100 Km/hour | Pjm. (m)

100 km/hour | pjm. (m)

banner by the lovely amelia @knjsnoona

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

↳  part of the jimin spooktober collab!

➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader

➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 7k

➵ warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie

➵ a/n : here’s my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least it’s here! don’t think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month 🥺 thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljm​​ for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

Lipstick? Check. 

Phone? Check.

Five shots of vodka in? Check. 

Sitting in Park Jimin’s lap. What the fuck?

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synopsis. photographer!jeonghan is one of the best fashion photographer known. Shooting your third photoshoot with him wouldn't have been such a big deal if not for the fact that you have a huge crush on him.

genre. smut, photographer!jeonghan au

word count. 7.6k

warnings. mutual pinning, oral sex, top!jeonghan, rough sex (in general)

author's note. bdjdb the photographer x model idea was supposedly for members who like photography but as I wrote I realised that it kinda matched jeonghan's personality!

Yoon Jeonghan was the cream of the crop. His photos flew off the shelves whenever he did spreads, for he could make anyone in front of his lens look incredible, and that was without heavily photoshopping or editing their appearance. Both male and female models clamored to be in sessions with him, but his popularity made scheduling a nightmare. Fortunately for you, though, Jeonghan had a tendency to be easier to book if one just so happened to be in his favor, and you were.

Why?

Because Jeonghan loved a challenge.

Not only was Jeonghan insanely talented, but he was serious eye-candy and he knew it. It annoyed him if models were only interested in working with him with the intent to get into his pants. Models who drooled all over him or tried to cater to his ego were given the cold shoulder.

You’d picked right up on the fact that Jeonghan wanted to be challenged during your very first session when you had questioned a pose he wanted you to do. It quickly escalated into an all-out argument and when you didn’t back down, he’d given you that evil serpentine grin and had chucked you under the chin as he told you, “Refreshing to meet a model like you.”

From there on, you’d been able to book him twice more, a few months apart, and even though he was downright insufferable to work with, the photos always turned out phenomenal. The two previous times, you received more phone calls and offers after the magazines hit the shelves, so you booked a third one once your schedule had a lull in it.

It was the early part of the year and Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, so you’d discussed doing some romantic shots to present to a few different potential clients. You and Jeonghan had worked with a designer to choose your outfits and makeup. You’d decided to go simple this time, no fancy sets, just you and a plain background to put you in the center focus. It wouldn’t have been abnormal but for one change this time.

You’d decided to do lingerie this time.

Which, of course you had no issue with since you were damned proud of your body. However, being in lingerie in front of arguably the most handsome man you’d ever met presented a unique problem. You were a dyed in the wool professional, but the very thought of allowing him to see you in clothing purely for the purpose of seduction was…slightly worrying. You’d of course changed in front of Jeonghan during the previous shoots, but his back had often been turned as he worked on the camera or the lighting. This session would be your first with him snapping photos of you in it. You told yourself not to overthink it. Despite his irritating personality, Jeonghan too was a consummate professional.

Or so you hoped.

And there was one last thing that was special about this third session: Jeonghan had requested he do your makeup himself rather than one of the makeup artists. You found it a bit odd, but not enough to protest. He must have had something so specific in mind that he didn’t feel like instructing the artist what he wanted. You agreed and the date was set.

Jeonghan had one of those fancy lofts downtown for his photography studio, and you actually didn’t mind. You enjoyed the added intimacy instead of shooting on one of the sets you rented. You had all your pretty outfits neatly wrapped in a suit bag and a small duffel with the shoes inside as well as you rode the elevator to the top floor. The doors parted and you walked inside to find the master prepping the background for your arrival.

Jeonghan stood at around 5’10’’ or so with chocolate brown hair that was slicked back, sharp cheekbones, a gorgeous jaw line, pale skin, and brown eyes he loved to aim at you to stare into your soul. He had the build of an athlete —long, lean muscles that spoke of athleticism and agility.

He dressed impeccably out in the world, but during his sessions, he always wore a dress shirt and slacks, no tie, his sleeves rolled up over those gorgeous forearms, a button or two undone at his throat, revealing that swan-like neck that you wouldn’t mind planting hickeys all over if given the chance. As if all that weren’t bad enough, it was topped off with an angelic voice that made you want to melt into a puddle every time you heard it, even when he was annoying you to death.

“You’re early,” Jeonghan sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. “I’ve always hated that about you.”

You grinned up at him. “Good evening to you too, Jeonghan. How was your day?”

He rolled his eyes and pointed to the hallway. “Scoot that pretty arse of yours to the bathroom. There should be some makeup wipes already waiting for you.”

“Love a man with manners,” you hummed after hanging your items on the rolling rack in front of the background. He loosened a terrible growl in your direction that made you chuckle as you waltzed towards the bathroom.

You went inside, washed your face, removed your lingering eye liner, and then dried it, making sure there were no further traces of anything on your skin. Jeonghan had an enormous makeup kit already open with plenty of brushes, sponges, and other miscellaneous items that you were used to by now. He’d apply all of your base makeup and then depending on the outfit, he may switch up your lipstick shade and eye shadow. One thing you’d quickly learned was he changed his mind spur of the moment, but had excellent intuition.

