baseonezero

[baseonezero]

i love your stories sm !!!!!! pls don’t go bald

thank you lovely im glad you enjoy them! i'll try my best to not to go bald 👩‍🦲

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might work on some asks and might start writing a dilf jiwoong fic but who knows 😸

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gooner gyuvin who uses his fucktoy imagining it was you instead 🫠

this ask is sooo good and im so sorry it took me about a month to actually get to this 💔

mdni

gyuvin was going crazy over the way you looked today. you hadn't even worn anything remotely provocative yet he felt his jeans grow tighter.

it was the way you looked at him through your lashes, the way you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and the way you hugged him and the way he could feel your chest against his body when you did so.

his crush on you made him a pervert.

as soon as he got home he pulled his fleshlight out of his nightstand and clumsily undid his jeans. he was quick to lay down on his bed too, holding the bottom hem of his shirt between his teeth.

he poured a disgusting amount of lube all over his dick and into the toy and began fucking into the fake cunt.

all he could imagine was you bouncing on his cock and he almost came right away.

poor gyuvin kept whining and moaning. he just wanted to see your tits bounce in front of his face while you ride him.

he let go of his shirt from his mouth and began to moan your name, chanting it as if it were some sort of prayer.

"fuckmmyes keep bouncing on my cock," his eyes were squeezed shut and his hips were starting to jerk upwards on their own.

"please— yn..." he huffed, whining pathetically as his cock began to twitch into the toy before spurting his seed into it. "fuuckkkkk..."

[baseonezero]

been pretty busy too but re reading your works again 🥺 still love your writing style a lot and the zb1 writing has been slow recently too 😵‍💫

hope everyones doing alright tho!

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aw thank you kitty anon! i am sorry for the lack of fics ive been putting out though but i swear i do have a few things in my drafts 😓 theyre just not fully completed yet but once i have the time i will most def finish them up!

[baseonezero]

"Do you wanna Seok Matthew" hell yeah

He'd be so loud 😔

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i think about that clip so often and sigh 😓 bc yes, yes i do gyuvin

[baseonezero]

hey bea how have you been :)

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hi kitty nonnie! ive been pretty okay! ive just been really busy and tired recently but whats new haha ^^

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ahh this wasn't sent anonymously and i wasn't sure if it was intended or not but yes you can be milk anon hehe! this is a safe space for all freaks 👅

[baseonezero]

omg ate with that jiwoong ask but this is what i think he would do after ksbdisgsish if you accept links!

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https://x.com/swtlymcl/status/1935571059581067360?s=46&t=ChOVl9hweaU8YhEcqYTrqg

nsfw link

my god nonnie thats so filthy 😇😇 but he totally would do this tho! playing with your holes just a little while tugging at his cock for a bit before fucking you with just his tip ^^ he'd love spreading his cum all over you too and filling you up again

[baseonezero]

There's not enough Matt smut on here these days fr, but oh.. those new pics. He knows the power he has. Js imagine him being all cocky while fucking you because he knows only he can make you feel that good </3

talking abt some #youllbethinkingboutthisoneforawhile HES INSANE also this kinda reminded me of the toxic fic i wrote a while back so if you haven't read it yet.... 😊

mdni

matthew knew you and your body all too well. he knew what got you worked up. he knew all the things you liked and didn't like, what got you the nosiest and what got you impatient.

he was proud to know how to make you cum, even without him being inside of you.

for example, you could be grinding your embarrassingly sopping wet cunt along his thigh while he gropes your ass, tongues swirling around each other as you pathetically chase your high on his thigh.

he was also way too good at using his mouth on you. he was messy with it. lips latching onto your neck, lips, nipples, tummy, thighs and cunt. his tongue would circle onto your clit and thrust inside of your hole, hands holding your hips down to keep you from squirming so much.

no dick inside of you and yet you'd still have the best orgasms ever. but when he did use his cock it was something else.

his ego would skyrocket as he would watch your fucked out face from the way he was fucking into you. he would so easily manhandle you into several positions like you weighed nothing and it turned him on even more.

the way you'd moan his name over and over again would make his dick harder. it gave him some extra encouragement if you will.

outside of bed, matt is so sweet and respectful but when he's going at it, he can't help but to say "no other dick can make you feel like this, huh?" and when you'd nod and babble nonsense he'd smirk and follow up with "mmmph..pussy's all mine" and "always cumming all over this dick."

