felix-3002

[felix-3002]

(lust) drunk on a plane

summary: mingyu is hot and reader is horny. reader suggests, “hey, so what if we banged right now?” in the middle of an overnight flight. mingyu, being the excellent boyfriend that he is, agrees. 

pairing: mingyu x female reader 

word count: ~3k

genre: smut, established relationship

contains: adult content (this is 18+ folks), unprotected sex, creampie, sex in an airplane, a bit of hand action (m. and f. receive), dirty talk, language, some petnames, truly terrible decision-making caused by horniness.

a/n: this is unedited so do please forgive any oopsies. also nobody is drunk; don't let the title fool you.

inspiration: these airport pics broke me

It was probably inevitable that this would happen, honestly. 

At least, that’s what you thought now, 30,000 feet in the air with Mingyu curled around you, big spoon-style (obviously) and gently thrusting his hips against yours, pumping his cock slowly in and out of you (much less obviously).

Please God, let it be much less obvious. 

You couldn’t entirely hold back a soft whine, immeasurably grateful for the hand your boyfriend had covering your mouth, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pussy clenching around him, feeling him gasp against your ear and the sharp jerk of his hips in response. 

“Shh,” he reminded you in a whisper, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “I know it feels good – fuck,” he hissed, grip at your hip tightening its squeeze when his next slow thrust hit the front wall of your cunt and you emitted the softest whimper into his palm. 

You nodded in agreement, pushing your ass back against him, fingernails digging into his forearm. 

Mingyu mouthed at your neck, teeth catching at the curve where neck met shoulder, and biting down just enough for you to feel it. And damn, you felt it. Felt the heat shoot through you in a straight line of want from the contact to your core, the way it sharpened your need and how your body grew wetter in response. 

“You’re so pretty when you get all needy for me.” Mingyu’s words were breathless, barely audible, but the want layered in every syllable nearly made your head spin. “You’ve gotta be quiet, though. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Hand coming up to cover his, you drew it from your mouth and let out a shaky breath. “I can – I can be quiet, G-Gyu.”

“Yeah? Because I don’t wanna have to stop,” he admitted, the hand on your hip sliding down to where you were joined, fingers slipping through your swollen folds, circling around your entrance as he pulled out. Teasing, slightly pressing into you, still stretched out from his cock, coating himself in your arousal then coming up to circle the pads of his fingers around your clit. “But I will,” he added and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your ear. 

You shook your head, swallowing back a moan, reaching back to wrap your fingers around his length – could feel how hard he was, the liquid at the tip that definitely hadn’t all come from you – and stroked him. “I can, I – I promise.” You squeezed, trying to guide him back into you. 

He pressed forward, the movement allowing you to do exactly that, and a whole body shiver went through you at the sensation of being so full of him. Knowing this was the most irresponsible and stupid thing you had ever done, but unable to stop yourself.

The hand not occupied with your clit, driving you absolutely batty with need, came up to cradle your chin, thumb brushing against your lower lip. “Can’t have you making those pretty noises and drawing attention to us, letting someone find us like this,” he said on a sharp breath, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward, burying himself deep, before continuing, “greedy pussy taking my dick in the middle of first class.”

You were so going to get caught and this was – was it a felony or a misdemeanor? Did it depend on what country’s airspace you were in? Where the flight originated? Landed? Oh God, you were so screwed. His managers were going to kill you and this would get out and bye bye privacy. Instead, you would be the idol’s girlfriend who got outed because she was too slutty to wait until the plane landed.

How did you find yourself in this position? 

That – that was an excellent question. 

Three Hours Earlier…

Your boyfriend was hot. This was not news. 

On any given day at any given time, he looked downright dreamy, charmingly adorkable, or absolutely fuckable. There were many times he somehow managed to be all three! Which, okay, drove you a little crazy because it was irresistible and you were hopelessly, irrevocably in love with the man. 

So in love with him that, when he’d suggested you travel with him and the guys on this promotional trip, you had immediately agreed without really thinking about the logistics of the whole thing. Flying under the radar at home was always tricky enough; this required an additional level of planning and caution. But it was fine. Really. Hiding in plain sight and all that. Fake staff ID hanging around your neck, no one even looked twice at you. 

But you, though. 

Jesus, you couldn’t stop staring at Mingyu. At the way he looked so natural and appeared so comfortable engaging while not actually engaging with the photographers and fans who’d come to take pictures or catch a glimpse of the guys. You didn’t think you were the type to get star struck – and honestly, it would be weird as hell to get star struck over your own boyfriend, wouldn’t it? – but he was in his element and it was really, really fucking hot. 

Since climbing him like a tree was not an option at the moment and you were a little concerned someone at some point would notice you – who was supposed to be staff – ogling Mingyu, you forced yourself to turn away and head into the airport to your gate. You couldn’t get onto the plane or into the air soon enough. 

At least you were sitting next to him on the overnight flight, so you could look at him to your heart’s content then.

It probably should have occurred to you that there was a possibility you weren’t going to just be hanging out in coach, but it didn’t. Not until you felt Mingyu’s fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you next to a random half wall in first class. You looked down at his hand, then at the opening in the wall, brow furrowed.

What in the Crazy Rich Asians? 

“This is us,” he said with a grin and his hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the space containing your seats.

No, seriously, you saw this movie. “How –” You looked around and saw the other guys settling into their own – uh, private cabin-looking things, and watched as the actual staff made their way further back. 

You were about to comment on that or how you’d thought they made this kind of thing up for the movie, but you were startled out of your plan by the very nice flight attendant who came by with champagne and to show you how the doors worked. Because of course the doors closed.

It wasn’t until after you’d been in the air for a while, eaten dinner, they made the announcement about dimming the cabin lights, and the flight attendant had helped you to change the seats into a bed – a double bed – that you and Mingyu closed yours, though. 

The whole thing was surreal. You were wearing airline-provided silk pajamas, lying in an actual goddamn bed, in a walled off suite, essentially, on an airplane. 

Mingyu and you were curled up under the covers and he was flipping through the movies available for your viewing. Despite that you knew for a fact you were surrounded by your friends in other, identical spaces, and that some must have been watching their own TVs and others sleeping, it felt like you and Mingyu were in your own little world. The steady sounds of airplane-at-cruising-altitude in the middle of the night, somewhere over the ocean, a soft lull.

Which was right about when your brain decided to really realize just how private the space was. To realize you really were cuddled against Mingyu’s chest, one arm around you while the other controlled the remote. 

His really firm chest. In silk? This was – no, no. Your brain needed to not. 

You forced yourself to look at the monitor and pretend you were watching whatever it was he settled on. Tried to ignore the fact that you kept thinking about how easy it would be to slip the hand on his stomach down a few inches and into those thin pants he was wearing. Tried to ignore the way the silk of your own pajamas slid against his, how you could feel yourself growing wet, how all you wanted to do was shift until you were on top of him – or him on you, that would totally be okay, too.

So wrapped up in your efforts to outthink your libido, you didn’t notice that the hand on his abdomen actually did start to move over him. Back and forth across his stomach, your fingers catching on and playing with the tie to his pants. Nor did you notice you were squirming, lifting a leg to drape across his before drawing it back, pressing your breasts against his side, rubbing against him like a cat. 

Mingyu set the remote down on the little table beside the bed and brought his now free hand down to catch the back of your thigh, hooking it across his waist and turning your body so you were half lying on him as a result. He hummed softly and you looked up at him, your eyes watching him watch you, brows pinched together in curiosity and not yet aware that you’d been caught. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked softly, big hand squeezing the back of your thigh before sliding further up your leg until he was cupping your ass. Pulling your hips closer. 

You pressed your eyes shut – and your lips – and buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide the flush you could feel in your cheeks, rapidly spreading out and down to cover your chest. “N-Nothing. I’m just – Can’t get comfortable,” you lied. 

Badly. The tiny movements of your hips, gentle thrusts against his upper thigh, and shallow breathing gave you away. 

“Mm, you sure that’s all it is?” he cooed and you could feel him smile against the top of your head. “I could call for the flight attendant and see if she has another pillow…”

“No! God, no. Please don’t.” Your voice was pleading as you struggled with how to voice what you needed. With whether you should voice it. 

How did you tell your boyfriend that you kind of, sort of, totally wanted him to fuck you while the only thing separating you from a dozen of his closest friends and some hopefully not very attentive at this time of night flight attendants were half walls and no ceiling? 

This was so stupid and you were so stupid and you really were going to regret this, but you slid your thigh further up his body, gasping when you felt him half-hard and at the way his hand on your ass squeezed, the heaviness in his next breath. At least it wasn’t just you and you’d both be going to Hell together. 

Or jail. 

“Gyu, I want –” you started before making a conscious effort to speak as quietly as possible, right against his ear. “I really, really want you right now. Need you inside me.”

Okay, so it was out and that wasn’t that bad?

You pulled your head from its hiding place against his neck, letting yourself look at him to see his response. The sight of his lower lip caught between his own teeth and the way his eyes went all heavy-lidded was heady. You would whimper but his lips were suddenly covering yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tangling with yours, tasting you and teasing you and leaving you breathless. 

Eventually, though, you needed to breathe and broke the kiss to gulp in air. You stared up at him, fingers clutching at his biceps, waiting. Wanting. “Min- Mingyu?”

In reply, your boyfriend’s hand on your hip guided you onto your back, onto your other side. He drew your body back against his and pressed his front into you, letting you feel his cock straining against the silk which encased it, rubbing himself into your ass. 

His voice against your ear was a low rasp that vibrated along your spine, sparking acute need along every nerve. “You’re such a naughty girl. Wanting me to fuck you right here, where anyone could hear us? See us?” 

“Uh – uh huh,” you managed to breathe out, trying not to reflect too much on what it said about you that you wondered if the thought of being seen, being watched by some of the guys turned you on more – that for a heartbeat, even, you wanted them to. 

Mingyu’s hand on your hip slipped beneath the hem of your pajama pants and panties, slowly sliding them down, just far enough for him to have access to your cunt but not so far that you couldn’t quickly pull them up again if needed. Fingers gripping into the flesh of your thigh, he pulled your leg back over his hip, then slid his hand forward to cup your cunt, slippery and swollen. Parted your intimate lips and teased at your entrance while he sucked at the skin beneath your ear.

If your words hadn’t been enough of an invitation, the way you bucked into his touch and bit at your own fist to keep in the needy whine definitely was. 

“Mm,” came his barely audible hum and then he was pressing two fingers into you, curling them to catch at the front of your pussy, his thumb starting to circle against your clit while he ground his hips into you. “You’re so wet, baby. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“This or –” you choked back a gasp, “or about climbing you like a – like a tree?”

He chuckled then, albeit breathlessly and purposefully quiet. “This. You’re always thinking about climbing me like a tree,” he teased. “Same way I’m always thinking about going full caveman and carrying you off to my, uh, cave.” 

“Hah! I’m actually totally okay with that, for the re-record. Gyu, I’m – please.” 

“Noted – fuck, you’re so hot.” The hand not fucking you came up to cover your mouth, muffling any and all noises you could make as his fingers slipped out of you. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m gonna give you what you asked for, but you can’t make a sound.”

Eyes rolling back in your head, you nodded, and let yourself be shifted, felt Mingyu shifting behind you and adjusting the covers over you both. Pushing his own pants down. You nearly forgot what you’d just agreed to at the press of his cock into your cunt, walls stretching around him, clinging to him. 

Nearly but not entirely because you didn’t actually want to get arrested and you definitely didn’t want him to stop. 

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to find a rhythm, strong hands guiding your legs forward to shift your hips, changing the angle so his dick was hitting you right where you needed it on every forward pump of his hips. 

Slow and easy – so careful to prevent making noise. 

Sucking marks into your skin to keep his mouth occupied and muffle his own need to gasp, to groan, to talk to you the way he knew affected you so much. You would complain because shit, you loved his words and the sounds he made while fucking you – all soft gasps and breathless moans of your name, grunts and growls and –

Okay, no. This was good, too. It was torture in the best way.

Which brought you back to the present and you had to fight so hard not to keen at how right he was about your greedy pussy. 

So greedy but “just for me,” he breathed against your neck and you could hear the tension in his voice, hear how close he was to coming apart, feel the tightness in his grip and the roughness with which he rubbed at your clit.

You squeezed his forearm, nails digging into the skin, silent agreement. Let yourself be swept away by the feelings of being possessed by him, taken by him – achingly aware of the constant threat of being caught. 

And finally it was too much and enough and fucking perfect. Your orgasm was rolling through you, a wave of blissful release that left you shaking in Mingyu’s arms, cunt pulsating around his cock, fluttering until he was holding your hips tightly to his and spilling himself into you. 

Holding you more gently as you both trembled in the aftermath and struggled to catch your breaths.

Pressing soft kisses to your neck while he helped you slide your panties and pants back up before doing the same to his own. 

His voice was still quiet when he spoke again, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as you turned in his arms to curl up against his side again. Sated and (finally) sleepy. Then you giggled as the reality of what you’d just done hit you. “I can’t believe we got away with that.”

Mingyu started to reply, when a stern voice beat him to it and drew both of your gazes to the half wall where it came from. 

“You didn’t.” That was Cheol, looking down at you both in the way that only he could. 

You looked around in a panic to see if anyone else was also paying attention or whether there were any angry flight attendants bearing down. Thank God, they weren’t and there wasn’t.

Just one leader arching an eyebrow. 

All right, so you were in trouble but not, like, the legal or life wrecking kind!

You looked at your boyfriend then back at Cheol. 

Fuck.

@berrryshortcake @hotgirlmingyu @mangogyu it's heeeere

[felix-3002]

Kinktober 「10:11」 — c.vernon

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➮ bogeyman!Vernon × fem!Reader wc: 3.9k summary: The monster under Y/N’s bed has been hearing her touch herself for the last few years & is starting to get jealous. Why does she touch herself when he’s right there? genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is closed! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: i have absolutely nothing to say about this and i do not apologize for any of it. if you like tentacles, you'll like this. that's all i'm saying lol enjoy and thank you for reading! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), virgin sex (f receiving), tentacles, unprotected sex (don’t do lol), oral (m receiving... sorta lol), anal sex (f receiving), triple penetration (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, sub!Reader, soft dom!Vernon, that should be it but as always tell me if I missed one! kinks: Tentacles + virgin sex dialogue prompt: ❛❛ I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜❜

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Sometimes, monsters are sent into the human world for specific purposes. Sometimes they protect special places like the woods or a loch or even graveyards. And sometimes, these monsters are sent to protect those who cannot protect themselves: children. The monster under your bed is normally just there to protect you from other monsters and to keep you safe until you reach adulthood.

Vernon was one of the monsters that was tasked with protection. He had the ability to shift into any form he wanted, squeeze into any small space and when he was tasked with protecting you, he was able to slither under your bed and find his home among the dust bunnies, feeding on whatever he could, not that he needed much to sustain him.

That first night he made his presence known and sent you running, screaming and crying for your parents. After that, he didn’t immediately try to introduce himself; instead, he took a slower approach, leaving little signs of his presence in the forms of notes, hastily scribbled in your art supplies. If he could establish himself as what your parents would call your imaginary friend, he felt he could get you to open up to him.

His plan worked and you soon started to notice him. He was smart and kept out of sight of your parents, using his incredible camouflaging abilities to hide from him even in the middle of the day. He wasn’t here for them. He was there for you and for your protection.

He was first put to the test when you were 7 years old. A shadow man had gotten in through the cracked window, letting in the cool autumn air. He managed to scare the creature off by turning into a mass of writhing tentacles and glowing eyes, growling in a deep menacing voice.

The shadow people never came back after that.

When he was in your sight, Vernon was as you were, a young child, boyish in appearance. He didn’t want to scare you with his sharp teeth or wriggling appendages. He wanted to be your friend. He liked you and soon he found that you liked him too.

As you grew up, he grew with you from a young monster into a mature one.

He saw your likes change over the years from unicorns and rainbows to sports like lacrosse and softball. You participated in said sports and soon, you started to forget about your imaginary friend and the monster under your bed as your focus shifted to boys, friends, and climbing the social ladder in school.

Yet Vernon remained, hiding in the dark spaces of your room as you grew into a beautiful and confident young woman. He also matured alongside you into an established monster with a presence that kept your home free from others that might try to harm you or your family.

By the time you were in college, Vernon had developed a sort of crush on you. Never in his life had he seen someone so pretty, though he might be a little biased. He had long since stopped talking to you from under your bed and hadn’t used his voice in so many years.

He thought that you would move away to attend college but when you opted to stay close to home to save on room and board, he was beyond ecstatic to have you stay close to him.

It was around winter of your freshman year of college that Vernon’s image of you changed drastically. 

It had been a relatively normal day, he lay in the dark crevice under your bed, playfully chasing the dust bunnies as he waited for night to fall. You returned from college, sitting at your desk to do homework before eating dinner with your family.

