keep having this sick nasty dirty unoriginal thought of cockwarming wonwoo while he’s playing his lil computer games.

gamer!wonwoo that would just look so gorgeous in the dim lighting of his room, his features illuminated by the light of his computer. you’d stand behind his chair and watch him play, massaging his shoulders and pressing the occasional little kiss to his cheek which would make him smile and blush. he’d even abandon the game and swivel around to face you, the overwhelming feeling of missing you hitting him like a truck as he wraps his arms around your torso to pull you close to him. you were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties underneath and he still thought you were the most breathtaking human on earth. he’d gaze up at you lovingly through his glasses and ask you in the quietest voice ever if you’d sit with him while he plays. and how could you say no to sweet wonwoo ;( so you sit on his lap while he plays, facing the computer while his arms wrap around you from behind to tap on his keyboard. it would start off innocent at first, but feeling the warmth of your thighs and your ass pressing against wonwoo’s cock would make him needy underneath you. he found it harder to focus on his game, but he didn’t even want to. didn’t care that his friends were in his ear giving him the most shit for his declining game performance, because all he can think about right now is you. he wants to be closer, wants to feel your warmth but is sooo shy and will have trouble even thinking of how to politely ask you to sit on his cock and absolutely ruin him. you’d sense a shift in his behavior and his distracted playing, so you’d just ask him instead, the sudden request making him blush but eagerly nod his head. you’d stand up, pushing his chair back slightly so you can untie the strings of his sweatpants and pull them down just enough so his cock smacks onto his stomach. you’d sit on his lap facing him this time, pulling your panties to the side and slowly sinking down onto him. he’d let out a relieved sigh, feeling your tight warmth around him and distracting him even more from his game. you’d shush him gently and press kisses to his exposed skin, licking up his neck to his ear and nipping it lightly. you wouldn’t move, forcing him to refocus and try to play better and win like he usually does. only after a few rounds of his game would you start to harshly bounce on him when he least expects it, drawing a loud yelp of surprise from him. he’d completely forget about his game, his hands ditching the keyboard so he can wrap them under your (it’s his but that doesn’t matter) shirt and around your waist. you’d scold him slightly for not being able to play properly and he’d let out little mumbled apologies, telling you how he tried so hard to win for you but he just wants your touch more than anything :( just wants to give all of his undivided attention to you because he loves and misses you so much. you wouldn’t stop bouncing on him until you both are out of breath and satisfied <3

won’t be a one time thing either, would definitely be reoccurring. most days you’d let him mute his mic so he can moan and whine as loud as he wants, but sometimes you’d make him keep it on and hide all of his disgustingly lewd sounds from his unsuspecting friends. you’d make him keep conversations with them just so you can hear him struggle to hold back his pretty sounds. all while his face is super red and he’s doing his absolute best to win for you and please you :( i love shy wonwoo so much.

SVT FIC RECS

Guide: Not Titled (N/T)

Other Rec Lists: ATEEZ RECS

Headcanons/Reactions

Seventeen Whne You Ask Them to be More Rough by @svtfilthandfiction

Seventeen Being Needy In the Middle of The Night by @svtfilthandfiction

Svt reaction to you being shy too ask for sex by @pan-de-seungcheol

SVT + forgetting your date pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 by @ravixen

Ot13/Poly Units

Vampires Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 by @bluejeanstrash

#19: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism by @synthetickitsune

N/T by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Old Money, Bratty Honey by  @multi-kpop-fanfics

S.Coups

Red by @wongyuuu

The Great War by @amourcheol

Love and Service by @woozihaes

N/T by @multi-kpop-fanfics

N/T By @sluttyminghao

Jeonghan

Just Like Heaven by @hoshiputa

Call Me By His Name by @sweetlemontart

Mirror Mirror by @cheolism

Joshua

Masqurade of the Sinners by @multi-kpop-fanfics

neighbor joshua by @mountainficss

Jun

N/T by deactivated account (pls let me know if I’m wrong so i can tagg the og author)

Sound of the Season by @junkissed

Match of the Season by @1-800-hwahui

Do Re Mi by @onlymingyus 

Highs and Lows by @synthetickitsune

Wonwoo

What You Need by @cheolhub

The Secret the Moon Sees by @renaiswriting

What You Need by @cheolhub

Firsts (and hopefully, not lasts) by @blue-jisungs

Hoshi

Hoshi blurb #1 by @meltwonu 

Warm by @cheolism

Crazy Stupid Love by @toruro

Woozi

Like a Melody by@sluttywoozi

N/T by  @hannieehaee 

Girl Code by @beefboyandbabygirl

Minghao

Wanted U By @hannieehaee

Taking it Slow by @haoboutyou

Devil by the Window by @toruro

overstimulated minghao by @mountainficss

Mingyu

N/T by @strwbwoo

Gym and Thirst by @cheolism

N/T by @cheolslz

Seokmin

Sweeter than Pie by @cheollipop

Epistolary Yearning by @himbocoups

Tummy by @pinklemonadeflav

Seungkwan

Office Hours by @seungkw1

N/T by @hannieehaee

Knotting + Seungkwan by@sluttywoozi

Vernon

10:24 by deactivated account (pls let me know if I’m wrong so i can tagg the og author)

Can’t Get You Out of my Head by @onlyhuis

 N/T by @hannieehaee

Dino

Crybaby by @toruro

Size Matters by @onlyseokmins

N/T by  @sluttyminghao

missing wonwoo rn :( still thinking about pervybestfriend!wonwoo </3 you’d sit with wonwoo and finish the movie you both started earlier, glancing at him in between scenes and enjoying how tense and embarrassed he looked. you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on the movie after you sat on his lap and teased him for being a pervert. so you decided to make it worse! :)

“wonwoo,” you’d coo, his head turning slightly to look at you. his face was still flushed as he made eye contact with you. he still couldn’t shake the image of you on his lap. “yeah?” he muttered shyly. he watched as you toyed with his glasses that you never gave back to him, tracing the frame and temples with your middle finger. “let’s sleep in your bed tonight,” you’d smile innocently, studying the way his breath seems to catch in his throat. his eyes dart away from yours, a hand traveling up to anxiously play with the neckline of his t-shirt. “we—we usually sleep in here,” he’d gulp, eyes scanning the living room halfheartedly. when you slept over at wonwoo’s you’d usually take the couch, while wonwoo would take the the smaller love seat on the right side next to it. even though his legs are longer than yours he refused to let you sleep on the smaller couch every time you offered. typical chivalrous wonwoo behavior. “my neck’s all fucked up,” you’d lie seamlessly. “it’s not a big deal. we’ve been friends for ages, dummy.” you could tell wonwoo felt apprehensive, his eyes practically glued to his lap to avoid your gaze. “okay,” he’d mumble, reluctantly agreeing. he knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t help wanting to be closer to you. his longtime best friend/crush wanting to sleep in his bed with him? how could he refuse?

after doing his nightly routine he’d shuffle under his covers, sitting upright and leaning against the headboard as he tries to wind down for the night. he’d click on his bedside lamp, pulling a book from his drawer and reading where he left off the night before. he’d listen to the faint sounds of the water running in the bathroom while his eyes scan the pages, the gentle light of the lamp helping him settle down for a bit. he finally has a second to just breathe while you’re in the bathroom, but when you exit he’s right back to feeling breathless and needy. you had thrown on one of his white t-shirts, the bottom reaching down to your mid-thigh. your face was soft and glowy from your skincare routine, and the cold air in wonwoo’s room caused your nipples to poke through his shirt. butterflies swarm his stomach as he scans your form, only allowing himself one look before he buries his head into the pages of his book again. you leap onto his bed obnoxiously, the both of you bouncing twice from the force before you cling to his arm and lean your head on his shoulder. “not tired yet?” you’d ask, curiously scanning the pages. he shook his head slightly. “i just wanted to—” he peered down at you through his glasses. your (his) shirt had ridden up as you laid next to him, giving him a perfect view of your thighs and a glimpse of your black panties. oh. “uhm—just wanted to read a bit before bed,” he choked out. his face was beet red, trying his damnedest to keep his eyes stuck to the words on the page as you wiggle beneath the blankets next to him. “ahh,” you replied, scooting closer to him to keep yourself warm. “you’re so pretty with your glasses on, wonwoo.” you’d comment shamelessly, reaching up to adjust them. you couldn’t help but smirk at his embarrassed expression. you threw your leg over his body, sliding yourself to straddle him for the second time tonight. you eased yourself between his arms still gripping his book, resting a hand on his chest and brushing his cheek with your knuckles. you you were practically splayed over him, your heat pressing to his clothed erection. “they look nice on you.” wonwoo can’t seem to meet your eyes, swallowing dryly and clearing his throat. “th-thank you,” he quavered, closing his book gently and completely disregarding what page he was on. he dropped the book absently onto his nightstand. he couldn’t bring himself to care about it when he had your warmth grinding against his length and your soft chest pushing against his.

