#leehan hard thoughts

[bananielle]

DOLCE SIGNORE!!!!!! 🫦🫦🫦🫦

immediately chained to this fic … FOREVA!!! ❤️ omg berry … the detail in this fic is so amazing. you’re writing is so descriptive while still being so soft and sweet. the visuals … INSANE. i love love love the way you described everything like oh em fucking gee gimme this right neow. spectacular. genuinely i think i needed this to save me and give me some kind of motivation to get through these next few days 🥹💔 imagining pretty ihan in such a desperate state :( let me swallow my phone whole real quick. i need to ingest this story. PLEASE PLEASE GOD LET ME DREAM ABOUT THIS 🙏🏻 i’ve been having ihan brainrot lately and this just satisfies it SO perfectly ugh i owe you my whole entire life. you’re such a wonderful writer berry 💗💗💗 you have the best ideas too let me kiss your brain MWAH 💋💋💋

one of my favourite parts hehe … <3 like wut da fuq i just creamed my pants …

YUMMMMYYYYYY 💘💘💘 keeping us so well fed as always 🙂‍↕️ love you berry THANK YOUUUUUUU 💓💓 will be re reading tonight ….. multiple times :3

୨⎯ "sleepyhead" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+:🍳:﹤content : 18+ mdni, sub!leehan x soft dom!reader, hand job, use of a vibrator, consensual somno, overstim, mention of subspace, use of petnames / wc : 1.6k, masterlist

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leehan shivers when cold air hits his body. the warm barrier he’s built through the night dissipates as you pull the duvet off of him. goosebumps litter across the velvety texture of his skin, but he accepts that, seems to find comfort even in the cold. 

you climb over his body, hook the waistband of his boxers under your fingertips, and ever so slowly deprive him of those as well. it takes time and patience for you to guide the fabric down over his hips without causing him to stir, but this sweet boy deserves to be handled with care. he’s even colder now, goosebumps littering across the soft expanse of his thighs. his only form of communication is a quiet huff of breath that gets lost somewhere in the air, doesn’t quite reach your ears even in the otherwise still bedroom.

his eyelashes are fanning his cheeks and his lips are pink and parted when you look up at him. his breath settles once more, even and rhythmic, but you wait a few more seconds just to be sure he’s still asleep.

leehan’s never admitted how much he revels in being treated gently. punishment excites him, and he’s such a go-with-the-flow kind of person that he’s willing to take whatever you toss at him. still, you’ve seen the way he sighs and smiles when you reassure him how beautiful he is, how good he’s doing. even a reassuring phrase could relax him during a particularly harsh scene. when his eyes glaze over and unfocus, and his body stops fighting back, those are the only signs you need to be kinder, go slower. your relentless touches will become more gentle and considerate and leehan can work through the fog in his brain, can remember how to use his words again. in moments like that, even as you slowly work him through one more painful orgasm, he’s babbling about how much he loves you, how amazing you make him feel.

he has informed you how much he loves being woken up like this, startled out of slumber because you’re making him feel so good. the drowsiness clouds his mind and makes him more sensitive. he often feels like he’s wading through water, too weak to fight you off even if he wanted to. that’s exhilarating for the both of you. however, it’s almost too easy to send him into subspace that way, so you have to be mindful of that when you’re in control.

his member is resting against his stomach, unawakened and unbothered. you set his shorts in the hamper and grab the things you need–lube and the bullet you bought leehan as a joke–from the bedside table. you set them below the pillow, leveled with leehan’s rising and falling chest, then climb back over him. you sit back, trying not to put all of your weight on his thighs, but you end up doing so anyway. you pull the needed-items closer to yourself and pop the lid off of the lube. it’s cold when you spread it across your fingers. not wanting to make leehan even more miserable, you try to warm it up before touching him.

after a couple of minutes, you deem it room temperature at least. you use your clean hand to lift his member and wrap your lubed one around his base. he huffs again, louder this time, but doesn’t react otherwise. you stroke his member slowly with a loose grip, and his hips twitch. you stop when his eyelashes flutter, giving him time to settle back into the bed. when he does, you grab the lube again and squirt a little directly on his tip. you spread it around with your thumb, adding just a little bit of pressure, and the breath he pushes out is accompanied with the tiniest whimper. you go back to stroking his length, speeding up just a bit, until his hips try to lift up into the feeling.

when his length is hard and heavy in your hold, you reach for the vibrator. you rub a little bit of the mess on your palm around the toy, hoping to warm it up in the process, then press it against his tip. leehan seems to take a deep breath at the same time you do. you wait a few seconds just to be so sure that he’s still asleep. his breath is a little ragged, but he’s as calm as he can be otherwise, so you press the button to bring the bullet to life.

his reaction is immediate. he presses his hips into the mattress first, trying to get away from such intense and sudden stimulation. it doesn’t work, of course, and he ends up grinding into the feeling instead. you pretend to pull away, and he whines softly, hips chasing the vibrations. you’re less worried about waking him up now that you’ve actually got the vibrator on him. now, you’re more curious how much of this it would take to wake him up, so you turn up the setting. the toy gets louder as it vibrates faster, and leehan’s breath catches with another whimper. the rhythm he has as he fucks up against the toy falters, and his entire body trembles, and you know he’s waking up before his eyelashes even flutter open.

“g’morning, ihannie,” you say with a sweet tone. leehan tries to focus on you, but you rub the vibrator against him in tight, tiny circles, and his eyes unfocus again before they roll back. his quiet, whiny noises turn into loud, breathy gasps, and his eyes open again to look straight at you. 

“feeling okay?”

“hmn–” he tries, stops when you up the setting one more time. there’s precum drooling out of his slit, getting the toy dirty, and you lean down to blow cold air on his wet tip. 

he chokes on a whine and clutches his hands into his t-shirt to try to ground himself. then, he’s mumbling out half-spoken “please’s.” you hum in approval, and his hips jerk as sticky white splurts out of his cock. some of it lands on your chest. you turn the vibrator off and set it beside his stomach, which is quivering with his shaky breaths.

when his hips finally stop twitching, he releases his shirt and reaches for your hand instead. you indulge him, and use your free hand to wipe up the mess he made. you gather the cum on your chest with a finger, then tap the messy finger against his lips. it gets his lips dirty, but he opens his mouth almost immediately, swirls his tongue around it with cloudy eyes. you lean down to cup his cheeks and press your lips against his gently, and it’s not long before the kiss turns desperate. you swirl your tongue around his, tasting his mess yourself. when you pull away, leehan’s eyebrows are creased, and there’s a trail of string connecting the two of you. you planned to stop there, but he just looks so gorgeous under you that you kind of want to push him a little further. 