He arrived a moment or two later, tilting your chin up and examined you closely without saying anything for several seconds, but you were used to it by now. You didn’t mind dispensing with small talk, after all.

Jeonghan started with foundation, then some press powder. He lined your eyes and then added a gorgeous mix of bright shades over the lids. He added a nice matte pink to your lips and piled your hair into an artfully messy high ponytail. Once he finished, you followed him back to the main area.

“Which outfit do you want to start with?” you asked, pulling off your t-shirt.

“The Chanel suit,” Jeonghan said as he unzipped the bag for you. You slid into the pants, but he surprised you by handing you the jacket next.

“What about the blouse?”

“I want to try it without it first.”

You put the jacket on and started to do both buttons, but he smacked your hand away from the second button. You frowned up at him, but he gave you an impatient look. “Your body is magnificent. We need to tease the viewer with just a peek.”

You snorted softly as you stepped into the black platform heels. “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”

Jeonghan clucked his tongue. “How ghastly. Comparing yourself to a cow. Clearly, you are a peacock.”

You shot him a narrow look. “Then I’m in good company, because you’re just a cock in general.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “That sharp tongue is bound to get you in trouble someday, love. You ought to mind it.”

You strode over to the stool centered in the middle of the white draped background, not hiding your haughty tone as you sat. “Take your own advice.”

“I never do,” he mused. “Alright, love, let’s get started.”

You waited patiently as he adjusted the lighting until he was satisfied, then prepped the camera. “Now then, prop your left leg up, let the other dangle. Cross your wrists on your left knee. Tilt your head slightly to the right. That’s it.”

He snapped away. “Move your hair over one shoulder, same pose. Good.”

Jeonghan moved the camera forward a bit. “Legs spread, hands back against the stool cushion behind you.”

You lifted an eyebrow slightly as you obeyed. “This isn’t too come hither, is it?”

“There is a fine line between being vulgar and being a tease,” Jeonghan assured you. “And I would know. Trust me, it’s just right.”

He flicked his finger. “Stand up and place your hands on the stool, lean forward, but not all the way. There, that’s it.”

Jeonghan frowned a bit. “Hmm…give me a little more to work with in your expression. I need coy, playful.”

You adjusted your face. “That’s the one, perfect.”

He swooped by and did a quick blot of pressed powder to prevent any shine from showing up on your face and then returned to the camera. “I need a smirk, just a little one. Good.”

Jeonghan beckoned a finger to show you how they’d turned out. You had to admit you agreed with his choice to ditch the blouse. The jacket hid just enough of your cleavage, but still provided a tantalizing peek at your breasts and tummy. The color contrast of the bright accents worked well with the black suit and your hints of bare skin. “Wow, these are nice.”

“Nice?” he scoffed. “You haven’t looked that bloody good in your whole life.”

You smacked his arm. Jeonghan grinned and nodded towards the rolling rack. “The milkmaid dress and the parasol next.”

You grumbled rude things about him under your breath as you slipped out of the suit and into the red-and-black plaid dress and its black corset. “Can you tie this for me?”

Jeonghan stepped up behind you. His cologne gently wafted over you. You bit your lip and fought to keep your lashes from shuttering closed. He smelled divine. His velvet voice crawled into your left ear. “What’s the magic word, love?”

You angled your head to one side enough to glare. “No commission.”

Jeonghan laughed and obliged you, tying the corset closed. “You don’t have the nerve to stiff me, love.”

You scowled as you followed him back to the bathroom for him to redo your makeup. “Wanna bet?”

“I don’t need the wager.”

You rolled your eyes and plopped down in the seat. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not scared of you.”

“Is that right?” he purred. You heard a sharp click and glanced up to see he’d shut the bathroom door with the heel of his foot.

And then locked it.

His lashes lowered over his gleaming eyes as he sauntered over to you with that smooth gait. You felt a little flutter in your heart, but stamped it down. Instead, you coolly crossed your arms and legs, lifting your chin in defiance as he appeared behind you in his vanity mirror.

“I do have you all to myself, you know,” Jeonghan said, lightly running his fingertips down your upper arms. “This loft is well insulated.”

He bent towards your ear, brushing a stray lock of hair out of the way as he murmured, “No one would hear you scream, my darling.”

You faced him squarely, only inches away, close enough to smell the mint on his breath. “And no one would hear me dragging your corpse to the window to drop it into the dumpster, love.”

He beamed at you. “Oh, that tongue of yours.”

Jeonghan scooped up a makeup removal cloth and gently cleaned off the lipstick and eye shadow, this time giving you a good smoky eye and scarlet lipstick. He freed your hair from the high ponytail and blow dried it lightly to get it to a fluffier texture. When he was done, he smoothed those long fingers through it and you found yourself resisting the urge to purr like a kitten. There was just something so nice about a man running his fingers through your hair. You had been quite busy with work and hadn’t gone on a date recently.

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”

You blinked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Being alone with a man.”

You glanced about in an exaggerated manner. “Why? Do you see one somewhere?”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Denial is childish.”

“Hey, I don’t pry into your social life,” you said, scowling up at him. “And you have no idea what my private life is like. It could be downright rollicking for all you know.”

“If it were, you wouldn’t be here.”