“you’ve thought about this before, huh?” you’d smirk. he wouldn’t have the words to respond, would just stare in awe at your form above him as his pupils trail down to your lips. you removed your hand from his cheek, grabbing his chin roughly. the sudden action caused a sound of surprise to escape him. “answer me,” you demanded firmly. he’d nod shamefully after a few seconds, not trusting his voice to carry out without cracking. you gave him a devilish grin, loosening your grip on his chin and leaning in to press fleeting kisses onto his jawline. “see,” you’d smile, taking pleasure in his soft sighs and feeling him grow harder underneath you. “i told you you were a pervert.” you’d snake one hand under his shirt, lightly grazing over his torso and chest. “n-no,” he’d whisper, hands grasping the sheets beneath him to keep his hands busy. “‘m not a pervert. i swear.” you’d chuckle at his flushed cheeks, pulling your hand from under his shirt to pry his fingers from the sheets. you’d guide his hands under your shirt, settling them on your waist. you grind down harder onto him, a choked sound leaving him as he grips your waist eagerly. “what else do you think about, wonwoo?” you tease, sucking and biting marks onto his exposed neck. “nothing!” he blurted too quickly to ever be believable. “i wouldn’t think of you like that. it’s wrong. it’s not polite.” you pull away from his neck to admire his pretty features, leaning close and almost brushing your lips against his. you’d feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stares at your lips, moving closer to you so slightly that you might’ve missed the movement entirely. you didn’t answer, just let out an amused exhale and pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss. after a short pause he kissed back timidly, his hands unconsciously sliding further down to your hips. you kissed him harder, sliding your tongue between his lips as he whimpered pitifully. the heated make out session threw both of you in for a loop, finding yourselves even needier than before. “can i take this off?” you urged, fisting at his shirt roughly. his glasses were slightly fogged from the heat and his lips were swollen from you tugging them between your teeth. “take it all off,” he pleaded, his nails digging into your flesh. “don’t care what you do to me. i’m yours.” you’d scoff at his begging, ripping his shirt over his head and tugging down his boxers. his cock sprung out and smacked against his stomach, a pathetic yelp leaving him at the feeling. you laid next to him and wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking at a maddeningly slow pace. “what do you think about, wonwoo?” you’d press again, refusing to give any more pleasure until he spills his secrets to you. he squirms slightly underneath you, hesitating at first. but as you circle your thumb around his slit he stumbles, “you.” you twist your fist once around him as a reward and he continues begrudgingly. “wanna…f-fuck your thighs. and f-fuck you while you wear my clothes.” his eyes slightly roll back when you pull your panties to the side and grab his hand to guide it to your core. his fingers graze your slick, feeling how wet you are for him. you slide his middle finger inside, sighing quietly as you feel him gently fuck into you. you rubbed your palm against his head, feeling him jerk in sensitivity. “you are a pervert, huh wonwoo?” you’d breathe, clenching around his finger and gripping his cock with more pressure. his eyes would burn into yours with a glazed over look, panting as he nods. “i’m a pervert,” he’d huff, the warm light of the lamp dancing on his face and illuminating the small droplets of sweat beading at his forehead. he slid a second finger in, whimpering at the feeling of your warmth. “i’ve thought some really impolite things about you. i-i’m sorry,” he spilled, his face burning hot with arousal and shame. “wanna mark you, a-an’ feel you around me…” you’d twist around him faster, pulling erotic moans from him. he’d plunge his fingers into you quicker, the squelching sounds from your heat and from his cock arousing him even more.

“i know you have,” you’d purr, pressing a peck to the corner of his mouth and watching him chase your lips for more. “knew you were secretly a filthy perv.” his hips slightly fucked into your hand, feeling his climax approaching at your degrading words. “i am,” he cried timidly. “’m sorry. i’ve felt this way about you for s-so long. it’s so wrong of me, i’m disgusting—ngh—‘m s-sorry, sorry…” he’d gasp wantonly, feeling your walls spasming around his fingers. “don’t ever apologize, wonwoo,” you’d soothe, your orgasm bubbling up and causing your body to twitch. you’d fist his cock hard, twisting your hand around him at an inhuman pace. “i like this side of you. even sweet boys like you think about dirty shit.” you’d smirk evilly, letting out soft moans next to his ear. his cock throbbed in your hand as your climax washed over you, your hole clenching around his fingers as they’re coated in your release. your sweet moans and crude words sent him over the edge. “cum, wonwoo. good boys like you deserve to feel good,” you’d whisper, feeling his fingers still inside you and a loud moan leave his lips as he shoots white ropes all over your hand. you’d stroke him slowly through his climax, only stopping after he’s twitching from overstimulation. his head rests against the headboard, his glasses still slightly foggy. he’d wear a look of post-orgasm bliss, but his eyes would reflect uneasiness. “i’m not good,” he’d blurt between labored breaths. “i’m a pervert. i shouldn’t think about you that way. it isn’t respectful to you—” you’d cut him off with a big smooch, pulling away and snatching his glasses to wipe them clean on your (his) shirt. “wonwoo, you’re literally the most respectful person i’ve ever met. that won’t change no matter what kinds of fantasies you have about me,” you’d reassure him, peppering a few more kisses onto his jaw. “besides,” you’d slide his glasses onto your face playfully. “i’m a pervert too.” <333

tagging @sdoulc for that pt. 2 <3 hope you enjoy!

i’ve been thinking about a pervybestfriend!wonwoo for a bit. i like the idea of sweet shy wonwoo being a disgusting pervert :)

wonwoo is a very polite boy. even as your friend he’s always doing the most thoughtful things for you. holding the door for you, offering to carry your things for you or lift things for you, walking you to your car or your front door so you don’t walk alone—he does it all! he’s the most considerate guy you’ve ever met. that’s part of the reason why you absolutely love being friends with him. befriending wonwoo was a struggle, his shy nature made him a bit hard to approach at first. but afterwards you were inseparable. any free time you had was always spent with wonwoo. you’ve probably slept at his apartment more than you’ve slept in your own. most free days with him would be spent at his apartment just lounging around or playing games together. spending so much time around you would bring wonwoo joy, but he’d constantly be finding himself flustered around you. he’d notice his mind wandering to dangerous places every second he spent near you.

his eyes would unconsciously glue themselves to your thighs while you game with him on the floor, your shorts being too short to fully cover them. he couldn’t help but imagine groping and fondling them. images of his cock thrusting between your thighs have crossed his mind more than once, and every time he caught himself staring he’d forcefully rip his gaze from your legs with a red face. his stomach would twist in guilt as he tried to bury these dirty thoughts of you.

he’d find himself fantasizing every time you wore his clothes. you’d often steal his t-shirts or hoodies every time you slept over, claiming his clothes were more comfortable than yours. every saturday morning he’d see you exit the bathroom adorned in one of his large hoodies and his imagination would be working. the amount of times he’s envisioned you bouncing on his cock wearing nothing but his hoodie is borderline shameful. he’d imagine how you’d smell like your sweet perfume mixed with his scent, how the smell of him would cling to you like you were his. he really tries to control himself but he just can’t help it. he thinks of you more than he likes to admit.

and what wonwoo doesn’t know is that you know how perverted he is. he thinks he’s good at hiding it, but how he acts around you makes it blatantly obvious he wants you. you notice how red his face gets, how he sometimes stutters and avoids your gaze when you talk to him. you always catch his eyes flitting to your chest when you wear a low-cut shirt, his eyes darting quickly back to your face and adjusting his glasses absentmindedly. you love how wonwoo acts when he’s with you, and how his chivalrous personality is merely an act. you know wonwoo’s sweet, but you also know that this shy baby’s thoughts are even more lewd than he’ll ever care to reveal to you. which is why you decided to dedicate an entire saturday to flustering him! :)

you’d wear your shortest pair of shorts and wonwoo’s biggest hoodie, giving the illusion that you were wearing his hoodie and nothing underneath. you’d find excuses to touch him, clinging onto his arm while he’s in the kitchen and “accidentally” brushing your hand against his thigh while you’re on the couch with him. by this point wonwoo’s buzzing with arousal, the movie playing on his television sounding like muffled background noise to him. he’s hyper focused on your head leaning on his shoulder and your fingers interlaced with his, rubbing small patterns onto his skin. he had no clue why you were being so touchy today, but it was making everything harder for him. he felt his cock throbbing in his sweats, and his body felt on edge being next to you. you glanced up at his face, relishing in the tinge of pink on his cheeks and his deep breaths to attempt to relax. he looked so pretty under the flickering light of the tv. “wonwoo,” you’d murmur, watching him slightly jump at the sound of your voice and try to play it off by clearing his throat. “hm?” he’d hum, his eyes traveling down to yours and darting away out of embarrassment. you’d put both hands on his thigh under the guise of pushing yourself upright, but you both knew your true intentions. “can i sit on your lap?” you’d question innocently, watching his reaction. you’d watch him swallow nervously, his adam’s apple bobbing as he processes your request. “you’ve never sat on my lap before,” he’d sputtered. “oh c’mon,” you’d grumble, tugging at his hand. “you’re my best friend. it’s normal.” and that’s how you found yourself seated on wonwoo’s lap, grabbing his wrists and twisting his arms around your torso and forcing him to hold you closer. his chest was pressed against your back, and you felt his shaky exhales tickle your neck from behind. you felt the hardness of his erection pressing into you, occasionally readjusting just so you can feel him throb beneath you. you snake your arm behind him, tangling your fingers in his hair and slightly gripping it. he’d let out a little gasp feeling you pulling his hair unexpectedly. “you think about some nasty shit, don’t you?” you’d chuckle darkly, feeling wonwoo’s heartbeat pounding against your back. “wh-what?” he stumbled, the feeling of your hand fisting his hair making him dizzy in the best way possible. you could feel him squirming a bit underneath you, his arms still wrapped around your torso. “you’re a pervert.” you’d stated, your nonchalant tone making wonwoo’s stomach drop in shock. “you look at my thighs all the time. and i catch you staring at me when i wear your clothes,” you’d laugh. you release his hair, turning around to straddle wonwoo instead. you throw your arms around his neck and press your heat against his erection, grinding down once just to see him wince. “you like when i wear your clothes, don’t you?” you taunt, a smile tugging at your lips as you study his flushed face. he quickly shook his head no, his glasses slightly falling down his nose at the small side-to-side motion. “it’s not like that,” he denied, scrambling to defend himself. “i’m not a pervert. you’re my friend, i love you,” he rambled, looking at you with a pleading expression. you’d smile reassuringly, one hand moving to his glasses to readjust them, running a finger over the hinges. “don’t lie,” you’d whisper, running the backs of your knuckles against his cheek delicately. his skin was smooth against your hand, the heat from how hard he was blushing warming your fingers. “i think you are.” you’d laugh teasingly, snatching his glasses and rolling off his lap. you’d lean your back against the arm of the couch, throwing your legs over wonwoo’s and slipping his glasses on jovially. “let’s finish this movie,” you chirped, turning your head towards the tv and leaving poor wonwoo dazed and turned on ;(

