run2yew

[run2yew]

minors dni. cockwarming. consensual somno.

He runs warm.

His hands warm yours on days when you're at risk of losing feeling in your fingers, assisted occasionally by the soft press of his lips to your skin or a thawing breath from his lungs.

His thighs are soft and warm when he drapes one over you and tugs you against his chest on chilly nights.

His neck provides a safe haven for your stinging nose as you wait for the lights to let you cross the road on a dark winter evening.

He runs warm.

Then there are parts of him that are hot.

When you ask him very nicely—adding a few soft kisses between sweet pleas—he'll slip his hot cock inside you on the coldest nights. He'll heat you from the inside out like your favourite hot drink.

A warm, firm press of his palm to your stomach, warm lips on your neck, hot cock pulsing in your gut. Heat and warmth and—

"Still cold?" he mumbles into your neck, lips still wet from messy kisses.

An involuntary shiver races down your spine. You know he knows... just like he always does. It's not temperature induced.

"That feel nice?" he coos. "Hm? Nice and full?" He punctuates his soft spoken caress with a roll of his hips. "All warm, sweetheart?"

You fall asleep that way, hot and full with his solid chest pressed against you. Sometimes you wake up to his hips rolling into you again, a final flood of heat spilling from his twitching cock.

[run2yew]

# mean!beomgyu + exhibitionism

tw. mean dom gyu, make it fit, jealous possessive gyu, (semi?) public sex, nsfw + minors dni !! sorry i write sm mean gyu haha

don’t think you should pull that shit again, honey. the cold hood of his car against your fingers as beomgyu shoves you against the smooth metal, his fingers reaching beneath your skirt to grope your cute ass before exhaling a cloud of smoke, tossing his cigarette on the ground and crushing out the poison with the sole of his boot. what s-shit, gyu? fuck, you’re playing with him now, aren’t you? or maybe it’s your fucking innocence that irritates and arouses him, something about hearing shit from your lips makes him want to fuck you dumber now, repeating his words like that.

you know what i’m talking about, beomgyu hisses, the scent of cigarettes on his words as he grabs your cute face in his hand, cold rings rough against your soft skin as he scoffs, dumb as fuck, huh? why’re you m-mad? you mumble, it’s not like it was a big deal, all you did was maybe sit on yeonjun’s lap and accept his offer of a shot, beomgyu accepts drinks all the time. but maybe it’s because beomgyu’s just a hell of a lot more jealous, possessive, envious, whatever to call it, and you’re a bit fucking’ dumb to get it.

and maybe because you don’t see the shit his friends get up to, the way soobin blushes when he purposely compliments you when you wear tops that expose your cleavage, standing taller than you and peeking down whenever he’s around, or maybe the way taehyun purposely outstretches his leg so you’ll trip when passing by, a generous glimpse of your cute ass under your tiny skirt when you stumble, or kai blushing so much whenever you sit near him, not so subtly staring at your thighs and “accidentally” spilling a drink on your skirt so you’ll tug it up further to clean up the mess and say so sweetly its okay, or maybe fucking yeonjun who gets on his goddamn nerves whenever he slaps his thigh for you to sit even though beomgyu’s already claimed you, hand resting on your thigh as he smirks and offers you a drink because you get tipsy quickly, whatever the fuck they’re up to makes him seethe with anger.

g-gyu, n-not out here! you whine as he shoves you against the cold hood of his car, in the parking lot of his apartment. maybe his fucking friends could look out the window and see them fucking his girl the way he’s allowed to, maybe that perv that lives the floor upstairs would stop staring in the elevator if he fucking saw who you’re belonging to. a brat like you doesn’t deserve it elsewhere, honey, beomgyu smirks, the sweet pet name added to such a vulgar intention. his fingers finding your skirt and flipping up the useless fabric as he grabs a fistful of your panties, yanking down the thin fabric as you whimper st the cold air, the exposure, fearfully blinking around because what if someone’s w-watching!

then they’re watching, what, now you’re acting like you’re not a slut? beomgyu hisses, his voice gravelly and husky with the jealousy he’s tried to suppress, but fuck, sometimes he has to fuck the dumb out of you, huh? ah– w-wait, ‘m not ready! you whimper as beomgyu slaps your pussy hard, before pushing your face against the car, cute ass exposed in front of him. such a bad liar, you’re fucking dripping, the condescending tone sending heat rushing to your face because he’s not wrong, ‘s a little different when you’re about to get railed where anyone can see—! g-gyu, it hurts—! you sob, tears welling up quickly as the tip of his hard cock pushes into your folds, met with resistance. the sound of beomgyu spitting into his hand, rubbing his cock with the saliva, biting his lip hard as you whine, ‘s too big–!

shit, so fucking tight, beomgyu groans, a mess of his long hair across his vision as blood draws on his lip, wet hand reaching over and gripping your hip hard, needs force to fit. god, you’re fucking tight, tighter when you’re nervous and clenching down on his cock as he slowly pushes in, tip buried in your cunt as you cry out, hurts but it feels so good to have beomgyu make you take it, make himself fit because he’s big, bigger than you can take. and when he forces it, it feels so fucking good, like a drug to his inhibitions, lewd squelch of your juices sucking him in, so hard just because you’re tight and never seem to fit him right quite yet.

ah, fuck, beomgyu pants, his voice laced with lust, dark eyes so predatory in the dark as the sounds of the outdoors mix with your noises, bet anyone could see him fucking his girl now, couldn’t they? and his hand pushing up your leg to angle deeper, hard, rough thrusts as you cling to the smooth metal, tears warm on your face and your cheek pressed to his car, crying his name, begging for more when it hurts, doesn’t it feel good to be fucked n used like a doll by him? lewd, filthy swears breathed out with ever grunt and groan, beomgyu’s husky voice raspy with desire, his slut, his girl, you’re all his to use.

and god, when beomgyu’s used n abused your cunt, edged you like it’s nothing, his bites stinging along your shoulders and neck, his spit cooling on your sore hickeys, only then does he let you cum on his cock, your whines and moans barely muffled as you bite down on your wrist as if you haven’t been fucked loud enough to give everyone a show, dumbed out when he fills you up with creamy cum, pulling out sloppily to jerk himself off over your cute ass as his seed seeps down your thighs in a sticky, drooling mess.

shit, so fucking perfect like this, beomgyu mutters, his hand gripping your ass to spread your cheeks, wanting to see his cum leak out over your legs, the legs his fucking losers of friends stare at all the goddamn time. and shoving the ripped remains of your panties into his pocket, cold air leaving a slight flush on his skin as he slaps your thigh,,,

now, honey, go back in there and try to fucking flirt with them again.

[run2yew]

say please — han

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, minor dom/sub dynamics, smut!🔞

warnings: swearing, minor dom/sub dynamics, both are switches, spitting, like a lot of spitting, squirting, fingering, mess!!, use of “gross”, “disgusting”, “messy” but in a sexy way, ji calls reader mommy, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, undisclosed use/disuse of protection, enjoy <3

inspo: ji’s insta post <3

notes: a gift for my baby juni @hyunsvngs i hope you like it it’s your fault either way <3

{ wc: 1780 }

“what?” jisung turns to you after you whine loudly at him.

you’re both lazing around in bed, have been since you arrived back home after going out for lunch. it’s getting warmer now but you’re still in sweats and one of ji’s hoodies. you don’t mean to match each other but jisung has a lot of grays in his closet, and so you end up in the same colour scheme.

“can you stop texting and give me attention?” you pout.

jisung quickly puts his phone away and turns his body fully towards you.

“you were watching tiktoks,” he pouts back.

“i’m bored of them now,” you shrug, caging his hips between your legs as you roll on top of him.

“and what do you wanna do now?” he pushes your hair away from you, gravity doing its job by letting all of it fall on jisung’s face. he splutters around dramatically before neatly tucking it behind your ears.

