im-gemmy

[im-gemmy]

greetings...i respectfully would like to place down my 2 cents for diamond life

reader is hard at work under the desk in woozi's studio, whenever a member-specifically shua and minghao or honestly whichever member wants to blow off some steam while recording, all woozi has to do is pull them off him, hold them by the hair and let said member go nuts...the sadists that they are 🤐

— Accelerando!

Warnings: woozi x free use!reader x joshua x the8, cockwarming, oral (m receiving), tears, gagging, lots of cum, voyeurism, filming

More like this... Diamond Life : The Series

Recordings can either be the smoothest sailing days or the harshest battles against the flow. Sometimes it would be over in a few hours, sometimes it could take up the whole day.

When the members said Woozi practically lived in his Universe Factory, they meant in. He even had his own foldable bed in it and everything. All his amenities at one place for his comfort.

Out of all the members, Woozi would argue that he benefited from you the most. He had always loved the idea of cockwarming, especially while he worked on his chair. The idea of someone keeping his cock warm and hard while he made music was magical.

You sat under his desk, legs crossed, eyes closed, head resting on his hard muscle packed thigh, mouth occupied with his heavy thick dick in your mouth. You may seem at rest but your tongue definitely wasn't. Occasionally moving, licking the veins from the sides of his cock. Throat constricting at carefully calculated times.

"Lets do one more run towards the end. I wasn't satisfied with the last part, I think both of you can do more." Woozi spoke, his fingers pressing on the button talking to Joshua and Minghao who was in the booth recording for a duet.

Minghao sighed and nodded, Joshua just held his headphones in understanding. The two calmest members of the group, but the last person they'd want to piss off. An enigma of the saying 'The calm before the storm.'

The two went for a few more rounds in the studio, before slowly, the frustration started creeping in, tension building up in the booth until it was showing in their voices.

Truth is, Woozi was doing this on purpose, he believes that there's no better view than you choking and crying on a dick. He would always do it to you, loving the bulge his cock would imprint on your throat, the way your glassy eyes look up at him showing no signs of thinking, completely dumb and cock drunk.

As much as he loves seeing it in first person, he can't help but wonder what it'd look like in second. The boys really have spending alot more time together, Seungkwan's enthusiasm over exhibitionism was starting to get to him.

"Hyung.. I don't think I can do it anymore, it's getting overwhelming. We've been here for hours repeating the same line over and over again. I need a break." Minghao complained, ever so well thought out and collected, but his body language says otherwise. He looked stiff, eyes tired and basically begging for rest.

"I agree, I think it would be better for us to have a break and recollect ourselves, maybe it's the exhaustion that's causing the bad outcomes." Joshua nodded, looking back and forth between his friends.

You open your eyes at the sound of their voice, looking up to Woozi with a hopeful look. He told you of his plans asking for consent, and you eagerly nodded not even a second after the words left his mouth making him chuckle and call you a slut.. which you ultimately got heated up over, and no, you didn't beat him to death, but your pussy may say otherwise.

The pale man was silent for a minute as if he was thinking, before ultimately agreeing and letting the boys out. As the duo leave the booth, Woozi pulls his dick out of your mouth making your saliva drip all over the floor and off his dick.

Rolling his chair to the side, he reveals you to the boys, looking pretty all wet and open wide for the two. "It would be better for you two to release your frustrations rather than have them bottled up, 'no?" Woozi said, dick standing up and and as proud as himself for his plan execution.

"Yeah, definitely." Joshua sighed, pulling his dick out of his pants, getting harder and harder each passing second as you crawl on your fours to get to him. He gives his dick a few strokes before shoving himself in all the way in your mouth.

Joshua, Seventeen's Gentleman, was nothing like the man the public perceives of him. He was anything but gentle, always leaving you bruised and nearly unconscious after fucking you. Cuffing you down, pressing you hard against the bed, everything but being gentle.

Minghao was silent, but he wasn't non threatening, situating himself behind you, his focus immediately zeroed in on your exposed cunt. You were wearing only a thin oversized shirt — probably from Mingyu — and nothing else. What was the point of wearing under wear when it's just gonna be put aside anyways?

The chinese man was known for his relentless and often unfiltered mouth. He wasn't any different in sex, seemingly having developed an oral fixation on your pussy, always eating you out whenever given the chance to. He usually starts off slow, before adding his fingers, and going feral using you.

Your whimpers were muffled by the dick inside your mouth, heavy and big. Joshua surprisingly was starting off slow as well, probably due to the younger kneeling behind you. But his pace doesn't stop him from going rough. Giving you deep, hard thrusts, that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Tears were already rolling of your face, muted gagging sounds emmited from you as he sensually fucked your mouth as if it was your cunt.

Woozi felt like he was in a real life porno. Sitting like a king in his chair with his legs in a manspread, slowly jerking off his hard on. From his perspective, the bulge on your mouth was extremely evident. Him and Joshua were pretty similar in girth, having only an inch difference in length.

From behind you, Minghao was finally starting to quicken his pace. Slender fingers now toying with your cunt, tongue lapping and licking all over you resulting in nasty slurping sounds. He didn't knew whose cum was mixxed with yours, but whoever it was, his diet must be healthy for it to taste this good. Or maybe it was just your magic.

His tongue slides in and out of you, practically cleaning you up to get you ready for a fresh new batch of cum inside of you.

Joshua was now collecting your hair and putting it up in a pony tail, his big hands giving him no struggle with the task. You mentally prepare yourself as this was his ritual before losing all his mercy on you. He groaned as he gives you a deep hard thrust, before pulling out and pushing back in, this time with a much faster, deeper, pace.

Minghao moves his face away from your cunt, opting to finger you instead. His dick was getting painfully hard, having been ignored for too long. His patience runs thin when he's horny.

Finally taking his dick out, he pushes in inside of you, immediately matching with his hyungs pace in a way that he was in fucking into you at the same time Joshua was. Two dicks pressing deeply inside of you at the same time, at the same intervals.

You sounded and looked like a mess. Torn between gagging and moaning. Your face was flushed, full on crying now. Had it not been for Joshua in front of you, your face would be on the floor planted flat right now.

Woozi was shamelessly jerking off while watching the whole thing. His mind has orchestrated alot of masterpieces throughout his life, this was no doubt one of them.

"Agh.. fuck." Joshua strangled out as he came in your mouth, forcing your face into his dick, nose pressing against his pelvis. He was a heavy heavy cummer, emphasize on heavy if it hadn't been yet. Always leaving you full or choking even more on his cum, not just his dick.

Sweat was dripping of his forehead as he look down on you, panting with veins visible all over his arms and face. "Good girl, good job. Take it all. All of it." Joshua praised in a husky voice, clearly worn out from todays activities. But no matter how tired he was, he would never pass out on your hole.

Minghao followed soon after, filling up your other hole with his own cum. He rocks his hip back and forth into you creating a ring of cum around his dick. "Hyung.. look at this." Minghao called out, eyes focused on where the two of you connect.

It was all Woozi needed for him to cum as well. Cursing under his breath as a string of cum spurts out his dick, landing all over his chair, shirt, and even on the floor.

