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….😳

first time with hwanwoong

needy sensual type for a first time?

it'd be during a cuddle and like, you both would have wanted it

he would press wet kisses on your neck from behind where you back is attached to his chest

it wasn't helping that his buldge kept bumping up against the fabric of your butt

he's have such sensual hands that he'd run a hand through your stomach and place his fingers are your core

he would rub it and once he hears your sexy moans, he get on top of you and messily kiss your lips

his hips would play along, pushing against yours before your thighs seperate and he would slide at your core

he would seem really good at this game despite it being your firsts as he might smirk into the session

his hands would try to tug at your shirt to pull it off while he's still devouring your lips

the way he'd take yours and his clothes off would be quite aggressive but he's just really needy

he would kiss you some more on your skin before halting and looking at your eyes

he'd push himself into you and he's have the most breathtaking groan ever

he'd have a hard time opening his eyes because you were helping him push into you

when he moves and creates a lightning pace, his kisses on your lips would be increasingly messy and wet

his hands would try to hold him over you and he might tease his fingers at your chest as he fucks

he'd love the way your moans vibrate against his lips

he wouldn't want to stop eating your mouth

your hands would grip his shoulders

then you'd gasped when he leaves your lips to suck your chest, leaving marks

your fingers would grip at his hair now as you could feel your stomach uproaring

he'd groan loudly with much pleasure as they collide with your moans

he would hold your head softly against his as your breath calms then he'd press a hard kiss beside your lips

he would be smiling all night that he probably wouldn't wanna leave the couch

round 2 is likely... hehe

number 8 with ravn?🥺please

a/n: I was so excited to write this one !! I’m so weak for Youngjo :] Hope you like it <3

8. “Get on top, now.”

Genre: smut

I could totally feel his eyes on me, but it didn’t mean I would give him the attention he wanted. I try to hide my teasing smile as I keep on sucking on my rocket ice cream. My lips on the red, my tongue slightly peaking out while I turn the icy treat in my mouth making the nastiest sounds trying to look as oblivious as I could.

“You’re too loud..” He complains, attempting to look unbothered.

I turn my face to him and start pushing the ice pop in my mouth. It reaches the white part, then slowly it gets to the blue. I can see him swallow thickly and I control myself to not choke around the rocket. I start sliding it out slowly with my tongue trailing at the bottom of it then with a pop I take it out of my mouth.

“Sorry, I’ll be more silen--“ It’s the bulge showing through his shorts that cuts my train of thought. I pause for a second surprised but then an inevitable smirk decorates my lips. “Ohh.. Youngjo~ Is that seriously turning you on?” I say giggling as I lay back in the couch winking at him.

“It’s not..” He tries to look back at the TV.

“Then..” I lean towards him and press my palm onto his hard length. “Why is this one happy then?” He looks at me under heavy eyes and takes the ice cream out of my hands.

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Give it back!” He throws it across the room and after following the ice cream’s trajectory I look back at him. “Hey!”

“Get on top.”

“Hu?”

“Get on top, now~” He whispers in my ear and a wave of bliss parkours my body. I do as he says and his hands grab my hips to start rocking me back and forth against him. The fact that the both of us were wearing lose shorts made the friction absolutely delicious. Soon enough, I can’t stop my moans from spilling out of my mouth. When I look down, his cheeks are flushed and he looks happy at how fucked out I already am.

“Fuck, please fuck me..” I say my lips feeling heavy and his eyes widen.

“Already that desperate?”

“Why do you think I’ve been sucking that ice cream for?” I whisper in his ear and he lays me next to him. His clumsy hands make quick work of his shorts and I do the same with mine. Soon, he’s positioning his length at my entrance, and finally he enters me making me arch my back as I moan out his name.

“Fuck you’re so tight..”

Kinktober Day 2 : Fingering from this promt list.

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[7:52pm 💌] You were sure Youngjo was trying to kill you. There was no other reason for why he was moving so painfully slowly inside of you, his fingers, long and beautiful and slick with your arousal between your legs as he ignored your whimpers and pleas for more. He only continued his excruciatingly slow movements, dragging his middle and ring fingers out from inside you, all the way up and out and bringing them over your clit, only to snake them back in seconds later; deliberate. Curling them once his knuckles stopped him from digging you out any further, again and again.

‘Please,’ you begged, writhing in his lap, arms wound tightly behind your back, his own arm across yours, keeping you from touching him.

Your breath was hot and mangled at his throat, and though you couldn’t see his face you knew the look he was wearing. Insufferably soft eyes staring down at your form in his lap, no haste or remorse in them for practically torturing you like this for what felt like hours. Only adoration and that was probably what you hated most; that he could look at you so lovingly as he was making you fall apart. His lips were probably parted, his lithe tongue darting out quickly to wet the corners. Something he did normally and unconsciously. Something that would most likely make you crumble now and dissolve further into nothing on top of him.

