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throttlethrow · 7 months ago

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Couch (Seoho + Leedo)

Pairing: Seoho x fem!Reader x Leedo

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Summary: You’re stuck between a hard place and a hard place. On a couch.

Warnings: threesome, oral, praise kink, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, good girl), dirty talk, bad writing

A/N: Just… A lot of filth. 1.7k words of it. It’s almost comical. I’ve been writing this on and off when the mood strikes me over a long period of time so… Have at it!

It all started from the couch; you were showing one of them a funny video and the other scooted up behind you to see what you two were laughing at. They held your phone to see the video better then dropped their hands to rest on you. One on your hip and the other on your thigh. Either they were oblivious or pointedly ignoring each other's attention. You couldn't do either. The growing heat between them made your heart race and the increasingly intimate touches were driving you crazy. But the farce kept going. Seoho wrapped his arms you from behind show you something on his phone while Geonhak rested his head on your shoulder and rubbed circles on your hip with his thumb.

You don't know what Geonhak saw when he turned to check your reaction, maybe your flushed cheeks, but he pauses and looks over to Seoho. After a moment, a silent conversation, he leans in to press his lips against yours and licks into your mouth while Seoho begins to suck marks onto your neck. Hands roam around your body and you can't tell who is doing what. Fingers dig into the softness of your thighs while another set boldly cups your chest.

Weight on your shoulders press you backwards into Seoho’s chest and he leans onto the couch armrest. Like dominoes, you all fall in one direction and you're pressed between two solid bodies. Geonhak dives back in for more kisses while pulling your hips forward to manhandle you more horizontally. He presses the bulge in his sweatpants against your heat and your arousal skyrockets when it becomes very clear that he wants to fuck you. Seoho whines as if he doesn’t want to be forgotten and rubs his hips against your back.

“You want this, right?” Geonhak rumbles against your lips when you feel hands at your waistband.

“Yes, oh my god, yes.” You pant as you help him remove your bottoms and underwear in one smooth motion. He chuckles as he tugs you farther down the couch until your head rests in Seoho’s lap. Then, he immediately dives down and, “W-wait! Fuck!!,” you shout when you feel a tongue circling your clit. Your body twitches in time with the sound of slurps as you feel Geonhak point his tongue to lick into you. His arms press your knees down into the couch to stop your wriggling. With a hard suck, he makes eye contact with you, dark and intense, to watch your reactions.

A groan sounds above you and you notice Seoho staring down at you while palming himself through his pants. You watch his eyes trace your lips and suddenly, you’re overwhelmed with the desire to take him into your mouth. Parting your lips, your tongue lolls out for two of his fingers to dip inside and you suck on them with a moan. As if trying to catch your attention, a thicker pair of fingers push into your pussy.

“Back to me,” Geonhak growls as he roughly pumps his fingers into you, “I want you to watch this.” He shoves the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his cock and lines himself up with your hole, spitting at where you connect to help the slide. A quick thought of “Wait, is that going to fit?” flits through your mind before it leaves when you feel him press into you. The head of his cock pops in and your eyes roll back at the feeling of him filling you up.

Seoho lets out a sound as he fumbles with his pants above you, fingers leave your mouth before the head of his dick bumps against your tongue. You try to twist and angle your head to take more of him into your mouth and his hips stutters at the wet warmth wrapping around him.

“Fuck, look at you,” Geonhak groans, dropping his head to watch you lap and suck on Seoho’s cock despite the awkward angle. He works his hips in slow, deep thrusts and revels at the sight of you taking cock in both ends.

“So good for us,” he breathes and you moan around Seoho at the compliment. It throws you in a spiral because you want to be good for them. Geonhak draws his hips back to flip you onto your hands and knees before gathering your hair into his hand.

“Open wide,” Geonhak murmurs into your ear and you drop your jaw open, letting him guide you down.

“F-fuck,” Seoho pants as he grips himself at the root and feeds his cock into your mouth. The feeling of it bumping at the back of your throat makes you choke out a moan. Your mouth floods with drool at the intrusion and you slurp around him before trying to swallow more.

Something hot rubs against your heat and you jerk at the feeling. “Keep going,” you hear Geonhak rasp behind you as you feel rough hands grab your waist and he slides back in. The force of Geonhak’s thrust pushes you further onto the cock in front of you. You choke around Seoho with a wet noise and arousal shoots through you at the same time his cock twitches in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Geonhak swears at the feeling of you flutter and squeeze around him. “You like that?”He breathes before he starts to snap his hips in long, hard thrusts. Your moans stutter every time you feel Seoho’s cock bumps against the back of your throat. It feels like cotton fills your head from overstimulation. You try to focus on sucking but Seoho yanks at your hair to pull out of your mouth, not wanting to finish yet. You wetly gasp and lay your head on his thigh, limp and moaning as Geonhak keeps taking his pleasure.

