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catboyieejeno · 7 hours

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like a part 2 where the reader just keeps on acting nonchalant like nothing happened and wonwoo gets more and more riled up. cause “why am i the only one going insane here” type of feelings. and he just ends up taking here in a dressing room or something cause damn they need to fuck

she’ll ride the dick like a carnival

pairing. idol! wonwoo + new staff! fem reader!

summary. since that one fateful night at his apartment, jeon wonwoo realizes that he is fucked. but not really, since he can’t seem to get you in his bed.

warnings. [PLEASE READ] dom/sub dynamics, slight dom wonwoo, dirty talk, use of nicknames, THICK dick and lowkey desperate wonu, reader is VERY nonchalant, implied mirror sex, riding, wonu almost cries… AGAIN, sloppy kisses on the tits, subtle jizz play — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. desperate sex that turns steamy and passionate is my favorite genre holy shit 😭 first time answering an ask! hope you like it :)

find part 1 here

jeon wonwoo could only watch you from across the waiting room as you pranced around in a midi skirt, chatting happily with the staff.

he wanted to cuss you out.

shifting in his chair, he pushed his glasses further up his nose, angrily sniffing.

how could you act like this?

how were you so nonchalant? so unbothered about the fact that you had him seeing stars merely 72 hours ago?

it had been 3 days since you had sucked the soul out of his body. 3 days since he couldn’t stop rutting his cock into his fist to the thoughts of you. 3 days since he had become insane.

he tried to get your attention, he really did. the poor boy would keep trying to pry anything out of your mouth that gave him a hint about your feelings.

but you were unpredictable, just as he had thought.

your face was like a wall — completely emotionless. any thought that passed through your head could barely be understood and wonwoo wanted to smash his head into the concrete at that realization.

“jeez, what’s got you this tense?” mingyu sits down next to him, adjusting his costume as he stared at his best friend. “i’m just… worried about the performance, nothing else.”

mingyu knew that wonwoo was lying.

hell, even wonwoo knew he was lying.

but none of them seemed to question each other as they sat in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

“wonwoo-ssi?” your voice called out to him. the boy singled out you and your sound amid nearly 50 people in the room, surprisingly springing to his feet as he walked towards you.

“your outfit is ready, follow me.”

the man silently walked behind you, striding toward the secluded attached room in the corner.

he pulled the curtain and stepped inside, and he was immediately handed his clothes. the outfit was simple— a sleeveless shirt and some baggy white jeans.

“i’ll be outside,” you nodded, bidding him farewell as you pulled the curtain.

sighing, wonwoo turned to look at himself in the mirror. his hardened cock stared at him in the face— a haunting image of the effect you had on him.

how am i the only one who is this riled up? he wondered. i can’t be the only one… right?

he wasn’t.

you would be lying if you said your panties weren’t glued to your core since you walked in. the sight of him had your head spinning, wanting nothing more than to strip him down and pull his dick into your throat.

but of course, you were not some depraved whore.

you set boundaries after that night. he was your client, and you were his stylist. of course you weren’t supposed to suck him off!

the fitting next morning after the incident had made you lose your self control. you recall how you had to get yourself off in the bathroom, relishing in the thoughts of seeing wonwoo in a tight fitted suit.

but of course, you would never voice these thoughts out loud. being in the same room as him was punishment enough to remind you of your sins. you wondered if applying for a styling job for a different member would work—

“uh?” wonwoo’s deep voice cut off your lewd thoughts, making you shake your head to clear them out. “a little help?”

“you good?" you sighed. “i’m coming in,” sucking in a breath as you stepped inside the small box.

wonwoo was leaning against one of the mirrored walls, one leg up on a stool in the corner. “what’s wrong?” you searched for a solution in his face.

“i seem to be stuck in a seemingly hard situation.”

one look down to his hands, you immediately realized the problem.

wonwoo’s dick was hard, the bulge over his boxers made that evident. the problem? the sheer size of his chub was not allowing the zipper of his jeans to zip up.

the man had a small waist but also had weirdly broad hips. his pants always had to be altered so that they suited his body type.

however, this was a problem that no other stylist had ever had to deal with.

“what do i do?” wonwoo whined, pouting his lips as he pushed up his glasses.

“wonwoo-ssi,” you spoke. your voice remained surprisingly stable, despite the fact that you could feel your pussy pulsating.

“i think you need to solve this problem on your own,” you looked into his eyes, almost feeling bad at how he panted.

however, before you could turn around and leave, wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and caged you between his arms.

your back hit one of the mirrored walls, as a surprised gasp fumbled from your mouth.

“wonw—”

“for the love of god woman, do you not see what you do to me?”

the desperation in his voice made your knees buckle as you stared into his eyes, gaze alternating to his lips as he bit them.

wonwoo heaved as he inched closer towards your face. “give me one good reason why you shouldn’t take care of my problem. you’re the one that caused it after all.”

hearing him voice out his thoughts, you turned your head to the side, embarrassed by the effect his voice had on you. how was this even your fault—

but with a harsh grip, jeon wonwoo grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing to you look at him.

“can’t think of anything can you?” his head dipped down, tracing his teeth along your neck. the sensation made you hiss silently. “help me, please. what would carat think if i went out on stage looking like this?”

