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thank you, daddy. | m [ksj]

➼ premise. the last time you saw seokjin was when he went off to college and never looked back. uncle kim, a friend of your father who treated you like his own daughter, would complain about his estranged son whenever he came to visit in the new year and got drunk and turned into a pathetic sobbing mess.

that scared the fuck out of you because who knew old people could look so ugly when they’re crying over their child whom they neglected for the most part of his life?

well, that child grew up into a fine young man.

fine enough to afford a sugar baby.

➼ muses. seokjin x reader

➼ genre. ceo au. sugar daddy-baby au. college au. eventual established relationship. eventual housewife!reader. eventual husband!seokjin. eventual parents au.

➼ words. 19k

➼ warnings. 9 year age gap, multiple explicit scenes, innuendos, depictions of breeding kink, bondage, they’re both horny as fuck.

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to say you’ve never given much thought for love, for loving or for being loved—would be a big, utterly fat, fucking lie. the fairytales and happy endings you grew up reading planted stars in your eyes and now you’re blind.

not because of love. fuck, no.

but because the meteor crash lands into your very existence and wipes away all traces of that little girl with starry eyes and a beating heart. in its place, rises a woman from the ashes of what she once was.

hearts are fickle little things. they love and they change their course and they find another sea to fall in love all over again.

not yours though. you keep yours locked up in a pretty little chest with gold ornaments carved into them.

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sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

read on AO3!

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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”

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PARIS.

PAR: jennie x leitora!fem x taehyung

GÊNERO: smut e fluff

avisos: muita cachorrice, fingering, oral fem (leitora e jennie recebem), não fica claro mas taehyung muito service dom, leitora!sub, a famosa homenagem, nipple play, scissoring, squirting, clit play, muitas declarações de amor porque eles estão em Paris né bem, relação contínua e duradoura (entre três partes)

PS.: gente, eu achei esse smut bem fraquinho em questões de sexo mesmo mas achei o dirty talk dele tão gostosinho. só queria postar esse logo mesmo pra falar que as asks tão abertas e se vocês quiseram mandar algum pedido, é só ir no homenzinho do meu perfil e clicar em mandar ask. ainda não sei como funciona esse negócio mas por enquanto tá tudo aberto, smut, fluff, hard/soft hours e sla kkkkkkk

Você esperava na cama como a boa namorada que era, Jennie estreava em Cannes essa noite enquanto Taehyung marcava presença em um evento importante da Celine. Muito já havia acontecido naquela semana para que você quebrasse as regras e os desapontasse, eles precisavam de controle em pelo menos uma coisa agora e se você pudesse providenciar isso que fosse.

Mas era difícil com toda aquela expectativa borbulhando dentro de você. Era inútil trocar mensagens, já sabia disso, então se limitava ao que os fãs diziam sobre eles no Twitter. Jennie estava divina, se recordava exatamente de como ela tinha ficado contente quando elogiou a roupa dela junto de Tae. O branco fazia com que parecesse um anjo. Enquanto seu namorado fazia de tudo para parecer o melhor pedaço de mau-caminho possível, era puro sex appeal.

Não faltava muito para chegarem em casa e você já tinha sido tão boa, esperando na cama com o par de lingerie que Jennie havia escolhido e os louboutins favoritos de Taehyung. Precisava de apenas algumas horas para encontrá-los, mas foi impossível impedir a maneira como seus dedos brincavam por si só ansiosos. Passeando desde sua mandíbula até o mamilo esquerdo que endurecia com o tesão.

Você circulou com a unha fina, como Jennie adorava fazer, por cima do bojo e abriu as pernas sentindo o frio do ar gelado do quarto de hotel bater entre suas pernas. Continuou o movimento leve e até então inofensivo, até que a pressão sútil não fosse suficiente fazendo com que um de seus seios pulasse para fora do sutiã com sua ajuda. A protuberância da auréola te fez morder o lábio para conter o sorriso safado.

“Olha só o que nós temos aqui.”, a voz de Jennie se fez presente no cômodo tirando sua atenção. A coreana pairava na entrada do quarto com seus saltos em mãos, a roupa era diferente agora. Muito provavelmente tinha voltado do after há pouco, Taehyung estava encostado do lado dela. “Florzinha…”

Você virou a cabeça para o outro lado para esconder a expressão travessa, e a repentina vergonha. O espelho ao lado da cama lhe dava a visão perfeita de seus olhos puxadinhos avaliando seu corpo, os de Jennie encaravam a forma como você segurava suas coxas, provavelmente imaginando a sensação molhada que deveria carregar ali. Taehyung traçava um caminho invisível de seus cabelos emaranhados e seu mamilo eriçado e descoberto.

“Poxa, amor, achei que tínhamos um trato.”, sussurrou o Kim retirando o paletó. Jennie também retirava seu corpete.

A visão do tronco nu da cantora pareceu ter um impacto em você que já se sentava na cama esperando a aproximação, no entanto, Jennie sorriu selando seus lábios suavemente antes de lhe empurrar. Você franziu o cenho confusa e irritada.

“Já que quis se comportar mal, tem que ser castigada, não acha? O que você acha, querido?”, questionou ela, os braços finos abraçando a cintura já desnuda do rapaz. Taehyung se encontrava desabotoando a calça. Ele assentiu ao mesmo tempo que você negou.

“Acho que a nossa garotinha precisa se lembrar de quem manda aqui.”

“Qual é, vocês dois. Eu nem fiz nada, olha! Nem tinha começado a me tocar!”, você teimou. Um beiço adorável se formava.

“Mas ia começar.”, cortou Taehyung cruelmente. “Agora vai deitar aí e assistir enquanto eu fodo a nossa Jen com a minha língua.”

“E você vai se tocar.”

Incrédula, você assistiu enquanto Jennie se apoiava na parede do quarto e tinha a saia arrancada. Completamente desnuda quando você notou que ela não trajava vestimentas íntimas, a buceta carente brilhando na luz amarelada do local. Um gemido arrastado escapou de forma sensual dos lábios da Kim, as pernas abertas e jogadas pelos ombros do astro.

Jennie jogava a cabeça pra trás aumentando a voz com cada gemido enquanto você via a língua de Taehyung passear com fome pela intimidade molhada, fechou os olhos momentaneamente imaginando como seria se fosse você ali. Como tantas vezes foi, se divertia lembrando das tardes em que revezavam para lamber seu canalzinho apertado.

“Não ‘tô vendo você se tocar, meu amor. Sabe que se não fizer, é pior.”, ameaçou Jennie ofegante. Uma mão nos cabelos bagunçados do Kim entre suas pernas e a outra circulando o seio direito, rodando o mamilo sensível entre os dedos. “Se toca pra mim, vai. Enfia esses dedos nessa sua bucetinha apertada do jeito que eu sei que você fica louca quando eu faço.”

Você gemeu manhosa com a lembrança. Se livrando da peça de sutiã, você se sentou com as pernas abertas para ele sentindo o olhar oscilante de Taehyung sobre si também. De relance, pegou o momento em que a mão do coreano adentrou as próprias calças para se tocar. Sôfrega, você jogou a cabeça para trás lambendo os dedos e os enfiando de uma vez lá dentro.

“Mais forte, gatinha. Senta com vontade.”, a voz de Jennie instigou enquanto você rebolava contra seus próprios dedos. A buceta latejava com o tesão do momento, contorcendo os dedos lá dentro e forçando a fricção de sua palma com o clítoris, você sentia o orgasmo se aproximando. “Porra, você é tão linda. Ela não é linda, Tete?”

No momento, você não tinha os olhos abertos. Não mais, respirava pesado e gemia cada vez mais alto. Agudo e fino enquanto fodia os dedos pra dentro da sua vagina com força, imaginando que eram os dedos de Jennie ali. Levando a outra mão ao seu pescoço, você aplicou somente força suficiente para lhe causar uma leve sensação de tontura. Gemeu mais alto. As costas entrando em contato com o colchão quando de repente, sua estimulação para.

“A mais linda e mais gostosa.”, o Kim se materializou em sua frente, segurando seus pulsos contra o colchão. Você abriu os olhos desnorteada e choramingando. Jennie subia a cama lentamente se sentando em cima de você, a bucetinha molhada e vermelha dela na sua necessitada.

“Eu tava quase lá!”, você reclamou batendo as perninhas no colchão, os pulsos tentando se livrar do aperto do Kim.

“Não reclama, gatinha, ou te prendo nessa cama e te faço gozar até você desmaiar.”, retrucou ele. De cima, Jennie riu se movimentando.

Você gemeu, uma de suas pernas era segurada por ela enquanto se esfregava em você.

“Jeeeeen…”, você arrastou sofrida, levantando os quadris de encontro aos dela. “Por favor.”

Ela assentiu compadecida, os dedinhos entrando em contato com seu clítoris em movimentos circulares. As pernas de Taehyung prendiam seus pulsos para evitar a comoção enquanto as mãos torciam seus mamilos sensíveis, o busto já estava vermelho com a estimulação e os sons finos que saíam de garganta já denunciam o quão perto estava de novo.

“Eu amo tanto vocês, tanto que— Ah, porra, bem aí— parece que eu vou explodir, às vezes.”, disse incoerente. A cabecinha virava de um lado para outro em seguida de que o corpo arquejava da cama simultaneamente. A mãozinha buscava o pau teso do namorado no meio de tanta bagunça.

“Você é tão linda, linda pra cacete, amor.”, um deles murmurou. Talvez, os dois. Você não saberia dizer naquele momento. Tão inerte que quando sentiu o corpo relaxar do orgasmo, quase sucumbiu. Sentia o jatinho quente molhar e respingar em suas coxas e barriga.

“E além disso, é gostosa. Que injusto.”, choramingou Jennie dedilhando a bagunça no colchão. Seu esguicho. Você corou conforme era levantada pelos braços fortes de Tae, suas costas desnudas no peitoral dele. “Não fica com vergonha não, sabe que a gente adora quando você faz isso.”

“Que bom que minha desgraça é a alegria de vocês, pra mim, parece que eu me mijei.”, você resmunga tentando puxar as pernas para si mas antes disso, Taehyung as pega lhe puxando para si novamente. Você tenta protestar, mas seria blasfema negar que não estava pronta para ser usada de novo.

“Se for assim, então, você fica linda se mijando toda.”, brincou ele. A gargalhada de Jennie se misturou ao ambiente conforme ela se deitava ao seu lado, tirando as madeixas de seu cabelo do seu rosto e sorrindo aquele sorrisinho gengival que te deixava boba.

“Eu também amo você.”, ela sussurrou antes de te beijar lentamente. A língua de Taehyung fazendo contato com sua intimidade judiada ao mesmo tempo, você abre a boca surpresa e excitada deixando que a língua dela passeia pela sua sensualmente. “Gostosa.”

Você revira os olhos por conta do tesão, não sem antes brincar ofegante:

“Se acha que isso vai me fazer esquecer o que acabou de falar, mocinho…”, a fala foi interrompida por suspiro. A língua dele fazia um vai e vem gostoso na sua entrada.

Jennie tocou seu queixo, os olhos escuros te encarando profundamente enquanto deixava beijos molhados por toda a expansão de seu rosto. “Podemos te ajudar com isso, então. Relaxa e esquece de tudo agora, princesa. Você sempre disse que queria um ménage à trois em Paris.”

Era verdade, você sempre quis mesmo. Que prestativo da parte deles realizar o seu sonho.

warnings. switch!beomgyu, idol!au, brief mention of choking

cant stop thinking about trainee!reader and idol!beomgyu, where gyu first introduces a fuck buddy relationship after sleeping with you one time, not aware that alone would be the sole reason his obsession and attachment manifests. just imagine dom gyu whos used to fucking with no strings attached due to the nature of his occupation and who thinks itll be the same with you until he feels bored enough to leave your messages on delivered. but idol!beomgyu who one day lets out his frustrations, too roughly and mean that when hes done and sees the hurt, the less than normal distance, gets some clarity to immediately melt into apologies, inspecting every inch of your body to be sure you’re okay.

beomgyu who for once, lets someone sleep in with him after sex all because of what he assumed was really bad guilty conscience. awkward as he attempts to scoot for some room, letting you cover your body under his blanket, just completely rigid as he stares at the ceiling with his hands to his sides like some soldier.

then…he does it again, he lets you sleep in, this time its because he’s tired and he can feel your exhaustion radiating off you. he’ll feel bad letting you walk all the way to your flat. but due to how frequent you get together, his arms feel more comfortable wrapping around your figure as you drift to sleep.

when he lets it happen the third time, it’s a problem.

you didn’t fuck, not even a quickie or a makeout session, just him, for whatever reason, asking you to cuddle. cuddle. “i’m stressed, with the comeback and all.” he mumbles lamely, biting down slightly on his lip, trying to convince himself as well.

“when you’re stressed… we fuck.” you say slowly, and skeptically.

just when hes about to backtrack and take it back you jump in his bed anyway, “whatever i’m not gonna refuse a good mattress.”

and then when you sleep with your face turned towards him, he feels like hes been sucked in, looking at every detail as if hes trying to have a picture in his head forever.

beomgyu who gets attached way too fast and way too quick that after the fourth time you‘ve fucked around and sees you flirting it up with soobin he absolutely loses it.

“i just got him a gift to congragulate him for landing the mc gig..why’re you acting like i murdered your entire bloodline?”

because thats what it feels like.

he inexplicably presses harder on your throat, shutting you up more by pressing his lips on yours, kissing and kissing till your lips ate swollen, his brows furrowed deeply as you pathetically attempt to roll your hips into his. fucking you against the wall in a random artists’ green room, five minutes before a pre recording…hes fucking lost his mind.

god, he’s addicted.

imagine when your dynamic slowly flips, none of you are aware until you realize how often he follows you around like a puppy fan—you don’t think he was ever this clingy. beomgyu being the one who tries to meet up any chance available even paying you a visit secretly in the practice room at midnight, sneaking in snacks.

then its the sex— he’s more vocal, more sensitive when you touch him, moaning so loud you would have to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. his eyes glaze over at times when you praise him and holy shit what the fuck was up with choi beomgyu.

the beomgyu you met that one day, fucked at a random hotel, and quite literally introduced hard kinks almost immedietely nows in front of you, crumbling down to his knees with his glossy eyes peering up at you like you were a god, begging you to use his face to get off. ruin his makeup. ruin him, please.

a coincidence — rockstar!yeonjun x fem!reader

cw. rockstar!yeonjun x audiencemember!reader, chubby!reader implied, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, oral (m. receiving), sex (condoms mentioned <3), roleplaying(?), orgasm denial, lmk if there's more. notes. this is part of @napofamoon's growing pain rock band!au collaboration :D thank you @nightlyawnzz for being a beta reader :3 and thank you angie for that one line of dialogue (didn't know if you wanted to like not be tagged lol), not super well edited, smut under cut <3 wc. 2.8K

Who is that? Yeonjun’s seen hundreds—thousands—of pretty girls at his concerts. But no one’s ever truly made an impression. Every once in a while, there’d be one that barely stuck out from the crowd, but nothing ever stuck. After a while, the crowds started getting blurry. Has performing become a bit boring for him? Maybe. There wasn’t a spark anymore. No reason to perform. 

But you…you immediately caught his eye. A bright star in a sea of dull strangers—smiling, drinking, dancing to the music, having a blast. You looked fun, exciting, flirty. And he wanted—needed—to get to know you. But first, he needed to get your attention. 

He’s cool, casual with his bass; he’s a natural. The way he moves with the music, pouty lips singing under his breath along with the frontman, the stage lights sparkling in his eyes—it didn’t take much focus for him to nail every song. 

So he decided to have a bit of fun tonight. Moving a bit more, putting on a bit more of a show than usual, getting closer to the edge of the stage without being too obvious. All to get your attention. So why won’t you look at him? Just a bit closer and maybe…

Bingo. 

You’ve locked eyes and there’s that something he’s been looking for. Something he’s been looking for for a while. That spark. That reason to put on a bit of a show. 

And you could tell. You were just as into it as he was. 

Watching his every move—flirting without crossing a line, giving him seductive looks, dancing in his direction. It was fun. It was thrilling. That unspoken desire between two strangers—and one of them admires the other before they’ve even met? How scandalous, hm? The tension grew and grew until—

“Thank you everyone; good night!”

But…what do you do now? How could he find you later? Oh, why didn’t he slip the security guard his number to give to you? Where are you? No, no, no, don’t leave. 

There was nothing he could do; the lights were dim, the curtain was drawn, the crowd was spilling out the front door. You never left his mind, though. Not when he put his bass in its case, not when he zipped his hoodie up to leave, not when he plopped down on his hotel bed, never. 

Desperately trying to get you off his mind, he heads down to the hotel bar. Oh, how pathetic is this? A world-famous rock star sitting alone at a hotel’s bar sipping a whiskey feeling sorry for himself? Over what? Some girl? 

Please don’t sit there…he begs silently watching a strange figure take the seat in the bar stool next to him. Despite the need for alone time, he couldn’t help but glance over at the sound of your—

“Just a vodka soda, please.” 

Oh, shit. It’s you. What does he do? Why are his hands so sweaty? When did he turn into such a loser? Getting this worked up over a girl. He needs to get your attention again, but he doesn't want to come off too pushy. You’re here alone too and maybe you wanna keep it that way. 

Fuck it. 

He clears his throat, cooly-maybe-not-so-cooly saying, “I saw you in the audience.” Just as you planned. Well, sort of. You didn’t mean to run into him. Glancing across the room at the hotel you were staying in to see that hot bassist sitting alone at the bar was pure luck. 

But you need to keep it cool. Don’t be too…weird. Just a simple glance and gentle nod is enough. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks, knowing your answer. He could see your desire just as much as you could see his, but you weren’t gonna give in just yet. You nod again, adding a quiet hum. “Are you from around here or…?” Should he move a bit closer? Sure. Should he brush your knee with his fingertips? Why not? Oh, they give you goosebumps. You don’t pull away or even flinch. You’re welcoming this. 

“No, I’m here on business. That’s why I’m, you know, at a hotel right now.”

“Right.” He pauses, like he has to think of the next thing to say, “I’m Yeonjun, by the way. But you already knew that.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“No reason,” he snarks. “Just that you bought a ticket to my show.”

“As if,” you roll your eyes. “I was bored and the show was right down the street.” Lie. All of this was lies. Of course you were a fan. Both of you knew that. 

“So you got front-row seats from a scalper then?”

