#victon x reader smut

[thru-the-grapevine]

The Dock of the Bay (m)

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x fem!reader

Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.

Word Count: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor

Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3

You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.

He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.

Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.

You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.

Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.

You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.

You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.

He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.

Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?

He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.

Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”

“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.

You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”

“Could get caught.”

You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.

You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.

He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.

He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.

You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”

“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.

You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.

“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.

“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”

He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.

He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.

“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.

You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.

You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.

“Not fair,” you protest.

“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.

You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.

You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.

You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”

He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.

“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.

He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.

He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.

He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.

You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.

His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.

You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.

His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.

“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”

Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?

You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.

The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.

Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.

“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”

Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.

You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.

Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”

You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.

He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.

“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”

Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.

He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.

“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.

“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”

You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.

Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.

He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.

“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”

And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.

Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.

You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.

The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—

You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.

You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.

The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.

Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.

“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”

You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.

“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”

The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.

“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”

And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.

In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.

As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.

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omg ur requests are open could you please do a seungwoo smut about the first night after he’s been discharged 😊

it's my first time trying to write for him so i hope this is okay! ♡

Seungwoo (Victon) | Discharged smut | 0.6k | gn!reader

“Shh, shh, baby,” his fingers trace your wet cheek, thumb slowly wiping them away, “What’s going on?”

Seungwoo’s voice is so low and gentle, he’s smiling a little and as much as it comforts you, it also squeezes a few more tears out of your eyes. You feel your body trembling and it has nothing to do with cold or what you’re doing. 

“I missed you,” you whisper back, nudging your nose against his, “I can’t believe you’re back.”

He coos softly, leaning down to capture your lips with his own. It’s an innocent kiss, and you think back to when you first met. It feels a little like it. After so long, after what felt like endless waiting just to spend a day or two together, it’s once more completely new that you live with your boyfriend, that you get to wake up next to him, fall asleep next to him. 

“I am,” he agrees, “And you’re not getting rid of me now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say, the end of your response shaky, breathy and barely there as he rolls his hips against yours experimentally. Seeing your reaction, he has to give you more. He wants only happiness to you, and he wants to be the one to provide it.

His own name sounds unfamiliar to Seungwoo, moaned so so softly from your lips, like you’re testing the letters on your tongue. It sounds like a hopeful thought spoken aloud for the first time in forever. His breath hitches. He shares the sentiment fully, he can relate to being overwhelmed not only by emotions, but also by finally being sheathed in your tight heat. He has to let your tears spill, he doesn’t want to add more stimulation to your already sensitive and shaking body. Instead he puts his hand on your neck, without any pressure, just a reassurance that you’re there, that you’re breathing. To you, though, it’s a comforting reminder that you’re his. 

Your hips chase after his, but he’s never far away. He’s taking his time with taking you, all nice and sweet, dragging his cock through your walls like he wants to memorize every inch of you - wants you to memorize every inch of him. Your fingers curl around his, nails digging into the back of his hand and his forearm where your other hand grips him to ground yourself.

“You’re perfect,” he sighs, eyes closing in bliss of finally being reunited with you, knowing he’s not leaving again. He gives you a deep thrust, then another, and another - pulling out more each time until every thrust feels like the first one. You can only mewl and hold onto him like he’s the thing keeping you together. “So beautiful. I missed you so much I almost went crazy.”

You whimper, hoping Seungwoo will understand what you’re trying to say. Your body welcomes him as eagerly as your heart does. Despite his thrusts being deep, he’s careful not to be so rough that your body would be jerked around on the bed. You clench around him with each kiss to your sweet spot that makes you see white and bite your lip. 

He’s struggling just as you are. He wants to see you come undone, he wants to take in all your expressions and whines of pleasure, but he can’t. His ears are almost ringing and his eyes keep closing no matter how much he orders them to stay open. You’re a dream come true after the nightmare of separation and if he only could, he would make this moment last forever.

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⇢ pairings — seungwoo x gender neutral reader

⇢ warnings — smut, bondage (cuffs), orgasm denial, begging, this is really soft

⇢ summary — sometimes you aren’t in a particularly nice mood, but you love to see seungwoo under you either way.

⇢ word count — 1044

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seungwoo was always the best for you, always so polite and doing exactly what you say. but, you weren’t always in a particularly good, nice, or giving mood.

seungwoo always looked so good when he was writhing and squirming under you in pain and pleasure, so how could you resist?

seungwoo wasn’t complaining when you were very suddenly tugging him towards your bedroom and pushing him onto the bed. he wore a smile on his face as you kissed him, quite roughly but he didn’t mind.

his hair is disheveled and his lips are a bit swollen from the force of the kiss when you pull away. he’s obedient and quiet when you walk over to your closer to tug out a small box.

you set the box down beside him, and he resists the urge to peak inside. you pull out a pair of handcuffs and his eyes light up.

“shirt off and hands up, pretty boy.” you whisper, cupping his jaw in your left hand. he tugs his shirt off and pulls his arms up and over his head so that you’re able to attach the cuffs to his wrists.

he pulled his hands back down to sit over his chest. he lays back on the bed, and scoots up a bit to the pillows at the head of the bed. you unbuckle the belt on his black jeans.

you pulled them down and off, smirking when you saw precum staining his boxers. “eager, aren’t we?” you teased, rubbing your thumb over the spot, causing him to jerk a bit and then whine.

“how can i not be?” he asks, clenching his thighs together. you push his legs back open and then pull his boxers down as well. his cock springs out from his boxers, and sets on his stomach, smearing precum around his lower abdomen.

he blushes under your stare, suddenly a bit timid of being completely undressed. “you’re so pretty like this, woo. but you’ll be even prettier in a few minutes when you’re covered in your own tears and cum.” you whisper, using your fingernail to trail down his thigh, leaving a red line in its wake.

he squirms and whines again. his breathing hitches when you get into the bed as well, kneeling in between his legs. a shiver goes up his spine when he feels your hands finally touch his cock.

his breathing quickens when he feels you slowly jerk him off, making sure to tease his tip as you do so, spreading the precum around and using it as a lubricant.

he whines at the slow pace you set, doing his best not to buck his hips up into your fist. he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the pillows. soft moans and sounds leave his mouth as he continues to try and be god for you.

he doesn’t expect it when he feels your lips attach to his tip. he groans, thighs trembling. his hands are gripping and clasping around nothing when he feels your tongue swirl around the pretty veins that decorated his cock.

he seemed to be close already, mind clouded and filled with thoughts of you and only you, his eyes are closed, and his thighs tremble every time your lips suckle his tip.

“i-i’m close…” he whispers, voice trembling and wavering. you wait until he’s at his very peak, about to completely burst, and then, you pull away.

he whines loudly and bucks his hips on shamelessly into the air, trying to grasp any friction that he can reach even the smallest remains of his orgasm.

“w-why?” he asks, eyes pleading as his hands tug at the handcuffs on his chest. “because, darling, you sound so pretty when you’re like this. you can take it though, right? for me?” you ask and nod your head to persuade him to nod his, and it works; he nods his head and mutters a slight ‘yeah…’

“good.” you whisper, and place your hands back onto his cock. “maybe if you can be a good boy, you can cum this time.” the both of you knew he was going to be good for you regardless, but he still nodded his head in determination.

he was as still as he could be when he felt the tips of your fingers trace the ridges and veins of his hard cock. his eyes fluttered shut, and he let you have your way again.

you start off strong, thumb circling the head and pressing delicately into the slit. he squirms a bit, shivering and he leans into your touch.

he doesn’t expect it when you wrap you hand around him, moving slowly to begin. he moans out loud as you go faster, hands clasping around nothing as he bucks his hips up into your touch.

“a-ah, ohmygosh-“ he breathes when you move faster in pace tremendously. “you’re getting close, baby? this soon?” you tease, pressing your thumb into his slit again. “y-ah, y-yes, getting so close-“ he whimpers out pathetically.

“you’re gonna cum, pretty boy? gonna cum all over yourself like a good boy?” you ask, caressing his inner thighs in a teasing manner.

“y-yes, gonna be your g-good - fuck! - boy and cum…” he whispers, chanting your name and title like a mantra. “y/n- oh my God-“ he moans as his back arches off the bed and his hips buck uncontrollably into your fist.

his cum spills onto your hand and drips down to his thighs, the milky white staining your hand. he shivers and trembles as he finishes and you pull away to grab a towel to wipe your hand and his thighs, careful to not cause him pain or oversensitivity.

you grab the key and unlock the handcuffs, tugging them off and dropping them back into the box. he rubs his wrists, looking up at you with cloudy eyes.

“are you okay to go bathe or something? want any food?” you ask him as your hands rake through his hair. “no, i wanna lay with you.” he murmurs, tugging your other hand towards him.

you smile and nod, removing the towel from under him. you strip yourself of your clothing and climb into bed with him, smiling when he cuddles into you.

[burymewithsmut]

Well fuck

Angel

Genre : Smut

Warnings!! HardDom!Hanse Sub!femreader, cursing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, daddy kink, bondage, oral (f receiving)

Being with Hanse was only something you could dream of. He was the perfect boyfriend. Handsome, talented, sweet, cuddly, goofy, loyal and everything thing else you would want in a boyfriend. But, when it came to the bedroom, that cuddly boyfriend you once knew turns into a sex demon who wanted nothing more for you to be a slut for him.

You looked over at the clock.

11:32 pm

“Where is he?” you thought.

Usually by now, he would be home from practice and you would both be cuddling and watching movies but today that’s not the case and if he was coming home late, he would let you know. You looked over at your phone only to find no notification from Hanse letting you know he’d be home late. You call him.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“The person you have reached-“

You angrily press the hang up button. Why is he not home? And why hasn’t he called you?

You head upstairs to get in the shower, hoping that would calm you down and it would get your mind off of things.

The slightly hot water hits your skin and you feel instantly relaxed. Your mind wanders back to Hanse. You feel worried but you also feel anger. What is he doing so important that he can’t update his girlfriend?

You take your shower and finally get out. As you get out, you notice Hanse still isn’t home so you call Seungwoo, his band mate.

Ring

Ring

“Hello?” he says breathily.

“Hey Seungwoo, is Hanse with you?”

“No, he left an hour ago. Why what’s wrong?”

An hour ago? Then where the hell is he?

“He still hasn’t made it home and it’s getting late.”

“Hold on, let me call him.”

He puts you on hold and your blood boils. He left an hour ago and he still isn’t home? Where could he possibly be at a time like this?

Seungwoo takes you off hold.

“He didn’t answer.”

As you were about to respond, you hear the door open.

“Im home!!” Hanse yells in a cheery voice.

You tell Seungwoo that Hanse had just made it home and that you appreciated his help.

