Fucking Hell

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MINGHAO Going Seventeen Ep. 93 (Rock Scissors Paper)

SKZ Felix hard thoughts

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

you voted for an obsessed!felix and I shall deliver…

obsessed!felix will speak of you to the members at least 6 times in the span of an hour… “oooh someone likes somebodyyyy” chan would tease, and the precious little sunshine will roll his eyes

obsessed!felix who at first tries to hide that he is (very) into you, but his nervous laugh and curious eyes get the best of him when you’re close

obsessed!felix who just needs to see you one more time before touring, so instead of sleeping as instructed, he sneaks out to spend the night with you

obsessed!felix who video calls you late at night when he’s on tour because he can’t sleep without looking at you because “you are so beautiful, everything you do is perfect, my darling”

NSFW

obsessed!felix has no idea he is obsessed with you. he just thinks of you day and night, but how couldn’t he when everything you do drives him insane. that teasing smile you gave him earlier? yeah, his cock is still hard from thinking about it.

obsessed!felix has a secret he can’t even bring to reveal to you. your scent makes him go completely mad. it is what keeps him awake at night, when the rest of the members are asleep, he will sneak into privacy and bring out that pair of panties he stole from you and as he fucks his fist he brings it to his nose, picturing you whimpering and cuming for him

obsessed!felix who can’t stop, won’t stop kissing you til you’re both out of breath, lips swollen. “i could kiss you all day, mind if i kiss you here?” he works his way down to your collabone and the valley between your breasts, inhaling your scent. “shit, i’m already hard…”

obsessed!felix loves watching every single reaction you give when he fucks you. how your breathing becomes quicker, your eyes shut, mouth slightly open as your pussy clenches around him. “you like that, darling?” his deep voice making you even wetter as he enters you again and again. he wants to remember everything to replay it later in his mind.

I loved this 👀🔥

day 13: han + public sex

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tw: bff2l; female anatomy; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected piv sex (don't do that at home 🤨); pull out method; cum swallowing (f); ♡

wc: 3,9k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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It should feel weird - the way your best friend is feeling you up right now, practically grinding his hips against the skin of your ass, one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh, as your bodies move rhythmically to the song playing in the club, but it doesn’t.

It doesn’t, because you and Jisung aren’t just friends. You’re not friends with benefits or anything, actually, it’s just that - you guys have history. And feelings for each other, but you didn’t know this until a few months ago, when he casually confessed it during a night out with you and the guys. Needless to say, you were shocked when those words came out of his mouth - words you never thought you’d get to hear.

“You know - I never told you, but…”, he’d slurred, a bit tipsy but not drunk yet. “I had the biggest crush on you a while ago.”

You’d nearly dropped your drink. 

You were alone, outside the club to get a breath of fresh air, and Jisung had offered to come with you, not wanting you to be alone with a bunch of drunk guys. His confession came out of the blue, shocking you because - fuck, Han Jisung had had feelings for you. And you had had a crush on him. Feelings you’d tried to hard to bury somewhere deep inside of you, feelings you’d sworn to never act on - too scared to ruin your friendship. And now he was there, beside you, an arm over your shoulder and his forehead against your temple, confessing his feelings for you. 

Had, he had said. Not have. There was no need to get your hopes up, he’d clearly gotten over it already. So why was your heart beating fast in your chest? Why were your legs shaking?

“I had feelings for you too.”

That night marked a turning point in your friendship with Jisung, for the both of you, and God knows what would’ve happened if a drunken Felix hadn’t interrupted you. However, despite it being a turning point, you and Jisung never really talked about that night - you just let it slide and never mentioned it.

But things changed between the two of you - not necessarily for the bad. In fact, everyone around you could clearly see that there was definitely something going on between of you, because you’d started to just flirt with each other blatantly. Things never really escalated, tho, and the flirting remained purely platonic. 

Then, you got a boyfriend - not really an official boyfriend, just a guy you were seeing casually -, and the flirting stopped, and you and Jisung went back to being the best friends you’d always been. And then it was his turn to get a girlfriend - and it lasted for a while, until they broke up out of the blue. It was pretty bad, and they didn’t remain on good terms, but Jisung never really told you the true reason why they broke things off with each other. 

