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butt-lore · 4 years

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Wowkwan

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Song inspo: John Mayer

Words: 303

Rating: none

Warnings: just fluffy soulmate things

The candles that once stood tall and pure sputter on their last breaths, flighting fruitlessly against an ending wick. Wax had melted over the flat, crystal perches sweetly coating them into nondescript figurines new and bright to the world. Or well… the living room. The usually bright white lights would glare the plain room in harsh undertones bouncing off the white furniture to blind all who do not expect it, were turned cool and low, warmth of a fire without a chimney to claim in any of the houses corners. Music thrums through the veins of the two men spinning in on the cleared cream carpet. The smaller man, though not by much in height but rather a slender frame altogether, doesn’t move his feet for this dance. His partner, maybe taller but certainly wider in stature, moved his feet in time to the slow beat, except, on his own feet was Byeongkwan. Sehyoon twirls them in slow circles, neither cutting the silence, too eager to entangle as one. Sehyoon can’t help it though, his head slumping forward till he can lightly press their foreheads together, sending both into snorting laughter. Byeongkwan is first to nuzzle his nose into his lovers, lips meeting only partially. Sehyoon’s teeth blare back when the younger man pulls back, arms tightening around a thick neck, leaning back further and further. Sehyoon won’t have it, tearing his hands painfully from a slim waist to snake up the small of his back and glide up, up, up, till he can feel between defined shoulder blades, pulling him tightly till he can put his lips on Byeongkwan’s large forehead, staying there till they dissolve into another fit of giggles, older man lifting his leg high to throw them both off balance and onto the floor, love is where they are.

#a.c.e #a.c.e senarios #kim sehyoon #kim byeongkwan #wowkwan #a.c.e writers #sehyoon #byeongkwan #wow #kpop fanfic

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cloudycrystalkpop · 3 years

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So i have some bullet points i want to do, but im lacking any good ideas, so im opening requests!

Pls send in a request with any member from the groups below, senario ideas or any small details would be lovely but not required

OnlyOneOf as witches

OnlyOneOf as hybrids

ATEEZ as hybrids

A.C.E as witches

#a.c.e #A.c.e au #ateez #Ateez au #Onlyoneof #Onlyoneof au

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butt-lore · 4 years

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Cutest Cookie Monster

Just a cute soft fic for my cute soft boy. V short. Super fluffy

Yuchan x Reader

Words: 357

No warnings

Summary: Yuchan doesn’t quite understand the concept of “for everyone” when it comes to your cookies.

Actual cookies u heathens

“Chan, Chan, for my Channy Chan Chan, my Chan man, Yuchannie.” You hum loudly, noting how the man you’re singing to is ignoring you on the cream sofa. “Making food for my baby boy Chan with the big hands,” you carry on with your giggles once you hear a frustrated huff. “Because my baby must eat and-“

“I would like to request a new song.” Yuchan laments, face falling forward into the couch cushion. He says something about feeling bullied but you can’t hear him as you found another tune to boast about.

“A new song, a new song, because the baby didn’t like the old. A new song, a new song because he is my world. A new song for Chan, the best boy ever.” The green pillow nearly misses your head. That still doesn’t deter your cheerful self. “You said a new song? Did you not like it? I made it with love, like these dumplings.”

“If you’re mad at me,” he pushed up from the couch, faded plum hair tangling with his long lashes. “Just say it.”

“Mad? Mad? About this morning? And how you ate all my cookies? The ones I told you not to touch.”

Yuchan rounds you, placing his jaw along your clavicle. “I will remake them if you give me a recipe. I’m very sorry.” He pressed soft kisses up to your ear, whining into it when you push him back with your hips. You assumed you knocked the wind from him, but you also convinced yourself one container of cookies would be enough to sate the ever eating man. You weren’t mad truly, already prepared with dough for more. Lemon cookies were just his ‘thing’, his preferred drug so to speak. They were never destined to make it to the studio.

“Go sit, pout away from my food it’ll make it taste bad.” A quick peck and a slap to his ass, you shoo Yuchan back to the couch. “Just know, I require you to make dinner all next week for your transgressions.”