“annoy you,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“that’s not annoying,” he smiles softly. the movement causes his cheeks to bunch up, allowing you to take a bite from his flesh with a giggle.

“ow!” he yells, trying to push you off him.

he can’t, as you’ve trapped him underneath your thighs, and all he can do is kick around the bed while you keep biting around his cheeks.

“you can’t keep eating me,” he whines loudly, pushing at your shoulders.

you move back slightly, smirking at your boyfriend.

“what?” he gaps at you.

“you’re hard,” you point out.

“yes, what else is new?” he scoffs at you, running his hands up and down your thighs slowly.

“was it the biting?” you chuckle.

“no,” he looks away, “i didn’t know you were so strong.”

you knit your brows at his confession, cocking your head to the side slowly.

“what?”

“you can hold me down pretty well,” he pointed out, “didn’t realise.”

“alright,” you say, because you aren’t sure what else you should say.

“can i eat you out now?” he pouts, eager, as if that was the next obvious thing to say in that moment in time.

it wasn’t, so you start laughing loudly.

“it’s not funny!” he defends, “i need your lips on mine.”

you lean down to kiss him softly.

“not those lips,” he mumbles against the kiss, before sinking his hand in your hair as he deepens it.

you kiss him slowly, despite his efforts to turn the kiss messy you don’t let him—controlling the pace subtly, but jisung scums to it anyway.

when you’re both out of air you pull away slowly, jisung’s heavy breaths against your skin.

“want my pussy?” you ask, breathless.

“yeah,” he nods, eyes shiny, “yes.”

“not like that,” you click your tongue, “be good.”

“i-i am! you know how good i can make you feel,” he urges.

“i do know,” you smile at him, “i also know you have manners.”

“come on,” he pouts at you, eyes so so big in front of you.

you quickly get off him, pulling off your clothes in a hurry before you spread your legs in front of him.

“oh, fuck,” he blushes, “fuck it’s so pretty. pussy so so pretty,”

he grabs your thighs, pulling you towards him in one quick motion.

your boyfriend is so soft and sweet you can often forget how strong his arms are and the force he’s able to use on you if he wanted.

“ji, shirt off,” you tell him, and he quickly peels off his layers.

now you can see his arms, look at them as much as you’d like. it makes your mouth water. you start wondering how it would feel to bite his arms instead of his cheek, and when jisung sees you aren’t looking at him he starts whining again.

“attention,” he lets out in a whine.

you chuckle at him softly before locking eyes.

“can i now?” his face is a few inches away from your pussy, so close you can feel little puffs of air on your wetness every time he breathes.

you want to push his head right into your cunt but you don’t. instead, you just shake your head.

“spit,” you tell him, your fingers carding through his long hair.

jisung quickly does as he’s told, like he always does, and gathers spit on his tongue. he lets it fall down, maintaining eye contact, and his spit slowly starts running down your folds.

you can’t help whimpering at the feeling.

“more, more,” you ask, raising your hips to meet his spit halfway.

jisung lets more and more of it fall, a few times landing directly on your clit and you keen loudly at the feeling. “make it messy, ji, fuck.”

jisung can’t wait any longer, and he surges forward to wrap his lips around your pussy—but you stop him.

“you didn’t say please,” you tsk, “so you aren’t getting any.”

jisung’s eyes widen in realisation and he quickly opens his mouth to start begging. you fucking love it when he begs, but this time, it won’t help him. so you grab his wrist and sink his fingers in his own mouth before he can start begging and change your mind.

the sound gets caught in his throat, so does his moan.

“give me your fingers, ji,” you say, slowly moving his fingers in and out of his mouth with the grip you have on his wrist, “fuck me with your fingers.”

jisung nods eagerly.

you let his fingers slide out of his mouth with a small pop, and he wastes no time before rubbing his fingers all over your folds, spreading the spit around everywhere.

“messy,” he says, a little dazed.

he slowly sinks his finger in, and noticing there’s little resistance thanks to his dick stretching you out this morning, he quickly sinks in another one.

you let out a loud moan at the fullness.

“wanna taste you,” he whines, a louder one coming out when all you do is shake your head.

“fingers, need them,” you moan out, as he pushes in deep and fast. he adds a third finger, the stretch now deeper and so so sweet as your wetness helps him easily glide his fingers in and out.

you let him spit on your cunt again, a high pitch moan leaving you at the contact.

“tits, tits,” you don’t even know what you’re saying, “make my tits messy, too.”

jisung quickly moves up the bed, continuing the fast pace of his fingers before he sticks out his tongue above your tits.

they bounce softly from the impact of him finger fucking you, and he tries his hardest to aim the string of spit towards your nipple. it doesn’t work, so instead he rubs the spit around, smearing it around your nipple as you moan loudly from the added stimulation.

“fuck it’s so gross,” you whine, “so dirty.”

“so fucking gross,” he agrees, this time spitting harshly on your other nipple. the wet contact and his words cause you to start clenching around his fingers. “so messy, you like it so messy it’s disgusting.”

“make a mess, please, baby,” you moan.

“mommy loves it gross,” jisung pouts at you, and you feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten.

“ji, ji, i’m so fucking close,” you grab his hair, pushing him back between your legs.

his eyes zero in on your cunt, the loud wet noises and your moans filling the room as jisung starts to whine again. “please, let me taste.”

“fuck, fuck, i’m so close, fuck,” you chant, “ji!”

jisung somehow manages to fit in another finger, sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.

“ji, ji, ji, ji,” you babble out incoherently.

“mommy, i’m doing everything, please let me taste,” he begs.

“stick your tongue out, baby,” he quickly does so, his eyes wide and looking up at you as his tongue sticks out millimetres away from your soaking pussy, “fuckfuck, i’m gonna squ—“

and before you can say anything, your stomach tightens and your thighs starts shaking and your clit pulses as a gush of water squirts out as your orgasm takes over your body.

you can’t let yourself look away even as the pleasure takes over you because jisung is doing his best to catch all of it on his tongue, his face covered in your release.

your thighs are covered in it and so is your stomach and everything is wet around you and your walls are pulsing tightly around four of jisung’s fingers but before you can notice any of that jisung wraps his lips around your clit harshly as he pushes his fingers as deep as they can go and flicks them hard against your walls.

you cry out from the overstimulation and the way his fingers brush against your sensitive spot but jisung doesn’t stop, only pulls away for a moment to say, “fuck, i need you to do that again.”

so you let him keep going, the pleasure taking over your whole body as your thighs close around his head and you scream.

“ji, it’s too much, holy fuck—“

he hums against your clit and it sends you over the edge again, but for whatever reason you don’t squirt this time.

still, your orgasm takes over your body for at least forty seconds.

once you recover you open your eyes to see jisung taking off his boxers—that are soaked through his own release.

“i’m fucking the shit out of you, you don’t even get it,” he says urgently, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach.

you’re leaning on the wetness now, the covers soaked in your release and jisung’s spit and before you can complain jisung grabs your hair and sinks his dick inside you. the stretch feels so fucking good, your walls looser but still not enough to accommodate comfortably for jisung’s girth. and the sensitivity of two orgasms so close together means you’re already clenching around him.

“everything is wet, ji,” you complain, and jisung pinches your nipples in response. hard.

you moan loudly and he says, “mommy likes the mess, huh? so i’m gonna push your face into the mattress you squirted on and you’re gonna thank me.”

he pushes your face into the mattress, and it smells like cum and spit and a little bit like sweat and when you don’t say anything he thrusts into you.

“thank you, ji,” you whimper out, “now fuck my brains out.”

“say please?” he chuckles, before grabbing your hips tightly and drilling into you.

