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Viciously double-tapping the screen to make sure this was liked. loved. I wish it would count how many times those damn hearts appeared after I pressed my finger onto the screen so fucking much. Wowowowooeoew I love thissssssssss. 🩷🩷🩷

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 8.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 13,452

warnings/includes (!) office altercation, toxic co-worker, miscarriage mentions (nothing happens or will happen, Oc is just worrying/making sure everything is fine), mention of parent death and heart attack, sexual propositioning, the reign of Sera is finally over, Seokjin takes control of the situation 🥵, allusions to narcissism, and I don’t want to spoil too much but the ending is sweet I promise 🤧

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RAGEEEEEEE

PURE FUCKING RAGE. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOD.

Jordan wtf am I reading?!?!?!?!?! All I can say is oh my god rn, I'm fucking squealing and shouting in the comfort of my home, thank god no one can see me lmaooo ,, at first I was gonna cry because of the altercation between jin and y/n and then even more fucking shit with that bitchass twat sera. If sera was real, ITS ON SIGHT!!! I hope she fucking slaps her, somebody better or I will.

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 7.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,130

warnings/includes (!) ANGST CITY, just straight up no escape, no reprieve, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, worrying behaviour from Sera, lies, I think some of you might get angry at Oc 😬, you may want to give seokjin a hug, basically emotions are high, Yuna is the best as always, an altercation, Thursday morning chaos at the office lmao, Soobin cameos (couldn’t help myself) 

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lmao that last bit of y/n overthinking about jin going to see the ob and dating anyone he wants to was real as hell. love it.

on god, sera gets under my skin too,, would love to sock a b****

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 5.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov  words; 8,410

warnings/includes (!) jungkook is a loveable asshole, first baby check-up which includes a transvaginal ultrasound, oc gets a teeny-weeny bit jealous but she won’t admit it, SERA (she needs her own warning by now lmao) 

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 4.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 10,286

warnings/includes (!) one-night stand, semi-intoxicated sex, kissing, groping, ass man jin is back, oral (f receiving), protected sex (missionary), fingering, unprotected sex (doggy), multiple orgasms, minor spanking, oc likes it kind of hard, mild dirty talk 

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*MOST FEM SQUEELLLL EVER*

Look at me, loving the bare minimum. I'm so happy he came back, god I love him. I can't wait to see how the story progresses, they're so cute when they're together

Also i really love this dual pov, because I love knowing what's going on in his head too 😊

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 3.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 8,068

warnings/includes (!) tiniest mention of abortion, mentions of unprotected sex 

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just started reading this because I wanted to wait till the majority of it was finished before I started reading. now with only a couple of chapters left, I'm so excited to finally read it. I've been avoiding your acc so nothing would get spoiled lol

okay so wtf was up with the ending of this chapter?!?! JIN WTF WE EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU !! i hate when men men. also y/n kinda dumb, why was she gonna sit through that entire dinner and wait till the end to say smth?? Anyways I love my man jin, mister man better act right 😤

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 2.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader  au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,372

warnings/includes (!) fainting, hospitals, mentions of anaemia and feeling sick, and this chapter is just emotional and a little angsty, I’m sorry! 

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Lost in the lights, lost in the lights I'm outta my mind for @userjiminie

yea I def liked this one.

After I discovered that there was a whole genre of pothead jisung fics, my entire reading experience has changed for the better. Bcuz like (personal tmi), sexual pleasure while high is so other worldly and reading these just gets that

hard (but soft) bf jisung thought below the cut (not proofread - don’t come for me)

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

clouds of earthy smelling smoke filled your lungs as you laid on your bed, head hanging off the side. jisung sat at your feet, eyes closed in bliss as he took a slow drag of the joint he had rolled only minutes before.

jisung tapped the bottom of your foot to get your attention. “more?” his voice was raspy from the smoke and the lingering sleep that had yet to leave his system.

“no, i’m ‘kay.” you mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling fan above you. around and around it spun, drying your eyes out with its gentle breeze. or maybe they were dry because you hadn’t blinked in the last minute, or maybe it was because of the weed. either way, when your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but moan quietly as they finally got some rest.

jisung finished the joint, putting the nub out on the ashtray beside the bed. the mattress moved under his weight, stopping only once he was between your legs. grabbing your knees, he spread your legs out, stretched as far as they could possible go. you could feel his legs rubbing against yours, shifting closer and closer to your middle. even in your high state, you could guess what was to come next, even lifting your hips in preparation.

but hands never found your hips, ridding you from the pink cotton layer that hid your core away. instead, you felt the weight of his head on your lower belly, jisung flipping on his side and pulling your thighs until they squished him in the middle of your body.

jisung held onto your leg, fingers drawing hearts on your bare skin. “love you.” he whispered before placing a tender kiss on your thigh.

blindly, as your head was still over the edge and eyes were still closed, your hands searched for his head, threading your fingers through his fluffy hair. he hummed against your thigh, nose nuzzling into you as you played with his hair.

“love you.”

“mean it?”

“always.”

you could feel his smile on your thigh, feel his giggle making your soft skin jiggle. he was always an affectionate partner; always doting on you, covering you with kisses whenever he could, showering you with praises and a love you never thought you deserved. jisung did, though, and didn’t let a day go by without reminding you that you did.

but something about your boyfriend high made him more lovely. praises leaving his soft lips more, kisses with a bit more passion behind them, “love you”s said a little more firmly. it was cute - the way he was so openly smitten for you no matter his state of mind.

“baby?” his voice was muffled against your thigh.

“yeah?”

“can you lift your head up? i miss your face.”

giggling, you planted your palms on the mattress and pushed yourself up. jisung rolled onto his belly, chin now resting on your stomach as he stared at you. the laziest smile painted his face, so large that his eyes fluttered shut.

“there’s my pretty girl.” his voice was low, it had been all afternoon, but something about that sentence with that tone-

“jiiiiiii.” you whined, going to dangle over the edge again. jisung was quicker than you, though, grabbing your upper thighs and pulling you further down the bed until your head was now resting on it instead of over it.

“that’s better.” he was now face to face with your collarbones from shifting you on the bed. his lips kissed where they met, little butterfly kisses landing across each collarbone. once he was done kissing those, he moved to your shoulders. then your neck. then his kisses were underneath your ears, and the room felt stuffy, and not from the weed.

his lips brushed on your earlobe, causing your hands to fly up, intertwining your fingers with his hair again.

“mm, almost forgot.” his voice was nothing but a whisper, daring to pull your earlobe in his mouth. he released the cartilage with a pop. “pretty baby likes when i’m close enough to whisper in her ear, yeah?”

his hands had gone rouge, one slipping under your tank top while the other played with the lower hem of your panties. instead of responding, you arched your back, hips pushing into the hand that was close by. you heard (more like felt) jisung huff a laugh, fingers nimbly pushing your panties to the side.

his fingers found your silt, the two of you moaning in unison as he touched you for the first time that day.

“always so wet, so ready for me.” jisung pushed his fingers up, slightly pausing to tease your clit, then down, pausing again to tease your entrance. “always such a good girl for me. right, baby? you’re my good girl?”

he increased the pressure of his movements, of the amount of time he spent at your clit and entrance. chest rapidly rising and falling, you found what little strength you had to answer. “ ‘m good girl. ji’s good girl.”

he rewarded your confirmation with two fingers pushing into you, his body breaking out into goosebumps as you arched into him more. knuckles deep, he pulled them out slowly to his fingertips before pushing back in, slower than how he dragged them out.

“my perfect, perfect angel.” he was panting now, hard on gently rocking against your thigh. the feeling made you dizzy, the weed making all of your senses feel overwhelmed in the best way. “god, i can never get enough of you. so beautiful, so wonderful and all-“ his thumb found your clit, pressing down hard and rubbing up and down “-all mine. forever.”

your hands fell to his cheeks, pulling his face out of your neck to look at you. his brown eyes found yours; red around the edges, blown wide from his highs - the high of the weed, the high of you, and the high of his love.

“forever?” your voice was cracking, but it was hard to tell if it was from the tears forming in your waterline or the rope in your lower belly that was so close to snapping.

jisung smiled at you, genuine and sweet. “forever. my girl. my love. forever.”

the words made your body tingle, dam finally breaking as your came with a moan and tears around him. head thrown back in ecstasy, you cried into the afternoon sun filled room, hips grinding against his fingers as you rode this new high out.

once his fingers were out of you, and his head was now resting on your chest, you repeated his earlier question.

“mean it?”

he squeezed you tighter, body pressed flushed against yours.

“always.”

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This position is starting to hurt Jisung’s knees, the cool hardwood floor bleeding through his thin sweats. The ache is starting to travel up his thighs, body clenching as the discomfort starts to warp into pain.

But it’s too risky to move. It’s important to stay as still as possible, moving only his arms. Only when absolutely necessary.

SUGGESTIVE - MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: STALKING, PERVERT BEHAVIOR

In his defense, he didn’t think you would be home so early. Your schedule is drilled into his brain — did your Wednesday night meeting get cancelled? Why are you back already?

Jisung is tucked behind the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, carefully watching through the small gap. Left cheek pressed to the wall, only allowing him a limited view.

A good one, nonetheless.

Less than three feet away, a floor length mirror is mounted to the wall. You stand in front of it, carefully removing the jewelry you wore today. The dress you have on is one of his favorites — a little too short for work, hugging your body and showing off your beautiful curves. He likes that he can see the outline of your upper thighs, how it squeezes just beneath your chest to make your tits look extra perky.

It’s the dress you wore when he first met you. Sitting at a high top table in a fancy bar downtown, chatting with two coworkers of yours. You gave him a warm smile while placing your order. A dirty martini, extra olives if he doesn’t mind. So polite, so delicate. When you took the glass from him, your fingers touched. And Jisung knew he wouldn’t be able to shake you.

He doesn’t usually do things like this, but there’s just something about you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever dreamed of. Even if you were unaware of it, you were his, and that was never going to change.

You reach behind your neck, undoing the clasp on your dress. Next came the zipper, the sound sending a delicious chill down Jisung’s spine. As quietly as possible, he picks up the polaroid camera by his feet. Positioning it in the gap, watching through the little window, waiting for the perfect shot.

It comes when you’re wiggling yourself out of the dress, pink lacy bra on display. Fuck, is that providing you any support? Your nipples are visible, pointed from the cool air hitting them. God, you’re breathtaking.

Click.

