Can You Believe He Just Looks Like That Irl?

can you believe he just looks like that irl?

credit: @/xiaogongzhu_99 on twt

Thinking of yandere!seokjin— he can’t let you go

pairing: jin x f.reader

genre: yandere | smut +18 minors DNI

tw: toxic, manipulative behaviour

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

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yandere!seokjin who catches you staring at him. the sea of people that surrounds you stop existing once his eyes meet yours. the desire to make you his only grows— he has to have you.

yandere!seokjin who compulsively lies about his intentions with you. he seems to always be around when you need a helping hand. he will patiently wait until you fall for him, and when you do, he is never letting go.

yandere!seokjin who spoils you with gifts. big, small, anything—you got it! anything for his precious sweetheart. oh but he will guilt-trip you into fucking later. “didn’t you like what I got you, my sweet? you did? show me how much… I can fuck your lovely face all night long”.

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as punishment. “oooh you were out with your little friends weren’t you— you had fun? more fun than when you’re with me?” he fucks you so incredibly good that all you can do is whisper I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry as his cock stretches you out perfectly. bringing you so close to cumming all over him but— “little whores and liars like you don’t to cum”

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as a reward. “you looked so pretty in there… was that all for me?” two of his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you in the back of the car. his driver playing fool as you are about to cum on your lover’s fingers. yes yes all for you is all that you mumble against his plump lips that kiss you so fervently. “be good and cum for me… you will be cumming all night, sweetheart”

yandere!seokjin who gets extremely anxious when he has to spend the night without you, he has cameras all around your luxurious house. he needs to keep an eye on his sweetheart. the night hours pass and he watches you intently on his phone screen, how you are unable to sleep so you find your favourite sex toy to pleasure you. he takes his cock out of his pants and rapidly strokes it to catch up and cum with you “y-you better not think that toy is better than m-me… fuck, when I’m back home I’ll fuck you so good you will only be able to say my name— ahh” and he cums, thinking fucking about you dumb.

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kinktober - day seven

kink: sensory deprivation with felix

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. use of blindfolds, new kink, unprotected sex.

felix is the one that brings it up, which surprises you because you’re usually the one that brings new things to the bedroom for the two of you to try. he’s a little shy about it, turning his computer screen towards you subtly and waiting for you to look up from your phone to notice. 

“ooh, kinky,” you tease when you see the page he has open, sex toys and furniture littering the screen with outrageous prices screaming out at you. “i thought you were gaming.”

“i was,” he whines a bit, sulking in the way he does when you poke fun at him. “but i was also thinking. about trying something new?”

“what were you thinking of baby?” your voice goes a little softer, warmth bubbling up in you as you sneak an arm around his so you can hold onto his bicep. 

“there’s this blindfold,” he starts, hovering his mouse over a silky piece of red fabric. “i was thinking i could use it on you? i think it would be really sexy.”

he doesn’t ask if it’s something that you would want to do, but the unspoken question is present in his words. you’re both good at maintaining your boundaries, both during sex and not, and the trust that you hold for each other is something you’re forever grateful for. 

“i’ve never considered it, but i would love to try it,” you lean closer to the screen, checking out the blindfold. “but this one’s really expensive. we can just use an eye mask or something, no?”

“i want to get this one,” he presses, sounding firm. “it’s made of this special material that doesn’t bother your skin, and the reviews say it’s really easy to untie if you need to do it quickly.” 

“you’ve put some thought into this, hmm?” you sneak your hand lower, fingers brushing at his waist. 

“yeah,” he breathes out, turning towards you to press his lips against yours. he bites at your lower lip, a quick thing, but you don’t let him pull away. you swing a leg over his, stomach swooping a bit when his gaming chair dips backwards with your combined weight. the blindfold is forgotten, for now. 

until it arrives in the mail, weeks later. the little package is addressed to him, but you recognize the name on the return address as the website he was looking at, so you rip it open and inspect it. it comes in a little satin bag, and when you open the drawstring it’s almost like you’re unwrapping something made of gold. the blindfold is nice though, the material soft and pliable against your fingers, and you hold it up to your cheek just to see what it would feel like. 