Joshua reached out to his back pocket for his phone. Opening the camera, he hit the record button making surs to catch your face in the frame.

Slowly, he pulled his dick out of you, a flow of his cum dripping out of your mouth. You were panting like a dog, eyes blown out, all fucked out to realize that there was a camera in front of you. Joshua pressed a thumb on your tongue, prompting you to open up more.

He dragged his thumb from your tongue to your lip, spreading cum all over. Angling his phone to where it catches the both of you, he pulled you into a kiss, tasting and cleaning his cum from your mouth. Tongues lapping all over each other, dirty sounds coming from the two of you. Alternating between open mouth kisses to French kissing.

"Fuck, hyung." Minghao whispered when he felt his dick getting hard again. Looks like it won't be just the three of them who'll be working hard in the studio today.

[im-gemmy]

Boyfriend Texts 3 - SKZ OT8

Synopsys: texts from bf!skz after you call them husband.

Warning: a few swear words, other than that I can't think of anything

Header image is not mine, I got it on Pinterest.

ENJOY! 😊

[im-gemmy]

Texting your brother in Stray Kids

A/N: this is clearly a work of fiction. none of this is meant to be taken seriously. most of the recipients are gender neutral except for Y/n in Jeongin’s text. Y/n is fem.

app used is social maker

Recipient: Y/N

Contact Names: Bang Chan// Old man Bahng.

Lee Know// Mean Hoe 😇. Changbin// Bin🏧.

Hyunjin// #1 Hater. Han// Brother Ugh.

Felix// Yong-bawk. Seungmin// Womb-mate.

I.N// #1 Delinquent

Warning (s): Sassy Kings at work. Profanity.

[im-gemmy]

this you?

✎ skz texts - you send them a meme of theirself

warnings: none!

genre: crack/fluff, implied romantic relationship between reader and skz

incl: ot8

[im-gemmy]

OT13 reaction to coming home feeling horny, only to find their s/o asleep

Request: Can I request a reaction when seventeen gets horney after coming back home but finds their s/o sleeping? So who does what? What do they do? Thank yew

Content Warning: Slightly suggestive themes and intimate situations...

Seungcheol: Seungcheol walks in after a long day, his hands still a little tense from the adrenaline of the stage. He notices you soundly asleep, your soft breaths filling the room. He feels the urge, but he knows better. He’d rather let you rest. After all, he’s always been a protector. Instead of pushing the issue, he takes a deep breath and sits on the bed beside you. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and lets his fingers trail softly along your arm, admiring the peaceful moment.

Jeonghan: He walks into the room, locking eyes with your peaceful sleeping form. His heart skips a beat, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He’s not one to be in a rush. He sits at the edge of the bed, smiling playfully as he watches you. The temptation is real, but instead of acting on it, he gently caresses your hair, humming softly. He whispers, "You better be ready when you wake up, though," and pulls the blanket up around you both. He’s not sulking, but he’s definitely teasing himself in his head lmao.

Joshua: Joshua is in a similar state: he’s just come back from performing, his mind buzzing with excitement. He sees you in a deep sleep, and despite the fact that he’s itching for attention, he doesn’t disturb you. Instead, he leans against the door frame, smirking softly at the sight. He’s playful, but he’s respectful too. "Guess you’re not ready for my love yet," he teases himself with a wink before pulling his hoodie off and laying down next to you, careful not to wake you.

Jun: Jun enters the room, and the immediate temptation hits him. He’s a little more impulsive and mischievous, so his first instinct is to nudge you awake, but then he sees the peaceful expression on your face. He hesitates for a moment, trying to balance his own needs with your rest. After a short pause, he decides to control himself. He lies beside you, playing with your fingers, letting the moment simmer, trying to distract himself from the growing tension.

Hoshi: As we all know, he's full of energy, and it doesn’t take long for him to walk into the room with a grin. He immediately notices you sleeping soundly, and a playful look crosses his face. He’s tempted to make some playful remark or even wake you up with a kiss, but he’s always been a little extra careful with you. He sits on the edge of the bed and pouts, crossing his arms dramatically. "You sleep too much," he mutters, but then his face softens as he leans down, pressing a kiss on your cheek before he decides to lay down next to you and try to fall asleep himself. (Pls tell me he's the cutest tiger to ever exist)

Wonwoo: To me, Wonwoo is the kind of person who tends to keep his emotions in check, so when he walks into the room and sees you peacefully asleep, the first instinct is to pause and take a breath. He’s definitely tempted, but he values your comfort and rest more than satisfying his immediate desires. With a soft sigh, he sits at the edge of the bed, his hand resting gently on the pillow beside you. He’ll watch you for a while, enjoying the quiet and calm of the moment, but without disturbing you. If he feels it’s been long enough, he’ll lean in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I’ll wait... just a little longer," he whispers to himself, as if he’s trying to convince himself to be patient, knowing that when you're awake, the moment will feel even more meaningful.

Woozi: Jihoon, being the type to keep his emotions tightly controlled, walks into the room with a subtle frown as his body is yearning for affection. He’s been waiting all day, but seeing you asleep makes him hesitate. Instead of waking you up, he sits on the edge of the bed, his finger tapping lightly on the mattress as he watches you. He fights the urge to disturb you, even if it’s hard. But if you wake up on your own, maybe he’ll make his move. Until then, he’ll wait.

Dokyeom: DK is a little more playful and upbeat. He walks into the room and immediately notices how you’re asleep. He might let out a chuckle under his breath at how cute you look. He’s tempted to wake you up with a kiss, but he’s considerate. Instead, he lets you rest and climbs into bed beside you, snuggling up with you gently before falling asleep next to you, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist.

Mingyu: Mingyu is the type to be playful and teasing, but also patient (his patience is on another left iykwim). He walks in, notices how you’re sleeping, and he can’t help but smile at how adorable you look. He might sit down at the edge of the bed and watch you for a bit, letting the tension rise. But unlike the others, Mingyu is a bit more bold—he might gently nudge you awake with a soft kiss to your cheek. "Come on, darling, you’ve been sleeping long enough," he whispers with a grin, knowing you’ll wake up to find him waiting for you.

Minghao: He enters the room, his usual calm demeanor present even in such an intimate situation. He’s not going to wake you up just to satisfy his needs. Instead, he takes a step back and watches you sleep, a small smile on his lips. He likes seeing you peaceful, and it only makes him want to be gentle. He lays down beside you and quietly wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he drifts off to sleep. "Next time, maybe," he whispers softly, his body relaxed despite his feelings.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan walks in, his anticipation immediately deflating when he sees you fast asleep. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he stands at the edge of the bed, hands on his hips, a mixture of frustration and amusement crossing his face. "You’ve got to be kidding me," he mutters under his breath. He’s been waiting for this all day, and now you’re out like a light? "I guess I’ll just have to wait... again," He stares at you for a moment before deciding he won’t go down without a fight lmfao. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another to your forehead, another to your lips. "I guess I’ll just have to wake you up the nice way," he whispers. If you still don’t stir, he might try something a little cheekier—a light tickle on your side or whispering your name right next to your ear, grinning as he watches you squirm ever so slightly in your sleep.