“sit,” is all you managed to say, voice enamoured with need.

you all but pushed wonwoo onto the iron stool in the corner, hauling yourself onto his lap as you crashed your lips into his.

fuck, your lips were way better than he had ever imagined. they were soft and pillowy as they engulfed his mouth, tongue grazing against his own as you ground down on his crotch.

wonwoo’s free hand pushed your head impossibly close as he licked into your mouth, wanting to memorize every crevice.

spit dribbles from your connected mouths, sloppy and wet kisses sounding obscenely loud in the secluded area. the man does not care that drool is now staining his tank top. he could never get enough of this.

his other hand gripped tightly onto your ass, groping and fondling the fat. after a second, he pulled away from you, glasses foggy and lips swollen as he tried to catch his breath.

“shit baby, i can’t take it anymore,” he whisper-screamed, tears coating his lashes. you wished you could burn this image into your head for the rest of your life.

you could only nod, ready to sink to your knees before wonwoo stopped you, tutting. “pull your panties to the side, doll,” he commanded, chest heaving.

the change in his tone had your thighs tingling. you pulled your midi skirt up, tucking the ends into the hem as you exposed yourself.

at the sight of your baby blue cotton panties, jeon wonwoo nearly growled.

the material was thoroughly soaked and ruined, a deep blue patch staining the cloth. as you pulled them to the side, he noticed how slicked up your heat was, a string of arousal connected your folds to the cotton.

you gripped onto his shoulders for support in your half-sitting position as he glided two fingers against your folds.

“so wet for me already, huh? don’t even need to work you up for my cock,” he smacked his lips. “filthy girl.”

wonwoo strained his ears to listen for any footsteps near the area as he sucked his dampened fingers into his mouth. your taste was making him dizzy, breath faltering as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

without wasting any more time, you pulled his cock out of its confines, sliding his boxers down just enough to free his length.

the sight of him always made you salivate. however, it was clear that he didn’t want that happening today.

steadily, you positioned yourself over him, hovering before you finally pushed his fat tip in.

the sensation had you moaning out loud— before he slapped his hand over your mouth. “shh! don’t be so loud baby, they will hear us,” he cooed.

you nodded frantically, slowly inching downwards as his dick began to fill you up. once he was bottomed out, you couldn’t help but sob into his palm.

“i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” he smirked, shushing you with sweet words as he let you adjust to his size.

wonwoo’s thick dick was buried up to your hilt, and you felt so incredibly full. your poor walls clenched around his cock, nearly making him bust.

without a word, the man beneath you grabbed at your waist, moving you up and down on his length, slowly. with him pistoning in and out of you, you could feel your senses going into overdrive.

wonwoo tugged your top down with his teeth, suckling along the valley of your breasts to keep himself quiet. your pussy felt incredibly tight, creaming him for all he was worth.

his strong arms continued to guide you, until your legs automatically adjusted to the pace. your body began to move on its own accord— tits jiggling in wonwoo's mouth with each bounce.

"f-fuck!" you whimpered, beginning to lose your mind. for a moment, he looks up at you through his glasses, smiling widely from between your breasts.

the bastard's cheeky grin has you forgetting your own name as he lapped his tongue around your skin like he fucking owned it.

"already going dumb on my cock? shi— you ride so well baby."

your bounces show him just how stretched you were, making wonwoo's stomach clench as he split you apart. you tease him a little by slowing down, grinding down on him as he bites his lips and throws his head back.

as his hands grab onto your cheeks to spread them, he accidentally catches a glimpse of your back in the mirror opposite to you two.

god, you looked so fucking hot.

without knowing why, you felt him twitch inside. "not gonna— oh shit! — last very long now baby."

at the sound of his confession, you bring a hand down to rub at your clit. taking the hint, he begins to rut back into you, using all his strength to fuck into your heat.

"p—please wonwoo hah! cum inside, please please please,"

you're not sure why you beg, but you're too cock drunk to process anything but the fact that you want him filling you up, stuffing your cunt full with his release.

"you su— fuck fuck fuck—" wonwoo whispers, biting down on your right tit to subdue the moan that was about to leave his throat.

with that and a grunt, he cums inside your pussy, filling you up to the brim. his length twitches inside you, shooting out excess spurts. feeling himself soften, wonwoo pulls out of you. you whine at the sudden sensation of feeling so empty.

the boy stays mesmerized at the way your cum mixes together, escaping your spent hole in small globs.

as a pathetic attempt, he uses two fingers to plug the release back inside you, making you whimper again at the sudden intrusion. "sorry," he apologizes, before placing your panties back where they belonged.

with a fluid motion, jeon wonwoo tucks himself back into his calvin klein boxers, meeting your dazed eyes with another cute smile. "see? it fits now."

you can’t help but smile back at him, panting to catch your breath.

your thighs hurt from the awkward position, but you were sure that you never have it any other way.

so, that's how you end up walking around the rest of the working day— wonwoo's cum safely filled up inside you, as you and him exchanged comically wide-eyed looks every few minutes, a shade of pink grazing your cheeks.

