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how do u think sex w soobin would be like? almost all of the writing here in this app sees him as a hardcore sub w a mommy kink but like i don't think he'd be like that all the time???

anon 😶😶😶 what if i tell you i see him exactly the same...

i mean, haven't you seen my works ? i've posted a few things that give away my opinion about soobin 😭

though, i couldn't agree more with you. if with a dom s/o, soobin would be most of the time an obedient sub, but not every time. a day when he's stressed from work, or you're just being so mean edging him and all he wanna do is to cum... have you seen that man ? he's a giant, if he gets the right motivation, nothing is stopping him

but don't think he's going to be a insane hard dom, degrading you and being a fucking sadistic. soobin is soft, he cares for your pleasure after all just like he cares for his (even if he can get a bit too worked up sometimes and forget about it for a few seconds), so, if he's stressed and has you to take his worries away, why not ?

i think soobin is too unaware of his size – and i don't mean only of his cock. of course, his cock is massive yeah but he as a whole... man is big, and consequently, against someone smaller and in the same conditions as him, he's strong. he thinks he's being the softest to you and there you're, overwhelmed already and feeling like you're gonna break at anytime, he manhandles you and isn't even aware if it, his thrusts aren't even getting him sweaty but you feel like he's about to rip you apart, all while he's whining into your neck saying how good you feel around him

he's going one, two, three rounds with you and isn't even tired, meanwhile you're already ruined, your hole leaking cum and your limps numb, but you said you're in, right? now you have to deal with the fact that soobin is spreading your thighs open as he lowers his face to meet your abused core, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes as he hasn't railed you just now, and is about to keep going, he needs to make it up to you, doesn't he ? you're being so good for letting him use your body, you deserve to be eaten out – and he isn't complaining about it.

in conclusion, as the rest of txt, for me soobin is a switch. he can be a dumb subby boy calling you mommy but also can be a soft dom taking you to your limit without even knowing, and all of this depends on his partner <3

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plug!shotaro x fem. reader | 4.9k

please save me cocky drug dealer shotaro cocky drug dealer shotaro save me…loosely based on why’d you only call me when youre high by artic monkeys and overtime by schoolboy q.

contains: drug mention, pining shotaro, mentioning your ex, booty call under the guise of a drug deal, oral (m. receiving), doggy style, pull and pray method is used (dont be like them)

it was three in the morning when you woke up to your phone buzzing. your phone should’ve been on do not disturb, but something in the back of your head told you to deactivate it. you had posted yourself on your instagram story, something you wanted two people in your life to see. 

one of them was your ex boyfriend. it was recent, the wound was still fresh on your skin. it was your first serious relationship, the first time you went through the ups and downs of loving someone. it was for the better, you being alone. you found yourself getting easily annoyed with him and the spark you hear all the old married couple’s talk about was gone. you actually could’ve argued the spark was never there. he was boring and too shy for his own good, not sure of himself. it was cute at first, but you grew tired of seeking validation. you thought that if you waited long enough, he’d boldly talk to you the way you needed. you wasted half a year waiting for your ex to step up. you actually didn’t reach out to him for a long time after the breakup, but it was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to lay next to him. you figured if you posted on the page you knew he was stalking you might get him to reach out to you. 

you convinced yourself you were only posting for your ex. solely to get attention from him, so you could fall asleep next to him. but in the back of your mind you were thinking about someone else. when you reached to your beside table to check all your notifications you found out that someone else was thinking about you too.

baby, i got a discount for you.

missed call

i miss your pretty face.