Vernon: Vernon’s usually laid-back, but when it comes to affection, he knows how to balance between his laid-back and serious side. He’s definitely very much tempted, but he’s also not one to rush things. He sits beside you, staring at your sleeping face for a few moments before leaning in and giving you a quick, soft kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well..." he whispers with a cheeky grin, knowing you’ll wake up eventually, and when you do, he’ll be ready—

Dino: Although he’s usually full of energy, he also has a gentle, affectionate side. Seeing you asleep is like a signal to him that he should hold back. He might be feeling a bit frustrated, but he’ll keep it together, waiting patiently. He sits down beside you and brushes a strand of hair from your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "I’ll just wait," he whispers, smiling fondly at you as he snuggles up next to you.

[im-gemmy]

[im-gemmy]

love is craving - i.n

— texts with jeongin where he loves skinship with you

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[im-gemmy]

new scenario unlocked: bf wonwoo and his best mingyu sharing a room on a vacation and you sneak inside their room to cuddle with wonwoo while mingyu is sleeping except after 2 mins of cuddling, you're both ripping your clothes off of each other and wonwoo is spoon fucking you and his hand is covering your mouth to muffle the moans. mingyu is pretending to be asleep with a hard on, rutting his hips quietly on the mattress to provide some relief.

if you want you can elaborate🤭

“you’re hard,” you whisper, pushing your ass back into your boyfriend.

you hear him groan softly into your hair as he shifts his hips away from you, moving himself out of reach, much to your dismay. “baby, we can’t,” he whispers back.

“but-”

“i know i’m fucking hard!” he hisses, knowing exactly what you’re going to say, “of course i’m fucking hard! i haven’t fucked you in two days and you snuck into my room wearing… stop grinding into me.”

wonwoo grabs your waist to hold you still, making you whine quietly in defeat.

“i told you, we can’t. mingyu’s sleeping right over there.”

“so? he’s heard us fuck before.”

“yeah, through the walls. not in the same room as us.”

“there’s a first time for everything right?”

-

it really didn’t take that much convincing. wonwoo knew he was going to fuck you the moment you slipped into his bed. he prayed you’d let it go, that you’d come to your senses and he wouldn’t have to keep being the reasonable one (because his dick was so fucking hard it was starting to hurt) but it was all in vain.

“just feel how wet i am,” you murmured, dragging his hand down to the waistband of your shorts.

now he’s got that same hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. he’s cradling your whole body against his so that he can control every movement, not that it helps much. you’re still making way too much noise. there’s no way mingyu hasn’t woken up by now but wonwoo can’t find it in himself to care.

he knows mingyu’s always had a little thing for you, and maybe it’s mean of him, but wonwoo can’t help feeling a little smug about the situation he’s put his roommate in. listening to wonwoo fuck you a few feet away, hearing your sweet whines and moans that are all for him and not being able to watch? having to pretend he’s sleeping through all of this, that it isn’t turning him on whatsoever?

wonwoo almost wants to call out to him, asking how he’s enjoying the show, but he doesn’t. he’s not that sadistic. at least not tonight.

[im-gemmy]

subby mingyu getting handjob from reader while hes tied up to the bed, she promises to make him cum but when he’s close she moves her hand away and starts fingering herself. pure torture 🥰

edging sub!mingyu

WARNINGS: smut, edging, masturbation [f. & m.], dom!reader x sub!mingyu.

mingyu looks up at you with those big, dumb, puppy-dog eyes, his wrists tugging at the restraints like he forgot you tied him up in the first place. “please ma'am,” he whines, chest heaving, sweat already glistening on his neck. “ma'am, you said—”

you cut him off with a lazy smirk, your fingers wrapping back around his cock, the tip flushed and leaking like it’s begging for you to make it cum and spurt all over. “yeah, yeah, i said i’d let you cum,” you tease, your grip just firm enough to make him gasp, “but when did i ever say when?”

his head falls back onto the pillow with a pathetic groan, and you swear you can feel the bedframe shudder with how hard he’s pulling against the ties. “ma'am you’re so mean..!”

you pump him slow, so slow it’s borderline cruel, and his thighs twitch like he’s gonna lose his mind. his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, brows furrowed like he’s fighting not to explode too soon. but mingyu’s always been a lightweight when it comes to you, and the way his cock jerks in your hand tells you he’s so close.

you wait until his breathing gets erratic, his hips stuttering, his whole body tightening like a rubber band about to snap... and then?

you pull your hand away.

“wha—wait, no! what the hell?!” mingyu chokes out, his voice cracking, his head snapping up to look at you. his eyes are wild, his cock twitching helplessly, and you almost laugh at the mere betrayal on his face.

“aww,” you pout, not even trying to hide the mockery in your tone. “poor baby.” and then, just to drive the point home, you slide your hand down between your own thighs, your fingers disappearing where you know he wants to be.

“no, no, no—” he starts, but the word cuts off with a strangled groan when you start fingering yourself right in front of him. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room, and mingyu’s eyes are locked on your hand, his cock twitching like it’s physically pained by the sight.

“this is your fault,” you say, your voice breathy. “if you weren’t so greedy, maybe i’d let you finish.” you drag your fingers out, glistening with slick, and hold them up for him to see. “guess i’m having all the fun.”

mingyu thrashes against the restraints, whining, “please, i’ll be good, i’ll do anything—”

“anything?” you raise an eyebrow, and his nod is so desperate it’s almost funny, his eyes big, and his eyebrow knit together. “hmm. maybe next time,” you hum, slipping your fingers back inside yourself with a soft moan.

mingyu groans like he’s in actual agony, his cock leaking against his stomach, his hips twitching into the air while he’s still chasing a release that’s never coming.

[im-gemmy]

Hello, I love your blog! What do you think about this scenario, when jihoon finds out reader has very sensitive breasts and nipples and is able to have a nipple orgasm? But reader already knew that she can have it, but left it as a surprise for him. So he's just playing with reader's tits and it makes her more turned on, so he continues and it happens

woozi making reader cum just from nipple play

WARNINGS: smut, nipple play, a very shocked and turned on jihoon?, biting, licking, sucking, mention of penetrative sex, masturbation (f. receiving)

you’re lying with your boyfirend, all sprawled out and giggly, letting jihoon take his time playing with your body and your responses. his hands are warm, and surprisingly smooth, fingers slightly calloused.

“you’re so sensitive here,” he mutters, thumb swiping lazily over your nipple. the small, surprised gasp you let out makes him pause, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “what, didn’t think i’d notice?”

you bite your lip, playing coy. “maybe.”

he quirks an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and his other hand joins the party. his thumbs circle your nipples in slow flicks, and when you arch into his touch, he leans in close.

“this good?”

“mhm,” you hum, trying to keep it casual, but your body betrays you. your back arches, your breath hitches, and you’re doing everything not to outright moan.

he notices.

“huh.” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he watches your reaction. his fingers pinch and roll, just a little rougher, and when your thighs press together, his smirk widens. “wait… no way.”

you don’t respond, just close your eyes and let out the tiniest whimper. it’s enough to send his brain into overdrive.

