#boo seungkwan smut

[cheolism-archive]

an ode to hands and voice

✰ — boo seungkwan x reader ✷ — summary: a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.3k ✷ — genre: smut, established relationship ✰ — warnings: soft sex, intimate sex. boo seungkwan hand porn. unprotected sex, cumming inside. ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: requested by @strxwberry-skiess !! i hope you enjoy and i hope i did your request justice! this is a part of my follower celebration. also tagging fellow seungkwan enthusiast @haologram

"deep breath in."

you inhale, breath shaking against the stillness of the room.

"and out."

you exhale, body relaxing. as your body decompresses, sagging back against the bed, seungkwan pushes in.

you actively try not to tense back up as his dick pushes into your cunt. despite him having prepared you, having spent what felt like ages fucking his fingers in and out, in and out, you can still feel the slight burn of your pussy stretching around his cock. your toes curl and you can't help but twist your fingers into the sheets, biting down on your lip.

seungkwan lets out a shuttering gasp, his grip on the sheets on either side of your head tightening. he hangs his head as he stills his hips, his nose pressing against the curve of your cheek.

"gotta relax, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy. when seungkwan came home from practice his voice was already a little fucked. he got halfway through a cup of tea topped with honey before you, needy and pathetic in that too-cute way, stumbled into his arms.

and fuck, if you weren't cute and pathetic right not beneath him.

"you gotta let my cock in," seungkwan cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. "gotta relax your pussy, baby."

you nod, turning and pressing your face against his. you tried to mold yourself back into the bed; tried to make yourself present. the warmth of seungkwan's body was flooding into you, trapped between him and the blanket beneath you. the mattress was soft and plush, because life was full of denials but seungkwan would be damned if he denied himself a cloud-like bed to fall into every night.

you relaxed back into the bed.

seungkwan could feel your cunt loosen around him. no longer did your pussy have a tight grip on him, the sort that he was greatly reluctant to try and press against. he never wanted to hurt you; never wanted this to hurt.

and so, with your cunt relaxed around him, seungkwan continues to push in.

you arch up against seungkwan as he fucks into you, breasts pressing against him. he slips his hand down to one of your thighs, and then moves your thigh up, giving him more room to settle between your legs. your knee knocks against his side.

"keep spreading," seungkwan says. he settles against you, cock fully sheathed, pelvis pressed against your thighs. "let me move."

"don't," you gasp out. your pussy clamps down on his cock, and seungkwan can't help the throaty groan that escapes him.

"won't," he says, dropping his face to the crook of your neck. he breathes against your skin, inhaling your scent. "won't move 'til you say it's good."

you move one of your hands to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his flesh.

"feels big," you say, voice breaking.

"feels," seungkwan echoes back. "you saying i'm not big?"

you roll your eyes at him, hand sliding up his shoulder. you settle your hand along his jaw. "you know what i mean."

seungkwan hums. he settles against you, relaxing into your body in turn. seungkwan takes a moment to admire you.

he moves his hand to your face. seungkwan trails his fingers, long and thin, along the soft curve of your cheek. his nails gently scrape along your skin, and seungkwan can't help but follow the path of his fingers. he slides his forefinger, lightly and slowly, to your chin.

seungkwan's touch is as light as a butterfly's kiss. it's the sort of loving, gentle touch that belongs only to that of a lover; of an admirer.

and how he admires you.

seungkwan trails his finger to your lips. he looks at the pale shade of his nail and compares it to the lovely hue of your lips. he watches as the plump flesh of your lips bends beneath the pressure of his finger, as your lips part, gently, in response.

seungkwan can't help but push his finger between your lips. your mouth is just as warm as your cunt, and just as he had slid his dick into your pussy he slides his finger into your mouth. your mouth is warm and wet and welcoming.

you take his finger eagerly, as if it were his cock into your cunt. he doesn't press his finger all the way in. instead he settles his finger along your tongue. his cock throbs as you suck at his finger, your lashes fluttering.

"fucking pretty," seungkwan murmurs. "you're so fucking pretty."

reluctantly, seungkwan removes his finger from your mouth. he trails his fingers down the column of your throat, watching. he continues to move his hand along your body, until his fingers are cradling the edge of your tit.

he can't help but follow the curve, his thumb gently swiping. impulsive, seungkwan goes to your nipple. he slides a finger on either side of your nipple, tugging softly.

your mouth opens in a sweet gasp.

"kwannie," you call out, arms wrapping around his shoulders. you shift beneath him, moving so your legs are wrapped around him.

seungkwan tugs at your nipple again. "ready?"

you nod.

seungkwan begins to pull from your pussy. he moves slowly, cock sweetly dragging against your walls. the slide is easy due to how wet you are, and he adores how your cunt flutters around his dick.

once the head of his dick is at your entrance seungkwan rolls his hips towards you. the movement is fluid, a smooth rock back into your pussy. he rolls his hips as he fucks you, the motion constant.

he's addicted to the way your pussy grips him, how smooth the slide is. seungkwan's hand grips at your tit, nails digging in slightly, lost in the velvet feel of your cunt.

"feels good," he gasps out. he can feel the rasp of his voice, can feel the dryness of his throat. "feels so fucking good, sweetheart."

your body responds so beautifully to him. your body arches up into him, your legs tighten around him in an effort to keep him close. your mouth is open in a constant moan, eyes squeezing shut.

seungkwan can feel his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. he wants to cum in your pussy so bad, wants to fill you up so much.

he can't help but let his thrusts carry away. seungkwan begins to fuck you earnestly. the slap of his thrusts are loud, sharp and stinging. he wants to cum, wants to see his cum spilling fro your cute pussy —

your legs begin to weaken around him, falling to the side. seungkwan moves his hand from your tit. he loops his arms underneath your legs, hooking your legs up over his arms.

he fucks and thrusts and feels his heavy balls tighten against him. you feel so fucking good; you look gorgeous; you sound divine.

you moan out his name, broken and high.

seungkwan feels his balls clench once more, and then he's spilling inside of you. it's like a string pulled taut has been cut. he keeps fucking you as he cums, relentlessly with one goal in mind.

even once he stops cumming he doesn't pull out. seungkwan lets his dick soften in your pussy. he moves his hand down to your cunt, releasing one of your legs. two of his fingers find your clit easily. seungkwan begins to rub at your clit, cunt drenched from your juices and his cum.

"you gotta cum," he says, voice hoarse. he frames your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the sensitive area around it. your pussy continues to clench down around his spent dick, and he has half a mind to pull out, the sensation bordering on too much, but fuck —

you cum with a loud cry, lips curling and torso arching off of the bed. seungkwan groans in response and lays his body on yours, keeping you caught between him and the bed as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you through orgasm.

"that's it," he moans, throat sore from misuse, "cum for me, baby. cum."

[hoshifighting]

seungkwan sporty college fling?? plss 🤭🫦

a/n: first of all— IUSHDIASUHIUNFIABDIASUDIUBFIUHE the fach that he's exactly my type makes me weak on the kneeeeees!! second: WITH THE PICS ALREADY? LOVE YOU! WARNINGS: smut, fluff, med student!reader who's interning in the university's infirmary, handjob, oral (m. receiving)

sporty college fling!seungkwan who's, like, everywhere on campus. if there’s a sport to play, you bet your ass he’s signed up. volleyball, tennis, soccer, basketball, swimming, god, even frisbee if it means he gets to be out there showing off. and, look, it’s not even about the attention—though he loves that, too. he just loves the energy, the cheers from the sidelines, the way he can walk off the field dripping sweat, grinning like he just won the damn lottery.

so when he catches wind that you’re interning in the college infirmary? oh, he’s already scheming. you had no idea he knew you were there, but seungkwan’s been keeping tabs on you ever since that one history class last semester, where he’d sit behind you just to crack dumb jokes and steal your notes when you weren’t looking. he’s been hovering on the edge of your radar ever since, some mix of a friend and a tease that’s always around, always a little too close, always making you laugh even when you’re trying to focus.

so of course, it’s not a coincidence that today he’s on the field, pulling a stunt in the middle of a perfectly normal soccer game. there’s a loud yelp, and before you know it, seungkwan’s got his ass on the ground, clutching his ankle like he’s been hit by a truck. dramatic doesn’t even cover it. a friend tries to help him up, but he waves them off like he’s gotta handle this himself.

“nah, nah, i need a professional,” he says, wincing like he’s in some world-class pain, all while side-eyeing the infirmary building. eventually, the whole team’s staring at him, and the coach—who’s definitely onto him, by the way—just sighs and gestures toward the infirmary.

“alright, go get checked out,” he grumbles, “and don’t make it a habit, boo.”

so in he limps, or, well, mostly fakes limping. you’re organizing the medicine cabinet when you hear him stumble in, and the second you turn around and see him putting on that pitiful, injured expression, you know something’s up.

“oh, my god,” you deadpan, crossing your arms. “what happened this time, seungkwan?”

he sighs, laying it on thick. “soccer injury,” he says, wincing as he hobbles over to sit on the infirmary bed. “took a hard hit. they said only the best in here can take care of me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing the ice pack and tossing it to him. “you know i can see through this bullshit, right?”

he smirks, barely able to keep up the act as he catches the ice pack and shrugs. “hey, i thought i’d at least get a little sympathy. i could be bleeding out, you know?”

“from your ankle? really?” you quip back, unable to stop the grin forming on your face. he shrugs and presses the ice pack to his ankle, looking around like he’s already scouting out what else he can mess with in here. it’s like he doesn’t even have to try—just exists, and it’s annoying but also kind of cute how he always manages to get away with it.

sporty college fling!seungkwan in those thin-ass shorts that they cling in all the right places, showing off his thick thighs, flexing calves, and the outline that has you looking anywhere but his lap whenever he walks into the infirmary. he’s got that sporty glow, a little sweat-slick, hair sticking to his forehead, flushed cheeks from running around, and that cocky smirk that’s always somewhere between friendly and downright dangerous.

so when you’re shrugging off your white coat, your tank top sticking a bit because the damn AC is broken, you catch him watching. his eyes go half-lidded, looking you up and down like you’re not a damn intern who’s just here to patch him up. he can’t even help it, a tiny little gulp as you reach back, trying to hold his knee steady while you clean up the latest scrape. and you lean over him—just a little closer to get a good angle—but the look on his face is downright sinful. he’s flushed deeper than ever, lips parted, eyes blown out like he’s somewhere far away from just a check-up.

and then you see it. oh, he’s really trying to keep it together, but that bulge is so obvious, so tight against the fabric of his shorts, it’s almost painful just looking at it. he’s shifting in place, his thighs pressing together, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, trying so damn hard to play it cool. trying being the keyword. you glance up, arching an eyebrow, giving him a once-over that has his face going from flushed to wrecked.

“you, uh… need help with anything else?” you murmur, voice dropping a bit, glancing between his lap and his face like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

he damn near chokes on his own breath, a helpless moan slipping out before he can stop it, his hips shifting forward as if he’s waiting for permission. and he spreads his legs wider, scooting to the edge of the bed, that smug smile barely peeking through as he bites his lip, knowing exactly what he’s about to ask for without saying a single word.

when you step forward and slip your hand between his legs, fingers skimming over the fabric, he lets out a broken sigh, tipping his head back with this blissed-out look that makes your heart pound.

sporty college fling!seungkwan whos losing his cool right in front of you, his little fantasy about to come true as you start to pull down those shorts, that look of relief as your hand wraps around him.

he’s biting his lip so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t draw blood, trying to muffle the whimpers spilling out as you give him a few slow strokes, teasing just enough to make him squirm.

“fuck,” he hisses, pressing his palm tighter against his mouth, eyes wide as he glances toward the door like he’s expecting someone to walk in. you can’t help but chuckle softly; the thought of getting caught makes this whole thing even hotter. the university walls are so thin you can practically hear the whispers in the hallway, and seungkwan's face is a so desperate.

“c’mon, be quiet,” you tease, your voice low as you lean in a bit closer, brushing your thumb over the slick tip of his cock. it’s dripping now, and you can feel the pre-cum pooling in your hand, making it so easy to slide your fingers along his length. he whimpers again, muffling the sound with his hand, and it’s the kind of sweet, desperate noise that makes you want to do this forever.

“i can’t help it,” he whispers, trying to keep his voice down but failing miserably, and you can’t tell if he’s more embarrassed by how loud he is or by the way he’s getting even harder under your touch. you pick up the pace a bit, letting your fingers work him as his breath hitches, eyes rolling back just a little.

he clenches his eyes shut, the way he arches his back, trying to chase the pleasure.. his grip on his mouth tightens, and you can see the strain in his muscles, how he’s fighting against the urge to let it all out.

his gaze drops, catching on your fingers wrapped around him, nails perfectly manicured and glinting as they move, slow at first and then faster, like you’re testing just how much he can take. his eyes flick up, and the sight of your chest, bouncing with each stroke, almost sends him over the edge. it’s the kind of view he could lose himself in—is losing himself in—and he can’t look away, no matter how much he wants to keep his cool.

the slick, wet sound fills the small space, louder than his shaky breaths, louder than the little whimpers he’s trying so hard to hold back. his hips buck up, chasing the friction, and you can see him practically falling apart in your hand, his lip pulled between his teeth as he fights to stay quiet. it’s no use, though; his control is slipping, and he knows it.

“fuck—” he chokes out, voice breaking as his hand clamps over his mouth again, but his eyes stay glued to you, watching every single move you make. he swallows, pupils blown wide, his gaze flicking between your hand and your face. he looks like he’s about to burst any second.

the second your lips wrap around just the tip of his cock, seungkwan’s hands fly to his mouth, but it’s useless. the control he’d tried so hard to keep shatters instantly. a loud, ragged moan escapes, so reckless it could probably be heard down the hall, but he doesn’t care anymore.

“oh, fuck—no, wait, wait,” he gasp-whines, hands gripping the edge of the infirmary bed. his hips buck, but he’s melting under your touch, eyes rolling back as you swirl your tongue just around the head. its like his body’s got a mind of its own now, the pleasure overtaking everything else, every little shudder amplified. the quiet whimpers turn to full-on, desperate moans—he’s way past caring if anyone outside hears.

and then—before he can even manage a warning so you could take your mouth off him—his whole body tightens, and he’s coming, spilling over your tongue, a hot, sudden burst that has him gasping. his hand fly up, fingers digging into his own hair, breathless as he watches

he tries to collect himself. his legs feel weak, like he’s just finished sprinting through campus, but it’s way better than any game high. his legs are trembling, knees wobbling as he hops off the bed, trying to look at least half put-together while he straightens his shorts. but one look at your smirk, and he’s got that shy, red-faced grin back, a little embarrassed.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who keeps sneaking into the infirmary for a “checkup” every chance he gets, especially after practice, because, according to him, “gotta make sure i’m in top shape, right?”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who starts showing up with snacks for you after practice—sweaty, still in his shorts and jersey, claiming they’re for you so “you don’t have to eat that vending machine crap all day.”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who eventually works up the courage to pull you into a storage room between rounds, pushing you against a shelf with that smirk of his, whispering, “you didn’t think i forgot about how good you looked last time, did you?”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who practically has your schedule memorized by now, showing up at the infirmary right when you’re alone, leaning against the doorframe as he says, “miss me yet?” like he’s not been haunting your thoughts all damn day.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who starts leaving you little notes in your bag with ridiculous messages, like “come to my game, i need my lucky charm,” with a winking face drawn on it. and when you finally show up, he plays like his life depends on it, catching your eye in the crowd every chance he gets, shooting you that smirk as he sprints down the field.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gets bolder every time you’re alone, wrapping his arm around your waist in the empty hallway, backing you against the wall, grinning when you shoot him a look. “don’t act so innocent,” he murmurs, tilting his head down to kiss you until you’re breathless, leaving you flushed and slightly disheveled before slipping away like nothing happened.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gives you his hoodie on chilly nights after practice, watching with a satisfied grin as you pull it over your head. he’d even say, “looks better on you, anyway,” then stroll off, pretending not to be thrilled seeing you in his clothes.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who one day catches you in the library and somehow convinces you to sneak into one of the back study rooms, grinning as he shuts the door and pulls you close, whispering, “been dying to get you alone, you know that?” before pressing his lips to yours, hands sliding up your back as if he’s got nowhere else he’d rather be.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gives you a hard time for staying late at the infirmary, texting you, “don’t make me come drag you out myself,” and then showing up anyway. he lingers, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking at you with a smug smile and saying, “told you i’d come get you.”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who finally asks you to stay over after a game, all soft and flushed from the adrenaline, looking at you with those bright, honest eyes. he murmurs, “you know, i don’t really want this to just be a fling,” his hand slipping into yours.

[bitchlessdino]

boo-ty call 👻 (m)

Pairing: perverted ghost!jeonghan x cute neighbor!seungkwan x afab!reader Genre: supernatural comedy, smut Word count: 11.1k tags: a lot of puns, human body possession (con and dubcon), threesome by definition if you count a ghost, mention of food, cunnilingus, some degrading (slut), light spanking, unprotected sex Summary: As far as unwanted roommates go, your ghostly companion was one you never anticipated. But when this specter began to assert himself and meddle in your dating life—or lack thereof—you started to reconsider your stance; maybe having a roommate wasn’t so bad after all. Especially if he's helping you get laid. author note: it's sluttober! when did i last write anything and have it posted. that's crazy sorry about that yall, but i'm really trying my best to be more active, but ngl its hard. life really gets in the way and we have to remind ourselves to take a back sometimes, even from our hobbies. Thank you to @multi-kpop-fanfics and @seokgyuu for beta reading and helping me perfect this masterpiece and thank you to you guys for your patience. Enjoy! Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro @jeonride @novalpha @nvmrljk @feat-sun @tinkerbell460 @aaniag @tacosandbitch @kyeomiis @wonwooz1-blog @horanghaezone

You should’ve known better than to find an apartment listing in the same place where people get lied to about the types of dogs they’re buying. To this day, your aunt is convinced her Chorkie is supposed to be pure Maltese.

Meanwhile, you’re about 99.999% sure your apartment is haunted, and whatever ghost this was, they really liked stealing your underwear. It should’ve scared you. It should’ve driven you away and rushed you out to find a newer, less haunted place to live. But it was cheap, fully furnished, and came with a walkable laundromat and a family-owned market with homegrown tomatoes. Nothing could beat that.

You could tolerate it. It was better than mooching off your parents, who ask every five minutes when you’ll get a 'real' job. Living away from your parents was necessary for your sanity and a dead pervert is much preferable to a live one.

“Can you fucking stop leaving the bathroom light on? I get that haunting is your job and all, but you’re not the one paying the electricity bill.”

If anyone could see you talking to thin air right now, they would’ve had you committed.

“And while we’re at it, could you stop stealing the lacy underwear? They’re gifts, and I don’t wear them, but I might someday, so leave me the option!”

The hallway light flickered before it finally stopped and swift air breezed past you in response, but no returning underwear. You let out a frustrated sigh and shove the rest of your dirty clothes into the hamper before proceeding with laundry day. 

You’ve never seen any part of them, yet you’re always aware of their presence. It was creepy at first, but that quickly turned into annoyance when you realized how limited their grasp on the living world truly was—just a bit of theft and light tinkering. It was manageable, but you still felt uneasy knowing you couldn’t change without feeling watched.

“I’ll be back. Don’t piss me off more when I do. It is not my week.”

Not a day had passed since you two became acquainted that he didn’t find some way to bother you, but there were definite perks to living in hell’s best apartment lease. As your feet scraped across the tiled floor, the afternoon sun briefly flushed your skin, and a familiar flutter stirred in your chest as the thought of something popped into your head. Instead of the usual contempt, longing filled your chest as you made your way to the machine.

“What do we have today, m’dear?”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, and you pretended to nonchalantly turn around, as if you hadn’t just spent several minutes hoping for his appearance. “Oh, you know, the usual—interview clothes, some sweatpants, and a few coffee-stained rags.”

Seungkwan’s lips curled into a soft chuckle, his laugh warm as he tossed his own laundry into the machine beside yours. “Sounds spicy. Mrs. Whirlpool is in for a gourmet meal today.”

He said the weirdest, most ridiculous things, but the real mystery was how you still ended up wanting to kiss him anyway. There was something about his easy smile, the effortless way he tossed his dress shirt into the machine like it was some kind of party trick.

He had a knack for brightening the atmosphere as if he possessed a magnetic otherworldly charm. Whenever you arrived, you couldn't help but wish he would be there, transforming the ordinary task of laundry into an intimate little affair—just the two of you amidst a heap of dirty clothes.

You observed him from the side, noting that his stack of clothes was noticeably smaller than usual. This made you question why he would wash such a small load. “Today isn't your regular laundry day. It’s usually Fridays and Mondays, isn't it? Today’s Thursday.”

The second the words left your mouth, you cringed internally. Great. Way to sound like a total stalker. Creep much?

Seungkwan cocked a smile. “I’m flattered you’ve memorized my laundry schedule.”

You laughed awkwardly, scrambling for cover. “I pass by here and just happen to have a really great memory.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, this might sound kind of gross and embarrassing, but I found these abandoned at the back of my closet. They’ve been there forever, and I had some extra change, so I figured, why not? You know, especially since I’ll be gone at the end of October.”

“You’ll be gone for Halloween?” Well, don’t sound too disappointed.

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said with a soft chuckle, glancing your way. “Family traditions. Can’t miss them. You know, the usual—handing out candy, our neighborhood haunted house contest, all that.”

“That sounds like so much fun. Way better than my Halloween growing up.” 