[baseonezero]

gyuvin or ricky eating y/n over the panties

that’s it. that’s the request

(p.s. this is seriously the hottest thing ever, my ex used to do it all the time, it’s like the perfect mix of doting and humiliating 😭)

my brain just starting malfunctioning but oh my god ??? 😇 that's kinda freaky and i fw it 😭🙏

mdni

ricky didn't fail to notice the panties you were wearing underneath your ridiculously short skirt. he took you out shopping and while you were trying on new pairs of shoes, he got a little more than just a glance at it.

he didn't do anything or say anything. he just let it sit in his mind until you both got home.

all the patience he had while you two were out was long gone. he had his face buried between your thighs, tongue hungrily lapping at your clothed cunt.

your squirms and soft whines were so cute to him. he loved feeling the way your fingers tugged onto his hair while he stretched your panties so you could feel his tongue better.

it was so filthy. you were so wet that he could taste you even through the fabric.

by the end of it, your panties would be entirely soaked but he'd just peel them off of you and go at it again but without the fabric being in the way 😇

[baseonezero]

POOKIE HEAR ME TF OUT!! so Taerae with a boypussy and ur both just scissoring 😈😈 the way both your pussies would gush so much but he'd be so sensitive from the friction :( makes him cum almost instantly that he's on the verge of crying from how good it feels

mgjhhhb he'd be the type to have the most sensitive pussy ever its not even funny 😇 you and your beautiful ideas

mdni

you hadn't seen your pretty boyfriend in days and it physically pained you. you missed your boyfriend so much that all you wanted to do was express your love to him.

sure, it was a little lewd but you loved scissoring with him. both wet cunts just grinding against each other, creating a friction so delicious that you both bless each other's ears with soft moans and whines.

taerae was especially noisy as tears brimmed his eyes, head falling back. not even three minutes in and his hips already began to stutter with the intense pleasure he was feeling. he begins to chase his high and small sobs start to emit from his mouth. you take his hand into yours, still rutting against him and when he finally squirts everywhere, he turns into a whiny, babbling mess.

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heyoo bea!! just wanted to dump a thought i have been thinking the past few days and its driving me abit wild but jiwoong who loves to use a plug on you and everytime he finishes, he would stuff it back to keep you full. and when he feels like you need a "refill" he would fuck you all over again to spill himself and keep you full. think he would like seeing the little bump knowing he did it 🫦

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KITTY ANON 😸😸 ou do i love hearing from you !!

mdni

jiwoong looooves going in raw. he loves emptying himself inside of you and when he does, he shoves any spilling seed back into your fluttering hole and fills it with a plug which would probably be decorated with a pretty heart gem :3

i feel like if he were to do that, it'd be during the daytime and while you two do chores around the house throughout the day, he'd lift up your skirt to make sure you hadn't taken the plug out. he'd occasionally start fucking into you again like on the couch or table, filling you up with his milk over and over again until it feels like you physically can't hold any of it in anymore. when it's time to wash up, he likes to record his cum leaking out of your gaping hole and he'd coo small praises at you.

definitely satisfies his breeding kink 🙏😇

[baseonezero]

posting actually feels so scary now i just feel like everyone is staring and anticipating something good and im afraid i wont be able to reach those expectations 💔💔💔💔

if you see me post 3 things at once its because im scared and trying to distract everyone

[baseonezero]

ahh i've been so busy and tired but i have been working on asks 🤗 they are really short tho but if i were to make them longer i don't think i'd ever get them done :( so sorry but i hope they're still good!

[baseonezero]

i just MIGHT go bald after this omg TEW GOOD 🤭 you're so amazing tea!!

hi tea!! <3

just thinking abt reader who just got in a relationship with gunwook and they haven't done much other than just having vanilla sex but one day at dinner, he shyly asks if yn can sit on his face 😇 i hope this makes sense!

Omg hii pookie! I love ur sexy brain so much plz don't go bald <3 Anyways:

Imagine being out on a dinner date with Gunwook, him usually spoiling you ever since you started dating. You were peacefully eating dinner when he shyly brought up the topic. It almost made you choke when he almost casually said: "I want you to sit on my face", but the way he said it? It made you weak but also made you melt when you saw the way his cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

You quickly agreed to it without thinking much about it, while you also soothed him from being shy. As soon as you got home he dragged you to the bedroom, quickly undressing you before making you sit on his face, his movements clearly eager as he started to lick along your folds, causing you to moan.

You had to hold onto the headboard and try not to grind down on his face as he eagerly ate you out, his face smothered with your juices and his cheeks becoming flushed once again as he hummed and moaned against your sensitive skin, clearly enjoying the taste of you on his tongue.