As soon as you were both single - the flirting resumed, this time even more obvious, with risqué jokes here and there, and you both got even more touchy than you already were towards each other, to the point that you’d find yourselves cuddling on the couch during movie nights - your legs thrown over his and your head in the crook of his neck, his arms around your body. Kisses on your cheeks and forehead, hand holding, his hands caressing your inner thigh as he was driving, his arm around your waist whenever he had a chance, you sitting on his knees when there were no seats available and your legs were tired - every time you were around each other, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Which leads you to now - his chest pressed against your back, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin as he moves his hips to match the rhythm of the song. You’ve been reciprocating his flirting the whole night, being more touchy than usual, but it’s because tonight - you’re a woman on a mission. This situationship with Jisung has to either level up and escalate into something more, or you have to confront each other about it and decide to stay just friends. 

You can’t go on like this any longer - deluding yourself, thinking this could be something more. You need to know.

So - you purposely grind your ass on his dick while dancing, and you don’t miss the way the grip he has on your waist and thigh tightens as an automatic response, his breath hitches in his throat. You smirk when you feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressed right on your ass, so you grind on it once again. Same reaction, plus a small whimper. Then, his lips brush your ear, his hair tickling your skin. 

“Don’t do that.”, he doesn’t sound demanding - just desperate. 

You turn your face in his direction, nose brushing against his, ass still pressed on his dick. “Do what?”, you try to play dumb and act all innocent. 

“You know what.”, he grins, shaking his head. 

You grind on your ass once again, feeling his hot bulge between your ass cheeks, hard and probably aching, begging to be touched. “Oh, you mean this?”, you giggle. 

He grips your hip tighter, an attempt to stop your movements. “Yeah, this.”, he whines. “Don’t do it, please.”, he mutters, looking you in the eye. 

“Why?”, you brush his nose with yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Because it makes me wanna have you.”

It makes your heart beat fast in your chest. It makes you wanna have him. Right here, right now. After all, that’s the result you were hoping for. 

“You can have me.”, you whisper on his lips, biting your lower lip.

He opens his eyes immediately, slightly pulling away from you to look you in the eyes - he wants to check if you’re being serious or if you just cracked a joke. But you’re not laughing. In fact, you’re looking at him through your eyelashes, big doe eyes staring at him like he’s your whole world - and he is. 

“What…”

“I want you, too.”, you confess. “I thought I was making it pretty clear with all the flirting back.”, you giggle.

It’s funny how you’re discussing this whole thing when you’re in the middle of the dance floor with people all around you and you have his hard dick pressed against your ass - but it’s now or never. Jisung looks sincerely shocked, but inside his chest his heart just flipped. He doesn’t know how to respond to that, but one thing is sure - he doesn’t want you to think it’s just a physical thing. 

“I want you.”, he admits. “I really do. But I don’t want you to think-“

“I don’t.”, you interrupt him, a smile on your face. 

“How do you know what I was going to say?”, he furrows his eyebrows, but a smile appears on his face, too. 

“Sometimes you seem to forget we’ve been best friends for more than half of our lives.”, you chuckle. 

You both lean in, noses brushing once again as you both close your eyes in anticipation for what’s about to happen. It’s not your first time kissing Jisung, if you were to be honest. You’d been each other’s first kiss back then when you were younger. Then, you nearly kissed again years later - it happened in his bedroom, you don’t even recall how it happened, but you’re sure it’d have escalated into something more if Felix hadn’t barged in the room, making you practically jump away from each other. That guy needs to get a life, seriously. Drunk or not, he’d always find a way to cockblock you. But now he’s not in the proximity of you and Jisung, so hopefully you won’t get interrupted. 

When your lips finally touch Jisung’s - he freezes under your touch for a couple of seconds before he eventually starts kissing you back. There should be a little bit of nervousness, shouldn’t you? You’re kissing your best friend after all. But what’s weird is - it doesn’t feel weird at all. However, the position you’re in feels kinda uncomfortable, and you turn your body to that your chests are now pressing together and his erection is directly brushing your clothed belly while Jisung’s arms are around your waist, pulling you closer. 

The place is crowded, but you feel as if you and Jisung were the only ones here on the dance floor. Soon, you feel his hot tongue brush your lower lip, and you clench your thighs when it slips inside your mouth. You cup his face with one hand with no intention of pulling away from the kiss, resting the other one on his chest, twisting the chains he’s wearing as necklaces with your finger. He has both his hand on your hips, but lets one wander south to reach your lower back, stopping right before the curve of your ass, wanting to make sure you’re okay with this before actually taking things further. You give him a small nod, still kissing him, letting out a small sound against his mouth, and he takes it as a sign to continue. 