i <3 shy perverted wonwoo ;(

you and classmate!jeonghan have something special. your relationship has no label right now, but he can’t help but feel such a strong connection when it comes to you. and as you spend more time with sweet hannie, you start to feel the same connection.

which is why you feel so bitter when his not-so-secret admirer comes up to talk to him after class for the third day in a row.

she started talking to jeonghan recently, strutting up to him before class to ask him stupid questions. “did you do the homework, jeonghan? are you busy after class, jeonghan? wanna hang out and study together sometime, hannie?” you’d be fucking fuming when she called him hannie. every time the nickname leaves her pretty lips you feel the uncontrollable urge to punch her right in the mouth. and every time she rushes up to him after class and hands him a mini bag of gummy bears, you intentionally turn away so you don’t have to see her beaming face when he accepts them. he doesn’t even fucking like gummy bears. he told you so after she gave them to him the first time. jeonghan always gives them to you to eat after she leaves, why can’t she see that? you almost feel repulsed by your disgusting feelings of jealousy bubbling up in your stomach every time she speaks. but you can’t help it. he’s supposed to be your hannie, not hers.

jeonghan is no better than you. in fact, he’s probably ten times worse. such a possessive baby.

he feels the same wave of envy when your classmate from science class talks to you in the hallways. he feels that same sick feeling when said classmate tags along with you and jeonghan on campus sometimes, forcing his way into your conversation. jeonghan can’t stand the way he looks at you. he stares at you like you’re his entire world, and it pisses jeonghan off. you’re supposed to be his world, not your classmate’s. you’re supposed to walk with him, not let this loser from science class follow along like some lost puppy. eventually jeonghan would be the one to snap first, letting his green eyes get the best of him. “y/n doesn’t want you,” he’d blurt coldly while science boy was in the middle of talking your ear off. he’d know that he was acting out of character, but didn’t care enough to sit back and watch while this boy steals your attention. “go talk to someone else.” you’d both shoot him bewildered glances, but eventually science boy would begrudgingly excuse himself from the conversation and walk to class alone. once he’s out of earshot, you’d whip your head around towards jeonghan and give him a questioning look. “what’s with you?” you’d press curiously, studying the blush that suddenly settled in on jeonghan’s cheeks. you’d notice that his regular relaxed demeanor and smug smirk were completely absent. he’d cross his arms, seeming to avoid eye contact with you. “don’t like the way he looks at you,” he mumbles reluctantly, playing with a loose strand on his sweater sleeve. you’d just stare at him in awe, watching the way his pretty hair frames his face and how the spring wind ruffles it slightly. his mouth is turned downward into a small frown, almost resembling a pout. was jeonghan jealous? he had to be. “you’re jealous,” you’d state, not even bothering to word it like a question. you knew how obsessed jeonghan was with you, and you were confident his previous rude outburst was purely out of jealousy. he’d nod slightly in response, still not looking at you as he mutters. “you weren’t paying attention to me. he just kept talking.” you’d snicker at his response, grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers with his. you’d lean in and press a quick peck onto his cheek, tugging a strand of his hair with your free hand just to fluster him. “oh, hannie,” you’d sigh, shaking your head at him. “only you have all my attention.” hearing you say that would immediately improve his mood, feeling confident that you chose him over stupid science boy.

the next morning you’d be in class with jeonghan again, holding his hand as you sit next to him like you always do. his little fangirl didn’t come up to start a conversation with him like usual, so you were able to enjoy not hearing her voice for the entire class. that peace was only temporary though, and you noticed her flouncing towards the both of you right as you were about to gather your things. “hannie~!” she’d chirp, staring up at him with the biggest doe eyes you’ve ever seen. there she fucking goes again. you’d force yourself to take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten in a poor attempt to bury your irritation. the most frustrating thing about fangirl’s interactions with jeonghan is how she pretends like you’re never there. she completely dismisses and disregards your presence every time she’s around jeonghan. he wouldn’t have time to respond before fangirl is interrupting him. “i brought you a bigger bag!” she’d grin, snatching his hand and prying it open as she places the larger bag into his palm. your nostrils would flare at the sight of her grabbing his hand, but you’d do your best to bite your tongue. he’d force a smile and utter a small thank you, receiving a joyful giggle from her in return. “let’s go somewhere sometime, okay hannie?” she’d beam, whipping around and practically skipping out of class excitedly.

he’d turn to you slowly, swearing he can feel the anger radiating off of your body. you were completely silent, saying nothing as you snatch his sweater sleeve and exit the lecture hall at the speed of light. an odd little choked noise would escape him as you start unexpectedly dragging him along, leading him through the halls and across the campus. “where are we going?” he’d ask you once, but when you don’t respond he knows not to ask again. after your speedy walk you’d finally reach your desired destination, throwing open the door to your dorm room and tugging him inside with you. once inside you’d wordlessly push him against the door, pressing your lips against his in an urgent and heated kiss. he’d be taken aback by you suddenly pouncing on him, but he’d kiss back eagerly. he’d love the way you take what you want from him. you’d break the kiss, fisting his sweater and trailing messy kisses down his jawline. “she’s pissing me off,” you’d hiss between pecks, reaching a hand down to palm at his cock over his pants. he’d gasp at the sudden contact, his eyes slightly fluttering as you make your way down to his neck. “are—are you jealous too?” he’d ask breathily, a little smirk forming on his face over the idea. you’d nip at the skin of his neck, rubbing him harder over his pants. “if i wasn’t, do you think i’d be fucking acting like this?” you’d seethe, quickly backing away to tug his sweater over his head. you’d run your hands over his exposed skin, littering more kisses all over the expanse of his shoulders. he’d moan shamelessly, hips rutting up into nothing as he attempts to find some relief. “i’m barely touching you and you’re already this worked up?” you’d scoff, lightly scratching your nails down his chest. “yeah,” he’d huff, leaning his head against the door. “i like when you use me. makes me feel like i’m your property.” a slight layer of sweat would bead across his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. you were lucky your roommate wasn’t home when you had barged in with jeonghan, but you honestly don’t think you would have stopped touching him even if they were home. he was just too pretty, too fuckable to ignore. you’d chuckle slightly at jeonghan’s blatant confession. he’d always been shameless, never seeming to feel embarrassed about sharing any of his desires and fantasies about you. “‘let’s go somewhere sometime, okay hannie?’” you’d mimick, repeating fangirl’s words angrily as you drop to your knees and yank down his pants and boxers hastily. “i hate it when she calls me that,” he’d sigh in frustration, watching as you wrap a hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. “i-it sounds better when you say it.” you’d stand up again, pulling your shirt off and tossing it carelessly on the floor next to his clothes. “i wanna fuck you,” you’d declare, causing jeonghan to let out an uneven exhale. “can i?” he’d nod his head enthusiastically, almost not believing the words coming out of your mouth. you? the person he’s obsessed with? wants to fuck him? “please,” he’d whisper, gazing at you with that look. that look filled with desire and lust for only you. you’d say nothing, would only turn around and walk towards your room, stripping the rest of your clothes off on the way and carelessly discarding them on the floor. he’d follow after you clumsily, tripping over his own feet and feeling lightheaded from your hands on him. he secretly loves when you’re mad, it turns him on when you’re so frustrated you’re willing to take it out on him.

