he so breathtaking it actually makes me emotional

김승민 ─── you want it too, sweetheart?

smut below the cut - minors gtfo.

it was a typical summer night, the kind where the air is thick with warmth but the breeze carries a soft, calming touch. the windows of your house were open, letting in the coolness of the evening, the air gentle and comforting as it wrapped around your body.

you lay in bed, your body half-hidden under the delicate folds of white sheets, the soft fabric clinging to your form in a way that was both innocent and enticing. your nightgown, thin and light, molded to your curves in a quiet, serene way. the room was bathed in the dim, tranquil glow of moonlight, the world outside still and peaceful.

it was a perfect night.

until it wasn’t.

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mdni!!

Seungmin being a whimpering mess for you <3

OT8 SKZ Headcannons:

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OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy

Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!

first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*

smut below the cut….

im cumming untouched

CLAIMED | K.SM (mdni)

His fingers are fucking brutal inside you. Three fingers jammed deep, knuckles grinding mercilessly against your G-spot, stretching your slick cunt walls until you feel like you might actually tear. You gasp against the sweat-damp pillowcase, hips thrashing uselessly, pinned beneath the solid weight of his forearm digging into your lower belly. He owns this. Owns your reaction. Owns the pathetic whimpers breaking from your lips.

His other hand isn't gentle either. It’s fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back at an agonizing angle, exposing the frantic pulse in your throat like an offering. He likes seeing you strained, helpless, neck arched, utterly at his mercy. His eyes, dark pits of possessive intensity, devour you, watching the way your inner lips clench desperately around his violating fingers and the thick, creamy slickness welling up, coating his hand, dripping onto the already stained sheets.

"Fucking look at this mess," he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scrapes against your raw nerves. He deliberately shifts his fingers, spreading you wider, rubbing his thumb cruelly over your swollen, hypersensitive clit. "You're practically leaking like a broken faucet just from my fingers, aren't you? So needy. So fucking easy."

You sob, a choked, humiliating sound. The rough stimulation, the degrading words – it’s sending you spiraling, pleasure and shame twisting into an unbearable knot low in your gut. "Seungmin... please... ah... stop..."

"Stop?" He laughs harshly, clearly enjoying how much of a mess you are becoming. He leans down, fast, pressing his mouth hard against yours before you can utter another pathetic plea. It’s not a kiss; it’s a seal. His lips are firm, demanding, trapping your breath, trapping your moans. His tongue thrusts inside, rough and insistent, tasting the desperation, the fear, the undeniable heat you radiate. While his mouth violates yours, his fingers inside you pick up a vicious, relentless rhythm – plunging deep, then grinding hard against that spot, over and over.

You struggle, gagging against his tongue and the sheer intensity. But his hold is iron, his purpose absolute. He wants to hear you break, but he wants to taste it first. Your muffled screams vibrate against his lips, becoming part of him, feeding the dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes when he finally pulls back just enough for you to gasp a ragged breath.

Your lips are wet, stinging, probably bruised. Spittle and slickness mix at the corners of your mouth. You look utterly debauched.

"Not stopping 'til you tell me," he pants, his own breath coming hard now, forehead beaded with sweat against yours. His fingers resume their merciless assault inside you. "Moan it right into my mouth, baby." He lowers his head again, lips hovering just above yours, close enough for you to feel the heat and smell his arousal. "Tell me who this dripping cunt belongs to. Who owns every pathetic little whimper falling from these pretty lips?" He thrusts his fingers deep, eliciting another choked cry. "Say it."

The orgasm is clawing at you, sharp and blinding. You can barely think through the overwhelming sensations, the humiliation, the relentless fucking of his fingers. But you know what he wants. What he needs to hear.

"Y-You..." you sob, the word torn from you as another wave crashes through you. He presses his mouth firmly against yours again, capturing the sound. "Mmphh... Yours... Always..." You try to scream his name as the climax finally shatters you, but it's swallowed whole, vibrating against his lips, his tongue delving deep to taste the peak of your release, the confession, the absolute claim. Your body convulses violently around his fingers, hot slickness flooding out, coating his hand, soaking his grey sweatpants where his cock is bulging violently, all while his mouth devours your broken sounds.

