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[user777h]

pairing: bf(yunho) x fem(gf y/n)

rating: ignore the warnings,this ones really wholesome😚😚

genre:some angst ,FLUFF,nice and cutesy

Word count:835

Summary:yunho shows his insecure wifey some loving

warnings: MDNI-All characters in my stories are 18+,a lot of my work contains taboo?Genres so if your triggered by that please don't read,probably contains cursing

Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror in their shared apartment, her hands trembling as she adjusted the hem of the sleek black dress. She had been so excited to surprise Yunho for his birthday, envisioning his face lighting up when he saw her in something so bold, so sexy. But now, staring at herself under the harsh glare of the overhead light, she felt anything but sexy.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. The dress hugged her curves in all the wrong places—or at least that’s how it felt to her. Her stomach seemed too prominent, her thighs too wide, and her shoulders...

“God, why did I even think this was a good idea?” she muttered to herself, her voice cracking.

She wanted to cry, but she also felt so damn stupid. She had hyped this moment up in her head for weeks, imagining Yunho’s reaction. He’d be shocked, sure. But not for the reasons she hoped.

A knock on the door startled her. “Babe? You in there?” Yunho’s deep voice was muffled, but still warm and familiar.

“Yeah,” she called back quickly, trying to steady her voice. “Just... give me a minute.”

There was a pause, and she could practically feel him hesitating. Then the doorknob rattled. “I’m coming in.”

“No, wait—!” she protested, but it was too late. Yunho stepped into the room, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway, his soft brown eyes immediately locking on hers.

“What’s—” He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze dropping to the dress. His eyes widened slightly, and then a slow, lazy grin spread across his face. “Well, damn. You look—”

“Don’t.” Her voice was sharp, almost desperate. She turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t lie to me, Yunho. I know I look awful.”

“What?” His grin faltered. He stepped closer, his brows knitting together. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This stupid dress,” she snapped, her voice thick with frustration. “I thought it would look good, but I look ridiculous. I look... I don’t even know. Like a damn sausage stuffed into—”

“Stop.” Yunho’s voice was firm, cutting through her self-deprecation like a knife. He reached for her hand, gently but insistently turning her to face him. “Stop talking about yourself like that.”

She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go. “Yunho, I’m serious—”

“So am I,” he said, his voice softening but no less intense. “Y/N, you’re fucking gorgeous. I don’t care what you think you see in that mirror, because what I see? Is the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she shook her head. “You’re just saying that—”

“Bullshit,” he cut her off, stepping closer. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her gently but firmly against him. “When have I ever lied to you? Huh? Tell me one time.”

She didn’t answer, her throat too tight with emotion.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips curving into a small, teasing smile. “Baby, I mean it. Look at you. You’re killing me right now. I don’t even know if I can wait until my actual birthday to celebrate, if you know what I mean.”

She let out a choked laugh despite herself, swatting his arm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re stunning,” he countered, his tone earnest again. “I know you don’t see it right now, but trust me. This dress? It’s perfect. You’re perfect. And if you’re still worried about how it looks, let me just tell you—” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “—I can’t stop picturing taking it off you later.”

Her face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and warmth spreading through her. “Yunho!”

“What? I’m just being honest,” he said, grinning. “Now, are you going to let me enjoy my birthday with my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend, or do I need to keep convincing you how sexy you are?”

She bit her lip, her heart swelling as she looked into his eyes. “You really think I look okay?”

“Okay?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Babe, you look like a goddamn dream. And if anyone else thinks otherwise, they can fuck off, because I know what I’ve got.”

She laughed again, the tension in her chest easing just a little. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “And I’m crazy about you, Y/N. Dress or no dress.”

Finally, she smiled—really smiled—and leaned into him. “Thank you, Yunho.”

“Always,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. “Now, come on. Let’s go show off my sexy girlfriend. And after dinner, we can come back here and...” He trailed off, winking.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re perfect,” he said again, his voice full of love.

And for the first time that night, she almost believed him.