Once upon a time, you used to make your mother set a space for him and would bring the plate to your room when she was preoccupied with the dishes to bring him food, not that he needed it but he appreciated the gesture. It had been years since you’d done that.

After dinner, you took a shower and settled down for bed. It seemed like the usual routine until Vernon heard the sounds. Soft whimpers at first and he thought maybe you were having a nightmare but when a moan slipped out, he realized you were not dreaming.

In fact, you weren’t even asleep.

He suddenly felt very perverted, hanging onto every sound as he listened to you touch yourself for the first time. After that night ended in disappointment, he listened to you almost once a week for a year try to gain sexual satisfaction only to grow frustrated or upset at being unable to achieve it.

After a year of this, he decided maybe he should step in.

Like when you were a child, he didn’t want to just alert you to his presence, he had to ease you back into it. He started small, appearing as a pair of glowing eyes in the corner of your room. He hadn’t expected you to actually have your hand in your underwear while he stood there. It felt wrong to be watching so he took a step, creaking the floorboards to alert you to his presence.

You gasped, sitting up to turn on your bedside lamp and in the time it took you to get up and turn to grab the pull chain, he had slithered back across the floor and took up residence under your bed. For a week, he played this game with you until he felt that he had warmed you up to his presence.

Another night, you lay in bed, tossing and turning, sexual frustration rampant in your body, he finally spoke up.

“It’s been a long time,” he whispered softly. He heard your breath hitch, telling him you’d heard him.

“Wh-who are you?” you choked out. Vernon felt a small pang to his chest. You hadn’t remembered him? Not that he blamed you. It had been well over 10 years since you’d seen or spoken to him. You had grown up and out grown monsters and imaginary friends.

“I’m sure you don’t remember me,” he started. “But I’ve been watching over you since you were little.” He lay on his back, staring at the bottom of your bed. Your bed creaked as you turned over onto your back. “Vernon?” you called out and he felt his heart soar. So you did remember him.

“Yes,” he answered. “It’s been a long time,” he repeated. You let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll say,” you answered back. “I can’t believe you’re back.” Vernon chuckled this time. “I’ve been here the whole time,” he replied. Silence fell for a moment before you spoke up. “The whole time?”

You sounded nervous. Vernon laughed lightly, the sound like bells and reminding you of your childhood. “Yes,” he answered. “The whole time.”

You felt your stomach churn. ‘If he’s been there the whole time…’

“And are you here all the time or?” you asked. Vernon knew where this was going and he had no reason to lie. He had a plan to enact. “Yes,” he answered. “All day and all night. I see everything,” he added. “I hear everything.”

Your cheeks burned, chest rising and falling rapidly as the realization he had heard you night after night as you tried and failed to pleasure yourself. “So you’ve heard everything?” you asked. “Yes,” he whispered. “I know what you’ve been doing.”

“Oh god,” you whispered. “How embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Vernon asked. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s natural to explore your body.”

You groaned, the sound muffled as you no doubt used your pillow to hide your face. “If I had known you were here, I wouldn’t have ever—”

“Do you need help?”

You froze, eyes snapping open. “Wh-what?” you asked softly.

“I’ve heard you try and fail for nearly a year. Do you want help?”

It only took you a moment to think it over before you answered.

“Yes, please.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking into the darkness of your room, illuminated only by the light of the moon filtering in through the window casting a silvery glow over everything in its path. Your head turned back to the foot of your bed, catching sight of a pair of eyes peering over the footboard at you. You gasped as the figure slowly rose up, revealing a much more mature version of the boy you remembered from your childhood.

He’d grown as you had, reaching adulthood and growing into his features. You stared at him as he looked up at you. “Hi,” you said softly. A smile spread across his face. “Hi,” he replied just as quietly.

“You’ve changed,” you said softly, gesturing to him. His smile widened. “So have you,” he noted. You stared back at him, unsure of what to say or do next. “So uh… how do we do thi — oh!” you said as he climbed onto your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he crawled towards you.

“So do I just – ah — lay down?” you managed to squeak out as he forced you to lie back, drawing level with you. “Just relax,” he said softly. “I’ve never done this before,” you blurted out as he moved a hand up to your cheek. “I know,” he said softly. “So just let me take care of you.”

Your eyes flickered between his and his lips and as if he read your mind, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, muffling a gasp of surprise. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips moved against yours. You’d kissed plenty of guys before but Vernon was different. Whereas before, your movements felt rehearsed or mechanical, now it felt natural to kiss him. 

You let out a muffled noise of surprise as he rested his weight on top of you, slotting between your thighs easily. He continued to kiss you slowly, working you up to the next step, or what you assumed was the next step. His lips parted, forcing yours open and you felt his tongue slide into your mouth, touching your tongue. It was foreign as you’d never kissed someone like this before.

You had guys try but you always pulled away, feeling as if it was too much or too messy but with Vernon, it felt right. You couldn’t explain it but everything felt natural with him. Like it was meant to be. You had technically known him since you were a child. You trusted him, as crazy as it sounded.

His hands moved, sliding down the sides of your night shirt until he reached the hem. He slowly gathered the material in his hands and started to pull it up, bunching it at your waist and exposing your white cotton panties, the gusset stained with your arousal already.

Your cheeks burned as he pulled back, eyes scanning your body, drinking in every detail until they settled on the dark, wet patch at your crotch. His eyes seemed to flash, something in them shifting. He pushed the fabric of your shirt up, exposing your chest and you tried to cover yourself but he gently grabbed your wrists.

“Don’t he said softly. “Don’t cover yourself. I want to see all of you.”

He pinned your wrists above your head, staring into your eyes with his glowing ones. “Haven’t you already seen all of me?” you whispered as his eyes traveled down to your chest and back up. “No,” he answered, shaking his head. “I never watched you undress. I always let you have that privacy.”

There was a sort of relief in knowing that he wasn’t always watching you, simply just there. Like a protector you never knew you had.

You let out a moan as he leaned down, taking one of your pert nipples in his mouth, running his tongue around it before sucking softly. He released your wrists, his hand moving to cup and knead your other breast while your hands fell to his head, combing through his soft tresses.

He continued to lick and suckle the bud before turning his attention to the other one, pulling back to blow cool air on your wet skin. His lips continued to kiss down your stomach until he reached the elastic of your panties. He glanced up once before he gently grabbed the sides of your underwear and slide them down your hips and thighs, smearing the wetness that had gathered down the inside of your thigh.

He discarded the soiled material, tossing it carelessly aside before he pushed your thighs apart, looking down at your dripping cunt with a look of both fascination and desire. You were about to asked what he was doing when you felt something brush against your folds, gasping out as you tried to sit up.

Vernon pushed you back down. “It’s okay,” he said softly, cupping your cheek. “Look at me.” You looked up at him, heart pounding in your chest. “It’s okay,” he repeated. You felt two rounded nubs pull your folds apart, the cool night air hitting your entrance and sending a chill up your spine.

“What is that?” you asked softly, lifting your head. Your eyes widened as you saw a few long, slender tentacles with smooth round tips appear from between his legs. They didn’t seem to originate from his crotch and you suspected they came from his back. “If you don’t like it, I can put them away,” Vernon said softly. You looked up at him, shaking your head.

“No,” you breathed. “I’m okay with it. What are they gonna — hng!” 

Your words were cut off by a moan as you felt one of the tentacles rub against your clit, experimentally. Two kept your lips parted as the one continued to rub, occasionally flicking the sensitive nub, making your body shudder. “I wonder,” Vernon said curiously.

Before you could answer, the end of the tentacle that was rubbing against you opened up into an orifice, latching onto your clit and sucking gently, making you cry out. You clapped a hand over your mouth, staring up at Vernon who didn’t seem to notice. His entire attention was on what was happening between your legs.

You felt something brush against your stomach and looked down as another tentacle was snaking up your torso towards your chest. It reached your breast, curling around one of them and squeezing slightly as the end found your nipple and started to rub it in time with the suction against your clit.

You let out a moan, muffled by your hand as your body jerked violently. You could feel your orgasm building, faster than you could ever manage. At this rate, you would cum in no time. Vernon seemed to sense this and the motions of the tentacles seemed to slow, not ceasing but simply keeping you in a sort of limbo, the pleasure neither rising nor fading.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you whined, looking up at him to find him already staring at you with a look of hunger in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour you and was ready to pounce at any moment.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you,” he answered, the response sending another chill up your spine. You reached up, tugging your night shirt off and tossing it aside before laying back against the bed, splayed out for him. “Fine,” you answered, looking up at him.

“You have it.”

The moment the words left your lips, a mass of writhing tendrils sprang out from behind him, two darted out to grab your wrists, wrapping around them tightly and moving to bind your wrists above your head. Another one, thicker than the two that bound your wrists moved up, encircling around your neck lightly.

“Be gentle with me,” you whispered. Vernon gave you a warm smile. “I will,” he said softly. “I promise.”

The moment the words left his lips, the tentacle around your neck tightened enough to be firm but not enough to restrict your air or blood flow. You felt his hands push your thighs towards your sides, spreading them so he had a better view of your pussy.

“If you want me to stop at any point,” he started, looking up to meet your gaze. “Just say so, alright?” he asked. You nodded wordlessly. “I’m doing this for you,” he added. “Not for me.”

Your lips parted in a gasp as you felt the end of a larger tentacle prod at your sopping cunt, testing as the rest of it wiggled. “Deep breath,” Vernon instructed. You did as he said, inhaling slowly. “And out,” he added. As you let the breath out, the tip of the tentacle pushed into you, making you moan softly. It was smooth but the end of it was bulbous, like the head of a cock.

As it pushed into you, unrestrained, you felt your walls stretch around it. The feeling was foreign, slightly uncomfortable but not painful. It stopped, pressing against the tip of your cervix and filling you fully, throbbing and twitching as it rested there. The tentacle that had covered your clit resumed sucking lightly, a slight tugging as the tentacle inside you started to move, pumping slowly at first.

You let out another moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a heat started to spread throughout your body. With your wrists bound, you were unable to muffle your moans. “M-my parents might hear me,” you whimpered. “Then we better keep you quiet,” Vernon replied.

You let out another moan and your eyes quickly opened as you felt the end of a tentacle enter your mouth. Like the one in your cunt, it too had a bulbous head. You gagged as it pushed to the back of your throat and pulled back, settling in your mouth against your tongue and muffling your moans.

Two smaller tendrils lashed out, grabbing your ankles, less for control and more for stability. Vernon’s hands pushed your  thighs down more, lifting your hips. He kept his eyes focused on your pussy as another tentacle, much like the ones spreading your folds, appeared. You felt something seep from the tip against your anus and you met Vernon’s eyes as he looked up.

When you showed no resistance, the tentacle slowly pushed into your ass, stilling as you moaned, your anus tensing up. The tentacle in your cunt moved faster, pumping harder as each thrust had it kissing your cervix. Your body relaxed and the tentacle in your ass pushed further. You could feel it wiggling, pumping slowly in contrast with the tentacle in your pussy.

After a moment, you felt the tentacle start to swell and you moaned against the tentacle in your mouth, eyes rolling back again as the one in your ass stretched slightly. You felt it slowly retract, your hole puckering only for a moment before another one, larger, took its place, pushing in. You felt so full and as both tentacles pumped independently of one another, you felt your orgasm building again. The one in your mouth started to push to the back of your throat, pushing past your gag reflex and into your throat.

Each tentacle was moving independently of each other, creating a rhythmic pattern you couldn’t follow. The tentacle on your clit, which had released you for a brief moment, returned, latching and suckling softly. Another tentacle joined the one on your chest, swirling around your free breast and the end rubbing against your nipple. You clenched your fists as pleasure overwhelmed you, muffled moans resonating from your chest.

Vernon hadn’t even broken a sweat as he continued to watch the tentacles thrusting in and out of your holes. You couldn’t be certain if any of this was affecting him but he let out a slight groan, eyes fluttering as your walls spasmed around the tentacles.

With one more suckle on your clit, you finally came, body writhing in pleasure as a white hot sensation spread throughout your body, originating from your stomach and spreading to your limbs as you moaned over and over. Yet the tentacles didn’t stop. They kept going, pumping in and out of you even faster. 

You fell victim to the building pleasure once more, the ends of the tentacles rubbing against your nipples transforming much like the one on your clit, small orifices appearing and latching onto your breasts, suckling at different intervals. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm you and you weren’t sure how much more you could take as another orgasm washed over you.

Still, the tentacles didn’t stop, instead, moving even faster. You moaned, the room full of the lewd wet sounds of the tentacles pumping into you, your gagging as the one in your mouth fucked your throat. Vernon let out another strained groan. You looked up, noticing a bead of sweat running down his temple as his grip on the backs of your thighs tightened.

So it was affecting him. You let out a muffled moan, back arching as another orgasm rolled over you, your walls fluttering around the tentacles. This time, Vernon let out a moan, the tentacles moved even faster as he muttered your name repeatedly like a chant.

The first tentacle to blow was the one in your throat, spilling a hot wet load down your throat. The second was the one in your ass, exploding violently and a thick load filling your colon. The last one to go was the one in your cunt, an even larger load gushing out to fill your cunt.

At once, all movement ceased, the tentacles twitching and throbbing for a moment before they retracted slowly. The ones with the mouths pulled back first with a slight popping sound. The one in your mouth pulled out slowly until you gasped, coughing. The one in your ass pulled out next, the release spilling out onto your sheets as the one in your pussy pulled out, even more of the sticky mess spilling out of you.

The last ones to release you were the ones around your wrists and ankles and the one around your neck. All of them retracted back to Vernon and he let out a ragged breath as you lay covered in a mess of your own release as well as his and sweat. Your eyes fluttered open as you heard the rustle of the sheets as he got off the bed. 

“What’re you doing?” you murmured as he leaned over you, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek and lips. “You’re covered in a mess,” he murmured. You felt his arms snake under you, lifting you easily and carrying you swiftly to your bathroom. “I’ll run you a bath,” he added. “And change your sheets.”

You let out a scoff as he easily used a tentacle to turn on the bath, testing the water until it was warm enough and placed the plug in the drain. He set you down carefully as the tub filled with hot water. “Do you even know where the spare ones are?” you asked as he knelt by the edge of the tub, cupping your cheek. “Did you forget I’ve lived here almost my entire life?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He stood up and started towards the door. “Vernon?” you called out, making him turn to look at you.

“You’re not going anywhere, right?” He smiled at you, shaking his head. “No,” he answered as he opened the door and started to shut it, peering in to give you a smirk.  “You’re stuck with me.”

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[felix-3002]

overflowed - choi seungcheol

husband!cheol x fem!reader

word count: ~2.2k (don’t look at me)

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, slight manhandling, ass grabbing/smacking, multiple orgasms, fingering, dick riding, slight dumbification, praising?, slight breeding kink, cheol just wants to take care of his partner, mentions of reader being overworked, fluff?, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

the house was quiet as seungcheol rushed around, grabbing things and taking them to the bathroom. he didn’t have a lot of time before you were to get home from running errands and he wanted to make sure everything was ready for when you arrived. 

just as he lit the last candle on the counter he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing followed by quiet shuffling as you got settled downstairs. with a grin on his face he slowly makes his way down the stairs so he doesn’t startle you. 

“baby!” he chirps, standing in the doorway of the kitchen where you’re putting groceries away. jumping a little you spin around and tilt your head confused.

“you’re home?” you can’t help but smile at seeing your husband. “but, i thought you had work?” 

“i called off,” he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “i wanted to spend some time with you.” he mumbles before leaning down to kiss you.

wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him closer, smiling into the kiss. your fingers gently tangle into the hairs on the back of his neck and you tug a little when his hands lower down to squeeze your ass. 

“cheol,” you gasp a little when he bites at your bottom lip. he can’t help but smirk as he crouches a little to hook his legs around your thighs to lift you up. squealing, you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. “what’re you doing!?” you laugh quietly.

“i have a surprise for you.” he smiles as he walks up the stairs to the master bathroom where he had a steaming bath full of bubbly water waiting for you. 

“a bath?” you tilt your head back when he walks through the door. all cheol does is hum quietly as he sets you down to sit on the counter. 

“you’ve been so busy lately and you haven’t had a second to relax,” he smiles gently as he pushes your hair behind your ear. “i wanted to do something special for you.” 

“god how’d i get so lucky to have you as a husband,” you can’t help but tug him back down to kiss him hard on the lips. seungcheol grunts a little at the impact before he’s pressing close, deepening the kiss as his hands rest on the counter top. “help me undress?” you mumble against his lips. 

seungcheol doesn’t waste a second as he pulls away and starts sliding your shirt up and over your head, making quick work in stripping you down. he’s about to lead you to the bathtub before you’re tugging at his pants with a little pout.

“join me?” you give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, and god he couldn’t say no to you (not that he’d ever say no to bathing with you). he threw off his shirts and sweats in the blink of an eye and you can’t help but quirk an eyebrow at him. “you went commando?” you smile and laugh quietly as he rolls his eyes playfully and nudges you towards the tub.