[run2yew]

I might be back :)) I needed a break but now I'm so excited to catch up on what I've missed omggg

[run2yew]

fucking hell i miss julie and the phantoms

[run2yew]

I love ao3 author notes because yes please update me on your pregnancy before crushing my soul with your beautiful writing. Please tell me about how you got hit by a bus but all is well and you're writing this from a hospital bed. Please tell me about your morning mishap involving your cat and several plants. I love the context and richness it gives to the fic, I love knowing snippets about the person behind the story

[run2yew]

lmao I love how there's 100000 fics about 5-star Chan, we're all going feral for this man (as we should)

[run2yew]

Dress.

Paring: Lee Minho (w a little hint of Han Jisung ;)) x Fem Reader

Genre: Romance, smut (minors DNI), established relationship

Word count: 1.9k

Writer's note: Happy Easter everyone <3, here's a little treat from me, to you :)

Warnings (contains spoilers): cursing, fingering (fem receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, tiny bit of degradation, dirty talk, dom Minho, mentions of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Summary: "Poor baby." He pouts, "Let me take care of you... No one will notice." He whispers again, landing a contradictory and innocent kiss on your cheek.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe no one will notice.

✵

"I really like this dress." Minho says, eyes focused on the road while his hands skillfully handled the steering wheel.

"Thank you bunny," You chuckle, "I like it too." You pull out your phone, propping it in front of you and taking your lip gloss from your purse to add one additional coat.

You were a bit hesitant when Minho asked you to come to dinner with his friends. You didn't want to bother or come in between them but he reassured you there'd be other people, straight up using the fact that Changbin and Seungmin were going to bring their girlfriends as a reason for you to go. He also said he wanted to show you off to everyone, looking at you with those pretty droopy eyes, begging in a way that you couldn't say no to, so you ended up giving in.

It's been a while since you've seen Minho this excited, he even bought the most beautiful red dress for you to wear, one he's been making remarks about all night - and the night has barely started.

You don't blame him though, it was tight, low cut, a bit more revealing than you would usually went for but that didn't stop you from loving it just as much as he did. The fabric hugged you in all the right places and the color complemented you really well, matching your favorite black heels and your wine colored lipstick perfectly.

You looked good. And you felt good too.

But Minho…Minho looked out of this world.

With the dress shirt that enhanced his muscles, some black pants that were a bit tighter than they should be and his hair parted in the middle just how you liked it. The rings that sat on his fingers emphasizing his hands and making one of your favorite parts about him more prominent, and the tie…you could just pull on it and dive into a kiss right now.

"I'm excited to meet your friends." You say, forcing the previous thoughts out of your head.

"Don't be too excited. They're idiots."

"So are you and I love you, chances are I'll love them too." You shrug.

"As long as you don't love them more than you love me, we're fine."

"No promises." You chuckle, going back to the lipgloss in your hand.

•

The dinner's going great. The boys are funny, their girlfriends are also pretty fun to be around and you find yourself more easy going than you thought you'd be. One moment you're nearly hiding behind Minho and the other you're laughing your ass off with Seungmin's countless jokes about Chan's age (you find it funny how he doesn't make any jokes about Minho, that's practically the same age.).

Now you've learned why Minho calls them idiots, they certainly are a little weird, but weird people have a special place in your heart, that's why you're with Minho in the first place. Most of you are done eating by now, so the table is filled with chatter and laughter; things feel comfortable, light and fun, and the atmosphere is also really good.

It's only when you feel Minho's hand on your knee that you freeze, coughing in order to stop the gasp from the coldness of his touch come out of you.

He can't possibly start this here.

"You okay?." Hyujin, that's sitting on your left side, asks.

"Yeah, I just need some water." You lie, bringing the cup on the table to your lips.

Minho mischievously chuckles and you curse under your breath as you feel his hand drift upwards in the most ungodly slow speed you could possibly feel.

You scoot closer to him, "Are you fucking insane?." You whisper, praying that no one is paying too much attention to the two of you and thanking whoever had the idea to put you at the end of the table.

Minho tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before coming dangerously close and whispering back "I can't control myself when you're looking like this"

"Minho, we're in front of everyone, I'm not doing this." Is what you say, but you're not sure if you actually mean it, because the heat that fills you from the inside out and the uncomfortable feeling inside your panties is definitely saying otherwise.

Minho decides to not take it any further as he softly strokes your thigh, still, every time he notices you take your mind off the action, his hand drifts further.

You have no idea what's gotten into him, he's not the PDA type, let alone this, having you like this, in the middle of a restaurant, sitting on a table with all these people around…these people that he cares about…

Shit.

It turns you on.

Minho lays his head on your shoulder and turns his face to meet yours, to the ones watching from afar it probably seems like a loving gesture from a sweet boyfriend. You, on the other hand, can't believe the words he's saying.

"You look like a fucking dream in this dress, but I still wanna rip it off your body and bend you over this table right now. Fuck you raw for everyone to see."

It's only loud enough for you to hear, but you still slap his leg for such bold words in public, face heating up and panties sticking to your core. If it was just the two of you you'd probably moan at the words, the motherfucker knows how much dirty talk riles you up.

What the fuck has gotten into this man today?.

Your eyes search for anyone that noticed but apparently, no one did, everyone seems too immersed in their own conversation and having their own good time.

You squeeze your legs shut for some friction.

"Poor baby." He pouts. "Let me take care of you... No one will notice." He whispers again, giving a contradictory and innocent kiss on your cheek.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe no one will notice.

So you don't answer him, you take the hand from your thigh and carefully move to your middle. Minho cups it nearly instantly and bites down a smirk when he gives it a few experimental rubs and feels how much you're aching for him already.

"Such a naughty girl, huh? This wet already?."

You don't answer, in fact you can't answer, because Hyujin pulls you into a conversation with him and Felix about some random game they play with Minho at the exact same time. You abruptly turn, nodding to whatever they're saying.

To say you're listening would be an overstatement, the words going into one ear and out the other as Minho tugs on your underwear and pulls it down to your knees, all while answering the two younger boys by your side.

You feel overwhelmed, tense, and scared, but when touches you right where you want him, is like electricity curses through you and you forget everything around you, as if is only you and him and the building pleasure he's gifting you with.

Why is this so fucking good?.

"You there?." Hyujin asks, laughing when you don't answer, probably thinking you spaced out.

"M-mhm…sorry."

"Just spacing out, don't worry, it happens sometimes." Minho answers for you, so serene and composed you'd almost believe he's doing nothing if he didn't choose the exact moment to push not one but two fingers inside of you at the same time.

You face Minho, biting on your lip so hard it feels like I'd draw blood, and you have to actively make an effort to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. He innocently smiles like a dick winking as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and then scissoring you open. It's your time to lay your head on his shoulder, fighting the urge to bite on his shirt to keep quiet.

"F-fuck, s-so good, I l-love it." You admit, managing to half whisper half moan in his ear. He groans quietly, possibly just as worked up as you are.

You never thought this could turn you on as much as it is, but the scenery along to Minho's fingers and his - really hot - acting clueless skills seems to be doing wonders to your core, you can feel yourself dripping down own your thigh.

"My dirty little slut, like my fingers inside you in public yeah?."

Yes, yes you do.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod.

But you need more.

You can't have more though, you can't because the people around you might listen, you can't because when you move your head from Minho's shoulder, afraid people might see something, you're met with Jisung's big brown eyes staring right back at you.

Holy shit.

He immediately moves his eyes away from yours, his ears quickly turning red and his expression failing on hiding whatever he was trying to hide.

Fuck, fuck.

He definitely saw it

"M-Minho…fuck." You try to warn, but at this point Minho's is finger fucking you furiously - although slower then you'd want, probably scared someone will hear the wet sounds. - his fingers tastily drag against your walls, showering you in bliss, making you pull the acting skills you didn't know you had out of nowhere.

He does it smiling too, chatting along with a very clueless Chan that looks super enthusiastic about a topic you can't quite place. In fact, you can't quite place anything anymore, you feel dizzy, head spinning, licking your lips and curling your toes in pleasure. Minho apparently thinks it's a great time to work you open- probably for him later. - and pushes an extra finger that hurts so good it has you on the edge, you dig your nails on the skin of his forearm so harshly you're surprised with how he shows no signs of pain.