[user777h]

pairing: seonghwa x fem(reader)

rating: 18+

genre: smut (hardcore duh)

Word count:i will never ever count but just know its a lottttttttt

summary: y/n gets it on with sexy stallion seonghwa (that sibilance tho)

warnings: MDNI-All characters in my stories are 18+,a lot of my work contains taboo?Genres so if your triggered by that please don't read,probably contains cursing

As she entered the room, her pulse quickened. She felt nervous, but alive with excitement. Seonghwa, as he had introduced himself to her earlier, greeted her with a kiss that suddenly evolved into a passionate embrace as their tongues danced together. His soft, warm lips felt strange, but wonderful. Her husband was a great kisser but this was different. Seonghwa was confident and forceful, with a controlled touch that promised highly developed skills as a lover.

He broke off their kiss and looked at her.

"I am so glad you came."

She looked around the huge, luxurious suite and focused on the bottle of pinot noir on the table, open with two glasses.

"How did you know I would?"

"I could see it in your eyes."

She blushed. Despite her confidence in her ability to control her emotions and her body language, her eyes had given her away. She started to protest, but realized how that would sound. She was the one who had shown up at his suite, key card in hand and her panties soaked with anticipation.

Seonghwa kissed her again, more gently. She felt a twinge of emotional conflict, thinking about her love for her husband, her marriage, and the guilt of infidelity. She remembered her husband's encouragement and years of sincere requests that she give both of them this gift of her pleasure. She only had to give herself permission. As she melted in seonghwas arms, she finally granted herself that freedom - the freedom to enjoy this strong, handsome male--the freedom to satisfy a craving her husband could no longer quench.

Seonghwa parted from her lips and looked into her willing eyes.

"Turn around and pull down your tights and panties."

"What the fuck?" would have been her normal reaction. Instead of resisting, she felt the power of his voice and obeyed, charged with new, electric feelings of giving up the control she had always maintained over every aspect of her life.

She turned, lifted her black dress, and reached into the waistband of her black opaque tights and her black bikini panties. She eased them down below her knees.

"Bend over and put your hands on the arm of the chair in front of you."

Feeling strangely under his control, she shuffled the few feet to the chair, her legs bound close together by the tights bunched a few inches above her high-heeled black suede booties.

As she bent over to place her hands on the chair, she noticed that her face and body were reflected in the mirrored bedroom door slightly ajar in front of her. Seeing her reflection in this exposed position only served to accelerate the butterflies dancing in her stomach, down through her loins to her weakened knees. She hoped that he would just take her there, claiming her extramarital virginity in one quick motion. The erotic tension was palpable as she waited exposed and vulnerable, her mind racing. She felt a drop of the nectar of her arousal run down the inside of her thigh.

After staying still and silent, exposed in this position for what seemed like a lifetime, she felt Seonghwa's hand lift the hem of her dress, folding it over onto her back. His hand then parted her thighs and reached under her, gently caressing the exposed lips of her pussy, slick with her juices.

"Nice. I was hoping you would be smoothly shaved. You really are a naughty one."

She gasped slightly. "I had it waxed as a treat for my husband. We are supposed to go away for a special weekend next week for our anniversary."

He increased the pressure of his slow and still gentle strokes.

"Lovely. Why did you come to my room?"

"Because, uh... you told me to come."

"Do you always do as you're told?"

He parted her lips with his fingers, softly stroking the inside of her lips as her juices coated his hand. She was now panting, her words breathless as she answered.

"No, I am uuh, always in charge. I am in charge of my business, I am in charge of my social life, and I am in charge of my marriage."

She let out a guttural moan as he lengthened his strokes, reaching further toward her front and passing gently over her now swollen clit.

He said, softly, "I never go after married women, but I had to approach you. You are too beautiful and too sexy to be stuck with a husband who is boring in bed and can't keep you satisfied."

"My husband is a great person, a wonderful lover, and definitely not boring in bed. I love him very much. "

"Then why are you are bent over in front of a stranger, letting him stroke your married pussy?"

"He, uhhh, knows..."

"What do you mean, he knows?"

His questions would normally have been distracting, but confessing to him combined with his skilled, rhythmic stroking of her only heightened her arousal. "H-he knows I am with you."

"You are a naughty girl. So, you have played this game before?"

She gasped as he slipped his thumb into her, pressing against her front wall. His fingers rubbed her clit. He dragged his thumb over her perfect spot with each stroke. She shook with pleasure and the realization that this man knew his way around.

"No, this is the first time I have done anything like this since we started dating."

"Lucky me. Why now?"

She did not respond but continued to writhe on his invading thumb.

"Answer me."

"It's complicated."

