A True Cultural Reset

a true cultural reset

ATEEZ Deja Vu, 2021 dir. Yeom Woo-jin

this took an unexpected turn and i love every second of it 🥴

kinktober !

kink: foot fetish

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader x yang jeongin

wc: 2.6k

foot fetish: a pronounced sexual interest in feet.

“It’s definitely not a weird thing, Jeongin,” Hyunjin pointed a finger at Jeongin, covered in Cheeto dust and a lot less declarative than he’d intended it to be. “Foot fetishes are common.”

“It is weird,” Jeongin mumbled, shifting on the end of Hyunjin’s bed. He blinked, before he shook his head decisively. “Okay, maybe not weird. It’s just not common. Do you even know anyone who has a foot fetish?”

You looked at Hyunjin. He looked at you, and then he nodded. “Me.”

Jeongin sprang up, looking between you and Hyunjin with confused, wide eyes. “Huh?! You- did you know?”

You giggled, flexing your toes in Jeongin’s face playfully. “That’s why I always keep my toenails painted.”

“I thought that was just a personal choice,” Jeongin responded, voice no louder than a whisper. He still looked astonished. You smiled. Wait. Your face fell, staring at Jeongin.

“You noticed?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “You noticed I always paint my toenails. Have you been looking at my feet?”

Hyunjin snickered, and you elbowed him. Jeongin gasped, flying over the bed to stare you directly in the face. “I do not have a foot fetish, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Sounds like you do,” Hyunjin said, crisp particles flying across the bed. His dark hair was pulled back but he still moved to run a hand through it, before realising his fingers were indeed covered in the crisp dust and recoiling in disgust. He shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose with his knuckles before staring straight at Jeongin. The younger had wiggled his way in between you both now, laying on his tummy with a defiant expression. “It’s fine if you do. I like to suck toes. I like to cum on them, even-”

“Stop!” Jeongin shrieked, thrashing on the bed. “Are you fucking with me? Are you two fucking with me right now?”

“We’re not fucking with you, Innie,” You cooed, running a hand through his hair. He moved into the touch yet still looked decidedly fuming. “All we’re saying is that if you wanna fuck me and suck on my toes, that’s fine.”

Jeongin moved back, sitting on his knees with another confused look in his eyes. “But you two are together.”

Hyunjin shrugged. He finally discarded the packet of crisps, wiping his hands with a baby wipe from his bedside table and turning to become more involved in the conversation. He knew it was getting serious. “We like threesomes, Innie. It’s been agreed upon before. If you wanna fuck my girlfriend and drool over her feet while I watch, I’m gonna get off on it.”

“It’s really fine, Innie,” You chirped, not missing the way he’d now focused on you. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Just know that kinks are meant to be explored, yeah? If you think you may be into it, we’re here.”

Jeongin inched closer to you, the confused expression replaced by fire blazing behind his eyes. “Well… how would you let me fuck you?”

“However you want, you can decide,” You responded automatically, and Hyunjin’s breath hitched in his throat. Jeongin licked his lips, eyes flickering to where your legs and feet were bare in your pyjama shorts. He looked to be debating something, before he surged forward, capturing your mouth with his own. Yeah, you had him. You had him right where you needed him.

Hyunjin always liked to watch. He had a thing for you fucking other people with him jerking off next to you, and not even a degrading way - if he watched someone else fuck you, he got to see your expressions raw and unfiltered without his own pleasure getting in the way. It got him off majorly, so you weren’t surprised to hear him gasp again at the sight of Jeongin’s tongue entering your mouth. It was filthy, Jeongin’s hands moving to tangle long, dexterous fingers in your hair and pull your head to where he wanted you. It was like you weren’t even kissing him. He was kissing you, taking full advantage of the pliant body you’d become. 

His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His grip in your hair was gentle but firm, keeping you in place as he worked you into a frenzy. You wanted more. No, you needed more. 

“Jeongin,” You huffed against his lips. He ignored you speaking his name, leaning down to suck marks into your throat. You sighed again, thrashing your legs around on the bed. “Jeongin. I’m wet, I need something.”

“You need to be patient,” He remarked, tongue laving over your skin. You let him push your t-shirt up, revealing your lack of bra underneath. He leaned down, sucking on one peaked, pebbled nipple. In your peripheral vision, you saw Hyunjin shove his hand into his joggers, a clenched fist starting to move erratically on his length beneath the fabric. He was always weak for your tits, especially when another man’s mouth was on them. 

Jeongin hummed, leaning back on his haunches. His erection was straining against the fabric, but he looked unbothered, save for the messy strands of hair hanging down over his fox-like eyes. He was considering something, and you squealed when he grabbed your hips and lifted them onto his lap, yanking your pyjama shorts down.

He grinned. “You are wet. Just from kissing?”

“She’s always the same,” Hyunjin grunted, finally pushing his joggers down. His length was long, curved and smooth against the trimmed pitch black hair at his base. He smirked when he saw you were looking and polished the head of his cock teasingly, forming a tight ring around the head to squeeze some of the precum out. “You wanna suck it, baby?”

