#sub!xikers

[darknesscreepin]

lee yechan

pairing : sub!yechan x dom!reader

been thinking about how yechan would be in any intimate situation, especially eating you out. after a lengthy make out session, you were getting visibly needy and yechan immediately jumped into action.

he’d gain so much satisfaction from eating you out. the more he hears you moan, the harder he’ll try to get you to orgasm. yechan wouldn’t stop at one though, no, he’d unintentionally overstimulate you. you just sound so pretty.

the feeling of his plump, soft lips, occasionally grazing your clit made you shiver. his arms would grip your thighs, trying to stabilize your legs. he would have such a firm hold on you, it turned you on.

you watched the top of yechan’s head move in between your legs, and knowing how much he enjoys it, made you want to last longer.

yechan would hate when you tried to make lengthen his time between your legs, regardless of how much he loved it. he would say “this is about you, i just want to make you feel good.”

almost in competition with you, he’s do his best to make you cum. thumbing your clit, or inserting a finger usually did the trick.

his breathing would pick up and you hear the light groans he lets out. your moans would pick up, yechan’s nose would graze against your clit, his eyes finding yours. he would be the happiest camper if you squirted on his face.

he’s do his best to catch every last drop, maintaining eye contact with you. you hadn’t noticed yet, but yechan came in his pants, his underwear sticky as he panted with his head on your thigh.

you ran your fingers through his black hair, streaked with a green-ish blue. the two of you sat in silence for a while, trying to catch your breath until yechan made his way back onto the bed. the two of you cuddled until you fell asleep.

UMMM DOUBLE UPLOAD THIS MONTH WOAH! yeah this is just like him being a pleaser has been rotting my brain for weeksss omg there was this one interview w summi and she asked him to do a kick. at first he was like “ehhh” and sunmi was like “oh, are your pants too uncomfortable?” or something like that and he was like “i’m just gonna do it😆” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT but there’s sm other stuff i notice about him when i watch content. i wanna write minjae next if i do another xikers one tho! okay bye who knows when i’ll post again!

[sminiac]

hehe now is my moment 🙏🏾 i'll ask abt xikers later but i would loveee your thoughts on 8turn,, who do u think are doms, who are subs, who are switches,,, like a little analysis yk! i hope more ppl req for 8turn cuz i love them sm

💌— NOW IS YOUR MOMENT BUNNY !! OHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Warnings — Smut focused! MDNI.

⋆ J. Myungho

Dom, and a mean one at that. He thrives with control and having a say, he likes the way you obey, even when you choose not to he likes it— the challenge, the adrenaline. But I will say he completely has the ability to be a switch too when he wants to, he’d like being taken care of, talked to sweetly, having his needs put first because that always feels good. He really can’t help how mushy he becomes by being doted on, and so quickly too! It’s a fairly rare occurrence, but when he’s in subspace he’s in it deep. Besides that, going back to his roots, Myungho doesn’t mind being called ‘daddy’ but he loves calling you names, “Princess”, “Sweetheart, “Baby.” He’s sick, will call you the names he typically only uses in bed when the two of you are out together just to get a reaction.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ M. Jaeyun

I don’t really peg Jaeyun as a concrete sub or dom, I think he’d fall slightly more on the vanilla side, he enjoys the intimacy of sex and the concept of pleasuring your partner to such otherworldly extents and doing anything to fulfil that, and having the same done for him, but occasionally he’ll indulge you and play a little into the roles given. He’ll whine for you, and complain about how unfair you’re being but he won’t go so far as to outright beg to be fucked. Though sometimes he can’t help but want to hear the sound of your voice when you’re asking of him to do that one thing you like and will pretend not to hear until you’re hitting his shoulder, huffing and impatient.

⋆ Y. Minho

A sub, he couldn’t fully mean dom you if his life depended on it. He’ll give it a try once or twice but it just makes him too anxious having control over another’s body, having to think about what he’ll do next to you, if he’s being ‘dom’ enough for you, how he should go about touching or talking to you. Yeah, it’s really not for him. When Minho’s trying something new he likes being told what to do and how to do it, and that doesn’t really mix well with trying to be demanding. If he’s leaning on more on the ‘dom’ side some nights it’s really only because he’s incredibly horny, the demanding of how he takes you and the level of noise being kept to a minimum only comes from his lack of patience, but that’s about as deep as he gets into it.

⋆ C. Yoonsung

A switch. The actual switch of all switches, his acclaimed mix of both masculinity and femininity balance so beautifully and presently that it also applies in the bedroom. I feel like most would assume he’s a sub —and he can be— but the side of him that only your eyes have witnessed would turn heads if anyone were to catch word of how quickly he can swing between the two. He knows how to hold you down for better angles that intensify both your pleasure and his, he likes the title calling and hearing you sob and whine, but he also enjoys the exact same things being done to him.

⋆ J. Haemin

Wants to dom, absolutely can not. Also the type to try it out, just to get a gauge on how much he can work from it, but if he even says one thing while in ‘dom mode’ then he’s immediately trying not to laugh in your face about how silly and unnatural it sounds coming from him. I think he’s the most likely to want to abandon roles and titles, he just wants to show you he loves you, in his own natural Haemin way. He’s more of a gravelly, yet airy whiner, but when you actually get an ear full you wouldn’t exactly call the sounds he makes as whining. He talks more than making noise, defaults to “Fuck.” And “Oh my god” when there’s no space left in his head to think of anything else but you and the way you make him feel.

⋆ C. Kyungmin

Dom, a service dom at that! He’s so all about you that he only blinks silently when you’re asking of him to let you take lead for the night. He’ll allow you to of course, but he can never quite fully relax due to how unfamiliar he is with being in your place for once, and if he can’t quite get himself to chill out, you can always help with that! He’s a very easygoing person, and sometimes he struggles with it but he’s always so gracious with you, does his best to accommodate your needs and requests, even when they’re a little outside of his comfort zone, there’s nothing wrong with trying new things, especially when it’s you!

[zierose-freak]

These are all smut btw !! My requests are still open and I am open to writing fluff and angst !!

