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pretty little thing

જ⁀➴ park seonghwa x fem!reader

❝you knew there must be another side to him. one with needs and wants and hidden desires. you couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.❞

wc; 2.4k

cw; mdni, nerd!seonghwa, college au, SMUT, first time together, established relationship, soft dom hwa, thigh riding, slight praise kink, dacryphila, unprotected sex, overuse of pet names, hwa in glasses (a warning of its own)

notes; i hope you all enjoy♡

🎧 all mine by plaza + hrs & hrs by muni long

When you first met Park Seonghwa, you hadn't thought much of him. Other than he was devastatingly beautiful, with the kind of smile you'd expect sweet woodland creatures to flock to and a soft spoken voice that matched absolutely everything else about him. His long wavy hair curling onto his reddened cheeks and big round eyes, and his perfectly color coordinated attire. The only thing that even could possibly take away from it all were the large black rimmed glasses he wore everyday. Too big for his face, really, with the way they were constantly slipping down his nose.

They were just as clumsy as the rest of his endearingly awkward demeanor. His sheepish half smiles when you complimented his outfits and stuttered apologies after accidentally bumping into you in the halls. Everything about Seonghwa was exactly that. Endearing.

So sweet your teeth physically hurt. So cute, a constant smile remained on your face even hours after your shared elective class ended. You felt yourself fall rather quickly for the shy, darling film studies major. Enamored by his ramblings about the Star Wars franchise over lunch and the animal crossing stickers decorating his laptop case.

He wasn't the type you'd normally go for, not at all. He couldn't be more different, really. Seonghwa looked like a doll in comparison to the almost rugged quality of your previous exes. Where they were rough edges and blatant arrogance, he was all kind eyes and soft lines. Tender and pure and all things good in the world.

You didn't dare let yourself believe you had him fully figured out - it was much to early to say that exactly - but you felt you had a pretty good idea. Especially after you ended up being the one to ask him out, following his many failed attempts at getting the words out for himself. Only to then end up helping him recollect the folders he had dropped in surprise at your offer as he struggled out a flustered and enthusiastic yes.

You knew there must be something more to him. Not in a bad way by any means - in the time you'd come to know Seonghwa, you'd come to trust that a bad bone didn’t exist inside his body. But more so, another side to him. One with needs and wants and hidden desires. You couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.

You caught a glimpse, eventually. On a night your dinner plans ran later than usual as you two sat under the setting sun hours after your plates had been cleared, eventually having to be run off by the workers who needed to close up shop. The night still didn't end for you two even then, and somehow you wound up in the backseat of Seonghwa's car, straddling his lap as you kissed each other with a ferocity that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Seonghwa had started it, a short staring match that led to him kissing you with a fever you hadn't expected him to possess. With it came his hands wandering the expanse of your torso, touching and squeezing like at any minute you could disappear from his grasp. You certainly don't plan on it, but after a while you do have to pull back to catch your breath.

While your chest is heaving, you catch sight of it. A certain fire in Seonghwa's eyes that wasn't there only moments ago. His gaze on you feels scolding hot as he trails his eyes over you, appearing much like a starved man ready to dive in. He doesn't, that night at least. He suggests you both turn in for the day and continue this another time. You pout, and he laughs and kisses it away, but stands by his word.

You gather that Seonghwa didn't want your first time together to be in his car, of all places, so you offer a weekend movie night as a sort of compromise. He agrees with a knowing smile.

It doesn't last long. You can't focus on whatever classic romance film Seonghwa picked out, even if any other time you would've gladly listen to his thoughts and critics about the storyline. Today, you only have one thing on your mind, and it appears Seonghwa does to.

It doesn't take very long to wind up with your pants discarded on the floor, Seonghwa's hands holding either side of your hips as you pathetically rut against the fabric of his jeans with a desperation you've never quite felt before.

He's still the same Seonghwa. Dressed to the nines even on such a causal hangout with you, although his newspaper boy hat has since been removed in your haste to run your fingers through his hair only moments ago. His same, unruly raven locks are now framing his face in a way that shouldn't be as flattering of a picture as it is.

