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you really hadn’t expected your night to go this way. it was really just meant to be a cute and fun girls night and yet here you are, locked inside the club bathroom, with some random man you met tonight. but he’s not just any random man. he’s the most exquisite man you think you’ve ever laid eyes on and he’s got you pressed up against the lip of the bathroom vanity. his hands are gripping you everywhere, desperate to have you.
Can you do a smut with wonwoo taking pictures before and during sex?
ఇ wonwoo and vagina having!reader
ఇ warnings: smut! not proof read and as usual: written while sleepy!
ఇ wc: 1350 ♡︎
ఇ notes: these all seemed similar so i lumped them together. the end result is a bit different from the prompts, i’m so sorry!! i was struggling with this one a bit and im not sure why 🥺 i’m also sorry this took forever and thank you for being so patient, i hope you like it ✩
[9:48 pm] - wonwoo
“pay attention,” he’s chastising you, albeit playfully “trust me, this is the best part”! you don’t know how he’s managed to stay this calm, when you can’t even hardly catch your breath, let alone stop shaking long enough to steady the camera in your hands. you also don’t know if he means for you to pay attention to him or the movie he insisted on putting on.
“shut up,” you huff, adjusting yourself on the couch, careful to not squeeze his head between your legs “it’s not as if you’re going to quiz me when it’s over,” you pause waiting for confirmation, after several seconds of silence you gasp “are you”? a deep laugh rumbles from him as he rests his head against the inner part of your thigh. “wonwoo!” you complain, knowing how he enjoys teasing you.
“‘m serious,” he starts, looking at you and continuing before you can cut him off “about paying attention. it’s hotter that way.” he moves forward grabbing your wrists angling them downward, making sure they’re able to capture everything that’s about to happen.
patiently waiting for you to come back because i just realized we’re mutuals and nfjxofkejxj OMG HI
HI MY LOVE!! i’m planning a comeback super soon! i’m working on some stuff tonight to get queued up for this weekend. i’m sorry i've been gone so long: work has been so busy. i miss everyone and writing so much 😭
how about some writings for hansol eating you out and spitting on it..? 🫣
ఇ vernon and gn!reader
ఇ warnings: smut! not proof read! written while sleepy!
ఇ wc: 401 ♡︎
ఇ notes: i’m so sorry this took forever! thank you for being so patient, i hope you like it 🥺
(2:21 am)
“so nasty,” you say to him with a scrunch of your nose, as the sound of his spit hits you.
hiii love ur writing!! if you can, could you write for ot13 or your bias' reaction to their s/o kissing them on a variety show or live broadcast? (+ their relationship is public and accepted hehe) thankyouu!!
hi there angel, i appreciate you so, so much! i’m so sorry this took forever but i hope you like it! 🥺♡︎
ఇ just a few little thoughts i’ve had on the levels of romanticism from the svts ♡︎
seungcheol, mingyu, wonwoo, jun, dk: romantic but shy
↬ blushes when he grabs your hand, avoids eye contact while saying he loves you, eyes pinched shut when you share kisses, ignores the way you look at him when he plays with your fingers as you talk
seungkwan, dino, joshua: romantic and knows
↬ makes a big deal out of dates, constantly posting about you on socials, needs everyone to know you’re his s/o, smug grin and laughter when you get embarrassed by it, makes a point to send you flowers at work weekly, cooking you dinner on the weekends and asking you how you like it. please validate him, he needs it!
minghao, woozi, jeonghan: effortlessly romantic
↬ taken by surprise when you say he’s done something sweet, small smile and a nod when you thank him for it, automatically holding doors open for you, pulling your chair out at the table, pays for your things without you knowing just bc he loves you and wants you to have it, wiping food from your mouth, pushing hair behind your ears as you eat, walks on the outside of the sidewalk to make sure you’re safe
vernon, hoshi: effortful romantic
↬ tries, he really does. there’s no doubt that he loves you, he just can’t seem to understand your love language as well as he’d like to, but continues to do everything he can to figure it out. burns dinner, buys flowers you’re allergic to, clumsy date planning (they’re usually more fun that way anyway)! picks the busiest night to eat at a specific restaurant, takes you to a date location that is closed for the day, getting caught in the rain on a picnic date
“slow down,” he’s practically begging you “please, sl-slow down or i’m going to bust” his head is thrown back against the headboard. with newfound determination you manage to grind yourself down harder on his hips, pushing him deeper inside. “babe,” he tries warning in a stern voice “i’m serious”.