You're close, dangerously close.

So you take a deep breath and look in front of you to maybe ground yourself, to not fully let go.

Except your eyes meet Jisung's again.

But now, they're shining.

Not the usual shine you're used to, the little stars that even Minho admitted he had.

They're glistening, as if they're covered in…

Lust?

Holy fucking shit.

This time he doesn't take his eyes off you, even when they lock with yours he just quietly watches, licking his lips when your mouth falls agape for a split second, right when Minho curls his fingers just right, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had you coming in seconds.

You don't notice Minho's head falling against yours when you cum, hyperaware of the way Jisung's gaze is piercing through you, giving you shivers on top of the insane wave of pleasure that hits you like a truck.

It's so good, everything just feels too good, and all you want to do is scream, you want to moan Minho's name, you want to cry out the most sinful things that could ever be said.

All while looking into Jisung's eyes.

That's when you notice Jisung's mouth fall slightly agape too, and his head falls on the table for a minute or two.

Was he-

No.

You're imagining it.

"Such a good girl, what are you thinking about?" Minho whispers to you again, giving you another peck on the cheek. But you don't listen.

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick." That you hear Jisung tell Seungmin, before rushing off the table.

Oh my fucking God.

You weren't imagining.

Holy shit, holy shit.

How are you going to tell Minho this?

•

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[run2yew]

Dress.

Paring: Lee Minho (w a little hint of Han Jisung ;)) x Fem Reader

Genre: Romance, smut (minors DNI), established relationship

Word count: 1.9k

Writer's note: Happy Easter everyone <3, here's a little treat from me, to you :)

Warnings (contains spoilers): cursing, fingering (fem receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, tiny bit of degradation, dirty talk, dom Minho, mentions of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Summary: "Poor baby." He pouts, "Let me take care of you... No one will notice." He whispers again, landing a contradictory and innocent kiss on your cheek.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe no one will notice.

✵

"I really like this dress." Minho says, eyes focused on the road while his hands skillfully handled the steering wheel.

"Thank you bunny," You chuckle, "I like it too." You pull out your phone, propping it in front of you and taking your lip gloss from your purse to add one additional coat.

You were a bit hesitant when Minho asked you to come to dinner with his friends. You didn't want to bother or come in between them but he reassured you there'd be other people, straight up using the fact that Changbin and Seungmin were going to bring their girlfriends as a reason for you to go. He also said he wanted to show you off to everyone, looking at you with those pretty droopy eyes, begging in a way that you couldn't say no to, so you ended up giving in.

It's been a while since you've seen Minho this excited, he even bought the most beautiful red dress for you to wear, one he's been making remarks about all night - and the night has barely started.

You don't blame him though, it was tight, low cut, a bit more revealing than you would usually went for but that didn't stop you from loving it just as much as he did. The fabric hugged you in all the right places and the color complemented you really well, matching your favorite black heels and your wine colored lipstick perfectly.

You looked good. And you felt good too.

But Minho…Minho looked out of this world.

With the dress shirt that enhanced his muscles, some black pants that were a bit tighter than they should be and his hair parted in the middle just how you liked it. The rings that sat on his fingers emphasizing his hands and making one of your favorite parts about him more prominent, and the tie…you could just pull on it and dive into a kiss right now.

"I'm excited to meet your friends." You say, forcing the previous thoughts out of your head.

"Don't be too excited. They're idiots."

"So are you and I love you, chances are I'll love them too." You shrug.

"As long as you don't love them more than you love me, we're fine."

"No promises." You chuckle, going back to the lipgloss in your hand.

•

The dinner's going great. The boys are funny, their girlfriends are also pretty fun to be around and you find yourself more easy going than you thought you'd be. One moment you're nearly hiding behind Minho and the other you're laughing your ass off with Seungmin's countless jokes about Chan's age (you find it funny how he doesn't make any jokes about Minho, that's practically the same age.).

Now you've learned why Minho calls them idiots, they certainly are a little weird, but weird people have a special place in your heart, that's why you're with Minho in the first place. Most of you are done eating by now, so the table is filled with chatter and laughter; things feel comfortable, light and fun, and the atmosphere is also really good.

It's only when you feel Minho's hand on your knee that you freeze, coughing in order to stop the gasp from the coldness of his touch come out of you.

He can't possibly start this here.

"You okay?." Hyujin, that's sitting on your left side, asks.

"Yeah, I just need some water." You lie, bringing the cup on the table to your lips.

Minho mischievously chuckles and you curse under your breath as you feel his hand drift upwards in the most ungodly slow speed you could possibly feel.

You scoot closer to him, "Are you fucking insane?." You whisper, praying that no one is paying too much attention to the two of you and thanking whoever had the idea to put you at the end of the table.

Minho tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before coming dangerously close and whispering back "I can't control myself when you're looking like this"

"Minho, we're in front of everyone, I'm not doing this." Is what you say, but you're not sure if you actually mean it, because the heat that fills you from the inside out and the uncomfortable feeling inside your panties is definitely saying otherwise.

Minho decides to not take it any further as he softly strokes your thigh, still, every time he notices you take your mind off the action, his hand drifts further.

You have no idea what's gotten into him, he's not the PDA type, let alone this, having you like this, in the middle of a restaurant, sitting on a table with all these people around…these people that he cares about…

Shit.

It turns you on.

Minho lays his head on your shoulder and turns his face to meet yours, to the ones watching from afar it probably seems like a loving gesture from a sweet boyfriend. You, on the other hand, can't believe the words he's saying.

"You look like a fucking dream in this dress, but I still wanna rip it off your body and bend you over this table right now. Fuck you raw for everyone to see."

It's only loud enough for you to hear, but you still slap his leg for such bold words in public, face heating up and panties sticking to your core. If it was just the two of you you'd probably moan at the words, the motherfucker knows how much dirty talk riles you up.

What the fuck has gotten into this man today?.

Your eyes search for anyone that noticed but apparently, no one did, everyone seems too immersed in their own conversation and having their own good time.

You squeeze your legs shut for some friction.

"Poor baby." He pouts. "Let me take care of you... No one will notice." He whispers again, giving a contradictory and innocent kiss on your cheek.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe no one will notice.

So you don't answer him, you take the hand from your thigh and carefully move to your middle. Minho cups it nearly instantly and bites down a smirk when he gives it a few experimental rubs and feels how much you're aching for him already.

"Such a naughty girl, huh? This wet already?."

You don't answer, in fact you can't answer, because Hyujin pulls you into a conversation with him and Felix about some random game they play with Minho at the exact same time. You abruptly turn, nodding to whatever they're saying.

To say you're listening would be an overstatement, the words going into one ear and out the other as Minho tugs on your underwear and pulls it down to your knees, all while answering the two younger boys by your side.

You feel overwhelmed, tense, and scared, but when touches you right where you want him, is like electricity curses through you and you forget everything around you, as if is only you and him and the building pleasure he's gifting you with.

Why is this so fucking good?.

"You there?." Hyujin asks, laughing when you don't answer, probably thinking you spaced out.

"M-mhm…sorry."

"Just spacing out, don't worry, it happens sometimes." Minho answers for you, so serene and composed you'd almost believe he's doing nothing if he didn't choose the exact moment to push not one but two fingers inside of you at the same time.

You face Minho, biting on your lip so hard it feels like I'd draw blood, and you have to actively make an effort to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. He innocently smiles like a dick winking as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and then scissoring you open. It's your time to lay your head on his shoulder, fighting the urge to bite on his shirt to keep quiet.

"F-fuck, s-so good, I l-love it." You admit, managing to half whisper half moan in his ear. He groans quietly, possibly just as worked up as you are.