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catboyieejeno · 7 hours

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head so good, she a honor roll

pairing. idol wonu + new staff! fem! reader

summary. if wonwoo had to describe his new stylist in one word, it would be unpredictable. i mean, who would have known you were this good at sucking his soul?

warnings. [PLEASE READ] oral (m), light throat fucking, messy/sloppy head, the best head he had EVER received, wonu wears glasses, teasing, he almost cries, mentions of past sexual encounters, THICK dick wonu, no gag reflex queen reader — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. jeon wonwoo, you genuinely deserve the best head in the universe. thank you for existing king.

wonwoo felt like he was going to pass out.

the tides of pleasure were overwhelming him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he bit his lip to subdue his noises.

initially, he hadn’t thought much of you at all. when PD Na announced that a new staff member was joining the Seventeen crew, wonwoo could only clap and bow as you entered the room.

you were pretty— he’d give you that. your features were pleasant to the eye, and the thick framed glasses you adorned on your first day made him smile.

he was happy to know that he wasn’t the only one who was batshit blind in the room.

you were his stylist. of course you had taken him to get his color analysis done, taken him to multiple stores across Seoul, brought him piles of clothes for performances and off duty days.

you were his stylist. of course you had seen him almost naked, but you had never bat an eye at him, only instructing him to “wear his clothes faster.”

you were his stylist. of course you had first hand experience in the most embarrassing encounter in jeon wonwoo’s career— you had seen his dick rip out from a pair of very tight slacks. you still remained stoic, carefully asking him to take his pants off as you went to search for another pair. he was red in the face, cock half hard as he tightly fisted the curtain of the changing room in shame.

you were his stylist. so why on earth were you sucking his cock like your life depended on it?

wonwoo swears he didn’t know how it happened. you had texted him half an hour ago that you were going to drop off some clothes at his apartment before his fitting tomorrow.

it was supposed to be a simple exchange— you would give him the bag and you would leave.

but of course he had his phone silenced and didn’t see your notification.

of course he was sitting on the living room couch, fisting his length in his hand as he tried to relieve the tension in his muscles from dancing for 4 hours straight.

of course he forgot to lock the door to his apartment while he was blatantly moaning like a whore—

here you were, mouth dragging along his tip as you looked up at him through your long lashes, glassy eyes blinking innocently. the bag of clothes you had brought to him was long discarded, laying limp on the floor near his coffee table.

the grey contacts you had on make wonwoo shiver, whimpering as your tongue swirled around his tip.

“fuck baby, quit playin,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he watched you down his cock like a champ. wonwoo’s glasses were sitting at the edge of his nose, lenses fogging up.

his hand reached out to fist your hair in a makeshift ponytail, mouth falling into a near pornographic growl as he felt your hands fondle his balls.

his cock was unbelievably thick. your jaw was nearly falling slack. however, the salty taste of his precum was far too addicting for you to care about your own discomfort.

you hollowed your cheeks, trying to feel every ridge and every vein that his pretty cock had to offer. you pulled him out of your mouth soon after, placing kisses along his side as you suckled on his tip.

your free hand came to jerk off his base, spitting onto his leaky tip to use as lube, adding more pressure as his eyebrows scrunched.

“ ’m close— hah!” he whined, tears coating his lashes as you took him in with no warning.

unable to hold himself back, wonwoo harshly yanked your head back, rolling his hips into your mouth. you moaned at his rough treatment, sending vibrations that tightened the knot in his stomach.

“shit shit shit!” wonwoo grunted, feeling his dick weigh down on your tongue that continued to lick and torture him while he used your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

you could feel him twitch inside you.

to give him the final push over the edge, you lazily dragged your freshly manicured nails gently against his balls, cupping the two as he emptied inside your mouth.

wonwoo’s hips stuttered as his thighs shook, feeling ropes of his cum spurt into your open mouth.

he pulled out slightly, jerking off to give you the rest of him. you simply sat on the floor, wagging your tongue, catching every drop of his seed. as soon as you swallowed his release without any question, wonwoo felt himself getting hard again.

wordlessly, you wiped your mouth of the drool that had dribbled past your lips. pushing your weight from your thighs, you glanced at your wristwatch before smiling.

“see you at 8 tomorrow, wonwoo-ssi. don’t be late.”

with that, jeon wonwoo watched you wave him goodbye and walk out the door.

his mind was blown as he breathed out softly, still coming down from the best orgasm he ever had in his life.

sure, he had been blown before. but most girls were too scared to keep him in for more than a few minutes, complaining that their jaw hurt from his sheer length and thickness.

but you? dear god, you and your perfect self never complained, silently taking his cock in your mouth. you didn’t care about your own pleasure, mind consumed by the man wearing glasses in front of you, shock written all over his features.

“fucking hell, what is she doing to me?” wonwoo groaned, fisting his once again hardened member as he begin to circle his tip with a thumb.

he felt sensitive from his last high, closing his eyes as he imagined the scene all over again— wondering how many positions he could bend you over in.

if only he knew that you were in your car, fingers curling inside your folds as you moaned out his name. his cock had moulded your throat.

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catboyieejeno · 2 days

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unfocused || h. joshua

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hong joshua x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!), joshua is so stupid in love, the bbc sherlock show is used as a plot device, maybe i’m just obsessed with him idk—

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3.1k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: mild swearing, 18+ explicit content, softdom!joshua, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, teasing, veryyy slight choking, implied oral (f. rec), s e n d h e l p.

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: oh my god i’ve had this mostly finished for SO LONG in the docs i just got so swamped with school (and am still in the thick of it😭) but HERE IT IS! finally!

now playing - inside out (remix) - gemini ft. kaash paige

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Joshua needs to stop watching shows with you.