“it’s here?” he appears behind you, smirking when he sees it pressed up to your face. he doesn’t tease you for it now, but you know he’s tucking that information somewhere into his head to bring back later. 

“yes, can we use it now?” you’re a little surprised by how eager you are, but you can’t deny that the thought of having your sight taken away while felix ravishes you hasn’t left your mind since he brought it up. you thought that you would look a little sexier when it happened, maybe wearing your red lingerie set to complement the fabric, but right now you couldn’t care less that you were in leggings and an old t-shirt, not even a bra on. 

“you don’t have to ask me twice,” he plucks the blindfold from your hands and drags you to the bedroom, pushing you to sit at the foot of the bed. 

he’s so gentle when he ties the silky fabric around your head, making sure it’s not too tight on your eyes and that your hair doesn’t get tangled into the knot he’s making. it sets you completely at ease, any lingering anxiety that was present drifting away along with your sight. even your excitement seems dulled with the blanket of peace that’s settled over you. 

“okay?” his voice is almost deeper like this, your inability to see his lips moving in front of you making the sound more intense. 

“more than okay,” you say, knowing that he likes verbal affirmations at times like this. 

“i’m going to take your shirt off now, alright?” and even with the warning, you jump when his hands touch your waist, dipping against your skin as he peels your shirt off. it almost slides the blindfold off at it goes over your head, but he holds it in place, cradling the back of your head carefully. 

you knew that this would be different, but nothing could have prepared you for every brush of his skin against yours feeling like licks of fire dancing on your body. he takes off your sweatpants with the same amount of care, dragging them along with your panties down your legs until you’re left completely bare on the bed. the comforter feels so solid under your thighs, even the air seems hard where it’s touching you from every possible angle. he gently pushes you to lay down, warm hand on your back keeping you from falling too quickly.

there’s a rustle of sound to your left, and when he comes back and kneels over you he’s naked. he took off his clothes, your head feels the need to narrate what you can’t see happening. you wish you could see him, look into his eyes that you knew were filled with fondness as he runs his hands up and down your sides. he stops at your breasts, cupping one in his hand and running his thumb over your nipple. you can’t control the gasp that leaves you - you’ve felt this exact sensation before, but right now it feels different. it’s not the same as when you close your eyes when you’re overwhelmed, because at least then you can still see the kaleidoscope colors behind your lids. your entire field of vision is pitch black now, no matter where you look it’s planes of nothing. 

he leans forward and kisses you, and every nerve ending in your face lights up in pleasure. he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip before pulling away, and you chase his lips with a whine, blindly reaching out for him. 

“naughty,” he teases, voice rumbling against your ears. “next time i might have to tie you up.”

“oh,” you breathe out, his words sending a rush of heat to your core. 

“you would like that, wouldn’t you?” his words are warm on your skin. “you love being here like this, at my mercy for me to do whatever i want to you.”

“lix,” you whine, the need to have him as close as possible to you stronger than it ever has been. he crawls off of you, leaving you defeated on the mattress, another whine bubbling up in your throat until you feel something soft and wet stripe across your inner thigh.

his tongue. 

he presses feather light kisses to your thighs, further and further up until he reaches your pussy and his hands come into play to spread your folds apart to make room. he dives in hungrily, just an ounce of your desperation showing in him as he laps at you with urgency. it’s a sharp contrast between the gentleness he had been touching you with earlier, and you can’t stop your hips from bucking up into his face. 

“felix - lix-” you stutter out, head whipping to the side to try and hide your face. your head hits nothing, the pillow you thought was there was out of sight, literally, and a tear escapes your eye and seeps into the blindfold. you’re so overwhelmed.

“what baby?” the deepness of his voice radiates against your skin, you swear you can feel it against your clit and your entire body squirms. you need him inside of you, now, you can’t take it anymore.

“please lix,” desperation lines your words. “want your cock.”