“Aw, thanks, but trust me, it’s way more chaotic than it sounds. Kids screaming, neighbors going overboard with decorations—it’s a lot." He shrugged as he folded his laundry, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his tone. “What about you? Got any plans?”

“Um… I’m not sure yet. Still figuring it out, I guess,” you answered earnestly, suddenly feeling like a loser with no plans–which you were by definition.

Seungkwan hesitated, his hands stilling mid-fold, the fabric dangling loosely between his fingers. You could see something flickering in his eyes—a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind like a muddled cloud, visible in the furrow of his brow. “Oh. Well, um…” His voice trailed off, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as if he were battling whether or not to say what was really on his mind.

"What?" Your curiosity spiked, your heart quickening as you waited for him to continue. For a moment, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall, stretching the already lingering silence.

He quickly shook his head, offering a faint, almost apologetic smile before turning back to his laundry, his hands moving again, but less sure than before. “Nothing. Just—never mind.”

“Oh, okay.” The disappointment weighed on you, heavier than you wanted to admit. You glanced at the washing machines, trying to focus on the steady hum of the cycles, but your eyes kept drifting back to the numbers, slowly counting the seconds until the minutes ticked over, all while the silence between you grew louder.

You finished your load long before Seungkwan could wrap up his, the awkward tension of unfinished business hanging in the air like a thick fog. You glanced at him, hesitating for a moment before mustering a tight smile, trying to shake off the discomfort. “Well, that’s it for me. See you around, Seungkwan.”

He looked up from his laundry, the corners of his lips tugging down slightly. "See you, neighbor," he said, his tone laced with a hint of regret. The moment lingered in the air between you, thick with unspoken words, making it even harder to walk away.

With one last glance at his face, you stepped back, the soft chime of the door ringing behind you as you passed their glass doors.

As you walked  back toward your apartment, you couldn’t help but drop in confidence, thinking to yourself that maybe you didn’t deserve good things like cute laundromat boy. The hallway felt more confining than usual, the walls seeming to close in, echoing the insecure thoughts making rounds in your head.

You leaned against the cheaply painted walls of your cramped apartment, sliding down to sit on the floor with your head in your hands. It was just a childish crush—fleeting and meaningless—yet the thought of him going away scared you more than any real-life danger you'd ever faced. He was the only upside to moving to this part of town, the one thing that made the mundane feel even remotely worthwhile.

As you sat on the vinyl floor, you could still picture the sparkle in his eyes when he first opened those double doors, the warmth of his voice as he introduced himself. What had once been just laundry had turned into something to look forward to, a small break from the routine and a chance to brighten up your day in this sparse town. 

Maybe, if you were lucky, it could turn into a little small-town romance. But now, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even saw you beyond the casual pleasantries. Did he just see you as another neighbor, or maybe just a friendly face? 

The familiar flickering light in the kitchen pulled you back to the reality and up from the ground of your haunted apartment. With a frustrated sigh, you turned your attention to your unwanted roommate. “Yeah, yeah, I’m home,” you muttered, trying to shake off the feeling of melancholy.

As you walked toward the living room, the flickering lightbulbs in the lamps followed your path, their erratic dance a reminder of the presence that lingered in your space. Maybe getting rid of them wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It could be a way to finally cut ties with the ghost that seemed determined to remind you of your solitude. You chuckled softly at the thought. Perhaps an exorcism could clear out both the ghost and all the pointless overthinking.

But that was a problem for another day. Rotting in bed sounded far more appealing right now. You shuffled into your room, the soft glow from the streetlamp spilling in through the window, casting faint shadows on the walls as the evening deepened. The coolness of the night crept in slowly, the faint hum of the city blending into the background.

As you sank into the familiar embrace of your blankets, the exhaustion in your limbs finally settled, but your mind lingered for a moment longer. You glanced outside, the dim light catching in the leaves of the trees below, and for a fleeting second were at peace. No ghosts, no old washers or dryers, no obsessive crush. Just sleep.

You sighed, pulling the covers tighter around you, letting the hum of old furnishing–and probably the old pervert ghost–as you drifted off into sleep.

Your rest was cut short by a full bladder, ready to burst. With heavy eyelids, you stumbled toward the bathroom, barely aware of your surroundings. As you relieved yourself, everything felt normal—the creaking of the bathroom door, the sporadic running of the faucet, and the occasional flickering of the lights above, indicating his restless presence.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your fists. “This wasn’t an invitation, Casper,” you muttered, irritation creeping into your voice.

As if to taunt you, the faucet suddenly turned on full blast, running wildly before shutting off completely, leaving you with nothing but the simmering annoyance bubbling inside of you. With a frustrated huff, you quickly flushed the toilet and turned to the mirror. The lone reflection staring back at you looked as tired as you felt.

With dark circles under your eyes and a complexion that could only be described as dull, it was starting to feel like you were one bad hair day away from getting "gave up" tattooed across your forehead. And suddenly you were wondering whether you looked more dead than the ghost.

Instead of wallowing more self-pity, you washed your hands under the running faucet. If the ghost wanted to bother you, it certainly wasn’t going to be about your hygiene. You kept that on lock.

You glanced back at the mirror and no longer were you alone. Instead, where your reflection should have been was the unsettling visage of your ghost, staring back at you with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. His pale features were striking, almost ethereal, with an undeniable charm that twisted your gut. Those mischievous eyes sparkled with a playful malevolence.

Your ghost was attractive–strikingly so–and for some reason that made you dislike him even more.

You shot your shared reflection an unamused smile. “Was that supposed to scare me?”

His reflection chuckled, leaning over his sink to give you an unfiltered view of every extraordinary detail etched into his face like a sculpture. “What? I thought I could finally introduce myself.”

“After months of me already living here? I feel the moment has passed,” you shot back, crossing your arms in defiance.

“Well, I had to pass my own judgment, didn't I? Do you know how many coke-huffing, cheese puff-grubbing, athlete-foot-walking slobs I’ve encountered in my place of residence?” He leaned closer, his expression mockingly serious, the flickering light casting playful shadows across his sharp cheekbones.

“May I remind you that those people were renters? If they paid to be there, who were you to deny them that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Like I didn’t pay when I was alive? Plus, Muriel definitely wasn’t paying, nor was Monty. They were beyond sketchy.” He rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly relishing the chance to air his grievances from beyond the grave. “Now that I think about it, there was definitely some laundry going on around here—and I’m not just talking about your underwear strewn all over the place.”

“Thanks for the reminder. Would you please leave the undergarments alone?” you replied, trying to keep the irritation from creeping into your voice as if you didn’t sound crazy enough talking into a mirror.

He shrugged nonchalantly, the flickering light casting shadows across his smirking face. “I will once you learn to toss them in the hamper like a normal humie. Upside to being dead: no laundry.”

“I don’t have to take this from someone who can’t even wear underwear anymore.”

“So you assumed I died without any on? How morbidly perverted of you.” His playful smile widened.

You scoffed, incredulous at the absurdity of the conversation you were having—with a ghost of all people.

“You know I’m right…I could sense your heart racing the moment you laid eyes on me,” he teased, a playful grin dancing across his lips as his jaw hung slightly slack in intrigue. His gaze swept over you, lingering on the way your breath caught in your throat, as if he were drinking in every detail, alive in the way his eyes glowed with mischief despite their soulless depths.

His ghostly figure was lean and toned, the contours of his form faintly visible like a lingering shadow, brimming with an energy that felt both alluring and infuriating. The flickering light cast an ethereal glow around him, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaws and the way his seemingly wet hair fell carelessly over his forehead. He leaned closer, the air thickening with a mix of annoyance and something dangerously enticing as if he relished the effect he had on you.

“Are you…flirting with me?” You couldn’t believe you had to ask, but the glint in his eye was undeniable.

“It’s not illegal. Not in the afterlife, anyway. Anything goes here.” He leaned back against the sink, bloodless veins pulsing against his forearms, enjoying the encounter more than he should.

“I…need sleep.” 

You peeled yourself away from the mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, and headed to bed without looking back. You slipped through the sheets, found comfort in their familiarity, and sighed, thinking you escaped.

“You know—”

“Jesus!” you burst out, your heart racing as you instinctively clutched your chest. Opening your eyes, you found the ghost looming above you, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. “What now?”

“Walking to a different room isn’t exactly a proper goodnight,” he said, crossing his arms over his spectral chest as if he were the arbiter of etiquette in the afterlife. His expression was mock-serious, and the playful glint in his eyes suggested he found the whole situation amusing.

“As if ghosts even sleep?” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

“No, but it’s polite,” he replied, feigning indignation, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a barely contained grin.

“Is this going to keep happening? You annoy me until I scrape together enough money to move out, or, if I’m not fortunate, end up penniless and homeless,” you lamented, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you threw your hands up in frustration.

“You tell me.”

With a sigh, you shut your eyes again and threw the blanket over your head, seeking refuge. “At least save it for the morning.”

And the ghost did just that—he saved all of it for the morning, better yet the afternoon. Since that’s when you woke up anyways.

“Do people always eat breakfast past two p.m., or is that a recent trend from the last two decades?” his voice called, cutting through the haze of your half-sleep as you started to eat 

“How old are you even?” you mumbled, cereal gnashing between your teeth.

“Old enough to know that you need more than cereal to sustain a healthy human body.”

“Riveting,” you muttered sarcastically, sipping the milk from the bowl. “Next, you’ll tell me that ‘ghosting’ is a real thing in your realm, too.”

“Actually, it is,” he retorts, his presence somehow stronger than it was in front of a mirror, “Happen to be doing it right now. Having some fun.”

“Is that your idea of fun? Stalking me from beyond the grave?”

“Call it what you want, but I’m just trying to keep you company,” he replied, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon. “Besides, who else is going to breathe some life into your dull existence other than someone who’s already checked out of theirs?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms with a playful huff. “Great. Just what I need—my own ghostly life coach. What’s next? A seminar on the benefits of double-scrubbing the bathtub?

It was meaningless stuff, really. The kind of chatter that filled the air like background noise, a gentle distraction from the world outside your walls. Yet, for someone who was supposed to be dead, he had an uncanny knack for conversation, it only made you assume the type of person he was alive. He could turn the mundane into clear images, painting vivid pictures with his stories about the afterlife—or, more accurately, his gripes about it. Not that you asked for it, but, it was like being told a grand story. Stories you could not for the life of you stop listening to for some reason.

“Okay, ghostie—”

“Jeonghan,” he corrected. “Say it with me slowly. Jeong. Han.”

“Mmh, ghostie! I’ll be back after the laundry is done.”

“No way you’re saving money with how often you—”

“Bye bye, poltergeist!” You cut him off with a wave, stepping out with a load full of laundry.

You had noticed how quickly the days were slipping by, how time seemed to blur when you shared your space with someone—or rather, something—that could actually respond to you in real-time. It was a strange kind of companionship, one that made you forget just how much solitude had weighed on you before.

The passing days also reminded you just how much you needed a breather, to clear your head from this bizarre living arrangement. And somehow, your laundry had piled up, more than it ever should have for someone unemployed who barely left the house. It was odd. Almost like time itself was moving faster, dragging the mess along with it.

“Hey, right on schedule—Thursdays and every other Monday and today’s Monday..”

You almost forgot about Seungkwan amidst all the supernatural nonsense swirling around you, but seeing him brought back memories of your last encounter, and you quickly put on a smile. “Hey there! Look at you, recognizing my laundry schedule too.”

“Thought I’d return the favor since you were kind enough to remember mine. Hope that’s okay,” he replied, his tone light.

You piled your laundry into the machine, carefully measuring out some freshly opened detergent. “It is.”

“Okay… I just want to apologize for being weird the last time we talked,” he said, shifting slightly as he leaned against the machine, his expression turning a bit more serious. 

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you assured him.

“I just… I don’t know.” He glanced down at the floor, his brows furrowing slightly. “My mind went blank, if I’m being honest.”

You smiled reassuringly. “I get that. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

He looked up, a playful grin spreading across his face. “So you think I’m pretty?”

Fuck. “It’s… just an expression.”

He leaned against his machine, his gaze fixed on you. “Didn’t deny it, though.”

You chuckled, feigning exasperation and mirroring his posture against your own machine. “You’re a lot more cocky than I realized, Mr. Seungkwan.”

“Do you like that?”

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were left speechless. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as your thoughts bounced from one corner of your mind to the other until finally, they found themselves running down between your legs in a new form of discomfort. “Umm…” 

You turned away for a moment, breathing to steady yourself, gently patting away your very alive heart.

“I made it weird again, didn’t I?” he said, his voice laced with a hint of regret.

You spun back around, shaking your head. “No. No! It just took me by surprise.”

“Sorry about that.” Not sounding all that sorry.

“That’s…more than I’m used to,” you admitted, a slight heat creeping onto your cheeks.

“Thank you?” he replied, a grin tugging at his lips.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound brightening the air between you and making the moment feel lighter and more vibrant. Just then, the machine beeped, a sharp sound signaling that your clothes were done, pulling you away from the heated exchange.

A comfortable silence enveloped you both, but this time it felt different—like the crackling of kindling in the perfect moment when fireflies come out, illuminating the night as brightly as the stars in the sky. You exchanged a quiet glance, catching a glint reminiscent of those stars in his gaze, and for a second, it felt like the universe was telling you, ‘Hey, maybe there's something here.’

When you finally turned to leave, your smile was the biggest you’d ever had. And when he matched yours, it was like you had just won a bizarre lottery. You probably looked a bit unhinged, standing there grinning at nothing while swaying in the damp weather, but you didn’t care. The butterflies in your stomach danced happily, and you found yourself wishing you could hold on to this moment just a little longer, savoring the warmth it brought.

“You look happy.”

Not even the Ghostbusters’ final boss could ruin that for you.

“Cram it, Beetlejuice Lite,” you shot back, because although you’re in a good mood, you relished finding new names to call Jeonghan besides his own.

You hummed to yourself as you folded and neatly put away your clothes, feeling his cool, lingering presence behind you. He watched, like always—probably thinking up who put sugar in your cereal this morning for you to be in such an uppity mood.

“Well, I’ll be. You’re actually putting your clothes away like a functional human being?” His voice oozed mock surprise, but today, it just rolled right off you.

“Yep! Just felt like it,” you replied cheerfully, sliding the last of the shirts into your drawer with a satisfied nod.

“Strange. I thought laundry was your natural habitat now, seeing how often you’re in there… but I guess that’s thanks to a certain ‘living,’” 

You snapped your drawer shut, the sound echoing through the room as you whipped around to glare at him, immediately pulling you away from the happiness you felt not that long ago. “You—”

“Seungkwan, wasn’t it? Cute kid. Didn’t quite peg him as your type, though.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed, heart doing an involuntary somersault. Of course, he’d noticed. He seemed to notice everything, like some twisted version of a nosy neighbor, only this one didn’t have the decency to keep his opinions to himself. You wanted to fire back, but your brain was moving a step too slow, still caught up on the casual way he dropped Seungkwan's name. How long had he been watching you both at the laundromat?

“You’re stalking me outside of the apartment now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My spirit may be bound to this place,” he replied with an air of nonchalance, “but my soul can roam as it pleases.”

“Spirit? Soul? Aren’t they the same thing?”

He tilted his head, giving you a patronizing smile. “Not quite. My soul travels freely, observing everything within a reasonable distance—it’s not tethered to the apartment like my spirit is. My spirit stays here, out of my control.”

“So, you spied on me just because you could?”

"Call it research. Gathering intel." He shrugged. "Besides, it's not like you were doing anything interesting."

"Oh, I'm so glad I could provide you with such riveting entertainment.”

You shook your head, leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind you, only to have Jeonghan pass through it. "You know, for a ghost, you're surprisingly annoying."

"For a flesh-and-blood mortal, you're remarkably unfazed," he observes, his ethereal voice echoing slightly. "Most wouldn't last a day with my...unique brand of housekeeping."

You paused, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, well, I'm not most people."

“So,” he began, “about this Seungkwan guy…”

You stiffened, feeling your cheeks heat up. “What about him?”

“Just curious,” he replied casually, though there was a glint in his eyes. “He seems... nice.”

“He is,” you mumbled, suddenly finding your laundry far more interesting than the conversation again.

“And you like him?”

Your heart raced in your chest. “I don’t know,” you admitted, the words almost sticking in your throat. “Maybe.”

“Does he like you?”

You hesitated, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. “…I don’t know yet.”

There was a beat of silence before he offered, “Want some help with that?”

“No. What? How would you even do that?” You narrowed your eyes, already regretting entertaining this conversation.

He started circling you, wearing a grin that screamed trouble, like a cat ready to pounce. “The only time my soul and spirit are truly joined,” he began in a low, conspiratorial tone, “is when I possess a body and take control of their flesh.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where is this going, Bloody Maury? Skip to the part that makes sense.”

He stopped directly in front of you, arms crossed. “Well, if you’re interested in ‘skipping to the good parts,’ I could possess your body. Help you say what’ll win over Seungkwan in no time.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Why in the hell would I be dumb enough to let you do that?”

He snickered, leaning in with a smug look. “Because you’re desperate and haven’t slept with anyone the entire time we’ve lived together.”

“…You talk too much.”

“Think about it,” he continued, unbothered by your glare. “You’ve already got a foot in the door with him. You just need a little boost. I can help.”

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. “This sounds like some high-level scheme to take over my body. Then I’ll end up stuck sharing it with a ghost, screaming into the depths of my soul for eternity. Thanks, but no thanks.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve been watching too much supernatural TV. And besides, if I wanted to possess your body for good, I would’ve done it a long time ago. I do have some principles, you know. Consent and all.”

You shook your head, unimpressed. “Nope. I still can’t trust you, ghostie.”

Jeonghan, ever the persistent undead, didn’t know the meaning of giving up—and by now, you should’ve expected as much. And maybe, just maybe, his constant, incessant persuading was starting to wear you down. Sharing the same space day in and day out gave him the upper hand. He knew your quirks, your weak spots—the best and worst parts of you.

These past few days, you weren’t sure if you were going insane by agreeing with a ghost, or if he was actually starting to make some sense.

As you stared off at him, basking in the cool autumn air slipping through the balcony, you started to wonder if his intentions were not as venomous or malicious as you initially thought. There was a strange, quiet sadness in his eyes as if he longed for something he couldn’t put into words. Something that you couldn’t understand even if you tried.

“Am I really so pathetic that the ‘phantom reject’ is willing to help me with my love life?”

Jeonghan glanced at you with mild interest, noticing the way your curiosity had piqued. You sat comfortably on the couch, your elbow propped on the armrest, cheek nestled in your palm, as you observed him. He quietly approached, given that his feet were intangible and didn’t reach the ground, the silence was deafening and he lowered his head to level with you, staring back at you with so much intent it burned to feel his gaze.

He titled his head, brimming with pride. “Well, let’s just say I’ve never been rejected in my life. So.”

“You really think this’ll work for me?”you asked, skepticism lacing your tone.

“Of course,” he replied, with a grin. “You’ve got me.”

You were really considering it—letting a ghost help with your love life. Was this truly insane? Maybe. But it felt like it was worth a shot.

God, this was pathetic. And for once, you had something to be genuinely afraid of. And funny enough, it wasn’t possession. Until, well… maybe it was.

Life had never quite prepared you for this. Standing in your bedroom, surrounded by the overflowing pile of dirty clothes in the corner, you realized you’d put this off long enough—both the laundry and the body possession. You let out a shaky breath, glancing nervously from the mess to Jeonghan. 

His presence loomed, just as insistent as the neglected chores, and you had to steady yourself, mentally sorting through how you’d ended up in this bizarre situation. Laundry? Fine. Ghost possession? Not something you thought was possible. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to assess the ridiculousness of it all.

“Okay, Grim Peeper, let’s do this.”

Jeonghan chuckled softly as you tried, and failed, to shake off the nerves. His movements were deliberate as he approached, eyes narrowing in focus. He watched how the tension gripped your shoulders, the way your breath quickened despite your best efforts to stay calm. His presence felt heavier, and as he took his position in front of you, the air around him seemed to still. 

You could feel the weight of what was about to happen, the looming absurdity of it all. Jeonghan, who usually exuded a kind of careless charm, now looked oddly concentrated, as if he were preparing for something he rarely had the chance to do. His expression, though still smug, carried a certain gravity. But in all honesty, he wasn’t really sure what to expect.

“I’m about to make contact,” Jeonghan said, his tone unusually serious. “It’s going to feel a bit disorienting at first—like a cold shiver running down your spine. But after a few seconds, your mind will adjust, and it’ll feel like nothing ever happened. My voice will echo in your head, almost like it’s your own thoughts. I’ll let you know when it’s me taking control.”

His hands hovered over your shoulders, a ghostly chill brushing against your skin. For a split second, there was something oddly reassuring in his dead, sullen eyes. "You'll be okay. I promise, nothing will go wrong."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down. "Alright, I trust you." Then you glanced at him, a small smirk forming. "But seriously, what do you get out of all this? Helping me, I mean. I won’t judge... Boo-dini."

He let out a short laugh, tilting his head slightly as if considering how to answer. “I…want to remember what it’s like to feel alive again. See what I missed out on.”

“That’s fair,” you nodded, understandably.

“Expected more from me, humie?”

You shrugged. “Thought you’d have a deeper back story, but that’s fine.”

Jeonghan scoffed softly, giving you a teasing smirk before he began. In an instant, he was there—and then he wasn’t. The shift was so sudden it left you reeling. Just as he’d predicted, a shiver rippled down your spine, cold and unsettling. But what he hadn’t mentioned were the flashes of unfamiliar images that flickered behind your eyes, moments you’d never lived but somehow felt were real.