'I know baby, I know,’ his breath fanned against your temple as he whispered, a smile in his voice. 'Just hold on a bit longer for me.’ He was requesting it like it should be so easy for you. Like your legs weren’t quivering on either sides of his thighs as you straddled him, any attempts you’d made to quicken the pace, thwarted by his free arm holding you securely around the waist, effectively trapping your arms and granting you little mobility. Like your insides weren’t clamping onto his fingers like a vice at the smoky texture of his voice. Like his teasing hasn’t been enough to make you cry and claw at his forearm holding you still. When you weren’t shaking and muttering nonsense and when he wasn’t fogging up your senses with his fingers inside you and his breath on your skin, you would very much like to have a chat with him about this kink of his. But right then, his hand around your waist squeezed you closer to his chest as he curled his fingers again slowly, his lips feathering soft kisses against your forehead and temple, down your cheek as you shuddered once more.

God. He was so deep. You could hear how wet you were every time he withdrew his hand and it was making your face hot. You could see your arousal drip down his knuckles and ruin his light wash denim pants. You could feel the oncoming embarrassment when you eventually would have to leave this room, with your knees chattering under you and the stupid cocky look on his face as he ignored the glances. You could feel the orgasm you could have if only he would move. Give you anything, more than this slow torture.

'Look at me,’ he whispered against your cheek, barely waiting for you to tilt your head up before his lips found yours and he was snaking his tongue between your teeth. If it were even possible, he slowed down even more, relishing the way you squirmed and squeezed around him when he nipped at your lips, as if to provoke you. He began rubbing slow circles into your clit with his thumb as his lips ghosted over yours softly, only his fingertips remained inside of you and nothing was enough. You pressed into him, capturing his lips briefly, only for him to pull away, a smile pulling at their corners. He was so smug about making you into a mess, you could hardly stand his stupid face right now.

'I really hate you,’ you huffed, attempting to separate your chest from his without the use of your arms, but his grip on you only tightened. In reply, he speared his digits into you, curling and rubbing at your g spot before quickly retreating and doing it again. Finally, it seemed, he actually wanted to fuck you rather than play games and you didn’t know if you were happy about it as your thighs began to spasm. Your body was shuddering and oxygen was clambering out of your chest in hiccupped breaths.

'No you don’t. Now be good and cum for me.’

dual complex (M)

— A wall full of mirrors and fuzzy handcuffs are no match to the pleasure Keonhee and Hwanwoong can give you, themselves.

request 1: Omg omg omg i’m so happy that you’re opening requests! You’re literally my fav writer😽😭 anyways, can i request for dom!keonhee with mirror sex? Thanks

request 2: Could I request Oneus dom!Hwanwoong with some mirror fun and rope/light bondage play? Fem or gender neutral reader :)

pairing: dom! keonhee x gender-neutral! reader x dom! hwanwoong genre: smut, poly! au word count: 1k [warnings]: katoptronophilia (mirror kink), light bondage (handcuffs), biting, marking, cum-eating, untouched orgasm, no protection, creampie, some possessive tones do not interact with this if you are under 18.

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Kinktober Day 8 : Creampie from this prompt list

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[6:50pm 💌] ‘Stay just like that baby,’ Geonhak whispers against your cheek as he moves to take his weight off of you, his hands firmly pressing against your back, between your shoulder blades, keeping your posture just the way he likes it as he sits up. His other hand travels down your spine and over the generous curve of your ass and under as he pulls your cheeks apart. He always liked to watch and after maybe the third or forth time you began to grow accustomed. It wasn’t as embarrassing anymore as much as it was hot.

You could feel his thick cum start to leak out of you as you tried to even your breath, still recovering from the absolute mush he’d made out of your insides a few seconds ago. It was warm and thick as it seeps past your entrance and though you couldn’t see his face from this position, you know him well enough to know that he was probably staring at you like god as he watches his seed drip out from between your swollen pussy lips, bewitched. One of his hands that were resting against the back of your thighs moves and you feel his finger press against your clit, slowly sliding the hot liquid back up and inside of you, his thumb, a faux plug.

'Can you keep it all inside for me baby?’ He’d moved again beside your ear, the rasp in his voice sending sparks down your spine and straight to your core and you clenched around him involuntarily. You hear the smile in his voice the next time he speaks and you know he’d probably felt that. 'Maybe not I guess.’ He retracts his finger and almost immediately, his cum makes it’s way down your folds again. 'It’s okay you’ll let me fill you up again, won’t you? I still have so much more for you.’

You could only whimper and nod in response because of course, you would. It wasn’t even a real question.