You stood and dusted off your dress, following him back to the main room. “Excuse me?”

“It’s Friday night,” Jeonghan said, but this time he stopped in the kitchen, not the den. “You aren't wrapped in the arms of some handsome dude; instead you are with me, taking pictures.”

“And? Since when does having a good work ethic mean I have no life?”

Jeonghan brought two glasses down and then headed to the nifty wine cabinet at the end of the counter. This caused him to bend over. You didn’t bother glancing away; if he was going to pass judgment and annoy you, might as well enjoy the view. “Most models opt for weekdays, mornings, that sort of thing. You’re avoiding the Friday night scene by being with me, are you not?”

“And what about you? Don’t you also have no life by being with me on a Friday night?”

Jeonghan poured red wine into each glass, a fairly decent amount, and then strolled over to you. “Ah, but you see, it is a double standard, I am afraid. You’re here with a photographer.”

He offered you the glass, smirking. “And I have a supermodel in my loft.”

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “I’m a model, not a supermodel. You know damn well there is a difference.”

“Not enough to matter. Bottoms up.”

“I don’t drink on the job.”

“It’s only me here.”

You eyed him. “Jeonghan, are you trying to get me drunk?”

“This wine costs a hundred pounds a bottle, love,” he mused. “You’re not getting more than half a glass unless you take off your panties or something.”

You snatched the glass as he laughed heartily at the blush creeping up your neck. You took a healthy sip. Well, he was irritating but he did have good taste in wine. It had a nice aroma and a fruity taste, but not too sweet. “Well, if it’s so precious, why share it with me?”

“I am your host,” he sniffed, beckoning you back towards the photo area. “Hospitality is owed.”

“I’m sure whatever victim you’ve invited over after I leave will be sad to see my lipstick marks on the glass.”

“Bold of you to assume that the victim will not be you.”

You scoffed. “Oh, please, Jeonghan. As if you’re even remotely attracted to me.”

He narrowed his eyes on you. “You presume to tell me who I find attractive?”

You brandished a hand at yourself. “Jeonghan, I’ve taken at least twenty outfits off in front of you since we’ve met. Not once have you tried to sneak a peek.”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. “No wonder you have no life. You do not understand men one single bit.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Just because you have not caught me looking does not mean I do not look.”

You almost swallowed your tongue. You stared at him, open-mouthed, for a few seconds. “W-Well…what, you mean you have snuck looks at me?”

He rummaged through the costume jewelry box as he let out an annoyed sigh. “I am a man, am I not?”

You blushed terribly hard. You really had thought he wasn’t interested since you’d never seen him linger over you in your undies. Maybe he had a point. He walked towards you and motioned for you to turn around. He had a lovely vintage necklace with a large imitation ruby at the center. He slipped it around your neck and you shivered when his fingertips brushed you again. When he didn’t step away, you chewed your lip and mumbled, “Jeonghan?”

“I’m thinking,” he said. “Perhaps we should get you into some thigh highs. Your legs are quite appealing in this outfit.”

You sipped more wine, your cheeks hotter than ever. “I’m game.”

“Very well.” You kicked off the heels and he headed over to one of his costume trunks. He had a variety of accessories and came away with an unopened pair of thigh high stockings. You popped them open and sat down in the nearby chair. You freed them from the little cardboard inside and were about to pull them on when Jeonghan stepped between your legs with a rather wolfish grin.

“If I may?” he asked, feigning innocence.

This could lead somewhere dangerous.

But hell, this was the most fun you’d had all day.

You offered the thigh high stockings to him. Jeonghan sunk onto one knee and propped your foot on his raised thigh. He pulled the stocking over your foot, your ankle, dragging it up your leg towards your thigh. His height kept him from being too level with your open thighs, but you felt goosebumps popping up along your arms as his hand brushed your delicate, sensitive skin. He played it cool for getting the first one on your left leg, but then as he slid it onto the right leg, he let his eyes meet with yours, a secretive smile playing over his lips. Your core throbbed with sudden, vast need. You wondered what he would do if you kissed him right now. But only for a second.

“Much better,” he said, offering a hand. You took it and he pulled you to your feet. You slipped the heels back on and emptied the wine glass in one go before returning to your spot in front of the camera. He handed you the black, lacy parasol and removed the stool. You popped the parasol open and lay it across one shoulder, telling yourself to relax back into work mode.

“Give me a little spin, if you would. Lovely. Right leg forward just a bit. Smile. Good, good, yes. Toss your hair a bit. That’s it. A little smolder. Perfect. Now turn around and glance over your shoulder.”

“Shall we do one from between my legs?” you asked.

“Hmm, actually, yes, let’s try that.” You bent completely over and gave a playful grin from between your stocking-covered legs. It must have looked cute; Jeonghan smiled before he could help it.

“Excellent. Come along, love.” You headed over and checked the shots. You liked these as much as the others; they had a sexy but sweet tone to them. “Now the gown.”

You sent him a challenging look. “Should I go change in the bathroom so you don’t check me out this time?”

Jeonghan stared right back at you. “As if you do not want me to look.”

Oh, that did it. You kept staring straight at him as you reached behind you and untied the corset. Jeonghan’s lips stretched into a smug smirk as he understood the game all at once. You took off the corset and then unzipped the dress, slower than needed, just to mess with him. The cloth slid over your curves and to the floor, leaving you in the black thigh highs, heels, and lingerie.

