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[kittyhui]

IM BACK WITH MORE FOR YOU HORNY WOOZIDANS

YOU CANT SEE IT IN THE SECOND PIC BUT COCK ANGLE FOR OFFICAL ALBUM PICTURES…: IM ON MY KNEES

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

sorry ive been so bad with uploading, uni is kicking my ass LMAOOOO but im going to start writing some more since midterms are over! <3

will be finishing my anon requests first ☺️☺️

[kittyhui]

LIKE… THIS VIDEO

i wanna be size trained by him.. like he has to hold his cock when he jumps hes insane

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

MEOWWW ITS SO HEAVY

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

IM GOING TO ADD MORE FUEL TO THIS COCK INDUCED FIRE

FUCK!2@‘slsndlsmdld BIG BOY….

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

PhD is Dick Mathematics KWBKSNDKDD

sorry im going to stop speaking but everytime i hear “5 inches soft” i get butterflies NWLSDNDK UGH

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

HEHEHEHEJJDJD OWKAIS OKAY OKAY

the tags are so real

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

HELP OMG!/&/‘lasnsldn WHY IS IT SWINGING AROUND??/92!: DOES THAT NOT HURT THE DICK.

omg he’s huge tho omg i need it in my mouth

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

WHICH VIDEO PLEASE GIVE IT TO MEKEBDLDNKDFJFMFK

IS IT FROM THE NEW CONCERT???😭😭😭

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

[kittyhui]

OMGGGGG I HAVE SO MANY WIPS TIME TO HAVE ONE MORE

MASTER CHEF COMPETITION WOOZI AND READER …..

WAKE UP EVERYONE THE WORLD IS ON FIRE THE COUNTRY IS ON FIRE MY KITCHEN IS ON FIRE IM ON FIRE FIRE FIRE FIREEEEEEEE

Chef lee au be looking so tempting rn like can none of you make a chef!jihoon fic with a nice e2l plot, crispy smut a spicy angst and the shot of sweet fluff uuuufffffffffff ksnsvsuskalwgssmsisla it already sounds so tempting and I'm starving someone please feed me 🛐🛐🛐😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Tagging a few authors ik but anyone can tag other authors if they can cook this dish 🧍‍♀️

@hoshifighting @woozisguitar @woozivrse @wooziorgans @kittyhui @strawbzoozi @wifeyoozi @hannieehaee

[kittyhui]

OMG HJFKNJCNK I NEED HIM TO BE MEAN TO ME

LYLA

https://x.com/aludraexe/status/1845120324351951317?t=aB8NiLuW2HNoolbzIJWLrw&s=19

woozi + face slapping, the fact that i was just waiting for this request lmfao!!! slap me in the face woozi-ya!!! 🙏

warnings: smut, face-slapping (both receiving), penetrative sex, rough sex

jihoon always had a way of putting his hands to use, like he was born to make your body melt. he’d use those strong, long fingers to stretch you out, making sure you were ready for the size of him—he never liked rushing. he’d make you wait, teasing you with slow strokes, and you’d be squirming by the time he slid inside, whining for him to just go faster, go deeper. but nah, he was too good at keeping control, too good at making you beg for it.

and omg—hair pulling!!! every time he’d fist a handful, tilting your head back just so, you’d feel the pull all the way down to your pussy. you loved that. he loved it too. would smirk at the way your breath hitched when he did it, how you’d arch your back without even thinking, how you grow insanely wetter around his cock.

slapping your ass was his thing too. he’d do it at random, mid-thrust, like it was just a reflex or something. you’d never complain about it either, the sting of his palm paired with the pressure between your thighs had you moaning like a damn mess.

but there was this thing—this one thing—you’d been thinking about asking him for a while. it made your stomach twist a little ‘cause it felt kinda embarrassing, even though with the way he fucked you, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything anymore. but still, you’d kept it quiet, kept it locked up in the back of your mind.

until, one night, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. you knew that he drove you crazy enough to pull this from you one day. you couldn’t help it—you just blurted it out, voice shaky, barely loud enough for him to hear over the sound of your moaning.

“slap me,” you whispered.

he didn’t even miss a beat, hips still working like a machine, as he tilted his head, like a curious kitten. “where?” you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. you bit your lip, looking away for a second, the words caught in your throat, ‘cause this wasn’t something you just casually asked for.

he wasn’t having it though, wasn’t gonna let you off that easy. “where?” he asked again, sharper this time, thrusting faster, shallow, but enough to make your breath hitch, make your legs shake.

you knew what he was doing. he was making you say it, making you feel every inch of him until you couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“jihoon—“ you tried to keep steady, but your voice broke when he thrust deep this time, substituting the shallow and quick thrusts, rolling his hips, the pressure inside you reaching the g'spot, a spot that made you want to scream. it would always make you cum or... scream, or both.