You never expected how good he was with his mouth and tongue, and by the time he was done (or so he thought) you were begging for more <3

[baseonezero]

this is actually driving me insane i cant kmg

hii ! i rlly love your writing and i was wondering if you'd be open to writing abt getting crossfaded w intak n kyo and it possibly leading to a threesome ^^ ofc only if you are comfortable w it !! i hope you have a good day/night 💓

okay sooo sorry it took so long lol, I was trying to think of ways to do this and had too many ideas, but I hope you like what I came up with! tysm for the req!

also leave any feedback you guys have, it helps me become a better writer <3

cw: nswf, mdni, crossfaded sex but all actions are clearly wanted, initiated, and consented to (alcohol + weed usage mentioned), threesome (m/m/f), spit and cum play, overstimulation, oral sex (f and m rec), rough sex (hair pulling, slapping, choking implication), semi-degrading praise, reader referred to as “baby,” “good girl,” etc. no condoms(be safe irl plsssssss), assumed trust/established relationship (friends before this) lmk if I missed anything! enjoy :)

wc: 2.4k

The hotel room smells like cheap soap and spilled tequila. And weed. Definitely weed. It’s still clinging to your clothes and your hair, and probably Keeho’s hoodie too, wherever that ended up. The party had ended in a blur—sweaty dancing, too many shots, and someone handing you a blunt in the back hallway like it was part of the dress code.

You shouldn’t feel this awake.

You shouldn’t feel this aware.

The front desk guy had looked genuinely apologetic when he said there was only one room left. One bed. “It’s a queen,” he’d offered like that somehow helped.

Keeho just shrugged. “We’ve shared worse.” And it was true—you had. All of you. Friend-group closeness. Party nights. Random couches. This wasn’t new.

But right now, lying between them, it feels very new.

You’re on your side, Keeho’s chest pressed up against your back. His arm is slung heavy over your thigh—low enough that his hand’s hovering just above the space between your legs, but not quite touching. Not yet. He’s warm. Like, everywhere.

Intak’s in front of you, facing you, just far enough that he’s not actually touching your chest, but close enough that you can smell his cologne and see how his lashes flutter when he pretends to be asleep. Your leg’s slung over his thigh a little too naturally, and his hand is on your waist, fingers moving in slow, lazy little circles. Like he’s not even thinking about it.

Except you know he is.

You’re pretending to be asleep, which is hilarious, because sleep is literally the last thing your body wants right now. You’re lit—head floaty from the shots and the weed, nerves buzzing, skin on fire. Every part of you that’s not being touched is begging to be.

You shift slightly, trying to ease the ache between your thighs without being obvious. It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse. The brush of your inner thigh against Keeho’s jeans is electric. You swear you can feel his breath change.

God, you shouldn’t be thinking like this. They’re your friends. This is so not what friends do.

But also… they haven’t exactly stopped touching you. And you haven’t stopped them.

You should say something. Pull away. Crack a joke. But you don’t.

You swallow hard.

Your panties are damp.

You’re gonna fucking lose it.

You shift again—slow, subtle, like you’re just trying to get comfortable. But the ache between your legs has only gotten worse, and the second your hips roll back, you feel it: Keeho’s crotch, pressed right against your ass.

He groans.

Low. Guttural. Immediate.

You freeze.

And then Intak laughs, soft and smug, like he knew this was coming the whole time.

“You good?” he asks, and there’s way too much amusement in his voice for that to be innocent.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” you say, way too fast.

The silence that follows is deafening. No one moves. You’re all just… lying there, pretending like you’re going to actually fall asleep now. Like your thighs aren’t clenched together so tight they’re practically cramping.

Then Keeho moves.

His fingers start tracing up your inner thigh—slow, featherlight touches. Just barely there. But they get higher with every pass. Teasing. Purposeful. Daring you to stop him.

You don’t.

Your eyes flick open, and Intak’s already looking at you. Awake. Watching. He licks his lips, gaze drops to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice low, almost rough.

Your breath catches. You nod. “Yeah,” you whisper.

That’s all it takes.

He leans in and kisses you—really kisses you. Slow and deep at first, then hungrier as his hand slides up from your waist, cupping your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. You melt into it, your hand clutching the front of his shirt to ground yourself.

Behind you, Keeho exhales hard.

“Fuck.”

He shifts up on the bed, sliding his hand higher between your thighs. His fingers brush the damp fabric of your panties, and you flinch at how sensitive you already are.

“She’s wet,” he mutters, more to Intak than to you. “She’s soaked.”

Intak pulls back just enough to smirk. “I figured.”

They both sit up slightly, and you don’t even think to stop them as their hands start pushing your tank top up. The fabric slides over your stomach, then higher, until they’ve got it off completely—tossed somewhere on the floor.

The second your breasts are exposed, both of them go still.

