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taexual · 3 years ago

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maybe i | yunhyeong

pairing: yunhyeong x oc

genre: smut, college au, fwb au

warnings: playful banter, some teasing, a quickie (protected), not a lot of pillow talk because of unexpected circumstances

summary: your friendship with benefits with yunhyeong is threatened when he accidentally tells you he loves you.

words count: 4.4k

requested by anonymous.

“We don’t have much time,” Yunhyeong said, nearly ripping your jeans off of you in his haste. “My roommate will be back in an hour.”

You hadn’t planned to see him today, but Yunhyeong grabbed you – almost literally – when you were on your way home from the campus library, telling you that he missed you and asking if you were free. Which was just a courtesy, really, considering that he was already pulling you towards his dorm.

You wouldn’t have objected anyway, truth be told – you missed him, too. But hearing that you were running on limited time did frustrate you a little.

Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on your elbows, helping him rid you of the denim as his old bed creaked underneath both of your weights.

“I thought he had classes the whole day,” you commented. “And so did you.”

“I’m skipping all of mine,” Yunhyeong replied, tossing your jeans aside and reconnecting your lips in a—hurried—feverish kiss. You broke the kiss another second later to pull his shirt over his head. “And he’s only going to one.”

“The asshole,” you said.

“Right?” he agreed, only half-listening as he rolled you on top of him, until you were straddling his waist. “Come here.”

You lowered your lips to meet his again, finally able to enjoy the moment without worrying about tearing your clothes off of each other as quickly as possible. He kissed you back, cherishing in the familiar taste of your mouth, and struggling—as always—to believe that you’d done this enough times for your taste to become familiar.

Suddenly, you distracted him from his thoughts by bringing your hips over his, the layers of your underwear not providing nearly enough friction for this to feel as good as it could. And yet, in spite of that, a low groan passed his lips, his hands flying to your thighs in an almost desperate attempt to keep you steady while also encouraging you to, please, do that again.

And you complied – your bodies communicating wordlessly – as you rolled your hips into his once again, biting your lip when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your faces were inches apart, mouths hovering over each other, as your hips continued to grind into his slowly, the sensation as teasing as it was pleasurable.

“I’m going to need you to take these off now,” Yunhyeong whispered against your lips, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties. “We don’t have much time.”

“So impatient,” you rolled your eyes – the playful gesture only killing him a little more, while the pressure of your hips on his hardening length when you sat up, could have easily finished him off right then and there. “We should have gone to my place.”

“So that your neighbors can call the police on us again? No, thank you,” he scoffed while his eyes followed your every move – from the way you lifted your hips slightly to be able to pull your underwear down, to the way you brought one of your legs up, then the next one, and, finally, slid the panties down your right ankle. He swallowed.

“They meant well,” you said, giggling as you remembered the awkward altercation a few months ago when the police showed up to your dorm – at a very inconvenient moment, too – on behalf of your concerned next-door neighbor. She’d assumed—from the sounds? You weren’t sure— that you were getting killed. “In her defense, using ropes in a dorm room probably wasn’t the wisest idea.”

Yunhyeong laughed – the sound coming out strained when you lowered yourself on him again, your naked core brushing against his boxers; still one layer too many between you – before he sat up to meet your lips in a kiss, too impatient to wait.

“We’re trying that again, though,” he said then, hands gently dancing on your shoulders and down the straps of your bra, inching towards the clasp on your back. “Probably in a place with less neighbors.”

Knowing that you would likely never find a secluded enough spot without any people around, you gasped, purposefully overreacting. “You’re suggesting we do that in public?”

Yunhyeong lifted an eyebrow in response because that wasn’t exactly what he was suggesting, but now that you’d mentioned it, he wasn’t really against the idea.

“Might as well try,” he replied, his mind growing hazy as he focused on the feeling of your nearly naked body pressed against his. He still hadn’t mastered the clasp of your bra and you had to reach up to help him.

The moment your fingertips met as you undid your bra, Yunhyeong kissed you again. He refused to let you take your bra off yourself, and took control of the process – sliding each strap down your arms as if you had all the time in the world for this.

“Hmm,” you hummed against his lips, pulling away to warn him, “I thought we were in a hurry.”

Dreamily, Yunhyeong continued the slow, sensual process of removing your bra, the tips of his fingers brushing gently against your breasts once the garment was finally off. He always turned this simple act – that you would have preferred to get over with as quickly as possible; bras weren’t exactly known for being comfortable – into something that was akin to a grandiose procedure that he refused to skip over.

“We are,” he said. “But there are some things you can’t speed up.”

You scoffed at this, but the warmth of his words sent sparks all over your body – he’d always made it a big deal out of removing your clothes; the less there were left on you, the slower he moved.

“Yunhyeong,” you were forced to whine then – he may have been hoping for it – as he caressed your body, his hands not really lingering anywhere very long as he attempted to touch as much of you as possible.

This wasn’t the first time you were having sex, and yet he always made it feel as special as that first time. You didn’t mind that, especially since your first time with Yunhyeong had happened when both of you were drunk, so the memory of it was very blurry in your head. But, as much as you appreciated the care he put into everything he did, you wanted more now.

Pushing his chest gently with your hands, you forced him to fall back on the pillow. The small gasp that left his lips when you suddenly took charge of the situation was quickly replaced by a proud smirk, prompted by your impatience. You ignored it and, instead, pulled down his boxers, making sure to touch him as lightly as possible – on purpose, to tease him right back for taking this so slowly before.

“We’re in a hurry,” he was the one to remind you this time.

Ah, you’d been waiting for this.

With your hand barely grazing the tip of his length, you shrugged your shoulders. “Some things you can’t speed up.”

Yunhyeong rolled his eyes – or tried to – but he was forced to throw his head back and close his eyes altogether when you wrapped one of your hands against his fully-hard cock and gave it a few lazy pumps.

His sensitivity to your touch was one of your favorite things about doing this. Every time you doubted if it was a good decision to include sex in your friendship, you remembered the look on his face, like the one right now: his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes barely open but firmly locked on you, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of what you’d do next – and you knew you really wouldn’t have it any other way.

When your grasp on his length got tighter and your strokes more sensual, Yunhyeong groaned and reached out to stop you, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he sat up and placed his hands on yours. He pressed his lips to yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss – deciding that not a lot of talking was going to be done from now on – and you leaned into him, allowing him to guide you to the previous position you’d been in: with your thighs on either side of him, your core pressed dangerously close to his length.

He brought one of his hands to your neck to angle your face in a way that allowed him to deepen the kiss. In the mean time, his free hand found your clit as he experimented by bringing his fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and, of course, teasing you until he felt you exhale against his mouth in frustration.

“Yunhyeong,” you spoke, a certain warning noticeable in your otherwise soft voice. He moved his lips to your neck instead. “I’m going to get up and leave if you don’t do something right now.”

He chuckled and the feeling of his teeth against the skin of your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” he said then, pressing one more lingering kiss to your neck before reaching over to the drawer on his nightstand. “I thought the risk of getting caught was supposed to feel thrilling.”

“Well, if your roommate does come back soon,” you replied, watching him grab a condom package from his drawer and rip it open, “I’d rather he interrupted us when we were actually doing something.”

Yunhyeong paused for a second to give you a questionable look after you said this, but he decided not to argue, focusing on the more important things at hand.

“But we are doing something,” he said instead, teasing, as he tossed the wrapper on the floor.

“Something more,” you said – pointlessly so, because he was already rolling the condom down his length, his hands shaking lightly. He wanted this just as much as you – if not more – but his excitement was getting the best of him; he never did learn how to completely calm his nerves when he was alone with you.

Finally, he brought his hands down to your hips, slowly moving your body back and forth on his lap, your fold rubbing against his cock, the motion undoubtedly pleasant, but not enough.

When you were about to open your mouth and urge him to do something, Yunhyeong finally lifted your body up just a little and aligned himself with your entrance. His eyes met yours as he pushed the tip in and then stopped, keeping his hands on your thighs, but allowing you to choose the pace.

You lowered yourself on him, the stretch as sweet as it was painful. You closed your eyes at the feeling, so you did not see the absolute adoration in his eyes when you bottomed out. The blissful expression on your face was heaven itself right now and Yunhyeong momentarily forgot that you could also move, further intensifying the emotions he was feeling.

You held onto his shoulders as you ground your hips into his slowly, your walls warm and snug around him. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watched your concentrated face and responded to the gentle swaying of your body by bucking his hips – just barely, really, but you felt it, your head automatically falling backwards, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

“That’s—” you started to say, pressing your hips into his harder, faster. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” he asked – or perhaps agreed with you, it was hard to tell when he tried to muffle his own moans – and then he leaned in closer to you until his chest hit yours, and his cock changed the angle inside of you, suddenly feeling much deeper.

A quiet gasp left your lips at this new, sharper sensation, and Yunhyeong gave you a second to adjust before he lifted your hips and lowered them on his length again, slowly enough so you wouldn’t be in pain, but with enough force so you’d feel all of him. He did everything in an encouraging way, not trying to be in full control and letting you do most of the work as you steadily began to move on top of him.

You felt him so deep inside that you couldn’t help exhaling shakily as you squeezed your closed eyes even tighter. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders to find a more comfortable position, this way bringing your bodies even closer, so that there wasn’t a single spot of your skin that wasn’t touching his.

He was restraining himself on your behalf, that much was clear in the way he kissed the side of your neck, focusing his attention elsewhere, so he wouldn’t start pounding into you.

Letting him know that you could handle it, you removed one of your hands from his neck. You placed your hand on his and lifted it from your hips to your lower back – so he was still holding you, but no longer had the opportunity to control how fast you moved – and then you returned to holding onto his shoulders as you began to bounce on him, gradually gaining speed until his kisses turned into soft groans against your neck.

“Fuck,” you moaned, louder now that the feeling of his throbbing length rubbing against your walls had grown more intense.

He held you against him, his hand wrapping around your waist for more support, while his other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it as you continued to ride him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as you alternated between grinding your hips into his and then moving up and down on his length again.

“Hmmm,” was all you could muster in response as Yunhyeong moved his hips to meet yours halfway, your bodies locked together in a well-choreographed dance, the only music in the room being the sound of your skin slapping against each other to the rhythm of your heavy breaths.

You’ve done this before with him – countless times – and yet each time he held you as close as this, his hands squeezing the softest parts of your body and his length drilling into you, you were still surprised by how good this could feel.

“I-I’m—” you tried, the words dying on your tongue and transforming into a desperate, wordless plea when you felt his kisses on your collarbones, then on your chest, until finally his mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue gentle and electrifying all at once. “Oh, please.”

He hummed, the sensation reverberating pleasantly all across your body as he moved to your other breast, starting off with butterfly kisses all around it before finally bringing his tongue over your nipple, sucking on it lightly and pulling away with a wet kiss.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you had no choice but to relent to him as he began to thrust up into you, his hands holding you in place. His pace did not slow down once – he’d gotten enough practice to know the right way to throw you off the edge – as he gripped your thighs, his cock going in and out of you.

“S-so close,” you spoke shakily, your body seemingly a separate entity from your mind now.

With another soft moan, you caught Yunhyeong off-guard when you met his thrusts by rotating your hips in quick, clumsy figure-8s.