“Yes-”

“She can’t, unfortunately. She needs to focus on this,” Jeongin commanded, and he slid two fingers into your hole, dripping and wet around his knuckles. You keened at the way they pushed against that delightful spongy spot inside you with little to no effort. He watched your face as you felt the pleasure start to build within you, quick and unadulterated, his thumb moving to graze over your clitoris and making you weak at the knees. You moaned, your hips pushing against his hand as your body shivered in pleasure. Jeongin chuckled, fingers curving up against your g-spot again. You whined, eyes hazy and half-lidded, your hands gripping the pillow beneath your head. “Oh, yeah. You like it when I touch that spot, don’t you?” 

“Mm, deeper, deeper! Please, please, Innie, please, deeper, hnnng,” You were babbling, slurring your words, and Hyunjin reached over to you with one hand. He slipped his thumb past your parted lips, letting you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the tip to muffle your noises. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, eyes brimming with tears, and all Jeongin was doing was repeatedly tapping against your g-spot. 

“If I go deeper, I’m gonna be in your fucking tummy, baby,” Jeongin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Hyung, do you think you can hold her legs back? I might get a better angle like that.”

Hyunjin nodded, wholly unaffected by being commanded by his younger group member. He moved his hand from his cock and used it to push both of your legs up. You dutifully pulled them back with your hands, finally letting your fingernails sink out of the fabric. Jeongin moved forward with his hand, and - oh. He used the broad palm to grind into your clit, fingers curling incessantly against your g-spot. 

Your toes curled and you wailed, starting to attempt to hump Jeongin’s hand into oblivion. Hyunjin groaned, eyes fixated on your feet. “They are so fucking sexy.”

“Suck them, Hyunnie, suck them,” You gasped, and he nodded, leaning over you slightly to suck your toes into his mouth. It made him moan, eyes rolling back into his head and he shoved his hand back to his cock, hand forming a tight ring around the length once again. You talked a lot of shit about Hyunjin’s foot fetish, but you weren’t sure if anything could get you to the edge quite like him sucking your toes did. “Ah- ah, Innie, Jeongin, Jeongin, ‘s good, ‘s so good.”

Jeongin cooed at you, eyes soft. “Yeah? You like it when hyung sucks your toes, don’t you? Dirty. Will you cum for me? Cum for me, and I’ll fuck you and worship those feet like they’re meant to be. Sounds good?”

Hyunjin moaned at his words, jerking his cock faster. You were briefly worried he’d cum before he could fuck you when Jeongin’s done, but you knew your boyfriend - he would definitely fuck you again even if he’d cum all over his fist already. You let your fingernails sink into your own flesh this time, cutting into your thighs in the most blissful mixture of pain-pleasure. It took a particularly hard grind of Jeongin’s hand and you were falling apart, drenching his two fingers with your cum and letting a particularly loud whine fall from your mouth. 

Hyunjin grunted, and then he was pulling away from your toes, his eyes shut in bliss. You saw him grin at you, happy just to be present in that moment, and then Jeongin grabbed your chin. He turned you to face him with slick-covered fingers. He smiled at you, a goofy smile that you would only ever relate to Jeongin, and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He was checking in on you. You felt yourself blush, smiling timidly, your heart racing as his hand moved down to your neck. He held you there, your eyes locked in place, before he let you go.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Jeongin mumbled, his hands pushing his joggers down. The movement revealed a thick, veiny cock, shorter than Hyunjin’s but still extremely delicious. It would be a stretch, even after him fingering you. You needed to feel it. Hyunjin’s lips parted upon seeing Jeongin’s cock, his eyes glinting in delight. Jeongin noticed. “Ah, hyung, stop it. Don’t start this now.”

You giggled, still pulling your legs back but letting your feet kick in glee. Hyunjin was visibly trying to avoid looking at them. “I think he wants to kiss you, Innie.” 

Hyunjin nodded solemnly. “Always.”

“You can kiss me when I’m inside her,” Jeongin sighed, and he leaned forward. You watched in awe as he lifted his top up just enough to position his cock by your tight hole, and he sank into you, groaning underneath his breath when he bottomed out. “Ah, you’re so fucking wet.” 

You gasped, your body feeling as though it was set on fire with the sensation. Hyunjin's hands were gentle as they moved to roam your body, completely abandoning touching himself. You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you as you felt Jeongin's body move in and out, his cock stretching you beyond belief. You hoped you’d be stretched for him to take you again. He was just the right side of thick, bordering on too much but still so fucking good. 

Jeongin picked up the pace, his cockhead just brushing that overstimulated spot inside of you and making your clit throb in need. It made you whine, hips canting to grind back into Jeongin’s cock and chase more of the euphoria. Hyunjin huffed out a breath and moved up the bed towards you, and he pushed his cock between your lips. You moaned around Hyunjin’s girth, your tongue swirling around his cock and making him shudder. You’d never say no to sucking Hyunjin’s cock. It was as gorgeous as the rest of him.