You never thought this could turn you on as much as it is, but the scenery along to Minho's fingers and his - really hot - acting clueless skills seems to be doing wonders to your core, you can feel yourself dripping down own your thigh.

"My dirty little slut, like my fingers inside you in public yeah?."

Yes, yes you do.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod.

But you need more.

You can't have more though, you can't because the people around you might listen, you can't because when you move your head from Minho's shoulder, afraid people might see something, you're met with Jisung's big brown eyes staring right back at you.

Holy shit.

He immediately moves his eyes away from yours, his ears quickly turning red and his expression failing on hiding whatever he was trying to hide.

Fuck, fuck.

He definitely saw it

"M-Minho…fuck." You try to warn, but at this point Minho's is finger fucking you furiously - although slower then you'd want, probably scared someone will hear the wet sounds. - his fingers tastily drag against your walls, showering you in bliss, making you pull the acting skills you didn't know you had out of nowhere.

He does it smiling too, chatting along with a very clueless Chan that looks super enthusiastic about a topic you can't quite place. In fact, you can't quite place anything anymore, you feel dizzy, head spinning, licking your lips and curling your toes in pleasure. Minho apparently thinks it's a great time to work you open- probably for him later. - and pushes an extra finger that hurts so good it has you on the edge, you dig your nails on the skin of his forearm so harshly you're surprised with how he shows no signs of pain.

You're close, dangerously close.

So you take a deep breath and look in front of you to maybe ground yourself, to not fully let go.

Except your eyes meet Jisung's again.

But now, they're shining.

Not the usual shine you're used to, the little stars that even Minho admitted he had.

They're glistening, as if they're covered in…

Lust?

Holy fucking shit.

This time he doesn't take his eyes off you, even when they lock with yours he just quietly watches, licking his lips when your mouth falls agape for a split second, right when Minho curls his fingers just right, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had you coming in seconds.

You don't notice Minho's head falling against yours when you cum, hyperaware of the way Jisung's gaze is piercing through you, giving you shivers on top of the insane wave of pleasure that hits you like a truck.

It's so good, everything just feels too good, and all you want to do is scream, you want to moan Minho's name, you want to cry out the most sinful things that could ever be said.

All while looking into Jisung's eyes.

That's when you notice Jisung's mouth fall slightly agape too, and his head falls on the table for a minute or two.

Was he-

No.

You're imagining it.

"Such a good girl, what are you thinking about?" Minho whispers to you again, giving you another peck on the cheek. But you don't listen.

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick." That you hear Jisung tell Seungmin, before rushing off the table.

Oh my fucking God.

You weren't imagining.

Holy shit, holy shit.

How are you going to tell Minho this?

•

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Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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[run2yew]

I miss reading :(( i miss writing :((

#why is college such a bitch #theres SO MUCH to read...I might skip school tomorrow

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BETWEEN

PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

do not repost to other sites, including translations.

It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

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[run2yew]

Came up with a great story idea. Can’t wait for my brain to make it so intricate in my head yet impossible to write out.

[run2yew]

those korean exols who anti chen cause he’s married are the biggest losers i’ve ever seen my god

[run2yew]

everytime I don't feel like working out I think 'you know what? Changbin WOULD go' so I go anyway and always end up feeling better lol

[run2yew]

the way fanfiction is posted on this site and others may give people the impression that because it's free, it's free to use. it isn't. i'm deciding to share it with you for free. just because i've made the choice to do that doesn't mean i'm GIVING it to you. i own it. i'm letting you read it, but i own it. you don't have the right to do anything with it at all without asking me for permission first. it's my property, my intellectual property. do not repost, translate, or do anything with my writing or any other person's writing without them giving you explicit permission.

[run2yew]

— down bad (so so bad) ⟢

it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not. 

★ FEATURING; seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL)

★ WORD COUNT; 5.7k words 

★ TAGS; friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff,  smut

★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; if u see me reposting this for the third time, no you didn't!!!!! JDKFGDJFKGGH i'm so sorry i should be working on one last enemies 2 lovers request, but the influx of kkuma content in seventeen street got the better of me,,

★ SMUT TAGS; getting caught, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!seungcheol, praise kink, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty thing, princess), reader is touch-starved AF

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★ SEUNGCHEOL TAGLIST; @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx - @noveniadelia

You spend a lot of time convincing yourself it’s not a big deal.

Because it most definitely isn’t. You live in a part of the city where there just happens to be a lot of idol and celebrity residences nearby, and ever since you’ve established yourself as a pretty decent pet-sitter, they’ve been enlisting your services much more than you initially expected.

But for some reason, every time the leader of that boy group whose dorm is right across the street comes to you with the most spoiled baby princess in his arms, it suddenly becomes a big deal. A huge, ginormous, larger-than-life—

“Hey.” Seungcheol grins, already dressed for today’s schedule from the looks of it. “I heard Sehun-hyung dropped off his dog yesterday, but we kinda have to squeeze in a last-minute shoot this afternoon, so…”

As if privy to the mention of his name, Sehun’s dog—a Bichon named Vivi—barks from your living room. He takes a peek behind the entryway to curiously peer at who’s at the door, but doesn’t make any moves to come out altogether. His presence makes Seungcheol’s dog, Kkuma shrink into her owner’s arms, almost whining. 

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that. You’ve played with Vivi before, right?” Seungcheol coos and you have to stifle a laugh at how he adjusts the pretty bow on her head before turning back to you. “So, uh, is it alright to double book you? I’ll be back for her tonight. Promise.”

Normally, you would’ve refused. Though you work from home, you don't want your attention spread too thin when you’re looking after a client’s pet. This is one of the main reasons why you mostly just pet-sit one at a time, but it’s as if the universe is intent on using your silly attraction to Choi Seungcheol against you—your usual terms and conditions be damned.

“Yeah, I think Sehun’s picking up Vivi later this afternoon, so it’s no big deal,” you reassure him before petting Kkuma affectionately. “You wanna go on a walk with Vivi later, Kkuma?”

Seungcheol told you once that his precious daughter is extremely picky about who gets to pet her and who should maintain a one-meter distance at all times. So when Kkuma has obviously taken a liking to you right off the bat, he knew she was in safe hands. Not to mention the assortment of positive reviews he’s heard about you from other idol friends in passing—he’d be an idiot not to ask for your help when you literally live right across the street. 

Lucky him that you’ll do anything for him if it meant you could have the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol right at your doorstep—flashing you that adorable, dimpled smile before he drops off or picks up his only child from your care.

Not like he has to know any of that, of course. 

“Oh, thank you so much,” Seungcheol groans with relief, shifting Kkuma into your arms before patting her head reassuringly. “My dad was supposed to pick her up from the dorms today, but something came up at home and he couldn’t make the trip. I owe you big time.” 

You chuckle at his gratefulness all while your heart swells as Kkuma nuzzles your chest. What an adorable little thing. “You know my bank account, Seungcheol-ssi.”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “I know you’re just messing around but really, you can call me Cheol. I think I’ve called in enough favors from you to be familiar at least.”

“Those aren’t favors, Cheol. You literally pay me three times more than you have to whenever Kkuma comes over,” you half-jest, startling a little when you notice Vivi circling your legs as he tries to sniff at the dog in your arms. “Anyway, shoo! Won’t you be late for your schedule? I’m sure a playdate with Vivi is just what Kkuma needs to kill the time.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he sighs before leaning forward to take Kkuma’s face in both of his large hands—pressing a loving kiss on top of her head. “You better be good, okay? Oh, I’m gonna miss you so much, baby.”

Kkuma’s tail wags at her father’s blatant affection and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face. No matter how many times Seungcheol baby talks to his kid before taking his leave, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing such a side of him up close.