“Holy shit,” Keeho breathes.

Your nipples are hard, skin flushed, chest rising fast with your breathing. You feel like you’re on fire—and they’re staring like they’ve never seen anything more worth worshipping.

Intak leans in first, dragging his tongue slowly over one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You gasp. Keeho’s mouth finds your neck at the same time, lips wet and open, sucking hard enough to bruise.

They’re everywhere—mouths on your skin, hands roaming, voices low and filthy in your ears.

“Fuck, look at you,” Intak murmurs, switching sides, tonguing your other nipple now. “You’re already falling apart.”

Keeho kisses behind your ear. “You gonna let us make you feel good, baby?”

You nod, breathless, hips already rolling forward, needing more.

They both groan.

“God,” Intak says. “So fucking pretty.”

Keeho’s hand slips back between your legs, rubbing over the wet spot in your panties with just enough pressure to make your thighs twitch and back arch.

Keeho’s hand slides lower again, knuckles brushing where you’re soaked through. He groans, low and rough in your ear.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, voice already wrecked. “Please.”

Your answer tumbles out too fast. “Yes.”

You don’t even try to hide the way your thighs fall open for him.

Keeho doesn’t waste time. He slides down between your legs, warm hands gripping your hips as he kisses your stomach, then your inner thigh, then lower—pausing only to drag your pants and underwear down in one slow pull.

You hear them hit the floor somewhere, but you can’t care. Not when the air hits your bare skin. Not when Keeho spreads you open like he’s starving for it.

And not when Intak leans in to kiss you again, deep and warm, one hand cupping your jaw while the other stays on your chest, thumbing your nipple in lazy, practiced circles.

“You’re already so worked up,” he murmurs against your mouth. “You’ve been needing this, huh?”

Then Keeho licks you—slow and deliberate, tongue dragging a warm stripe through your folds—and you jerk, gasping against Intak’s mouth.

“Oh my god,” you choke.

Keeho hums low, mouthing your clit now, lazy circles with the tip of his tongue.

“She’s dripping,” he says, more to Intak than you. “Fucking sweet, too.”

Intak groans softly and keeps playing with your chest, mouth moving between your neck and collarbone, leaving little wet kisses and soft hickies behind. “That’s it, baby. Let him eat you. Just relax. You’re doing so good.”

Keeho slips a finger inside—slow, deep—and your hips lift off the mattress instinctively.

Then another.

He fucks you with them slowly, curling them just right, while his mouth works your clit with the kind of pressure that makes your vision blur.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

“Yeah?” Keeho grins into your pussy. “You like being open like this? Letting us take care of you?”

You nod frantically, too far gone to answer properly.

Intak presses a kiss to your cheek. “She’s close.”

Keeho speeds up—just a little, just enough. His fingers curl deeper, tongue flicking tighter circles.

You’re shaking.

You feel it building—hot and unstoppable, a rush right under your skin.

Then you snap.

You come with a cry, legs clamping around Keeho’s shoulders, hands flying out—one grabbing Intak’s shirt, the other diving into Keeho’s hair, pulling him in closer as you ride it out.

He doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking you through it, slow and messy and deliberate, groaning into you like he loves every second.

“Fuck,” Intak breathes, watching you fall apart. “You’re beautiful like this.”

Keeho finally slows, lips wet, mouth dragging down your thigh as your whole body twitches.

Then he pulls his fingers from you—slick and dripping—and looks up toward the head of the bed.

“You wanna taste her?” he asks.

Intak doesn’t hesitate. He leans forward, wraps his lips around Keeho’s fingers, and sucks them clean—never breaking eye contact with you.

Your breath catches.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life.

Next thing you know, their clothes hit the floor fast.

Intak pulls off his shirt, then his jeans—his cock already hard, thick, and flushed, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Keeho strips behind you, slower, watching you with dark eyes like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body.

“Come here,” Keeho says, breathless.

He lays back against the pillows, cock thick and heavy against his stomach, and you crawl up over him—knees braced on either side of his hips, one hand gripping his chest for balance.

Your body’s still trembling from earlier, thighs sticky with arousal, but the second you reach back and take him in hand, your whole body tightens again. He’s long. Hot. Heavy. You drag the head of his cock through your folds, circling your clit, and your hips twitch.

Keeho groans. “Don’t tease, baby. Ride me.”

You bite your lip, line him up, and slowly start to sink down.

His hands find your waist immediately, guiding you down onto him, breath hitching as he stretches you open.

“Fuck, you feel unreal,” he growls, eyes flickering up your body to your face, then down to where you’re taking him.

You moan—loud, needy, head tipping back as you finally settle with him fully inside you.