He thrust into your mouth, his pace matching Jeongin's and the way he rutted into your pussy. You tried to keep your eyes focused, but it was hard - until you caught sight of Jeongin’s hand around Hyunjin’s jaw, pulling him in for a filthy kiss. All you could see was tongues and spit being swapped while Jeongin’s hips ploughed into you. It made you clench around Jeongin impossibly tighter, and your hands moved to Hyunjin’s hips, grabbing down firmly. The feeling made him groan, eyes moving to look at you. 

“She liked that,” Hyunjin smirked, seeing your eyes blown wide with lust above your mouth stretching around his cock. He moved his fist to your hair, pulling your head back and forth on his length.

“Mm, she’ll like this more,” Jeongin mused, turning back to you to run a long finger up the sole of your foot. His pace slowed to a halt, moving in a slow, filthy grind instead of the blistering pace he’d previously set. He gripped your ankle, a firm, bruising hold. “Are you gonna let me try? I’ve never tried, but god, your feet are fucking sexy.” 

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of your mouth, jerking it above your face to let you answer. “Y-Yeah,” You replied, voice hoarse. Jeongin chuckled, pressing a kiss to your ankle. “Yeah, you can suck them, just- just, I’ll cum, and don’t stop, and please, please, keep fucking me, and I-”

“Okay, okay,” Jeongin groaned, pushing Hyunjin back inside your mouth with one hand splayed across his ass. Hyunjin obliged, pressing his cock between your lips once more. “You’re just blabbering now. I’m not gonna stop fucking you if you cum quickly, silly baby. Ssh.”

Jeongin started slamming his hips into you again, his pace now deeper with the way he had one hand wrapped around your ankle. You whimpered around Hyunjin’s cock when Jeongin laved his tongue over your toes, and then he was moaning, sucking them into his mouth. It was so dirty, so taboo, so fucking sexy - you clenched around Jeongin’s cock and he threw his head back, your foot slipping from his mouth with the loud groan he let out. 

“You have to cum, baby,” Jeongin muttered, sucking your toes back into his mouth. Hyunjin’s grip tightened on your hair, and you tried not to smile at the little ‘ah, ah, ah’s falling from his mouth with every thrust. Your body was completely slack, jaw perpetually open for Hyunjin’s thrusts into your throat. Jeongin’s hips started to stutter in place, his noises muffled by your foot. He let your ankle fall again, unabashed blabbering falling from his lips. “Baby, baby, you gotta cum, I’m gonna cum, please cum-”

Hyunjin grunted, his hand holding your head towards the base of his cock, and with another thrust he was spilling down your throat. The sensation made you clench around Jeongin’s length, hips bucking up into him once more and you were cumming, the sensation making you whine and squirm even as you tried to swallow Hyunjin’s cum. 

Jeongin pulled out of your pussy as soon as you’d ridden your orgasm to completion around his shaft, and then he was yanking your leg straight. The burn in your calves was noticeable from being bent like a pretzel for so long, but you were distracted from it when Jeongin started to jerk off erratically, releasing stripes of warm cum from over his fist and coating your toes. He grunted and gritted his teeth through his orgasm, and you giggled, stretching your arms over your head in your sated state.

“Ah, shit,” Jeongin breathed, his hand dropping from his softening cock. He went to move to grab you some baby wipes and clean you up, but Hyunjin was grabbing your ankle before he could, tongue laving over your skin and licking up Jeongin’s cum. It made you whine, squirming on the sheets with a newfound arousal. 

Hyunjin blinked up at you, grinning at your movement. “Really? You wanna go again, baby?”

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Jeongin huffed, but before he could move, you were grabbing him by the wrists. “What?”

“You can’t go,” You insisted. Jeongin raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t even had a footjob from me yet, Innie.”

“A- a footjob?” He questioned. Hyunjin nodded, lips pursed. Jeongin sighed. “Okay, you two are insane. Like, actually bonafide insane.”

“You’re staying though, aren’t you?” Hyunjin asked, smiling.

Jeongin shrugged. “Yeah, obviously.”

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Kinktober Day 30: Mommy Kink + ATZ Seonghwa

Mommy!Seonghwa for Me 💖

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.6k

Warnings: softdom!mommy!seonghwa, fingering, oral (f.rec.,), praise kink, dirty talk, self objectification, creampie, aftercare

Reader Notes: referred to as a girl, sub, has breasts and a vagina

You know what kind of mood Seonghwa is in as soon as he gets home. You can tell by the lightness of his footsteps, the soft knock he lands on the bedroom door, the look on his face when he slowly opens it and steps inside. He’s in the mood to take care of you, to guide you with a firm, loving hand, to give you what he knows you need, nothing more, nothing less.

He’s in the mood to be your mommy, and you’re more than happy to let him. 