And not because he wants to—actually, it’s one of his favourite things to do with you, mostly because he loves to hear your thoughts and rants to the characters on screen when they do something particularly crazy or miss an important clue you see ahead of time. He loves how your eyes light up when you predict something. Or shake his arm excitedly when something happens. Or huddle close to him during a tense scene, so close he swears your heartbeats echo each other’s and your breaths hold in shared anticipation. At its essence, he just loves watching you, loving the screenplay as much as him.

Which, coincidentally, is why he can’t be watching shows with you—because he isn’t actually watching them.

He’s not entirely sure what Sherlock and John are up to right now because, for the past twenty minutes since the show started, his eyes have been getting distracted by you. Your body is pressed close to his and he can smell the faint citrus from your shampoo. There’s something about you wearing one of his favourite sweaters, a well-worn navy blue Dodgers sweatshirt that’s just a bit too big, that makes his brain fuzzy around the edges. Stray pieces of your baby hairs frame your face and it just makes him want to kiss along your hairline and run his hands through your hair. More than anything though, the small pout of concentration on your lips is drawing his attention. And with your eyes glued to the screen, he’s had all the time in the world to stare at you and think about just how badly he wants to kiss you right now.

He’s been distracted all day, if he’s being perfectly honest—it’s not often you two get a whole day to yourselves. After slowly waking up and doing errands, you’d cozied up at home and settled on the couch to share a box of pepperoni pizza. It’d been easier for Joshua to keep himself from getting too distracted when you were occupied with doing dishes or other similar tasks… but sitting here, with pizza long gone, he is having a much harder time keeping his eyes—and mind—from wandering.

You furrow your brows in concentration as the scene plays out, and Joshua briefly takes in the blue-lit lab on the screen, watching the characters step around a table as Sherlock examines something under a microscope. But again Joshua feels that pull on his gaze to look back at you. Even after dozens of failed attempts, he still stubbornly insists that this time, he will stay focused. But to no avail, especially when, this time, his cursory glance is met by your own eyes looking back at him.

You are the one to shy away first, eyes moving back to the screen, but Joshua is perceptive enough to notice your determined blink as you try to bring your attention back to the show. You’re not entirely focused either, and he should know—he’s been playing this game all morning.

And to be perfectly honest, he’s tired of pretending like he isn’t distracted for the sake of Sherlock’s investigation. London be damned; he wants your attention now.

He tilts his head enough to gently kiss the crown of your head, an innocent enough action that gets a small smile from you, and a soft giggle. His heart twists, and he repeats the action, deeply inhaling your presence as his hand reaches to find yours resting over your thigh. Your fingers intertwine with his, and Joshua breathes out softly as his thoughts glaze over, his lips moving on their own will to the shell of your ear.

His breath on your ear makes you squirm, the sensation tickling your skin. “What are you…”

He only hums in response, smiling to himself, glad you’re starting to seem just as distracted as he is. Your eyes flicker between him and the screen, and he notes the blush on your cheeks with pride. He continues his mission, lightly kissing your ear before trailing feather light kisses down to your jawline.

“Josh—” His name escapes your lips in a whine, and the sound rushes like hot water through his body, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. He knows you’ve forgotten about the show when your free hand reaches for him, searching for the hair at the nape of his neck. All it takes is your nails lightly scratching along his skin for a breathy moan to part his lips, exhale warm on your skin.

You repeat his name again, and Joshua can’t help himself from smiling like a giddy teenager. “Yeah, honey?” He murmurs, already moving onto your neck to slowly suck a mark, pleased by another whine from you. He pulls back after a couple seconds, blowing softly on the forming bruise, and meets your eyes. Your pupils are dilated, breathing shallow, lips parted. Holy shit, you’re stunning.

“Not enjoying the show?” You ask with a laugh, already slightly out of breath—and Joshua couldn’t be prouder.

“We can keep watching if you want.” He whispers with a glint in his eyes, and you roll your eyes back at him. Wordlessly, you grab the TV remote and pause Sherlock mid-deduction before setting it down again and looking back at Joshua expectantly.

He doesn’t need any further encouragement; his hand gently squeezes yours, and the other moves to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. His thumb then trails to your mouth, pulling carefully at your lower lip as he stares at what’s been taunting him since this morning. Your eyes follow his gaze, breath holding as he leans in and softly meets your mouth with his eager one, cradling your head to tilt you up to meet him.

God, Joshua could spend hours kissing you. The second his lips find yours, you melt into him, your hand at the back of his neck threading up through his hair. He groans and presses closer, a hand moving to hold your hips in a light grip. The other releases your grip and creeps up the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place while his kiss deepens. You whine when Joshua sucks on your bottom lip, making him smirk and whisper into your mouth, “Think I should have paused the show earlier.”

Your only response is to tug him closer with the hand in his hair, making him gasp sharply and tighten his grasp around your waist. Then he’s pressing long, desperate kisses to your lips and slipping his hand under your sweatshirt, flat against your stomach to push you backwards. You sink to the couch and Joshua shifts so that one leg is between yours, the other dangling off the couch. He quickly cages your head between his elbows and, between feverish kisses, he pulls at the fabric of your hoodie.

“Off, please.” He all but whines, clearly desperate for any barrier between your skin and his hands and his lips to be gone. You briefly pull back to tug the hoodie over your head, discarding it somewhere unknown- Joshua doesn’t see, suddenly very distracted by the fact that you chose not to wear a bra under his sweater. Oh, wow.