They came and went so fast, you couldn’t make sense of them—fleeting fragments of his past, perhaps, or echoes of something even older.

‘How are you?’ he voice said, interrupting your thoughts.

You quietly nodded, reassuring him.

‘Very well then. Your lead, dear host.’

You wandered into the laundromat with your overstuffed hamper, feeling a bit like a laundry pirate hauling treasure—or dirty socks—across the high seas. You’d made the executive–and rightfully cowardly–decision to skip your usual laundry day, and now it was leading up to this very moment. Jeonghan stayed mostly dormant in your body as you claimed an empty machine, the back of your head itchy knowing another being was sharing your body that has led you this far. And now it was going to lead you to get laid.

It was like clockwork. Any minute now, Seungkwan would stroll in, and Jeonghan would take over, handling all the nerve-wracking nonsense you'd rather avoid.

‘Don’t be nervous,’ his voice echoed, ‘I almost thought it was my own heart racing, then I remembered I’m dead.’

“Sorry,” you muttered softly under your breath, ignoring the supernatural’s attempt at a joke.

‘It’s fine. Everything will be fine.’

“I know,” you sighed.

“You know what?”

You spun around, facing Seungkwan, who’d entered with that casual, friendly energy you always admired. He smiled, raising an eyebrow at your startled expression.

"Seungkwan!" you blurted out, trying to push the embarrassment down as far as it would go.

“Hey, neighbor,” he greeted, already moving toward his machine, gently separating colors from whites. “How are you?”

“Good—Great! Why do you ask?”

He gave you a light shrug, glancing up with a playful grin. “Just sounded like you were talking to yourself.”

“Well, who doesn’t?” you quipped, trying to play it cool. “Sometimes thinking out loud helps clear the head noise, right?”

“Right,” he said, stretching with an amused smile, clearly entertained by your odd, jittery energy.

‘Wow, thank god you have me.’

You quietly cursed Jeonghan in your head for making this harder than it needed to be, before mustering up the nerve to approach Seungkwan, fingers nervously fidgeting.

"Hey, so... you mentioned you were going to be out of town for Halloween, right?"

Seungkwan looked up, surprised and then grinned. "You remembered! Yeah, what’s up?"

You hesitated for a second, feeling Jeonghan’s smug presence lingering somewhere in the back of your mind. "I thought..."

Seungkwan leaned casually against the now-humming washer, hands tucked in his pockets, his curious gaze fixed on you. "Yeah?"

You tried to keep your cool, but the moment the words "we could do something" left your mouth, your brain started to short-circuit. Seungkwan turned to you with that easygoing grin of his, waiting for you to elaborate, and you could already feel the awkwardness creeping in.

Jeonghan’s voice chimed in, ‘You’re fumbling. Let me take over.’

Before you could protest, the familiar shiver ran down your spine. Suddenly, everything felt distant—your limbs moved, but you weren't fully in control anymore.

Jeonghan’s smooth voice came out of your mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I was thinking, maybe we could hang out before you head out of town? You know, catch a movie, grab a drink, something low-key, say my place?"

Seungkwan's smile widened, surprised but clearly intrigued. "You want to hang out with me?”

Jeonghan, still in control of your voice, replied effortlessly, "Of course." Before you could even process what was happening, your feet began to move on their own, gliding across the floor like a spy on a secret mission. Jeonghan closed the distance between you and Seungkwan, and suddenly, your hands were fidgeting with the hem of Seungkwan's shirt. “I figure it’s a good excuse to steal some of your time before Halloween hits."

Your heart raced, and you mentally screamed at Jeonghan, Okay, okay, that’s enough! I can take it from here!

But he was on a roll. "Tomorrow?" Seungkwan asked, leaning casually against the washing machine, though the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot betrayed his nervousness. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Tomorrow’s perfect," Jeonghan responded smoothly, maintaining the effortless flow of the conversation. "I’ll text you the details."

With each word, your body felt like it was moving on autopilot, and while you were horrified by the lack of control, a part of you couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. Jeonghan was nailing it, but the closeness to Seungkwan was almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, Seungkwan playfully entwined his fingers with yours, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through your hand, as his grin graced his face. Your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, savoring the warmth of the connection. When you opened them, you found an unreadable expression on his face—intense and smoldering. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, his voice slightly softer now. “Looking forward to it.”

The way he held your gaze made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, the world around you faded into a soft blur. Even though Jeonghan was in control, your thoughts tangled with the heat of the moment, coursing through you like a fever. 

As soon as Seungkwan turned away to his laundry with a lingering grin, Jeonghan released control, and the reins were back in your hands. You blinked, still a bit disoriented from the possession.

‘See? Easy,’ Jeonghan’s voice echoed smugly in your mind.

‘You’re impossible,’ you shot back.

‘But effective.’

That night, you tackled all the prep work you knew you needed to get done. It had been a while since you’d done anything like this, and you definitely had some dust bunnies and spiderwebs in your attic.

“Humie–oh.”

“Jeonghan! What the hell?” Your eyes flew open as you scrambled to pull the shower curtain over your bare legs, the chill of the water sending a shiver up your spine from the products strewn haphazardly at the edge of the sink. “Do you fucking mind?”

“Well, well. Look at you, all cleaned up. At least yourself, anyway. Can’t say the same for the bathroom floor—or that mountain of grooming products over there.”

You gripped your makeshift cover-up a little tighter, groaning in frustration. “Privacy, please! I barely have any as it is.”

“I’m just saying, I’m proud of you. Now, if you manage to sweep up after, I might even give you a round of applause.”

“Out!” you snapped, glaring.

He shrugged, turning to leave with an impish grin. “Hey, roommates catch each other with their pants down one way or another.”

If you weren’t already a bundle of nerves, Jeonghan was getting far too comfortable for your liking. Leading up to that night and the big day, he had been dishing out advice on everything from what to wear to what movie to play, right down to critiquing the meager food stock in your fridge.

“That’s it, you need to go grocery shopping.”

“I can't afford that right now!”

“Just get Instacart. I don’t care. This apartment is as bare-bones as it gets.”

“I have popcorn, soda, and some chocolate for Halloween when I'm giving them out.”

“First of all, popcorn isn’t actually food. Second, prebiotic soda doesn’t count as real soda. And if you can get chocolate, then you can definitely manage to buy some real groceries.”  

But just as you were about to respond, luck decided to abandon you with a sharp knock at the door. “No time!” you hissed, “now scr—oh, you’re already gone.”  

One moment he was there, and the next, he had vanished. Now, it was all on you, and nothing felt more nerve-wracking. You tugged your shorts down just enough to cover the rest of your bottom, anxiety buzzing in your chest. Your hand hovered over the doorknob as you took a deep breath, trying to muster some confidence before swinging it open to reveal who was waiting outside.

“Seungkwan, hey!”  

“Hey!” he grinned, his Halloween-themed vest adding a playful touch to his outfit as he juggled a couple of bags in his arms. “You didn’t ask, but I thought I’d surprise you with some food. Pumpkin-spiced spaghetti and meatballs.”  

“Oh, uhhh…”  

He burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m just messing with you! It’s actually butternut squash gnocchi and some stuffed peppers that look like pumpkins.”  

“Oh, thank God! That sounds amazing.”  

“Yeah, it’s festive without going overboard.”  

You nodded in agreement, feeling a warm rush of relief. “Come in.”  

As you stepped aside to let him in, you couldn’t help but notice how wholesomely he was dressed compared to your casual attire. Suddenly, you felt a pang of self-consciousness.  

“I like your sweater,” you said, trying to mask your growing insecurity.  

He looked down, a hint of modesty crossing his face. “Yeah, I think it’s just the right amount of festive, but—”  

“It’s festive but not overboard,” you responded, playfully tossing his words right back at him.  

He grinned, “Exactly!”  

You smiled back, feeling a wave of warmth as Seungkwan's presence began to calm your nerves. As he settled into the familiar space of your apartment, you couldn’t help but discreetly scan the room for any signs of your ghoulish roommate. Half-relieved to find nothing, half-disappointed that your spectral “backup” was nowhere in sight, you let out a quiet sigh. And now it was just you—and the human you actually invited in.

Hesitantly, you eased into the spot next to him on the couch, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. Your hands were jittery as you picked up the remote, scrolling through the movies you’d lined up, your mind racing to figure out what to do next. 

You glanced at him, hoping for some sort of sign or direction, but the words caught in your throat. The longer you scrolled, the more painfully aware you became of the silence, as if it only heightened the nervous tension taking over your body, weirdly missing Jeonghan and how flawlessly he executed what he did yesterday.

"So, movies," you said, aiming the remote at the TV.

"Movies," he echoed, mimicking your tone.

“I mean,” You raised a brow. "What do you have in mind? And there is a right answer."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Alright, I love Halloween, but..."

"But?" you pressed, leaning in slightly.

"I... really can’t handle scary movies. Halloween Town is probably my limit."

"Halloween Town? The kids’ movie?"

"Hey, don’t knock it. They had great graphics!"

"They had awful graphics!" you shot back, incredulous.

He grinned, half-joking but clearly standing by his point. "Yeah, now. But for its time?”

You shook your head in playful disbelief, unable to hold back a smile. “You’re ridiculous. But fine, your choice.”

You were left with very few options. Seungkwan had suggested a few festive, family-friendly titles, but you managed to persuade him to consider a couple of mild thrillers—some stupid but perfectly on theme.

“The zombie version of Twilight? Seriously? Zombies?" he repeated, stressing the idea with disbelief.

You shrugged, smiling from his reaction. “You might like it.”

He dropped his head in defeat, cute little whines escaping his pursed lips. “Fine, but you’d better be my shield for this, okay, neighbor?” 

The movie began to play, the take-out boxes popped open, and your nerves were on high alert, vibrating like something else does on a normal Friday night for you. Except now, it was just you and the incredible realization that the man you're very much interested in was mere inches away. You were a fucking wreck.

Surprisingly, Seungkwan was genuinely enjoying the film, finding unexpected humor and charm in the cringeworthy blockbuster. His laughter was soothing and infectious, gradually easing your nerves until you started to feel normal again. Why were you like this?

Wait, you felt normal again, but what was normal?

Before you fully grasped what had happened in that fleeting moment of clarity, your hand made contact with Seungkwan, trailing lightly up his forearm. He immediately turned to face you, and your eyes locked, but suddenly they felt as if they belonged to someone else as if you were watching a different kind of film—a film where you were a separate character, experiencing everything from an alternate reality.

“Seungkwan,” your voice spoke, sounding foreign and distant as if someone else were taking control. Jeonghan? 

‘It was so painful to watch.’

Jeonghan guided your hand to brush against Seungkwan's ear, teasingly grazing the tip and relishing the warmth that bloomed between your fingers.

“Hey,” he replied, his nerves speaking for him. “Is something wrong?”

A low chuckle escaped from the depths of your throat, echoing Jeonghan’s playful menace. “You didn’t think we were just going to watch a movie, did you?”

Seungkwan audibly gulped, his eyes darting around as anxiety crept in. “We aren’t?”

“What’s the matter?” Jeonghan leaned in closer, your lips brushing against Seungkwan’s ear. “Where’s that confidence you had yesterday?”

Seungkwan suddenly tossed a pillow onto his lap, speechless and blushing fiercely. “Sorry,” he stammered, caught off guard. “I never anticipated—”

“Oh, really? You never expected to do something other than watching movies?” Your hand gently cupped his cheek, and you could feel Seungkwan melt into your touch with a gentle whimper.

A delighted sigh escaped you, fueled by Jeonghan’s newfound confidence coursing through your veins as your thumb traced the curve of Seungkwan’s Adam’s apple, feeling the rapid thrum of his pulse beneath your fingertips.

“You didn’t think for a second, I’d–you know–keep the night as is, did you?”

He softly groaned in his throat, feeling the tension seep inside him. “Are you suggesting?”

“I don’t want to just watch movies with you, Seungkwan. It’d be more fun to make our own. Isn’t that right?”

“...yes. God, yes.”

He leaned in, cradling your face in his hands, and pressed his lips to yours in a swift, hungry kiss, sending a surge of electricity through you as your tension unraveled in waves. His weight dipped against your body, pinning you against the rough tweed of the couch. His soft moans mingled with your breaths, muffled yet threatening, as if he were desperate to let loose and explore the desire in his heart while you were within reach.

‘That’s it.’

Your hand held the back of his head, catching strands between your fingers and tugged, ravaging his lips as if it’d be the last time you’d get a chance. You weren’t sure when Jeonghan gave you back your control, but in the heat of the moment, none of it mattered.

He tasted like a life force, fueling the fire burning in your loins and the fire kindling in your stomach; he had you wanting more with every passing second. His hands grabbed you recklessly, throwing his weight against you and squeezing your flesh until it was tender and malleable in his hands. This wasn’t something to unfold on the couch, you thought—not when a big, inviting bed lay just a few steps away, calling for you.

Your feet regained enough feeling to guide you off the couch, and before you knew it, you were stumbling toward your room, feverish and driven, with no thought of turning back. Your hands found his clothes, teasing beneath his holiday vest and up his torso, admiring the smooth flush of skin that graced your senses. He gasped, succumbing to your excitement and leaned into it, falling seamlessly into your rhythm.

“Didn’t want to stretch this, but,” he pulled the vest and shirt beneath over his head, tossing them aside in the corner. You let your hand linger longer on his body, running along the curve of his spine as he pulled you closer.

Seungkwan grasped your waist, savoring your lips with gentle strokes of his tongue before lifting you from the ground and onto the bed. Your bodies crushed against one another, peeling off articles of clothing one piece at a time until you were almost bare, expertly taking you apart to have you whole. All to himself as far as he knew.

“Seungkwan,” you called out in pleas, hands cradling the back of his neck as his hair fell over his eyes. “I want you so bad…”

“You’re telling me,” he managed to breathe out,  gripping your underwear at its hem and scrapping it over your hips as he pulled them down. “I’ve thought about you ever since I met you.”

Your heart bloomed in your chest, pleasantly startled by his confession. Your hands ran through his hand, pushing them over his forehead despite knowing they’d only fall back in place. “You were always so…friendly.”

He smiled, pressing it against the corner of your lips and decorating your cheeks and jaw with kisses. “Yeah. I always hoped that we’d be more than just friendly.”

“Well, mission accomplished.” You pulled him back into a lip lock, parting your legs to give him access.

‘Look at all the fun you’re having.’

Jeonghan was like a wandering whisper, weaving through your thoughts as Seungkwan enveloped your senses. Seungkwan’s hands were on your body, touching what’s yours and making it his, where Jeonghan could feel it as much as you could, and you knew it. He got off on this just as much as you did.

‘Feel him rubbing that pretty pussy of yours.’

“So wet…” Seungkwan said with ache, sounding like he was pleading.

His digits found your sensitivity and thumbed over your clit, stimulating you until your voice rang but the last thing you were doing was speaking. You became fluent in moans, fluid in body language, and perfect in Seungkwan. Your breath dragged on, panting against him as your leg hooked to his side, holding him with urgency.

‘So fucking horny…you were begging to be fucked, hmm?’

You couldn’t help but nod, hand lowering to find Seungkwan’s raging erection just within reach. He softly gasped, thrusting into your touch as you held his shaft, stroking his length that felt so full in your hands. So stiff, yet warm to the touch, almost tasting the tension on your tongue. 

‘Look at that size, huh? Imagine how that feels in you. Stretching your pussy and making you feel so full? Doesn’t that sound amazing?’

“I need you in me Seungkwan.” You begged in desperate pants, gripping him by the forearms. “I want to feel you inside me.”

There was a certain eagerness in his eyes, the kind that said he would do anything and everything for you in a heartbeat and succeed. You weren’t dealing with any average guy that wanted to get off. “Fuck,” he whispered, before lifting his upper body, putting himself on full display.

His physique was magnificent in every way, tantalizing and captivating like nothing you’ve ever encountered. You had an inkling of what he looked like under all his clothes, the veins always so prominent on his forearms and hands when he strained to reach something on a shelf, the line of his back when his lifted shirt revealed just a sliver of skin, or his wide hips, baring an ass so round and full they look like they came straight out of the oven. Never have you ever wanted to run your hands over something, nor have you ever wanted to sink your teeth into something. Yet, here was Seungkwan: utterly delectable.

Seungkwan dragged you by the ankles, moving you effortlessly as he angled himself between your legs, your molten heat practically dripping at the sight of him. His groan bounced off the walls, hand coming over your inner thighs and gently massaging your skin. As his kisses started to pepper over your legs, you felt your pussy physically throb, damned to eternal craving.

“You look like heaven,” He cried against your thighs. “Any protection?”

“It’s right–oh.” You picked up a rubber conveniently left at your nightstand, then handed it to Seungkwan. ‘You‘re welcome.’

He set it aside with a smile and instead of putting it on, his face fell on your heat. He tasted you like it was worship; the dance of his tongue was his prayers, while your response flowed like a cascade of blessings. You whined when you felt him pursed around your clit, teeth barely grazing you as he sucked down like you’re the last bit of syrup in a dessert.

At the same time, his eyes glazed over to yours, a hand hovering over your chest, inaudibly asking permission, and when you gave him a wordless nod, he grabbed handfuls of your breasts. He kneaded you between his knuckles, rolling your buds between his fingers, and having you surrender to his chase.

“Seungkwan, please…”

Seungkwan’s eyes glimmered with pride, a sultry testament to the depth of his exploration. The longer he ventured, the more you found ogasmic relief, feeling every ounce of his efforts and every ounce of his pleasure. You held him by his hair, leg anchoring over his back, feeling his tongue massage your inner walls. His voice vibrates inside you, somehow stealing your breath, and filling you with utter euphoria. 

‘You feel that? How much he wants you? How much he craves you. He’s been waiting for this day. And you should reward him. Don’t you think?’

You tugged him up, watch him gasping for air, replace one pair of lips with another. You flipped him on his back, gaining momentum, and relishing in the power of control, and swallowing his gasps. You aligned the hilt of his cock towards you, ensuring you wrapped it protection before it sat between the slit of your folds. 

Seungkwan tilted his head back, his eyes glistening with desire as he admired you, his gaze revealing his thoughts like an open book.  "You're so sexy," he murmured, the words spilling out without hesitation. While his look said it all, hearing it felt like a heated rush of affirmation, and it made you want him more.

You pushed his length in you, feeling his size pulsate through you, and a moan managed to pass through your lips. Shivers ran down through you, goosebumps pebbling your skin, and you realized the raging presence of Seungkwan was going to be the death of you. As he rocked inside you, he held your hips in place, guiding your form up and down on lap, adjusting to your squeeze, and adjusting to how it contracts. “Oh my god, please, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Just like I wanted,” You teased. 

Your lips brushed against his neck, grazing your teeth over his skin before making passionate kisses to his neck, grinding down on his body until there isn’t a hint of space between your bodies. You were growing weary–albeit needy–chasing a high that was so close to be conquered. You felt it, Seungkwan felt it, and damn well Jeonghan felt it. You needed more, just a little more.

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of your lungs, as if something vital had escaped from within you, and your movements were put to a halt. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, pushing the hair way from your face. “Not sure what happened. I promise–”

“Don’t apologize to me, Humie.”

You heard his voice—or rather, an echo of Jeonghan’s voice—calling from below you, and as you met his gaze in Seungkwan’s eyes, your expression widened in shock. “Jeonghan,” you declared menacingly.

“In the flesh. Well, not my own, but you get the idea,” he quipped.

You nudged at the body beneath you, careful of not hurting the host. “Get out of this poor human’s body right now! What happened to consent?”

“Oh, he’s very much consenting to the thrill of this level of intimacy,” Jeonghan replied, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“Not when it involves a literal ghost!”

“Relax, he won’t remember a thing. My spirit won’t let him. All he’ll recall is the good time he had,” the body thief winked playfully.

“Bullshit! Do what’s right and let the boy go.”

“But I am doing what’s right.” His grip tightened around your hips, pushing Seungkwan’s cock deeper in you as if it was possible and ebbing weak moans from as he pulled you closer, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. “So right.”

“J-Jeonghan,” you stammered, your pulse quickening.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore, Humie. You looked absolutely ravishing. I had to experience you for myself.”

Your head was screaming all kinds of denial, but your body thrived off his confidence, his energy was flowing through you, splitting through you and hitting a spot of pliancy. This was so wrong. “This…this is violating…for him…”

“But you love it, don’t you? It’s like a wicked thrill, a tantalizing pleasure that feeds your deepest, most tumultuous desires.”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the pulsating cock rocking your very core. “And what kind of desires is that?”

“You want us both,” he answered plainly. “The human and me.”

You shook your head, fingers tightening around Seungkwan’s shoulders in a desperate bid for security as you fought against Jeonghan’s seductive temptations. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Then, why don’t you get off of me?”

“It’s Seungkwan I can’t get off of,” You clarified.

You could recognize Jeonghan’s smile, even though it was plastered on Seungkwan’s face—so conniving, so devilish. It exuded an intoxicating power that was inhumane, but irresistible. “But it's me you’re riding–and fucking hell–you look so good doing it.”

“Jeonghan…” You whimpered, pleading for release from his coercion, but as you feared, mercy eluded you entirely.

“Yes,” His palm rode up your body, his lips parting in haughty confidence. “Beg for me, beg for me to fuck you full.”

“...Fuck it. I want you to fuck me full.” You accepted him, feeling the tension of the cock inside you, ripple waves straight into your heat. 