Now it’s time for some fun. Turning toward him, you introduce yourself, face inching closer and closer, his hand sneaking up higher on your thigh, your heartbeat getting faster with each millimeter. You maintain your confidence best you know how, but you must admit, he’s intimidating. Is it that way he unapologetically stares at your body? The way he’s flirting with a fan after a show? The way his lips look like they’d perfectly wrap around your—

“Do you always find fans to flirt with after the show?” 

“No. Never,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “But you’re so…” he tucks some fallen hair behind your ear, eyes roaming your face, “gorgeous. I haven’t stopped thinking about you in the audience. Then boom, here you are at my hotel’s bar. Must be fate.”

“Or a coincidence.” 

Both resorting to a shrug, there’s tension in the air like you’ve never felt. It’s excruciating. He’s leaning closer to you, oh, what was he about to say?

“I saw you watching me,” he whispers right against your ear—close enough to feel his breath. Fuck, he’s good. This is gonna be fun. And you’re gonna be a brat. At least for a little. 

“I was watching all five of you,” you say, adding an annoying eye roll for good measure. 

“Nope,” he says, sitting back and smiling like he knows a secret of yours. Which he may. “Only me.” 

“So what if I was?” You narrow your eyes at him. You weren’t gonna break eye contact now. You can’t. But he doesn’t expect you to keep it. He expects you to cower and blush like everyone always does. But you don’t. And he likes that. “I’m waiting.”

“Makes me wonder what else you wanna watch me do is all.”

“Like what?” 

“I dunno,” he chuckles. “You tell me. You were the one that couldn’t stop staring at me.”

That jerk. That stupid fucking jerk. Looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes, you glance down at his lips—side note: jesus fucking christ they look delicious but that’s beside the point right now—and lean in as close as you can without touching him. Parting his own lips, he tilts his head just barely and closes his eyes. 

“Aw, you’re so cute.” You giggle. “You thought I was gonna kiss you?”

While you’re watching him retreat, defeated at his own game, he runs his fingers through his messy black hair. 

“So you think I’m cute?” 

Let’s give in now. “No.” You stand, taking a deep breath and walk behind him, sliding your hands down his chest, bending to meet his ear to whisper, “I think you’re fucking sexy.” 

Goosebumps—but this time, they’re on him. Has anyone ever done this to him before? Let’s take it one step further. You bite his ear lobe gently and he sighs, your name falling out of his lips breathlessly. 

“Hm?”

“Come upstairs with me,” he whispers. 

Another step further. Sliding your hand up the back of his neck, you grip some of his hair, tugging it harshly, his eyes widening as he hisses. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Will you come upstairs with me? Please.”

Turning him around in his barstool, you stand between his legs, his eyes roaming up and down your body. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

It was all a blur as he took you upstairs—heading straight for the elevator, pushing you against the wall to finally crash his lips into yours, hands roaming your body trying to decide what part of it to grab onto. The ding of the elevator snaps you out of it before stumbling down the hallway to his room. 

When he finally gets the door open and the door slams behind you, he’s gentler, like he wants to take his time with you. But you don’t. You drag him toward the bed and push him to the mattress to straddle his hips. Wrapping his hands around your waist, his hands slip under the skirt of your dress to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. 

Lifting off him, you lift your dress over your head as he eyes your pretty white lace lingerie while he smirks to himself. Fuck, he looks hot when he bites his lip like that. And, god, you need his shirt off. Tugging at it, you rock your hips back and forth to shimmy it off while he stays laying down. Hands on bodies, breath heavy, lips on each other’s…god, this was fun. 

He flips you to your back, pressing his lips to your chest, trailing kisses over your collarbone. Pushing your face to the side to access your neck, he covers it in sloppy, wet kisses. 

Since when was your bra so uncomfortable? And since when was it such a cock blocker? With that out of the way, his lips find your nipples, sucking harshly, but licking them to soothe the stings. Tugging at the waistband of his joggers, you can’t stop begging him to fuck you. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, mimicking your tone from earlier.

“Please, Yeonjun—” you gasp at the feeling of his finger gliding over your clit slowly—slower than anyone’s ever touched you before. But it’s amazing. “Will you please fuck me?” 

“Not yet,” he whispers. Standing to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion, he looks over your body. Oh, what was he gonna do with you and everything your body has to offer? Put you on your knees so he can cum all over your full tits? Fuck you from behind so he can see your ass jiggle? Fuck you in missionary so he can see your tits and tummy jiggle while he squeezes your thighs? There’s too many options to pick from.

But before he can make the decision, you crawl over to the foot of the bed, making a big show of it before reaching for his hips. Wrapping your hands around his hips to squeeze his ass, you pull him closer, kissing the tip of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. But you haven’t even tasted him yet. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you finally sink down on him completely. 

And fuck do you feel good. 

Fingers fumbling through your hair as he tries to steady himself, his head falls back to let out the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard from a man. He whispers your name. 

“What?” You look at him, your lips forming a pout while you wait for an answer. He responds with a simple eyebrow raise. “You said my name,” you say matter-of-factly. “What is it?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

Hooking his hands behind your knees, he pulls to flip you on your back while you let out a yelp. He boxes you in with his elbows, dragging his teeth over one of your nipples while you grip his hair, back arching to meet his mouth. He covers you in kisses. You don’t think anyone’s ever kissed you this much. Nothing will ever be enough after this. 

As he makes his way down, your legs fall over his shoulders, showering your thick thighs with kisses. Using his mouth to put the smallest amount of pressure on your clit over your thong, he makes you whine and involuntarily grind against his chin, trying to relieve any tension. But he’s not giving in either. Backing away, he chuckles at you. That jerk. Why does he have to be such a jerk?

“Don’t do that to me,” you say. Eyes dark, he takes the waistband of your thong between his teeth, pulling them down slowly, letting them drag over your skin. Kneeling between your thighs, he keeps that spine-tingling eye contact as he rubs his tip over your center. That sends a jolt through your body, letting your brain finally catch up with your body. 

“Will you wear a condom?”

Nodding, he quickly rustles through his suitcase messily splayed across the floor. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he starts to roll it down himself, which is a glorious sight. And he can tell the effect it has on you. You smirk, glancing up at his eyes—eyes that are sparkling back at you. 

“Eyes on my cock, baby.”

Fine by you. Sliding it down so slowly, you’re entranced. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

One hand pressing on your hip, the other lining himself up with your pussy, he pushes himself inside you, your eyes rolling back and he groans in your ear. Short shallow breaths grace your skin as he thrusts fast and hard, just like you wanted. 

Bodies rocking together, he stares at your tits bouncing with his movements. Your nails start dragging down his back, but he quickly pulls out to turn you over, lifting you by your hips to bring you on all fours, your ass on full display. He spanks you, hard enough that your cheek will be pink tomorrow morning. 

Pressing on your lower back to deepen the arch, he thrusts into you again. With your face squished against the mattress, his hands dig into the fat of your hips to hold you in place. The fire in your stomach roars, legs trembling, muscles weak. He yanks you up by your hair—you were hoping he’d do that—to press your back to his chest, letting you feel how heavy he's breathing. 

“Don’t cum yet,” he says.

“Who said I was close?”

That evil laugh makes your eyes roll. “I can feel it.” Well, you can’t really argue with that. He was right. “Don’t.”

“You really like telling me what to do, huh?”

He snakes his hand in front of you to circle your clit, turning your whines to whimpers, desperately fighting the urge to let yourself go. What would happen if you did let yourself cum, though? It might be exciting to find out, hm? But being told what to do and when is just as exciting.

Grabbing his arm, your nails dig into his skin. He releases your hair, pushing you to the mattress roughly, face pressed against the mattress. Fists full of bed sheets, his hands spread across your ass, skin spilling through his fingers. 

It’s getting increasingly difficult to hold it together—the only thing letting you is knowing how good you must be making him feel if he’s making noises like that. 

“Yeonjun,” you gasp, his speed increasing. “Please.” The way he grunts tells you he’s close too, but he doesn’t plan on holding back. Pull my hair again, pull my hair again, pull my hair again, you keep thinking to yourself. And, oh, did you say that out loud? Because he pulls your hair again, finding an even deeper spot inside if you, the feeling spreading to your toes. 

“Please, Yeonjun—” you yelp. “Please let me cum.”

He groans again, your name falling out of his lips before adding, “Cum for me.”

Your loud whimpers are muffled by the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, the fire in your stomach roaring louder and louder until—

Fuck…

God, this is good. Your orgasm explodes inside you, fireworks going off in all directions, filling every nook and cranny of your body. Praising you through your orgasm, he encourages you to cum hard around him, reminding you of how good your pussy feels around his cock. 

Your body relaxes, but his doesn’t. He thrusts deeper inside of you, desperate to reach his own climax.

“Fuck—” he grunts, spanking you again. He loves seeing you jiggle like that. Reaching in front of you, he massages your tits, squeezing to get a firm grip. 

His breath hitches, his thrusts getting sloppy as he twitches inside you, groaning through his climax.

Collapsing on top of you, he catches his breath, chest rushing and falling against your back. Rolling off you to plop onto the mattress, he turns to look at your face while there’s a stillness in the air. 

“...so you’re a fan now?” 

“Haven’t I always been?”

Chuckling, his face turns to the ceiling, running his fingers through his hair, resting his arms above his head. As you make eye contact, both of you burst out laughing—

“I didn’t think you’d like the roleplaying thing as much as you did,” you giggle.

“Well, what can I say? It was hot,” he says. “Great idea, baby.” Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “I love bringing you on tour with us.”

“I love it too.”

Call Me Oppa - MYG (18+)

Pairing: Yoongi X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, Smut, established relationship au.

Word count: 1350

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

Warnings: Oppa kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), creampie, fucking on a couch, Jin appears, Yoongi is lowkey jealous, Minors DNI!

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"Oppa, put it here" you call out to Jin and Yoongi eyes you from across the room. Jin puts the box where you pointed out and sighs. 

"Here you go. Anything left to do?" He asks you. 

"Nope. Nothing more. I really appreciate all the help. Me and Yoongi could never do all of it on our own. Who knew shifting can be this messy." You say as you scan the apartment and make a mental note of all the boxes that need to be unpacked and organised. 

"It's nothing, Y/N. This is what friends are for. Right Yoongi?" Jin calls Yoongi out as he peeks behind his broad shoulders to the younger one. Yoongi humms from the kitchen, trying to fix the blender that Namjoon broke a few minutes back. 

"Oppa, go and have lunch. We'll join you in a few." You tell Jin already feeling guilty for the amount of work you had put all of them through. 

"See ya." Jin departs leaving you and your boyfriend alone in your very new penthouse. 

"You never call me Oppa." Yoongi says all of a sudden. You contemplate for a minute if you have heard him right or not. 

"What? What are you talking about?" You ask him, being very confused about his weird allegation. 

"I said, you never call me oppa but hyung gets to hear that a lot." He says calmly, as if he is not saying something that is totally out of context. 

"I mean, I suppose to call him that, I guess? He is older than me and very much like a brother to me… so what else do I call him? I just don't get to call him by his name, honorifics you know?" You object. 

"You can refer to your boyfriend/husband as oppa too, you know that." He places his argument. 

"I know but it cringes me. Baby, babe, even jagi will do but not oppa." You reply, cutting the plastic wrap of your very new white couch that both of you wanted to buy for a long time but was too afraid with all the chances of getting it all dirty. You don't notice Yoongi coming behind you, eyes raking your body in an irresistible urge of taking you right then and there. 

Before you can register your boyfriend's presence right behind you, his big hands grab you by your waist as he presses his semi-hard cock on your butt. 

You grasp because of his sudden actions, "yoon-" he cuts you by pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck. 

"What if I want you to call me oppa?" He says in between the kisses. You wiggle to get rid of his hold but he only holds you tighter in your place. 

"Yoongi, not now plea-" he cuts you again by biting the crook of your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips. 

"You don't have to call me oppa all the time. But maybe when no one is hearing? Maybe when I'm stretching your tight pussy out with my bare cock? Maybe when I'm fucking your brain out? Maybe when I rutt into you on our new couch?" His hand slips into your sweat shorts right through your panty as he starts to tease your fold. You're wet, not a lot but wet. And he takes the opportunity to abuse your clit for a bit so that he can slide his fingers and then his cock in smoothly. 

You throw your head back at his chest granting him a better access to the skin of your throat. His fingers rub on your clit roughly and his teeth do a fair job on creating bruises on your neck, you get wetter and wetter by each second.

"The boys are downstairs, yoongi." You say in a breathy way. 

"Who cares." He says before disconnecting his mouth from your skin and pushing you down on the couch. However, his fingers do not slip out of your shorts. 

Yoongi climbs over you and finally slips his fingers out only to discard clothes from your body in an urgency. 

Devil works fast but Yoongi works faster while sliding down your sweat shorts along with your cotton panties down and your tshirt out of your body, leaving you completely naked for his eyes only. 

"So beautiful" he says briefly before slipping two of his fingers in your cunt. 

His mouth finds your hardened nipple and he takes a long suck, one that makes your whine loudly. He bites on your nipple, you hiss, "Yoongi please." 

"Call me oppa." He says and you obey him without much thought, also you're not in a condition of thinking anything. 

His fingers bend and he finds the spot that makes you squeal. 

"Oppa! Please!" You moan out loudly. 

"That's like a good girl" Yoongi praises you. 

Your hands reach out for Yoongi's tshirt, he takes the signal and briefly detaches himself from you to slip out of his clothes. 

Your new penthouse has a nice view. One advantage of owning a penthouse on the 18th floor is that you get a beautiful view of the cityscape and afternoons with the mesmerizing view of sunsets. And that beautiful view gets double the more exciting when your boyfriend is standing naked in all of his glory. His long hair reaches almost to his shoulder, his lean but muscular body gets bathed in the orangey hue casted by the setting sun, his dick stands tall and proud ready to fuck you into oblivion. You love it all, you love him with everything you have. 

"Admiring me?" Yoongi says lowering himself on the couch again. 

"You're so beautiful." You say as if in a daze. Yoongi's cheeks take up a dusty pink colour and you know he is shy. He might not be the most vocal person about his feelings, his likes and dislikes but you know how much he likes to be praised for his appearance. 

However, that pink hue goes away as soon as it comes rather a darker shade takes over his gaze. He positions his cock on your entrances and teases your slit for a bit. 

"Stop teasing, yoo- oppa" you correct yourself and by the look on your boyfriend's face, you know he likes it. 

He enters you slowly and gives you enough time to adjust. Once you're okay with his length, he starts moving slowly. His hands roam all over your body but come to a stop on your wrists. He pins those above your head and you know you're gonna be wrecked very soon. 

As soon as your hands are pinned above your head, Yoongi picks up his speed. 

He starts pounding you at an inhuman pace and you can't help to moan incoherent words. 

"You like it? Me fucking you in our new apartment? Right by this huge ass window?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes oppa! Yes! I like oppa's cock drilling in my cunt." You moan. 

"Fuck!" Yoongi groans, you know your words are affecting him. 

"You dirty little slut! You're all mine!" He says again, placing a hand on your tummy while the other one stays above your head pinning down your wrists. 

"Yes oppa yes! All yours!!" You whisper. You feel your heat building in your stomach as he hits your g-spot again and again. As a result your walls start to squeeze the hell out of him. 

"I can't stay longer if you keep on squeezing like this!" He grits through his teeth. 

"I'm close. I can't-" and with that you cum on his cock. 

"Fuck baby! We're not using condoms! Where should I-"

"Anywhere but my white couch! I'll kill you if you spill a single drop! Cum in me! Fuck! Cum in me!" You scream out and Yoongi cums in you. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Yoongi comes down from his high and falls on the top of your body. You both try to catch your breath. 

"We will appreciate it if you stop talking about cumming on the couch, we are trying to eat here!!" Someone yells from downstairs. It's Jin again. 

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LET ME IN — yu jimin x f!reader

you return to your hometown after being overseas for years. there was no possible way for you to anticipate your old high school sweetheart waiting at the airport.

TAGS — angst, little fluff, exes to lovers, happy ending, high school sweetheart, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 5.1k

the sweater that you had picked out today, feels unfamiliar on your skin. it’s the one which reads, ‘seniors of 2018’. it’s the one you had never gone near, leaving it to rot in your closet. it’s the one that holds the most painful memories for you. how could a piece of clothing cause you so much pain?

frankly, you know why. it’s the one jimin had given to you as you left for the train to the airport. “something to remember me by,” she had stated after pulling it over the top of your head.

you had huffed, playfully asking, “how could i ever forget you?”

your closet had witnessed your stares— or rather glares at the sweater. not until an hour had passed, when you finally heaved a sigh and grabbed it off the hanger that was situated at the corner of the closet. it’s just because it’s comfortable, you had reasoned before. and it didn’t matter what you wore underneath the puffer jacket, it would end up covered.

of course, these were all excuses, trying to deny the very fact that it just reminded you of jimin. and you were very welcoming towards such reminders.

reminders of what?

you shake your head, picturing a blank canvas before the melodic laughter filled your ears. jimin’s laugh.

the screeching of your luggage’s wheels distract you. aeri’s standing at the door, a hand on your suitcase.

“hey girl,” she checks the watch on her wrist, “we gotta go. flight’s at 2.”

you nod, ignoring the fact that you had spent almost two whole hours thinking about the repercussions of returning back to… home? could you even call it that?

aeri seems to notice your inner turmoil, since in the taxi, she places a comforting hand over yours, sending you a small smile. while it didn’t really settle your nerves, you appreciated the effort nonetheless.

the journey to the boarding gate is like a fever dream. your airpods betraying you, randomly shuffling to a girls’ generation song. it was like a cry back to the past, when you and jimin would listen to girls’ generation songs together.

for jimin, you had complied.

you open your eyes, you can only see the back of someone’s head above the aeroplane’s seat. if you keep your eyes closed for too long, you might start to envision a blur of jimin’s perfect eyes, her nose, her lips that were always pursed in disappointment when she caught you and minjeong stealing her snacks…

the realisation that you can’t remember the face that once made you the happiest girl on the planet hits hard. it hits harder than the guilt and misery you felt when jimin, a week after you had left korea, sent a flurry of messages that went unresponded.

“i didn’t know you liked girls’ generation,” aeri comments. startled, you stare at your phone, the lock screen wallpaper being jimin’s back displaying girls’ generation’s holiday night baseball t-shirt. the girl had forced you to buy matching ones with her, you recall bitterly.