[sanstropfremir]

best choreos of 2023!

not gonna lie, this year was a rough one for choreos. like with the actual music itself, this year was profoundly complacent and very few choreographies were truly inspired and willing to do something original. i was actually afraid for a bit that i was not even gonna be able to fill out a top ten list, much less having any runners' up. so here's a list of runners' up:

new dayz - trendz

spotlight - yunho

wormhole - n.ssign

neverland - nine.i

baggy jeans - nct u

koong - xikers

vuja de - yunho

bouncy - ateez

journey - woodz

and my favourites:

circle - onew

i have a bit of a love hate relationship with the circle choreo bc on one hand i LOVE it, the imagery and idea is beautiful i think it's one of the few choreos this year that actually embodies what the song and the cb were trying to say. but on the other hand, as a contemporary dance enjoyer it is.........let down by the fact that kpop is a predominantly hiphop based genre and the backup dancers are not up to snuff for this type of choreo. kaspar did a pretty good job choreographing it but hiphop and contemp/modern are notoriously hard styles to slide between for dancers, and i really think they should have actually got a modern choreographer and a modern troupe. it would have significantly upped the quality and given the stages that extra gut punch.

grl gvng - xg

honestly you really could sub in any xg choreo from this year here bc they were all stellar, but the commitment of grl gvng clinched it for me. the costuming, the makeup, the style of movement all tell such a clear story that i would have included it on my list regardless of what the album was, but the transition from hesonoo to xgene to grl gvng is fucking UNREAL. it's so refreshing to see a gg actually commit to a concept that isn't pretty bubbly straightness and to not compromise on it regardless of how much people bitch, right down to the choreo. there's something immensely satisfying about seeing a choreo about how these girls are alien cyborgs and have it actually LOOK like they are alien cyborgs, the intentional clunkiness and 'offputting' movements and all. i've been begging for an actual real concept like this for years and finally. finally it has been delivered.

chrome arts - onlyoneof

its not a choreo list by me if there isn't an ooo one, and once again they came right out of the gate at the beginning of the year with something batshit insane. the knee walk move is crazy. i love it 10/10.

killer - key

unlike a lot of the other entries on this list, i don't think killer has as concise of a concept other than "the 80s", but the great thing about it is that you absolutely can successfully pull off a more abstract concept if you do it well. this is such a strong choreo with good images and composition, plus a lot of 80s references in the moves themselves, and sometimes that's all you need if you put the right care into it. this is actually one of the few choreos that i've seen that correctly capture the feel of an mj choreo from the 80s, which seems to be a real challenge for a lot of idols. i will say that i think it would have made more sense to me if this had been a repack to bad love, bc it has the same vein of nostalgia vibes and a very similar feel in the shapes of the choreo, but really they're all part of his retro series so it's not a substantive complaint.

the rizzness - taemin

don't speak to me don't look at me i'm literally never recovering from this in my entire life. i cannot fucking believe he made me say with full conviction that ""the rizzness"" is one of the best taemin bsides but also of fucking course he did. this is black rose but eviler (complimentary). it's so interesting to see how versatile taemin's style is and where his true strengths lie. obviously his title track choreos are perfectly tailored to his body and his abilities and they are all unreal choreos on their own. but there's something about the way that he carries himself when he does more hiphop based choreo that has such a natural power to it. it's so clear that this is the style that he started learning dance in and especially now that he's become much more settled in his body since he got back from the military, it's so obvious how much love he has for this song and this way of movement that i don't think any of his title tracks will stack up in the same to it in my eyes.

don't call me - dkz nine to six

insane. insane insane insane. i love everything about this. it's weird its creative it had very clear imagery that supports the song, it says fuck capitalism, what more could you possibly want. honestly one of the best choreos of the last couple years. i'm also gonna include nod here too bc it was the bside they promoted and it has crazy choreo also, and highly recommend ppl listen to digital love, the other bside. very strong release from dkz this year despite all the shit they went through.

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here's hoping 2024 is better!

[fymoonbyul]

[VIDEO] 241106 [Unreleased] Hard drive release! (feat. fromis_9, Moon Byul, xikers, BAEKHO) | Behind①' (ENG SUB)

[redrumrecords]

SIN DANYI (ENHYPEN) PROFILE & FACTS

➢ BASICS

STAGE NAME: Danyi

BIRTH NAME: Alix Sin

KOREAN NAME: Sin Danyi

NATIONALITY: Korean-American

BIRTH PLACE: Vancouver, Washington

BIRTHDAY: January 1st, 2003

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

HEIGHT: 5'4" (163 cm)

WEIGHT: 44 kg (97 lbs)

BLOOD TYPE: O

➢ SOCIAL MEDIA

INSTAGRAM: @/alixx_sinn [personal]

TWITTER: @/aaahlix [inactive]

YOUTUBE: N/A

➢ GROUP INFORMATION

GROUP: ENHYPEN

SUB UNIT: TBD

UNOFFICIAL POSITION: Vocalist, Dancer, Rapper

FACE + VOICE CLAIMS: Haewon [NMIXX]

➢ FACTS

Representative Emoji: 🦉 [OWL] or 🐡 [BLOWFISH]

She was born in Vancouver, Washington but lived in Seoul, South Korea when she was from the ages of 4-10; then she moved back to Vancouver for a couple years before moving back to Seoul, South Korea to attend a performing arts school.

Training Period: 4 Years.

She speaks English, Spanish, Korean, and Japanese.

She has been signed under Redrum Records as a soloist since April 14th, 2024.

I-LAND Audition Songs: SF9's O Sole Mio and Red Velvet's Zimzalabim.

FINAL I-LAND RANKING: 3RD PLACE.

She ranked number 1 out of the five girls who participated.

She drinks 2 cups of Americanos daily; it's her favorite drink.

She is still friends with the other female i-LAND participants.

Other idols she is friends with: Ateez's Yejun and Yunho, Viva from Stupid Cupid, VeriVery's Kangmin, Minchan, and Hoyoung, Billie, Kep1er, xikers '03 line, Arsene from Bad Omens, Bayani's Yunji, Kwoo, and Narae, Tati from Valley of the Dolls.