“got a color for me, pretty?”

leehan swallows after he realizes that you’re not done. he’s afraid, but he nods and reaches up to tap your wrist three times. you peck his face a few more times then sit up straight. his eyes move slowly as he watches you reach for the toy again, watches you press it against that sensitive spot on his shaft, right below his head. you hold the toy there and flick your eyes back up at his. you wait until he looks up at you as well, and hold eye contact with him as you turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting. 

“hah– mn, ff–” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to twitch out of your grasp.  

“good?” 

“go- s-so m-much–” his hands come to hold onto your shorts instead, fingers fidgeting against the fabric. you turn the setting up one. you don’t wanna hurt him, but you know he needs help getting another orgasm out so early in the morning.  

“it's okay, hannie. just one more for me, hm?” 

“o-one–” he stutters after you, fingers digging into your thighs as he tries to follow your lead. 

“mhm. gonna look so pretty cumming again, yeah?” 

“g-gonna look sso p-p– nng–” 

his eyes roll back again, mouth falling open with a silent moan. his face crumples in a way that makes you worried he’s in pain, but the thought dissipates when he’s cumming again. you remove the vibrator, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on the bed. you wrap your hand around him again to work him through it.

“yeah, just like that, hannie. did so good for me,” you whisper. there’s less cum this time. it dribbles out of his slit steadily, making a mess on your hand. he uses one of his hands to cover his mouth and muffle the high, whiny noises he probably finds embarrassing. 

he doesn’t say anything when his orgasm is over and your touch becomes too much. he looks at you with big, wet eyes and hopes you get the message. luckily for him, you’re always paying close attention. you pull your hand away from his cock and lick your fingers clean. his breath shudders as he watches you do so, fingers twitching against your thigh. you use your clean hand to trace circles up his abdomen and pull his hand away from his face so you can see it light up when you call him beautiful, stunning, your pretty boy.

he’s useless during the clean up, lying boneless against the sheets and twitching when you run a wet cloth across his sensitive areas. you discard the cloth and climb back into bed, and he’s pulling you into a tight, relentless hug the second he gets the chance. you sigh into the warm embrace and accept your fate. you assume you’ll be here for at least an hour, and it’s fair – surely good boys deserve cuddles, right?

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a/n : trying a new layout!! wanna condense the descriptions, what do you think? i hope you're well and drinking water 💓

[hazeytae]

stoner!bf leehan drabble...

♡, nsfw, stoner!leehan, drug use (mary jane 🍃), high sex, fingering, afab!reader, unprotected sex, cum eating, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess, slut, etc.), porn with little to no plot

🗒️: heavily inspired by a mark fanfic i read last year (i think?!), omg stoner!bnd has been on my mind so much... i wasnt sure if i shld do leehan or taesan for this!! might do a taesan ver ? 🫣 this was way longer than i intended i had sm fun writing this :33 took me like a week to finish this wtf? also i had no clue how to end this so ignore that awkward ending

by the time leehan had begun rolling a blunt for the two of you to enjoy, the hum of whatever show you and leehan were watching had already faded into the background as you watched leehan excitedly. sat in nothing but your panties and leehans oversided shirt you fiddled with the weed grinder until leehan announced he had finished rolling up.

"alright, all finished," he held up the joint smiling proudly, "want the first hit princess?" he smiled watching your face light up handing you the blunt and grabbing the lighter. you nodded moaning as you put the blunt between your lips and he lit it. leehans glossy eyes took in your pretty face as you took a long drag and the smoke surronded both of you.

a few hits later and you and leehan are starting to feel your highs kick in. meaningless conversations suddenly turned into a heavy and mindless makeout- both of you too high out your mind to think of anything besides each other. your mind is practically blank as you whimper into leehans mouth while he gripped on your thighs, only pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to take your shirt off while he admired you taking another long drag from the blunt before immediately going back to kissing you sloppily. "hows my girl so pretty? i need this pussy so bad..." he mumbled, not even giving you time to reply with a smart answer before he smashed his lips back onto yours, holding your waist as you grinded down onto his thigh.

"leehanie, give it t'me" you stumbled over your words feeling your eyes getting heavy as you struggled to take off your panties. "i gotchu baby..." he whispered contendedly as he helped you rid yourself of your underwear, only he moved too slow for you.

everything felt too slow for you. "l-leehan quicker! i really really reallyyy need it. cant wait!" knowing that your high was making you so needy, he laughed when you complained. once he had gotten your panties completely off and onto a now forgotten pile in the floor he dipped his finger in between your folds and teased your clit, causing you to let out a loud whimper begging him to speed up. leehan chuckled at your begs and whines slipping a finger in.

"i- i got you baby," leehan groaned listening to your whinpers as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your sobbing hole. using his free hand to pick up the joint, he held it between your lips watching you take a drag as he plunged his fingers into you, curling them up just right. you breathe out the smoke into his face just before you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, "o-oh leehan!" you squeal signaling to leehan how close you were.

"oh youre so pretty," leehan moaned watching you come undone on his fingers "fuck. all for me, fuck- all mine" he was so high out his mind he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants if he didnt just fuck you already. pulling his fingers out of you slowly and placing them into his mouth just to catch a taste of your fluids on his fingers, letting out a loud beautiful moan. you swore his moans sounded like the most beautiful music youve ever heard. you couldnt help but let out a moan at the sight and sound of him eating your cum which made him giggle.

his cute giggles completely contrasted the way he suddenly flipped you onto your back on the bed and ripped your shirt off, making you squeal happily. "baby- i need this pussy so bad," he moaned looking at your exposed body, "i need you so bad." you looked up into his red eyes with your gorgeous low red eyes biting your lip, almost swearing you were too dumb to speak at this point- letting your euphoria and neediness take over.

you watched as he fumbled with his sweatpants, hastily getting them off and pulling his hard leaking cock out, pumping it a few times. he looked down at you as you drooled at the sight, "leehan..." was all you could manage to whimper out before he pushed into you- raking a loud moan out of him from the feeling of your velvety walls which felt like heaven to him.