Seonghwa pulled his hand from her pussy. She followed it with her upturned ass, trying unsuccessfully to maintain the friction.

"Please don't stop!" she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.

"Answer me when I ask you a question."

"My husband is a wonderful lover, but he is sexually submissive. This is so embarrassing."

He reentered her push with his thumb and started to rub her clit with his fingers.

She moved against his hand, moaning, "thank you."

"Tell me everything."

"He tries to take control and be dominant to indulge me, but I just can't feel it. All I can do is picture him dressed in panties, stockings, a dress, and heels, cuter than mine. Not only is he submissive, but he is also likes to dress in women's clothing. He adores me, and I love him and enjoy dominating him sexually, but he just can't satisfy my other need no matter how hard he tries. I indulge his feminine side, but can't really shift gears and think of him as a real man who can take me and be in control. I think of him more as a girlfriend. I know he would rather be dressed as a girl, feminine and frilly, and I just can't get around it. He would do anything for my pleasure. He has always encouraged me to satisfy my need with other men, but I have always felt too guilty about violating my wedding vows and too sure that I would never be able to find someone who was not an asshole or a bad person. I realize it might not look like it right now, but I have always been very picky and kind of a sexual snob"

She began to thrust backward against his hand.

"What do you need?"

She did not answer immediately.

Seonghwa reached under her and pinched her clit firmly between his fingers, causing her to squeal.

"Tell me!"

She cried out, "I need to be taken by a real man. I need to give up control and submit to him in all the ways I can't with my husband."

Seonghwa resumed fucking her with his thumb and furiously stroking her clit. She shook with renewed pleasure and began riding his hand.

"I can give you what you need."

"I know," she moaned loudly as she came violently on his hand, her juices soaking his hand with each spasm.

Finally, she collapsed over the chair as the contractions softened, leaving her like a puppet on his fingers, which were still moving slowly deep inside of her. She lingered, trying to recover from the explosive release of the erotic tension that had been building in her since he handed her his room key in the bar.

She did not feel guilt or regret. She felt alive, and deliciously naughty. She knew immediately that she craved more of this man--much more.

He slowly slid his fingers out of her, giving her upturned ass a squeeze on the way out.

"Stand and walk into the bedroom."

She stood and bent to take her boots off. His hand stopped her.

"I did not tell you to take off your boots. Walk to the bedroom."

Embarrassed, she shuffled to the bedroom, the tights around her ankles hobbling her. Once there she hesitated, wondering what next.

"Sit on the bed and undress me." He had followed her in.

She sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. She unbuttoned his custom-made dress shirt, revealing a clean, bright white t-shirt underneath. After laying his shirt across the bench at the foot of the bed, she pulled the t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his taut torso and chest, lightly dusted with salt and pepper hair, a body of refined masculinity. Excited, she began to unbuckle his belt.

"Take off my shoes first."

She bent down and untied each of his shoes and slipped them off. She then returned to finish unbuckling his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down to reveal crisp white cotton boxers. Having learned that he was an orderly man with refined taste in clothing, she pulled his pants down as he stepped out of them and laid them across the bench.

"May I take off your boxers?"

He nodded. She pulled them down, her eyes widening as she freed the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen. It was remarkably thick and substantial, not grotesquely long but remarkably thick. Mostly erect, it had a large head rimmed by a pronounced soft ridge, giving way to a girthy shaft, beautifully marbled with veins under stretched skin. Lust surging in her, she reached out to touch it.

"Stop! I did not give you permission to touch."

"May I touch it?" she responded, looking up at him.

"May you touch what?"

"May I touch your beautiful cock?"

He nodded. She reached out with both of her hands and softly took the sculpted wonder, now the sole focus of her lustful cravings. It felt heavy in her hands as it began to grow harder in response. She held the base with one hand and gently slid her other hand around his shaft. She slid it up toward the crown, feeling the ridge surrounding it softly pull against the skin of her palm and fingers.

Her husband undoubtedly was nicely equipped but this was a remarkable model of masculinity. She loved taking her husband into her mouth to make him hard enough to pleasure her, but, even when he had previously been allowed to have a male orgasm, she very rarely sucked him to completion, preferring to preserve his erection for her riding pleasure.

This, however, was a real man's cock, never confined in satiny panties, never shrunken by those pretty panties and feminine desires, and never restrained from expressing the ecstasy of male release or giving pleasure in return.