Heat swims through Joshua’s body, flooding his face as he dips his head down, kissing down the line between your breasts. Keeping his body propped up with one elbow, his opposite hand begins to knead your right breast. You whine and turn your head, but Joshua is having none of that. He cups the side of your head with his hand, forcing you to keep your head up, and leans up to softly kiss your cheek with an amused hum. “Feel good, love?”

“Mhm—” You manage, but a breathy moan interrupts whatever you might have said next as Joshua runs a thumb in circles over your perked nipple. He smiles at your wide, dazed eyes and parted lips, then leans back down—this time, ducking his head into the crook of your shoulder to kiss your neck. He doesn’t stop massaging your breast while biting purple marks over your skin and soothing them with touches of his tongue. All the while, you squirm and moan under him. Each minute that passes only leaves you more desperate and turned on, and you don’t even notice when you start to subtly grind down on Joshua’s knee.

Joshua doesn’t say anything, but he does push his knee closer to your crotch to make it easier for you to chase the friction, and his hand slides down your sides to grip your waist. At the sound of another loud whine, Joshua leans back, breathless, taking in your expression: brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open as you pant and murmur under your breath. He catches his name in there at least twice, and it makes him dizzy to hear “Josh… ah- Joshua…” spilling from your mouth with a sound bordering a whimper.

“I’ve got you, love.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips, dragging his teeth over your bottom lip and slowly pulling away. Then, he slips the hand on your waist across your stomach, thumb teasing your waistband for only a second before tugging at the fabric. “Can this come off?”

He knows the answer; he always knows the answer, and he always asks, anyway. You nod with a small “please” and lift your hips to help Joshua get them off—both actions making him feel lightheaded. Sometimes he’s in a mood to tease, and might touch you through your underwear or draw tantalizing circles on your inner thighs but hesitate to move closer to where you need him. He doesn’t ever do it to be mean, he just likes how you get more and more sensitive with every passing minute—and god, he just wants to take his time with you when you’re like putty in his hands. He wants to make every part of your body feel divine, make you beg for release over and over because when you have it at last, the reward is so much better. But right now, he knows you both don’t have that patience. He wants to feel you tight around him, wants to feel your body feverish against his, wants every sweet sound from your lips to echo against his. So he wastes no time, pulling your panties away and running two fingers up and down your folds, eliciting a sharp inhale from you.

“So wet already.” He teases, making you whine. God, you’re so cute. It’s why he can’t help himself every time, why he now playfully adds, “Sherlock rile you up that much?”

“Stop.” You giggle, a sound that dissolves in a small moan when Joshua circles your entrance, then dips a finger into you. “Oh my god… Josh…”

He leans down to capture your lips, sighing into them as you melt with a whimper. “Love when you say my name,” Joshua groans, your hands slipping back around his neck and latching to his dark locks. He inserts another finger, thrusting and curling them just right to have your body shuddering under him, lips falling open with moans he devours, whines of “more, please,” that he rewards with deliberate, achingly slow thrusts of his fingers.

“If this was on your mind the whole show, you could have just told me.” Joshua teases.

“You’re insufferable—” but you’re cut off by a choked moan when his thumb touches your clit, moving in slow, practiced circles.

“You’re not making a very convincing argument, my love.” Joshua whispers sweetly, curling his fingers just right to pull a breathless moan right from your chest. Your eyes roll, your fingers tangling further into his hair and tugging, making him groan. At the same time, you whimper at the addition of a third finger into the mess.

“Look at you.” Joshua murmurs, lips ghosting over yours, curving into a delighted smile. “All pretty and laid out for me. So good for me…” His free hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb running over your flushed skin. He kisses you twice, groaning softly when your hands on his shoulders trail down his chest, nails raking down his pecs and abdomen. Your hands drag lower, finding his hard erection under his sweats. On a small whine, Joshua’s lips part from yours, breathing unsteadily. You rub over his clothed dick, and his mouth drops further with a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

All at once, his lips are back on yours and he’s speaking in a broken whisper between kisses, “let me make you feel good… please, baby, I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Need you,” you whine with equal desperation, tugging at the waistband and Joshua immediately obliges, drawing back his hands momentarily to discard his clothes, tossing away the unwanted shirt, sweats and boxers.

Shifting so he’s hovering over you again, legs slotted between yours, Joshua presses a slow kiss to your lips, breathing out, “Yeah? Need me, baby?” His hands slide up your thighs and one dips to trace your clit, making you buck your hips.

“Y-yes, Josh, need you in me,” you moan out, and Joshua gently smiles, reaching up with his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s my girl…”

You slip your hands back around his shoulders as he grabs your waist and aligns himself with your entrance, pausing just before sliding in the tip.

“Ready?” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

Through the delirious haze of your brain, you smack his arm, silently warning him that if he doesn’t start properly fucking you soon, you really might kill him. Joshua laughs softly, squeezing your waist in teasing response and finally- finally- pushing his length into you.

You see stars.