(2) missed call(s)

just say pull up and i will.

you couldn’t help but smile at your phone. it was almost crazy how easy it was to get shotaro’s attention. all you had to do was post yourself and he was groveling at your feet. you looked through your phone at the several emoji reactions and messages you received from him. 

any rational person would think that shotaro was crazy for bugging you. you have to admit in any other situation with any other person you definitely would’ve considered shotaro to be annoying, or blocked him a long time ago. but he was cute and gave you free weed. it didn’t hurt that he was a good flirter, always making you giggly with his kind words. you ex actually had a problem with shotaro, how he approached you. it got so bad that he would insist on getting you all of your weed. but now your man wasn’t you man anymore and shotaro seemed to be very available.

while you looked at the notifications on your phone, your screen was taken up from shotaro calling you once again. you sat up in your bed, and subconsciously fixed your appearance as if he was standing there before you. you cleared your throat and accepted the call.

“hey taro.” you said.

hey baby.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at his words. you liked how unashamed he was in his flirting, how it was present in not only his words but his tone as well. too many men were the doting type, hoping to woo girls by being a gentleman. but you liked the approach shotaro took with you. bold and not bashful, calling you gorgeous and other pet names even though you barely gave him time of day. the only time you reached out to him was to get a discount on weed.

“hey taro.” you said again.

you could hear him laugh on the other end of the line. he always had you shy and giggling, repeating your words like a nervous schoolgirl. 

what are you doing right now?

“i was sleeping, actually.”

right now, though?

you sighed.

“i’m not doing anything right now, shotaro.” 

you hear silence on the other end of the line. you bite your lip, suddenly hoping he’ll offer to come over.

okay well i got some new shit for you. can i come by?

you looked at the state of yourself and how you probably looked like you just woke up. seeing someone who is as flirtatious as shotaro this late at night is a bad idea. but the idea of being the first person to try his new shit sounds enticing. so you let out another sigh into the phone, trying to make it seem like you’re contemplating on saying no.

“you know where i live.” you say simply.

i’ll text you when i’m outside.

you can’t get a word out before he hangs up. you made your bed in a rush. you went into the motions of tidying yourself up, trying to find the perfect balance of intentional and unintentional. once you’re done, you move from your bed to your couch to wait for him. 

when it came to dealing with plugs, you never knew when they’d show up. so you’re sitting on the couch trying to contain your excitement. the best part was when you waited for him to come over, knowing that he was probably breaking all types of traffic laws to get to you faster. the anticipation of the night made butterflies form in your stomach. they ricochet off the walls and bumped into eachother, making you itch with adrenaline. you had to let your leg bounce to get rid of the restlessness you were feeling.

you are left waiting for only five minutes when you get the text.

outside pretty.

you are embarrassed to admit you got up from your couch as fast as you did. you walked to the door and opened it for shotaro.

he gave you that flirtatious smile that made you uncharacteristically shy. he had his backpack slung over one shoulder, with a beanie that was pulled all the way down to his eyebrows. his plaid shirt and gray sweatpants made you think that he just threw on whatever to get here as soon as possible. it thrilled you, the thought of shotaro tripping over himself just to come and serve you. he looked you up and down before tilting his head to the side.

“can i come in?” he said.

you opened your door and he walked past you, smelling like something musky. you trailed behind him as he walked through your house like he owned the place. 

shotaro placed his backpack next to the couch before sitting on it. he instantly sank into the couch getting comfortable while you stood in front of him. he manspread while looking you up and down again. you were in normal clothes, still looking half asleep but shotaro looked at you like you were the embodiment of sex. your tv was the only light source in the room, catching the side of shotaro’s face. his body casted a shadow of the wall next to the couch, and you saw yourself on the wall before he reached a hand towards you. you looked back at him, staring at the smirk that played on his lips.

you thought he was going to eat you alive when he beckoned to you.

“come here, pretty.” shotaro said, spreading out his legs a little bit more.

you obliged, sitting on the couch positioning your body to you were completely facing him. shotaro took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair. he let his head rest back on the couch and turned his neck to look at you. you saw his adam’s apple, how it bobbed with each word he spoke. the light from the television perfectly lit up his face and neck. you were paying so much attention to every part of him, maybe you wanted to eat him alive, too. shotaro’s smirk turned into a different expression, one that was more serious.