She has dual citizenship in Korea and America.

Family: Mother, Father, Younger Sister ('09), Older Brother ('00), Older Brother ('02).

She has horrible eyesight and wears contacts; will wear glasses if her eyes become irritated.

[toxicrevolver]

K-Pop recap of the year!

Tagged by @serendipminie thanks for the tag!!!

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Groups you started stanning: literally every group I now stan. I only knew BTS and OnlyOneOf at the end of 2022. So the answer is yes.

New ult biases?: Suga (BTS), Leedo (Oneus), Choi In (E’last), O.de (Xdinary Heroes), Taeyong, Ten, Xiaojun, Yuta (NCT) (I just figured out ult biases these past few month. I am slow. The list is probs gonna expand. More NCT members will be added probably. I have no self control) I FORGOT S.COUPS AND WOOZI (Seventeen). IM TERRIBLE

Idol(s) who got the most of your simping: HAN (SKZ). IDK WHAT HAPPENED THERE. ALSO CHOI IN (E’last). the rest of the ult list. SO MANY DIFFERENT MEMBERS OF NCT. MOSTLY WAYV. LATELY MARK (NCT). FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON

Most streamed group(s): NCT (yes all of the sub units), Seventeen, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

Most streamed soloist(s)?: Taemin (of SHINee) and Taeyong (of NCT) THEY WERE SOLO ALBUMS/MUSIC SO IT COUNTS WAIT I FORGOT DRP IAN TOO. I LIKE HIM.

Top K-Pop song(s) of this year (opinion or streaming, you choose): Alley Oop, Kangaroo, The Bat (NCT U), Hot & Don Quixote (Seventeen), BOUNCY (Ateez) HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD AND NOW MATZ DOES. ALSO JOPPING (SuperM) FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON FOR LIKE A MONTH STRAIGHT. Honorable mentions - Paint Me Naked & New Heroes (Ten of NCT/WayV), Koong (Xikers), Simulation (Oneus)

Top debut this year: Xikers & BoyNextDoor (yes I’m picking two. They’re my kids I can’t pick favourites)

Choreographies you learned: *insert Highschool musical “I don’t dance” meme*

Albums/merchandise you bought: so many albums. Like so many. And a shit ton of lomo photocards.

New K-Pop mutuals you made: SO MANY. Such as you! But also so many others!! (A large majority of them are about to be tagged. Idc if we don’t talk. You’re still a kpop moot)

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Tagging (no pressure): @odeblr @faceglitchsworld @rainknow @accal1a @pisces-of-peaces @atinystraykid @we-survive-endlessly @haahka @smushedmuffin @here4theheartbreak @papangphromphiriya

[complete-in-ix]

Arf! Arf!

Rating: E

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, dom/sub, heavy petplay, hypnokink in the form of modified clicker training (snapping instead of a clicker tool), praise kink, strap-ons, oral sex, dacryphilia, cock stepping, mild degradation kink, spit as lube, minor masochism, no prep because I forgot to write it in ✌️🤪, anal sex, barebacking, oral fixation, spanking, come marking, breeding kink, knotting, come eating, cunnilingus, slight scent kink, leg humping, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation. Also trans Sumin and pathetic down atrocious puppy sub Jinsik because I'm a pathetic down atrocious trans puppy sub and I say so.

Description: Jinsik thinks that he has it in him to be bratty. Sumin welcomes him to try.

(Read on AO3)

All is silent in the xikers dorms. Today is a rare day off now that Red Sun promotions are over, so the members have decided to spend it accordingly. Minjae and Yechan have gone off to the studio, Junmin and Hunter are in the practice room helping Hyunwoo sharpen his dance skills, Seeun has dragged Yujun out with their manager for a day hitting the malls, and Junghoon is at another rehab appointment. This just leaves the two lovebirds Sumin and Jinsik together in the dorm for some long-awaited alone time. 

Their morning was spent curled in each other’s arms, the ever-disciplined Sumin slipping into Jinsik's room and bed as soon as his usual morning alarm had gone off. Jinsik had turned his own alarm off the night before, so they got to sleep in and dream of each other until almost noon. Sumin had made brunch for them after they woke up, and they ate together before going out for a walk around town. 

They’ve since returned home and are nestled on the couch together, enjoying the silence and each other’s company… Until Jinsik breaks the silence.

"You know yeobo, I'm starting to get a little tired of always having to obey you." 

Sumin's hand doesn't stop petting Jinsik's hair, nor does Jinsik lift his head out of Sumin's lap. Jinsik does, however, roll over just a little so he can look Sumin in the eye. He's met with a casual raised eyebrow.

"Do you mean in general or in bed?" Sumin is calm as ever. That's what Jinsik loves about him, he never escalates based on assumptions, always talks things out until they're clear with him. Jinsik is so lucky.

"In bed," Jinsik answers. He schools his face into a pout despite how much he wants to smile instead; he has to show Sumin that he's serious, after all! "I know we both feel good when I listen to you, but I'd like to take control for once. I bet I could make you beg for me just like I do for you." He finally lets himself smile at that. The mental image has been haunting him for weeks now; Sumin spread out on his bed, aching and begging for Jinsik to give him some relief. He wouldn't even need his cock to please Sumin, he knows the effect that just the sight of his tongue has on him! His train of thought is interrupted by a soft huff of laughter from Sumin.

"I'm sure you could, jagiya." Sumin yields to him far too easily, like he's watching a cute puppy trying to unlock a gate. Jinsik ignores how that nonchalant attitude strikes up an almost desperate heat in his gut. Both of them know that Jinsik is the strongest member without even having to work out. He could easily overpower Sumin and take whatever he wants from him. He just needs to take the initiative.

"Yeah, I could, so I will!" Jinsik declares, hammering in his point by brushing Sumin's hand aside and shoving him down so he's lying across the couch. Yet again, he goes down far too easily—with a smile, even—and even more frustratingly, doesn't shift his hips up to help Jinsik drag down his loose sweatpants. He quickly finds out why when his fingers catch on something on the way down and he's met with the sight of a very familiar black harness. It stops Jinsik in his tracks. It's been a while since they did anything past kissing in general, but even longer since Sumin has last worn that for him. The spark of heat in his gut blazes up into a wildfire.