Jeonghan’s gaze never wavered, but you did notice the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. You smiled sweetly as you chose the white silk gown from the rolling rack and slipped into it. Then you pulled the material up to waist height and peeled the thigh highs off deliberately slowly as well. His face had a light flush to it that you rather liked. You hadn’t thought you’d ever be able to get him hot and bothered, but apparently he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

You nudged the discarded thigh highs aside and slipped into the sandal heels, batting your lashes at him. “Ready.”

“You can be so very wicked when you want,” Jeonghan growled, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Not unlike someone else in this room. Shall we?”

He grunted and you both returned to the bathroom. Once more, he removed the lipstick and eye shadow, this time going for a minimal look. He added a bit of silver and white to your lids, then a rich burgundy lipstick to contrast the white. He piled your hair into a bun and after you’d returned to the studio area, he added a little rose clip.

“Now the trick with this gown is that it’s color changing,” Jeonghan said. “So we’ll do a few shots in white, then activate the color.”

“Got it.” You did a few standard standing poses for him. He ran some warm water into a pitcher and approached you with one of those serpentine grins firmly in place. You placed your hands on your hips and peered up at him. “What’s that look for?”

“I always knew I’d make you wet for me, love.”

You groaned in total annoyance. “I’m going to kill you before we get there.”

Jeonghan leaned in and winked. “As long as I die a little death, love.”

You blushed, your mouth flying open to insult him, but that was the moment he chose to pour the water down the front of your gown, so it just turned into a squeak of alarm. Thankfully, the warm water kept it from being too uncomfortable. The white gown bled very prettily from the top of the bodice towards your hips into the same rich burgundy as your lipstick. Jeonghan poured steadily until he’d changed the entire upper half of it and then stopped, examining you. His head tilted this way and that, his hand cupping his chin as he studied you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Something is missing.”

“Jewelry?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m thinking of a scenario. This outfit is about passion, intrigue, mischief, danger, forbidden desire. I cannot put my finger on it, but you need something else to complete the look.”

Jeonghan straightened. “Ah, that’s it. The look reminds of a runaway bride. Perhaps a daring, utterly charged affair has caused her to flee her past.”

“Okay, I follow you. So what do I need?”

“Smeared lipstick.”

You thought about it. “Hmm, yeah, that would look pretty good. Can I borrow a hand mirror?”

He shook his head again. “No, if you smear it yourself, it will look too artificial. If you would permit me?”

“Knock yourself out. You’re the artist.”

Jeonghan stepped in close. You tilted your head back to allow him access, assuming he’d use his thumb.

He didn’t.

He gripped your hip, stooped, and kissed you passionately.

The kiss was fire. Passion. Lust. Decadence. Heat. He devoured your lips as if they tasted as fine as the wine you’d both shared shortly ago. You were glad you wore a gown; your knees turned to rubber underneath it. He nipped at your lower lip and then dragged his mouth down across your cheek towards your chin. You nearly reached up to grab a handful of that dark hair to bring him back to your lips before you remembered you were supposed to be a semi-professional model.

Jeonghan's breath flared hot over your throat just before he let you go and you swore you heard him whisper, “so sweet” into your neck before he let you go. He straightened, his mouth nearly just as stained as your own, his eyes glittering wickedly. “There. Perfect.”

He withdrew a handkerchief from his slacks and wiped your lipstick from his mouth, casually returning to the camera as if he hadn’t just kissed the living daylights out of you. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” you slurred absently as you tried to focus. You completed the poses and then he offered you a towel to dry off for your final piece de resistance.

The lingerie.

Heaven help you.

Thankfully, needing to dry off gave you an alibi to slip into the bathroom and change from the gown into the lingerie. Jeonghan politely left you alone to let you prepare. You hadn’t wanted to go over the top for your first foray into lingerie. You’d chosen a royal purple set with tasteful black lace along the edges. The color was rich and flattered your skin and hair combination. Being a push-up bra helped as well; you felt very buxom and alluring.

He’d also always had a huge array of body glitter, lotions, and other skin care products, so you took the time to carefully moisturize every inch of your skin until it glowed under the lights.

Jeonghan had been kind enough to give you a terry-cloth robe on your way to the bathroom so you wouldn’t be too chilly — after all, the loft had vaulted ceilings and could get cool at times. The makeup he went with a lighter touch, he lined your eyes and added mascara and a light gloss to your lips, and then let your hair down from the bun. By then, the edges had curled a little from being in the bun, giving you a soft, feminine look overall.

“Nothing else?” you asked, a bit surprised.

“Your features are more than enough,” he said simply. “Shall we?”

He opened the door for you and you headed back into the main room. Your heart thudded against your breastbone as you plucked the final pair of heels from your bag and stepped into them. Then you untied the belt from around your waist and opened the robe.

Behind you, Jeonghan inhaled sharply.

Your body flushed all over at the sound. You didn’t turn around; just strode towards the black leather chair he had already placed in the center. You sat sideways across it and arranged your long legs attractively over the arm of the chair, resting your shoulders against the other side. You folded your hand under your chin and draped a hand over one knee, coolly observing Jeonghan's reaction. He licked his lower lip as he glanced you over from head to toe and then cleared his throat. “That’s a good start.”