Mindlessly, you accepted his domineering hand that landed on your mouth, feeling it travel past your lips, parting way with his thumb. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking them like candy, and the shame that once enveloped your paradoxical feelings dissipated, leaving only a deep hunger in its wake. 

Whether it was Jeonghan or Seungkwan beneath you, it was all true to its very core. You had an undeniable infatuation for your cute neighbor and a strange fascination with the handsome ghost. The connection you felt with both was more than palpable, leaving you with an unexplained frenzy of emotions that would require extensive therapy. You knew the logical choice was the one who was alive, but you had never considered that you could have both—especially not in such a chaotic, unorthodox three-way.

“Look at what a slut you are for us, your lips so perfect wrapped around these slender fingers of his.”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” you quietly muttered to yourself, grinding harder, sucking Seungkwan’s fingers deeper, and gradually succumbing to Jeonghan’s demands.

Jeonghan let out a deep, rolling laugh that resonated from Seungkwan’s core, a sound so rich and dark it sent a momentary unease through you. “You’re simply giving into your desires, why fight it?”

“You damn well know why,” you spat out his fingers and gritted your teeth.

“Now that’s not nice,” His hand covered the shape of your ass, cupping them in his palms, “Do I need to show you how to be nicer to me?”

“Jeonghan,” you groaned, feeling his digits dig into your flesh as he spread them apart. 

“What’s that, baby?” he experimented, “Looks like I have to make this a teaching opportunity after all? Because you can’t show your gratitude?”

“Jeonghan, please.”

“Well, if you insist.” With an unexplainable, arcane, supernatural force, the dynamics were switched and Jeonghan had you on your stomach, ass conveniently placed in from of him. 

“Jeonghan!”

"I always knew you looked good from every angle, but wow—this one is something else." His hand glided over your curves, Seungkwan’s cock splitting down your divide, you grasped your thirst.

Anticipation was wreaking havoc on your sanity, leaving you in a deafening silence as you waited for Jeonghan to make his move, impatience following. “Will you just–”

A hand clashed against your backside, your skin stinging from impact, and relieving you from a ched yelp. Jeonghan braced you against a groin, the erection nudging at your skin. “So needy,” he chuckled. You felt the tip tease along your slit, eventually filling you up in that familiar way.

You whimper, the size still enticingly foreign, and back into his weight, feel yourself travel all the way down to the base.

“And impatient,” Jeonghan softly groans, grounding himself to you in careful, yet sharp thrusts.

You balled your sheets into fists, your voice muffled as you buried your face in a pillow.

He chuckled against his skin. “That good?”

“Y-yes,” you helplessly whispered.

He slammed down on you, releasing a squeaky spring sound from the bed, both embarrassing and strangely arousing. “Even when I do that?”

“Yes…more please…”

Jeonghan repeated the move, finding a steady rhythm, and watched as your skin and flesh recoiled back against him. He could feel his host basking in the intensity of this pleasure, tears swelling his eyes as your moans echoed in his ears, memorizing from the decibels your voice reached, to the way you looked from behind, and even how the flesh of thighs spilled when you collapsed wearily on the mattress.

“Insane,” He said in hushed whispers.

“Stop it,” you whined.

“Stop what? Showing you how fucking perfect you are taking my cock?” He grunted.

You pressed your lips in a firm lip, clawing down on the bed as your core tightened, every pound drilling into you, giving into his indulgence and taking you along with him. He made every thrust count as the echo of skin slapping faded into the background.

“Oh please, help me cum.” You begged. “Please, please, please…”

His pace quickened, his rhythm erratic. “Yeah, you want your cum to coat around my cock like a good little whore.”

“Yes, Jeonghan please, just give it to me.”

“You asked, and you shall receive.”

Finally, he bottomed out into you, unleashing the reins he held to prolong this moment and cut them lose. Your body was no longer yours, weakened by the spirit draining your energy. Your jaw fell slack, unable to close, a waning moaning stretching for miles, ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

You said one name, then another, and then again. This was really confusing but you were here, pounded into oblivion for what it seem endless eternity, until you realized you were full and not with what you had initially anticipated. In the remenance of fatigue from the sex, you fail to notice the lack of protetction seeing as proof of you supernatural rendezvous was seeping out of you like a slow river.

“Jeonghan!” 

“What?” he drowsily answered as he claimed the side of the bed besides you, evidently using the extent of Seungkwan’s body.

“What the fuck happened to the condom?”

“Please, that’s my own cum.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ectoplasm, you know. Comes from all sorts of places.”

“I hate you so much—am I gonna get pregnant with ghost kids?”

“Relax, and no you aren’t. It’s as effective as…something really ineffective–fuck, I’m tired.”

“And Seungkwan. What about Seungkwan?”

“He’s fine and his release became as good as mine when I possessed his body. His soul is asleep right about now, having a catnap. Now come here.” he pulled you towards him, throwing your covers over you and keeping you away from the draft into to room, slipping you into his arms. “Stop tiring yourself out any further and rest. Everything will be fine when he wakes up like a man that got laid: amazing.”

“Fine,” you muttered with heavy eye lids, “but only because im really tired.”

And from that moment sleep was easy.

You woke up to those same arms, now only asleep and less “ghost-like” and snuggled up closer to him, a newly acclaimed heat source. A soft chuckle escaped him, holding you tighter in his embrace as a kiss fell on the top of your forehead. “Hey there.”

You smile, cupping the side of his face in your hand. “Hi.”

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he said, planting another kiss on your nose. “Is it weird to say it felt so good I kinda blacked out?”

“Ha,” you shook your head, knowing the truth, “No, but thank you for the massive compliment.”

He grinned, a flush of red coating his cheeks, before pulling you into a deep and wonderful kiss, entanging his legs with yours. He seeped into realization when he found the mess between your legs, untouched since sex. “Oh shit, I did that, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay, I…have some sort of protection.”

“One moment.” Seungkwan came up naked from the bed, momentarily left the room, and with a noticeably wet hand towel. “I usually have an extra clean one on hand for after my workout. Glad I brought a backpack for no reason today.

As he inched closer, he sat between your legs, uncovering you from the blanket, and politely asked if he could help. When he received your consent, he brought it up to the mess, gently swiping between every crevice, ridding any remnants of cum that might have been left over. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you reassured, visibly gushing.

“Of course, I do.” He insisted, a sincere smile gracing his features. “It's my pleasure taking care of you.”

It was so disorienting going from the original to Jeonghan’s version and back to the original Seungkwan. As if you were once looking through a window of an alternate reality. Still a lot to process what happened.

“I don’t usually do this,” you try explaining yourself, “I just…I’ve been into you for a long time and I just thought, maybe, you felt the same.”

“I do,” he pressed his lips to your inner thigh. “A lot.”

“So you wouldn’t mind seeing me again?”

“I wouldn’t object to the idea,” he grinned, “especially if we get to do what we did to make me black out in the first place.”

[cheollvrs]

WARNING 🔞 NSFW AUDIO

🎀 seungkwan forgot to hang up the phone and accidentally let you hear his pretty moans while he was jerking his cock thinking of you. . .

© CHEOLLVRS

[jjunberry]

❝ swallow it ❞

vocal unit x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: spit play, slight choking, unprotected sex, creampie,rough sex, dom boys, sub reader

wc: 200 mlist

jihoon did it to assert dominance. he was jealous of you spending time with the others. so here you were, being fucked into oblivion. he had your hands pinned with his as he snapped his hips into yours. when your mouth opened he took his chance and spit. your eyes widened and you moaned, “swallow it,” you did as he said.

jeonghan just wanted to try, he never expected for either of you to like it. one of your legs were on his shoulder, his hands on your hips as he thrust into you. “hannie,” you opened your mouth. he was quick to spit inside he watched you swallow it. “fuck,” he grunted thrusting harder. he was definitely doing that again.

joshua got caught up in the moment. he didn’t really realize it happened until you swallowed. his hips were thrusting into you deeply, “a-again shua,” he pulled back and hovered above your mouth with his, the spit dropping onto your awaiting tongue. “swallow it,” as you swallowed he shot his load into you.

seokmin didn’t think you were serious when you finally agreed. his thrusting all but stopped when you opened your mouth. “do it,” he smirked before spitting into your mouth. “fuck, swallow it all,” he resumed his rough thrusting once you swallowed every drop he gave you.

seungkwan was shy at first. did you really want him to do that? those thoughts quickly left when he was thrusting into you deeply. you opened your mouth, eyes full of need. “fuck,” he was quick to spit in your mouth filling your needs. you moaned and swallowed it all.

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author’s note: y’all i need woozi so bad its not even funny ….. hehehe 🤭

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[straylightdream]

kiss it all better

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband!boo seungkwan x afb.reader

life isn’t always the easiest. at least you have your incredible husband by your side as you navigate life as a new mother while working a full time job.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): established relationship, romance, comfort, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): husband/married life au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stress from work and life, mentions life after having a baby, seungkwan is #1 dad (not really a warning but he’s hot as father)

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fingering, fooling around in the shower, body worship, fluffy vanilla sex, unprotected intercourse (mc is on birth control)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: I wrote this for seungkwan’s birthday. this is another one of my svt as husbands/fathers series. You can find all those stories here at “my only one”. This idea was suggested by @wondinonara. Thank you for this idea.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

You’ve been together for five years and married for three years. Your daughter just turned one and you always thought you wanted to keep working after having a baby. After your sweet daughter turned four months you made the tough decision to go back to work. After a very long talk with Seungkwan you agreed that your career made more money so you went back to work and Seungkwan became a stay at home dad. Fatherhood suited him well. He’s an amazing father who absolutely adores his daughter.

Work has felt like it’s eating you alive. This is the third day in a row you have worked overtime. By the time you get home your little girl is already tucked into bed. Seungkwan is sitting at the kitchen table with dinner made for both of you and a glass of wine.

“Hi baby,” he says the moment you walk into the kitchen.

“Sorry I’m late again.” There is a guilty feeling eating at you that Seungkwan is basically parenting alone right now.

“It’s okay. Come eat dinner.” Sitting down across from him.

You’re absolutely exhausted. Eating dinner feels like a task. Glancing up Seungkwan is watching you with a concerned look on his face.

“Baby why don’t you take a nice hot shower after dinner?” Seungkwan has always known exactly what you need to do when you’re overly stressed and overly tired.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Standing in the shower you can’t help but sigh watching your husband brush his teeth through the fogged up glass. It’s been two weeks since you and your husband have done anything sexual. By the time you get home from work you don’t have the energy for sex. The most romantic thing that normally happens is your kiss goodnight.

“Kwannie?”

He spits out his toothpaste and looks towards you. “Yeah baby?”

“Can you join me?” You just want to be close with your husband.

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls off his shirt and removes his boxers. Sliding open the glass door he steps in the shower with you. There you used to be a point in time when you were like a couple of horny teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to theirselves. Since becoming parents things have changed a lot. Having a baby has taken up a lot of time and energy from both of you. On top of that you work so much you barely have any time together.

“I miss you,” you sigh.

“Baby you see me every day, how do you miss me?” He’s steps closer to you. The hot water now washes over both of you.

“Let me rephrase. I miss us being able to have sex and be intimate. I miss your touch.”

“Did you want to have sex right now?” A gentle smile is on his lips.

“Aren’t you too tired?” You know he’s had a long day taking care of your daughter.

“To have sex with you? I’m never too tired. Are you?”

“Kind of, but I want you so badly.”

“How about I wash up your body and fool around a little in the shower and then I’ll lay you on the bed and you can be a pillow princess for me?”

“Please.”

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Silently you turn around. His wet body is pressed against yours. One hand rests on your soft stomach. Open mouth kisses are pressed against your neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. His hand cups your wet pussy. His index finger starts toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling your head back, it rests on your husband's shoulder.

“Darling, do you think you can come on my fingers and then I’ll wash you up?”

“Yes.” Seungkwan has always had this ability to make you feel sexy with very little effort. His finger quickly rubs your clit. The bathroom is filled with the echoing sounds of your moans. “Darling, do you like it when I play with you?”

“Seungkwan please-“ Rutting your hips into his hand you desperately want to come. His other hand reaches up massaging your breast. His fingers toy with your nipple while the other continues to play with your pussy. “God-“ your body is tense and close to falling apart. Rolling his hips against your ass you can feel how hard he already is.

“Just let go.” Your body falls apart against him. You feel empty as your walls contract around nothing. Leaning against him as your high washes over you. His arms wrap around your stomach holding you close to him. He placed a gentle wet kiss on the side of your neck. “I love you.”

“Let’s wash you up and then I’ll take care of you.”

-

Slowly he works on drying off your body. Finishing up he presses his lips to yours before tossing the towel in the hamper.

“Go lay down for me baby.”

Laying on your bed resting against the pillows you feel relaxed. This is the best way you think to release your stress. Your very naked husband walks into your room. Crawling onto the bed towards you.

“Let me show you how I worship you,” he says with his voice low. He spreads your legs. Making a trail of kisses from your knee down to your pussy. How much you want him to eat you like you’re his last meal on this earth. You desperately need him inside you.

“Please don’t tease me,” you beg.

Kissing the top of your pussy he pulls away smiling. “What would you like me to do?”

“I need your cock inside of me so badly.” You have zero shame in begging him for what you want.

“As you wish.” He moves so he’s hovering over you. Running his length through your wet folds a few times. You can’t help but moan as his mushroom tip nudges your clit. “Please-“

Pushing into you slowly he can’t help but moan. His nose rests against yours as you both silently gasp. Bottoming out he gives you a moment. You’ve missed this feeling of fully being connected in the most intimate way possible.

“You feel so good-“ he groans.

Running your hands up and down his back you pull him as physically close to you as possible. He keeps a slow but steady pace. It’s clear he isn’t doing this to chase his own desire. He’s doing exactly what he needs to for you to fall apart.

“Seung-“ his name falls from you in a broken plea. You’re desperately trying to stay quiet so you don’t wake up your baby.

“You’re doing so good,” his hand grips your soft thigh pulling your leg up. “It’s like your body was made for me.”

“Fuck-“

He crashes his lips into your muffling, your broken cries and moans. Your body feels as if it’s tensing as you get closer and closer to the falling part. Gripping the sheets below you. His thrust have gotten harder the closer and closer you get to the edge.

“I’m gonna-“ you can’t even form full sentences.

“Cum, I know you can.”

Nodding your head, you silently cry out. Your orgasm feels like a title wave knocking the air out of your lungs. Hooking your foot above his butt you pull him closer to you. He thrust into you over and over again with shallow thrust. He finds his own release inside you. Moaning your name has he painted your walls white.

“I needed that.” You whisper, clinging to your husband.

“I love you.” He says pressing his lips to yours.

You’re so happy you found Seungkwan. This man is the definition of a perfect man. He loves you with his whole heart and soul. He takes care of you in every physical and emotional type of way. He is absolutely the perfect man for you.

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Hands and knees begging for hc of being flirty frenemies/ frenemies with benefits with Seungkwan

boo seungkwan as your frenemy with benefits

frenemy seungkwan with whom bickering is neverending. Literally.

frenemy seungkwan with whom flirting is also never ending

"ugh, you're so annoying! fuck you!"

"oh, I'd love that, please do."

frenemy seungkwan with whom you also fuck because they say hate sex is the best sex

frenemy seungkwan who fucks hard even though he looks like a softy

frenemy seungkwan who like to bite and leave hickeys as you whine and complain about others seeing them

frenemy seungkwan who abuses your tits and clit mercilessly without letting you cum, just to see you break down under him, making you more whiny

frenemy seungkwan who shuts you up by fucking your mouth first

frenemy seungkwan, as much as a mean dom beast he can be in bed, is totally opposite outside bed, a whiny sucky pouty boy

frenemy seungkwan who may fight with you all the time but if someone else teases you about the same thing he will be so mad at them and even fight them

frenemy seungkwan who gets pouty and jealous if you pay more attention to others

frenemy seungkwan who'll fuck you harder and rougher that night as a payback of you flirting with others

frenemy seungkwan who won't let you date anyone else even though you're technically "open" to relationships

frenemy seungkwan who doesn't realise that he is in love with you

frenemy seungkwan who refuses to accept that he is in love with you as his friends bring the said realisation to him

frenemy seungkwan who can no more meet you eye or fuck you like he used to now that he has come face to face with his feelings

frenemy seungkwan who is also too oblivious to realise that you are just as much head over heels for him as he is for you

frenemy seungkwan who finds himself fucking you extra passionately that night, kissing you and being more romantic than he ever is, too lost in his feelings

frenemy seungkwan who accidentally says i-love-you when he cums inside you, and freezes when he realises what he just said.

frenemy seungkwan who is about to run away in shame before you catch a hold of him and pull him for a kiss

frenemy seungkwan who is practically a red tomato as you confess how you feel about him as well.

boyfrenemy seungkwan who is believed by no one as he tells his friends that he is finally dating you, after watching the two of you bicker for 15 minutes for an ice-cream

[cheers-to-you-th]

Don't Wanna Cause a Racket

Pairing: Seungkwan x Camerawoman!Reader

Genre: Smut !MDNI!, porn without plot, Racket Boys variety show

Summary: During the filming of Racket Boys, Seungkwan gets frustrated. You help him.

Warnings: Shameless smut, oral sex (m recieving), blowjobs, handjobs, moaning, frustrated Seungkwan is hot af, semi-public, they're in a storage closet lol

WC: 1k ish

A/N: this is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's ass. Seungkwan in Racket Boys is my roman empire, he looks SO FINE.

The squeaking of sneakers and labored breaths fill your ears as four men play badminton. It’s another practice game for the show Racket Boys, and your focus is solely on Seungkwan because it’s your job to follow his movements with the camera, you swear. It has absolutely nothing to do with how the sweat on his forehead makes him look straight out of your a wet dream, how his brows furrowed as he focuses, small huffs leaving his lips when he smashes the birdie across the net (the same sound that he makes when he’s smashing you, not that you notice). And it 100% is not distracting as his slender fingers tighten around the grip of his racket when he makes a mistake, shoulders tensed with frustration as he apologizes to his team. You are focused on Seungkwan's playing, not on the fact that your boyfriend looks tantalizingly attractive when he’s angry. Of course not.

Racket Boys lose the match, the irritation and disappointment clear in Seungkwan's eyes as the coach reminds him that he still has another game to do better. You move your head away from your camera scope as a director signals for a break between matches, immediately making eye contact with Seungkwan. He pulls out his phone as he walks out the room, and soon enough you get a notification reading three words:

storage closet

now

You subtly excuse yourself from the room, another person taking over your camera as you take a ‘bathroom break’. The storage closet isn’t particularly close to the gym, far enough that if anyone needs supplies there's another one closer. You softly shut the door behind you only to be roughly pinned to it the second you turn around. The lips you had seen minutes before scowling were now pressed against your own, releasing pent up emotions that hadn’t been suitable for the camera. Seungkwan bites your lip and drinks in your gasp as he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, hand sliding from your waist to grope your chest. After what seems like both eternity and not nearly long enough his lips detach from yours while panting. “Stupid fucking game.” Seungkwan curses, letting his frustration come to a head. He takes a deep breath as you stand there for a minute, basking in one another's presence. When you shift and feel something poking your hip you make the decision to help ease some of the tension your poor boyfriend carries. You gently roll your hips against his, testing the waters and smirking when Seungkwan releases a shuttered breath. After one last peck to his kiss-swollen lips you sink to your knees, hands teasing his waistband as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck”

The one word is all the permission you need as you quickly slide his pants and boxers down in one go, knowing you don’t have much time before people start to look for you both. His dick is fully hard as you spit in your hand and start pumping him, giving his angry red tip a tiny lick before starting to work him into your slack jaw. A groan leaves his lips, low and desperate when you hollow your cheeks, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. His hands make their way to your hair as your nose touches his pelvis. You stay there for a second, holding eye contact with him before pulling away for a breath. Then you go all in, quickly bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as spit gathers at the corners of your lips. The breathy moans coming from above you only make you work harder, humming around Seungkwan’s dick when his hand tightens in your hair. “F-fuck baby, just like that.” He stutters, and when your hand starts massaging his balls he finally cracks, hot ropes of cum squirting into the back of your throat, too deep to taste but delicious nevertheless. The string of curses that your boyfriend mutters is music to your ears as you finally pull off his dick, still stroking it with your hand as it starts softening. Seungwan’s labored breathing soon turns into whimpers, overstimulation setting in when you lick the vein that runs up his cock. “You can give me one more, right darling?” You ask as he slowly grows hard again in your hold. “You’re gonna be the death of m-” His voice is cut off with a hiss as you start moving your hand at a brutal pace and harshly suck on his tip. You act like you’re going to start deep throating him again, causing a strangled moan when you instead take his balls into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. “Shit shit shit baby fuck I’m gonna cum I’m- fuck” Seungkwan’s voice gets higher and higher with each word. When you move from his balls to lightly nibble his head, he erupts into your waiting mouth for a second time, a pornographic moan filling your ears while salty white liquid fills your mouth. Swallowing, you stick your tongue out for good measure before grabbing some paper towels (perks of being in a supply closet) and gently clean him up, wiping the corner of your mouth while you’re at it. When you finally stand up, you’re met with a soft kiss. “You’re too good to me.” Seungkwan wraps his arms around you and rocks back and forth slightly, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “You ready to kick some ass?” Seungkwan kisses your cheek, “We should get back, don’t want anyone to notice we’ve been gone, even if it’s someone else’s match right now.”

Giving him one last peck you open the supply closet door, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to cause a racket.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows. With a roll of his eyes and small chuckle, the two of you part, returning long enough apart to not raise suspicion before Seungkwan does indeed kick ass, winning his next match by a landslide.