“Thank you again Seungwoo, I’ll talk to you later, bye”, you hang up.

Hanse walks in and eyes you. You wonder what he’s looking at but remember you don’t any clothes on. You stand up to put clothes on but Hanse pushes you back on the bed.

“Who were you talking to, angel?”, he says with his voice at a lower octave.

“I was talking to Seungwoo asking where you were.”, you say with obvious anger in your voice.

“You looks so tasty, I could eat you up right now.”, he says looking at your breast.

“Hanse where were you?” , you ask ignoring his comment.

“It’s a surprise, angel”, he smirks causing his lip ring to come into sight.

“Hanse do you know how angry I am? You stay out all night without notifying me of what’s going on and on top of that, Seungwoo said you weren’t with him. So I’ll ask again, where were you?” , you cross your arms over your chest.

At this point, you don’t care if you have clothes on. Who does he think he is thinking he can just walk in and sweet talk you.

“I told you baby, it’s a surprise.”, still having that same stupid smirk on his face.

“Whatever Hanse.” You roll your eyes and get up to put clothes on.

“Baby don’t be mad at me please, I’ll make it up to you.”

You look over at him. Judging by his tone and how he keeps calling you angel, you can tell what he wants.

“I don’t want you to make it up, I want you to tell me where you were”, you look away.

You grab a big t-shirt not bothering to put anything underneath since you were going to bed.

You walk down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He follows you closely behind.

“Baby I really can’t tell you, it’s a surprise. But I know what I can tell you”

He walks closer to you and wraps his hands around your waist.

“Is that you look delicious and that I would want nothing more than to taste you”, he whispers in your ear.

You could feel your core heating up almost instantly.

“Well you can forget about that Hanse” you try to resist.

“Let me make it up to you angel.”, he says while running his hands over your thighs

“Please.”, he whispers once again.

He starts kissing down your jawline to your neck. You could feel the ache in your core become stronger.

At this point, you give in to him and your anger becomes a memory of the past.

You feel his hands slowly go up your t-shirt and rub up your inner thigh. You bite your lip, thinking of what’s gonna happen next.

“You still mad at me, baby?”, he says softly in your ear.

“A little bit”, which came out more like a moan than you wanted.

He chuckled, knowing the affect he had on you.

He gently lifts you on the counter and gets on his knees.

He opens your legs and is welcomed to a soaking masterpiece.

“She doesn’t seem to be mad at me”, he smirks while looking up at you.

You roll your eyes playfully and close your legs.

“No angel, keep them open.”, he dips his head further between your thighs.

He licks a long stripe up your folds and you take a sharp breath of air.

He finds your clit and start to lick and suck on it.

You throw your head back and your hands fly to his hair.

“Oh god.”, you say in between moans.

As he continues to suck on your clit, you feel his finger ghost around your entrance.

“You still mad at me?”, he says causing vibrations to go through your body.

“Y-yes Hanse, I’m still mad”, you retort, keeping up the act.

“Hanse?”, he questions.

“Daddy, I mean.” you say looking down at him.

It was a sight to see. His face buried between your thighs, hair disheveled due to you pulling at his roots, lips wet from your juices, him slurping up every drop making sure not to miss anything. You could cum at the sight.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt him push a finger into you.

“Oh my god”

You buck your hips unconsciously from the pleasure. He pushes another finger into you and you feel the coil in your stomach build up.

“Oh daddy, please don’t stop.”, you say face scrunched up from pleasure.

“I won’t ever stop, angel.”, he says against you.

His fingers are rapidly going in and out of you as his mouth sucks harshly on your clit. You’re so close.

He feels your walls start to clench around his fingers, signaling you were about to cum and that’s when he takes his fingers out.

“HANSE WHAT THE FUCK”, you scream.

“You said you were mad right?”, he says smugly in between licking his fingers.

“I swear to fucking god Hanse, I was almost there.”, you say getting back angry.

You knew he enjoyed denying you orgasms and since he’s started, you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

“I know baby, but I’ll promise you’ll get more than enough satisfaction before the night is over.”

He lifts you off of the counter and carries you to the bedroom. He throws you on the bed and looks at you. You were driving him crazy and you didn’t even know it. You were angry and it showed and that only fired him up more.

He pulls you to the end of the bed.

“I need another taste”, he says under his breath.

He plunged his fingers back inside of you and gets back to work.

You cry out due to him not warning you.

His fingers were moving in and out of you faster than before and his lips were working magic on your clit.

The coil is building up and you start to clench.

“Daddy, I’m gonna-“ you couldn’t even finish because he started going faster and sucking harder.

Your mouth stayed in an O shape, you felt the coil start to unwind and your orgasm hit you like brick wall.

This didnt stop Hanse though, when he said you were gonna be more than satisfied, he meant it and he was gonna get as many orgasms outta you as he can.

You could barely come down when you felt that Hanse continued. Your thighs starts to tremble and you tried to snap your thighs shut but Hanses hand kept them open.

“H-Hanse please, I’m n-not mad anymore baby”, you struggle as you feel another knot being formed at the bottom of your stomach.

He ignored you and just kept working. You try snapping your thighs shut, hoping he’d stop and he did.

He stood up swiftly and went to y’all’s closet.

“Hanse” you say trying to catch your breath, thankful that he stopped.

He ignored you and kept rummaging as if he was looking for something.

You lay back, preparing to go to sleep. He finally walks back out with the restraints and gives you an almost demonic smile.

“I’m not done with you.”

“Uh oh”, you thought. You knew there was no ending no time soon.

“Hanse I’m satisfied baby, we can sleep now”, you say nervously, backing towards your headboard.

“Well I guess we’re not done until I’m satisfied and I don’t know when that’ll be, angel.”, he say pulling you towards him.

“Now be a good girl for daddy, it seem like you don’t know how to keep your legs open while I get a taste so I have to do this.”, he says while putting the restraints on your ankles and wrists.

You’re hopeless. You can’t move, you can’t touch him, you can only lay there.

“You look so good, all sprawled out for me. So beautiful.”

He dips his head down and continues as if he never stopped. Mouth torturing your clit and fingers pounding your entrance.

“Hans-se”, you pull on the restraints but there’s no use. Tears start to well in your eyes.

It’s too much.

You feel the knot reforming and your thighs shook. Hanse moaned against you again. And that’s all it took for the knot to come undone. A cry of his name and you released on his fingers.

“Now angel, I don’t think I said you could cum.”

[thenamesseven]

Plot: Rainy nights were your favorite, you loved to spend them at home with your roommate Han Seungwoo watching movies. However, you might start to dislike them when he shows up at your apartment drenched, with his ruined bouquet of flowers and a broken heart.

Word count: 6.4k....THIS DEFINITELY GOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO.

Warnings: Han Seungwoo with a broken heart, swearing and smut, yup, smutty things are going to happen.

A/N: So! I FINALLY FINISHED THIS. Poor @key201303​ has been waiting for this since she requested it in August. I’M SO SORRY, I’m such a bad friend xD Anyways bro, I hope you really like this and that it was more or less what you expected! 

There were multiple reasons that would explain why you loved rainy nights so much. 

The main explanation, the one that you would highlight and consider the most important was the fact that it gave you an easy excuse to avoid going out at night with your friends when you didn't felt like partying

Tonight was a clear example, you were supposed to be downtown drinking vodka shots as if you were drinking water with some classmates in the new club that opened a week ago, but instead, since you weren’t in the mood for dressing up and getting yourself covered with makeup, you decided to stay at home binging shitty shows in Netflix while you ate all kinds of snacks you had stored in your cupboards. You hadn’t hesitated to use the bad weather as an excuse to not show up and even though your friends had complained about it, trying to convince you to join them until last minute, none of them got mad about it since they also kind of understood why you wouldn’t want to go out when the weather was that bad.

None particular reason came up to your mind when thinking about this but, somehow, rain always made movie nights better. Maybe it was the cozy feeling of laying on the couch with a bunch of pillows surrounding you and some blankets covering your body from head to toe, that warmth your house had to protect you from the cold wind that blew outside or the gentle pitty patter that the rain drops made everytime they crashed against your windows' glass. Whatever the explanation was, it made everything so much better and relaxing that staying at home when the weather was bad had become some kind of ritual between you and your roommate Han Seungwoo.

At first, things between the two of you had been a little awkward. He definitely wasn’t used to sharing his living space with a girl and you also weren’t the most experienced one when it came to living with guys so you had never really blamed him for being so quiet and dodgy the first days. Little by little, the two of you started getting closer, starting with random and simple small talk during meals and finishing with late night gossips and confessions, your friendship had grown and grown without the two of you realizing what was happening.

Although it wasn’t until you found out the two of you were huge fans of movie marathons during rainy nights that a real friendship finally blossomed. Staying at home away from the rain to watch movies with the other was some kind of unsaid rule that had formed throughout the couple of years the two of you had been living together and at some point, when you least expected it, you had found yourself hoping, wishing that it would rain more often to spend more time with him.

Not that you had a crush on him or something though, he had a girlfriend unfortunately.

The girl he was in a relationship with hadn’t been too happy at first when she found out her boyfriend’s roommate was another girl, she had never tried to be on friendly terms with you despite you and Seungwoo’s attempts to get her to like you. He had shown her multiple times that there was nothing related with romance between the two of you and even though your little yet enormously hopeful heart had been hurt every single time he laughed when someone asked if there was feelings between you and him, you couldn’t help but feel slightly frustrated when his girlfriend refused to believe him and kept insisting that you would try to seduce him in order to break their relationship.

There was something wrong in their relationship, it had been obvious since the beginning of it but, apparently, your roommate Seungwoo was too much in love with her to realize it. The thing that got on your nerves the most was how she kept complaining about him not giving her enough attention when he was always working his ass off to keep her happy. The money he earned working was always saved up for presents, for dates, for whatever she wanted and most of his free time was also dedicated to her. Seungwoo lived for this girl and it was extremely frustrating that she didn’t seem to appreciate this enough. Maybe it was that you really didn’t like her, you simply weren’t a big fan of that kind of person, especially when they hurt somebody as genuinely sweet and gentle as Seungwoo was, he obviously cared about her but you had the feeling it wasn’t too reciprocated. More than once you’ve thought she was just using him as arm candy, dating Seungwoo just because he was attractive and sweet in order to make the rest of the girls jealous and that was truly a shame, people like him didn’t deserve to be played that way, not when he was putting 100% of his heart on a relationship that wouldn’t blossom well. 