“holy shit,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “is this… are you…?”

you peek at him through half-lidded eyes, the faintest, most mischievous smile on your lips as you grit out a bit sulky. “what do you think, woozi?”

his jaw drops. actually drops.

“you’re joking,” he says, voice shaky, but his hands don’t stop. his fingers start to work harder, and it's almost funny how far hes willing to concentrate, as if he’s testing a theory.

“oh my god, you’re not joking,” he breathes when your breathing gets heavier, your hips starting to shift like you’re chasing something.

“keep going,” you gasp, voice thin and desperate now, and that’s all the confirmation he wished.

his mouth joins in, lips latching onto one nipple while his hand works the other. he alternates between soft licks and firm sucks, and the combination is devastating.

“you’re actually gonna cum from this,” he mumbles against your skin, sounding both awestruck and ridiculously turned on. “fuck, you’re unreal.”

your hands fly to his hair, pushing him back to twirl his tongue around your sensitive and flushed bud, tugging as your body strains under him. “jihoon—oh my god, stop t-talking!”

he feels your thighs quiver, your hands tighten in his hair, he realizes that every flick of his tongue is pushing you closer to the border. his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking hard before switching to fast flicks of his tongue. his other hand rolls your neglected nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting just enough to draw out the prettiest gasps from you.

your head falls back, mouth hanging open, and you’re gone. when it finally happens, your entire body tenses, thighs clenching, your hips lifting slightly off the bed as you moan, high-pitched and breathy.

jihoon’s eyes snap up to your face, his mouth still latched onto your breast as he watches the realization wash over you.

“oh my god,” he mumbles funnily around your nipple, pulling back just enough to look at you properly.

your chest heaves, your hands falling limply from his hair to rest on the bed. you’re flushed, your skin glistening, and your lips slightly parted as you try to catch your breath.

jihoon sits back on his knees, his chest rising and falling with his own labored breathing. “you actually…” his voice trails off, disbelief and arousal warring in his face.

you stay quiet, your head turned slightly to the side, as if avoiding his gaze.

“you just came… from that?” he asks, his tone somewhere between wonder and outright lust.

you nod, cheeks burning as you avoid looking directly at him. “yeah,” you mumble, so quiet he barely hears you.

his hand moves to your thigh, his grip firm as he slides his palm up, pausing when his fingers meet the wet heat between your pussy lips. “you’re not messing with me, right? this wasn’t, like, a coincidence?”

“jihoon!” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “it’s not weird, okay? i’ve always been like this.”

he stares at you, his brain still trying to catch up with what just happened. his fingers move against you, feeling the slick and glossy proof of your orgasm, and he bites his lip. “are you kidding me? weird? this is… fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

your hips shift at his words, instinctively pressing into his hand, and that’s when he notices the subtle roll of your body, the way your legs fall open just a little wider, and how your gaze flicks down to the obvious strain in his sweatpants.

his cock twitches against his thigh, already achingly hard, and he can’t help but smirk. “you’re already thinking about it, aren’t you?”

you lift your head, your eyes narrowing at his cocky tone. “thinking about what?”

he leans down, his mouth brushing against your ear. “how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck you stupid.”

you shudder, and before you can answer, his lips find yours, stealing the breath from your lungs as he presses you into the mattress.

your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans into your mouth as his hips grind against yours. his hands find your breasts again, fingers toying with your sensitive nipples, and your body jerks beneath him.

“so sensitive,” he murmurs, his lips moving down your neck, his tongue tracing a path to your collarbone. “i could make you come like that all night, couldn’t I?... you’ve been holding out on me,” he teases, biting lightly at the soft swell of your breast. “keeping secrets. you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” you don’t even get the chance to respond before his tongue is back on your nipple, his fingers slipping between your folds to find your gummy walls.

[im-gemmy]

ok but how about we imagine the reader just lounging on the bed or sumn on their tummy and not wearing underwear inside their shorts because they're just home and its just you and jihoon and its comfy like that, maybe scrolling thru phone or smthg and jihoon comes and see you like that and without warning pulls down their shorts like hmm gonna eat them out from the back

woozi eating you from the back when he sees you chilling without panties

WARNINGS: smut, pussy eating, fingering, reader tries to not look affected by woozi eating her out—it doesn't last tho

it’s not like you planned this. you were just comfy, sprawled out on your tummy, scrolling through your phone. no underwear, just one of those oversized shirts jihoon always leaves behind. you weren’t expecting him home this early—it was supposed to be just you and the quiet hum of your timeline.

but then, you hear the door click open. you lift your head slightly, listening as his familiar footsteps echo down the hall. whatever. it’s jihoon. you don’t move. no need to—he’s seen you like this a thousand times before.

except… maybe not exactly like this.

“...seriously?”

you turn your head lazily to glance at him, your cheek pressing into the pillow. “what?”

his mouth is open. like full-on, jaw-dropped, wide-eyed suffering. you’d laugh if it wasn’t so funny. his gaze is locked on the way your shirt has ridden up over your hips, just barely covering the curve of your ass but definitely not hiding the glimpse of your cunt between your thighs.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he accuses, his voice strained.

“literally no?” you shrug, playing it cool. “it’s comfy. every woman does this.” you turn your attention back to your phone like his whole world isn’t crumbling around him.

without another word, he’s crawling onto the bed, settling himself between your thighs. the weight of him presses against the backs of your legs.

“hoon, what are you doing?” you ask casually, even as he pushes your thighs apart and drags his thumbs along your folds.

he doesn’t answer. instead, his breath fans over you, and then his tongue—wet and warm—licks a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance.

you don’t react. not immediately, anyway.

“hmm,” you hum, scrolling aimlessly. “that’s nice.”

you can feel him pause.

“‘nice?’” he repeats, his voice muffled against you. there’s a challenge in his tone, and you know you’ve poked the bear.

jihoon doubles down. his tongue delves deeper, penetrating you, licking and flicking in ways that make your toes curl even though you swear you’re not going to let him win. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working you over fill the room.

you’re trying to hold strong.

“yeah, like… whatever,” you manage, biting down on your lip to keep the gasp trapped in your throat, as you smirk nasty.

“oh, we’ll see about that,” jihoon mutters, his voice dripping with determination.

he doesn’t hold back now, his tongue fucking into you has your thighs trembling. he pulls back to spit, letting his saliva mix with your slick before diving back in, his nose pressing against you with every hungry lap.

you squirm. just a little.

but jihoon knows you. he knows exactly how to make you melt.

when he slides two fingers into you, curling them in that devastating way only he can, it’s game over. you gasp, your phone slipping from your hand as your hips start to roll against his face.

“oh? what happened to ‘nice?’” he taunts, his voice smug and soaked as he pulls back just enough to breathe.

“shut up,” you manage, but your voice cracks, and you know he hears it.

he hums, the vibrations making you shiver, and you can’t help yourself anymore. your hips grind against his face, chasing the pressure of his tongue and the stretch of his fingers.

“fuck,” you whisper, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

jihoon groans against you desperately, the wetness between your legs is obscene, dripping onto his chin, smearing across his lips, but he doesn’t care. it only makes him harder inside his pants, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to make you moan louder, to make you wetter.

your forehead presses into the pillow, muffling the broken sound that slips past your lips as jihoon’s mouth latches onto your clit. his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud before his lips close around it completely, sucking it inside your mouth until your start to drip on his upper lip.