It's the same Seonghwa, with the same oversized, black rimmed glasses currently sliding down his face. Your heart almost physically aches from wanting so bad to reach out and push them back up his nose bridge.

"Pretty baby," he coos, a feather like touch dragging along your jaw. Seonghwa loved calling you that. Pretty. "You could probably come just like this, hmm? You'd love it, too, wouldn't you?"

The movie he'd put on earlier is still running behind you. It had barley started before you found yourself in this exact position. Seonghwa's hardly even done anything, but your mind is almost drifting from you as your struggle to register his questions, and the verbal response you realize he's expecting.

"Y-yes," you manage, only to hope like hell it's enough.

No praise, just a nod, but he doesn't click his tongue either. You whine high in your throat. Barely enough.

"Show me then, pretty," he instructs so casually. "Come for me, just like this."

The demand causes a swoop in your lower stomach, lurching you embarrassingly closer to that high your so desperately chasing. You can't bring your hips to slow down, but you have to let him know what you actually want.

"But-but," you start, already feeling your eyes going damp. It should be embarrassing that Seonghwa could so easily bring you to tears without ever lifting a finger. "I want you... inside. When I cum."

Seonghwa nods slowly, his saccharine smile now seeming almost mocking, "I'll give you what you want, angel. I'm not done with you yet."

At that, it doesn't take more than a few more seconds for your hips to stutter as your climax crashes down on you. You ride out your high in slow motions that are almost entirely helped by his hold on your hips. Even as your movements stop, his doesn't, and you whimper from the sensitivity of your core against his now thoroughly soaked pants.

"Sorry," you mutter a little sadly, once you’re grounded slightly back to Earth. "About your pants."

Seonghwa laughs lowly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, "You're okay, baby. Don't apologize."

You're sure you are already red in the face, your cheeks tingling from the heat and your unsteady breathing but the way he's staring up at you certainly doesn't help your case in the slightest.

He brings one hand up to cup your face, pulling you down to meet his soft lips. The taste of his usual strawberry lip balm still remains, despite all the kissing you've done earlier in the night. You had no reason not to believe Seonghwa didn't constantly smell of fresh fruit and vanilla. A fatal combo that caused a painful twist in your chest - he was always so sweet, even like this. Bright shining eyes glazed over with a certain haze that still didn't take at all away from his usual gentle touches and adoring words.

"Lay down for me," he directs when you pull away, his soft breath fanning over your bottom lip.

Like it's your only calling, you scramble to follow his orders. Nearly falling off his lap and onto the floor entirely in your haste. He, in contrast, moves much slower. Taking his absolute time on every button of his shirt while his intense watch on you never wavers.

Before entirely undressing himself, he helps you remove your ruined panties and finishes pulling your crinkled shirt over your head. You lay bare in front of his approving gaze as he rakes up and down your figure, back to your face and back down again.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbles, his voice sounding impossibly deeper to your love stricken ears. He runs an open palm down the expanse of your side. "All mine."

You nod, so quick you're positive your hair is nothing more than a mess sprayed across the cushions. Seonghwa grins at your eagerness and rewards you by moving his hand to cup your core.

It's a light touch, hardly any pressure applied at all, but you simply can't help the moan that leaves you. From the sensitivity and the bone deep craving for his touch that you haven't felt where you truly needed it until now.

His thumb makes lazy circles of your clit as he watches your every expression with keen interest. You wonder if it shows on your face just how hard your fighting not to buck up into his touch to seek even more friction. Take what he gives you, you tell yourself. As quickly as Seonghwa could bring you pleasure, he could just as easily take it away.

He easily slips one finger into you, and a second after only a few lone pumps of his hand. You hold his stare with some difficulty as the pleasure builds, that same ball of heat beginning to build within you.

Then just like that, he takes it away. You could almost cry, but you realize what's coming.

"Please," you beg, despite knowing you don't really have to. Maybe you're just hoping to break his resolve as much as he's completely destroyed yours - make him as rushed and desperate as you feel right now.