“i don’t,” you answer coolly, swiftly turning off your phone. aeri eyes you weirdly but eventually lets you off the hook and leans back into her seat.

the rest of the thirteen hours flight, you busy yourself with work— leftovers from the time before break, drafts of sketches, thesis statements and long-winded essays. while a plane was not the best environment to finish a full drawing, you could at least make some rough sketches. somehow, your pencil graphite gravitates from sturdy, concrete buildings to soft cheekbones, hooded eyes, pouty lips.

shit, you blink, taking in your subconscious sketch of a woman, familiar to your past.

almost instantly shutting your sketchbook shut, you ignore the implications of what your mind was telling you. the crew neck sweater itches at your neck. it’s almost like the words embroidered on the cotton burn into your heart, to always make you remember and recall the time before messy relationships, longing feelings and just enjoying the present time.

time. you didn’t have much of it anyway.

maybe this trip would allow you to make peace with the past. you wouldn’t flinch whenever your friends would talk about league of legends champion, ‘katarina’, or you wouldn’t immediately decline movie night with aeri in fear that one of the actresses would look eerily similar to jimin.

allowing your brain to wander past your comfort zone, you wonder what she's doing now. was she a flight stewardess? did she manage to finally get better at pubg? was her favourite colour still blue? did she still have that sparkle in her eyes when food was brought up?

the last thought makes you chuckle, reminiscing how excited jimin was whenever food was involved. when yizhuo would bring back mala snacks from china, jimin would be gone in a flash.

(so would yizhuo’s snacks, you can’t count the number of times you were forced to lie about who the perpetrator was.

maybe it was worth it when jimin would beam at you, flashing a bright smile that rivalled the shine of diamonds).

with bittersweet memories, you drift off. sleepless nights made up for, by just giving yourself permission to think about her.

you dream of crashing waves, two people on the shore, just sitting down and gazing at the scenery. the sunset’s everlasting in this timeline. like time doesn’t exist and all they did was stare at the deep ocean.

before you even get to see their faces, the announcement rings throughout the flight.

you sigh deeply, catching the attention of aeri.

“you okay? you slept so soundly, i thought you died,” the japanese girl asks worriedly. you laugh, it was the best sleep you ever got, and it was on an aeroplane.

strange how our consciousness works.

“i’m good,” this time you weren’t lying.

you stare at the glass doors, wondering if minjeong had told anyone else to come fetch you. it wasn’t a far fetched thought, maybe the girl had asked yizhuo to come as well. the chinese girl would kill minjeong if she didn’t tell her about your arrival back in korea after what? three, almost four years?

“hey, i asked my friend to pick us up and she might have brought someone else,” you warn aeri.

“oh that’s fun… why do you sound so scared?”

“because, the other girl is a little overbearing,” you scoff, “she might try to climb you, just a warning.”

aeri widens her eyes as you two drag your luggage to the gates.

she gapes, “no kidding? is she a koala or something?”

“something like that,” you shrug.

the doors open. it’s your first step (not really) into korea. the air is the same anywhere else, but the feeling isn’t.

it’s the feeling of uncertainty. the feeling of fear. aeri clasps your free hand tightly in hers, sensing your hesitance.

your gaze glides over the crowd of people waiting for their own family. aeri makes a noise of recognition and she pulls you to the side, you finally spot someone familiar.

“minjeong…!” you call out, voice going silent at the sight of a girl that is most definitely not minjeong.

it’s not yizhuo either, that’s for sure.

“did minjeong get plastic surgery or something?”

you want to run.

“because… that’s not— that’s not minjeong,” you whisper, “that’s yu jimin.”

aeri deadpans, “you say that like i know who the hell she is.”

you want to kill minjeong. and maybe jimin wants to kill aeri with how hard she’s glaring at her.

jimin only trots slowly towards you.

jimin’s eyes dart from aeri’s face back to yours, her hard, cold gaze trailing down to your sweater that has come uncovered by the puffer jacket. your eyes narrow when she raises an eyebrow at you, as if asking you, “why are you wearing that?”

you don’t answer her, because you don’t know either.

“i’m jimin, y/n’s—”

“friend,” you interrupt, quickly turning away to avoid the flash of hurt on jimin’s face.

the mentioned girl recovers quickly, putting on a fake smile, “classmate of y/n from high school.”

“i’m uchinaga aeri, y/n’s roommate, thank you for picking us up!” aeri grins widely, ignoring the deadly lasers pointing her way.

“where are you staying, if i may ask?” jimin’s sharp tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“with y/n—”

you cover aeri’s mouth, knowing how jimin gets, “it’s none of your business.”

your roommate makes a noise of indignation and licks a long strip across your palm. you groan, taking it off her mouth and wiping it on her jacket.

“that’s so gross,” you mutter in english.

“your english has gotten better,” jimin notes as the three of you walk to her car.

you don’t know what to say, so you stay silent.

“where do you stay, jimin-ssi?” aeri makes small talk to cover up the awkward silence. you thank her internally.

jimin stares at you through the mirror, “with y/n.”

you bite your lip, nervous at what jimin might say next. you had never told aeri about your complicated relationship with jimin and you didn’t plan to. only because of kim minjeong meddling in, now it seems like everything has to be uncovered again.

“she’s a bad roommate, right?” surprisingly, aeri ignores jimin’s statement and instead continues to complain about you.

you’re shocked, to say the least. you thought aeri would have started blabbing and asking probing questions about your past roommate situation. or maybe she noticed your sullen look.

“i thought four years would have been enough for her to change her bad habits,” jimin says.

you know for a fact she isn’t talking about the same thing as aeri. jimin was even worse than you as a roommate; eating your secret snack stash, never cleaning up the pile of laundry she had in her room and always invading your alone time in bed.

“many things have changed,” you mumble, “i’m not the same as before.”

the car goes silent, jimin probably analysing your words while aeri pouts, confused by the strange tension you had with your so-called friend.

“if you desire something enough, you’d want it to stay the same forever.”

you retort, “change is inevitable.”

aeri says quietly in the corner, “i know the guy who said that, his name is like john, or something.”

struggling to keep your laughter silent, you splutter in aghast at aeri’s sudden general knowledge.

“you’re so strange,” you comment.

aeri laughs, “i know, but you like me for that, right?”

(“—only had a brain the size of a walnut, that’s why the stegosaurus was one of the dumbest dinosaurs!” jimin reads out loud from your bed.

you stand at your vanity, finishing up your skincare, trying not to laugh at jimin’s absurd dinosaur facts, “you’re so weird.”

“you like that about me though?”)

you sense how intimate the conversation feels for the both of you, so you stop answering aeri and instead focus on jimin. her grip on the steering wheel has tightened significantly, eyes burning with something you can’t identify.

“you’re being annoying again, go to sleep or something, it’s a long drive from here to my house—” you halt in the middle of your sentence, finally questioning the very fact of… why?

why is yu jimin here? even if minjeong asked her to, why? the jimin you knew would never do this. the jimin you knew would never give up her sleeping time just to fetch an old friend, who she maybe had something going on with, and a stranger? yizhuo had friends from china who were visiting, and even then, jimin refused to fetch them from the airport. she was the only one in your friend group with a licence so it only made sense to ask her.

you try to bury yourself in the sweater even more. it was fine for now. seeing jimin in the flesh. but maybe you were so jet lagged that you hadn’t made sense of the situation yet.

the only sensible thing to do for now, was to let yourself escape into dreamland and wait for the morning after.

you can only anticipate it would be full of awkward silence, tension-filled gazes, hesitant actions.

it’s difficult to fall asleep. you decide to blame your insomnia on the nap you had during the flight. even when you know it’s because of the deeply asleep body, separated by a thin wall.

you’re sitting upright, staring at the unveiled moon. it’s stunning, not like the sun which literally glares. the moon is calming, easing you into the next day, all while making you feel… loneliness.

how could you feel lonely even with so many people around you?

(“do you think soulmates exist?” you had asked, curious of jimin’s take on such tales.

the girl seems taken aback, but she ultimately replies, “if they do, i think you’re mine.”)

you clench the duvet in your fists tightly, mind grasping at any other thought than of yu jimin. it’s unfortunate that you seem to enjoy the pain and torture past memories bring with how often your brain wanders through them.

maybe it’s time to come clean with yourself.

you were back in your hometown. you were staying in the same apartment as you did before you left. one that you shared with yu jimin; one that you called home.

eyes starting to become watery, you wipe them off and take a seat at your desk. if you were going to stay awake the rest of the night, might as well get work done. pulling out your sketchbook, the first page to be opened is the drawing of jimin from the flight. the realisation slaps you.

how long would it take someone to get over the love of their life?

for you, maybe eternity.

the door creaks open slightly. your head turns sharply, hand instinctively covering the drawing.

“y/n…?”

“jimin,” you inhale, “why are you still awake?”

she doesn’t bother to answer you and instead chooses to sit on your bed. once you notice the pyjamas she’s wearing, you feel daggers stab into your heart. it’s one of your many matching pyjamas with her. you hadn’t touched any of them since you left korea.

“are you dating aeri?” she asks.

you know what she’s secretly trying to ask.

“no, she’s just a friend.”

“that’s what they always say,” jimin scoffs. her tone doesn’t sit right with you.

with a sudden urge to defend your friendship with aeri, you shoot back, “i recall you saying that about lee jeno too.”

your words clearly strike a chord in jimin, her eyes widen, hurtful remarks at the tip of her tongue. yet, she merely looks away. you hate how beautiful she looks in the moonlight.

“y’know, technically we’re still dating.”

“what are you talking about?” you ask, bewildered.

jimin rolls her eyes, “we never explicitly broke up, you only ghosted me. technically we’re still together.”

“stop spouting nonsense.”

the girl only pouts in annoyance. you hate how your heartstrings tug at her cute expression. right now, yu jimin had to be anything but cute.

“and i didn’t ghost you, i was busy.” the lie slips out easily, revealing how used you are to saying it. jimin, of course, doesn’t believe you. she had never.

jimin frowns.

“you always say that too.”

she stands up, walking bit by bit closer to you. your hand grips the sketchbook protectively.

placing a hand onto the back of your chair, jimin smirks, leaning in. you hate how attractive she looks.

her now blonde locks form a curtain around your faces, preventing any outsider to peek in and see what you were doing.

“i think you’re a bad friend,” jimin claims.

“what?”

you can’t take your eyes off her fluttering eyelashes, her red nose, probably from the cold, and her eyes filled with determination.

“you lied to aeri,” she whispers, “since when were we ever just friends?”

a lump forms in your throat. your heart constricts. you can barely even say a word. you’re speechless.

“we’re barely even friends, roommates, probably,” you splutter out.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” jimin eyes you with an amused expression, lips twitching with the threat of a big, wide smile. you realise your words bid you no help, only further supplying as a challenge for jimin— for you to admit that you were more than friends. no words needed to be exchanged about that fact, but you being you, after fulfilling years of ghosting, would never admit that you harboured any sort of feelings for jimin after being the main reason why your relationship fell apart.

you would argue that your absence was just a contributing factor. the real trigger came in the form of lee jeno, a man that you could say with your whole heart and soul, you hated with every bone in your body.

after you had left, with a promise to stay in contact with jimin, you realised how hard it was to maintain your relationship status. and when jimin posted countless instagram stories of jeno, you realised again that maybe it was best to break it off.

never in the duration of your ‘ghosting stage’ had you ever told jimin the real reason for your sudden coldness. madly jealous and insecure, you decided to disappear. disappear just from jimin though.

“i’ve always been curious,” jimin pulls back from your intense gaze, “why you started being so distant, cold and indifferent. tell me, will you?”

“that’s just my personality.” a direct white lie, you decide to tell.

“i was heartbroken,” she ignores you and continues her monolouge, “my girlfriend decides to ghost me, and just me. made me think i did something wrong.”

you lick your lips, suddenly feeling your throat constrict up. no longer was this just banter, the conversation was steering into uncharted territory.

“it wasn’t just you,” you desperately argue, trying to direct the conversation away, “moving to another country isn’t easy.”

“you’re pretending our whole relationship didn’t exist. maybe in your eyes it meant nothing, but for me, it was everything. don’t you know every single day i have nightmares? the craziest thing is that all the demons in my nightmares have your smile,” jimin whispers fiercely, “and yet, i stay faithful to those nightmares, even if i wake up crying for someone who didn’t even bother answering my calls. you may have only been in the states, but it felt like you were on another planet. i was the last person to know you were coming back, even though you promised me; promised that if you were to return, i would be the first person to—”

you can’t control yourself. hearing her words makes your blood boil. the pumping of your heart only accelerates further as you lift up your hand, delivering a heavy slap across her face. how dare she? how dare she act as if everything was your fault? how could she accuse your devotion and adoration for her?

“don’t act like you’re the fucking victim, karina,” you hiss, your words even more painful than the stinging red on jimin’s cheek, “the first morning after, i sent you so many texts, barely even seen. then i see your story. were you acting when you said you were sad about me leaving? or were you happy to finally say that you don’t have a girlfriend anymore?”

jimin cradles her cheek in her hand, eyes narrowing when you finally confess the real reason. you can tell she doesn’t remember anything. her not even knowing what she did that made you feel unneeded only drives the blade deeper into your heart.

“drinking at a club with lee jeno,” you say his name with venom, voice gradually getting louder and louder. remembering that aeri’s only a few walls away, you try to control your emotions. “could you not understand how i felt— you said nothing would come between us and the first week away from home, constantly ignoring me for some guy.”

(“call me when your plane lands,” jimin said, playing with the hem of her sweater on you.

“isn’t it gonna be midnight in korea when i land?”

the girl merely chuckles, “i’ll be up all night just to hear your voice.”)

the realisation strikes you like a lightning bolt.

“this was a mistake.”

“what?”

“this… me coming back. i should have just stayed in the states but fuck, i let aeri convince me,” you run your fingers through your tousled hair, stressed. jimin was going to cause you to have white hair.

the redness on jimin’s cheek is still there. you feel slightly guilty for ruining her clear complexion.

“that was just how i coped with you leaving,” jimin explains.

you purse your lips, placing your open palms on jimin’s chest. maybe she thinks you’re about to cave in since she sighs in relief. however, instead of pulling her in, you push her until her back is touching your door.

“i don’t need an explanation, or an apology,” you say firmly, “i need time alone away from you.”

“you’ve had 4 years to yourself,” jimin states bitterly.

“i’m sorry for slapping you, but please, either show me your actions matching your words, or just get out of my life for good.”

jimin sighs again, this one full of exasperation.

“go,” you mutter under your breath.

the knife drives deep into your already ruined heart as you push her away. the girl scoffs, grasping your open palms into her hands, intertwining your fingers.

“if you insist on pushing me away, i’ll get rid of any possibility of us being together again. just let me into your heart again,” she throws your hands away and slams the door. the loud bang echoes in your ears, but not as loudly as her words. it only takes a few seconds for you to collapse onto the floor, sobs wrecking your whole body.

“morning,” aeri yawns, “i heard a loud bang last night, was that you or is your apartment haunted?”

you drizzle maple syrup onto your stacked pancakes, sending a bittersweet smile to your friend. your night was spent tossing and turning, both guilt and anger consuming you. when the clock ticked at four in the morning, you finally let yourself think about how jimin made you feel. even if she went to drink right after you left, you should have communicated with her instead of ghosting her. you knew for a fact that she was heartbroken based on the numerous texts your friends had sent you.

fuck, you groan into your pillow. getting up from your bed, your eyes roam the room, eventually landing on the sketchbook at your desk. you never finished that drawing on the plane. after considering (or more likely procrastination), you sit down, pouring your hours and feelings into your drawings. countless of them filled up the sketchbook’s pages. the drawings’ subjects all looked eerily similar to jimin. her pointed nose, soft gaze were all captured in the pages. you finally come to terms with it. you were still in love with her. after all, she was your only muse. thinking about her words from before, you knew that she meant them. spending years waiting for someone who was basically a ghost couldn’t have been easy.

you were going to do something about it.

barely getting any sleep last night, you woke up earlier than usual and decided to prepare breakfast. aeri had woken up an hour after, stomach growling and eyes gleaming at the pancakes.

“by the way,” she says, mouth full of pancake, “i’m meeting up with a friend today and she’s bringing someone too. wanna go with me on a double date?”

fate must be messing with you since right as aeri says the words ‘double date’, yu jimin walks in. her hair tousled, puffed cheeks and eyes narrowing. you stiffen, focusing on picking at your pancakes instead. unbeknownst to you, once jimin spots the lone plate of breakfast on the counter, her gaze softens.

“do you know who your friend’s bringing…?” you whisper softly, trying not to catch the attention of jimin.

aeri, although you love her, says in the loudest voice possible, “somi will be your date! i think she’s your type.”

the scraping of the metal fork makes you squeeze your eyes shut, mentally preparing for jimin’s outburst.

“so-mi,” jimin clicks her tongue.

aeri nods, stuffing her face with more food.

she turns to you, “and you’re going on a date with her?”

“double date with me,” aeri clarifies, “don’t worry jimin-ssi, i’ll be there to protect y/n! y’know in college i always had to pick y/n up from her bad dates. her taste in guys suck.”

“seems like her taste in girls has been downgraded,” jimin comments, smirking. you roll your eyes, wanting nothing more than for her to shut up. aeri guffaws, taking out her phone. “i’ll show you somi’s instagram account and you can decide for yourself, y/n,” she says.

you nod, deciding not to say anything in case jimin flares up. somi’s very pretty, anyone would agree. she had her own attractive style and seemed really confident. you liked that. aeri wasn’t wrong to say that somi was your type. it was just unfortunate that your heart was in the hands of another girl.

while scrolling on aeri’s phone, her alarm rings, reading, ‘brunch with yunny.’

“ah! yunjin wanted to meet earlier, just the two of us,” aeri smiles, “text me later if you wanna join!” she stands up from the table. you’re astonished by how fast she managed to finish those pancakes, her stack was evidently taller than yours. jimin glances at you, amazed as well.

“did she inhale those…?”

“i’ve got no fucking clue,” you mumble, digging into your own. jimin only chuckles and you hate how it makes your heart clench up in affection.

the silence is deafening. without aeri, the air thickens with tension between you and jimin, filled with nostalgia and regret. it feels just like last time— you and jimin eating breakfast together at that very same table, giggling about whatever trouble your friends got into the previous day.

“hey, about yesterday—”

“it’s fine,” you interrupt, “is your cheek okay?”

jimin swallows hard, “yes, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“don’t lie, come here,” you instruct, “i’ve known you for so long, you can’t lie to me.”

she just laughs, showing you the slightly bruised side of her face. you feel guilt wreck you. no matter how angry you were, you shouldn’t have laid a hand on her.

“did you ice it?”

jimin shakes her head. you sigh, getting up and taking an ice pack out of the freezer. it’s too easy for you to return to past habits, moving around the kitchen like it was 2018 and jimin was the love of your life (she still is). wrapping the ice pack in a towel, you inch closer to jimin, holding it to her cheek. she winces slightly and you resist the urge to hold her hand in comfort.