You would have prepared more if you’d known, but all you can do is sit there on the bed and wait for him to come to you, wait for him to tell you what he wants you to do. He walks forward slowly, steadily, and brings a hand up to cup your cheek, breathing, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you? Be good for your mommy?”

You nod, knowing he likes you to stay silent until it comes time for you to beg, and he rewards you with a gentle kiss, his lips plump and perfect as they move against yours. You get swept up fast, just as you always do when Seonghwa kisses you, and when he pulls away, your body leans forward to follow him, making him chuckle and drop a kiss to your forehead before fully stepping back. 

“Take your clothes off, darling.”

It’s difficult to pace yourself when you follow his directions, you have to consciously slow your hands as they remove pieces of clothing, and you just know Seonghwa knows. He knows everything about you, perceives every little thought and desire and inhibition in your head. That’s why he’s so good at taking you apart, why he can make you cum before you can even open your mouth to ask for permission, why he knows exactly where your boundaries are and always stays just a few inches from the border. 

You’re naked before him now, your body fully exposed where his is fully covered, and all it takes to lay you back on the bed is a single finger to your sternum, pushing carefully until you land on the pillows. You look up at him, watch him watching you, his eyes half lidded and his lips parted, dark hair framing his heart shaped face. 

He’s so handsome, so pretty, your mommy, and you’re aching to tell him, if only he’d let you. You know he won’t, so you keep your mouth closed and let your eyes do the talking, hoping he gets the message. He smiles down at you affectionately, runs that finger down the midline of your body and drags it through your folds, just barely pressing down on your clit before sinking a fingertip into your entrance. 

A smirk stretches his lips as he coos, “Ohh, you’re wet for me already. Don’t worry, baby, mommy will take care of you.” 

And take care of you, he does. He slips one slender finger inside of you, twists his thumb up to push into your clit, and lays sucking kisses all over your breasts, murmuring to you all the time. 

“Mommy knows what you need.”

“Mommy will give you everything.”

“Mommy will always take care of you.”

Another finger spreading you out, stinging bites to your nipples, his other hand digging into your hip, holding you steady, holding you down. You try not to move, keep your hips from working with his fingers, keep your hands from delving into his messy hair, keep your back from arching and your toes from curling. 

You know you’re pleasing him by following his rules and that’s all you ever want to do, please him, so even though it’s difficult, it’s worth it. Especially when he encourages your behavior by sliding a third finger inside, by sinking down between your thighs and wrapping those plush lips around your clit, by banding his arm across your hips to help you stay still as he starts pushing you toward the edge. 

“Beg, darling. Beg and I’ll let you cum.”

With the floodgates open, you moan, “Please, mommy, please, I’ve been good! I’ve been such a good girl for you, please let me cum.”

You can feel the shuddering breath he lets out, feel the hot air trail over your wet pussy, before he curls his fingers and seeks out your g-spot. As he grinds into the rough patch of nerves inside you, he speaks, his lips moving against your clit and sending you even higher.

“You have been a good girl, you’ve been the best girl, my best girl. Aren’t you, honey? You’re mommy’s best girl?” 

“Yes, I’m mommy’s best girl,” you sob brokenly, your fingers clenched in the sheets and your legs shaking beside his head. 

“Cum for mommy, then. Cum for me.”

He’s practically mumbling, he’s so lost in your cunt, but you hear him loud and clear, the coil in your stomach snapping as soon as he finishes speaking. You can’t stop yourself from moving now, your spine curving and your thighs snapping closed around his head as he keeps fucking you with his fingers. 

You feel yourself gushing, writhing, moaning, but you’re so mindless that all you can focus on is the feeling of Seonghwa, of his lips pressed to your clit and his arm anchoring you to the bed. 

By the time he lets up, you’re spent, lying motionless on the duvet with your eyes closed and your mouth open. You sense more than feel him pull away, hear the rustling of the covers as he wipes his mouth and fingers off, feel the soft touch of his hands on you as he soothes the tender spots he left, smell the comforting, sweet scent of his cologne as he rises to hover above you. 

“You okay, baby? Mommy didn’t go too hard?”

“No, mommy, you were perfect. Was I good?” Your words are clumsy, thick with pleasure and exhaustion. 

“Better than good, darling. You were everything I needed.”

You smile softly, reach up with grabby hands and pull him down into your body, wrapping your legs around his waist and gasping at the hardness you feel against your center. 

“Are you sure you don’t… need more?” 

“You’re tired, mommy can take care of himself,” he promises, petting your hair and slowly drawing back. You don’t let him get far, tightening your legs on his hips and tilting your hips up into him, making him shudder and groan. 

“You can use me, mommy, I want you to,” you offer in a small voice, feeling your walls clench at the thought of him fucking you like a toy. 

He stares down at you, furrowing his brows and meeting your gaze as if he’s looking for something. He must find it because he reaches down and undoes his slacks, pulling his hard cock out and letting it slap against your sensitive pussy. 

“That what you want, baby? Want mommy to use you how he needs?” 