“Deal.”

“And I get to finish my lovely song.”

“Awful. They were worth it. Sing away.”

#ill add breaks to all my stories tomorrow?#lol #a.c.e #yuchan #YUUUUUUCHAN #CHAN #the loml #the boy with two braincells #and all the heart #and love #tried for smut and couldnt do it #he makes me too solft #a.c.e fic #a.c.e senarios #a.c.e chan

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butt-lore · 4 years

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A.c.e 1500 words or less

Can be reader insert or a ship (just a.c.e for now but more coming) 😌

“Because, I love you!”

“Are you cold?”

“Let’s go to the beach!”

“I swear, I’m not hungry.”

“I just felt like it.”

“Holding the world in my hand.”

“That outfit looks great on you.”

“May I kiss you?”

#a.c.e #a.c.e senarios #a.c.e fics #a.c.e writers #choice creations #choice fandom #choice writers #choice network #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop prompts #park junhee #kim sehyoon #lee donghun #kim byeongkwan #kang yuchan

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butt-lore · 4 years

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Yoonie

Rated m

Words 1463

You and a subby Sehyoon have only 20 minutes till his flight

He looked so pretty on his knees like that. Leather collar with gold and torquise reflective studs spelling out ‘pet’ connected to a matching leash. It was thin, perfect for my smaller fingers. His hands tied behind him. A reddening handprint marred his gorgeous pale skin from his earlier ‘slip up’. He would never learn. I trace my pointed stiletto shoe up his bare chest to rest right under his chin. A small jerk of my foot has his gaze pleading at me with desperate brown eyes.

“You look so pathetic, Yoonie. What would your fans say to this?” He doesn’t answer me, causing me to cut my eyes and pull his chain. “I didn’t catch that. What would they think, Sehyoon?”

“That I am my princesses whore.” I scoff as he rests back on his heels. I take my sharp red nails to his not bruised cheek, his skin is so soft and plush, even more so as I dig my nails into it. He hisses but wouldn’t dare move.

“Even though you look so pitiful, you’re still so gorgeous, my love.” I smooth out the skin while I stand from my bed. I lay a wine stained kiss on his forehead. “How are your legs?”

“I can take it, princess.” His smile always softens my heart making me want to hold him close to my chest and play with his hair. But this was one of the few times I got to play with my pet. I wanted it to last much longer than these measly twenty minutes. He hadn’t even touched me yet. And I definitely needed him to touch me.

I pull on Sehyoon’s collar once more for him to come closer to me. “Do you wanna taste, baby boy??” I watched the quiver in his bruised lips when he said ‘yes’. “One lick then.” All too eagerly his tongue is on my sex, one long languid lick as my eyes roll back. Before he got too greedy I pull his hair back. “You want more don’t you?”

“Please.” The way that smooth tenor voice which usually commands begs, is erotic. But it’s not enough for me. I need to hear him desperate.

“You were so vocal on the phone earlier.” I hum, nails raking though pink silken strands down his rounded face coaxing his eyes back to mine. “ ‘y/n, I need you, y/n I can’t wait to have you bent over and begging, y/n.’ Quite pathetic, my love.” I mock just to see the shimmer of arousal in his eyes.

“Please, (y/n) please let me taste you again, I need to, please. I’ll do what you want just let me-“ I pull his head back between my thighs and he’s suckling on my clit like he never will again. My hips move in sync with his tongue, hand seizing the longer hair on top of his head.. My grip on his leash slackens but he doesn’t pull away, he’s addicted to me. And I’m addicted to him.

I feel my end quickly approaching so I yank him back again, he whines at loss of contact. His eyes are begging again, but I take my palm to his face once more, not as hard as I could have, but hard enough. “That’s was out of line. You know better than to go all out without permission.” I sit back on my bed, legs crossed. “You really need to listen baby.” I reach for my riding crop, tapping it again his right arm. “How else will this partnership work?” A snap of the leather has him wincing.