"Still going to make me beg, pup?' Jinsik's brain is too busy leaking out of his ears to formulate a response to Sumin's teasing, let alone resist that all-too-fitting petname. He backs off as Sumin sits back up; can't—won't—touch him without permission. He thinks he shakes his head, he really can't tell if he did with how entranced he is at the sight of Sumin's strap. "Sit," Sumin commands with a snap of his fingers, and Jinsik bolts to the floor where he's pointing so fast that his knees bruise. The pain is nothing, losing his attempt at dominance is nothing, all he can focus on is Sumin's smiling face above him where he belongs. Sumin snaps again. "Speak."

"Woof!"

"Good boy~" Sumin cups his cheek with one hand, ruffles his hair with the other, and Jinsik is up so high that he can almost forget the throbbing need between his legs. "I'll forgive you if you bring my cock over here, pup. Can you do that for me?"

Jinsik nods so frantically that he almost bites his own tongue. Forgiveness, Sumin's cock, helping his master... He's a greedy pup, he wants it all.

"Such a sweet pup that I have~" Sumin coos, and Jinsik whimpers. "Now, you remember what pups don't do, right?"

Jinsik nods again; pups don't walk on two legs, pups don't use their hands, pups don't talk, pups don’t forget that the safeword is "Roady".

"Good boy, you're so smart!" Sumin praises, lightly shaking Jinsik's head around. Cuteness aggression, because Jinsik is a cute pup just for him. "I left it in my bag, now go fetch!"

Jinsik takes off on all fours almost before the command is finalized with a third snap of Sumin’s fingers. Not actually before, though, just almost. He's Sumin's good pup, he won't let him down. He finds Sumin's bag easily, it being just on the other chair next to the couch, and unzips it just as easily with his teeth. He sort of wishes that Sumin would wear sweatpants less often so he could open some other kind of zipper with his teeth… He shakes the thought out of his head; that's a conversation for another day. It only takes a little bit of messy pawing around inside the bag—his fingers carefully curled up so he doesn't break the rules—for him to find Sumin's cock; a long, thick, knotted green monstrosity—Minjae's words, not his (everyone now knows to never open Sumin's mail for him)—that makes Jinsik's jaw ache as he takes it into his mouth. He's already drooling around it as he trots back to Sumin and it's not even properly inside his mouth yet.

"'Good boy~" Sumin purrs upon his return. "You're so sweet, I've forgotten what I was about to punish you for" he says with an exaggerated pout as he takes his cock from his mouth. "That would have been mean of me to punish you for no reason, now wouldn't it? How about a treat instead?" Jinsik lights up even brighter than he had been before; if he had a tail, it would be wagging so hard that his whole body would be shaking.

"Woof!" He emphasizes his approving bark with a play-bow, ass up and chest so low that his shirt slides down to reveal his narrow waist. Perfect for Sumin to grab, right? Perfect to hold him in place with, right? He hopes he can convey his pleading with just his face, turned up towards Sumin at an angle that makes his neck hurt.

"Ooh, someone's eager~" Sumin teases as he kicks off his sweatpants. He has to take off the harness to put his strap-on together properly, shifting his hips up and—oh. He hadn't been wearing anything else other than that. He's also dripping, tdick standing red and proud and shining with slick. Jinsik's mouth floods with drool that he doesn't even bother to swallow down. He's been promised a treat, he can slobber for it as much as he wants! He can't help but whimper when Sumin clasps his strap back on and obscures Jinsik's view. "Naughty pup," Sumin chides, "were you hoping to get two treats?"

Jinsik's metaphorical tail stills its wagging. Could he? He averts his gaze from Sumin's cock to his eyes, chest prickling with shame. Sumin's face breaks from a playfully offended look into a smile.

"I know this is going to spoil you too much for your own good, but I'm doing it anyway," he sighs. “Come here.” Jinsik obeys, straightening up from his bow to rest his head in Sumin’s waiting hand. Sumin cradles him so gently as he shifts forward until Jinsik goes cross-eyed staring at his cock. "Cute,” he coos. He snaps with his free hand. It's quieter than the one he usually uses, but it's just as hypnotizing to Jinsik. “Get this nice and wet for me to fuck you with, and then you can taste the other one.” Jinsik doesn’t have to be told twice!

He opens wide for Sumin to shove his cock inside; waits like a good pup for that wonderfully mind-numbing weight on his tongue instead of taking it for himself. Sumin pulls him down by the hair, totally uncaring if Jinsik chokes or gags. Why would he care about something that won’t happen, after all? Jinsik’s mouth is deep enough that they wouldn’t have to worry about his gag reflex even if he had one. His eyes still water beyond belief despite this, spilling over as they roll back in his head. He chases the taste of his own tears as they mix with his spit on Sumin's cock; cis dick is apparently salty sometimes, so this must be an approximation of how Sumin feels when sucking Jinsik off. It feels like the fucking dream. 

“Such a good boy—fuck—I bet you’re leaking already,” Sumin curses, though Jinsik can hardly hear him over his own lewd slurping and muffled whimpers. He's hardly getting any time to breathe between thrusts, the back of his throat getting bullied into what he knows will get him a scolding from his vocal coach. Just the way he likes it. Sumin hooks a leg around his back and drags him closer until Jinsik has to brace his hands—still curled into paws—on Sumin's thighs for stability. He's leaking just like Sumin had predicted, has been leaking for a decent while by now. It's only just started to soak into his pants, wet and slick but still somehow sticky and fuck does it get to his head when coupled with the sting in his scalp. He wants—needs—to get off, so hard that he’s dizzy, would still be dizzy even if Sumin wasn’t fucking his throat like this. He’s rough enough that Jinsik can’t take his hands off his thighs to rut against them. A fresh wave of tears sting Jinsik’s eyes at the realization; usually Sumin gives him at least something! Then again, the leg that isn’t still hooked around his waist is right there, within Jinsik’s reach… The thought has Jinsik moaning around Sumin’s cock. It would be so dirty, so degrading to use Sumin like this; what kind of untrained, vulgar pup would he be to hump his master’s leg just for his own pleasure? He’ll be punished for it for sure… But the temptation is too appealing. He does his best to be subtle, make it look like he’s just scooting over to get comfortable—

—only for Sumin to lift up his heel and bring it down directly onto his cock. Not hard, thank fuck, but still with enough force to make Jinsik see stars. 

