New Chapter Is Out, Lovelies

new chapter is out, lovelies♥️

Silk and Fire

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: you seem to have the perfect relationship, but everything changes when a 'stranger' saves you from a revolving door

status: in progress

warnings: this fic will include smut and cheating. any other warnings will be included in each chapter.

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

also english is not my first language

enjoy! (;

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

pro tip

ur friends don't hate you

nobody is secretly mad at you

you have anxiety and that's ok you are loved

I died… 😵🥴 I just— I…

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 5

[day five: praise kink]

pairing: yoongi x f.reader

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

notes: smut starts straight under the cut

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“Good girl, that’s it” Yoongi’s head tips back, your lips tightening around his cock, cheeks hollowing.

His hips stutter forwards, tip of his cock pressing into the back of your throat.

You gag around his length, drool slipping down your chin—saliva slipping down his balls.

His fingers slip over the back of your head, pressing his cock a little further down your throat. You swallow, blinking up at him through your lashes, tears clinging to your waterline.

“So pretty” he coos, “so pretty and all for me. Don’t force yourself, love” he murmurs when you try and swallow the final inch of his cock down your throat.

Your pussy clenches at his praise, hand releasing its grip on Yoongi’s thigh, pressing over your stomach and down past the waistband of your panties.

Your hips stutter when you graze over your clit, moan clawing up your throat, vibration sending a new wave of pleasure down Yoongi’s body.

Your nose presses against his stomach as you swallow the final inch, shaky breath tickling his skin when you hold yourself there. Your tongue laves over the underside of his cock, head pulling back slightly to press your tongue under his cockhead, prodding where you know had his thighs tensing.

Yoongi pulls you back off his cock, a line of spit connects your lips to the tip, tongue prodding against his slit to swallow down his precum. Almost bitter, but entirely addicting as your lips suckle for more.

You look up at him from where you’re sat on the floor, hand still stuffed down your panties. Yoongi catches sight of this, smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You needly little thing” his fingers wrap around his cock, your mouth opening, tongue falling flat past your lips.

He smears the tip of his cock over your tongue, precum dribbling into your mouth. He presses his cock into your cheek, watching it bulge before he presses back into your mouth.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” he watches down the line of his body, eyes trained on your pussy as you thrum over your clit behind the shield of your underwear.

You rock your hips forward, spit coating Yoongi’s cock as you lose yourself to the pleasure.

“That’s it” he groans, rutting his cock up into your mouth, “so good for me”

You choke around his length, pulling away from him to heave a long breath. Swallowing the saliva that had gathered under your tongue, still salty-bitter with the taste of his cock.

His fingers wrap around his length, thumb running under the head. You watch his eyebrows furrow in pleasure, stomach tensing when he peeks an eye open, watching you kneel on the floor.

“Come on, pretty. Play with yourself for me”

You pull the crotch of your panties to the side, letting him get a glimpse of your soaked pussy as you push a finger past your walls.

You spread your legs open a little wider, trying to match his pace as he jerks himself off.

“Yoongi” you moan, slipping a second finger into your pulsing cunt.

“Yeah?” he groans, “You close?”

You nod, hand hooking underneath one of your thighs to keep it spread open, “M’ close, wanna cum please” your hips rut upwards, clit dragging against your palm—pleasure radiating throughout your body. Arousal seeping past your walls.

“Yeah? My sweet girl wants to cum?” he taunts, foot pushing your legs open a little wider. Slick cunt glistening from the light of the lamp, so wet, so pretty, all just for Yoongi.

“Yeah” you nod, breathless.

“What do we say?” he taunts, watching the way you swallow down a moan, so close to tipping over the edge, staving off your orgasm until he tells you to cum. Always so pretty and perfect for him.

“Please” you whine, fingers wet, squelching with every curl against your sweet spot.

“My good girl” he hums, hand speeding up around his cock, “cum for me”

Your orgasm ripples through you, hiccup of a sob slipping off your tongue as your fingers continue to press into your walls, nudging against your sweet spot, desperate as you grind your clit against your palm.