“say it,” he growled, grip on your hip tightening, and you knew you couldn’t hold it back.

“my face,” you finally screamed, heat rushing to your cheeks, even though every part of you was already flushed from how hard he was fucking you.

you heard him chuckle, like it was something dumb, like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. his hand came up before you could even think about it, connecting with your cheek—stinging, but also so fucking hot.

“like that?” his voice was so cocky, so self-satisfied, but all you could do was nod, your mouth hanging open as another slap came, this one harder, and you felt yourself getting even wetter from it.

“fuck, ji!” you moaned, body shaking, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. he kept hitting that spot inside you with each thrust, his pace punishing now, his hand gripping your chin after each slap to make sure you were looking at him.

you couldn’t even form words at that point, just nodding, moaning, body trembling under him as he kept fucking you like he owned every single part of you.

“answer me,” he demanded, his hips slamming into yours with this ruthless rhythm, and you felt yourself spiraling, your orgasm building so fast you could merely keep up.

“yes—fuck, yes, jihoon,” you cried out, your voice cracking as your whole body tensed.

his hips are still rolling, those deep, slow thrusts that make you feel every inch of him, make your body quake every time he bottoms out. he was savoring the way your walls clenched around him, the way you’d whimper his name without meaning to. “can’t believe you wanted this,” he muttered, mocking. “you wanted me to slap you, hm? wanted me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are? why would you like this?” the words fell from his lips so easily, like he was saying the filthiest things and expecting you to break apart just from hearing him.

your mind was spinning, lost in the haze of it all, but somehow—somehow—you managed to catch enough breath to respond. or, at least, to show him exactly how much you wanted it, why would you like something like this. with a rise of boldness you didn’t even know you had, you lifted your trembling hand and slapped his face. the slap isn’t hard—not as hard as he slapped you—but it’s enough to make his head snap to the side, his dark eyes blinking in shock for a split second.

jihoon froze. his hips stilled inside you, deep, so deep it made your entire body shake. your legs jerked uncontrollably against his sides, your back arching off the bed as the pressure of him not moving—just staying buried inside you—made you sob.

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. he wasn’t moving. he just stayed like that, still, heavy inside you, his breath coming out in rough pants, like he couldn’t believe what you’d just done.

“you really slapped me,” he said, socked, but inside, he fucking loved it. his hand gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding back from losing control. “you’re really gonna act like you can handle more of this? ‘cause trust me—” he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “—you can’t.”

his words put up in the air, daring, taunting. but his hips stayed completely still, your body was shaking, trembling against his, desperate for him to move, to do something, but he wasn’t giving it to you.

your breath hitched, your back arching again, trying to shift against him, trying to get some kind of friction, but he wouldn’t let you. he wouldn’t fucking let you.

“what’s wrong?” he chuckled, that dark, teasing tone creeping back in. “thought you wanted this? thought you liked it when i fucked you hard, slapped you around a bit. now look at you, falling apart when i’m not even moving.” he paused, letting the silence stretch, feeling how tight you were around him. “pathetic.”

he rolled his hips, just barely, making your eyes roll back from how deep he still was. your walls clamped down on him immediately, body reacting without you even thinking, but he didn’t give you anything more.

“tell me why you wanted this,” he demanded, voice firm. “tell me why you wanted me to slap your pretty face, hm?”

you whimpered, legs trembling against his sides, your body practically begging for him to start moving again. but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you said it. you could tell by the way he stayed still, by the smug look on his face that made your stomach twist.

you mumbled it almost absentmindedly, like you were lost somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion. “i love it when you discount your stress on me.” it was quiet, but he heard you. jihoon paused for a second, then bit his lip, eyes narrowing slightly before he chuckled.

“baby,” he started, “if i ever really discounted my stress on you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.” his eyes, a merge of humor and threat, making you snort despite yourself.

you laughed, breathless and weak, your body trembling under him, and he laughed too. “nah, i’m serious,” he continued, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek, his gaze still locked on yours. “you laugh too much, you know that?”

you were still smiling when his hand came down on your face again, harsher this time, the sharp sting making your breath hitch.

smack!

his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyes focused on the way your cheek turned pink from the hit. he was still smiling, that same smug look on his face. you gasped when you felt your body respond, your pussy tightening around his cock squeezing him like a fucking vice, and he moaned, nearly losing himself right there as his cock slid just a little out of you with a slick squelch.