[diamonddaze01]

all tie-d up

pairing: seungkwan x reader | wc: 1.4k for camandem's secret santa collab!! | warnings: bondage MINORS DNI!!!! (no actual sex, but its implied!) a/n: this is for the lovely @seungkw1! ren, i hope you have the happiest of holidays and the coming year is everything you want from it and more <333 // check out the entire collab HERE!

The late afternoon light spills golden over the room, but you can’t focus on anything except Seungkwan, visibly annoyed with his tie. His fingers tug and smooth the silk with practiced ease, the curve of his wrist and controlled motions mesmerizing.

“You’re really just going to sit there and stare?” His voice, teasing but dry, breaks through the silence.

You fumble, flushing. “I’m not staring.”

He laughs softly, glancing at you through the mirror. “Right.” Turning to face you, his tie finally perfect, he arches a brow. “Stand up. You’re not zipped, are you?”

Caught, you rise and turn your back to him. His hands find the open back of your dress, warm and steady. “You could’ve asked for help,” he murmurs, the zipper gliding up slowly. Each brush of his fingers against your spine sends a shiver through you.

When he’s done, he smooths the fabric at your waist, his hands lingering longer than necessary before retreating. “Wait,” he says, retrieving your necklace from the dresser. The faint clink of metal is followed by his touch at your neck, cool against your skin as he fastens it with precision.

“You’re fidgeting,” he murmurs by your ear, his breath warm.

“Sorry,” you manage, though you’re anything but. How are you supposed to stay still when he’s this close?

He steps around to face you, one hand tilting your chin up as his thumb brushes over your lip. “You smudged your lipstick,” he says, his voice low. He swipes again, firmer this time, before his gaze dips to your mouth.

“There,” he says softly, but his hand doesn’t leave your jaw, his fingers curling around it gently. The air thickens, and when his other hand finds your waist, your breath hitches.

“You’re staring again,” he teases, his voice a whisper.

“Your hands,” you admit, heat rushing to your cheeks. “They’re... distracting.”

That earns you a laugh, soft and warm, though there’s a flicker of something darker in his eyes now. “Distracting?” he repeats, his tone playful but edged with curiosity. His thumb moves again, brushing over your cheek in a way that feels almost indulgent. “I didn’t realize my hands had that kind of effect on you.”

You want to roll your eyes, to say something sharp and dismissive, but you can’t. Not when his hands are still on you, his thumb trailing down to your jaw before finally, mercifully, pulling away.

He steps back then, the smirk on his face unmistakable as he adjusts his cufflinks. “We’re going to be late,” he says casually, as though the air between you hasn’t shifted entirely.

But as he walks to the door, his fingers brushing his hair into place, you know he’s entirely aware of what he’s done. And when he glances back at you, his smirk widening into a grin, you know he’s going to keep doing it—keep teasing, keep lingering, keep making you feel like his hands were made for you, and you alone.

Seungkwan pauses at the door, one hand on the frame, and turns back to you with that same maddening smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze is measured, deliberate, as it trails over you one last time. “You didn’t even notice my tie,” he says, his tone mock-injured but dripping with amusement. “After all that effort? I’m offended.”

You blink, still reeling from the intimacy of his hands on your skin just moments ago. “I noticed,” you manage, smoothing the skirt of your dress, feigning indifference. “It looks good. I like it.”

He tilts his head, letting the compliment settle before his smirk deepens. He steps closer again, just a fraction—close enough that his voice drops low, intimate, almost conspiratorial. “Good,” he breathes, the word deliberate as his eyes lock onto yours, leaving no room for misinterpretation. His hand rises to straighten the tie at his throat, a slow, practiced motion. “We’ll make good use of it later tonight.”

The air between you crackles, your mouth parting slightly as the weight of his words sinks in. His eyes gleam with mischief, but there’s a darker edge to his voice now, softer and almost reverent as he adds, “You’d look so pretty with it around your wrists.”

You’re not sure if it’s the way he says it, low and unhurried, or the promise in his gaze that makes your pulse race. Your breath catches, but before you can reply—if there’s even anything you can say—he steps back with a wink, resuming his casual ease like nothing happened.

“Come on,” he calls over his shoulder as he heads for the door, leaving you frozen in place, the imprint of his touch still lingering on your skin. “Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

You don’t even make it 3 hours. 

Seungkwan treats it like a game, making direct eye contact with you across the ballroom as he quickly licks some frosting off his fingers. When he looks back at Mingyu with a quick laugh, it feels like your heart has dropped out of your ass. 

It takes only one more heated look, this time with his fingers curled around the neck of a champagne glass (it's the smallest flick of his tongue over his bottom lip that makes your legs press together, your resolve dissolving), and suddenly you’re faking sick and all but dragging Seungkwan home. 

The moment the door to your apartment clicks shut behind you, Seungkwan's demeanor shifts. Gone is the playful teasing, replaced by a hunger that makes your breath catch. He crowds you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other already working at his tie.

"Couldn't even make it through dinner," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "What am I going to do with you?"

You reach for him, but he catches your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The silk of his tie slides cool against your skin as he winds it around your wrists, securing them with practiced ease.

"Remember what I said earlier?" he asks, his free hand trailing down your neck, over your collarbone. "About how pretty you'd look?"

You nod, unable to form words as his fingers trace the neckline of your dress.

"Look at you now," Seungkwan breathes, his eyes roaming over your bound wrists, the flush creeping up your neck. "Even prettier than I imagined."

His hand cups your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You part your lips instinctively, and he smiles, a slow, dangerous thing that makes heat pool in your belly.

"Tell me what you want," he commands softly, his body pressed against yours, pinning you to the wall.

"You," you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Seungkwan."

He leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Be specific," he murmurs, his hand trailing down your side, fingers splaying over your hip. "I want to hear you say it."

Your breath hitches as his hand slides lower, bunching up the fabric of your dress.

"I want your hands on me," you breathe, emboldened by the heat in his gaze. "Everywhere. I want you to touch me until I can't think straight."

Seungkwan's eyes darken at your words, a low groan escaping him. "Good girl," he praises, his hand sliding up your thigh, fingers teasing at the edge of your underwear. "Is this what you've been thinking about all night? My hands on you?"

You nod, unable to form words as his fingers trace delicate patterns on your inner thigh.

“Well,” he muses, breath hot on your neck. “Who am I to deny you?”

With that, Seungkwan's lips crash against yours, hungry and demanding. His hand slides higher, fingers dipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, and you gasp into his mouth. He swallows the sound, deepening the kiss as his fingers explore, teasing and precise.

"Is this what you wanted?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "My hands on you, making you fall apart?"

You can only nod, a whimper escaping as his thumb finds your most sensitive spot. Your bound hands strain against the tie, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer.

Seungkwan chuckles softly, his free hand cupping your face. "Patience," he whispers, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "We have all night. And I plan to take my time with you."

[gyuzgrl]

ace//bsk//

summary- you've liked Seungkwan from the very first day he joined the team. what you don't expect, however, is that he feels the exact same way. constantly aroused by the way he looks at you, the way he moves, you're desperate for release and he's more than happy to provide it.

There's just something about him. Maybe it's the way his lips twist into a smirk as he stares down his opponent, maybe it's the way he cocks his brow up after scoring a point, or maybe it's the way his hands are large enough to grasp the ball effortlessly- you don't know exactly what it is, but Seungkwan has this way of getting you all riled up without even lifting a finger.

Like now, for instance-

You're standing by the side of the court with the other cheerleaders, getting ready for your next formation, and instead of focusing on where to wave your stupid pom-poms, you're too busy ogling at Seungkwan's ridiculously sturdy thighs.

As he lunges to side, effortlessly dodging two players, his shorts stretch to accommodate for the heavy mass of muscle he's got hiding under them. His thigh virtually doubles in size for a moment, tensing deliciously, before he springs up and tosses the ball straight into the hoop.

"nice shot,"

"sexy play Kwan-ah"

"easy easy~~"

The rest of the team cheers for him, slapping his shoulder as he jogs back towards your side of the court. For a second, his gaze flits to you, eyes bearing into yours as a slight smirk plays at his lips. You feel your cheeks grow hot and you look away, distracting yourself with formations and steps.

Damn him. Damn those eyes.

This is how it usually goes. For the past- god knows how long- you've shared moments like these with him. Ever since he joined the team, there's been this undeniable tension between you- a magnetic pull between your bodies that neither of you can resist.

You've convinced yourself, however, that it's all in your head. A couple of glances and a smile every now and then doesn't mean he likes you or anything, right?

This is probably just your head playing tricks on you to satiate the craving you feel for him.

The match resumes and you find yourself at the center of your formation, waving your pompoms around. If Seungkwan's team manages to score, it's your turn to lead the cheer.

Praying that they do, you swallow nervously as the ball skims the rim of the hoop almost making it in. When it falls to the ground instead, you hear a deep, frustrated groan.

Seungkwan.

You look at him, sucking in a sharp breath when you see the rage painted all over his handsome features. God, he looks so good when he's upset.

He puffs out his cheeks, brows set in a deep furrow, and the whistle blows. Within a matter of seconds, he's managed to steal the ball back, and a couple of swift dribbles and dodges later, you see the ball easing its way into the net.

Time to cheer.

Swaying your hips in that criminally short mini-skirt, you do a twirl while the rest of the girls follow, and lift one leg into an elegant split with your hands perched high. Then, when you're certain he's already looking at you, you trail one glittery pompom down your body as you look at him, head tilted slightly.

It's subtle but he sees it. His eyes darken when your gazes connect, and he swallows thickly seeing the shiny material slip past your chest. You move with such ease, it's hypnotic. Everything you do just looks so fucking sexy to him, he can't help it.

A teasing smile twists at your lips and you flash him a knowing look. One that says- 'I know you're looking~'

And boy is he-

The whistle sounds once again, and Seungkwan's eyes linger on yours for a second too long. A familiar voice calls out to him, looking to pass, and before you know it, there's a basketball whizzing at top speed towards his face.

You're certain he's about to pass out any second and you squeeze your eyes shut when you hear a dull 'thunk'.

You've done it now.

What if he gets brain damage?

What if he gets dumber?

Oh god oh god oh god oh g-

"easy, Chan-"

You open your eyes to see him gripping the ball in front of his face before tossing it forcefully towards the younger man. Chan staggers back, unable to brace himself when Seungkwan's throw pushes him behind a couple of steps.

"sor- oh shit- sorry Hyung" he stutters, trying to regain his balance.

Ever the slut for a display of strength, you find yourself unnecessarily aroused. God, he's just so strong. He may not look it, but Seungkwan's easily one of the strongest members of the team.

Your mind clouds with thoughts of him towering over you, holding you down, tossing you around, and before you know it, you're wet. You can't even complain anymore. You've done this to yourself.

Luckily, the break whistle blows. Coach has decided to show everyone a bit of mercy.

Rushing to anywhere but here, you shove your pompoms into the first bag you find- a temporary fix- and head outside the court.

The heat between your legs is undeniable. You need to relieve yourself somehow, and as much as you'd like for a certain someone to come and fix their mess, you know it isn't happening anytime soon.

Plus, you're sure Seungkwan doesn't even know what he's done.

Except, he does.

Seungkwan knows exactly what he's doing, and he loves watching you squirm. Today, however, you seem more uneasy than usual. You've even run away.

How exciting.

From the very first moment your eyes met, Seungkwan knew there was chemistry. He's always been good at reading people, but come on... You made it so obvious.

The slight hitch in your breath when coach introduced him to the team, the way your eyes widened when they took in his features, how they widened still when he met your shameless stare- oh, he saw it all.

And ever since, you've been an absolute pleasure to watch. Not a day went by uneventfully. Not a single one.

You were just so damn easy to tease.

Now if he could just find where you'd run off to-

The bathroom? No, that's too predictable- maybe the terrace, to get some air? Nah, you're definitely someplace private.

Oh.

Smirking to himself as he settles on the perfect place, Seungkwan heads towards the locker rooms. It's break time, so the rest of the players will be too busy raiding the vending machine or flirting with the other cheerleaders.

You'll definitely be there, and Seungkwan's more than excited to see what state he'll find you in. Sweating as you replay his actions over and over in your head? Hunched over the sink, splashing your face with water to calm the maddening red hue on your skin? Or maybe... If he's particularly lucky today, he'll catch you doing something naughty.

It seems, that lady luck is on his side.

With your fingers shoved deep inside your cunt, you're splayed out and dripping right behind Seungkwan's locker. Thankfully, it's the last one, closest to the back wall, so you're barely seen. In your compromised state, the last thing you want is for someone to walk in and get a free biology lesson.

You lean against his locker, shivering when the cool metal hits your bare legs. There's an undeniable thrill to doing this here, so exposed, so vulnerable. Your fingers thrust in and out, trying desperately to satisfy the craving that is him, but there's only so much they can do.

Aching, your cunt squeezes down around your digits. The wet squelch of your hole echoes through the empty room, and you feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm.

With each eager thrust, you chase your high, getting lost in the pleasure, and your ears fail to pick up the familiar click of the main door. They fail to register the crescendo of footsteps too, that seem to be headed exactly where you are.

Before you know what's happening, you feel a rough hand clasp your mouth and your eyes go wide.

You twist your gaze to the person emerging beside you, and to your dismay, it's him.

"oh my, would you look at that-"

Seungwan stands before you in all his glory, a cocky grin painted on his face as he closes in. His eyes are dark, pupils completely blown, and his lips part.

"so fuckin' naughty," he rasps, gulping thickly as he gives you a once-over.

You watch the way his adam's apple bobs, and you feel your knees weaken. Wait- focus- he's just caught you fucking yourself next to his locker.

The hand splayed over your mouth slips to the locker behind you, and he leans in

"Seungkwan! it's not what it loo-"

"looks like?" he muses. The heat from his breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I think this is exactly what it looks like."

Your gaze falters for a moment, eyes darting to his lips, watching hungrily how his tongue moves. It's just for a second, barely a full one, but Seungkwan catches it.

A sly smirk makes its way to his mouth and you just know you're fucked. Cowering under his heated stare, you feel your knees buckle, snapping under you like a sinking ship.

Down, down, down you go-

Until you stop.

A firm hand comes to your aid, taking hold of your waist as Seungkwan steadies you.

"you fell for me once already y'know," he grins, lowering his lips to ghost over the shell of your ear. "twice seems a bit... excessive,"

Your face burns hot. The nerve of this man-

"but-" he adds, "it's cute."

With that, he places a gentle kiss to the tip of your ear, and you let out a surprised gasp, practically jumping at the contact.

He pulls back.

"s-sorry" you blush.

The warmth of his hand against your waist has your head spinning, the heat of his breath against your ear has you painfully wet, and now this- the worst of it all- his fucking eyes.

That gaze could pierce through titanium.

He was just so fucking hot. It sounds crass and vulgar and a tad whoreish, but it's true.

Boo Seungkwan is dangerously hot.

Slipping his hand down to your skirt, he sneaks his way under, letting his fingers twist your panties to the side-

"aw you're dripping," he pouts condescendingly as he thrusts a finger suddenly into your aching hole. "poor baby,"

You can't help the way your back arches off of the locker, can't help how your jaw falls slack. Seungkwan's fingers were long enough to reach that mushy spot just out of your reach a few moments ago, and you clamp down around him.

"w-wait not there-" you stutter helplessly, feeling a pathetic moan crawl up your throat, "Seungkwa- oh my g-"

Already slightly worked up from having just touched yourself, your cunt chases the high that was stolen from you. Seungkwan had barely even moved inside you and you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

"love when you say my name like that,"

He pistons his fingers into you, only spurred on by the sounds you make, and within moments, you release all over his hand. Dripping down his fingers right to his wrist, you're absolutely mortified at the mess you've made.

"I'm so sor-"

Your voice catches almost instantly in your throat when Seungkwan lifts his hand up to his face, licking a long, slow stripe up his fingers. His eyes flutter closed, lips glossy with your arousal, and you swear you hear him moan.

"didn't know you'd taste this fucking good," His voice is a whisper. Almost as if he didn't mean for you to hear what he's just said. "no, I mean seriously. you should see for yourself."

And with that, you find his lips on yours. In a steady swoop, Seungkwan hoists you up by your thighs, ensuring your legs are settled around his waist, and deepens the kiss.

Your brain is dead silent. Not a single thought or word escapes you. Nothing save for Seungkwan and the way you feel him on your skin. His hands splayed on your ass and thighs, his tongue bullying its way into your mouth, his cock prodding at your entrance through too many layers of fabric.

You feel him everywhere.

As he sweeps his tongue across the valley of your mouth, in search of all the places he's never been before, you find yourself choking back whimpers. He's so good at this, even the way he kisses you leaves you shivering.

The firm yet gentle swirl of his tongue against yours, the way his plump lips envelop you, how his teeth nip occasionally at your bottom lip almost as if to say- 'really? is this all it takes?'

Panting, you pull back.

"get back here" he snarls, one hand sliding up to the nape of your neck as he pulls you closer.

"w-"

His lips cut you off once again, only this time, it feels rougher. The wet muscle of his tongue thrusts into your mouth, almost engulfing you whole, and his lips press firmly against yours.

All you can do is thread your hands through his hair and moan, unable to even close your mouth and quieten yourself a bit.

"that's it, pretty" he breathes between sloppy kisses, "god I could do this all day-"

Oh.

That reminds you.

"Kwannie?" you bat your eyelashes at him, pursing your lips as you stare deep into his eyes, "we don't have a lot of time, do we?"

His eyes widen at the nickname, but he plays it off.

"no. no we do not."

There's a brief pause before you feel his hands begin to lower you back down, and you shake your head vigorously- much to his confusion.

"hm?"

"can't you just-" you pause, staring awkwardly to the side, "y'know?"

"can't I just what?"

"...you know what I mean"

A sly smile makes its way to his face and he urges further. Like he wants to hear you beg for him.

"please- it hurts," you stutter, glancing down at your ruined panties peeking out from under your skirt.

"does it?" he coos, "tell me how to make it better baby, I promise I'll do whatever you say,"

Now you know what he's doing. You know he's well aware of what you want. In any other circumstance you'd have probably been more embarrassed than needy to actually say anything to him, but the ache between your legs is unbearable.

And, you're on a bit of a time crunch.

"Kwannie please,"

"please what, beautiful?"

"god- I need you inside me"

He grins.

"I just gave you my fingers, baby, are you really that greedy?"

You give him a nod, the sight dizzying. God, you were just so damn perfect.

"need your cock Kwannie," Your whimper is his last straw- the last string of restraint snapping in two under the weight of your words.

"you need it?" he hisses, brows pinched together as his brain short circuits. "need mine?"

"please,"

Seungkwan's decided he's had enough fun for today. As delicious as you look when you're desperate, he isn't doing much better. The rock hard bulge in his shorts has only doubled in size, straining to be let out, angry and red.

Hoisting you up in his arms, he steadies your body so that your core rests right above his. He shifts your weight onto one arm, hastily shoving his shorts and boxers down, giving way to the prettiest cock you've ever seen.

You've never understood why some people talk about pretty dicks, but now? Now you get it. Now you understand.

Pink and swollen, Seungkwan's length has you salivating. He's long and girthy and somehow, pretty. This, you're certain, is the most beautiful dick you've seen.

"so pretty," you breathe, lips parted in awe, eyes fixed on his tip.

Seungkwan huffs out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head slightly before he scoots you closer.

"wish I could've prepped you," he sighs.

You look at him confused. Prep? For what? You aren't a virgin or anything-

"oh fuck-" Your thoughts are rudely derailed by Seungkwan's cock burying its way into your cunt. The girth of it stretches you out to your limits, splitting you open as he bottoms out.

Your cunt struggles to accommodate his size. He's pressed up so tight, you can feel his veins dragging against your walls.

"god you're so damn tight" he grits, squeezing the flesh of your ass to stabilize himself. "gonna move- fuck need to move-"

Drawing his hips back for a moment, Seungkwan slams back into you, and your jolt in his arms as though you've been stunned.

He grins.

Seungkwan begins to thrust into you, his pace coming to an unbearable crescendo, with each motion more forceful than the last. You can't take it. The sheer size of him is overwhelming. You can't even process whether this is pain or pleasure.

"hah 's too big-" you cry, throwing your head back. "t-too much Kwannie I can't-"

"c'mon pretty, take it for me, hm?"

The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room and he places a kiss to your throat, sucking gentle bruises along your skin. With the rough, unforgiving nature of his hips, the way he kisses your skin has you reeling. Is he soft or hard? Kind or merciless?

You just can't seem to figure him out.

He pushes you back against the locker, leaning your weight against it as his eyes flick to the clock on the wall up ahead.

You have 5 minutes tops.

Speeding up, Seungkwan ploughs into you like a raging fire- fierce and hard. All you can do is moan and yelp and cry, writhing under his touch.

"Kwannie m'gonna-" you whimper. Your cunt clenches down around him, milking him for all his worth, and he hisses, burying his face in your neck.

"cum for me, baby"

His hand creeps up your thigh, thumb pressing harshly into your clit, and you come undone with a pathetic sob. Your body spasms as Seungkwan continues to thrust into your poor hole, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Kwa-nnie- too much- 's too much" your voice trembles from the force of his thrusts.

"I know, I know," he shushes, "hold on for me, pretty"

Your body goes limp, weight now completely on him as he uses you like his little fucktoy. You were so cute all fucked out like this. He only made you cum twice and here you are, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

"fuckk," he groans, pulling out of you.