You pretended you hadn’t heard the huskiness in his voice.

Jeonghan had you rearrange yourself a few times, guiding you the whole time, his wit and teasing suspiciously absent. You almost missed it.

He paused to review the photos you’d taken so far and a displeased look settled onto his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There is still something missing,” he said. “I can't put my finger on it. You need something to nudge it just the slightest bit into scandalous. wlWe need something risqué.”

You paced on your heels, thinking. “Well, there’s a fine line between risqué and sleazy. What about water?”

He shook his head. “No, that would only work if you were in a swimsuit. The look is soft and sexy, but what we want is to turn heads. Something irresistible. Something to excite the senses.”

You snapped your fingers. “I’ve got it. If I were a man, you’d do something like lipstick on the collar, right?”

“Yes, that’s often a popular choice. What did you have in mind?”

“A hickey.”

Jeonghan blinked at you. “what?”

“I’m showing skin, right? But that’s not enough. If we want risqué without going fully nude, then what about strategically placed hickeys?”

Jeonghan rubbed his chin, cocking his head, and then his eyes lit up. “That’s…perfect, actually. Hinting at sex without going too far into lascivious. Excellent idea, love.”

“Great. The old trick from high school was to put a spoon in the freezer for about 10-15 minutes and then place it on the skin. It should give the proper illusion and then we can embellish with a bit of makeup.”

Jeonghan cleared his throat again, his face becoming unreadable. “If that is what you wish.”

You eyed him. “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you had something else in mind.”

“And what if I did?”

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips, giving him an annoyed look. “Jeonghan, you’re a brilliant photographer. I trust your judgment. Just tell me your idea already.”

He folded his hands behind his back, his expression still cautious. “Even if it may be interpreted as unprofessional?”

You almost sputtered. “Jeonghan, you kissed me like ten minutes ago. I think we’re well past that point.”

“That was for the photo,” he sniffed. “And a kiss can sometimes just be a kiss.”

“If you say so,” you snorted. “Now out with it.”

“Is there any particular reason the hickeys cannot be real?”

You stared at him, then blushed even harder than before. “Ah…are you suggesting that you…give me…real hickeys?”

Jeonghan shrugged. “It would look far more authentic than your high school spoon trick.”

You licked your lips. “W-Well, yes, but the areas of my body that I was talking about would be…you know…m-my neck, my breasts, and my thighs. You’d have to, you know, put your…mouth in those spots. Are you okay with that?”

Jeonghan stared at you in disbelief. “Is that a serious question?”

“Sorry, it’s just…” You blushed even harder as you tried to figure out how to say the next part. “That’s an extremely erotic thing for two working professionals to do. In the middle of the night on a Friday, alone, in a loft, after drinking expensive wine.”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, then we will not do it. Simple as that.”

You swallowed hard. “Uh, that’s not the problem. It’s the opposite.”

“What is?”

You covered your face with one hand. “Jeonghan, you know damn well what I’m trying to say.”

“You are an adult. Say it.”

You groaned. “Jeongjan, if you give me real hickeys, I’m going to get aroused as hell. There. I said it. Happy?”

“Oh,” he deadpanned. “A beautiful woman will be aroused near me. Whatever shall I do? I will be forever stained and never recover.”

“Don’t be an ass,” you growled. “I’m being honest here.”

“Love, I would not have suggested it had I not been entirely comfortable with the idea of placing my mouth on your utterly fantastic body. It will not disturb me to arouse you. Your discomfort is the issue here, not mine. If you do not wish to do it, I'm fine with that. If you would like to give it a try, I assure you I am perfectly willing.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers. “Are you sure?”

“Completely sure.”

You fidgeted harder, shuffling from one heel to the next. “Even if I, um, accidentally make…noises?”

He smirked. “I am certain my resolve can withstand it.”

You took a deep breath. “Fine. Let’s do it. For the art.”

Jeonghan's smirk stretched wider. Your belly trembled. “For the art.”

You return to the chair and let yourself recline in it, forcing the tension out of your spine and limbs. Your legs crossed automatically out of some latent sense of modesty. You wanted to sit on your hands to keep them from shaking. You were as nervous as a prom date. Thank God you’d shaved and smelled like good from the lotion.

Jeonghan glided over to you, his steps quiet as a panther, his dark lashes half-lidded over his eyes. There’d been soft music going since you entered the loft — Jeonghan insisted, saying it helped him concentrate—and your mouth went dry as you caught snatches of it as he closed in on you

Jeonghan's shins bumped against your knees. He knelt again, just as slowly as the first time, his eyes never leaving your face. He cupped the back of your right knee and gently pulled it from atop the left one, spreading your legs until he had room to move closer. He settled his hands on the arms of the chair, perhaps a gesture of politeness, and then leaned towards your throat. You tried to control your breathing, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, your hands balled into fists on the seat. Warm air brushed the delicate skin.

Then his lips found you.