Trying to warn Seungwoo without any proof other than your words had always been a big no for you, it would definitely look as an attempt of you trying to get in between them and that would ruin the beautiful relationship the two of you had worked so hard to create, turning it into awkward and cold like it had been at the beginning. You didn’t want to risk what you had with him, you just could pray that she wouldn’t hurt him too bad, that if she was playing around she would be considerate enough to not hurt his feelings.

However, it seemed as if you had been expecting a bit too much from somebody like her though and your prayers hadn’t been heard by any merciful God that would want to help you out.

There has only been one time you’ve disliked rainy nights and that was the exact same moment Seungwoo entered your apartment when he was supposed to be on a date, the sight of him had been so depressing, so sad that no words came out of your lips when you dragged your eyes away from the Netflix show you’ve been watching to check on him.

The expensive suit he had been wearing tonight was absolutely drenched, the kind of drench when your underwear also gets wet and the cold sensation of the freezing rain seeps into your bones making you feel like you’re about to die of hypothermia. Some strands of his wet hair were glued to his forehead, dark and dripping, hiding his eyes from your curious gaze. His lips were a straight line, there was no trace of his bright and wonderful smile, any signs of happiness had vanished from his face and if his drenching outfit hadn’t been alarming enough, the sight of him being so quiet, so serious definitely was.

“Seungwoo?” You asked quietly, kneeling on your couch to look over the back, trying to get a better view of your roommate. Your eyes widened when you saw that the bouquet of flowers he had bought for his girlfriend was still in his hands, flowers already messed thanks to the amount of water that had probably fallen onto them on his way to the apartment. Some wet petals fell down besides his shiny shoes but he remained still, refusing to move or acknowledge you. “Did your car break down? Why didn’t you call for help?” You knew this wasn’t about his car, deep in your mind, you knew that face was the one people had when their hearts had been broken.

He finally looked up when he heard your questions, his eyes searching around the room for something until they landed on you. In all the years you’ve been living with him, you had never seen Seungwoo so sad, so hurt, you simply were used to always seeing him being so lively and cheerful, so playful and loud no matter what, that your heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces when his eyes met yours. No words came out of his lips, only a small quiet sigh that you wouldn’t have heard if you hadn’t turned off the television when he walked in.

“Seungwoo?” You didn’t want to be annoying, you knew you were walking on really thin glass when he was in this state, but the worry you felt for him was stronger than any possible fear of being snapped at. You wanted to be there for him, you needed him to say something, anything even if the words that would exit his lips weren’t going to be nice.

Seungwoo was better than that though, the frustration and pain he was feeling right now were reaching worryingly high levels but he knew you weren’t the one to blame here, he couldn’t lay it out on you when you had done nothing wrong, in fact, you were one of the few good things that was keeping his mind sane at the moment.

When he finally spoke his voice sounded small and weak, broken, even though he had tried his hardest to hide it from you “Can I have a hug?” His arms opened slowly, the bouquet of flowers falling down onto the floor as he stood there, looking ridiculously sad and hurt, like a five year old who was awaiting for their mother’s comfort, like a friend who needed you the most. “Please?” He added, sounding even smaller, tugging at the strings he had in your heart.

“Since when do we ask for hugs in this household? I thought you knew me better Seungwoo” Bringing his smile back was probably impossible right now, you knew it would take time to bring your friend back, to heal his wounds but if you could at least ease some of the tension he felt then you would do the impossible for it, without any hesitation.

Standing up from the couch, you smiled brightly when you saw the way the corners of his lips tilted up a little, in what you assumed to be an attempt of a smile. As soon as you were close to him, Seungwoo reached out and grabbed your wrist in order to pull you into him, placing your cheek against his chest, instantly allowing you to hear his accelerated heart beat. As if his pain was slowly seeping out of his body and into yours, you held onto him tightly, keeping him as close to you as you could while one of your hands started moving up and down on his back unconsciously, bringing him the physical comfort he had been seeking for.

He didn’t need to explain what had happened, the way his body shook in a quiet sob against you was enough to confirm your fears, his heart had been broken, Seungwoo had been used. “You deserve so much better Seungwoo” You whispered when he quietly hid his face against the crook of your neck, like if he was embarrassed of showing you this weak side of him “She’s not worth your tears, she’s not worth your pain” You added rubbing his back slightly harder, hoping the physical contact between the two of you would somehow make his sorrow lighter, easier to deal with.

“Why would she cheat? Didn’t I love her enough? Did I do something wrong?” When he showed up like this you assumed she must have broken up with him, probably having found someone who she thought looked better and was a more appealing arm candy than Seungwoo was. However, to hear that she had actually cheated on your lovingly roommate was even more devastating, it was something he really didn’t deserve, not when he hadn’t left no stone unturned in an effort to make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Your grip around him only tightened protectively, not wanting to let him go.

“Of course you didn’t!” You said, maybe a little louder than you both had been expecting it, leaning back enough to look into his eyes alarmed. Seungwoo’s self-esteem shouldn’t be damaged because of some bullshit this girl had decided to tell him, someone so amazing shouldn’t be ruined by someone so insignificant “Seungwoo” You called him out, making his eyes land onto yours once again. He looked like he was on the edge of tears but was somehow managing to keep them back, too shy to cry in front of you “Believe me when I say you did nothing wrong, okay?” He closed his eyes when your hands moved up to cup his wet cheeks, unconsciously leaning against your touch as you ran one of your hands through his wet hair, getting rid of the strands that almost covered his beautiful eyes. “You are the most loving and sweet guy I’ve ever met, any girl in this world would love to date someone like you”

His lips formed a small smile again when he heard your words, one of his eyes opened to peek down at you slightly amused. There was still sadness in his gaze but it wasn’t as worrying as it had been before, right when he walked through the door of your apartment “Even you? I thought I heard you say I was annoying as fuck this morning?”

“That was because you were singing pretty loudly and I was trying to sleep” You said smiling even more, shaking your head while you gently moved your hands away from his face, letting them fall down to your sides.

“But my voice is nice, isn’t it? You like it when I sing while we cook” The pout that scrunched up his lips was stupidly adorable, your hands twitched as you used all of your self restraint to keep them away from his cheeks, feeling the sudden urge to squeeze them until it was painful.

“Exactly, you said it, when we’re cooking not when I’m sleeping” He chuckled at your words, his own hands reaching out to rub his eyes, probably getting rid of the tears before they managed to fall. You glanced at him softly, feeling incredibly sad even though you hadn’t been the one heartbroken, it wasn’t fair someone as good as Seungwoo was going through this, you hated it and you wanted to do as much as you could to help him get through it. “Come on, get inside and take a warm shower before you get sick, I refuse to stand your whiny ass like I did last time when you caught the flu” Seungwoo nodded obediently, bending down to grab the bouquet but you stopped him before he could reach it “Get in the shower, I’ll clean this mess”

“I’m sorry abo-”

“Get in the shower before I force you into it Seungwoo!” You exclaimed playfully, placing your hands on his chest and gently pushing him back, a quiet, small laugh escaping his lips as he looked at you 

“You want to shower with me?” He asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down

“Han Seungwoo! I’m not kidding anymore! Get in that shower before I stop being nice!”

By the time Seungwoo was done with his shower, you had already cleaned the small water puddle that was in the living room thanks to his drenched clothes and the bouquet of flowers he had dropped before. You currently were sitting on his bed, all cuddled up in your comfortable clothes as you scrolled through your social media, waiting for him to walk back into his room ready for a movie marathon with lots of snacks, you had move your entire pillow fort to his bed in an effort to make him feel slightly better, it would surely not erase all his pain but it would hopefully distract him from it, even if it was for a couple of minutes.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t invited to a sleepover in my own bedroom” 

In a white shirt and black pants Seungwoo looked as domestic as he could, smiling softly with a towel still wrapped around his neck to stop his wet hair from drenching his new dry clothes. He was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed on his chest as his eyes watched you carefully, body relieved to the sight of you being so comfortable and relaxed in his room. He was used to this, he had never minded when you laid down onto his bed, it was a sight he was rather fond of actually, something his girlfriend had never been comfortable with.

“I didn’t think you needed an invitation” You replied smiling back at him, grabbing one of his pillows to hug it as you sat up "Big or small spoon? I'll let you choose today"

Seungwoo, surprised by the sudden question, couldn't help but laugh softly at your proposition. The two of you had cuddled on rare occasions, way before he started dating his ex girlfriend and the moment had soon ended because the two of you were too shy to do it for too long. However, he somehow felt like he kind of needed it, being close to somebody, to your warmth and scent, it would definitely help him to not feel lonely and that was exactly what he needed tonight. 

Seungwoo didn’t want to be alone. 

"I think I'll be the big spoon" He said smiling, tossing the towel away from his neck as he approached the bed, standing in front of you as he awaited for you to move and leave some space for him to lay down behind you. 

"You know what? Nevermind" You said with a mischievous smile "You'll be the small spoon tonight"

"What? No way" Seungwoo scoffed, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks when he saw you weren't messing around. 

"Yes way, come on, lay down here" You enthusiastically patted the empty space beside you, eyes still up on him as you awaited for him to occupy it. Seungwoo seemed a little hesitant at first but knowing how stubborn you were, he laid down, muttering a string of quiet complaints while he made himself comfortable next to you. “See?” You asked, draping one of your arms around him, keeping yourself close to his wide back “It’s not that bad to be the small spoon, isn’t it?” 

“It sounds so ridiculous when you say it like that though” Seungwoo muttered quietly, making the two of you laugh softly “Fuck don’t make me laugh, my head hurts a lot” He groaned quietly, obviously trying not to laugh as he buried his face against the pillow.

“Want a head massage?” You asked, blurting out the words and for some reason, everything sounded even funnier causing you and him to laugh even more. “What? I read on the internet that they are good for headaches!” Pouting you gently slapped his arm, trying to act frustrated about him laughing at everything you said. You were glad though, happy that he was bringing his mood up.

“It’s scalp massage you idiot, not head massage, that sounded so wrong” Seungwoo replied laughing more, not caring about his headache at this point.

“YAH! HAN SEUNGWOO YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!” You shouted, moving away from him as you sat up on his bed, staring down at your roommate with eyes opened as wide as plates.

“It was you who said it first, not me!” He exclaimed back, turning around on the bed to look at you “Beside-”

You cut him off by grabbing one of his pillows and hitting him straight onto his face with it. You realize how big your mistake had been as soon as the room turned quiet and Seungwoo literally stopped moving, you didn’t even know if he was breathing. Unfortunately for him, you jumped off the bed and started running down the hall before he could trap you, although the two of you were simply playing around, having someone like Seungwoo following you right after you hit him was scary as hell. You didn’t want to find out what his revenge would be.

“Come here, you brat!”