a small sigh leaves your lips as you pout, lifting the shirt that is covering where the two of you are connected. bringing your hips to a deep, slow grind you whine. “but baby,” you lull your head to the side, your eyes glazed over in a pleasure filled haze “your cock feels so good”. your head rolls back as you close your eyes and speed up your pace again, while reaching down passed your tummy to give your clit the attention it needed. you let out a loud, straggled groan at the added stimulation. small huffs of seungcheol’s name and strings of cursing fly from your mouth. seungcheol is in awe watching you; he’s never seen you this desperate for pleasure before and he’s becoming addicted to it.
seungcheol is quick to action when you pick up the pace, tightening his grip on your thighs, sticky from the mess you’re making on his lap. as his grip tightens seungcheol forces you to stop all your movements. just when you’re about to protest he braces his feet to the mattress and brings your hips up, lifting you from him, then drops you down as he thrusts up into you, fucking you from below.
a loud moan leaves your chest as you throw your head back, holding on to his arms, leaving marks as you steady yourself. “‘m gonna cum soon,” seungcheol warns as he sits up straighter and tangles a hand in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. he leans forward enough to leave wet kisses on your pulse points as he drills into you.
seungcheol is breathing against your neck when you feel yourself begin to let go, “cumming, seungcheol” you pant as he begins to fuck you harder. you’re so desperate for release you can hear his movements within you as much as you feel them, which turns you on even more. before you know it you’re reciting “i’m cumming” as if it were a mantra as you squeeze around seungcheol. you’re gripping his head to steady yourself, actively pushing him deeper into your neck.
“fuck,” seungcheol grunts as your high washes over you and you tighten around his cock. he’s leaving soothing kisses on your neck as your grip on him loosens. seungcheol manages to bring his forehead to yours leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips while you continue to moan out his name. your hips are still grinding down on his lap as you ride out your high and hope that seungcheol is close to his. “almost there baby,” he whispers against your lips “so good for me, angel. just like that, keep moving just like that, you feel so fucking good.” a few more rolls of your hips and mentions of how good he feels and how big he is and he’s a goner. seungcheol’s hips falter as his pace becomes uneven and he’s digging his fingers into your hips to keep you steady. he’s thrown his head back against the headboard again as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim.
you sit on his lap and wiggle your hips as he comes down, teasing him slightly, only stopping when he says your name in a soft warning. “fine,” you pout “you’re so mean to me… never let me have any fun.” you pretend to be mad, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing it out, jutting your chin and turning your head away from him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
seungcheol sighs, dragging his hand over his face before rubbing his temples to calm himself down before questioning you, “then what was all of this?”
it’s been hard. nothing is going your way, everything that can go wrong does and it somehow always ends up being your fault. at least according to your boss. you’ve been going through life in a fog, lately and can’t seem to break out of it. you’re lost in thought when a sudden voice breaks you out of it “what’s that? what’s been hard?”
shit you hadn’t meant to say that aloud. you look up, eyes meeting seungcheol’s confused gaze. “oh you know,” you trail off slowly “just silly work stuff, i guess” you shrug your shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant.
“babe,” it’s his stern voice: the one he uses when he knows he has to gently, and lovingly, pry something from you, “what’s really bothering you?”
you take a deep breath in your nose and exhale slowly through your mouth. “okay,” you pat your palms against your thighs, rubbing them up and down while you slowly gain the courage to become vulnerable “it’s not just silly stuff at work,” you begin. after the initial hump of uncertainty you start to spill your thoughts without hesitation.
seungcheol sits quietly and patiently, waiting for you to finish venting your stress and frustration, gently patting your thigh or intertwining his fingers with yours so you know you’re being heard, without interruption. once you’ve finished you take another deep breath and release it before bowing your head in exhaustion. you hadn’t realized how hard the stress at work had really been weighing on you. tears slowly begin to build on your lash line before spilling over.
“oh no,” seungcheol speaks gently, placing a hand to your head to bring you to his shoulder “honey you’re doing just fine,” his fingers rub soothing circles on your scalp as he tries to calm you “i know it’s been hard, but you’re doing such a good job,” you nod slowly, heartbeat beginning to slow, regulating itself. “if you’re so uncomfortable there we can always look around for new places. places that will value you the way you deserve. or, better yet,” hearing the mischief in his voice you tilt your head up to look at his face “you can just stay home and relax, no need to have a job at all!”
“seungcheol, i cannot just stay home and mooch off of you,” you lay your head back down on his chest and pout “that’s not fair to you.”
he laughs, nodding slowly. “you’re not upset at the thought of staying home at all are you,” he questions, raising an eyebrow lightheartedly “you just don’t know how you’d spend all your free time or the money on my black card”
you gasp, feigning offense, and hit him on the chest as you start giggling. “cheol!” you chide before placing your head back down against him, nuzzling closer in to his warmth “maybe you’re right”
what about maybe angst/hurt to comfort with mingyu, it could be a really stupid argument they’re both feeling stubborn over & then some cute fluff/smut at the end 🥹🙏🏻
ఇ mingyu and gn!reader
ఇ warnings: smut! alcohol consumption mentioned! not proof read! written while sleepy so i hope it makes sense!