The slide is made relatively easy from his prepping and your own arousal, and Joshua lets out a small whine as he slowly sinks into your warmth, head falling to nearly touch yours as you clench and pulse around him. “Ah— you feel s’good—” he moans, the sound strained. Joshua tightens his grip on your waist as he begins shallow thrusts to bury himself further inside you and you echo the soft grunts he’s making with whines of your own as pleasure swims across your skin and floods your body. Your hands slip behind his back, nails digging into the bare skin and earning a muffled whimper from Joshua and a harder cant of his hips into yours.

“You drive me crazy, baby- ah, keep doing that-” Joshua moans as you clench around him, clutching at his shoulders while his thrusts pick up pace and set a steady rhythm. He leans in to kiss you, removing one hand from your waist to grip your hand beside your head, tightly intertwining your fingers. “Perfect for me…” He whispers on your lips, then ghosts his mouth across your cheek and down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps where his tongue and teeth graze your sensitive skin.

Wanting him even closer, even deeper, you hook your legs around his waist and press him forward. Joshua exhales a low groan, biting into your shoulder, the new angle overwhelmingly gratifying. His languid movements feel more intense as he brushes your sweet spot with his tip, pulling several stifled moans from the back of your throat. Your teeth trap your bottom lip, but Joshua lifts his head enough to look at your face, reaching to pull your lip free with a gentle thumb.

“Wanna hear you, baby,” he whispers, sliding his finger across your bottom lip, and with his next thrust you can’t help the sounds that tumble past your open mouth. Your unfocused gaze finds his eyes, heavy and filled with lust. He slowly smirks, moving his hand under your chin. His thumb and finger hold the underside of your jaw, hand resting on your throat and he lifts your head to guide your mouth to his, devouring your moans and whines as the pace picks up.

Heat swims like burning magma through your body, and multiplies when his free hand dips to run through your folds, locating your clit and rubbing agonizing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whimper into Joshua’s mouth and he moans in response, hot breath heavy on your face. You’re squeezing tightly around him, and that almost sends him over the edge. His forehead dips to rest on yours as he pants in between long kisses, “You close, love?”

You nod, unable to make any sound other than another whimper as Joshua presses your legs closer to your sides to somehow thrust even deeper. Your hands wind through his hair again, then drag down his neck making Joshua shiver at the scratches your nails leave behind. His hips push against yours with another thrust, and another as he grows more desperate, your tight warmth like heaven. He’s panting into your mouth, groaning in echo of your sudden string of pleas, your hands gripping his shoulders harsher with each rut of his hips.

Just like that your vision blurs and you feel the knot in your midsection snap as your orgasm tears through your body in rivers of heat. Joshua moans as you clench around him, driving him to his own climax with a choked noise, hand squeezing your throat as he comes hard.

Your eyes clear as Joshua removes his hand from your neck in favour of finding yours, intertwining your fingers and hovering over you, balanced on his elbows. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles and smiling down at you, cheeks flushed with exertion and eyes shining with love.

“You’re perfect. You’re so good to me.” He whispers, breath tickling the back of your hand. He kisses it again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You murmur, reaching for his face to trace his cheek, lifted with his smile.

“Feel good?”

You hum, and Joshua grins at the confirmation before slowly pulling out. You whine softly at the loss of touch, but your boyfriend just kisses your hand one last time.

He takes your hand from its place over his cheek and presses it to the crown of his head, encouraging you to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. Then he slides his body down, eyes never leaving your gaze while dropping to his stomach between your thighs.

“I promised to make you feel good…” He offers a lopsided grin before trailing his hands down your body, grabbing your hips and pulling your thighs around his head. Excitement and anticipation sparks in your stomach as he places a light kiss on your inner thigh, smiling as he murmurs. “Lay back, honey. I’m not done with you yet.”

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JEONGHAN for Dazed Korea May '24

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ot13 seventeen : giving them a blowjob

seungcheol : holds your hair back, loves when you look up at him while stretching your mouth around his dick

jeonghan : lowkey corruption kink. Will teach you how he likes it exactly. Commanding and teasing.

joshua : he's a gentleman until it comes to your mouth on his dick. Grunts and curses a lot. May pull your hair.

junhui : depending on how you give it, he'll either whimper and whine if you're sucking too hard or push your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek and praise you if you go slow and steady for him.

hoshi : expects you to give him a head whenever he's only minutely hard, especially if it's because of you. Don't even start counting how many times you have sucked his dick in the dance practice rooms and backstages.

wonwoo : soft/hard dom, depending on his mood. Will either let you suck his dick at your own pace of will hold your head and fuck his dick deep in your mouth.

jihoon : a lazy blowjob is just another tuesday in his studio when he needs to relieve some stress and you are chilling on his studio. Will have you keep his dick warm in your mouth for hours till he is done with his music (or till your jaw aches, whichever comes first)

Minghao : rarely has you suck his dick because in his dictionary sex is only for your pleasure and refuses to let you take his dick in your mouth unless you actually beg plead for it

Mingyu : literally crazy over getting blowjobs. He has that stupid eyes closed mouth open smile on his face everytime you go down on him. Loves the wet and warm feeling of your tongue and mouth all around his cock

Seokmin : you know what's the only thing better than having your girlfriend sucking off your dick? Eating her out while she is sucking off your dick. Which is why 69 is his fav foreplay

Seungkwan : most vocal. Keeps praising you and whining and moaning and groaning and cursing all together. Maybe squeezes your face between his thighs

Vernon : he'll take a blowjob every where out of bed. On couch while watching a movie? Might as well take his dick in your mouth. In shower asking him to wash your hair? What better position than you on your knees, with his dick down your throat as he massages your scalp.