Quickly, he takes the picture from the camera and drops it to the ground. Readying himself for another shot.

And oh, look at that. Matching panties. Maybe a little too small, judging on the way they’re hugging your ass. But oh how pretty they look on your soft skin. You turn, allowing him a back shot. Click.

He gets a few more shots; one of you leaning in, checking your makeup in the mirror. Another of you adjusting the bra, fingers cupping your covered breasts and head rolling back. As if enjoying the feeling of your touch.

Finally, you step away from the mirror, walking into the ensuite bathroom and shutting the door. Jisung groans quietly as he stands, legs going numb from crouching on them for so long. Grabbing his bag, he quickly (yet carefully) throws the camera in there, filing the photos into his special little album.

All the pretty shots of you.

He’s out of your bedroom, leaving no trace that he was ever there. In and out with ease, every single time. And you’re none-the-wiser. Even if he’s being a little careless today, rushing out so he can get home. Running a bit behind the schedule of his own.

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Jisung fidgets with the cuff of his blazer, fastening and unfastening the little gold button over and over. Why is he so nervous? This should be a breeze for him; it’s not like he’s ever been on a date before.

But when he sees you walking towards the table, the same warm smile you gave him months ago painted on your face, it all makes sense.

He’s quick to stand, moving around the table to pull out your chair. The perfect gentleman.

“Thank you so much.” You say, sliding into the seat and allowing him to push the chair is. Only when he is seated do you speak again. “Jisung, right?”

God, his name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” You pick up the menu, carefully flipping through it. “I have to admit, I am a little nervous.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve just…” you take a deep breath, huffing out a small laugh. “I’ve never met someone off a dating app before.”

Jisung makes a little “ah” sound, picking up his own menu. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“Neither have I.”

His heart is soaring, the laugh you give so full. Happy. “Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

You’re so sweet, funny. The way you focus on him when he speaks is something he’s never experienced before — it’s like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. In him. You laugh at the right moments, ask all the right questions.

Never has there been a more perfect person for him. Jisung has known that for months, but this is just confirmation.

Within a blink, the two of you are sharing a cheesecake, huddled over the small circular table. He takes a risk, offering you a bite from his fork. You take it, wrapping your lips around it as you blink up at him. Moaning as the chocolatey taste hits your tongue.

“I don’t do this, but-“ you smile playfully at him. “-would you want to come home with me?”

Jisung reaches across the table, cupping your face to wipe the bit of cake on your chin away.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

a/n: i wrote a filthy smut part but…lemme know if we want more

*flapping my feet in the air rn*

Love to Hate (Extra Scene II: Jungkook’s POV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Author’s Note: This scene takes place during Chapter 5 of Love to Hate and is told from Jungkook’s point of view. PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE STORY BEFORE READING THIS SCENE (otherwise there will be spoilers lol).

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Word Count:  6,820

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Lots of hobi content lately, was excited to read this very hot drabble

milestone drabbles: hoseok #6

Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now. You need a place to stay for the night. Each of my thoughts about you is improper. [prompts]

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Namjoon’s party wasn’t as big as you feared it would be, which is why you’re kind of enjoying it. It’s good to see people you attended school with back in the day, good to see they’ve been doing well, good to know you’re not the only one who hasn’t got everything figured out. It’s also good to see Hoseok, no matter how much you’ve missed the man.

It’s been years since you’ve slept with him last, years since you two even talked, yet your heart skips a beat the second your eyes meet. He is Namjoon’s friend, so you should have expected he was going to be there, yet you let it take you by surprise.

He was the first one to move, to approach you, to stop staring and just come over, greeting you with a big smile and a warm hug, one that lasted a couple of seconds too long for two people who always pretended to be mere acquaintances.

“I’m glad you could make it tonight,” he tells you with a grin. “Let’s have a drink and catch up unless you have other plans.”

Considerate as always, Hoseok gives you a plan B, a way out, an excuse you can use to get away from him if you want to—but you don’t. There’s no one you want to talk to more than him, and you both seem to be aware of that. While he fixes you a drink in the crowded living room and takes you out to the balcony for some privacy, you notice how much he’s changed.

Back then, he dressed like he wanted to be a rapper—baggy clothes, eccentric accessories, outfits that ate him up and made him seem tiny. His hair was all over the place, but you liked it. Now, he looks a lot more put together, wearing something equally eccentric, only this outfit suits him perfectly, shows off his firm body, gives you a glimpse of his chest because the shirt is almost halfway unbuttoned. His hair is swept away from his face, which suits him better, so you compliment him on that when you two sit on the recliners outside and start drinking together.

“Thank you, thank you,” he shoots you a meaningful glance, “happy to hear you like it, I do too.”

“You seem to have changed a lot. In a good way,” you note, sipping on your drink and wondering why you suddenly feel years younger. It’s funny that you feel completely comfortable around Hoseok despite not talking to him in years. You don’t know the first thing about him now.

“I think you’ll find it’s just the same old me under all of this fanciness,” he jokes, biting his lip as he looks at you. “You look just as gorgeous as ever. You don’t really have to try and you get all eyes on you when you show up.”

You scoff, looking into your glass instead of at him. That’s Hoseok for you—always full of compliments, single-handedly building your confidence from scratch, making you feel special. You guess he wasn’t lying, some things about him would never change. “All eyes on me? That’s a bit of a stretch, Hobi.”

Your use of the nickname makes him smirk at you. “Well, you’re right, I shouldn’t speak for others. My eyes are on you, though.”

“Mhm,” you hum and nod, engaging in a smirking contest with him.

“I hope that’s enough,” he adds, making your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly, a couple of things haven’t changed, one of them being his shameless flirting.

“You do?” You scoot over closer, looking at him questioningly. “Why?”

“Uhm, can I be honest?” Hoseok waits for your nod before continuing. He only does after he leans in so much that your faces are almost touching. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

“Jung Hoseok!” you exclaim, placing your hand over your heart and feigning surprise. “That’s so improper!”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Well, each of my thoughts about you is improper. So we might have a problem.”

“That’s nothing that can’t be fixed,” you play along, realizing you’re going home with him tonight. You’re staying at your friend’s place over the weekend while you’re in town, but that doesn’t mean you can’t go over to Hoseok’s for old times’ sake.

“I recommend fixing it at my apartment,” he suggests with a grin. “The problem can be discussed at length in the privacy of my home.”

“And what excuse would you have me use to go there?”

“If you don’t want to admit that you’re still madly in love with me,” Hoseok flashes you a grin, knowing very well, “just say something like… You need a place to stay for the night.”

“Namjoon knows I’m staying with a friend.”

Despite that being true, you two go home together, sneaking out when no one’s looking. Somehow, you’re taken years back into the past when you did this all the time, when it became a habit to sneak out early and go meet up with him, make out on the way there, maybe have sex at a secluded place because you couldn't wait.

Tonight you can’t wait either, but you don’t want this to be a back alley quickie. So, you keep your hands to yourself—other than the cock grabbing you do in the back of the cab—until you reach his apartment. When you get inside, all bets are off, and so are your clothes not even a minute in.

Naked and excited, you two kiss hungrily and stumble over to his bedroom. “I’ve missed this a lot,” you confess as Hoseok’s hands touch you all over, unable to keep it to yourself.

One second, they’re grabbing your tits and playing with your nipples. The next, they are grabbing handfuls of your ass, squeezing it, before moving down between your legs. All of it feels perfect, all of it makes you moan and groan, makes you return the favor.

You did miss him and you realize just how much right now. How did every other guy fade in comparison to Hoseok, who you haven’t been with in years, who hasn’t even touched you properly even now? Yet, he firmly remains the best, the one who works your body like magic.

Hoseok goes a step further than you when he admits, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

He didn’t miss this whole thing of you two hooking up—he missed you, and you’re not sure what to do with that information. It’s late, you’ve been drinking, and you’re way too invested in this idea of having sex with him to talk about feelings.

So, you push him down on the bed and cock your head to the side. “Yeah? Want to show me?”

Hoseok laughs heartily and moves up on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can smirk at you. Everything about his body turns you on, every single detail, the firmness of his thighs, the smooth chest, the hard cock that’s resting on his stomach, in desperate need of your attention. Your mouth waters while you wait for him to say something, but it’s well worth the wait.

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you,” he finally speaks in a tone that makes you want him even more.

It doesn’t take you long to crawl over his body and sit on his face, on his awaiting tongue, riding it while your clit rubs against his nose. You’ve done this many times before with Hoseok, and it still feels just as good—his mouth on you, hands groping your thighs and ass, your hands grabbing the headboard so you can start moving when you feel your orgasm approaching.

It all feels good, warm and familiar, comfortable. It’s been years, yet he remembers exactly what you like. Does that mean you haven’t changed at all? Maybe, but he’s one of the only people who can always get you to orgasm fast.

Hoseok proves this tonight too. When you feel you’re close, you start moving your hips, bucking them into his face, groaning and moaning as you grip his hair. “Shit, your tongue feels so good, please, keep going, you’ll make me co— Fuck!”

The second your hips stop involuntarily jerking towards his face, Hoseok pushes your thighs down, making you crawl downward until you’re positioned right over his dick. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you,” he grunts the confession at you, your excitement smeared over his lips and chin.

He gets the condom on pretty fast, even though you’re distracting him by sucking on his neck and squeezing his balls. The second the condom is on, he pushes it inside of you, allowing you to sink on it fully. The stretch is just perfect like you remember, and the feeling continues even when you start riding him, when your hips move first in circles and then up and down.

“God, baby, please keep moving like that,” Hoseok urges you, one hand on your tit, the other on your ass. “Show me how well you take it.”

“Like this?” You know exactly what he wants so you rest your palms next to his knees, feet next to his hips and lean backward, allowing Hoseok a good look at your naked crotch, at your cunt swallowing his erection fully. You’re so wet from his mouth that his cock makes wet noises when it enters you, squelching filling the room. You know it’s something that just gets the man under you going. “Yeah, that’s what you like right? Want to see it in me…”

His hands grab your hips to help you lift them. “That’s right, be a good girl and ride it… Next round, you pick the position.”

