheer strength you used to hold him exactly where you wanted.
“Feel how deep I am?” you whispered, pressing a hand to his belly where your cock bulged faintly. “Feel me all the way in your guts, baby?”
Felix let out a broken sob, eyes rolling back, legs shaking violently as you jerked him down hard on your cock—and kept him there, buried to the base, grinding slow and deep while your grip held him steady.
“M’gonna—!” he cried, tears slipping from his lashes, freckles soaked and glowing under the dim light. “Hyung, I’m—!”
“Cum on my cock,” you commanded, flexing your arm around his neck again as your free hand gripped his leaking cock and pumped once, twice—
He screamed.
His body convulsed as he came, untouched for so long, the shock so strong it made him shake. His hole fluttered violently around you, clenching down like it didn’t want to let go, and your control snapped.
You thrust up into him one last time, cock buried to the hilt, and came with a feral groan—filling him deep, flooding him while he collapsed in your arms, trembling and twitching, head resting against your bicep like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
In the mirror, you saw it all—your cock stuffed inside him, cum dripping out slowly, and Felix’s fucked-out, bliss-drunk expression.
“Such a good little thing,” you murmured, kissing the shell of his ear. “Can’t even move now, huh?”
He let out a tiny hum, lips curled in a lazy, cockdrunk smile.
“Good. You’re not going anywhere.”
SEUNGMIN & (up) against the wall.
“You always talk too much.”
Your voice came low and biting, teeth brushing his jaw as his back hit the cold wall with a dull thud. Seungmin gasped softly, breath catching, but his glare was defiant—sharp and narrow, like he still had something to prove.
He always did.
“I'm just saying, if you knew how to use your dick properly, maybe I wouldn’t need to keep correcting you all the time,” he spat, voice all smug as his hand slid up your chest, nails dragging just enough to rile you.
You laughed. Just once. And then you lifted him.
His legs wrapped around you instinctively—always quicker to react than to admit it—but his cock twitched the second your palm gripped his ass and your other hand slipped under the waistband of his compression shorts. Still warm from dance practice, his body slick with sweat and his hole already fluttering against your fingers like he knew what was coming.
“You were saying?” you grunted as your cock slid into him in one brutal thrust, forcing his back to arch, his head to snap back against the wall with a quiet thump.
He choked.
His hand flew to your shoulder, nails digging in, and then—bite. Teeth sank into your flesh like he was trying not to scream.
“Mmff—!”
But it wasn't enough. You felt every little noise vibrate against your skin: the helpless whimper, the stuttered breath, the pathetic groan when your cock bottomed out and stayed there. Pressed balls-deep, his legs locked around your waist, sweat-slicked thighs trembling on either side of your hips.
“You like running your mouth so much,” you growled into his ear, fucking up into him again—deep, slow, mean. “But you’re always the first to fold.”
“Shut—ahh—shut up—” he hissed, but his voice cracked right through the middle. He was clinging to you now, fists bunched in your shirt, his knees knocking as the thick head of your cock dragged along his inner walls, punching into that sweet spot every single time.
You ground your hips against his ass and he whined again, louder.
“You're so small like this,” you teased, your lips brushing his ear as you pistoned your hips into him—harder now, faster. “Tiny little thing all stuffed full, legs shaking, cock leaking without me even touching it. This what you call being in charge, Seungmin?”
“F-fuck you—”
“Already am.”
He bit you again, harder this time, but it was all bark. His body gave you the truth: the way he clenched around you, trembling like he was one thrust away from begging. The wet slap of your hips against his ass echoed in the empty hallway, drowning out every quiet grunt he tried to hide in your neck.
You adjusted your grip on his thighs and thrust harder—more relentless, brutal, hips crashing up into him like you wanted to split him open.
And then he whimpered—raw, caught-off-guard, so fucked-out he couldn’t stop himself.
“Yeah,” you rasped, voice thick with lust, “There’s the real you.”
His eyes fluttered open, glassy and half-lidded, lips swollen from biting down too hard. “D-don’t stop—” he whispered, barely audible over the slap of skin and the wet squelch between his thighs. “Please—just don’t—”
You didn’t.
You slammed into him again, fucking him deeper, chasing that weak little sound he’d let slip, pounding up into his guts until he was practically bouncing in your hold. His cock was smeared with precum between your stomachs, untouched and leaking like crazy.
You kissed his jaw, sucked on the skin just below his ear.
“I’m not stopping until you’re crying, pretty boy. Want everyone who walks by to know who really owns you.”