“fuck, babe—” you choke out, your voice muffled by the fabric. instead of giving you a break, he doubles down. the bastard knows what he’s doing. he knows how sensitive you are, and he’s still going for it, his tongue swirling and his lips pulling at your clit like it’s his fucking life mission.

you’re unraveling, your resolve crumbling like a cheap tower of jenga blocks.

your ass lifts off the mattress on instinct, hips wiggling as if you’re trying to escape him. but that’s a joke—you don’t want to escape. not really.

jihoon hums against you, the vibrations making you choke strangled as you push yourneck further on the pillow “oh, now you’re running?” it’s clear he’s not about to let you go anywhere. his hands grab onto your thighs, holding you still with a grip that’s firm but reverent.

“not running,” you whine, though your body says otherwise. you’re grinding back against him now, your hips bucking on his tongue involuntarily as his tongue works you over.

“yeah?” he says, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “then why are you wiggling, huh?”

you’re not about to let him win this round. no fucking way. “you’re barely doing anything,” you bite out, though your voice cracks halfway through.

jihoon lets out a dark little laugh, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, the meat scaping inside the fingers as he presses his face back between your legs. “oh, i’m barely doing anything?” he says, and you can feel the smirk on his lips.

then he sucks.

your head snaps back, and a choked cry escapes you as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and entrance, pulling at it like he’s determined to break you.

“hoon! what the fuck—ngh!”

“what was that?” he murmurs his tongue flicking in quick, torturous motions.

your response is unintelligible, a series of breathless gasps and broken moans as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless. your ass is in the air now, raised high as you grind back against his face, the wet sounds of his tongue and your slick filling the room.

you feel his grip tighten on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin as if to steady you. “don’t play with me, baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

your fingers claw at the pillow beneath you, your body shaking as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and insistent. your legs tremble, and you let out a high, desperate whimper, wiggling your hips again as if it’ll somehow lessen the intensity.

but jihoon doesn’t let up, he doubles down, his tongue flicking against your clit in rapid, precise motions before sucking again, his lips pulling at you, making your roll your eyes to the back of your school.

“you’re taking it so well, baby.”

and just like that, the floodgates open. your body arches, your face burying deeper into the pillow as the orgasm slams into you, hard and unforgiving.

jihoon groans against you as you grind into his face, riding out the your orgasm as your legs quake and your moans dissolve into sobs. but he doesn’t stop—not yet. his tongue slows, but it’s still there, gentle and coaxing, milking every last drop from your trembling body.

when you finally collapse, boneless and spent, jihoon presses a soft, almost teasing kiss to your ass. “still think i’m barely doing anything?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with affection.

you don’t have the energy to answer—not with words, anyway. instead, you reach back weakly, your hand finding his hair and giving it a lazy tug.

jihoon just laughs satisfied, before leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of your back. “that’s what i thought.” he murmurs.

[im-gemmy]

was thinkin bout this the other day, but what would be the different things that would make svt bust hands free/in their pants?

what would make seventeen cum hands free in their pants

seungcheol: pull his hair, like just tug on it gently while whispering something dirty, and bam, he’s biting his lip, trying to mask that he's cumming right here and then.

jeonghan: if you make eye contact while sucking a lollipop or a popscicle right before leaning in to kiss him, he’s legit gone. your lips brushing his while your hands slide down his groin? yeah, his pants are ruined.

joshua: when you start moaning his name too sweetly (mainly if you use it in public, bc only he knows the riiight tone), dragging your nails down his back. he’s so polite about it, but you know he just busted.

junhui: when you’re humping him but lean forward to bite his neck while telling him exactly how good he’s making you feel. his body betrays him in seconds.

hoshi: if you so much as breathe heavy in his ear and start grinding on him, but mainly when you tug his waistband down .

wonwoo: when you whisper some filthy praise, and his mind is already fucked, his glasses fogged up. he’s done before he even realizes it.

woozi: when he's rolling his hips on you through the layers of clothes and then you gasp his name while pulling his hand to your throat. combine that with a breathy “jihoon, harder,” and you’ll hear the most beautiful whimper you ever heard from him

minghao: teasingly brush your lips against his while holding his wrists down. ALSO, a bit of challenge!! “you can’t handle me hao...” it would be entertaining to watch him all flushed telling you about how embarrassed he is.

mingyu: reverse cowgirl position. when you're playing video games, and just decide to lay on your tummy while placing your lower belly right at his bulge as your legs part. this man’s grip on reality slips.

seokmin: when you praise him. it doesnt matter. if his cock is somehow touching you, and you're praising him about the dinner he just made, is enough for him to bust.

seungkwan: when you're jealous and you tell him that he's yours. sit on his lap, grind down, and start kissing his neck while whispering things in a mad tone.

vernon: moan in his mouth!!! when you straddle him and pull him into kiss, dragging his hands to your waist while moaning into his mouth. he’s malfunctioning and busting before he even gets his pants off.

chan: if you start kissing his abs while looking up at him, maybe tug on his pants while saying that he has been a good boy, praising him as he usually likes, his legs literally give out as he’s done.

[im-gemmy]

drunk and needy, SVT.

featuring — seventeen members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — an imagine of what the seventeen boys are like when they’re drunk and needy for you!

contents — fluff, drunk and cute, no warnings.

min ✿ gyu

mingyu is the epitome of a happy drunk. a couple of drinks in, and his usual clumsiness turns into something endearingly chaotic. he’s all smiles, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling as he gravitates toward you like a magnet.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he slurs, his deep voice slightly wobbly. without hesitation, he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “why do you look even better tonight? is it me, or are you glowing?”

mingyu’s touchy nature becomes more prominent — he’s constantly holding your hand, poking your cheek, or resting his chin on your shoulder. his laugh is infectious as he insists on taking selfies with you, even though half of them end up blurry.

“you’re my favorite person in the world,” he declares, resting his forehead against yours. “promise you’ll never leave me, okay?”

though his antics are playful, his affection feels genuine, leaving you both laughing and flustered.

won ✿ woo

wonwoo is usually reserved, but when he’s drunk, he becomes surprisingly affectionate and soft. his usual stoic demeanor melts away, replaced by an almost shy boldness.

he sits beside you, his hand brushing against yours before he finally takes it, intertwining your fingers. “i don’t usually do this,” he murmurs, his voice soft and tinged with vulnerability. “but i feel like… like i need to tell you how much you mean to me.”

wonwoo leans closer, his head resting lightly on your shoulder. “you make everything better,” he admits, his tone sincere. “i don’t say it enough, but i’m really lucky to have you.”

though his touches are gentle, the way he holds your hand or brushes your hair away from your face feels deliberate, as if he’s memorizing every detail of you in his tipsy haze.

ho ✿ shi

drunk hoshi is pure chaos, a whirlwind of energy and affection. the moment the alcohol hits, he’s bouncing around like an overexcited puppy before zeroing in on you.