She leaned forward, eager to taste it and have it fill her warm soft mouth, but caught herself and looked up at him again with a smile.

"May I suck your beautiful cock?"

He again nodded his assent. Holding the base with both hands, she leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth. Through the haze of her desire, she noticed that she had to open wider to receive him and that she had to be careful to cover her teeth with her lips as they stretched around the head. She looked up and playfully squeezed the tip out from between her lips, letting it bounce against her chin. She reached out and lifted it with her tongue and took it between her beautiful lips again; this time keeping it in the warmth of her mouth.

She slowly took more of his cock in her mouth, pulling back slightly with each bit of progress and swirling her warm, wet tongue around the sensitive head, before pushing her mouth further down his length. He grew harder in response, moaning with pleasure.

She stopped, her mouth filled with cock to the limits of her ability. She tried to further relax and open her throat to take more of him, and provide pleasure worthy of this magnificent organ. Backing out and pushing back down with increasing frequency, she began to progress further down his viewed shaft with each downward stroke. His firm crown filled the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she was able to control the spasms to the point where they only served to further stimulate him.

"Fuck that feels good!"

His words encouraged her. Just as she finally approached the absolute limits of her mouth and throat, he gently pushed her off.

"Turn around and climb on the bed."

As her mouth slid off his cock, she could not resist wrapping her lips around his tip and sucking softly, causing an audible pop as his cock pulled free. An audible groan of pleasure rewarded her efforts.

She obediently turned and crawled up on the bed, laying her head and chest down on the sheets and presenting her ass and eager pussy.

[user777h]

pairing: San x fem(reader)

rating: 18+

genre: smut (hardcore duh)

Word count:idk count yourself?? Just kidding its long asf *wink wink*

summary: there's no plot,this is just for horny san fans

warnings: MDNI-All characters in these stories are 18+,a lot of my work contains taboo?Genres so if your triggered by that please don't read,probably contains cursing

She shut off the water once tub was full of warm, soapy water. Shedding the housecoat she slipped in. For the next thirty minutes y/n washed herself. Honeysuckle soap lathered over her creamy skin, and lavish conditioner through her auburn locks.

Out of the bath she dried her hair and it fell in loose curls just past her breasts. A sweet body mist on her skin, lip gloss on her lips, mascara and eyeliner around her blue eyes. Her hands roamed over her soft stomach, small but perky breasts, and pert ass. Before she could really enjoy herself y/n remembered Sans biggest rule. No touching herself alone. Besides, she had to finish getting ready for him.

Her outfit was one she had worn a few times, and always had a good time in. Red lace sheer bra, red lace panties with a slit between her legs, and sheer red over the knee stockings. The final touch was putting her black leather collar on. Oh, and some body glitter on her cheek bones and breasts.

All ready y/n checked the time and hurried downstairs. San would be home shortly. By the front door she kneeled, bum on her heels, hands upside down on her thighs, looking straight ahead. It was only a few minutes later that the door was unlocked and open.

San stepped in, eyes automatically checking to see if y/n was in position. He closed the door behind him. His suit jacket and briefcase were dropped on a living room sofa. Sir walked back to stand before his Pet.

"Been a very stressful day for me, how is Pet feeling?" Sir asks.

"Horny, Sir." She replies.

"Have you touched yourself at all?"

"No Sir."

"Poor Pet, horny all day and unable to touch herself. What can Pet do to earn herself an orgasm?"

"Use my mouth to make Sir cum."

"Get to work then."

Pet lifted herself to stand on her knees, hands sliding up Sir's legs until one found a bulge in his pants. She rubbed it gently as her other hand worked at his belt, button, zipper. Pet used both hands to push his pants and boxers down. Sir's hard cock sprung in front of her. Pet licked her lips excitedly.

She used one hand to cup and massage his balls. Her other hand stroked his cock twice before lifting it up so that she could drag the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Pet becomes more eager with her licks, rougher with her tongue all along his shaft, wet kisses peppered along the way. The hand cupping his balls cups and squeezes them. They're full of cum and Pet is so desperate to receive it. She moves her head to the tip of his cock. Her tongue glides around the head, then that thin line where the head meets the shaft. A drip of precum appears and she licks it away hungrily.

Pet wraps her mouth around the head and hums. Sir groans and his fingers slide into her hair.