He kissed your skin gently at first, reverently, then his tongue grazed the first spot to wet it. His lips parted further, taking in more skin. Then he sucked sharply. You bit your bottom lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape. It hurt, but then his tongue lavished the spot almost lovingly. His teeth grazed your throat, then his tongue, then his lips, over and over, gradually bruising the skin. Your heart pounded in your ears like a maddening, frantic drumbeat. You heard yourself panting in shallow, shaky breaths. It was hard to keep still—you wanted to press into him so badly, touch his warmth, his strength, but you held tight to the reins of your self-control.

Not that Jeonghan cared.

While you were in the middle of strangling gasps, he reached down and caught your wrists. He pulled your arms up and then brushed his fingers over your knuckles. You understood a moment later; you’d been digging your nails into your palm. Freshly manicured nails. No good to damage them or your skin. He placed your hands on his shoulders to let you bear down. You appreciated it.

The spot stung. You knew he’d finished with the first one, digging your fingers into his dress shirt as his mouth skimmed your skin until it reached just over your heart, right above the hem of the bra. His hot mouth gathered the soft curve of your left breast and you couldn’t help it; you arched up from the seat with a moan as pleasure spilled across your mostly bare body. The chair creaked. You realized why a second later; Jeonghan’s hands had tightened on the arms of the chair as he tried to exercise restraint.

Hell, not that either of you had much left.

You caught his wrists in return and lowered his hands to your hips. Jeonghan sighed against your skin where he was working on the second hickey and closed those big hands on your skin, just above the hem of your panties. He squeezed on occasion, as if to give himself a distraction while he left the next kiss mark. Too soon, he left another stinging but delicious patch behind, which left your thigh.

And consequently, the second most sensitive part of your entire body.

Heaven help you.

Jeonghan dragged his hand down your outer thigh and then lifted your knee, draping it across his shoulder. He molded his cheek to your inner thigh, inhaling your scent, then angled his mouth towards the soft flesh. He bit down and you yelped, trembling harder. You wanted to look, but you didn’t dare. If you did, you’d do something stupid and reckless.

He licked and sucked and nibbled at your inner thigh, soft growls spilling out of him on every other breath, and you were sure they were completely unconscious. His tongue kept caressing the sensitive spot. You ached all over. Your body screamed at you to consummate the moment, begging for more, dying for completion. You knew you wouldn’t come from simple stimulation, but he had you wanting to just to get rid of the tension building at your burning center.

“Jeonghan,” you mewled finally, squeezing his shoulders. “That’s enough. Please.”

He lifted his mouth away immediately, his breathing harsh, his pupils dilated. “Forgive me, love.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “It, um, it worked.”

Jeonghan licked his reddened lips, staring hungrily at the spot he’d left on your thigh. “Yes, it did.”

He cleared his throat again. The lust slid away and something of the focused professional photographer returned to his face. “Are you alright?”

You nodded like a big fat liar. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He smiled. It made you want to melt from so close. “Good girl.”

You lifted your leg to free him and he pushed to his feet. He paused for a second, swaying, presumably as all the blood relocated to his legs. Then he readjusted his slacks and returned to the camera. You committed the sight to memory before arranging yourself for the next several poses.

He snapped the photos smoothly, instructing you how to angle yourself to show the hickeys best. You felt exposed, but no longer nervous, maybe because of the pleasure and the adrenaline rush. Jeonghan’s steady guidance and clear appreciation of your body made you feel exquisite, truth be told. You felt bold, like royalty, in front of him, with his marks on your skin. You caught yourself wishing they wouldn’t fade in time. Then you could pretend you belonged to him.

Finally, he beckoned you to take a look.

And it was his best work yet.

It wasn’t just the lingerie and the hickeys; your state of arousal truly shone through in the photos and made you look like a bombshell. You’d never thought of yourself this way, so sexy, scandalous and powerful, until you saw these photos. You knew yourself, your own strengths and weaknesses, and yet through Jeonghan’s lens, you seemed to reach another level.

“Jeonghan, these are incredible,” you murmured in awe. “Wow. I never thought I could look like that.”

“Mm,” he said, winking at you. “Just needed the right nudge, it seems.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “I love them.”

“They’ll look even better in post, my darling. I’ll get right to work and have something for you by Monday.” He started to flip back through the digital reel to make sure he hadn’t missed any, but then he went one too far and you stopped him.

“Wait, wait, is that…” You flushed with heat as you spotted him on his knees in front of you, your leg over his shoulder. “You had the camera set for that?”

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably. “I…thought perhaps if you wanted to try erotic photos later on, it may be prudent to have a couple of samples.”

You thought you’d be angry by the thought of him filming you as he placed the hickeys on your skin, but as you studied the photo, you felt no anger. The pleasure in your features had made you look nothing short of beautiful. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Jeonghan echoed. “Are you going to punch me in the face now or make me wait for it?”

“Well, it was a shitty thing to do without telling me, but they actually look really good. We could keep these for later. Your face isn’t fully visible, after all. It’s not completely against the rules.”

“You are certain? I can erase them — it was inappropriate of me in the first place, but you just looked so luscious that I couldn’t resist.”

You smirked. “Luscious, huh?”

He blushed. “Sorry, it was a lousy thing to do without telling you.”

“It was. Good thing you’re so talented. Maybe I won’t punish you.”

His lashes fluttered for a second. “How fortunate.”

You placed your hands on your hips, your smirk widening. “Or do you want me to punish you?”