“i missed you,” shotaro said. he touched your hand that rested in your lap. “you got another plug or something?”

shotaro knew you would never stop coming to him, but he did have competition. there were other drug dealers in your town, many that would be more than happy to give you a discount on their stuff. shotaro told himself that he gave you your weed for free purely from a business standpoint. he was all about customer service and customer loyalty. the money he lost from giving you weed for free he would just make up for it by overcharging stupid high school kids.

shotaro knew that you would never go to anyone else, but he still felt his chest swell with pride seeing how fast you shook your head.

“no. nobody else. i was just taking a tolerance break. i’m also going through s break up right now.” you said.

shotaro thought it was so cute seeing you run off at the mouth. you didn’t have to mention the tolerance break, or your stupid scrub boyfriend shotaro hated. you were rambling just because of the way shotaro was looking at you. he watched you pull your hand away to bring your arm up to the back of the couch. you let your head rest on your fist as you looked at him. 

your attempt to look relaxed was shattered when shotaro put a hand on your bare leg. 

“your man isn’t around anymore?” shotaro asked innocently. 

his smile was inviting and so was his hand. you shook your head.

“i broke up with him.” you said sheepishly.

“aw.” shotaro fake pouted. “wanna tell me why?”

“he was too shy.” you said.

suddenly couldn’t think of the reasons you broke up with your ex. all you could think about was shotaro’s hand on your knee and how the light from the tv made his eyes look so pretty. his fake pout turned into a smile as you shuffled slightly on the couch to get closer to him.

he slowly rubbed your knee and you cursed yourself for freezing underneath his touch. he looked at you teasingly, getting your heart rate to speed up.

“he should’ve been the most smug bastard on earth with you as his girlfriend.” shotaro said honestly. 

you look down at his hand on your knee to smile. you can hear shotaro laughing lowly as he returns to let his head rest on the back of the couch.

his hand still rests on your thigh. he’s so close to the line where your two thighs touch. you imagine shotaro squeezing his hand in between your two thighs. if he could show you how bold he can be. you forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone who you knew without a doubt wanted you. 

shotaro rests his head on his other hand, copying your movement.

“your instagram story was cute, by the way.” shotaro says.

you look up from his hand to look at his chill expression from the couch. 

“thank you.” you say. his hand is so warm.

“who was it for?” shotaro asks.  

this catches you off guard. for the first time you see shotaro trying to feign emotions, pretending to not be bothered by the thought of you entertaining your ex. you gain some of you composure back, leaning into your fist with a smile.

“i didn’t have you pegged for the jealous type, shotaro.” you say it with a smirk, one shotaro gives back to you.

“just wanna know who you were missing more.” shotaro says. 

“i missed you.” you said quietly. 

“oh yeah?” shotaro said.

his hand that was touching your knee moved up to your mid thigh. you scooted closer to him so it was easier to let his hands roam your skin. something about how he touched you made you lightheaded. shotaro laughed dryly at your reaction to him. you were so reactive to everything he did. he already considered himself to be a cocky person, but the way he always had you by barely doing anything made his ego grow tenfold.

“yeah.” you sighed contently.

shotaro’s touch on your legs get a little heavier. they sneak up a little higher too. shotaro leans in closer to you, moving his hand to grab yours. shotaro looks at the way your thighs touch and rub together as he talks to you.

“how much did you miss me?” he asks. 

his voice gets lower, words dripping with honey as he wedges his hand between your thighs. you jump at the feeling of his knuckles crammed between your legs. you can feel his knuckles indent your pillowy skin. you’re so distracted you almost forget his question.

“alot.” you whisper.

shotaro hums in acknowledgment as he moves his fingers closer to you. shotaro’s finger finds your clothed heat. your squished thighs made it hard for him to move his hand, but he’s nothing if not determined. you are already feeling the effects of your arousal between your legs, and so can shotaro. he tsks at you when he withdraws his hands from in between your legs.

“oh i can tell.” he says knowingly.

you try to be nonchalant about the situation, looking down at shotaro’s lap. he’s all spread out for you looking as enticing as ever. you put a hand on his knee and shotaro follows your hand and up your arm, until he’s looking at your face.