ఇ wc: 1,597 (this was really only supposed to be a short blurb)
ఇ notes: i’m so sorry this took forever! i’ve been so busy with work. i hope this is alright! 💗
[4:33 am]
“you’re drunk,” you say to him, voice monotone “i’m done talking about this until you’ve sobered up and i’ve calmed down”. you close the front door behind him, as he stumbles in. he crosses his arms and juts out a hip in annoyance. if he wasn’t as drunk as he is now you know he’d roll his eyes, but at the moment he can’t even manage that.
he huffs, starting to move passed you and shakes his head “whatever,” he wobbles on unsteady legs, running into the entry wall. you move to help him level himself and in pure, emotional, instinct he pushes your hand away. “ve’got it,” he mumbles, just barely securing his footing and slowly walks by you. bending over to take off your shoes, you sigh at his outburst. hearing you he stops in his tracks, whipping his body back around “got a problem?” he makes his way back to you, softly running into you as he does so.
any thoughts on virgin jun and giving him a blowie for the first time 🫣
ఇ virgin!jun and gn!reader
ఇ warnings: smut! jun is teased a little bit! if anything else needs tagged lmk!
ఇ wc: 625 (i wanted to do bullet points but i hardly see many pieces for jun so this happened!)
ఇ notes: i had many, many thoughts about this and i thought them every day since u sent this in! i hope this meets your standards, lmk if you liked it! mwah! 💗
“slow,” he squeezes his eyes shut, grip on your hair tightening as he swallows thickly “slow down, please,” he’s begging at this point. you’ve only been working him for five minutes but he’s already too sensitive, ready to explode.
you take him out of your mouth and look up at him “you asked for it to be messy and now you’re begging me to slow down,” you tease him, holding him in your hand, stroking slowly “make up your mind, jun, baby,” you stick your tongue out and softly lick at his tip.
OH MY GOD HI!!! PLEASE THINK ABOUT THIS WITH ME BECAUSE I'M GOING CRAZY: https://x.com/kinulta/status/1758079004891119867?t=gqoiVpFsS-sWDhu2m910jw&s=19
this is SO woozi... he hasn't touched you properly for exactly 2 weeks and you are so so needy... so on a normal day at the studio you go to check it out if he is eating, he simply decides to take a break. he sits with you on the couch, talks a little, until kisses automatically appear. at first, small kisses with smiles on both sides, but everything goes wrong when he puts you on his lap. the pink mouth attacking yours and you can't hold back, letting out a soft moan between the contact. you want him SO MUCH, but you don't force him to do anything or demand anything from him, because you know how busy he is. HOWEVER, he surprises you when he takes out his own cell phone and starts recording a video. you find it strange, but then you understand the real function. he asks you to sit on the floor, so that the camera captures his pretty face well ☝🏻 and his only demand is that you stay quiet. nothing else. like a good girl you obey. you're still so turned on and you only realize how much when he has his fingers in you and his hand over your mouth, working to really keep you still. the little body that hasn't felt this for so many days is overloaded and that's why you cum faster than normal, letting a squeaky, sly noise leave your lips when the orgasm comes... and you think he'll probably finish and go back to work, but once again he surprises you by continuing to play with your sensitive clit and your intimacy, It's SO MUCH, your legs are shaking nonstop and you you can hear the wet noises throughout the studio. you know it’s too much but you still leave him there because you know he probably needed it more than you did and only after the fourth orgasm does he stop, you're exhausted and he hasn't used anything other than his fingers. your mind is blank and you desperately need a hug... he kisses your forehead and fixes your hair, saying that you are a good girl and obeyed him just as he asked. so he stops the recording and whether he'll fuck you afterwards or not... it's up to you, love
please please please please PLEASE
ఇ woozi and gn!reader (mentions of a clit and vagninal insertion!)