“fuck, i felt that,” he groaned. and then, without warning, his hand came down on your face again—another slap—this one harder, making your head jerk to the side.

your skin stung, your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut “look at me,” he commanded, grabbing your chin and turning your face back toward him. his fingers pressed into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and you could scarcely keep your eyes open. “you’re gonna be my good girl and take all of it, huh?”

you nodded weakly. “yes, ji…”

“fuckin’ right you are.” he didn’t waste a second after that. his hand slid down to your throat, wrapping around it slowly, squeezing just enough to make your breathing uneven. he started to rock his hips again. his cock slid in and out of you, so deep, each thrust making you choke on the air you were trying to pull in.

“s-so good, ji! shit—” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out, your voice strangled.

“nah, don’t talk,” he grunted, hips slamming into you harder, making the bed creak. his hand tightened around your throat, his thumb pressing just under your jaw, making your head spin. “just take it. take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

[kittyhui]

He said he will slap us in the face if we change our bias

Or

On our ass- idk but whatever he wants 🥰

I CANT BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SLAPPED THE AIR SSNDLFMFKFK

and the SMIRK oh god…

he knew what he was doing… he could slap both my face and my ass

[kittyhui]

If say one of your online friends on here (me, but I'm shy to say who I am hehehe) was to sell svt themed tshirts or other apparels or even bags or smthg like that, how much would you consider buying them for (in usd for convenience, at least above 14$ cuz that's average price of my retailer for materials without any personal profit). Ik some tshirts especially k-pop themed sell for high prices but I wanna sell a bit cheaper and more affordable to larger crowd so I am asking some of my online friends from different platforms. So I'd really appreciate your feedback 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and I'll definetly tell you about the shop once I start it!!

I feel like it depends on how it looks tbh! like if it was something unique and the design was made by the seller it could be worth like $20+ but if its just a photo or image just downloaded from the internet i dont find it worth more than like 14$.

private paradise .co on instagram is one of my favorites cuz their stuff is so unique!

[kittyhui]

i miss my hannie already ☹️☹️

5:05 am

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: Jeonghan x reader.

Warnings: clingy Hanni.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

"y/n, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Jeonghan yawned as he walked into the kitchen.

"I wasn't sleepy, so I was getting breakfast ready," you replied while chopping some vegetables on the kitchen counter.

A lazy Jeonghan approached you and rested his chin on your shoulder; he enjoyed doing that and watching what you were doing, it was a perfect excuse to spend time with you while you’re doing the household chores. However, this time he didn’t seem very interested in just watching your cooking skills.

"Let’s go to the bed," he said lazily, "I’ll grab something on the way to work."

"Just strawberry milk isn’t breakfast," you chuckled softly, not paying much attention, "I’m almost done, I just need to fry..."

"No," he interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I want you to come right now."

"Do you need some cuddles?" you whispered in his ear. Jeonghan didn’t say anything, just placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder and rested the side of his face against yours, gently caressing your cheek against his.

The moments of silence and everyday life were something you both enjoyed; just being in each other’s company felt like something you never wanted to part from. Jeonghan slid his hands under your pajamas to gently caress your belly; you always told him you didn’t like it, but he didn’t care, your skin was too soft and warm to resist. It brought him so much peace to feel you close.

However, it wasn’t the proper opportunity to do so…

"Jeonghan," you murmured, he made an unintelligible sound, " can I at least clean all this mess?"

"No," he held you tighter, pressing his chest against your back, "I’ll drag you if you don’t come right now."

"At least let me wash my hands so I don’t smell like onions..."

"Alright."

You waited a few seconds for him to let go, but he still clung to your body; you even thought he might fall asleep right there. You sighed as if accepting defeat.

"You're not going to let go of me, are you?"

Jeonghan laughed and hid his face in the nook of your neck.

"No."

[kittyhui]

That pretty waist only exists for me to mark him with my pretty hickeys 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

[kittyhui]

Vernon is the type of boyfriend who will always respect your personal space, but once you have free time, he will give you all of his attention. He will run to you whenever you need him, it doesn't matter if he's busy or the weather isn't exactly good, Vernon will always make time for you. Furthermore, he will buy comfort food when you're sad: No one will make his darling cry while he is on guard!