“I’m sorry, princess.” I hit him on the opposite arm. “I won’t do it again.” The riding crop treks down his chest where I hit him again. I pull it back up to under his chin to make him look at me. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, papa... I know. Come here.” I offer my leg to which he quickly sticks out his tongue. “Go ahead.” Sehyoon licks my thigh and up my chest as I guide him with his lead. He awaits for my confirmation before latching onto my nipple. I pull him to my other one till he’s fully up on his knees, mouth inches from mine. “What do you want, my little love?” My hand finds his cock, stroking him a little aggressively. My thumb slips over his slit as all air leaves his lungs. Yoonie’s head hits my shoulder as his body convulses. I’m not surprised by the amount on cum dripping off him, he’s overstimulated and overwhelmed. His arms began to shake above my head, strong thighs wavering under my firm grip. I catch his open mouth with two fingers pushing them as far as his gag reflex would let me. I flatten his tongue to watch drool steadily drip to my chest. What a slut.

“To be in you.” He catches his breath enough to groan an answer.

“I didn’t catch that.” My grip tightens and Sehyoon loses it. I feel his teeth on my skin, causing me to push him off entirely. “Whatever has gotten into you I’m not here for it, Kim. Use a safe word. Don’t bite me.”

“I’m not a Bitch.” Normal, sarcastic Sehyoon slips out, his eyes widening at the mistake. I let it go. He can’t help that Side if him. Even so, I pull my hand back to his lips, he easily invites four fingers, apologetic in a way.

“One more slip up and I’ll send you to bed without coming.” I pull him back by his lower jaw. “Now kiss my shoulder better.” He does as he’s told. “Let’s try this again.” I sigh, gripping his dick. The reaction isn’t as violent, but Sehyoon was definitely edged enough. I roll off the bed leaving him kneeling by the foot. I glance at the clock on our nightstand, I had approximately nine minutes before I had to relinquish my hold and send my boy back to the real world. It’s almost comical how little time we spend together nowadays, maddening how very little time we spend together is always with others.

“Your hands must hurt.” He straightens at the promise of release holding his wrists right under my nose. I chuckle in near disbelief at the switch in attitude, a giddy smile building from cheek to cheek at the decreasing pressure to his wrists. But with his collar on, he won’t touch me. “I know you want to fuck my mouth don’t you, Yoonah?” Not trusting his voice Sehyoon shifts till he’s against the bed, legs spread wide, head lazily rolling onto his left shoulder. Impulsively, I latch my lips to the smooth skin of his neck, licking pieces sparingly. When I bite into the soft flesh my name leaves his mouth like a curse. Scorching trails of bruises decend after me till I’m swallowing him, hips jerking into my throat. I hear him throw his head back, strangled moans rolling off peach full lips. I pull back to smile at him, wiping the residual drool from his grinning mouth. I pull his collar so his lips are against my ear. “Think five minutes will be good?” Sehyoon whimpers.

“Dear god please let me fuck you. Please I want to touch you. Take the collar off please.” In one last act of defiance, I wrap my arms around his neck to place chaset kisses on his lips. He still doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t even kiss me back without permission. What a good boy. I remove the collar and it’s like he’s alive, twirling me around and all but slamming into me.

Sehyoonhas my right arm in his hand and his left arm around my hip. His lips attach to my clavicle and he’s losing himself in my moans. The hand on my arm reaches into my hair and he bends me over. From my hair to my neck, my face is rudely shoved into the covers as the hand at my hip is moving dangerously close to my clit. He rubs and I see stars. He’s not far after me. Near an hour of constant teasing and he’s spent, spilling his seed into me, teeth sinking into my neck.

We say nothing as he dresses, frantically throwing clothes on his person, he was going to be late. He tells me he’ll be back in a few months, he loves me, and he’ll miss me, bags ready by the front door. He kisses me fully, tongue caressing mine, hands tenderly touching my cheeks and curls. “While I’m gone, practice, you hit like a bitch.” He sighs, kisses leaving us both breathless.

“Leave, so you can come back sooner and I’ll ruin you.”