“my baby is so polite,” he coos at you, tracing his fingers up your inner thigh towards your pussy. sensitive. “saying please while she’s asking for cock.”

you might have been embarrassed about the sound you let out any other day, but right now all you could think about was how badly you wanted him.

“okay, sweetheart,” he relents, pulling his fingers back. “do you want my cock in your mouth or in your cunt?” 

“cunt, please,” it was almost an impossible choice, but with the way your walls were clenching in on nothing you didn’t think you could survive without something inside of you. 

he enters you slowly, letting you feel every inch of his cock dragging against your walls until he’s bottomed out. he didn’t prep you, but with the way your spit-mixed slick is dripping into the bedsheets the glide is perfect. he cradles your face as he moves, pressing kisses to your forehead to soothe you, his hair tickling the sides of your face. you feel so strung out even though you haven’t come yet, like you’ve been running a marathon non-stop with no end in sight. 

“you feel so good, so tight,” felix groans, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, drawing a choked gasp from you. “i wish you could see yourself, god, you look divine.”

“ngh,” is all you can let out as he starts fucking into you, holding you as close as possible to him as he rocks the two of you back and forth. the headboard hits the wall in time with your heart, the sounds invading all of your senses along with the drag of his cock inside of you.

his hands flutter from squeezing at your sides to your tits, tickling at your skin as they travel up and down, up and down. you can feel the drool pooling up in your open mouth, aborted sounds leaving your throat as he hits the same spot inside of you that sends rumbles up your entire spine, over and over and over. one of his hands tangles into your hair, right above where the blindfold was tied, and the other sneaks past your lower belly towards your swollen clit. he swipes his tongue through it and you jerk under him; he shushes you, not pausing his evened thrusts for a single moment. 

“come for me,” he says, ripping off the blindfold, and even with the darkness in the room you come with sparks flying through your eyes as your vision returns, his eyes flooding your sight as he looks into yours. he kisses you, holding your head close as he buries himself deep inside of you, emptying into you with a groan against your lips. you close your eyes, bursts of color dancing behind your lids. 

he slumps into you, both of you breathing hard as you come down. he strokes the side of your face, brushing away the hair that had sweat-matted against your temples from the blindfold. 

“was that okay?” he asks, the timidnes returning from days before, the thing he didn’t let you see when he was taking care of you. 

“god, felix,” you sigh, turning your body a bit so that you were laying side by side, facing each other. “that was amazing. i didn’t know i would like it that much. it was so overwhelming, but in a good way, you know?”

“yeah,” he smiles at you, warm and gooey and soft around the edges. he pulls you in for another kiss, sweet as candy, just like him.

This was fkdjshajwhwksjslwjalla ❤️‍🔥

Familiarity

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut (first one so please be kind!), friends to lovers

warnings: sub!yunho, reader has fem!anatomy, alcohol, intoxicated handjob (don't drink and fuck, kids), a pinch of cnc, yunho cums in his pants oop-, one swear word

author's note: basically i had a dream about making yunho cum in his pants and so i wrote about it. no but seriously, this man has not left my head since this fucking dream. he is bEgging to be my bias and i am tired😭 anyways, enjoy!

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The mindless babbling of the series that was running on the TV in front of you echoed around the small apartment living room. Small, but familiar. Comfortable. Safe, despite the ringing of police sirens travelling through the cracked window sounding a little too close. Nights like these very quickly became the highlight of your week after you and Yunho moved away from your shared hometown. University was new. Being an adult was daunting. However, you could always count on finding a piece of solace in the dim golden hue saturating his living room at 2am. That was precisely the reason why you had repressed the feelings you held for him, clipped the wings of the butterflies residing in your stomach, longer than you could keep track of. Losing this refuge was a price you couldn't afford to pay. And so, you kept quiet.

You brought your can of cheap cider up to your lips, expecting a mouthful of the tangy liquid to coat your tongue but instead being disappointed with a few measly bubbles.