His words send heat zipping through you, make your chest feel tight and your cunt feel empty, and before he can prompt you again, you nod insistently, emphatically, desperately. One side of his mouth crooks in a smirk as he spreads your legs, lines himself up, and slides home in one smooth thrust. You moan together, Seonghwa’s head dropping into your chest, and he doesn’t wait, doesn’t let you adjust, just starts fucking in and out of you like you really are a toy. 

It’s exactly what you wanted, the feeling of Seonghwa taking you however he desires, and no matter how much you try to keep quiet, you just can’t. Weak little whines and whimpers escape you with every thrust, his cock paving a path inside you that’s just for him, just for your mommy. He doesn’t try to silence you, responds instead with his own grunts and groans as he uses your cunt to make himself cum. 

You do your best to help him along, squeezing down on his cock with your inner muscles and angling your hips to receive all of him, and when he shudders and snakes an arm under your back to hold you close to him, you know it’ll be soon.  

“Just like that, baby, just like that. So good for mommy,” he gasps, sneaking a hand between your bodies to rub circles into your throbbing, swollen clit until you fall apart around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He cums in spurts, hot white coating your walls and seeping out around the base of his cock as his hips jerk against yours. 

You love feeling this full, and he knows that, so he doesn’t pull away until his dick is going soft and your cunt has stopped spasming around him, whispering as he goes, “Thank you, baby. You take such good care of mommy.”

He never leaves you after a session like this, so into the bathroom with him you must go, both of his hands holding yours as he leads you across the bedroom. He sets you down on the toilet and starts the shower, giving you privacy to wipe and stand on shaky knees before tugging you into the steaming tub with him. 

He cups your face between his hands, leans in close enough for his lips to brush yours, and murmurs, “Mommy loves you, darling. I love you.”

“Love you too, Hwa. Mommy. Whoever you are,” you mumble back, your eyes slipping shut and your brain turning off as he washes you with a gentle touch. 

AN: okayyyy this took a lot of vulnerability to write and release!! if you liked it please tell me! i require validation after laying my soul bare!

Kinktober Masterlist

It is out!

SKZ BANG CHAN AND LEE KNOW…

My brain won’t stop thinking about these two I need to write a fic where lee know is all over your cunt as chan watches…

❛RUN LITTLE LAMB, RUN❜ ( b. chan )

p. wolf!chan x fem!reader w. 1.5k+

warnings? fear play, unprotected sex, biting, degradation

— 𖦹 ( don’t be scared , you were the one who went looking for him ) !

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‘This was dangerous’ you thought to yourself, your heart beating out of your chest as you made your way through the dark forest in search of him, you know you shouldn’t have, he was dangerous, but that’s what you like – that’s what you craved.

you climbed over the falling branches, unaware of the eyes on you, slowly creeping up on you, your scent filing his nose, he could smell the fear dripping off your body – but there was another scent, one that made his cock swell, he smirked. it was lust, and it was strong.

you were growing cold, and there was still no sign of him. “Maybe he doesn’t exist.” you said turning around to leave – when the crunch of the leaves stopped you in your tracks. “Where are you going angel?” he was referring to the white dress you wore that flew in the wind, you looked like an angel. “Who doesn’t exist?”

you could hear him getting closer. “Who are you looking for?” turning to face him, he smiled cunningly, his fangs on display. “Are you not gonna answer me little lamb?” you swallow the lump in your throat – you wanted this, you wanted to find him. “i-i’m looking for you.” you said. “Me?” he quirked his eyebrows. “And why would an angel like you would be looking for a bad wolf like me, you don’t even know my name?” he quickly answered. “it’s chan by the way.”

you tried to think, how do you tell him the reason why you were looking for him – that you wanted to be his prey. “j-just because.” he chuckled, he knew why, you weren’t the first person to come looking for him, but you were the first person he came out for. “Just because?”

he was close enough that you could feel his breathe on your face, he inhaled. “i just don’t think that’s true.” his finger came up to the strap of your dress, looping his finger under it. “i think you came for a much different reason.” he said, you chewed at your lip. “But just don’t think you’re ready for it.” you shook your head. “i am, really i am.” you sounded so desperate. “i’m ready.” you said, looking up at him with so much enthusiasm in your eyes. “You sure, you can’t even tell me what you want.”