“I was counting on that.”

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butt-lore · 4 years

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Oh yes hello I’m alive! Want another fic? Of course u do! I had the MOST fun writing this cuz Sehyoon is one of my fave ppl for his facial expressions alone!

That one birthday fic I put off

Summary: you and Sehyoon had been dating awhile now, have had many shared shenanigans together. And when a fan asks about how Sehyoon is when he’s drunk, you’re more than happy to share...

Words: 1480

Warnings: it’s grossly fluffy? Alcohol usage, cursing I think

Not my pic but how I see him when he’s defeated.

“Happy birthday!” Sehyoon blinks aimlessly, a party hat strapped to his head upon entry, a placid smile on everyone’s face but his. They cheered and popped poppers around him in merriment, chuckling at his flat annoyance. Usually one to keep to himself on special days, or share his day with a very few, a group of thirty is a little much. If he was enjoying this, he wasn’t showing it, a full range of emotions but joy passing through dulling brown eyes. You move a bit closer, waving a timid hand pass his face. “Yoonie?”

“Thanks… I love it.” Even and full of disappointment, his husky voice pushed through clenched teeth. While his lips picked up, the rising star’s thousand mile gaze stayed put. Your own mouth threatening to break open in laughter, holding his stare, enveloping the both of you in a world much more familiar: a world you two have been sharing happily alone for two years. He said thanks, and he meant it, but here, where there is only you, he asks what the fuck?

You insisted, a party for Sehyoon would be amazing to celebrate debuting and his birthday, he deserves it. It was much easier than spending the day bouncing around from place to place visiting. A long, tedious tradition you hoped to avoid this year and hopefully many more. Please, try to have fun, your smile said, and you meant that. You knew, the hardest part of living in your head was interacting with others. Sehyoon was improving, but, you see now perhaps this was not thought all the way out. Shit. I’m very sorry.

Yes. Acknowledged. Then he was whilst away in a whirlwind of the many pieces of memory he’ll have of his twenty-fourth birthday. Drink after drink all but poured down his throat. Kim Sehyoon wasn’t good at drinking. And what you witnessed this night would live in infamy in your heart, and it all started with a single beer.

“To be fair it was a beer and soju.” Toned arms cross over a fitted black sweater, Sehyoon’s lips dipping to a frown.

“Yes honey we know.” You responded patting his thigh affectionately. “I thought I said that?” You look up claiming innocence, humming softly.

“Mm.” Peach gloss disappears as a line presses his cheeks up when you look back after a long moment of silence. His eyes pinned you down, shining in bewilderment. You weren’t sure what to call this face but it was very effective, you bursted into laughter and he soon followed. You both calm down to chuckling, Sehyoon fidgeting with imaginary dust on the desk the phone sat upon. He clears his throat twice before speaking. “After a soju and beer.”

“Right, after a soju and beer-“

Everyone had scattered to corners of the house, breaking off to smaller conversations, Sehyoon passed around in a ten min rotation. You watched, concerned for his social battery and well being, but after a drink poured for him by Chan, Sehyoon didn’t seem to have trouble keeping up. He wasn’t very talkative, but when spoken to, Sehyoon kept pace, even if he was slurring words. He spoke of a multitude of things he likes with passion a total of six times, something he does mostly when he feels like it: even then that’s when Sehyoon felt he could trust them. His forty-six minute rant about avocados was new to you, however, and by the end of it, you’re not sure if he’s for or against them, or why and how they were brought up. It was the way everyone zeroed on him, transfixed it seemed, holding onto the words spilling from him.

“I don’t care one way or another about avocados.” Sehyoon throws his hands up, licking his lips in the same motion he swoops black bangs between long fingers. “Hope that answers your question.”

“He’ll eat em.”

“Just don’t have an opinion on them.”

As the night neared its end, many participants heading home, meaning you, too, would have to leave at some point. As it dwindled to just you, the crew, and group members, Sehyoon truly came alive.