And judging by the way Seungmin’s walls clenched hard around your cock, like he was seconds from cumming, he wanted that too.
JEONGIN & mating press.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Jeongin’s whole body shuddered at the praise, arms wrapped tight around your neck like he was trying to hold onto something real. Something solid—something not the overwhelming pressure of your cock buried balls-deep inside him, pushing his legs up and folding him in half.
You’d been fucking him slow, deep, controlled. Not rough—not yet. Just enough to make his thighs tremble and his eyes roll back every time your hips rolled down, dragging over that soft, gummy spot that made him clench around you.
“A-ah—” his voice cracked, high and desperate, breath hitching as he blinked up at you, pupils blown wide. “F-feels good—feels too good—”
“You can take it,” you whispered, one hand gripping his thigh while the other smoothed over his belly, down to the spot bulging faintly with your cock. You pressed there, just a little.
He gasped—legs twitching, hole fluttering around you.
His cheeks were flushed pink, sweat starting to bead at his temples, soft brown hair sticking to his forehead. He looked fucked, even though you hadn’t even gone that hard yet—just slow and steady, the kind of fucking that sank in, made him feel everything, filled him up until he forgot anything existed outside your cock and the sound of your voice.
“You were so shy when we started,” you murmured, bending forward to kiss the corner of his lips. His knees were pressed almost to his chest, ankles hooked over your shoulders—completely open, completely yours.
“Thought you didn’t want this,” you teased.
“I-I didn’t—” he whined, shaking his head—but the way he moaned when you fucked in just a little deeper betrayed him.
Your thumb rubbed his cheek gently, his eyes fluttering half-shut.
“But now you’re taking it so well. Letting me fold you up and fill you nice and deep. Letting me ruin you.”
“‘M not ruined—” he whispered, breathless, but his cock twitched helplessly between you, leaking onto his stomach.
You smirked. “No?”
And then you thrust.
Hard.
Deep.
His head flew back, mouth dropping open in a broken cry as you fucked into him harder now—relentless and sweet, the kind of rhythm meant to make him fall apart beneath you. Your grip tightened on his thighs, holding him in place while you drove into him again and again, wet heat clenching and fluttering around your cock.
“You love this,” you rasped. “Love being folded in half, stuffed full, letting me watch every little expression you make.”
He blinked up at you, dazed, lips trembling. “W-wanna be good—want you to feel good—”
“You do,” you whispered, leaning close. “You feel perfect. Gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want me to cum deep in this pretty little hole?”
“Y-yes—!”
You grinned, voice low and thick with want. “Then take it, baby. Take every inch and don’t dare let me go.”
a/n : nobody asked for this, but yk since my last anon admitting they were too shy to directly comment on one of my side works, i just thought 'hey maybe someone feels that way too but instead they just have no courage to say anything' so here it issss. do y'all like the hyung line or the maknae line more? (i may have spoiled the maknae line a tad bit more than the other, but i have my reason!).
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i'm too shy to comment on the post itself, but I gotta tell you that your seongje smut was amazinggg I reread it regularly! 🔥
i understand loll, and im glad you still had the courage to tell me in some way! i fully credit the og author on ao3 for giving me inspiration to write a similar scenario. weak hero was a great series, and after reading the original, it's still a favorite of mine. can likely see myself writing more for the fresh fanbase.
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tw : sub hyung line (separate) x dom amab reader (& twt porn links fitting each scenario). hard thoughtttttt because i have no genuine motivation for an actual drabble/fic. reader is kind of a jerk (like genuinely mean), feminization kink (use of pussy, cunt, tits, 'good girl'; chan), nipple play (chan receiving), breeding/fertility kink (chan wants to get knocked up), name calling ('slut'; chan & minho), risky setting (practice room ... woah is that a drabble reference??; minho), exhibitionism (minho, changbin & hyunjin), spit as lube (minho), light degradation (minho), name calling ('fuckdoll', 'toy'; minho), hair pulling (minho), minor d/s dynamics (minho), power play (changbin), size/power difference (changbin), slight degradation (changbin), minor humiliation (changbin), name calling ('bitch', 'cumdump'; changbin), minor overstimulation (changbin), mirror play (hyunjin), prettiness kink (you degrade and praise him for how pretty he looks taking dick; hyunjin), semi-public setting (doing allat in the backstage dressing room; hyunjin), name calling ('whore', 'cumdump', 'slut'; hyunjin), minors, ageless, & fem blogs dni 🪽 !!
BANGCHAN & riding/cowgirl.
