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guided masturbation : seonghwa

a/n: this is exactly what the title says. just imagine seonghwa helping you get off. (i didn’t put the taglist in this bc it was something very specific and i don’t know if people would be comfortable or not)

cw: fem!reader. smut, masturbation, a lot of dirty talk, mention of oral, fingering, hint of clit play and nipple play . if there’s something else i should put here please let me know

💬 “lay down on the bed and rest your head on the pillow, i want you be relaxed for this, no other thoughts in your head, just me and my voice. and your pleasure. can you do that for me, hm?

make sure you’re comfortable, you can cover yourself up with a blanket or, you can think of me being there with you and have your body in full display, just for me.

but please baby, just listen to my voice. it’s just me and you baby, and i want you to do everything i say.

close your eyes.”

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(210214) uni-kon :: wonderland

DRUNK DIALLING

beomgyu x reader

warnings: dirty (but not really) voicemails, sexual tension, light dirty talk but it cuts off bc i’m a tease

a/n: i wrote this ages ago but i just wanna get it out the drafts even tho i don’t like it.

“b-beomgyu!” he hears your chirpy voice speak through the speaker on his phone. he woke up that morning with a few missed calls and missed messages from you from the early hours in the morning when he was asleep.

it was nothing new, you always spammed him with those things when you went out and got drunk without him. it made him feel special, that you were always the first he went to.

“i think i had a little too much to drink, i-i’m home now but i miss you.” you slurred your words and he smiles at his best friends habits of your sing song voice when you were drunk.

“there’s so much i want to tell you right now, just so i can watch the pretty smile on your lips.” the tips of beomgyu’s ears turn red from the sudden compliment before the voicemail ends there. luckily for him, there were more. he clicks play on the other calls and waits for what else you have to say, ready to tease you about it the next time he sees you.

“don’t even get me started on your lips, beomgyu theyre so pretty…” you giggle and beomgyu shakes his head lightly “…so fucking hot too.”

this time beomgyu’s smile vanished from his lips, he’s used to you calling him cute. you calling him hot was something that never happened, but something he could get used to.

“they’re just so inviting, it’s just a shame we’ve been friends for this long and you haven’t kissed me yet.” he hears you sigh dramatically followed by a hiccup and beomgyu cannot believe what he is hearing, of course he’s thought those things about you and he’s thought worse things but he never knew that’s what you wanted.

“wanna kiss you so bad.” he bites back his smile before the second voicemail ends and he can see that he has one more left to listen to. he sat for a second, trying to collect his thoughts.

only thinking ‘you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts’

so with a shaky finger, his clicks play on the final voicemail you left for him before he assumes you fell asleep.

“want to fall apart all over your pretty face.” and now beomgyu was really shocked, there was no way you had just said that and then willingly send the message.

“fuck- beomgyu i want you so bad.” his mouth hangs open slightly before the third and final voicemail ends.

he sat there on his bed, mind racing a million miles an hour as he contemplates what he should do. part of him wants to run to your place and give you everything you were talking about, the other part was telling him you were drunk and that’s not what you actually wanted.

after what feels like a lifetime, he takes his gamble and picks up his phone and clicking on your caller ID and another part of him prays that you don’t pick up.

“mornin’” your groggy voice chuckles lightly but beomgyu’s heart rate is so fast he doesn’t feel like he can laugh right now.

“i’m guessing your call means i got absolutely shitfaced last night.” you laugh again, like beomgyu thought, it wasn’t the first time that you had sent him voicemails but none had been as open as last nights.

“something like that.” was all he could muster, he wanted to talk about what you said, but how was he meant to bring something like that up.

“god, you’re so quiet.” you sigh “was i really that bad.” you say sitting up but as soon as you did you regretted your option and flop back down on the bed.

“you were just more honest.” honest was an interesting way to put it, at least beomgyu hoped it was you being honest.

“what did i say.” and now it was your turn to feel nervous, he was never this tense when you gave him multiple calls and messages and now he didn’t seem to have a lot of words.

“i mean…” beomgyu chuckles slightly before thinking about if he should mention it “…you said the usual.” and you blush slightly, you called beomgyu cute all the time it wasn’t a shock anymore.

“oh good, i thought i said something mean to you.” you sigh.

“you also said i was pretty this time too.” he says bluntly and you frown for a split second, trying to recall what you said but you cannot remember for the life of you.