“I have a confession.” He almost said, the syllables dragged out longer than necessary. “But none of you can tell anyone.” Jun is first to lean in, trying to make sense of the gibberish he’s attempting at. Sehyoon sits bolt right, speech clearer. “I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh?” Chan just about shouts, jumping onto the cushion next to Sehyoon, bright eyes promising mischief.

“Mmm. Yes. She’s very pr-pretty. And very interesting.” Sehyoon carried on, you watch helplessly as he exposes you both so randomly. Sehyoon has a lot of secrets he can confess, you knew it, and he had been good for about two years. No one but your families knew up till now, not even the other members, you both were content with that for now, so if things don’t work out there's no questions, no scandal, a clean break if need be. And here he was, drunkenly ranting about you thighs. At least he hasn’t called you by name, it would be the strawberries on top of his birthday cake, you might start laughing. In fact, this whole situation was so funny to you. Seeing him so completely relaxed and friendly, not to mention by this time Byeongkwan had claimed Sehyoon’s lap for this important announcement. You watch Jun stretch himself across both Donghun and Chan, hundled close to their storyteller.

“What’s she like,” Jun laments, leaning his silver head into Donghun.”Tell us.” He’s equally if not more drunk, only adding to your enjoyment of the scene. You are grateful no one has kicked you out yet, but who would with the way you are holding your mouth covering a series of snorts. You meant no harm, posed no threat, well, not one to anyone but your own stomach, which was starting to ache.

“Y/n?” You zone back in, shaking your giggles free to prepare for you doom. It’s Jun again. “Do you know Yoonie’s girlfriend?” His smile mirrors that of his friends; drunk.

Chan and Donghun are snickering, you can understand why, you were just seconds from bursting into a cackle.

It's what Byeonkwan says that stops your fun time, “Is this the same girlfriend or a different one?” His comment is innocent, genuine curiosity in his soft tone.

“We’ve been together for three years, keep up, Kwannie.” The two drunken men descend into chaos, dragging the one on Sehyoon’s lap in by proxy.

“You told us…” Donghun answers, “Twice, dear.”

“Oh.” Sehyoon looks dissatisfied, with what, you can’t place. His black straight eyebrows knitting together in concentration. “Did I tell you who?” Well isn’t that just about the dumbest thing your boyfriend has ever said.

“Yes, Y/n is literally right there.” You’re not sure who had more patience, A saint or Donghun.

“Oh right. Y/n did I tell you?”

“You know that look you get when your brain just shuts down and you feel so defeated you can't do anything but just sigh and think about what life events got you to the current situation you’re in?” Sehyoon pushes his office chair back, a sharp bark from his chest as he doubles over. “I felt like Satan had won that day.” You keep your tone plain, sipping from your coffee mug. Sehyoon is still howling behind you. You just blink ahead, he’ll tire himself out.

His laughter continues to echo as you carry on the tale of a Drunk Sehyoon.

“No, you haven’t.” You smile brightly. “Who?”

Sehyoon doesn’t have an answer for you, not a good one for that matter. “I don’t remember her name.”

You knew this wasn’t right, to tease a drunk person, but he already confessed twice before, a harmless prank wouldn’t hurt. “Is she made up?” You tilt your head gently, listening to the mixture of his ranting and the others staggered amusement. “Well why don’t you call her here then?” You shoot when he tells you you suck for not believing him.

“I will.”

“I will never live it down ever. They won’t let me. The crew, the group, Y/n. And now you all.” Sehyoon’s soul slips from his eyes again, shoulders sagging. “And that’s the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done.”

“It was a good birthday though.” You hummed, remembering how he refused to let you go home after that phone call, it ended with you holding him close against your chest. Drunk Sehyoon was just as cuddly as sober Sehyoon.

“From what I hear I had a good time.” Sehyoon swipes at the back of his head sheepishly. “I’m glad this year we decided against that, though.”

“Wouldn’t want to confess to your girlfriend that you have a girlfriend again right?”

“Well that’s a good place to end it, thank you for joining us today-”

“You’re confusion when my phone rang was just the cutest.”

“Thank you, bye bye.”