“Naughty pup,” Sumin scolds. He drags Jinsik off his cock as if to add to his punishment. Jinsik gasps out a ragged moan, tears and drool flowing freely down his face. “Your desperation is so obvious, it's kind of pathetic.” He grinds his heel just a tiny bit harder against Jinsik’s throbbing arousal and Jinsik can only moan and whine, weak to the pleasure-pain that only Sumin can give to him. 

He could come just like this, he realizes, even though this is new for both of them. Would Sumin let him, just this once? 

“Then again, I think I've strung you out for long enough. We'll talk about it later for next time, okay?” Jinsik whimpers in protest but nods anyway. Sumin is right, it’s better to wait and talk than risk a meltdown by pushing through. “Up.”

Sumin snaps his fingers again and Jinsik drags himself back onto the couch in an instant. The movement finally draws his attention to how damp he’s gotten, his sweat sticking his shirt to him and his pants sticky with precum. 

“Aww, poor pup~” Sumin coos when Jinsik whines. “Getting too hot there, aren't you?” He nods and Sumin snaps. “Paws up.” Jinsik obeys as soon as he’s stable on the couch, putting his arms up for Sumin to take off his shirt, and then falls back against the cushions and lifts his hips so Sumin can take off his pants and underwear. He can’t hold back his groan of relief when his skin is exposed to the air, head spinning too much to even be flustered at the exposure even when Sumin is raking his eyes over his body like he wants to devour him. “Fuck, you're so sexy,” he growls. “Do you have any idea how much I envy you? You don't even have to work for it, and your body is like this.” Sumin’s words are punctuated by his hands sliding up Jinsik’s sides, squeezing at his narrow waist and pressing him into the couch until his thumbs brush his nipples. Jinsik arches into the touch. “You're so sensitive, too~” Sumin pinches him, hard, and Jinsik yelps and tries to squirm out of his reach, but his cock—aching and red and leaking all over his stomach—jumps and gives him away. He never would have guessed that Sumin could turn him into such a masochist. Love does funny things. “Cute. I can't decide if I want to play with you or be inside you.” Jinsik whines in complaint; he needs Sumin inside him, now! Hasn’t he done all that he was supposed to? “Okay, okay, enough playing. Turn around.” Jinsik’s metaphorical tail gets right back to madly wagging as soon as their legs are untangled enough for him to obey. 

He presents just the way Sumin likes it; ass up, back arched, face pressed into the cushions. He gets a reverent hand tracing down his spine for his efforts that has him shivering. Sumin's touch is always so warm, so loving even when he’s punishing Jinsik. So gentle unlike the rough prod of his cock against his hole. 

“Remember to breathe, pup.” Is all the warning he gets before Sumin pushes his way inside; his unforgiving girth punching the breath out of his lungs and splitting him open with only Jinsik’s spit to ease the sting. 

“You like that, pup?” Sumin asks when Jinsik cries out. He slows down his less-than-gentle entrance for just a moment, pulling out slightly and returning to shove a pillow—now encased with Jinsik’s discarded shirt—under his hips. The rough, scratchy friction against his leaky cock borders on painful, yet he can’t stop himself from rutting against it; forward onto the pillow, backward onto Sumin’s cock, over and over until the pain blooms into pleasure. “This is easier than I thought it would be,” Sumin muses, one hand gripping Jinsik’s waist to steady him. “Have you been touching yourself when I’m not around?” 

Jinsik muffles a broken whine into the couch cushions. Caught. 

“Come on, pup. Answer me clearly.” Sumin’s voice takes on an authoritative edge. The hand on his waist tightens hard enough to bruise, while the other snakes around his throat to pull him up. “You’re allowed to talk just this once,” he teases, only to hook two fingers into Jinsik’s mouth. “I mean, if you can~” he adds when Jinsik chokes on a moan. Jinsik decides not to answer right away. The pressure of Sumin’s fingers on his tongue is just too good to resist closing his mouth around them and sucking, circling his tongue around the thick digits until his mind goes blissfully blank. The sound of it all is filthy; Jinsik’s muffled whimpers between his lewd slurping and the creak of the couch springs beneath him as Sumin fucks his way inside. Jinsik can’t get enough. 

“Such a needy pup, always wanting something to suck on,” Sumin huffs. He drags his fingers out of Jinsik’s mouth and lightly slaps him across the face with them, leaving a wet streak behind. “Come on, pup. I still need an answer.” He snaps his fingers again. “Speak.”

“Yuh—yeah, I have been,” Jinsik slurs. It's so hard to form words after not needed to for so long; the motions of his jaw and tongue now unfamiliar to him. “Jus’ missed y’so much, need somethin’ in me, need y’to fuck me, please, please!” He twists around to face Sumin properly—beg him properly. “Jus’ move already, ‘ll be fine.”

Sumin shoves his face back into the cushions. The new angle makes it hard to breathe with the way it restricts his throat; then again it could also be how deep Sumin reaches inside now. He’s almost bottomed out completely with just the knot left to shove its way in. He needs it all; needs it deeper, harder. 

“Such a greedy pup,” Sumin sighs. “No more talking,” he adds with a resounding slap to Jinsik’s ass. It stings so good that his eyes are spilling over again, fresh tear tracks running down his ruddy face. Jinsik obeys and lets his verbal processing skills melt away to blissed-out moans and whimpers. He’s much more comfortable this way, incoming crick in his neck aside. “You just want to be broken and bred, don’t you?” Sumin’s filthy words are paired with the rough drag of his cock against Jinsik’s walls, pulling out halfway and slamming back in. 