Seonghwa shushes you softly, rubbing the inside of your thigh, "I got you, pretty."

You all but melt, trusting and believing his words with a baited breath. It still feels like forever until he's dragging the head of his cock along your folds. You squirm despite yourself, craving for absolutely anything more, and he finally gives in.

The stretch is pleasant, overwhelming in the best way possible. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he takes his absolute time. Your torn between relishing in the feeling and begging him to hurry up.

You decide on neither before he's entirely bottomed out, and he keeps himself there while you adjust to the feeling. Your mouth opening and closing with no sensible words coming to mind.

"How do you feel, pretty?" He asks, sounding completely put together and collected and everything you're not at the moment.

"Good. Full," you eventually say, the words sounding broken to even your own ears. You've never been so turned on in your life. "You can move."

He studies your expression for another passing moment, "You're sure?"

You nod, and the first sign of his resolve crumbles. His props his arms up by either side of your head as he begins fucking into you, a languid pace that you can't tell is for your sake or by his choice. You lean towards the latter, as all too soon you realize it's not enough.

"More, please," you tell him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. "Faster."

Seonghwa's gaze lifts up to study your face, a half smirk playing on his lips, "What, am I not giving my baby enough now?"

You would have never thought after your first meeting with Seonghwa that he would have such a mouth on him. That you would ever be on the receiving end of his desire, much less, or that it would look at all like this.

"Please, Hwa," you all but beg, feeling the first tear slip down your face.

Seonghwa cooes, bringing one of his hands to delicately wipe at your cheek. He looks so pleased, his own breathing even-keeled much unlike your own.

He hums in mock thought, "Okay, love. If you're sure."

Almost too quickly, Seonghwa switches to pounding into you at a surprising pace. Your jaw falls open in a cut off gasp while Seonghwa finally starts letting sounds of pleasure fall from his own mouth.

Unable to bare having him so close yet not close enough for a moment longer, you pull him down until your chests are flush against one another. Slipping your fingers through his hair, you use the newfound hold to bring your lips together messily. As if trying to match his hurry, you kiss him absolutely breathless, until his chest is heaving nearly as much as yours.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away this time, refusing to travel far and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. Already, you feel another climax building up in you, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Close," you manage between moans and gasps, his pace unforgiving and filling you up just right.

He nods against you, his free hand coming up to guide your lips to his for another brief peck, "I got you, pretty. Let go for me."

It really doesn't take much more than that. Still, Seonghwa brings his fingers down to rub at your clit, the overwhelming sensation nearly causing you to jerk away from his touch. Your high crashes down on you in mere seconds, and you imagine Seonghwa's must follow quickly suit, as a strangled groan falls from his lips in tandem above you.

You catch your breath for a moment, reeling a bit from having possibly the most intense orgasm of your life. Eventually you recognize the feeling of gentle kisses being left all over your face when two are pressed over your closed eyelids. You blink them open, coming to meet Seonghwa's glowing grin first thing.

"There's my pretty girl," he practically whispers. You feel like you could cry all over again, but now for an entirely different reason. "Was that... okay?"

The same Seonghwa, with a thoughtful crease between his brows and his glasses slipping down his face once more. This time, you don't hesitate. You bring your arm up to push the bridge up his nose, leaving your hand there to cup the side of his face. Your Seonghwa is all the same.

"Perfect, Hwa," you assure him, beaming back just as brightly. “You were perfect.”

Hi other anon again.

You can literally like crop out little parts by the way. Again, not hard. And it prevents any way for the photo to ‘expose’ information on the family.

There is plenty of ways to protect Bre’s ID. If you had the proof. But we all know you don’t

So without proof- none of us will take you seriously. Up to you what you do with that information other anon.

💯💯

at first I was like

"oh she's hot, oh she wants me so bad"

then I started watching the games, got into the stats. then I learned the team and everyone lore. I know who knows who and why, who transferred, who's injured, etc. started watching their yt vids or lives and fell in love with how they play the game and their personalites

Chat what is all this hype over the WNBA girlies?

I wanna get in on the fun cs everywhere I look I'm seeing edits, thirst traps etc.