You barely register Yoongi grabbing you by the back of your neck, stuffing your open mouth with his cock as his fingers pull the corners of your mouth.

Your tongue presses over his cock, feeling it twitch before he shoots his seed down your throat. Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking as your tongue prods at his slit, milking him of everything he has to offer.

You moan around his length when another wave of cum shoots into your mouth, you pull back for a moment, lips parted for him to see his own release painting your tongue before your lips wrap back around his cock.

Your clit throbs as he looks down at you, mouth stuffed with his cock, “My good girl”

*high-pitch screaming* 🔥😩

"Fuck it"

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi are friends, but if he wants more than that?

Warnings: swearing, very suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Tbh, I wrote this after a couple glasses of wine and got a little carried away(sorry, not sorry?) I hope you like it tho!

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“Would you just scoot over?!”

“Nope.”

“There’s no more room to sit!”

“Not my problem.”

“Yoongi!”

Yoongi might have been your best friend, but god was he a pain in the ass sometimes.

You stood staring down at him as he sat, or rather sprawled, across the tiny wicker bench. You’d both decided to duck out onto the balcony of the release party for one of his members, intending for a few minutes of peace to catch your breath, but as usual, you just ended up bickering.

“If you don’t move, I will sit on you.” You warned him.

“Fine.” He replied, calling your bluff.

Without breaking eye contact, you plopped yourself down on his lap, making sure he felt every bit of your weight.

“Comfy?” You asked, hearing him grunt from the impact.

“Mhm.” He said, unbothered as he hooked his arms around you back so you wouldn’t fall off balance.

In truth, this wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the two of you, much to the surprise of all your other friends. For someone who claimed not to care much for physical contact or skinship, Yoongi always seemed to be willing to grant you an exception, hanging onto your hand in crowded places or sharing seats with you, like now.

You were always the exception for him, though, able to convince him to do things that he can’t say he would do for anyone else.

Over the course of your friendship, you’d come to be each other’s centerpoints in the universe. He’d been your rock when you needed him, coming over when you’d text him late at night, just to sit with you while you cried over some asshole that never even deserved you in the first place. You’d looked after him when he overworked and didn’t take care of himself as much as he should.

You’d toed the line between friends and something more for a while now, but had never pressed further, content with the way things were.

He loved you, though he hadn't said it in quite so many words, and that was enough.

Until it wasn’t, like now as you sat so teasingly close, able to feel your warmth against him, smell your perfume, hear the faint stutter in your breath.

“Your hair’s nice like this.” You mused, toying with dark ends of his overgrown locks, seemingly oblivious to the thoughts circling round in his head as he leaned further into your touch.

It was comfortable, too comfortable, one of his hands having come to rest on your thigh, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced back and forth. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to do something, anything, that this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for.

“I can’t do this.” He groaned, pulling away from you suddenly and sitting back.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“I can’t keep sitting here pretending that this is okay, and that I’m…”

He couldn’t look away from you as you stared back at him. And maybe it was the alcohol from earlier clouding his judgement, but he didn’t care anymore, it was now or never.

“Fuck it.”

He leaned in and quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, and then another, and another.

Everything seemed to slow as he pulled back, cautiously gauging your reaction, only to be met by your eyes as clouded over with want as his.

“Why’d you stop?” You whispered.

For half a second, he froze as he stared at you, trying to make sure he heard you correctly and that he wasn’t imagining things. The next second though, he was back on you, connecting his lips to yours with such bruising intensity that you felt like you might actually break.

Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, finding purchase in his hair again and earning a low noise from him that almost sounded like a purr but shifted into a growl when you giggled against his mouth, causing you to separate.

“What are we doing?” You finally had the clarity of thought to ask.

“I don’t know,” He said, breathing ragged, dragging his hands up your sides. “I just know I can’t stand not having you anymore.”