"baby- im not gonna be able to hold- im gonna go really quick, you can take it, i know it. cmon, youre always good for me. please i need this so bad." he was babbling now and he hadnt even started moving inside your fluttering walls. you giggled nodding up at your boyfriend, "i-i can take whatever you give me baby" you slur your words gripping onto the sheets in desperation.

the second you uttered those words he pounded into you, immediately finding your g-spot. even in his high euphoric state he still knew your body like the back of his back of his hand. the sound of fast paced wet skin slapping against each other and both your needy moans flooded the room.

leehan stared into your eyes as his body loomed over you, making you feel little under him. a mix of degradation and praises spilled out of leehans mouth, blabbers lf 'my stupid slut- doing so good,' 'you were made for me,' and more slurs of 'my pretty girl cant get enough of this dick- fuck.' flowed out of his mouth easily as you scratched his back, the sting from your nails only excited him and pushed him to slam into your cunt harder.

leehans roughened thrusts and the mixes of praise and degradtion that kept falling out his mouth made the knot in your stomach tighten, reaching for the closest thing to hold onto- being him- you clung onto his shoulders with screams falling out your mouth. "leehanie! im so close- god- fuck! im gonna cum!" leehan chuckled breathily as his thrusts became untimed and sloppy, signaling he was close too.

"cum for me baby- please- be my good girl n cum all on my cock." he panted feeling your walls flutter and clench around his length. you arched your back and rolled your eyes as you let your orgasm take over. watching you cum so hard pushed leehan over the edge- landing one final thrust right into your g-spot as he filled you up with white ropes of his cum.

leehan held you close for a minute, laying with you as you felt your orgasms wash over. you giggled looking at his disheveled hair and you moved his hair out of his face to see his pretty low red eyes making him blush.

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[000-pawz]

nsfw! (mdni)

having some weirdo freak leehan x popular mean girl reader thoughts...

everyone knows leehan is the "weird kid" on campus. he's by himself most of the time, rarely talks to anyone, and spends most of his time in the library watching youtube videos about octopus breeding and cuttlefish facts. you aren't even sure if he has friends at all since you see him by himself so often. it's become an inside joke in your friend group; leehan is the weirdo fish boy.

you guys giggle under your breath when leehan passes by in the dining hall, pointing at his niche graphic t-shirts with shark designs on them, his headphones secured over his ears as he intensely watches a video on his phone. your friend decides to make a joke saying "y/n wants to fuck him so bad. look, they're perfect for each other!" and you slap her arm from across the table, mumbling a "stop! he's probably a virgin anyways." before laughing behind your hand.

but you didn't know that leehan did hear you, and when you show up to his dorm in the middle of the night for your biweekly dick appointment, leehan is pissed.

"virgin, huh?" he asks from above you with his head cocked to the side as you writhe on his dick, his hands holding your hips still so you can't move. he can't help but laugh at your helpless demeanor, your fingernails running down his arms as you begplead for him to move.

"please, leehan, i'm sorry. please, please, fuck me already," you beg, but leehan just shakes his head with a small smile, leaning down to whisper in your ear, his lips lightly brushing against your skin.

"but i'm a virgin, baby," he says teasingly, laughing again when you whine in protest. when he leans back up, his eyes lock intensely on to yours, a taunting smile sitting prettily on his perfect lips. "guess you'll have to fuck yourself on my cock and show me how it's done, hm?"

[prodbyton]

its so cute to me the thought of leehan fucking you faced away from his fish tank so that the fishes wont see and he’ll love to call them your guys kids🗣️

definitely says that you two are the fish parents and wants to make sure they only see you both on your best behavior. when things are starting to get heated in his room and he stops you guys, you’re worried he wasn’t in the mood and wanted to stop but he’s just like “not in front of the kids baby,” all you can do is roll your eyes at him because he really treats his fish like his children... but it’s so cute to you how he cares about them, so you let him move you to the other side of his bed so you two won’t be in the fishes line of vision while he’s fucking you.

[wontune]

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[hottestvirgin]

saurrr who wants to be tagged

[myungjaes-luvv]

not to toot my own horn but if you mean the ask i think you mean then can i be 🌀 anon? 🤭🫣 and one more, what are the top one or two or three down bad/freaky acts you think andteam or bnd (you pick) would do when they're really worked up? you can choose with or without having a gf for example, i think yudai (his love for perfume...) taki (he can naturally tell who is who based on SMELL) and jaehyun and leehan (for obvious reasons) would be a panty sniffers

-🌀

hello anon, if you're mentioning THIS POST, then absolutely! your last request was beautiful and this one was just as well! you're also my first actual anon, so welcome and thank you for being here!

also i wrote boynextdoor for this one because they're my number one ult group and i will never pass up an opportunity to thirst over them idk

also a lot of these give like creep/perv vibes but that might just be me idk

hard hours + requests: open (bnd, enha, &team, wayv)

down bad!Sungho

sending risky texts

this doesnt happen ALL the time, but if he's like really horny and just needs you, he'll send you pictures or videos while he knows you're out with friends or busy or something

something to fluster you to know he's at home wishing you were there

sends extremely suggestive texts

like borderline sexting

down bad!Riwoo

secretly watching you

if you're about to shower or get changed, he'll peer through the doorway at you while he palms himself

even better if he's getting home early and he catches you pleasuring yourself

won't interrupt you, will just watch you while you have no idea

down bad!Jaehyun

bed humping

waits for you to leave before he grabs your pillow and ruts against it

or just the corner of your bed

hell it could even be a stuffed animal you have, just as long as its yours

down bad!Taesan

secretly jacking off to your voice

walk with me here...it's late and you're on a call with him, and the entire time, you never question the shift in his tone

he gets weirdly quiet and his breathing picks up, and he knows one wrong noise could get him caught by you

idk he just seems like a guy who would secretly get off while on a call with you...and its kind of really hot

down bad!Leehan

panty sniffing

he'd purposely wait for you to leave or something before sneaking into your room and stealing your underwear

him jacking off with your panties pressed right up to his face omfg

[only4riwoo]

can u elaborate ur thoughts on leehans hands <3

yess ofc i cannn thx for the ask anon!!

i swear leehans hands got me thinking thots just think about the places his long ass fingers could reach when their deep inside u and him sticking his fingers in your mouth to make u taste urself after fingering u omgggashhdhfg

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "attention" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🌟:*﹤descrip. : leehan just wants ur eyes on him!! :(

+*:🩷:*﹤content : sub!leehan, dom!reader, edging, riding (who's surprised), surely this is exhibitionism and voyeurism???