He keeps his mouth pressed to yours, keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, riding out the violent aftershocks, ensuring you feel every last humiliating tremor while tasting your complete submission. Only when you go limp beneath him, trembling and boneless, does he finally withdraw his fingers with a wet, obscene squelch.

He lifts his head, pulling his mouth away. A thick strand of saliva, mixed with your fluids, connects your lips for a moment before snapping. He looks down at you, face flushed, chest heaving, lips wet and slightly swollen from consuming your cries, before he brings his slick fingers – coated in your cum – up to his own mouth, slowly, deliberately licking them clean, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

"Good," he breathes, the word a final brand. "Fucking knew you remembered." He leans down, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your bruised lips before rolling off, leaving you soaked, trembling, utterly ravaged, and tasting nothing but him and your own filthy surrender.

kim seungmin + corruption kink/oral fixation/innocence kink

“You ever had someone go down on you before?”

The question lands like a slap—low, smug, right against your inner thigh as Seungmin’s mouth moves higher, leaving a trail of heat with every kiss.

You shake your head, breath stuttering, heart pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it. “N-no…”

He chuckles. Quiet, pleased. His lips brush your skin again, softer this time. “Yeah. I figured.”

You’re already spread out for him—laid back, trembling, soaked through your panties like you’ve been waiting for this moment your whole life. Like you were made for this. And maybe you were.

Seungmin drags a hand up your thigh, slow and easy. Like he has all night to take you apart.

“You always get this wet just from someone talking dirty?” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to catch your reaction. “That innocent little brain of yours must be short-circuiting right now.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Just slides his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, lets them snap back against your skin with a soft pop before tugging them down—inch by inch, deliberate, like he’s unwrapping a gift.

The second you’re bare, he freezes. Stares. And then exhales like it physically knocked the wind out of him.

“Fuck. Look at you.” His voice drops lower, almost reverent. “Dripping and untouched. You’ve really been keeping this all to yourself?”

Your face burns, but you nod—shaky, exposed, helpless under his gaze.

He grins. “That’s adorable.”

Then his expression shifts—his smile softens into something darker, more dangerous. Like he’s already ten steps ahead, imagining everything he’s going to do to you.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he says, steady as ever, voice calm and precise like he’s delivering a fact. “You realize that, right?”

You nod before your brain can catch up.

“Good girl.”

He doesn’t waste another second.

The moment his mouth touches you, everything else disappears. His lips are soft, tongue slow, licking into you like he’s savoring every inch. Long, teasing strokes that make your toes curl and your spine arch.

You gasp—sharp and high—and he groans like that sound alone is enough to get him off.

“Mm, fuck,” he mutters into you, voice muffled by your pussy. “Knew you’d taste sweet. But this? Shit. You’re gonna ruin me right back.”

He starts working you over like it’s a challenge. Like he needs to know exactly how to break you with just his mouth.

Your hands find his hair, gripping tight, not to pull him away—but to keep him right there.

“Already shaking,” he murmurs, tongue flicking your clit in short, fast strokes that make your legs jerk. “How’d you go this long without someone doing this to you? That’s criminal.”

You try to answer—anything—but all that comes out is a whimper.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes, dragging his tongue lower, then back up in one slow, filthy lick. “I’ll make sure you never go without again.”

He grips your thighs, pulls you closer, his mouth greedier now—messy, wet, loud. The kind of head that feels like worship and destruction at the same time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispers against you, voice too tender for how rough his tongue is working you. “Let go. Wanna hear you fall apart.”

It takes one more flick—perfect and precise—and then you’re gone.

You cry out, hips bucking, thighs closing in around his head. He groans, sucking you through it, like he loves the way you shake, the way you moan his name like a prayer.

When you finally go limp, chest heaving, he pulls back—face soaked, lips shiny, eyes blown wide.

He licks his lips slowly, smirking. “Pretty little virgin pussy,” he says, voice rough. “You think I’m stopping after just one?”

He moves up your body, mouth finding your neck, fingers already sliding between your thighs again.

“No, baby. We’re just getting started.”

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nothing appropriate to say….

Chan feeling some type of way about his late night workout.

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Cause why does this lowkey sound like him…🫦

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