“You’re so good for us,” Geonhak darkly says, “We should just keep you here and take turns all night,” he grinds his hips against your ass as if he’s trying to reach deeper into you. “You’d like that, right?” You moan in response but he draws all the way back before thrusting back in hard. “Right??”

You shout “Yes!!” and you start to babble, “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” as Geonhak speeds up to a brutal pace. Almost there, almost there-! But he suddenly stops and cums with a groan. Your hips twitch against Geonhak’s from the feeling of wet warmth filling you up and you let out a sob as you feel him pull out.

“You want to cum?” he asks, pulling you up and shuffling you forward until you’re hovering above Seoho. Two sets of hands on your hips push you to lower onto the cock below, the slide easy and slick.

“Work for it.” Geonhak murmurs into your ear before he leans back. With a bit urging, you start to lift yourself before dropping back down. Gravity pulls Seoho deeper into you and knocks the air out of your lungs. To chase the feeling, you start to speed up.

"Yeah, like that. He likes it like this," Geonhak whispers into your ear as his hands guides your hips into a steady bounce on Seoho’s cock. You moan at the building pleasure and lean back to rest your head on his shoulder. The burn of your thighs sizzle like background noise like the slick noises of your bodies meeting. Geonhak wraps his arms around you to fondle your chest before moving one hand down to trace where your body stretches around Seoho's dick.

Suddenly, the rhythm changes when hot hands grip at your hips and pulls you down as Seoho thrusts up into you with a mewl. A loud moan escapes your lips as you nearly lose balance but Geonhak holds you up.

"He's close," he rumbles, "You're so good for us," You can almost hear the smile on Geonhak's lips and you shiver at the praise. Good for them, you want to be so good for them.

Seoho is moaning, light and airy, at the end of every exhale and he's nearly bucking you off at the force of his thrusts. With a broken noise, he pushes you onto your back -Geonhak laughs as he slides off the couch- and crawls over you. There's a wild look in his eyes as he hooks your legs over his arms and folds you in half. Thrusting back into you in one motion, he fucks you at a brutal pace.

"Holy shit-!" The new angle hits you in all the right places. You were already nearly there while Geonhak fucked you but being bent in half like this with Seoho's dick hitting you in the right spot, "I'm- I'm gonna-" Geonhak coos at your growing desperation, petting you and kissing you between your gasps. "Yes, baby," He growls, "Come for us."

And that was enough to set you off, fireworks light up behind your eyelids as you hit your high. Your body convulses but Seoho holds you steady and fucks you through your orgasm with rabbit quick thrusts. Your ears are still ringing when you feel Seoho thrust one more time before adding to the mess that Geonhak left inside you. He lets out a strangled groan as he tenses up against you. Then, he backs off and lets your legs flop down.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath with your limbs limply spread over the couch. You don’t even notice the two pairs of eyes drinking in the sight of you; bleary eyed and spread open with cum oozing out of you. Geonhak slides over for soft and sweet kisses as his fingers trace the crease of your pussy to gather up the cum dripping out of you.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your lips before pushing the cum back into you. He moves aside to let Seoho climb over for kisses as well. Licking into your mouth, he makes a small noise from tasting himself on your tongue.

“So how about it?” You break the kiss to turn to Geonhak and he smirks at you, “All night?”

Both men look at you expectantly and you huff at the sight. They almost look like puppies if they didn’t just blow your back out. “All night.”

#oneus smut #leedo smut #kpop smut #seoho smut #im always ashamed when i write these BUT I CANT STOP

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sxcret-garden · 1 year ago

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Leedo ღ Beautiful [M]

ღ Oneus Leedo x fem!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: comfort, soft smut (soft dom!Leedo, fingering, praise, mirror sex, he calls reader princess) ღ warnings: reader has a negative body image

Desc.: When you’re getting ready to attend an event you’re supposed to wear a dress to, you find yourself being unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Hating to see you hating your body like this, your boyfriend Gunhak takes a chance to try to convince you that you’re just fine the way you are.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, and no matter how many times you let your eyes scan the reflection of you in the mauve colored dress you’re wearing, you fail to find the voice of confidence within you that tells you you look just fine in it. You hate everything about it - the way your hips look too big under the fabric, the way the dress makes your stomach appear bigger, the way your arms and legs aren’t hidden in the comfort of a sweater and wide pants, and in general how it’s wrapped around your body so tightly. You can suddenly see all the things you avoid to look at usually, and now you’re even expected to go out like this in just under an hour and have everyone else see what you don’t want to show them.