+*:🧃:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni! :T (i'm watching you 🫵), female anat 4 reader, piv sex, both characters are quite flawed imo but everything is consensual 🫶, leehan confesses to reader like ten times but it's mostly in his head, leehan’s kinda weird in the mall sorry idk how men flirt idk how anyone flirts, leehan has a scent kink in my book idk how that happened but it did

+*:❤️:*﹤word count : 4.7k phew it's a long one buckle up

+*:🍏:*﹤a/n : i tried my best to write the first paragraph as plot but it was so hard so I wrote it in drabble format but the rest is in story format!! sawry bout that </3 selfedging!leehan anon if you read this i hope u like it <33

+*:🌟:*﹤masterlist

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BF!Leehan who wants your eyes on him, but you've been so focused on work, leaving early and coming home late. He knows it's important, that you have to finish your project by the deadline, but he can't help but feel a little selfish about your time when you've rarely spoken to him in the past two weeks. He's barely even seen you, always falling asleep despite trying to stay up when you come home, and he's getting antsy missing your company.

You're sliding out of bed after only being home for five hours. He’d startled awake when you came in, but you were too tired to talk, too tired to change before collapsing on the bed.

He’d changed you himself, gently wiping your makeup off and massaging lotion into your skin, then held you close to him as you caught up on much-needed rest. He wakes up when he feels your body heat leave his side, and groans as he watches with foggy eyes as you disappear into the bathroom. 

“Don’t go to work. Stay here with me,” he begs sweetly when you come back out. You consider it, he can see it on your face, but you ultimately shake your head.

“I can’t, baby. Gotta get this project done, then I’ll be all yours, m’kay?”  He pouts, but it doesn’t last long because you kiss it away and ruffle his already messed up hair. Within minutes, you’re out the door.

Leehan sulks in bed for a little longer, wishing he could make you pay attention to him. It feels like the only time you’re actually looking at him, thinking about him, is when the two of you are intimate with each other. It’s hard to find time in two busy schedules, but during those rare moments, it’s just you and him; the world around the two of you doesn’t exist anymore.

He’s so warm and safe in bed and the only thing that would make it better is if you were here with him, tangled up in the sheets and wasting the day away. He thinks about your soft skin and how sweet it smells, how warm your touch is when he’s lucky enough to be blessed with it, blessed by your gentle eyes and kind words when they’re focused only on him and spoken just for him to hear.

His hand is traveling under his waistband without hesitation, and thoughts of you clutter his mind as he wraps his palm around his length. He tries to mimic the way you squeeze his base and flick your thumb over his slit, tries to imagine it’s your pretty hands touching him this way. It's not long before stars are dancing behind his eyelids and he’s grunting out into the silent room. 

You never want him to cum the first time around, and almost always pull away when he’s on the edge. He’s so used to the denial, to the feeling of his orgasm slipping out of his grasp that it just feels natural when he pulls his hand away from his cock. He sucks in a breath at the way it twitches and sees you, hears you in his imagination, saying, “Good boy, aren’t you so well-trained?”

He chews on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the burning hot need coursing through his veins, and an idea forms in his head. He knows he shouldn’t, but it should be fine, right? Just a voice message showing you how much he misses you. You wouldn’t get upset with him for that, surely.

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens you guys’ text messages. He spends another four seconds convincing himself this is a good idea. Then he’s grabbing his cock again, pulling all the tricks to put him on the verge of tipping over. When he feels close, he presses the “Record a Message” button beside the text bar.

At first, it’s just shy little moans as he complains about how much he misses you, how much better it would feel if you were here. Then, they turn into desperate, raspy gasps as he pushes himself over the edge. The audio recording sends the second he releases the button, and he can’t unsend it, so he accepts his choices and waits to hear what you have to say.

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The answer is absolutely nothing. You don’t respond to or address the audio recording at all, aside from a smirk and a “Did you have fun today?” that you throw his way when you walk through the front door. 

He continues doing it, messages ranging from more audio recordings to photos of his stomach painted white, and usually you’ll kiss him, ruffle up his hand, call his “little treats” cute, make more promises to help him out when you’ve met your deadline.

He knows your work is important, but although guilt claws at him for it, Leehan still feels a bit hurt that you didn’t take his complaints to heart, just assumed it was another one of his trivial games. 

Leehan can play games, and when you hole yourself up in the bedroom to type away at your laptop, he realizes that he will. He’ll do whatever it takes to get your attention.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You finally have a day off, and have decided you’d like to spend part of it at the mall looking through new arrivals. Leehan’s not big on shopping, so he just follows you around and occasionally gets distracted by fish merch. 

You’ve stepped away at least four times to take phone calls from your coworkers, and you guys have only been at the mall for an hour and a half. When lunchtime rolls around, you excuse yourself again to answer a call from your boss, leaving Leehan alone to pick at his food in disinterest. 

��Um, hi. Are you busy?” A feminine voice says. The girl has to stand directly in Leehan’s line of sight for him to realize she’s talking to him. When he looks up at her, she smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Can I help you?” 

“No! Well, yes. I…was just wondering if I could have your phone number. I saw you standing alone earlier…” The girl’s voice fades out as Leehan peeps your approaching figure in the distance, and the gears in his head turn with another (probably bad) idea.

“...alone again here in the food court, so I thought I should take the chance.”

Leehan didn’t hear most of what she said, but he can tell when someone’s interested in him, and he can play along.

He flashes the girl a charming smile, dimples and all, and nods along to whatever she’s rambling about. She’s cute enough, and seems like a nice girl, but Leehan’s real focus is entirely on you as you watch the scene. He watches you as best as he can from his peripheral, but never takes his eyes off the girl in front of him. 

“Is that…alright?” She says, looking at Leehan with wide, hopeful eyes. He pretends to consider whatever she asked, and holds a palm out for her to rest her hand in. Her face gets even redder, and he kind of feels bad that he’s using her to get to you.

He’s about to tell her that he’s sorry to disappoint, and that he appreciates it, he really does, but he has a girlfriend. He doesn’t get a chance to say any of that when you come up behind him seemingly out of nowhere and tap him on the shoulder. The girl pulls her hand away from Leehan’s and stands around awkwardly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask. Your arms are crossed and your eyes are locked on his, but not with the love and admiration he’s been longing for. His composure falters when he sees your expression, one that says he’s fucked up more than he knows.