He firmly squeezes your asscheek, which causes you to let out a small whimper that makes his head spin because, fuck, he’s the one who’s making you moan right now and he can’t believe it. The tips of his fingers are nearly brushing the hem of your very short dress - a dress you chose for a purpose, and that reminds you of your evil, evil plan for the night. 

You pull away from his lips and he lets out a whine in protest, already missing the way your lips felt against his - divine and just right. Then your lips brush his ear, you want to make sure he doesn’t miss what you’re about to tell him. 

“I’m going commando.” 

He freezes once more, looking at you with big, brown eyes wide open, but his cock throbs inside his boxers nonetheless. You’re giggling, probably finding his reaction weird or cute, while he’s still processing your words. You’re there, in his arms, wearing an incredibly sexy dress, which is also incredibly short, ending just below your ass - and his fingers are currently grabbing said ass, a few inches away from your apparently bare pussy. The thought makes his brain short-circuit. 

“You…” he’s speechless. “You’re not wearing…?”

You shake your head. Does that mean that you planned this? You actually did, but he can’t know it. Nonetheless, he suspicion is enough to make him impatient now. He leans in to make sure you hear him despite the loud music.

“Let’s go to my place.”

You don’t want to go home - you know how it’ll end. It’ll ruin the mood and probably make things awkward if you just postpone it. Not to mention that there’s always the possibility of one of his roommates coming back home, which would be a shame. Things need to escalate between you, and they need to escalate now. So, you shake your head as a no, a for a second Jisung thinks you changed your mind and don’t want this anymore, when it’s actually far from it. 

“I need you now.”, you bite your lip, looking at him with eyes he’d never seen before.

“Here?”, he says in a high-pitched tone, raising his eyebrows. 

You nod. “We can go somewhere more private.”, you state matter-of-factly - there’s no way you’re actually doing it on the dance floor, surrounded by people of course. “I mean, if you want to…”

Jisung and rational thinking are polar opposites right now, so all he can do right now is lick his lip and nod frantically, muttering a fuck, yeah before grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from the dance floor. 

You find an empty room and don’t think about it twice. You actually suggested going to the bathroom, but Jisung had protested, clarifying that he wasn’t going to fuck you in an icky bathroom for your first time. That’s how you ended up in a dusty and semi-dark storage closet, secluded but not too much unfortunately, and you can still hear people’s footsteps outside the small room. 

Jisung wedges a chair in the door handle to make sure no one would barge in on you, but you doubt its effectiveness, aware of the fact that anyone with muscles or brute force would be able to just push the door open. It doesn’t matter, tho, it makes it more exciting somehow. 

You’re about to sit on a dusty piece of furniture, but Jisung stops you. “Yah, you’re not sitting on that with your bare ass. God knows what people have done in here.”, he sounds almost as if he’s scolding you. Then, he crosses his arms over his chest and takes his oversized black t-shirt off, handing it to you. “Here. Sit on this.”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

You accept the piece of clothing, but can’t stop staring at Jisung’s naked chest - the way the chains adorn his neck and collarbone turns you on even more. Your best friend is hot, it’s undeniable. 

It happens in a rush - he’s standing between your legs and his lips are back on yours, tongue inside your mouth as his hands roam all over your body in a more promiscuous way than they did back on the dance floor. He’s now groping one of your breasts with one hand and has the other one on the underside of your thigh, caressing the soft flesh, occasionally squeezing it. 

But one question has been running through his mind nonstop. He needs to know. 

“Were you serious?”, he asks, still panting, as soon as he pulls away from the kiss. “About not wearing anything under your dress?” Poor boy’s still trying to recover from your racy confession. 

You grab him by the wrist, moving his hand to your inner thigh, closer and closer to your groin. If he moves them just a little bit, he’ll find out you’re not lying. “Why don’t you find out yourself?”, you lure him with your words. 

Looking you in the eye, he does as you said, fingers a bit shaky as he moves them up your inner thigh until -. His breath hitches, and his eyes widen when his digits brush your naked vulva, and he lets out a desperate whine. He lets his fingers run up and down your labia a couple of times before he asks you - “Can I?” with a shaky breath. 

You nod, thinking he’s going to finger you to stretch you out and get you ready for him. He manages to surprise you by dropping on his knees in one swift motions, now kneeling between your spread thighs, facing your bare pussy. 