Laughing loud, you managed to dodge his attempt of grabbing you by jumping over the couch, squeaking when he got closer to you. If the neighbors didn’t call the cops believing you two were murdering each other it would surely be a miracle.

“Seungwoo, wait! I’m sorry!” You shouted, rounding the couch once again, laughing like a maniac when you managed to dodge him once again. Seungwoo groaned rustrated behind you, not giving up though and running at full speed around the apartment. One mistake and he would be able to grab you.

“You’re sorry my ass! You didn’t even hesitate to hit me back there!” He shouted back, amusement obvious in his voice. The two of you probably looked like you had gone nuts running around the apartment, behaving like kids but if this was what would make him forget momentarily about his break up then you would be running all night long.

“It was just-OOF” Like you had done back in his room, Seungwoo used a pillow to stop you, throwing it with his entire strength and hitting you straight on the back of your head, making you stumble on your own feet and falling down in the middle of the hall. Thank God you placed your hands before your face because some teeth could have broken there if you hadn’t.

Just when you thought everything was over, you felt two big hands grabbing your ankle and before you could ask for mercy, Seungwoo pulled you down the hall, laughing when he saw you desperately trying to hold onto something. “You’re not escaping now!” He chuckled, turning you around as you were back in the living room and kneeling down on you, placing his knees on each side of your body so you wouldn’t be able to run away. “Come here”

“Please tell my mom I love her” Seungwoo started tickling you as hard as he could as soon as you said those words, he knew you weren’t a huge fan of being tickled, the sensation of running out of breath but being unable to stop laughing was merely overwhelming for you. Your hands flew up, attempting to shove his away from your sides but he was stronger than you and your efforts were wasted “Seungwoo” You whispered, wiggling your entire body underneath him, trying to break free “Please...I can’t breathe” He didn’t stop there though, your stomach started hurting but you couldn’t just stop laughing. The cocky smile on his lips made you frustrated but since his fingers kept poking random spots on your sides you were unable to express it “SEUNGWOO PLEASE, I’M ABOUT TO DIE”

Seungwoo stopped, looking down at you with an amused smile “Alright, alright...But just because I’m exhausted from all that running” He laid down onto you, placing his entire weight onto your body, his face finding its way once again and his arms, that had been tickling you seconds ago, wrapped themselves around your body gently “Drama queen” He teased, hiding his smirk against your skin.

“Oh shut up, we both know I’m not the drama queen here” You scoffed patting his back, resting your head against the floor.

“It’s me and my broken heart, huh?” He muttered trying to hold back the chuckle that threatened to escape his throat. However, there was a soft tension in his voice again, your words had probably triggered some of his bad memories of tonight and even though he was trying to hide it, you had noticed the way his muscles tensed up against yours.

“Hey” Gently, you pulled your head away from him, hands holding his head up so he could look down at you “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay” He leaned back to look down into your eyes, something had shifted in his expression when your eyes met but you couldn’t place your finger in what it was exactly “I’m okay” Seungwoo’s voice got lower, sudden realization hitting you when you remembered the position you were in. Your cheeks turned red and his lips turned up amused, seeing you get embarrassed was definitely a delightful sight for him, especially since he was the reason for it.

He knew this was wrong, it was too soon to do something like this with somebody else since he had just broken up with his girlfriend but Seungwoo couldn’t help it. You had always been so sweet and nice since you moved into the apartment, always so attentive and looking all pretty around him but since you’ve never made a move on him Seungwoo assumed you didn’t see him as more than a friend. However, now that he was in extreme need of affection, of somebody who would give him what his girlfriend didn’t he wasn’t strong enough to keep his desire from you.

It was as if a switch had been flipped.

“Seungwoo” Your voice turned quiet when his face got closer to you, his forehead gently landing on yours as he lifted his body enough to not crush you onto the floor with his entire weight.

“You’re here, right? That’s what matters the most” He asked quietly, reaching out to cup one of your cheeks gently, tracing imaginary circles on your skin with his thumb “I’ll always have you, I should have been brave enough to choose you over her”

“W-What are you talking about?” 

However, instead of answering you with words like you had expected him to do, Seungwoo leaned down slowly, giving you enough time to stop him if you didn’t want this to happen, and pressed his plump lips against yours in one of the sweetest yet most gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It all soon escalated though because as soon as he noticed you weren’t pushing him away, he decided to go for it and moved his lips against yours, deepening the kiss and igniting the fireworks that had been lighted up in your stomach for too long.

The thought of you being a rebound crossed your mind at first but it all soon vanished as soon as you focused on the way he kissed you, on the way he held you. He was too gentle, his gestures felt too honest to be faked, there were other feelings than need and lost in his kisses, hints of love and affection teasing your tongue when he caressed it with his, letting you know what Heaven tasted like. All these years you’ve fought hard to keep your feelings for him on bay but know that it was finally happening, now that the two of you were kissing, you realized how much you’ve been needing this and how much he had needed this all this time.

It was as if the two of you were made for each other, your bodies fit in perfectly, moving in synchronisation as his hands explored your clothed body with gentle and shy caresses, always slow and careful in case you would tell him to stop at any time.

“I’ve been so blind” He whispered against your lips, giving it gentle pecks but also giving the two of you the chance to get your breath before continuing with your make out session “So stupid” Seungwoo added, biting your lower lip teasingly, smiling a bit more when your cheeks turned even redder. “You should have said something if you felt this way” 

“So cheesy” You teased smiling, happiness soon replaced with anticipation when he moved his lips away from yours to drag them down your neck, tasting your skin, biting down onto it, even feeling brave enough to leave a small mark on your pulse point. “You had a girlfriend” You inevitably whined when he bit down onto the same place again, your legs pressing together, trying to ease some of the tension that was building up on the lower zone of your body.

“I would have dropped her without any hesitation if I had known you wanted this” Seungwoo leaned back to look into your eyes, one of his hands trailing down your side until it reached the hem of your shirt. “That you wanted us” He slipped his hand inside, caressing your smooth skin with his rough hands. The friction made your breathing shaky and your heart started beating louder and harder against your ribcage.

“It wasn't right” You tried to explain to him, to defend yourself for not making a move any sooner but he wasn’t having it.

Seungwoo turned the two of you around, laying on his back in the middle of the living room and positioning your body on his. His hands instantly went up your bare, still underneath your shirt, turning your skin into goosebumps wherever he touched. He just had that effect on you, it was dangerous and powerful, something that incredibly turned you on.

“Shut up and kiss me already, you know how impatient I am”

You didn’t make him wait. With your hands on his chest, you leaned down enough to press your lips back against his, the kisses being the perfect distraction for him to move his hands to the front of your body, caressing your breast over your bra as he slid them down your stomach. He innocently pulled onto your shirt a couple of times, signaling you to lean back so he could get rid of it, the piece of clothing landing on the back of the couch as you two kept kissing, unable to get enough of each other’s lips and tongues.

Without breaking the kiss, Seungwoo sat up with you on his lap, groaning when this time, you used his own teasing technique against him and bit his lower lip, taking advantage of the position you were in to get rid of his shirt too. “Bedroom” You whispered breathlessly, letting him pull you back into his so he could devour your neck once again. The floor was slightly uncomfortable, too cold and hard and you knew the two of you would be more sore than necessary after this.

“Not going to make it to the bedroom” He quickly rejected your petition, lips trailing lower from your shoulder, caressing the edge of your bra with his tongue.

“The couch?” You asked gripping the hair on the back part of his head, holding back your moans, your body tensing with pleasure against his.

Seungwoo groaned against your skin, a sound that you assumed it was affirmative and he was willing to change your location. The two of you stood up from the floor but he didn’t allow you to walk away, instead, Seungwoo pushed you back against the wall behind you, slamming his lips back against yours. Things started escalating quickly from there, your kisses turned more desperate and wetter, his hands more brave as he got rid of your bra without asking for permission like he did with your shirt. 

“Fuck” He moaned when your hands travelled down his naked chest, fingers caressing the hem of his pants. You could feel how excited he was, the bulge that had appeared on his pants was pressing up against your lower stomach every time he attempted to get closer to you “Get rid of it, it’s on our way” Seungwoo pulled your pants down at the same time you pulled down his, as soon as they hit the floor, his hands gripped the back of your thighs and he pulled you up against the wall.

Acting on pure instinct, your legs automatically wrapped around his body, giving him access to places he didn’t have before. You moaned against his lips when the tent in his boxers pressed against the wet spot on your panties, Seungwoo grunted as he buried his face in between your breast, still leaving affectionate kisses all over your skin, willing to adore every single curve, mark or inch of your skin.

“The couch” He moaned when you started moving against him, looking for friction that would ease some of the sexual tension building up in your body. Seungwoo, holding you tightly against his body, pulled away from the wall and started walking to the couch, careful to not fall down with you in his arms. He placed you down onto it gently, running his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you, cupping your cheeks to caress them once again “Hey, you’re okay with this, right?” 

“Seungwoo, I wouldn’t be mostly naked if I wasn’t” You whined needily, pulling his hand down so he would join you on the couch.

“You’re not a rebound alright?” He asked in a determined tone, pulling his boxers down before he gently pushed you back against the couch. You gulped nervously, eyes stuck on his as he slowly laid on top of you “I promise you I’ll explain everything later, we’ll talk about our feelings later but believe me when I say you’re not a rebound, I don’t want you to think that”

“I believe you” You replied quietly, letting him pull down your panties without even moving his eyes away from yours.

“Good” His smile squeezed your heart, melting you on the couch. How he could be so sexy and sweet at the same time was a mystery. “I promise you that I’ll be slower and sweeter next time, that I’ll take my time with you when we get to bed but right now I really need to be inside of you baby or I’ll literally combust” His words made your face even redder, you would have never thought Seungwoo would speak to you like that. His smile widened noticing you had gotten shy and he slowed down a little, positioning himself between your legs but not entering you yet. “Having back out thoughts?” He asked teasingly.

“N-no, just...Trying to process this is all happening” You stuttered quietly, too embarrassed to even talk.

“Believe it babygirl” His lips lowered to your ear, caressing your skin with his warm breathing “This is not the only time that it’s going to happen though, once I make you mine there’s no way back”

Not leaving you the chance to reply or react to his words, Seungwoo moved his hips against yours, entering your wet entrance with his member. You bit your lower lip hard, feeling how he stretched you out and concentrating yourself on relaxing against him. Seungwoo started whispering sweet nothings into your ear, praising you to no end as he kept leaving sweet kisses on your skin. His pampering definitely helped and as soon as he felt your muscles relaxing underneath him, he started moving.