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♡ drunk with changbin

⇢ pairing: changbin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.3k ⇢ genre: smut, friends to lovers ⇢ summary: you think changbin is pretty and you really want to kiss him but you don’t mean to say it out loud ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; both characters have been drinking; smut [dry humping, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex, mouth fucking, cum in mouth] ⇢ masterlist ♡ series masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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You’re lying on Changbin’s lap, resting your head on his thigh while he plays with your hair and watches the show. You’re both tipsy—you more than him, which is why he can still focus on the show, and all you can focus on is your pretty friend’s pretty face and full lips and kind eyes and squishy cheeks and somewhat curly hair because he let it air dry and all you want to do is kiss hi—

“You want to kiss me?” Changbin looks down at you with confusion written all over his face. Did you say that out loud? You couldn’t have, right?

You stare right back at him, probably looking just as confused. “Uh, I, what?”

“You just said I’m pretty and you want to kiss me,” Changbin reminds you. Then, he pinches your cheek and smiles at you sweetly. “You really are drunk.”

“You are pretty,” you shrug, “and your ex did say you’re a great kisser.” Somehow, it isn’t as big of an embarrassment as you thought it would be.

“Did she now?” Changbin asks, even though he doesn’t sound that interested in hearing her opinion on it. The look on his face tells you he’s in a teasing mood though, but what else is new? “What else did you ask her about, nosy?”

“I’m not nosy,” you grunt, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. It wasn’t like that, it really wasn’t. She offered this information to you without you having to say a word. “She said it.”

“What did she say?”

“That you’re, uh… Great at everything.”

You’re downplaying it a bit. Changbin’s ex told you a lot when she took you out for drinks, and you had a feeling she only did that to mark her territory, to show you he’s off limits to you, that he’s hers.

Women sense these things, and you’re sure she realized you had feelings for him, even though you’d never act on them. So, she asked you out for a drink or two just to explain how happy Changbin made her in all the possible ways. Little did she know that her confession did little to affect your feelings for her then-boyfriend.

“Just that?” Your friend sighs and looks at the screen. “Doesn’t sound too appealing.”

“She said… You’re great with your mouth,” you admit, biting down on your lip. “Kissing and, uh, other things.”

Changbin’s lips quiver into a smile, and he sneaks a glance your way. “And that’s what you like?”

“I… I didn’t say that.” 

You meant it, though. You want Changbin’s mouth everywhere. In fact, you want your mouth on him too—you want to lick and suck until he comes all over himself. If you could, you’d ride his firm thigh, rub your pussy all over it while your hands glide all over his body, and tease him further. You want your mouth on his cock, too, want to hear how pretty he sounds when someone chokes on his di—

“Did you hear me?” he repeats himself, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. What in the world has gotten into you? “What did you mean then? Didn’t you say you want to kiss me?”

“I did,” you admit once you’re backed into a corner.

“Because she said I’m good with my mouth?” Changbin raises an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you respond, nodding and looking away from his face.

“Hm… So you just want to test if it’s true through a kiss? Not… other things?”

“Other things?”

“Other things I can do with my mouth?”

You feel yourself dripping when Changbin says that and looks right at you, tonguing his cheek provocatively. Does he not get how hot he looks when he does it? “I…”

“Think about it,” he shrugs, “I’m more than down if that’s what you’re saying.”

He focuses on the screen again, and you let yourself look up at him. Did he just suggest you two… Fuck? Or does he just want to go down on you? Either way, it’s… A lot. For a while, you don’t say a word, wondering if it’s stupid to pass up on this opportunity. “Yes.”

Changbin instantly looks at you. “Yes, what?”

You take a deep breath, look into his eyes, and don’t even blink when you admit how you feel. “I want it.”

“Want what?”

He’s expecting you to say you want his mouth on you, which you definitely do. But, you go a step further, letting the alcohol cloud your judgment even more. “You.”

“Oh.” Changbin clears his throat and sits up straight. “Come here then.”

It all happens so fast—you sitting up, Changbin pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him, placing your hands on his chest. Though clothed, you can feel how firm his pecs are, how nice they feel under your palms. “You want to ride it bad, huh?” he asks and looks down, which makes you realize you’re dry humping him, pushing your crotch against his erection like you’re an animal in heat, like you have no sense of self-control.

You bite your lip and chuckle. “Maybe.”

“You’re not getting all shy on me now, are you?” he asks, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss, a real one. It feels nothing like the joking pecks you’ve given each other before—this one is much deeper, needier, much more real. Changbin doesn’t even push his tongue into your mouth—even though it grazes your bottom lip and you moan at the touch—but he still manages to get you even wetter.

In fact, embarrassingly enough, you’re so wet by the time he starts groping your ass that you’ve already left a wet trail over his sweatpants, which he points out. “Oh God, you like me a lot lot.”

“Changbin…” You hit his chest playfully, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to give everything away. You’ve already said goodbye to your dignity at this point.

“What?” He grabs both your wrists and presses them against his chest, jutting his head out like he’s challenging you. “You don’t?”

“I like you,” you say, wanting to make things right again. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” your friend asks, pushing his hips into you from below, creating even more friction between you two. “We’re friends. Of course you like me.”

Is he fishing for it now? Does he want you to say it out loud? “I like you as a guy too. Romantically,” you admit with a gulp. Changbin smiles at you, so you continue. “Sexually.”

He nods, a warm look on his face, a smile spreading across it. “Then nothing’s stopping us from fucking each other’s brains out because I like you that same way too. You’re a great friend, don’t get me wrong,” he says as he hooks a finger under the gusset of your underwear and pulls it to the side, revealing your wet crotch. It makes you hiss because you suddenly feel so open, wet and ready, vulnerable. “But you’re an attractive woman and it’s really easy to fall for you.”

You’re at a loss for words, but you make up for it by grabbing the hem of his boxers and pants and pulling them away from his body just enough for your other hand to sneak in and grab his cock, giving it a slow tug. Changbin lifts his hips, letting you pull his clothes a bit down, enough for his cock to spring free from his boxers. The way he moans when you tug at his erection makes you press your thighs together, but you can’t—not with him between them.

“Sure you want to do this with me?” Changbin asks like it’s not painfully obvious you’re completely smitten by him. You haven’t stopped staring at his thick cock ever since he let you get it out of his pants.

You hum slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Yes. With you.”

“Even if we’ve both had a bit to drink?” Changbin repeats, clearly wanting to be 100% sure before you two take a step you just can’t take back.

“I wanted it before today,” you respond instantly, gulping. It’s a big thing to admit, yet it doesn’t feel that difficult to say. “I’ll want it tomorrow too.”

“Good,” Changbin grins, his hand moving the tip of his dick towards your sopping entrance, “we can keep doing this then.”

With that, he inserts his cockhead inside you and places both hands on your hips, pushing you down until you take his cock fully, both of you grunting when you do. Fuck, he feels good. You’re so wet you feel no stinging, even though he’s going in without any prep. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Changbin admits before he grunts loudly—all because you’ve started to move your hips. “Want it so much.”

“Me too,” you agree and lean in for another wet kiss that takes your breath away.

It all feels good—him inside of you, his hands groping your ass while you move your hips up and down, enjoying the way his cock stretches you, how much wetter it gets you. You also like having his mouth on yours, your hands on his face, keeping Changbin close. You’ve never been this close to a guy while riding him—it feels like you’re connected in every possible way, especially when he wraps his arms around you and presses you flush against his chest. “Feel so good,” you finally whisper into the kiss. “I knew you would.”

“Thought about it a lot?” he suggests before kissing his way to your ear. The trail of butterfly kisses makes you clench around his cock and you start moving your hips back and forth so he keeps kissing you.

“Yeah, yes,” you’re quick to admit, moving one of your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair, tugging at it when his mouth attaches to the sweet spot on your neck—tongue pushing against it before he sucks, which makes you clench around his shaft even harder. “God, Changbin!”

He chuckles into your skin. “What? You said you wanted to know how good I am with my mouth.”

“I’ll die if you go on,” you say, feeling like your heart is about to stop. It’s all too good, being on top of him, having him in you, his mouth on you… Too good.

“Always so dramatic!” He tsks at you and pushes you down onto the sofa, getting you into a lying position before you can even react.

You protest, whining at the loss of his cock, but Changbin quickly shuts you up by getting on top of you and shoving his dick in you again. “Better?”

You hum and spread your legs wider, hooking one over the back of the sofa, the other one resting on the floor. “Fuck,” he grunts and looks at the sight of you fully spread for him. “You must really want this.”

“Don’t you?”

“Let me show you how much,” Changbin suggests. And then, he starts fucking you, let's you feel all of him as he smacks his hips into yours, shoving his entire cock inside of you. Every movement makes you whine and cry out—it’s so intense you feel like he’ll break you into two. At the same time, you need more. So, you ask him for more by moaning the word over and over again.

“Sh, shh, that’s right,” Changbin lowers his voice when he realizes you’re out of it, just repeating the same word with tears in your eyes, brimming with pleasure. “Relax, let me take care of you… You’re being so good to me.”

You’re not sure what exactly about those words does it for you, but something does, and you come around his cock, screaming his name and completely relaxing, letting your body just lay there while you recover. It’s like every nerve in your body is screaming, and you’re sure the look on Changbin’s face isn’t helping at all—he’s smirking at you, but he’s all sweaty and worked up, which makes you think he’s down bad too, and that’s comforting.

“Come here,” you say as you grab his thighs. So, seeing as he has no other choice, Changbin pulls out and crawls over your body—you’re pulling him towards you, stopping only when he’s straddling your chest.

And then, you open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and look at him, hoping that's an invitation enough for him to let you taste him. “Now you’re trying to kill me,” he mumbles but places his cock onto your tongue regardless, humming when you start sucking.

He tastes like you and precum, and for some reason, you can’t get enough of it. It could be because you’ve been wanting to taste him for years now, it could be because you have feelings for him, it could be because Changbin makes the sweetest moans when you suck on his cock, and you get to see it all since you’re between his legs. Your hands grab his ass, which gets him to groan.

“Ah, fuck!” he mutters, starting to fuck your mouth slowly, and there’s something really attractive about the faces he’s making, the way he scrunches his face in pleasure when you run your tongue along his dick or suck on its sensitive head. “I’ll come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

You nod and keep going, enjoying the effect you have on him—Changbin’s hand is holding your chin in place, fingers digging into your cheeks while he stuffs your mouth full of cock. Not long after, he blows his load down your throat, careful not to make you choke. When the last drop spills out of him and onto your tongue, he rests his cock there. “Suck, please.”