“you getting bold, baby?“ shotaro said. 

he moved his leg slightly, letting your hand creep further up. you applied some pressure behind your hand. his thigh was solid underneath your touch. you looked to shotaro to gauge his reaction. his look egged you on, his head motioning for you to come closer. you listened, scooting so close your legs were touching now. shotaro used his hand to play with the thin strap of your shirt on your shoulder. he experimentally brought it to the end of your shoulder, resting on the rounded edge. one simple move would have the strap falling down your shoulder, revealing your chest. you thought about being exposed in front of shotaro, him being able to see the body he probably thought so much about.

“can you show me how much you missed me?” shotaro asks.

shotaro looks at you and you feel your lips gravitate towards his. they look glossy in the blue light from the tv, you wonder what they taste like. you missed him and his flirtatious comments, how confident he always makes you feel.

you nod your head and shotaro keep eye contact with you as he moves his hand back to between your thighs. you mirror hid movements, until you can feel his hardened length underneath the cotton fabric of his sweats. you squeeze his dick and his hand dips underneath your elastic waistband. 

you both gasp at the contact. feeling shotaro’s finger tease your clit makes you more eager to please him. you close your hand around his shaft repeatedly, reveling in the sounds he makes and feeling him twitch against your palm.

“i’ve needed you for so long.” shotaro says. “i thought you’d never breakup with that fucking loser.”

his normally even voice is whiny and desperate as he bucks his hips up into your hand. this entices you, giving you the gumption to put your hand in his sweatpants. he’s wearing no boxers, and when you take him in your hand you can feel precum that dribbled down from his shaft. you use your index finger to massage his tip and shotaro uses his hand that’s not touching your slit to bring you forward.

shotaro guides you forward, until you have one hand on his dick and the other clutching the armrest of your couch. your knees are still on the couch as shotaro brings his hand to your chin, guiding you in for a kiss. you follow his lead, and you move your hand from the armrest to his shoulder. you fist the fabric of his flannel and start stroking shotaro slowly to show him how much you really missed him. he shows you by bending his fingers inside of you after adding another one. your sloppy kisses are interrupted by moans and expletives. shotaro is the one that pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. he pulls his fingers out of you to thumb the elastic on your waistband. you can feel his wet fingers make contact with your skin as he looks at you.

“can i see you take these off?” shotaro asks.

“can you take off yours too?” you ask, quieter than shotaro. 

he nods his head and he lifts his hips off the couch to unclothe himself. you look away on instinct, focusing on getting your own garment off. part of you didn’t want to look away, you wanted to see it all. you wanted to see shotaro free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and see his dick react to the air of your apartment. the thought of seeing shotaro get undressed seemed a little too intimate, so you instead just focused on the sound of his dick hitting his stomach with a small slap. your pants and camisole was off quickly. 

you found out that shotaro didn’t think it was too intimate at all to watch you get undressed. he focused on your boobs the most. you saw shotaro’s hand hesistate before reaching towards you.

“can i touch you, baby?”

you nod and shotaro’s hand goes to tweak your nipple. when you gasp shotaro looks at you and pinches a little harder. you keep eye contact as he keeps the pressure. the pain is almost unbearable, but shotaro releases the sensitive skin. as if he’s trying to apologize shotaro then takes your boob into his hand, massaging the skin. 

you go back to your previous position on the couch, leaning over him. he brings you in for a kiss and he tastes like mint and fruity candy. his spit mixes with yours and his tongue is almost as soft as his lips. he’s gentle but assertive with you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. 

when you grab shotaro’s dick, he almost bit your tongue off in surprise. he hisses into the kiss when you grip him a little tighter and pick up the speed. shotaro almost yells out loud when he sees you drop your head to his lap. 

“you don’t have to.” shotaro says.

you look up from his lap to give him a smug smile. shotaro’s chill plug facade almost breaks when you take his hard dick into your mouth.