"I'm going to get another drink," you looked over at the man sitting on the sofa with you as you stood up. Clad in a black hoodie and some grey sweatpants you were sure he must have dug out from the bottom of his closet, his long legs were spread wide whilst he lounged on the backrest. "Would you like anything?"

"Another soju would be great, thanks," he requested, giving you a small smile as his eyes flitted between you and the TV screen.

A short walk to the kitchen and the pop of a cider can later, you were on your endeavour back to the sofa. Yunho had changed from his previously crass sitting position into a more modest one, a pillow now on his legs that he hugged close to himself. The TV screen seemed to be playing a sex scene, complete with obnoxious moaning that would only be found in unrealistic porn videos, along with the repeated sound of a bed creaking that only grated your ears slightly.

Paying no mind to the lewd happenings on the TV, you handed Yunho his bottle, a small 'thank you' being muttered by him as he stared at the coffee table in front of him. You noticed shades of pink had bloomed across his ears and the apples of his cheeks, inevitably chalking it up to the alcohol he had been consuming.

You sat down, inviting the liquid from the can into your mouth and being content with the quiet static that it played in your mind. The sofa cushion next to you shuffled. Yunho cleared his throat as the moans from the scene seemed to be getting progressively louder and more obscene. Another shuffle. The actress who was shown with her hair mussed and mouth open was nearing her perfectly rehearsed climax. Another shuffle. The cacophony of grunts and groans came to a peak then suddenly died down, signalling the end of the on-screen characters' ecstasy. A fourth shuffle.

"Can you stop moving?" You finally snapped at Yunho, not being able to withstand the sudden restlessness that surged through him. You shot him a glare, and he stared back at you with an expression akin to that of a deer in headlights. The minimal light in the room still managed to showcase the bright red that tinted his cheeks and neck, contrasting greatly with the whites of his knuckles as he gripped onto the pillow in his lap as if it were his final lifeline. His chest heaved slightly, and you couldn't help but find the rhythmic rise and fall enchanting to look at.

Your gaze travelled downwards when he didn't reply to your complaint. You would have missed it if you had blinked. Maybe it would have been better that way. But something had you thanking the heavens above that you caught the slight upward movement of his hips, his crotch pressing into the underside of the pillow.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you immediately tore them away from the admittedly captivating image. "Oh," was all you could mutter out as you stared at the carpet under your feet.

"I-I'm so sorry," Yunho stammered out, feeling an intense embarrassment. "I can't help it."

You should have reprimanded yourself for finding the slight tinge of desperation that was laced within his words attractive. But the alcohol that surged through your veins and clouded your mind blocked out the criticism. You looked up at him again, hand seemingly moving of its own accord as you reached out to strip the cover that the pillow was providing.

A small breath of air you didn't realise you were holding released past your lips as you laid eyes on the tent in Yunho's sweatpants. You felt an ache between your legs, instinctively rubbing your thighs together to feel some form of friction. Snapping your gaze up from his crotch, you noticed him looking at you with hooded eyes, all but devouring you with a lust-ridden stare. The tension in the room was starting to become unbearable, and you were painfully aware of how wet your underwear was becoming. All rationality was starting to slip away the longer you felt his eyes on you. Reaching out, you placed your hand on his thigh and squeezed gently, instantly being rewarded by a slight jolt and sharp inhale.

"Can I help?" you whispered, terrified that you would immediately damage the foundation of your friendship if the words were uttered any louder. A barrage of emotions flicked through Yunho's eyes, but none were as strong as the deep desire he felt.

"Please."

You wasted no time in climbing onto his lap the second the word fell from his lips. Strong hands pulled you closer, a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue following soon after as your fingers raked through his hair, tugging at the strands and eliciting a moan that you swallowed greedily. He was everywhere at once, occupying all of your senses until you found it difficult to imagine a life void of his scent, his taste, his touch. His tight grip dug into the sides of your hips, fingers sliding under the edge of your top and sparking white-hot electricity as his skin came into contact with yours. Oxygen spilled into your lungs as your lips parted, Yunho's hooded eyes looking at you and pleading for you to grant him pleasure.