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butt-lore · 4 years

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Pretty Girl

rated: m

Tags: Dom/sub, degradation, rough sex

Words: 1634

“Spread it open, lemme see that pretty pussy open wide for me, babygirl.” He watches with unwavering eyes as her right hand slides over the curve of her hip dragging long pink nails to grip at her ass cheek, pulling the fat up for him. He hums his approval, his own fingers tracing patterns along her side up to cup a breast, gently twisting the nipple just to hear her gasp. It was Sehyoon’s favorite game after all; just how long can Y/n handle such gruelling foreplay? An half hour of him lazily dragging his long tongue over her clit while delicate fingers find themselves stroking her walls. Only, he grew bored of the activity, not being ‘testing of will’ enough. That led her over his lap, wet hands palming at her bottom, treating it like a squishy toy. Sehyoon would alternate between that and spanking, the occasional finger desperate to feel how wet the action got her. And now here the pair were, her on her side spreading her wet folds for a hard Sehyoon hovering over her, phone in one hand, cock in the other. “A little wider.” her comply with a meek whimper.

This was torture. She felt every clench of muscle send shockwaves all the way from her toes to her ears. It didn’t take Sehyoon long to realize his darling girl needed more than heavy petting and makeout sessions to cum for him. The woman preferred a dirty mouth from soft tones whispered on heated vanilla bean skin. her loved to hear Sehyoon’s appraisal when he grinds y/n slowly stupid, cried for him to call her names, to pull herr hair back to spit in herr mouth, writhed beneath him on herr stomach as he tells her a nasty fantasy. And Sehyoon was more than happy to oblige. Anything to see his sweet girl come undone.

“What would herr family say if these pictures of her got out, hm?” He’s rubbing his bare dick along her pussy, wetting the head with a hiss. “her’d like that wouldn’t her, y/n?” Tears prick at her deep brown eyes, shutting tight to shed them as Sehyoon started the slow process of filling her. “The idea of people seeing you wet and fucked out.” Y/n’s pupils blow wide before rolling back with a deep groan. He stills to snap another photo. “But, her’re missing something aren’t her, princess?” He tosses his phone to the side for a moment to focus his sights on her lips. Dipping fingers between them and sighing as her greedily sucked them to the back of her throat. “Keep spread just like that, gorgeous.” Forest hazel irises soften at herr appearance. This is absolutely the way he got addicted in such a short time frame. Sex be damned, it was this look; drool rolling down herr chin, his middle finger obstructing speech, sweat curling once straight strands, chest heaving, a slight arch as herr torso twists towards him. Sehyoon forever immortalizes the moment with another photo. Then he halts, all pleasure leaving his face.

“You have no idea just how beautiful you are,Y/n.” He removes his hand from her mouth, moving quickly to rub firmly against her ass hole. “I don’t think I’d like it if your pictures got out, y/n.” As slowly as he pushed his cock in her he does the same with his index, a soft smile breaking on pink lips. “Then people would know just how much my baby loves things in her ass.” It's as if he’s lost in thought, not in control of his movements but rather autopilot and muscle memory. “I would hate that other people unworthy of you would see just how well you stretch for my cock.” Sehyoon isn’t looking for a response, knowing y/n was too far gone to answer. “But on the other hand, they’d know you’re only like this for me, right?” She bites her bottom lip to suppress a moan, Sehyoon clicks his tongue. “You don’t have to be quiet my love, I know you love when I fuck you silly.” That’s all she needs before he thrusts shallowly into her hitting that spot, setting off lewd noises that virberate throughout the room. “Moan for me, beautiful.” Sehyoonhyung finally forgets his phone in favor of raking his hands over her hips, caressing her skin till his right hand meets her throat, testing a squeeze and relishing in the look she throws at him. “There’s my gorgeous little whore.” She cries out his name as gospel, begging for release. “Wait just a little longer.” Sehyoonhyung moans back, kissing her nose when he rocks forward. He falls silent again, face scrunching up when she clenches around him. Curses tumble out both pairs of lips as emotions run higher, every roll of his hips into her drives each party halfway insane. He could listen to the soundtrack of her mewling and begging all night.