“Then have me.” You whispered, shivering under his touch as you pressed yourself closer to him.

“Fuck,” He gulped. “Let’s get out of here.”

the haaaands the haaaaaandssss omg 😵‍💫🔥♥️

Self-indulgent Seonghwa and his hands gifset

oh… 😵‍💫🔥

kinktober !

kink: tentacles

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

tentacle kink: a sexual interest in tentacles and the imagined creatures that have them.

It had to work. You would die if it didn’t work.

Then again, you’d probably die if it did work. You’re trying to summon Slenderman, after all. No one would understand why except for you. You’ve always had an affinity for all things macabre and dangerous, and maybe you’re a little messed up. After deep diving on Reddit, you were more than dubious that the creature actually existed. You had to find out. You had to see for yourself.

Clearly not that bad, because you hadn’t gone into the woods like they’d told you to online. The October weather was ultimately too cold to be trekking through branches and fallen leaves, even to try and summon your favourite Creepypasta entity - you did the second option instead, drawing a quick symbol on your wall with marker and all of the lights turned out.

The poem felt a little silly coming from your lips, despite Reddit users insisting it’s mandatory for the summoning. It felt even sillier when you stared at the symbol, barely visible through the moonlight flooding in beyond the curtains, but you had to persevere. If he was real, he’d come to your room and meet you. If he was real.

You ended the poem, finally opening your eyes and sighing. You blinked at the wall, quickly looking around the room. What a load of bullshit. Slenderman isn’t real, then. You’d proved it for yourself, and-

“This is fucking ridiculous,” There was a thud behind you, and you spun around on your bed, hazily trying to see who had joined you in your room. You reached over with a squeak, flicking your lamp on. There, in what almost looked like the Slenderman from your dreams - a man, dressed in a suit and dark, ebony hair pushed back from his forehead. He kicked an imaginary stone with his shoe, shoving his broad hands into his pockets and finally looking up at you. He blinked at you a few times, and then raised an eyebrow. “Why are you scared? Did you not ask for this?”

You huffed. “Well, you’re not Slenderman.”

The man groaned, head rolling back. He cracked his neck effortlessly on both sides, and then stared back into your eyes. His gaze was piercing, dark and feeling all too consuming. “I am- I’m like his brother, but not in the way you humans adhere to. He sends me for cases like yours. Minor, petty things.”

“Cases like mine?” You scoffed, resisting the urge to punch the man in his annoyingly attractive face. He wandered over to your desk, wholly unaffected, and started to flick through your diary. “Hey-!”

“Cases like yours,” He repeated, a small smile flickering on his lips at one of the pages. “Sexually charged cases. You are a little fucked up, aren’t you?”

You bristled. You knew exactly what page he was looking at. Your diary was for mundane things, your day-to-day life, but it was also where you detailed your more… late night fantasies. Recently, some rather obscure things had been taking up the majority of your brain, and maybe that’s what had pushed you to summon Slenderman. You’d never admit that, though.

In all honesty, this guy was kind of hot. You weren’t sure if it was the mysterious atmosphere about him, if he was clearly otherworldly judging from his alabaster skin, or if it was his long legs in those suit trousers. If you were of a different state of mind, you’d have believed he was the entity you were trying to reach. There was just one thing.

“Aren’t you a bit short to be related to Slenderman?”

The man stopped. He sighed, and then shut the diary, before turning to you with one long, accusing finger. “First off, I’m not that short. Secondly, I told you, it’s not the same as what you humans think siblings are. Also, I don’t have to prove myself to you.”

You grinned. “You just tried though, right?”

He rolled his eyes, stalking over to the bed. “I think I’ll kill you sooner than I planned. You’re rude.”

“You’re rude too,” You huffed, trying to kick him in the leg from your position on your bed. Instead of catching it with his hands, a pitch-black tentacle sprouted from his back and wrapped around your ankle, effectively pinning it down and rendering you motionless. You gasped, and he raised an eyebrow. “What the-”

“We do have some similarities,” The man began, drawing the tentacle tighter. “We’re of the same species, for one. I suppose I’m not as prestigious as him, but you seem happy enough to have me here, right?”

