I I Just Fuck

i— i just— fuck 🫠

98 + 127 with Hongjoong

98 — “but you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “i…that’s not true.” 

127 — “i don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

smut/nsfw; mentions of infidelity; friends w/ benefits; marking; mdni

“but you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?”

stunned silence. “i…” you paused and breathed, “that’s not true.” it was a lame attempt at a lie, you knew that. so did he. you turned to walk away from him, frustrated. this wasn’t something you wanted to talk about anymore, especially not with him. this only made you feel things you’d tried to burry long ago. his presence and his scent all around you was certainly not helping. him coming over was the worst idea; you were dumb to think that things could ever go back to normal between you.

his hand was in the crook of your elbow, stopping you. you made the mistake of his of turning to return his gaze. “you’re a bad liar,” hongjoong pointed out, eyes sharp. his hand remained at your arm. “i’ve known you for years, y/n. i can see through your bullshit. just admit it. every time he fucks you, you wish it was me.”

“what do you want me to say, hongjoong? hm? you want me to say yes? to say that he could never fuck me like you can, make me feel as good as you can? that every time he fails to make me cum i touch myself afterwards while thinking of you?” there was a sharp edge to your voice, but his eyes grew dark with every word you spoke. you laughed humorlessly. “it’s fucking true, alright? but at least with him there’s a future. at least he actually wants to be with me. at least with him i can have an actual relationship and not some fucked up friendship with benefits.”

you made a move closer to him, your chest rising and falling as your breathing quickened from the rush of emotions. he maintained your gaze, his eyes just as fierce as yours.

“which is more than you could ever give me. i wanted more, hongjoong. i wanted to be more than your friend, but you didn’t want any of that. so don’t come here with this shit, hongjoong. don’t act like you want me.”

“but i do want you,” he countered, grip on your arm tightening. he closed the distance between you, his chest against yours and your breaths mingling. “i was dumb and didn’t want to admit what i felt for you. then you were with him, and it pained me so much to see you with another man, and suddenly i knew all i ever fucking wanted was you.”

you were stunned, and he used your silence as an opportunity to keep speaking.

hongjoong’s face was incredibly close to yours, so close his nose grazed against your own. his expression was completely serious, and your heart fluttered at the sight. “i don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

everything after that was a whirlwind of messy kisses, groans, falling clothes, and desperate touches. so much happened in a small space of time, the two of you urgent to feel each other. now you were on your back on your bed, your legs draped over his shoulders while his cock drove in and out of you. the bed shook with the force of his thrusts, but you didn’t care about the state of your bed, all you cared about was him and the way he was making you feel.

hongjoong’s teeth pressed into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving behind yet another little violet mark on your skin. he held his head up to appreciate his artwork. he smirked at the sight of you, fucked out and covered in his teeth marks. “you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice breathless from exertion while he fucked you. “and do you know what you look like?”

you swallowed hard, body shivering with pleasure. you whined when his cock met with that sweet spot inside you, and you almost forgot he was even speaking to you. your nails dug into his back, leaving your own kind of marks on him. “w-what?”

hongjoong took your lips with his. “mine.”

my mind is going places… from the moment he salid “good kitten” it just kept getting better

help

warnings: somewhat dubcon, degradation, rough sex, off-screen aftercare.

“good girl,” minho whispers, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off your forehead and planting a gentle kiss on the skin there, “my good kitty.”

his words are a stark contrast to his actions, two hands gripping roughly at your thighs while his cock thrusts in and out of you steadily. you feel limp in his hands, completely numb as he fucks you through your second orgasm. you are convinced you can’t feel pleasure anymore; you know you’re wrong the moment his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, solid circles. your body jerks violently at the touch, your hands clutching minho, scratching his abs roughly. he merely snorts. 

you can see he’s not totally unaffected; he clenches his jaw when he touches your pussy, probably a direct result from your cunt tensing around his cock. but he’s nowhere close to the state you are in, thoroughly overstimulated by the two orgasms you’ve already had, thighs trembling as small ‘uh, uh, uh'’s escape your lips, your brain’s unable to form any coherent words anymore. you can’t even beg; you wouldn’t know what you would be begging for anyway.