She takes another half inch in, her lips tight around him, and begin to suck. Her head moves back and forth, every few times she tries to take a little bit more in. Blowjobs were still a skill she was working to improve. Pet had been practicing on toys and Sir himself, yet she still had only worked her way to taking half of sir in her mouth. One hand is on his thigh to support herself, and the other begins to pump the bottom of his cock.

"More." San demands.

Pet takes a moment to focus on relaxing her throat and neck. She slowly pushes herself until her gag reflex starts before pulling back. She does this four more times. Each time gets a little better, more comfortable. On the fifth time San grips y/ns hair tighter and holds her in place. Just over half his cock is in her mouth and starting down her throat.

Y/n fights the gag, eyes watering. Just when the lack of air becomes an issue San releases her. She pulls off his cock and takes a few deep breathes. Saliva drips over her bottom lips and shines on his cock. Once y/n is recovered San gives his next batch of instructions.

"Both hands on my thighs, relax your throat, eyes on me."

Y/n does as he says of course. San holds chunks of her hair firmly after lining up his cock with her mouth. He starts with slow gentle thrusts with his cock going in as far as it did before. Then he picks up the pace. Her eyes are on his but his eyes are watching his cock slide into her mouth. The pace gets tougher, harder, the tip of his cock just tickling her gag reflex every time he goes in deeply. Pet is starting to like the burn. Tears slowly drip down her cheeks from the feeling. Sans thrusts become hard enough that of he wasn't holding onto her hair and her hands weren't on his thighs that she'd be flung back.

Y/n watches as Sir's face begins to go red and scrunch up a little. His thighs tighten. And then he is cumming down her throat and in her mouth.. Three thick shots of cum, the last one dribbling over her lips. Sir holds himself until he softens a little before pulling out.

"Crawl to the mirror." San tells her.

There was a full-length mirror on the door to the coat closet. She crawls over on her hands and knees to study her reflection. Y/ns eyeliner and mascara is streaked down her face from the tears. Sparkles all over, eyes watery and a little red. Her cheeks were flushed and lips swollen. Saliva coated her lips and chin, mingled with his cum. Her throat felt rough.

San crouched on one knee behind her. His fingers found her pussy. The middle finger slid back and forth along her folds.

"What a wet Pet." He croons "Does that look like a Pet who used her mouth well?"

"Yes Sir."

"So fucking horny. My Pet is such a slut, face all rough from my cock and now you want it in your pussy?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

"Stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands on the mirror with you leaning forwards." San stood and shed the rest of his clothes.

Once Pet was in position Sir stood behind her. His hands came around and cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out. He let them go with a final slap to them. He gripped her hip and lined himself up with her pussy. The head of his cock dragged over her folds until the head was wet. He pushed in until he was completely inside her. His hand wrapped itself in her hair and yanked back until she was watching her own reflection. He made eye contact with her through the mirror.

"Such a slutty Pet."

Sir didn't start gentle like he did with her mouth. Right away his thrusts were brutal. The air was pushed from her lungs with every thrust. The sound of how wet she was filled the air. With Pet's hands against the mirror Sir could move his hand from her hip and slap her breasts again.

Pet looked her body over in the mirror. Breasts bouncing and red and nipples swollen. When Sir thrust forward the energy continued and rippled along her stomach and thighs. She could just barely make out the sight of him sliding into her, balls swinging back and forth.

"Pet like being a rough fuck toy for me to use?" San grunted and slapped her ass.

"Yes Sir, I do." Y/n moaned, her legs starting to shake.

In response Sir reached around and pinched her clit. She cried out, a coil of heat tightening in her middle. He twisted her clit and she exploded. Pet screamed and shook and electrifying heat sprung through her body. Her body twisted with pleasure. Sir let go of her hair and grabbed her hips to continue slamming into her as her pussy gripped tightly. It wasn't until her muscles began to relax that he came inside her. Multiple loads of cum filled her. Sir groaned and let go. Pet fell off his now sock cock and onto the ground, still able to see herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked glazed, spots of red all over her body, and even some of Sir's cum dripped out on her, the cum from earlier still on her chin.

"Rest a moment, wash your face, and put on a long dress. Nothing on underneath. We have company coming over tonight. No cleaning up any cum that leaves your pussy."

"Yes Sir."