You barely had time to lock the door before Chan was tugging you onto the bed, shirt half-off, hair a mess from his fingers fisting it in frustration. He’d been insufferable all day—flushed every time you so much as glanced at his chest, legs rubbing together under the studio desk. You knew the signs. He was in one of those moods again.
Now he was straddling your lap, pretty thighs caging you in, your cock already aching against his rim. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day, Chan.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he gasped, breathless and already grinding his hips against your length. “You’re the one who keeps staring at my tits like they’re yours to touch.”
“Oh? You mean these?” You brought your hands up to his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples through the sheer tank top he hadn’t bothered to take off. They were already swollen, begging for attention, and the way his breath hitched when you circled them slowly had your cock twitching.
“You wear slutty little things like this and expect me to behave?” you teased, flicking one nipple with your tongue before sucking hard, earning a high-pitched moan. “You wanna be bred like a good girl, don’t you?”
Chan whimpered, rutting down harder against your cock, spreading himself open with a slick squelch as the lube you’d applied earlier clung to both of you. “Yes—fuck—yes, please hyung.”
His voice cracked on the last word, need overtaking whatever was left of his dignity. You lined your cock up, watching his hole twitch with anticipation before you gripped his hips and pulled him down—slow, thick, stretching. He cried out, legs shaking as the head popped inside, his back arching beautifully.
“So needy,” you muttered, letting him sink down inch by inch, both of you groaning at how tight and hot he felt. “You think you deserve to be filled, slut?”
“I-I do,” he gasped, nails digging into your shoulders as he bottomed out, body trembling in your lap. “I’ve been good—been waiting all week—hyung please, fuck me like you wanna knock me up.”
You almost lost it right there.
Gripping his hips, you started guiding him into a steady rhythm, watching his pretty chest bounce with every movement. His nipples peeked through the tank, damp from your tongue, and you couldn’t help but mouth at them again—biting, licking, sucking.
“You’d take it, wouldn’t you?” you growled into his chest, hips snapping up as he bounced harder, sweat dripping from his temples. “Let me fuck a baby into you. Get that bratty little cunt bred full—”
“Yes! Yes, please!” Chan sobbed, riding you with reckless abandon now, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Wanna be full—wanna be yours—please, hyung, make me yours—”
His cock bounced untouched between you, leaking thick strings of precum with every thrust. You brought your mouth to his again, silencing his moans with a kiss, all tongue and teeth while your hands slid up his back and grabbed two full handfuls of ass.
“Take it,” you growled into his mouth, burying your cock deeper, faster. “Take every drop like a fucking good girl.”
That’s what did it.
Chan’s legs locked tight around you, his body convulsing as his cock shot hot, sticky cum all over both your stomachs, staining the tight fabric of his tank top. His hole clenched hard around you, milking your cock as you gritted your teeth and slammed up one more time—
And came.
Your hips stuttered violently as thick ropes of cum filled him, his body jerking with each pulse, his head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream.
You watched as it leaked back out around your cock, dripping down onto your thighs. His body collapsed forward, still twitching, his ruined tank top clinging to his chest, soaked in sweat and cum.
MINHO & bent over a surface/table.
Minho stretched in front of the mirror, arms above his head, a thin sheen of sweat glistening along his collarbones. His black compression shorts clung so tight it was obscene—high on his thighs, hugging the swell of his ass, the outline of his cock faint but impossible to ignore. He caught your eyes in the reflection and smirked.
“You’ve been staring since warm-ups, hyung,” he said lazily, rolling his shoulders.
You didn’t bother denying it. Minho had a way of making himself the center of gravity in any room—confident, smug, dripping with appeal—and the tightness of those shorts had you dangerously close to snapping since he first stepped in.
As he crossed the studio to grab his water bottle from the table, he didn’t bend naturally. He presented, ass jutting out just enough to be deliberate. When you didn’t move right away, he peeked over his shoulder and gave a soft, knowing pout.
“Well? You gonna keep looking or do something about it?”
That was all the invitation you needed.
You crossed the room in two strides, grabbing his hips and grinding your already half-hard cock against the heat of him. He gasped softly, hands bracing against the tabletop. You didn’t waste time—hooked your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down, revealing smooth skin, tight muscle, and a twitching, needy hole just barely hidden between his cheeks.
“Fucking slut,” you muttered, voice low as your fingers parted him. “Walking around the studio dressed like this? You wanted me to fuck you.”
Minho shivered. “Maybe I like the idea of getting caught,” he whispered.