“Daddy’s gonna be back for you tonight. Promise. Oh, by the way, her vet put her on a sodium-free diet for a while, so don’t give her any treats. And…”

As Seungcheol fusses about Kkuma’s newly imposed feeding schedules and hands you a backpack full of pet care necessities, you find yourself zoning out—your head ringing with that one word that’s always made you a little flustered every time you heard it from Seungcheol’s mouth. 

“You get any of that?”

You blink, acutely aware of how Vivi has stood up on his hind legs, pawing at your thigh as he attempts to lick Kkuma’s face. When you realize that you’re just standing there like an idiot as Seungcheol waits for a response, you let out a dry laugh before setting Kkuma down on the floor.

“Yep, I only have to feed her once. Strictly two scoops. Not that I see you sticking to the feeding regimen though,” you tease while receiving the backpack from him. 

“You got me,” Seungcheol chuckles again. “Can’t ever say no to my princess when she gives me the puppy eyes and asks for another scoop. Luckily, you’re the one looking after her today, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

Once Seungcheol finally takes his leave, you let out a long-winded sigh—pressing your back against your front door as Kkuma looks up at you with those big, dark eyes. Vivi seems to have made his way back to the living room after the initial curiosity and you’re glad that you don’t have to round up two energetic pups when your heart is still pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, Kkuma walks up to you, nuzzling your leg with a whine. 

Laughing, you sink to your knees to give her a few scratches underneath her ears. Dogs can be so attuned to a human’s emotional distress, it’s a little amazing.

“What does it feel like to be able to call him daddy?” you joke as she lays on her back for some belly rubs that you have no problem giving. 

The moment the question slips from your lips, you find yourself groaning again as you recall the tight fit of the black turtleneck Seungcheol was wearing today. How it accentuated all the features the fabric was meant to emphasize. You can only imagine how it would feel like to be caged in those big, beefy arms—

Kkuma jolts from her comfortable position on the floor when you suddenly shoot back to your feet, but you only feel half as bad for startling her.

You’re down bad. So ridiculously bad. 

Sehun comes over to pick up Vivi about an hour after you got home from their walk. 

Like most of your clients, he usually shoots a text before dropping by, but he must’ve forgotten the usual protocol. So when you hear your doorbell go off while you’re in the middle of watching idol fancams on your TV, the internal panic is very much warranted. 

Vivi bounds straight into his owner’s arms the moment Sehun comes through the door and starts licking his face. You smile to yourself despite clearly looking disheveled from how comfortably you’ve been lounging in the living room, but you’re sure Sehun doesn’t mind.

“Oh? He’s got a little playmate?” He raises an eyebrow when Kkuma waddles over to help herself to some of his attention too. Despite how he looks, Sehun gives Kkuma a few pats. “Hmm… Isn’t this Seungcheol’s kid? Or is it Seungkwan’s? Mingyu’s? Their dogs look all the same to me sometimes.”

You snort before handing him Vivi’s bag of necessities that every doting pet owner has up their arsenal. “You were right the first time. I’ve never pet sat for Mingyu before and I’m sure Seungkwan’s dog is in Jeju with his family.” 

He nods in understanding before locking Vivi’s leash in place. “I see. Wouldn’t be surprised if they started to have you look after their pets too, though.” 

When Sehun’s all set, you both discuss payments and he gives you his word that he’ll have the money wired into your account when he gets back to his place. But just when you’re about to send him and Vivi off, he pauses—glancing at something behind your shoulder. 

Curious, you whip around to see what caught his attention and—

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you stammer before throwing your arms out as if that’ll obstruct the view this six-foot idol has of your television screen. “I left YouTube on autoplay and I guess it paused when you arrived, and…”

Lies. You were in the middle of watching every single one of Seungcheol’s fancams before Sehun arrived and paused whatever was playing on screen. It just so happens that it slipped your mind that the screen froze at a very tantalizing part of his HOT fancam.

You’re not sure how you’re going to explain to Sehun that you don’t usually watch your clients' fancams like some closeted fan, but thankfully, he’s always been discreet about a lot of things. 

“Right,” he says, obviously unconvinced but seems that he won’t press further. “Well, we’re gonna head out now. Jongin-hyung might give you a call in the next few days, by the way. He’ll be busy promoting his solo debut for a while and Kyungsoo-hyung’s growing tired of all the fur in his apartment.” 

You nod swiftly, glad to have another business prospect right after this one just concluded. “Gotcha. See you again, Sehun.”

Once you’re all alone, you carry Kkuma to the living room—laying her down on the plush cushions of your couch before plopping helplessly right next to her. Thank god it’s Sehun who unknowingly bore witness to something so embarrassing. If it was Jongin, he never would’ve let you live it down.

But instead of wallowing in your shame, you unpause the video on screen—watching Seungcheol’s fancam in front of his daughter without another thought.

Kkuma doesn’t seem all too interested, immediately curling herself into a ball right next to you before promptly dozing off. You don’t get to see it though, since your eyes are glued to the screen. 

Surely the jury won’t condemn you too badly for biting the inside of your cheek whenever Seungcheol sticks his tongue out with a smirk, right? This is an idol who’s spent nearly a decade in the industry—if not more. Of course he’s got the art of fanservice ingrained into his bones. 

But just when you told yourself that this is the last one you’re going to watch before hopping in the shower, you end up viewing a couple more of his fancams first until you make do on that self-imposed promise.

This one’s a clip from their most recent fan meeting, you think. A DON QUIXOTE performance that’s been circulating around social media for the better part of the month. While you’re not that well-versed in their group’s discography, you happen to like this song a lot specifically because of how raspy Seungcheol’s voice is whenever he raps his parts.  

When he decides to unclasp a piece of fabric that’s been getting in the way of choreography, you have to bite back a groan when he practically throws it on the stage with that domineering air he never fails to showcase during their performances.

You press your thighs together, hyper aware of the heat that’s sizzling in between before casting Kkuma a guilty stare. Though she’s just a dog, you still feel a little bad about lusting after her dad while she’s sleeping right next to you. 

You’re not even sure what’s got you so worked up today. This isn’t the first time Seungcheol dropped her off in person so you’re not sure why you’re feeling this horny from a few fancams alone. Shark week must be drawing near.

Either way, you end up quietly easing yourself off the couch so as to not wake the sleeping princess on your sofa—turning the TV off altogether before making a beeline for your bedroom to grab your towel and a change of clothes. 

If there’s a more opportune time to take a shower and wash away the impurities infesting your body, it’s now.

But just as you’re about to head to the bathroom, your phone goes off on the coffee table. You pout a little when Kkuma stirs from the sound of your ringtone—looking around sleepily for the source of the noise.

“Sorry about that,” you coo before settling back beside her, running a hand across her smooth fur. 

When you glance at the caller ID, your heart nearly plummets to your stomach.

“Hey,” Seungcheol’s deep voice flits into your ears when you take the call, sounding all sorts of tired. “We’re just wrapping up our shoot. I should be there in an hour or-so. How’s Kkuma?”

“She was fast asleep before my ringtone woke her up,” you chuckle. 

“Oh. Shit. Sorry, baby.”

You tense up at the term of endearment despite being fully aware that it’s not meant for you in particular. That reminds you to put your phone on loudspeaker so that the intended recipient could hear Seungcheol’s apologetic voice.

“I think Vivi tired her out when we went to the park today,” you tell him fondly. 

“Sounds like she finally met her match,” Seungcheol laughs on the other end and Kkuma perks up at the sound of her owner’s voice. “Can you hear me, princess? I’m coming to get you in a while. Keep being daddy’s good girl for me, yeah? I won’t be too long.”

Fuck.

When Seungcheol says your name and thanks you in that same, tired yet raspy voice, you have to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Hope the double booking wasn’t too much of a bother,” he murmurs and—god. You get that he probably doesn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but does he have any idea what his voice is doing to your underwear?! 

“Not at all,” you manage to say without your voice cracking. “I told you Sehun picked up Vivi early today. It’s just me and this spoiled princess right now.”