“This girl came up to me and…” He trails off and gestures in the girl’s general direction.

“And?” You ask impatiently, but Leehan doesn’t know how he was going to conclude that sentence. This girl came up to me and I pretended to be interested to get a rise out of you? He has a feeling that’s not going to support his case well. You turn away from him and to the girl behind him, causing him to turn around as well.

“You’ll have to excuse my idiot boyfriend. I’m sorry he wasted your time instead of just telling you he was taken.” The girl nods in understanding and tries to hide her disappointed pout. She accepts your handshake when you offer it and hurries off. 

You shoot Leehan another pissed glare, then dump your remaining food in the trash and walk out of the mall. He considers apologizing to the girl as well, but she’s already out of sight, so he trashes his own food and trails after you with a ball of shame sitting in his throat. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

To be honest, you scare Leehan just a little, especially when he knows you’re angry with him but you’re not talking about it. He’d rather you just chew his head off and get it over with, just tell him how much of an inconsiderate dumbass he is. You don’t, so the guilt manifests and manifests until he feels like he might puke it up.

You lock the front door and hang up your coat, and the first thing you say to him in the last twenty minutes is “Sit.”

Leehan parks his ass on the couch immediately, and waits to hear whatever other command you might give him. He expects you to sit next to him, or on the armchair by the couch or even on his lap. He doesn’t expect you to sit right across from him on the coffee table. At least a minute passes full of you just staring at him, and the silence is killing him. 

“Baby–”

“Shut up,” you say, and his mouth clamps shut. You stare at him for a few more seconds, poking your inner cheek with your tongue in thought. Then, you shake your head and laugh in disbelief. Leehan watches as you cross your arms over your chest, and tries not to flick his eyes down to the way your boobs are being pushed up. He may be sick with horniness and loneliness, but it’s really not the time.

“Why are you acting like this, Leehan?” It takes Leehan a few seconds and a quirk of your eyebrow to realize you’re actually waiting for an answer, that you want him to speak now.

“What do you mean?” That’s his intelligent response. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Don’t act dense with me. You were flirting with that girl just so I’d see. I know when you’re acting out for attention, and that’s exactly what you’ve been doing this entire week.” Leehan’s embarrassed at being caught so he shakes his head in denial, but it’s nowhere near convincing even to himself.

“No? You didn’t touch yourself and record it for me? Didn’t send me photos of you covered in your own cum? Didn’t flirt with a girl right in my face in a desperate attempt to get my attention?” Leehan’s cheeks burn at the direct confrontation. Hearing his actions out loud brings a fresh wave of shame over him, and he’s so ready to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“Show me.”

Leehan’s eyes fly wide open and he lets out a nervous chuckle. “W-what?”

“You wanted my attention so bad. Now you have it,” you say with a bored expression. Your eyes leave a trail of fire wherever they land on his skin. He has your attention, and has to think of a way to keep it. 

“Go ahead,” you command with a jerk of your head. Your lips are turned down into a frown, and it’s so condescending, like you don’t even want to be here. Leehan needs you to want to be here, and he’s nothing if not a performer. He lifts his hips and tugs his pants down to his thighs. 

You make a noise, something between a hum and a coo, when he pulls his boxers down and his dick springs against his stomach.

“Your little cock is hard, Hannie.” He knows he’s not small, but your words are still humiliating, and still burn the need to impress you across his skin. “Gonna show me how you fucked yourself when you were moaning into your phone?”

Leehan’s hips buck against nothing, causing his member to slap against his stomach again, and his mouth falls open with a groan.

He does as you tell him, wrapping his hand around his cock like he’s been doing every morning for the past week, squeezing his base, flicking his tip, imagining it’s you, wishing it was you, but he doesn’t dare ask. Instead he watches your facial expressions, how your lips curl up into a smirk when he’s close.

“Stop,” you tell him, and he pulls his hand away without question. He would’ve been foolish to not expect the sensation of his orgasm floating farther and farther away from him. He tries to slow his breathing, tries not to lose his mind so early into this session.

“Keep going.” 

He continues his previous pace immediately, and his hips tremble when he tries to stop them from bucking up. His tip is a bit more sensitive when he brushes his thumb across it, and it takes less time for him to get close. 

He strokes a bit faster, moans a bit louder. He has no idea how long you plan to keep him here, but he still anticipates the relief of falling off the edge.

“Let go.”

Leehan pulls his hand away from his cock and clutches the couch instead while willing his legs to stop shaking. He’s helpless to disobey you, but he groans as his orgasm escapes him a second time.

“Hm…I dunno. Something’s not right.” You tap a manicured nail against your chin in thought. He can never understand how you’re so composed in moments like this, like it’s a normal evening. If you’re turned on, you don’t show it, and it makes Leehan flush with shame. “What do you think, baby boy?” 

He huffs out a laugh at the question. How is he supposed to know? But you’re looking at him expectantly, so he scrambles to come up with something. “I mean– Usually I’m, like, in bed, I guess. Thinking about you, imagining you, smelling you…” God, don’t get him started on smelling you. 

You hum thoughtfully and lift off of the table. In seconds, you’re hovering over him, flashing him a devious grin. Your hips are so close to straddling his, and you slap his hand away when it reaches up to touch your waist. You hold yourself up by the back cushions with your arms on either side of his head. He’s trapped, and suddenly, everything else in the room is overshadowed by you.

 “Is that right? You think about all the dirty things you wanna do to me while getting off to the smell of my perfume?”

Of course you’d know his weak spot. You’re so close to him and he thinks he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get to touch you. Your perfume is invading his senses, and flaming hot desire coils in his abdomen. He squeezes his eyes shut to prevent them from rolling into his skull as his hips twitch into the air.

“Touch yourself, Hannie,” you say sweetly.

He takes a deep breath and grabs his cock again. He’s known to leak like a faucet, especially after meeting you, and his hand is covered in sticky white within the first few seconds of stroking himself.

He knows there’s raspy noises falling from his open mouth, but he can barely hear them over his heart pounding. The way you take over his brain is overwhelming and he can hardly think. Your lips graze his neck, and the skin litters with goosebumps despite the hot air between the two of you. 

If he opens his eyes, he’s got a face full of titties, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that despite every cell in his body telling him to look. He wants to be good for you and hold out until you give him permission to stop, but it feels so good that he’s speeding his hand up.