His seed spills all over your thighs, coating the plush flesh in his sticky white fluids.

"made a mess," you gasp, reaching down to steal a few drops.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you taste him, and Seungkwan swears he's about to come again just from the sight alone.

"dirty, dirty fucking girl,"

You giggle, letting him ease you onto a bench nearby before he grabs a towel form his locker and cleans you off.

The room goes silent while he wipes up the remnants of your combined juices. His brows are furrowed, deep in concentration, and your mind is running at a thousand miles per hour.

Is this it? Was this just sex? Are things going to get awkward now?

It seems Seungkwan can hear your thoughts, luckily.

"hey," he calls, looking up at you. "I wish we didn't start off like this, but uh... I really like you and I was kinda hoping you felt the same?"

You gasp.

"you- you like me?"

"yeah?"

He chucks the towel out of view, rising to his feet with his hand outstretched. You take it gladly, and cringe when you wobble to your feet.

"have fun at cheer practice baby" he smirks, hand sliding to the small of your back.

Facing each other, you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I like you too," you smile. "I have for a while-"

"I know, sweetheart, everybody knew"

Before you can protest, Seungkwan leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. You feel his mouth twist into a smile, teeth slightly bared as he tried to suppress it, and you can't help the way your lips mirror his.

Finally, you've scored yourself an ace.

[heechwe]

stuffed | 𝐛𝐬𝐤

୨୧ pairing: boo seungkwan x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: friends to lovers au, heavt petting, fingering, semi-publix sex, dubcon (due to alcohol use) || ୨୧ synopsis: "Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me?" requested by anon!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Seungkwan's hand buried stuffed between your thighs with a tight grasp on your clit was not how you expected a Saturday night at the club to go.

One too many drinks later, it only seemed natural to want to make out with someone. Maybe it isn't the wisest decision to do so with your best friend, much less let him finger you in a dingy unisex bathroom, but that's a problem for the future you.

Right now, you just want him to go faster, push into you harder, but he only swirls and circles the puffy bud above your cunt, not moving further south.

"Kwannie, please do something else. Anything else," you moan into his mouth, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip.

He chuckles and moves his hand away, making you whine. "Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me?" His question is more of a demand, but you follow it without question. You suck the digits into your mouth long and hard, and he ruts his jeans up against you in response.

"You really want this?" Now the uncertainty comes in, the drunken haze you both were under broken for a mere second to reveal his nervousness.

You release his fingers and kiss him again. "More than anything."

When he finally moves your underwear to the side again to push his index and middle finger inside of you, you're satiated for a brief moment, ready to come because of your best friend's hand on you. No matter who hears, or whoever were to barge in.

@gyubakeries @loserlvrss @okiedokrie-main

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

@kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @lapydiaries @moadiarynet @sweetvenomnet @onedoornet @violetanet @svthub @whipped-kpop-creators

[wooziorgans]

hey, handsome! what about something with seungkwan and etl or frenemies with benefits?? i can see a lot of teasing and rage sex... honestly, i would love to be bratty with kwan, to push his buttons and make him put me in my place... if he's bad, i'd be worse :) what r your thoughts?? thank you in advance <3

— brag about it

oh lord i have never written for seungkwan or anyone besides uji rlly so uh. i hope this is okay. this was a nice break from all the other stuff im writing. i don’t think i can truly write mean dom anyone without like the softest aftercare ever so. I hope this is an okay response. this is blond seungkwan suggested but I don’t rlly describe him that much but just imagine he’s blond.

warnings: seungkwan is sooo mean ugh. ass slapping. pussy slapping. orgasm denial (reader). reader called seungkwan gay n it pissed him off (in good fun, not a derogatory way). rough sex. unprotected sex. cream pie. choking (kinda). kinda big dick seungkwan. dom-ish kwan. hair pulling. rough messy blow jobs. gagging. crying during sex from pleasure. crying after sex (from emotions). etl kinda w a very open ending. not that much aftercare but yolo.

“Quit running you fucking mouth.” Seungkwan hisses, his grip on your wrist tight as he pulls you into his bedroom. He doesn’t spare you a single glance as he pushes you down onto his bed. You squeak softly, laughing in his face at his obvious anger towards you.

“I’m not wrong, am I though? You are kind of gay for Hansol.” You smirk, biting at you bottom lip as Seungkwan pulls his shirt over his head. He scoffs in disbelief, flipping you over on your stomach. His hand cracks down on your ass over the tight fabric of your jeans.

You gasp softly before it turns into a long, deeply satisfied moan. Seungkwan just scoffs, lifting your hips off the bed and pulling your jeans down over your ass. He rubs the soft skin with an unnatural tenderness. You turn your head to look at him, but another sharp crack halts the movement of your neck halfway.

“Gay? Yeah, sure. We’ll see about that one, sweetheart.” He scoffs in disbelief. Seungkwan’s hand dips down into your underwear, fingers sliding over the tight muscle of your asshole before they dip down towards your entrance. “God, you’re fucking soaked. Embarrassing.” He laughs at you, tone so sharp it elicits another moan in response.

You push your hips back against Seungkwan’s palm for more friction but he pulls his hand away. You whine softly. All he does is pull your jeans and underwear down further in one go, not quite off of you. You kick them off the rest of the way.

Seungkwan pops the button on his pants, pulling his cock out of its constraints and moving to stand closer to the headboard. “Why don’t we put your big fucking mouth to good use for once, hm?” He sneers, grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head up.

You bite your lip to silence a moan. Seungkwan catches you in the act, laughing softly in disbelief as his other hand grabs a hold of your face. His thumb pushes past your lips, against your teeth to force your mouth open, not like it’s much of a fight to begin with. You roll over onto your side, hands grabbing at the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer.

The hand in your hair lets go as he uses it to guide the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth to say something, to tease him, but before you get the chance, his cock is already half way inside your mouth. Seungkwan bucks his hips forwards, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. His hands find your hair again, holding you down as your throat spasms around his tip.

“Not so smart now, are we?” He hisses, a satisfied groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back. He thrusts into your mouth, making you gag softly as tears start to fill your eyes. Seungkwan pouts at you mockingly. “What? Can’t take my cock in your mouth today? Is it too much for you?” He coos, tone so soft it’s almost tender and genuine, but there’s an edge to his voice that tells you he’s not sincere at all.

You nod the best you can with the restriction of your neck, sputtering softly around his cock. Spit drips from your bottom lip onto the sheets of Seungkwan’s bed. He tisks softly, slowly fucking your throat as he contemplates scolding you for making such a mess. You know he won’t though, because if there’s one thing you know about Seungkwan and this weird not-quite-friends-yet-also-not-exactly-civil thing you two have going on, is that there’s nothing he loves more than a messy blowjob.

Instead of scolding you, Seungkwan just forces your head down further on his cock, triggering your gag reflex. Instead of his normal course of action where he’d make you gag and then give you the grace of letting you breathe at least a little bit, he keeps his cock down your throat until you gag so violently he’s worried you might throw up if he keeps you there.

Seungkwan pulls his cock out of your mouth entirely. You whine, gasping for air and blinking away the tears in your eyes. He just laughs at you, climbing onto his bed. “On your back.” Not bothering to take off his pants, he pushes them down to his knees. You roll over, struggling to pull your shirt over your head, but Seungkwan just looks at you with this deadpan stare and you stop fighting with the piece of clothing entirely.

“It’s not so hard to listen to me, is it?” Seungkwan pushes, settling in between your legs.

“You didn’t give me any directions.” You push back, spreading your legs farther apart. Seungkwan pushes your legs apart, delivering a taut slap directly against your pussy. Your hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, and Seungkwan is quick to force you back down.

“Y’know, I really wanted to take my time and prep you properly today, but you’re really pissing me off.” He bites, hand pressed into your thigh.

“Enlighten me, Kwannie. It’s not like I need the prep anyway.” You laugh softly, wiggling your hips against the mattress.

“Hm? ‘Cause you’re that much of a slut that gagging on my dick has you soaked?” He asks, one hand wrapped lazily around his cock, coating it in your spit.

“Nah, ‘cause you’re hardly anything to brag about.” You bite, tone almost bitter. You need him now.

Much to your liking, Seungkwan pushes himself all the way in, filling you to the brim with his cock in one quick movement. You don’t even see it coming until he’s filling you completely. You gasp softly, the stretch of his cock very clear with the way your thighs shake softly as you adjust. You always need prep with Seungkwan. This is the one time you scold yourself internally for running your mouth around him.

“Not much to brag about huh? You can hardly take me, even with how wet you are.” He laughs, giving you a few seconds to settle into the feeling of his cock almost splitting you in half. Seungkwan pulls out a bit, before he thrusts back in, hard and deep. You gasp softly, tears resurfacing in your eyes at the pace he sets.

It’s hard and fast; he’s ruthless. Seungkwan leans over you, hand delicately wrapping around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t make any effort to choke you quite yet. All he does is lean down and kiss you. It’s hungry, all teeth and spit and tongue. It would be too messy for him in normal circumstances, but nothing about this is normal.

His cock jack hammers against that spot inside of you, forcing the air out of your lungs as you let out a long, unsteady moan. It’s then that Seungkwan takes his chance to tighten his grip on your neck, fingers digging into the sides to create a pressure so good it has you seeing stars in seconds.

In no time, you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. You mumble out a warning to Seungkwan, not even fully aware of what you’re saying yourself.

Just like that, the tightness is gone. Seungkwan releases his grip on your throat and pulls out of you completely. “No, no, no, fuck!” You whine, the tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks. “I was so close, you fucking asshole.” You hiss, but there’s no real malice behind any of it. You’re too fucked out to mean it. Seungkwan laughs at you, and it starts to infuriate you.

“You don’t get to cum yet. I don’t think you’ve really learned your lesson quite yet.” His eyes narrow, obviously displeased with the way you’re speaking to him. Before you have time to fight him on the subject, he slides back in, tip kissing your cervix softly.

He goes back to his brutal pace immediately, spares choking you for now as he watches the way your expression changes from slight anger to being immediately fucked out. He lifts one of your ankles over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. You babble incoherently in between moans that sound straight out of a shitty 90s’ porno. Seungkwan bites his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning in response to you.

“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass all the time?” Seungkwan asks, hand gripping your thigh. You grab at the material of your shirt, pulling it up your torso. You nod, unable to form coherent words. “Answer me with words.” He snaps his hips harder, just to make the task that much more difficult.

“Y-yes, fuck.” You whine, voice hardly above a whisper.

“You gonna start behaving in front of my friends?” He asks. As you start to speak again, he delivers another slap to your clit, though he keeps his hand there, rubbing tight circles over the swollen bud.

“Mm, fuck, yeah.” You gasp.

“What was that? I didn’t hear a yes.” His thumb flicks over the nerve, making your whole body jerk.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’ll behave.” You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Good.” Is all he offers, cock hammering into you, nudging the spot inside of you with such force your thighs start to shake, threatening to close from their spread state.

“Close.” You manage to get out in one solid syllable. The hand on your thigh moves back to your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make every other sense heightened.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Seungkwan nearly purrs. Just like that, the building pressure overflows so suddenly that your whole body thrashes with the force of your orgasm. You tighten impossibly around him, sucking his cock in and making it impossible for him to move. Your cum coats his cock, and that’s all he needs.

Seungkwan cums inside of you, a stifled groan against your neck as his pillowy lips mouth at the skin there. He drops his weight on top of you, exhaling deeply as the last of his cum fills you up.

Nothing but the sound of laboured breathing fills his bedroom as the two of you come down from your highs. And then, quietly, a small sniff. Seungkwan almost misses it, misses the way your hands hesitate to find their spot in his hair, or the wetness on your cheeks that wasn’t there before.

Still deep in his post orgasm bliss, he can hardly pay attention to you, but there’s just enough clarity that he notices how stiff your body is, and then a few seconds later, he registers the fact that you’re crying. Seungkwan pushes himself off of you, quickly pulling his boxers back over his softening cock and kicking his pants off. Wordlessly, he lays down beside you, pulling your head to his chest as he carefully strokes your hair.

“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?” He asks carefully, scared to shatter your resolve completely.

“Do you actually think I’m a slut? Or that I’m annoying?” You ask, voice shaky and quiet, hardly above a whisper.

“What? Did I say that?” You nod, a shaky hand attempting to wipe at your tears. “No, of course not. It was just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N.” He stops himself from adding more to that statement, suddenly aware of just how harsh he can be. Seungkwan’s hand carefully strokes your hair.

“‘Kay.” You mutter softly, breaths getting deeper as you start to give into your fatigue.

“I’ll lay off on the degradation. I guess we need to sit down and talk about this.” Seungkwan sighs softly, suddenly feeling guilty. He knows you love it when he’s mean, but maybe the personal attacks are too much.

“Later, ‘m sleepy.” You mumble. Seungkwan kisses the top of your head, eyes staring blankly at his wall.

“Later, then.” He agrees quietly. You crane your neck up to look at him through half lidded eyes. Seungkwan doesn’t even think about it, he just leans down and kisses you.

It’s so incredibly tender and soft, the way his hand finds your jaw and strokes it softly with his thumb. You’re not together, and maybe the tears that slip down your cheeks at the simple action of a tender kiss is enough of a sign that you should put a stop to whatever this is between you and Seungkwan. Later, though, as you both said.

Seungkwan feels the salt of your tears on his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to hold you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Shh, I’ve got you.” He coos, fingers tangling in your hair, and you get this gut feeling that it’s all fine.

Maybe Boo Seungkwan is something to brag about.

[woozinhos]

"Just the tip" with Seungkwan but he fcks you regardless

Seungkwan looks at you, his eyes filled with desire. He's been wanting you all day, but he can tell that you're exhausted. He doesn't want to push you too hard, so he decides to offer a compromise.

"Just the tip?" he suggests, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I know you're tired, baby. I don't want to wear you out completely."

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just the tip," you agree, too tired to argue. "But be gentle."

Seungkwan smiles, happy that you're willing to indulge him, even if it's just a little. He steps closer to you, his hands gently caressing your body.

"I'll be gentle," he promises, his voice soft and reassuring. "Just lie back and relax, baby."

You lie back, turning over onto your stomach. You're completely exhausted, but you trust Seungkwan to take care of you. Seungkwan kneels beside you, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. He can't help but admire the way your skin looks in the dim light, and he feels a pang of desire in his chest.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands gently massaging your shoulders. "And so tired."

Seungkwan continues to massage your shoulders, his hands working their way down your back. He can feel the tension in your muscles, and he sets out to work out all the knots.

"You're so tense," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As he massages you, he leans down to press gentle kisses along your spine. His lips are warm and soft against your skin, sending shivers down your body. Seungkwan continues to massage you, his fingers working their way down to your hips. As he reaches your lower back, he slowly slides his tip into you, careful not to overwhelm you with his size. He lets out a low groan as he feels the warmth of your body envelop him, and he pauses for a moment to savor the sensation.

"God, you feel so good," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Even just the tip feels amazing."

Seungkwan slowly starts to move his hips, his movements gentle and controlled. He doesn't want to push you too far, but he can't help but feel a surge of pleasure as he slowly slides in and out of you. He grips your hips tightly, using them as leverage as he continues to thrust. He can feel himself growing harder and harder with each movement, his desire for you building with each passing second.

"You're so tight," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "I don't know how long I can hold back."

Seungkwan's self-control is slipping, his desire for you taking over his senses. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body aching for release. He quickens his pace, his hips snapping against yours as he loses himself in the sensation. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts harder and deeper.

"I'm so close," he gasps, his voice rough with need. "I can't hold back anymore."

Seungkwan's control is completely gone now, and he can't help but beg you for more. He knows he's pushing his limits, but he can't help himself.

"Please," he groans, his voice desperate. "Please let me fuck you properly. I need to feel all of you."

Seungkwan lets out a loud moan as he feels you nod, and he immediately starts to thrust harder and deeper. He's no longer holding back, his hips snapping against yours with abandon. He can feel your body clenching around him, your moans growing louder with each thrust. He grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drives into you over and over again.

"You feel so good," he gasps, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and perfect. I can't get enough of you."

Seungkwan completely loses control, his mind consumed by the sensation of being inside you. He's no longer thinking clearly, his only focus being on chasing his release. He thrusts into you relentlessly, his hips moving at a brutal pace. He's gripping your hips so tightly that it's almost painful, but you don't care. All you can feel is the intense pleasure building inside of you.

"I'm gonna come," he groans, his voice ragged. "I can't hold back any longer."

Seungkwan's thrusts become even more erratic as he nears his peak, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He can feel his release building inside of him, his balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

"Come with me," he whispers, his voice desperate. "Please, come with me."

Seungkwan's words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your own orgasm. His thrusts are hitting all the right spots, and you can feel the tension building in your core.

"I'm so close," you gasp, your fingers digging into the sheets. "I'm gonna come, Seungkwan."

Seungkwan groans in response, his hips stuttering as he nears his own release. He reaches down to rub your clit, desperate to push you over the edge with him.Seungkwan's fingers work furiously on your clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers is too much, and you can feel yourself about to fall apart.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."

His words send you over the edge, and you cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Your body clenches around him, your muscles spasming as you come hard. Seungkwan follows soon after, his own orgasm hitting him like a wave. He buries himself deep inside of you, his body trembling as he fills you with his release. Seungkwan collapses on top of you, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

He buries his face in your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."

He stays inside of you for a few more moments, enjoying the feeling of being connected to you in this way. Finally, he pulls out and rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him. Seungkwan laughs as he catches his breath, a smirk on his face. "Just the tip, huh?" he teases, nuzzling your neck. "You say that like it wasn't amazing."

[bitchlessdino]

put it in writing (m)

In collaboration with @camandemstudios Pairing: college student!seungkwan x Fem!TA!reader Genre: humor, smut Word count: 7.8k tags: college au, TA x student dynamic, push-and-pull, mentions of TXT's soobin, mentions of Ryan Gosling, a lot of fucking lying, explicit content, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cream pies, oral, cum-consumption, pet names (baby, good boy), praise kink Summary: You keep things professional--as you should--even if one of your students is someone you hooked up with one night before the college semester started. Meanwhile, Boo Seungkwan is anything but honest--he's a writer after all--but if he is honest about one thing, it's about wanting to write a new story with you. a/n: thank you @highvern @sluttyminghao and @strxwberry-skiess for beta reading <3 (late note: I wanna thank @gyuswhore @highvern and @haologram for the brainstorming if I forgot to mention anyone I’m sorry. They’ve been a really big help and we’re super motivating and supportive the entire process I love yall 💕)

You don’t go out. Period. As simple as that.

Until tonight. 

Summer is almost over, and once it ends, you’ll be Professor Yoo’s newest TA. You've worked hard to get to this point and despite the inevitable late-night grading sessions, you expect the experience to be rewarding and maybe even inspirational. You’re sure this achievement would make your academic-forward parents proud. Their daughter, at the top of her class, brimming with excitement and potential, jobs coming in from left and right, all while on her way to...a Writing degree. 

The one downside: they didn’t believe a writing degree would lead to anything substantial. Not like Biomedical engineering or Accounting. The one degree worse than Art. You almost forgot that writing was useless in their eyes because who couldn’t just pick up a pen and paper to scribble some words down?

You down another cheap shot of tequila, muttering your grievances under your breath as your friends revel in the club's pulsating atmosphere. They are only mildly concerned with your drinking habits, accustomed to your tightly wound, studious nature. Typically, you are the one buried in textbooks, rarely venturing into the party scene. Yet tonight, you surprise them all with your ironclad liver, effortlessly downing shots without a hint of a stumble.

“You, okay?”

You scoff, taking yet another shot, “Really depends what that means. ‘Okay’ as in life or ‘okay’ as in financially, mentally, emotionally, sexually, and-slash-or physically fulfilled with proud parents that love me unconditionally?”

“Oh, boy.” Hyeri tries to tear you away from any more alcohol and lays you flat against the back of the leather booth, twisting the top of a water bottle before putting it on your lips. “Let's get you hydrated, hmm? Can’t have you hungover the next day. I’ll be the one you’re complaining to.”

“Suffer my consequences!”

“Of course, darling.”

Hyeri, your steadfast friend since high school and now a new TA from another university, is like a sister to you. She knows your every habit and inclination, no matter how shit-faced you decide to get. “Don’t look, but there’s supple skin, high cheekbones, and a pretty smile looking directly at you.”

You subtly fix your gaze and accidentally meet the young man’s eyes as he nurses a highball glass between his lips. His eyes narrow back at you with interest. You muse back at him, mimicking his action with the water bottle in your grasp. As you drink with your eyes glued on his expression, the water passes over your lips, with the excess trickling suggestively down your chin and neck, your skin glistening in its sheen.

His lips part, dropping in a smug smile–and my, was it prettier than anticipated–and tilt his head as if quietly beckoning you closer. 

“I’m going over there.” 

Before you could get up from your booth, Hyeri is there to immediately tug you back down, eyes full of concern. “Are you sure, hon? You had quite a bit to drink.”

Your eyes crease as you smile back at her reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“He looks young, he probably doesn't even know what a 401k is.”

“Do any of us?” You leave off before striding in the direction of the pretty boy, who still can’t keep his eyes off you.

You weave through the sea of sweaty bodies, sidestepping spilled drinks and the pulsating lights of the dance floor, your eyes locked on him. His gaze trails you with every step, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, speaking to you like an incantation. When you finally reach his feet, the distance closing with each heartbeat, his smile grows wider, more inviting. The moment your legs brush against the softness of his leather couch, he leans to maintain your locked gaze, a now more playful glint in his eyes. Your smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Is this seat taken?”