“Come a bit closer.”, he instructs, and you oblige, sitting on the edge of the piece of furniture, lifting your dress to give him better access. You suck in a breath when he he licks a long stripe on your most intimate parts, damping the whole surface before latching his mouth on your clit. How he managed to find it on the first try will forever remain a mystery - not that you’re complaining.

Your immediately entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it a bit harshly when he starts sucking on your clit - lewd, wet sounds filling the small room, blending harmoniously with the latino song playing in the background. 

“You taste amazing.”, he praises, releasing your clit only to place a couple of wet kisses on your groin and inner thigh. “Never wanna stop licking this pussy.”, he mutters - more to himself - before swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Never want you to stop.”, you whine, and he smirks. 

When you look down - the sight is breathtaking. Your best friend kneeling on the ground, between your legs, the palms of his hands resting on each of your thighs as he gives you the most  perfect oral sex you ever received in your whole life, sucking on your clit as if it were his damn job.  He senses you’re getting close to your orgasm when he feels your legs beginning to shake under his hands. 

“Don’t stop.”, you beg. “Please, please, don’t stop.”, your moans sounds like the most beautiful melody to his ears. 

His eyes snap up in your direction and you cum a couple of seconds later - making eye-contact with your best friend as he sucks your clit, tugging at his hair as his tongue licks you clean while he swallows every thing you have to give him, as he makes satisfied humming sounds. 

You can taste yourself on his mouth once he stands up once again and crashes his lips on yours, cupping your face in his hands while you let yours wander all over his naked torso, occasionally toying with his chains - you love when he wears them. 

“Ji.”, you let out a shaky breath, when he starts kissing your jawline, then that spot right behind your ear. How is it possible that he knows exactly which spots drive you crazy? “Fuck me.”, you moan, palming his erection over his dark jeans - he’s impossibly hard. 

He lets out a strangled sound, then lets his hands reach the button of his jeans. He undoes it and unzips his fly - all of this while kissing your neck, not even thinking about stopping, not with the way you’re reacting to his kisses. You help him slide his jeans down his thighs until they reach his knees, but that’s more than enough for what you have to do. Then, he hooks his fingers on each side of his boxers and drags them down just enough to free his cock and balls. 

He moans when you wrap your fingers around his length and pump him a couple of times. Then, he places one hand on top of yours, and slaps your clit with his cockhead a couple of times while biting on your neck. 

“Tell me how much you want it inside.”, he begs, and his cock throbs at his own words. 

“So much, Ji.”, you whine. “I want it so bad. Want you to stretch me out so good, want you to fuck me.”

He aligns his leaking tip to your entrance, and you move your hand away, resting it on the furniture behind you, gripping it as he starts to push inside. It burns a bit, but it’s because he’s big and you haven’t had action in a while. He feels you clenching around him, so he dampens his fingers with his spit, and brings the pad of his index and ring finger to your clit, circling it to get you relaxed enough for him to bottom out. You both moan when he’s fully inside of you, balls pressing against the underside of your ass. 

With the way he’s kissing your neck and touching your clit, the burn between your legs is soon forgotten and replaced by another sensation - the desperate need to feel him moving inside of you. “You can… start moving.”, you whimper after a while. 

The first thrust inside of you has both of you grunting in an almost animalistic way. Jisung hooks his forearm on the underside of your knee, spreading your leg even more, and you get the hint, wrapping your leg around his waist. Then, he places his other palm on the wall to balance himself. One of your hands ends up on the nape of his neck, the other one rests on his lower back as he begins to move inside of you.

If someone walked in right now - they’d find you and Jisung writhing in pleasure. Him, set between your legs, his pants pooled around his knees and your leg around his waist as he fucks his cock into you, each time deeper. You’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it’s so worth it. Then, they’d hear your heavy pantings and guttural moans mixed with wet sounds and skin slapping against skin. Maybe the thought turns you on more than you expected it to, because you find yourself close already. 

“Fuck - I love this, I love you.” Jisung mumbles, slamming his hips against yours, balls slapping on your ass. 

He probably didn’t realize what he said - the three magic, little words. I love you. You and Jisung say those words to each other all the time, but it’s usually with a complete different meaning. But now, when he’s balls deep inside of you in an empty, dusty storage room, you know he meant them in a different way. 

“Been wantin’ to do this for so long.”, he continues, rambling, not paying attention to what he says and, paradoxically enough, it makes you realize he’s being sincere. 