Sex between the two of you was always a battle for control – although neither of you minded sharing – but he did not object right now, far too lost in the feeling of being inside of you. And yet the circular motions of your hips were so sweet, he was starting to get worried he’d be the one coming first.

His breath catching in his throat, Yunhyeong licked his lips and watched you, in awe. You looked and you felt so warm, so soft, so perfect – he couldn’t control himself anymore.

“So good to me,” he praised, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of your snug walls squeezing him, and absolutely intoxicated from the way you looked as you chased your high. “Oh, fuck, I love you. S-so much.”

Too lost in the feeling, you didn’t fully register his words – or perhaps you did, but they sounded so fitting in this moment, you found nothing weird with them – and, therefore, you were only able to whimper in response, moving your hips against his faster.

“Fuck,” he whispered, half-aware of what he’d just said, but much, much more aware of the way you were clenching around him, and the increasing sound of your breathing as you inched closer to the edge.

“I’m going to—” you got cut off when he brought a hand between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit with the tips of his fingers as you continued to grind your hips against his. “Ah—! Going to—”

“Come for me,” he whispered lowly. “I got you. F-fuck—”

Moaning loudly when the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body, you thrashed in his arms, but Yunhyeong kept a tight grip on you as his fingers continued to work on your clit.

Gasping for air, you dug your fingertips into his skin, feeling so full, so comfortable, so good. Your hips had stilled against his, except for a few sporadic, uncontrollable twitches – that made him see white – as you came down from your high.

“Baby,” he groaned, struggling to hold himself back any longer when your walls continued to squeeze around his length, the feeling so blissful—and so dangerous—he came faster than he would have liked or expected.

Loud groans left his mouth as he thrust into you hard and fast one more time, the sound of your ecstatic whimpers only urging him on. Bottoming out with his final thrust, he emptied himself into the condom with an unintelligible sound, comprised of your name and how good you made him feel.

He was breathless and had to use one of his hands to lean against the wall, so he wouldn’t topple over you or knock you both off the bed – it’d happened before; he was not proud of it – as he tried to return to reality.

You were still recovering, a strange—but not unwelcome—buzzing in your ears from your high. You watched Yunhyeong curse as he thrust into you leisurely a few more times before finally pulling out and letting go of you, albeit very reluctantly.

The two of you stayed still for a second, your bodies still just as close, even if he wasn’t inside of you anymore. And yet even through you were breathing the exact same rhythm, even though your eyes could not look away from each other, cherishing in the afterglow, neither one of you could bring yourselves to kiss the other. Even though you wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

Traces of anxiety were slowly making its’ way to both of your faces. Or, rather, now that you weren’t too focused on something else, you were able to realise that this anxiety had been there from the moment Yunhyeong said those words; you just didn’t want to think about what it meant at the time.

Now, bringing his tongue over his lips, Yunhyeong pulled away from your body first – so he could discard of the condom. When he sat back down on his bed, he no longer lifted his eyes to look at you.

The confession hung heavy in the air as your breathing slowed. He wasn’t sure if he was more scared of you bringing it up, or not bringing it up.

Finally, you exhaled and leaned over the edge of the bed to reach for his discarded duvet. You wrapped it around yourself – not because you were chilly or uncomfortable, but simply because this worked as a sort of shield for when you finally said, “w-we should probably talk about—”

Yunhyeong inhaled so sharply, your sentence faded off in surprise. He got up to put his boxers back on and, taking advantage of the fact that he had his back to you, he replied quietly, “I don’t know what else to add to that.”

Your first – natural, fighting for survival – course of action was an attempt to make light of the situation.

“Was it a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing?” you asked, chuckling nervously. The chuckle was supposed to make this seem even less like a big deal, yet it became the reason why it was suddenly painful for Yunhyeong to turn around and face you again.

“No, I… uh,” he spoke hesitantly. There was really no way back now. “I meant it.”

Your thoughts – usually so long, complicated, and sometimes even difficult to understand – suddenly swarmed in your head in the form of three-word sentences: he meant it. He loved you. That was fine.

Progressing even further, the three-word sentences turned into questions, as your eyes frantically scanned the cheap linoleum flooring in his dorm room: what to say? How to—even—speak?

“Why, um—” you started, clearing your throat when your voice came out unexpectedly groggy. “Why don’t you want to talk about it, then?”

Sighing, Yunhyeong sat down on the bed next to you. “Because I know I ruined everything.”

He hadn’t realised it before – probably because he could always see clearer when you were with him – but it was actually surprisingly dim in his room. He’d closed the curtains after you came over, hiding you two from the afternoon sun and the campus outside. But it had gotten significantly darker now.

He was grateful for that. His face felt too warm and there was only so much of this warmth that he could blame on your previous activity – clearly, he had never been embarrassed after having sex with you, so this wouldn’t work here.

“You… didn’t ruin anything,” you said finally, but a full minute had passed before you spoke and Yunhyeong had already convinced himself that he was right. He’d inserted the finishing nails into the coffin of your friendship.

“I know we’d only agreed on sex, but I—you… well, this happened,” he continued, not sure why his words sounded like an excuse – and a very poor one, at that. He tried again, “I’m—”

The door of his room suddenly opened – so quickly, it nearly got thrown off the hinges – and both of you jumped in surprise.

“Thank fuck you’re home,” Yunhyeong’s roommate was saying – he was drenched; it was probably raining outside – as he tossed his head back to throw the hood of his sweatshirt off his head. When he lowered his face, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you two. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

The boy didn’t give Yunhyeong a single second to come up with an excuse. He backed out of the room as quickly as he came in—barged in, really; even if this was, technically his room, too—closing the door behind him.

Yunhyeong hid his face behind his hands, standing up. “Well, fuck.”

The look on his roommate’s face as he backed out of the room – the relief to be home immediately replaced by downright terror – and Yunhyeong’s distressed reaction had you biting your lip to resist laughing, even despite the tension from the conversation you’d been having before you got interrupted.

“It’s okay!” you called out, hoping his roommate was close enough to the door to hear it. You doubted it, though. So, tossing the duvet off, you reached for your hoodie and told Yunhyeong, “I’m leaving.”

That sounded awfully final to him. In the ten seconds that it took for you to pull your hoodie over your head, Yunhyeong swore his heart almost stopped five times.

“Y-you are?” he asked, eager to see the look on your face. When your eyes finally met his again, there was nothing out of the ordinary in them – if anything, you seemed calmer now that you were no longer talking about what he’d said.

“Yeah,” you replied, standing up, and fishing your panties out from behind his office chair.

“But it’s raining,” Yunhyeong said lamely, shuffling on his feet as he watched you dress up and found the sight – much to his own confusion – just as tempting as when you were taking your clothes off.

“That’s fine,” you replied, looking for your jeans. Yunhyeong spotted them first, on the floor next to where he was standing, and tossed them to you. “Thanks. I have to get home anyway.”

He tried to remember – struggling, for some reason; despite always claiming that he never forgot a single moment from the days you’d spent together – if you always left in such a hurry, or if today was an exception.

“W-well,” he started, hoping that it would sound less desperate out loud than it did in his head, “can I call you later?”

You gave him an incredulous look as you pulled your jeans up your thighs. “Of course. We have plans for Saturday, remember?”

He did remember. In fact, it was the reason why he was so beside himself with anxiety right now – worried that your future plans were already canceled months into advance.

“We’re still on?” he asked. The fact that he sounded surprised squeezed your heart painfully.

You were glad not to speak of what had happened anymore. In just a few seconds, you had managed to convince yourself that you’d be able to move on from this like it was just a minor misunderstanding. But that was obviously just wishful thinking, brought on by a convenient distraction – Yunhyeong’s roommate, who was likely still waiting outside in the hall.

Regardless, there was nothing else you could say. You needed to clear your head or, actually, do the exact opposite of that and get mind-numbingly drunk.

“Of course we are,” you told Yunhyeong in a light voice – or, what you hoped to be, a light voice.

Wishful thinking or not, you and Yunhyeong had been friends since you started college two and a half years ago. You’d been sleeping together for less, but that wasn’t supposed to bring an end to the friendship part of this arrangement. It couldn’t.

So, you pressed a kiss to his cheek – like you always did – and stepped into your sneakers, leaning down to pull them over your heels.

Yunhyeong watched you smile at him one more time before you left his room – apologizing to his still horrified roommate as you went – and he was glad you didn’t bolt at the first given opportunity, but he still felt uneasy. What happened now? What would he have to do the next time he saw you?

And yet, despite all these questions swimming in his head, Yunhyeong focused on the fact that he would see you again tomorrow. He would see you, and talk to you, and even touch you -- even if it was in passing, when you said hello or when he bought you coffee and handed you the paper cup.

He would see you again, and all the rest didn’t matter much because he loved you, and he considered himself capable of keeping that love in check – or suffocating it altogether if that’s what you would have preferred – so long as he still got to be with you.

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imagineurfavs · 3 years ago

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would love to hear your thoughts on sub/dom in iKon 🥺 love your blog!!!

(pls try and ignore the fact this took months to post lol I'm awful)

okay sooooo

Dom: Jinhwan - Yunhyeong

Dom leaning/dom tendancies: Junhoe

Switch: Hanbin

Sub leaning/sub tendancies: Donghyuk

Not really into power play: Bobby - Chanwoo

Now, as much as I usually think people saying short guys are all dominant bc they have a complex is bs,,,I do lowkey think that's the case for Jinhwan. He's just got a little bit of a chip on his shoulder about his height; he hates people putting him in a certain box and thinking he has to act a certain way just bc he's a lil bit on the shorter side. So he very much takes every opportunity in the bedroom to be the one setting the rules, and my god he expects them to be followed.

Has a bit of a penchant for breath play lol, he loves hearing you moan his name as your voice gets thinner and thinner, smirking as you gasp for air when he lets go. The teeny tiniest hint of sadism; nothing too extreme and he'll always follow up with after care, he just likes to see you squirm a lil bit lol

Yunhyeong is a fairly soft dom, he really doesn't care about inflicting pain or giving punishments, for him it's all about control. He likes to be the one to set the pace, the position, everything like that. He wouldnt ever straight up tell you what to do, he'd politely ask lol. He won't punish you if you don't do what he says, but instead reward you immensely if you do. He wants you to do what he says because you want him to, not because you're being told to, if you get me lmao.

Due to his love of control, he's big into edging and orgasm control; he'll keep pushing you further until you physically cannot hold it anymore, saying stuff like "come on baby, I know you can hold on for me a little bit longer" while he just stills inside you like "I can feel you getting closer, just...wait until I say" even if you're literally begging him to let you finish, he'll wait until you settle to finally make you cum djdjdj

I wouldnt say Junhoe is a total Dom through and through, but he does have his moments. I was gonna put him as someone who doesn't really care for power play; bc most times any kind of set roles are the last thing on his mind when really, he just wants to get his dick in you. But when they do come out, his dom tendancies are strong, so I had to put him where I did lol. And even then it's not that hes deliberately dominant, moreso that he enjoys using his strength to his advantage.

Pinning you down so you can't escape his grasp as he feasts on your core, only holding you stronger the more you squirm, or taking a fistfull of your hair as he pounds into you from behind.

He sees himself as a true alpha in these moments lol. He gets off on feeling strong and powerful, not necessarily dominant lol.