The feeling of the fabric of his hoodie passed under your palms as you directed your hands downwards. Hesitation suddenly overwhelmed you, hands stalling at the waistband of his sweatpants. You were mere inches away from throwing away a beautiful bond you both had built over the years; a single touch away from changing the relationship you shared permanently. No matter how deep you had pushed down your feelings for Yunho, they still existed. But uncertainty invaded your mind whenever you thought about what it meant for your closeness.

"Y/N," Your eyes shot up to his face as he whimpered, being met with glassy eyes and mussed hair. You wondered how he could already look so fucked out after just a taste of your lips. "Just touch me."

At that moment, it was as if every word that he uttered held a degree of power over you. He could have told you to bring him the stars and you would have tried your best to climb up and pluck the brightest one from the heavens. Inhaling shakily, you finally palmed him through his sweatpants. You saw his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment at the contact, relief and pleasure washing over his features. But his gaze was back on you afterward, making you feel like you had no choice but to bear each and every secret you held for him to see. Physically, you might have been the one in charge, but he held reign over your thoughts and could have made you unravel with just a look.

The friction of his clothing felt like heaven to Yunho as you worked your hand on him, the room quickly being encompassed by the soundscape of his moans and pants. Even through the fabric, you could feel he was big. Your core throbbed at the thought of being full of him and having him reach depths inside you that you weren't aware existed. A few strands of dark hair stuck to his forehead as his chest heaved up and down. The blush you had seen dyeing the skin on his neck red was now deeper, and the sudden desire to touch it had you wrapping your hand around his throat.

"So pretty for me," you whispered, coaxing out a deep groan followed by a smaller whine from him. His hand found the wrist that was working him, a look of desperation now present in his irises instead of the shade of dominance they held earlier. His resolve seemed to be slipping.

"Gonna cum," he whimpered, voice shaky and strained. The thought of stopping your actions and having him spill inside you crossed your mind. But you were enjoying the evidence of the effect you had on him and his body. You could feel his fingers tremble on your wrist, tightening in an effort to restrict your movements. The rhythm of his pulse beat erratically under your fingers curled around his throat, showcasing you had him in the palm of your hands. Seeing this side of him entranced you. And you desperately wanted to tip him over the edge into euphoria.

Your hand continued stroking Yunho. "Good."

His eyes widened. "No, please, wanna be inside you," he begged, but to no avail.

"But I like seeing you like this," you replied. "I wanna make you cum in your pants."

Yunho's eyes rolled back at your teasing words, his head thrown back and mouth open in a silent moan. His voice climbed up a couple of pitches as the knot in his stomach came closer to snapping. "Fuck, please, no—"

His body shook under you as he fell headfirst into his orgasm, deep moans of your name along with a string of curse words following soon after. The grey fabric of his sweatpants darkened as his cum leaked out into them, leaving a sticky mess on his crotch that you were proud to have created. Peppering small kisses over his slick skin, you allowed him to catch his breath.

"You did so well for me," you whispered, your head coming to rest on his chest as your arms wrapped around his waist. Shivers ran through your body as his fingers traced up and down the length of your spine. He hummed, the vibrations reverberating through his chest.

You could hear the soft thumping of his heartbeat; a new addition to the sound of the TV series that had been long forgotten, as well as the occasional car that passed by on the street outside. It was new. Unfamiliar. But it still carried the air of comfort and safety you had grown to love about being with Yunho.

You felt him rest his lips on the crown of your head, a kiss being placed on your hair before he spoke. "Can we stay like this?"

You knew his mind well enough to know he wasn't referring to the physical position you laid in, but the emotional one instead. You allowed your mind to ponder the idea of a romance with Yunho. Neglecting these feelings seemed less appealing to you as you lay in his arms, surrounded by the soft hue of a lamp. And the possibility of your hearts being locked together not only excited you, but also made sense. You welcomed the change, looking forward to accepting it into the familiar routine both of you had created.