The background noise of your boyfriend taking a shower in the bathroom next door stops, and the sudden silence reminds you to try and pull yourself together. You’re not supposed to be doing this. He knows how self-conscious you are about the way you look, so he made you promise not to obsess over it beforehand, and now that you’re doing it anyway you feel incredibly guilty. That, on top of this tiny pestering voice at the back of your head that keeps telling you how ugly you are, is making you not want to go to tonight’s event and instead bury yourself in wide pajamas and a heap of blankets, rewatching your favourite movie or listening to music all night. It really doesn’t matter what it is - so long as it drowns out your thoughts and the world around you.

“Have you seen my-” Gunhak stops abruptly in the doorway when he sees you frowning at the big mirror in your bedroom. “Y/N,” he sighs your name, and you can find a hint of worry in his expression as you turn your head to look at him. You fake your best smile, even though you know it’s too late.

“What do you need?” you ask, in hopes he would simply say what he came here for, but instead he shakes his head and walks inside, not wearing anything on top.

“My shirt,” he explains as he comes to a halt behind you and he puts his big hands on your shoulders. They’re still damp from the shower. “I was looking for my shirt. Are you okay?”

“Sure…” you answer, refusing to look at neither his face nor the mirror.

“I can tell you’re not,” he dissents, slightly shaking his head. “Is it about the dress?” You feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, and for a moment anxiety rushes through your body.

“I-… I’m fine…” you say it in a way that makes it obvious not even you believe your own words. Gunhak sighs in resignation, and his shoulders relax a bit as he gives your figure a thorough look. You can tell he’s trying to figure out how to cheer you up, so you interrupt his thoughts before he can even start talking.

“It’s alright,” you say, spinning around now, so you can face him properly. “I’ll just not go.”

“Huh?” He sounds upset. “Why would you say that? Weren’t you looking forward to tonight?”

“Not anymore. Not like this… not when I hate the way I look so much.” Your voice grows smaller as you go on talking, and eventually tears well up in your eyes. You do everything in your might to bite them back and to keep yourself from crying, but when your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you hit your limit. You start sobbing while he lets you rest your head against his chest, caressing your hair in a soothing manner.

“Why do you even love me?” you eventually wail. “Someone like you shouldn’t settle for someone so ugly.” He immediately grabs you by the shoulders, tearing you out of the embrace to intently look at you instead.

“Why would you say such a thing?” There is warmth in his voice, but in a way he also sounds like he’s scolding you. “I love you, including the way you look-”

“But haven’t you seen me?!” you cut him off, crying even harder now, and then you spread your arms to make him look at your entire being. “Who would want me like this?!"

"Stop that.”

“I’m fat and ugly and I have literally nothing to give!”

“I said stop,” Gunhak repeats, but you simply yell at him a bit louder.

“Why would you even date someone like m-” He grabs your face with both hands, and before you can register what’s going on, he brings you in to smash his lips against yours in a kiss to shut you up. He kisses you somewhat forcefully, but still with a lot of love, and in the end you feel yourself relax a bit.

“I’m dating you because I love you,” he tells you after parting from you, and you can still feel his warm breath on your skin as he talks. “You’re more than your body or your weight or whatever you don’t like about your appearance.” You feel the need to say something, like you’re supposed to thank him, but your words get stuck in your throat and you merely glance to the side abashedly.

“And also,” Gunhak adds, his tone soft, “in my eyes you are very beautiful. Every line of you…” he lets his fingers dance from your cheek to your collarbone - “And every curve…” - and along your side until his hand rests on your hip. “They’re all very beautiful to me.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s a serious expression on his face, but at the same time his gaze is filled with warmth, and it makes your chest fill with that same warmth too. And then he leans in closer, and when you shut your eyelids he places one more gentle kiss on your lips, whispering, “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”

You nod at him, because at this point there’s nothing else you can do. You already feel yourself at his mercy, being unable to escape the grip he has on you with his words like a soothing balm to your heart, and the way he looks at you so fondly, gaze dripping with honey. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress, and with as much effort as it took you to force yourself to put it on, with as much ease does it glide down your body and fall to the floor now. Gunhak wraps his arms around you wholly, and he pulls you close. Skin against skin, his body heat wraps itself around you, and as you separate he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours. He kisses you slowly at first, but soon the desire takes over, and he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless. You feel him unclasp your bra, and you willingly let him rid you of that as well, and eventually your last piece of clothing comes off too.