Do yall even gaf about the sport 🙂‍↔️?! Or just the beautiful women.

No shade, I'm probably no better.

Teehee, id post my ass but I don't want to break tumblr

Chubby girls in crop tops. Chubby girls in tank tops. Chubby girls in mini skirts. Chubby girls in short shorts. Arms out. Legs out. Thighs out. Ass out. Tits out. I will support it every single time. There’s no reason to hide your body because you’re scared it’s too much for other people. Your body’s literally gorgeous. If you see something and wanna wear it, put that shit on 🩷

Moaned ngl, I love a good shot

beautiful

Bre stfu, no one cares 😒

WEDNESDAY | Seven | smg x f!reader

Weight of the world on your shoulders I kiss your waist and ease your mind I must be favored to know ya I take my hands and trace your lines

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.5k | Pairing: smg x f!reader | Genre: smut, romance

Warnings: praise, oral f. rec., fingering, squirting, cum eating/drinking

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, called pretty girl, wap

Mingi is fucking obsessed with your pussy. He’s obsessed with how it looks, how it tastes, how it feels. He wants to be inside of you as often as he possibly can, in whatever form possible. Whether he’s fucking you with his fingers, shoving his tongue in to feel your walls flutter, or sinking his aching cock into your perfect, wet warmth, he wants to be inside of you. 

Which is why he’s on his knees for you on this rainy Wednesday night, the TV flashing behind him and illuminating you where you sit at the edge of the sofa. He can barely hear the pitter patter of the raindrops, your thighs clamped tightly around his head as he licks and sucks at your clit. 

You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down his chin, which is just another thing he’s obsessed with. You always get drenched for him, always leave him soaked with you, always leak enough to fill his mouth and his head and his heart. 

You’re the best he’s ever had, and he knows that will never change because you’ll be the last he ever has too. He doesn’t want anyone else, couldn’t want anyone else, not when you’re so fucking wet and hot and lush for him every single time. Plus there’s the fact that he’s fucking in love with you, in a way that almost scares him. 

He’s just never been so devoted to someone before, never been so enamored, so consumed, that he’s asked them for an uninterrupted two hours a week just to eat them out. The two hours you offer him usually fall on Wednesdays, making it his absolute favorite day of the week. 

He thinks he’s maybe halfway into his time, and he’s only made you cum twice so far. You’re having a stressful week, with lots going on at work and some drama within your friend group, and he thinks your mind may be a bit too busy for him to make you cum easily like usual. 

He’ll just have to work hard to clear it and do his best to keep your focus on him, starting with sliding two fingers inside of you and wrapping his lips around your clit. That makes you gasp, makes your back arch, makes your hand flex in his hair, and he groans in encouragement, the vibration of his lips sparking a full body shiver. 

He pulls them out a little and crooks them up, searching for the spot that always makes you gush for him. He’s glad he remembered to lay a towel down this time, because once he finds that spot, he’s going to grind into it with the tips of his fingers until he makes you squirt. He likes how empty your mind gets after, how you get all pliant and soft and sweet, how you either beg for his cock or beg him to make it happen again. 

Your hips jump against his face as he passes over a rough patch, and now that he’s found what he was looking for, he can get to work on making you forget all your worries. With his fingers curled inside you, he starts pumping them, tilting his hand up every time his knuckles touch your pussy so his fingertips rub into the spot. 

He’s relentless, his lips puckered around your swollen little clit and his tongue flicking over it until you’re whimpering his name. You grind into his face and he whines around you, feeling his cock jerk against his thigh as precum starts to bead on the head. You just keep getting wetter, your sounds growing louder and higher and your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight it makes him moan. 

He almost can’t take the anticipation, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before you’re drowning him with your arousal. He can tell you’re getting close, your body trembling and your pussy clenching, and all he can do is groan, “Cum,” into you and hope you listen. 

You do, thank fuck, you do, letting out a sharp keen and absolutely fucking coating him in you. He pulls away from your clit, replacing his lips with his thumb to lean down and open his mouth as wetness sprays out of your cunt. His fingers keep grinding into your g-spot, beckoning you to keep going so he can catch it with parted lips and a laid out tongue. 