Your arms had made their way around his neck, nails gently digging into his shoulder as he gently started moving his hips back and forth, in and out of you over and over again. The quiet living room was being filled by the sounds of your heavy breathings and the quiet moans that exited each other’s lips whenever one of you moved, the pleasure was skyrocketing at this point and you knew that unfortunately, this wouldn’t last for as long as you wanted to, however, Seungwoo had already stated he had plans to repeat this so you weren’t complaining.

Like he had mentioned before, his gentleness was thrown away as soon as he realized you weren comfortable with him. His thrusts turned rougher, rocking your body upwards every single time his hips moved down and soon, despite your attempts to keep yourself quiet, your moans had gotten louder and louder, turning him on even more. 

“Just like that” He whispered when you started getting louder, sweat rolling down the side of his head as he gripped the arm of the couch, increasing his pace “Call my name baby, let them hear what’s going on” 

You didn’t know how you were going to face your neighbors after this but you obediently listened to Seungwoo’s order and started calling his name loud, almost at the edge of tears when he thrusted into you as fast and hard as he could. He knew he was in trouble when your inner walls started tightening around him with every thrust, Seungwoo had managed to found your g-spot and even though that had just increased the pleasure for the two of you, it also pulled him closer and closer to his orgasm whenever you sucked him deeper into you, moving your hips with his to get as much as you could.

“I can’t….Babe...I….F-Fuck (Y/N)” He stuttered, eyes closed and letting his body move by itself. His thrusts turned shaky and irregular, hands gripping the flesh of your hips so he could pull you harder into him whenever he thrusted.

“Seungwoo...I….I…”

There was nothing much you could do when you felt him twitching inside of you, it only took a couple of minutes for the two of you to surprisingly reach your climax together. He tensed up above you, moaning loudly as he shut his eyes closed, feeling how your body uncontrollably shook underneath his from the overstimulation the strong orgasm had created. He pulled you closer to his body, hugging you as he buried his face into your hair, pressing small kisses whenever he felt your skin against his lips as he kept whispering praises that made your heart flutter.

A couple of quiet minutes passed between the two of you, minutes were only your breathings were heard. He slowly slid himself out of you, biting his lips when you groaned feeling sensitive, eyes on him as you instantly closed your eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry about that” He apologized, realizing none of you had stopped to use protection “I...Let me get dress and I’ll get some of those pills for you”

“It’s okay” You said shaking your hand to stop him, pulling his body back down against yours so you could wrap your arms around him “I’m on the pill”

“Ugh, I was starting to panick already” He said laughing quietly, turning his head to press a kiss against your cheek “I’m not ready to start having beautiful babies with you yet” His sentence made you laugh too, shaking your head as your hands kept unconsciously moving up and down on his back, soothing his muscles. “But I’m definitely ready to take you out on wonderful dates”

“Oh, really?” You asked smiling looking at him

“Definitely” Seungwoo confirmed softly, brushing some hair away from your face so he could lean in closer to peck your lips “I want you to be my girlfriend” 

Forget about what you said in the beginning.

Rainy nights were still your favorite.

Even with Seungwoo and his broken heart.

[malereaderpage]

study session | lim sejun

► top sejun x bottom male reader

► smut, slight fluff, teasing

you are in your bedroom, sitting on your chair by your desk and studying. sejun, your boyfriend is currently showering. you sigh and massage your head, your mind clearly not by the work you are supposed to learn, hence you groan in annoyance and allow your forehead to meet the open text book.

you hear your door open and close, then you hear footsteps near closer to you. you know it's sejun. you feel sejun's hands come in contact with your shoulders and lightly squeeze them. "what's the matter?" he asks softly. "i'm trying to study but i just can't foucs..." you trail off and sit up straight, turning to your boyfriend. since he's standing, you look up at him. he's only wearing shorts which is normal to see when it's only you and sejun. "maybe it's because you've been studying so much, you clearly need a break my love." he tells you with a soft smile and brings up his hand to place it on your cheek, caressing it.

you find yourself leaning into his touch. you stand up and wrap your arms around sejun's neck, your lips coming into contact with his lips. sejun immediately responds and kiss you back, his hand that's on your cheek travels lower to your jaw and grips it firmly, the other travels to your waist and pulls you closer. his cologne get's you high, it just smells so good and addictive it's like you are under a trance, and with his hair wet makes him look even ten times more hot.

he guides you and you follow, moving backwards until your lower back hits your desk. sejun's tongue slips past your lips and he explores your mouth. he sucks your tongue and it makes you moan lowly into his mouth.

you start to become desperate for friction as you are hard as a rock, thus moving your hips against him. sejun chuckles darkly into the kiss as he halts your actions. you whine into the kiss and he breaks it. he places you on your desk and he attacks your neck as he places his knee in between your legs. your hands find their way to his head and your fingers tangles in his dark, wet locks. you tug on them and moan when sejun moves his leg against your hard clothed dick.

sejun sucks on your neck on a sensitive spot which makes another moan escape your mouth. you buck your hips, wanting him to rub his leg against you harder and faster. sejun knows what you want, he just loves teasing you. he wants you to beg for it and you know it. "fuck, sejun, please...go f-faster." sejun smirks against your collarbone's skin. he slows down his rubbing and he pushes his knee hard onto your crotch and you moan, tugging on his hair tightly your head falls back as he continues to apply more pressure. "sejun..." he hums in response, looking at you. "p-please," you stutter. he raises his eyebrow.

he knows what he's doing, he knows damn well. "fuck me already...enough with the teasing, please." you beg. sejun smirks and leans in, close to your ear he says lowly, "anything for my prince," and bites your earlobe softly which makes you whimper softly. sejun loves the fact that he has such an affect on you. he knows he affects you greatly. sejun takes off your shirt and attacks your lips again, removing his knee he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and his hands gripping your thighs firmly he takes you to your bed and puts you down gently, breaking the kiss.

he takes off your pants and you can't help but stare at his abs. after taking off your pants, sejun notices. "you like what you see?" you grin and sit up, sejun crawls towards you and reconnect your lips, your pointer finger and thumb on his chin. you sigh in content. you pull back slightly and ruffle his hair which makes the both of you smile, sejun let's out a soft chuckle. after removing his pants and boxers along with your boxers, he comes closer and you lie back down on your mattress. sejun hovers above you and trails kisses from your chest to your lower stomach. he then immediately takes your dick in his mouth and you groan, loving how warm and wet his mouth is around your dick.

your hands finds his hair and grip his locks tightly as he picks up his pace. "oh fuck," you say breathlessly. sejun hums on purpose, creating vribation which causes you to moan. his tongue does wonders as he skillfully licks and twirls in all the right places. you feel that familiar feeling, the tension building up within your stomach. you are close to cumming and sejun knows. you hum, "i'm close," you pant. sejun continues to suck you off. you try your best to keep your hips still but you fail so sejun helps and places his hands on your hips and holds them down as you moan, cumming in your boyfriend's mouth.

sejun swallows and retracts his mouth. he starts to stretch you out with his fingers and once you are fully stretched out, he enteres you carefully and slowly. once fully inside he allows you to adjust. he has to resist to just fuck you immediately due to you clenching around him. once you give him the heads up he starts to move and you easily become hard again. "f-faster," you stutter. sejun obliges and he goes faster, your fingers dig into his back, your legs wrapped around his exposed waist. he kisses your neck sensually and you can't help but allow a moan to slip past your lips.

the sounds you make in situations like these drives sejun absolutely crazy, making him wanting you more. he moves onto your collarbones and suck, still mercilessly pounding into you. he groans as you clench around him once again, you did it on purpose. he pulls away and places his hands on your lower stomach and applies pressure. you react immediately and moan in response. "f-fuck." you choke out.

sejun finds your prostate and abuses it, making you a whiny and whimpering mess. tension starts to build up within your stomach. you know you are close and your boyfriend knows it too due to you becoming more vocal with airy moans. "ah!—i'm gonna cum." you announce. sejun grips your dick that's leaking with precum and strokes, focused on making you cum. his strokes are fast and slick, matching with his thrusts. your back arches and you cum with his name escaping your mouth. sejun then focuses on his orgasm and cums inside of you.

he collapses next to you, the both of you pant in exhaustion. "that was amazing." you say breathlessly. sejun smiles and pecks your cheek. 'i'm really glad you liked it." you peck sejun's nose. "thanks for that." you thank him. "anytime my prince."

[horanghoe]

home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

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group/members: VICTON  - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member,  dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions. 

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became. 

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here. 

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge. 

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits. 

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long. 

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker. 

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back. 

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg. 

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before. 

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air. 

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.” 

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion. 

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar. 

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully. 

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys. 

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes. 

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

 “- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~” 

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.” 

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips. 

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole. 

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl. 

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself. 

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks. 

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static. 

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…” 

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up. 

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

[burymewithsmut]

I am ruined. Feel like I owe him rent or something 🤌🏾

Under the Stars - Do Hanse

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Pairing:  Camboy! Hanse x Cam! Afab Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: Everyone has certain needs, but in his world of money and lust Hanse surely didn’t need love. Or so he was convinced until he paired up with you.

Warnings: Camboy/camgirl themes, masturbation, Hanse is a little bit mean (in only the best of ways I have problems okay), some teasing sexual and verbal, some manhandling, dom/sub themes, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, fingering, protected sex, some cum play (cum eating), dirty talk, degradation, cursing, sex toys, overstimulation, crying, a little pain, squirting, praise, dirty talk, use of the terms doll and sweetheart, drooling.

Word Count: 5395

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[nambamjun]

Skin Deep {optional bias}

Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gender neutral)

Genres: mutual pining, coworkers to something more, definitely gettin steamy

Warnings: small mention of no makeup insecurity

Word Count: 3.6K+

A/N: Back to writing and I've gotta say, pretty excited for this one, and it's definitely the longest post I've written so far. I would actually really appreciate a lil feedback to see where I am with writing so please do! Always love hearing from ya, hope y'all enjoy! <3

Another day, another city, and another concert over and done with. Working as a makeup artist was your dream, no doubt about it. It was your absolute privilege to be able to do what you do for a living. These days not many people were able to say that about their passion. It didn’t mean, though, that sometimes it wasn’t a little taxing. Touring around with world renowned artists tended to do that sometimes, especially when there were multiple of them that you had to take care of. But hey, when you decided to apply as an artist for a kpop group you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights. You couldn’t wait to get back to your room and shower, change into some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and read for an hour or so before going to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Would you actually stop reading when you planned to?

Who knows. That was a problem for the future you to deal with.