“especially my lips apparently.” the smugness in his tone was evident as you feel yourself flush even more at your loose mouth “you even called them hot.” he smirks down the line and now it was your turn to feel shocked.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i-i don’t remember that.” you stutter and it only adds fuel to his fire.

“i remember very clearly.” he says pretending to fake think even though he knows you can’t see him “actually.” he says excitedly and it only makes your stomach drop even more.

“i think i remember more.” beomgyu says and you hear him shuffle on the other end of the line.

“like what?” your voice was quiet and timid and he can just picture the look of distress on your face. he also knows there’s no way you could guess what your drunk mouth revealed to him last night.

“i remember you saying something along the lines of ‘i want to fall apart on your face’ would you like you explain what you meant by that?” he smirks again and your jaw hangs wide open, not being able to comprehend anything despite wanting to defend yourself.

“beomgyu i’m sorry i-” you try and apologise but he cuts you off.

“that doesn’t sound like an explanation.” he shakes his head while he tuts down the line and you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat about how much he must hate you right now.

“so let me explain for you” you bite the inside of your cheek feeling like your words are stuck in your throat.

“i think that my pretty little friend got a little too drunk isn’t that right?” he asks you and you still can’t bring yourself to speak until he demands an answer from you.

“yes.” was all you could muster.

“and my pretty little friend accidentally told me a little too much, isn’t that right?” his voice was filled with fake sympathy.

“yes.”

“and my pretty girl wants to kiss me.”

“y-yes.” feeling giddy at the change of nickname from him.

“and i want to kiss my pretty girl back, and i want to watch her fall apart on my face, do you think i could come over?”

“p-please.”

ok but ceo seonghwa on the desk + eating out????????

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pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader. | genre: ceo!hwa, infidelity, husband!jongho, smut. | warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) themes of cheating, light dirty talk, seonghwa is literally obsessed with the reader,,, seonghwa? more like simphwa. | word count: 878  | hyde’s input: press f to pay respect to poor jongho.

the clock on the wall is ticking but you're far too distracted by his licking.

he has half the heart to warn you, or to conjure up the will-power to detach himself from your heavenly taste but, alas, he's waited far too long, lusted far too intensely just to lose his chance to something as meaningless as time.

"c'mon princess, i know you can be louder than that." he mumbles from his position between your legs, head turning to brush his cherry lips against the skin on your thigh. there's no hesitance when he speaks, which almost fools you into thinking this isn't the first time he's touched you in such a way.

but how could he ever forget the words your husband, drunken and overly zealous to brag about you, had recounted to a whole board of people, eagerly spilling details about your sex-life, planting the dirtiest seed in seonghwa's brain.

he needed to have you.

seonghwa drags his tongue up your soaked slit, teasing your hole with the possibility of his muscle finally entering you only for him to continue toward your aching clit. it’s when he sucks on your bud that he gets you to succumb to your pleasure, throwing your head back as the most sinful moan leaves you.

his eyes never leave you, not at your wedding, not at business events and certainly not now as you sit upon his desk, pretty skirt bunched up and panties long-ago stuffed into the pocket of his suit jacket, which he’d discarded moments before sinking to his knees in front of you, tie already removed and several of his shirt’s buttons undone prior, when he’d finally been blessed enough to have your lips against his own in a heated make-out.

“hwa, oh my-” your voice, sweeter than any chocolate, breaking at the pleasure of his own actions is all the encouragement he needs, really, but your fingers tangling and pulling at his hair do nothing but aid.

while one hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open, the other makes it’s way up to your core, not even warning you before one of his fingers enters you and his mouth is back on your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue while another finger joins in on stretching you open.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight.” he knows you’re staring at your own wetness resting against his lips, just like he feels you clench around his digits when his tongue swipes over them to collect the remnants of you. “has jongho not been fucking you right, hmm? when was the last time anyone touched you, baby?”

“two- ahh-” he times it perfectly, unable to hold back a humored laugh when your eyes roll back as his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. you swallow, trying to collect yourself, and he takes the chance to taste you again, tongue licking up any part of you it can reach. “two months. he’s been- hwa!- too busy with the- oh my- with the lawsuit.”

his heart aches for you, while simultaneously writhing with anger aimed at his once business partner. what kind of man neglected his wife’s needs, over some silly court papers?