“y/n…”

“hm?”

the girl seems so small now— her posture deflated, eyes barely meeting yours, biting her lip nervously. you have a feeling you know what she’s about to ask.

“are you going on that date with soyoung?” you laugh loudly, catching jimin off guard.

“jimin, her name’s somi.”

pouting, jimin turns away from you, making your hand falter. “hey, i need to ice your face.”

“i won’t let you unless you answer my question.” she’s so childish it’s adorable. the tension has gone, now filled with uncertainty instead.

“i don’t have anyone to spend the afternoon with. minjeong and yizhuo are busy today,” you explain.

“you have me,” she mutters.

ignoring her, you answer, “aeri seemed really excited for us to meet.”

“you spent all your time in the states with her, you should spend time with your friends here,” jimin retorts.

her hesitance to even admit she wants to spend time with you makes you want to tease her.

“oh? you’re right,” jimin perks up like a puppy. cute, you think. “i should text yujin if she wants to go out, remember her? she was our student council president.”

rolling her eyes, jimin swats at your hand nursing her bruise. it’s too easy for you to return to past habits, bantering with jimin like she was the only girl you’ve ever loved (she was).

it’s too easy. between the choice of going out with aeri to meet someone new and staying in with jimin. it’s such an easy choice to make.

you bring the ice pack away from her face, choosing to caress her cheek lovingly instead. she sighs, content, leaning into your touch.

“jimin,” you gulp, “i’m sorry for these past few years.”

her eyes gaze up at you, “it’s okay. i’ve come to terms with it. i honestly wasn’t expecting you to come back.”

“i wasn’t planning to either, but aeri wanted to.”

“good thing she convinced you, huh?” jimin smiles, “at least i know i was the reason for our break up.”

“it’s only a relationship if there are two people,” you say, “it was my fault too.”

her eyes momentarily flicker to your lips, it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“i know these years haven’t been easy on both of us, but if you’re willing to, i think i’m okay with giving us a second chance,” you confess, “even if you hurt me again, i still want you. i just want you. you’ve always been the only one in here.” you point at your heart.

jimin’s eyes shoot straight up, finally breaking into a wide smile, “seriously? even after what i said last night? i’m not complaining but like… you were pretty angry. i just wanted to know why you ghosted me and i agree, i deserved it. but why the sudden change?”

“i mean,” you shrug, “it was what you said that made me think about this. i didn’t want you to stop loving me, because i’ve never stopped loving you.”

“you love me?”

“i love you.”

“this is so crazy, you went from slapping me to…” she trails off, grasping your chin and bringing you into a kiss. her lips were so, so, soft. you wondered why you even let her go. once your lips met, you felt her sigh before smiling into your mouth. catching your breath, you run your fingers through her blonde hair.

“still going on that date with suki?”

“jimin, you know her name’s somi.”

“whatever, i love you too.”

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 SHAMELESS kazuha nakamura x reader

↳ warnings: idol!au, sserafim!reader, fluff

doing press in another country was different, it was interesting to kazuha on how different the interview will go based on the type of interviewer you have, you have the stush ones that ask the most stuck up questions, you have the thoughtful ones that are genuinely interested in learning more about the group, you have the funny ones that know how to ease the tension and then you have the shameless ones, the type that kazuha is encountering right now.

“sorry, yn you’re making me nervous,” the interviewer said to the girl beside kazuha who laughs, “am I?” yn asks making the interviewer giggle like a school girl while kazuha tried her best not to scrunch up her face.

“yeah, you like eye contact im guessing,” the interviewer says as yn nods her head, yunjin budding in saying that she indeed does like eye contact.

“I do,” yn responds leaning back in her seat causing the interviewer to let out another giggle causing kazuha to mentally roll her eyes, the girl was used to witnessing yn’s affects on people, mostly women so she doesn’t know why this one bothered her the most.

“I guess my research told me the truth, you really are here for the visual service.” kazuha couldn’t help but tilt her head at that but sakura nudged her.

“that’s my job,” yn shrugs nonchalantly, fixing the backwards cap on her head and kazuha feels like she’s gonna scream when she hears that giggle again.

“has anybody told you that you’re nose is perfect,” the interviewer says tucking a strand of hair behind her ear her gaze intensely on yn, causing the other members to give each other small looks, mostly at kazuha.

“not as nicely as you, most of the time they ask where I got my alleged nose job done,” the interviewer lets out a laugh at yn’s response.

“you’re so funny,” the interviewer says before bringing her attention to yunjin proceeding the interview, but not without taking peeks at yn every few seconds or letting out that awful giggle every time yn says something.

kazuha’s energy was obviously off as the interview went on and she knew yn could sense it but she just didn’t know what could be bothering the japanese girl.

yn was oblivious like that.

“okay, before this interview finishes yn, im sorry but you are so fine.” the girl says causing all the girls to laugh in shock except kazuha who just forces a smile.

yn flashes her charming smile to interviewer, “it’s the visual service I guess.” she says quoting the girl as the interviewer lets out another giggle before the cameras stop rolling and kazuha is already walking over to their manager to get a sip of her water.

yn talks with yunjin as they walked over to another one of their managers, yn taking her sunglasses from them and putting it on her face.

“is that even necessary?” yunjin laughs while the younger girl adjusts the expensive sunglasses.

“it completes the outfit, I would’ve worn it in the interview but then I would’ve looked baked.” yn says placing one of her wired headphones in her ear, before looking to the side to see kazuha with her face in her phone, “im gonna go talk to zuha,” yn says pointing at the girl while yunjin nods understandingly.

“watching edits of me again?” kazuha looked up from her phone and is met with her girlfriend with her eyes covered in sunglasses, and she can’t help but laugh in her head at the girl wearing sunglasses inside.

“that was one time,” she rolls her eyes as yn grabs her hands and pulls her up from her seat and takes the girls spot, kazuha’s mouth dropped at the action before yn then pulls her to sit in her lap.

kazuha feels her face heat up as yn places her chin on her shoulder before whispering in her ear, “are gonna tell me?”

“tell you what?” kazuha asks back, she feels shivers go down her spine as yn whispers back, “what’s got you so in your feelings?”

oh.

as much as kazuha loves yn, sometimes she feels like the girl could be a perfect bimbo so attractive but so oblivious and dumb sometimes.

“oh, I don’t know maybe it was the interviewer flirting with you like her life depended on it,” kazuha was used to seeing the flirts with yn but this one was just so shameless, she wasn’t even trying to be subtle at all.

yn opens her mouth but kazuha cuts her off, “and don’t play dumb, she was literally about to jump across the table towards you if she could.”

yn just lets out a laugh and wraps her arms around kazuha’s waist pulling the girl closer, “so you’re jealous?” she teases

“what do you think?” kazuha says embarrassed at yn’s teasing tone, “and take off those stupid sunglasses, we’re inside.”

“okay, first of all rude,” yn pinches kazuha’s side causing the girl to squirm, “it doesn’t matter who flirts with me im still gonna be all yours so you have nothing to worry about, right? im still gonna be your smoking hot girlfriend.”

kazuha rolls her eyes and mumbles out a yeah to the point that it’s inaudible, “I didn’t quite catch that, wanna repeat that for me?” yn whispers in her ear, tickling her side

“I said yeah.” kazuha says loudly flinching at yn’s tickling before turning her head around to face yn, “you said you’re my smoking hot girlfriend does that make me yours?”

“it’s that even a question?” yn responds before a look grows on her face and kazuha immediately knows she’s gonna say something dumb so she grabs the chain on yn’s neck and pulls her towards her lips softly kissing her.

yn smiles into the kiss and brings her hand from kazuha’s waist to the back of the girls neck deepening the kiss.

“the car is here,” yunjin interrupts them with a look of disgust on her face.

kazuha looks down in embarrassment and gets up from yn’s lap, pulling the girl up with her who’s the exact opposite of her with zero traces of embarrassment on her face.

“what didn’t say about kissing in front of me, where is your shame?” yunjin says pointing her finger towards the younger couple.

yn let’s put a deep sigh and puts back in her wired headphones in her ear before wrapping an arm around kazuha’s waist and proceeding to walk towards the exit, “you’re just mad you’re alone.”

“hey!”

𝓛et mommy please you

→ Choi Chanhee x Leitora

→ Palavras: 2k

ATENÇÃO: Leve angst, fluffy, smut, troca tradicional de "papéis", massagem erótica, torção nas mãos se você apertar os olhos, reforço de maneirismo, transa com os dedos, missionário, super estimulação, sexo desprotegido e insinuação de creampie, vocês são casados, squirting, menção aftercare, switchdom!chanhee, mommy!chanhee, househusband!chanhee, switchsub!leitora, leitor estressado, officeworker!leitora.

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© tradução (pt/br) by @mavienight

Você não deveria ter ido trabalhar. Na verdade, você deveria ter deixado aquele emprego estúpido há muito tempo. No entanto, como ele pagava muito bem - e porque você se recusou a permitir que seu marido recém-casado de quatro meses arrumasse um emprego - você continuou assim. Chanhee estava mais do que disposto a trabalhar; afinal, ele era um homem, mas você insistia em deixar que a cabeça e as mãos bonitas dele se limitassem a fazer o trabalho doméstico, trabalho para o qual você, infelizmente, não tinha nenhuma habilidade como mulher. Vocês dois não eram uma família tradicional e gostavam de ser assim: Chanhee cozinhava e limpava boa parte da casa, enquanto você trabalhava no escritório e limpava o que podia nos fins de semana.

Felizmente, para você, o trabalho não era muito chato. No entanto, ainda era chato. Assim que terminou seu extenuante dia de trabalho de oito horas, você dirigiu rapidamente para casa. Assim que entrou na garagem e pegou as chaves, destrancou a porta da frente de sua casa depois de trancar o carro atrás de você. Respirando fundo, você afrouxou o cinto que o prendia ao trabalho e soltou a barriga apertada enquanto se deitava no sofá. Um a um, você tirou os saltos dos pés doloridos e desabotoou dois botões da blusa branca.

— Bem-vinda ao lar! – Seu adorável marido gritou todo animado.

Quase animado demais para você, com ele vindo da cozinha, deixando de limpar o fogão e indo em sua direção.

— Dia estressante no trabalho? – Ele perguntou com preocupação, ajoelhando-se à sua frente e pegando um de seus pés cansados com as mãos macias.

— Sim. – Você suspirou, apreciando a massagem que Chanhee estava fazendo agora.

Você estava tão envolvida na massagem que mal percebeu que o homem a levantou para deitá-la na cama, tirando lentamente sua calça cinza de trabalho. Quando se deu conta, sentiu os lábios macios de Chanhee pressionados contra seu joelho esquerdo.

Você mordeu o lábio, virando a cabeça para se recusar a respondê-lo. Seu orgulho era grande demais para responder a ele naquele momento. Assim que ele tirou o blazer cinza e a blusa branca, virou sua cabeça para os olhos de corça dele.

— Eu disse. – Ele repetiu impaciente. — O que você precisa, meu amor?

— Hum, hum... Você poderia me ajudar a passar loção nas minhas pernas? – Gaguejou.

Chanhee assentiu, levantando-se para pegar a loção e massagear suas pernas. Seus suaves suspiros de satisfação eram música para os ouvidos dele. Ele derramou um pouco da substância cremosa em suas mãos grandes e macias e as colocou gentilmente sobre você, massageando e apertando sua pele. Observar como você gostava de ser massageada deixou Chanhee feliz, adorando como ele cuidava de sua bela e trabalhadora esposa.

— Agora chegue mais perto de minhas coxas. – Você ordenou.

Chanhee assentiu, balançando a cabeça.

— Ora, ora. Onde estão nossas boas maneiras?

Sentindo-se um pouco envergonhada e engolindo seu orgulho, você pediu novamente em silêncio.

— Por favor, esfregue minhas coxas, mommy.

— Aí está, minha doce menina está de volta.

Chanhee sorriu e atendeu ao seu pedido, deslizando para baixo para acariciar também os músculos da panturrilha. Você corou, balançando a cabeça em concordância. Ele acariciou a parte interna de sua coxa com as mãos fortes, porém gentis.

Tudo o que você pôde fazer foi responder com um pequeno "de nada, mommy", arfando quando sentiu as mãos dele passarem das suas coxas para o seu núcleo aquecido.

— Mommy, eu quero que você acabe com o meu estresse. – Você disse.

Chanhee riu ao ver como você ficou pequena para ele com apenas alguns toques.

— Claro, já que você pediu tão educadamente.

Tirando lentamente sua calcinha preta, ele observou como sua boceta já estava molhada.

— Olhe para a boceta inchada da minha linda menina. Tão pronta para ser cuidada, não é?

Seu marido murmurou antes de inserir imediatamente um dedo em você, sabendo muito bem como sua boceta ficaria apertada sem muita preparação.

Fechando os olhos de prazer, você gemeu enquanto seus quadris se esforçavam ao máximo para aceitar o que Chanhee fazia com você sem se sobressaltar. Você permitiu que ele enfiasse um dedo longo, depois outro, esticando-a efetivamente até que ele tivesse três dedos dentro de você, ocasionalmente curvando-os para cima. Você perdeu o controle de sua voz, deixando que ela gritasse com a adorável intrusão, fazendo com que Chanhee soubesse exatamente como você se sentia sobre ele cuidar de sua área mais sensível. Seu corpo implorava para que Chanhee a fodesse com força, para fazê-la gritar, para lhe dizer que tudo ficaria bem.

Chanhee entendia que você estava dizendo essas coisas por meio de seus gritos.

— Desmorone para mim, querida, mommy está com você. – Garantiu ele, esfregando seu clitóris latejante enquanto você gozava nos dedos dele.

Suas pernas tremeram violentamente enquanto você entrava em pura euforia. Enquanto recuperava as forças, com o suor brilhando na testa, seus olhos turvos viram seu marido tirar as roupas uma a uma, dobrando-as cuidadosamente após cada item e colocando-as na lateral do quarto compartilhado.

Assim que ele voltou para a cama, você apoiou os cotovelos atrás de si, vendo o pau duro de Chanhee balançar suavemente entre as pernas dele enquanto ele voltava para a cama.

— Mommy mal pode esperar para agradar totalmente a bebê dele. – Disse ele com um sorriso antes de selar o seu nariz. — Deite-se de costas para mim. – Você estremeceu e fez o que ele mandou.

Com toda a confiança e avidez, o homem se inclinou para baixo, colocando seu adorável rosto diretamente acima de seus seios cobertos pelo sutiã, ajudando-a a soltar o material que a prendia.

Chanhee sabia que a esposa dele estava ficando faminta por causa dos seus sons de prazer e desespero. No entanto, tudo o que você conseguia verbalizar era uma súplica.

— Por favor, mommy, eu preciso do pau da mommy aqui. – Você gemeu, abrindo as pernas para mostrar sua caverna molhada aos olhos luxuriosos do homem. Ele apertou seus seios e sorriu, seus olhos de corça escurecendo para um apelo mais de sereia.

Chanhee acariciou seus cabelos com movimentos suaves enquanto entrava e saía de você lentamente. Chegando ao seu pescoço, ele o beijou com ternura, descendo os beijos até chegar ao seu decote. Chanhee adorava chupar seus seios; eles lhe traziam quase tanta felicidade quanto a que ele sentia quando estava dentro de você. Enquanto ele acariciava seus seios e você gemia a cada investida, ele subitamente afastou a mão, colocando-a embaixo de você, com o pênis dele se aprofundando ainda mais com a ação.

Um gemido alto foi forçado a sair de você.

— Porra, mommy! – Você exclamou enquanto Chanhee aumentava um pouco mais o ritmo, fodendo-a atentamente. Ao ouvir que você estava gostando da profundidade do pênis dele em sua boceta, ele se inclinou ainda mais para você, até ficar peito a peito com você.

— Hee... Chan... Huh... – Seu cérebro não conseguia formar nenhuma palavra devido a todo o prazer que você estava recebendo. Por fim, você foi além da fala, ofegando e gemendo alto o suficiente para que Chanhee pudesse apreciar segurando seus seios nas mãos dele, você não tinha forças para resistir aos esforços implacáveis de Chanhee para fazê-la se sentir satisfeita. Depois de mais algumas estocadas, você gozou com ele ainda dentro de você. Sua mente ficou entorpecida, o corpo sacudindo para cima enquanto ele continuava.

— Quero dar prazer à minha bebê até que ela implore para eu parar. – Disse Chanhee, continuando a foder o pênis ainda duro em seu centro espasmódico. Você poderia tê-lo afastado, dito que não queria mais, argumentado que estava cansada, mas, em vez disso, pediu para que seu marido continuasse, que não parasse, que lhe desse prazer.

Você estava mostrando a ele o quanto precisava se sentir cuidada e preenchida, dando-lhe permissão para transar com você até que ele desmaiasse.

Chanhee sorriu ao ver como sua esposa se entregou a ele, permitindo que ele depositasse grande parte de seu amor em você. Ele ficou grato pela frequência com que você o lembrava de que havia cedido a ele, apenas para que ele tivesse algo pelo que agradecer. Era simples; naquele momento, Chanhee agradecia a você por demonstrar seu amor.

Você gostou da sensação do pênis de Chanhee entrando e saindo de você, lembrando-se de como ele sabia foder bem: sempre com cuidado para não machucá-la, tentando constantemente esticá-la de todas as formas possíveis. Balançando lentamente os quadris, indo do ângulo mais profundo possível para o mais raso, de movimentos rasos de entrada e saída de volta para ângulos rápidos e profundos, aumentando o vapor novamente. Encontrando seu ponto ideal, sua garganta queimava enquanto você gritava, tentando expressar o que precisava; dizendo a ele para continuar fazendo o que estava fazendo porque era uma sensação muito boa.

— Por favor, por favor, por favor. Mommy, por favor. — Você choramingou, desesperada para se comunicar com seu amante.

Como se pudesse ler seus pensamentos, Chanhee assentiu, pedindo mais um minuto para preenchê-la. Ele a olhava com intenso desejo, tomando o cuidado de memorizar cada traço de seu rosto e cada som que você emitia. Ele envolveu seus braços em torno de você enquanto continuava a deslizar para dentro e para fora, absorvendo cada grama de prazer que lhe era proporcionado por suas paredes em contínuo espasmo. Ele tentou se manter firme, mas os sentimentos que se formavam dentro dele eram poderosos demais, correndo por ele tão rápido quanto ele a preenchia.