“i did go commando, not because i was anticipating fucking you in every room of the house today but because i wanted to be comfortable.” you could hear the playfulness in his voice as you carefully step into the warm water and wait for him to get in as well. he sits down first, settling with his back against the wall as he beckons you to sit down in front of him. 

“oh this feels nice,” you sighed, leaning to settle against seungcheol’s chest. he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing gently on your shoulder.

“does it?” he smiles against your skin, squeezing you a little tighter. you blush lightly when he pulled you closer, you could feel his dick against your back and it was already hard. 

“yeah it does, i really needed this.” you mumble quietly, closing your eyes you tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. 

seungcheol hums quietly as he leaves gentle kisses on your neck, taking his time in mapping out all your favorite spots for the millionth time and leaving love bites everywhere. you let out quiet moans, digging your nails into his arms to keep yourself grounded. 

“cheol,” you whine when he sucks on the spot below your ear, smirking when you wiggle around in his grasp. he knew your body like the back of his hand and he knew how to make you fall apart without using his dick. “don’t tease.” 

“teasing? i would never tease you sweetheart,” he smirks against your neck before his hands trail down to ghost over your thighs, gripping them when you jerk your hips a little. “all i want to do is make you feel good.” he whispers before he goes back to sucking at your neck. one of his hands travels up your thigh, rubbing at your hip as you whine about wanting him to touch you. 

seungcheol could make you suffer, have you beg him to fuck you stupid but he was feeling rather nice right now. he snakes his fingers down towards your cunt, quickly finding your clint and circling his fingers around it. gasping and moaning louder you lean your head back against his shoulder and spread your legs as wide as you can. 

“such a pretty baby,” he whispers, your moans were heaven to his ears as he rubbed at your clit faster causing you to moan louder. “falling apart and i haven’t even put anything inside you yet.” he smirks. 

you moan and mumble about wanting his fingers inside of you and who is he to say no to you? seungcheol snakes his other hand down so he can insert two fingers into your pussy, waiting for you to adjust to them before he starts to slowly pump them in and out of you. 

the water splashes around as he picks up his speed, his arms flexing as he rubbed at your clit and continues to thrust his fingers.. he curls his fingers into your g-spot, pulling a loud, high pitch moan from you. 

“fuck baby, you’re taking my fingers so well.” he continues to hit your g-spot faster, causing the coil in your stomach to wind up quickly. 

“cheol fuck!” you gasp out, your legs threatening to close as your orgasm approaches. “i’m gonna cum.” 

“cum for me baby,” he groans quietly at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers as he keeps thrusting them in and out of you. he didn’t care about how much his arm ached, he helped you ride out your orgasm until you were tapping at his arm to stop. “did that feel good, baby?” he gently rubbed at your hips after pulling his fingers away from your pussy. 

“yeah it did,” you breath out quietly before sitting up straight, you turn around in his arms and lean in to kiss him on the lips. he smiles into the kiss and grabs at your ass, pulling you closer again. “wanna ride you.” you mumble when you pull away from the kiss. 

“you can have anything you want, baby.” he smiles as he squeezes your ass, watching as you move to settle on his lap. he props his legs up so you have some support as you line his dick up with your entrance. “fuck.” he groans lowly as you lower down onto his dick. 

gasping quietly your eyes flutter shut, you bite at your lip as you pause for a second. no matter how many times you have sex you’ll never get used to his size, and considering it’s been awhile since you last had sex the stretch was a little much but god was it delicious. 

“take your time baby,” cheol groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, he bit his lip and leans his head back against the wall. it took a lot out of him to not bust right there at how you squeezed him. “we have all day.” he rubs at your hips as you slowly settle all the way down on his dick, moaning when the tip of his dick nestles perfectly against your cervix. 

“so big,” you moan loudly, slowly starting to bounce up and down. your fingers dig into his biceps for stability as you try to keep a steady pace. the water splashes more aggressively in the tub as you pick up speed, seungcheol helping you bounce on his dick as he groans lowly. “fuck.” you let your body lean forward to rest on his chest as he takes over, fucking up into you. 

“fuck you feel so good.” he groans into your ear, kissing the side of your head as his fingers dig into your hips. he bounces you on his dick faster as he snaps his hips up to meet yours. the coil was winding up again in your stomach as you clawed at his arms, your mouth falling open as you kissed and sucked at his chest. 

“cheolie,” you whine out when he hits the spongy spot inside of you, causing your toes to curl. “fuck, shit!” you gasp when he smacks at your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub and getting the floor all wet. neither of you could care though, not with the way that seungcheol was fucking up into you. 

“that’s it baby,” he groans louder. “taking my dick so well.” he starts to thrust up faster, his own orgasm fast approaching but he refused to cum before you did. 

“cum, gonna cum.” you babble as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your nails creating crescent shapes in his arms. 

“good girl, cum all over my dick.” he groans as he buries his face in your neck, biting it harshly when you clench around him. you moan loudly when you cum, your pussy clenching tightly around seungcheol dick making it almost impossible for him to keep thrusting. he helps you ride out your orgasm as he chases his own, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his legs tensing as he cums deep inside you. “fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum. watch you get round with my baby.”  

you mewl quietly as you bite at his chest to muffle the loud screams you wanted to let out as he kept thrusting into you. even after he finished he kept going, until your brain was practically mush and all you could do was moan and cry. 

“i’ve got you baby,” he hushes quietly as he finally comes to a stop after ripping a third orgasm from you. “you did so well.” he cooed as he kissed the side of your head, gently brushing the hair out of your face. 

“felt so good,” you mumble after a couple minutes of catching your breath. “thank you.” 

“of course, you know i’ll always try and make you feel good.” he hums quietly as he keeps rubbing at your hips gently. “now, let’s actually get cleaned.” 

slowly seungcheol pulls his dick out of you carefully, mumbling an apology when he notices you flinch and hiss quietly. 

“i’m ok, just a little sore. it’s been awhile.” you laugh quietly as you kiss his nose reassuringly. 

“are you sure?” he looked so worried, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort or pain. 

“i’m sure cheol,” you smile at him, rubbing his arms. “you just have a big dick.” he couldn’t help but blush a little before he’s smirking, pulling you closer so he can kiss you. “we should really clean up now.” you pull away from the kiss.  

“are you gonna be able to stand?” he raises his eyebrows teasingly before you’re smacking his arm and standing up, only stumbling a little which freaked seungcheol out because he thought you were gonna fall out of the tub. 

“how about you sit back down.” he wraps his arms around your waist, his heart beating fast from the scare he just got. 

“i’ll be fine, i just had to get my bearings.” you lean back into his chest, humming quietly when he mumbles a quiet ok before he’s slowly moving away from you. he bends down to unplug the bathtub and before he stands up straight you smack his ass, laughing when he curses and jolts forward. 

“you little shit.” he mumbles before he’s grabbing you and pulling you into his chest to kiss all over your face. you can’t help but laugh loudly, squirming to try and get away from him. “you’re not going anywhere.” he smirks as he turns the shower head on, letting the water rain over the two of you. 

you definitely weren’t leaving that bathroom anytime soon and honestly you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not even when your fingers turned to prunes and the water ran cold. and if you weren’t able to walk straight in the morning after the long day you two had? you still couldn’t bring yourself to care because seungcheol was there next to you to take care of you.

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[felix-3002]

Vodka Slime

pairing: alien!Seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: smut, mild comedy. minors dni.

warnings: monsterfucking, use of tentacles, dom!seungcheol, bratty reader, pussy slapping, bondage, implied size kink (reader is smaller than seungcheol), tummy bulge, squirting, masturbating, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (pls stay safe), dirty talk, recording during sex (consensual but DON'T DO IT IRL), reader runs a nsfw twitter acc, alcohol consumption

word count: 2.7k

summary: picking up a hot guy from a bar to spend the night with was in your bucket list. him being an alien wasn't. not that you really complain.

Author's note: Spooky season is here and what better way to participate than a spooky smutty theme :) this was a request from Y anon!

p.s.: main inspiration for this fic was drawn by @meltwonu's Starlighter fic, it is a MUST read (like the rest of monster mash lmaooo)

taglist: @duhnova @smileysuh @gyuwoncheol (kindly suffer <3)

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

You kinda wish you had stayed at home.

You thought it would be a good idea to dress up and go to a bar on your own to enjoy a cocktail, hoping for a stroke of luck - Alas, things don’t always go your way.

If you had stayed home, you would be in comfy clothes or maybe no clothes at all, thinking of which toy you want to fuck yourself with. 

You let out a huff and you take your cocktail in your hand, opting for a ‘random walk’ around the bar (you just want to spot a single guy who wouldn’t mind to get laid tonight), but as soon as you turn around, you collide with a very firm body and your cocktail ends up splashing all over your top.

“Fuck!” You gasp when the ice cold beverage hits your skin, desperately looking for napkins to clean up the newly made mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” He apologizes profusely as he asks for napkins from the bartender. “Here, these should help somehow.” He passes you the napkins and you accept them with a grumble, trying your best to clean up yourself.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, miss?”

“You can only-” you almost snap at him but your words die down in your throat when you raise your head and take a good look at the unknown man.

And all you see is the stroke of luck you were wishing for all night long.

Semi-pulled back white hair, slightly messed up from the wind outside, a tight fitted shirt accentuating his toned pecs and a jawline sharp enough to cut through your clothes.

“Well…” You put down the used napkins, “I wouldn’t mind a refill of that cocktail I was drinking.”

The unknown man flashes a rather adorable gummy smile and effortlessly takes a couple of bills out of his wallet.

“That, I can definitely do.”

"So, a college student. That's pretty cool."

You almost snort in your drink. "Oh yeah, it's so cool to stress over random classes because the professor happens to be a dickhead." 

"Hey, don't downplay your achievements. It's not like everyone has the brains to attend college, you know." The man plays with the rim of his glass.

"It's actually funny how hard you're trying to get my attention, while you don't even know my name." You down your cocktail.

"And here I was wondering whether you'd bring it up or not." He chuckles. 

"Well? Are you satisfied now, mister I don't know-what-your-name-is?"

"Seungcheol. Choi Seungcheol."

"What?"

"That's my name, doll."

"Oh." You gulp down. "That's a very nice name you have there."

“So I’ve been told before.”

“By other girls, I suppose?”

“I’m not obligated to share this information, doll.”

“Suit yourself then.” You shrug and open your purse, taking out a small folded mirror to check your makeup.

“I’m impressed.” Seungcheol licks the corner of his mouth, “It’s the first time someone isn’t giving their attention to me.”

“You either have a bloated ego or you’re a desperate attention whore. Or both, I guess.” You sigh.

“And you have a pretty foul mouth for such a pretty face.”

“Cliché.”

“Did it work?”

“I’m not obligated to share this information, mister Choi.” You mimic his attitude.

“Are you even willing to share something with me, other than a drink?” He huffs.

“To be completely honest, I was hoping to come here and snatch a cutie back home to have fun with, but things are looking kinda grim.”

Seungcheol flashes a wide smirk. “What a wonderful coincidence, for our goals to be aligned tonight.”

“You’re here to hit it off with someone too?”

“Yeah. And to be fair, you’re looking way too hot and way too lonely to not get laid tonight.”

“Are you suggesting I should fuck you, Seungcheol?”

“I was planning on using more subtle words but I suppose this is also a way to approach things.”

You take a few seconds to yourself, pondering about Seungcheol’s proposal.

Cons - he’s a complete stranger and could be a murderer.

Pros - he’s fucking hot and you could get new content for your account.

“I have one question.”

“Fire away, doll.”

“You’re not some kind of crazy ass murderer, right?”

Seungcheol snorts. “Murderer? Nope."

He brings himself closer to you. "But the crazy ass depends on the context."

"I think we both know the context." You lick your lips.

"Then I hope you're into crazy stuff, doll."

Boy, he's in for a treat.

"That's a nice setup you have here."

"Thanks." You smile and take off your shoes.

"Are you a streamer?" 

"Hmm, not really."

"There's no shame in saying you're a camgirl." Seungcheol chuckles.

"I never said that and I definitely didn't try to hide it." You retort.

"Judging from the box of dildos being out in the open on your desk, I would agree to the latter."

"Do they make you feel uncomfortable, Seungcheol?"

"Not at all." He walks towards the desk and picks up a neon colored, tentacle shaped dildo. "Is this what you play with?"

You sit down on the bed and cross your legs sensually. "Got a problem with that?"

"Not really." Seungcheol drops the toy in the box. "It's a shame to play with fake stuff when you can have access to the real stuff."

You snort. "What, you're into that fake tentacles porn?" 

He flashes a smirk and removes his jacket and t-shirt, you let out a whistle at the sight of his naked torso. 

The excitement you had stored in your body evaporates within milliseconds when you see extra large sized tentacles coming out of Seungcheol's back, looming over him.

"Okay whoa, that is NOT what I was expecting!" 

"I know it's shocking, but I have zero intention to hurt you-"

You crawl away from him. "Your little friends don't seem to share the sentiment!" 

"I am the one who controls them, I can pull them back if you want me to."

"I- I just-"

"Look, I can just put my clothes back on and disappear from your apartment, like I never even existed in the first place."

"W-Wait! I, um-"

"Take your time, Y/N."

"Can you try not to put these things near my mouth please?"

"Since you asked so nicely, I have no choice but to comply."

Seungcheol crawls on the bed and cages you between his body and the mattress, peppering kisses across your jawline to make you feel more comfortable.

"Do you mind if I kiss you? I promise my lips are nothing like my tentacles."

"Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me!" You grab his face with your hands and smash your lips on his, slipping your tongue in his mouth, but it doesn't last for long, as he pulls away and pins your hands above your head.

"What got into you all of a sudden, doll?"

"Maybe I thought things over again and decided that fucking a hot guy with tentacles isn't a terrible idea." 

"I thought you weren't into that thing?"

"Half of my porn content is with tentacle dildos, please get real."

Seungcheol scoffs. "You little brat."

He lifts himself off you and with a tilt of his head, his tentacles wrap around your torso and legs, restricting you midair.

"You fucker! This is foul play!" You yelp.

He leans back on the headrest of the bed, looking at you with hungry eyes. "Everything is fair in war, love and sex, doll. I’m just spicing up things a little." 

Two more of his tentacles come up to your body, one ripping your top in half and the other flipping your skirt to reveal your bare pussy.

“Fuck you, I liked that top!”

“It was already ruined, sweetheart, don’t think too much of it. No underwear though? That's hot."

"It's called easy access, himbo."

Seungcheol clicks his tongue in annoyance and whips one of his tentacles over your pussy, making you whine.

"You're being a lil' smartass and it could get you in trouble, Y/N."

"Do your worst, Kraken."

The tentacle glides between your lips with the tip repeatedly nudging your clit when it suddenly whips your pussy again and you close your legs involuntarily.

"Ah ah ah, we're not having any of that." 

The tentacles tighten around your legs and keep them wide open, while the third one keeps rubbing your pussy slowly enough for the suckers to tease your sensitive parts.

"Ah! Fuck!" You moan when the slimy object slaps your cunt over and over again, your juices starting to drip on your asscheeks and all over the sheets.

"Drenched already? I haven't even fucked you yet, doll." Seungcheol chuckles as he strokes his cock, his pants discarded a long time ago.

"It's all f-fun and games when you're the o-one sitting on the bed!" You whine in defeat.

Your lips fall open when after a particular harsh slap, the tentacle effortlessly pushes into your entrance, turning around and rubbing your walls in an excruciatingly slow manner.

"Oh…my God…Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

Seungcheol raises his eyebrow. "You feel a tad bit loose, sweetheart." 

"And w-what about it?"

You nearly scream when another, thicker tentacle enters your pussy and thrusts harder than the other one. You feel your walls being stretched out, the foreign bodies in your hole proving to be bigger than the toys you use.

“Now it feels just right.” Seungcheol moans, as if it was his dick fucking you stupid. “Can’t wait to have you all wrapped around my cock, doll.”

“F-Fu- Cheol, I’m gonna cum!” You gasp when the tentacles pick up the pace and ram your cunt without mercy.

“Come on, doll, show me what this pussy is capable of.” Seungcheol grunts as he fists his cock harder to bring himself closer to his climax.

A sharp shriek erupts from your throat - you squirt all over your thighs and the slimy appendices, juices dripping down on the sheets and Seungcheol’s legs. His cock explodes all over his torso, streaks of thick white cum splashing on his skin.

The tentacles around your body relax just enough to let you plop down on the mattress, leaving your skin sticky and covered with a thin, slimy substance. He slowly retracts them altogether and they disappear from your field of view, as if they never existed in the first place.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

Seungcheol crawls on the mattress until he’s hovering above you. “That’s cute. But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet, doll.”

Your eyes go wide when you notice the sheer size of his cock resting on top of your stomach and you’re pretty sure it’s way bigger than anything else you’ve taken before.

“There’s no fucking way that thing will fit in me!”

“That’s what you said about my tentacles, but you took them like a pro.”

“That’s different!” You protest.