“Only by you if anyone else asks,” he smoothly responds.

You gently lower yourself beside him, lifting one leg to cross it over the other, feeling the cool leather beneath you. His eyes follow your every movement, lingering on the curve of your thigh as it presses against the other. You lean in slightly, your curiosity evident in the arch of your brow. “Why all alone? With a face as pretty as yours, I’d expect someone to be all over you by now.”

He shifts his body toward you, his eyes drinking in your appearance, savoring every detail from the whip of your hair and to glitter on your legs. Meanwhile, the subtle spicy sweet scent of his cologne mingles with the ambient aromas of the club, and you can’t even breathe the air without the desire to jump his bones. Especially one in particular.

He regains his smile, a slow, confident curve of his lips, and extends a hand toward you. “I could say the same for you. I’m Seungkwan.”

You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch and the gentle caress of his thumb against your knuckles. With a graceful nod, you gave him a firm handshake. You return the gesture by introducing yourself, your voice smooth and inviting, matching the rhythm of the music that pulses around you, and that seems to only grow his interest. “What a pretty name. You’ve been here long?”

“Just long enough,” you say, your voice carrying a playful challenge.

“What is it that someone like you does to want to let loose in a place like this?”

“Mmh, I don’t know. It really depends on how much you’re willing to share,” you reply, narrowing your eyes and taking in that body begging to be undressed.

“Well, if you must know, I work somewhere…uncommon,” he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

You lean in too, resting your elbow on the back of the couch and propping your chin on your hand, your fingers lightly brushing your lips. “Do tell, Seungkwan.”

“Don’t be surprised, but I’m a bit of a big deal, especially around here,” he brags.

You raise an eyebrow, ready to bite. “That’s very vague. Mind elaborating?”

He briefly shifts his eyes to glance around the room, the smile never leaving his lips. He leans in closer, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, making it burn. “Just know I know the ins and outs of this club,” he whispers, his voice a tantalizing murmur. “Some information you might find even surprising that no one else knows.”

You pull back slightly, your eyes locking onto his, a spark of intrigue dancing between you. “Sounds like you’ve got some secrets,” you murmur, your voice low and rich. You reach for his drink from the table in front of you, your fingers brushing against his thigh for balance as you lift the glass to your lips. You take a slow, deliberate sip, not minding that its rim has touched a stranger's lips. “How sketchy,” you dare insult with a playful glint in your eye as you set the glass back down.

“Care to find out?”

“What part of ‘ sketchy’ did you not understand?” You softly laugh.

“I promise it’s harmless,” his voice brimming with mischief, poking the inside of his cheek playfully. “Or at least, you’d have a little fun.”

You hum amused. “Define fun.”

He takes you by the hand, his touch firm yet gentle, leading you away from the pulsating dance floor to a secluded corner of the club. The music echoes softly in the background, its bass reverberating through the walls. You follow him through a maze of dimly lit corridors and alcoves, catching glimpses of other partygoers lost in their own worlds.

The air changes as you enter an empty private space, cooler and quieter than the crowded main room. Your eyes fall on a single secluded corner with windows going ceiling to floor, flooding the room with skylight. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of alcohol and the crisp air of a cracked open window too high to reach.

As you settle into a seat in front of the windows, you observe the city through the crystal clear glass, drinking in the scene of small tables adorned with flickering candles, and erotic artwork adorning the walls. The music from the main floor is muted here like the world behind closed doors fell silent for this moment, and only you two are left in the room to bask in it. If temptation was room, this had to be it.

There’s a subtle shift in his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable—resembling pride—before they revert back to his calm suavity. He assumes the seat next to you on the plush velvet couch tucked into a private nook that touches the light of the stars. The soft glow of ambient lights casts a warm, intimate ambiance around you, contrasting with the pulsating beats of the club music that drifts in from the main floor.

“It’s a V.V.I.P area,” Seungkwan explains in a low voice, “Some of the employees don’t even know it exists.”

“But someone like you does?” you inquire, your voice tinged with intrigue.

He shrugs nonchalantly, a hint of pride evident in his demeanor as his body dipped into the leather. “I have my way around here.”

“Really?” you tease, growing slowly more convinced.

Seungkwan meets your gaze with a playful grin. “I obviously can’t tell you everything,” he says, his tone brimming with mischief. “Just know that I’m involved in ways that keep this place running smoothly. The club would die without me.”

You chuckle softly, savoring his playful confidence, and leaning against the cushions, head turned to him. “What can you tell me?” you ask, your voice growing softer. Your finger traces a teasing path down the collar of his shirt, undoing a button with deliberate slowness. “Humor me,” you exhale, your breath brushing against his ear and your gaze locked with his.

You can hear his breath hitch, and finally, you have him right where you want him. He fixes on the way your legs cross, tracing the curve of your calf up to where they disappear under the hem of your skirt. He seems momentarily captivated by the subtle movement of your flesh as they collide against each other, giving hardly any brain capacity to cumulate words.

You notice the furrow of his brow, a slight tilt of his head—as if he were mentally dissecting his thoughts. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes tried to regain clarity. You can almost visualize the gears turning in his mind, each cog clicking into place as he forms a coherent story, if any.

Each word comes out in complete shambles and he is saying more nothing than anything. Whatever the truth is at this point, you don’t care. Seungkwan is just too cute to pass up.

The clearing of his throat tells you he’s finished, the tilt of his smile growing less confident and more anxious as your weight pushes against his chest. He tries to come back from his stumble, picking off strands of hair in front of your face and playing with their ends before changing the subject. “Now tell me your work. What is so amazing that you do?”

“I’m—“ a teacher’s aid in massive debt on their way to graduating with potentially a useless degree neither of their parents is proud of because, although you love it,  you’re too proud to say otherwise, “—a indie movie producer with one of the films up for a reward. Super lowkey right now, but…we got Gosling.” You shrug, impressed with your own lies. “So, things are looking up.”

“That’s quite impressive.” he hums, intrigued and interested in hearing about more. “Is he as nice in real life as he is in interviews?”

“Ryan’s got a screw or two loose, but pretty okay guy. At least not into Scientology or anything.”

“Interesting,” He gaze dips towards you, being drawn to you immensely, if not locking eyes with you, scanning over your features, particularly your lips that wished to be claimed. “You call all big-name celebrities by their first name?”

You shrug, the lying coming more and more naturally than anticipated. “Only the ones I’m close with.”

His palm hugs the curve of your cheek, thumb softly brushing against your bottom lip. “I wonder what getting close to you entails.”

“Are you planning on finding out?”

You give each other a long look, one that keeps waiting and ushering the other until your lips decidedly crash into his. His lips part, making way for your presence, the heat of the kiss flushing your skin and pleased shivers running throughout your entire body. Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth pulling your flesh and a soft sigh escapes his lips before his hand creeps behind your head and muffles a moan that neither were sure from who.

You lift your body from the couch, chasing his pace, and pull him closer, kissing him deeper with all your might. You crawl over his lap, straddling his hips, hands in his hair, breath on his skin. Your chest tightens as he presses you closer by the small of your back, to which you gasp as you part from his lips.

He finds your gaze, his round and glistening eyes meeting yours in soft urgency. “You okay? Something wrong?”

You shake your head, palm clasped against your burning face. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He lets out an amused scoff. “Keep up, Miss producer.”

Your lips reconnect, and fireworks play in your like it’s the fourth of July. Popping and popping. Your lip lock only intensifies as your tongues brush against one another, entangling deeper and soon you realize Seungkwan wasn’t one just to kiss with his lips. 

You ball his clothes in fists when his hands use your hips, running them over his lap, the friction so tantalizing you could hear temptation like a devil on your shoulder. You let him take you, moving towards him replicating crashing waves against sand. Loud. Harsh. Seamless.

Clothes come off soon after, starting with the delicate unbuttoning of Seungkwan’s silk top–donning the torso of one fond of sports and sprayed in excitable perspiration–before then he levers you up and slides slacks down his thighs hurriedly. His bare legs crushed underneath yours, you readily pull up your dress, bunching at your waist as feel him unzip the back, the metal chill against your spine.

“Fuck,” he softly mutters, eagerly digging his fingers in your exposed flesh and whimpering against your kiss. “Don’t hold back with me.”

“Hold back?” you repeat with a chuckle, your fingers that threaded through his hair pulling his head back, angling his head so that he was forced to look up at you in what currently looks to be in awe. “You don’t have to worry about that with me.”

“Shit stirrer, huh? I guess that’s why you’re the one handling production.”

Your lips begin to trail down his jaw, front teeth nipping his skin. “Real question is, would you let me handle yours?”

“I’d let you do anything to me,” he mumbles, earnest in every word, every inch of his body vibrating off yours, including the hardening presence between his legs pressing against your stomach. “Just don’t stop.”

Your dress abandoned on the floor, Seungkwan claiming your tits in either hand, kneading them between his fingers as he’s rolling his hips against your plush flesh and feeling your radiating core slide against his shaft. He involuntarily moans through a bitten bottom lip, imagining you ride him just like this until the end of time, thinking he could cum from this alone until he feels you move the tip of his size towards your entrance. “Oh god,” he gives out, the head of his cock readily grazing over your slit, quickly pleased. “So fucking wet. Fuck…”

“I want you inside me,” you admit, not bothering to subdue your desires. “I want to put you inside me and make me feel every inch of you.”

“Fuck…me…” he presses into your skin flushed against one another, lips curled downward in impatience, gripping your full thighs to either of his sides. “I wanna fuck you so bad. Please give yourself to me.”

“You promise you’ll handle it like a good boy?” You tease, pushing his tip only a centimeter deeper.

“Please, please, anything. I just wanna feel that pussy choke me please.” He begs.

Your hand clamps against the couch enthusiastically, “Fuck you’re so needy. That’s so hot.” Gingerly, you reward his pleas, feeling his raw length make contact with your contracting walls, squeezing around his girth and making Seungkwan flip his eyes before he starts guiding your hips.

“Fuck that’s so good, baby.”

You lightly scoff. “Baby? A little soon don’t you think?”

“Thought we found some common ground when you decided for me to fuck you. My mistake,” he chides.

You catch a tendril of his hair between your fingers, “Maybe it’s how you fuck me that grants you such a term of endearment.”

“Better up my game then.” He lifts you up, tangling your legs around his waist before he pushes you on your back, swiftly slamming his hips against you.

Your head crashes deep into the leather, the musky scent of sex now invading your nose as you drown in heat. “Shit.”

“Making sure I get the advantage.” He folds forward to press against you, your breasts back in his hands before his lips wrap around a nipple, his tongue attacking your sensitivity before he inevitably sucks. He leaves you in an ache, your hips thrusting back into him conveniently in time for him to regain his rhythm.

“S-Seungkwan…”

His moan vibrates against your skin, teeth pulling your nipple as he thrusts deeper, grazing your deep end just perfectly not enough. Fucking tease.

You whine beneath him, squirming. Your legs tighten around him, attempting to make friction, and finding a growl in your throat as a hand of Seungkwan’s squeezes your behind. A whole ass cheek in the clutches of his well-groomed hands, squeezing and memorizing its swell, while he’s splitting you in half to deduce you to a bumbling horny mess.

“Where have you been all my life?” He mumbles with glee.

You clench your fists behind him as he heightens his pace, melting into the tender assault of his lips that burn your skin and silence your voice. He ruts into you deeper, pounding away his frustrations and when he makes it known he’s found your spot, you make it clear as day.

“Oh god,” you groan, gripping him tighter. Your jaw drops slack, silent screams coming out of you, and you cling to him like in desperation to maintain that high as you claw against his broad back.

“That’s so good. Is it right there, am I hitting your spot, baby?” he asks with an exhausted grin.

You nod, softly pleading for more, and he generously grants. In an attempt to intensify your core’s pleasure, his hand cups just above your slit, fingers finding your blossoming bud. Your breath is shot, feeling the caress of his thumb press down before rubbing your arousal around your clit. Your hips thrust into his touch, gripping him by the shoulders, feeling your combined sweat drip from your sides and squeaking against the couch fabric.

“Oh my god, oh my god…” You can’t control it anymore. Seungkwan isn’t just pushing you past the edge, he's shoving you off.

“Like that, baby. Yes, what good girl cumming all over my cock,” he sweetly praises.

You reach him by the back of his head and propel him forward, colliding lips in a fervent liplock. Your moans drowned between one another, your climax coming in tenfold as he didn’t for a second stop, even well after you came. 

Yet, it isn’t enough. Seungkwan shifts and tugs your legs to border his torso. He lifts himself from the ground, his feet flat, shutting your legs tight, having the sweat of your thighs chafe against another unsettlingly. It then becomes completely overlooked with his hips, his cock starts pushing in and out of you, and folding himself into you with your closed legs as your pussy choked around his cock. Your walls pulsating around him, hot and lush, he death grips your body and watches your flesh recoil back against him deliciously. 

“Fucking shit,” he groans, plunging deeper as your cries moisten your cheeks and he brings you to a foreign level of ecstasy. 

His release from what you can tell is thick, warm, and inviting. Your legs find a mind of their own when they decide to lock the stranger in place, feel every ounce of pure pleasure shooting down inside you, coating you in your collaborative efforts, and residing peacefully deep, deep in your sore heat. 

Your lover collapses against you, eyes barely managing to open as he guides your bodies in a more comfortable position, his cum and cock still inside you. 

He’s softly pant, red on every inch of his face, residual from his raging orgasm and…fluster? “I…I don’t usually—“

“I don’t mind,” you gently reassure, brushing away the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “I wanted that to happen.”

“But what if—“

“It’s nothing you have to worry about,” you hint and fortunately he gets the clue, cuddling up to you closer.

“Good.” He nods, sounding off in relief.

You play with his ear, thumbing over the flaming red tip. “That was really good.”

The boy can’t help but grin, “I make good on my promises…and if you want, we can do it again.”

Your movement stops. “Oh.” Now you’re panicking. “I don’t think we should.”

His cock slips out of you with ease at your confession, both flaccid and disappointed as cum drips down the leather. “Why not? I thought you liked it.”

You begin sitting up, taking Seungkwan with you. “Of course I do! It’s just…my schedule doesn’t allow me to date—let alone see people outside of work—so, this wouldn’t work.” You offer him an apologetic pat on the back, feeling the muscles pulse against you before you regretfully pull away. “This is actually my last night in town, I was gonna leave soon for another shoot…but this was wonderful.”

You cup his cheek, flushed red and soft as can be, and kiss its fullness, letting your lips linger. “I’m so sorry.” For absolutely lying about everything about me when you gave me the most incredible orgasm I’ve had in centuries and to myself for cutting lose the hottest fucking man fiction and nonfiction you’ve ever fucking met.

“No, I get it,” he answers, a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “You got things going for you. That’s ok. Just let me know when you’re in town, hmm? We can get together again, maybe?”

His sense of hope is admirable, something you saw in yourself a few years ago before the toppling towers of crippling debt fell on you. “I don’t think so, handsome.”

He sighs. “Alright. I get it.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Don’t be.”

“You ended my vacation the best way you could’ve,” you egg on, “Couldn’t have ended my last night in town any better.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, finally a light flickering back in his eyes. “Then maybe I can give you a parting gift.”

You raise an eyebrow, following his figure leaving your body and find his knees back in the ground and between your legs, “Seungkwan?”

“Can’t have you leave a mess.” His hand glides over your thighs, gaze flickering from you and your cunt oozing in cum, and his full lips kissing your inner thigh, tingling legs and garnering goosebumps down your shins.

“Are you actually—“

His tongue scraps on the skin just next to your lips, a mixture of your climax settling on his tongue, and you mewl at the sight. He kneads your flesh, his moans tickling your skin and admiring it how he knew how: worship.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers play against your sensitive folds, tension pressed on your clit. “You’re everything I could want…tasting you and pleasing you is the least I could do.”

His mouth wrapped around your lips before sucking, tongue parting what’s between, and sighing at the harmonious flavor dancing inside his mouth. Your worn walls contract around him, it feeds his desire as he pushes his face deeper inside you, and melts at your hands finding hair in soft strokes. 

Your voice aches for another release. The sensation of his jaw locking and nodding in your heat as his tongue fucks his cum back inside you drives you to up a wall. You squirm the faster he flicks his tongue, legs pulling back and forward, overwhelmed by Seungkwan’s mouth until he holds either one at either side, locking it around his neck.

His eyes ooze with determination and his face falls from color. The compromising position he put himself in is not one free consequence, but for the last single of the most greatest fuck of his life, losing a bit of oxygen was worth it, and his efforts are soon proven.

When you cum this time on his tongue, Seungkwan has never tasted anything sweeter, or rather bittersweet knowing this would be the last he’d get the chance to. He’s tasting you, savoring you, worshiping you. From the scent of your body, to the face you make, from what you feed him. If he knew how impossibly decadent you just were–only for you to leave–maybe he wouldn’t have done this. Or maybe he would.

Reluctantly, Seungkwan breaks apart from your lips to reconnect with another. One last shared, heated breath of this spontaneous exchange. One that he’d remember for a long time, and think about over long nights. Tenderly, your foreheads are the ones to kiss in a silent farewell, sad smiles on both your faces.

“Thank you…for reminding me what it feels like to live my own life.”

The pretty boy softly scoffs, kissing you once more, the tingle his lips lingering on yours. “Make your stories magical as you’ve made my night. Take care, Miss Producer.”

You quickly get dressed before the sexy stranger pulls you right back in his trace and you drag your friend and club attendee all the way back home, giving you the pleasure of finally resting in bed, body still aching from the sweltering sex hours ago. Sadly, without the warm body you enjoyed so much tonight. He made a lasting impression on you and you hope maybe one day on better circumstances you’ll meet again and the lie may someday be true. If you’re so lucky.

Eventually, summer takes its final laps and you’re entering the college semester and start working closely with the professor you’re aiding. The matter that your life is slowly being sucked away becomes more real the longer you look at his lesson plan and although you love writing, you know you’re about to dread the long evenings of paperwork to come. 

The first day of being a TA: get in the building by the car you have barely hanging on, meet with the professor, get in lectures and “TA”, skim through your new work for graduate classes, and sadly eat your late lunch/dinner alone because you know the ziplock of trail mix marinating in your backpack would not be enough. That’s the plan. Easy to follow.

Students start trickling into the classroom about twenty minutes before actual lecture time, some with nervous faces and excited expressions. Then a few minutes before the lecture starts, hoards of students are coming through, the classroom getting louder and louder as there is not enough space for white noise. You feel your heart beating increasingly–admittedly more nervous than anticipated–finding yourself focused on papers to avoid eyes with the other students until you can’t anymore.

With over 100 students, you start to feel like an imposter, a kid playing dress-up in her mom’s closet. Normally, you're not one to get nervous on the first day, but being a teacher’s assistant makes this situation different. You’re terrified of screwing up, whether it’s a big mistake or a small one. You tell yourself you need to get out of your head.

When roll call becomes necessary, the professor hands you the clipboard, forcing you to introduce yourself and make your presence known. Your hands tremble from natural nerves as you call out the names on the list, doing your best to pronounce each one clearly and coherently. Then your gaze lands on a name all too familiar, one that’s been on the tip of your tongue before. You can’t help but look up, eager to hear the voice that responds.

He stares at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, his lips curling up at the corners as his eyes gleam with intrigue—just like that night before.

You clear your throat, quickly averting your gaze, and resume roll call. You decide right then to ignore him for the rest of the day, the semester, and possibly the rest of your college career, if you can help it.

When you finish, you don’t dare look up again, telling yourself it’s because it’s the first day. You’ve done everything you needed to do for now.

As the lecture wraps up, it’s time to leave. The professor dismisses the class and exits the room, leaving you to pick up the pieces and answer any lingering questions from students. You just hope this particular student isn’t one of them.

“I had a question, Miss LN.”

You’re reminded that hope is just another word for wishful thinking. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. His voice is already etched into your memory, feeding the part of you that wants to respond, and you clench your thighs at the memory.

“Sure, what… um, what is it?” you respond, still not looking up.

“It’s about the syllabus. I was hoping we could discuss it in private?” His tone carries a hint of something familiar, something that doesn’t belong between a student and a teacher’s assistant.

“The syllabus is pretty self-explanatory,” you reply, trying to keep your voice neutral, though your pulse quickens.

“But I wanted to ask, just in case I misinterpreted anything.”

You make a show of straightening the papers on your desk, the crisp shuffle loud enough to make it clear you’re not amused. “You're a writing major. I’m sure you understand everything just fine.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to check,” he says, a casual shrug masking the intent behind his words.

You sigh, knowing you won’t easily shake him off. Finally, you meet his gaze, catching the anticipation simmering in his eyes. With a resigned breath, you gather your belongings and stand. “Fine, follow me.”

As you lead him to a tucked-away corner, your footsteps echo in the quiet hallway. You glance around to ensure there are no prying eyes before stopping. He waits until you’re both out of sight before speaking, his voice lowering in that familiar way that sends a shiver down your spine. “So, how’s the indie film coming along, Miss Producer?”

Your arms cross instinctively, a barrier against the playful look on his face. His eyes sparkle with amusement, as if this is all a game to him. As if your college career and your career career didn’t hang on the very balance of this conversation and your history. “Very funny,” you reply, glaring at him. “Just two big liars caught in their own webs of lies. How serendipitous.”

He chuckles softly, the sound unnervingly familiar and instinctively arousing. “I know why I lied, but why did you?”

You plant a hand to your chest defensively. “Excuse me, I never anticipated seeing you ever again. It’s natural I’d lie—wait, why did you lie?”