Chanhee deu um beijo carinhoso em sua testa, não querendo nada mais do que aproveitar o brilho de seus orgasmos. Afastando-se lentamente de seu rosto, Chanhee desceu pelo seu corpo, abrindo bem suas pernas e se acomodando entre elas. Tocando gentilmente seus lábios inchados, ele depositou um único beijo em sua carne exposta e avermelhada enquanto você gritava.

— Tão bonita, hum? – Ele disse, beijando cada centímetro de sua linda pele corada com adoração. — Você ficou satisfeita, querida?

Chanhee mordiscou levemente seu ombro enquanto subia novamente, pedindo uma resposta, que você murmurou fracamente.

Envolvendo os braços ao seu redor, Chanhee começou a circundar seu clitóris, sabendo que era assim que você sempre acabava gozando para ele quando ambos terminavam uma sessão. Não importava o quanto você resistisse ou gritasse, ele continuava a fazer isso, continuando a circundar seu botão dolorido até que seus quadris rolassem para ele em ondas incontroláveis.

— Ughh, mommy. – Você suspirou enquanto seu rosto se contorcia em êxtase. Do nada, seus sucos encharcam suas coxas e escorrem rapidamente para fora de você, dando as boas-vindas a Chanhee para comê-la com os lábios, lambendo, mordiscando, mordiscando, chupando enquanto você gemia.

— Meu doce, doce bebê. – Ele a elogiou, com as mãos percorrendo sua pélvis trêmula. — Tão trabalhadora. Deixe que a mommy a satisfaça até que você adormeça, hum?

Como se fosse a deixa, suas pálpebras se fecharam, sabendo que você não seria capaz de respondê-lo. Ouvindo seu sono tranquilo enquanto ele a provocava com beijos suaves em seu monte e em seus lábios inferiores, ele foi ao banheiro pegar alguns lenços.

༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 2 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺

Let Mommy Please You - CCH

hope you like this as much as i do. fun fact: this man and i have the same birthday

wc: 2k+

WARNING: slight angst, fluff, smut, traditional 'role'-switching, massage (turned erotic), hand kink if you squint, mannerism reinforcement, finger fucking, missionary, overstimulation, unprotected sex and creampie implication they're married dw, squirting, mention of aftercare, switchdom!chanhee, mommy!chanhee, househusband!chanhee, switchsub!reader, stressed reader, officeworker!reader, fem reader, all fiction ofc

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you should have not gone to work. in fact, you should have quit that stupid job a long time ago. yet, because it paid so well-- and because you refused to let your newly-wedded husband of four months get a job-- you stuck it up. chanhee was more than willing to work; he was a man after all. but you insisted on letting his pretty head and hands stick to doing house work, work you unfortunately had no skill in as a woman. you two weren't the traditional family, and you two loved it that way: chanhee cooks and cleans a good chunk of the house, while you worked at your office job and cleaned what you could on the weekends.

luckily for you, work wasn't too much of a pain in the ass. it still was a pain, however. once your gruelling 8hr work day was over, you swiftly drove home. once you drove into the driveway and pulled out your set of keys, you unlocked the front door to your house after locking the car behind you. taking in a deep breath, you loosened your binding work belt and let your tightened stomach free as you plopped yourself on the couch. one by one you kicked your heels off your aching feet, and you unbuttoned two of your white blouse buttons.

"welcome home~!" your lovely husband chirped all giddy. almost too giddy for you, with him walking towards you from the kitchen from cleaning the stove. once he saw the grimace on your face as a reply to his welcoming gesture, he frowned. "stressful day at work?" he asked you with concern, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your tired feet in his soft hands.

"yes," you sighed, enjoying the massage chanhee was now giving you. "this feels nice, thank you," you breathed out as he switched to the next foot. you were so into the massage you were receiving that you barely noticed the man picking you up to lay you down on the bed, slowly pulling off your gray work slacks. the next thing you knew, you felt chanhee's soft lips pressed against your left knee.

"what do you need, dear?" chanhee asked, having an alluring view of your panties. you bit your lip, turning your head to refuse answering him. your pride was just too big to answer him right now. once he took off your gray blazer and white blouse, he turned your head to his doe eyes. "i said," he repeated himself rather impatiently, "what do you need, my love?"

"um- uh... could you help me rub lotion on my legs?" you stuttered. chanhee nodded, moving up to grab lotion nearby and massage your legs. your soft sighs of contentment were music to his ears. he poured some of the creamy substance onto his big, soft hands and gently landed them on you; massaging and squeezing your skin. "mmh, that feels very nice," you murmured. watching how you enjoyed being rubbed made chanhee happy, loving how he took care of his beautiful, hardworking wife. "now move closer to my thighs," you ordered.

chanhee tsked, shaking his head. "now, now. where are our manners?"

feeling slightly ashamed and swallowing your pride, you quietly requested again. "please rub my thighs, mommy."

"there we go, my sweet girl is back," chanhee smiled and obliged your request, sliding his way down to caress your calf muscles as well. "these are really soft," he admired as he went lower. you blushed, nodding in agreement. he caressed your inner thigh with his strong yet gentle hands.

all you could do was respond with a small "you're welcome, mommy", gasping when you felt his hands go from your thighs to your heated core. "mommy," you spoke up, "i want you to take away my stress. please me, mommy."

chanhee chuckled at how small you became for him with only a few touches. "of course, since you asked so politely." slowly peeling off your black brief panties, he looked at how wet your cunt already got. he lightly rested his hand on your core, circling your clit. "look at my pretty girl's puffy pussy. so ready to be taken cared of, aren't you?" your husband cooed before immediately inserting a finger into you, knowing good and well how tight your cunt would be without much prep.

closing your eyes in pleasure, you moaned as your hips tried their best to accept what chanhee did to you without jolting up. you allowed him to shove in one long finger, then another, effectively stretching you out until he had three fingers into you, occasionally curling them upwards. you lost control of your voice, letting as you cried out from the lovely intrusion, letting chanhee know exactly how you felt about him taking care of your most sensitive area. your body begged for chanhee to fuck you hard, to make you scream, to tell you that everything will be okay.

chanhee knew you were saying those things to him through your screams. "fall apart for me, baby, mommy's got you," he assured you, rubbing your throbbing clit as you came on his fingers. your legs shook violently as you sent into pure euphoria. as you were regaining strength, sweat glistening from your forehead, your hazy eyes saw your husband take off his clothes one-by-one, neatly folding them after each item and resting them on the side of your shared room. he picked up your own previously discarded clothes and did the same.

once he came back to the bed, you had rested your elbows behind you, seeing chanhee's hardened length softly swing between his legs as he climbed back on the bed. getting close to your face, chanhee whispered. "mommy can't wait to fully please his baby," he said with a smile before pecking your nose. "lie back for me." you shuddered and did as told.

with full confidence and eagerness, the man leaned downwards, placing his lovely face directly above your bra-covered breasts, helping you unclasp the confining material. you didn't even have the energy to open your mouth to plead for more as your husband laid his tongue on top of your nipples.

chanhee knew his wife was growing hungry from your sounds of pleasure and desperation. yet all you could verbalize was begging. "please mommy, i need mommy's cock in here," you moaned, opening your legs to display your wet cavern to the man's lustful eyes. he pulled off your breasts and smirked, his doe eyes darkening to a more siren appeal. pumping himself, he aimed his hot tongue inside of your open mouth. he swirled his tongue in circles in your mouth as he pressed his hard, thick cock into your core. you squealed in the delight of being filled. so warm and comforting. so incredible.

chanhee stroked your hair with gentle strokes as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. reaching your neck, he kissed it tenderly, kissing his way down until he reached your cleavage. chanhee just loved sucking on your breasts; they brought him almost as much happiness as it did with him being inside you. as he fondled your breast and you moaned with every thrust, he suddenly lifted his hand away, instead putting it underneath you, his cock pushing deeper with the action.

a loud moan was forced out of you. "fuck, mommy!" you exclaimed as chanhee took the pace up a bit farther, fucking you intently. hearing you liking how deep his dick was in your cunt, he leaned further unto you until he was chest to chest with you. he pounded into you harder, just to hear you whimper louder.

"hee-.. chan-.. hhh.." your brain couldn't form any words due to all the pleasure you were receiving. eventually, you went beyond speech, panting and moaning loud enough for chanhee to enjoy. holding your tits in his hands, you were powerless to resist chanhee's unrelenting efforts of making you feel satisfied. after a few more thrusts, you came with him still in you. your mind fell numb, body jolting upwards as he kept going.

"i want to please my baby until she begs me to stop," chanhee breathed out, continuing to fuck his still hard cock into your spasming center. you could have pushed him off, said no more, argue that you were tired. but instead you chanted for your husband to keep going, to not stop, to please you.

you were showing him how badly you needed to feel taken care of and filled up, giving him permission to fuck you until he passed out on you. why did you allow him all this? one may never know.

chanhee smiled at how sweetly his wife surrendered herself to him, allowing him to slot a big part of his love into you. he was grateful at how often you'd remind him that you gave in to him, just so he would have something to thank you for. it was simple; in that moment, chanhee would thank you for showing his love.

you enjoyed the feeling of chanhee's cock plunging in and out of you, remembering how good he could fuck: always careful not to hurt you, constantly trying to stretch you in all ways possible. loving how close he always stayed to you, pressing his ear right next to your sensitive chest. slowly wiggling his hips, going from the deepest angle possible to shallow, from shallow in and out motions back to fast and deep angles, building up steam again. finding your sweet spot, your throat burned as you yelled, attempting to express what you needed; telling him to keep doing what he was doing because it felt so damn good. "please, please, please. mommy pleaseee," you whined, desperate to communicate to your lover.

as if he could read your thoughts, chanhee nodded, asking for one more minute to fill you up. he gazed down at you with intense desire, taking care to memorize every feature on your face and every sound you were emitting. he wrapped his arms around you as he continued to slide in and out, taking every ounce of pleasure that was given to him from your continously spasming walls. he tried to hold himself steady, but the feelings building within were too powerful, rushing through him as fast as he was filling you up. you came along right after.

chanhee pressed a loving kiss against your forehead, wanting nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. slowly moving from your face, chanhee lowered himself down your body, spreading your legs wide and settling between them. gently touching your swollen lips, he placed a single kiss on your exposed, reddened flesh as you yelped. "so pretty, mmh?" he awwed, kissing each inch of your gorgeous flushed skin with adoration. "were you pleased, baby?" chanhee lightly nipped your shoulder as he went up again, asking you for a response; which you hummed weakly.

wrapping his arms around your sides, chanhee started circling your clit, knowing it was how you always ended up cumming for him when you both finished a session. no matter how much you resisted or cried out, he just kept at it, continuing to circle your sore bud until your hips rolled unto him in uncontrollable waves. "ughh, mommy," you sighed as your face contorted in ecstasy. out of nowhere your juices soaked your thighs and flowed out of you quickly, welcoming chanhee to eat you up with his lips-- licking, nipping, nibbling, sucking as you whimpered.

"my sweet, sweet baby," he praised you, hands roaming around your quivering pelvis. "so hardworking. let mommy please you until you fall asleep, hmm?" as if on cue, your eyelids dropped closed, knowing you wouldn't be able to answer him. listening to your peaceful slumber as he teased you with gentle kisses on your mound and your lower lips, he went to the bathroom get some wipes.

𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 — mommy may, week 1

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — smut

𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 18+

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — c.bg x fem! r

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — mommy!gyu, squirting, oral, fingering, overstimulation

𝘸𝘤 — 429

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — part of mommy may, by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵" 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺!

Beomgyu found himself lying comfortably on his stomach in between your legs, which were spread wide open for him. His fingers worked in and out of your tight hole, expertly hitting your g-spot in the process. His tongue lapped at your folds as if he was a starving man and he navigated your body as if it were second nature to him.

Your thighs shook at the amount of pleasure you had endured tonight, threatening to close around Beomgyu’s head as you neared the edge of your fifth orgasm of the night.

“M-mommy,” You whined, scrunching your face up as he suckled on your clit, “Too much, ‘s too much.”

Beomgyu lifted his head up to look at you, his lips glistening with your arousal, “Nu-uh babydoll, mommy’s not done eating yet.”

He lowered his head back in between your thighs, taking his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue, fucking into your hole with the pink muscle.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, grinding onto his tongue as you chased the pleasure he so desperately wanted to provide you, “That’s right baby,” He pulled up to say, “Use mommy’s tongue.”

Whimpers left your mouth as a coil began to build up in your lower region, broken whines of ‘mommy’ and ‘please’ left your pretty lips, drool spilling from in between them and down your chin.

Beomgyu began to pump his fingers into you again, removing his mouth from your lower region and using his thumb to rub at your clit. You began to feel a more intense type of pleasure as the coil got tighter, prompting you to let out more high pitched moans than before.

You began chanting Beomgyu’s title as you entered the first stage of your upcoming orgasm, “Say my name as you cum for me baby, cum for your mommy.”

That was all you needed to let go, your cum squirting out of you, soaking the sheets and his face, all while Beomgyu kept his mouth open to catch some of it.

Your vision went in and out as your orgasm crashed into you like a tsunami, the pleasure overwhelming enough to make your ears ring.

Once you came down from your high, you took a look at Beomgyu, his face and hair were wet from your arousal squirting onto him, but he couldn’t look more content.

He smiled a bit at you, “Good job baby,” He praised, rubbing soothing circles into the inside of your thigh, “Next time, mommy’s gonna make you do that on his cock. You’d like that, hmm?”

𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪 | 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺

When jealousy hits

Post Date: 13th March 2023 Content: Fluff/ Smut - ATEEZ Wooyoung x Reader  WC: 2.9K TW?: Jealous and slightly possessive!Wooyoung/ Mommy!Wooyoung/ Nicknames/ Oral (F recieving)/ Fingering (F Recieving)/ Biting/ Penetration (Unprotected… nonononono)/ Creampie/ Praise Request?: Yes

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a.n: A day late to post, and I’m so sorry but my mental health has declined so much the last few weeks, with the mixture of everything going on in my personal life, writer’s block has been a huge problem. I hope you enjoy this though!

It’s now become a ritual where you watch as many wrestling events as you could, becoming friends through mutual friends because of wrestling to now living together, being the matching couple when it comes to wrestling.

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Kinktober Day 30: Mommy Kink + ATZ Seonghwa

Mommy!Seonghwa for Me 💖

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.6k

Warnings: softdom!mommy!seonghwa, fingering, oral (f.rec.,), praise kink, dirty talk, self objectification, creampie, aftercare

Reader Notes: referred to as a girl, sub, has breasts and a vagina

You know what kind of mood Seonghwa is in as soon as he gets home. You can tell by the lightness of his footsteps, the soft knock he lands on the bedroom door, the look on his face when he slowly opens it and steps inside. He’s in the mood to take care of you, to guide you with a firm, loving hand, to give you what he knows you need, nothing more, nothing less.

He’s in the mood to be your mommy, and you’re more than happy to let him. 

You would have prepared more if you’d known, but all you can do is sit there on the bed and wait for him to come to you, wait for him to tell you what he wants you to do. He walks forward slowly, steadily, and brings a hand up to cup your cheek, breathing, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you? Be good for your mommy?”

You nod, knowing he likes you to stay silent until it comes time for you to beg, and he rewards you with a gentle kiss, his lips plump and perfect as they move against yours. You get swept up fast, just as you always do when Seonghwa kisses you, and when he pulls away, your body leans forward to follow him, making him chuckle and drop a kiss to your forehead before fully stepping back. 

“Take your clothes off, darling.”

It’s difficult to pace yourself when you follow his directions, you have to consciously slow your hands as they remove pieces of clothing, and you just know Seonghwa knows. He knows everything about you, perceives every little thought and desire and inhibition in your head. That’s why he’s so good at taking you apart, why he can make you cum before you can even open your mouth to ask for permission, why he knows exactly where your boundaries are and always stays just a few inches from the border. 

You’re naked before him now, your body fully exposed where his is fully covered, and all it takes to lay you back on the bed is a single finger to your sternum, pushing carefully until you land on the pillows. You look up at him, watch him watching you, his eyes half lidded and his lips parted, dark hair framing his heart shaped face. 

He’s so handsome, so pretty, your mommy, and you’re aching to tell him, if only he’d let you. You know he won’t, so you keep your mouth closed and let your eyes do the talking, hoping he gets the message. He smiles down at you affectionately, runs that finger down the midline of your body and drags it through your folds, just barely pressing down on your clit before sinking a fingertip into your entrance. 

A smirk stretches his lips as he coos, “Ohh, you’re wet for me already. Don’t worry, baby, mommy will take care of you.” 

And take care of you, he does. He slips one slender finger inside of you, twists his thumb up to push into your clit, and lays sucking kisses all over your breasts, murmuring to you all the time. 

“Mommy knows what you need.”

“Mommy will give you everything.”

“Mommy will always take care of you.”

Another finger spreading you out, stinging bites to your nipples, his other hand digging into your hip, holding you steady, holding you down. You try not to move, keep your hips from working with his fingers, keep your hands from delving into his messy hair, keep your back from arching and your toes from curling. 

You know you’re pleasing him by following his rules and that’s all you ever want to do, please him, so even though it’s difficult, it’s worth it. Especially when he encourages your behavior by sliding a third finger inside, by sinking down between your thighs and wrapping those plush lips around your clit, by banding his arm across your hips to help you stay still as he starts pushing you toward the edge. 

“Beg, darling. Beg and I’ll let you cum.”

With the floodgates open, you moan, “Please, mommy, please, I’ve been good! I’ve been such a good girl for you, please let me cum.”

You can feel the shuddering breath he lets out, feel the hot air trail over your wet pussy, before he curls his fingers and seeks out your g-spot. As he grinds into the rough patch of nerves inside you, he speaks, his lips moving against your clit and sending you even higher.

“You have been a good girl, you’ve been the best girl, my best girl. Aren’t you, honey? You’re mommy’s best girl?” 

“Yes, I’m mommy’s best girl,” you sob brokenly, your fingers clenched in the sheets and your legs shaking beside his head. 

“Cum for mommy, then. Cum for me.”

He’s practically mumbling, he’s so lost in your cunt, but you hear him loud and clear, the coil in your stomach snapping as soon as he finishes speaking. You can’t stop yourself from moving now, your spine curving and your thighs snapping closed around his head as he keeps fucking you with his fingers. 

You feel yourself gushing, writhing, moaning, but you’re so mindless that all you can focus on is the feeling of Seonghwa, of his lips pressed to your clit and his arm anchoring you to the bed. 

By the time he lets up, you’re spent, lying motionless on the duvet with your eyes closed and your mouth open. You sense more than feel him pull away, hear the rustling of the covers as he wipes his mouth and fingers off, feel the soft touch of his hands on you as he soothes the tender spots he left, smell the comforting, sweet scent of his cologne as he rises to hover above you. 