you wouldn’t even give him time to speak, immediately pushing him backwards and forcing him to lay down on your plush mattress. “can i feel you with my fingers?” he’d plead, his pupils blown out with lust. you’d give him no answer, instead grabbing his hand and sucking his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. he’d moan softly, feeling your tongue grazing over his fingers and coating them. you’d remove them from your mouth, guiding his soaked digits to your core. he’d slide them in easily, watching as you hold his wrist in place and slightly grind on his fingers. this was his first time pleasing you, and you looked ethereal to him. your face would be slightly flushed, but not from embarrassment. you’d still have that fire in your eyes, that look of confidence and determination to make him yours. he’d whimper at the feeling of your warm heat sucking his fingers in. “always hated when he’d talk to you,” he’d spill, entranced by you using his fingers like he was just some toy made to please you. “wanted you to look at me. i want you more than him, need you so bad. you like me more, right?” he’d fumble, the most desperate expression on his pretty face as he stares up at you. “i’ll take you out, buy you things, make you feel good every night, whatever. i’ll do anything,” he’d plead, the combination of his words and his fingers hitting your sweet spot causing you to let out small sounds. “oh, hannie,” you’d hum, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. “you’ll always be my favorite. don’t want a-anyone else but you.” his heart would swell at your words, butterflies swarming in his stomach and leaving him with a sickly sweet feeling. your favorite? oh, he could just sell his soul to you and belong to you for the rest of his life. he felt your hole clenching around his fingers, watching you throw your head back as you cum around his digits with a gentle moan. god, he could watch you cum for him all day. he’d slide his fingers out carefully, stuffing them into his mouth and licking your release off them greedily. you’d let out a breathless laugh, watching him as he sucks them clean. “please let me eat you out,” he’d beg, watching you hover over his aching length. you’d smile gently at him, grabbing his cock and positioning it towards your entrance. “next time,” you’d coax, rubbing the tip over your slick and pulling a sweet moan from jeonghan. “need to feel you now.” you’d sink down onto him slowly, both of you gasping in unison as he stretches you out. you’d lower yourself onto him and envelop him completely, his hands reaching out for yours so you can hold them. you’d find his little habit of reaching for your hands so endearing, and he slightly sinks his nails into your hand as you start grinding on him. you’d hold his hands down, trapping him underneath you while you rock yourself on his cock a bit faster. “mark me,” he’d blurt, his hair cutely splayed into a messy pile on the pillow beneath him. “bite me. and give me hickeys. just want her to know that i’m yours.” your stomach would do flips listening to him say that, and you’d lean down to sink your teeth into the flesh where his shoulder and neck meet. “then mark me too,” you’d command him, licking the abused skin to soothe it. “need him to know that i’m yours. i know you’ll like that, jeonghannie.” he’d make the most obscene noises as you suck and nip at his skin, leaving behind the prettiest marks in your wake. you’d take turns sucking marks onto each other’s neck and shoulders, letting out the most pornographic moans as you continue to bounce on him. “let’s cum together, hannie,” you’d groan, squeezing his hands tighter. “wanna fill me up? so i can walk around campus with your cum in my panties? he’ll know you fucked me full, my little perv~” your words would immediately tip him over the edge, his hips thrusting up against you as you meet him halfway. his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot, causing your orgasm to wash over you in waves and drag out jeonghan’s. you’d both be panting like mutts in heat, still rutting against each other and overstimulating yourselves.

“want them to know we fucked. want everyone to know,” he’d pant. “want them to know how good you make me feel.” you’d smile, his cock still buried in your core as you trace your fingers over the numerous hickeys and bite marks on his skin. “well, the marks will definitely let them know,” you’d joke, receiving a choked laugh from him. “hey,” you’d breathe, circling your hips around his cock, drawing a needy moan from him. “i like you.” his heart would beat faster, slightly pushing his hips up to fuck into you deeper. “god, i like you so much more,” he’d whimper, the sound of your skin colliding filling the room once again. you two just won’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves after fucking each other so good. and staring at the pretty marks on each other’s bodies would just spur you both on, continuing to make love again and again </3

he’d also let you eat the big bag of gummy bears bc he’s sure as fuck not eating those <3

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes

can i get some simp wonwoo crumbs pls

oh wonwoo would be the sweetest ever. my soft wonwoo agenda is going strong.

wonwoo would literally do anything for you. he screams acts of service to me. i feel like he’d do sweet subtle things throughout the day to make you happy. he’d give you his hoodies to wear when you get cold, even keeping a spare one in his car for when he doesn’t wear one on that day. he’d open all doors for you, refusing to let you even touch the handle before he’s beating you to it. he’d make you sit pretty in his passenger seat, always offering you his hand whenever you climb in or out of his car. you don’t even remember the last time you opened a door for yourself since you met wonwoo.

at home he’d be just as sweet, taking time to clean or help you with your laundry just because. he’d always order in your favorite meal when you had a bad day at work, feeding you bites and admiring the cute faces you make as you savor the food. he’d sit behind you on the couch and massage your shoulders, releasing the knots and relieving the tension that was built up during the day. would play with your hair and kiss your neck and just worship you. he can’t get enough of you, he feels like he’s addicted to your presence alone. he’d follow you quietly around the house, not wanting to invade your space but missing the feeling of being around you. he’d be like your quiet little guard dog, sticking by your side and making sure you’re happy and satisfied <3

and oh sweet wonwoo would get so much pleasure just from eating you out ;( he’d do it for hours on end, both of you settled on top of his plush mattress as he lays between your legs. his tongue would be buried into your heat, the taste of you and the pretty sounds you make causing his cock to throb underneath him. he’d press a sloppy kiss to your core, rutting his hips against the bed to stimulate his erection ;( he’d moan quietly as he continues to use his tongue on you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you’d run your fingers through his hair, giving him the sweetest praise and breathing heavily as he makes you feel good. and he’d eat every bit of praise up because he’s so obsessed with you. might even cum in his pants from grinding on the bed and your taste and smell overwhelming his senses. he could please you for hours and never get tired of it. such a sweet baby <3

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom

who in svt would be very into car sex and why is it mingyu

car sex

nooo mingyu totally would though! he’s huge, but he would just love the feeling of being so close to you. he’d have you right on top of him in the backseat, no room for any personal space. just the both of you pressed against each other as he ruts into you desperately from below. you’d meet his thrusts by dropping your hips down onto him, taking in the sound of his breathy moans and the feeling of his twitching cock. he’d feel so excited knowing that you’re letting him fuck you in his car, in public, and oh he’d enjoy every second of it. the car might rock because of how big he is and how hard he’s thrusting up into you, but neither of you care at all. all he’s focused on is pleasing you, and all you’re focused on is pleasing him <3 he’s just such a needy pup he’ll have no problem with fucking you anywhere.

i feel like hoshi would also really enjoy car sex, another very needy baby. i think he’d fuck you just about anywhere though, i sense a big “i can’t control myself i need to fuck you now” vibe from hoshi. like maybe you’d just look so breathtakingly gorgeous sitting all pretty in his passenger seat while he drives, which would cause heat to pool in his stomach. or maybe he’d get a glimpse of your thighs or chest when he glances over at you, which would give him the worst most unbearable boner of his life. then he just has to pull over and fuck you, because if he doesn’t he’s gonna end up distracted and accidentally driving his car into the nearest ditch. he just can’t wait until you get home, so he’s dragging you into the backseat with him and sliding his cock into you without a second thought.

jeonghan also seems like the type to like car sex, i feel like he would enjoy the risk more than anything. he seems like a little freak. just the feeling of knowing that either of you could get caught at any moment would make his dick throb in his pants. he always has that little smug smirk glued onto his face, and he’d have the same blissed-out expression as you ride him slowly in the backseat. always looks so confident, but can never seem to handle it when you fuck him so good </3 his head would loll back uncontrollably, leaning against the back of the seat and gazing up at you as you use him like a sex doll. one of his favorite things would be to fuck on a cool night, the heat from your bodies fogging up the windows of his car. might trace little pictures with his fingers on the fogged up glass, both of you giggling breathlessly like you aren’t still sitting on his cock and like you didn’t just fuck each other’s brains out like horny teens.

i’m sure there are other members that enjoy car sex, but these are just the ones that would like it the most (in my opinion)!