You sob above him, one hand clutching his hair and the other holding your breast like it’s a lifeline. He commits the sight of you, the taste of you, the feel of you, to memory, files it away into the folder containing the most precious of things, and lets himself cum, just a little, just enough to sate him for the next forty five minutes. 

That’s how long he thinks he has left, and he’s planning to make the most of his time. 

He pulls away just far enough to regain his breath and ask, “Again?” 

You stare down at him dazedly, your starry eyes full of tears and your perfect tits heaving as you fight to take in air. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Mingi says, nearly in awe. “Can I make you squirt again, pretty girl?” 

“Yeah, Mingi,” you whine weakly. “I wan-wanna-”

Another sob cuts your words off as he digs his fingers into the patch of nerves inside you and returns his mouth to your clit. He gets right to work, lapping at you with his tongue and thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, pushing through your tightness to curl them rhythmically. 

Your hips jolt into his face and he feels the corners of his mouth curl in a grin, pleased as always by the way you react to him, and pleased even more by the gush of arousal that comes when he sucks your clit into his mouth and hums. 

Your hips buck with his movements and he has to grasp one with his free hand to keep you still, to anchor you down to the couch so he can continue taking you apart. Your hand covers his and he tangles his fingers with yours, looking up to catch your eyes and groaning roughly into you when he sees the fucked out expression on your face. 

Now that he’s holding you down, you’ve practically melted into the couch, your legs sprawled apart to make room for him and your chin tucked to your chest as you watch him work. It’s always easier to make you squirt the second time around, and Mingi nearly vibrates in excitement as he slides in a third finger, crooks them into your g-spot, and grinds. 

He can’t wait for you to cum again, to flood him again, can’t wait to drink you down and spin you out until he’s sure he’s the only thought left in your big, smart brain. He thinks he can see the rest fading away, your eyes growing hazier with every thrust and curl of his fingers inside you, with every suck of his lips around your clit and every squeeze of his hand on your hip.

Your cunt starts to flutter around his fingers, your walls clamping down to hold them inside, and he listens to your body, leaving them where they are and starting to massage your g-spot with his fingertips. He thinks he can feel your clit throbbing between his lips, and it almost makes his eyes roll back into his head, just thinking about getting you so hot that he can feel your pulse in your pussy. 

Your cries reach a fever pitch and your thighs snap closed around his head as you break, your wetness gushing out around his fingers in waves, spilling over his chin to trickle down his neck to his chest. He fucking loves how messy it is, how you soak his skin, how his fingers will be pruney when he pulls them out of you. 

With his internal clock ticking, he decides to just keep going. You’ll stop him when the two hours are up so you can take a bath and watch a movie, and until then, he’s going to keep making you cum, because it’s what you deserve. 

You deserve to be so full of pleasure, you don’t feel any pain. So full of his love, you never have a reason to doubt it. And maybe later tonight, so full of his cum, you’ll still be leaking it tomorrow. 

AN: WAP wednesday yeeeeehaw

pls reblog if you enjoyed!! as always, i would love to hear your thoughts 💖

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“stretch you out”

you wanted to make it work. he was trying and while you knew you deserved better, you stayed because it was easier than starting over and over all the time.

the problem was that your rival and childhood crush was always around for you. despite the constant arguing and fighting, he always seemed to pull through just for you.

it was clear that he liked you just as much as you liked him but this, whatever it was, was easier than admitting your feelings. it worked for now and that’s all you needed.

“this pussy belongs to me baby” he grins, slapping your ass with every hard thrust, “all fucking mine”

“yeah” you moan, gripping the sheets so hard that it ripped, “it’s yours”

“that’s my girl” he smirks, pulling his cock all the way out just to spit on your pussy. you were already so wet and sensitive and he knew he never needed the extra lubricant but he loved making you feel dirty.

“bet he can’t make you feel this good, can he?” he asks but he knows you’re too far gone to answer him.

not that he cares, he knows you belong to him.

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