“You okay, baby? Mommy didn’t go too hard?”

“No, mommy, you were perfect. Was I good?” Your words are clumsy, thick with pleasure and exhaustion. 

“Better than good, darling. You were everything I needed.”

You smile softly, reach up with grabby hands and pull him down into your body, wrapping your legs around his waist and gasping at the hardness you feel against your center. 

“Are you sure you don’t… need more?” 

“You’re tired, mommy can take care of himself,” he promises, petting your hair and slowly drawing back. You don’t let him get far, tightening your legs on his hips and tilting your hips up into him, making him shudder and groan. 

“You can use me, mommy, I want you to,” you offer in a small voice, feeling your walls clench at the thought of him fucking you like a toy. 

He stares down at you, furrowing his brows and meeting your gaze as if he’s looking for something. He must find it because he reaches down and undoes his slacks, pulling his hard cock out and letting it slap against your sensitive pussy. 

“That what you want, baby? Want mommy to use you how he needs?” 

His words send heat zipping through you, make your chest feel tight and your cunt feel empty, and before he can prompt you again, you nod insistently, emphatically, desperately. One side of his mouth crooks in a smirk as he spreads your legs, lines himself up, and slides home in one smooth thrust. You moan together, Seonghwa’s head dropping into your chest, and he doesn’t wait, doesn’t let you adjust, just starts fucking in and out of you like you really are a toy. 

It’s exactly what you wanted, the feeling of Seonghwa taking you however he desires, and no matter how much you try to keep quiet, you just can’t. Weak little whines and whimpers escape you with every thrust, his cock paving a path inside you that’s just for him, just for your mommy. He doesn’t try to silence you, responds instead with his own grunts and groans as he uses your cunt to make himself cum. 

You do your best to help him along, squeezing down on his cock with your inner muscles and angling your hips to receive all of him, and when he shudders and snakes an arm under your back to hold you close to him, you know it’ll be soon.  

“Just like that, baby, just like that. So good for mommy,” he gasps, sneaking a hand between your bodies to rub circles into your throbbing, swollen clit until you fall apart around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He cums in spurts, hot white coating your walls and seeping out around the base of his cock as his hips jerk against yours. 

You love feeling this full, and he knows that, so he doesn’t pull away until his dick is going soft and your cunt has stopped spasming around him, whispering as he goes, “Thank you, baby. You take such good care of mommy.”

He never leaves you after a session like this, so into the bathroom with him you must go, both of his hands holding yours as he leads you across the bedroom. He sets you down on the toilet and starts the shower, giving you privacy to wipe and stand on shaky knees before tugging you into the steaming tub with him. 

He cups your face between his hands, leans in close enough for his lips to brush yours, and murmurs, “Mommy loves you, darling. I love you.”

“Love you too, Hwa. Mommy. Whoever you are,” you mumble back, your eyes slipping shut and your brain turning off as he washes you with a gentle touch. 

AN: okayyyy this took a lot of vulnerability to write and release!! if you liked it please tell me! i require validation after laying my soul bare!

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You’re all mine.

Post Date: 29th December 2022 Content: Smut - ATEEZ Seonghwa x Reader WC: 3.1K T/CW?: Yandere/ Mommy!Seonghwa/ Sub!Reader/ First Time/ Possessive!Seonghwa/ Corruption/ Restraints/ Fetish Wear/ Body Appriciation/ Praise/ Pet Names (Little Doll/ Baby Girl/ Precious/Kitten)/ Fingering/ Oral (Recieving)/ Unprotected (Don’t do this)/ Creampie  Request?: Yes - Joining in on @whatudowhennooneseesyou​‘s Mommy!Hwa train! <3

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Writer’s note: Yandere behaviour should not be condoned but it included for the purpose of this fic. 

When you first started dating, Seonghwa was the sweetest and most loving guy you’ve ever been with. God, he still is, but something’s changing in him the longer you’re together. 

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Please do not stop with the daddy bang!chan posts because the serotonin hit I get from them is just 😭❤️

Especially the soft ones, some of them are so good they bring tears to my eyes.

And daddy chan when he's needy and clingy is pure heaven.

I talk about it so much and I will never stop because I genuinely believe he would be clingy and needy in the bedroom even when he's dominant.

The type to clasp his fingers with yours as he fucks you like it might be the last time.

'Daddy loves you more than anything in the world, I can't breathe without you, fuck babygirl, I love you so much'

Your wish is my command… 🖤

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Heaven was supposed to be a place you ascend to after taking your last breath not a state of euphoria caused solely by the love of your life milking your body of all it had to offer.

Chan was relentless though. His affection for you running deeping than any commitment he had at the moment. You’d been on his mind all day, from the second he woke up and headed to practice with the members to the moment he shut his laptop an hour ago before leaving his syudio.

Your absence all day couldn’t be helped, being an idol in your own right with many things to accomplish, so Chan resisted the urge to call you. He even powered his phone off to ease the temptation but the need for you only worsened. Partly because he did genuinely miss your sweet aura and energetic adoration, but mostly attributed to sexual frustration.

His group had been on a schedule nonstop since before Christmas and yours suffered the same group. It was only natural for him crave you…

You couldn’t blame him for snatching you away from your group the moment you all arrived back to the dorm building. “Channie, I still have to change,” you whined quietly as he got ahold of your arm, barely bowing to your members before leading you to the nearest available elevator. He waited until you were both inside to respond, his body pressed flush against yours as he caged you in a corner, “You can change at my place, baby girl. Wear one of my shirts if you have to…” his voice was oddly deep, hoarse from recording new songs for the majority of his day.

The sound of it took an effect on you instantaneously. The second your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, giving way to your gaze lowering out of pure shyness Chan knew you were slipping into headspace. He eased the submission out of you very quickly, hands wandering places they should never be while in a monitored apace, but you let him do as he pleased.

Moaning in his ear softly with every mark he graced your neck with, shamelessly riding his hand as it slipped under your skirt to dive between your thighs, and from there Chan was through taking his impulses.

The time it took for you both to arrive at his dorm and then shaking underneath him, nearly in tears as he pounded into was an utter blur. You couldn’t recall a single solitary thought you’d had since he’d started to fuck you. Chan essentially wiped your memory of the day clean and replaced it with simmering pleasure and a selfish greed to feel your precious cunt tighten around him practically.

He was intent on breaking you in again, jaw clenched as sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead, and his brows furrowed with concentration as his hips snapped into yours at unforgiving pace. You’d long forgotten how to speak, head pressed back into your pillow as your back arched from his bed.

“Chan…Channie- Ch-Chan-ah! Mm,” you bit back another shaky cry as he deepened his thrusts at the sound of your angelic voice, his tip kissing your cervix in a glorious flurry, and edging another knot of pleasure to twist in your core. Chan groaned shallowly, hips stuttering slightly as he clenched around cock without warning. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praised you through his own moaning, emphasizing every word with a pointed thrust. You couldn’t hide your scream then, falling over the edge rapidly as he gripped either side of your hips and raised your lower half higher.

If he kept up with this you’d pass out and neither of you considered the outcome undesirable.

“Can’t take anymore..” you mewled loudly, whining in disbelief as Chan buried his length to the hilt in your sloppy cunt. His gaze softened, his pace slowing to let you catch your breath, but he didn’t pull out an inch once. It felt too overpowering for you, he felt way too good inside you after nearly a month of not bein able to see him, and it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Chan leaned forward, gently wrapping your legs around his waist as he kissed you deeply. You cling to him for dear life, sharp pastel colored nails scratching down his back as the kiss grew messier. You could feel him pumping his previous loads of cum further into your sensitive walls and you smiled gracefully against his lips.

He returned the expression, reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his larger one. You blushed as his fingers closed around yours, resting beside your head as he spoke to you in the midst of your delicate whimpers.

“I missed you so much sweetheart, you know that?” He takes a breath, watching your lips fall open as he builds back up to the force he’d been using to stretch your pleading cunt open. You trip over your words again, body tingling with divine pressure as he forces another high from you.

You looked incredibly gorgeous in his eyes. Overstimulated, capable of nothing more than just being used by him, and unable to stop him from doing it.

It’d been way too long since he’d seen your docile demeanor crumble to pieces, way too long since he’d fucked you past consciousness, and seen you curled up in his bed sound asleep after the fact.

“M-missed you too,” is all you manage to whimper in response, squeezing his hand for dear life to hold back from cumming to quick like before. Chan can’t help but lazily smile at your sincere response, the simple affirmation pushing him closer to his end. “Daddy loves you so more than anything… I couldn’t fucking breathe when you were gone so long, princess..” he’s past coherency now, whispering in your ear one sweet phrase after the next and it has melting underneath him.

The mix of intense emotional attachment with the ever present height of tension that’s bound spill over as he abuses your creamy cunt turns your mind to mush. Your soft pants give way to dazed chants of his name, “Daddy…daddy please…don’t ever stop…” you babble in your haze so close to cumming you can taste it.

Chan steadied himself with a sharp inhale, not caring to be gentle either you anymore as he brings you over edge with him.

“Easy, baby girl…” he taunts your contorted gratified expression as you coat his twitching cock with your cum one last time. A noticeable shiver resonates through you as he fillls you with ropes of his own release, adding to the warm liquid pooling in your core, and you smile as it happens.

Chan holds still for a moment, stating his breathing back before trailing playful kiss up your shoulder, neck, and finally your lips. You return the gentle pecks, already wanting to cuddle up with him and sleep, but Chan takes his time with.

“Did I hurt you princess?,” he asks, carefully pulling out of you as he untangles the hand holding yours to cup your cheek. You nod tiredly, leaning into his touch as you stared up at him through your lashes. “No…I’m fine. I know you missed me a lot and I really needed you too..” There’s no hesitation, not a single ounce of regret in your soft voice, and Chan visibly relaxes hearing it.

You giggle as he sighs in relief, “Channie you could never hurt me… so don’t ever think you have, okay?” You kiss his nose and he nods before laying next to you.

He gets comfortable on his back, reaching up to swipe the package of wipes from above his bed, handing one to you, and you happily take it while listening to him speak.

“You’d tell me if I did, right?”

“Mhm,” you reply contently, trying to wipe your body clean, but giving up since you’re more sore than you’d thought.

Chan notices you struggling and wordlessly takes over for you, carefully shifting your legs apart to avoid your particularly tense areas. You watch him focus on you, falling in love with him all over again as he tends to wholeheartedly.

When he’s done, has thrown the wipe away, and lays back in bed you waste no time to snuggle into his side. Chan runs a hand through your now messy hair, trying his best to smooth it, and lull you to sleep at the same time.

It was working until you peeked up and glared at as you remembered something he said earlier. Chan gave you a confused expression when he saw the pout on your lips.

“What’s wrong, little one?-“

You huff and grumble back to him, “Youbsaid I could get changed here not that I was staying over…”

In reality you loved the idea of spending the night with Chan but you did intend on at least retrieving some essentials from your own dorm. He laughed at your sudden interest in clothing, “I did say that didn’t I?”

You nodded, “Word for word, Channie.”

He sucked his teeth, filling his head to the side as he thought of a solution.

Honestly, he was the cutest when he played along with your little games.

“How about you choose whichever one of my hoodies to wear tonight and then I’ll take you to your place in the morning. That way you’ll be changed and I’ll have you all to myself…” Chan talked down to you in the most affirmative and affectionate manner, placing a kiss on your head, and you melted right then.

“Deal,” you chirp and scurry out of his bed -with little regard for your sore body- to rummage through his closet of black clothing. Chan watches you with a smile, genuinely in love with everything you do.

“She’s so cute…”

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This was fun to write but again no real plot to it 🖤 thank you for this request though and I hope you enjoy it… 🖤

[ BONUS CONTENT +]

Blonde Chan for the win on this one 🖤 credits to the creator 🎆

jealousy, jealousy

genre: idk?? kinda suggestive towards the end

warnings: possessive/jealous bada

word count: 1.1k

synopsis: you come on swf2 to have a choreography created for your new song. someone gets a little too bold with you and bada stakes her claim.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Bada shifts around in her seat, trying to catch a glimpse at anything behind the stage in front of them. 

“Maybe it’s the K-pop mission?” Tatter whispers, her eyes twinkling at the thought of her question.

Kyma gasps next to her, “Really? You think so?”

“Unnie, that would be crazy!” Lusher squeals, latching onto Bada’s arm. 

Bada laughs, but is secretly also just as excited. A K-pop mission would be a fun time for Bada, it’s what she did best. Her iconic moves created for Aespa and Kai make it clear she’s the best K-pop choreographer in the competition besides Lia Kim. 

Suddenly, the big screen in front of them lights up. A music video plays, from none other than Korea’s rising soloist: Y/N.

And Bada’s girlfriend.

But, that part of your career was unknown to the public, and you’d both like to keep it that way. 

All the competitors yell out in shock as you walk out onto the stage, Ling from Jam Republic even yelling, “Oh my god, it’s actually her!”

Bada’s jaw drops as you stand in front of them, even in a simple sweater and jeans, she finds you beautiful. 

Bada spots Cheche laughing at her lovestruck expression out of the corner of her eye but is too infatuated to care.

Bada locks eyes with you and watches as a huge smile spreads across your face. The rest of the groups stand up and start dancing to your choreography and you laugh, joining them.

After everything settles down and everyone sits in their seats, Bada locks eyes with you once again, a small smile gracing both your faces before you begin to talk. 

“As a regular viewer of Street Woman Fighter 2, it is an honor to be on this show.” You say, giggling at the thought of why you watch the show so much. 

Small whispers travel throughout the room, some dancers saying, “Wait, didn’t Bada choreograph for her before?” and “Wow, they must be friends!”

Bada silently laughs, you two are definitely more than friends. But the other dancers were right, in fact, that’s how the two of you met.

Bada was offered to choreograph a B-side for a new up and coming soloist and she agreed. Of course, she didn’t expect a budding romance out of it, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bada turns her attention back to you, trying not to seem bothered by the other dancers obsessing over your beauty.

“You survived so I want to congratulate you.” You start clapping and the dancers follow.

“I am here… to reveal the next mission.”

“The next mission is the choreography proposal for my new song.” Bada stands at what you say and turns to the rest of BEBE.

Lusher snickers, “Choreographing for your girlfriend, huh?”

“Shut it.” Bada hisses, sitting back down.

“I will now reveal my new song for which you will choreograph a dance.” 

The harsh beat of your new song fills the room. For this comeback, you wanted to be more intense with your music and styling and you thought coming onto Street Woman Fighter 2 would be the perfect opportunity for this song. 

Also, you just wanted to see your girlfriend, but nobody needed to know that.

As the song plays, Bada quickly thinks of moves in her head, acting out some of them with her hands. Having worked with you before and knowing what you like in dance gave Bada an advantage in creating choreography to your tastes. 

The song ends and the dancers clap, Bada the most enthusiastic about it. You look off the side, nodding at one of the producers.

A man quickly walks on stage, holding a slate in his hands. 

“We’ll wrap up filming for now!” He states, clapping the slate and scurrying off stage.

The dancers all cheer and bow to each other, the staff, and most importantly, you.

You make your way down the stairs, starting to approach Bada with a big smile on your face. But, before you can get there, someone steps in your way.

Bada grumbles.

Chocol.

She looks at you, seeing the shock on your face as you peer over Chocol’s shoulder to Bada. You quickly redirect your gaze back to Chocol, introducing yourself and shaking hands with her.

Bada slowly stalks closer, arms crossing over her chest. She feels a hand grip onto her shoulder, turning to see Tatter standing behind her. Without even speaking, Tatter’s face seemed to say “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Bada huffs and walks closer to you and Chocol.

“I just think you’re so great.” Chocol admits, a shy smile on her face.

“Oh! Really, I respect you so much!” You exclaim.

Chocol quickly starts getting into more flirty territory, grabbing one of your hands and rubbing a thumb along your knuckles.

“I really think it would be great if we could go on-“ She starts to say but is interrupted by an increasingly jealous Bada.

She casually walks behind you and slings an arm around your waist. You freeze, a slow blush crawling up your face.

“Hey, Y/N.” She says nonchalantly, like she didn’t just stake her claim on you in front of dozens of people.

The rest of the dancers gasp, some not quite grasping the relationship you two actually have. But Audrey seems to, as she pauses her conversation, smirks at you, and goes back to talking with Latrice.

“Hey, Bada!” You squeak, but slowly lean back into her warm body.

But still, Chocol persists.

“I think a date would be nice. What do you think?” She says, glaring up at Bada.

Bada notices Chocol’s hand still in yours and she rips it away, replacing your previously taken hand with yours.

“Actually, I don’t think she would. She’s mine, understood?” Bada grips, her hand on your hip squeezing with her words.

The blush on your face intensifies, your body hot at Bada openly claiming you as hers.

Chocol rolls her eyes, shaking her head before saying, “Fine.”

She walks off and suddenly, the room is empty. You hadn’t noticed the other groups walking away when they noticed the tension increasing in the room.

You turn around in Bada’s grasp with a stunned look on your face. Her heart drops to her stomach, just realizing what she did.

“God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ She sputters but you cut her off with a kiss.

You wind your arms around her neck, pressing your body close to hers. You pull away from the kiss, darkness pooling in your eyes.

“That was so hot.”

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

→ Mingyu x Fem!reader

→ Summary: "If you wanted me to get you pregnant so bad, all you had to was ask."

→ Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Businessman au, Humour, Slight!Body Dysmorphia, Insecurities, Workaholic!Reader, Shy!Reader, Slight Male Manipulation, Slight!Angst, Smut (+18), Semi!Public Sex, Slight Coercion, Needy!Mingyu, He Whimpers, Pervy!Mingyu, Corruption Kink, Desperate Sex, Massive Breeding kink, Mingyu has a choking kink, and a Praise kink, Slight!Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex

Mingyu likes getting choked, pls argue with the wall

The dollop of heat in your stomach steadily grew into a pool of molten lava throughout the duration of the award ceremony. The entire televised event was supposed to be in celebration of your husband and the diligence he has extended to the company for all of 2 decades.

Instead, most of the evening is spent nursing your anxiety with a flute of champagne, while you attempt to not sweat through your very expensive makeup under the heat of multiple strobe lights.

Mingyu, sitting at the table beside you serves as your only anchor, keeping your feet planted firmly to the ground while the rest of the table exchange pleasantries involving baby pictures and ultrasounds.

The dread in your stomach only multiplies.

