(Smut) Female Reader Is Just Really Desperate For Jongho

anyways i really need someone to casually rub my p*ssy absentmindedly while theyre busy doing something else. im laying beside them moaning out for more as they gently stroke me, hardly even paying me any attention. i get super overstimulated and want to cum so bad but i need more to be able to. i keep begging for release and all of a sudden they pin me down and shove theyre fingers inside of me and force me to cum, saying “this is what you wanted right, angel?”

this look? superior™

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sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. 

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. 

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. 

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. 

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

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hi! can i please request yunho and 30, 37, 117? soft smut though? dom!yunho practically love making to fem!y/n😭 please and thank you!!

Amative | JYH

Member: dom!Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: Soft smut

Words: 407

Prompt(s):

30. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

37. “You’re mine.”

117. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Sat at the kitchen table on his laptop, Yunho’s attention strays to you putting away clean dishes. Even when you’re doing the most mundane things, Yunho still becomes captivated by you, getting lost in his thoughts of you. When you stand upright from placing a pot under the counter, you notice his gaze.

“What?” You ask with a grin and continue with your chore.

“Nothing,” he says, focusing back on his computer, smiling to himself.

After you put away the last few plates, you walk around the breakfast bar to where he is sitting. You drape your arms over his shoulders and nuzzle your face into his neck.

“What are you all smiley about?” You question, words muffled against his neck, making him laugh at how it tickles.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm?” You hum and gently kiss his skin, “It’s not nothing.”

Your mouth carefully teases him until you hear him sigh.

“I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Without looking, you know his eyes are closed

“Scoot back.” You pat his chest and move around to his side as he pushes his chair further from the table.

His hands naturally help you to straddle him. Once seated, your fingers thread through his hair, and he swoops in to capture your lips. Your hips barely rock against him, making him grip your waist harder. 

“You’re mine.”

You pull back enough to look into his eyes in confusion.

“Did something happen?”

“No, I just like saying it because sometimes I can’t believe it,” he simply answers with a fond gaze that makes you melt.

Without waiting any longer, he guides you back to his lips with a gentle hand holding your chin. Once you get back into the rhythm, he helps grind your clothed heat harder against his hardening member at a leisurely pace. Usually, these spontaneous moments are rougher and more desperate, but this change is nice. Every touch is meaningful and tender, making you feel so emotionally in tune with your boyfriend.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he manages to say when you begin kissing down his neck again.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you tease with a subtle grin as you withdraw from your soft attack on his neck.

“Let’s go to our room.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Not like that tonight,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Just say my name.”

omg pervy soob is so precious 🥺 he will either be a bottom or service top and it’s gonna be so messy bc he’s trying not to cum too soon but will also rearrange your guts bc he’s so big and so eager to please you and so excited that he’s FINALLY able to touch you 😔

yessss, sex with Soobin is the messiest, he’s a big boy with a big dick who just cums way too much

he’s for sure a bottom when you start out, just a helpless whiny mess underneath you who cums too soon, too fast. he can barely believe that you wanna sit on his dick, let alone that he might actually be allowed to touch you 😢 so he just lets you pin him down and use him to get yourself off 😭

after the first few times you guide his hands across your body, though, it starts to actually click with him that he IS allowed to touch you. he stills asks for permission every time, because you love hearing him beg to touch you, to get you off, but you can never deny him for too long. the more active he is, the needier he is for praise—he just wants to make you feel good so bad, wants to make sure that he’s doing it right

when he finally actually tops you, he’s more nervous even than the first time you had sex, just constantly asking what you want, if it feels good—he’d honestly prefer it if you just order him around for the whole night, he’s more comfortable following instructions.

one of the big differences between you and him topping is that when you’re riding him, you can control how fast and how much of that massive dick you’re taking; when Soobin’s topping, though, ’rearranging your guts’ is almost painfully accurate in this scenario 😭 service top Soobin fucks you until you’re drooling and incoherent and still asks if he’s doing a good job 🥺

he is so so soooooo careful when he starts fucking you, short shallow little thrusts because you’re just so little underneath him 🥺 he doesn’t wanna hurt you 🥺 (he also doesn’t want to cum too fast 😭) but your tiny body takes his huge cock so well, so easily, and you keep demanding more, so soon enough he’s gripping your hips and fucking into you with sharp, quick thrusts, not wanting to spend anymore time not inside of you than he absolutely needs to.