Chan : He's so much turned on after coming down your throat. Also a simp so he'll call you all the beautiful names. He especially loves when you have a face full of make up and proceed to give him a sloppy blowjob just like that, making a message of his dick and your face.

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240423 NCTsmtown Twitter + IG Update

"🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO #JENO

WE💚YOU"

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classic wonwoo photo time poses 🫰👍

+ a new addition to the lineup 🚌

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Excuse me miss catboyieejeno, any comments about game boy pt 2? 🎤

The Jisung stans (me) are waiting for updates.

MISS CATBOYIEEJENO WAIT-

Imagine this like you're a star coming out of a hotel and there's journalists and paparazzi and cameras flashing and mics shoved to your face while you rush away wearing dark glasses and escorted by bodyguards.

LMAOOOOOO that's literally how i feel when y'all ask about gameboy ... also this is the funniest ask i've ever gotten HELPP

BUT I AM WRITING IT, I SWEAR

i'm currently 4.5k words in... i just need to fit so many plot points and so i've been sorting everything out but it is getting written, i'm working on it literally everyday

it SHOULD (don't quote me on this until I post the official drop date) be out by the end of the month <333

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o yeah i post for piwon now 🤓

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bf! intak who falls asleep on your shoulder during car rides and plane rides instead of the other way around. probably drools a little too, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up because his eyes are half opened and his cheek is completely smooshed. so endearing, it would be a crime to disturb him :(

bf! intak who blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek. kisses on the lips are phenomenal, and they are his absolute favorite—but there’s something so sweet about you giving him a kiss on the cheek, especially when you have to stand on your tippy toes and rest your hands on his chest.

proceeds to hold your hands where they rest, looking down to hide the flustered, dorky smile that takes over his features.

“one more” he’ll ask, giving you the softest, pleading eyes. “please?”

bf! intak who blows raspberries on your tummy, and kisses it after. who also has a habit of playing with your fingers, or your rings if you’re wearing any. who has to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your hip, or your knee, or the small of your back. has to be touching you, and if he isn’t because you’re not nearby, he’ll perk his head up, and look around until he spots you. jogs over and fits his hand into yours with a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling “i was wondering where you went :(“ “but it’s okay!” he beams “cause i found you!”

bf! intak who wakes you up by accident every morning when his lips press into your shoulder or your neck or your jaw. the funny thing is: he’s still asleep. he’s kissing you and nuzzling into you in his sleep with his warm cheek pressing against yours and his hair tickling your face. his arm pulls you tighter to him when you stir, and finally, he wakes up when you stretch, in fear that you actually meant to get up.

“don’t get up yet… please, you’re s’warm..”

“intak, baby, i was just stretching.”

“come closer >:(“

scowls but with his eyes closed until you’re completely wrapped around him and under the mountain of blankets again.

bf! intak who always insists on showering with you. 9/10 times, he’s in there with you, and 6/10 times, it isn’t even sexual. he’s making a mohawk out of your hair with shampoo, and molding his own hair to match with a silly grin on his face. he’s scrubbing your face wash lovingly onto your cheeks and kissing your nose as you smile up at him (then proceeds to wash his face like a MAN all rough and crazy, which earns him a bit of a scolding from you). he holds you under the water and steals little pecks as the water bill gets higher and higher (at this point, you would’ve saved more water taking separate showers).

if you guys are playing music he’s singing loudly between giggles and designating parts so that you guys can put on a little concert. If there’s no music then he’s bickering with you about how you’re hogging the hot water, so he pushes you out of the way. only stays there for a few seconds though, cause the thought of you being cold makes his heart break a little. switches sides with you again with a little feigned annoyance, but even when you insist you aren’t cold he convinces you to stay under the hot stream.

bf! intak who tries his best to cook for you, following recipes of foods you’ve liked to the very last detail. refuses to let you help, but will allow you to sit on the counter as his personal cheerleader so he can steal a kiss or two or ten as he works.

is so careful to measure everything right, letting you try it along the way (only after he’s approved of the taste himself). watches for your reaction so so eagerly and smiles SO big if you say it’s good.

bf! intak who loves being praised by you. sometimes even fishes for compliments because any kind of approval from makes his heart so full and makes him feel so loved! “don’t i look handsome today?” or “did i do a good job?”

whether you compliment his outfit or his looks, or you simply tell him thank you for something, he’s over the moon

bf! intak who is has such a huge heart and gives it over to you completely. it’s yours! so don’t break it. falls first and falls harder, from the very first moment he sees you is so whipped. willing to give you absolutely everything and anything you want.

is so gentle, so considerate, so caring, so intak.

truly your best friend & lover all in one.

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[240415] RIMOWA Launching Event

Meoow.Universe 🐈‍⬛ don’t edit/crop logo.

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240330 follow again to incheon d-1 soundcheck. someone 🐱 do not edit/crop logo.

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u are so talented oh my… i love your writing style sm

:(((( thank you, anon, you’re literally so sweet 🤕

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hi pretty!! i just wanted to let you know that you’re incredibly talented, your posts never miss ‼️‼️ love ur work sm <3

thank u hello????? this is so sweet :(( sending u a big fat kiss, pls dm me we should be friends !!!!