“Sehyoonah… please.” A broken scream ripping from her burning lungs desperately clawing up strong arms that trap her in the endless cycle of just a hint of an orgasm. “May I-” a rough thrust cuts off thoughts and mumbles, spit covering half of her beautiful face. It’s replaced with his waiting tongue, cleaning all the slavia he could reach, capturing her quivering lip in his teeth. Sehyoon’s pace is maddeningly soft when he pulls back to watch her writhe beneath him.

“Cum beautifully for me, show me how well her can cum.” It’s not immediate, a rolling boil of blood rushing into her ears deafening all around her but him. Y/n would never admit it, call it pride, but she loved this. The complete domination of her body from a man twice her size is less daunting than expected initially. her first time together was slow and sweet, light peks and giggles shared as he held her impossibly close on his couch. A little too much wine and a little more touching got her where she is now. Well that and his devotion to making her cry.

Unsure how to feel when Sehyoon first asks if she has kinks he should know of, she absently prattle off soft kinks much to his dismay.

“herr real kinks, peaches.” His stern tenor matches the hand he held herr chin with. “What truly makes my little girl wet?”

“she'll find them off putting.”

“Then all the rest before me were cowards.” He loves the way her chuckle at that, upset he wasn’t particularly funny enough to make her laugh all the time. “For me, it’s about pleasing the other. No matter how I am, I want my partner, in this case her, to feel like there’s no gravity when I make love to them.” His eyes shine with genuineness, “As long as her cum, that’s my goal. I also like pictures, videos, and a recent kink of making intense love and mind breaking my partner.”

“I like being called bitch and slut and stuff.” Sehyoon’s brows crease. “I like being slapped, not too hard, dominated, but not roughly. A soft dom if her will.” Sehyoon nods, face unreadable. she almost pushed him back to excuse herself back to her house, his apartment rowing too awkward to bear. Only she never did, Sehyoon didn’t let that happen. Instead he worshipped her body at all hours of the night, telling her to cum in the wee morning light. her body was sore through all of work, concerning her co-workers that she was pushing herself too hard again. If only they knew.

Sehyoon quickened his pace to ride out his precious one’s orgasm, watching the ‘life’ fall from a glassy stare. “My fucked out little whore. Did oppa fuck her stupid pretty girl?” All he gets in return are steady tears and drool down her face. A sudden thought hits him as he jacks himself off in her, he shouldn’t have waited for her to take her makeup off, wanting to see how messy he could get it. Since he met the lipstick fatal, colorful lip prints were something he secretly adored even if he bitches how hard it is to get red stains off his dick. There’s nothing he could think of more perfect than this girl right now and forever. The world ended with her. And as he came with her name on his lips, Sehyoonhyung leaned his forehead to herrs.

“Talk to me baby.” He strokes at the matted curls and straight ends, “Hey mamas.” He can’t help but smile on her lips, kissing up her tears, down to her throat, nuzzling his nose to breathe in the soft honeysuckle of her herr wash. “Y/n/n, love.”

“I hear you, shut up, dear.” Y/n’s shallow breathing ebbs out, her mind catching up to hazily take in Sehyoon’s sweaty form. Black hair stuck to his forehead, tan skin of his chest, face, and shoulders flushed red, lips swollen, teeth and suckling marks lined the column of his neck. If her felt fucked out, Sehyoon looked it. “You’re a mess.”

“You make me like this.” She gently pushes her charge off to resituate, but a firm hand on her abdomen stops her. “I wanna try something.” She sighs but lies flat on her back, the pop star parting her legs wide enough to dip his head between them. He’s careful to avoid her clit, lapping his spilled seed lackadaisically from here still sensitive cunt- a mental note that’d this is also something he’d do whenever he came in her from now till forever. The mixture of their lovemaking could be dangerous, he thinks, lifting her into his arms to collapse on the bed, her head resting on his vibrating chest.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, Sehyoon.”

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