You blinked. “I would actually prefer if you left, in all honesty.”

“Can’t,” He shrugged, withdrawing the tentacle. Your ankle flopped back to the bed and you grabbed it instinctively, slightly disappointed to feel no traces of the slimy limb. “I need to kill you. It’s in the rulebook, you know? Once you’ve seen one of us, you have to die, or my mission will fail.”

What were you meant to do in this situation? You didn’t really want to die. You hadn’t thought the whole thing through at all. You’d expected to just see traces of the entity, perhaps catch him from the corner of your eye - you were instead left with a sexy long-limbed man standing in front of your bed, basked in the soft orange glow of your bedside lamp.

“Why kill me when you could fuck me instead?” You’d said the first thing that came to mind. The man’s jaw dropped, before it quickly reverted back to normal, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

“You are pretty weird, aren’t you? Unusual. A little fucked up, like I said.”

“That wasn’t a no,” You hummed. The man’s eyes burnt a trail down your legs, exposed in your sleep shorts, and then his eyes were fixated on a patch of skin revealed on your shoulder from where your shirt had slipped to the side. You scoffed, yanking the shirt back into place. “Oh my God, you want to, don’t you?! That’s why you haven’t left!”

He shrugged. “I’ve never fucked a human. It could be fun.”

You blanched. Okay, you hadn’t expected to get this far. After you had, though… Well, he had tentacles. That was something from your deepest, darkest desires, something that you would try to push to the back of your brain and scrunch your eyes shut tightly with your hand shoved down your pyjama trousers. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You were already getting wet, clit throbbing with need.

He started to move towards you. First, it was one knee on the bed, and then the other joined, starting a slow crawl that resulted in his face getting closer. You hadn’t realised you were moving closer, too, and you gulped. “What’s- what’s your name?”

The man chuckled, face only inches from yours now. His face looked young, you noticed, yet his eyes held a wildfire inside as if there was so much you didn’t know. There was so much you wanted to know. “Seungmin.”

You had no time to debate it, because his lips were pressing against yours. They were soft, plush, and you found yourself whimpering into his kiss. He’d effectively shut you up. Without a second passing, Seungmin was dominating your mouth, pressing his tongue in and rolling it against yours. How did just a kiss feel so good?

You let him push you back into the sheets, forearms landing on your pillow either side of your head for purchase. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to tangle in your hair as he held you in place. You felt your pussy flutter, achingly horny despite the lack of stimulation, and your breath caught in your chest. 

Seungmin pulled away and you licked your lips, chest heaving. “I.. can I see them?”

“See what?” He mused, thumb brushing along your lower lip. One look at the amused expression on his face told you that he knew. 

“The…” You gulped, legs parting to allow him closer to you. His bulge was thick, pressing tightly against your core. “The tentacles, Seungmin. Can I see them? How many are there?”

“Four, baby,” He leaned down, nipping at your neck. You gasped, hips bucking up, choosing not to comment on the pet name in your haze of lust. “I can put one in your pussy, one in your asshole and one in your mouth. How’s that? Is that dirty enough for you?”

You whimpered, grinding on his bulge. Seungmin allowed it, hands moving to your hips to aid your movement. It had your sleep shorts slipping around, fabric sticking to the wetness accumulated on your folds. You whined, arms thrashing until they settled around his broad shoulders, still clad in his expensive-looking suit. “What about your cock, Seungmin?”

“My cock?” Seungmin scoffed, running his tongue up your neck. It made you squirm, thighs clenching around his slender waist. His hair tickled your skin, dark and perfect as if he’d spent hours styling it. You knew he hadn’t. “I can fuck you without needing to cum, baby. I doubt I can say the same for you.”

“No, I’ll- I’ll probably cum as soon as you put one in, to be honest,” You admitted, cheeks burning crimson with embarrassment. 