“You, i came here to find you, because i want you.” he smirked, you don’t even know what you just got yourself into. he unhooked his finger from your strap, it fell down. “Then run.” his eyes were much darker, the fear in your chest overpower. “h-huh?” you were confused. “Run little lamb.” you don’t know what it was, maybe the look of hungry in his eyes – but he said run, and the voice in your head said run, so you ran.

you took off, running through the dark woods as fast as your legs would carry you, the hybrid close behind you, tailing you. “Come on little lamb, don’t make it so easy for me.” his close steps behind you, sending shivers down your spine, and in a sickly way arousal to your core.

you managed to escape from him, running deeper into the woods, hiding behind a tree to catch your breath. “Little lamb, you’re so stupid.” you heard his voice. “You really think you can hide from me?” he darkly chuckled, you tried to quiet down your breathing, covering your mouth. “i can smell you baby.”

getting ready to take off again, but instead you were picked up by the waist, you shrieked in shock. “i got you little lamb.” you wiggled out of his grip, taking off again. he was taken a back for a quick second, before he set off after you, determined to get you now.

you couldn’t go on anymore, your legs burned, and you could hear him getting closer, he was right behind you, turning around to see him – your fatal mistake, you didn’t notice this tree branch that stuck out, tripping and falling to the ground. “Dumb little lamb.” he pounced on top of you, holding your fighting arms down. “don’t fight this, you came looking for me, you said you wanted this.” he pulled down the front of your dress, your boobs spilling out. “Look at those pretty titties baby.” he squeezed them in his hands. “can’t wait to mark them up, cover them in my cum.” you whimpered, squirming around. “Stay still.” his voice demanding, you immediately stopped.

he pushed your legs open, pushing your dress up. “Look at that.” he bit back a groan, his cock twitching in his slacks at the huge wet spot in your panties. “You made such a mess in your panties; you liked being hunted down like a little slut.” he ripped your panties off your body. “Fucking dripping.”

you moaned, as his finger ran up your slit, putting his fingers into his mouth. “Fu-fuck.” you moaned, he groaned, your taste on his tongue triggering something inside him, something primal – he needed to mark you, make you his, he needed to breed you. “Need to stuff this little pussy.” he pushed two fingers into your cunt, you screamed. “Fu-fuck!”

he fucked his fingers into your cunt, scissoring you open. “gotta prep you for my cock, gonna split you open.” he curled his fingers, hitting your spot. “Oh, there it is?” he smirked, repeating his movements. “The spot that makes your little pussy clench so tightly around my fingers.” you screamed, your abdomen tightening. “gonna make a mess all over my fingers, aren’t you?” you nodded dumbly. “g-gonna cum.” he pressed on your clit, and that set off your orgasm and you came all over his fingers. “Fuck!”

he pulled his fingers out, covered into your juices. “can’t wait to have this tight cunt wrapped around my cock.” he undid his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his cock making your eyes widen, he smirked at your reaction. “i-it’s so big.” he tapped his tip on your clit, rubbing up and down your folds. “i know little lamb, but you’re gonna take all of it right?”

the wolf pushed the tip of his cock past your hole, cursing. “sh-shit you’re so fucking tight.” he growled, he held himself back from slamming himself into your cunt. “To-too much, w-won’t fit.” you struggled to get the words out as he bullied his cock into you. “You wanted this, so take it.” he pulled out, slamming into you.

he held your legs, folding your body in half almost, his head dropping into your neck, your scent overwhelming, the need to mark you as his becoming stronger. it seems like you could hear his mind. “Pl-please mark me, please.” you begged , he groaned. “Fu-fuck, you can’t say that lamb, you don’t understand what that means.” he said, but this is what you wanted. “i want it, please.”

the voice in the back of his head telling him to do it, that you wanted it – you came out here and searched for him, you allowed him to hunt you down and fuck you in these woods. “Please chan.” the way you said his name, set him off he found the perfect spot, biting down hard, you screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck!”

he pulled away, pounding into your hole at an animalistic rate. “you’re mine now.” he growled, wrapping his hands around your throat. “gonna breed this pussy, fill it with my pups.” He squeezed. “Please.” you moaned, clenching around him. “Fu-fuck, gonna fuck you so full.” he grunted. “Gonna take you home with me to keep pumping you full of my cum.”

you could barely think anymore, all you could think about was the wolf on top of you and his cock abusing your cunt. “i can feel your pussy throbbing right now, you’re gonna cum for me aren’t you.” you nodded. “Pl-please.”

“Cum, so i can fill you up.” on his command, you came, your legs shaking, he held your legs, his thrust faltering as he felt his cum spilling into your cunt. “sh-shit, i’m cumming so much.” he said, “your pussy is pushing me out.” he groaned his cock slipping out of you, his cum spilling from your abused cunt. you were sweating, your dress was all torn and dirty, along with your skin from your fall.

he got himself dressed, picking your body up, he lived nearby in a cabin, and he was gonna take you there. “gonna take you home with me.” he whispered. “Give you a nice bath and some clothes to wear.” he smiled as your small frame cuddled closer into his chest.

“My little lamb.”

©LUVYENI

Silk and Fire - Chapter 3

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

word count: 2.1k

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: mentions of sexual activity, masturbation, cheating, a little angst (lmk if I missed anything)

You go about your day as usual. Why wouldn’t you? Oh right... You had a dream in which Jungkook fingered you until you were a babbling mess about to cum. If that was not enough, in your dream, Namjoon was sleeping in your shared room while his friend made you moan and squirm under his touch. But that was it... it was a dream. You need to get over it so you stay busy.