That made you growl. With no time for prep, you spit between his cheeks, letting it run down his hole while he whimpered and pushed his hips back into you. Your cock twitched against the fabric of your sweats.
You lined up with him, spit barely enough to ease the slide, but Minho was already trembling in anticipation.
“Keep your hands on the table,” you ordered, grabbing his hips and driving your cock into him in one slow, brutal push.
“Ah—fuck!” he hissed, back arching beautifully as you bottomed out. His hole clenched around you, tight and slick with spit and sweat. You barely gave him time to adjust before you pulled back and slammed in again, hard enough to jolt the table forward.
Minho moaned loud—too loud.
“Keep it down,” you hissed, hand shooting out to cover his mouth as you fucked him deeper. “You want the boys to hear how slutty you sound when you get dicked down?”
He nodded under your hand, muffled whines slipping between your fingers. His eyes rolled back when you angled your hips just right, slamming directly into his prostate. His knees buckled, body folding over the table as you leaned into him fully.
“Look at you,” you panted into his ear. “Bent over like a fuckdoll. Dripping down your thighs already, Minho.”
He gasped when you slid a hand around to stroke his leaking cock—thick, flushed red, twitching in your grip. “You like being my little toy? Let me use you where anyone could walk in?”
“Yes, hyung,” he whispered. “I—fuck—I need it.”
Your rhythm grew rougher, faster. The slap of skin echoed in the studio, your balls slapping against his ass while the table rocked under your thrusts. You pulled his hair back, forcing him to arch up so you could watch his face in the mirror—sweaty, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust.
“Such a dirty little hole,” you snarled, fucking him harder. “Tight as hell and sucking me in like you were made for this.”
Minho trembled violently, whimpering as his cock pulsed between your fingers.
“Cum, Minho. Do it. Make a mess all over the fucking table.”
He did.
With a soft, choked cry, Minho came in thick spurts across the tabletop, his entire body shaking as his walls clamped down around you. The squeeze was too much. You groaned, slamming in one final time, burying yourself to the hilt as you spilled inside him—deep, hot, and heavy.
You didn’t pull out. Just stood there, panting against his spine, cock still twitching inside his overstimulated hole. The room was silent save for the sound of your breath and the soft drip of cum on the studio floor.
Minho’s legs were barely holding him up, his forehead pressed to the table, hair damp with sweat.
The door never opened.
But you almost wished it had.
CHANGBIN & full nelson.
“Hyung, someone might hear—”
“You think I care?” you growled, arms locking tighter under Changbin’s knees, folding his thick thighs up to his chest. “You were begging to get fucked. Now take it.”
His back arched off the mattress, hands fisting the sheets as your cock split him open again and again, thrusts deep and ruthless. Completely vulnerable—his entire body bent and suspended off the bed by your strength alone. His hole clenched with every slam, sloppy and stretched, already shiny with your spit and his slick.
You didn’t let up. The bed creaked under your weight, headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with your thrusts. Anyone in the next room over could hear it—the moans, the slap of skin, the wet sound of your cock dragging through his greedy hole—and that made it hotter.
“You said you could take it,” you growled into his ear, biting the shell harshly. “What happened to my big bad boy, huh? Cryin’ like a bitch now just ‘cause your little hole’s full?”
Changbin keened under you, face flushed scarlet, mouth open in a broken moan as drool spilled from the corner of his lips. His muscles were trembling—thick thighs twitching every time you slammed into him, his cock twitching untouched against his stomach.
“L-love it,” he gasped out, writhing in your grip. “Feels s’fucking good, hyung—fuck, more, gimme more!”
“Yeah? Want more of this dick?” You drove into him harder, letting the weight of your body bear down on his smaller frame. “Greedy fucking hole’s not even satisfied yet?”
His head lolled back, eyes glassy, and he babbled without thinking—filthy, desperate.
“C-cock’s too good, makes me so dumb—hyung, please, I wanna cum—I wanna—nghh!”
You laughed low in your throat, keeping his legs pinned up high while you reached down to stroke his cock roughly. It was drooling thick, sticky precum all over your stomach.
“God, look at you. What would your fans say if they saw you like this? All folded up and stuffed, begging to get ruined.”
He sobbed under you, thrusting his hips weakly to meet every punishing stroke.
“You wanna cum that bad?” you teased, cockhead grinding right against his prostate. “Then do it. Be my good little cumdump. Show me how stupid this dick makes you.”