ఇ warnings: smut! not proofread! implied squirting maybe? as usual i do not know how to end things so abrupt ending :(
ఇ wc: 2,052
ఇ notes: baby you basically wrote this yourself!! i hope this is okay and im so sorry it’s taken me forever to get it out! ♡︎
weeks. it had been weeks since you last properly saw him, let alone touched him. it was becoming a problem, a very difficult and needy problem. however you had come to the conclusion that you can’t be too upset with him, as your job has kept you away from home just as much as his.
it wasn’t until you had a day off that you had reached your breaking point. you had to see him, today. sitting on your couch all day just waiting for the hours to tick by so you could catch a glimpse of your lover. it was around 7:00 pm when you had given in to your curiosities and decided to go see him yourself.
throwing on a hoodie you grab your essentials and order a taxi. anxiety and anticipation rumble in your tummy, almost bubbling over, along the way. questions bouncing all over your brain. has he been eating? does he rest properly? as you continue thinking the worst your taxi pulls up beside an all too familiar building. you jump out, tip the driver and make your way upstairs, muscle memory taking over.
once you get to where you need to be you hesitantly knock on the door before opening it, briefly exposing his studio to the outside world. “hello,” you call out, softly, only to make your presence known “is anyone here?”
you can hear the sound of keys clacking as you move farther into the room. once you’ve made it far enough in you shyly clear your throat, trying to get his attention, again. this time he reacts to you, jumping slightly before turning his neck to see how has interrupted his brainstorming. “oh,” he exclaims “babe, what are you doing here?” he’s not able to hide his excitement as his smile grows wide on his face.
he moves over to you and embraces you tightly. “is this mine,” he asks tugging at the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing. you laugh and nod, mumbling something about how it smells like him and whatnot. the sound of your laugh gets his heart racing and has the tips of his ears burning red at record speed. he’s missed you, that much you can clearly tell.
you lean in to his touch, nuzzling your head into his neck, leaving small pecks. “missed you. missed you a lot, ji” you sigh, finally letting your body relax against his. he hums as he rubs your back. after standing in the middle of his studio for a solid five minutes, muttering “missed you”’s and “i love you”’s to one another, woozi takes your hand and leads you to the couch he has, off to the side, for late nights.
once he’s sat on the cushions he pulls you down, onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in place. he’s rocking you back and forth as you both catch up on the activities and work that’s kept you from each other. “it sucks,” you pout “hate that you’re so good at what you do. it keeps you away from home too much”. he knows you only mildly mean it, knows you’re just being needy and pouty so he lets it go.
you sigh and lean back in to him as he begins to rub soothing circles on your hips, before tapping his fingers to create a beat in his mind. you turn your head into his neck and leave small kisses there, trying to divert his attention away from work and back to you. “ji,” you voice comes out breathy, needy “missed you,” you say it again, batting your eyelashes at him, hoping he catches on this time. he laughs at your failed attempt at nonchalance before adjusting the both of you, so he can plant kisses on your face, your nose, your eyes, your ears, your neck, anywhere he’s able to reach.
[7:37 pm] - gyu
“so pretty,” it’s barely above a whisper, you hardly even catch it. you stop your movements to turn your head from your vanity mirror humming in question. mingyu’s ears flush a deep burgundy before he turns his head the to side and scratches his neck, embarrassed that he was caught. “i said,” he begins, speaking louder than intended, he clears his throat before continuing this time softer “you’re so pretty”.
this time it’s your turn to feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “oh,” you turn your eyes down, looking at your lap “thanks gyu” you chuckle awkwardly.
your relationship with mingyu isn’t a new one, in fact you’ve been together for years and known each other even longer. you just can’t seem to get over the shyness that creeps up whenever he compliments you. was it the way his eyes grow large when you catch him staring? or the way he moves to brush his hair behind his ear, regardless of its length, when he’s gathering the courage to say what he’s thinking? how about the way he grabs your hands and fidgets with your fingers, looking down at them, to distract himself? could it possibly be the way he beams at your reaction to him, as if he’s said the worlds most absurd thing? you honestly couldn’t tell, but whatever it was it had your heart melting every time.
mingyu walks up behind you placing a hand on your head, pulling you from your thoughts. sliding his fingers through your hair he begins petting you, soft smile on his face. “can i watch you,” he asks timidly. you nod your head, expecting him to go back to his spot at the end of your shared bed but instead he stays put, watching you intently from behind.
mingyu continues playing with your hair as you finish the routine he interrupted, briefly asking questions about things you were putting on your face and the process you had.
once all was said and done your finishing spray was nice and dry and you’re ready to face the day. you do a quick once over in the mirror before turning to look up at mingyu “what do you think? does it look okay,” you ask, expecting a simple answer. mingyu’s eyes widen and he quickly brings his hand up to his neck, rubbing furiously. he nods before whispering a soft “pretty”. you smile and thank him before standing, reaching out to grab the belongings you planned to bring out with you before heading to the front door. mingyu takes your hand, intertwining your fingers as you walk out of your home and into the outside world, mumbling a bashful “with or without make up, you’re beautiful.”