“Ha– Ah, fuck–” Slick, sloppy sounds fill the room as he works himself to the edge for you.

“Let go,” you whisper in his ear. His hand rips away from his cock and grips onto his thigh instead, getting it wet and gross with precum. It takes what feels like an eternity for him to back away from the precipice this time. Fear runs his blood cold when he realizes he almost didn’t last. 

He’s always good for you, can edge himself for as long as you'd like. He doesn’t know why he’s sensitive today, especially after spending a week beating it.

You pull your face out of his neck, and he slumps against the couch. You smile at the sight and caress his cheek. He melts into the touch, but you pull away to card through his tangled hair instead. You used the grip on his strands to tilt his head back so that he’s looking up at you. 

“I do think you were louder that time. Moaned just like you did in those recordings.” He opens his mouth to say something, but loses his train of thought when you plop down on his lap. 

“Fffuck–” he moans, voice all pathetic and high-pitched. 

“Stay still,” you warn when his hips buck into yours, and he tries so hard, but even the soft fabric of your skirt is too rough on his sensitive dick. He struggles to keep his eyes open, but he’d rather die than take them off of you, so he blinks through the tears pooling in his waterline. The action causes the tears to trickle down, and the air is cold against his wet cheeks.

You stay like that until his breaths are more even and he’s somewhat calmed down. He lets out a displeased noise when you lift off of him and sit back on the coffee table.

“C’mon, Hannie. I’m not done with you yet. Let me see.” You push his legs apart with your knee. He looks down with you, and the sight makes him burn with embarrassment. He’s leaking so much it’s soaking into the couch, and it’s another sight he has to squeeze his eyes shut to get away from.

“W-what, are you j-just gonna–” he swallows thickly, clears his throat, and tries again. “How long are you gonna make me do this?”

You tilt your head and smile at him like you aren’t melting his brain into goo. “However long it takes for you to learn your lesson.” Leehan whines a little in protest.

“Just wanted you to look at me, missed you so much.”

The look in your eyes softens and you lean forward to place a heartfelt kiss on his lips. “I missed you too, Hannie. So. Much,” you say, cupping his cheeks and pressing more gentle kissing around his face. “It was so hard to focus at work when you kept sending me those treats. But bad boys still have to take their punishments, yeah?” Leehan sighs longingly and nods, resting his head against the back cushions, and reaching for his cock when you instruct him to start over.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

By the fifth denial, he’s a shaking mess, falling apart at the seams and only holding himself together by your command. He’s done for the second you flip your skirt up, slide your panties off, circle your clit right in front of him. You’re so close but so far, and he’s definitely losing his mind. 

“Please– N/N, let me…could fuck you so good,” he begs helplessly, deep voice strained and words stringing together. It’s the first time tonight you actually look interested in what’s happening, and he can’t figure out where to look–at your pretty face as you make yourself feel good, at the wetness leaking out of your pulsing heat, at the way your tits shake when you tug at your nipples. You’re biting your lip to keep quiet, keeping your pretty noises to yourself. Leehan thinks that’s the cruelest part of this punishment. 

His hips are fucking up into his hand in a sloppily, a stark contrast to his usually controlled thrusts. He’s not easy to turn into a mess, but you know him better than he knows himself. You know his limits, know that he won’t cum unless you tell him to, know how badly he needs your forgiveness. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just fuck me, please?” But you’re not looking at him. Your eyes are focused on his cock drooling all over his legs, at the way it twitches when he’s close. Your hips twitch, and your cunt drools on the table, and his mouth runs dry. He’s too delirious to figure out if your reactions are because of him, if he’s doing good for you. 

“Stop, pretty boy.”

His hand trembles as he pulls it away from his dick and flops it against the couch. He gasps harshly, heaves loudly, and more tears stream down his face as his hips chase friction that’s already gone.

His head is leaning against the back cushions and lolled to the side, but he’s still watching you touch yourself. His mouth hangs open from all of his pathetic begging, and there’s a thin trail of saliva pooling in his mouth and dribbling onto his t-shirt. 

His eyelids are so heavy, but he watches brainlessly as you tease your opening, dip a finger into the heat. It comes back out drenched in creamy white, and he has to dig his nails into the cushion to stop himself from grabbing his dick without permission.

You pull your hands away from your body and straddle him again. He nearly goes cross-eyed when your bare cores touch. It’s so wet, and his entire body shivers with need.

“Aw, Hannie. Look at me. Tell me what you want.”

“Mm, want– wanna taste you, wanna fuck you so bad.” You giggle, and he loses himself somewhere between your sparkly eyes and shiny lips.

“Wanna taste me?” You reaffirm, and he nods dumbly. You straighten his head up and cup his cheeks between your fingers and thumb. You make him watch as you use your free hand to repeat the motions, gathering your wetness on your finger, pushing it through your opening and pulling it out. 

You whimper out freely this time, and the sound is so pretty and sinful Leehan wishes he could tattoo it on his brain, wishes he had recorded it so he can hear it again later. Your hand forces his lips to pucker and his mouth to open, and you press your wet fingers onto his tongue. 

Leehan’s eyes roll again, and his eyebrows crease as the taste of you, the smell of you invades his senses. You always taste so good, so sweet to him.

His eyes focus on you again, but his vision clouds and his hips buck up against you. You slide against him so deliciously, but it’s over too soon when you slide your fingers out of his mouth and pry your hips away from his.

You wipe your wet fingers on his shirt and remind him to look at you, but he is already looking at you, has barely torn his eyes away from you in the last thirty minutes.

He’s completely awestruck, and maybe a little delirious when he swears he can see the faint halo hovering above your head. He tries to tell you how perfect, how much of an angel you are, but his words come out jumbled and unintelligible. 

“Do you have a color for me, baby?”

“Mhm, fuck– green, n-need you so bad. ’m so sorry, p-please, you look so beautiful, t–”

You interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, and Leehan’s convinced he would’ve been talking for the rest of his life if you hadn’t. He’s pretty sure he melts into a puddle of goo when your lips collide, yours so perfect and plush against his. Any function his brain is still performing shuts down immediately, and you have to handle the kiss by yourself, because his lips are slack and useless against yours. There’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you when you pull away from him.

“I think my pretty boy’s at his limit, hm?” You ask, and he doesn’t really know what you’re saying, but anything sounds good coming from you, so he nods and watches with his jaw on the floor as you stand up and pull your skirt off. You pull his shirt off as well, and you’re both bare and vulnerable but safe in your own world, just as Leehan longed for.