Soobin’s so big that it doesn’t matter what angle he’s fucking you from, he’s pressing into your g-spot with every thrust, and combined with his thumb clumsily circling your clit, he’s dragging you over the edge into overstimulation without even trying. poor boy is so used to you fucking him well after he’s spent, though, that he just takes the clench of your muscles around him as a sign to keep going—and you can’t tell him to slow down when you can’t even string two words together. he ends up curled over you, one big hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close while the other’s fisted in the sheets beside your head, face buried in your neck as he begs for you to tell him that he’s doing good, that he’s your good boy. and because you’re too fucked out to tell him when to stop, he’ll just end up going until he physically can’t, until you’ve gone from dragging your nails down his back and keening from the mix of pleasure and pain to a limp, drooling wreck under him, until he’s made an overstimulated mess out of the both of you.

(there is a part of him that is secretly SO proud of the fact that he can fuck you stupid, seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you struggle to string more than two words together has his sweet baby heart fluttering💞)

god, and the mess—this boy cums so much that it starts spilling out of you before he’s even finished filling you up, and no matter how many times you ruin him, he’ll never stop being embarrassed about it. he’ll whine and blush, but Soobin secretly loves it when you tease him for how much he cums—make him cum all over himself, then scold him for being so sloppy and make him lick it off your fingers✨ he’ll be hard again in minutes, i promise✨ sit on his face and make him eat his own cum out of you while it drips all over him✨ he WILL see stars✨

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Parapraxis (C.Sn.)

‘Parapraxis -noun-

Def.-a minor error in action, such as slips of the tongue, supposedly the result of repressed impulses See also Freudian slip’

or

San’s voice is familiar to you…you’ve heard it plenty of nights before.

Now you have a face to pair with the voice playing through your headphones.

Pairing: Choi San x Non Binary Reader

*Note: They/Them Pronouns used for Reader but Reader does have a vagina

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Humor, Fluff, College Au, Non-Idol Au, Sex Worker Au 

Tws: Swearing, Thunderstorms

Sws: Sex Work (Adult Voice Acting), Auralism (Audio Kink), Sex Toys, Masturbation, Gender Neutral Petnames (Baby, Bunny, Kitten), Sexual Fantasies, Fingering,  Unprotected Sex, Creampie, DIrty Talk, Light Degredation

WC: 5k+ (wheeze, this was supposed to be a timestamp lmaooo)

A/N: Happy San Day, everytiny. I managed to crank this one out in two days and I hope you all enjoy it! If any of my readertiny would like me to rewrite this in an alt verson where the reader has a dick instead (still using gender neutral terms) then feel free to let me know and I’d really appreciate it if you lovelies could like, reblog/share, and review!  Enjoy! 

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did the timestamp just cause the inspo for my yeo fic died 💔 hoping to finisu

23:08PM—.

cw: soft!dom wooyoung x afab reader. although there's no gendered terms, there's A LOT of pet names. slight choking. slight exhibitionism. slight dumbification. hand job. praising. dirty talk. overall sweetness? kinda.

"what is it, love?"

wooyoung's voice made its way to your ears through the thick silence in the room, only interrupted by the constant buzzing of his phone from the game he was playing with one hand, while the other was busy toying with the ripped fabric of your jeans, occasionally brushing your skin with his finger pads.

you were sitting by his side on the couch, body slightly stiff and ears slightly red. the night was slowly coming to an end after having had an equally noisy and filled with laughter dinner with your boyfriend and his seven group members. one would think that after that you would be tired and looking forward to sleep, but you weren't. you weren't, because after weeks of promotion of their latest release (which meant, weeks of not seeing wooyoung), you were finally with him and his company right now was doing more to you than only calming the anxiety that you both felt without the other in previous days.

he couldn't tell, or maybe he could, but he had been working you up the entire night with whispered words when nobody was looking, lingering touches in the right places (your wrists, the small of your back, the strands of hair he was so eager tu pull behind your ear, and even your lower tummy when hugging you from behind), and his more-stunning-than-ever looks. whether it was his intention or not, you couldn't tell either, but now that everybody was in their rooms with only seonghwa in the shower and getting ready to sleep, your body was reacting to his in ways you couldn't even start to comprehend. you blamed it in the feeling of longing and the loneliness you felt for so long, but even the smallest caress of his fingers on top of your knee would take your breath away.

and judging by the sly smirk in his face, he knew.

instead of answering you looked down at his hands on your lap. his pretty, veiny and somewhat tanned hands, that were always so careful when touching you. you almost choked when he squeezed your soft thigh to get your attention, and when you looked up, you recognized the glint of mischief in his eyes.