You've been made privy to how they speak about you and your husband behind gloved hands in hushed whispers. A husband who has had to be burdened with a wife whose internal clock was no match for the importance of a career. Perhaps they thought you were too self important and too driven. Perhaps that explains why you were always invited to events out of courtesy and never out of true interest. Perhaps-

"Stop that." Mingyu's voice travels to your ear at a low and conspiratorial baritone while the rest of wives and husband at the table talk animatedly.

"Stop what?" You ask while Mingyu draws your attention to his hand now resting on your thigh underneath the table.

"Don't play with me. I can tell when you're overthinking," He says, letting his palm brush over the sequins of your pitch black dress. It matched his all black suit to rude perfection, truly making you believe you were the best dressed couple in the whole event. "If you're gonna be thinking about something, I'd rather it be the likelihood of me eating you out in this dress after we're done."

His words succeed in dragging your thoughts away from the happy couples and their happy families and you meet his eyes and the amusement swimming within them.

"Is sex really all you think about-"

Mingyu answers your question by suddenly grabbing a hold of your hand and forcing your palm over his lap until your palm is lightly grazing the bulge forming there.

"Let's hope this ends soon so we can get the fuck out of here." The rest of the event was spent with you, staring down at the table in a mindless, lustful daze while Mingyu still guided your palm up and down the bulge in his pants. It was conspicuous enough for it to look like his hand was simply resting atop yours, if anyone really got particularly nosy. Luckily, everyone else was too drunk on overpriced soju to recognize Mingyu's forced self pleasuring while he took casual little sips from his glass intermittently.

You were both relieved once it was time to go home.

This inability to adapt into the upper echelons of housewife society had not bothered you initially and it certainly did not bother your husband. In fact, someone as aloof and optimistic as Mingyu was seldom concerned with the matters of holding face for a backwards capitalistic society.

"If we weren't rich I thoroughly believe we would be those 'eat the rich' people." Mingyu announces as he trails into the bathroom behind you. The overhead lights bathe the bathroom's onyx accents in a dim light, successfully relaxing you and easing the bundle of knots that had built up in your shoulders.

Mingyu seems equally pleased to be back home, kicking off his Abercrombie loafers and watching them fly into a corner while he undoes the buttons of his jet black dress shirt. His tall frame is hunched over as he wraps his arms around your stomach, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom sinks with heavy footsteps like a 187 centimetre baby.

You, of course, do not object when he pushes his head into the space between your neck and shoulder as you begin to brush your teeth. If the award ceremony was as draining for him as it was for you, then this truly is the first moment he is able to let himself go the entire day.

"I think we can still be those 'eat the rich' people because it's not like we're rich by choice, right?" Seeing your husband constantly run the risk of impending communism would be amusing, were it not for the sour taste still present in your mouth from the work event Mingyu had just taken you too.

"At least you got to watch me in my element-" He grumbles against your skin before begrudgingly peeling himself off of you to make his way to his side of the bathroom,

"Ugh," Mingyu groans with exaggeration as he commences with his skin care, "You literally got to watch your sexy and talented husband accept a corporate award in a room full of people. I'm so jealous of you,"

"Ugh, I know!" You nod back, "Jihoon looked so good on that podium. Remind me to send him a message later." You evade Mingyu's deadpan look through the oval shaped mirror as you continue to brush.

"On a serious note, Gyu, I'm glad you had fun while I was being forced to entertain those industry housewives." You momentarily stop your brushing, "I'm thoroughly overwhelmed by ultrasounds!" You exclaim frustratedly through a gurgle of toothpaste. The very thought of those women shot your blood pressure to hell.

Their idealistic lives and their idealistic vaginas that could somehow push out a steady stream of babies before snapping back as if nothing ever happened. Business as usual.

Meanwhile, your body threw a tantrum the very second you even had a vague thought of eating something outside the bounds of your diet.

Mingyu adored every part of you - you know this - but that nauseating feeling of inadequacy always crept up on you in moments of weakness.

You sigh, "I think those women have magical vaginas."

"Hey." Mingyu says, patting down his face, "All women have magical vaginas but you especially."

You swiftly ignore him and continue your furious brushing as you say, "Every single day it's 'This one is pregnant!' 'This one wants to get pregnant,' 'This one is trying to get pregnant!'" You rant, completely oblivious to the way Mingyu watches you through the mirror as you continue.

"'I'm not quite sure when it became socially accessible for couples to just air out their breeding kinks to the public-" an ungentlemanly snort escapes through Mingyu's mouth and he pauses to shake his head and compose himself.

"I'm ultra-sounded out!" You exclaim, finally bending over to spit out a wad of toothpaste. In your periphery, Mingyu watches you with that passive look of contentment and unwavering adoration that almost never seems to leave his face in your presence.

Despite his overly humorous tendencies at times, Mingyu also harboured the habit of reading in between the lines - he had to, not only for his job but for his romantic life as well. Being blessed with a shy partner meant Mingyu had to dig just a little deeper past the veneer of everything you say, to get just a little closer to what you actually meant.

Your shyness and stoicism is what initially drew him to you in the first place. Always beating around the proverbial bush to protect your most sacred dignity and independence. It was always a struggle for Mingyu but it turned him on way too easily to picture his put-together, independent little wife needing him in a way she might not even know.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask quietly, lifting your head before reigning your braids into a ponytail.

"How am I looking at you?" Mingyu asks in a voice way too husky to harbour any sense of professionalism.

"Are you seriously turned on right now?" There is no use in denying it because Mingyu knew you could read him like an open book. There's a soberness that hits him when he's turned on.

He jokes less than usual and assumes a more… slutty disposition that neither him nor you have ever been able to tame. Mingyu rubs the excess cream into his hands before leaning against the marble countertops. He watches you with a small, dangerous smirk that sends a flurry of butterflies swimming the pits of your stomach.

"If you wanted me to get you pregnant so badly, all you had to do was ask." His sentence bulldozes through the silence, steals the air right out of your lungs and nearly sweeps your feet out from underneath you. The world practically spins for a second but you grapple desperately onto your sensibilities for your sensibilities are one of the very few things you can arm yourself against your husband's slutty seduction.

"I think I could've squeezed you into my busy schedule," He chuckles lightly before stepping forward.

Almost automatically you step backwards, which evidently gets Mingyu way too excited. He raises his eyebrows with a slight before he's closing the distance between the two of you with 2 wide strides.

The light pouring down from the ceiling suddenly feels too warm, and the air feels like you've teleported to a crowded bazaar in the centre of the desert. You refuse to make eye contact with Mingyu, looming over you. You only splay a hand against his chest as you attempt to chuckle.

"You're being ridiculous." You say, "If you need to cum so bad, use your hand."

It felt like a betrayal on everything you held dear, admitting that the idea of him cumming inside you with the purpose of getting you pregnant turned you on. It felt like a betrayal on your career and your goals and aspirations.

"Nah," He shakes his head without ever breaking eye contact, "That would be a waste, wouldn't it?" Mingyu's eyes frantically search your features for the same traces of lust so shamelessly displayed across his own visage. His lips are parted with his quiet breathing. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

However, Mingyu's sensibilities are completely clouded by unshakeable lust. He is so easily stimulated by every single thing about you, the softness of your body, the familiarity of your scent and the mental image of seeing you actually pregnant with his child. It has him pushing you further against the bathroom wall until the coolness of the stone sank steadily through your night dress.

Mingyu's hand immediately rips the offending article of clothing, pushing your night dress up slowly and feeling his own cock ache at how you silently comply.

"It's really easy, baby. I just need you to tell me you want me to cum in that little pussy of yours and I'll do it. Just wanna…" Mingyu's incoherence during states of exceptional lust always succeeded in making you absolutely wet. He became an insatiable, talkative and blubbering mess.

"...Just wanna make you happy," His breathing picks up almost as easily as yours, and inside himself, Mingyu releases a shotgun prayer that you want this just as bad as he does. He hopes your mind has been flooded with the exact same fantasies of him, sliding his bare cock into your soaking cunt. Him ramming into you and finishing inside of you and-

"Ah- fuck," He hisses, unable to get your panties down all the way before he's letting his fingers drift across your slippery folds. "Look at how wet you are, baby. You really do want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy, don't you?"

Mingyu's cock twitches uncomfortably in his pants while he drifts his fingers over your puffy clit, pulling a strangled moan from your throat.

"Feels good, baby?" He whimpers before slotting his hips between your legs. Mingyu's breath is warm against the side of your face as he continues to rub infuriating circles on your clit. "I can make you feel even better baby… if you let me fuck you, I can make us both feel good, yeah?" He's a whining mess - you both are as your hips move in tandem against his hands.

"Fuck, baby I need you to tell me you want this. I need you to tell me I can throw away the condoms, that I can cum inside you-"

"F-Fuck, Daddy," Your slip-up would've gone perfectly unnoticed, were it not for the heavy, almost oppressive silence between the two of you in the bathroom. Mingyu's ears perk up like a puppy that had just heard his favorite word, and he pulls himself away to gaze deeply into your eyes with adoration and awe. Mingyu's pink lips hang open as he scrambles back up to his height. He cups your cheeks with both hands, and you lean into his warm calluses as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your cheek.

The kiss he leaves on your nose is delicate and romantic.

The perfect calm before the proverbial storm.

Mingyu then nods slowly as he says, "Well now I'm definitely going to fuck you," the conviction and the bass in his voice urges a pathetic whimper through your lips and you're left to comply limply as Mingyu places a palm on your exposed thigh. He lifts you up until your leg is locked firmly around his hip and he's almost perfectly slotted between your bare legs. The feeling of having him so close to you, in such a starkly intimate position leaves you both momentarily speechless and you're watching each other as if terrified of breaking this spell of lust.

Mingyu is deliberate in his actions as he moves his hand to pull his cock out of his pants, all without breaking eye contact.

"Don't play with me like this, baby," it's the most serious he has ever been, and your back is almost moulded to the wall as Mingyu lines the tip of his aching cock to your dripping cunt. "I was literally so close to cumming in my pants, so if you're playing with me right now-"

"Mingyu," your voice is airy as you push your hips forward, taking initiative, as you always did, until the head of his cock was prodding your entrance. He shivers greatly before stealing a glance down at his cock entering you so swiftly, before he gazes deep into your eyes once more.

"If you want me…" Mingyu whispers as he fully sheathes his cock inside you, overcome by yet another violent shiver. "Baby, you have me."

The first thrust is nearly cataclysmic and he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot. Seeing him so incredibly turned on, so ready to burst at the seams has your cunt clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until his gigantic cock was stretching your cunt to what felt like its limits. That second thrust completely drains him of all his composure and soon Mingyu's fucking you relentlessy into the wall as if he both hated you and loved you and did not know which was which.

"You're doing so well baby" You whisper, causing his hips to stutter against yours while a pained moan releases itself from your throat.

Your mouth hangs open as you watch him absolutely ravage you. His dark eyes are hooded with lust and he's babbling his incoherent sentences while his long, messy hair brushes over his cheeks. He is absolutely fargone as he thrusts his hips into you, while his other hand is stationed against the wall above you. "Thank you for letting me do this, baby," he damn near whimpers as he pushes himself harder and faster into you, unable to stop the neediness from sinking into his tone. "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

Your mouth is still hanging open and Mingyu takes the opportunity to dip down and crash his lips onto yours. The kiss is furious and desperate and you realise this is exactly what you love about him. You appreciate how easy it is to please him, how unashamed Mingyu is of displaying his emotions. He is loud and passionate and it drives you absolutely insane.

"Fuck-I'm close," He breathes, as he peppers kisses along your face. His hand squeezes desperately at your breasts as he pants in your ear. "Tell me to cum inside you- pleasepleaseplease,"

You are operating purely on the lust distributed from Mingyu's incessant whining and whimpering until an idea strikes you so vividly you almost wonder why you had not done this before.

In between your feverish panting and Mingyu's ravaging motions, you delve your head into his hair before peeling his face away from you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion before you slither your hand down to lock your palm around the his throat. Your hand doesn't fully enclose his neck but you succeed in adding pressure, causing the man before you to roll his eyes into the back of his skull in absolutely ecstasy-

"Oh fuck-I'm cumming-" his body spasms before you in a euphoric daze, quickly triggering your own orgasm as you continue to choke him and move your hips in tandem with his cock.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" He swears as he clamps his hand around your thigh as if begging to spread you wider, to push in deeper until he's filling you up completely with his load. It's messy and so wildly intimate, you're both lost in the crevices of your own respective pleasure. How anyone could make someone feel as completed as you two currently feel is so unimaginable, you both struggle to find the words. Mingyu is a panting mess above you while you attempt to ease your runway heart.

It strikes you then that you're perhaps afraid, now that the lust has cleared that the post nut clarity might rid him of his earlier statements.

All you do is watch as he places another kiss on the tip of your nose before easing his cock out of you.

"I'll run out to buy Plan B tomorrow. You don't have to -"

He shushes you almost immediately as he pads over the bathroom sink. Mingyu hums softly as he ruffles through the medicine cabinet until he finds what he's looking for. All you can do is watch as he dumps the entire contents of your birth control pills down the toilet. He never breaks eye contact, only maintaining a wide slightly manic smile.

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲!?

Didn't anybody tell him being back in the booth will leave him singing solo?

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x Fem!reader | Slight!Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A kink confession in couple's therapy might just save your relationship

Warnings: Established Relationship, Insecurities, Gender Roles, Slight!Toxic Relationship, Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut (+18 Minors DNI), Masturbation, Dom/Sub undertones, MeanDom!Jihoon, Sub!Reader, Innocence Kink, Slight DDLG, Ownership Kink, Hair Pulling, Spitting kink, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Slight Humiliation, Submission Kink, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Oral Sex (Male rec), Breeding Kink, Slight!Hate sex

Word Count: 3.9k

Song: Mine | Beyonce

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"I'm aware that I'm on this mission to get my boyfriend to actually want to fuck me again but why does it feel like I've already failed on the very first step?" A whine so childish, and so petulant rips itself from the depths of your throat but Jihoon's running shower silences the pathetic noise.

While he showers, you're left sitting on the floor surrounded by a graveyard of designer lingerie. A too small Victoria's Secret set is immediately abandoned in its box, leaving you howling into the phone as you wriggle yourself into the complicated underwear.

Your confidence wanes as you adjust to the intricate bows and string of the set, wincing as you pull up the pink garter belt until it's clasped around your thighs. Soon enough, you're padding across the floor of your walk-in closet, hesitantly approaching a mirror.

"I mean, this says 'slut' but what if 'slut' isn't what he's attracted to?" Your hand curls tightly around the width of your phone, "Jihoon is an anomaly! What if I end up making a complete and utter fool of myself?" The mirror is nestled between Jihoon's clothing rack harbouring all his neatly pressed designer pieces. You let the sight of his intimidating fashion waver your already fragile confidence. 

"Are you hearing yourself?" Scoffs Mingyu through your phone's speakers, "What man has ever in the history of the universe not been attracted to 'slutty'? I feel like that might be a prerequisite in terms of the origins of the word." He says in a lax, calm manner, "Woozi'll just be happy to see boobs and ass becuase that's usually how a guy's brain goes. Or how mine goes at least."

Despite Mingyu's assurances, your arms are still folded over your scantily covered breasts while you cradle your phone in the air. "I don't know," your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. "You didn't hear him today at counseling, Mingyu. I feel like our therapist might actually hate us." You continue to cradle your torso, forcing yourself not to flinch at the memory of your earlier session of couples therapy. 

How far away Jihoon had felt despite being seated right beside you, like a gleaming, stoic-faced monolith. You feel as though you have been living in nothing but a perpetual winter, forever trying to please Jihoon, your boyfriend, but always falling short in front of Woozi, the entertainer. Work, work, work, on his mind meant that you were left to entertain your own wants by your lonesome. Even more harrowig, is the excuse he had given your therapist.

"She's always in boss mode," Jihoon's tone was as cold as ice, refusing to spare you even a single glance as he faced the therapist ahead, "And that's one of things I love about her, yes. Her drive and determination makes us compatible because I know I'm the same-"

A scoff slips past your lips at that point, making Jihoon's fist clench on the arm rest as you snootily interjected, "Don't misconstrue." You said, "He works more than me," and it was the truth as far as you believed it. Yes, you would gladly admit to neglecting a few key elements of your relationship in the face of your career, but never had you ever made Jihoon feel microscopic in your pursuits. Not like how he made you feel.

"It's important to listen to each other without interjecting." The therapist calmly scolded, leaving you grumbling in your seat, "You'd be surprised at how much could truly be accomplished by simply listening to each other,"

You were truly ready to tell that old lady to go to hell but something strange happened, and Jihoon finally opened his mouth, unburdening himself with what has truly been bothering him in his relationships as of late.

"It's just," He swears lightly under his breath, which does a terrific job in garnering yout attention. You peek up from underneath your lashes and you're stunned to hear him say, "I just wish she'd understand that it wouldn't burn down the foundations of feminism if she'd just," Jihoon's jaw ticked as he displayed the very first signs of emotion, "-Just let me take that load off for a bit…"

"In what way?" The therapist asked, sensing the nearness of a eureka moment. She treaded carefully, in fear of scaring Jihoon back into his shell. Thankfully, he made himself clearer because by now, you needed to know as well.

"She's the boss in her day to day and I respect that," he says, "But all I'm saying is that it wouldn't hurt to leave all that shit at work..."

The therapist nodded with grave understanding, although even you could see the trepidation easing onto her face. There is no hiding the conflicting emotions displayed on your face.

"You're asking her to become more…" The therapist cleared their throat, "Submissive?" Jihoon had not responded after that, letting the pregnant silence act as his megaphone.

"I'm submissive," you had whispered, nodding as if trying to convince yourself of your words. "I'm like… so submissive," before you could decorate your lie with even more lies, Jihoon finally turned towards you. 

"Really?" He asked, "Where?"

You let an incredulous chuckle escape from your throat as you shot back, "Where what?"

Jihoon did a show of looking around the therapist's clinical office, delving deep into his petty theatrics as he calmly, "Where are you being submissive, because it hasn't been with me?"

The session had ended with you wracking your brain at Jihoon's admittance of what you suspect to be a kink. His words haunted you on the silent drive home. They had piqued your interest considerably, filling the atmosphere with a tense warmth, as if a tempest was brewing. One that neither of you was quite aware of how to deal with yet.

It was a feeling that led you into the deepest confines of your closet, until you pulled out the Savage x Fenty lingerie box, immediately calling Mingyu in a fit of panic while Woozi was in the shower. He was, after all, your best friend way before you even knew of Lee Jihoon.  

Ripping your arms away from your torso is a mission on its own, one you succeed with immense reluctance as you finally gaze at your reflection in all her half naked glory.