“Different how?”

You purse your lips.

“Different how, Y/N?” Seungcheol slaps his cock between your legs and you whimper.

“It’s….so fucking big, Cheol….”

“Are you scared?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“We can always take it slow, pretty girl. Are you on the pill?”

You nod your head slowly and hook your fingers around the elastic band of the skirt to take it off, but he stops you.

“The skirt stays on.”

“It could get in the way, though.”

“Pull it just enough to let your pussy show.”

“Wait, I’ve got an idea.” You say and point towards the video camera on the desk. “Can you grab it for me?”

“What do you have in mind, doll?”

“Since it might take some effort to make it fit…” You turn on the camera and hand it over to him, “Might as well show my followers how it’s done, right?”

Seungcheol flashes a dirty smirk before he points the camera to your pussy, his tip nudging your entrance. You wince a little when the bulbous head pushes into your hole, a strangled moan escaping from your mouth when you try to fit in more of his shaft.

“Easy now, I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

He swipes his free hand over his abs to pick up the cum that hasn’t dried yet and smears it all over his length, using it as lube.

“S-Stop teasing me…”

“‘M sorry doll, but I don't wanna rip your pretty pussy apart.”

“Fuck, I can take it, promise!” You arch your back and buck your hips in the air.

Seungcheol flattens his free hand over your stomach and pins you down. “You will take only what I wanna give you, sweetheart. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Your walls clench around his tip and he has the audacity to bring the camera closer to the spot you’re connected to each other, only to push his fat cock all the way to the base.

“Fuuuuuck, it’s huge…” Your eyes roll back and your pussy spasms like crazy, trying your best to accommodate his size.

“Good girl, I knew you’d take it all in.” Seungcheol rasps as he rubs his palm over the newly formed bulge in your tummy, “Such a tiny pussy yet you managed to fit all of it. I think you deserve a treat for this.”

His hand moves to your left hip and he starts thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first.

You moan loudly with each thrust he delivers and you slide one of your hands directly over the spot that bulges from his cock.

“Not so snarky now, are you?”

“M-More…”

“More what, doll? Use your big girl words.”

“M-More power, harder, please!” You beg between sobs.

“I was planning on dragging it out a bit more, but fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice and I can’t wait to blow my load in your pussy, doll.”

He pulls the camera a bit further away to get a full view of your and his lower half, ensuring none of your faces are visible in the video. He answers your pleas by fucking you harder and faster than his tentacles did and he can swear his sanity is starting to slip away.

“S-Shit, you’re- Fuck! It’s so good!” You scream and grip the sheets around you, your tits bouncing up and down.

“Mmmh, I’m about to cum, baby- Gonna take it all deep, will you?” Seungcheol moans above you, trying to keep the camera steady.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck me full with your load, daddy!” You cry out and your thighs shake as you cum around his cock, your wet walls rapidly clenching around his huge shaft.

“Fuuuck….” He delivers a few shallow thrusts before he buries himself to the hilt, blowing his thick load inside your pussy until a white ring of cum forms around his base. He doesn’t hesitate to take out his cock with an obscene pop and spurt the remnants of his orgasm over your pussy and your skirt.

“That…was fucking amazing.” Seungcheol taps his cock on your clit, chuckling when you bite your lips to suppress your moans.

“Close…the camera…” You mutter and he presses the button to stop the recording.

He puts the camera down and lays right next to you, ghosting his fingers over your abused cunt. 

“So? Do you think it was a waste of time to bring me back home?”

You grip his wrist and bring his hand in front of your face, licking his digits clean.

“Only an idiot would consider you a waste of time, Cheol.”

“Does that mean you’re down to exchange numbers?”

“Are you not-so-subtly asking for another time?” You rake your pointer finger across his chest.

“Perhaps I am,” he confirms, “Not to mention that one time isn’t anywhere near enough to show you what I can truly do with my tentacles.”

“One question - Do your tentacles spit stuff like in hentai?”

Seungcheol snorts and erupts into a laughing fit, to the point of tears.

You slap his arm. “What’s so funny?! I’m serious!”

“I know! It was still funny,” he wipes his tears away, “But I can’t answer your question yet.”

“And why is that?”

He smirks again.

“That would just spoil the fun for next time, doll.”

[felix-3002]

hello mitchie beloved 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ how abt joshua and consensual free use/somnophilia <3 i'm in dire straits rn and i actually need to get used by this man for his own pleasure 24/7 🫶 /hj

++ hugs and kisses for being one of the sweetest people ever actually !!

A/N: kai, my beloved! i hope this is to your liking! thanks for the request, i loved writing it!! sending you love and hugs and kisses back <3

PAIRING: Joshua x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Smut MDNI!

WARNINGS: free use/somnophilia, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation (usage of the word slut) creampie

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

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Smut under the cut

the thought of your boyfriend using you for his own pleasure has always been one that extremely excited you. joshua was sweet, a true angel most of the time. funny and kind and always trying to make you feel good, to take care of your needs before his own. for the longest time you felt almost ashamed of wanting him to use you whenever he wanted, but at some point you decided that the worst thing that could happen would be him saying he wasn’t really into that. and you’d be fine because it wasn’t like your sex life wasn’t fulfilling enough. 

what you had not expected was him growing beet red, his eyes wide in something like shock when you tell him. he is baffled, speechless really. and it takes him a few minutes to regain his composure. you smile at him, caress his hand and reassure him that it is just a thought. he is not obligated to act on your wish if he doesn’t feel comfortable. when he asks you what exactly you mean when you say whenever he wants, your answer makes him swallow. it makes his cock twitch in his underwear. it makes his mind go wild with thoughts he normally wouldn’t allow himself to have. you were his princess, his everything, so precious and good. you deserved to be pampered, to be treated like a queen. never would he ever allow himself to… but now this. now you’re telling him you want him to use you and it begins a process in his brain. 

a few days go by and you think joshua might just not be into it. and you’re cool with that. you go through your day as you usually do until one evening you come home from work and joshua is sitting at the dining table with his laptop and work notes scattered around. he looks up at you when you enter the room and gets up, his ears as red as his face a few days ago.

“baby,” he begins, his hands finding your hips and he kisses you once, twice, before placing his forehead against yours. 

“josh, what is it?” you ask, worried, one of your hands cupping his cheek. he licks his lips.

“what we discussed the other day… about me and you and…,” he looks at you and you know what he means, a small smile on your lips as you nod.

“well i was thinking … do you- do you really mean it when you say i can use you when you’re asleep?” 

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but you are quick to nod. just the thought of it alone makes your cunt clench. 

“yes, honey, i mean it. i really… really would love for you to use me when i’m sleeping, or… any time at all, really. just want you to feel good, joshy.” 

your sultry voice and the way you look at him almost make him bend you over the table, doing as you wish right there. but there is still a report he needs to finish and so he just nods, kissing your cheek with a semi hard cock in his pants before sitting back down. 

he lays awake that night while you’re sound asleep. he had been worried you might not be able to sleep after what you’d discussed but here you are now. soft and cute snores proving you are really gone, one hand tucked under your cheek while the other lays flatly on the mattress. you are laying on your side, your backside turned to joshua and he contemplates. his cock has been hard for hours he feels. his heart is beating rapidly, even echoing in his ears and he thinks back to the words you had said a few days ago as well as tonight. you want him to use you. want him to feel good. so you would definitely be okay if he-

he finds himself pressed against your ass five seconds later. his cock is right there between your cheeks, still behind his boxers, but, god, does it feel good. he moans quietly, one hand moving to the front of you, touching your tit over your (his) sleep shirt. he wonders if your nipple will harden when you touch it. another moan escapes his throat when it does. he lets his hand slide underneath your shirt, thumb and index twirling your nipple, his cock growing even harder against your backside. he kisses the back of your neck, licks the spot underneath your ear and finally moves to touch you between your legs. 

joshua loves your pussy. loves it so much he literally can’t get enough of it. ever since your first conversation about this topic, he hadn’t touched you, so he’s a little scared of coming sooner than later. still, he feels your folds underneath your panties, letting a finger get coated in your juices to eventually push it inside, your tight walls clenching around him right away. he groans again, beginning to rock his hips against your ass, the friction making his eyes roll back. he ruts against you, free hand getting his cock out to actually feel your skin against his hard length and, fuck, it feels heavenly. he soon adds another finger, stretching your cunt open, letting it get adjusted before he’d finally sink into you and fuck you until he filled you to the brim. 

“so good for me even when asleep… my perfect princess,” he whispers, softly shoving you onto your stomach, leaving your cunt open for him to access. he licks his lips, lets his hand pump his cock a few times, before finally pulling out his fingers and replacing them with his leaking cock. 

the moan he lets out when he feels you around him almost wakes you up. just almost. your body reacts accordingly to what is happening - your pussy sucking him in as it always does, dripping onto the sheets as if your subconscious knows how fucking hot you find this. it probably does. joshua bottoms out, his hands are on either side of you, his hips rutting against your ass, cock now going in and out of your pussy in a speed that has him see stars. 

“f-fucking hell, such a good, perfect pussy, sh-shit,” he can’t keep his voice or his noises down and it doesn’t come as a surprise that you wake up with arousal shaking your whole body, all sleepiness gone within mere seconds. you cry out, your hands gripping the bed sheets as your cunt clenches around joshua’s cock over and over again.

“j-josh!” you whimper and he looks down at your face, sees your eyes staring at him, the hotness radiating from you. something inside of him shifts and his angelic demeanor disappears once and for all as he moves one hand to push your head into the mattress, his thrusts getting harder.

“such a slut, wants to get used like a toy doesn’t she? wants her cunt to be nothing but a cumrag, wants to wake up in the morning with it still dripping out of her, fuck,” he hears your cries against the mattress, feels you coming on his cock, the waves of pleasure almost getting him off the edge too.

“o-oh my god- j-josh, don’t stop!” you know there is more, know he can make you come at least one more time and joshua picks up his pace again, letting off your head and instead wrapping his arm around you to press his thumb down on your clit, your whole body jerking as you arch your back.

“what a good slut i got myself, such a good filthy slut, isn’t that right?” his eyes can’t stay open anymore, his hips moving at an uncontrollable speed and the second you cry out that, yes, you are nothing but a filthy slut, his cum shoots out his cock and into you, his moans music to your ears as he gets you over the edge once more, fucking the both of you through your orgasms. 

josh collapses on top of you, heavy breath against your ear and you feel sweat rolling down your forehead. your pussy is still pulsating around his softening cock and joshua jerks forward once again, kissing your neck.

“you’re incredible,” he mumbles against your skin and you chuckle, turning your head so you could see him a little better.

“i know,” you grin back and joshua laughs before pulling out of you and going back to his angelic self, walking to the bathroom to get you a warm wet cloth to clean yourself up.

[felix-3002]

_seventeen drabbles - vi.

✦ pairing: hansol (vernon) chwe x fem!reader ✦ word count: 0.4k ✦ genre: smut (18+/mdni!) ✦ warnings: semi-public, unprotected sex ✦ synopsis: just because it's raining doesn't mean you shouldn't receive pleasure.

The sound of the thunder thrums in your veins as you keep your legs taut around Hansol’s waist. With Hansol thrusting inside of you at a languid pace, you realize the wetness of your skin is nothing compared to the feeling between your thighs, begging to be relieved.

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the convenience store for chocolate, a craving Hansol agreed to cater to. The harmless activity became a trap set under a barrage of rain on your way home. The bag of goods was soaked, as were you and your boyfriend.

But it hadn’t gone further until Hansol had seen your skin slick with rain and the smile on your face at the absurdity of it all and thought, She looks beautiful.

He quickly pulled you into a safe, inconspicuous spot in an alleyway and pressed his hand to your throat and his lips to yours, suddenly intoxicated. He needed to have you in that moment, feel your body against his and have you squirming because of his touch. It didn’t matter if the city flooded. He could give a fuck less.

All of his reckless abandon led to this, the perfect angle of his dick inside of you making your toes curl against the curve of his back. Your shorts and panties had been pulled down just enough so he could glide his fingers to your entrance, unsurprised to find welcome wetness and heat. When he slid his cock between your folds, he entered with such ease he practically came at the effortlessness.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” he grunts in between movements, pressing the hand not against the column of your throat to the brick tile behind you to steady himself.

You moan in agreement. Clinging harder to the fabric of his sweatshirt, the cotton drenched, you can’t hold back from audibly expressing how good it feels. The rain seems to quell the sounds of your pleasure. You’re thankful for it as the closer you get to your release, the louder you are.

In reverse, Hansol gets quieter the closer he feels he is to his orgasm, focusing only on making sure you reach it as fast as he does. Only when you bite the skin of his neck and whimper so beautifully in his ear does he finally fall apart, feeling himself spilling inside of you. “Shit,” he groans.

The rain begins to quiet across the city. You stay close together, listening to the sound of the weather mellow and the tempo of your hearts.

[felix-3002]

GOODNIGHT N GO

18+ / mdi

summary: having always seen minghao from afar, you always considered him unattainable, with him never interacting with you while his friends brought you around. unbeknownst to you, he had similar thoughts about you, constantly keeping his distance, thinking you must've been interested in his members instead. luckily for you, you had two very meddling friends, too fed up with your mutual idiocy.

content: idol!minghao x hybeidol!reader, reader is mingyu and seokmin's bestie, afab reader, reader is implied to be a 97 liner but its not a huge plot point, acquaintances to lovers, very adorable crushes, assume minghao is a little shier and less social than he seems irl pls, reader is mentioned to have some family troubles, minghao literally courts reader aaahh he's too cute, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation (kind of), dry humping, mentions of pregnancy, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 9.3k

a/n: this is one of my works im least proud of so pls have that in mind as u read<//3

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"C'mon, one more drink."

"Yeah, you can't leave yet, it's too early."

"I have a shoot early tomorrow. I can't be hungover for it," you said for the nth time in the past five minutes.

Currently, you were situated in Seventeen's dorm rooms in the Hybe building.

It wasn't too common for groups to stay within the building, seeing as most people had their own individual apartments or homes outside of the premises, but Seventeen would often frequent their own dorms for hanging out purposes, only ever spending the night if they were too tired to make it home.

As per usual, you were hanging out with Mingyu and Seokmin, with Wonwoo and Seungkwan having decided to also make an appearance. It was quite usual for them to keep you around after work (and even to occasionally steal you during working hours). As expected, the overly extroverted 97 liners of the group had taken you under their wing early after your debut, debuting you as a the only female member of the friend group.

Along with you, there were guys from other groups who had also been blessed with a birthday within the year 1997. This, of course, included Xu Minghao, though he was mostly an honorary member, as he mostly kept to himself and never actually joined in with the group. Even after years of being best friends with multiple members of the Seventeen, you were yet to really get to know Minghao. The man remained a mystery to most of those around him.

This was quite unfortunate to you, seeing as you'd developed a bit of an unrequited interest in the guy. There was something about his calm and confident aura that drew you in. Unlike most of his other members, he had a tendency to keep to himself and keep outside social interaction to a minimum. This had at some point caused you to hold the belief that maybe he didn't like you, but your friends had informed you time and time again that this was simply his personality. However, that didn't prevent you from wanting to seek him out (though never actually going through with it).

This was why despite your previous excuse to leave to sleep in early for tomorrow's schedule had been thrown out the window the moment you spotted certain boy with a mullet walk into the room, rubbing at his eyes as if he'd just been awoken.

"What are you guys still doing up? I thought you'd all be gone by now," mumbled the pajama-clad boy, approaching the couch Mingyu was currently leaning back on and taking a seat next to him.

Subconsciously, you straightened your posture, attempting to appear casual at his sudden appearance.

You could count the times you'd been in Minghao's proximity with one hand. Being honest, you weren't quite sure if he even knew who you were past the general knowledge of your role as an idol.

"Sorry, Hao. We forgot you were staying here tonight," apologized Seokmin as he absentmindedly handed the boy an open bottle of soju.

Minghao was joining in on the drinking, it seemed. Naturally, this caused you to comfortably snuggle into the couch and forget all thought of leaving before having that last drink you had been offered just moments prior.

In front of you was a coffee table and two boys sitting on the couch opposite; Mingyu and Minghao. Surrounding you were Wonwoo and Seungkwan, while Seokmin remained standing and leaning against the counter to your right. Despite your distance to Minghao, you had the privilege of having a seat in which you could stare at him without it seeming unnatural.

"Oh, you've met Y/N, right?", Seungkwan suddenly remembered, taking his usual role as mood-maker to make an introduction if need-be.

Minghao finally laid eyes on you for the first time, giving you a polite smile and a subtle bow of his head, "I think a few times. Hi, Nice to see you."

Returning his gesture, you responded similarly, taking your eyes off him right after and giving your attention to the large boy sitting next to him who was now speaking.

"So, staying for that last drink?", he asked you, holding out a glass for you, giving you the option to take or deny it.

"Sure. Just this one," you insisted, grabbing the glass and taking a sip. Cheers erupted from your friends at your agreement to stay, with all of them seemingly tipsy enough to get excited at such a minuscule act.