I put Hanbin as a switch because he seems pretty experimental lol, to me at least. It's not that he's definitely one or the other, but he wants to fully experience everything he can lol. It's much more common for him to be a lil more on the submissive side though, I feel like he enjoys being taken care of. He really loves having his body worshipped, it makes him so shy and bashful but like,,,he can't get enough of feeling so adored.

He'll try being more dominant every now and then but, it's something that'll take a bit of practice. He's a visual learner lol, so you'll have to show him what you want done to you, by doing the exact same thing to him. He'll experiment with anything and everything with you.

I feel like Donghyuk is someone who appreciates a strong, assertive partner, both in and out of the bedroom. So it's not necessarily that he's fully submissive, he just likes submitting to you if that makes sense. So it's like, it's not something he'll really explore of his own accord, but if you ever wanna dom him, he'll be 100% down lol. He just really loves being at your mercy. With enough assurance that it's all just for fun and with a safeword in place, hes okay with a lot of stuff.

Loves being marked, feeling like he's low-key owned; like he fully belongs to you. Scratch down his back and give him hickeys on his thighs and he'll never stop looking at them lol.

Sex is something very fun and free for Bobby. Any kind of power dynamics make things feel way too restricted for his tastes. And the last thing he wants is more rules to follow lol. He respects whatever anyone is into, but it's just not for him. I feel like he'd maybe have dabbled a couple times, just to try things out, but it's almost feel like he's playing a character which isn't something he wants to do in the bedroom lol.

He'd probably feel like being dominant is a little more fun for him, but it's not something he'd really go for unless he really felt like he wanted to do something so utterly different. But for the most part, sex is very much a carefree experience for Bobby, as long as you're both getting off and smiling whilst you do it, he doesn't really care about anything else.

I also put Chanwoo as someone who's not really fussed with anything like this, purely bc I think he has an extra lazy approach to sex lol. It's very much a physical thing for him; his brain just kinda checks out the entire time, hes only concerned with one thing, and that's getting you both off.

However, I feel like if his partner was reeeeally after some kinda dynamic like that, he might be open to trying it, but it's not something that ever crosses his mind really. He has absolutely no idea what to do in that regard like, it would almost feel like acting to him, like he's playing a character. He just can't get in the right mindset for it. He's a man of simple tastes; just let him nut, without having to think too much.

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pawkhyun · 4 years ago

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iKON reacts to:

Their S/Os drunkenly asking for sex while at the club

Warnings: nsfw, mentions of car sex, drunk sex, alcohol

a/n: this is my first time making an idol reacts to!! the drabbles are gender neutral ^-^ definitely not sugarcoating any of these for the sake of accuracy so they might be a bit plain, but hopefully good insights of the scenarios. this piece is different from most traditional idol reacts to pieces !! also it's actually more fluffy than nsfw because the ikons are sweethearts <3 enjoy!

Jinhwan

at the first mention of the idea, you were instantly turned down. although he won't admit it, he found your idea hot. it's only because he's still sober that he hasn't started kissing you desperately. his morals are shed like snakeskin when he's drunk, however, and it won't take much convincing for him to pounce on you, absolutely turned on by the idea of drunk sex. he's much less uptight about his morals when alcohol courses through his veins, and when he sobers up the morning after, it won't bother him too much. you're his partner, after all.

Bobby

even the mere idea of fucking you while you're drunk off your ass scares jiwon away. he's not ever going to find it hot if you can't even give him a clear word of consent. he respects you more than anything, and he knows it's better to be safe than sorry, especially when it could just be the alcohol talking. he would heavily insist that the both of you stop drinking and come home, where he'd more than happily watch you sleep silently. he won't put his hands anywhere it isn't supposed to be tonight, but he'd probably fuck you the morning afterwards anyways, so long as you allow it.

Yunhyeong

try all you might, there's no way this ray of sunshine would ever even think about disgracing someone as precious as you. he would coo at you instead, making you forget you're even in heat by whispering to you sweet, fluffy nothings. he hums as he tucks your hair behind your ear, suggesting the two of you go home. he had already made sure he didn't drink nearly enough to even be tipsy, instead letting you have your fun while he stays sober to drive you home. he bakes you your favourite cookies before the two of you head to bed in each other's arms.

Hanbin

he'd be caught off guard, flustered, wide-eyed and blushing at the sudden request. but even if he was just as wasted as you, there's no getting around this boy unless he gets a sober yes from you. any attempts to tease could very well result in a pitched tent, but he definitely won't do it unless you were fully aware of what you would be doing. sure, he'd probably get you home and carry you to bed, but he'll just tuck you in, kiss your forehead and tell you to sleep it off.

Donghyuk

his eyes widen as he hears the obscene request fall out of your mouth. at first, he almost thinks it's a joke, but then you stagger and nearly topple over one of the high stools. immediately, he goes beside you, supporting most of your weight to help you stabilize yourself. you repeat your request, thinking he may not have heard it, but this time he smiles gently and shakes his head, telling you he could never do that while you were drunk, and that he supposes it's about time to go home. he pulls a blanket out of the car trunk and lets you sleep in the car on the way home. he had lulled you to sleep with a song while he drove, and you eventually forgot you even thought of fucking while drunk. donghyuk's presence was soothing enough to leave you satisfied, anyways, so no complaints there.

Junhoe

junhoe gives you a weird look after the lewd suggestion, then laughs it off, giving you a pat on your head. he'd be already a bit drunk, too, but morals will still reign over him. besides, he doesn't like having sex while drunk, he thinks making love should be special, and most definitely not sloppy. with the both of you drunk, most of your teasing would probably go unnoticed, as junhoe strives to focus on keeping himself standing upright. one of the members will probably drive the both of you home soon, where you will soon forget about your horniness and pass out with junhoe on your bed, with shoes, makeup, party clothes and all.

Chanwoo

when you had first said it, he had asked you to repeat yourself, not believing what he had just heard. when he heard it for the second time in a row, he panics and looks around, making sure no one had noticed you screaming over the club's music asking for drunken car sex. chanwoo carefully pulls you outside. he sighs, reminding you not to say such things out loud, especially on the dance floor. he kneels down, tying your shoelaces while giving his little sermon. at this point, all you could really do is pout. he gives you a look before holding out his hand for you, escorting you to the car, then buckling you into the front passenger seat. he gives you a quick peck on the cheek as he buckles himself up onto the driver's seat. the night ends with you all snuggled up in bed next to chanwoo, blissfully unaware that he had even rejected your offer for drunken car sex. talk about smooth.

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 5 years ago

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iKon “You kiss their neck”

A/N: I haven’t written for iKon in a minute so this might be rusty. Also not really nsfw but still under the read more

B.I/Hanbin:

Hanbin couldn’t help but have his cheeks turn pink as you kissed his neck from behind. Your arms coming around him as he tried working. He had invited you over to the studio to hang out. But he had only been working the whole time. You wanted his attention. He hands grabbed your own, pulling you against his back tighter as you nipped at the sensitive skin on his neck. “Can I have some attention baby?” You asked and he smiled before turning his desk chair around and pulling you into his lap gently.

“You can have all of my attention.”

Bobby/Jiwon

He was visually pissed off, crossing his arms and silently brooding in the background of the practice room. Bobby wasn’t mad at you, no something else was bothering him and you could tell. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping he’d loosen up a little. Moving your lips to his neck and nipping at the skin. “What are you doing baby?” He asked with a sigh and leaned into your touch. “Trying to cheer you up.” You mumbled and he smiled at you. His arms wrapping around you. “How about we go home and you can work out some frustrations?” You whispered in his ear, placing a soft underneath it.

“Sounds like a great idea.”

Jinhwan:

Jinhwan’s hand rested on your leg as you two sat on the bar stools. You held your wine glass between your fingers. You two were at a bar, both enjoying some nices glasses of wine but the mood was so different. You weren’t drunk, neither was he but you were feeling frisky. Leaning over, you placed your lips on his neck. Nipping and licking the skin subtley, making him bite his lip in reaction. “Can we go home, baby?” You asked, a small pout playing on your lips as you looked at him.

“Let’s go.”

Yunhyeong:

Your lips were soft and light against his neck, you were trying to wake him up. Little did you know he was already awake, just enjoying the attention. You bit down lightly on his sensitive skin, smiling to yourself in pride as you started seeing small marks blossoming. You went back in, sucking a little harder and Yunhyeong moaned, not expecting it. “I knew it, I knew you were awake.” You said and pulled away. He sat up straight looking at you with a pout.

“Don’t stop now though.”

Junhoe:

(that’s one kissable neck right there amirite)

His voice rang through the dressing room. It was about an hour before they went on stage for their concert and you just watching him sing, warming up his throat. You couldn’t help but notice the way his neck tensed up. He was sat next to you on the couch and you draped yourself over him, making him cock an eyebrow at you. Moving your face to his neck, you kissed it lightly, not wanting to go too 19+ infront of all the members and managers. “Take care of your throat, dear.” You mumbled against his skin and his cheeks turned pink.

“How about you take care of me later.”

Donghyuk:

(I love him sm happy late birthday bb)

You two were messing around in the practice room, he was just dancing and you were just goofing off around him. Causing him to constantly break focus, not that it made him mad. No it made him way happier. It was good to have days like this. Until you wrapped your arms around him from behind and looked at him through the mirror. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer, only for you to start kissing his neck. You felt him chuckle and pull you in even closer, wanting to feel more.

“I really like days like these.”

Chanwoo:

You could tell by the way Chanwoo was rumbling on to his mic that he was calling with his friend as they played games. You loved flustering him in these moments. He felt your hands move over his shoulders and he gripped his keyboard a little tighter. Your lips moved to his neck and his breath hitched and jaw clenched. “Stop it.” He whispered and you smiled against his skin. “No not you.” He corrected into his mic. You nipped down on his skin harder and he let go of his keyboard and mouse.

“Yeah I’m gonna have to call you back.”

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coffee-and-kpop · 5 years ago

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Can I please request a sex analysis for Yunhyeong written by admin🍑? Thank you💕

Here ya go bby! Sorry for the wait!! Hope you like my Sex Analysis for Yunhyeong:

This sweet boy omg. He low-key gives me sub vibes, or at least a switch with maybe a sub preference?? And when he does dom, he’s a little awkward and unsure of himself which honestly is so damn cute. He’s just pretty inexperienced and needs lots of encouraging and stuff but ugh he’s so so sweet he’s the type that asks “was that alright?” literally every time after you guys have sex.

Speaking of encouragement, Yunhyeong def has a praise kink, both giving and recieving. Sex between you two is really caring and loving, and he definitely wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself, and telling you how much he’s enjoying himself.

His favorite position is cowgirl, mainly because like I said he likes you to be in control. BUUUT he’s always gonna make sure to make you feel good, and somehow this boy knows how the fuck to use his tongue so any time he’s between your legs you’re gonna be cumming over and over again.

Overall, he’s just such a freaking sweetHEart i’m sorry I keep saying it I just think sex with him would be so cute and like he’d give you lots of cute nose kisses and THE CUDDLES AND SNUGGLES AFTER DUDE OMFG also I feel like he’s DEF one for sleepy morning sex okay bye.

xoxo

kenna

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kz-i-co · 5 years ago

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Summer Camp: Part III

» Summary: Song tries to drag you out once again but things don't go as planned.