“F-Fuck—hyung—!” Changbin’s voice cracked as his body spasmed violently. His cock erupted in thick white spurts, painting both of your chests, his own stomach, and your hand. His walls clamped around you like a vice, milking your cock as he trembled through his high.
“Shit,” you hissed, losing control as you buried yourself in deep and came with a groan, spilling rope after rope of cum inside him. His overstimulated hole fluttered around you, sucking every drop in greedily like it needed to be filled.
You held him there for a moment—bent in half, breathless, twitching around your cock. His hands were limp now, barely able to grip the sheets. His thighs trembled, still stretched wide, cum dripping from his hole down to the bed in messy white streaks.
The bed was soaked. The room stank of sex. And somewhere through the thin walls, someone thudded the side of their wall in protest.
“Good,” you muttered, kissing Changbin’s cheek before slowly letting his legs down. “Let them fucking hear how good you take it.”
HYUNJIN & bent over a surface/vanity.
“Hyung, not here—someone could walk in,” Hyunjin hissed, but he didn’t stop you. His hands clutched the edge of the vanity as you kicked his legs apart wider behind him, dragging your cock slowly against the tight, fluttering ring of his hole.
The full-length mirror in front of you both reflected everything: Hyunjin’s flushed face, the deep curve of his spine, the faint sweat clinging to his chest and collarbones—and most of all, the way your thick cock teased at his stretched-out entrance, already twitching from the first rough round you’d given him minutes ago.
“You said you wanted a break from rehearsal,” you muttered against his neck, kissing the flushed skin just below his ear. “So shut up and take your cock like the little mirror whore you are.”
A shaky moan left his lips, and he tried not to look up at the mirror, but you grabbed a fistful of his long hair and forced his head up.
“Keep your eyes open,” you growled. “Watch yourself get fucked stupid.”
The first thrust punched the air from his lungs.
“A-Ah fuck!” Hyunjin gasped, watching his own mouth fall open in the mirror, lips glossy from panting. “S-so deep—!”
You didn't give him time to adjust. You bottomed out fully, then began hammering into him with long, brutal strokes—his plush ass clapping back against your hips with every thrust. You made sure he watched as your cock disappeared into him again and again, his pretty, stretched hole swallowing it greedily.
“Look at you,” you snarled, reaching forward to grab his chin and hold it still. “Blushing, drooling, taking cock like it’s your job. You see how desperate you look, Hyunjin? That’s what people would see if they walked in.”
“F-fuck—please, don’t say that,” he whimpered, but his hips kept pushing back. His cock, untouched, slapped against the vanity beneath him—leaking precum over scattered makeup brushes and rehearsal notes.
“You’d love it, wouldn’t you?” you taunted. “Getting caught like this. Bent over and begging. They’d see just how pretty you are when you’re getting ruined.”
Hyunjin sobbed, the kind that sounded too close to a moan. You moved one hand down to grip his waist and pull him onto your cock with each thrust, angling perfectly to drag against his prostate. He shuddered violently.
“Look at your face, baby,” you whispered darkly, voice thick with arousal. “Such a slutty little thing. All pink in the cheeks, eyes rolling back—fuck, you're so fuckable like this.”
“Hyung, I—I’m gonna—!” he gasped, hands slipping on the vanity as his legs began to tremble. His body clenched up around you, the mirror fogging slightly with each pant from his lips.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” you snapped, pulling out slowly just to slam back in, hard enough that his entire body jolted forward. “You don’t cum ‘til I say.”
“P-please, hyung—can’t hold it—feels too good—!”
You grinned wickedly, watching him unravel in the mirror. His thighs were shaking. His cock was leaking all over the counter. His moans had become breathless whines—high-pitched, desperate.
You reached down, finally grabbing his cock, stroking it fast and tight while pounding into him from behind.
“Then make a mess,” you growled. “Be the pretty little cumdump you love to be. Go on, show the mirror what your slut face looks like.”
He came with a choked-out cry, face contorted in bliss as he painted the vanity in thick, white ropes. His hole clenched hard around you, milking your cock until you hissed, hips jerking forward and spilling deep inside him, filling him up with load after load of hot, pulsing cum.
The mirror caught everything: his swollen lips, the tears clinging to his lashes, the obscene way your cum started to drip from between his thighs.
You pulled out slow, admiring the view of his wrecked body and glassy eyes.
“Now tell me,” you whispered into his ear, breath hot, “Don’t you look fucking perfect like this?”
a/n : i personally felt like i couldnt post this on my main account ...... anyways enjoy the pure filth i started at 11 pm & finally posted at 1 am while my brain short circuits 🎀.
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