You cup his cheeks again and hold his face so he can look up at you as you sink down on his cock, and the noise he makes when you bottom out is broken and pitiful even to his own ears. He knows he must look so fucked out and stupid, but you’re looking at him with so much love in your eyes that he’s sure he looks beautiful anyway. 

You wrap around him so well, your cunt is so tight. It feels like he’d forgotten how it feels to be buried inside you, and to be experiencing it for the first time again has to be parallel to some sort of spiritual ascension. Leehan doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he does know he’d spend an eternity here if you allowed it.

Your hands move to grip his shoulders, and you make the most heavenly face of ecstasy Leehan has ever seen. You lift your hips to slide him out, and bottom out again. Your cunt’s sucking him in so greedily, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up. 

“I’ll let you cum if you fuck me, pretty boy,” you say like you read his mind. You grab his lifeless hands and place them on your waist, then grip the back of the couch again. He gets the message clearly, holding you in place as he jerks into you. His thrusts aren’t coordinated at all, and it’s out of pure habit when he angles his hips to fuck right into your sweet spot. 

“Fuck yeah, Hannie. That’s so good, you’re so good,” you moan out, and he uses strength he barely has to aim for that spot, to hear those words from you again. On a particularly hard thrust, your eyes flutter closed.

“Look at me, N/N. Please– look at me,” he begs, voice cracking, and when you do, your eyes are glossy, tears pulling in your waterline. It’s so hot, and finally, your attention is his, and he’s making you feel good, but he’s not gonna last like this.

“You fill me up so good, Hannie. Make me feel so good,” you say breathlessly, eyes locked on his. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna fill me up nicely?” And he’s nodding, pitiful whimpers falling from his lips, whatever you say. 

You trail a hand up his abdomen, to his chest, and tug at his nipple. The rush of pleasure he feels is so intense that the knot in his stomach is fraying and snapping so quickly he can’t even warn you, but he tries through strangled gasps: “Cumming, ‘m, fu–”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It takes Leehan a while to come back to Earth. He’s so tired he can barely move, but you kiss him until his mind returns home. After asking if he’s okay five times and getting five verbal “yes’s,” you clean the two of you up and lead him to bed.

It’s still when he speaks again, eyes searching for yours in the dark room, “I really am sorry, Y/N. I should’ve been more considerate. I respect your work so much, I just got so lonely…” You smile at him softly and reach a hand up to rub circles into his back.

“I’m sorry you were so lonely, Hannie. I should’ve managed my time better, should’ve taken your feelings more seriously. From now on, I’ll keep work at work, and after my project, we can both take time off and go on a vacation. How’s that?”

“That’s perfect,” he says, and means it wholeheartedly, falling asleep with a smile of his own.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE LOL i reread it three times pls lmk if there r still typos <3

[dirtylittlecubbs]

And suddenly stalker!Leehan breaking into your house to take pictures of you while you sleep is all I'm gonna be thinking about for the next few days

[blueberrybeomgyurecs]

genderbent!gongfourz, suggestive, dry humping, wc -400, not proofread

Sunday nights always end like this. Someway somehow, Taeseo ends up with a lap full of shaggy, blonde hair and pretty, pink lips. Hana’s the prettiest when her cheeks are flushed. Taeseo thinks she’s going to puke.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Her eyes flick from Taeseo’s own to her lips, and she hates the way it makes her panties wetten. She does. Her lips are dry from her habit of licking them, but Hana likes it, says the slightly rough texture adds to Taeseo’s grunge, emo look.

Hana smells like chocolate and honeysuckle, and trails her hands into Taeseo’s hair. She tends to deepen their kisses on her own, indifferent to the older girl’s preferences. I know you like it, being treated roughly, she said once, and she was half-right. Taeseo doesn’t mind being pulled apart if someone’s there to repatch the seams. Hana usually stays, presses kisses across her arms that are too soft for what they are. It’s okay. Hana’s affectionate, and Taeseo isn’t thinking too deeply about it.

She counts down the minutes until the younger gets impatient, when her hips start grinding down against Taeseo’s own. The movement causes sparks of pleasure to shoot through her core that still manage to surprise her. Hana slips her tongue into her mouth when she gasps, ever the opportunity chaser.

Taeseo’s not a dry humper, but Hana loves it. If she manages to shut off the thoughts that are working overtime to convince her she’s doing something wrong, she can enjoy it, can try to see what about it gets Hana so hot she’s dripping by the time Taeseo gets her panties off. She doesn’t manage, usually, but it’s been a good day, and for the first time in a few weeks, Taeseo thinks she might deserve to have such a perfect girl all over her.

She sucks in a breath, body going rigid, and Taeseo pulls away from her. She comes back to reality enough to realize her nails are digging into the younger girl’s skin. 

“Sorry, Hanie. Shit.” She pulls her hands away and fists them into the couch. Hana offers her a lopsided smile with glazed over eyes. Her fingers are cold when she taps Taeseo’s fists. Tiny needles of pain prick in her skin as she unfurls them and releases the couch fabric. Hana places them back on her hips.

[aeripng]

SMUT / HARD THOUGHTS MDNI!!

Sub!leehan × dom!reader

Idk why so many people say Leehan is a hard dom, Yes, he has his moments, but he's definitely not as much as a dom as Sungho or Taesan.

Is he a freak? Yes. Definitely. Can he be mean/rough? Absolutely. Does he want YOU to he rough/mean with him? hel yea.

It's not like he is as subby as Jaehyun or Riwoo, tho. He's definitely a real switch. Imagine making him cry, his pretty doe eyes looking up at you while you're sitting on his face all glossy.

ALSO, he loves it when u ride him. Please use him, overstimulate him, and be mean, but not too mean. He'll cry. Not like neither of you will mind, he loves you using him, you love seeing him cry.

"M-mommy, please~ s' too much" leehan wines. You were jumping on his big cock, using him after a stressful day.

He had came 3 times already. His eyes were teary and glossy, matching his lips, covered in your juices, from you riding his face prior. And your saliva, from you kissing him so roughly it left him dizzy.

Normally if u had a stressful day he'd fuck your brain out, making it so you don't have to think about your day. About anything for that matter, just him, his cock hitting that spot so sweetly.