» Pairing: Song Yunhyeong x Reader

» Genre: fluff

» Words: 3.2k

» Part 1 | Part 2

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You pinched the tarantula cage as you marched to the boys cabin. You made sure to get up extra early so you could give Yunhyeong a piece of your mind.

You entered the boys cabin with anger noticing all the boys still fast asleep. Once you opened Yunhyeong's room he was just putting on his shirt.

"Hey." He said with a smile until he saw what you were holding. "Oh right. I'm sorry about that."

"What the fuck." You whispered but the anger was still in your voice.

"It wasn't my idea.......It's in a cage, they wanted to let it out, but Mrs. Nu wouldn't be happy about that."

"So they stole from the science lab. Now you're training criminals." You rolled your eyes.

He took the cage off your hands looking at you with guilt. "I'll talk to them."

Your expression didn't change. "I'll make it up to you I promise." He walked past you into the boys cabin. He blew the whistle startling all the boys awake.

"LISTEN UP! I know you guys have had fun pranking the girls but unfortunately it needs to end." The boys groaned. "The pranks have gotten too out of hand and the owner is not happy. So just enjoy the rest of your summer and maybe instead of teasing the girls, start making friends with them because they're pretty cool once you get to know them."

"Also the last one ready is going to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave for the rest of the day." Then he left with no response and you followed him awkwardly.

"Yunhyeong What the hell." You said.

"What?"

"My slave? Really?"

"It's funny. I hope it's Youngjun."

"What's with you and that kid?"

"His mom is friends with my mom. I used to babysit the twerp." He laughed. "But anyway....you want to do something later? It's movie night."

"I don't know." You we're unsure. "We will still be on duty."

"Nah. The movie grabs everyone's attention."

"We'll see."

The boys came running out and Youngjun was the first. "Youngjun can you grab my clip board I forgot it." Yunhyeong asked. He ran back inside and came running out a second later. "Oh Youngjun! You're last that means you have to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave."

"But you asked me to go inside." He whined.

"You could of been a little faster." He smirked.

"Yunhyeong stop." You said as your girls came out.

"Don't worry, she's a softy. She'll go easy on you." He laughed but the poor boy kept whining.

"Hey." He leaned over to talk to Youngjun more quietly, so you couldn't hear what he was saying. The boy grew a smile and ran off to the rest of the boys.

"What did you tell him?" You glared.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"Alright So you guys are with Mrs. Nu first and please give this back to her." He handed one of the boys the tarantula cage, showing no sigh of fear what's so ever.

....

As you walked the path to the main camp sight, you and Yunhyeong walked a close distance behind the kids. Your sight was all around, looking at the tall trees and the different sight of birds flying from tree to tree, just basically minding your own business until you felt Yunhyeong's hand interlock with yours. You arched your eye brows from the sudden gesture and noticed his eyes on the ground. You couldn't help but blush. He came off so cocky that you couldn't believe it was the same person. He was like a little boy with a crush, being all shy and timid, causing you to bite your lip to prevent from laughing.

"Yunhyeong?" You heard a familiar voice and he dropped your hand quickly.

"Yes ma'am." You saw his mother waiting at the end of the path. "Mrs. Nu will take over from here, I need to see you and Ms (Y/N)."

He nodded and you both followed her. She was intimidating as the boss but was sweet off the job. You figured she wanted to talk about the prank wars but hopefully she'll go soft.

"Sit down." She said once you and Yunhyeong were in her office. She tapped her finger nails across the desk.

"Can I just say it was my idea." Yunhyeong started.

"I'm not mad about the pranks." She started. "Though I better not hear from another staff finding some booby trapped toilet."

"I told the kids to stop." He spoke but the silence in the air was still intimidating.

"Ma'am are we in trouble?" You asked as the curiosity was killing you.

She stopped tapping and interlocked her hands ready to talk. "Jensen saw you two enter the storage room, soak and wet last night."

You took a deep breath trying not to panic.

"What were you two doing in there?" She said stern yet puzzled. "And at a quarter to midnight?"

"We were washing our clothes." He said but his mothers hard expression didn't soften. "We went swimming."

"At midnight?"

"I was dying to go in all day."

"Then go during your break. You have an hour." She said and then looked at you being quiet. "Why drag poor (Y/N) into your mess?"

"I didn't want to go alone." He shrugged.

She sighed leaning back into her chair. "Please no more sneaking around. After hours especially. If something happens to a child in your cabin and you're not there-"

"What's going to happen?" He said cutting her off.

"You never know." She said. "It's just safety precautions."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out with (Y/N). It's been how long since we've seen each other?"

"I told you Yunhyeong, after 6 you and (Y/N) can go do whatever. Just ask permission first." She started. "I can send you on tank duty every once in a while. Give you some fresh air."

You had no idea what tank duty was but you were intrigued.

"Alright dismissed. No more scaring my night guard." She smiled.

You and Yunhyeong left feeling nervous. "What's tank duty?" You couldn't help but ask.

"We take all the canisters and fill them with gasoline for the golf karts and such."

"I'm sorry I got us in trouble. I didn't know we would get caught." He spoke up.

"It's fine I guess." You smiled. "We just need to be more careful next time."

He smiled at your answer and continued going back to the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Let's see if you guys can handle the zombie outbreak course. Muhahah." Yunhyeong said taking the kids to the level 5 obstacle course. You remembered this course when you were younger but you could tell they expanded it and made it more challenging. The theme was ghost busters back then but now zombies were the big thing.

"It was my idea to make it zombies." Yunhyeong could read your unamused expression.

"Of course." You smiled sarcastically. "Where did you buy those cut outs?"

"Different Halloween stores." He said going over to the stereo that was hooked up. As soon as he turned it on a bunch of typical zombie growls started up causing the kids to laugh.

"I'll let you guys try it out once and then we'll do ninja warrior style and see who's the fastest." You hated to say it but Yunhyeong was good at his job. He knew how to entertain kids no doubt. Without him here you would of just told the kids to have fun and be done with it, but he knew what kids liked and knew how to have fun.

You waved your hand in front of your face as the sun was glaring down on the both of you. It was the beginning of July and and one of the most hottest days yet of this summer.

"Over here." He stepped back a few steps to guide you to the shade. "It's not much but at least you won't have to worry about sun burn."

"Yeah. How do you deal with standing in this heat for hours."

"I'm used to it I guess." Then he blew his whistle. "Youngjun......water!"

Youngjun ran over to the cooler and pulled out a water bottle and ran over to you. He got down on his knees and held up the water. "For you, your highness." He spoke causing everyone to laugh.

"Thank you." You took the bottle and smacked Yunhyeong.

"What, he's your slave."

"I feel weird. Make him stop."

"Alright. Youngjun!" The poor kid pulled out a water and brought another one over for Yunhyeong. "Thanks buddy." He high fived him.

"You're gonna get us in trouble again." You mumbled.

"No worries." He smiled not giving you any detail.

"Okay you guys ready for the competition. Winner gets $10 for any junk food you want." Yunhyeong made his way over to the other side of the obstacle course. He had his stop watch and clipboard in hand ready for the competition to start. "We'll have one girl winner and one boy winner. Fair?"

The kids agreed in unison. "Ready.....go!"

You just stayed in your shade watching the competition. "Hey hun, how's it goin?" Esther greeted you.

"Good." You smiled.

"Is Yunhyeong being nice to you?" She asked.

"Yes. More importantly, is he being nice to the kids?" You laughed and she cracked a smiled.

"He's only teasing. Just like his father."

"For you, your majesty." Youngjun gave you your clipboard. "You must have dropped it." Then he ran back over to the rest of the kids.

"He's joking." You laughed nervously from Esthers expression. "I'm gonna use the bathroom." You walked off awkwardly and made your way into the bathroom. You took a piece of paper towel and soaked it in cold water wiping off your excess sweat.

As you grabbed your clipboard, ready to head out again, you noticed a folded piece of paper poking out. You took it out and opened it, fold by fold.

Meet me at Ravens bridge, tonight at 7:00pm.

You blushed reading the note. That was when everyone would be occupied by the movie showing. You were still nervous though. What if someone notices you were gone?

You took a deep breath and left the girls bathroom, heading into a water gun fight.

You were only in there for five minutes.

"There she is!" You heard the kids shouting and sprinted towards you.

"No no no. Stay back!" You ran off but the kids were already squirting you. "It's cold!" You screamed.

You saw Yunhyeong laughing as he was watching the whole thing. You managed to get away and grabbed the hose. You ran up to Yunhyeong and sprayed him in the face. He tried grab the hose from you causing the water to shower over both of you. You could tell the ground was getting all mushy and muddy causing you to slip. He laughed distracting himself, giving you the opening to take back the hose spraying him more. He turned away taking off as the kids followed your lead.

"Get him." They shouted.

"It's time to take the kids to- oh my goodness." The boss shook her head. "It's my fault for hiring a kid to look after kids." She smiled to Esther.

She blew her whistle causing the commotion to stop and you ran over to the side of the building turning off the hose. "Everyone having fun?"

The kids were all quiet.

"Alright. Showers and then cafeteria for dinner.....you two clean up first." She spoke before taking the kids.

You went around grabbing all the water guns and placing them in the cart as he picked up pieces of the obstacle course. The course was all muddy now from all the water.

You wheeled the equipment back into the storage unit. It was where you and Yunhyeong shared a moment last night. The memory just gave you a shiver up your spine.

You heard Yunhyeong sigh then lean against the washing machine.

"Your mom seems pretty mad, you don't think she'll fire us do you?"

"Nah, my mom loves you." He smiled.

"I'm not convinced." You shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. You did nothing wrong." He laughed.

"So about tonight?" He started. "Can I count on you?"

"I don't know." Your tone was conflicted. "We already got busted for last night."

"It won't be after midnight though the movie starts at 6:30. No one will know we're gone."

You pursed your lips. "Okay." You looked down hiding your smile. "You're not gonna murder me are you?"

He arched his eyebrows at your question. "The middle of the woods on the death bridge." You clarified. "It's seems pretty sketchy."

"I told you that bridge is perfectly safe, plus it's our spot."

"Our spot?" You laughed.

"Yeah. Don't you remember? I'm pretty sure I proposed to you on that bridge."

"First of all, we were 9 and second, you pushed me and made me cry and gave me a flower out of guilt."

"But I got down on one knee."

"To tie your shoe."

"Yes technically but I meant it for you." He said causing you to laugh.

"You're such an idiot."

You laughed and looked down remembering you both were covered in mud. "We better go shower."

"Nah, it's a good look for you." He started walking towards the door.

You rolled your eyes and followed him outside.

....

Time was ticking, making you more nervous. It was already 6:15 and the kids were gathering their dinner, getting ready for the movie. How were you gonna sneak away?

"Oh (Y/N) can you fill all the napkin dispensers?"

"Of course." You got up and checked the time. It was 6:25. You went around to each table like you were told as you search around the room for Yunhyeong. He was nowhere in site. Where was he?

"Looking for Song?" You looked behind you startled and saw Jae smiling as he pushed his glasses up in place. "The boss put him on film duty."

"Film duty?" You asked.

"He has to watch the reel in the booth."

"Oh really?" You said trying not to sound disappointed.