"what is my baby thinking? you're very quiet today," the sing-song tone in his voice wasn't going away and you frowned.

"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?," you looked significantly at the bathroom door a few meters down the hallway, "because you know we can't do anything right now?"

"what do you mean, what am i doing? does my hand on your leg bother you that much? besides..." he drew himself closer to your body, smile growing wider when you tried to press your back to the couch to avoid him, "... who said we can't do anything?"

the scandalized look on your face made him chuckle, not too loud, but still loud in the depth of the night. he retreated to his original place and patted his own thigh, singling you to sit on it. you hesitated again, gaze going from his inviting eyes to the bathroom door and viceversa time and time again.

"c'mon, he's only entered now and he takes his sweet time to shower. you're not gonna get caught"

after a few more seconds you nodded and straddled his thigh, purposefully ignoring the word you in his last sentence, knowing fully well he was teasing you and ignoring his antics would throw him off. you placed your weight carefully on his leg and your hands on his chest, always conscious as to not to accidentally hurt him. you looked down at his face and sighed, feeling more at ease with the proximity of his body and his smiley face a few inches away from yours.

he then kissed you, hands instantly placing themselves on your hips and tongue poking out to tease your lower lip. you groaned, allowing him to control the kiss while you busied yourself with locking one of your hands on the shorter hair of his nape and yanking at it from time to time, enjoying the sounds he made with particularly harsh tugs. it all escalated quickly, and you broke the kiss with a whimper, leaning your forehead in his when he started rocking your body back and forth over his leg, softly at first. you were both fully clothed, meaning the tight fabric of your pants wasn't helping you to get the friction you knew you needed, but the sudden force with which he guided your movements created enough pressure for you to moan in his mouth.

you blindly reached out to his crotch, finding his almost rock hard erection confined inside his sweats.

"take it out, pretty one," his voice startled you but you were quick to obey. one nervous glance of yours to the door and wooyoung smiled, eyes dark and amused by your speed despite the hesitance still bubbling in your throat.

"that's right, good job..." he threw his head back with a groan when you started pumping him, smearing the thick pearled drop of precum over his head and even spitting on your hand in a show of boldness, which caused him to look at you with wide, lustful eyes and help you pick up the pace of your hips "you're doing a good job my little pet"

the praise caught you off guard, so you let your head fall on the crook of his neck for a few moments, eyelids droopy and lips plump and red from biting so hard. wooyoung grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a passionate kiss and you then let more of your weight fall on his thigh, the pressure on your clit almost unbearable.

it was messy, spit and tongue here and there, and if the wet sounds of your kissing didn't alerted seonghwa of something going on outside, the moans and groans slipping past yours and your lover's lips sure did. you didn't knew why, but the thought of wooyoung's friend hearing the whole thing made your stomach flip wildly and your boyfriend noticed, taking notes on the way your muscles contracted and you started to loose control in your hand.

his lips trailed down the side of your neck, nibbling and sucking as to suffocate his own pleasure sounds a little bit. he was then back to your ear and as his hand sneaked up to wrap around your throat, he whispered.

"you do like this, don't you sweetheart? you like that he might be hearing you using me to get off?," you choked back a cry, the pressure of his thumb enough to cut a little the air influx yet you still managed to nod, lightheaded as you were and vision so clouded by pleasure that you wouldn't even mind having everyone seeing you at that moment, "my dumb little thing, you can't even answer me properly"

you were both almost there, hanging from a cliff and waiting for sweet release as he was practically fucking himself into your hand and at this rate, your hips didn't had any sort of rhythm or even a pattern, just erratic movements in the chase of your high.

"he could be out any moment now, pet," he kissed your jaw, still holding your neck and pressing harder with every second, "he would see you so fucked out, so pretty for me"

that was your last straw, the ringing in your ears was deafening and a new trail of curses and breathy moans leaving your mouth as you came made wooyoung twitch in your hand, your voice was the sweetest melody in his ears and being able to hear you and see you like this —lips parted, cheeks tinted and so tired, yet so satisfied— was the only thing he needed to finish in your grasp, letting go of your neck in the process.

"fuck, baby" he whined at the now white coated pants and shirts and you laughed as you regained composure and evened your breath, "thanks for this though"

you rested your head on his shoulder with closed eyes, trying to relax for a bit and finding it impossible when a chuckle made your boyfriend's chest vibrate.

"need some help down there, hwa?"

a sheepish groan was his only answer.

he’s really just built like that

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badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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