On your peripheral, you missed how Minghao continued looking your way, smiling softly to himself as he stared.

-

"Well, that's the last of them," chuckled Minghao the moment Seokmin began slouching back on the couch, clearly falling into deep slumber.

Only an hour later and all four boys had either fallen victim to their drunken state and lost to the battle to slumber, or had made their way to bed before their dignity left them.

In front if you laid a snoring Mingyu as a passed out Seokmin subconsciously attempted to cuddle into him in his sleep. Not too far earlier, the two other boys had left, leaving you and Minghao as the last standing of the night.

As the night had progressed, rearrangements were made to your sitting accommodations, resulting in Seokmin joining Minghao and Mingyu on their couch right after Seungkwan's departure, leading to a peeved out Minghao making his way onto your couch to avoid the two large men bugging him as they got progressively more drunk.

At that moment you wanted to think it might've been an excuse to sit closer to you, but you knew that was just wishful thinking. It was something that made you giddy regardless, as you now found yourself side to side with him, practically alone in the boys' dorm's living room, — ignoring the two sleeping men across you — nursing drinks as your mutual tipsiness accompanied you.

"They were never good drinkers anyway," you responded with a chuckle, resting your back against the back of the couch as Minghao followed along, head slightly turning to face you.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your current buzz. Similarly to you, Minghao had chosen to not drink much through the time he'd joined you and the guys, choosing to nurse a single drink through the night. You'd had two, but found yourself still fully lucid.

"I don't think we've ever formally met, huh?", he mused, nodding in your direction.

"A few times, but you never hang around enough for me to get a word out," you agreed.

This pulled a chuckle from him, "Sorry, despite popular belief, I'm not as much of a social butterfly as my bandmates."

"I don't think anyone could possibly be as social as those two," you gestured to the two boys sleeping across from you, "What? You don't enjoy drinking til losing your inhibitions?", you joked.

"I envy them sometimes. I mean, clearly I've been missing out on a lot," he revealed, giving you an unreadable smile.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Haven't made too many friends in the industry so far. I keep to myself too much sometimes, I think."

"Well, you could always join us more often. The guys are always inviting you. We'd all love the company," you encouraged, offering him a smile back.

He hummed at you, "Yeah? I'll take your word for that, then," he leaned over to the coffee table in front of you, putting down both of your drinks before pouring two shots and handing one over to you.

"Here," he clinked with you, "To my new friend," he gave you a confident yet appreciative smile, taking his shot afterwards.

"Oh? Okay, then. Sure," you followed along and took your shot, giggling at how easily he turned up his charm, "So, friends, huh?", you asked after you'd both downed your shots.

He shrugged, "Maybe we'll be the best of them, who knows."

After that night with Minghao, — which was spent drinking and reminiscing on your own personal memories with the two idiots you liked to call your best friends — you began to see him more frequently. You didn't get to know each other too much that night, being far too tipsy and sleepy to make it past an hour of alone time with him. However, his frequent presence helped you grow accustomed to him. It was nice to see the contrast between him and Seokmin and Gyu.

The two of you still didn't talk too much, usually sticking to comfortable silences more than anything else. His company was still always welcome, and very much encouraged by the three of you. Seokmin and Mingyu never questioned his sudden desire to begin taking them up on their offers to hang out, simply accepting his newfound presence as a gift.

You hoped that your crush on the boy wasn't too obvious, but as of now, you were pretty sure you were in the clear. Had those two known of your crush, they would've already ambushed you with a million questions about it. There was also the fact that you didn't want to get in the way of what Minghao clearly wanted to be a friendship and nothing more. Sure, he was very courteous to you, but nothing he ever did or said ever gave you any signal that he meant for your interactions to be anything but platonic.

Any outing between you and Minghao was always crowded with your two other friends. Even if any part of you wanted to act out on your crush, it was practically impossible due to their constant presence. The dynamic you'd quickly formed had been nice, though, as it usually consisted of Seokmin and Mingyu as a duo while you and Minghao stuck to one another. Your calm and introverted demeanors went very well together.

Walking side by side during any outing whilst your two friends led the way, too lost in their own shenanigans, you and Minghao smiled softly to yourselves at the other's company. No words were needed as you enjoyed the breeze of the night. You knew all to well that there'd be news articles on your outing, — yet another sighting of the 97's of SEVENTEEN with Y/G/N's Y/N — but it was such a common occurrence that no one truly paid any mind to it anymore.

"Hey, how about we rent a karaoke room to end the night?", Seokmin had suddenly halted his movements, causing Mingyu to bump into him at his abrupt stop.

Turning to face everyone, he looked around to see who agreed with his proposition. You'd already spent most of the afternoon at a restaurant nearby and walked through the streets of a populated clubbing area, so karaoke was not too out of the question in the context of the night.

Mingyu expressed his enthusiastic agreement, turning to you to see if you were down for it too. You noticed Minghao's eyes on you too, giving you an encouraging smile that let you know that he was interested in hearing your response before giving his own.

"How about we head back home and do karaoke there? There's probably already a ton of pictures of us hanging out today," you reasoned, not wanting to end the night just yet but also taking in mind your role as an idol.

Mingyu boo'd at you, "That's boring! I don't wanna go home yet," he pouted, clearly demonstrating how tipsy he currently was.

Seokmin agreed, "We can buy those fruity drinks you like at the norebang, c'mon," he insisted, "Myungho, what do you think? You've never tagged along to the norebang with us, I'll pay," he offered, tugging at Minghao childishly.

Minghao turned to look at you, "Be gentlemen," he scolded, walking over to your side to face them, "If she wants to head home then we head home," he affirmed, rolling his eyes at his friends' exaggerated groans of complaint.

"Thank you, Hao," you nodded at him with a smile, sticking your tongue out childishly at the other two boys.

Seokmin headed over to your side to hold your hand whilst Gyu now stuck by Minghao, walking in pairs of two once more as you turned back to head over to the car you'd arrived in. Looking back, you caught Minghao's eye, also catching sight of a subtle smile thrown your way.

It took you very little to arrive to your apartment, with the two boys making their way in ahead of you as if they owned the place. You couldn't blame them, knowing they were very used to coming over quite frequently. Minghao, on the other hand, stayed behind with you, waiting for you to welcome him in. He was very cordial and reserved, something which endeared you to no end.

Entering, you lost sight of your other two friends, who were probably already situated in the large living room located upstairs, ransacking you of any alcohol and entertaining themselves with your karaoke system. Meanwhile, Minghao continued to follow your slow movements, waiting by your side as you locked the entrance door. His hands remained intertwined on his back, giving him a posture you would only really expect from royalty.

Smiling at you, he nodded silently as if to encourage you to move forward so he could follow you along the length of your home.

"Show me around? Looks like the guys are already really familiar with the place," he suggested with a smile.

"Yeah," you chuckled, "They're here a lot. Wonwoo banned any group hangouts at his and Mingyu's, and Vernon sleeps early, so we never really go to Seokmin's. I live alone and the place is pretty big, so they crash here a lot," you explained, beginning to walk into the entrance hallway, "I'll show you around. It's uselessly big. I mostly have spare rooms for leisure," you explained, walking by the various rooms of what could very well be called a mansion due to its size. Large homes like these were common amongst idols, though many of them usually shared with other members.

"It's pretty," he said as he looked around, stopping by a certain painting hanging on your wall.

"My place or the painting?", you asked, standing to his side, "Mingyu made it," you gestured to the painting.

"Yeah, it looked familiar," he nodded, eyes still on it, "You're pretty close with Gyu," he stated, though it gave you the intonation of wonder.

You nodded at him, "He was my first friend when I became an idol. I probably wouldn't have met most of my current friends if it wasn't for him. He's too outgoing for his own good," you shrugged, reminiscing on how you'd met Mingyu and consequently every other member of what came to become the 97's squad, along with most Seventeen members.

"I can relate to that," he began walking further into your home, with you following along, "He was my first friend in Seoul. Didn't care about the language barrier at all, always tried to make me feel welcome," he seemed to reminisce too.

"Yeah, that's Mingyu," you joined with a smile, "I'd say I'm equally close to Seokmin, though. You? Any favorites?", you joked.

"Hmm, those two? Not really, but like I told you, I'm interested in getting close to someone else," he subtly bumped shoulders with you as he walked, chuckling when you did it back.

"Yeah? Well, maybe I'll have to rethink my favorites also," you smiled back with suggestion in your eyes.

This came to be a common occurrence between you — silent yet comfortable smiles.

Making your way upstairs, you made a stop by a balcony located just before the living room, from which you could already hear Seokmin and Mingyu taking liberal use of through the karaoke you had installed. Sharing a laugh, you and Minghao walked over to the veranda and took in the night's breeze.

"I'm going back to China soon," he suddenly said, "We're mostly on a break for two months while Wonwoo and Jeonghan hyung go through their comeback. I'm sure the guys must've told you?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I went to visit them during rehearsals once or twice. How long will you be gone?" you couldn't help but show your disappointment.

"Sad? We barely met each other," he nudged your shoulder again, "Just two weeks. Been wanting to see my parents for a while."

"Aw, that's nice. I'm sure they must miss you," you coo'd, sniffling at the chilly weather.

"Cold? Wanna head back inside?" he asked, nodding when you shook your head in negation, "Yeah, I miss them too. Love them more than anything. It's the one downside to our career," he went on to respond to your question.

"That must be really nice. I'm glad you get to see them soon," you expressed your genuine happiness at him being able to go back to his home country. He truly seemed like the type of guy who lived and breathed for his family — at least going by how he treated the second family he found with his members.

"How about you? Gyu told me you're on rest. Visiting family any time soon?", he wondered, suddenly shoulder to shoulder with you, continuing to look forward as he leaned on the veranda.

"Uh, nope. I don't really see them often," you mumbled, "It's been a while, actually," you continued, sure your body language told on you. Minghao must've caught on to this, allowing the hand he had resting on the veranda to slide over and next to your own hand, gracing the back of your palm with his pinky.

It was such a small gesture, yet entirely too sweet for you to take in without blushing to yourself.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, letting a moment of silence pass before continuing to speak with that soft voice of his, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but ... you're always welcome in my home. My mom would love you," he assured.

You chuckled, "Yeah? You sure? You barely met me," you teased by mirroring his earlier statement, returning his gesture and letting your fingers trace his own absentmindedly on the veranda.

"Just a hunch. If I like you, then she'd love you," he reaffirmed.

"Oh, so you like me?", you finally turned to face him, smiling teasingly.

"Thought I was clear about that," he cocked his head in mock curiosity, smiling back at you, "Gotta be more assertive, got it," he murmured mostly to himself afterward, finally disconnecting himself from the veranda and beginning to walk away, stopping to gesture you follow him.

"C'mon, they'll get too drunk if we don't go babysit them," he reminded you, holding out his hand to guide you into your own home — it was a bit ridiculous, but you could tell soft touches and stolen glances were a big thing with him, and who were you to complain?

As expected, the guys ended up staying the night, too exhausted to get themselves off your couch until the following morning. Minghao, unlike them, did not reach a drunken state that impeded him from leaving, but it was silently agreed between the two of you that you did not want him to leave, nor did he want to be deprived of your company.

While the guys stayed passed out on the couch, you offered Minghao one of your spare rooms, something which made you feel slightly excited. Sure, you weren't sharing a bed or anything like that, but you'd still be waking up to Minghao in your home, and that was a win in your book.

Waking up, you headed to the kitchen, finding all your friends gathered in the interconnected dining room as they nursed their hangovers. Minghao had taken the liberty of making tea, smiling at you as he bid you good morning.

Heading over to where he leaned against the kitchen counter, you took the cup from him with a 'thank you,' blushing to yourself when his hand made contact with your hip as you turned around to lean on the counter next to him. The contact had clearly been with the intention to prevent you from hitting yourself against the counter, but it had still been to par with the cordial and charming persona Minghao carried with him, resulting in you swooning over him yet again.

Distracting yourself, you chose to make conversation with the two boys in front of you, chuckling at how exhausted they seemed (though out of their own volition).

"Do you guys have to drink yourselves into a coma every time you come over?" you deadpanned, earning a chuckle from Minghao.

"It'd be more fun if you joined us in blacking out," groaned Mingyu, "Not fair we're the only ones singing karaoke while drunk."

"Did I hold a gun to your head and tell you to chug or you'd die? You're just a sore loser. Not my fault Hao and I beat your score cause you were too drunk to sing," you retaliated, earning a hesitant hum in agreement from Seokmin, who was still silently suffering on the table in front of you.

"Anyways, what do you guys want to do today?", Mingyu changed the subject, "Norebang? Wanna call up Kook and Jaehyun? Or we could go to that Bruno Mars concert Jihoon suggested? Thoughts? Opinions?"

"How are you not dead right now? You drank twice as much as that guy and he's practically dead?" you gaped at him, pointing at the shell of a man that Lee Seokmin seemed to become during hangovers. Meanwhile, Minghao watched you with amusement, quietly enjoying your banter with his friend.

"Hao leaves soon, so we need to take advantage of all the time we have left!" he insisted, "We start promotions almost as soon as he returns and you'll probably be off your break by then. C'mon!"

"What do you think?", you turned to Minghao, "Concert? Norebang, again? What did you wanna do?"

He shrugged, "Whatever you want, I'm down," he sipped at his tea.

Seokmin began to gain consciousness again as he joined the conversation, "Jihoonie only has three extra tickets to Bruno Mars and Nonnie is going, remember, Gyu?", he stressed toward his friend, "And we already agreed we'd go, so you two are gonna have to find something else to do," he frowned, "Sorry, Y/N."

"What do you mean? Jihoon said he had five ti- ow, fuck," Mingyu groaned halfway through his statement, wincing as he hunched over on his seat in what seemed to be pain. Looking over at Seokmin for half a second before responding, his facial expression went from annoyed to normal as he responded again, "Right, I forgot, uh, he already gave out the tickets, sorry. I forgot I already made plans with Min and Jihoon for that," he rasped.

"Yeah, Hao can probably keep you company, though, right, Hao?", interrupted Seokmin, Mingyu nodding along, "We can meet at the afterparty after the concert. Jihoonie can probably get you guys in," he suggested.

As odd as the sudden lack of insistence that you join them at the concert was, you ignored it, opting to just take advantage of the opportunity to get some alone time with Minghao. Turning to your side, you could notice the remnant of a scowl on his face directed at Mingyu, but it immediately turned into a smile as soon as he faced you.

What you didn't notice, though, were the dumb smiles exchanged by your two friends as they watched you and Minghao for the rest of the time spent in your home, often removing themselves from the conversation if it meant you and Minghao got more alone time with one another.

Having any time spent without Minghao after that was practically unheard of. Being mutually on a break of sorts, it was easy to see each other quite often. The guys always enjoyed your company, and even more so that of Minghao's due to how rare it had been for him to join them in outings prior to this, so it was common for you to find yourself near the duo (+ Minghao) a few times a week.

Although you'd sometimes be joined by other 97 liners in the industry or various other members of Seventeen, it was hard to not take notice of the way in which Minghao would gravitate to you almost immediately. He gave you his utmost attention, opening doors for you, ordering your meals for you (with surprising knowledge of your taste), texting you good morning and good night, and even insisting he and the guys drop you off at home any time you hung out.

If you didn't know any better, you'd assume he was trying to show romantic interest in you. However, you had quickly caught onto Minghao's courteous behavior towards everyone in his life. This was something he had even let you in on, telling you about his upbringing and even sometimes apologizing if he appeared too formal for his age. You always encouraged him, however, letting him know how much you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was — it was a nice contrast from your brotherly dynamic with his groupmates.

Trying not to visibly swoon at every act of service Minghao did for you proved to be a feat. Sometimes you'd have to take a breather to hold yourself back from throwing yourself at him. It was pathetic, really, how into him you were within such a short time of becoming his friend. But this was something you had to keep to yourself, not wanting to ever make him uncomfortable or halt his behavior.

It only became worse with time as you spent more and more time together. Mingyu and Seokmin were quite popular amongst idols, each having various friend groups to hang out with during their time off. You were sure Minghao must've also had many friends (despite his claims otherwise — he was too likable to be friendless), but he had chosen to spend most of his time before going to China with you. Claiming your hopes were up would've been an understatement. It was impossible to not want nor hope for Minghao to make a move and explicitly ask you out, but he never did. What he did do, however, was choose you to be the last person he saw before leaving Korea for the following two weeks.

Inviting you over to his place that night, Minghao had let you know that this was his last night in Korea before heading to China for the next two weeks. After having gotten close to you for the past two months, he had decided that you'd be the best company possible for a quiet evening in before departing. You didn't have it in you to even question why he'd pick you over his own groupmates, simply happy to spend time with him with the knowledge that you wouldn't get to do so for a while.

"Sorry for the short notice," he apologized as he approached you on the couch with a glass of wine, "But we've been hanging out so much, it felt natural to ask you over."

