#but my friend wanted this

[starhwaobsessions]

Live show

Description: Seonghwa looks too good after the Isabel Marant show. You just need to have him, damned be the atinys on his live.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings/tags: MDNI, Seonghwaxreader, fem!reader, established relationship, hongjoong appears, brief mention of mommy!hwa, sweat kink, oral (f. giving), finger sucking, unprotected pinv (do not try this at home!), creampie, accidental exhibitionism, my horrible writing

“You were so handsome walking!!”

“We’re so proud of you hwa!”

You watch in the chair behind the camera as Seonghwa blushes at the praises in the comments. He deserves them. Having just come back from the after-party of the Isabel Marant show where he debuted on the runway, he was eager to hear what his atinys had to say. And they did not disappoint.

“Mother!! How do you walk so much better in heels than me and I'm a girl?”

His chest puffed up a bit at that, though the flush remained. Maybe it was just the alcohol he had at the party. He always flushed so beautifully when he drank.

“Ah, thank you! I love heels and I really practiced a lot.”

Memories of him strutting around in his heels flash through your head. His confidence in the shoes was alluring. And the way he used that confidence with you..

Heat begins to swirl in your gut as you take him in. He was sitting on the floor against the hotel bed. His hair was still styled and his face bare to let his skin breathe. You'd have to send roses and the most expensive wine you could afford to Isabel and Kim after the live for appreciating his bare face. The neckline of his shirt cut low enough to see his collarbones and a bit of his chest. The urge to bite and lick the golden skin suddenly overwhelmed you, your mouth watering at the idea. Your thighs unconsciously squeezed together and your hands clenched and unclenched in your lap. You could feel your underwear start to get sticky beneath your skirt.

Seonghwa looked up at you past the camera when he noticed you shifting. You could see the loving smile grow into a cocky smirk when he met your eyes. His dark eyes were like a black hole, pulling you in and drowning you in their intensity. He uncrossed his legs to let them spread out, teasing you, before turning back to the camera to answer more questions, effectively ignoring your predicament.

Well that just won't do.

You slide out of the chair until you fall to your hands and knees and start crawling towards his open legs, making sure to remain low enough to avoid the camera. When you reach him, you place a hand on his thigh, massaging the sensitive inner muscle. He shoots you a warning look but he doesn't move to stop you, so you ignore his warning in favor of placing your other hand on his other leg and start creeping them up his thighs. When your hands meet the crease where his thighs meet his hips, you stop to rub your thumbs across the creases in his jeans. His dick twitches as you reach a little too close to his growing problem.

Seonghwa looks back down at you and you can see his blown pupils from the close distance. Not breaking eye contact, you brush your hand teasingly across his crotch, reaching for his belt and the zipper of his jeans. Enjoying the power you currently hold over him, knowing it'll be over once he ends the live, you unbuckle his belt and slowly pull down his zipper, accentuating each tooth that you hit as it opens up. You slide his jeans down just enough to see his dick filling out in his boxers with his tan thighs serving as the most perfect frame. 

He's still watching you, you notice, and you smile innocently at him. “You don't want to neglect your atinys, do you?” You whisper low enough that the mic won't pick it up, but it does the intended purpose when he whips his head back up at the camera.

With his eyes no longer on you, you lean your head down until your lips ghost against his bulge. Your hands are planted on each of his thighs, gripping tight enough to feel how he trembles with the desire to buck into your mouth. Instead of giving him what he wants, you turn your head to start licking and biting his thighs, sucking hickeys into the soft inner part. Once you were satisfied with one leg, you moved to the other. As you work, you can hear his voice waver as he talks to his fans. Otherwise, he seems to be holding up well enough. Too well.

You slide his boxers down a little until you let go and they snap back up below his balls. His dick laid against his tensed lower stomach, fat and flush. He was about 6 inches long and somehow perfectly straight. It's not too much to handle but is definitely plenty for you. You'd tried to convince him to do a photoshoot with his perfect dick but he has yet to agree. 

