I Yes To Everything.

I— yes to everything.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 13

[day thirteen: creampie]

pairing: seokjin x reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

notes: smut straight under the cut

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You press your face further into the mattress, back arched and Jin’s name slipping of your tongue as he thrusts into you—lewd as your pussy squelches with every wet smack of his hips to your ass. Cock coated creamy with your arousal, clinging to his shaft.

Your fingers pull at the sheets when his fingers dig into the meat of your hips, tugging you backwards on his cock, angled ever so deliciously. Cockhead pressing over your sweet spot.

“Good girl” he groans, lithe fingers pulling your ass cheeks apart, watching as your pussy swallows his length. Thick cock pulling you open, moulded for him and him only.

You moan at his praise, hips pressing backwards to meet him with every thrust, greedy fingers slipping down the sheets, pressing over your mound. You gather your arousal, slicking your clit up as your thumb thrums over the little bud, pussy clenching around Jin’s cock as pleasure slips down the length of your body. The greedy sort of arousal that has you so desperate for the perfect release.

“Want me to cum inside of you?” he grunts, fingers still dimpling your skin, getting that little bit tighter when you clench around him again, “Yeah? You like the sound of that?” he presses.

You hear it before you feel the prickly pain that spreads over your right ass cheek, skin flushing red as he bring his hands down once more.

“Want me to soil your little pussy? Mark it as my own?”

You moan at that, clit throbbing at the thought of his cum painting your walls, so much of it spilling past your walls. Pussy messy with a mixture of your release.

“Please” you whine, hands fumbling to find his hips, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh as you urge him to thrust into you.

“Please, what?” he grunts, particularly hard thrust making your mouth fall open in a silent moan, jittery pleasure causing another wave of slick to leak out of your cunt, slipping down your thighs.

“Want your cum” you moan, eyes squeezing shut as he presses the tip of his cock over that little spot that has stars glittering behind your eyes, toes tingling and stomach tensing as you press further and further towards your orgasm.

His hand lands another slap to your ass, skin flushing red, “Yeah?”

You nod, cheek rubbing against the sheets as you gasp for breath, fingers finding your clit as you tug yourself towards the edge, closer as Jin speeds up his thrusts, skin sweat-sticky each time his body presses against your own.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” he asks, hands pressing on your lower back, arching you that little bit more.

You can barely find the words to reply, brain lust dumb as you creep closer to the edge, coils wound up tight in your stomach, so so so close.

You feel Jin’s cock twitch, guttural groan vibrating from his chest as he blankets over you. Pressing over your back as he cums, white painting your walls.

You moan, tipping over the edge of your own orgasm at the spurts of his release, mental image of him cumming inside of you enough to tip you over the edge entirely. Mind merely focused on the feeling of his seed leaking into your pussy, walls clenching around him as you milk his cock; desperate for everything he had to give you.

He barely pulls his hips out before thrusting back into you, gentle as he drags his cum soaked cock through your pussy, riding out his orgasm.

Your fingers slip away from your clit, more focused on the feeling of Jin inside of you than your own pleasure. You moan when he slips out of you, cunt clenching around nothing, slightly gaping.

You catch sight of Jin over your shoulder, bottom lip tucked between your teeth when his fingers spread your pussy lips, “Push it out for me, wanna see the mess I made” he murmurs, watching as your cunt clenches around nothing. Thick dribble of his cum, slipping past your walls.

He catches it with his fingers before it can drip onto the sheets, pressing it back inside of you.

You reach down beneath your body, your own fingers slipping into your pussy as you smear his cum over your folds, clit throbbing with arousal as you press his cum back into you.

“One more time” you beg, hips shaking a little in temptation, “Wanna be full of your cum”

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your thigh, “Gonna have to keep you plugged up with my cum inside of you one day”

You press your fingers further into your pussy, stopping any of his seed from leaking out as your clench at the mere idea of it.

Found your blog on a recommendation for Whose Idea Was It, Though? It was so good. I kinda wish it was a longer one shot. I'm so curious to see all the annoying things he did to her that led up to her taking him as her plus one. For being super annoying, he sure is hot!!