(Yes!) he wants to say, (Yes, please, breed me, stuff me full, give me your puppies!) He's already been freed from the burden of speaking, though, so he's reduced to just the animalistic moans that Sumin fucks out of him at a brutal pace. Sumin likes that, but he doesn’t understand them, so Jinsik rocks backwards and meets his thrusts as hard as he can manage. His cock ruts harshly into the pillow no matter what direction he goes in and it makes him feel so trapped, so dirty, so used. Just like it should be. 

“Good boy,” Sumin growls. “Such an obedient pup for me, my perfect little slut. Gonna knot you, knock you up with so many puppies. Fill out this pretty figure of yours.” His hand digs a bruise into Jinsik’s waist and Jinsik positively wails. The thought of his slender body growing wide and rounding out around Sumin’s children—impossible as they would be—after this is absolutely dizzying; he wants it, needs it. “Want my knot, pup?” Jinsik does his best to nod from his place shoved against the couch. Sumin’s smile—even though it's blurred with tears—couldn’t possibly be more beautiful. He finally releases his grip on Jinsik’s head and thrusts his fingers into his face. A familiar snap brings Jinsik’s brain back into focus. “Kiss.” 

Jinsik presses his lips against Sumin’s fingers in the best approximation that he can manage in his ruined state. Sumin huffs out a laugh, gentle fingers wiping Jinsik’s drool off his lips.

“Sweet boy,” Sumin sighs. “Not that kind.” Jinsik blinks his bleary eyes up at him in confusion until he snaps again. “How do pups kiss?” Oh, right. Pups don’t kiss like people. He scrambles to correct his mistake, curling his tongue around Sumin’s fingers and lapping at them until they’re shining with spit. “That’s better.” Jinsik’s focus fizzles back into blissful nothing at Sumin's praise. This is all he needs to function, just Sumin’s guiding hand, Sumin’s voice in his ear, Sumin commanding his every movement, Sumin, Sumin, Sumi—

His muted thoughts shatter into white-hot pleasure when Sumin’s slick fingers wrap around his cock. He muffles a cry into the couch as Sumin jerks him off; fast and hard to make up for his thrusts starting to slow down. It’s a welcome change from the pillow under his hips, which has gone from scratchy to borderline chafing over the course of this rough mating. 

“Good boy,” Sumin groans over Jinsik’s sobbing moans. “Such a good pup for me.” His hand speeds up and Jinsik nearly collapses, held up only by Sumin’s grip on his waist. “Getting close?” Sumin really doesn’t need to ask. He’s ruined Jinsik enough times that he can tell just by how his cock twitches in his grasp. “You’re so easy,” he purrs. The hand around Jinsik’s waist releases him just for a moment, and with one last snap of his fingers;

“Come.” 

Jinsik obeys instantly with a howling moan, so hard he nearly whites out. Sumin’s knot pops into place right against his prostate and sends sparks down his spine with every twitch of his body; all the more stimulation that's rapidly building up to be almost too much. Sumin doesn't let him get away; his hips still grinding his knot into him and his hand milking him for all he’s worth until he’s sobbing and trembling. He’s helpless to do anything other than take what Sumin gives him, until he’s choking on his sobs, until Sumin’s hand and the pillow underneath him—bless Sumin’s foresight to cover it with his shirt—are drenched in white, until the waves of his orgasm start to ebb into painful aftershocks. Sumin releases his cock with one final tug and spanks him just to make him squeal, no doubt leaving a white streak behind. Marking him. The thought makes his spent cock stir again, though he’s far too boneless to do anything about it at the moment. He only vaguely registers Sumin’s hand disappearing to drag the pillow out from under him. There’s a rustle of fabric and the pillow—now stripped of the shirt that had been covering it and mostly clean of any evidence—thumps onto the couch next to Jinsik’s head and his shirt is tossed into an inside-out heap on the floor. 

“Fuck,” Sumin hisses under his breath. Jinsik makes some kind of quizzical bleating noise in response; he knows something hasn’t gone right but is still too fucked-out to really process it. “It’s nothing that bad, don’t worry,” Sumin reassures with a gentle hand on Jinsik’s back, “you’re just a messy pup. There's cum on the couch.” Fuck, indeed. Jinsik faintly wonders if Sumin will command him to lick it off. He’s done that before after fucking him against his desk, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he did it again. Jinsik wouldn’t mind. Good pups do what they’re told. Jinsik doesn't hear any snap or command though, just the faint tinkering of Sumin taking off his cock. His strength has returned enough for him to turn around and give Sumin a questioning look. “Pretty pup.” Sumin pauses his unstrapping and reaches out with his clean hand to wipe Jinsik’s tears away. “Normally I would tell you to clean up your mess, but this is a shared couch and I'd rather not get your tongue on it before it goes inside me. I’ll take care of it this time.” Jinsik lights up. 

“Woof!” His tongue hangs out from between his teeth in his anticipation, and he starts to squirm and paw at Sumin, impatient for him to free himself and give him his second treat. The movement tugs at Sumin’s knot and they both hiss. 

“So impatient,” Sumin sighs. “Hold on, pup, I can't really do this with one hand.” He sticks his fingers in front of Jinsik’s face again and snaps, the motion flicking some of Jinsik’s own cum onto his cheek. “Clean up.” 

Jinsik obeys, parting his lips so Sumin can shove his fingers inside. His mouth floods with drool as Sumin presses them against his tongue and smears his release all over it. It’s slightly bitter but he laps it all up anyway, sealing his lips around each of Sumin's thick fingers to suck it off, then moving on to licking his palm clean. He swallows it all under Sumin’s watchful eye and is rewarded with a smile.

“Good boy.” His hand retreats and his weight pulls away from Jinsik mere seconds after, finally freed from the harness that he now buckles inside-out around Jinsik’s hips and legs to keep his knot secured inside him. “Still want your other treat?” Jinsik can feel himself getting hard again before Sumin can even finish his sentence. He whimpers pathetically, both of them already knowing that Sumin can tell he needs it. A familiar snap chases away Jinsik’s desperate thoughts. “Sit.”