"We usually all take turns. It's easy."

"Sucks too be him." You laughed nervously.

Does that mean the meet up is cancelled?

As the movie started you sat bored, chipping the polish off your fingernails. The film was one you watched a million times. Time was ticking once again as you noticed it was only five minutes to 7. What if he got out of it and was already on his way to meet you? You didn't want to stand him up but on the other hand show up being all alone in the woods. You got slowly and looked at the other counselors as you caught their attention.

"Bathroom." You smiled nervously and made your way down the hall. You were about to leave out the door until you saw the door to the projector room.

You entered slowly and saw a grouchy Yunhyeong clicking through his phone. "How dare you stand me up?" You teased.

He sat up staring at you surprised. "I'm sorry (Y/N), my mom is being unbelievable. She caught me trying to sneak out."

"That's ashamed." You said pulling up a chair. "So what were you gonna show me exactly?"

"I had a huge crush on you back when we were 10 and I carved our names in a tree." He blushed. "It's stupid but I just wanted to explain why I was an asshole to you." You couldn't help but giggle.

The movie reached its main menu causing him to get up and activate the laptop. You got up following him seeing a bunch of camp photos placed on the wall.

"I noticed that when I got in here." He laughed and you noticed a photo of the both of you during your crazy paint balloon fight.

"You look the same." You laughed.

"You look the same." He fought back that you couldn't help but blush at his cute pout.

"So about this tree, when can we see it?"

"Are you suggesting we sneak out again?" He smirked by the look of your pleading expression.

"Maybe." You shrugged. "But for now what should we do?" You leaned against the counter.

You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer since he was getting the message and brought your lips to his. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back and he had you sitting back making himself comfortable as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"You don't think anyone will come in here do you?"

"I hope not." He said already out of breath and returned kissing deeply.

You ran your fingers through the back of his hair as the kiss turned more desperate. He held his hand along your neck for support as he towered over you.

He moved his hips along with yours causing more friction. You couldn't help but moan causing him to pull away and begin down your neck. Your stomach immediately erupted with butterflies. His hand dragged down your side until it laid nicely on your hip. He played with the hem of your shirt, tugging on the material.

The muffled laughter coming from the other room pulled you back to reality. You completely forgot where you even were.

"I think we should call it a night." You began causing him to pull away. "I don't want either of us to get into trouble."

He nodded respectfully and kissed your lips one last time slowly. "I feel like my mom already suspects something." He laughed softly. "She's pretty smart."

"I better get back out there." You began walking but before you could open the door, it opened revealing his mother.

"Oh (Y/N), How are you?"

"Good, I was just-"

"It's okay sweetie, I know you two are friends." She said politely, causing you to be more nervous then before. She definitely knew.

"Yunhyeong when the movie hits 45, we're gonna let the kids have a bathroom break."

"Okay."

"Oh (Y/N)..." You followed her out of the room. "The counselors are handing out water, do you mind helping."

"Of course not."

....

The kids were yawning left and right as you walked them back towards your cabin.

"Sorry about our plan turning to shit." Yunhyeong spoke to you causing some of the kids to turn their heads. "You're 13, I'm sure you've heard that word before.....except Youngjun who is only 10, my apologies."

You couldn't help but giggle as the teasing never got old. "That's okay. You still got another 5 weeks to show me."

"Show you what?" Your conversation became the kids conversation as well.

"The dead body I found in the woods." Yunhyeong spoke before you could.

"Don't tell them that. You'll give them nightmares." You pushed him gently.

"Okay, brush teeth and get to bed." You spoke as you got to your cabin and the kids followed through.

"Maybe not tonight but I'll find a way."

"I'm sure you will." You arched your eyebrows ready to head into your cabin.

"Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Night."

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domjiwon · 5 years ago

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Okay but gripping yunhyeong’s perm while he eats you out

You’re lying face up on the bed, legs spread open to give room to Yunhyeong’s head and his blessed tongue. He’s fucking you with it while his thumb draws circles on your clit.

“Fuck, Yun. That’s so good.”

Yunhyeong tries to say something back but his mouth is full of you.

You grab his hair, grip tight and feeling the curls wrapping your fingers. “Don’t stop.”

He takes a second to answer, “Not gonna.” And goes back to eating you out.

His tongue is playing with your clit, now his fingers hitting that spot inside you that increases every sensation ten times more.

He goes faster, you moan louder. “Fuck, Yun. I’m gonna cum.”

Yunhyeong hums with your clit in his mouth, the vibration sending you over the edge. You pull on his hair as you climax, thrusting against his mouth and seeing stars.

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prettyprivebaek · 6 years ago

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iKON React

Anon: “ Ikon reaction when they reject s/o bc they are not in the mood so he/she just take a vibrator and do it on their own next to the member “

A/N: Requested by anon. NSFW, Gender neutral. Gifs are not mine, all credit to owners.

Jay/Jinhwan:

Jinhwan would throw a fit when he heard the vibrator flick on. He’d pout and moan about how apparently he’s not good enough, and in the end you’d have to kiss him to shut him up. He’s satisfied after that, and would sit back and start giving you instructions on how to get yourself off. He’d enjoy seeing you needy and compliant, and would start touching himself as well. He wouldn’t touch you, but might indulge himself and ask that you touch him and help get him off.

Song/Yunhyeong:

Once he realized what you were doing, Yunhyeong would grab your wrist, stopping you. He’d scold you for not listening and tell you that since you were naughty, you have to be punished, and your punishment is not being allowed to touch yourself until he says you can. He’d then roll over and go to sleep, completely ignoring you. You were good this time, and didn’t touch yourself, and he showed how pleased he was by fucking you until you saw stars.

Bobby/Jiwon:

(this the best fucking bobby gif you can’t change my mind)

Bobby would indulge you and allow you to get yourself off, but he wouldn’t touch you. He’d watch you, gaze moving approvingly over your body as you touched yourself. Occasionally, he’d comment about how good you look and how much he’d love to touch you, go down on you, fuck you, but for the most part he stays quiet and watches silently. He likes to see you enjoying yourself so thoroughly, but when he’s not in the mood, he’s not going to get into the mood very easily.

B.I/Hanbin:

Hanbin would stay quiet and still for as long as he could. He won’t admit to it, but he likes the almost degrading factor of having you ignore his rejection and masturbate next to him. Once you’d finished, Hanbin would turn around and ask beg you to touch him. He’d promise that he would make you feel good, and insist that he could make you feel better than a vibrator. In the end, you got what you wanted, and Hanbin got to discover that he really likes hearing you getting off next to him.

DK/Donghyuk:

Donghyuk would wait patiently for you to be done, then roll over and grab your hands, pinning them above your head. “Didn’t I make myself clear, baby?” He’d ask, smirking. He’d set out to make sure that you understood you were being punished, most likely by going down on you and overstimulating you until you were begging him to stop. He loves seeing you squirming underneath him and likes any excuse to see you enjoying yourself, and so he doesn’t particularly mind you taking matters into your own hands.

Ju-ne/Junhoe:

Junhoe wouldn’t know how to react at first. He’s supposed to be the bratty tease here, not you. But once he realized what you were doing, he’d turn over and grab your wrist, stopping you from enjoying yourself. “Isn’t that my job, gorgeous?” He’d ask, leaning over to kiss you. He’d be a little upset that you disregarded his wishes to not be involved, but given the encouragement, he’d be happy to help you out and make you feel good.

Chan/Chanwoo:

(a handsome boy)

Chanwoo would be too shy to do anything about it. He’d sit there in silence, getting steadily more turned on as he heard you moaning. After you finished, he’d turn and press against you, whining in your ear and begging you to touch him, saying how much he needed you. Your little plan didn’t end up with him touching you, but it did end up with Chanwoo making the prettiest little sounds as he ground against your ass.He doesn’t like to be so needy, but you sounded so good when getting yourself off that he couldn’t help it.

#ikon scenario #ikon reaction #ikon smut #jinhwan smut #yunhyeong smut #bobby smut #hanbin smut #donghyuk smut #junhoe smut #chanwoo smut #mod June

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ikonsmut · 5 years ago

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NSFW alphabet | SONG

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

yunhyeong doesn’t have a preferred method of aftercare, he just loves to be babied after sex. if you’re feeling up to it, a hot bath together is his favorite way to wind down. on the other hand, laying in bed and softly singing to you while you play with his hair is pretty nice too

B - body part (their favorite body part of their partners)

your lips! he’ll stare at them whenever you talk, brush his thumb along them, but nothing beats kissing them (・ε・｀)

C - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he doesn’t like to make a mess, so he prefers to cum inside of you. yunhyeong also likes to cum on your tummy, especially if you let him snap a picture of it afterwards

D - dirty secret (self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has no idea how to bring it up, but he really wants to have a threesome with you and one of his members (chanwoo, probably). something about watching one of his friends fuck you, or fucking you at the same time, turns him on so much

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

85% porn, 15% firsthand experience. he’s not a virgin, but that doesn’t automatically make him a sex god either. it might take him some time to figure out what makes you feel good, but he’s a very attentive and dedicated lover, so it won’t take him too long to get into the swing of things

F - favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary is what’s comfortable for him, so he usually sticks with that. plus, he loves looking into your eyes, and kissing you, both of which he can do in this position

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment, are they humorous, etc)

he prefers to keep the mood light, so if he feels like you’re being too serious, he’ll do anything to make you smile again. be prepared for some lame jokes out of nowhere; even if they make you roll your eyes, it’s impossible not to smile

H - hair (how well groomed are they, etc)

1/3 borderline bare. yunhyeong takes grooming more seriously than the others, and if he goes some time without shaving, he feels unkempt

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

he. is. so. romantic. he makes it a point to show you just how much he loves you, from his sharp thrusts to his slow kisses to the way he looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes. he isn’t afraid to go all out with candles and soft music, either. it can be a lot sometimes but he means well

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

this used to be his favorite pastime, one of his favorite hobbies, but he’s cut back significantly since you came into the picture. of course, he’ll still touch himself if he’s bored or missing you (which is often), but you’ve pretty much ruined his hand for himself

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

he isn’t afraid to drop a bag on some expensive lingerie for you. it makes him proud when you wear it, especially with just one of his shirts on-top. even better? fucking you while your body is covered in lace, and the feeling of the material against his skin

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere and everywhere. he loves the thrill of having sex where he shouldn’t be, which means there’s been more than a few escapades in the bathroom of some bar, in a fitting room, even in someone else’s bedroom during a party

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this goes hand-in-hand with kink; wearing your lingerie underneath one of his shirts is the best way to turn him on. teasing him a little bit, like bending over so that your undies are on display or constantly touching him, and he won’t think twice about taking right then and there

N - no (something they wouldn’t do)

nothing involving bodily fluids. that’s just… not his thing. it’s too messy for his liking, and he doesn’t care for the possibly degrading part of it

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he’s a bit insecure about his oral skills. he would much rather be on the receiving end of things, but if you ask him, he’ll waste no time getting in between your thighs. like with penetrative sex, he needs a minute to figure things out, but he won’t stop until you’re shaking and begging for him to

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

yunhyeong’s thrusts are slow but they’re rough. just enough to have your head spinning, but not enough for you to finally fall over the edge he’s got you teetering on. his hips speed up when he gets close, though, so you don’t have to worry about being on that edge for very long

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

quickies happen frequently with yunhyeong, he loves them. he doesn’t have the time for proper sex everytime he’s horny, so he’s not going to pass up any opportunity to be with you, even if it’s only for fifteen minutes. he’s pretty good at them, too; he manages to be his usual, sappy self while still getting you both to release in the short amount of time he’s given

R - risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

public sex is one of the biggest risks he’s willing to take. he’s willing to try anything you bring up to him, as long as it’s within reason. there’s a few things he’s not comfortable with, so he’ll quickly shut that idea down before explaining why and maybe even suggesting something to try instead

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

he doesn’t last very long, but is usually good for two rounds, sometimes more. if you didn’t cum, don’t worry, he’s already ready to go again!!

T - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

only one, which is a pair of handcuffs he bought you as a joke. well, it started off as a joke, until he got inspired by porn one night and decided it was time to finally put them to use. they don’t get used very often, because he loves to feel your hands trailing all over his body, but they’re the only one he can see himself using

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

it depends. he’s not going to lay there and tease your for hours, because that’s a waste of time he could be spending inside of you, but if you’re sexting? he’ll become the biggest tease you’ve ever met. texts about how badly he wants to taste you, or how pretty you would look sucking him off, and sometimes a picture that’s naughtier than his texts, especially when you’re in public or with your friends

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

yunhyeong’s moans are so god damn loud. your neighbors always know when he’s over, not that their noise complaints quiet him down in the slightest. when he’s close, his moans turn into a desperate whine

W - wildcard (random headcanon)

he’s the type to randomly smack your ass. when you decided to get your revenge, spanking him out of the blue, neither of you expected his reaction… a loud, undeniable moan. he still gets annoyed whenever you bring it up, insisting he only made that noise because he was surprised, but we all know the truth. yunhyeong likes to be spanked

X - xray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

yunhyeong is average; about 5 inches, not too thick, enough to get the job done and then some

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ridiculously high! everyday, multiple times a day is his tempo, so good luck keeping up with him. he’s gotten better about ignoring his urges, but the excitement of being with you keeps him on edge and eager for the next time he can see you

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it takes him quite some time to calm down after sex, anywhere from an hour to three. he’s not hyper afterwards, but he isn’t going to let you fall asleep until he’s ready. he likes to talk about anything and everything, or watch netflix, or sing to you. this time is almost as intimate as the actual sex

#song smut #yunhyeong smut #ikon smut #i hate this #admin kc

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byuneebuns · 6 years ago

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Polarity (Part 1)

Yunhyeong/Hanbin x Female Reader Soulmate AU

Rated: M for Language and Eventual Smut

Tags: Angst, Slow Burn, Smut, Soulmate AU

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH/S**CIDE (this chapter only)

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE it’s me the author with a bunch of ongoing works, back again with a new series! I’m sorry that the introduction is so long;;;;; I hope you like it though and as always your feedback is very loved and appreciated! <3

When people think of soulmates it’s always of the star-crossed lovers. Those great romance stories, of perfection and completion, and of happy endings. Of people who’s lives scarcely mattered before they were swept off of their feet in a fated, world-shaking romance. When the soulmate gene mutation started showing up in the next generation of children it was met with the same sensationalism.

Amazing. Incredible. A blessing from God himself.

Those sentiments were shared by everyone until the first deaths took the world by storm.

The headlines were as lifeless as the people they were reporting about. No witticisms graced them, only shock. What was seen as a blessing only the day prior was suddenly a calamity.

The story was that a young couple had recently been married. They were happy together, successful, and expecting their first child in only a few short months. The activation of the mutated gene changed everything.

The gene itself manifested as a small counter somewhere on the body that would stop when the alleged love of your life made eye contact with you. To make matters worse, the affected area would also tingle when they were nearby and burn painfully when the deed was done and the numbers came to a halt.

The couple were out to dinner when the wife suddenly gasped, clasping her hand to her stomach. Her husband stood, rushing to her side, concerned for the welfare of their unborn son. A nearby waiter hurried over with a glass of water that shattered before it reached them. The waiter and the woman were facing each other, eyes slightly glossed over, looking as if they’d seen the sun for the first time. They were both wincing; him holding his forearm gingerly, her cradling her stomach.

Having a fated love appear isn’t so great when you thought you’d already found the love of your life.

The waiter had begged to be apart of her life, even casually, but she’d refused under the possessive eye of her husband. The woman tried to stay faithful to her husband and eventually fell into a deep depression.

The story ends with the deaths of all those involved. The husband went mad with jealousy and murdered the waiter, which unbeknownst to him caused his wife an indescribable amount of pain and grief, driving her to take her own life. His soon followed by his own hand.

More stories like that one started cropping up and soon enough they were impossible to ignore.

After lengthy debates it was eventually decided that humans deserved their free will and their freedom. Top scientists and researchers immediately began looking for a way to alleviate the side effects of the soulmate gene, if not eradicate it entirely, and nearly two decades later they’d done it.

A small injection at birth, just one vaccine among many, was all it took.

The time counter marks were irreversible, but there was no more more tingling and no more burning. The compulsion was still there, as was the psychic link, but they were severely weakened.

They were beatable.

Humans were once again masters of their own romantic destiny.

Year 21xx

You hugged your bag to your chest tightly, your free hand clinging to an empty space on a nearby pole, trying your best to keep your balance on the crowded train. You could feel your hand slipping, your sleeve riding up your forearm while you struggled to maintain the grip your sweaty palm barely had on the cool metal.

You tried to lean forward, to get closer, but the wall of bodies amassed around the pole wouldn’t budge. You felt your cheeks heat up as your sleeve slowly crept further up. You dropped your arm, pulling your sleeve back down as quickly as you could. Unfortunately the train came screeching to a halt at about the same time, sending you hurling face first into the back of a disgruntled office worker.

You exited the train car, calling out a final apology to the person you’d nearly bulldozed, and started towards your destination with a heavy sigh. Your breath made little clouds in your face and you shivered at how cold it had gotten while you’d been in transit. You pulled back your sleeve, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air, and your mouth pulled into a tight frown.

Goosebumps covered the inky black numbers but there they were, clear as day under the night sky, still ticking against the thin skin of the inside of your left wrist. You sighed again, shaking your sleeve back into it’s place. You didn’t particularly want to meet your soulmate. Did anyone want to these days? You still couldn’t help glancing at the numbers from time to time regardless to check to see if they’d halted. You’d always felt that having them in such a prominent place was a pain. Most people tried to forget that they were cursed, you see, but you were reminded of it every time that you forgot to put on your watch.

You shook your head gently, strands of hair falling into your eyes in protest, and hunched your shoulders as you trudged through the lamp lit city streets.

You were hit by a wall of heat as the heavy door to your destination swung open.

“Welcome to Polari- oh, it’s just you.”

You stuck your tongue out at the bartender and started peeling off your extra layers of clothing and tossed them on the coat rack. Once sufficiently free of your excess winter attire you took an open stool at the bar. Bobby was already there waiting for you with a vodka soda at the ready. He slid it across the counter and rested his elbows where the glass had been moments ago, his large hands cradling his face as he observed you.

“Rough day? You’re not normally here on days off.” He commented as he watched you sip your cocktail through pursed lips.

“Oh, Bobby, I just couldn’t help myself. I can’t stay away from you.” You simpered, drawing a loud laugh from your companion.

“If only I was so lucky, huh?”

“I got stood up again.” You finally admitted with a roll of your eyes. You knew Bobby better than to think he would leave you alone without an answer.

“You have the worst luck with men. How is it possible for you to chase them away before they’ve even met you.” He laughed, dodging your playful swat with practiced dexterity.

“At this point I’m almost hoping I’ll meet my soulmate. At least I’ll know that someone out there will have to love me.” You pouted dramatically, emphasizing your sarcasm.

He frowned, shaking his head almost apologetically. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could leave him the door was being pulled open and a heartfelt greeting was leaving his lips instead.

“Welcome to Pola- Guys!”

A group of men that looked to be around your age were pouring into the entrance one by one. You eyed each of them in turn appraisingly and were pleasantly surprised by how attractive they all were.

Bobby had abandoned his station behind the bar and was running over to a rather disgruntled looking man with tousled black hair that framed his face well and was shaved on the sides. He had on large aviator frame glasses, ripped jeans, a bright yellow hoodie, and sneakers that looked like they cost more than your car. His eyes were almonds under thick, wide brows, and his face was well-sculpted and indisputably manly.

Bobby was all sunshine and smiles as he excitedly greeted his friend, but his companion looked as unmoved as ever. The former led the group to the bar top where they took seats near you. You trained your eyes on your glass, unwilling to be caught sizing up a man you’d already determined was quite good looking, when your name called you to attention.

“She’s a bartender here. This is Hanbin. He’s my closest childhood friend.”

The man called Hanbin turned slowly in his seat and examined you with a piercing stare.

“Nice to meet you.” You supplied, trying to keep your voice bright. To your humiliation the man simply quirked an eyebrow at you and turned back to Bobby. Your cheeks colored with embarrassment.

Bobby just shook his head and shot you an apologetic glance.

“As popular with women as always, I see.” He chuckled, sliding over a glass of clear liquid that you hadn’t seen him pour.

Hanbin merely shrugged his shoulders and sipped the drink in silence.

“He seems like a grumpy old man, but I promise he’s a really great guy once you get to know him.” Bobby supplied, trying as usual to spin things in a positive light.

Tonight you just weren’t having it. You’d been insulted enough by men in one day to last you a lifetime.

You downed the rest of your glass and slid it across the counter to Bobby.

“Who says I want to get to know him?”

You were pleased to see Hanbin’s eyebrows knit together with annoyance, but before he could counterattack you were both startled by the giggles that erupted behind you.

“She’s got a point.”

You spun around in your stool and were suddenly face to face with what appeared to be...an angel.

In stark contrast to the grumpy man seated to your left, the one at your back was all smiles. His eyes were bright and sparkly, his shapely lips stretched to show a warm, genuine smile that felt like it held the sun itself. He was dressed in a plain black turtleneck over black jeans and boots, pulling off an effortless elegance. His black hair was short and swept over his forehead with an undercut in the back. His face was boyish and yet handsome, and you found yourself smiling back at him without realizing it.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to suffer in his company. I’m Yunhyeong.”

You scoffed, taking the full glass that you saw Bobby handing to you in your peripherals.

“Who says I want to get to know you either?”

Yunhyeong looked scandalized.

You were surprised to hear laughter coming from your left. Hanbin’s head was tilted back, his prominent adam’s apple bobbing with every bark of laughter that escaped his pouty lips.

“Yah, don’t bully my friends.I need them to keep coming back here to keep me company when you leave me all by myself.” Bobby whined.

With that, the mood shifted and the room was now alight with warm laughter and banter, most of which was the men teasing Bobby about missing them. You turned away form the man called Yunhyeong and sat in silence, sipping the bitter drink that you always ordered more out of habit than enjoyment. You felt someone brush your thigh as they squeezed into the seat to your right.

“You can’t really mean that you don’t want to know me?” Yunhyeong was pouting, obviously still stricken by your rejection.

Your cheeks were permanently stained red from the warmth of the liquor. You could feel the effects swirling in your brain, emboldening you.