You walked briskly down the hallway to the last room on the right hand side. It was next to the stairwell so there was a bit of noise that flowed through the wall every so often, but at this point in time you really didn’t give a damn. There was a shower in that room, with a bed, and your suitcase with your soft, warm bedtime clothing waiting for you. You swung your backpack off your shoulders and plopped it down on the floor, digging through the main compartment to get to your wallet. Any organization that you once had in that bag was gone after today, and your fingers finally found the small rectangular form nestled all the way down at the bottom. Figures.

You spoke to yourself to help urge your tired muscles to move again. Almost there… close bag, open wallet, take out keycard, swipe… swipe… Dear lord, why isn’t it turning green??? You swiped twice more and thankfully a green light flashed, accompanied by a satisfactory click. You turned the knob and pushed the door open, not even bothering to pick your bag up, just taking it by the handle and tossing it to the lower corner of your bed. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked across the room to the large floor to ceiling windows that faced beautifully outward into the city and swiped the heavy sand colored curtains shut. First on the agenda, a nice warm shower.

As quickly as possible you stripped while mentally applauding yourself for setting up everything earlier so that you could just hop in as soon as you got back. Sometimes, past me is a genius. You didn’t even bother to put some music on your phone and turn the volume up. It would be fine staying on the bed. The running water was beckoning and you couldn’t resist happily rushing through the door, climbing in, and slowly stepping under the rush of steaming warmth that had every single muscle in your body releasing the tension they had been building up since 7am. As far as you were concerned it was pure heaven.

In hindsight, you probably should have chosen to have your phone serenade you, or even just be in the bathroom on the counter of the sink. Six times during your mini rebirth the little device vibrated loudly against the blanket of your bed, the sharp tone accompanying it ringing out for a minute and a half before stopping, just to start up again in another thirty seconds. It was then you turned the water off and messily towel dried your hair, still taking your time to bask in the glow of one of the best showers you had ever taken. Your calm mindset was pierced, however, by the sound of your ringtone, and your brows furrowed as you hurried to slip on the plush hotel bathrobe and exit the fogged room. Just as you got within arms length of your device, the noises ceased. Of course. You picked it up and turned it on…

“Seven missed calls???” They were all from your manager… he never called you. Click… redial.

The connection tone rang out once, twice, three times, “Y/N!” Oh no, you were in trouble. Every muscle that had relaxed in that shower was instantly tense again.

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t get any of your calls, I was in the shower! Is everything okay?”

He sighed. “Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.” You didn’t even know that you were holding one of the largest breaths in your chest until he said that. You allowed yourself to breathe. “Did you forget you had one of our member’s phones?” Your mouth opened and your lips repeatedly mouthed obscenities over and over again as you rushed to open your bag once more.

“Yes sir, of course, I do still have it, uh” - you started to toss everything on the floor in your efforts - “okay, yes, I have it right here in my hand!” You held the phone triumphantly in front of your face.

“Thank you. I’m currently figuring out a few things for the next few days so I’m a bit tied up. Could I just text his roommate with your room number so that he can just swing by and pick it up himself?”

You answered automatically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

“Alright then. I’ll send him over. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Of course!” You rolled your eyes at yourself, you sounded like a broken record player. “Have a good night, sir!” After hearing the click of him hanging up you took the phone away from your ear. Sighing deeply, you resigned to the fact that your reading would have to be pushed off for the time being while you waited for him to knock. “Might as well get comfortable.” You shrugged the robe off and pulled the soft pajamas over your frame before going to hang the robe back in the bathroom. Pulling the blankets back, you climbed underneath them and yanked two of the pillows behind you so that you could sit up comfortably.

And there, you waited. You sighed and picked up your phone, starting to play a game that you hadn’t touched in what seemed like weeks, but getting bored quickly and just resigning yourself to scrolling through social media. And you waited, and waited. You looked at the digital alarm clock that sat atop the nightstand next to your bed, which read 10:32 in large, neon green type. Half an hour. Half a fucking hour. At this point you might not be able to fit in any reading time at all. You looked over at your book sitting at your feet and were tempted to just take it in hand and dive in, as you were supposed to a while ago. But you knew what would happen, the same thing that happened ever since elementary school, much to the chagrin of your parents - you would get beyond sucked in to the pages and then a nuclear bomb could go off next to your head and your brain wouldn’t even register that anything had happened at all. So that’s that. You would just have to sit there and stew in your anger.

Which you did. Another ten minutes rolled by before you heard a sudden rapping on your door. Throwing the covers aside and stomping over to the door, you tossed it open and threw a look of complete and utter exasperation at the man standing before you. “Hi,” he tentatively smiled and waved for a second before putting his hand down. “Were you waiting long…?”

“Waiting long?” Your eyes widened as your eyebrows shot upward. “I’ve been sitting here for…” how long had it been exactly anyways, “forty four minutes!” His face fell along with his shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, I was taking a shower and my muscles ached from, ya know, earlier, and I lost track of time, and…” You blinked and your face straightened out, only now noticing his more than damp hair hanging in his face and comfortable clothes, made up of black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, with slippers over his socked feet. Immediately you hastily went to backtrack from how rude you had been to him.

“No, no, it’s okay. I, um… I did the same thing earlier when Manager Kim was trying to get a hold of me. I missed him calling like seven times, it was a whole thing.”

He perked up. “Oh that must have been fun.”

“You’re telling me.” The two of you relaxed and looked at each other for a second. On your part, what a mistake. You unknowingly let your eyes fix on his face, running over his eyes, nose, and then down to his lips. You got to see this almost every day, at least during shows and promotions. Normally his was the first face that you worked on, being ready before the other two you had to take care of, but you did try to keep it professional there. Skin tone, focus on his skin tone… Okay just a bit of this medium brown eyeshadow here, blend it out, keep blending… Of course, you two would inevitably talk. A comment here, a question of “so how’s your morning going,” there. You’d just have to constantly bring yourself back to work mode, you were at work, doing what your paid to do… to work. No no no don’t look into his eyes, look at his eyes. Do your work. Finally, though you would finish things up and all you had to do is take one more look, up and down. “Okay, all good!” It was almost as if you could start breathing again once you picked up your bags and moved aside to let the hair team have their turn with him. Then, as before, you’d go into work mode with the next member, although this time you wouldn’t have to try. Oh please be still, my beating heart, you would internally and sarcastically sigh to yourself. You really had to learn how to take control of that.

And yes, you really, really did. So much so that you didn’t realize your eyes had fixated on his bare face. His skin wasn’t perfect. It had it’s blemishes, some by now that you had memorized through and through. A freckle here and there, a tiny pimple that popped up on his right temple just under the hairline, some hyperpigmentation around his nose and eyes and forehead. You weren’t the only person who could see him like this but probably one of the only ones who could on the regular, even if it was only for a short period of time before you got to work. Seeing him now, though, showered and relaxed and… he was himself. Not who he had to be for the cameras, the fans, or even the other members. He was just… him. And unbeknownst to you your eyes were doing a wonderful job of taking in a long drink of his natural beauty.

That is, until you heard him clear his throat. Your eyes snapped to attention and immediately you could feel your cheeks and ears heating with the flame of a thousand suns. “Sorry, um, I’m just tired. Here,” you walked back into your room and towards the other side of your bed to grab his phone. You didn’t even hear the door shut as you sifted through the rumpled bed spread, your fingers poking around and finding that it had somehow landed between the blanket and sheet. Pulling it out you turned around sharply with your hand holding it up and bumped right into his chest. Both of you stumbled back from one another a step and blurted out apologies before falling silent, both pairs of eyes looking anywhere but at the person standing before them.

“You okay,” he quickly asked. His voice sounded a little dry, but honestly you were just too embarrassed to really take note of it, along with the fact that his face matched yours in being as red as a sunbathing lobster in the middle of summer.

“Yeah, I’m cool, um, here,” you held the phone out in front of you for him to take, clearing your throat. At least your makeup would cover the red on your face. Wait. I TOOK A SHOWER. Your free hand went to cover the lower half of your face out of pure instinct. “Oh sorry about that, I didn’t even realize-”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He brought his hand up and took the phone from you, his fingers grazing yours for an instant. “Your hands are cold.” You allowed your eyes to flick up and meet his own, and you think that was a mistake considering now you can’t take them away. It’s as if he had locked them.

“Yeah they kind of get like that, it’s fine.” You tried to keep your voice steady but half way through your affirmations it betrayed you and broke down to a whisper.

“I know, they always are… when, you know… makeup.”

You hummed, not even trusting yourself to say a simple “ah”. His hand lowered and put his phone back on your bed but you still couldn’t rip your eyes from his. Not when his hand fell back down to his side, not when he softly took one step towards you, or another, not even when you took a step backward, bumping into the nightstand. He noticed your move and stopped. “Can I…?” His voice was now no louder than halfway between a whisper and mutter. And he stayed where he was.

He stopped, because you stepped back. You felt your head slightly nodding, eyes still glued to him, even when he began moving towards you again in slow, careful steps. It somehow seemed like both an eternity and only an instant before he was standing right in front of you, close enough for you to lift your hand only a few inches and touch his side. You could feel his breath fan over your face and your eyes finally broke from his as his hands softly touched your wrists. He was so close…

“You’re so beautiful.” Your wide eyes flew back to his face and you blinked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and his hands lightly brushed up your arms, and as they rested on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and running his thumbs under your eyes, you felt your hands move of their own accord and grip the sided of his hoodie.

“You…” the word squeaked out and fell short, you were speechless. You couldn’t make sense of any of this in your head, confused at exactly what the hell was happening. Had you fallen asleep waiting for him to get here? That could’ve definitely happened, right? “Is this a dream?”

His eyes narrowed with a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and whispered out the word “no”. God, you wanted to feel them. Taste them. His face got ever so closer to yours and now it was clear that there was only one thing either one of you wanted to do, but your brain set off an alarm. You looked back into his eyes. “We probably shouldn’t…” He looked back at you.

“Probably not.” You could almost feel his lips forming those words, all you had to do was push forward less than an inch. And then-

“Because work…” you almost kicked yourself, but you didn’t even have to. Your hands betrayed your words by falling flat against his waist and resting there.

“Yeah… it um…” he swallowed and his tongue darted out over his lips, his hands starting to leave your face and your brain shouted out that no, that’s not what you really wanted.

But he was an idol. Dating ban or not, work relationships could get messy. That’s if he wanted a relationship. What if this was all just… chemicals? Or hormones, or really just the excitement of it all. You two definitely shouldn’t.

His eyes flickered down to your lips once, twice more. He sighed heavily and all he could think of to mutter were three words.

“Oh, fuck it.”