You do as asked and he shivers, grunting loudly before he moves away and sits down. You stay like that for a while, both half-naked and spent, just looking at each other and smiling stupidly. Then, Changbin starts caressing your thigh and rubbing it all the way up to your waist. “You know, I still haven’t shown you how good I am with my mouth. Let me taste. Please.”

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vacation | hyunjin

Day 01: Exhibitionism | Semi-Public Hand Jobs

Pairing: GN!Reader/Hyunjin

Characters: Reader, Hyunjin, Chan, (Jisung and Minho are mentioned)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, hand jobs, sub!Hyunjin, fingering, I guess this would be semi-public sex?? They're on the back porch of a vacation home, so not actually public. voyeurism, little bits of begging and praise kink thrown in there bc who am I without that?

Summary: You're spending the week with your boyfriend, Hyunjin, and the rest of the Stray Kids members in a vacation home. After Hyunjin comes out to join you on the porch, things get a little hot and heavy where anyone can see.

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You let out a happy sigh as you rest in your chair. The cool breeze flows by you as you relax on the porch of the vacation home you and the boys were staying at. You prop your feet up on the banister of the porch, overlooking the autumn trees and the small creek, hearing the calming sounds of the water flowing in the stream.

You hear the back door open, Hyunjin stumbling out of the house, giving you a sleepy smile as he sees you. His long, blond hair is in a loose bun, the free golden strands framing his face perfectly.

“Hey, pretty,” you smile, giggling as he flops into your lap instead of the chair next to you.

“Morning,” he mumbles, sitting sideways across your lap to tuck his face in your neck. He nuzzles against you with a contented sigh, hand moving up to lightly hold the front of your hoodie. You lightly tug at his hair tie, letting his hair fall to his shoulders.

“Morning, love,” you chuckle, stroking his hair. You rub the back of your hand gently along his cheek, feeling him shiver softly.

Hyunjin lets out another yawn before murmuring, "Anyone else up?”

“Minho and Ji went to the store a few minutes ago, but I haven’t seen any of the others this morning,” you hum, lightly rubbing his back as he melts into your hold.

You look down as he settles into your lap, his feet resting on the banister to make room. Your gaze trails up his legs, freezing as you see him tinting in the baggy sleep pants. A smirk fills your lips as you glance around, not seeing anyone near.

He squirms slightly as you run your fingers over his hip, he gives a surprised squeak as you thumb over his waistband.

"Mm," you murmur, kissing his temple. "What's wrong, baby?" "Nothing!" he huffs, a pout filling his lips.

You kiss his forehead again, thumbing at his hip before dipping your fingers under the loose waistband of his pajama pants. He lets out a stuttering sigh as you lightly drag your nails from his hip to his inner thigh. He trembles a little, pressing closer to you.

"Are you cold?" you teasingly whisper, pushing his shirt up slightly with your other hand to trail over his abs.

He groans, and you feel him shiver, but he says nothing as you continue your movements. He lays his head on your shoulder as you run your hands up his thighs, letting them slip beneath the elastic band of his boxers. He moans softly when you press your fingers harder, and you can hear the soft whimper in his breath.

"I'll help you warm up," you purr, kissing down his neck as he shuffles to sit up higher in your lap. You slowly slide your hand down his body, gripping his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. His breathing picks up, and he presses a hand against the arms of the chair. He makes no move to stop you, so you continue, slipping your fingers lower and teasing at his hole.

Hyunjin lets out a long, drawn-out moan as he shifts around your lap again. You pull your hands away, lightly patting his hip to have him stand. He looks up to you with a betrayed look, a whine leaving his lips.

“Just getting you more comfortable, Jinnie,” you hum, having him stand before tugging his pants down, pulling him back to your lap, and having him lean his back against your front.

He lets out an embarrassed whine as you place his thighs on the outside of yours, moving your legs to force his thighs open. He lets out a moan as you stroke his length over his boxers, sliding your fingertips over the tip of his shaft. You dip your finger into the waistband again, making him shudder and whine more.

"Y/N!" he whimpers, burying his face into your neck, closing his eyes tight as you begin stroking him faster.

You shush him, squeezing his base in a firm grip, “Don’t wake the others, baby.”

“Oooh…,” he breathes, his voice muffled.

You grin, dipping your hand further down to stroke him.

"Mmph…" he moans, leaning his head back as you continue to stroke him.

You take your time, taking pleasure in the way he reacts to your touch. You shift around until your other hand is between his legs, cupping his balls as you stroke him. He gasps, biting his lip as you trail kisses down his neck.

"More," he moans, his hips bucking against your hand. His gaze keeps flicking up to the second-story windows, knowing his bandmates are still asleep.

You grip him tighter, stroking him fast and deep. He cries out loudly, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Hmm, I don't know if you can handle 'more,' baby," You teasingly hum.

"I-I can, I'll be good for you," Hyunjin moans, his legs shaking around your legs as you speed up even more. You let go of his base, gripping the elastic of his boxers and yanking them down, revealing his shaft to the air.

"How does it feel, baby?" You ask, taking hold of his length once more, thumbing over the beading tip.

"That feels good, y/n," he whines, looking up at you through his lashes, his cheeks flushed.

You give him a mischievous smile, leaning down and kissing down his neck. You take notice of his attention constantly going towards the window, your own gaze slowly going up to the glass panel.

"Mmm… what do you want, baby?" you ask between kisses, nibbling on his sweet spot. "Want them to peek out and see you like this? Want them to know that you're mine?"

"Y-yes," he whimpers, his hips buckling against your hand.

"Yeah? What else do you want?" You smirk.

"You…” he whimpers, biting his lip, writhing on your lap.

“You already have me, Jinnie,” you hum, moving your other hand back to his leg, pulling it to the banister for easier access.

"I s-stretched myself in the shower this morning," Hyunjin moans, his hips bucking in your lap. He moved his other foot to the window sill next to you, spreading his thighs as much as he could to give you more access to him.

"Fuck…" he mumbles, letting out a deep sound as you rake your nails from his thigh, letting your fingers wander to his hole.

"Can you handle it?" you tease, giving him a gentle push. “You gonna be good for me?”

He whines, his knees trembling as you ease a finger inside him. He whimpers, hands moving to hold your wrists. He doesn’t try to stop your movements, just lightly gripping you for support. You start to pump your finger in and out of him, feeling him relax around you.

"Is this what you want?" you smirk, kissing him again.

"Yes! Please, y/n." Hyunjin begs.

You grin, pushing two fingers inside him. Hyunjin whimpers and moans, shifting his weight so he can grind his hips into your hand. He jerks and moans, his whole body tensed.

"Ahh… yes!" he moans, pushing his hips forward, trying to get deeper.

"Beg for it," you murmur, tightening your grip as he lets out a low groan. You glance back up at the window, smiling as you see the curtain move the smallest amount.

His breath hitches as he moans, "Please, Y/N. I need more. Make me cum."

"Tell me how badly you want it," you purr, pressing your fingers harder inside him.

"Need it, n-now," He whimpers, "You're driving me crazy, y/n. Just… please," he pushes his hips forward, grinding against your hand.

You keep going until you can feel him twitch and tighten around your fingers.

“C-Can I?” Hyunjin grunts, pushing his head to lean against your shoulder.

“Yeah, baby. You’ve been so good,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Cum whenever you’re ready, Jinnie.”

"A-Ahh!" he cries out, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, his entire body trembling as he pushes back onto your fingers. You begin stroking him faster, letting your fingers trail along a vein on the underside of his dick.

His hips falter, stuttering their movements as he tightens around your fingers. A broken moan leaves his lips as he hits his climax. His cum decorates your hand, the warmth filling your palm. You take your fingers out of his hole, kissing him once more while his orgasm subsides.

"Mm… thank you," he murmurs, dazedly nuzzling against your side. His legs drop from the windowsill and banister, Hyunjin trying to weakly curl into your arms.

You laugh softly, "Glad to help, baby."

He snuggles against you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. You let yourself stay still, enjoying the moment, content with the warm presence of your boyfriend in your lap.

After a moment, you lightly pat his thigh, causing him to whine and force his face further into your shoulder.

“At least put your pants back on,” you chuckle, gently nudging him off of your lap to stand on shaky legs.

Hyunjin scrambles up, pulling his pants back up and pouting as you stand from your chair before he could sit again. “Inside, Jinnie,” you hum, lightly patting his bum as you walk by.

You make quick work of cleaning off your hand as you pass by the kitchen while Hyunjin heads for the couch. He flops onto the cushions and makes grabby hands for you as you walk back into the room.

You sit beside him on the couch, grinning at the sight of him sprawled on the couch, his eyes drooping closed with a smile as you lay next to him. You tuck the blankets around both of you, nestling in closer to his side. You lay your head on his chest and lightly rub your hand up and down on his stomach.

“Love you, Y/N,” Hyunjin mumbles on the verge of sleep.

“Love you too, baby,” you chuckle.

A sound on the staircase draws your attention away from Hyunjin, a red-faced Chan peaking around the corner of the staircase, biting his lip as he gets caught. You muffle your laugh and wink at the leader, him clearing his throat as he quickly makes his way into the kitchen. A smirk fills your face as you notice the large red blush fillings Chan's cheeks, both you and Hyunjin being well aware that Chan's window overlooked the porch you were previously sitting on.

This will be a fun week at the vacation house.

A/N: Happy Kinktober my loves! Sosososoooo excited for spooky season, hope you guys like it! Keep a lookout, I'm doing a mix of Kinktober and Fluffotber this year!

I might do a taglist for kinktober/flufftober, so if you guys are interested, let me know!

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part of the you never shop alone (ynsa) collab with @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash, based on this post!

summary⇢ pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong. pairing⇢ yoongi/reader word count⇢ 18.3k 😱😱😭😭😭 rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | friends to lovers | shopping mall!au  warnings⇢ oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, inappropriate and semi-public canoodling, very brief mention of suicide and depression (because this is a yoongific), taehyung is yoongi’s biggest fan but oc is coming for him lbrh 😌

a/n⇢ everybody thank @underthejoon for this gorgeous header 💖💖

THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG, i have NEVER written anything this long without splitting it up before in my entire life, omg. writing something this long in one go honestly made me wanna pull my hair out lmao. but we here!! we made it and it’s done and i hope you enjoy it 😩😭💕 mood for this fic is this song. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI, ILY 🤧💖

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day 20 ♡ minho

⇢ pairing: minho x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2k ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: thigh riding ⇢ summary: minho promises not to touch you for 24 hours so you take matters into your own hands ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; thigh riding, finger sucking, nipple stimulation, use of ‘slut’ ⇢ day 19 ♡ day 21 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“You're acting like a brat,” Minho mutters at you, not even sneaking a glance your way. His composure annoys you. Usually, your boyfriend can't get his hands off of you, but he's upset today and your methods just aren't working. You're not used to this.