“To get laid. Duh.” He answers as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

You roll your eyes, back knocking against the wall behind you. “Of course, fucking dumbass college boys.”

“You fell for it, so who’s the dumbass now?”

“Still you? Were you even drinking age?”

“Uh, yes that’s how I got in, otherwise they never would’ve let me in.”

Your palm runs over your face in embarrassment, cringing for long nights of thinking of your student of all fucking people. “I fucking knew you didn’t own the Gemstone.”

“Yet, you fucked me anyway.”

You rush towards him, your breath catching as you pin your fingers in front of your lips and hiss, “Will you shut your mouth?”

He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Why? You’re a TA, not a professor.It’s perfectly kosher.”

“It’s still highly frowned upon to fraternize in that manner, regardless of whether I’m a TA or a professor. I grade your fucking papers,” you shoot back, your eyes narrowing as the frustration rises in your chest.

He just shrugs, that infuriating grin never leaving his face. “Hey, if it gets me a good grade…”

“Or watch me fucking fail you,” you snap, stepping even closer, your voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever speak a word about that night again, got it?”

His smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, geez.”

“Good.”

But he can’t resist one last jab, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “My lips—and pants—are sealed.”

“Seungkwan!” You hiss his name, barely keeping your voice down, your cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and something else you refuse to acknowledge.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, it’s been a while since you screamed my name.”

You grit your teeth and speak through harsh whispers, your patience wearing thin. 

“I will drop-kick you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

He grins wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in just a fraction. “Like I said, I keep my promises. See you on Wednesday, Miss TA.”

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, seething, the echo of his footsteps fading down the hallway. The air still buzzes with the tension between you, and you take a moment to collect yourself before heading back, wondering how you’re going to survive the rest of the semester with him in your class. If all your encounters are like this, you might as well quit now.

As expected, that initial confrontation isn’t the last you see of Seungkwan. While being your student, your forced interactions have become a bit of a spectacle among other students, especially considering Seungkwan stares back at you every lecture like you’re the only two people in the room. His routine of pestering during and after lectures has become something his peers have look forward to and you wonder if this kind of thing is normal for a teacher’s assistant.

It seems to have stirred up varying opinions, even among students from other classes—ones far removed from your department, who typically wouldn’t give a second thought to your work. The rumors have even reached the ears of other TAs, the ones you’ve built strong camaraderie with, turning casual conversations into whispered speculations. Some of those speculations have been harmless, fueled by curiosity and mild intrigue. But others? They’ve taken on more confrontational, and their tense gazes have you questioning just how far these rumors have gone.

But is it really a rumor if its all true?

"So, you and that Seungkwan kid, what's that about?"

You give a grand sigh, the weight of your colleague's curiosity pressing down on you as he peers at you, eyes alight with nosy mischief. His intent is clear—he's fishing for details about your relationship with one of your many students. But Seungkwan is different. Far different, even if you’d never admit that aloud knowing how your reputation would stand.

"Really not your business, bud," you reply, trying to keep your tone light, though it’s hard to miss the edge beneath your words.

Your colleague, Soobin, raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed by your attempt to shut him down. "Funny enough, I’m in the business of making things my business."

You scoff, fingers curling tightly around the handle of your freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the cup your only source of comfort in this conversation. The rich aroma wafts up, offering a brief distraction. "He's my student, obviously, and he’s going to stay that way."

The words come out sharper than intended, the finality of your tone surprising even you. You take a long sip of the coffee, letting the bitterness anchor you. This conversation is tiptoeing too close to a line you’re not ready to cross.

Soobin raises his hands in mock surrender, though there’s a knowing glint in his eyes. "Okay, okay. No need to be so defensive. Good thing you’re keeping it professional."

"I know that. Why are you mansplaining, Soobin? Don’t you have work to do?"

"Of course. Just wanted to point out—it’d be a real problem if you did."

"Uh, yeah. Obviously."

"Good."

"Good."

"I just wouldn’t want to lose anything over it."

You narrow your eyes at him. "What now?"

He hesitates before continuing, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, okay. There might be a bet going around about whether or not you and that kid sleep together again."

"What the—again? Again? What are you talking about?" You gape at him, incredulity painting your features as you struggle to process his words.

"Oh, come on, don’t play dumb," Soobin says with an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows."

You blink, your mind racing to catch up. "…Everyone?"

"Everyone." He nods emphatically, the corners of his mouth twitching as he takes in your stunned reaction.

Your face falls, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration, your shoulders slumping. "Well, fuck." The words escape you like a dismayed exhale, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"And I bet that you wouldn’t. At least, not until the end of the semester."

"You bet  money on me?" You’re seething, anger now directed at him.

"Not money," Soobin says quickly, raising his hands in a defensive gesture, as if to ward off any further criticism. He leans in slightly, his tone taking on a pleading edge. "But seriously, just don’t do it, okay? Be a good TA and a good friend. Don’t sleep with the boy. Just... don't."

You glare at him, incredulous. "I oughta do it just to make you lose."

"Please don’t! It wasn’t money I bet!"

You narrow your eyes further. "What did you bet, then?"

Soobin shifts uncomfortably. "Just... test answers."

"Soobin."

"Please! Just help me win this. I’m begging you!" Soobin’s voice is desperate, his eyes wide and pleading.

“You could jeopardize your scholarships with this kind of bet.”

“So don’t let me lose this one!” His frustration is palpable, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.

“I could just hit you,” you threaten, though the words come out more resigned than menacing.

“But I’m so lovely. Don’t you think?” Soobin’s attempt at levity falls flat, his forced grin barely concealing his anxiety.

“Soobin, this is seriously messed up.”

He continues, undeterred, “The money I could win could buy me a new apartment to rent out. I’d finally be able to move off-campus.”

“This is so fucked up,” you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I know, I’m literally on my knees here, dude,” Soobin says, lowering himself as if pleading for mercy.

You run a hand through your hair, trying to stave off the growing irritation. “Fine, damn it. Okay. I hope you’ve fucking learned your lesson and won’t pull this kind of stunt again.”

You meet his gaze head-on, your patience visibly thinning. "Are we done here?"

He nods vigorously, a small, almost imperceptible smile of relief tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course."

As Soobin walks away, you watch him go, the remnants of the conversation hanging in the air like the fading scent of coffee. You take another sip of your drink, this time more deliberately, letting the warmth seep into you. You try to channel your remaining energy into something productive, determined to salvage what’s left of your day. The knowledge of the bet and the weight of your friend’s reputation hanging in the balance makes every decision weigh heavy on your shoulders.

Despite the sprawling campus and the vast number of students, gossip is as vibrant and pervasive as ever. Seungkwan doesn’t help matters, especially with the frequent discussions you’re having about his late assignments. No matter how stern and resolute your tone becomes, he meets you with a gaze that’s both wistful and enigmatic. His eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and intrigue, follow your every movement. They start by meeting yours directly, then drift downward, lingering on your face, then lower, then lower, and finally–

"Are you paying attention, Seungkwan? Or am I going to have to talk to Professor Yoon about you finally dropping the class?"

Seungkwan leans against the auditorium chairs, averting his attention to the sharp expression on your face, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "No, nothing of the sort, Miss TA. Please, continue to lecture me about what an awful student I am."

Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms, forward on your desk, tapping your foot with growing impatience as you shuffle through to gather your belongings. "I will—and starting where your assignments have been showing up several days late. I can’t keep making exceptions for you."

"Why not? You’re so good at making me feel special," he teases, head tilted, his voice dripping with a sultry sarcasm.

Your patience snaps as you sharply tap the stack of aligned papers on the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Stop it, will you? Your grade is sinking fast, and at this rate, you’ll be repeating the class."

He shrugs, that maddening grin still in place. "Would that really be so bad? You’d get a whole new semester with me."

You scoff, standing upright, pacing a few steps as frustration simmers just beneath the surface. "Are you seriously going to waste your tuition money just to fail? At least pretend to make an effort. Chatgpt exists for students like you I’m assuming."

He tilts his head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If only someone wasn’t so distracting, maybe I could. You’d understand, Miss TA."

You stop mid-step, spinning to face him, your voice sharp. "Enough. And stop calling me that—it’s like you get off on it."

"Oh, I do." The playful tone in his voice is laced with something else now, something heavier.

Your jaw clenches, heat rising to your face, thighs sealed against one another.. "Your assignments. On time. By the end of this week, or I’ll recommend to Professor Yoon that you drop the class."

"Fine," he mutters, his tone nonchalant, the smirk still lingering lazily on his lips as he halfheartedly stuffs his books into his bag. His movements are careless, and a few sheets of notebook paper slip out, drifting lazily to the floor without him even noticing.

You sigh, bending down to pick them up. As you straighten, your eyes unintentionally flick over the handwritten lines—only for something to catch your attention. You freeze, blinking at the words on the page. "What the...?"

Seungkwan’s demeanor changes in an instant. His eyes widen, and he lunges forward, panic flashing across his face. "Don’t read that!" His voice is more urgent, almost desperate.

But you dodge his grasp, holding the paper just out of reach, your brow furrowing. "What is this? And why is it actually... interesting?"

"Give it back," he says, his tone softer, pleading now. 

"Why don’t you put this much effort into your assignments?" you ask, glancing up at him, your curiosity overtaking your frustration.

Before you can react, Seungkwan steps closer, his movements more deliberate this time. He snatches the paper from your hands, but his proximity catches you off guard. He’s standing close—too close—backing you into the edge of your desk. His face is flushed, his breath coming in shallow bursts, and you can see the embarrassment in his narrowed eyes, the tips of his ears burning red.

Your heart stutters in your chest, your breath hitching as the space between you seems to shrink. The air feels thick, charged with something you know too fucking well. For a moment, neither of you moves, your eyes locked like you’re frozen. You’re acutely aware of every small detail—the way his fingers clutch the paper tightly, how his chest rises and falls with each breath, the warmth radiating from him as he towers just slightly over you.

Suddenly, he stumbles, his foot catching on the leg of the desk, and you gasp as his weight nearly knocks you backward. Your hands shoot out, gripping the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Your glasses slip down your nose as you blink up at him, your pulse quickening, his face inches from yours.

"Sorry," Seungkwan mutters, quickly pulling away, flustered as he hurriedly gathers the fallen papers, stuffing them into his bag. "I’ll do the assignments. Just... don’t fail me. And don’t repeat whatever you think you read."

Without waiting for your reply, he storms out of the room, leaving you standing there, your chest heaving, the ghost of his presence lingering in the suddenly too-quiet space.

You try to steady your breath, ignoring how ragged it had become, and the unsettling way your blood pulsed—not just through your heart, but in places you'd rather not acknowledge. You forcefully push those thoughts aside, desperate for any distraction. Tonight, that distraction would be class assignments.

With an iced coffee marinating at the corner of your office desk, the papers in front of you blur as his face flashes through your head. You can’t help but recall the way his lips looked—full and slightly parted, the way his eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and something else entirely. And the warmth of him—how heavy and undeniably right he felt as he leaned over you, his presence lingering even after he was gone.

You shake your head, determined to refocus on grading, gripping the red pen a little tighter. But your mind drifts again, this time to the words you’d glimpsed on that crumpled page. The writing had a familiarity to it, something deeply personal that tugged at the corners of your mind. Reminding you of how much you remembered that night. Specifically how good that night felt.

‘Her whispers, haunting, breath heavy. She gazes at me with eyes full of want, strands of hair falling over her forehead, tantalizing and wild. Her cheek is warm beneath my hand as I pull her closer, our lips meeting, tasting the sweetness of something long desired but never claimed. For this night, she is mine—even if it's only for this night alone.’

Your cheeks flush as the memory hits, the realization settling in with a mix of shock and something you can't quite name. The words were unmistakable—vivid, intimate, dripping with a desire that mirrored the tension between you two. You recognized the inspiration behind them immediately.

He’s writing his own fanfiction. And it’s about you.

Suddenly, you’re not so much thinking about the bet Soonbin warned you about.

[hoshifighting]

hey, just came across your blog :)) i dont have any specific requests, just your thoughts on seungkwan, what he might like in bed, i personally think he's a tease dom... but anyways your general thoughts, how he approach too, if he's flirty...

ty in advance :D

— thoughts on seungkwan — WARNINGS: smut, fingering, hair pulling, sex fluids, semi-public sex, throat fucking, oral.

i think seungkwan is a whirlwind in bed, his fucking sassy attitude cranking up to full dominance. he’s got this jealous streak that makes everything more intense, like he needs to remind you who you belong to. it’s hot, and he knows it.

he’s obsessed with using his hands on you. he loves fingering because of the mess and the wet sounds. plus, he gets a kick out of seeing your face contort with every curl of his fingers. “look at you, all messy and needy,” he’d say, watching you with that signature smirk. “you like it when i do this, hm?”

nipple play is another one of his go-tos. he’ll tease and pinch until you’re squirming under his touch. he’s relentless, never breaking eye contact as he toys with you. “does that feel good?” he’d ask, all teasing but with genuine curiosity in his voice. “i bet you love it when i touch you like this.” he can even make you cum like this.

and then there’s the hair pulling. he loves grabbing a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. it’s his way of asserting control, a physical reminder of who’s controlling you. “you’re mine,” he’d growl, his fingers tangled in ur hair. “don’t ever forget that.”

when he’s throat fucking you, he’s merciless. he gets off on watching you struggle to take him, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. it’s a power trip, but he’s always careful, knowing just how far to push. “such a good girl,” he’d murmur, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “taking me so well. i knew you could do it.”

public sex is a thrill for him. he loves the risk, the idea of claiming you where anyone could see. a quickie in a secluded alley or a teasing touch under the table in a crowded restaurant—he’s all about it. “keep quiet,” he’d whisper, his hand slipping under your skirt. “we don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, do we?”

any act where he can use his hands on you drives him wild because he knows how much you love it. (his hands are 🥵) his touch is precise and confident, pushing all the right buttons to draw out your pleasure.

[kiestrokes]

Day 18: Boo Seungkwan | NSFW

▸ Idol: Boo Seungkwan of SVT ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, smut adjacent, friends to ??? ▸ Vibe: Friend Boo, you accidentally walk in on him “punishing” his sub. When you question Boo he says it’s easier to keep his sex life scheduled and private. But you’re curious and snoop around to locate a dom party that is to educate and invite new subs/doms. Where you end up watching Boo demonstrate punishment without pleasure to the audience and are shocked how turned on you are by it. ▸ Warnings: language, sex party.

Sexually Explicit Content: public sex, it’s a sex party, proper dom/sub dynamics and community, fully consented punishment, biting, spanking (ass/thighs/vagina), sexual tension.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is wipmas) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. This was written as a kind of joke that turned out hot (?) for @minisugakoobies

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

Another dom tries to take you, telling you that good subs listen when told what to do. Boo steps in, gesturing to your pin that marks you as an interested in subbing party, not a seasoned one. Then proceeds to drag you off to a private room.

“Hey that's not fair!”

“She’s my noona, I’m not going to fuck her,” Boo snaps back.

Once in the room he rounds on you, “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t tell me anything, so I had to look into it myself.”

“That was a boundary.”

“I wasn’t coming onto you Kwan.”

He’s heated, sending you his quiet glare.

“What?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“I want to punish you.”

You flush, gaze dropping from his to focus on the toes of your shoes peeking out from under your gown.

“What did you think of the show?”

You shrug, still not meeting his eyes, trying to play off disinterest. Which really doesn’t work in this situation, since you did hunt down the party and hassle for an invite.

“Your nipples are hard; I can see them through your dress.”

You stutter a gasp and cross your arms across your chest.

“A little late for that now.”

Seungkwan tugs you to him, soothing hand stroking your hair back from your face, a task he’s done a thousand times, comforting you through break ups and failed job interviews. His other hand moves from your bicep, smoothing down the back of your ribs to rest firmly on the sole of your back, locking you to him.

“I liked it okay?” You conceded, Seungkwan raises his eyebrows at your glare.

“What did you like?”

You flatten your hands on his stomach, giving up and pushing him off.

“Being forced to submit.” You huff.

“Mm?” Seungkwan knows there is more.

You stare at your hands, “how aroused it made you.”

“Ah there it is.”

Your head snaps up, Seungkwan looks at you knowingly with a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re a brat, I’ve always known that.”

“Hey!”

Boo turns away suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed, he tugs you by your wrist to stand between his knees.

“A true sub is turned on by their doms punishment, knowing that it arouses them and the trust that they are under your control and will not hurt you.”

Your mind blanks at this sight of your younger friend in front of you, silk shirt unbuttoned, legs sprawled lazily open, reclined back on one hand, his eyes focused on his thumb drawing circles on the top of your hand.

“Kwannie.” You don’t mean for it to come out as whine.

He looks up at you, “on your knees.”

You oblige immediately, shakily, hands braced on his thighs as you sink to the floor.

“Hands to yourself.” You jerk your hands from him.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, “are you consenting to receiving punishment?”

You nod.

His lips skim your ear, “I need you to verbally say that you’re open to receiving punishment, noona.”

“I am open to receiving punishment.”

He sits back, “this is strictly punishment, I will not be fucking you, you haven’t earned it.”

Your cheeks flame and the implications, you would have never expected either option from Seungkwan. Boo stands, moving behind you as the thoughts of him fucking you race behind your eyes so quickly that you cannot stop them.

Seungkwan’s hand slips to your jaw, titling your head back to look up at him.

“Basic traffic light system for safe words; green is good for more, yellow is for less or you need to pause, red is a hard stop, we end it.”

You nod.

“Verbally say that you understand.”

“I understand Kwannie.”

He noticeably swallows at the nickname, hitting different with you in this current position.

“Stand up.”

You comply and his hands move to undo your dress, “Wearing something I bought you, as if I wouldn’t notice.”

You bite your cheek in embarrassment as your dress pools at your feet, leaving you before Seungkwan braless and in your high waisted cheeky panties.

“Lay on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, ass up.”

You comply.

“Starting you off with the basics, hand spanking.”

His hand circles your right cheek and you stiffen.

He stops, “Relax.”

His other hand strokes the small of your back.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He strikes your right cheek, and you press your forehead into the satin sheets of the bed.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes.”

He hits the other cheek and keeps increasing each alternating hit until a moan slips out of your mouth and Seungkwan releases a ragged sigh.

“Had me worried you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

Boo presses up your body, his erection notching right into your tailbone in a way that has your pressing your thighs together.

“I think we aren’t quite done yet.”

Boo is suddenly gone.

“Come here.”

You turn to see him reclined in the middle of the couch, you make your way to him, and he wastes no time arranging you. You're draped across his lap, one knee deliberately between your legs so that your pussy is pressed firmly against his thigh.

You gasp when he locks your leg in with his calf and try to squirm away.

“Stop. I want you just like this, if you’re ready to go again?”

“Yes.”

He slaps you hard right in the lower divide of your cheeks, jostling your hips against his thigh. You moan, and he does it again, this time your drag your hips against his leg and he freezes.

“None of that.”

Seungkwan bows over you to bite your right cheek, and you shudder.

“Oh? You like that?”

Seungkwan releases his hold on your leg and spins you around so that you're on all fours, knees are braced on either side of his shoulders up the back of the couch, your hands pressing into his knees. He starts biting hard across once cheek, sucking the flesh until its nearly purple, you shake with effort not to thrust back into his face, when his breath skims your cunt through the damp fabric of your panties you fold down, resting your head on your forearms in the bridge you built between his knees.

“What color are you?”

“Green,” you gasp, feeling his erection pressing into your sternum.

He sets to marking up the other cheek and your fingers tighten into the material of his pants anchoring yourself from rocking your hips. Boo sits back once your cheeks are completely bitten and you try your best not to squirm, knowing he has a direct line of sight right to your cunt.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” Seungkwan repeats again, to himself.

He hoists you up, to lay back against his chest and you gasp, your ass stinging at the contact of his rougher pants.

“Open your legs.” You comply, dropping them across each of his thighs. He slaps your inner thigh, and you jolt.

“Color?”

His breath kisses your earlobe, causing goosebumps to errupt across your chest, nipples peaking painfully.

“Green.”

He strikes the other thigh, he has his other hand bracing your stomach, applying the slightest pressure as he continues alternating strikes until you’re panting, and he slaps your cunt causing you to cry out and bow forward.

“Color?”

“Green.” You cry.

Seungkwan’s breathing is heavy as his hand over your stomach braces between your breasts to lie you back on his chest. He delivers a hit to each thigh and then your cunt, your hips roll at the sensation.

“Don’t come.”

He slaps you again and you both groan.

“One more,” Boo’s voice sounds raw and he strikes hard, directly across the clit and you both groan, your body shaking as your core clenches around nothing.

His hand lingers, massaging you for the smallest amount of time before it's gone.

“Good job, noona.”

Boo kisses your cheek, “stand up.”

You shakily comply and Boo clothes you, you catch sight of his dark pants marked up with your drying arousal and look away quickly.

“You make a mess,” he laughs softly, affectionately.

Once your dress is secure, Boo tucks you into his side, “come on, the punishment is over.”

You leave and Boo makes a quick stop at the store to get you some supplies for the marks. He walks you up to your door like always.

“Hey Kwan?”

He turns back with a raised brow in silent questioning. “Thank you.”

He nods.

You get yourself off in the shower as you’re cleaning yourself up. But it isn’t enough, you want Seungkwan to be fucking you, not your cold suctioned to the wall dildo.

You get out of the shower with a text thread full of instructions on what to do with each item he bought you and for any specific pain, followed by a normal good night text.

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