Big breakfasts were not your go-to thing every morning. However, today it needed to be. You blast music on your speakers as you cook and eat, your phone facing down somewhere in the living room, Jungkook’s follower request is still there. It’s already too late for an elaborate outfit to go to work, so you just put on your nice jeans, a pale pink blouse, and your comfy work flats.

Luckily for you, the day runs by with lots of things to tend to. Meeting after meeting, a full inbox, chitchat with coworkers. Great!

“Hey, there’s someone here to see you,” Marcia interrupts your typing. You like Marcia. She is the best assistant one could have. Attentive, caring, amazing in what she does, and a true confidant and friend.

“Huh? My next meeting is not until 3:30, I was about to take my lunch break. Is Mrs. Tang early?” you start fixing your makeup. No matter if you already met a client, you always double-check your makeup before a meeting.

“Um... no, this is not Mrs. Tang. It’s a Mr. Jeon?” she raises her eyebrows, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Walking in what appears to be slow-motion, there he is, Jeon Jungkook. Hoseok was completely right, he does like making a big entrance. He dresses in a casual black t-shirt with ripped jeans, glasses, and a messy hairstyle that gives him a look to die for.

“Thank you, Marcia, you are so attentive,” he smiles at her. Marcia is a giggling mess, especially when Jungkook opens and closes the door for her, making direct eye contact.

What the actual fuck?

“Wh-wha-what are you doing here? Wh-why? No,” you say standing up. He scans you up and down taking his time.

“This is not... you can’t just barge in, there is a procedure and why are you here?” your tone getting more and more guttural in annoyance.

“I am here to take you to lunch.”

Fuck.

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This was certainly not the plan. You were supposed to be here with Namjoon, the reservation was made for two, that plus one being your boyfriend not Jungkook. It seems almost funny how Namjoon couldn’t make it and you would have known this earlier if you didn’t keep your phone buried in your desk drawer specifically to avoid thinking about Jungkook’s follower request or any flashbacks of that very explicit sex dream. Now you are being walked to your table with the same man you’ve been trying to keep off your mind.

“Here are your menus. A waiter will be with you shortly,” the host smiles and leaves you alone with Jungkook. The air suddenly feels too heavy and you fight the urge to run away.

“Namjoon was really bummed he couldn’t make it, that’s all he whined about in the group chat. I just took the liberty to step in and get to know you better,” he takes a sip of his water.

You slowly nod and have some water as well, your eyes glued to the menu.

“Hello, my name is Tiffany, may I get you started with some drinks?” the waitress interrupts. She is beautiful. Gorgeous long, black, hair, full lips and breasts, her brown skin smooth, and a smile that could certainly get her anything she wanted.

“I’ll have your strongest cocktail, thank you,” you blurt out.

Jungkook can’t help but laugh, his eyes on you. You are waiting for him to flirt with pretty Tiffany, but that moment never comes. He orders whiskey instead. Neat.

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” you start, but Jungkook waves his hands dismissively.

“I wanted to see you,” and with that simple sentence you feel your heart beat faster, your hands sweaty, and let’s be honest, your cunt needy. “I– know you saw something the other night...”

“I didn't see anything,” you lie.

He smirks. He better stop doing that or you’re going to lose it. Thankfully, now your drinks are here and you chug half of it in an attempt to make the lunch less awkward. Tiffany hands Jungkook his drink, their hands slightly touching. You see her walk away, waiting for Jungkook to follow her with his eyes, but he never does. Once again those doe eyes are on you, he looks at your lips as he drinks his whiskey, shameless.

“I was hoping we could break the awkwardness now that we are alone... tell me, did you like what you saw?”

You’re shocked. What is he trying to do? You ignored his comment and called Tiffany who kindly took your order. The faster you eat, the faster you get out of there, but at this point, you were getting annoyed, annoyed by Jungkook’s audacity.

“You are missing your chance there, you know,” for the first time today, you look at him in the eye. “She is really pretty, and your type, right? Pretty waitresses?”

Jungkook almost spits his drink after your bold observation. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans closer to you, the table acting as a barrier between your bodies.

“My type is sitting right in front of me,” he whispers. “Oh please... stop that. What are you trying to do? I’m with Namjoon, did you forget that?” “Yeah, and where is he now?”

This is it. You stand up and grab your purse. Anger blinded you as your legs took you as far away from him as possible. You were angry with Jungkook, but you were even angrier at yourself because he was right. Where the fuck was Namjoon? He does this often, he promises he’ll be there but then something comes up. You miss him.

Jungkook runs after you.

“Please, don’t go I'm sorry! I’m sorry.”

You are already about the leave the restaurant.

“What is it Jungkook? Leave me alone!”

“I’m just trying to– shit, I don’t know...”

“Just go and fuck the waitress, would you?” you snap walking out, but he follows you and grabs your arm.

“I fucked her because I couldn’t fuck you!” he yells. Frustration in his eyes, you can see how his chest seems even bigger and his breathing gets heavier.