Minho called you a brat because you sat on his thighs wearing nothing but a t-shirt and skimpy underwear, so you're sure he can feel how wet you are. That is the whole point of the little thing you’re doing. “I just want you,” you say and pout, hoping that will work. Minho can never say no to you. “Why is that a problem?”

You know why, though. You've been acting weird lately—work and friends have been getting on your nerves, PMS and bad weather completely messed with your mood. So, when your boyfriend initiated sex last night after he came home from work and found you cuddled up in bed, you told him you feel like he just wants sex from you. You should have never said it because it's not true at all—you just wanted to be held, but he couldn't have read your mind.

Minho apologized, assured you that your suspicion wasn't true, and went to bed without touching you. He's avoided touching you all day, even if he did kiss and hug you just like he usually would. However, you noticed that he didn't reach for your ass or tits the entire day, not even a gentle smack as you walked past him, not even a squeeze. It was like he was trying to prove to you that he can live without being sexual with you. Sadly, you’ve realized you can’t.

“Wouldn't want our relationship to be just sex,” he mutters and continues reading the book. He's been on the same page for the last ten minutes, but you're not going to point that out because it will annoy Minho even more.

It's hard to concentrate when you're wearing next to nothing and straddling his thigh, you’re aware. “Oh, it's more than that,” you say with a smile. “But, right now, I want it to be just that.”

“Babe, I'm not fucking you. You said I can't go 24 hours without being in you, so there's another—” he makes a point out of glancing at his watch, “seven hours until my point is proven.”

You scoff and grind your crotch against his firm thigh. Thank fuck he decided to wear shorts today, shorts that rise up his thighs when he shifts in his seat on the couch, shorts that allow your pussy to rub against his skin. You have underwear on, but it's wet already, and you're sure your boyfriend can feel that. In fact, you’re pretty sure Minho feels every inch of your wet pussy. “You're really going to wait for another seven hours just to prove a point?”

“Absolutely.” He looks up from the book and raises an eyebrow. “Do you think you acting like a brat will get me to change my mind?”

“But I want you to fuck me,” you whine, but it only makes him chuckle and pat your cheek. It’s annoying how determined he is when you know he’s just as horny as you. He has to be—he didn’t get any yesterday, either.

“Cute,” Minho mumbles and starts pretending he's reading that book again even though you're sure he's focusing on the feeling of your wet crotch on him.

“Can I get off like this?” you ask innocently. Nowhere in his little monologue did he mention you not touching him, so you think your little plan might work after all.

Minho shrugs as if he doesn’t give a damn about it, even though you’re positive he’s burning up from the inside. “Go for it.”

He's not expecting you to go through with it, you’re sure. Your boyfriend probably thinks you'll grind a time or two and then beg him to fuck you. But, you've always wanted to try this anyway. The only time you've come close to his thigh is when he'd push it between your legs when making out. Minho never got you off using his thigh. So, why not try?

You grab his shoulders and grind your hips, making sure you find a good angle, that your clit rubs against his firm muscle, that you manage to feel some sort of friction all over your crotch. It takes you more than a couple of times to get the angle right, to figure out which movements work best. By the time you do, Minho is already looking up at you, the book still in his hand, eyes squinted. “Really?”

“What?” you ask, continuing to move like you would if you were on top of him and just teasingly rolling your hips in circles. You know Minho loves it when you ride him, when he can just sit or lie there and watch you move up and down his cock, watch your body writhe and move faster the closer you get to an orgasm. So, he has to be enjoying this. “You told me I can go for it.”

“You're dripping all over my thigh,” Minho notes, tonguing his cheek. It should have sounded like a reprimand, but his tone tells you he loves it.

“I thought you like that,” you chuckle, tilting your head to the side. “Thought you like knowing how turned on you get me. And you're just sitting there doing nothing, baby.”

Minho scoffs, but he can't hide his smile, so he pretends he's reading the book. “You're really something.”

“So are you,” you coo, starting to moan here and there. “Even your thigh can get me off.”

“Can it?”

“It will take a while, but it can… You could get me off faster, though.”

Minho's jaw clenches and he looks at the book again. He knows very well he could get you off in a matter of minutes, but he will not put any part of his body inside of yours—he can't. He promised himself he wouldn't do that just to show you that you're more than just sex to him. “I know how good you are with those fingers.”

He scoffs nd looks away, so you take things further by reaching for his hand. When he lets you do with it as you please, you take two of his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while humming, acting like it’s his dick in your hand and not just the two fingers. 

“Really?” your boyfriend mutters, shaking his head, but his eyes are fixated on your mouth and the way you suck. You’re sure he’s imagining your lips wrapped around his cock right about now.

You pull the fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop and notice how a string of saliva is connecting them to your lips. Good. Minho likes it messy. “What? I know you like it.” Your hand travels down his firm chest, but not before squeezing his pecs, and ends up hovering above his erection. You’re more than happy to see him fully hard, straining against the shorts. “See?”

You grab it and squeeze tight, getting him to groan. “You like it too. Wish you'd let me sit on your face.”

Minho tongues his cheek and looks to the side. He loves having you on his face, mostly because it's not a common occurrence. You prefer to be on your back when he does it, but since he's a big fan of you sitting on him, you give it a try here and there. The fact that you’re talking about that right now just shows him how determined you are to get him to break. “You're insufferable… “

“And here you are, leaking in your underwear because of me,” you tease right back, cocking an eyebrow up.

Minho laughs and finally throws the book to the side. “That’s because someone's leaving a wet trail on my thigh. That horny, huh? Guess you wouldn't be if you just let me fuck you last night.”

You nod at that, realizing he’s absolutely right. You wouldn’t be acting like a total brat now and begging him to fuck you if you had only reacted better last night. He’s right, so you continue bucking your hips into his thigh and apologize. “I'm sorry—”

“Don't apologize for not being in the mood,” Minho cuts you off and grabs your hips, making you stop. He never wants you to feel like sex is an obligation or something you’re doing for him. Both of you have to be in the mood an enjoy it for it to be a good experience that makes your relationship better. “Apologize for hurting my feelings.”

“I am sorry for that. I was just emotional all day and said the dumbest thing I could.” While you're apologizing from the bottom of your heart, you continue grinding against him, your pussy getting just enough friction for you to be unable to even pause. “I know you love me as much as I love you.”

“Hm, good,” he hums happily. “We’re getting somewhere.”

“Does this mean you'll get me off? I know you're perfect with your mouth too,” you lean in and kiss him, just press your lips against his, breathe him in. Then, you deepen the kiss and continue grinding, his hands on your hips now helping you move instead of keeping you in place. “The best.”

Minho chuckles into the kiss and pulls away just to give you a cocky grin. “Tonight at 10, yeah.”

“Baby…” you whine, in awe that he’s still keen on proving you wrong even though you’ve admitted you’re wrong and apologized for it.

“Nu-uh…” Minho tsks at you before licking his lips and looking down at your crotch. “Get off like this. Now I want to see it.”

“Horny little pervert,” you mutter but reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing your naked chest. As always, the sight of you shirtless makes him hum.

“Says the person going crazy on my thigh,” Minho mutters, eyes still locked on your tits.

“Well, since I can't use your dick today…” Minho laughs at that and continues staring as you play with your tits. So, you whine again, “Touch.”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, “seven more hours.”

“Okay.” Since your plan clearly isn’t going to work, you decide to one up yourself. You bring your fingers up to his lips and make him suck on them. Minho lets them slide easily, lets you run them over his tongue, and pull them out. Then, you exchange glances and you bring the wet fingers down to play with your nipple and moan loudly. “I'll do it myself. Enjoy the show.”

Minho stares at you, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. “Where was this slut in you hiding last night?” he coos. “I would have given it to you so good.”

“Fuck!” you hiss, clenching around nothing, starting to buck your hips into him so hard you think it will hurt later. Whenever Minho gets in the mood, his mouth gets dirty, and you love that. “You can still give it to me.”

“Later.”

You whine at that, kicking your head back and groaning, your hips still desperately moving back and forth, pussy dragging across his firm muscle.

“You can do it, just keep moving,” Minho encourages you, clearly wanting you to come even if he doesn’t touch you. “Feels good? Gets you wet, I can feel it…” 

Minho squeezes his muscles, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. “Better?”

“Oh God… yes!”

For a while, you ride his thigh as you two stare at each other hungrily. His cock twitches in his shorts when you start moaning louder, when you frown and whine, when you scream his name as you come. He laughs at that, patting your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “I'm fucking you so hard at 10 pm sharp, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”

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Step 1: Get knocked up.

Step 2: Be hot.

Okay that's not that hard at all,, where my milf-loving hyunjin at ?

I have to suddenly fulfill this fantasy now.

But fuuuuuughhhhhhk was that hot

day 13 ♡ hyunjin

⇢ pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.9k ⇢ genre: smut, age-gap hookup ⇢ kinks: milf, semi public ⇢ summary: hyunjin drools over you a bit too much for you not to notice ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; age difference (hyunjin is a college student, younger than the mc), the mc is a mother, protected sex, clit rubbing, tit sucking ⇢ day 12 ♡ day 14 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Hyunjin is a bit obsessed with this idea of getting to fuck you, he’s aware. You are one of the volunteers who are trying to make the neighborhood a safe place for kids, which is how he met you. Due to some problems—like Hyunjin getting caught with booze on college grounds—he had to volunteer for a month and he chose an organization randomly. The choice led him to you, the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

Up until he met you, Hyunjin never really even sought out older women. He usually dated people who were his age, give or take a year or two in either direction. Either way, his partners were young and fairly inexperienced. Hyunjin has a lot of sex, but he’s definitely far behind people your age.

He never really thought about sex with you until you chose him as your volunteering partner. The more experienced volunteers got to pair up with newbies and give out fliers, spend time out in the neighborhood, warning people of all the dangers, and work on different projects.

That’s when he started noticing the swell of your tits, the plush flesh of your ass he could clearly see moving under your summer dress, the way you acted protective over him, even if Hyunjin is in college and much older than your kids.