Moving is a challenge now that Jinsik has a knot in him sending zaps of pleasure up his spine, but Jinsik is a good pup, so he obeys and drops to his bruised knees where Sumin points him. When he looks back up at Sumin, he's in the middle of stripping his shirt off. Jinsik's eyes roam over what’s revealed; soft abs, scar-defined chest, toned arms. Sumin lays his shirt on top of the couch before sitting down on it and opening his legs right in Jinsik’s face. Of course the motion draws Jinsik's gaze right between them. Sumin’s inner thighs have grown damp with his own slick, red marks cut into his skin by the harness that's now strapped on Jinsik. He's flushed a deep red, made darker by his black not-quite-curls. He's trimmed them again. Jinsik whines; he understands why he would, but it’s so much more enjoyable to bury his face in them and breathe him in when they’re longer. Then again this gives him a better view of Sumin's throbbing tdick and how wet he’s gotten—it’s like he’s applied gloss around his pussy—so he supposes it's worth it. 

“Come here, pup.” Sumin's words are punctuated by two quick snaps. Jinsik shakes himself out of his daze and rushes to obey, crawling between Sumin's legs and resting his cheek on his thigh. His hands come up to rest higher up on Sumin’s legs, still curled into paws, still a safe distance from his hips. His treat is so close… 

Another snap. 

“Wait for it.” 

Of course Sumin wouldn't make this easy for him. He whines but obeys and keeps still; if he's good and waits without touching himself, he'll get his treat. Sumin grins down at him. One hand cards through Jinsik's hair, the other held up ready to snap. Jinsik can feel himself starting to tremble in anticipation. 

Snap. 

“Speak.”

“Woof!”

Wait, whimper, whine. Wet his lips. Watch Sumin’s grin grow wider. 

“Want your treat, pup?” Sumin asks. He wraps a leg around Jinsik’s shoulders to drag him in closer, until he can almost taste it. Jinsik nods, a fresh wave of desperate tears pricking his eyes. The final snap of Sumin's fingers echoes in Jinsik's ears. 

“Eat up.”

Jinsik dives in like he's starving. Sumin's walls are so soft, fluttering around his curling tongue and soaking his face down to the chin in slick. His musk is the strongest here, thick and heady and intoxicating. Jinsik laps it up, breathes it in, tastes it—tastes Sumin. His nose bumps against his tdick with every swipe of his tongue and Sumin’s grip on his hair tightens until it stings.

“Good boy, fuck, such a good boy,” Sumin moans. The praise goes straight to Jinsik's neglected cock as Sumin grinds against his tongue, guiding him with a hand in his hair and his thighs squeezing his head. Jinsik could drift off to heaven like this, smothered between Sumin’s legs and listening to his muffled noises of pleasure. This is his purpose. “M’getting close pup, you're doing so good.” Jinsik whimpers into Sumin’s pussy at the praise. He chases after it, licks deeper into him to pull more of those pretty moans from his mouth. 

He’s fully drunk on Sumin now, the way he tastes, the way he clenches around his tongue, the way his pubes scratch his face; another reason why he doesn’t like them trimmed. It’s all made up for by the way Sumin drags his face up to shove his tdick into his mouth. Jinsik seals his lips around it and sucks hard, just the way Sumin likes it. He can’t help his smile when Sumin outright squeals above him. The leg that isn’t in the middle of crushing Jinsik’s head digs its heel into his thigh as Sumin folds in on himself. 

“Fuck, pup, like that, just like that, good boy,” he sobs in a breathless, constant string of praise. Jinsik whines, about as strung out as Sumin sounds. Sumin’s tdick twitches in Jinsik’s mouth and it makes his cock ache. He's still being good, right? He can use Sumin to get off without being punished this time, right? He dips his head down to lap up more of Sumin’s slick instead. He’s learned to be a good pup, he won’t do anything unless he’s told to, so Sumin shoves his foot between Jinsik’s legs for him. “Go on and use me, pup. M’so close, I know you can come again for me.” He snaps his fingers with a shaky hand. “Make a mess out of me, pup.” 

Jinsik muffles a moan into Sumin’s cunt. Finally! He sucks and laps harder at his tdick until Sumin’s thighs start to tremble; a telltale sign that he’s about to come, so Jinsik keeps it up until the very last second just so he can catch the gush of Sumin’s slick directly in his mouth. Fuck, he tastes like heaven. Sumin’s shaky, strained moans spur him to keep going, coax more of his juices out with his lips and tongue so he can swallow it down, drink him in until his stomach starts to turn. He’s spoiled that way. Sumin lets him indulge, nudges his trembling leg against Jinsik’s cock until he’s moving his hips on his own. 

Humping Sumin’s leg is just as dirty as Jinsik expected it would be, especially with the knot still inside him sending shocks of pleasure through his body with every snap of his hips. The shame burns him up in the best way possible, and he takes that heat out on chasing both his and Sumin’s pleasure. 

“Fuck, you and your devil’s tongue,” Sumin gasps out, hips bucking harshly against Jinsik’s face every time he licks into him. “Gonna come, greedy pup?” His voice has grown strained from how Jinsik refuses to let up on his cock; he keeps chasing Sumin’s taste even when Sumin’s grip in his hair has started to sting, even when the leg around his shoulders threatens to crush his head, even when his own pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. His breath starts to grow short as his orgasm builds, supercharged and twice as intense as the first thanks to the stench of sex filling the room and Sumin’s raw cunt clenching around his tongue and the slick dripping down his face and chest; Sumin’s mark, Sumin’s claim. 

Jinsik really does white out this time. Maybe it’s because he came so hard it fucking hurt, maybe it’s because Sumin shoved him into his cunt so hard that he briefly suffocated him, maybe it’s some combination of both. All he remembers before he’s blinking awake in Sumin’s arms is both of them slumping down against the couch. 