“Turn around, baby,” he says, and immediately there is fear rushing through your body. Your eyes widen, but he shakes his head. “Trust me. I want to show you how beautiful you are.” Not quite having gathered your courage you gulp, and then you do as told anyway, and as soon as your reflection in the mirror comes into sight, you instinctively look away. Gunhak has his hands rested on your shoulders, and he places a kiss right beneath your earlobe. “I love you,” you hear him whisper, and you enjoy the ticklish feeling of his fingertips dancing down your back. “And I love the way you look.”

“Why…?” you mumble, still not daring to let your eyes meet the mirror.

“What?” He lets out a short laugh. “What do you mean, why? I just do. You’re beautiful to me.” Then his hands land on your hips, and he gives them a gentle squeeze. “And sexy.” He kisses a trail down the side of your throat, and when he lets one of his hands slip between your legs to run his nails up the inside of your thigh, you quickly shut your eyes. Heat arises in the pit of your stomach, and you feel a need for him to touch you. But you don’t dare ask for it, so instead you wait for his next move. You sigh when his lips continue to work their magic in your neck, letting yourself lean against his bare chest. And then, finally, you feel him pressing a finger to your core, dragging it up your folds, and you whimper at the friction. He lets his fingertip draw figure eights on your clit, and for a while you simply enjoy the feeling, until Gunhak calls out your name.

“Y/N,” he says, voice raspy and filled with warmth, “open your eyes.”

“Don’t wanna…” you protest, and when your boyfriend dips a finger inside you, but pulls out again right away, you whine.

“Do it. I’ll show you when you’re the most beautiful to me,” you hear him whisper darkly in your ear, and you dare to glance at your reflection through one eye. However, your gaze immediately gets drawn to Gunhak’s face in the mirror, and the look he gives you, his eyes focused only on you.

“You’re doing well,” he whispers. When he pushes his finger back inside as a reward, you moan, and he starts slowly pumping it in and out of you. “That’s my beautiful princess.” His words may not be able to change your mind about your body forever, but at least they’re melting away your doubts for now. And so you take a deep breath before looking at your reflection, and you see the way your body fits so perfectly into his arms. Your eyes follow his other hand as it comes up to your chest, covering your hard nipple to gently squeeze it, and another moan falls from your lips at his touch. You see yourself, and maybe it’s because the need for an orgasm is clouding your mind, but for the first time in a while you don’t hate looking at your body. You whimper when suddenly you feel his teeth graze your neck, nibbling on the skin in an attempt to suck a mark into it. Then he adds another finger, and his movements become faster, leading you to moan his name.

“You like that?” he asks, and you nod strongly, pushing your hips forward a bit.

“More…” you mumble.

“You want another finger?”

“Y-yeah…” And again you whimper when he gives you what you asked for, and the way he fills you up feels so good, along with the image in the mirror of him fingering you suddenly making you unable to take your eyes off your reflection.

“You see how beautiful you are like this?” he asks.

“Y-yeah…” you answer again, having to admit to yourself that you kind of like seeing what he’s doing to you from this perspective.

“I’ll show you what’s even more beautiful.” Gunhak’s voice rings in your ears as he presses his thumb against your clit. Curling his fingers inside you while also stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves, you can feel your high approaching faster. “Look at yourself, babe,” he orders, and you do, until the pleasure gets too much and you shut your eyes tightly.

“I-I’m gonna cum…” you whine, and you earn a hum of approval from him. You can feel his chest vibrate against your back, and he holds you tight while his fingers are bringing you to your high. You cry out when your orgasm hits you, and as you’re coming down from it, your boyfriend makes sure to keep you steady on shaky knees. Eventually he sits you down on your bed and he grabs some tissues to clean you up.

“Do you wanna give the dress another chance?” Gunhak asks after picking it up off the floor and sitting down next to you with it in his hands. He leans in to place a kiss on your temple, adding, “Or should we get you something more comfortable to wear?”

#oneus smut #leedo smut #oneus x reader #leedo x reader #oneus drabbles #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #oneus fanfic #kpop smut #smut

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