“Spoiled, huh? I guess that’s one way of putting it.” Seungcheol breathes out a laugh. “Anyway, we’re getting settled in the shuttle right now. I’ll text you when I’m at the door.” 

“Gotcha. Come on, Kkuma. Say goodbye to daddy.”

You don’t know why that cursed word slipped out of you so naturally, but Kkuma seems to respond to it in kind—her tail swishing with contained excitement before letting out a soft bark for Seungcheol to hear. Your client (that’s right he’s your client, you stupid, horny—) coos at the other end of the call.

You honestly can’t wait until he arrives to get her so you can have some real, much needed alone time.

To your credit, the shower kind of helped.

Though you just took one of the coldest baths in your life, it managed to alleviate the heat that lingered on your skin once Seungcheol ended the phone call. That’s considered a win in your book.

As you towel your damp hair, you take a peek at Kkuma who’s returned to her little nap on your couch. The sight makes your heart flutter and you would’ve snapped a photo if that doesn’t go against the rules you’ve set for yourself and your humble business. 

Then again, fantasizing about one of your clients definitely goes against whatever principles you’ve been practicing all your life but that’s not the issue here. 

Not wanting to wake her until Seungcheol arrives, you silently pad off to your bedroom, intent on getting some work done before planning what you’ll have for dinner. However, the moment you hang your towel to dry, you end up lying in bed instead of hunching in front of your desk with a laptop full of backlogs waiting for you. 

You don’t even think twice when your hand inches past the garter of your thin sleep shorts.

Typically, you’d use one of your trusty vibrators to get off when you direly needed the release. It made things quick and simple. Plus, you don’t have to suffer through the ordeal of having your fingers pruning up. 

But your brain thought it would be extremely funny if you touched yourself to the thought of your fingers being Seungcheol’s instead of yours—gathering the slick from your aching pussy as he lathers your wetness across your slit.

While you’re…preoccupied in your bedroom, you don’t hear your phone buzzing on the coffee table outside. You’ve deigned to put it on silent mode so Kkuma won’t be rudely awakened by any unexpected ringtones again, but the decision is a bit short-sighted since Seungcheol did tell you he’d text you once he arrives at your door.

Said idol is standing in front of your apartment with a worried look on his face. He texted you about ten minutes ago but received no response, which is a little strange since you almost always reply to his messages right away. 

When you don’t pick up his third call, he starts to pace around nervously. Did you go outside? Were you busy? He’s normally a patient person, but when it comes to Kkuma, he gets jittery within seconds if there really is something to worry about.

Seungcheol tests the knob to your door but when he finds it unlocked, he’s further thrown into a haze of concern. Shit. Were you robbed? Where is Kkuma? 

Where are you?

He kicks off his shoes haphazardly in the entrance, closing the door behind him before twisting the lock as he looks around cautiously. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of place inside your house. The furniture is just as he remembered—not that he spends a lot of his time studying your interior—and finds no signs of ransacking.

Relief practically crashes over him in waves when Kkuma’s head pops up from behind the couch. She hops to the floor and zips straight into his arms, pawing and licking with all the affection she can offer. Seungcheol laughs, petting her to calm down before giving your living room another once-over. 

You’re nowhere to be found. 

Even if Seungcheol can just grab Kkuma and make his leave, he knows he’ll feel bad if he ditches you without a word like that. So after telling his only child to stay put at the doorway, he carefully treads around your apartment and makes his way to (what he assumes is) your room.

The door is slightly ajar and he could make out the figure of someone lying on the bed inside. With the knowledge that you’re safe and sound, Seungcheol’s shoulders relax. 

But just when he’s about to raise a fist to knock—

“Oh, daddy, please—” 

Seungcheol freezes on the spot.

He likes to think he’s a pretty decent person. Never one to think about or blurt anything remotely sexual especially if the situation doesn’t call for it. He also likes to think he has a pretty decent amount of self-control.

But for some reason, when he sees you with one hand buried between your supple thighs as the other paws at your breast through a flimsy night shirt, he can feel himself rapidly crossing that line he’s been so careful to maintain with you all this time.

Seungcheol should leave. While he doesn’t know the specifics of your love life—given that the nature of your friendship is mostly transactional—you probably have at least one person you’re involved enough with to call daddy while you get yourself off. He’s walked in on something he shouldn’t have and he still has time to recollect his thoughts somewhere else while dealing with the steadily growing hardness in his jeans.

But then, he hears you sigh:

“Cheol… Fuck!”

You’re on the very brink of the orgasm you’ve been craving since this morning when your hand is rudely yanked from between your legs. You jolt at the intrusion—fear shooting through your system at the thought of some psycho breaking into your house while you’re so vulnerable. But when your eyes meet Seungcheol’s hard gaze, you’re convinced that you’re dreaming.

“S-Seungcheol?”

To your horror (more like delight) he takes the hand that you’ve just been using to finger yourself to the thought of him—taking your slick digits into his mouth with a pained groan. The sight instantly makes your pussy quiver with need but before that…

“What are you doing here?” you ask weakly, not having the heart to pull your arm away when he looks so fucking hot licking the juices off your fingers. 

When his lips disconnect from your skin with a lascivious pop, he plants a kiss across your knuckles, smirking. “Those are such pretty sounds you’re making. Are they all for me?”

This is not happening. You probably slipped in the shower and hit your head or something. Because Choi Seungcheol—the client you’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about for the entire day—can’t be crouching in front of you right now, giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly, trying to salvage what’s left of your pride. “Cheol, I’m sorry, I—”

He shushes you by placing a finger to your lips, the grip he has on your arm tightening with each passing second. You nearly moan when he presses his forehead against yours.

“Daddy, huh?” he asks, completely ignoring your attempt at clearing the air. “You want to call me daddy that bad, baby? So much that you have to get yourself off with Kkuma lying outside?”

Shit. That’s right. Kkuma.

However, in the midst of the moral dilemma that came with wanting Seungcheol to fuck you into the mattress while his adorable daughter was waiting outside your bedroom, you recognize that this is definitely a once in a lifetime chance. 

You’re not about to let it go to waste. 

You aren’t certain who it is that lunged in for the kiss. All you know is that Seungcheol has you pinned beneath his firm body as he licks into your mouth—larged, calloused fingers gripping onto your hips possessively as you moan his name against his lips. 

Your sleep shorts come off in no time. So does your shirt. It only occurs to you’ve been grinding down on the denim of his jeans with nothing but soaked panties on when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth—coaxing out a sound so heavenly, it shoots straight through his cock.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart,” he sighs hoarsely, rolling his hips against your core so that you can feel how hard he is through his pants. “So fucking needy. When you get yourself off, am I the one you always think about?”

You want to say yes but Seungcheol captures your lips into another bruising kiss before you can utter a sound. 

He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, one hand reaching between your legs so he can inspect the mess he’s unknowingly made of your cunt. When he finds you wet and wanting, you feel a growl reverberate deep in his chest.

“Now this won’t do,” he tuts before sliding himself between your thighs, easing himself lower on the mattress so he can hook them across his shoulders. You mewl in anticipation and Seungcheol meets your gaze with a challenging smirk. “Is there something you want?”

“C-Cheol—”

“That’s not my name right now, baby. I thought you knew that.”

How the fuck does this man just slip so naturally into the subspace without making things weird or uncomfortable? If anything, the authority in his voice makes another bout of slick gush outside your entrance—making you pray to every single god out there for Seungcheol not to notice.

“Daddy,” you whine and the title sounds delicious in his ears. “I want you. Wanted you for so long.”

You want to curl in on yourself when you feel Seungcheol’s teeth trailing love bites along your inner thighs. The grip he has on them is weighted with nothing but gentleness but the contrast it has with his rough kisses is making your mind stutter with pleasure. 

“What’d you think about, hm?” he whispers. “Tell me all the filthy things you’ve wanted to do with Daddy.”