“is that good?” he asks: a rhetorical question. of course it’s good. if it was bad, you would’ve said so. but you can’t even form the words anymore.

minho’s cock is sufficient, bigger than you’d see some men carry, and his perfect aim causes him to wreck your g-spot every single time. maybe the initial stretch, where he soothes you by bending over and kissing your lips softly, rubbing your back and whispering, “biiig stretch, yeah, there you go,” was painful, but you’re eventually only left with delirious pleasure. 

you’re confused when you suddenly feel a sharp pain run through your body, and your head immediately snaps down to look at the place that the feeling originated from; a wide-eyed minho with his thumb and pointer finger around the bud of your clit, his head cocked sideways in curiosity. his face contorts into pure bliss as suddenly you clench around his cock. 

“you like that? you like it when i hurt you, when i pinch your clit like that?” your face heats up at the comment, but it also sends a delicious shiver up your cunt. minho barks out something akin to a laugh, but it’s not that wholly, because his cock twitches inside of you, and you realize he’s cumming, a hot liquid spreading itself inside. 

minho must’ve been surprised. you were a softie, not feisty or mean or rough ever, at least not if you weren’t pissed off. he must’ve thought you hated anything but vanilla sex, hell, judging by the look on his face the pinch was probably just an accident, but there is little that made you feel quite as good as what minho just did. 

“jesus christ, i can’t fucking believe you,” minho breathes heavily, still inside your cunt to come down from his high, “who would’ve thought my good kitty was such a slut?” well, that gets your brain running again. 

“‘m not a slut,” you slur, gently pulling away from his grip, his cock slipping out of your glossy cunt. you forget minho is much, much stronger than you, and in bare seconds you’re right back where you were. minho laughs, a real one this time.

“you’re not a slut? how are you gonna explain that you like being hurt so much, then?” you whine, struggling against the hard grip minho has on your wrists, but not being able to move an inch. you give a kick against his shins in an attempt to escape. 

you realize it’s a wrong move - or maybe a right one - as minho lets out a barely audible groan, and a flat hand spanks you on the side of your thigh. it stings, you realize, and squeal. minho grabs you firmly by the jaw and holds your face right in front of his, noses touching. you can’t call it a kunik; not with the unfiltered anger in his eyes and the strong hold he has on you.

“you answer with your words, brat. not by picking a fight,” he begins, moving the hand that isn’t on your mouth to your hair and hoisting you a few inches up by it, “because if you do, you’re gonna get it back twice as badly. you understand?”

you understand, you’re far from stupid. you spit in his face nonetheless. 

for a second, there is nothing but a shocked silence as minho moves a hand up to his face, experimentally feeling the saliva on his cheek. his eyes are as wide and confused as a little earlier. they harden instantly, but it feels as if it stretches to eternity, everything moving in slow motion. he grits his teeth, says nothing, and swiftly twists your body until you're on your stomach. next, he uses one hand to push your head into the soft pillow with a not-so-soft movement and uses the other the wrap his arm around your waist and push your hips upwards. he does not let you get used to any feeling; his cock is snug inside you immediately, pressing in and out without mercy. you think you scream, but you aren’t sure because your ears are filled with white noise, and the pillow muffles most of your sounds.

“oh, you’re not a slut,” he says between thrusts, not mockingly, totally serious, “you’re all mine. my personal fucking painslut.” his words are mean, insults thrown onto you. terrifyingly enough, you feel your body flush with pleasure, becoming hotter and hotter. minho groans and cums for the second time that evening, and exactly that does it for you; his cum squelching between his thrusts, dripping out of your cunt on the bed, his rough words, “mine to fucking breed.”

you come and collapse onto the bed, your shivering legs unable to hold you up any longer. minho slaps your thigh one last time, but it’s more gentle and loving than before, and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering: “my fucking baby, aren’t you?”

You know you're fucked when you start fantasizing about doing domestic things with someone.

dear lord i cannot

does he know that i am mentally deranged

I am still not over this and cb is tomorrow…

Fucking shit—

'BOUNCY' MV ✗ WooSan

It’s taking me forever to write this Lee Know fic but I promise it will be good… I hope.

Trope: friends with benefits

Minho is jealous af and can’t control it.

:3 it’s my birthday weekend so I’ll do my best to finish it.