After you chose him, he continued volunteering even after the month came to an end. He was there at every event and gathering, drooling over your body, your warmth, the way you mothered everyone and took care of their needs. Now, Hyunjin had a couple of needs he wanted you to take care of, but you were too serious for a guy like him. Too good. You wouldn't be caught dead fucking a dude in college.

Despite that, Hyunjin followed you around like a puppy, even when it was time to hand out fliers for the fundraiser. You two gave them all out and returned to the warehouse, a tiny little room in the volunteering association, to get more. To be fair, you handed out 80% of them, talking to people on the street, stressing the importance of the common goal here. Hyunjin spent most of the time staring at you.

While in the warehouse, you looked for the fliers in the drawers, and Hyunjin just sat there staring at you, watching the dress rise up your thighs whenever you'd reach up, hoping to catch even a glance of the swell of your ass, imagine himself biting those thighs, sucking on your tits— “All done,” you say, turning around to face him.

Instead of walking out instantly, you look at Hyunjin with a grimace. “You know how important it is for us to hand these out, right?” you ask, waiting for him to nod before you continue. He feels like he’s being babied right now, like you have to explain why all of this means something, but Hyunjin doesn’t mind it at all. “The more people come, the more money we get to protect kids. That's what's important here.”

“Yes, of course,” Hyunjin clears his throat and sits up straight, shoving his hand in his pocket to hide his erection. He can't help it when you wear dresses like that one which lets him see just enough to get his imagination going, the cleavage a tiny bit too deep for him not to look.

“So, Hyunjin, if you're aware of this, why have you been staring at me most of the day instead of handing these out and trying to get people to come?”

His breath hitches in his throat, cheeks redden, eyes widen at the realization that he's been caught. You now know Hyunjin is a perv who's been drooling over you—you've noticed. How fucking embarrassing… And you’ve said it out loud, too. “I—”

“Don't even try to pretend you weren't doing that,” you cut him off, sounding so strict, which gets even more blood to run to his cock, and he pushes his fist further down into his pocket. Hyunjin didn’t think he liked situations like this, when a woman talks down to him, makes him feel ridiculous, but his dick proves otherwise. “I can see the erection you're trying to hide, Hyunjin, and I know why you have one.”

“I'm, uh, sorry,” he says as he stands up and lets his head drop down, feeling like a total creep. “I should be here to volunteer and not think about you. It's just hard to concentrate with you around.” His cheeks are burning at this point, but at least he's being honest. “I will do better this round, I swear. You don’t even have to go with me, I’ll do all the work.”

You take a step or two in his direction, but Hyunjin is so embarrassed he can't even look at you. And then, you speak and blow his mind. “Will you be more productive if I help you get rid of your little problem?”

Now, that makes his head snap up, eyes meeting yours. Your expression is usually warm—always smiling with your eyes, looking at people like you're happy to see them, like a host. The way you're looking at him now is different—there's a really hot smirk on your face and your eyebrow is cocked up in a way that makes Hyunjin want to grab you. Did you really just suggest that? “I— Uh… De-definitely.”

You chuckle evilly, like you're teasing him, making fun of him, and Hyunjin loves it. Women never treat him that way. “Yeah?” You come closer and whisper at him, your lips next to his ear, your cleavage right in front of his face. “You'll be able to focus better once you empty your balls?”

God, you're so fucking dirty, and that just does it for him. Who would have thought? The best volunteer this county has! “Yes.”

Your hand grabs him over his pants, squeezing his erection tight, which makes him grunt like he’s never been touched before. “Not so little after all,” you note.

It's like music to Hyunjin’s ears, even if he knows size doesn't matter at all. He wants to leave a good impression on you, and this is a good start. Hyunjin just stares at you with his mouth slightly open, practically drooling at the sight of you. 

“So? What are you waiting for?” You scoff at him. “Touch.”

Hyunjin immediately grabs your body and pulls you in closer. He doesn't dare kiss your lips so he starts kissing your cleavage, leaving a wet trail behind. Surprisingly, you lean into his touch and hum, grabbing his head and caressing it like you're encouraging him to go on. “A tit guy? Hm… Interesting.”

He pulls your dress down your chest and takes your nipple in his mouth, starting to suck. Then, Hyunjin remembers you’ve said something and hums in agreement. He does love your tits—sure spends a lot of time drooling over them.

“I took you for an ass guy. You stare at it all the time,” you say with a chuckle that gets even louder when both his hands grab your ass and squeeze. He loves how your body responds to him, how you get goosebumps and let him grope your ass and suck on your tit, sink his teeth in it.

“I like thighs too,” Hyunjin admits as he pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it with his lips. You move a hand down to his face and wipe the spit away, which gets his cock to twitch inside his pants. God, he wants you to say nasty things to him while touching him sweetly. Hyunjin lets one of his hands wander under your dress from the front, encouraged by the way you look at him. He cups you over your panties and finds you wet, which gives him that push of confidence he needs. “I like pussy the most.”

You chuckle and smirk at him, making it seem like you’re mocking him, which… turns him on? Weirdly so. “Oh, you can speak…”

“I can fuck too,” Hyunjin spits the words at you while he rubs your mound with his fingers. You’re not moving away, so you clearly want this to. Why should he feel anything less than confident?

You smirk at him, finding the whole thing amusing. “Let's test that. Condom?”

While Hyunjin is busy getting his dick out and putting a condom on it, you walk over to the desk and sit on it. That's when Hyunjin realizes you've already taken off your panties and that you're now spread on the desk just for him, feet propped up on it, tits and cunt out for him to see. Perfect. He loves that neither one of you is exactly shy—saves you both time and energy.

When he sinks into you, Hyunjin moans and has to pause instantly. Otherwise, he’ll blow before he gets to enjoy you fully. This might be the only time he gets to be in you, so he wants to take his time and fuck you right. “Fuck, you're wet,” he hisses, jaw clenched as he fights off the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that makes him want to pound you into tomorrow. He moans too, and doesn’t really care if he sounds fucked out already—he’s inside of you, for fuck’s sake.

“Maybe you're not the only one looking,” you suggest, resting on your palms, letting your head kick back. Did you just admit you were horny for him too? You? The employed single mom who spends all of her time volunteering and fighting for the community? Hyunjin could come just thinking about it. 

“Yeah? Like what you see?” He sounds cocky and he feels like it, too, especially after you’ve just admitted that. Granted, being inside of you has a lot to do with it, but still… What man wouldn’t?

“I think you'll have to fuck me a bit more to get an answer to that.” You shut him down so easily, but Hyunjin has his cock in you, so he’s fairly confident he could get you to admit to anything.

So, he laughs and starts pumping hard and fast. Your walls just suck him in, pussy wet and ready to take all of him, and he has no problem sliding in to the hilt and pulling out almost all the way, giving it to you fast. “Good?”

“Change the angle a bit…” you suggest, giving him a light shrug, acting completely unphased by his valiant effort. “You can fuck like this forever and not make me come.”

Oof, that one hurts his ego a bit, makes him understand that the insanely quick fucking may not be the best option for both parties. Hyunjin spreads his legs a bit, sinking down a bit, and tries again. “Like this? Better?”

“A bit up…” you say, nodding slightly, your legs still spread as you stare between them at the place where your bodies connect—your perfect body that he wants to bite and lick and suck, and his painfully hard cock.

“Like this?” Hyunjin asks after he’s shifted a bit. He needs to get this right, needs to make you come. He won’t forgive himself if he doesn't—that’s a guarantee you will never give Hyunjin another chance. Why would you? He sees the way all these guys who volunteer stare at you. Hell, he sees the way the guys you approach on the street to hand out fliers look at you—they all want a piece of you. And here Hyunjin is, getting to have you.

“Good… Now you can give it to me rough.” With that, you grin and cock your head to the side. Oh, you’re so good at teasing, at looking at him like you expect more, like you’re making fun of him. “Let’s see what you’ve got, pretty boy.”

Hyunjin gives it to you rough, he hopes. Getting to fuck you feels perfect for him, sliding between your plush walls, feeling your juices dripping down his balls. You like it too—you must, based on how wet you are and how sweetly you moan, even if you’re looking at him with a smirk. “You're so tight!”

“Yeah? Makes you want to blow?” you hiss back, starting to moan more often, biting down on your bottom lip as you stare at his cock disappearing into you.

“Makes me want to do all kinds of things to you,” Hyunjin admits. He wishes he could treat you like he does everyone else, be in charge, make you his slut, and not the other way around. “Wanna do so much.”

“Like what?” You’re teasing, clearly wanting to play with him.

So, Hyunjin leans forward, collects his saliva, and spits directly onto your clit, watching the drool drip down your folds. Then, he grabs your leg with one hand and uses the other hand to start rubbing you. “Like this.”

That’s when you start moaning with every thrust, which is like music to his ears. Here he is, just a guy in college, getting to stuff your pretty pussy with dick. You’re so responsible all the fucking time, busy with all the adult shit in your life, wanting to make the world a better place and all that, which makes Hyunjin think you don’t often get to have fun like this. You don’t often get a guy his age to fuck you. You could, though, you definitely could.

“Is that all you’ve learned from your college girls?” you tease, fake pouting at him. How can someone look that unbothered while getting their cunt stuffed? Hyunjin is not even going easy on you, not at all. “I guess girls are different than when I went to school.”

“I can’t even imagine you in school,” he admits. What were you like? He can’t even think about it, not when he’s focusing so hard on fucking you right. “Bet you were a real prim and proper girl back then.”

“Think so?” The way you say the words is so hot he thinks he’ll fill the condom up if you use that tone of voice again. “Maybe I liked guys like you even back then.”

“Shit,” he grunts and starts rubbing your clit so fast his finger goes numb. “I can’t wait for you to show me how much you like me.”

“Fuck me harder then,” you suggest, and Hyunjin does just that. It’s hard to multitask and rub your clit and fuck you hard, but he is managing somehow. You must really like the way he touches you because you come a minute or two later, grunting and bucking your hips into him like you are riding your orgasm out using his dick instead of Hyunjin fucking you. “Fuck, fuck, there!”