You nearly gasp when he flattens his tongue across your clothed core, breathing in the musky scent of your arousal. The overload in his senses makes him want to snap and have his way with you, but Seungcheol tells himself to take it easy. 

He has all the time in the world to make you feel good.

“B-But that’s embarrassing,” you whine, struggling to free yourself from his grip but Seungcheol tears your defenses asunder when he moves your panties to the side and licks a long, languid stripe along your glistening slit. 

The effect it has on you is immediate—you’re writhing against his touch, fingers automatically tangling themselves in his hair as Seungcheol helps himself to your cunt like it’s his first meal of the day. It doesn’t help that he’s so enthusiastic about eating you out. Almost like he’s thought about doing it at least once in his life.

“Daddy, please—” you whimper. “Need you…inside.”

“Not until you spill the dirty details, princess,” he chuckles before letting your panties snap back against your poor, sensitive cunt. You jolt at the contact, tears lining your lashes because of how desperate you are to get filled with something. Anything.

“I-I thought about you fucking me raw,” you start shakily, toes curling every time his nose grazes your clothed pussy. “Calling me pretty names and leaving your marks on my body. T-Then when I’m about to c-come, you tell me to hold it in ‘cause you want to come together. You’d also tell me how much of a good girl I am…”

Hm. An obvious pillow princess that likes being praised. While Seungcheol has a preference for calling his partners dubious names in the bedroom, he can make a few exceptions. 

Especially when you look so fucking wrecked for him when he’s barely touched you.

“I see. What else is cooking in that pretty mind of yours, baby? Daddy wants to know.”

You visibly preen at his words, further confirming his suspicions. Seungcheol has to bite back a groan at the sinister feeling that fills his chest at the knowledge.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“You’d— You’d use my pussy to dump your load inside me… Then you’ll just k-keep going even if I’m twitching and sensitive all over, fucking your cum deeper ‘cause you want me to keep it all in for days.” 

The mental image you’re painting inside his head is not doing his sense of control any favors, but Seungcheol remains steadfast. He won’t fuck you stupid when he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet. He has more tact than that.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty thing,” he chuckles before moving his head a little so he can remove your ruined underwear. He typically would’ve just torn the fabric in two, but he doesn’t want to scare you off just yet. “Such a good girl for Daddy. And you know what good girls deserve?” 

The innocent look on your face nearly makes him cream himself right then and there. “W-What?” 

With a no-good smile, he says:

“To come until you’re crying.”

Seungcheol easily slips in two thick fingers into your sopping heat, making you cry out in a way that’ll definitely pique Kkuma’s curiosity. He just hopes his baby won’t come nosing in where she isn’t supposed to while he takes care of his other baby the way she deserves. 

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he sighs—loving how your gummy walls practically cling to his fingers with each shallow thrust. “Can you even take more than this? I don’t want to break you when you’re being so good for me.”

You voice out your protest against his words with a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips against his fingers with erratic vigor. “N-No… I can take more, Daddy, please please. Want you to fuck me full. I’ll be good, I promise!”

Seungcheol has been producing his own tracks for years, but the sound of you babbling incoherently is music to his ears. As he continues pumping his digits in and out of your needy hole, he puts himself back to work—tongue tracing tight circles around your puffy clit as he forces your thighs apart. 

Your back arches off the bed at the sensation as your fingers desperately claw against the sheets. It’s so unfair how delirious he’s made you when he still has all of his clothes on, but you’re nothing if not his good little girl when you don’t even comment on it—focused entirely on the mounting pleasure he’s freely giving you.

When the pads of his fingers manage to graze that patch of spongy flesh deep inside you, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. Seungcheol is all too privy to your reaction and you feel him smirk into your cunt as he curls his fingers to find that spot again—attaching his lips around your sensitive nub as he overwhelms you with stimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, hands finding their way back to his hair as you desperately tug him closer. “Daddy, f-feels so good! I’m gonna—”

“I never gave you permission, baby,” he growls and you quickly whine when he detaches himself from your pussy. “If you want to come you have to ask Daddy nicely. Unless you feel like being a bad girl all of a sudden?”

You shake your head, hips grinding against the air in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on you again. “N-No, Daddy. I want to be good. Can I please come? Please? Need it, need you.”

His chest tightens at the desperate plea in your voice and for a moment, Seungcheol is honestly kind of scared of getting too used to your desperate whines. Your needy whimpers. 

How on earth is he going to go back to being friends after all this is over?

“Alright, since my princess said she’ll be good for me,” he laughs as your walls clench around his fingers. “You can come when you feel like it, baby. Come all over Daddy’s face.”

You don’t completely expect it when Seungcheol dives back into you, smothering his face in your pussy so greedily that you feel his nose bumping against your clit. He laps at your soaked folds like your arousal is the best thing he’s ever tasted—easing a third finger inside you as you muffle a scream.

“Yes, yes! Right there, Daddy!” you moan, tugging on his hair even harder as you grind your cunt against his face. “So close, so close—fuck!”

When you fall over the edge, Seungcheol doesn’t stop his relentless onslaught on your twitching pussy. Your walls clamp down around his fingers so tightly, he can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck you on his cock while you ride out your orgasm. 

The syllables of his name are all but broken when you frame them around a high-pitched keen. Seungcheol slurps up every drop that trickles onto his face and he only peels himself away from you once you’ve stopped thrashing against his grip.

In the aftermath, the two of you bathe in silence—nothing but your mutual pants filling the room. You’re looking at Seungcheol with stars in your eyes despite what he just put you through and the sight alone makes him more aware of the problem in his pants.

“Daddy, do you want—”

“No,” he says immediately and he feels bad just as fast because of the disappointment that crosses your face. “I mean—fuck. I want to fuck you dumb, princess. I really do. But I also really like you and it’ll be a chip on my conscience forever if I do that without taking you out on a proper date first.”

It takes a moment for his confession to completely occur to you and when it does, the dazed look in your eyes makes way for utter shock. Seungcheol wonders if he should be offended.

“You…like me?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a pretty busy guy. I don’t just let anyone come on my face.” 

You gulp. “For how long?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “A while. Now are you going to let me take you out on that date one of these days or are we going to have to pretend this never happened?”

You scowl at him. It doesn’t help that he still has that tightly fitted turtleneck on—distracting you from the topic at hand for a moment before you clear your throat and give him an answer.

“H-How about we go on that date now?” you suggest somewhat anxiously. “I mean, I was already thinking about where to get dinner after this, and…” 

Taking him by surprise, you lean forward to cup your hands over his ear—a devious smirk curling on your lips.

“Maybe you can fuck me dumb right after.”

Long story short, your first date with the idol you’ve been crushing on is a big hit. Right after getting himself to calm down (A.K.A., taking care of his hard on in the privacy of your bathroom), Seungcheol took you and Kkuma to a food park that’s open until midnight. 

It’s over dinner that you fess up and tell him the origin of your newfound daddy kink. Seungcheol has the gall to laugh in your face at your admission and you swear you’ll never pet sit Kkuma ever again if he keeps teasing you like that.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, pinching your cheek for added effect. “You don’t have to call it pet-sitting anymore. Now that we’ve established how much we actually like each other, don’t you think it’s more fitting to call it…co-parenting?”

Unwittingly, you receive his words with a scowl.

You want to smack him upside the head. Just because he’s a confident little thing on stage doesn’t mean he can just bring that side of him in a real life conversation. But for all your adamant bravado of insisting he’s being full of himself…

You honestly don’t mind.  

⟢ end notes: yay! you got to the end of my delusions!!! that said, thank you to nova @duhnova and indi @playmetheclassics for title help and going through this spur-of-the-moment filth for me!! rip to the original genius title, daddy's good girl(s) bc tumblr wants to censor it so badly LMFAO

i don’t have anything else to say aside from i’m so sorry choi kkuma