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finally a lighting director that gets it

sharpening/coloring bonus :)

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[09:41] 💭 riding haechan (with some edging)

warnings: haechan x afab!reader, riding, unprotected sex, edging, breeding, light overstimulation, use of pet names (baby), MDNI

a/n: breaking my silence with a haechan hard hour.. i have no idea what inspired this but i hope u enjoy this.. it’s literally just filth

haechan can’t help the whimpers that fall from his mouth—not when you’re riding him so well and squeezing his cock with every slow, tortuous drag of your hips.

you’ve been at it for what feels like hours now, teasing your boyfriend until you’re sure he’s about to lose his mind. he’s close, has been since you straddled his hips and sank your tight heat down around his aching cock, and haechan’s thoughts are jumbled from how long he’s been teetering on the edge.

all he can think about is you on top of him, whispering dirty praises in his ear, all while dragging your pussy up and down his length. he doesn’t know what he did to deserve someone as beautiful as you on top of him. he can’t look away from you, eyes roaming every inch of your body as you bounce on his cock.

he thinks that if anyone were to be edging him to the brink of insanity, at least it’s you.

haechan knows you’re being mean without reason, pushing him around a little, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. he likes when you get him so close to the edge, his cock twitching and stomach tightening as he gets closer and closer, only to tear that release away from him completely.

as much as he whines and tries to protest, he loves every second of it. he’d never admit it to your face.

he places his hands on your hips, trying to guide you to a pace that’s faster and less torturous for his sensitive cock. he thinks that if he doesn’t get to cum inside you within the next few minutes, he might actually start crying. the tears that start to form in his eye are a dead giveaway.

you follow his lead, deciding to spare him just a little, and pick up the pace. he feels so good inside you, cock deep and hitting all the right spots. “good, s’good, baby,” you moan out, hands scrambling to find purchase on his chest.

you ignore the burn in your thighs from how long you’ve been riding him. you’re too close to stop now, and haechan’s nearly right where you want him.

“s-shit,” haechan whimpers, head falling back against the pillows. his hands squeeze your hips tightly, groping at the skin as he tries to fight off the urge to cum. the feeling of your tight pussy around him is becoming too much, and haechan seriously thinks he can’t last any longer. you’re sucking him in, working your hips up and down his cock as if you’re begging him to let go—begging him to stuff you full of his cum.

but he can’t, not when he knows that you’re going to stop. this is the game that you’re playing and without fail, haechan seems to lose every time. you get him so close to the edge, dangerously so, then deny him before he can even think about letting go.

his whines are loud, eyes brimming with tears as he tries so hard not to cum.

“please,” haechan tries, eyes squeezing shut. “m’gonna cum, please,” he begs, not sure if he’s asking for permission to cum or for you to stop before he loses control and spills inside your warm cunt.

you smile, stilling your hips to give him a break. you’re mean, but you’d never ignore your pretty boy when he cries so beautifully from underneath you.

“yeah?” you ask, coming up to run a gentle hand through his hair that’s sweaty and wet, sticking to his forehead from how hot the room is. “you think you deserve to cum now?”

haechan opens his eyes to look at you, nodding his head in desperation. his cock throbs inside you. “let me, please. wanna cum inside you so bad,” he begs again, hands coming up to roam along your waist and the curve of your back.

you let out a pleasant sigh at the touch, hips starting to grind in slow, gentle circles on his cock. you nod your head, finally deciding to play nice. “fuck me, hyuckie. fuck me ‘n i’ll let you cum, promise,” you whisper, leaning down to mouth at his neck.

haechan moans at the feeling, hips starting to buck. he’s been waiting so long for this—waiting for you to give him the permission to cum and fuck you like he needs. he wraps his arms around you and plants his feet on the bed, thrusting his hips up into your cunt.

he’s too desperate to care about rhythm, brain muddled with nothing but the thought to fuck, claim, and have you full of his cum. you’re squeezing so tightly around him, pussy wet and squelching with every thrust of his cock.

“hyuck!” you cry out, suddenly overwhelmed with how fast and deep he’s fucking into you. it’s so good and so much at the same time, sending you hurdling over the edge without warning.

“m’so close,” haechan groans into the air, hips still pounding into you as he chases his release. “gonna fuck you full, b-baby. gonna stuff you with my cum, c’mon, let me please,” he babbles without end, “wanna make you mine.”

“cum, hyuck—fuck,” you whine from the oversensitivity, hole fluttering around his cock as he fucks you past your orgasm. it’s overwhelming, but you need him to cum. “cum in me, baby,” you plead, words breaking off with a moan.

it takes one, two, three more thrusts before haechan’s spilling into you with a loud moan, cock twitching as his cum paints your walls. tears are rolling down his face as he finally gets to let go, arms pulling you down closer to his body. your pussy clenches hard around him at the warm feeling of his cum inside you.

you smash your lips against his, kissing him with need. he moans into the kiss before breaking away to pant against your mouth, the both of you exhausted from whatever just went down.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” haechan asks between pants, eyes finding yours. there’s a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart swell.

you smile, placing a light and chaste kiss on his lips. “i know.”

a/n: i don’t know what came over me but i need haechan bad guys pleasepleaseplease someone listen to me PLEASSEEEE!!! also let’s talk abt how this was supposed to be my birthday hard hour present…. mind u my birthday was last friday….. anyways everyone say happy late birthday winnie

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