You know the camera only reaches his chest so you're confident as you smooth your hands up his stomach, feeling the tensing muscle beneath. He's already starting to sweat with the heat of excitement and the droplets are too enticing for you to ignore. Ignoring his cock, you trace your tongue from his hip to his abs. His skin is salty, addictive. Once he was licked clean, you move back down to appreciate the small bit of fat that still lay at his hips, nipping at the skin. 

Having had enough fun teasing him, you grab his dick, dipping your fingertips through the beads of precum leaking at his tip. You see his whole body tense before relaxing under your touch. Slowly, you stroke his dick, squeezing when you reach the tip. His hands find your shoulders to grip as you increase the pace, gathering more precum to help the slide. He's still rambling about something that happened at the show above you so you're not too worried.

That is, until you decide to take him in your mouth, enveloping his tip in wet heat, licking and suckling at the precum. The room was quiet as his body tensed and he struggled to breathe, his grip on your shoulders bruising. You glance up at him as best you can, worried he won't continue, but after a few seconds, his body relaxes and he lets out the breath he was holding to continue what he was saying. 

You take this as your cue to push further. His dick is perfect in that it wasn't too long to deepthroat but it was still just long enough to reach the back of your throat. It was a comfortable fit which you enjoyed. When your nose reached his trimmed pubes, you stopped and let him get used to it to avoid any major accidents while he's live. You let your tongue dance around the base of his dick as saliva started to drip to his balls.

Feeling breathless, you pull off him, sucking at the tip on the way up. As you regather your breath, you venture down to suck at his balls for a second before you lick a stripe back up his dick and taking him all the way in again. This time, you bob your head, sucking and flicking your tongue against the faint vein along the underside. His hands find their way to your hair and grip at the roots. You moan gently at the feeling, vibrating his dick, and he only grips harder at the feeling.

After a few minutes, he uses the grip on your hair to pull you off and tilts your head back so he can meet your eyes. You can feel tears threatening to ruin your mascara and you know your lipstick is smeared. You can only imagine what a sight you make, but you don't have to imagine for too long cause his eyes widen when he sees you. An idea pops in your head and you can't help the smirk that pulls across your lips.

You let your eyes hood and slide a hand up his torso under his shirt, finding its home at his waist. “I love your cock. I can't wait for you to fill me up.” You give him your best sultry whisper. His mouth drops and before he can let go of your hair and continue the live, you add the last nail in his coffin, “Mommy.”

He drops the grip on your hair and abruptly turns  to the camera and waves all his fans goodbye, not caring that his flush and sweat is far past being passable as the wine’s influence. 

Then he pulls you up into his lap and slams his lips into yours. His tongue slides against yours in a fierce dance and you can taste the expensive wine he had earlier. You can't help but ground down on his thigh, feeling so pent up from teasing him for so long.

Seonghwa pulls away from your lips and grips your jaw with one hand, his other still on your hips, guiding your movements against his thigh. “Oh, princess, this dick so good you can't even let me finish my live?” He grips a little harder, his fingers pressing into your cheeks. “Tell me how much you love it and I might give it all to you.”

His grip on your hip halts your movements against him. You whine then and try to sneak a hand down your panties to relieve some of the heat, but he catches your arm and pins it to your chest. You're effectively trapped in his lap like this.

“Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Just tell me just how much you love this cock and it's all yours.”

The hand that was trapping your arms moved into your hair. He yanked your head back, exposing your neck to his kisses and hickies. An uncontrollable moan escaped you.

“I want your cock! It fills me up so well, I need it. Can't live without it,” you babble.

“Good girl.” You can feel his smirk against your neck before he leaned back.

He pulled your shirt down to expose your breasts, taking a second to admire your hardened nipples, before lifting your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. He swipes his fingers through your folds to tease.

“God, you're so wet,” he groans. “You love my cock so much, don't you? Fuck, I could just slide right in.”

Your responding moan is all he needs to grip your hips and line himself up. He guides your hips down slowly onto him. A shudder wracks through your whole body as you sit fully on him, overwhelmed by pleasure already. Seonghwa lets you adjust for a few moments. A few moments too long, you think, as you start grinding on him once more, his moans music to your ears. He stops you only to bounce you up and down on his cock. From this angle, he's so deep inside you. You throw your head back and let out a long moan. His mouth finds one of your nipples, sucking and biting at the bud. One of his hands grabs your other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple.