“holy shit,” shotaro whines. “you’re so pretty. so sexy.” 

you want to tell him the same thing. you want to tell him about all the times you caught yourself staring at him, how many times you’ve thought about his pretty smile. you wanted to tell him about his pretty lips and pretty voice and the pretty sounds he making for you. even his dick is pretty, the perfect size for you to take all of him. shotaro bucks his hips and moans, praising you the whole time.

“i’ve thought about you everyday.” he sighs.

you position your mouth differently. the change causes shotaro’s tip to touch fuck your cheek instead of your mouth while you get used to him. you expected the position change to only last a second, but shotaro looked at your cheek. he used his hands to change your fast pace to a slow one. you could practically feel shotaro’s eyes burn a hole in your cheek when the skin of your cheek was being pulled taut by his dick. shotaro ran a quick hand over the protruding piece of your cheek. with a groan, shotaro leans his head back to rest against the couch. you look up to shotaro, watching his adam’s apple bob when you go back to taking him down your throat.

“fuck. even your mouth is pretty.” he says. 

you start letting out your own sounds when you feel shotaro’s hand grip your ass. he plays with it, kneading your supple skin. his hand travels to your slit, and he sticks a finger inside. you moan still with his sick in your mouth and he bucks his hips again. 

with the parts you can’t reach you use your hand. shotaro clears your hair out of your face but doesn’t guide your head anymore. he thinks watching you do your own thing is way better. watching you might become one of his favorite things. he lazily fingers you, he just needs to feel you around him. your sopping wet but the angle makes it hard for shotaro to pleasure you. when shotaro makes eye contact with you he has to pull himself out of your mouth before he finishes down your throat. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.” shotaro says.

you want to tell him it’s okay if he cums in your mouth but you’re too shy to request such a lewd thing. shotaro must see the thought cross your mind as he pushes his hair back with his hand.

“i don’t do stuff like that unless you ask for it.” shotaro says. 

when shotaro pulls his fingers out of your pussy he uses the same hand to bring your body that’s still laying across his legs back to the doggy position. he takes his hands from you mouth and he kisses you roughly. his lips are still soft, and you are out of your mind as you take his lips into your mouth and suck on them. you can still smell yourself on his fingers, wet as they hold your face. you pull away from him. a string of spit connecting your lips is broken as you speak.

“can you fuck me?” you say. 

your eyes are wide and blown out, mirroring shotaro’s as he nods his head.

“how do you want it?” he asks.

“put your ass in the air for me baby.” shotaro says as he gets up from the couch. 

you listen to his request, putting your face on the couch where shotaro was sitting to put your ass even higher in the air. 

you can feel the couch dip underneath his weight. shotaro uses gentle hands to perfect your form. a hand pushes down on your lower back to help with the arch, another hand spreading your thighs so he can slot between them. he uses his dig to slap your ass, teasing your slit with the tip. you both are holding your breaths, trying to grasp what’s about to happen. shotaro leans forward, so close until his abdomen is pressed against your back. you moan when you can feel his tip between your folds, collecting slick.

“ready?” shotaro asks.

you respond by pushing your hips back, shotaro goes upright to hold your hips in place. he starts off slow as he tried to comprehend how lucky he really is.

“i wish i could see your face, honey.” shotaro says after he bottoms out.

you moan as he puts his leg up, hitting something inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“you gonna let me fuck you again so i can see that pretty face right?” shotaro asks. 

he picks up speed and a sound you didnt know you could make comes from the back of your throat. you forgot he asked you a question until he thrusts deep, you have to grip the armrest of the couch to stabilize yourself.

“right?” he asks again.

“yes.” you moan.

shotaro resumes his fast pace. he places a light smack to your ass, living for the recoil. 

“you feel so good.” shotaro says.

you have a vice grip on the couch and use your hold it to stabilize yourself. you use all your strength to push your hips back to meet shotaro’s he stills his movements and you look back to see shataro rests his hand on his hips and he watches you fuck yourself on him. he sees you looking back and smiles at you.