You commence a hesitant twirl in front of the floor to ceiling mirror.

Very hesitant. 

The lace bralette is digging into your ribs, and the matching pink garters are cutting into the skin of your ample thighs. It is all so painfully uncomfortable that you're threatening to take it off, no matter how much of a wet dream you may look like.

But there is excitement there too, bubbling beneath the surface, awakened by Jihoon's confession. You are almost excited to try this with him. Submission, sexually, was never on your cards previously but maybe this is something you should have noticed long ago. You pride yourself on being observant so why didn't you notice it before?

The soft affirmations of "Say my name," while he was steadily bringing you to orgasm with his fingers alone. The unmistakable need to have his hand locked around your throat whenever he was on the verge of cumming.

Even the non sexual stuff.

Ordering for you. Making sure your hand was always locked inside his when you found yourselves wandering the city. Forcing you to pay with his card despite knowing you made more than enough to sustain your lifestyle. 

How didn't you know?

Keeping a hesitant grip on your satin nightgown, you tilt your head at your reflection skeptically.

"Imagine how embarrassed I'll be if he just ignores me," The insides of your mouth is bleeding non stop from the way you've been gnawing at it, "Maybe I should just accept that work is the only love in Jihoon's life."

Mingyu's voice is diabolically soothing as it bleeds through your speakers, "No, no," he says, and you can imagine him swatting away at the air in the process "Jihoon acts like a prude but he's one of the biggest sluts- if not - the biggest slut I know."

"Besides yourself of course," you murmur,

"Besides myself of course" Eventually, Mingyu comes up with what he suspects is his big master plan.

"Perhaps you should send me a pic of you in it, that way when the little guy gets out of the shower and sees you, then you'll be far more relaxed in the knowledge that someone else has already seen you in it." 

It truly was Neanderthal mathematics. 

However, there is an underlying veneer in Mingyu's tone bleeding in through the phone's speakers that makes you believe your best friend is far from joking. Despite it infuriating Woozi to no end, Mingyu might never stop flirting with you ever. In respect of your dynamic.

"Surely, I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm not sending you a pic of me in my lingerie for you but I guess I have to put that into words you would understand maybe?" You hold up your fingers and clear your throat as you monotonously say, "how dare you," 'have you no shame, Mingyu," You ask, "Need I go on?" 

In the midst of Mingyu's petulant whines urging you to just 'leave your man' Jihoon's shower silences, and you right your bad posture immediately. You suddenly have no idea what to do with the drawstring of the nightgown. Somehow, this seemed like the make it or break it moment. The moment where you would decide to dive headfirst into your plans of winning back your relationship despite the possibility of being met with Jihoon's hostility and coldness that you had grown so accustomed to.

The pool of dread and anxiety is deep, and your hands are nearly shaking as your fingers gloss over the lacy pink garment. "I have to go," you whisper into the receiver, vaguely aware that you've already clicked the button to sever the line before your sentence even ends. All while you awaited the footsteps from Jihoon. But they never came.

Courageously abandoning your fear for the sake of actually getting laid, you walk up to the door of your shared bathroom and knock hesitantly.

"Jihoon? Honey, are you okay?" But he is not okay, in fact, Jihoon might venture to believe he may never be okay because your voice is just so pretty, even when muffled by a closed door. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his forearm is leaning against the shower glass, and you just called him honey and fuck, if he didn't start tugging at his dick faster. He feels pathetic, having to get himself off when you were right there but the nuances and complexities of fighting with your partner introduced the need for such things. 

Jihoon's jaw is locked tight as he succinctly and suspiciously responds with a rumbling and groaning "Fine."  His brows are furrowed, and his teeth locked tightly together as he fights to get off easily and succinctly.

He hopes that you would take the hostility in his voice as a sign to make yourself scarce. Jihoon already fucked up when he let the 'submissive' thing slip but he cannot bear to imagine the utter humiliation he would be subjected to if you swung that door open right now, catching masturbating in the shower, as if he did not have a girlfriend able to meet those needs… It bruises him like nothing else could. He did not want you to see him like this. He did not want you to know that even in the midst of your fights, you were the only woman he ever really thought of.

His palm skates over his soaked cock as his mind is filled images of you on your knees in front of him, head tilted back and tongue sticking out like a-

"Good little slut," It was intended as a whisper to fuel the violent pool of heat bubbling in his abdomen and make him cum quicker. A whisper that you weren't supposed to hear but your ear is on the door now and you shout back, 

"Did you say anything?"

He cannot reply because his cock is aching and heavy with the weight of his fantasy. A fantasy in which you were his to hold, his to fuck, his to cum inside of until you were completely and utterly full of his load-

"Fuck-"

He rushes to squeeze the base of his dick, edging himself even though he's not quite sure why. This had been his moment to just cum all over his hands, wash off his spilt seed and be done with it, but you're knocking much more fluidly on the door, and you're becoming impatient. 

"Honey, you're scaring m-," You venture to say, despite already pushing the bathroom door open. You're both left momentarily stunned by what the other is seeing in front of them. He is left paralyzed by seeing you in so little clothing… and wearing pink. 

While you did not anticipate seeing Jihoon naked in the shower. Why had you not anticipated that? That’s so silly. Your mouth hangs open with the shock of his beauty perhaps.

Has it truly been that long? 

In the same breath, Jihoon's lungs are wiped clean as he stares at you through the glass. His breathing is heavy, ghosting over the glass while his broad chest rises and falls. He is nothing but darkened hooded eyes. Eyes that ravage the sight of you in your lacy pink underwear, underwear that he had not seen anywhere. Where did you get that? When did you get that? Myriad thoughts swirl in Jihoon's mind, each more sinister and lustful than the last because you look so completely innocent and so soft standing by the door, arms at your side while the dressing gown hangs lazily off of your shoulders.

After a moment of silence, Jihoon decides to stop this nonsense by leaning back slightly. His long black hair still dripping down the sides of his face and his tongue skates over his bottom lip as he says,

“We should not be this surprised to see each other naked,” He says, a deep voice ringing out through the acoustics of the bathroom, “We are a couple, last I checked.”

When you do not respond, he tilts his head downward, letting an even deeper shadow cast over his eyes as he scans you from head to toe. For an innumerable amount of minutes all is quiet. It feels as though the world had been rid of noise, like you had teleported back in time, to a Charlie Chaplin motion picture. A world of absolute silence. 

You begin to wonder how you might respond because surely, you cannot stand here, gawking at him for the rest of your merry life.

Before you could even think of adding to the silence with anything, anything at all, Woozi keeps his ice cold gaze on you, as he leans his head against his forearm, the one still positioned against the shower glass and he resumes his movements of languidly stroking his thick cock buried in his tight fist. 

Your mouth runs dry as your eyes betray you, finally venturing down to watch him. You seem to have forgotten just how beautiful your boyfriend truly was, taking in his damp locks kissing his shoulders. He is all solid lines with a sculpted torso and you feel as  if you never even knew him at all.

"Jihoon," Your voice quivers with immense passion but he silences you immediately. 

"Don't ruin this. Please don't-"

"I wanna help." His mouth snaps shut but he can feel himself twitch in his palm. Jihoon's breath grows hot as you step closer and closer and he squeezes his cock, as the overall scent of you forces its way through his nose and into his brain. You're so utterly addicting, Jihoon's hand strokes almost instinctively, his hips even venturing to push his cock into his palm as he follows your every movement.

"I want you to tell me what to do," You finally say, letting the silk gown fall to the floor as you step into the shower, lingerie and all. Jihoon's mind has completely descended into lechery while his hooded eyes watch you with nothing but adoration.

"Your knees." Is all he is able to force out, "I need you on your knees," He whispers an incredibly hoarse, "Please," that has you falling to his feet automatically. The movement immediately had Jihoon's reeling. 

"Fuck," He whispers, the sound of complete awe rushing straight to your core as he finally let's all his inhibitions wilt away with the rest of his manners. Jihoon is quick to bury his fingers into your hair with a roughness you're surprised to see. Surprised but far from disappointed.

"Open your mouth," He instructs, despite already prying your mouth open with his thick fingers, forcing your teeth open as if you were his plaything all while craning your head backwards. 

Once he gets your mouth open, Jihoon is insatiable. He immediately bends down and crashes his lips into yours, letting his tongue invade the inside of your mouth like his life depended on it. It's a manic, passionate and domineering kiss, neck that had you moaning into his open mouth as your tongue wrestled with his.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?" His tone however, lets you know that he is not asking, not really, but you nod anyway, unsure of who or what has come over you. All you're really sure of is that you want to make him feel good. The goal, the satisfaction of it is building so fantastically inside of you, pushing through your arteries, steadily soaking your panties with arousal and eliciting a slightly wayward kind of dizzying emotion inside of you all at once.

"Tell me," he says, and you're forced to crane your head back as he straightens his form. "Tell me to fuck your stupid little mouth. Tell me it's what you want." His jaw is locked tight as his hand once again encloses around his sensitive dick. He refuses to give you anything, however, unless he hears you submit to him fully and completely. He feels like he needs to hear the words. Some part deep in his monkey brain needs the confirmation from the source, as if hearing you say such nasty, horrible things would increase his already heightened arousal.

"Please, Fuck my mouth, Jihoon!" In any other instance you might have been shocked at the words flowing out of your mouth, but your cunt is absolutely dripping through the fabric and your hand immediately dives down to cup your pussy through your panties as you look up at him and say, "Please fuck my slutty little mouth, Jihoon! I fucking want you to, pleasepleaseplease-"

"Such a slut- such a pretty little slut-" you'd never heard Jihoon's voice crack the way it just did and you really wish to hear that beautiful sound again. His hand is once again in your hair while his other hand is on your jaw. He pushes a finger inside until he's flattening your tongue and craning your neck even further back. You're momentarily confused, trapped in a haze of stupid lust before Jihoon hovers above you and spits directly into your mouth. 

You're moaning, and keening and Jihoon is already forcing his cock all the way inside your mouth.

"Your mouth-" His voice is hoarse as he eases his cock inside the warmth of your mouth. He cannot take his eyes off of you, his beautiful, brilliant girl taking his cock so far into your mouth while you had taken to humping your own hand like an insatiable little slut.

"Fuck baby," He murmurs, letting the tip of cock meet the very back of your throat before inching out again, "is my little girl really getting turned on from sucking cock?" His humiliation is punctuated by a sharp and powerful thrust, one that has you seeing stars and your vision blurring as you fight to keep him inside your mouth. "You don't even have to do anything," He says through gritted teeth, "I'm doing all the work fucking this tiny little mouth of yours, aren't I?" You can feel how turned on he is. He's fucking huge inside your mouth as he slides himself to and fro like his life depended on it.

"God you're so beautiful like this," He whispers, "You're so fucking beautiful taking my cock like a good little whore."

Jihoon's gaze lowers down to where your hand has taken to pushing aside your panties and rubbing swift wet circles on your clit.

"You're not gonna cum like that," He says, almost immediately stilling his frantic hips, "when you cum, it's gonna be because of me, understand?" His grip on your forearm is solid as he pulls you up from off the shower floor. You're absolutely limp in his hands, breath heavy as he brings you close to him. There is a silent, almost tender exchange, with him breathing heavily in your face while you stare wide eyed up at him.

Soon, he's spinning you around with his hands digging into your sides as he presses your front against the fogged up glass. Letting your tits push against the cool, wet surfaces, he draws your hips to his. 

Before he sinks his cock into you, a very strange thing happens. Soft pillowy lips brush against your shoulder blade, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

"Thank you," He whispers before sinking his cock into you with determination. He bottoms out faster than you anticipate, all while you've taken to moaning and whimpering like a mad woman. Your sounds egg him on, until he's rutting his twitching cock inside of you, desperately searching for the alleviation of a budding and aching need inside him.

"You feel so fucking good, you know that?" You hear him behind you. Feel him behind you. Your walls stretch and contract around his cock who continues to bully your insides.

"F-Fuck, Jihoona-" 

"Fuck, you're squeezing me, Princess," Your orgasm sneaks up on you pile the devil himself, stripping you of your dignity as you push your hips backwards, almost instinctively forcing his cock deeper as you fucked yourself back onto him. Jihoon's mind is absolutely deranged with lust. He sinks his nails into the softness of your sides and he pulls your hips impossibly closer. He fucks you like a madman, his cock is fluid and quick, pushing against that particular cushion of nerves that has your orgasm feeling like an absolute lifetime. Your panties that had been carelessly pushed aside creates a second later of friction that has him so dangerously close to the edge.

"I'm going to cum inside you." He states while never letting himself stop fucking you, "Fuck- I'm going to cum inside you-" It's the hardest you've ever seen him cum before. His hair is messy and a darker shade under the wetness of the shower, his eyes are hooded and glossy and his body is shuddering against you, overcome by a wave of vicious shocks as he stutters and empties his balls deep inside of you. His cock is forced deeper than it's ever been and you're made completely full of his load. Jihoon is utterly spent as he lowers his weight onto your back. Letting a sea of kisses reign down on your back as your heavy breathing fills the warm and damp air.

"You look so fucking beautiful," He says, never letting his pecks against your back stop, "so fucking gorgeous." That seems like apology enough, on both parts.

Pra tú não esquecer que tem dono - JENO

AVISOS: jeno! motoboy! × leitora • br!au • ambientação na favela mais especificamente na chatuba¡ complexo da penha¡ • conteúdo adulto • linguagem imprópria • leve degradação ● penetração vaginal ● tara por elogios ● relação ainda não estabelecida ●

"eu não posso te oferecer dinheiro, mas já que sou rei na minha quebrada nega eu te ofereço o bairro inteiro."

Lee Jeno ria com os amigos, jogando conversa fora com os colegas de trabalho na alta da madrugada. Estavam fazendo hora no ponto de moto táxi no pé do morro.

A graça dele acabou no momento que te olhou toda produzida provavelmente voltando da noitada.

Mini saia jeans e um top apertado nos seios pequenos. Usava um salto plataforma da melissa médio branco e no braço tinha uma bolsinha pequena da mesma cor.

"Tá sozinha essa hora por causa de que ?" - jeno aperta o passo em direção a subida da rua empurrando a moto com as mãos.

"Não te devo satisfação de nada euem. Se manca bofe." - finge que o motoqueiro não tava na sua cola, balança os cabelos e continua andando cheia de rebolado para sua casa.

-Tú tem que me dar satisfação sim, tá maluca? Voltando essa hora, desse jeito vão achar que tô levando chifre porra.

-Chifre de quê otário? A gente não tem nada não."

-Nada? Tú mama o meu pau e depois diz que não tem nada entre a gente? É assim agora? cuspindo no prato que comeu?

-É que eu tava com fome aquela época. - debocha com a cara do rapaz, mesmo sabendo que o neno te conhecia, ele sabia assim como você que tú tava apaixonadinha no rapaz, confessou pra ele da última vez que sairam pra beber e ele te levou para a casa da sua mãe.

"obrigada por entregar ela em segurança meu filho. É esse tipo de homem que ela deveria me apresentar em casa"

"vou apresentar ele mãe! o yuyu vai ser meu marido!"

Yuta segura não expressar a felicidade que a lembrança o trouxe e revida em bom tom "A época da semana passada? Quando cê foi no meu barraco só pra sentar no meu pau falando que eu sou teu homem."

- Sai pra lá Jeno, quem vive de passado é museu. A fila andou sacou? Tô com o Rael agora.

- O playboizinho ?

- Você quis dizer cheio da grana? sim. é ele mesmo, um homem de verdade. Quero saber de nada da favela não .

- Porra meu bem, assim também não se faz. O que ele tem que eu não tenho? dinheiro? isso não mede carater de um homem de verdade não princesa.

Faz careta como se escutasse "blá-blá-blá" e continua andando como se não ouvisse nada.

-Eu te dou tudo que você quiser, sou sujeito homem pô, se tu quiser sair da favela eu trabalho dobrado e coloco nós dois morando numa casa bonita em São Cristóvão.

Acaba em risos. Jeno para no meio do caminho, tira a mão da moto e olha nos seus olhos, ali você via medo nos olhos escuros - talvez de te perder - sinceridade e talvez até admiração. Duvidava que existia alguém que te lance olhos de ternura como ele.

- o que você quer jeno?

- princesa, faz isso comigo não. Tenta entender que eu te amo de verdade, quero casar com você serinho, contruir família e os caralho, quero tudo com você. Dá mole pra esses cara não.

-olha neno, já falei que eu e o rael tamo num lance e-

A fala do neno te atropela, as cabeça balança em negativa e forma uma careta no rosto. Ele não ia deixar a ideia de te ter, logo você a princesinha dele, a mulher dos futuros filhos, que ele tanto cuida e enche de mimos mesmo ainda sendo um ficante.

- Tá falando de k.o não tá ? Pó linda me diz que tu não deu pra ele. Aquele cara pode te cobrir de ouro e ainda não vai saber te tratar como você merece. O bagulho é nois tá enrolado.

Seus olhos enchem de lágrimas, você sabia que gostava do yuta do mesmo jeito que ele te gostava, talvez até amava. Vale mais a pena dar chance a ele que qualquer outro.

- Aff... tá bom, fechou. Agora para de papo e pega minha bolsa vai quero carona pra casa.

-Você que manda gatinha - O motoqueiro nem conseguiu disfarça a felicidade antes de montar na moto.

***

É Jogada na cama do namorado. Jeno arfa quando puxa a sainha curta pra cima e vê a buceta despida.

"piranha" a fala vem junto com o tapa certeiro na buceta, se contorce e sente o clitoris calejar pedindo mais.

-tú é minha entendeu? namorada...esposa... essa porra é minha. - três dedos entram e saem com rapidez -cadela. sem calcinha, foi procurar pica por ai foi?

- Tenho que te foder do jeito certo toda vez. Pra essa sua cabecinha burra não esquecer que esse teu buraquinho só pode receber minha pica. Eu. - usa o pronome com a mesma intensidade que penetra com força dentro do canal apertado - só eu, vou enfiar meus filhos ai dentro, e você vai ser uma boa garota e vai receber tudo.

A saia pequena se embolava com o top no alta da cintura. os dedos apertaram o biquinho do seu peito.

O moreno curvou o rosto pertinho do seu sentia a respiração contra seu rosto, a boca crispada e o rosto em puro revolto. A lingua descendo pelo colo, chupando o pescoço, lambendo; fazendo bagunça.

Seu corpo saculejava com força. Era tanto estimulo que gritava sem se importar com as casas ao lado. Perdida de tesão, revirando os olhos dizendo e afirmando que seu corpo pertencia a ele, o motoboy da favela.