You’d come here to avoid men (except for Bobby), and yet here they were on all sides.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, as you turned to face your persistent companion.

“Why would I want to?” You asked teasingly, tapping your fingers on the bar.

“Well, for one, I’m very good-looking.” He said seriously.

You laughed in earnest this time.

“And apparently I’m pretty funny too.” He finished, smiling sweetly.

“I’ll give you that; you are pretty funny. I guess the real question then is why does someone that’s so good-looking and funny want to get to know me?”

Yunhyeong smiled again with a devilish glint in his eyes, leaning as close as the distance between your stools would allow.

He was entirely too close now, suffocating all of your senses with his presence. You didn’t even see his hand reach for your face, one strong finger tilting your chin up to face him better. He inspected you closely and you swallowed roughly. It had been so long since you’d been this close to a man, let alone one this handsome, and to say it wasn’t having a physical effect would be a lie.

“You’re beautiful, so why wouldn’t I want to know you?” He murmured, his voice velvety.

You felt your face glow like the sun as you hastily pushed his hand away and turned away from him, finishing the rest of your drink while he laughed.

“How many girls has that worked on?” You asked, praying that your flush was starting to fade.

“At least one more today,” supplied a sarcastic voice from your left.

Hanbin was watching you out of the corner of his eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.

Yunhyeong was faster than you with his retort.

“Ah, Hanbin, are you jealous that I’m paying attention to someone else?” He teased, suddenly raising his voice to address the rest of the people in the room:

“Children! Everyone! Please come and love our cute Hanbinnie that is feeling lonely!”

Without a moment’s notice five men, including Bobby, descended upon Hanbin laughing raucously, hugging him, tugging on his hoodie and trying to tickle him. To your surprise he was no longer disgruntled, but rather was laughing with them and trying to tickle them back.

“What a weird guy.” You said, more to yourself than anyone else. You jumped a little when Yunhyeong answered you.

“Hanbin is definitely a weird guy. He isn’t bad, but he doesn’t always do well when he meets new people. He’s shy.” He said, smiling again.

You raised one eyebrow in disbelief. Shy was not the word you would have chosen. You opened your mouth to quip back but at that moment Hanbin had put Bobby in a headlock and the latter was flailing his arms dangerously close to your drink. You reached out to grab it before it fell victim to the mayhem, and in that moment time stood still. The numbers on your wrist had stopped moving.

Your breath caught in your throat. You brought your hand down under the shadow of the bar and pulled back your sleeve to confirm you hadn’t been seeing things, but sure enough they’d come to a dead halt. Panic washed over you. One of the men in this room was your soulmate...but who? When had it stopped?

“Hey, are you okay?” A concerned voice from your right brought you back to the present.

“Yeah, no, I’m...fine. Yeah.” You said, your voice sounding hollow even in your ears. Thankfully the rest of the men were preoccupied with harassing Hanbin so the only person that bore witness to your internalized panic was Yunhyeong.

“I think I should go.” You said, mostly to yourself again. Yunhyeong must have amazing hearing.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked, concern etched into his soft features.

“No, I live close, I’m okay. I’m okay.” You repeated it, as if confirming it for yourself and stood to leave without letting him press the matter.

“See you tomorrow, Bobby!” You called, your voice still colored with the same unnatural tone, as you collected your belongings and all but ran out of the bar.

Seven pairs of eyes watched you flee; One of them belonged to someone you were destined to fall in love with.

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fuckedurbias · 6 years ago

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don't mind me, a fellow hoe just requesting ikon bois' kinks because what is a life haha also I LOVE YOUR BLOG!! 💖💓💕

UWU THANK U BBY!!! n it’s okay we’re all hoes for ikon whether it b soft hoes or not soft hehe

jinhwan - HE’D BE SO INTO DIRTY TALK?! IDK WHY I THINK THIS I JUST DO!! like when he can’t be with you because of touring or whatever he begs you to talk dirty to him over the phone and he gets off so bad to that. (literally masturbating to the sound of your voice saying such sinful things to him A AA A A A A) however when you two are together irl it is HIM that whispers dirty things to you even if you’re not getting frisky at that moment. you get so flustered and that only makes him do it even more until you can’t take it and just fuck him in whatever private area you two can get into.

yunhyeong - hmm i feel like this boy is kinda vanilla. his ideal type is a girl older than him though so i could see him w a mummy kink hehe or maybe i just want him to have one :( but yeah idk i just see yunnie as someone who isn’t rlly into anything in particular, but he would be up for trying almost anything as long as his partner n him both were okay w it so !!!

jiwon - i think he would be into spanking, like just playing with your ass in general whenever you’re doing stuff with him. he isn’t always able to bend you over his knee and spank you so sometimes he just spanks you while you’re on your back during sex or whatever position you’re in at the time hehe, even when making out. i also think he’d love marking you in every way, whether it be from spanking you, biting you, giving you hickeys etc. also choking!!! he’D REALLY LOVE CHOKING YOU (ofc only if u asked him too tho)

hanbin - this soft baby!! would be SO into!! praise!! body worship!! bc he’s SO IN LOVE WITH YOU HE WOULD JUST PRAISE YOU ALL THE TIME TELL YOU HOW GOOD YOU ARE/HOW GOOD YOU’RE BEING!! he’d encourage you and call you every sweet nickname under the sun n if you praised god he’d get so riled up and become a whiny mess. he’d kiss you everywhere because ‘every inch of you is beautiful’ and he’d take his sweet time in pleasuring you and giving you multiple orgasms because it’s ‘what you deserve’ and he’d be s o g o o d at it and jesus i’m a mess i need to stop.

donghyuk - i am convinced this man is really r e a l l y into overstimulation. like just the way his hips move ooft, i can really see him being into just driving you crazy with them. like he’d love to deny you of your orgasm to tease you for a bit and then just give it to you all at once, multiple times.

junhoe - not a kink but oh my gOD he’d L O V E getting his dick sucked!!! yes!!! he’d never shut up the whole time you go down on him!!! he’d b so vocal and would thrust into your face and he’d just be in complete euphoria. he’d also love eating you out as well, and he’d be so amazing at it. you honestly prefer oral over actual sex because june is just so so amazing with his mouth. he’d also really enjoy hair pulling, if you pulled his hair when kissing it would get heated real quick.

chanwoo - i think he would definitely be such a tease. the other boys say chan is really cheeky so i can see him getting off on teasing you in public and making you wait until you’re home to go through with his actions. he’d also love making you beg after this and make you tell him how badly you want it. however if you teased him and even hinted that you’re in the mood, oh no he would not have that he would take you into the nearest public bathroom or whatever private area there was maybe not even private and would have at it with you.

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99liners · 6 years ago

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terms of endearment: ikon;

request: Anonymous said: Ikons preferred names in the bedroom for you and them? Thank you xx

kim hanbin / b.i:

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: cara ~ it’s latin for "beloved"

when you’re giving him a blow job: angel

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “come here, slut”

what he moans when he cums: baby girl

what he coos when you guys cuddle: kitten

and he loves it when you call him:

papi (yeah, do not ask me why...)

kim jinhwan (jay / jinan):

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: bonita ~ spanish word “beautiful”

when you’re giving him a blow job: baby

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “rock that dick, sugar plum”

what he moans when he cums: baby doll

what he coos when you guys cuddle: princess

and he loves it when you call him:

daddy (you’re lying to yourself if you think he doesn’t has a daddy kink)

song yunhyeong:

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: dove

when you’re giving him a blow job: mon cherie ~ french for “darling”

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “baby, let me spread you like a sweet peach”

what he moans when he cums: baby

what he coos when you guys cuddle: boo bear

and he loves it when you call him:

hunk / handsome or sometimes even both.

kim jiwon (bobby):

he likes to call you :

when he’s eating you out: amorcita ~ it’s spanish for "little love"

when you’re giving him a blow job: doll

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “you’re a vixen and i love it”

what he moans when he cums: mine (not a name necessarily)

what he coos when you guys cuddle: honeybee

and he loves it when you call him:

amor ~ spanish for “love” (he’s a softie okay)

kim donghyuk:

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: sugar

when you’re giving him a blow job: sexy

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “your body is made for me to love it, goddess”

what he moans when he cums: duchess

what he coos when you guys cuddle: baby love

and he loves it when you call him:

jaan ~ urdu for “life”

koo junhoe (june):

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: sweet love

when you’re giving him a blow job: lolita

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: “are you ready babe / bebe?”

what he moans when he cums: kitten

what he coos when you guys cuddle: munchkin

and he loves it when you call him:

lover boy (again, i repeat, do not ask me why)

jung chanwoo:

he likes to call you:

when he’s eating you out: bon-bon

when you’re giving him a blow job: sweetcheeks (because he fills your cheeks)

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you: j’ai envie de toi ~ french for "i want you”

what he moans when he cums: tight (not a name necessarily)

what he coos when you guys cuddle: cupcake

and he loves it when you call him:

daddy (it’s time you acknowledge his daddy kink, sweetheart)

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chanxoo · 6 years ago

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Marked Territory

→ Pairing: Yunhyeong x Reader

→ Genre: smut

→ Word Count: 3.050

→ Warnings: car sex, spanking, marking, oral, overstimulation, facial, aftercare

→ Summary: All you want to do is finally decorate the house but Yunhyeong clearly has something else in mind.

Carefully placing the last small box in the trunk, you slam the door shut, dusting off your hands as if it were the most difficult task in the world. Albeit being your own suggestion, you can’t deny that furniture shopping had been far from easy. In fact, it had been a straight eight hours of absolute hell. In the end, the only things you managed to pick up were a few pieces to hang on the walls and a small chest for the main room. Other than that, everything else had been postponed.

“Tomorrow we’re picking up the dining table I showed you. I told them to hold it for us.” He states, shifting the car into drive.

“I don’t know… It doesn’t match anything we have.” Pulling your hair into a sloppy bun, you try to suppress the headache beginning to form at your temples. The last thing you want is to start another argument, but there are only so many times he can get his way before you’ve had enough.

“I think it’s nice. Plus it has enough seats to host both of our families if we wanted to. I don’t see the problem with it.” Rolling your eyes, you return your gaze to the road ahead. Something so insignificant always seems to be the most difficult for you to get through.

“Is that a no?” He challenges, knowing that by the end of this, that exact table will be sitting idly in the dining room, exactly how he imagines it to be.

“I’m just saying… that it’s a nice table. But… I don’t know if it’s the best one for the house.” Despite the decision having already been made, you continue to pursue the conversation. See how long it takes before one of you finally snaps.

“The table you chose wasn’t the best either. I don’t understand why you would pick laminate when we could very easily get the real thing.” Hidden beneath his words, you can sense the annoyance. Both of you are exhausted and the last thing either of you need is to bicker over a piece of furniture.

Deciding to say nothing more, you simply stare out the window at the passing street lights. You are approximately a twenty-five minute drive from home, and if you are going to survive the rest of the ride, then you need to drop it and accept the outcome. Even if you know you’re right.

The moment you feel his palm on your bare leg, all of your muscles tighten underneath you. There hasn’t been a moment in time in which that gesture meant anything innocent. Really, you’re surprised he’s managed this long without bothering to make a move. At least until now.