“Me too.”, you moan, one hand reaching for his ass, squeezing the soft flesh as you feel your orgasm approaching. “I- I love you too.”, you let the words slip out. 

He snaps his head up to look you in the eye, shocked by your confession, not halting his movements between your legs tho. He thrusts harder, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, feeling on the verge of his orgasm himself. He lets go of your leg only to bring his fingers on your clit once again, rubbing fast circles on your clit to help you get off in case you needed some extra stimulation, and it’s as if he read your mind. You’re cumming around his cock mere seconds later, your tight walls squeezing him extra tight and he can feel you pulsating around him as you release, loud whimpers falling from your lips. 

That’s the final straw for him, too, and he manages to pull out of you before it’s too late, pumping his length with his fist. Still a bit dazed from your orgasm, you find some lucidity in yourself to realize what’s going on, and you’re quick to drop on your knees and take his cock in your mouth, allowing him to finish on your wet tongue with a deep grunt. 

You both need some time to catch your breaths after what you’ve just done. You can’t really feel your legs, and neither can Jisung to be honest. It didn’t feel like it was your first time doing it, and you’re both pretty shocked by the chemistry between you two - in a positive way, of course. Which is a bonus point and the missing piece of the puzzle, because now you have the proof you’re compatible under every single aspect. 

You quickly fix yourselves up - tucks himself back in his boxers and buttons his jeans up, and you slide your dress over the curve of your ass as he puts his shirt back on. You know he’s probably embarrassed to say something now, so you decide to be the one to break the ice by cupping his face and placing your lips on his. 

“Now we can go to your place.”, you nuzzle your nose with his. 

He’s grinning like crazy as he moves the chair that’s blocking the door, ready to exit the room and the club with you, intertwining his fingers with yours. As he opens the door, tho, he’s met with the very unpleasant look on the janitor’s face. 

“Oops.”

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Fuck, Mingi 🥵😵‍💫

@senpai-of-doom mingi????? MINGI?!!??! You’re welcome

Mingi loves the way you bounce on his cock, every time his balls slap against your clit drives him further to fuck you even harder—to make you scream louder, to make you claw the sheets above you harder, to watch as your eyes roll back and you panting as you cream all over his cock.

Fuck, he loves it so much. He adores the control he has over you, making sure you submit to him like the good girl you are.

“Mingi, mingi, mingi”, you’re calling his name like a mantra, fighting hopelessly to regain your sanity. Your eyes are wet with tears as Mingi pounds into you like it’s the last time he’s seeing you, and every time his cockhead pounds against your cervix, your mind goes even more blank.

“Dick so good that you can’t even form sentences?” Mingi teases, watching the way your mouth hangs open, no words forming. You look so fucked out from the pleasure that Mingi knows he literally fucked you dumb.

He pulls out, the tip of his cock head thick with your cream and his precum. He kneels and towers over you—knees by each of your side, essentially trapping you underneath him as he forces you to watch him fuck his hand, the wet, squelching sounds accompanying the way his cock grows harder with every pump, the mixture of you and his fluids dripping right on your skin. You stare at this cock, licking your lips.

Mingi has a crooked smile when you stare up at him through your lashes, with those fucked out eyes he loves, as you stick your tongue out automatically for him to cum all over you. His free hand reaches out and it’s around your throat.

“I’m gonna cum on your pretty little face, princess. Gonna make sure it gets all over you. You’ll be even prettier covered in my cum.”

And he’s groaning as he flicks his wrist even harder, more thick, white slick creaming out of his cockhead. You were getting dizzy from how gorgeous the view is before you, as well as the way Mingi is tightening his grip around your throat.

“Oh, fuck!”

His tense features from chasing his orgasm softens as his eyes roll back, his cum spurting all over your face, as he pushes you into the mattress.

“That’s my doll. That’s my little fucktoy”, he smirks once his gaze lands on you again, milking himself dry, making sure he gets as much of his cum to decorate your pretty face.

His hand releases your throat and you pant, letting the oxygen enter your system. But his hands cup your jaw, and he has his lips devouring yours hungrily, making sure he tastes himself on you.

He pulls back, swipes the corners of his lips with his thumb as his tongue peeks out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

Lord have mercy 🥵😳

had to make a gif about it. jesus. bring that fit back.

me with xue yang from the untamed 🥴

yes hes my comfort character, and yes he does beat the shit out of people. he multitasks idk