“Hmm, that makes a lot of sense,” Seungmin reached down, yanking your sleeping shorts down. It bared your pussy to the room, cold air hitting your clit and the slick on your pussy. It made you jolt, squeaking as Seungmin saw you in such an intimate way. “You’re wet. Are you feeling impatient? Needy, even?”

“Yes! Yes, God, I need it,” You huffed, spreading your thighs further. You were practically spread eagle now, and you ran your fingertips over the soft expanse of your tummy, just barely visible below your shirt. You continued the journey down your body, looking up at Seungmin with pleading eyes, and then you pressed two fingers into your clit. You flinched, wailing at the stimulation. “Ah, I’m so horny, I’m so horny, what the fuck-”

“Stay still, I’ll give it to you,” Seungmin murmured, and then you caught sight of them again. Four pitch-black tentacles sprouted from his back, seeming to forego his clothes and then one was tickling at your entrance. You moaned, because were they suckers?

It was easy to learn that yes, his tentacles had suckers, and he was now brushing one over your clit. You obediently moved your hands out of the way, back to their position on his shoulders. It sucked onto the swollen bundle of nerves with ease, and just as you started to squirm, another tentacle was pressing into your tight, drippy hole. You could feel the amount of slick you’d gushed beneath you, ruining your bed and quite possibly ruining you for any other man. The appendage itself was lubed, brushing through your own wetness and creating a filthy noise that rang throughout your bedroom.

“Don’t squirm,” Seungmin commanded, hand running up your thigh comfortingly. The tentacle pushed in further, and you clenched, wet, heavy breaths coming from your mouth. “That’s it, good girl. Let it push inside you, just like that.”

The tentacle was narrow at the tip, but it flared much further out after an inch or so. The stretch made your pussy leak even more than what was imaginable. You didn’t think you’d ever been this wet. The appendage was long, but Seungmin kept pushing more and more until you were taking around five inches of it, and you whined, reaching down to press at his stomach.

“Too big, too much,” You protested, but Seungmin shushed you, pressing a kiss into your cheek.

“Your pussy’s just too little, baby. Too tight,” He grunted, and then he pushed another inch in. “Take it. Take it for me, and I might think about giving you my cock later.”

“Your- would you?” Your eyes were teary, toes curling into the bed. “Been good. Tryin’ to take it, ‘s just- it’s so thick, so long. Seungmin, Seungmin, sir, sir, you said you- you’re not gonna kill me?”

“How can I kill such a sweet thing?” His hand moved to your cheek, before moving down, wrapping around your neck. The pressure was light, but very much there, making you moan out into your room. “You’re whining so pretty for me. Calling me sir, taking this just like it’s my cock. You’re dirty. I have to keep you around, don’t I?”

You nodded, legs thrashing on the bed. Your chest heaved, a blotchy pink rash overtaking your skin. “It’s good, it’s so good, so thick, oh- Oh, I think I might…?”

“You think you’re gonna cum?” Seungmin scoffed. “Already? Alright, do it. I’ll let you. Just this once, okay?”

You keened, hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your fingernails must have been digging into him almost painfully, but he didn’t flinch, staring straight at you with the same dark, piercing gaze. Your pussy clenched down, tight and fluttering, and then you were-

You gasped, eyes fluttering open as you attempted to look around your bedroom. The sun had just begun to rise, but your boyfriend was awake, and pulled you into his chest upon seeing your eyes open. 

“Sounded like hell of a dream,” Seungmin smirked, his eyebrow raising. You bit your lip, staring up at him. “Was it about me?”

“Always is,” You mumbled, burying your face in his shirt. He chuckled, shoulders shaking as he rubbed down your back with a tender, broad hand. “It was dirty.”

“Yeah? Another reenactment of how we first met?”

You sighed, brushing your hand down one of his tentacles. It laid bare on your bed, and twitched with approval as you fidgeted with it.

“Yeah, something like that.”