The way he subtly squeezes your thigh draws your attention, and despite maintaining your nonchalant demeanor, he knows exactly how he’s affecting you. Even with just a small touch, he can feel your skin burning underneath his fingertips. It’s always quite the game. As he moves his fingers closer in between your legs, pulling at the flesh as he reaches the center, you swear in that moment that you stopped breathing entirely. The air that’s caught in your chest pains you, the way your heart beats rapidly without oxygen. It’s addicting to have him touch you like this.

Without forewarning, his fingers make contact with your clothed heat, your dress adding to the layers that you wish didn’t exist. He doesn’t bother to fix it but instead continues to rub against you, alternating between pressure and none at all. You don’t dare rip your eyes from outside the car window, knowing the chase is what gets him the most. He will get your attention. Even if it means punishing you.

“Look at me.” Feigning deafness, you barely manage to retain your composure. In the reflection, you notice the way he shifts his eyes, torn between the road and his hand between your legs.

“Now.” Removing his hand, he waits for you to comply, but when he notices the stillness of your figure, he realizes just how difficult you are going to be. Honestly, he should expect it by now. You’ve never been easy. When he returns his hand, he holds nothing back, rubbing your clit frantically to elicit some type of response. The more pressure he puts, the more you can feel yourself falling apart. He just feels too damn good. When the moan slips from your lips, you can already know a smirk has begun to spread across his face. He actually thinks he won.

Deciding to play along, you glance in his direction, just long enough for him to notice. He doesn’t dare stop his ministrations though, too engrossed in the sound of your whimpers. Neither of you can break eye contact, despite his desperate need to drive in a straight line. Just the adrenaline of it all is enough to get you off. But you suppose you’ll have to hold out just a little longer.

Looking down, you watch as his fingers play against your dress, molded between your folds as he spreads your essence across your skin. At this point you’re nothing more than a mewling mess, seconds away from coming undone. If only he didn’t know. When he removes his fingers, you swear you see nothing but white, the jolting of your muscles in his absence becoming extremely uncomfortable. Having been on the verge, you’re even more inclined to make his life miserable. It’s the least you could do.

Returning his gaze to the road, he tries to ignore your blatant glare, pretending not to hear as you curse underneath your breath. You call him all the names in the book, like the piece of shit that he is, but when you land on one particular trigger, you realize you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“What did you call me?” Slamming on the breaks, you fly forward in your seat, catching yourself right before you hit the dashboard.

“What the hell! Are you trying to get us killed?!”

“What. Did you. Call me.” The horrified expression on your face does nothing to deter him, completely ignoring your question in light of one small word he hates more than anything else.

“I called you a pussy. Because that’s exactly what you are.” At this point you aren’t sure if you’re genuinely pissed or simply doing this to push at his ego, but either way, the blood is coursing through your veins all the same.

Pulling the car aside and parking it, he sits in the seat a moment with his eyes closed. It’s as if you can see the smoke billowing from his ears.

“Get out.” He commands, hands gripping the wheel.

Not wanting to anger him more than he already is, you silently step out of the car, closing the door behind you. You already know exactly how this night is going to end.

It will end with your face deep in the leather of his backseats, screaming his name while he pounds into you from behind.

God how you’ve missed this. Satiating the desires that neither of you can keep in check whenever you are near each other.

Never once have you complained, perfectly complying whenever he feels the need to dominate you and watch you squirm as he works every inch of your body to both his and your own satisfaction. He knows you like he knows himself – intimately.

Waiting patiently, you hear the driver’s side door slam shut, the footsteps across the wet asphalt until he is finally by your side. Neither of you say a word. Opening the door to the back, he nudges for you to get inside. You don’t dare hesitate, knowing full well how he gets when you take too long.

Closing the door, he doesn’t waste a moment before ravaging the skin on your neck, sucking aggressively as he grips the flesh of your thighs. To him, your thighs are everything, the place that he can touch to make you moan the loudest and squirm the most. Any reason he has to punish you, he will use it. Especially if he gets to hear the sweet whimpers that are nothing but music to his ears.

“Lay back.” Following instructions, you lie down until you are flesh against the seats, dress riding up higher along your thighs. Taking a moment to take it all in, he massages your muscles, thumbs inching in between your legs as he returns closer to your heat. With hooded eyes, you can’t help but admire him from this position, the pure concentration etched on his features enough for your mind to wander into dangerous territory. Inching the dress farther toward your waist, you can only lie patiently, putting all your effort into keeping your mouth shut as he works himself up. You are the artwork that fuels him and he’d be a fool not to appreciate what he has. Not that he is ever one to ignore such opportunities.

With your dress around your hips, lace showing beneath the hem, he feels satisfied. You on display for him is everything he could ever want and need, and for a moment, you watch as he contemplates his next move. He could change the game and be sweet or he could be harsh, your fate typically determined by a flip of a coin in his mind. From the way the smirk grows, you can already tell which side it had fallen on for the night. For now, you only pray that he will let you cum.

Placing his palms on your knees, he slowly spreads open your legs, watching as the soaked fabric against your heat pries itself from your skin. He has yet to do much of anything else yet you are nothing less than putty in his hands. The cold air that hits the sensitive area only causes you to shiver, your breath hitching as his eyes scan the entirety of your body, from your core to the lust-filled expression on your face.

“Do you think you deserve to cum tonight?” He asks, placing small kisses on your knee as he awaits your response. As much as you want to say something, the words won’t come out, only leaving you to nod in hopes that it will be good enough. You are a fool to think it would work.

Lifting up one of your legs, he smacks his hand against your bare ass. The sound that reverberates from inside the car sends shivers down your spine, the thought that this is only the first of many doing nothing to ease your racing mind.

“What was that?”

“Yes.” Without hesitation, he smacks once more.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir I deserve to cum.” Satisfied with your answer, he releases your leg and returns his attention to your core. Grabbing the waistband of your panties, he slips them off your legs, tossing them toward the front seat and out of the way. With your legs still propped up, he has full view of everything, and the way he licks his lips at the sight only makes you ache more. Taking two of his fingers, he slips between your folds, filling you up in one swift motion. The sigh that falls from your lips earns a satisfied hum from him, watching the pleasure build in your expression as he pumps his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. He knows better than to give you what you want so quickly, but from the way his erection is painfully pushing against his pants, he realizes he’ll just have to take extra measures to ensure that everything goes smoothly. Even if it means waiting on his own release.

Picking up pace, he watches as your mouth falls open, hand immediately covering it to prevent any noise from coming out. You need so badly to moan, the respond in kind to the way his fingers curl subtly within you, hitting that spot that he knows so well. It takes every bit of power to control yourself, but you can only hold it in for so long before a string of whines make it through the barrier. Removing his fingers, he immediately lifts your leg once more, smacking once for every noise that managed to slip by. In total, it was four. Four glorious stings of pain that now outline your backside.

“More. Please.” It’s not very often you defy him, but when you do, you try to make it worth his while. This time, he doesn’t even question it. Flipping you over entirely, he pushes your hips up until they are directly in front of him. Taking a moment to appreciate the marks on your skin, he kisses them gently, sucking until purple begins to outline the pink. Satisfied with his work, he slaps not only once, but three times more, watching avidly as your flesh bounces in response. The harder his hits, the more he can feel himself needing to cum, and he knows you’re suffering just as much as he is.

“Fuck.” Taking a spot on the floor, he maneuvers your ass toward him, licking a long stripe from your clit to your entrance. With your face in the seats, you find it easier to keep yourself quiet, but the only problem is that you can barely breathe. It seems like he doesn’t notice your predicament, too engrossed as he sucks down on your clit. The more rounds he makes, the closer you get to orgasm, instinctively leaning back against his face. Taking it as a hint, he sucks more harshly than before until your muscles shake uncontrollably in front of him. Coming up for air, you moan as you please, no longer able to hold it in as he pleasures you. It seems to egg him on though, the sounds that you make, and before you even realize, the shockwave courses through your entire body. Without mercy, he continues to abuse your hypersensitive bud, stars beginning to outline the periphery of your vision. Your mind goes numb as your body aches in response to his relentlessness, but it all comes to a halt when he can no longer keep himself in check.

“Sorry baby I can’t wait any longer.” Undoing his belt, he pulls out his erection, already leaking with precum. From the way it throbs, you can tell he’s been holding himself together for quite a while, and the thought only turns you on more. Aligning himself, he pushes himself inside, stretching you out as if he was befittingly made just for you. The amount of love you have for him is insurmountable.

Gripping onto your hips, he continues to pound into you, his movement becoming sloppy the more into it he becomes. Neither of you are able to control yourselves, with him being more expressive in his grunts as he inches toward his orgasm.

“Fuck, come here.” With a simple command, he removes himself from your entrance, hand gripped tightly around his erection while he waits for you to turn around. Once in front of him, he hastily strokes himself, no longer able to keep his eyes open. From your spot underneath him, you watch as his face contorts with pleasure, the veins on his arm bulging as he concentrates on the feeling of euphoria. Grabbing onto his thigh, you open your mouth as you wait, the image alone finally bringing him over the edge. The moment his hot seed lands along your lips and your cheeks, you feel a sense of relief. Not that he wouldn’t have cum either way, but because it often results in growing fondness toward your lover who really does nothing more than drive you crazy most of the time. It means that above everything, you still love each other obnoxiously, so much that he’s often willing to jeopardize the nice seats of his car just to make you feel good.

“You okay?” He asks, already pulling out the wipes from underneath the seat. With one eye closed, in protection of your assets of course, you nod slightly, instead choosing to sit as he delicately wipes the mess from your face. With the most important part cleared, he leans in for a kiss, the molding against your lips only pulling a moan from him. All you can do is smile as he pulls away, his overwhelming cuteness just making your heart grow in size. Giving you another wipe, he lets your clean yourself, knowing he’s probably done enough damage to last the next few days.

“My ass hurts.” You state, cleaning in between your legs.

“I’m sorry babe. Want me to kiss it?” Before he can even move, you quickly hop into the front seat away from him. The last thing you need is him going anywhere near your sensitive skin.

Leaning over, he places another kiss on your temple, sliding in the driver’s seat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Considering how many times you’ve done this, you’re surprised neither of you pull this stunt in your sleep.

“You hungry? I’ll get you whatever you want. Milkshakes? Fries?” Nodding your head frantically, you can’t seem to hide your excitement. You both had been on a budget the past few months in order to save enough money for furniture, but the idea of eating guilty pleasure food is far too enticing for you to pass up.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Even though he’s said those words a million times before, there is something about this instance that makes it feel special. Maybe it’s the post-sex glow, or maybe it’s the fact that you finally bought your first house together. You aren’t entirely sure what it is, but all you know is you feel it, too.

“I think you’re more perfect. Together we’re super perfect, don’t you think?” Chuckling at your logic, he nods in agreement. With the car finally back on the road, you can relax in your seat, but not before holding his hand tightly, staring out at the moon as you ride to the land of shakes.

“We’re still getting the table tomorrow right?” From the corner of your eye, you watch as he tries to hide his grin.

“Yes Yunhyeong... we’ll get the damn table.”

#netkon #yunhyeong #yunhyeong smut #ikon #ikon smut #yunhyeong drabble #yunhyeong fic #ikon drabble #ikon fic #i know i have other wips but i needed to get this out of my system #and its me saying sorry for taking too long to post #hjdqndjqk

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