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes

still thinking of classmate!jeonghan that would just continue to become even more obsessed with you after spending so much time around you. would constantly sneak glances at your pretty face while he works next to you and would definitely brush his hand against yours a few times a day claiming it “was an accident.” you definitely didn’t believe him though because it wasn’t anything close to an accident. he does it all the time! and even that little bit of skin-to-skin contact would send a jolt of excitement up his spine. i swear he’d constantly find ways to touch you. prying your hand open to place his little sticky note drawings in it (and proceeding to hold your hand a bit longer than necessary). playing with your hair by twirling it around his finger, sometimes even braiding a piece if you’re in a generous mood. any little touch he’ll take because he fucking likes you. he’d think about those touches all day, even at night when he’s alone in his dorm and touching himself. he feels a bit guilty about it but he just cannot get you out of his head. he’d do just about anything for you he’s so whipped.

he’d even invite you to his dorm to do some studying for your exams, and would definitely be beaming when you told him yes. he definitely hadn’t expected you to accept his offer, but he figured he must have caught you on one of your more generous days. but you’d secretly grown a small liking to him too even though you’d never tell him that.

you’d sit on his bed with him, both of you going through the study materials together and having little conversations in between. you’d be sitting so close your arm would be touching his, but of course jeonghan wouldn’t move. he’s embarrassed by it, but he’s already feeling hard just from the sensation of your skin against his. he’d get a bit restless next to you, squirming a bit and trying his best to hide the growing tent in his sweats. you’d notice his constant shifting and shoot him a glare. “what’s your deal?” you’d snap, but stop yourself when you notice his slightly flushed face and his eyes seemingly focused on something below him. you’d follow his gaze down to his heaving chest and his very obvious erection. your eyes would widen as you mutter a small “oh.” he’d look at you with a look you’ve never seen from him before, a dazed stare filled with desire. “i like you.” he’d mumble, his eyes trailing down to your lips and back up again. “you know that, right?” he’d continue, his voice sounding almost hypnotic to you. “i know,” you breathed, avoiding his eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up. you’d feel his hand sliding over to your hand resting on your thigh, entwining his pinky with yours. the gesture was surprisingly intimate and it sent a chill across your skin. “can i show you?” he asked gently. you met his eyes again, his stare making you feel hot. “show me what?” you’d question, fighting back the urge to play with his pretty locks of hair. “how much i like you.” you blushed even harder, nodding gently after a moment of hesitation. you felt his free hand cup your cheek, pulling you closer to his lips. you met him halfway and your lips met in a gentle kiss, so gentle it gave you swarms of butterflies in your stomach. jeonghan could hardly control his butterflies either, his heart would be pounding and his mind would be racing with thoughts of how he’s kissing the person he’s absolutely obsessed with. he’d kiss you harder, untangling his pinky with yours to entwine your hands. he’d make the cutest little sounds when you kiss him back just as hard. you’d both pull away breathless and he’d ask “can i show you more?” you’d nod, not trusting your voice to carry out without cracking or stuttering. “wanna show you how bad you fuck me up.” he’d release your hand and untie the string of his sweatpants, bringing them down along with his boxers just enough so his cock springs out. his breath would hitch as his hard length hits his stomach, breathing heavily as you watch in awe. how can someone have a pretty face and a pretty cock? he’d carefully wrap his hand around it, stroking it slowly. little gasps would escape his lips as he pleasures himself in front of you. “please,” he’d gasp, reaching his hand out to lace his fingers with yours again. he’d squeeze you a bit tighter now, running his thumb over your hand lovingly. his precum would immediately make his cock slick, the wet sounds of his hand stroking himself would fill the room and make both of you blush. “this is how much i like you,” he whimpered, his hand gripping his cock tighter and stroking a bit faster. “this is what you do to me. i think about you a lot. all the time. i can’t stop.” he’d admit, slightly throwing his head back due to the overwhelming pleasure of his movements and you watching him. you’d reach your free hand around his body, wrapping it around the head of his cock and twisting gently while he strokes what your hand can’t reach. your action makes him let out a pornographic moan, his head lolling to the side onto your shoulder for support. “gonna cum—fuck, want you so bad…” he’d moan, his hips unconsciously fucking up into your fist. “show me,” you’d plead, absolutely entranced by the erotic expression on his face. “yeah?” he whispered, “i’ll show you. wanna show you everything.” he’d wince, feeling his orgasm approaching.

his hips would buck up, his release hitting him quickly as he spilled his seed all over both his hand and yours. his moans would be so loud, so dirty as you help him ride out his orgasm. throughout the whole thing his free hand would still be interlaced with yours and he’d keep absentmindedly rubbing his thumb across your skin again </3 he’d take deep breaths trying to calm down from possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had while you press a small kiss to his head, making him grin like an idiot.

“you kissed me.”

“don’t get used to it, okay? i’m feeling generous today.”

“i really fucking like you.”

“i know.”

even though you refuse to admit it out loud too soon, you like him too and he absolutely knows <333

once again thinking of sweet lil classmate!jeonghan that just can’t get you out of his head. it was already bad but after your little study session? oh my he’d be absolutely whipped x100.

you’d both hang out more after that, and your relationship had wordlessly changed into something different. it would definitely feel closer. he’d walk you around campus so you don’t have to walk alone, and would text you throughout the day to check on you (he definitely stole your phone number but you were happy he did). just little silly texts like

“are u bored?”

“i miss you”

“wanna see you. can we go somewhere? together?”

“can we go today?”

you’d laugh at his dumb little messages but you’d agree to hang out with him outside of studying and class together. he’d just take you to simple places, like to a cute little cafe nestled in the city or to the park so you can walk around and have random convos about anything and everything under the sun. and while you’re walking you’d feel his hand brush against yours and he’d reach out to hold it </3 he loooves holding your hand any opportunity he gets he’ll be reaching for it. would def hold your hand while you’re in class too just to watch you blush <3 but he’d be blushing too while he rubs circles onto your skin with his thumb. when you first met him you’d definitely be swatting his hand away, but oh he’s grown on you so much you secretly love how touchy he is. he still wouldn’t be over the jolt of electricity that travels through him when he’s touching you in any kind of way.

one day he’d be super fidgety next to you in class while you hold his hand, and you’d shoot him a small glance to see what his problem was. he was blushing more than normal, his face twisted into an expression that screamed discomfort. “hannie,” you whispered, trying to keep from disturbing your professor who was still mid lecture. the nickname made him flinch as he locked eyes with you, and you swore you could see the same desire-filled gaze he gave you when you were studying together. a quick flash of the memory of him jerking off next to you in his dorm crossed your mind for a second, but you tried to bury that thought. “are you okay?” you’d ask, giving his hand a small squeeze to keep him focused. he’d let out a small exhale, slightly shaking his head ‘no.’ you’d shoot him a worried look. “what’s the matter?” you’d press, letting go of his hand to press your fingers to his forehead and cheeks. “are you sick?” he didn’t answer, just immediately grabbed your hand and held it between both of his. “can i show you?” he’d question breathlessly, and your stomach would flip remembering what happened the last time he asked you that question. you didn’t know what he was planning, but you nodded in response. with shaky exhales he’d trail your hand down his stomach and to his sweatpants, your eyes widening as you feel his erection through the fabric. “jeonghan,” you hissed angrily, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone noticed. you both sat in the furthest row from the front of the room, but you were still worried someone would see. “i know,” he’d mumble, his hand still covering yours over his sweats. “i couldn’t help it. kept thinking about you ‘n what we did in my dorm. ‘n all the places i wanna go with you—god, i like you,” he’d ramble, leaning back into his chair and slightly bucking his hips up into your hand. you’d give him a warning glare, eyes darting from him to your oblivious professor. “i know, jeonghan,” you’d growled, watching him slowly grind into your hand. “i like you too. but this can get you in some serious fucking trouble. i can get you in serious trouble,” you spoke roughly, his head lolling back a bit from the friction. “fuck, you like me?” he’d repeat back, almost unsure if he heard you correctly. “don’t say things like that,” he’d smile, his other hand reaching out to grab your free one to hold it for the millionth time today. this boy can’t even pleasure himself without holding your hand and though you found it kind of endearing, you try once again to snap him out of his haze. “are you even listening to me?” you’d snap, watching him nod lazily in response. “i am. i know it’s bad but i can be quiet. i can be good. i’ll do whatever you want me to,” he’d slur, eyes scanning your pretty face that was warped with worry for him. you found it hard to say no to him. he can be quiet, right? you answered by sneaking your hand underneath his sweats and his boxers, wrapping your hand around his aching length. he gasped quietly at the sudden contact but made sure to keep quiet after, gently fucking up into your fist. “you’re a fucking pervert, jeonghan. you know that, right?” you’d quip, watching jeonghan smirk at your scolding. “i know,” he’d sigh, watching your hand twist around his cock from underneath his sweatpants. “i like when you scold me. turns me on,” he grins sluggishly, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as you rub your thumb over his oozing tip. you scoff at his shamelessness. you quickly scanned the room again, making sure none of the students were watching. jeonghan was doing well at keeping quiet, but the faces he was making were so erotic that anyone could tell what was going on if they looked close enough. “how many times a day do you think about shit like this?” you’d chuckle, enjoying all of his lewd expressions and the feeling of his heavy length against your fingers. you couldn’t help but be a little mean to him. “can’t count,” he’d admitted, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. “think about it too much. wan’ you to—ah—wan’ you to do nasty things to me…”

he’d try so so hard to form coherent thoughts for you but you would not let up on him, you would continue stroking him even as he tried to speak. “want us to do nasty things to each other—i-if you want it too, i mean. ‘m sorry. i just really fucking want you. need you,” he’d babble almost incoherently, his cock throbbing in your hand. you could tell he was getting close by the way his hips fucked harder into your fist and his free hand held yours with an almost bruising grip. at this point you had completely drowned out the sounds of your professor. there was nothing more important to you in this moment than hearing jeonghan practically beg for you. a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you sped up your movements on his twitching cock. jeonghan’s breath hitched as his head fell forward, biting his bottom lip harshly to try and keep his moans in. “kiss me,” he’d plead, looking into your eyes with by far the most desperate expression you’d ever seen from him. “we’re in public,” you’d tease, your head motioning to your classmates listening quietly to the class lecture. “just once,” he’d panted, unconsciously leaning closer to you. “that’s all i need.” you’d press your lips to his, practically swallowing his filthy sounds as he kisses you hard. he’d pull away gasping for air, his head falling onto your shoulder as your hand strokes him faster. “gonna cum,” he whines, nuzzling into your neck and pressing frantic pecks over the exposed skin there. his fingers would be digging little crescent marks into your hand from his fingernails and you’d find it so cute <3 you feel his entire body jerk and shake against you, feeling ropes of his warm release covering your hand and the inside of his sweats. you’d hear his little huffs and tiny moans and mutters of “thank you” right next to you ear from where he’s buried his face into your neck. his sounds would bring a chill down your spine, and you’d feel the arousal in your core. you’d pull your hand out of his sweats after he came down from his high, pushing two of your cum-covered fingers into his mouth and watching as he sucks them clean obediently. he’d look at you with glazed over eyes, continuing to suck on your fingers even after they were clean. you smiled gently at him as you pulled them back out of his mouth, keeping eye contact with him while sucking the remaining cum off your thumb. his body would still be trembling well after he finished, leaning his head on your shoulder once again as you both try to listen to the remainder of your professor’s boring speech about turning assignments in on the due date.