They’re soaking in a warm bath now, Jinsik’s back pressed up against Sumin’s chest. One of Sumin’s hands carefully keeps his head above the water line while the other massages away the aching bruise on Jinsik's side. He must have cleaned up and gotten them here sometime while Jinsik was out. Jinsik’s back and jaw are deliciously sore now, and will no doubt be giving him absolute hell tomorrow. Sumin, sensing his stirring, pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his shoulder 

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” he teases. His voice is ever so slightly hoarse next to Jinsik’s ear; Jinsik vaguely recalls hearing it start to break on his moans from his overstimulation. “Are you alright, jagiya? Did I push you too far?” Jinsik shakes his head.

“No, I liked it.” Jinsik attempts to twist around to look at Sumin properly only to be stopped by an unpleasant, tugging ache. “Ow. We’ve been rougher before, it’s okay.” He intercepts Sumin’s concerned, hovering hand by taking it into his own. “How are you feeling? I’m sorry I made you do this all by yourself.” He kisses Sumin’s knuckles, unsure if his tone alone will convey his guilt. Sumin hums in protest and kisses his neck.

“I’m fine, it’s not like you could have controlled that.” He leans his head against Jinsik’s and wraps his arm around his waist. His touch lingers on Jinsik’s belly for just a moment; like something had taken, Jinsik’s imagination supplies. Like they have something precious underneath. “Having you here like this makes up for it.” Jinsik’s heart melts. It drips down and soaks into his skin, dissolves into the water and carries him off on the ripples to a heaven where only he and Sumin exist.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the silence between them. Sumin’s lips curl into a smile against his skin.

“I love you too.” 

Later on, they’ll sit up and clean each other off properly. They’ll run loving fingers through each other’s hair, work out the knots in each other’s bodies with the utmost care, tend to each other’s bruises as if any touch other than the most gentle will break them. After that they’ll help each other get dressed, sneak past the living room hoping that the open window will air out the smell of their coupling before the others get home, and curl up in Sumin’s bed together to cuddle and kiss the hours away. Jinsik will cry, and when Sumin asks him why, he’ll shake his head and tell him that he’s just so lucky to have someone who loves him so much, who’s so good to him. He’ll apologize for being silly and Sumin will reassure him, kiss his tears away until they drift off to sleep.

That’s all for the future, though. In the present, they only need the heat of the bath and each other’s embrace.

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OK HAPPY UPDATE I CLEARED UP MY SCHEDULE A BIT SO I'LL START WRITING AND POST SOME TIME NEXT WEEK!!!😻😻😻😻

ALSO IM WORKING ON NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT THREE, BUT FOUR NEW SMUTFICS HAHAHAHAHAH IL IK FUCKING CRAZY BUT U GAYS LOVE IT😼

still as a statue; ot8 x male! reader (art uni au)

havent started! professor seonghwa, all others as sophomores. sub reader, dom ateez. no plot, just smut. blowjobs, voyeurism, jacking off, cum eating, rimjob, handjob, praise kink, petnames

pink ribbons over me; khj x male! xikers! reader (idol au)

started writing! supposed to be hongjoong's birthday post😭 sunbae hongjoong, hoobae and member of xikers reader. powerbottom reader, softdom joong. angst to fluff to smut bondage, birthday sex, vanilla, petnames

cotton candy; kys x male! reader (college au)

havent started! all same age. dom reader, sub yeosang. smut to angst to smut to fluff to smut. cheating, creampie, breakups, petnames, eating out, blowjobs, semipublic sex

princess: smg x fem! idol! reader (idol au)

havent started! noona reader, dongsaeng mingi. dom reader, sub mings. fluff to smut. footjobs, fingers in mouth, edging, praising, petnames, handjobs, sexy makeout, more sexy shit

remind u gays that this'll take a lot of time and idk when or which i'll post first but just keep in mind😋 anyways im so excited to be back and i'll finish up the newest chapter of quad love before uploading it before the end of nov😼

[sunggeoppang]

🫧 Welcome to the world of Angel 🫧

Real name: Angel :3

Race: black

Cute status: average (I guess)

Sense of humor: I'm a crackhead once you all get to know me better...👁️🫦👁️

Shyness: very shy and awkward so sorry about that it's my anxiety's fault...

Sometimes dry cuz I be running out of things to say quickly so please help me 😭

I'm also quiet irl... like VERY quiet... the only thing that would make me open my shell is that if we both have the same interests

Plushie and merch addict btw😻

My favs:

Nct, cravity, p1harmony, zerobaseone, ateez, trendz, nine.i, dkb, 8turn, kingdom, xikers, the boyz, a.c.e, verivery, riize

Bias: Jaemin, johnny, yangyang, xiaojun, and jisung ult wrecker: renjun, bias: allen wrecker: serim, bias: jiung wrecker: keeho and intak, bias: ricky and gyuvin wrecker: hanbin, leon and ra.l wrecker: all🥹, bias: joohyoung and winnie wrecker: vahn, bias: heechan wrecker: echan and lune, bias: yungyu wrecker: minho and jaeyun, bias: dann and mujin wrecker: none, bias: hunter wrecker: minjae and jinsik, bias: sunwoo wrecker: q, kevin, juyeon, and eric, bias: junhee wrecker: byeongkwan, bias: ot7, bias: shotaro and anton wrecker: wonbin, bias: bain wrecker: geonu (sigh)

Ult biases that ruin me: yunho and mingi

I started stanning nct... well... nct dream... 2 months ago (they are my favorite sub unit btw wink wink) and then I started stanning nct as a whole in August... and I have fallen down the nct hole🤧👍🏾 and with ateez I've started stanning them since December 23rd or the 24th of last year... And ever since then they became my number 1 ults... And they sometimes make me have a bias crisis but my bias list for ateez is settled rn!

I became a kpop stan in 2019 with my first kpop group being BTS... and then in 2020 stray kids was my second group I stanned and then the stanning just continued from there loll..

DNI:

25+, a pervert, antis my favs, get into fanwars, is very judgemental, homophobic, racist, ableist

Please interact with me 🙏🏾

If you stan my favs (especially nct or atz like you are instantly my favorite person in the whole wide world) hm... I can't think of anything else.... welp...

Bye~ :)