"Baby, I haven't even came yet, pathetic slut, falling apart under me, letting me use you like this" you spat at him making him whimper and moan more, his cock twitching inside you indicating his 4th orgasm of the night.

After a few seconds, you both came collapsing on his chest. "Fuck- baby, you felt so good" you whisper as you slide off of his dick.

You grab a wet cloth and wipe yourself and him clean. Making sure you both went to the bathroom, making sure you make sure you both get the right aftercare. Before cuddling up to him, you both falling asleep.

[shariasweet]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ angel girl

_._____ 𝒙 f.reader

wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: contains dumbification and some other stuff! unprotected sex as well as mirror sex… also pet names (SLIGHT daddy kink… im so sorry) and overstimulation + squirting and maybs a little roughness. this isn’t proofread grrr :(

[porn no plot] just your boyfriend fucking you dumb and making you squirt 👻

'dumb baby...' your boyfriend relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against you neck, fueling to the fire that was your arousal.

the mirror in front of you was just as foggy as your brain — your eyes clouded, and rolled back as you babbled incoherently. 'mmm...' a soft groan fell bubbling from between your lips.

'you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl...’ your boyfriend’s rough thrusts coming to a slow halt as his hands snaked around your body. ‘here… give daddy your chin, sweetheart.' his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip you cheeks.

'look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty.' as he forced your face up and out of the sheets his lips met your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping cunt.

'good girl...' his hand groped the swell of your breasts. as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel yourself slipping away. what you’d assumed to be your third, maybe fourth orgasm crept up on you. 'aht aht...’ he tutted in your ear. ‘want you to look... watch it, pretty girl.'

you could feel him roughly repositioning your face yet again to stare into your reflection.

he trailed kisses along your neck, chuckling warmly as he saw your eyes snap open in awe at the scene before you: your thighs littered in hickeys your lips puffy and swollen and your whole body quivering in absolute bliss.

'ah! s'too much... s'so deep!' you squirmed. he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. 'too deep? m'only right here... how about this?' harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the mattress, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication... slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock... he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. ‘ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?’

'ahw fuck, fuck mh!' gasping, your fingers knotted up in the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably… back arching far into the bed before he lifted you up yet again — his tip practically kissing your cervix.

‘shit! w-wait…’ the knot in your stomach began to wrap itself up. waves of pleasure threatening to fall and crash over you if he continued — which he did.

it only took a few more thrusts — each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust… you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you. harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. ‘shit! a-already… fuck… I already came.’ you pout, whining. ‘I know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.’

‘unghhh!’ the male had lifted you up once more… your reflection not your own as you appeared completely ruined. ‘how’s it feel hm?’ your sore core ached — burning hot as you cried, leaning into his neck. ‘don’t hide.’

‘feels like im ‘gonna pee…’ you mumbled beneath your breath. he nodded. ‘good girl, let go f’me.’

another knot came forming in your tummy…

‘w-wait! ohmygodohmygod..!’ and clear liquid shot from between you legs. drenching the sheets and you and your boyfriend's thighs.

the two of you breathed heavily collapsing onto one another as he kissed your forehead. ‘angel girl…’ he purred. ‘did so good for me yeah?’

lee heuseng: yang jungwon: choi soobin: kang taehyun: jeong yunho: choi san: taesan: leehan: park gunwook: suh johnny: lee jeno: whoever else your little heart desires 🤍

[wontune]

✿ leehan ( boynextdoor ) lockscreens !

[taesancult]

the pet names ask has me thinking… what phrases do bnd (legal line) say in bed? who is the most/least vocal?

the horrors persist… BUT SO DOES MY VOICE KINK let’s get this voice kink party started <3

sungho: definitely more quiet, until he gets close. when he’s close, he’ll start rambling out a bunch of “oh fuck oh fuck, wait- it’s- too much” like that kind of vibe. he’s so cute when he gets like this because he’s always so put together, but the second he’s close + cumming he’s a mess. he can talk a lot during it too, he’ll be very upfront (not necessarily blunt, but rather honest) with telling you what feels good. he loves praising you and makes sure you always know how good you make him feel. sometimes, he’ll get shy when you compliment him, his brain short circuits for a moment. it’s not often that our sweet yeppi here gets shy, but tell him he looks so pretty while he fucks you and he’ll melt.

riwoo: baby boy here is really not that vocal. he’s not extremely loud in general, so it makes sense, but his moans are honestly music to your ears. they’re so pretty, and usually so soft, he laughs a lot when he feels really good. not like a full blown laugh but more so like “haaa-ha, feels so good.” sort of thing, that light laugh that people do sometimes if that makes sense?? absolutely will go “ahhh- *smiles* so good” when he’s close or finishing. he’s shy when it comes to just straight up moaning in your ear, but if you remind him that hearing him is a turn on, it’ll really help him to feel more confident. just depends on the day/his mood, and how confident he is.

jaehyun: the most vocal. i have mentioned this before… he’s a loud one for sure. he’s not screaming or anything crazy, but he’s not ashamed to vocally express he’s feeling good. if you praise him, he’ll get noticably more vocal too, not just moans, but will ramble out gratitude and other stuff. he gets especially whiney and breathless when you suck him off and it’ll have his eyes rolling back and his mouth spilling out whimpers. he really is the cutest whiny puppy. could definitely see him calling you mommy, begging you with lines like “i’ll be your good boy, mommy! please!” he’s the cutest loud puppy dog.

taesan: more vocal, but not the most. he’s vocal in the sense that he uses dirty talk a lot. he likes to ask questions such as “do you like that, baby?” or “does that make you feel good?” because he wants to ensure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. he also plays into a degradation kink, if you’re into it, and can get pretty filthy with it. says things like “look at your sweet little pussy, all wet and just waiting for me to use it.” “you want me to use you? beg for it.” like UGGGHHHH he’s so good. when it comes to the noises he makes, he’s more of a groaner and his groans/soft moans go STRAIGHT to your pussy. when he’s more subby/not caring about power dynamics then he can definitely be more whiny.

leehan: more in the middle in terms of volume. his sounds are deep groans paired with lots of dirty talk. he knows he has a hot deep voice that can get your cunt absolutely soaked, so, of course he’s going to use it. the mouth he has on him is absolutely foul in the best way possible, saying the nastiest things to you like it’s a normal everyday thing. he’ll say things like “your pussy is so cute, the way it always gushes for me” or “you look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you, yeah? wanna see?” like excuse me ???? where’s the decency sir