You hummed in agreement, "Should I ask why Seokmin and Gyu weren't invited or should I ignore it and take advantage of the extra wine?", you asked as you took a sip of said wine.

"They're too loud," he groaned exaggeratedly, "You're quiet, like me. Your company's too nice to pass up while I can have it," he added, joining you in your drinking.

"You can always just call me while you're there," you reminded him, "The guys call me all the time when they're overseas."

"I will be calling you," he affirmed, "But it's different in person. I'll still miss your company," he shrugged.

"I really did become your favorite, huh?" you teased, "Beat them all for first place in just two months," you were joking, but he still nodded in affirmation, chuckling along with you.

Grabbing onto the wine bottle he had laid in front of you, you went to top him off when you realized his glass was almost empty, only to be stopped by him.

"My plane's in a few hours, I can't drink too much. Being tipsy on a plane is one of the worst feelings."

"A few hours? You said tomorrow," you gaped at him.

"Well, it's 11:38, so it technically is tomorrow," he shrugged.

You sat up straight, "Dude, you should be leaving already. Why are we even here? Should I drive you? I can call my driver, he'll be here in-"

He grabbed onto your shoulders, halting your movements, "Calm down, my manager already had all my things sent over and the airport is only like twenty minutes away," he started with a calm voice, "Sorry I called you so late, we had a short promo to do earlier today, so my day got taken up at the last minute and I really wanted to say goodbye," he explained.

"Minghao, it would've been fine if you just left, I don't want to make you late."

"I didn't want to leave with no warning. It'd be rude of me to neglect saying goodbye to someone I care about," he said in the plain and cordial way in which he always spoke, grabbing onto your hand and tracing it like he had grown a tendency of doing.

Once more, it was hard not to swoon at such a small detail — the insistence in complicating his day only to make sure he didn't somehow make you feel neglected. Most people would've settled with a simple phone call or even just contacting you incessantly he returned, but Minghao wasn't like most people.

You looked down, nodding, "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."

"I know it's only two weeks, but I'll still miss you. It's rare for me to really get close to anyone in the industry," he explained.

You nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too. It kind of sucks since I'll be off my break by the time you come back and we probably won't be able to hang out as much anymore," you mumbled.

"I'll still be free. I'll come to you," he reassured, "Maybe we can finally hang out without the guys getting in the way," he smiled, "Just you and me?"

There was a slight suggestion in the background of your conversation. It was somewhat clear to you that you weren't speaking of mere friendship anymore. The moment was tender and suggestive, leaving room for something more. If you were mere friends, Minghao probably wouldn't have insisted in seeing you or been as communicative as he been so far. He wanted to make sure he preserved the friendship through his absence, however short it would be.

However, this was too much to get into knowing he'd be leaving likely within the hour. Instead of getting into it, you simply nodded along, cracking another joke about how loud and all over the place your friends could be. Despite offering to go with him to drop him off at the airport, he declined, insisting his driver drop you off home before he left for his flight. With a hug goodbye, he left you there, promising to call once he arrived and expressing that he'd miss you once again.

After two months of spending almost every day together, you felt genuine sadness at his sudden absence. Maybe it was dramatic of you to feel sad over such a short period of separation, but Minghao just had that effect on people — or at least you. He had taken such a quick interest in you that made you feel like the only girl in the world. It was specially bothersome to know that you'd both be too busy to see each other by the time he came back, but you were happy he'd get to see his family after so long.

With these thoughts, you went to sleep, waking up the next morning to a call from Minghao informing you of his arrival and of how content he was to be with his family. Being the last person he saw and first he contacted made your heart soar, whilst also making you frustrated at the back and forth that had been going on between you since you met him.

You needed him to make a move soon, or else you'd grow insane.

"You know he likes you, right?", asked Mingyu quite abruptly one day.

Only five days after Minghao's absence and you found yourself hanging out with your favorite dynamic duo yet again. Any time you had off was usually spent either with your own group or with them; it was the same for Seok and Gyu, who would always seek you out if possible.

"Who?", you asked despite having certain idea of who he was talking about.

"Boo, don't play dumb, its boring," joined in Seokmin, sitting next to you on the couch whilst the three of you engaged in a somewhat intense game of Mario Kart in Mingyu's living room. Wonwoo had decided to join in this time.

"Who are we talking about?", murmured Wonwoo distractedly as he annihilated the three of you at the game.

"Minghao," they both responded at once.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely," he agreed nonchalantly.

Suddenly you fell off a cliff in the game, having your character be fished away from the precipice and placed back on the race track as you widened your eyes at the statement.

"What? You know? How would you even know?," you rasped, completely caught off guard by the sudden (yet somewhat expected) revelation. You had hoped Minghao would confess to you at some point, or even occasionally convinced yourself it was all in your head. What had been low in your list of expectations had been your friends informing you of his feelings in his absence.

"He talks about you any time you're not around," Wonwoo began with a monotonous tone as most of his attention was taken up by the game, "He never leaves home, yet he's been doing it every day since he met you, he has that dopey smile all the time now. I don't know, it's just kinda obvious," he finished, chuckling when he realized he crossed the finish line.

"If Wonwoo can tell but you can't, we have a problem," said Seokmin, groaning at his loss in the game.

"I don't know," you shrugged, completely ignoring the game now, "We're friends. I know he acts a certain way, but I think he would've already said something if he liked me like that."

"He's just shy. And he's very particular about who he lets in. The fact he keeps coming back means he must really like you," emphasized Mingyu, sitting back against the couch with you.

"We've already been trying to get you guys alone as much as possible, but you're taking too long to tie the knot," added Seokmin, followed by nods from the other too.

"So what am I supposed to do with this information? Do I ask him out or-"

You were met with a chorus of 'No!'s, making you immediately shut your mouth.

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder," quoted Wonwoo, "He'll ask you out once he's back for sure."

Mingyu nodded in agreement, "He wasn't super direct about it, but he implied to us that he would, so yeah, be ready."

The thought made your heart race. How were you supposed to speak to him again after this without becoming a mess at the thought of your crush being reciprocated? Fuck, you even went as far as to wish you'd followed him all the way to China. The two wait week for him to come back suddenly felt like too much.

Both your thoughts and conversation were interrupted by the sudden vibration of your phone, leading three sets of eyes to turn to your direction.

"Let me guess," laughed Seokmin, wiggling his eyebrows at the implication of who may be calling at that moment.

"He never calls me, yet you've known him for two months and you get a daily call," Mingyu sulked jokingly as you went to pick up, ready to leave the room so you could answer the phone, "If you don't realize he likes you, then you're dumb."

"Don't tell him we told you," rasped out Seokmin before you were out of his line of fight, earning a nod from you before you picked up and left.

Walking into the room next door, you sat on Mingyu's bed as you finally responded, "Hello?"

"You looked beautiful today, you know," were Minghao's first words in response, "Gyu sent me some pictures you guys took yesterday. God, you look breathtaking."

You were unaware that Mingyu had sent Minghao the pictures he'd taken of you the day prior in which you went clubbing, something you were yet to do with Minghao as of yet. The implication of Minghao asking Mingyu for pictures of you made you blush.

"Stop flattering me," you groaned, attempting to keep control of your voice, knowing your nosy friends likely had their ears to the door.

"What, can't I appreciate beauty? I'm kind of jealous the guys got to see you all dressed up," he mumbled with amusement in his voice.

"Well, maybe don't leave the country next time," you teased, "I'll tell the guys to take you clubbing as soon as you're back," you promised, "Then maybe you can see me in a dress."

"Oh, is that a promise?", you could hear the teasing lip bite from your end, "Nah, not really a clubbing person. How about I make you dinner? Then you have another reason to wear a dress for me," he suggested.

For him. God, he wanted you dead.

You internally groaned at how smooth he was, "I feel like I should be the one cooking you dinner. As a welcome, you know?," you suggested instead. There was something about Minghao that made you want to throw everything away just to husband him up.

"You don't have to go out of your way. I should be the one treating you, it's what's right," he argued softly, "All you have to do is meet me at my place in a pretty dress, okay? I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, you wore me down," you whined, "Damn you, Xu, you're good at this."

"Only with you," he murmured back.

The rest of the conversation went as your talks usually did. It was filled with updates from his day to day with his family and your own occurrences with your groupmates and friends. You kept him up to date with the happenings with Seok and Gyu, knowing he was more privy to calling you than them. The unspoken suggestion of you being of his utmost interest remained there, though nothing was ever explicitly said. Even as he asked you to go over to his place, you were unsure if it was meant as romantic date or if that'd come later. It made you giddy, but also far too excited to wait.

The two weeks passed faster than expected. Minghao's absence was barely felt, specially due to how constant his communication with you remained. The good morning messages, pictures, updates and lengthy phone calls never ceased, even consistently interrupting your time hanging out with your two shared friends. Any time you were on the phone with Minghao, you'd be met with teasing looks and exaggerated kissy sounds coming from either Seokmin or Mingyu (occasionally even Wonwoo or any other member who was present at the moment).

You had been completely worn down by both Minghao and his friends. The constant back and forth was enough to make you completely defenseless to Minghao's charm, but his friends' open teasing only made you more and more certain in Minghao's feelings for you.

Today was finally the day of his return, in which you found yourself getting ready to go meet him at his place. You'd insisted in picking him up (knowing Mingyu and Seokmin would also be getting him), but Minghao insisted you stayed behind, telling you he wanted to wash himself up and cook dinner before seeing you — Mingyu would be helping with the cooking.

You were anxious yet excited as you knocked on his door, though unsure if you'd be walking into a group meeting or a one-on-one between you and Minghao.

As soon as he opened the door, he offered you a soft hug, burying his face in your neck before even speaking, "Missed you," he mumbled, humming when you parroted the words back at him.

Disconnecting from him, you blushed when his hand immediately went to your own, leading you into his apartment with ease. His thumb played with the back of your palm whilst moving towards his couch, which had two plates of what looked to be like a luxurious meal — courtesy of Mingyu's cooking.

Sensing your eyes on the food, he spoke up, "Mingyu helped me make it. It's my mom's recipe," he informed you, "I'll let you eat soon, okay? Just ... There's something else I want to show you first, wait here," he let go of your hand as you stood in the middle of the living room, leaving the room for a few moments before returning with a small box.

Walking towards you with an excited smile, he became a little shier once he made eye contact with you. Your hands went up to receive the small box from him, his fingers gracing your own as he handed it over. A slight meeting of shy gazes was shared, but both your eyes went back to the box mere seconds later.

"You got me this? Hao, you really didn't have to," you murmured, opening it and gasping lightly at its content — it was a golden necklace; a little worn, but beautiful.

"It's my mother's," he started, enveloping your hands as they held onto the necklace, "I, uhm, I told her about you, and she insisted I bring this back to you," he explained, smiling down at you as you gaped at him, surprised he'd tell his mom about someone he'd just barely met, "She said I should give it to someone special. My dad gave it to her when they first started dating and she's kept it ever since."

"What?", your eyes widened attempting to hand back the piece of jewelry, "Hao, I- I can't accept this, it must mean a lot to your mom, I-"

He chuckled, interrupting you as he enclosed the necklace in your hands, "Please, Y/N, it's fine," he murmured once securing the necklace in your hold, "Here, at least try it on," he suggested as he gestured for you to turn around, now grabbing onto the necklace himself.

You followed along wordlessly, removing any obstacle from your neck and baring it for him to secure the necklace around your neck. His nimble feelings traced the back of your neck softly, leaning down to practically breathe you in as he adjusted it to perfection. Slowly, his face approached the back of your neck, nose and lips tracing your skin silently. You could feel the breath of his touch grace against your skin, forming goosebumps in its wake.

"You're so special to me, which is why I wanted you to have this," he breathed out, "But you already know that, right? How special you are to me?", he slowly turned you around, face still semi-buried in your neck. It was impossible to make eye contact due to the close proximity between you, but you could tell his eyes were heavy as he stared down at the skin of your neck.

Just as slowly as before, he separated from you, noses practically touching as he finally looked down into your eyes. His hand went up to your chin, making sure you were facing him just like he was you.

"Hao, I-"

"Sorry I waited so long," he chuckled lightly, "I wanted to make sure you liked me back before I made a move. Wanted to make you comfortable and get to know you, but it was hard to hold back sometimes," he explained, eyes going from your eyes to your lips, "Did I already tell you how beautiful you look tonight?", he interrupted his confession with a breathless chuckle as he allowed himself to look you up and down.

"Not yet, but-"

"Sorry, you look amazing. Is it all for me? Or is this reserved for friends too?", he asked as he bit a smile back, letting it break through when he registered your confusion, "I, uh, I used to think maybe you liked Mingyu, but that's not the case right? This is mutual. The guys see it too, I think. I know I haven't been too forward, but you understand my feelings, right?", he questioned, practically breathing you in.

Your breath was heavy at the confession, eyes trapped between locking on his eyes and lips, but eventually remaining stagnant on his lips. At some point, his hands went down and hesitantly made their way to your waist, pulling your body towards his when his act met no resistance.

"Hao, I- I like you too, I thought-," you cleared your throat and tried again, "I thought maybe you only liked me ad a friend, but, fuck, you like me too? I- I need to hear you say it," you let out, shocked any words could possibly come out of your lips when your brain kept screaming at you to kiss him.

Minghao appeared to have a similar idea, choosing to let hid actions speak for him rather than his words. The minute space between you became nonexistent when he kissed you, sighing softly into your lips when your mouth instantly opened for his.

The kiss wad soft and innocent; simply a demonstration of his feelings for you. He breathed out an 'I like you; so much,' into your lips after a few moments, but no response from you was permitted as he locked lips with you once more.

Any softness or innocence left the kiss soon after. It wasn't filthy by any means, but it was unexpectedly intense. Minghao seemed to be reading into your reactions, drinking in any sighs and moans coming from your lips and acting on them by kissing you harder, by slipping his tongue in your mouth, by softly pushing you against a wall and trapping you with his touches.

"Ha-hao," you moaned out between kisses, unsure of what you even wanted to say.

"Is this okay? I'll stop, just-"

You shook your head, cutting him off with a kiss, "Don't stop. Take me to your room," those were the last coherent words to leave you that night, earning a breathless chuckle from Minghao as he held your hand and led you to his room, food completely ignored.

Once in his room, you were led to his bed, though he stopped you before you could get in it, turning you around to kiss you again. His hands went back to your waist, rubbing up and down your back almost innocently. Your hands were the ones to become braver, going from playing with his hair to the front of his dress shirt, toying at the buttons and undoing the first few.

This silent demonstration of need made Minghao's hands become bolder, going down to your ass and kneading it. It was a back and forth. Any time you did something bold, he did too, going from your unbuttoning of his shirt to him throwing off your dress. You quickly ended up in your underwear while he stood in front of you shirtless and with unbuttoned pants.

His lips finally left yours, kissing down your neck and collarbones, heavy breath fogging against your skin while his hands explored your body. Your sighs occasioned groans from him along with mumbles filled with praise.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he sighed as he rested his forehead on your chest, taking a moment to breathe you in. Disconnecting himself from you, he finally looked you up and down, smiling softly at you before biting his lip from preventing his smile from growing any bigger, "You're gorgeous ... You're art. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and ... and I want you so bad," his voice grew deeper by the end of his statement.

He gently pushed you down, allowing you to lay back on the bed while he knelt before you. His hands felt the expanse of your legs, mouth gluing to the side of your knee and laying a soft kiss there. Upon noticing your reaction, more kisses joined the first one, trailing up and down your thighs while you looked down at him with a pained look in your eye. He seemed troubled with what he wanted to do first, needing to touch and kiss you all over.

"Can I?" he asked when his lips came far too close to your center, eyes hooded with desire.

No words left you, just a nod, but it was enough for Minghao to push your panties aside and go to town.

With a single lick, he went from slit to clit, groaning at the first contact. No more tentative touches came after that, only a mess of his tongue and lips drowning in you as his arms held your legs to prevent the incessant grinding of your hips against his face.

He ate you out expertly, moaning liberally against you as if the pleasure was all his own. His lips trapped your clit, sucking it in while his eyes rolled back. As much as your eyes attempted to close, you couldn't stand a single second in which you didn't get to see him as he gave you pleasure.

Your first orgasm came quickly, but it never fully subsided as his lips continued to lick and suckle at you, with his fingers even joining in to open your lips up for better access for his tongue. The wet noises were too explicit for you to process, but they only added to your sensitivity. Minghao ignored any whines for him to stop, taking note of how your words contradicted your actions. — your hands kept pushing his head back in while you whined 'it's too much!' at him — Your body clearly wanted more, and Minghao seemed too pleased to provide.

"Cum again," he rasped, "Wet my face and cum," he practically demanded, "You're so beautiful when you cum."

His hips would occasionally cant against the mattress, which made your eyes roll back any time you felt it. It wasn't a conscious nor active action, seemingly only happening every so often when he was too distracted to hold back. It made your stomach cave in, only able to picture how those same hips would likely be hammering into you in just a few moments.