Hyunjin lets go of your clit once you try shutting your legs, realizing he’s overstimulating you. “Just a bit more, please,” he begs, hoping you won’t tell him to pull out now that he’s so fucking close. “So close—”

“Yeah?” you chuckle, biting your lip before you sit up and wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a wet and sloppy kiss, your first one. You kiss just as perfectly as you fuck, and Hyunjin wishes you’d ride his dick right now—he knows you’d make him blow instantly. “Come for me then, Hyunjin…”

He fucks you for a while longer, cock pushing in between your slick walls, pleasure surging through his body until he reaches his peak and unloads into the condom with a couple of sloppy, wet thrusts. The groans he lets out are thankfully muffled by your neck, which he wets with his open mouth, eyes closed as sperm shoots out of him and into the rubber. 

Hyunjin stops moving and lets you hold him close, squeezing your walls around him on purpose, making him grunt and moan into your ear. “Fuck.”

“Will you focus now?” You remind him why you’re here, so Hyunjin pulls out and gets rid of the condom while you get dressed. He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and realizes he looks fucked out—he’s red and sweaty in the face, strands of hair sticking to his temples and forehead, cock still twitching, even if it’s inside his boxers now. It’s still hard, and he came a minute ago.

You, on the other hand, look perfectly fine, as if he didn’t just fuck you. “Was that good for you?” Hyunjin asks you, hoping you won’t lie to him. Then again, you could seriously fuck up his self-esteem if you trash his skills.

“Good,” you nod, licking your lips, “but short.”

“Oh,” he says, feeling like he wants to disappear. Hyunjin has never heard that comment before, especially after making someone orgasm. Does it have to be long if he gets you to come? Did you want more orgasms? But you said you need to go back out there and finish your task. “I-I didn’t know you wanted more.”

“Well, now you do,” you say with a shrug, grabbing a bunch of fliers. “Maybe you can come over on Saturday. I have the apartment all for myself. I can show you how we did it back in college, teach you a thing or two.”

Once again, Hyunjin’s cock twitches in his pants. He grabs a packet of fliers and follows you outside, reminding himself that he has to focus on the fucking flyers. Just until Saturday.

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Rereading my favorite jimin fic series in honor of the baby boy's birthday

GOOD BOY ‖ six

Jimin pays you a late night visit.

word count: 10k genre: smut [masturbation, dirty talk]

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Now this just isn't fair,, there has to be more

...MORE OF THE PEG !!

please im pegging begging

day 10 ♡ chan

⇢ pairing: chan x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 805 ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: pegging, double-ended dildo ⇢ summary: chan tests his limits with you ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; use of a double-ended dildo, anal penetration, mentions of rimming and anal fingering ⇢ day 9 ♡ day 11 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Something this non-masculine shouldn’t feel so good, that’s what Chan thinks. Why would it feel this good? Getting penetrated is the furthest thing from masculine he can imagine, yet here he is, craving it, enjoying it, never wanting you to stop.

It’s your fault, it’s all your fault. Before you, Chan enjoyed being the one in control, the one who was in charge even if was just lying there and letting someone else do all the work. It was the way things were supposed to work—he was there to fuck the other person, not the other way around.

And then, you two met, and you showed him giving up some control can be good. He can try out new things too, instead of always being the one to teach his partners something. Through this learning process, Chan figured out that having someone play with your ass actually feels good, no matter how much he thought he’d hate it.

He could play with yours all day, but the thought of you touching him there made him feel too… vulnerable. Too open. It was just more intimate than what Chan was ready for back then.

With time, though, he let you try what you wanted to try with him, trusted you enough not to make you stop when you rimmed him, when you used your tongue to make him feel things he’s never felt before, made him come so hard he almost passed out.

Then, Chan let you finger him. The feeling was completely different from your tongue, but because you took your sweet time with him and ensured he was ready for it, he enjoyed it. In fact, he wanted more of it as soon as it was done, thought about your finger in him when he would jerk off.

Later, he let you try out a toy on him while you blew him. Nowadays, he expects at least a thumb pressed against his ass while you suck him off—some kind of contact has to happen. You’ve conditioned him to enjoy it, and that’s what’s funny about it. Something he was repulsed by has now become a regular thing in his life and he enjoys every second of it.

So, Chan is not surprised at all that he’s enjoying your latest stunt—a double-ended dildo, one end of which is inside your pussy, the other in his ass. You two have been in this position before without the toy separating you, only that time, his dick was in you and he was the one pushing his hips into you, enjoying the way his cock just sank into your hole with ease. Now you’re sitting with your legs intertwined, crotches inches away from each other, the pretty thick dildo connecting your bodies.

“Why is this so fucking hot?” he grunts the question at you, unhappy with the fact that he loves seeing the same toy enter you and him at the same time, not to mention how perfectly it fills him up. You get the thicker part of the dildo, as agreed, so Chan can only imagine how good it feels in your pussy, especially after he’s made you come with his mouth, got you all hot and bothered, wet and messy, ready for the toy.

You did the same to him, so the smaller part of the toy that’s inside of him feels like heaven, rubs his prostate just right, makes his cock leak precum against his toned stomach. You’re both grunting and using the toy to get off, and something about it feels so dirty and wrong that it just turns Chan on even more. You should do this more often.

“It’s like we’re fucking each other,” you hiss back, grinning before you look down again, “but in a way we just can’t. You can’t fuck me while I fuck you… That’s why this is amazing.”

“Makes sense. Wish it didn’t.”

His admission makes you chuckle and lean in to kiss him. You’re the one who’s moving more, who’s trying to fuck the toy. Whenever you let it sink into you, you push it into Chan a bit further, but it’s nowhere close to the feeling of you fucking him with a toy. Still, the sight makes up for it—he loves seeing you with anything stuck inside of you, filling your pretty pussy up, making you groan and arch your back. “You’re just bitter that you like it.”

“So what if I am?”

You giggle and continue to move the same way you do when you’re fucking yourself against his cock, which is now rock hard and resting on his lower stomach, dying for your attention. But, Chan knows he’ll come fast if he touches himself. “Not manly enough for you?” you tease, squeezing the toy and smacking your hips against it so it enters him faster, deeper. “Don’t feel like a man with a dildo in your little ass?”

“Shut up,” Chan tells you in between moans, making it very clear he doesn’t mean it. He wouldn’t be here sweating and leaking precum if he wasn’t enjoying every second of it. “I can still fuck you into tomorrow.”

“Baby,” you coo, giggling, “I know you can. You can also take it in the ass. What’s so wrong with that?”

Chan sighs and looks down, pretending he didn’t hear you. He can’t answer that question because he doesn’t know.

“I think it’s really hot,” you go on, groaning when the toy enters you fully. “You’re so big and manly and attractive… But you like your ass played with. Those two shouldn’t work well together, but they do, and I love it so much—”

“I know you do,” he agrees with a hum, happy to know you’re having fun. “You just want to prove that you’re right about ass stuff.”

“No, I want you to have the best orgasms with me…” you admit, smiling at him sweetly as if you’re not impaling yourself on a toy to get off, for his eyes only. Everything about you is perfect, including the fact that you can always tell when something is on his mind. “And don’t you?”

“I do,” Chan nods enthusiastically, “every time.”

“Then? Just enjoy it. No one knows but us,” you reassure him, which is exactly what he needs to relax his walls and let the toy enter him a bit further.

“It shouldn’t feel this fucking good… I wish I could fuck you at the same time.”

“We can help each other,” you say with a cocked up eyebrow, head tilted to the side. You seem playful, so he knows you’re up to something. “Just push yourself against it, let it enter you… Please.”

Chan hates doing this—he feels slutty for bucking his hips into a toy, enjoying the way it rams into his ass and rubs his prostate, hating the way his cock twitches at it, but he does it for you. The next second, you do the same thing, which causes the toy to push towards him. The next time he bucks his hips, there’s more friction since you’ve just pushed the toy.

So, that’s what you two do, just fuck the toy at the same time, swirling your hips, naked and panting, too turned on to care about keeping it down. It goes on for a long time, so long Chan is afraid he’ll lose his voice from moaning. He’s the first one to come, cum spraying out of his cock and landing everywhere on you and him, but neither one of you stops fucking the toy. Only after he blows does he start moving his hips so fast you practically scream for him and spread your legs wide, letting him use the toy to fuck your orgasm out of you. He hates that it all feels so good.

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day 8 ♡ jeongin

⇢ pairing: jeongin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 944 ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: rimming, degradation, recording ⇢ summary: your boyfriend loves filming you when you're being dirty ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; recording sexual acts, degradation, rimming (m. receiving), use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, facial ⇢ day 7 ♡ day 9 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Jeongin pushes your head further down between his legs with a cocky snicker, his fingers grabbing your skull. His touch is anything but gentle right now, but you like it that way when you're between his legs like this. “Let me see that tongue,” he tells you and grabs your hair, using his grip on you to pull your head backward.

You stick your tongue out and look at the phone he's holding in his hand. That's what your boyfriend wants here, after all—for you to be good and show him what a slut you are just for him.

His legs are spread wide, bent at the knees, feet digging into the sofa. Your knees hurt at this point because they've been on the floor for a while now, but that's the last thing on your mind when Jeongin leans in and spits on your tongue, making you groan and swallow it. “Good,” he hums, spitting on your tongue again, “now use it for something good.”

You lean forward and press your flattened tongue against the rim of his ass. The way he moans is reward enough, you don't need anything else, yet Jeongin tells you you're doing a good job. That makes you lick faster, with more vigor, has you dying to pleasure him.

“My dirty little slut—” Your boyfriend giggles so sweetly you'd think he was doing anything but getting his ass eaten while filming it. “One compliment, and you get all nasty with it.”

You hum and spit on his hole just to dig in and spread the spit around with your tongue, humming and licking happily, aware that the saliva is getting all over your chin. Jeongin chuckles. “Wonder what people would think if they saw this video of you acting like a whore and eating my ass like you love it...”

Your pussy clenches at the thought of anyone other than you two witnessing this moment. You trust Jeongin completely, so you know it will stay between you. Yet, the threats make you drool, make your panties get even wetter, make you want to fuck him right away. “I do love it.”

“Yeah?” He snickers again, flashing his perfect teeth, his eyes practically disappearing as he laughs. Then he grabs you by the hair and tilts your head up so you have to look into the phone. “Say it for the camera, baby. Let me hear it loud and clear.”

“I love it.”

“Love what?” he asks, and you know he's not going to give up on this, so you do.

“Love being dirty for you,” you hiss the words, staring at the camera defiantly. “I love eating your ass.”

Jeongin seems happy for a while, content with how easily you've given him what he wants, so he smiles warmly. Then, a cocky smirk plays across his handsome face, and you know he already has a new plan. “Why don't you dig in then? Show me how fucking nasty you are.”