“just like that. must’ve really wanted this huh?”

you nod your head and continue to push your hips back, entranced on hitting that spot inside of you. shotaro puts his hands back on your ass as you start picking up the pace.

“giving me a show and everything baby.” shotaro says. 

his voice is getting a little whinier and his sentences are becoming rushed. shotaro knows your close by the way you clamp around him. he uses a hand to rub your clit and you completely stop, pleasure taking over everything. shotaro resumes the pace he had before, so hard and fast the sound of slapping skin overpowers the show playing on the television and overtakes your mind. you reach back and shotaro grabs it, pinning your hand to your back. he still rubs revolutions onto your clit as you completely come undone, yelling out his name. 

“love this ass,” shotaro says. “can i cum on it?”

“yes.” you yell.

shotaro pulls out and guides your hand that he holds to his dick. you get the hint quickly and stroke him as fast as he massages your clit, matching his pace. 

you and shotaro are both moaning as your orgasms are prolonged. shotaro shoots ropes over your ass and back, fucking himself in your hand. you can feel your own wetness as it coats shotaro’s hands. he puts in one finger and you leave your arch to sink lower and lower into the couch. you are on the edge of overstimulation when shotaro pulls his fingers out of you.

you are face down on the couch, breathing hard trying to catch your breath. you imagine shotaro is doing the same, leaning on the armrest as his chest heaves. 

you’re caught up in the comedown that you didn’t notice shotaro go into your kitchen. he wipes off your back and ass with some paper towels. he helps you sit up and he smiles at your dazed expression.

“everything alright?” he asks with a smile on his face. 

shotaro helps you put on your own clothes before he looks for his own. after you’re both dressed he sits on the couch and guides you to lay your head on his lap. he plays with your hands in complete silence. the atmosphere you two have created isn’t awkward, you just wish one of you would say something.

shotaro reaches for his backpack, upper half of his body leaning forward to grab it. his upper body comes so close to you that your nose almost touches his chest. you smell the same musky scent from when he first came into your apartment. you take it in, feeling like something has been ripped away from you when shotaro comes back up. a new smell fills your nose, but it’s familiar nonetheless.

“this is that new shit i was talking about. it’s a hybrid of that one strain you like.” shotaro says. 

he puts the baggie in your hands. it’s easily half an ounce, maybe even more than that.

“thanks shotaro. it’ll take me forever to get through all of this.”

“i hope you like it.” shotaro says.

you look up at him as he watches the television. it’s weird seeing him in this light. he seems softer, more shy than the man you were dealing with a few minutes ago. this shotaro hesitates to touch you, hands hovering over your hair that he wants to feel between his fingers. this shotaro plays with your hands and compares the sizes, humming contently when you thread your fingers in his. this shotaro also ignores his phone as it sits on the coffee table blowing up with notifications.

“i think someone is trying to talk to you taro.” you say.

“probably just someone seeing if i’m awake. don’t worry about it.” shotaro says. he’s unbothered as he plays with your hair and watching whatever show is playing on the television. you begin to nervously play with shotaro’s hand, moving it back and forth in a repeated motion to feel some comfort.

“i won’t be mad if you leave.”  you say quietly.

shotaro stops playing with your hair for a split second. you swear you can feel him stiffen underneath you, and the air in the room changes. shotaro only pauses for a second before he continues to play with your hair.

“you can just come back once you’re done, right?” you ask. 

you look up to see shotaro already looking down at you, smiling.

“really?” shotaro asks.

you nod your head and he squeezes your hand before bending down and kissing your forehead. it’s quick, but it’s a delicate kiss, soft like you are made of glass. when he pulls away you hand him his phone off the coffee table, trying to see who is messaging him.