The room fills with the wet sounds of skin on skin, seonghwas praises against your chest, and your indecipherable moans. At one point, Seonghwas phone rings, but you both ignore it. 

Just when you think you can't continue bouncing, your thighs burning and the pleasure overwhelming, Seonghwa pulls you to his chest by your neck, grips your hip with his free hand, and starts thrusting up into you. You can feel his muscles flex and there's sweat dripping down his chin, tempting you to lick it up. After a few thrusts to adjust, he manages to find the spongy spot inside of you that feels so good and you can't help but scream his name. 

“Shh, baby,” he teases. “I know this dick feels good, but think about the neighbors. You don't want to have noise complaints in the morning, do you?”

You, too far gone, couldn't care any less about what he's saying, as long as he keeps fucking you.

“Here, let me help you have some manners.” He shoves two fingers inside your mouth, pushing down your tongue to muffle your moans. 

Your eyes roll back as you begin to suck, imagining it was something much thicker. He groans when he realizes and pushes his fingers deeper, pressing against the back of your throat. Your moans reverberate through his hand up his arms, going straight to his dick. Drool pools out of your mouth around his fingers, mingling with the sweat along his chest.

You can feel the coil getting tighter and tighter, and if his breathless moans mean anything, he's close too. He rips his fingers out of your mouth to find your clit. He rubs and pinches the bundle of nerves and your whole body is alight with sensitivity. Without his fingers muffling your sounds, he can hear the pitch and volume increasing with each of your moans. 

“You gonna come, princess? You gonna come on my dick?” 

Your pussy clenches around him in response and he chokes on his words. He speeds up his thrusts, slamming into you. 

“Come with me, baby. Please, baby, come on my dick. Let yourself go. Fuck, please.”

You look up at him with dazed eyes. He's got a crazed look in his eyes, his cheeks are burning, and there's sweat soaking his once perfectly styled hair. He's babbling incoherent pleas and praises, nearing his finish as well, when the hotel door busts open and in walks Hongjoong, his leader. 

“PARK SEONGHWA, YOU ARE STILL LIVE!!”

You both panic, but in your panic, you accidentally clench around Seonghwa. That extra stimulation, as well as the knowledge of being caught, is all it takes for him to come inside you. Hard. His hips push into you as deep he they'll go and his eyes roll back with his head as he lets out the most beautiful whiny moans. That visual, combined with a few more pinches of his fingers to your clit and the feeling of his cum deep inside you, have you shaking apart on top of him right after. You collapse against his chest as he lays you both against the bed.

You both ignore the fact Hongjoong is still in the room, bustling about to turn the live off and trying to clean up. Seonghwa rubs your back and shoulders as you both calm down. He presses kisses into your forehead and whispers praises to help you come back to yourself.

He looks up at his friend. “How much trouble am I in?”

“A lot.” Hongjoong shoots daggers at him. “Just be glad the camera was too low to catch anything. Maybe they'll spare you.”

“Worth it.” Seonghwa sends a cheeky grin to Hongjoong. He just scoffs in response and turns out of the room, leaving Seonghwa to hold you close.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[stoffbergart]

happy birthday to my best friend grey 🐇🩵🫂🛌

[onekisstotakewithme]

having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[wishfulsketching]

I bet a lot of people bought Silco drinks at the Last Drop

Sadly, good sales mean that Vander is too busy to give him any attention

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[wolfythewitch]

We didn’t get it right but, love, we did our best

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce: I never got to see Dick's first reaction to the alcohol, because he tried it before as a kid. Same with Jason, he drank it without me being around. Tim got on his first party with alcohol behind my back.

Bruce: But at least I have Damian. Can't wait for his 21st birthday.

Dick: Yeah, I bet he would have a funny reaction, too!

Jason, sweating nervously, because he made little Damian sip on beer back when they were in the LoA: Y-yeah. C-can't wait.

[redactedrem]

Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.

Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.

He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.

He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.

Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"

"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.