His lips were on yours. His hands moved to the back of your head and neck and they were holding your face so close it was almost crushing you, but that was nothing. That didn’t matter. It was as if he had been under water and your lips were his salvation, the first gulps of air that he needed so desperately. All of your senses were screaming and you couldn’t believe what was happening. He was kissing you. His lips were pushing and caressing at yours and you were kissing him back, your hands sliding up to land on his chest and grip his shirt to pull him closer, you needed him closer. He allowed his hands to fall and his arms circled your waist to do just that and your arms looped around his neck. You could taste his lips and feel his embrace. The smell of him seemed to envelop you, working its way into your nose through rushed inhales and intoxicating you, almost overwhelming you, as if every single nerve in your body was on fire. Flames that melted you into him and then finally consumed you until he was the only thing that remained. You barely registered as he started to turn you, your feet shuffling with his, and your lips disconnected just enough for him to lightly push you back. You allowed your body to stumble backwards and fall onto the bed with the rumpled up covers but only for an instant before slightly pushing yourself up to reconnect with his lips, as if you were addicted to their dance, and he followed you back down as he climbed onto the bed after you. His hand slid under your waist and picked you up just enough to help move you more onto the mattress as his body followed. Wherever you would have gone, he would go. In that moment he would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but then again, he had been that way for a while now.

He had been just as hungry for this. Every early morning he would try to not stare at your masked face and imagine your lips underneath the thin fabric. He would picture them, parted slightly as you concentrated on doing your job, which you always did perfectly. Every time you touched up his makeup between sets, maybe adding something if the next outfit called for it. The adrenaline in his system from performing made him not want to care about the makeup, just drag you into his arms and tug the mask down and… He doesn’t know where he got the guts to actually kiss you. But with the way you were sucking on his lips and desperately pulling him closer, shit, he’s glad he did.

His arms were on either side of your head, caging you in, and your fingers found their way into his hair, tangling the soft strands and tugging. You heard a deep moan emanate from his chest and he kissed you harder, sliding his tongue across your lip and tilting his head as you opened your lips wider, allowing him in. As his tongue overtook yours you let out a small whimper, again, wanting to somehow be closer than you two already were. Bodies flush together, moving and complementing one another, the kisses grew more urgent, and his lips left yours, but only to trail his love down to your neck. As he let his tongue run over your skin he lightly sucked and you had to call on every single ounce of willpower you had to to quietly call out his name. He stopped and took his face away, breathing into your cheek, and you knew that he knew. He couldn’t leave any trace of this. No matter how badly he wanted to. Neither of you could. You guided his face back to you and kissed him once more, less hurried than before, and in that moment you tried to pour every single emotion that you were feeling into his lips.

Your faces grew apart and you got the guts to look into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were blown out probably just as much as yours. Your eyes fell shut and you let your head rest against the bed, trying to control your breathing. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing. You wanted it to be more than that, and more than just kisses and bodies touching. You wanted that so badly. What if he didn’t? Your lips opened and you inhaled to ask, but your breath fell short as you felt him tilt his head up and press a kiss softly to your forehead. And then slowly he shifted and placed one on your left cheek, then the right, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then one last one back to your lips. Your heart all but exploded and somehow you just knew that he felt the same way you did. That this was more than just skin deep.

“Hey,” he whispered. Your eyes opened and met with his. “We’ll figure something out. Okay?” Your smile pushed to your eyes and there was only one response you could come up with.

“Okay.”

[seungs1ks]

hii can u do dom seungwoo x sub fem reader and can u do teacher x student? only if ure comfortable if not anything would do hehe thank uu <3

hello!! i'm so sorry this took forever, i was a little busy but here it is! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

teacher's pet. (h.s.w.)

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: han seungwoo x fem!reader

warnings: dom x sub dynamics, swearing, unprotected sex (with pulling out), slight degradation, orgasm denial, slight dacryphilia, teacher x student

word count: 2.1k

You nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you waited outside Professor Han’s office. You knew why he’d called you to his office, but that didn’t make you any less nervous about it. For the fourth time that week, your teacher had caught you zoning out in class -- he’d call on you to answer something, only to receive silence as a reply, until he was forced to say your name at a louder volume in order to finally get your attention. The disappointed look on his face made your cheeks hot, but Professor Han still looked so handsome.

Click. Startled, you were snapped out of your thoughts, and you turned to see the door was now ajar. You stood up, hesitant, because you didn’t see anybody.

“Come in,” Professor Han’s voice, firm yet honey-like, floated through the air through the door and into the hallway.

You took a deep breath and stepped into his office to see him standing at his desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His glasses were perched precariously on his nose, and he was wearing one of his many dark-toned plaid blazers. Underneath it, you could see he’d unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white dress shirt. His black leather belt had a simple yet eye-catching design on the silver buckle that beckoned your eyes to focus on something you probably shouldn’t have. You tried not to show how your gaze travelled down his long, lanky legs to his deep brown shoes.

“How are you doing?” Professor Han asked. He was looking at you intently. His dark hair, parted in the middle, fell perfectly over his face.

“Um, alright,” you answered softly, hands behind your back fidgeting with nerves.

He cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head. “Are you sure? You seem like you have a lot on your mind this week. Like you’re distracted.”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” you said, bowing your head a little. “I think I’ve just been finding it hard to focus in class, but I’ll do better from now on.”

Your teacher’s gaze softened. “Is there anything I can help with? You don’t have to, but you can tell me if there’s anything I can do,” he said as he walked over to an armchair, taking off his blazer as he did so. As he shed the piece of outerwear your eyes widened as you noticed his suspenders, making the white dress shirt cling to his body and highlighting the man’s lean yet muscular physique.

Fuck. Your breath must have audibly hitched in your throat, because Professor Han was looking at you funny. He had a small smirk on his face. You wanted to run out of the office and all the way back to your dorm.

“Something the matter?” Professor Han set his blazer down across the chair.

“N…no,” you quickly stuttered. You were frozen, your eyes locked onto his body.

“You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head.

Professor Han took virtually three strides to appear right in front of you. His puppy eyes seemed to study your expression. You stared right back at him, unable to turn away, knowing you looked like a helpless baby deer.

What he said next almost made your knees buckle. “Poor little girl, so out of it,” your teacher half-mumbled, half-sighed. “What’s making it hard for you to focus in my class, hm?” He took off his glasses and folded them, tucking them into his shirt. Leaning down so you were at eye level with him, Professor Han held you in a gaze that sent shivers through your body. “You can tell me, little one.”

You gulped. His face had never been this close to yours before. He was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen, and would ever see in your life. “It’s you,” you blurted out, your voice breathy in a way you didn’t recognize.

He bit his bottom lip and smiled, like he’d been expecting that answer all along. “Me?”

“Y-you’re very distracting,” you admitted, giving up on trying to censor your feelings. “I’m distracted because I keep thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“Um…stuff that’s a little, uh, naughty, I guess,” you babbled, heat quickly rising up your cheeks.

Professor Han chuckled, shaking his head. This is it, you thought. I’m going to be expelled.

Instead of scolding you or shaming you like you thought, he smiled and offered you his hand. You just looked at it, unsure of what to do or how to react.

He laughed. “I won’t bite you.” With a shaky breath, you put your hand in his. His skin was soft and smooth. Professor Han led you to his desk, where he backed you up against it -- you gasped when you felt the hard edge of it hit your lower back. “Unless you want me to,” he whispered into your ear. You almost let out a whimper, but you were rendered speechless in shock by your professor’s large hands gripping your waist. “Jump,” he commanded, and without thinking you did as he said, and he helped lift you onto his desk.

Professor Han stood between your spread legs, which instinctively wrapped around his waist. He hummed in approval before kissing you harshly, and your eyes fluttered upon feeling his lips on yours, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and making you dizzy.

One of his hands made its way to the back of your head and he yanked it back with a sharp tug on your hair, breaking the kiss and making you yelp. Your professor sucked on and nipped at your neck and your body was on fire.

“Should’ve known you were a naughty girl,” he growled against your purpling skin. “Always wearing short little skirts like these,” he balled the fabric of your skirt in his fist. “You do this on purpose, don’t you? Hoping I’d see? Hoping I’d lift it up and fuck you without even taking it off?”

You could only whine and whimper in response. You knew you were probably embarrassingly wet by now -- the legs around his waist pulled him closer to you in search of any friction to soothe the ache between them.

Professor Han smacked your inner thigh, making you cry out. “Asked you a question, pet. Yes or no, you’re wearing these skirts on purpose for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the desk, desperate to feel him, any part of him, against your clothed core. “Yes, yes, it’s all for you.”

He generously attended to your attempts to get closer, reaching down to grab your ass and pull you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was behind his slacks. You moaned at the feeling of him rubbing against you, your thin underwear soaked through.

“Feel that, kitten?” Your professor groaned into your ear. “Think about it filling you up, m’gonna stuff it all into your sweet little cunt.”

You practically sobbed at his filthy words. “Please, fuck, please, Seungwoo…” you mewled.

Your professor’s eyes flashed with something animalistic. He reached in between your legs, slapped your thigh again and ripped off your underwear, tossing the ruined fabric somewhere in the far corner of his office. “Did I say you could use my name? Who gave you permission to do that?” He glanced down at your exposed pussy, glistening and swollen with need. Then he looked at the wet spot it had left on his pants. “Look at this fucking mess,” Seungwoo muttered, his voice low.

“I’m s…sorry, sir, I’m so sorry.” You were shaking like a leaf. You just wanted him inside you. Seungwoo’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Hm. That’s better,” he hummed in thought. He unbuckled his belt and you almost started drooling. You reached out to help him take it off but he swatted your hands away. “Needy little pet,” Seungwoo tutted at you, torturing you by taking off his belt at a painfully slow speed. “Maybe I should fuck the impatience out of you every day after class,” he mused. “Or in front of all your classmates? You’d like that, hm? For everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me?” He finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, until his mid-thigh. His hard cock bobbed in front of you, angry and leaking at the tip.

“Yes, please, sir,” you rasped. “Want you to use me in front of everyone, please sir.”

Seungwoo groaned, one hand wrapped around his cock and pumping a few times. “That’s a good girl,” he praised you. His other hand cradled your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He locked eyes with you, and his eyes were dark and hypnotic. His thumb brushed across your lips that were tender from how rough he’d kissed you. “Open,” he ordered, teasing your slick folds with the head of his cock.

You obeyed and opened your mouth. He slid his thumb in, and at the same time pushed his cock into you. Seungwoo hissed at the feeling of you being so tight around him. Your eyes rolled back at how much he stretched and filled you. Moaning around his thumb, you wiggled your hips, already desperate for him to move. His free hand went up your untucked blouse and squeezed one of your breasts hard. “Don’t think about moving around, kitten,” he warned. “And don’t cum until I give you permission,” he added before he began to rut into you.