With only a few more seconds of exploring your cunt with his tongue, Minghao happily claimed your second orgasm, licking into you throughout the entirety of your high as he had done the previous time. This time, however, you pulled him away, silently encouraging him to make his way back to your lips and trapping him in a wet kiss.

He practically fed you your own juices, murmuring praise into your mouth as his hips began grinding into your sensitive cunt.

"You were so good for me, sweetheart."

"Tasted so good for me, fuck, taste just as beautiful as you look."

"Yeah? Too sensitive, baby? 'm sorry, angel. Couldn't help myself."

"Do you feel that? I'm- I'm gonna fuck you with that. Is that okay, beautiful? Hmm? You want it, huh?"

He took advantage of every whine and cry of his name that came after each statement, sucking into your tongue any time your mouth would open for him. His hips took no rest either, grinding directly against your swollen cunt as the zipper pressed up against you in such a painful yet pleasurable way.

Pulling away with a low chuckle at your whines in complaint, he threw off his pants and boxers, smiling down at the thirsty look in your eye upon seeing him.

"Want it, pretty?", he coo'd, bringing your hand up to his cheek and turning his face to kiss the back of your palm lovingly, "I'll give it to you, beautiful. Don't even have to do anything, just stay right there, okay, angel?", he said as he reached back to his pants, taking out a condom and wasting no time in putting it on.

He teased you no further, likely very sensitive himself after granting you two orgasms and dry humping you against his better judgment. You made him lose control, and you enjoyed it greatly despite being such a mess under him at that moment.

Entering you, he kissed you, swallowing your gasp of pleasure. He gave you a few moments before silently asking for permission to move, humping into you the moment you nodded in agreement.

As per usual, his gallantry showed once more as his hands found your own and intertwined above your head. His hips moved expertly yet at a pace that could only be described as sensual. The only time his hands left you was to remove your bra, but immediately went back to holding your hands while his lips found their way to your nipples, calling you every synonym of beautiful as he made love to you.

"Like you so much, beautiful," he breathed, his lips finding your own again, "Want to keep you all to myself. Can I? Wanna take you back home and- fuck, and introduce you to my parents," he rambled breathlessly as his hands wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, "Wanna give you a ring and a house ... Make you a mom," he groaned at the mere mention, "Is it too soon? Just ... Like you so fucking much."

You wanted to reciprocate so badly, but your mouth would not emit any noise that wasn't an incoherent whine of his name. You opted for nodding enthusiastically, dragging your nails down his back as your orgasm approached.

Like the perfect man he was, he knew when to bring his fingers to your clit, causing your back to arch against him and rob you of the last bit of your voice that remained. You cried his name as your high arrived, gasping hiccups of pleasure that drew him into his own orgasm. Confessions of care and affection for one another were had, though no proclamations of love were made. That would come later, you were sure. Your shared words were enough for you to know the feeling was there.

He gave no time for you to move as he slipped out, throwing away his condom and tucking you next to him as he nuzzled against you whilst attempting to regain his breath. Kissed were laid against any bit of skin available to him, hands pressing you up against him.

"I'll clean you up and let you go pee in a second, just let me keep you for five minutes," he sighed with contentment.

"No complaint from me," you responded, equally in need of his affection, "We still have to talk about what you said, though," you giggled, earning a loving bite from him.

"I meant it," he mumbled, "I know it's soon, but I also know how much I like you. And I know you like me just as much," he said with certainty.

"You'll have to wait til at least the third date for further discussion about impregnating me," you joked, "But I'm not against it," you whispered the last part, earning a squeeze from him as he chuckled along with you.

"Go pee," he said when he finally separated from you, "I'll keep the bed warm for you and then I can finally give you that meal I made you."

Reluctantly, you got up, looking back at him from the bathroom door as he smiled with unfiltered happiness in his eyes.

You practically squealed with giddiness as soon as you closed the door, far too happy with today's events. Unbeknownst to you, Minghao had a similar reaction on the other side of that door.

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content: newbf!minghao, idol!au, hao is down bad horribly, teasing from his members, afab reader, smut, body worship, very soft!!, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 755 (teaser); 2304 (full drabble)

sneak peak:

"So, how long did you guys plan this?", you asked as you mindlessly toyed with Minghao's hair, his attention likely in another dimension.

"Since the first time you guys met," responded Mingyu nonchalantly, continuing to press at the buttons of his controller and paying you almost no mind. Similarly, his gaming partners Dokyeom and Wonwoo had their focus at least 90% on the screen rather than on the conversation.

"What, so years ago? We've only really known each other for like five months," you questioned, not believing your relationship with Minghao had truly been orchestrated by the three dummies sitting one couch away from you.

"Six months and two weeks," corrected Minghao lazily, humming at your fingers running through his hair.

"He knows the exact date? God, he's whipped. Kyeom was right about setting you guys up," commented Mingyu with a chuckle.

The conversation felt entirely one-sided, though you knew your friends had developed a finessed skill at gaming whilst still giving you just enough of their attention for a conversation.

Currently, you were the main character of the conversation at hand, seeing as Seokmin had let it slip that he and the rest of your friends had designed a plan play Cupid and form a relationship between you and Minghao. You believed them to be too disorganized and impatient for such a thing, but decided to question them regardless — for entertainment if for any reason.

"Oh, so now it was Seokmin's idea?", you asked with amusement, shuffling to the side of the couch when you sensed Minghao getting up from lying on your lap. Without much effort you morphed into another comfortable position, this time with your legs on top of Minghao's as he cuddled into you, face buried in your neck to nuzzle into your skin.

Your friends had gotten used to your couple-y disposition quite quickly, only gagging at the sight occasionally but never truly bothered by it.

"Yes, ma'am," responded Seokmin in a jokingly formal manner.

"How did this come about?", you continued with the questions while Minghao continued to remain completely disengaged in the conversation, his only interest being the quiet and occasional pecks he could land against your skin.

"Well, it was obvious he liked you from the first time we brought you back to the dorms," started Seokmin, having given up on beating his friends at the game and instead leaning back against the couch to converse with you as he watched the match play in front of him, "He was a little more shy back then, so he never said anything, not even to us," he continued up until you interrupted him.

"Wait, back when?", your surprise went unnoticed by Seokmin, but not by Minghao who subconsciously tightened his arms around you, now actively listening to the conversation.

"2016? Maybe 2017?," Kyeom wondered out loud, turning to Mingyu for confirmation and receiving a hum and a nod from both him and Wonwoo, "Yeah, late 2016, I think. Anyways," he continued, "We never said anything, but we all knew. We'd always try to get you guys in the same place, but he never budged. It wasn't til a few months ago when we mentioned you might be dating someone that Minghao decided to—"

The commotion from your side of the room prevented Seokmin from continuing, followed by the landing of a pillow to his face, resulting in a whine from the boy. Unexpectedly, Minghao had gotten up, pulling you up with him and accidentally causing a remote to fall in the process.

"Seokmin, shut up!", he demanded, a shade of red you'd never seen on him invading his ears while he attempted to avoid your widened eyes.

Three sets of eyes were set on you now, with some being amused while others confused. The game was mostly forgotten as they all stared at the usually quiet and put together Minghao make a commotion as he attempted to leave.

"We have to go, come on, babe," he urged, dragging you away from the room.

"But I wanna hear the end of the story," you let out as he pulled at your arm, not truly dragging you away but still struggling to convince you to leave. Giggling, you waved your friends bye as you finally allowed him to finally lead you out of the room, giving the guys a death stare to express his displeasure with them. It wasn't genuine anger, you could tell, but it was still amusing to see him embarrassed at his years-long crush being aired out.

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I keep seeing posts about Mingi being one of those “loser in a hot body” types and like it’s the Truth so……

Loser!Mingi specific random thoughts:

-Loser!Mingi who literally starts drooling when you first show him your tits, head so empty that he doesn’t even think to touch them, has to have his hands guided by you to squeeze them as he gasps and stutters

-Loser!Mingi who has no idea how to get you into the mood at first because he switches from 0 to 60 in a second when it comes to being ready to plow, so you have to tie him to the bed and ride his face slowly, explaining the basics of foreplay over and over until his little pea brain can retain it

-Loser!Mingi who thanks you for every orgasm he gives you, showering you in gratitude and breathless kisses as if you just squirted all over his fingers just to be nice, too caught up in how lucky he is to notice that he’s fingerfucked the soul straight out of your body, your brain having lost function about 40 scrapes against your g-spot ago

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vernon who leans up against you during a team dinner with the members, wanting to feel you close to him.

vernon who just listens to your voice as you speak with the members, your actual words going in one ear and out the other as he just focuses on the soothing tones coming from you.

vernon who loves you so much, that all his focus is on you tonight. sure, he loves his friends too, but you’re just so pretty, and it’s been a little while since he’s seen you.

vernon who needs you so badly that, when the dinner ends, he ends up fucking you in the alley behind the restaurant, grunting softly in your ear to tell you to be quiet.

vernon who ends up having to kiss you senseless in order to silence himself too, because he really doesn’t wanna be caught fucking his s/o in public. he has a reputation to hold up, after all.

vernon who cums inside of you with a soft whimper, his head on your shoulder as he calms himself down.

vernon who whines about pulling out, because you just feel so fucking good round his cock like this, can’t he stay inside for just a little longer…?

vernon who perks up immediately when you tell him you’ll be more than ready for a second round once you’re home.

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hear me out...chan trying to fit it in but he's too big and he's whispering all kinds of stuff trying to get you to take it and you're frustrated and needy and you're just so !! done !! because it feels empty and he's so close yet he's not in and finally finally, his thick tip catches and he inches in agonizingly slow simply to hear you whine for it

꒰୨୧◞ �� ❛❛ TOO BIG ! ❜❜ .ᐟ bang chan.

[ ⟡ ] ── minors do not interact ! ⭑ fem!reader , soft dom!chan , est. relationship , monster cock chris lol , size kink , dirty talk , praise kink , daddy kink , missionary/mating press , unprotected sex , bulge kink

a/n ⸝⸝ happy (late) comeback day !! i’m not very proud of this drabble but it’s here and i’m posting it anyway lol <3 save me big dick chris.. save me..

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“it’s too big, channie,” you whimper, peering down between your legs— the big fat tip of chan’s cock throbs an angry red as he slides it up between your pussy lips, taps it against your fluttering hole. your ankles dangle in the air over his shoulders, thighs pushed up to your chest by his body pinning you against the mattress, so close you could feel his hot breath, ache for a kiss from the plump, spit-slick lips he bit in arousal. he grips the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it to push at your rim; you’re frightened by the sheer size of it, thick as a can, veins fat and pulsing… the pressure of it was already overwhelming yet you roll your hips down eagerly, desperate for it to slide in and fill you up.

“shh, stay still, babygirl,” chan coos so sweet, his veiny hand splayed out across your tummy. “and take this fucking cock. daddy knows you can.”

your pussy is making it difficult, so wet chan’s cock misses your hole, slides up your folds to bump against your clit. you shake in pleasure and frustration, reaching your hand down to take ahold of chan’s cock yourself— chan lets you with a warm smile, his thick arms shaking with every slick twist of your hand.

“you need me that bad, baby?” he chuckles, breathless. “thought you said it was too big.”

“i’m so empty,” you whine in response, angling his flared head to spear your core. “need your big cock, daddy—“ finally, finally his tip catches and slides in, sudden yet so achingly slow, your eyes rolling back in tandem with chan’s deep, guttural groan; the stretch burns deliciously, clouds over your senses as your mouth drops open in a moan for more.

“there you go, baby, just like that,” chan continues to bully his cock in past your tight rim, slow and gentle— but there’s nothing gentle about the way he fills you up, inch by fat, throbbing inch stretching your wet gummy walls to their limits. you can feel every ridge, every vein drag hot and heavy… you let go of his shaft in favor for scratching deep red marks into his flexing bicep, scrambling for something to hold on to and ground you. “daddy’s good girl, taking his cock so well— feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“b-big—!” you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as chan’s blunt cockhead kisses your cervix. “so— so fucking big! ‘n deep, daddy, fuck—“

“yeah?” chan huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. “am i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?”

he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you; you desperately want him to move, start pounding your pussy like you’ve been wanting so, so badly… you eagerly nod at chan’s teasing words, buck your hips the best you can folded in half. “yes, yes!” you wail, voice slurred, “give it to me daddy, please!”

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging for me, angel,” chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole. you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. “beg some more and i’ll give you what you need.”

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soft dom!wonwoo x fem!reader

unedited and written right before I slept so could be errors!

use of blindfolds, cockwarming, teasing

thank u @okiedokrie and @skyechild for feeding into my delusions <3

a shaky gasp escapes your lips as you let yourself sink into wonwoo's lap a little further, the only sounds echoing through the room are the occasional mouse click and tapping of the keys on his keyboard. he says you're his good luck charm, and even more so when you're sitting on his cock while he plays his silly tournaments.

every sense was currently heightened to the highest degree, due to wonwoo taking away one of your senses; your sight. before you had sat on his lap, he had wrapped a red silk blindfold across your eyes, darkening your vision and meaning you couldn't see anything that was coming.

once the blindfold was secured around your head, he stripped your pyjama pants and panties and moved you to sit on his lap, where you could feel his half-erect cock twitching against your thigh. he nuzzles his nose against your neck, breathing you in and taking you all in.

he pumps his cock a few times to get himself to full hardness, and then slowly situates you on top of him so that you can slowly sink down onto his cock, your walls fluttering violently around his shaft and causing him to groan out.

it takes a few minutes for you to adjust to his length, but once you're at the base you sigh contentedly and let your body melt into his, your arms wrapping around his torso. once he can feel you settle, his mind returns to his game, focusing on winning his tournament.

while the first few moments were quite pleasant, you could tell wonwoo was losing his patience, even with your vision unavailable. his grunts of frustration and slamming of his fingers onto the keyboard didn't go unnoticed by you, so you do what you think is right and just kiss the flesh of his neck softly.

it seems to work, as he softens into your touch immediately. one of his hands breaks away from the keyboard and snakes up under your shirt, fondling ever so gently at your breast. you can feel the tension melt away from him, and soon enough he's removing the blindfold because he wants to see your eyes.

you can finally see his slightly mussed hair, eyes darkening with lust and probably a little rage from losing his game, and his biceps, veins popping. despite his slightly scraggly appearance, you can still see the love in his eyes and a softness he can only show to you.

before you can utter a word, he's pressing a finger to your lips to silence you, before he's slowly lifting your hips up and down in a teasing way. it's just enough to have you on edge, but not enough to make you cum, and he knows it.

with each lift of your hips, he slowly lifts his own to meet yours and deepen the thrust so that his cock can reach further depths inside you. it's slow, not rushed at all, and yet it's given you one of the most powerful orgasms he's ever given you.

you love gaming nights with wonwoo.

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darling, you

Hiding your relationship from your friends while on vacation might be harder than you thought.

pairing seokmin x f!reader

word count 1.4K

tags secret relationship, making out, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, switch!seokmin, switch!reader, riding, tongue sucking, marking, missionary, hand holding during sex

warnings smut

a/n finally another dokyeom fic xxx theyre so sweet and i need him fr.. ty for the new followers and u can always leave an ask/request in my inbox! 🫶

Seokmin giggles between kisses, pulling you closer by your waist. You sigh against his lips, melting into his touch immediately. "We have to meet the guys outside in a little bit..." you whine, pecking his lips softly.

Seokmin sulks, pulling you fully on top of him on the bed. "I don’t wanna… just want to be with you..." he whispers, cupping your face to bring your mouths together again. You smile, getting lost in the feeling of your boyfriend's lips on yours.

Ever since making your relationship official not too long ago you've been attached to the hip, practically inseparable. You've been friends long before getting together, and while it isn't out of the ordinary for you two to be so close, trying to hide your relationship from your friend group is proving to be harder than you thought.

You're all at the lake house you rented for the summer, a big house with multiple shared rooms. With the amount of people together it's rather hard to find some alone time with your boyfriend, eyes and ears around at all times demanding to dine, swim, play and drink together at all times of the day.

A knock on the door has you sitting upright in an instant, quickly pushing Seokmin away from your bed.

"y/n! We're gonna play badminton and Kwannie has been more than adamant about being in a team with you," Chan shouts through the door, your hands hastily pushing the tall boy inside of your bathroom, quietly scolding him for being too slow.

Chan opens the door with a frown, watching you awkwardly stand in front of the bathroom door.

"I-I'll take a shower and join you guys." you assure him, leaning against the door a little out of breath. Chan hums and leaves your room, seemingly convinced by your little white lie.

"If these men don't leave my girl alone," Seokmin glares at the door with a pout when coming out of the bathroom, engulfing you in his big arms again. You chuckle, standing on your toes to kiss him.

It doesn't take long for you to be pinned to the bed, Seomin's eager hands hastily ridding you of your clothes. You gasp when he pushes your legs open, tongue swiping a line between your folds. His brown eyes find yours, watching your face contort in pleasure as he sinfully eats your cunt.