“honey!” he exclaims, throwing his arms around you in a dramatic hug. “do you know how much i love you? like, tiger-sized love!”

he’s endlessly touchy — holding your hands, squishing your cheeks, and occasionally resting his head in your lap with a pout. “you’re so comfy,” he whines, nuzzling closer. “don’t move, okay? i need to stay here forever.”

hoshi’s antics are paired with constant declarations of love. “you’re my everything, my sun and moon, my tiger!” he says, his eyes sparkling.

though he’s a bit much, his enthusiasm is contagious, and you can’t help but laugh at his over-the-top affection.

ver ✿ non

vernon is a quiet drunk, but his touchiness surprises you. he’s not the type to initiate physical affection often, but alcohol makes him bolder.

“hey,” he says, his voice low and slightly slurred as he sits close to you. without warning, he gently takes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. “your hands are so soft. did i ever tell you that?”

he leans in slightly, his dark eyes searching yours. “you’re, like… unreal,” he says, his words slow but genuine. “how did i get so lucky to know you?”

vernon’s touches are subtle — a hand on your knee, a light brush of your hair — but they feel meaningful. his usual reserved nature makes his drunken affection all the more endearing.

s. ✿ coups

as the leader, s.coups is often the one taking care of others, but when he’s drunk, he lets his walls down completely.

“you work so hard,” he murmurs, pulling you into a warm embrace. “i don’t say it enough, but i notice everything you do. you’re amazing.”

his touches are protective — an arm draped around your shoulder, a hand resting on your back, or his fingers brushing yours as he pours his heart out. “you make me feel safe,” he admits, his voice thick with emotion. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

though his drunken state makes him more vulnerable, his sincerity shines through, leaving you touched by his heartfelt words.

di ✿ no

dino becomes adorably clingy when drunk, his usual playful self amplified by the alcohol. he’s constantly by your side, leaning into you and holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“babe, do you know how amazing you are?” he asks, his voice filled with wonder. “like, you’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “don’t leave, okay? stay right here with me,” he says, his tone soft and almost pleading.

dino’s touchiness is sweet and innocent, his affection brimming with pure adoration. though he’s a bit clingy, his sincerity makes it impossible not to smile.

jeong ✿ han

drunk jeonghan is the ultimate mischief-maker, but when it comes to you, his playful side takes on a softer tone.

he leans against you with a sly grin, his face flushed from the alcohol. “do you know how lucky you are to have me?” he teases, his fingers lightly brushing yours. before you can respond, he tilts his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he pouts dramatically. “but honestly… i think i’m luckier.”

jeonghan becomes touchy in the most subtle yet intentional ways — lightly tracing patterns on your arm, tucking your hair behind your ear, or resting his hand on your knee as he leans closer.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his usual teasing replaced by genuine warmth. “i’m serious, love. how are you real?”

even in his drunken state, jeonghan’s charm is undeniable, leaving you blushing and flustered under his attention.

jo ✿ shua

joshua is the perfect gentleman, even when drunk. his touches are soft and careful, as if he’s afraid of overstepping.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” he says, his words slightly slurred but full of sincerity. he reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours tentatively before holding it. “i don’t say it enough, but you mean so much to me.”

he’s the type to offer you his jacket even in his tipsy state, wrapping it around your shoulders while muttering, “can’t have you getting cold.”

joshua’s touches are thoughtful — a hand on your back to steady you, a light squeeze of your hand when he gets sentimental, or gently brushing hair away from your face as he smiles softly. “you’re my favorite person,” he murmurs, his words melting into your heart.

dk ✿

drunk dk is a ray of sunshine, his usual exuberance magnified tenfold. he’s all smiles and laughter, constantly reaching out to touch you as if to confirm you’re really there.

“baby!” he exclaims, pulling you into a spontaneous hug. “do you know how much i love being around you? like, you’re the best!”

his touches are playful yet affectionate — tugging lightly at your hand to dance with him, pinching your cheeks as he giggles, or ruffling your hair. “you’re so cute!” he says, grinning ear to ear.

as the night goes on, dk’s touches become softer, his hand resting on your shoulder as he looks at you with stars in his eyes. “promise you’ll always stay close, okay? i don’t think i’d survive without you.”

the8 ✿

the8 is usually composed, but drunk the8 becomes a quiet, thoughtful romantic. his movements are slow and deliberate, his touches gentle as he lets the alcohol loosen his guarded demeanor.

he sits beside you, his fingers lightly grazing yours before he takes your hand. “you’re different, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “special.”

his usual sharp gaze softens as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering for just a moment. “you don’t even realize how amazing you are, do you?” he asks, tilting his head as he studies you.

the8’s touches are understated but meaningful — a light hand on your arm, a soft squeeze of your hand, or a lingering touch on your shoulder. in his drunken haze, he becomes more open, letting you see the depth of his feelings.

jun ✿ hui

jun becomes adorably clingy when drunk, his usual playful nature turning into unfiltered affection.

“love,” he calls, pouting as he reaches for your hand. “why are you all the way over there? come closer!”

once you’re within reach, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. “you’re the best thing in my life,” he says, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “did you know that? huh? did you?”

jun’s touches are constant — holding your hand, resting his head on your lap, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers. “i just wanna stay like this forever,” he mumbles, his eyes closing as he leans into you.

though his drunken clinginess might seem excessive, his genuine affection shines through, making it impossible to resist his charm.

woo ✿ zi

woozi doesn’t drink often, but when he does, he becomes surprisingly soft and touchy. his usual quiet nature gives way to a more open and affectionate side.

“you’re always taking care of me,” he murmurs, his voice slightly slurred as he places a hand on yours. “let me take care of you for once.”

woozi’s touches are subtle but intentional — a hand resting on your knee, his fingers brushing yours, or gently stroking your hair as he gazes at you with a rare softness.

“you’re… everything,” he admits, his cheeks flushed. “i don’t think i tell you that enough.”

even in his drunken state, woozi’s affection feels genuine and heartfelt, leaving you feeling cherished in a way only he can manage.

seung ✿ kwan

drunk seungkwan is a mix of chaotic energy and overwhelming affection. he’s constantly seeking your attention, his touches playful yet endearing.

“baby!” he exclaims, tugging at your hand. “did i ever tell you how much i adore you? because i do. a lot!”

he’s all about dramatic gestures — hugging you tightly, poking your cheeks, or dramatically leaning on your shoulder with a pout. “you’re too good for me,” he declares, throwing an arm around you.

as the night goes on, seungkwan’s touches become softer — a hand resting on your back, his head leaning against yours as he whispers, “promise you’ll never leave me, okay?”

though his antics might make you laugh, his sincerity shines through, leaving no doubt about how much you mean to him.

notes: i love them all so much istg

[im-gemmy]

cw — dry humping, making out, handjob, pet names ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’, best bf cheol (minors dni)

It’s a confession you make half-hoping Seungcheol doesn’t hear you: “you’re so hard. Let me jerk you off.”

You say it in the heat of the moment, utter it against his lips, reluctant partly because it’s perverted, it’s obscene, and it’s just utterly desperate of you, and partly also because you’re supposed to be taking it slow with him. You’ve had too many relationships go to shit when you fucked them right off the bat and found out after that you’d had nothing in common. Then you met Choi Seungcheol, who seemed a little too good to be true, and from the moment you’d told him you didn’t want to rush into any kind of intimacy just yet, he was more careful with your boundaries than you yourself.