“In that outfit, you could do anything you bloody wanted to me and I’d just ask for more.”

You laughed. “Jeonghan, shame on you.”

“You asked.”

“I suppose I did.” You nibbled your lower lip as you glanced back at the photo. “Ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Would you be interested in trying something else along these lines?”

“God, yes.”

You laughed again, surprised by how quickly he’d agreed. “I think we look pretty good together. We could try a different pose, see if the results are the same.”

“What did you have in mind?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe second base against the white background.”

“I am afraid that won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I get you underneath me in my current state, I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh.”

Before you could help it, your foolish mouth ran away with the thought. “What if I were down with that?”

Jeonghan licked his lips again. “Down with what?”

“Letting you fuck the living hell out of me,” you whispered huskily. “Because, God knows I’ve wanted to since the second I took that robe off when we first met.”

“You foolish girl.” He grabbed you and kissed you hard, crushing you against his lean chest. “You could have said that ages ago and I’d have obliged you then.”

He reached out enough to flick the camera’s settings to the right one and then carried you over in front of the camera. Kicking the chair aside, he laid you on your back in the center. You heard the shutters clicking as he kissed you messily, working his hands underneath your panties as you unbuttoned his shirt. Every kiss lit you up from the inside, the furnace between your thighs only growing hotter as he worked the underwear down your legs and then shoved them apart.

He kissed down the center of your body, taking little bites along the way, and then gave your clit a slow, wet lick that made you moan so hard it echoed through the loft. His lips parted and took you between them, sucking your spot, and then exploring the rest of you, wet and waiting for him.

“Fuck! Jeonghan, please.”

“Yes, darling,” he rasped against your cunt. “More. Keep moaning for me. Louder.”

He lost his tongue inside you, pinning your legs in place so you couldn’t close them, his pacing impatient but sensual. You buried your hands in his thick curls and moaned to your heart’s content as the pleasure built and built, higher and higher, until you were coated in a light sweat and gasping for air. The tight knot at your core kept twisting and twisting until everything inside you turned white-hot and you came. Jeonghan groaned in elation and lapped up the evidence of his triumph, stroking your thighs as he did, the wet slurp of his scorching mouth on your cunt filthy and wondrous.

He licked his mouth clean and crawled up to meet you, unbuckling his pants in quick, jerky movements from just how aroused you’d made him. You shuddered at the sight of his cock — long and flushed pink and utterly gorgeous, just like the rest of him. He lunged up to your lips and kissed you, his hips snapping upward in a perfect motion to drive him inside you. You mewled into his mouth as his cock filled you, tunneling deep, resting at your aching center perfectly. He let out another growl that made you even wetter around him and dragged your legs up around his waist. He planted one hand near your head and gripped your hip with the other.

Then he fucked you like a wild animal, right there, on the floor of his studio.

“Ah! Jeonghan! Yes!”

“So sweet,” he moaned against your lips. “God, you are so sweet, my darling. Like honey. Mm, hot, sweet honey around my cock. Take it, love. I’ve longed to give it to you.”

“Fuck, Jeonghan, God, yes, yes, yes!” You arched your back to help him reach deeper, shoving your hips down against his pelvis until the smack of wet skin filled the air, nearly louder than your ecstatic cries. He pounded you mercilessly and you loved every goddamn second of it, clawing at his shoulders, biting his lips, his neck, frantic for more, for him.

“Good girl,” he purred, dragging his mouth down towards your ear as he caught your wrists and pinned them to the floor. “Sweet girl. Won’t you come for me? Won’t you come on my cock? Just for me, love?”

Your toes curled inside the heels. God, you couldn’t take that, not now. “Jeonghan, please, don’t. Don’t do that. Please.”

“Mm, but you feel so good, my love,” he drawled. “I just want to make you come. I want to make you feel as beautiful as you look.”

“No, Jeonghan, please, please.”

He kissed your lips again, dragging your arms up over your head and holding you down, his voice like darkness and silk and sex all in one. “Say you’ll come, darling. I want it. I want to feel you all around me, squeezing down on me, your sweet little cunt surrendering to me. It feels so good inside you, my darling. I know you want it. You want to come. You want to come for me.”

“Fuck, Jeonghan,” you whimpered. “Are you mine? Can I have you? Can I have you right now?”

“I’m all yours, love,” he groaned back, his hips picking up speed as your words excited him. “I was the second you walked through that door.”

You couldn’t handle the confession. You burst at the seams, coming hard, immediately, underneath him. Jeonghan moaned out your name and clutched one side of your hips to hold you still against him as he came inside you. The heat burned you down to the bone. You writhed and rolled your body into him, accepting every last drop, excited and scared and elated. His thrusts slowed one at a time until they were soft and shallow, gently bringing you down from heaven with him. He stilled at long last and painted your throat with more kisses, more light nibbles around the hickey he’d left earlier.

He rose enough to kiss your lips again. “Did you mean it?”

“Hmm?”

“When you first saw me.”

Foolishly, you blushed. “Yeah, I…sorry, I know that drives you crazy, being objectified by the models.”

“It’s different,” he assured you, brushing your mussed hair from your face. “You were the first to compliment my work, not me. I see through the others like glass. You…you were always different. You come alive in front of my camera in a way no one else ever could. I’ve had more fun in my three sessions with you than in years of working in this industry.”