"Kyeommie, need you..." you whine, your hips stuttering when his sharp nose presses into your clit. Seokmin ignores your pleads, his tongue licking and sucking your hole until you can't do anything but moan at his mercy.

Two of his fingers push into your entrance, having you sigh in bliss. He kisses the inside of your knee, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit. He scissors and curls his fingers inside of your skillfully, nearly drawing an orgasm out of you already.

Your body squirms under him, your back arching once his mouth finds your pearl again. You instinctively close your thighs around his head, and his free hand instantly pushes your knee down again. "Keep them open." he mumbles against your cunt, the cold metal of his ring pushing into your hot skin.

Your body tenses before the coil in your stomach snaps, your insides clenching around Seokmin’s fingers as you come undone. He slowly withdraws his digits, giving your clit a gentle kiss. The action has you biting your bottom lip, shyly looking at your boyfriend who just smiles like a puppy as if he didn’t just immediately turn you on again.

“Lay down.” you tell him. You push yourself upright on the mattress to look at him, and when Seokmin isn’t fast enough you decide to do it yourself, crawling on top of his clothed body eagerly. You waste no time undressing him, the sight of his muscled arms and thick thighs having you groan out loud.

Once you pull down his boxers his hard cock springs free, hitting his stomach with a thud. There’s precum leaking from his pink tip, Seokmin’s big eyes watching you spread the wetness all over his length with his teeth caging his bottom lip.

“G’na ride this dick so well baby,” you tell Seokmin, sitting down on his lap. Your wet cunt is right on his cock, enticing a staggered breath from your boyfriend. He grips your hips as you start grinding against him, helping you move quickly.

“Kiss me…” Seokmin whines, one of his hand pushing your face close by the back of your neck. You find his shoulders to balance yourself, thumbs stroking his collarbones while you messily kiss him.

His tongue is hot, your lips covered in your mixed spit, just how you liked it. Seokmin’s mouth falls open when you align his tip with your entrance, slowly sitting down on his thick cock. You suck on his tongue while letting your body adjust to him, slowly grinding on his tip until your cunt lets him sink in deeper and deeper.

Seokmin pathetically moans on your mouth, fingers pushing into the plush of your hips once you’re fully seated on top of him. You move your mouth to his neck, kissing his sensitive skin as you finally start moving on top of him.

Your breath hitches with every roll of your hips, his big cock massaging the deepest parts inside of you so easily. Within seconds you’re bouncing on top of him, head thrown back in pleasure and both of your whiney moans filling the room.

Seokmin watches your tits bounce while you move, drool collecting in the corner of his mouth. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling your body closer to his so he can take your nipple in his mouth. He starts thursting back into you, his moans vibrating against your boob while he sucks.

He sucks dark hickeys on your chest, careful to not leave any that your bikini won’t cover, which is way too skimpy for his liking.

You moan at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, wet squelching sounds heard every time you move. Seokmin surprised you by flipping you both over, lacing your fingers together before fucking into you even faster. You mewl loudly, pushing your head back into the pillow feeling your body tense.

Seokmin gives you a kiss. “Suck on my tongue again.” he tells you, pushing his lips against yours. You whine and grip his shoulders, sucking on his tongue as instructed. His fingers find your clit, having your thighs shake involuntarily.

The pleasure is so overwhelming, the simple act of his fingers touching your clit for a mere second having you cum loudly, arching your back off the bed.

Seokmin gives you a final kiss, whispering an ‘I love you’ and letting you ride out your high before pulling out quickly, fucking his fist with a groan until you feel his hot cum covering the inside of your thighs.

He carefully cleans up the sticky mess he’s made before pulling you in his embrace, nestling his face in the crook of your neck.

There’s muffled screams coming from outside, your friends likely engulfed in some game they’re playing again.

“Mm, we need to go outside...” you whisper, playing with the hair in your boyfriend’s neck. Seokmin whines, holding you even tighter. You chuckle, slapping his ass softly.

“Come on baby, you go and I’ll come in a few minutes.” Seokmin whines again but lets you go, a pout on his face as he gets dressed. You smile at him, pushing yourself upright to look at him.

“I love you, Seokminnie.” you tell him, watching his pout get replaced by a shy smile. Seokmin doesn’t think he can get any happier than this, seeing you naked in front of him, bruises covering your bare tits as you’re about to spend time with all of your best friends. You truly bring out the happiest version of himself.

“I love you, princess.” he quickly walks over to give you a long kiss, softly pinching your cheek before he finally sneaks out of your bedroom, leaving you to bask in the love radiating inside of your body.

You quickly freshen up and get changed before finally going outside to meet most of your friends sitting outside around the campfire, the sky fully dark by now.

“There she is! We were starting to think Dokyeom hyung wore you out,” Seungkwan grins meanly, leaning forward in his chair while he studies you.

Your eyes snap to Seokmin, his cheeks tinted pink while he shyly looks at the ground. Oh.

“You do know your window is wide open and we’re sitting right outside…” Seungcheol says, crossing his arms over his chest. You hear Jeonghan and Chan laugh, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“And maybe don’t run off together every 10 minutes?” Seungkwan adds, his face grimacing.

“Idiots.” Mingyu calls, earning a few chuckles.

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pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader | genre: smut, fluff | rating: 18+ | warnings:  unprotected sex, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, missionary, creampie, dirty talk | words: 956 |  summary: being the perfect boyfriend he is, Wonwoo makes you wakes you with breakfast in bed. | an: I had no plans to write anything for seventeen as I am just getting into them but here I am, with a 3rd bias 💀 @bubblebeom, @dokyeomblr, and @flowerboykun, I finally did it (and I’m sorry). thank you also to @wordycerty for looking over and screaming with me about this man.

[8:00 am] 

Wonwoo is the kind of boyfriend who wants to cater to you in any way he can. On your first date, he took you on a picnic in a field surrounded by daisies. He made sure to bring the foods you liked to eat and made your favorite lemonade. When you asked him how he knew these things, he said, “I pay attention.” Soon after, he took you on many dates, and you got to know the warm person behind those sharp eyes. You fell in love with him. Hard.

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you finish fixing vernon's tie as he looks down at you with his silly little grin on his face.

"what?"

"this is nice", he shrugs. "i could get used to it."

"me fixing your clothes before you go out to be heartthrob? you have your own stylist for that, you know?"

vernon laughs, turning around to look at himself in the mirror.

"no, i mean...", he tries not to look at you. "having these little moments. the calm before the storm."

it's cute how vernon fidgets with the ring on his small finger while he waits for you to say something.

of course you like it too. of course you were thrilled to know that vernon would also be at paris fashion week and you would get to see him after attending your own show.

of course you're falling in love with him just as much as he is with you.

"yeah, me too", you tell him.

vernon walks up to you, hands shyly resting on your hips now. you're just wearing a simple jeans with the t-shirt he allowed you to borrow that morning, and still he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"you're pretty", he says. "actually, i've been meaning to tell you, you looked amazing yesterday! louis vuitton really suits you."

"thanks, that's why i'm their ambassador."

"no, no", vernon's laugh mixes with yours. "myungho hyung wears it too and i still think it suits you the best!"

"ouch~ i have minghao's number, you know? i'm gonna tell him that when i go back to korea."

vernon smiles when you wrap your arms around his neck.

"i don't care", he shrugs. "i really don't care..."

and he leans forward to give you a kiss.

a/n: vernon at pfw really did something to me. i couldn't help writing this.

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hihihi!! can you do a full sub vernon fic please??

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, softdom!reader, smut, handjob, etc.

wc: 651

a/n: this turned out shorter than i thought but i have a lot of vernon requests so i promise more vernon is coming soon<3

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"k-keep going, fuck- please ..."

"yeah, it feels good, huh? what if i do— this?", you whispered into his ear as one of your hands went up to toy at his nipple, harshly pulling at it whilst your other hand continued its torture on his cock.

sitting behind him, you had pulled and stroke at his cock endlessly for the past hour, not once granting him the pleasure of an orgasm.

"y-yes, just- fuck, too sensitive," he breathed out.

"too much? but you asked for this, nonnie. remember?", you recalled back to an exhausted vernon coming home, getting lost in your kiss as soon as you welcomed him in and allowing you to guide him into your bedroom.

on days where he came home particularly tired, you liked to provide him with a safe space in which you'd take care of him. denying his orgasms always amplified his pleasure and led him to a rewarding slumber after the fact. he enjoyed doing the same to you when the tables were flipped.

"i know, but ... fuck, i need it now," he whined.

"just a little longer, okay, baby? just let me play with you a little longer. it'll feel so good, i promise," your lips went back to softly kissing at his neck, occupying yourself with his pleasure.

your right hand worked his cock while your right flicked at his nipples. you almost wished he was under you so you could grind his cock against his abdomen and leave love bites all over his chest, but maybe you'd save that for next time he had a grueling day at work.

for now, you continued to kiss your way to his ear, whispering filthy praise into it as your hand went back down to his cock to softly scratch at his balls, earning a deep groan from him.

feeling him shudder against you, you knew another orgasm was approaching. the question was whether or not you'd finally let him achieve it.

before you could do anything else, the boy interrupted your thoughts.

"plea-please! fuck, i need ... make me cum, please. i'll- i'll make you cum right after, just- fuck, oh, fuck. i'm almost there, i-" he threw his head back into your shoulder the moment your hands began squeezing him just a little harder, moving just a little faster.

"almost there, nonnie? hmm? gonna make a mess all over yourself?", you mockingly laughed into his ear.

"y-yes, just ... just- fuck, a little more and i'll-", he gasped when you gave extra attention to his tip, "oh, oh, fuck, please ..."

he sounded so pretty, it was too hard for you to keep up your facade. you wanted to see him cum just as badly as he wanted to cum. with this thought in mind, you finally gave him the go-ahead, kissing at his shoulders and neck when his orgasm finally arrived.

"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," he rambled with a hiccuped gasp once his orgasm took over him, causing a full-body shudder to invade him.

with soft praise whispered into his skin, you coaxed the orgasm out of him, loving on him up until the moment his high subsided, leaving him to press himself up against you even further, now even more exhausted than before.

whining at you when you decided to move away from his touch, you lightly slapped his hands away, earning yourself a tired chuckle from him. getting up, you held out your hand to the boy, needing some convincing to get him to actually sit up for you.

"c'mon, baby. let's draw you a bath," you said, "i'll wash your hair and then you can to go bed."

suddenly interested, he raised an eyebrow, "you'll bathe with me?", he asked as if it was a selling point he needed confirmed.

"and i'll even cuddle you in bed afterwards," you smiled.

"sold," he said, suddenly regaining his energy and getting up, leading you to the bathroom.

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thinking about 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇 and how much he loves being at your mercy. sweaty back against your headboard, eyes squeezing closed and mouth agape, he's gasping for as much air as possible as you restlessly bounce on his throbbing cock, milking him dry. small drops of sweat roll down from his forehead to his neck littered with hickies, his tired hands fondling at your soft hips and waist and ass as your lips cover his, tongues intertwining, hot breaths mingling while the kiss becomes sloppier, messier, the sounds of your mouths sucking at each other's as loud as the ones of your cunt slamming on his slick groin. 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇's lightheaded when your hands slide from his sticky shoulders to his pecs, at which you needily grab while whining his name against his lips, sweet pussy pulsing around his length as you ride him like your life depends on it. a low growl leaves him as you suddenly start to spell your name letter by letter with his cock inside you, as if marking him your property, and with his hold on your ass tightening, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇 licks his spit-covered lips when you pull back to move his wet, sweaty hair away from his dazed eyes looking up at you before grabbing his jaw, sucking at his mouth with hunger as you both feel his previous load sliding out of you and dripping down your sheets, making you moan and bounce harder, pussy jerking him off so fucking good his toes curl. the tightest clech follows, and a tremble passes through 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇's body when your warm walls cream around him as your nails dig into his chest while you cum all over his lower stomach and thighs, drenching them with your slick arousal of which he can never get enough before he whines, hips jerking up as he fills you once more with his pearly white, sticky release. you finally stop moving, and with a pant, you pick some of it up with your finger as you slide his sensitive cock out of you, causing a whine to leave you both, and 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇's eyes roll back when you lick on your mixed arousals before giving him some as well. pleasure shoots through him again as he sees you bite your bottom lip, and you go to bury your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as your lips peck at his marked neck and jaw, as if thanking him for being your human dildo, for letting you reduce him to a sweaty, fucked out mess. 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇 relishes in your soft touch, in your soft tits pressing against his chest, and fuck... he knows he's tired, he knows he's exhausted and that his balls are fucking empty at this point, but when your folds start slowly sliding over his leaking length as you pull back from his neck and your big, pretty eyes look at him just begging to let you use him for a bit more are enough to make him crumble and let you have your way, to let you take him for as long as you wish. after all, he loves being at your mercy.

@whipped-for-kpop-fics here it is, love ♡

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Joshua (SVT) | Head pats comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader A/N: inspired by shua being 2 apples tall in the new vid and @hanniedream trying to end my existence every single day

“Is everything alright?” you ask Joshua and take his hand when he sighs and leans down to kiss the top of your head as a greeting.

“Had a bad day,” he murmurs, “I’ll just take a quick shower and be right back.”

Usually you’d have enough time to prepare snacks and drinks for a comfy evening on the couch turned into a safe haven. However, he is true to his words and you barely manage to pull out the pillows and blankets before he comes back. He all but pulls you down on the couch and lies down on your chest. He doesn’t give you space to argue. And since he’s already lying on top of you, you know better than to expect to move any time soon.

“That bad?” you hug him closer. He just hums and rubs his cheek on your chest.

“The new choreo is really hard,” he explains after a while, “I can’t keep up.”

“I gave it my best but it’s too fast. I’m not the only one struggling but it feels like I’m the worst,” he rants on, “Maybe I’m just not fit to be an idol.”

“You know that’s not true, Shua,” you sigh, “It keeps getting harder, so it’ll take a while to adjust.”

He makes an unconvincing sound of acknowledgement.

“You’re amazing and you’re doing well despite the hurdles,” you say, rubbing his back. He melts into your embrace, so it’s a little surprising when he starts arguing.

“You’re just saying that,” he whispers like he didn’t mean for you to hear. But you did.

“Are you calling me a liar?” You accuse.

“No no,” he startles and gets up enough to face you. His eyes are wide and there’s a worried wrinkle between his brows. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” you reassure, “I just wouldn’t say something I don’t mean.”

“I know,” he lies back down and hides his face into your neck.

“You can vent if you want, though,” you encourage.

At first he seems hesitant, placing a soft kiss on your neck without speaking up. That’s fine with you as well. After all, you don’t want to push him. His comfort is always your first priority. You hold him tightly, stroking up and down his spine with your other hand. At times it almost seems like he fell asleep, but even that would be alright.

“I just feel like I hit a wall,” he starts off quietly, “I don’t feel like I’m making much progress in anything. Definitely not as fast or as much as I used to when I was younger.”

“You’re right that the performances are getting harder, but I should be able to adapt, shouldn’t I? Soonyoung handles it fine,” he rambles on, sighing a little.

“Soonyoung is a beast though,” you remind him, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, but I’m still lacking behind the others too,” he confesses, no longer laughing. He sounds so discouraged you just want to do something to lift his worries, if only a little. “I’m too slow. I had a hard time with the recording too. I think I’m just, I don’t know. Maybe I’m not made for this, maybe I just got lucky that I could do this for this long and now my lack of talent is showing. Do you think I’m getting too ol-“

Joshua’s voice dies in his throat and he lifts his head to meet your eyes. 

“Why did you pat my head?” He asks confused (but at least distracted).

“Took you a while to notice,” you huff, averting your eyes, “You always do it too.”

You don’t stop though and pat his head once again, then running your fingers through his hair. Just like he does when you are upset.

“That explains less than you think,” he smiles a little.

“It’s comforting when you do it. Makes my worries seem smaller,” you mumble, only looking at him when he turns your head with his fingers under your chin. You make a surprised noise when his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. “I just couldn’t listen to you talk like that when I know it’s not true.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He parrots your words from earlier. 

“Yeah, Joshua, I am,” you roll your eyes, kissing him again, “So be a good boy and stop lying.”

He laughs, nodding before diving in for one more kiss. He adjusts his position so he can rest his forehead against yours without straining his neck. 

“You know I would do anything for you,” he kisses your nose this time, “I just don’t think I can do it today.”

”I’m here for you,” you remind him, “You can tell me everything and if you lie I’ll correct you.”

He laughs, shaking his head. He connects your lips again before settling down on your chest again. 

He makes you do as you promised, nuzzling closer whenever you remind him that he’s feeling down and shouldn’t take those thoughts too seriously as he shares all that’s been weighing him down. If he’s especially hesitant to admit to something, you remind him of his successes. He doesn’t like to hear about them, but still listens because he likes your voice.

And strangely, he likes it when you pat his head and run your fingers through his hair too.