you knew jeonghan was whipped for you, but you were finding it hard not to become just as whipped for him <3

HEHEHE HHHIII !!! just here to ask abt any thoughts with wonwoo fucking quickly before you guys have to get going somewhere, you just look so good he needs you right then and there😭💗 (ALWAYS WITH THE WONWOO THOUGHTS🗣️‼️)

- 🦈🦈🦈🦈

HIIII <3

and oh wonwoo would be so cute. he just wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you while you’re getting ready. he thinks you look stunning in everything you wear, and he’d love to just sit and admire you while you change into a cute outfit. would always give you the most heartfelt compliments before you both exit your apartment to go wherever you’re going.

one night you’d look extra gorgeous though, and he’d have trouble controlling his urges. wonwoo prides himself on having great self control, but when you show him your outfit for the night he’s done for. you both planned on going to a fancy restaurant for dinner that night, so you’d taken extra time to make yourself look perfect. you had slipped on a dress that you bought yourself, and it hugged all of your curves and accentuated your angles in all the right ways. this was wonwoo’s first time seeing you in this dress, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. he’d be completely entranced by how good you look, and he couldn’t resist the urge to grab you by the waist and pull you in for a needy kiss. you’d kiss back, his sudden actions catching you off guard. would mumble about how pretty you look, peppering your jaw and neck with kisses. “please let me feel you,” he’d choke, his hands sliding back to cup the flesh of your ass. “please.” you’d sigh, leaning into his kisses. “what about dinner?” you’d mumble reluctantly, fists clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. he’d slide his hands up to your hips, gently kneading as he sucks a small hickey onto your neck. “promise i’ll be quick. just need to feel you…”

you wouldn’t be able to resist sweet wonwoo :( so you’d let him use you how he wants. would let him press your front against the door, bunching your dress up from behind with one hand. he’d free his aching cock from his dress pants with no hesitation, pulling your panties to the side and dragging his length over your already soaked heat. he’d plunge in, the both of you groaning at the delicious stretch. you’d press your hands harshly into the door, fingernails clawing at the wood as wonwoo fucks you. the way his body presses against yours has your head spinning, and his rapid pace was already threatening to tip you over the edge. he’d still be kissing your neck and shoulders even as he pounds into you like a wild animal ;( wonwoo really is the sweetest, he always wants to make you feel loved even during a quickie. would mutter sweet praises against your ear, nipping at it between compliments.

“so fucking pretty…”

“can’t even control myself around you. you’re just too good.”

“love you so fucking much. god, you’re beautiful…”

his constant targeting of your sweet spot would send your orgasm crashing down on you, tightening around his erection and practically milking him dry. his hands would just aimlessly roam over your body, grabbing onto whatever they can reach. he’d pump you full of his cum as you mewl underneath him, still recovering from your high. he’d just let you lean into him and hold you close as you both try to catch your breath. might even carry you to the car if you pout at him enough ;) he’d drive you to dinner and have the most romantic date night with you all while his cum is leaking into your panties ;(

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my brainrot is u and chan in college, young and in love. unable to get ur hands off each other and always feeling racy, literally fucking like rabbits every chance u get

i just had to add these pictures of chan in here because i just think he’s so attractive like i’m falling apart. anyway.

that is the most relatable thing i have ever read. it’s such a fitting concept for channie too. i feel like he’d be such a needy baby like that’s all i imagine him as. i’m sick anon that’s my brainrot too. in love with chan.

you two would be all over each other constantly, always touching and feeling and groping. you just can’t help it bc you love each other so much ;( you’d fuck him in his dorm while you’re on the couch, the movie you turned on forgotten and playing in the background. you’d bounce on his cock desperately, completely entranced by his gorgeous face illuminated by the faint light of the tv. he’d make the prettiest sounds for you as he grabs your waist, slightly sinking his nails into your flesh because of how good you feel around him ;( sweet channie would stuff you full of his cum before his roommate comes home, showering you with kisses afterwards.

he’d fuck you in your dorm while your roommate is in their bedroom next to yours, trying your best to keep quiet. you both knew it was a risky idea, but you just can’t help it </3 you’d be sprawled underneath him, a hand clamping over your mouth as the other fists through his hair to keep yourself grounded. his own hands would be wrapped around your warm body, his face buried in the crook of your neck ;( you’re both just so loud and needy that you have to muffle your moans or your roommate will hear! would feel so good when he abuses your sweet spot with his cock though ;( he’d whisper the dirtiest things in your ear too. “you’re so pretty. can’t stop fucking you…”

you’d even have sex with channie in an even riskier spot: the campus library! you’d both snag a private study room multiple times a week to catch up on homework, but you’d get a bit distracted sometimes. an innocent graze of hands would turn into sweet pecks, which would then turn into a heated make out session within seconds. the both of you would end up tugging clothes out of the way, shoving papers to the side so he can settle you on the table. neither of you would even bother completely undressing each other. wouldn’t give enough of a shit to lock the door either, you’d both just be too horny ;( the only thing in your minds would be the thought of fucking each other dumb. you’d shove your panties into his mouth to keep him quiet (bc honestly he’s sooo whiny, he needs it more than you </3), and he’d wrap your legs around his waist as he slides into your heat. he’d start with languid thrusts, but then would immediately speed up because you’re both too impatient to go slow. his hands would grip your thighs roughly as he pounds into you, and you’d let out the quietest sighs you could manage. you could tell he was getting close, but you were just as close as him. you’d grab his face harshly, pulling him towards you and shoving your other hand in his mouth to pull out your panties. he’d let out a confused sound, giving you a worried look. “i don’t care, channie.” you’d growl at him, carelessly discarding the soiled fabric onto the table. “moan for me. don’t care who hears you,” you’d smirk evilly, and his lewd moans would slip out right away. he’d pant like a fucking bitch in heat, his flushed cheeks only making him look cuter </3 he’d mutter nonstop about how bad he wants you and how he’s obsessed with you inside and out. “love you, love you, love you…wanna—ngh—wanna f-feel you like this every day!”

you’d be so in love you can’t help fucking like horny teens every day ;(

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thinking of a bratty college boy jeonghan who’d literally like…be absolutely obsessed with you. but instead of yk being normal about it he’d just make it his mission to bother you. he just finds it cute when you’re pissed off at him.

classmate!jeonghan who you’d have an early morning class with. he’d notice you storm in on the first day with your bag clutched in your hand and a glower on your face. even with the nastiest expression he’d think you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life. you’d plop down in a chair furthest from the front of the room and jeonghan would find himself getting up from his seat and sitting right next to you. you’d feel a presence to your right and oh it would make you angrier. you were not a morning person. it was too fucking early for this and you were too tired to tolerate any kind of social interaction. all these empty seats and this asshole has to sit next to you? of course you didn’t expect a pretty boy with long hair and an impish smirk to be sitting next to you when you whipped your head around to glare at him, but your scowl didn’t falter. it would take more than a pretty face to un-piss you off. he’d introduce himself and offer you his hand to shake, but you’d just roll your eyes and face the front of the room again. “you’re not gonna tell me your name?” he’d smirk, your blatant annoyance amusing him. “it’s y/n.” you’d snap, hoping that would shut him up. “the lecture’s gonna start soon. be quiet.” he’d say nothing, just smile smugly as he turns to listen to the professor’s words. from that day on he’d make it his goal to bother the fuck out of you every day just so he can get your attention.