It was already almost too much to handle. The way Seungwoo mercilessly pounded into you had you lightheaded -- high-pitched whines were leaving you as you bit down on his thumb. “Yesssss,” your professor groaned, his head thrown back. “Fucking. Take. It,” he punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips, powerful enough to make your entire body move further up the table. You writhed and squirmed. You’d never been fucked so good in your life.

“Sir,” you cried when Seungwoo took his thumb out your mouth and brought that hand down to rub your clit with his long, slender fingers. “Sir, pl-- I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, staring at how his fingers played you like a piano, and transfixed by his pretty cock disappearing in and out of you. Seungwoo shook his head, panting as he fucked you. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle making you all but scream.

“Not until you have my permission,” he grunted, pummeling into you, both of his arms wrapped around your leg, using it as leverage to fuck you so deep and so hard you swore you were fucking dreaming.

You keened when you heard that, finding it impossible to hold off your orgasm. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you begged your professor. “Sir, I can’t hold it, please sir,” you sobbed, starting to tremble. “Need to cum on your cock so bad, please, sir, please please please.”

Seungwoo smirked, looking downright devilish. “Don’t cry, pretty baby,” he cooed. “So cute when you beg,” he moaned, one giant hand moving to engulf your throat. “You wanna cum?” You nodded vigorously, hopelessly. He slapped your clit with his other hand, sending electricity jolting through your body. “Now,” he commanded, slapping it again, and you immediately came undone, your body arching off the desk, trembling. You couldn’t even make a sound; your mouth hung open, your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm seemed to last for minutes.

“Ugh, fuck, such a good girl,” you could barely hear Seungwoo praise you as your mind was swimming in pure bliss. “Gonna cum all over you, my pet,” he growled, rutting into you and chasing his own orgasm, the overstimulation making your tears flow down your cheeks as you whined like a pathetic injured animal.

With a long, husky groan, Seungwoo pulled out and shuddered as he emptied himself all over your inner thighs. You were still shaking and whimpering from the overstimulation. He held your face in both his hands and gently stroked your cheeks, hushing you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Look at me, pretty,” he whispered, and when you did, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back and studied your expression. “Are you okay?”

You smiled weakly. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Professor Han.”

Seungwoo hummed. “Good,” he pulled his pants back on and got some tissues from a box on his desk. He started to clean you up as you continued to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he admired the mess he made on you. “Will you stay after class tomorrow?”

“Yes sir,” you answered a little too quickly, making him chuckle.

“No more daydreaming or zoning out in my class, okay?” He eyed you sternly. “I want to see my little pet do well on the exam next week.”

“I promise, Professor.”

“That’s a good girl.”

[wonwoosthetic]

seventeen

the boyz

victon

sf9

monsta x

amour (oc group)

thot thoughts

midnight thoughts

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[stupefy-spotify-metgala]

this is so important to talk about. thank you for that.

whenerver i am looking through tiktok or tumblr there must pop up one video or post that talk about bdsm or something related to that. and i'm gonna be honest, it makes me sad how normalised it became. while researching this subject few months ago it came to me how many ACTUAL paraphilias (prev known as sexual deviations/perversions) are tolerated and treated as something normal, and sexy and cute. honestly almost all warnings in smut stories could be listed here as examples of paraphiliasand of course i am not talking about yandere works (bc those are just fucked, i'm not even sorry), not even talking about smuts. some cute "fluffy" works, where your idol bf is possesive and all alpha bc you belong to him... no, just no. i feel like what i am about to say may be a little too much and borderline shaming, however, girls, you are not freaky, kinky, whatever, you are in need of therapy. believe, i know from autopsy. as was mentioned, this is just a facade for abuse. in no way, shape or form the trust in this kind of relationships is going both ways. one person trusts not be seriously injured or the worse case scenario killed, when the other person's biggest worry is to not get charges for sa/dv. and also, important question that has been on my mind for awhile now. why are we as fans making our favourites into bad, violent people?

searching for "enhypen/txt/bts fics" and most things being smuts (not implying that writing and enjoying smut is wrong) with clear women objectification and violence is honestly so weird to me considering that most writters of that genre are women or people with female presenting bodies

masking misogyny with the label of "kinks" does not change the fact that dumbification, pain/spanking, age play, slut shaming or name calling during sex is clearly rooted in pedophilia, patriarcal stereotypes/costumes and a depraved enjoyment of hurting women

a man who rapes and beats a woman does it either because he can or because he likes it, even both, and what are the reasons of a man who does rape play and spanking? Thats right, he enjoys it, and finds security on the idea of safe words, the sadistic side of BDSM and false consent

now ladies and ppl of tumblr, this is in no way trying to shame you for what turns you on, as I am also someone who faces daily discontent with myself because of the automatic romanticization of toxic behaviours, but most kinks really do come from childhood trauma or responses to media you have been exposed to, even if you do not think so

and while yes, reading fanfic on your phone is not a big deal, this things reflect actual behaviours and violent actions that happen multiple times a day, on multiple places, if not everywhere, and can distort your perception of real intimacy/pleasure

so please, even though its nice to pretend that your enjoyment of this type of content is harmless, it is not, not for people around you and neither for you, especially not you, this is not something inoffensive and should be treated the way you treat least sexual manifesting traumas, with therapy

why are degradation, getting dominated by force (and other sexual preferences like this) acceptable? is it because its in a sexual context? is sex perhaps an experience completely isolated from the rest of life? is sex consequence-free and independent from any type of opression faced in our current world?

[nocturne-overtures]

Kinktober Day 11-Paitience and Virtues

Pairing: Do Hanse x Male Reader

Prompt: Cock Warming + Orgasm Denial

WC: 600+

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Established Relationship

Tws: Swearing

Sws: Bottom Idol, Top Reader, Bratty Sub, Masturbation, Fingering, Bondage, Sex Toys, Edging, Ruined Orgasms, Cock Warming

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“Fuck! F-fuck, please just let me-”

“Mmm. No.”

Hanse shuddered, thighs shaking as he leered up at you. 

He’d decided to be bratty today, distracting you during your work. Your brow twitched ever so slightly, pushing him out of your lap gently when he’d plopped into it before he sent you a look you just knew would spell out trouble. 

You were absolutely right, and minutes later, he’d appeared again, wrapping his arms around the back of your chair, kissing up the shell of your ear, sighing dramatically. 

“You should fuck me. I’m bored.” 

“Hanse, I have to finish my work.” You remind him, glancing at him and noticing he was naked now. Hanse tilted his head and then sighed dramatically, plopping down on the couch directly in front of you, carelessly throwing a leg over the arm of the couch. You send him a warning look and he smiles. 

“Go ahead, I won’t stop you from...working.” He draws out the word like it’s unsavory and you can’t help the small, disbelieving snort that leaves your lips. 

Hanse is up to something. That much is obvious. You're proven right half an hour later when you can see movement out of the corner of your eye again. Hanse is staring you down, smiling with faux innocence as he pinched and rolled his nipples. 

“Hanse.” you growl in warning. He ignores you, pushing some of his fingers into his mouth before moving his hand down to his rim, smiling as he pushed them in slowly. 

“You’re working. You should focus on that.” He sasses, rolling his head back onto the couch stroking and fingering himself slowly directly in your line of sight. You feel your own cock twitch between your legs before you try to go back to your work. 

Hanse’s apparently found his own prostate, if the increased volume of his moans are anything to go by. You click your tongue and glance at the clock. 

You can finish it tomorrow.

Hanse doesn’t look surprised when you move to the other side of the room, standing over him with an unimpressed look in your eyes. In fact, the smile on his face grows as he notices your bulge, leaning forward to kiss, lick, and mouth along the outline of it in your jeans. 

You let him have his way, watching as he unzips and pulls your pants down to stroke your cock before you grab a handful of long black hair. 

“C’mere. You want to play so bad, we’ll play.” 

That’s how Hanse ended up with both wrists bound behind his back, his cock an angry cherry red as you slowly ran a vibrator up and down the length of his cock. He jolted and cursed, but was unable to move from his position seated on your cock. Every time you felt him tighten and clench around your cock, you pull the vibrator away, ignoring the pleading whimper that fell from his lips whenever you did. 

He was much to proud to say sorry for his distraction, at least not yet. A few more ruined orgasms and you were sure he’d change his tune, but for now you were content with your slow-burning revenge, feeling your boyfriend try to ride you to reduce some of the tension. Every time he did, you move your feet apart, spreading Hanse’s so he doesn’t have the leverage to ride you. 

“You asshole.” Hanse hisses in frustration, thighs shaking when you get tired of his squirming and pull his legs up onto the bed, making him place them flat on the comforter and eliminating any chance he had of riding you. 

“What’s that? Ruin a few more? Of course I can, Hanse.” You hum, smiling as he makes a loud noise of protest in his throat. It’s cut off when you set the vibrator right under the crown of his cock, smiling against the skin of his neck as he jolts and twitches. 

“I’ve got all day now that work is done, Hanse. I hope you’re comfy, babe. I’ll decide if I’ll let you cum depending on how well you can sit still.” 

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[bearseokie]

- it’s a habit. [M] | lsj

being paired with other porn stars is a natural occurrence in the business, but specifically having to work with the man you always deemed the most alluring? crazy. finding out that he has a habit of falling in love with his co-workers? chaos.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | pornstar! au | currently 7k ] PAIRING — pornstar! sejun x pornstar! fem! reader GENRES — series, smut, (psychological) romance, angst, slow burn WARNINGS — mature content, detailed sexual content, jealousy, intense scenes, unprotected intercourse. NOTE — this series focuses around mature and sexual content, minors do not interact with this series. parts are posted/updated as they are written, please be patient with me!

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1 | OLD HABITS DIE HARD.

a new pairing for the company is the next business move—but what you didn’t plan for was your new partner to be top-star sejun. an alluring man with more charisma in one finger than anyone else you’ve ever worked with, the intense ploy of someone you never imaged you’d become attached to begins.

DETAILS — [ M | pornstar! au | 7k ] WARNINGS — mature content, detailed sexual content, dirty-talking, face-fucking, fingering, mirror sex, unprotected intercourse, jealousy POSTED ON — august 21st, 2020

2 | AN INQUIRY FOR YOUR TAKING.

a year passes after your fleeting affair with sejun, and a single phone call from your manager is enough to bring back every feeling and memory. with a promotional scheme in his hands, sejun requests that you join him to be his main partner in a series of films—and with every fiber of your being telling you to turn down the offer, you agree.

DETAILS — [ M | pornstar! au | outlining ] WARNINGS — updating... RELEASING ON — to be determined...

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