For the last God-knows-how-long though, you’d sat in his lap, rutting yourself against him while he stole your breath with his lips, and fuck, he’s so hard against you that you think it must hurt, and he’s your boyfriend, so why wouldn’t you help him out?

When you say it, he tugs you away from him by your neck, not harsh or rough at all but rather in the way that everything he does has an air of dominance. He stares at you with hardened features, his attempt to appear stern betrayed only slightly by his kiss-swollen lips and cherry red cheeks, and yet you’re not afraid to persist.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret,” he says, so soft and low that he could lull you to sleep.

“It’s fine, Cheol. It won’t even count because you’re not putting it inside,” you say with a shrug and a grin.

Seungcheol has never felt so torn in his life. He wants to build up tension slowly with you until you trust him, until you’re certain that you’re ready to go all the way with him, to take the next step and bare yourself to him. Saying no to you is impossible though, especially when you make him want to give you the entire world. He’s also so, so hard, and his only options are to give in to you or jerk himself off in the bathroom alone.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his boner growing worse from the soft suppleness of it, from the batting of your lashes, from the carnal gleam in your eyes. Fuck it, he thinks. You’re the one who wanted it in the first place, anyway.

“Alright,” he says, and he already sounds out of breath, like the mere thought of your hand around him is enough to make him lose his mind. (It is.)

He starts to shift beneath you, simultaneously grasping your waist to reposition you ever so slightly as he pulls his sweats a few inches down his hips while your ardent fingers help him along. “But the second you wanna stop, we stop, okay?”

“Not gonna wanna stop,” you say, humming. Seungcheol pauses and stares at you, unamused. It makes you roll your eyes. “God, okay, I’ll tell you if I wanna stop. Now can I touch your dick, please?”

He narrows his eyes at you in faux doubt, only to wink at you and finally push his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free.

You feel your insides literally warm at the sight of it. It’s darkened pink, veiny, long, and girthier than anything you’ve ever seen. How can you not think about how it would feel inside you, stretching you out? Because God knows it would stretch you out. You’re pretty sure you’ll need several weeks of foreplay for him to fit.

“Cheol, you’re huge…” you say before you can stop yourself, growing suddenly timid.

“Good thing I’m not putting it inside then, hm?” says Seungcheol, chuckling a little.

He notices the shift in your eyes—it’s not hesitation, you’re just stunned. His hand soothes up and down your back, a silent reminder to take your time. For a split second his heart drops when he thinks maybe you’ve changed your mind about this, about him, and then your hand reaches for his length.

“Can I?” you ask. So polite, as if you’ve never done anything like this before. It makes Seungcheol want to smother you with kisses.

“Please,” he replies, only hoping it’s not too desperate.

The relief when your fingers finally grasp him makes Seungcheol’s shoulder sag, and he finds himself sinking further into the couch when your thumb swirls over his reddened cockhead. Beads of precum drool from his slit and you smear them all over his tip, smirking softly when Seungcheol’s breath hitches in his throat.

With your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making an embarrassing noise, you start to pump his member slowly. You drool at the heaviness of it, at the way your fingers don’t touch as they wrap around him, at Seungcheol’s tiny noises as he inhales and exhales.

“Think you could spit on it for me?” he asks and his voice has dropped about three octaves now. He’s careful with his words, wanting nothing but for you to do things on your own accord.

He has to stop himself from cumming on the spot when you give a nod and a sweet smile before bending forward to let a dollop of spit drop from your pretty lips and land perfectly on his tip.

“Show me how you like it, Cheol,” you say. His heart skips several beats and he wishes he could record your words and listen to them again and again. Fuck, you’re perfect. He already knew that, knew it after about two weeks of knowing you, but you just keep affirming it for him and he wonders if you know your effect on him.

Seungcheol’s hand is warm as it engulfs yours. His grip is much tighter—painful even, you would think, but as he starts guiding your hand up and down with vigour, he throws his head back and moans, and you can’t help the way your pussy aches at the sound.

He shows you exactly how he likes it: tight, and with a flick of the wrist to swirl around his tip.

“God, fuck, baby, that’s it,” he grunts and bucks his hips into your hand.

Heat creeps up the back of your neck. There’s a dash of timidness you get from being this intimate with Seungcheol for the first time, although it’s not even you who’s exposed, and then there’s desire. Wild, burning lust. He’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and he’s falling apart in your hands.

“Your cock’s so pretty, Cheollie,” you say. His already dark eyes have grown impossibly darker, riddled with want as they flicker between your intertwined fingers around his cock, and your face. “Can’t wait to have it in my mouth.”

“F-fuck, didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, pretty girl,” he moans, quickening your pace. His precum leaks all over your fingers, so wet that there’s an audible slick sound with every pump up and down.

“Only for you,” you say, and your gaze falls to his glistening lips, and you’re moving absentmindedly towards them until you’re kissing him. It’s even messier than before, more breathless, like neither of you are holding back your wanting anymore. Your tongue licks against his shamelessly. You’re hungry for him. He settles a hand at the nape of your neck, drawing you closer to him so that he can kiss you so hard your head starts to spin.

You’re not sure when you’d started grinding on him again, rutting your crotch over his hard thigh like a dog, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel ashamed of yourself when Seungcheol’s chest is starting to heave, his moans are growing more frequent, and his cock is throbbing against your hand.

“You’re twitching, Cheol. Are you gonna cum?” you tease, your cunt fluttering.

“Yeah, ’m close,” he says through gritted teeth.

And he’s certainly honest, because a few more strokes and he’s giving a deep, guttural groan and cumming in thick, milky white spurts all over his hoodie. His blissed out face is a sight to behold, although he doesn’t let you do so in favour of pulling you in for another kiss, one that’s soft and chaste this time.

Choi Seungcheol’s duality will kill you one day.

“Did so good for me, baby, thank you,” he says, giving you his sugary smile. “I’m gonna go… uh, change real quick and then I’ll return the favour, yeah?”

“Wh- return the favour? But- that- I wanted to help you out, though, so it’s fine!” you stutter, and he’s already plucked you off his lap like you’re weightless and stood up to his feet.

“Baby,” he says, taking your hand. “I felt you grinding all over my leg. Let me take care of you like you did for me.”