With that, he pushes you against his hole again, making you get your whole face in there. You love it—your pussy throbs at the way your boyfriend is treating you and degrading you. There might be something wrong with you because being talked to that way is something you hate outside of the bedroom. You hate people talking down at you or insulting you. But, when you're in the privacy of your own home with someone you love and trust as much as Jeongin, you crave it.

Your hands grab and push his thighs up so you can reach all of him, his strong hand keeping your mouth pressed between his legs. You know spit is smeared all over your face at this point, you can feel it whenever Jeongin pushes your head from side to side, making your rub your tongue against his hole but you don't give a fuck. “Nasty slut—” He giggles and grips your hair tighter. “Bet you're so fucking wet right now…”

You nod against him, panting, trying to catch your breath so he lets go of your hair and starts tugging his cock lazily. “Huh?”

“I'm so wet you could fuck me right now,” you inform him, and that makes your boyfriend hum happily. “I love being your nasty slut and putting my mouth wherever you want me to.”

“Fuck, babe, you're killing me,” he grunts quickly and starts jerking his cock off faster, and you know he's close. So you dig in again, press your mouth against his ass, and shove your tongue into it.

You don't close your eyes just so you can stare at his face when he comes for you. The sight is as perfect as it always is—Jeongin’s cheeks are flushed, eyes practically closed, mouth open as he grunts and hisses. His stomach is clenching and releasing, and then, he shouts, “Come here!”

You look up just in time for him to shower your face with warm, sticky cum that immediately starts dripping down. You try to keep your eyes open, but one streak lands right over your eye, so you have to close it. “Shit, babe, open up!”

You feel the tip of his cock, still leaking precum, rubbing against your lips, so you open wide and let him get those last drops out in your mouth while moaning your name loudly, completely out of character. The phone is still in his hand, but you doubt he's even filming anymore.

“Fuck, that was wild!” Jeongin giggles and pulls out, bending over to kiss you on the lips. “You did great, baby. Come, let me clean you up before I fuck you. No camera for that, right?”

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day 7 ♡ seungmin

⇢ pairing: seungmin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 1.6k ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: brat taming, public sex, creampie ⇢ summary: you take teasing too far, and seungmin shows you your place ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; use of ‘brat’, ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘good girl’, public unprotected sex, creampie, one ass slap, clit stimulation ⇢ day 6 ♡ day 8 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Seungmin should have known better than to take a brat like yourself on this weekend getaway. The thing was, he was supposed to be free this weekend, but things got complicated and he got asked to cover for a coworker. It was remote work, but he still had to be there and fucking work, which a little slut like you just didn’t—or didn’t want—to understand. That turned Seungmin on.

You were expecting you two to be here at this lovely hotel overlooking the beach for two days, to have Seungmin for yourself for 48 hours, to let him use your tight cunt whenever he felt like it. He was looking forward to it too, but he had to work. Therefore, you’d have him for 32 hours.

“It’s not 32 if we sleep for another 8 hours,” you pointed out with a pout that morning over breakfast, right before Seungmin walked out onto the balcony to work.

He’s been sitting here, typing on his laptop, and enjoying the view. Your room is so close to the beach he can hear excited screams and happy laughter coming from swimmers. He can also hear your pouty whines when you walk onto the balcony, trying to seduce him. Seungmin knows that’s what you’re doing because you’re wearing a skimpy little skirt and a bikini top only, even if you’re not going to the beach without him. 

“Why are you flaunting your body when you know I can’t fuck you now?” he grunts at you and continues typing the email he’s working on.

“Flaunting?” You play dumb and walk over to the balcony railing, leaning against it, sticking your ass out. “Baby, I’m not doing a single thing.”

He scoffs and refuses to take the bait, even though he knows the view will be perfect. Since you’re bending over, half of your ass is probably out, and he always wants to touch it and bite into it so hard you squeal before begging him to give you his co— 

Seungmin grunts and sneaks a glance your way just to realize you’re still leaning against the railing, back arched, pussy out in the open.

“Going commando?” he almost stutters, so he looks at the screen again and takes a breath. “Brave of you to walk around like that.”

“Easier for you to fuck me,” you giggle, “of course, when you’re done with work and all that.”

Seungmin thinks you’ll drop it now. You’ve shown him your pussy, he can see it from the back, he can see you want to get fucked—you’ve made your point. His dick is hard and he will fuck you when he takes his break in another hour or so. So, your work here is done.

But, you’re clearly hornier than he thought. You walk back into the room and return with sunscreen in your hand. Then, you walk back to the railing and block his view of the beach with that perfect body of yours. 

“Don’t want to get burned, the sun is so strong today,” you say, looking over your shoulder as you squirt the cream in your hand. Then, you lean down and start rubbing it into your leg, staring from the foot up, which means he can see everything. You’re so close to Seungmin that he can see you’re wet—your see-through excitement is spread over your lips, which means you probably rubbed yourself for a second or two while you were inside. “You’re acting like a brat.”

“You don’t want me to get burned, baby, right?” You pout, still looking at him, knowing very well your cunt is out for him to see. “I didn’t say a thing.”

“You didn’t, but your whole pussy is showing,” Seungmin points out and goes back to work.

You step it up a notch by starting to moan when you rub the lotion in. You go as far as to spread it all over your ass cheeks, which means you’re lifting your skirt and showing off that perfect ass. No one but him can see, but still… It’s risky, and Seungmin is still stuck on the first sentence of this fucking email. “Can’t wait for you to get off work.”

“Yeah?”

You hum slowly, like you do when he’s balls deep in that perfect cunt. “Being on the beach always gets me so fucking wet. Want to fuck 24/7. Want to take you back to bed and ride you all day, Seungmin.”

“Don’t think so,” he says, getting up against his better judgment. “You’re going to learn today.”

You giggle with excitement, clearly thinking you won, but Seungmin pushes you against the railing, careful not to hurt you. Then, he pulls his shorts down just enough to get his dick out and leads it to your entrance. He feels you panicking, feels your body stiffening right against his. “Baby, we’re in public!” You sound shocked, and you probably are. Your slutty little plan didn’t include this, clearly.

“Say that to the whore without underwear,” he mutters and sticks his cock inside of you, moaning when it slides right in, revealing just how wet you are for him. He knew you’d take it so well.

“If they turn around, they’ll see,” you warn him with a mutter, looking at the people on the beach.

No one is going to look and no one is going to see. If they do, so what? You’re just two people fucking on their balcony. Maybe they shouldn’t be prying into other people’s lives.

“Should have thought about that sooner, hm?” he suggests, hand sneaking under your skirt to massage your clit, which is when you finally relax. “That's my slut, just like that. So what if they see you get fucked like this? You asked for it.”

His hips slam into you rhythmically, with ease, cock entering you just the way you like it, causing just enough friction for your knees to buck. “I did,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder and groaning. “Baby, I'm sorry.”

“A bit too late for that,” Seungmin says gruffly, even though he finds you so unbelievably cute when you're this pliant. “Now I have a big problem you need to take care of.”

You clench around said problem hard, making you both groan. “I will.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin kisses your neck and continues fucking you from behind. “Be a good slut and let me empty my balls inside of you?”

He's being extra vulgar today because he knows that's what you like. When he called you a nasty slut for the first time—after you begged for it—you came around his cock so hard it made him cum instantly. So, Seungmin knew you'd moan and relax and let him fuck you. “They can't see, don't worry. No one is watching you be a slut for me and let me use your pussy to get off in public like this.”

You hum, seemingly happy with that, and for a while, you both stay quiet as he pumps in and out of you, fucking you just right. Seungmin was planning on being meaner to you just to make a point but you're taking it so well and moaning so sweetly, keeping your legs pressed together so people don't realize he's fucking your from the back—he has no reason to keep teasing you.

But then, when you relax enough, you start again. “I wasn't scared of that,” you play pretend, lying through your teeth. “I wanted to get fucked here.”

“Oh, really? What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't give my wonderful girlfriend exactly what she wants?” Seungmin bites into your shoulder and starts smacking so hard he thinks the people in the sea will hear, let alone those on the beach. You yelp and clench hard, but there's not much you can say—you teased and asked for it again, underestimating how little your boyfriend cares about getting caught in public. “Is that what you wanted? For the whole beach to watch you take dick?”

Nobody is watching you two as far as he can tell, but thinking they are turns you both on even more. “Baby, fuck!” You're whining again, your hands gripping the metal railing, slippery from the sunscreen you just had to put on right in front of him. “It's so loud.”

“It is,” Seungmin chuckles happily, “you're so fucking wet everyone can hear what a fucking horny slut you are. You begged me to put you in your place and fuck you, so here you go—”

“I did, I'm so sorry, I did!” You're mumbling, pushing your ass back into him, and Seungmin knows how to recognize when you're close.

So, he places his hand on your hips, pulls them backward, and starts pistoning into you. “Is this what my brat wants?” Seungmin is talking through gritted teeth, feeling his own orgasm approaching— he wasn't expecting to fuck you until lunchtime, but you just had to beg. “Want to scream while I fuck you in public?”

You're not exactly screaming, but you're not far from it. It's just moans and grunts and his name and then you come for him, moaning so loudly even Seungmin gets scared someone will call reception on you. “Good girl, good girl,” he hums and fills you up without warning, sticking his dick in you as deep as it can go, grunting in your ear. “Take it since you begged for it, take it…”

When he's done and his balls are empty, Seungmin steps back, watching in awe as his cum spills out of your stretched hole and onto your clenched thighs. He wipes his cock on your ass, puts it back into his pants, and then smacks your other ass cheek. “Good brat,” he says, walking over to his laptop and opening his emails again. “Don't even think about wearing underwear now. Keep it in you until lunch time.”

You look at him over your shoulder with a satisfied smirk. “Shouldn't you be working, baby?”

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I. Am. Pleased. to say the least.... this was so goooooood, it was way more than I expected and I effing love that.

Also you added just the right amount of angst to provide the best tension,, I FELT the hurt, the want, the desire, and more

And one more thing to add,, I really appreciate you writing gender-neutral fics, I don't see that often in the kpopfic community and I personally think you're doing a good job,, would you happen to know any other blogs that write gender-neutral kpop fics (idc what group)? I have a friend who's interested in getting into fics but they're all mainly written for women

“i don’t want you to go.” / hueningkai

rating: explicit

tags: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability, handjobs, crying (both in the sexy way + not)

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