he’d sit in the same spot next to you every morning, doing little things to irritate you <3 they’re never mean things, just things that he does because he highkey likes you and likes to see you all huffy and mad at him. he’d scoot his chair closer to yours just to see you shoot daggers at him but not move away. would sometimes grab a little piece of your hair and twirl it around his finger just to feel your hand slapping his away. if he’s lucky you won’t even shoo his hand away and will just tell him to fuck off, causing him to keep twirling it <3 would definitely whisper stupid jokes in your ear while the professor is talking, grinning and watching the corner of your lips fight to twitch up into a tiny smile. he’d draw little doodles on sticky notes of different things, sometimes drawing little animals and sometimes drawing cute pictures of you. would crumple the sticky note up and throw the little paper ball at the side of your face. you’d glare at him as it bounces off your cheek and onto the table, turning your head back to pay attention to the not-so-interesting lecture. jeonghan would definitely gripe about you not paying attention to his work of art. “c’mon,” he’d whine quietly, grabbing your hand and gently prying it open so he could place the wadded up piece of paper into your palm. “you didn’t even open it.” you rolled your eyes at him, huffing as you uncrumple the little square. you’d be met with a drawing of you as a stick figure, an arrow with the tail labeled (y/n) pointing to your little stick body. he’d drawn a bunch of little hearts around you, the drawing bringing a tinge of blush to your cheeks. he’d feel proud making you blush, a boyish grin practically glued to his face for the rest of the day. two or three days later you’d be sitting next to each other again, your notebook sitting in front of you as you rustled in your bag on the floor to try to find your favorite pen. while you were distracted, jeonghan would steal your notebook to doodle another silly picture inside. he’d open it and immediately be met with his sticky note drawings he’d made for you throughout the semester. would find things like his poor drawing of a rose with “for you <3” written at the bottom, his drawing of you as a pouty cat, and the stick figure of you surrounded in hearts he drew a few days ago. his stomach would flip at the realization that you kept them, that you secretly liked his drawings. maybe even secretly liked him. oh he’d love that so much. you’d finally sit up after finding your pen, eyes traveling to your open notebook and blushing hard. you’d snatch the book back and slam it closed, but jeonghan would already be grinning ear to fucking ear. his face would be red too, would definitely fight the urge to kiss you on the fucking spot. “want me to make you more?” he’d ask, his eagerness making your heart swell a bit. you’d mumble a small “sure,” avoiding his eyes as he practically radiates with excitement. he’d just smirk cutely and would be twirling that strand of your hair around his finger again. this time you wouldn’t say anything and would just let him <3

ugh this isn’t even smut and it wasn’t even supposed to be this long but i love the idea of little tease jeonghan that’s obsessed with you :( i’ll probably think of some type of smutty continuation anyway but ugh just the idea of him annoying you is so ugh <3

hi omg!!! what are ur thoughts on fuckbuddy mingyu😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hiii babe! ohhh my thoughts on fuckbuddy!mingyu?? omg that would be so yummy…

you know, i honestly don’t think he could do it! well i mean he could, but i don’t think he could do it for long. i feel like the big puppy would get attached.

you’d start off as best friends, always hanging out and spending time with each other. you’ve known him for a long time, so you’d both be very familiar with every detail about the other. what each other’s favorite foods are, what movies you like to watch together, even your preferences in the bedroom! since you two are so close, you can talk about sexual things with no guilt or embarrassment. it just comes naturally to the both of you. and on a night where you’re hanging out at his apartment, both a little tipsy, he’d bring up the idea of the two of you being sexual partners. “we don’t have to date,” he’d assure you quickly, his face flushed red from the alcohol. of course he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to date him, but he’d never say that. he wouldn’t want to risk scaring you away. “sure, mingyu. i’ll be your fuckbuddy,” you’d smile, the alcohol you drank earlier making you feel bold. his eyes would widen in shock at your choice of words, but excitement would course through his veins as he embraces you and presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

and that’s how you’d ended up in his bed the next morning, naked and trying to piece together the events of last night. remembering the arrangement you made would bring a tinge of blush to your cheeks. but you wouldn’t mind, he fucked you too good for you to be embarrassed about a friendship with benefits. the way he thrusted inside you felt like you had been doing this for ages, and the way he touched you felt like he knew exactly where to put his hands, despite this being the first time you’ve ever touched past a hug. you’d roll over and sprawl yourself on top of his sleeping form, poking his cheeks repeatedly until he stirs. his eyes would open slowly, his hair a tousled mess from turning in his sleep. he’d squint at you, half-asleep and trying to figure out why you’re poking him. you’d beam at him, leaning down to sink your teeth harshly into his shoulder. that would wake him up quick, causing him to yelp and sit upright immediately. “you bit me hard,” he’d whine, tracing his index finger over the prominent teeth marks on his shoulder. the sheets had fallen off of his body as you both sat up, his tanned torso and bare shoulders exposed. his pretty face would be adorned in a soft pout, and you honestly wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. he’d notice you shamelessly checking him out and would blush cutely. “why’d you wake me up?” he’d question shyly, watching as you lean in and squish his cheeks between your hands. you’d laugh at his cute fish lips from you squishing his face, shaking his head from side to side gently. “get ready,” you’d grin, releasing his face and pushing yourself off the bed. “let’s go do something.”

everything would feel so natural, going out and spending time with you like normal wouldn’t be anything new. but he knew it was different. he’d always been attracted to you inside and out, and now that he’s had a taste of all of you? he couldn’t help but want more. and to attempt to fulfill his deeper desires he’d literally want to fuck you all. the. time. when you’re in the kitchen cooking a meal for the both of you he’d bend you over the counter, stuffing his cock into from behind while he sucks pretty marks onto your neck. when you’re playing games on his playstation he’s down between your legs, lapping at your arousal like a starved puppy as you try your best to focus on the game you were playing. when you use his shower he’s sneaking into the bathroom and sliding in behind you, running his hands sensually over the curves and dips of your body. every second his hands are on you it hurts him more, but he can’t stop himself. he loves the way your body feels in his hands or pressed against his own. he loves how close he feels to you. his heart would ache every time he slides into your heat, because he knows that you’re not really his. you’re just best friends that fuck.

i’d give him about a week, two if we’re being generous. but after that i feel like he wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. it would hurt too bad, would make his stomach twist in agony every time you fall asleep in his arms. even though this entire thing was his idea, he was the one that brought it up, he’d be the first to throw in the towel. he’d decide to tell you one night as you lay together after a heated session, a sick feeling in his stomach as he forces the words from his constricting throat. “i have to tell you something,” he’d blurt, panting slightly as he still recovers from his previous orgasms. you’d laugh breathlessly, rolling over on your side to face him and propping your head up with your hand. “you don’t mess around, huh?” you’d joke, your skin seeming almost like it was glowing even in his barely-lit bedroom. he’d furrow his eyebrows in confusion, and you’d snort at mingyu’s puzzled expression. “we don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to, idiot. you’ve been acting weird lately,” you’d clarify, shooting him an apologetic smile. “i know it was your idea, but you’re not stuck with me. we can just be friends like normal again if it’ll make you feel better, gyu.” you’d reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, and oh he’d fucking panic. he’d shake his head frantically as he feels tears of frustration welling in his eyes at how wrong you are. that’s not what he wants at all! you’d feel worried seeing him so distressed, asking him what was wrong and if he was feeling okay. “i like you!” he’d practically shout, and you’d slightly flinch back in surprise at his sudden outburst. “i like you,” he’d mumble quietly this time. “and i don’t wanna be friends like normal. i want you,” he’d choke out his confession, avoiding your eyes. he couldn’t bear to look at you, was too afraid to see the look on your face when you rejected him. “wanted you to be mine. but it’s fine if you don’t want it. i just can’t keep…doing this if i can’t have you for real.” he’d feel his face being snatched upwards by both of your hands, and you’d pull him into a sweet kiss. you’d pull away, smiling at poor mingyu as he just stares in awe. “i’d love to be yours,” you’d grin, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip. he’d feel a huge weight lift from his shoulders, and not even seconds after you said that he’d be imagining your life together. better be careful with your words, because that boy will already be picturing your children and mentally planning your wedding <3 cute puppy.

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yes. I keep coming back. now.. as much as I LOVOFOVOOVOROVRLOVE soft wonwoo, I am also a strong believer on how he would just absolutely love to manhandle you and pin you against any wall or flat surface if u piss him off, CONSIDERING HIS HEIGHT TOO ??? omg meany rough wonwoo + fucking u against a wall smut ??? (OMG & DW ABT THE RESPONSE TIME IM GRATEFUL U EVEN RESPOND !!!)

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THANKS SM FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING ILY TO DEATH ANON <3333 also i totally agree i think wonwoo can be a meanie if he really wants to.

i think it would take a lot to piss wonwoo off though. he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to have a short temper, i feel like you’d have to test his patience for hours for him to get upset with you. maybe you’d feel him up while he’s in the kitchen, walking up behind him and running your hands up his shirt. you’d press little kisses to the nape of his neck, slightly grazing your fingertips under the waistband of his sweats. he’d groan quietly, leaning into your touch only to have you pull away! you’d give some excuse that you had to clean or do laundry, leaving him in the kitchen all hot and bothered.

you’d prance around the apartment wearing a crop top while you clean, which happened to be wonwoo’s favorite shirt of yours. he’d catch glances of your midriff as you lift your arms to dust and would stare at your ass when you bent over to wipe the low coffee table. the way your shorts hugged your ass would make his hard-on worse, and he’d inhale deeply as he tries to push his dirty thoughts away.

after dinner he’d get on his computer and play games with his friends, somewhat forgetting about the boner he’s had all day. but then you’d come waltzing in, moving one side of his headset off his ear so you can whisper the dirtiest things to him. that would be his last straw, shooting up from his desk chair and completely discarding his headset. he’d grab you by the wrists, pulling you in for a messy kiss as he backs you into the wall. he’d spin you around clumsily, roughly biting your neck and shoulders as he pulls your shorts down. you’d be pressed firmly against the wall, feeling wonwoo’s bare cock against you as he pushes down his sweats and boxers in one go. he’d fuck you open with two fingers from behind, being kinda mean to you in the process! saying things like:

“you’re a brat. i’ve been hard all day because of you.”