“one of my regulars wants me to run some stuff to him. he only lives fifteen minutes away.” shotaro says.

you get up from the couch to find shotaro’s clothes that were randomly thrown around your living room. he thanks you for each article of clothing you find, and he is slow putting on his clothes, like he is trying to stall.

shotaro is slow all the way to your door. when you tell him to be back soon and drive safe he moves with a pep in his step.

he’s back to your door in thirty minutes, and you guys end the night cuddling in your bed.

soft dom leejeong 🥺

Okay love!! I put smut and fluff bcs why not!! Hope you like it ! Oh and my inbox is always open!! 🎀🤍

Warning ⚠️ minor pls don’t interact! This contains sexual/ suggestive content and material🫧

🫧 him buying your fav boba just because he loves to see you smile <3

🫧him putting his hand above your head when you get in the car so you don’t hurt yourself

🫧 him opening/holding all doors for you because such a pretty little thing shouldn’t have to lift a finger for themselves

🫧 him always paying no mater how hard you try and saying to you “let me spoil you princess.”

🫧 if he’s in a store and sees something that he thinks you’d like he would definitely buy it, maybe have you model it for him!!

🫧 him carrying you when you wear heals because he doesn’t want your pretty feet hurting!

🫧 lijeong buying your parents gifts as his token of appreciation for letting him court you!

🫧 always calling you pet names is so 😖

🎀 “princess”, “baby”, “cutie”, “baby girl” 🎀

✨✨✨✨smut under cut

🫧 lijeong making sure you cum many times to make sure your satisfied with your sex life

🫧loves putting you in missionary because he loves seeing your pretty face while you fall apart for him! You just look so pretty!

🫧 revel in the fact that you look so pretty when you cry underneath him! You just look so adorable and it pushes him to want to keep you in that state a bit longer!

🫧 him allowing you to be a pillow princess 👑 because he doesn’t mind doing most of the work! All that matters is that you’re happy

🫧 him telling you “you can give me one more” while overstimulating you

🫧 him praising you during sex “good girl” or “your doing great baby, just like that.”

🫧Him checking on you periodically to make sure his princess is okay

🫧 when your to shy to ask him for help he can usually already tell but he likes it when you ask him for help, it just makes him feel like he’s great at what he does in the bedroom!!

🫧 him pushing you over the edge because he knows that your capable of taking what he gives you

🫧 loves hearing you moan because it reminds him that he’s the only one able to get you like that

I've been thinking about gagging around Jakes finger a bit too much lately 😞 idk if i already sent it bcz my wifi is a bit bad today so sorry

he’d love to shove his fingers down your throat, watching you drool and suck on the thickness of his fingers so desperately, wanting more and more of his pretty hands as he coos and praises you for being a good girl while also degrading you for being such a whore for his fingers <3

⟡⏱ 8pm ⟡₊⊹ Seunghan ff ⏱⟡

⏰ pairing: ꜱᴇᴜɴɢʜᴀɴ!ʙꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɢꜰ!ᴀꜰᴀʙ | ⏰ wc: 9⃞  1⃞0⃞ | ⏰ cw: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ⏰ plot: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"I miss you," Seunghan said as you answered the phone.

"You miss me? Already? You just saw me yesterday."

"I know...but I really wanna see you again..."

"Right now?"

"Yeah," he chuckled softly.

"It's literally 8pm."

"So? I'm already outside."

"You're what?!" you exclaimed before hopping off the couch and running to the window.

"Waiting for you in my car," you could hear the smile in his cheery tone as you peeked at him through the blinds.

"But I'm already in my pajamas," you whined.

"I don't care. You're just gonna come lay with me anyways."

It was obvious that Seunghan wasn't taking no for an answer. "Hmm, okay. I'll be out in a second," you chuckled.

"Great!" he chimed. "Love you."

"Love you too," you smiled before hanging up. You texted your roommate, letting her know you wouldn't be coming home tonight.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiled as you walked out of your house rolling your eyes as you wore one of his shirts and a pair of black sweatpants you threw on at the last minute. For the entire ride, Seunghan held your hand, occasionally lifting it to his lips and placing gentle kisses on the back.