[im-gemmy]

dilf!seungcheol x babysitter reader ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡, nsfw under the cut.

dilf!seungcheol who is the most hardworking CEO but also the most perfect, most caring father who only wants the best for his little princess.

dilf!seungcheol who stresses out whenever he has an important meeting and has to leave the house immediately and is practically shaking in his boots at the thoughts of leaving his daughter alone, so he brings her to the meetings and pays more attention to her than the meeting at this point.

dilf!seungcheol who gets complaints from his employees for bringing his daughter to important meetings and getting distracted, and he knows they're right, god, of course he does, but how could he leave his precious little angel home alone?

dilf!seungcheol who decides to make a post online in search for a babysitter, and he's absolutely desperate, thinking no one's gonna see it, but as soon as someone contacted him for more details he practically started jumping around in joy after making sure they're not a stinky weirdo.

dilf!seungcheol who when he finally saw you was totally blown away, but he was glad that his daughter had already taken a liking to you.

dilf!seungcheol who soon finds himself coming home from work earlier just to see you and invite you to stay over for dinner and later on discreetly running his hand across your soft skin as he pulled you into a hug, thanking you for babysitting his daughter and biting back a groan as your sweet voice told him it's no problem.

dilf!seungcheol who when one day you left his house after babysitting his daughter and forgot your jacket there, he gripped it in his hands and gulped before bringing it towards his face and inhaling your sweet smell, groaning and feeling a bulge start to form in his pants.

dilf!seungcheol who jerks off for the entire night you left your jacket, one hand stroking his cock quickly while the other continued inhaling your scent on your coat.

dilf!seungcheol who one day calls his best friend jeonghan to take care of his daughter so he can have you in his apartment..alone, knowing he'll get teased by jeonghan for being whipped for 'the cute babysitter' he's been bugging him about.

dilf!seungcheol who purposely didn't tell you that his daughter won't be at home today and was filled with satisfaction as he saw your surprised and confused face before he gently pulled you closer to him, one hand tightly gripping your waist.

dilf!seungcheol who quickly had you under him on his bed as he thrusted into you, his usual deep voice turning slightly whiny as he finally had you right where he wanted you, your cute moans filling his ears.

“f-fuck, sir! pleaseplea-” you moaned in the most needy tone, clawing on his back as he snapped his hips up and yanked you onto his cock by grabbing your pulled to the side panties, grasping onto them tightly.

seungcheol threw his head back, his blonde hair sweaty and his back now scratched up from your nails, his thick dick covered in your slick and stretching you out. “nghh, so fucking good, don't ever wanna get out of this pretty pussy” he said as he thrusted even deeper, his hand moving from bunching up your panties to pressing down on the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you gasp and moan as you came hard on his cock, your back arching off the bed.

your orgasm triggered cheol's as he pulled out of you, ripping the condom off as he fisted his cock and came on your panties, panting heavily as he looked up to your flushed face, smirking and bringing one hand up to cup your jaw and give you the sweetest kiss ever.

dilf!seungcheol who wakes up the next morning right beside your peaceful sleeping face and he smiles, one hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he thinks to himself how lucky he is that his daughter's babysitter didn't end up being a creep.

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it wouldn't let me tag some of you but know that i love you all so much and i hope you enjoy this :( happy new year my lovelies 🫶🏻

[im-gemmy]

JUN ✯ 250107 Very Nice

[im-gemmy]

squidgame!wonwoo x reader

cw/tw: references to squid game, blood, guns, dark!wonwoo, lost!reader, angst, ambiguous ending a/n: squid game s2 has been living rent free in my head these past few weeks (yim siwan has reentered the serena residence as well) and i couldn't help but think... wonwoo frontman angst?

frontman!wonwoo feels immune to the gore and pain. He barely bats an eye now, watching the games run from his spot on the couch, observing through a large flat screen tv. It no longer feels real, as if he was just watching a movie. The sounds of those gunshots used to deafen both his heart and his ear, but now they’re strangely silent, missing his hearing altogether. 

frontman!wonwoo remembers how he used to cry over losing you, body shaking as he begged to the sky, his chest aching with love that had nowhere to go. A past long forgotten - until he’d wake up covered in sweat, his hands shaking, cupping an invisible face he could touch but not see. He barely remembers the reason he lost you - but he sees your face clearly. 

frontman!wonwoo, who never planned to have the job he had now. You had always praised him for being a hard worker, always able to climb his way to the top - even if he had to crawl to get there. It felt like a curse now, as he oversaw the games, a mask replacing his usual glasses. He wore contacts now - the feeling of your hands fixing his glasses that would always sit crooked against his face haunted him, even to this day. 

frontman!wonwoo, who justifies his actions by telling himself it’s not really his fault. It’s not like he’s physically killing those people, and they did give consent! He argues with the better half of himself that life was never especially kind to him, so why should he? In fact, life had been rather cruel - taking you from his reach and trapping him in this cold world. 

frontman!wonwoo scoffs at the people begging him to save their lives. After all, why should he? The question only infuriates him: he couldn’t even save the only person he’s ever loved in this life and they’re asking him to save them? Your disappearance and running the games had changed him - he knew, even if you did return, you’d never love this version of him. 

frontman!wonwoo brings in one of the triangle guards below him, prepared to scold them for going against the rules he had set - no communication with players, no matter the circumstance. He finds himself pausing, as he listens to their reasoning: something about the player being sick and needing the bathroom after hours, and for the first time in a long time, he feels his face relaxing. 

frontman!wonwoo doesn’t understand why he had let the guard off so easily. There was just something about the way they spoke, even covered under the heavy voice modulation, the tone and inflections tugged at his stomach and heartstrings. He found it odd and not at all like him. 

frontman!wonwoo, who slowly becomes entranced by the guard, watching their every move on footage, ignoring the games in front of him. His once calculated and orderly days crumble, leaving him grappling with the idea that just maybe, past!wonwoo was beginning to fight his way out again.

frontman!wonwoo, who starts ordering the guard in more often under the guise of ‘maintenance’ or ‘reprimands.’ He never speaks much, asking a few questions here and there - but instead he listens, ordering the guard to speak, to say anything, to tell him anything. He listens, wholly concentrated on their cadence, desperately trying to pinpoint where he’s heard it from. 

frontman!wonwoo, who hesitates to pull the trigger for the first time since he had first started working for the game. He stares at the young woman before him, her eyes quivering with tears, a brave expression on her face - staring death head-on. Lowering the gun, he gestures for her to run. Leave, he tells her quietly, a part of him still amazed at his own actions. 

frontman!wonwoo, who doubles down on the cruelty once he realizes he’s been slipping. As if he were trying to recondition himself, Wonwoo takes it upon himself to be twice as unforgiving, white hot anger directed solely at himself for letting his guard down. 

frontman!wonwoo, who looks at you with bewildered eyes as you take off your mask, dropping it to the floor as you stare down the barrel of his gun. You’ve had enough - unable to watch him destroy both himself and others, stepping in front of him with heartache coursing through your veins. His eyes widen subtly as he stares, mouth open, the muscles trying to remember how to speak your name. 

frontman!wonwoo, who calls out your name with a slight rasp, his throat closing up as he lowers the gun, arms falling uselessly to his sides. You look the same as the last day he saw you, staring at him with helpless eyes as you looked around, the piles of dead bodies staring back at you. 

At the end of the day, it was the stark contrast of seeing you surrounded by blood and death that jolted frontman!wonwoo out of his stupor. The sight was obscene, sinful (not in the good way) and just not right. His arms reached out to grab you as he neared, frantic eyes roaming across your features to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. 

frontman!wonwoo, who abandons his job and respobsiblites with your miraculous return. He doesn’t care about the target now on his back, happy to fight through fire and ice to keep you by his side - promising you the life he couldn’t give you before: normalcy. Wonwoo yearns for it, to regain the uneventful yet fulfilling life he had once shared with you, leaving the mess behind.