“if you wanted to fuck me so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“you don’t even deserve to feel me after all the teasing you did today.”

you’d whine and plead for him to fuck you, and he honestly wouldn’t need any convincing in the first place. he was gonna fuck you whether you deserved it or not. you felt him sliding his cock up and down your slit, pushing in slowly as you let out lewd pants. your hands would be pressed against the wall firmly, his large body practically towering over yours as he uses his strength to keep you in place. no matter how much you squirm against him wonwoo wouldn’t let up, allowing you no escape as his cock bullies your sweet spot. it would just feel so good to have wonwoo using all his strength to keep you pinned in place and fuck you dumb. he wouldn’t stop until you’ve cum multiple times on his cock and your legs are struggling to hold you up. even when your weak limbs feel like they’re about to give out wonwoo will just hold you in his arms and keep you upright, fucking you like a little doll :(

and through it all his headset would still be on, so his friends probably hear every nasty moan and whine coming from the both of you </333

desperately need to hear ur thoughts on bf!wonwoo asking reader to ride his abs 😋😋😋😋 love ur writings!!!!!

thank you so much, anon!! i’m so glad you like them <33

ugh this idea is just so cute. wonwoo would just lay peacefully on his back in your shared bed, and you’d lay pressed right against his side. you’d absentmindedly run your fingers over the skin of his stomach, feeling the contrast between the smooth skin and the hard muscle of his abs. you’d love the way they feel against your hands, a faint blush tinting your cheeks at how pretty and built your boyfriend is. wonwoo could tell you were glancing down at his torso, smirking slightly at the realization. he’d grab your hand and tug you up towards him, guiding you to sit up straight on his lap. you’d settle down on his thighs, and wonwoo would grab your hips to pull you further up his body. he’d stop you right on his abs, feeling your warmth through your panties and staring up at you with a lustful expression. “ride me? please?” he’d ask softly, receiving a small nod from you as you scoot down towards his cock. he grips your hips to stop you, slowly pulling your body back up to settle on his abs again. “no,” he’d start, guiding one of your hands to his firm torso. “ride me here.” you’d blush at the request, not sure if you’d even heard him correctly. “your abs?” you’d hesitate, watching him nod slowly underneath you. your face would be flushed bright red from your arousal, studying how pretty wonwoo looked beneath you. his eyes were half-lidded and desperate, his lips pulled into a cute focused frown. you’d grind down once, enjoying the feeling of the hard muscles beneath you and listening to the sound of wonwoo sighing dreamily. you’d continue to grind on him, your hands planted against his torso to hold yourself upright and your panties sticking to your core as you get even more worked up above him. the feeling of him guiding your hips with both of his hands would make you dizzy :( he’d paw at the fabric of your panties, huffing gently. “please take them off,” he whispers, feeling you swing a leg around to shimmy out of the damp fabric. “wanna feel it.” he’d feel you climb back over him, settling your wet core on his abs again. you’d both moan at the feeling, the slickness of your heat and the sensation of you gliding against his hard muscles turning you both on. he’d knead your thighs harshly, watching the movement of you grinding on him from above. he’d look so fucked out underneath you despite not being touched where he needs it the most. he’d just love feeling your slick gliding against his stomach and using him for your pleasure ;( sweet wonwoo just wants to see you happy and cumming all over his torso </3

i like the idea of a sweet neighbor!joshua. like just the sweetest guy ever that you wanna absolutely tear apart (in a good way).

he’d show up at your door three or four days after you moved in next door to him, introducing himself and presenting a sweet housewarming gift: a fluffy vanilla cake! he’d taken the time to spread frosting all over the top and around the layers, and neatly piped cute little frosting dollops all around the top edge. he would hand it over to you carefully, the dessert all sealed up in a cute glass cake tray. you’d smile at him gently, thanking him for stopping by and promising to return the favor. you’d study his pretty features, realizing how cute your next door neighbor was. his pure smile would make your stomach flutter, and you’d make a mental note to stop by his place later on during the week.

he’d think of you multiple times throughout the week, unable to forget the image of your kind smile when he handed you the cake. shua wouldn’t have expected a pretty girl to be moving in next door, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. his brain was full of questions about you. did he make a good first impression on you? are you having trouble adjusting to the neighborhood? did you like the cake he made for you? he’d find himself missing the sight of you, wanting to stop by your house again to get to know you better. you’d beat him to it though, ringing his doorbell and waiting patiently on his doorstep with a cute potted houseplant in your hands. he’d be shocked to see you on the other side of his door, but he’d be pleasantly surprised to see you again (totally not because he missed you or anything). he’d invite you inside shyly, practically grinning when you agree. he’d guide you inside, putting the little plant in the center of his dining room table and offering you a seat. he’d pull your chair out for you (like a true gentleman of course) and sit across from you after you’re settled. you’d both talk about everything under the sun, ranging from your careers to your hobbies and interests. you’d find yourselves getting lost in conversation, talking for hours and completely losing track of time. you’d apologize for staying so late and he’d walk you to the door, thanking you for talking to him for such a long time. you’d exchange numbers before you left, and he’d feel giddy knowing your number would be in his phone. his number. in his pretty neighbor’s phone. oh he’d be ecstatic! he’d find himself texting you in his spare time, thinking of you constantly and waiting for your texts :( meanwhile you would be thinking of him too, wondering when you’d be able to see him again.

you’d text him frequently, shooting him a text one day after you returned home from work to invite him over. he’d be brimming with excitement upon receiving your text, changing into a cute sweater and adjusting his hair in the bathroom mirror. he’d feel nervous knowing that this is the first time he’d be stepping into your home. he’d wonder if he should make some food to bring you, or put on a different sweater that you might like more. during his moment of overthinking he’d hear his phone ping, a text from you telling him he can come over lighting up his screen. he buried his worries for now, opting to just keep his sweater and show up at your door empty-handed.

he’d knock on your door lightly and you’d open it looking prettier than ever, despite just coming home from a long shift. his stomach would do nervous flips as he steps inside your home, the atmosphere cozy and comforting even though you moved in barely a week and a half ago. the warm lighting would make your face look soft and glowy, and joshua could hardly contain his excitement as you show him around your place. you’d grab his hand and lead him into the kitchen, asking if he wanted to eat a slice of cake with you. he’d blush at the sensation of your hand in his, noticing the tray of the vanilla cake he brought you when you first moved in. it would sit prettily on the counter, half of the slices missing from the dessert. he’d nod shyly, watching you cut him and yourself a slice. you’d lean against the counter, plate in hand and beginning to talk about your shift. shua would barely register what you were talking about though, his eyes practically glued to your lips. you’d just look so pretty to him, snapping out of his trance when you call his name softly. “joshua?” he’d flinch slightly at the sound of his name. “you okay?” he’d nod slightly, shifting a bit under the heat of your gaze. you’d find his flushed cheeks so cute, the thought of him squirming underneath you briefly crossing your mind. you couldn’t help but toy with him a bit, reaching a hand down to his lower stomach to play with the end of his sweater. “your cake was really good, you know,” you’d beam, lightly running the fabric of his sweater against your fingers. “you decorated it so cutely too! you’re a really talented baker, shua.” his face would be so red from your compliments, your hand hovering so close to him making him feel lightheaded. “oh, thank you! i um, wanted to bring you something nice to look forward to while you moved all your things in.” you’d smile innocently and set your plate down on the counter, dragging your thumb through the frosting of your slice and licking the frosting clean off. “well it’s definitely nice, that’s for sure. i’ve been eating slices of it all week!” you’d smirk mischievously at him, collecting more frosting on your index finger and leaning in close to smear it on the side joshua’s neck playfully. he’d let out a small gasp of surprise. “the frosting’s really sweet.” you’d purr, throwing your arms around his neck unexpectedly. you’d lean into him, pressing your hot tongue onto his neck and dragging the muscle up slowly, licking the frosting off his flushed skin. a whimper would escape his lips, caught off guard by the sudden intimate gesture. after licking all the frosting away you’d press gentle kisses to the expanse of his neck, his heavy breathing and small whines giving you the urge to ruin him. you’d catch his lips in a hungry kiss, feeling his breath hitch before your lips press against his. you’d taste like the sugary vanilla frosting, and he’d kiss you harder trying to chase the sweet flavor. you’d briefly pull away to tug his sweater over his head, hearing him whine at the loss of contact. you’d trace your fingers down his chest and torso with one hand as he kisses you again, your other hand fumbling to your plate and gathering frosting with two fingers. you’d spin him around so he’s leaning his back against the counter, smearing the frosting all over the bare skin of his chest and stomach. he’d moan at the sudden sensation, watching you lean down and drag your tongue all over his abs and chest. his cock would strain against his pants, the sight of your pretty eyes gazing up at him while you lick up his stomach making him even harder. he knew this would be a long night for the both of you.

you’d spend the rest of your evening eating sugary cake off your pretty shy neighbor’s gorgeous body and listening to his sweet sounds of pleasure :(((