When you finally made it to his house, you snuggled up with him on the sofa to watch a movie. To be specific, 'Batman Begins.' He always enjoyed binging Christian Bale movies with you.

You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. At this point, you had already taken off your sweatpants and your bra leaving you with only a pair of panties and his t-shirt. Honestly, you were way more comfortable like this anyway.

On another note, Seunghan loved having this much access to you.

“I wish you could stay here with me forever,” he whispered as he placed kisses on your forehead and squeezed you tighter.

“Me too,” you smiled, looking up to meet his eyes. You watched his expression soften from the sweet look plastered across your face.

You felt his fingers slightly trace your neck before stopping at your chin. He bit his lip softly as he admired you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as he abruptly turned the tv off.

“I want you to climb on top of me,” you turned around to straddle his hips, placing your hands on his abs because you didn’t know where else to put them.

He slid his hands up your folded legs before grabbing your hands and interlacing your fingers. “You always look so perfect sitting on top of me like this,” his words caused you to blush and turn away.

“Hmm and I love how you get all shy when I compliment you,” he hummed, pulling you closer without warning. You braced yourself against his chest with your hands as he gripped onto your thighs.

His warmth traveled up your spine and stopped at your waist. He pulled your body closer to his as he teased your lips in a playful, yet sensual way. You enjoyed his sweet lips as he deepened the kiss before sitting up to pull your shirt up.

He sucked on the flesh of your tit as you began moving your hips back and forth—with his guidance of course. “Ngh!” You yelped, grabbing a bit of his hair. He had clamped onto you a little harder.

“Sorry, baby,” he kissed the spot he had just bitten. “But I know how much you like it when it hurts,” he hummed against you wet skin.

He continued to play with your tits before turning to place his feet on the ground as you remained on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pressed himself against your growing heat.

You loved how playful and sexy he looked right now, switching between kissing and sucking your lips and neck. You knew exactly what was coming next when he lifted you up just enough for him to slide his pants down, exposing his eager, throbbing dick.

He placed his hands on your hips as you slowly lowered onto him. His hot tip met you entrance and began pushing through. You moaned as every inch went deeper into you.

He felt you clenched around him as he guided your hips back and forth. You quickly adjusted to his size as you were extremely wet. He threw his head back as you took over and began riding him on your own.

You listened as his breaths quickened. “Mmm fuck you feel so good baby,” he groaned as your lewd noises filled the air. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you pumped his length deeper into you. This position allowed him to hit your g-spot easier. You sped up as you came all over him.

Immediately after you climaxed, you focused your throbbing cunt on his tip which brought him closer to finishing.

He nearly tossed you over the sofa as he grabbed you and thrusted into your pussy. “You sound so pretty when I fuck you like this,” he panted as you were moaning mess.

It wasn’t long before you heard desperate moans escape his lips as he struggled to maintain a calm breathing pattern. “Mmm!” He moaned in your ear as you felt his hot seed spill inside of you.

His dick was covered in his cum and your juices. Exhausted you fell asleep with his cock deep inside you as he held the back of your head.

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big dick leejeong is a huge yes

Ikr?! Him stuffing you completely full, sick stretching you out ☝️😕I need him so fucking bad 😫

i desperately need u to write smt related to this park hanbin

Oh my fucking god…. Screaming without the S rn..

So I personally feel like he’s a soft Dom most of the time. Him in all black rn is giving!

Imagine being one of the staff and after the stage he comes back to the makeup room all sweaty! He notices you staring while helping him and he just decides that he’ll give you a show! Drinking from a water bottle and letting it drip down his abs, man spreading and making eye contact?! One thing leads to another and he has you pinned to the wall taking his cock from behind while telling you “hush, I don’t think you want to lose your job do you?” And with that he goes even deeper, making it impossible to keep quiet under him. Cums on your back while soothing you from your high. Before he leaves he puts your panties in his pocket and leaves with your number on speed dial so he can meet you when his schedule is finished for the night 🙌

I’m so thankful for Yeonjun’s shoulder