And then Intak steps in front of you.

His cock is right there—hard, flushed, already leaking. You reach for it without thinking, wrapping your hand around the base and stroking once. His hips twitch.

“You want it, baby?” he asks, one hand curling into your hair. “Open your mouth.”

You do. And he slides in slowly, guiding you with gentle pressure, moaning low when your lips wrap around the head.

Keeho’s hips flex under you. “Holy fuck.”

You start to move.

It’s a mess of rhythm at first—your mouth full, your hips lifting and rolling as Keeho thrusts up into you, matching your pace. Spit drips from your mouth. Your eyes flutter. You gag lightly around Intak’s cock as he rocks deeper.

Keeho grips your hips tighter. “That’s it. Ride me. Use me.”

Intak’s hand tightens in your hair as he fucks your mouth slow and deep. “Eyes on me,” he says, voice rough. “Look at me while you take us.”

You do—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, drool slicking your chin as you bounce on Keeho’s cock, your ass slapping against his thighs with every stroke. He fucks up into you harder now, matching your rhythm, stretching you deeper.

Intak moans, thumb brushing your spit-slick lips. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Keeho groans beneath you, one hand sliding up your stomach to squeeze your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. “She’s so fucking tight—clenching around me every time you fuck her throat.”

You whimper around Intak’s cock, tears stinging your eyes as the intensity builds. Every nerve in your body is lit up, overwhelmed by the stretch, the sounds, the hands gripping you from every angle.

Keeho grips your waist tighter, fingers digging in as your hips stutter. His thrusts grow rougher beneath you, cock slamming deep, your whole body rocking from the force of it.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice breaking. “I need—”

He pulls you down hard, one final grind that has you crying out around Intak’s cock—then suddenly, both of them are pulling out.

You whimper, mouth falling open as your whole body tenses from the loss. The emptiness is immediate. Brutal.

“No, no, no,” you pant. “Don’t stop—”

Keeho moves first, shifting you easily onto all fours, ass in the air, knees spread wide on the bed. You barely have time to adjust before he’s behind you again, cock sliding through your folds, lining up.

And then—deep.

He pushes back inside in one smooth, hungry stroke, and your breath rips from your lungs.

“God, yes,” you gasp, arching deeper, needing all of it.

Keeho groans, hands gripping your ass, holding you in place as he starts to fuck into you hard—deep, snapping thrusts that echo in the room, your skin slapping against his thighs.

A sharp smack lands on your ass, making you jolt.

“You feel that?” he grits. “You hear how wet you are?”

You moan, raw and open.

Then Intak’s in front of you again, hand tangled in your hair, cock thick and slick and ready.

“Open that mouth for me, love,” he says, voice low, flushed with heat.

You look up at him, desperate, lips parting—and he slides back in, slow but deep, groaning as your throat opens for him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Eyes on me.”

You gag slightly, tears pricking again, your body rocked from both ends as Keeho slams into you from behind and Intak fucks your mouth, hand wrapped tight in your hair to keep you looking up at him.

“Just like that,” Keeho pants. “So fucking perfect—tight, dripping, taking everything.”

“She’s doing so good,” Intak says, thumb brushing the corner of your wet mouth. “You gonna come for us again, baby?”

You try to nod, try to speak, but all that comes out is a messy moan—your body already teetering on the edge, your thighs shaking as Keeho hits deeper, rougher, his hand now sliding between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit.

That’s all it takes.

You break—coming hard, full-body spasms overtaking you, your mouth muffling a scream around Intak’s cock as you clench tight around Keeho.

“Shit—fuck—I’m coming,” Keeho gasps, hips jerking as he spills inside you, grinding deep as you pulse around him.

Intak pulls out just in time—stroking himself fast as he groans, eyes locked on yours.

“Tongue out, baby. Want you messy.”

You do—lips parted, spit-slick, eyes dazed—and he comes with a growl, ropes of it landing across your tongue, your chin, your chest. You moan softly, swallowing what hits your mouth without even thinking.

All three of you collapse into it.

Breathless. Shaking. Wrecked.

The room is silent except for the sound of your panting, the buzz of leftover high still tingling in your veins, and the faint thud of your heartbeat in your ears.

Keeho leans forward, pressing a kiss to your back. Intak strokes your cheek as you blink up at him, glassy-eyed and spent.

“Fuck,” Keeho says, voice still wrecked. “We're never booking two rooms again.”

You don’t answer—just smile, totally dazed, lips still parted.

And they both smile back.

[baseonezero]

omg I loved what you wrote, it was really good and you were so kind. thank you for answering my request 💕

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of course! i'm glad you enjoyed it! 🤗