“my poor baby. i wouldn’t do that to you.” the pout on his face is mocking you in ways that only serve to make you wetter, to make you want him more. “you know that, right? never would’ve let this stupid lawsuit between me and him get in the way of me keeping your pretty cunt satisfied. in fact, i’d probably have recorded it and sent it to him, just to show how much fun i was still having whilst he tries to make my life a living hell in court.”

the next few moments are a blur of his fingers pulling out of you, him rising to his feet and looming over you with his tall frame. he can’t resist the praise that bubbles out of him when he watches your lips wrap around his soaked fingers, cleaning yourself off of him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll take care of you, okay?” you’ve already buried our head in the crook of his neck, doing your best to leave your marks on him whilst also unbuckling his belt, impatient to have him fill you up after all the years of silent pining and unaddressed sexual tension. “you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve to have a nice, hard cock fuck you.”

behind your back, your phone-screen lights up with another message notification and he’s incapable of holding back a grin of victory when he reads it, just as your hand finally dips into his boxers to take a hold of his member.

[18:06 pm] jjong 🐻: gonna be home late, need to go pick something up from park seonghwa’s office.

[18:08 pm] jjong 🐻: apparently he forgot to give my lawyer a copy of the settlement agreement.

[18:14 pm] jjong 🐻: i’ll see you soon, ok? we can go out for dinner or something, celebrate the fact this defamation case is coming to an end finally.

[18:17 pm] jjong 🐻: forgot to say it but i love you xx

[18:39 pm] jjong 🐻: you better hope park seonghwa’s lawyers also deal with divorce cases.

Sneak peak for tonight's post :) let me know if you'd like to be tagged. Yeosang fic btw

You stopped your ramble with a gulp, your eyes still glued to the floor. "I'd say, go for it. What's there to lose?" Rubbing your knee softly now seeing you were flustered.

"There is stuff to lose though."

"I'm sure nothing important hun."

"3 years of friendship is totally not impo-"

You look up at him quickly with wide eyes, you immediately shook your hands and laughed awkwardly. "Oh god, that sounds like I'm describing us..Oh no its someone else don't worry. Whew," you looked any other way you could until you felt his hand travel up your leg.

"I told you you're not a good liar Y/N."

Yo, looking to get back into writing!! If you guys have any requests please send them my way. I'll do scenarios, reactions, send me your thoughts youve had for so long but felt too nervous to request :)

Only things I won't write is major character death (subjective, i may but all depends) and piss/waste play.

Addicting Kitten Epilogue - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

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This is a thank you for hitting 500 followers. 💜✨ 

Summary: A summer trip with your boyfriend, Seonghwa, doesn’t go exactly how you planned.

Genre and warnings: goth sub!seonghwa with not so innocent reader anymore. (no longer baby, wants power). fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. unprotected sex. use of a collar. if i missed anything, lemme know.

Word count: 8,672.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @multihoe-net - @chronosavrus - @gyubaby - @ayoo-bangtan - @sktbzc0re - @lizsvcks - @xduygu-arsx - @raysanshine - @jucobego - @park-simphwa - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @sunsethw4 - @shotarosleftpinky - @woahitsguin - @yunhofingers - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @haruharu-egypt - @yuyusmist - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @offmymindmp3 - @xirenex - sorry if i missed anyone. i pulled the tags from the last chapter and added people who requested to be tagged for my ateez/all fics. 

this story is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

           “What about this one?” You hold a necklace up, watching the way it glitters underneath the bright sunlight.

           “Looks good, kitten.” Seonghwa says automatically.

           You lower the necklace, glancing over at your boyfriend. Against the backdrop of the beach and the vibrant stalls that line the shopping area, saying he sticks out is wording it mildly. Whereas everything around Seonghwa is a riot of colour, he is dressed entirely in red and black. His hair is dark red, tousled by the wind coming off the water and his makeup has been applied in his usual expert hand with dark eyeshadow and lipstick. The only acquiesce to the warmer weather is that his shirt doesn’t have long sleeves, meaning that you have enjoyed taking glances at his toned arms all day, and a pair of black flip flops instead of combat boots are on his feet. But the usual pair of dark ripped jeans are on. Seonghwa seems torn between wanting to dress his usual way and having to admit the weather simply won’t permit it.

           There is one subtle change in his attire today, however, and it’s that the choker he typically wears has now been replaced by white lace. It matches your own outfit, a simple white beach dress with pink flip flops. Seonghwa had been doing that often as of late – changing his choker to tie together with whatever you are wearing. He never spoke about it, always deciding on what choker to wear after he saw your finished outfit.

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doods

man life has been a rollercoaster

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.”