Your heart stops.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell,” he runs his fingers through his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you.

There’s an unspoken apology, an understanding that just comes by looking into each other’s eyes. You don’t know why but there is something pulling you towards Jungkook, like you need

him. A battle between the brain, the heart, and raw desire. Your hand lands on his arm and your lips slowly come closer to his face. Jungkook turns his face, wanting to capture your lips on his, but he fails, your objective met to give him an apologetic, chaste, kiss on his cheek.

You linger too close to his lips, the faint scent of whiskey mixed with his own signature scent intoxicating your body and soul. Both your lips almost grasing you can almost taste him.

“I should go,” and betraying how much your body wanted to kiss him, you pulled yourself away from him and stormed down the street.

Jungkook watches you leave, wishing he could run after you once more and kiss you senseless. Fucking hell, how bad he wanted to kiss you, make you forget you were spoken for... his fingers wanting to touch you, his eyes wanting to see you melt for him, his ears wanting you to beg for him. How perfect must your lips feel on his, how perfect you must taste. Why Namjoon? Of course, he understood why Namjoon. But still... why?

Betraying your sense of righteousness, you look over your shoulder to see Jungkook’s face light up, his chest inflating with hope, just to deflate with dismay as you continue to walk away from him. ______________________________

When Namjoon gets home you are already in bed, begging for the sleeping pills in your system to work. He gets into bed his body craving yours.

“Babe, I’m sorry I’m so late, sorry I couldn’t be with you today,” he whispers as he kisses your temple, then your shoulder. “Let me make it up to you...” he waits for an answer but you don’t give him one. “Please...”

“No worries, babe,” you finally say, but you don’t truly mean it. However, you still give him a peck on the lips. Namjoon is an understanding man, so he gets that you are not in the mood.

Maybe you should have taken another melatonin pill. The soft buzz of your phone wakes you up. Unknown number. You always answered these no matter what, you feared it was an emergency.

“Hello?” you croak, your voice raspy, half of you still asleep. “I want you to walk to the bathroom, and close the door behind you.” Jungkook.

“Wh–what?”

“Baby... do as you are told, you don’t wanna wake him up,” he coos.

In what appears to be a trance, you obey, making your way to the bathroom, a few feet from where Namjoon lies fast asleep. You lock the door behind you, the only source of light being your phone and the city lights that creep on the window.

“You’re in?” “Yes...” you await for his next instruction, nervous. Tempted.

“Turn on the shower, I don’t want anyone else to listen to our after-hour conversation,” and he waits until he listens to the background noise of water running.

“Good... Now I want you to touch yourself,” he starts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “Sit and spread those gorgeous legs, for me baby.”

You sit on the closed toilet seat and you open your legs. His voice gives forbidden commands that your body just does naturally like you are under his spell, but you don’t want to break it.

“Are you wearing any underwear?” “N-no...”

“Just how I like it, I knew you would be ready for me,” his chuckles audible from the other side of the phone. “I’m going to guide you through this, okay? You are not allowed to do anything if I don’t command it. Got it, darling?”

“Yes.”

“Pinch your nipples for me. I bet they’re already hard...”

You are possessed by the way his voice makes you twist with pleasure in the darkness. Your moans are forced to be kept to the minimum as he teases you.

“You have no idea how much I want to touch you, my hands teasing one of your breasts and I flick your nipple with my tongue. Would you like that, baby?”

“Y-yes, please,” you can’t help it.

“Use only one finger, but don’t put it in yet. Rub it up and down your folds, tell me, how wet are you?

“Mmmhhh... very wet, I’m wet.”

“Good. I want you to cum for me through the phone, would you do that for me?”

No answer. You are lost in pleasure as you tease yourself, rubbing just as he said.

“Already too pleasure-drunk to speak? Get one finger in... deep. In and out, baby, pound that pussy really good for me,” his breath hitching as he fists his cock on the other side of the phone.

“Ah– ah– fuck...” your little moans fuel him to get to his release as you are close as well and the palm of your hand hits your clit again and again.

“Yes, baby, just like that... are you feeling good?” “Y-yes. Good.”

Your middle finger soaked in your juices now quickens the pace, the sound of your wetness masked by the shower running beside you. It seems like there is no other place you rather be than here, fucking yourself as he orders you to. Blinded by desire, submissive to his spell. You are close, right there with him, as his voice encourages you to finish.

“C’mon, baby, cum... cum... please, I need you to cum,” and you can hear in his voice he is waiting for you to give in to his orgasm.

With a muffled cry, you give in, the tension in you shattering into a million pieces, the ecstasy of your climax engulfing you into a blanket of bliss. Jungkook curses under his breath. Fuck. This was hot. You can’t think straight, you can’t process what just happened.

“You did so well... y-you did s-so good,”; a fucked-out Jungkook says.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A knock on the bathroom door.

“Babe, is everything alright?” Namjoon.

“Goodnight, baby... See you tomorrow.”

The call ends.

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