Omggg hiiii darling! Thank you so much the feedback. It makes me really happy you enjoyed this fic. Actually, that would be so great! The brain is thinking things. I would gladly be writing more to this…maybe even their first date (;

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Hyunjin | Super Bowl Jacket Shooting

Silk and Fire - Chapter 1

Read more about the series and find updates here (;

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.

status: ongoing

warnings: mentions of anxiety

wc: 1.7k words

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing. 

“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh. 

“I am just being honest”. 

Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day. 

In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7. 

“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin. 

You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump. 

“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…” 

Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you. 

“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?” 

“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him. 

You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair. 

“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere. 

By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Are you close? 

Hello!???? 

I’m freaking out please, are you ok? 

You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence. 

I’ll be there in 5. 

You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance. 

“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens. 

A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours. 

“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly. 

His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance. 

“You need to step back.” 

You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees. 

“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.” 

You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it. 

“Are you okay?” 

And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place. 

“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.

So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips. 

“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick. 

Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue. 

“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator. 

The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run. 

“Thank you!” you yell. 

Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love. 

You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late. 

“You look beautiful,” you hug her. 

“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes. 

“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.” 

“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.” 

You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them. 

“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes. 

“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you. 

“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…” 

Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety. 

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,” 

“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match. 

Namjoon gives you a quizzical look. 

“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,” 

“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life. 

“It did happen, Jin,” 

“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks. 

“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute. 

“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even. 

“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds. 

Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile. 

“You are here,” he says. 

“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused. 

“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey. 

“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine.  “Thank you, again.” 

“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.

Shock. 

“Excuse me?” 

“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.” 

Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man. 

“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”

SKZ Changbin hard thoughts…

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

because youuuu voted for pussydrunk!changbin and my mind went places…

pussydrunk!changbin who can’t properly focus at dance rehearsal because all he can think of is you. you. you. the tiny whimpers you make as he kisses his way south of your body.

pussydrunk!changbin who just had to take a break, go to the restroom and see all the pictures he has taken of you. legs spread, pussy coated in your sweet sweet arousal. before he know it he is fisting his cock, spitting on it to make it slick. but nothing will ever compare to you. he cums but it’s not the same. he wants you. he needs you.

pussydrunk!changbin who according to him, gives you subtle hints that he wants you “sweetheart you want some ice cream?” his eyes on you as his tongue licks the ice cream ball. your immediate reaction is to close your legs. how dare he do this to you in public?

pussydrunk!changbin who sees you fresh out of the shower wearing only your bathrobe. he showers you with compliments and sits you on the kitchen table. you protest when he parts your legs, but his mouth waters when he sees your bare cunt and you can’t deny it turns you on. “i want every single drop of your cum on my face, on my tongue. let me make you feel real good” he slowly licks a stripe and finishes by sucking your clit. “so fucking sweet”.

pussydrunk!changbin favourite thing to do is be inside you. your perfect tight little cunt swallowing his whole cock. taking him so so sooo fucking good. his brain just has the capacity of thinking how good you feel. how warm you are. how wet you are. “i love being inside you, fucking you just like this— ah—you like that sweetheart? you like that? yes, it feels so sssssoooo sssoooo good… i’m not gonna last long”.

pussydrunk!changbin fucks yet another orgasm out of you, but he wants more. he goes down on you and you can’t help but squirm. the overstimulation is a lot. “relax, relax, my sweetheart” he lazily laps his tongue on your entrance. then slowly his tongue fucks you and the feeling is ecstatic. with his thumb he begins to touch your clit softly as his other hand works on himself. “so pretty… you” lick “are” lick “amazing… you taste amazing…” and your pussy clenches while he praises you. now his fingers move to your entrance. he pushes two digits inside and curls them. you, a babbling mess squirt all over his face. “such a pretty mess, my sweetheart, i swear i can eat you out forever”.

lord have mercy… 💚😵‍💫🔥

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