You smiled bashfully up at him. “And here I thought I was just another pretty face to you.”

“Never,” he whispered. “Beauty is only skin deep. Art is forever.”

He stroked your cheek. “And you, love, are my art.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “And you’re my artist.”

©solseye

viki & hickeys

the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)

SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.  WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide  RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG

NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn’t. also here’s a gif  of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks

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—suck it up! (m)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

⟶ genre: vampire!jungkook / college au / friends-to-lovers + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 9,784

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.

⟶ warnings: pretty much a crack fic!!!, dumbass new world vampire jungkook who is completely incompetent as a vampire, general dumbass-to-lovers shenanigans, twilight references, sweet love making, dry humping, jungkook comes in his pants, riding, marking, biting, a brief mention of blood (so blood play?), breast play, fondling, possession kink??, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, clit play, fingering, missionary, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: happy halloween!!!👻 to celebrate, here is my fic for the nightmare on tumblr.com collab with the lovelies @underthejoon @bratkook @junghelioseok​ @hobidreams @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster !!! pls keep an eye out for their fics when they drop bc it’s going to be fangtastic! this fic was inspired by an old tumblr post i’ve seen but i’ve since lost the link to it! also dedicating this fic to the loml @rockwithwoo​ !! <3

Jungkook’s been acting strange lately.

Then again, Jungkook’s always been strange ━ like the text-you-at-all-hours-of-the day strange, drop by your house unannounced when it’s two in the morning and he’s craving burgers from the diner down the street strange; or send you one of his many unsolicited memes (yes, like quoting dead Vines and dumb Tiktoks and forwarding you horrendous selfies you’ve sent him and snapshots he’s taken of you when you’re least expecting it) from his repertoire at any given moment strange (because he seems to have a meme for every occasion. No, seriously. Like, every occasion).

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until you burn : glass

pairing: mingyu x reader

genre: smut, incubus!au

word count: 4.8k

warnings: minor dirty talk, face fucking, mentions of overstim

author: @ccarats

As much as you hated going out on the nights that you tended to rarely have off, you nonetheless always managed to be convinced by your best friend to tag along on her mischievous adventures that traveled from bar to bar, ending up in the city’s most luxurious club. However; you’d always lost sight of her by the time you entered the club- the occupancy tended to be small, never surpassing a few hundred in a multiple floor club, but she tended to be so shitfaced that she would latch onto the first attractive man she saw on the dance floor and disappear seconds afterwards. However; you had remained rather sober tonight and sipped on a low alcohol content drink from the plush bar stool, your red lips leaving a light stain against the sparkling glass that held your drink.

You sighed, taking a big gulp as you downed the remainder of your drink before placing the cup back onto the bar counter. Only to have another poured for you moments later. You shook your head with a shy smile, pushing the glass back towards the bartender. “I’m okay, thank you! As good as a drink sounds right now, I can only afford one in cash,” you laughed, running a hand through your hair.

“It’s on the house for you- courtesy of our favourite patron,” The bartender half shouted over the loud volume of the vicinity as she gestured to the man across the club, his height making him stand out amongst the shorter patrons within the club. You could’ve sworn you saw a kind smile as he raised his own half full glass to yours, bringing it to his lips and taking a drink.

“Well, if it’s free,” You sighed to yourself, fingers wrapping around the chilled glass and taking a sip from the glass. It was only on your third drink that the tall and handsome stranger finally came over to you, his empty glass clinking against the counter as he was poured another one immediately, despite the wait of other patrons.

“How are the drinks? I hope Vree is treating you well,” His eyes were warm as he slid next to you, the long empty barstool next to you finally being filled. You chuckled, raising your drink to tap against his.

“They’re amazing- alcohol tends to be,” He chuckled, his body turning to face you as he took a slow drink, his eyes never leaving your form. “What’s the name of Mister Universe that’s buying my drinks for me?” If the lights of the club hadn’t been a dark blue, you would’ve noted the blush that dusted across his cheeks at your words.

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pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 9.1k / genre: smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost. 

but there’s only so much you can resist park jimin, especially once he gets that peach involved.

warnings: sexually explicit content, Jimin being completely shameless/a lowkey ho, messy peach eating, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex, multiple orgasms (f), dirty talk and some cursing, hmm I think that’s it?

a/n: I was so close to calling this ‘jimin and the f*cking peach’ as some terrible homage to ‘james and the giant peach’ 😂🤧 as always I would like to thank @hobi-gif for beta reading this, putting up with me having a meltdown at her, and encouraging me to write smut at work rather than doing my job, ty queen xoxo

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It’s official. Park Jimin is the neighbour from hell.

He’d tricked you, to start with. With those cherubic features, those doe eyes, and his cute little smile? He looks like an angel. A sweet, innocent angel, one who’d knocked shyly on your door and presented you with a small selection of chocolates when he’d moved into the apartment next to yours. Your heart had gone boom boom at the sight of that cute smile, the slip of teeth, the way his lovely face had scrunched up. 

Nowadays, whenever you see that face, you want to punch it.

Well. Not punch it. Maybe slap it a little. Because Park Jimin is a fiend. 

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