"Always."

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hard thoughts on yeosang just because…

pairing: yeosang x f.reader

genre: smut | +18 MDNI

a/n: just thoughts… this is pure ✨fiction✨

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yeosang who delicately reaches to your lower back, gracing his fingers on your soft skin. tempting. as he gives you the sweetest of smiles. wicked, really, because what’s he is about to do to you is anything but sweet nor innocent.

yeosang is patient. so he gently grabs your face with one hand, your back against the wall. eyes on him. he needs to you say it. your words ignite him, fuelling his desire. “my love, I need to hear you… what is it that you want? —me? how bad do you want me? hmmm, keep talking… I’m yours.”

yeosang starts kissing you softly. lips on yours, soft as a petal. you feel him smile when you deepen the kiss, pulling him towards you. his lips parting to lock with yours. your cunt getting wet when he moans into your mouth, his tongue urgent clashing with yours… a preview of how he plans to use it later to pleasure you even more.

yeosang doesn’t rush because he needs time to fuck you right, kiss every square inch of you, hear the little moans as his mouth travels south of your body. “you like it when I kiss you here? and here? —I’m gonna make you see stars” so he fucks you with his tongue and fingers until you do… twice.

yeosang loves manhandling you. he throws you on the bed and moves you around grabbing your arms, hips, legs… he pins your arms on top of your head with one of his hands as the other one grabs your face. his cock, thick, fucking you so good that when you cum you see white. your expression alone triggers his own orgasm and he cums and cums and cums. “sh-shit… love, I’m— ah, ah, ah…” his moans getting higher.

yeosang looks at you, makeup ruined, messy hair, big smile. he did that, and it is the prettiest, hottest sight ever. he reaches for your hand and kisses it only to lower it to his cock that’s already getting hard again. “would you make me yours again?”

THE WAY THIS FED MY DELULU BRAIN 😵‍💫🙃

promise? - park seonghwa

“p-promise me you’ll be home before m-midnight” you try so hard to elaborate your words rolling your eyes because of the intense pleasure you were feeling, seonghwa’s hips hitting your ass aggressively while he fucks you in doggy, all you can feel is his nails digging in your skin as the juice drips down your thighs between you two.

“i promise” he paints reaching for his release, the pace becoming faster as you feel his cum filling you inside. you came seconds after feeling him milking you and after hearing his whines calling your name so smoothly and whispering the words i love you. he gently kisses your ass before getting up to fix his suit and his hair in the full-body mirror you had in your living room.

seonghwa was late for his schedule and it was a fact. he had a red carpet to attend with the rest of ateez but when he was leaving the apartment all dressed up in an all-black suit, a single earring on his ear and his blonde hair slicked back you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. in the end, it ended up like this, you in your pijamas, ass up, face down right there on the sofa while your fancy boyfriend fucked the soul out of you in a quickie before he go.

“how do i know you’re telling the truth, tho? last time you said the same thing and got home drunk at 6am” you ask sitting on the sofa, fixing your clothes too, breathing heavily and a little upset if you’re being honest.

“pinky promise?” he smiles and gives you his pinky to seal the promise.

you laugh, rolling your eyes and gives him yours.

promise sealed.

“i’ll put a fucking baby in you tonight and make you my baby mama if you want to” he says “just wait for me, please” he kisses you on the lips, a passionate kiss that reminds you you’re his and all you can feel is goosebumps from his words.

“just go already” you smile, bitting your lips as you see him disappearing behind the door.

a couple of hours later, you’re watching the tv waiting for the red carpet and for seonghwa, you can’t wait to see him looking that hot. you’re getting wet just with the thought of him fucking you dumb again when he gets home later.

after a moment, ateez appears and they look gorgeous, you’re so excited and proud of them. your heart is racing waiting for the camera to show seonghwa, he’s almost the last one, but when you see him looking directly into the camera and blinking, you knew. it was for you. he really promised this time.

oh my god you thought. pussy clenching. he definitely putting a baby in me tonight…