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day 20 ♡ minho

⇢ pairing: minho x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2k ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: thigh riding ⇢ summary: minho promises not to touch you for 24 hours so you take matters into your own hands ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; thigh riding, finger sucking, nipple stimulation, use of ‘slut’ ⇢ day 19 ♡ day 21 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“You're acting like a brat,” Minho mutters at you, not even sneaking a glance your way. His composure annoys you. Usually, your boyfriend can't get his hands off of you, but he's upset today and your methods just aren't working. You're not used to this.

Minho called you a brat because you sat on his thighs wearing nothing but a t-shirt and skimpy underwear, so you're sure he can feel how wet you are. That is the whole point of the little thing you’re doing. “I just want you,” you say and pout, hoping that will work. Minho can never say no to you. “Why is that a problem?”

You know why, though. You've been acting weird lately—work and friends have been getting on your nerves, PMS and bad weather completely messed with your mood. So, when your boyfriend initiated sex last night after he came home from work and found you cuddled up in bed, you told him you feel like he just wants sex from you. You should have never said it because it's not true at all—you just wanted to be held, but he couldn't have read your mind.

Minho apologized, assured you that your suspicion wasn't true, and went to bed without touching you. He's avoided touching you all day, even if he did kiss and hug you just like he usually would. However, you noticed that he didn't reach for your ass or tits the entire day, not even a gentle smack as you walked past him, not even a squeeze. It was like he was trying to prove to you that he can live without being sexual with you. Sadly, you’ve realized you can’t.

“Wouldn't want our relationship to be just sex,” he mutters and continues reading the book. He's been on the same page for the last ten minutes, but you're not going to point that out because it will annoy Minho even more.

It's hard to concentrate when you're wearing next to nothing and straddling his thigh, you’re aware. “Oh, it's more than that,” you say with a smile. “But, right now, I want it to be just that.”

“Babe, I'm not fucking you. You said I can't go 24 hours without being in you, so there's another—” he makes a point out of glancing at his watch, “seven hours until my point is proven.”

You scoff and grind your crotch against his firm thigh. Thank fuck he decided to wear shorts today, shorts that rise up his thighs when he shifts in his seat on the couch, shorts that allow your pussy to rub against his skin. You have underwear on, but it's wet already, and you're sure your boyfriend can feel that. In fact, you’re pretty sure Minho feels every inch of your wet pussy. “You're really going to wait for another seven hours just to prove a point?”

“Absolutely.” He looks up from the book and raises an eyebrow. “Do you think you acting like a brat will get me to change my mind?”

“But I want you to fuck me,” you whine, but it only makes him chuckle and pat your cheek. It’s annoying how determined he is when you know he’s just as horny as you. He has to be—he didn’t get any yesterday, either.

“Cute,” Minho mumbles and starts pretending he's reading that book again even though you're sure he's focusing on the feeling of your wet crotch on him.

“Can I get off like this?” you ask innocently. Nowhere in his little monologue did he mention you not touching him, so you think your little plan might work after all.

Minho shrugs as if he doesn’t give a damn about it, even though you’re positive he’s burning up from the inside. “Go for it.”

He's not expecting you to go through with it, you’re sure. Your boyfriend probably thinks you'll grind a time or two and then beg him to fuck you. But, you've always wanted to try this anyway. The only time you've come close to his thigh is when he'd push it between your legs when making out. Minho never got you off using his thigh. So, why not try?

You grab his shoulders and grind your hips, making sure you find a good angle, that your clit rubs against his firm muscle, that you manage to feel some sort of friction all over your crotch. It takes you more than a couple of times to get the angle right, to figure out which movements work best. By the time you do, Minho is already looking up at you, the book still in his hand, eyes squinted. “Really?”

“What?” you ask, continuing to move like you would if you were on top of him and just teasingly rolling your hips in circles. You know Minho loves it when you ride him, when he can just sit or lie there and watch you move up and down his cock, watch your body writhe and move faster the closer you get to an orgasm. So, he has to be enjoying this. “You told me I can go for it.”

“You're dripping all over my thigh,” Minho notes, tonguing his cheek. It should have sounded like a reprimand, but his tone tells you he loves it.

“I thought you like that,” you chuckle, tilting your head to the side. “Thought you like knowing how turned on you get me. And you're just sitting there doing nothing, baby.”

Minho scoffs, but he can't hide his smile, so he pretends he's reading the book. “You're really something.”

“So are you,” you coo, starting to moan here and there. “Even your thigh can get me off.”

“Can it?”

“It will take a while, but it can… You could get me off faster, though.”

Minho's jaw clenches and he looks at the book again. He knows very well he could get you off in a matter of minutes, but he will not put any part of his body inside of yours—he can't. He promised himself he wouldn't do that just to show you that you're more than just sex to him. “I know how good you are with those fingers.”

He scoffs nd looks away, so you take things further by reaching for his hand. When he lets you do with it as you please, you take two of his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while humming, acting like it’s his dick in your hand and not just the two fingers. 

“Really?” your boyfriend mutters, shaking his head, but his eyes are fixated on your mouth and the way you suck. You’re sure he’s imagining your lips wrapped around his cock right about now.

You pull the fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop and notice how a string of saliva is connecting them to your lips. Good. Minho likes it messy. “What? I know you like it.” Your hand travels down his firm chest, but not before squeezing his pecs, and ends up hovering above his erection. You’re more than happy to see him fully hard, straining against the shorts. “See?”

You grab it and squeeze tight, getting him to groan. “You like it too. Wish you'd let me sit on your face.”

Minho tongues his cheek and looks to the side. He loves having you on his face, mostly because it's not a common occurrence. You prefer to be on your back when he does it, but since he's a big fan of you sitting on him, you give it a try here and there. The fact that you’re talking about that right now just shows him how determined you are to get him to break. “You're insufferable… “

“And here you are, leaking in your underwear because of me,” you tease right back, cocking an eyebrow up.

Minho laughs and finally throws the book to the side. “That’s because someone's leaving a wet trail on my thigh. That horny, huh? Guess you wouldn't be if you just let me fuck you last night.”

You nod at that, realizing he’s absolutely right. You wouldn’t be acting like a total brat now and begging him to fuck you if you had only reacted better last night. He’s right, so you continue bucking your hips into his thigh and apologize. “I'm sorry—”

“Don't apologize for not being in the mood,” Minho cuts you off and grabs your hips, making you stop. He never wants you to feel like sex is an obligation or something you’re doing for him. Both of you have to be in the mood an enjoy it for it to be a good experience that makes your relationship better. “Apologize for hurting my feelings.”

“I am sorry for that. I was just emotional all day and said the dumbest thing I could.” While you're apologizing from the bottom of your heart, you continue grinding against him, your pussy getting just enough friction for you to be unable to even pause. “I know you love me as much as I love you.”

“Hm, good,” he hums happily. “We’re getting somewhere.”

“Does this mean you'll get me off? I know you're perfect with your mouth too,” you lean in and kiss him, just press your lips against his, breathe him in. Then, you deepen the kiss and continue grinding, his hands on your hips now helping you move instead of keeping you in place. “The best.”

Minho chuckles into the kiss and pulls away just to give you a cocky grin. “Tonight at 10, yeah.”

“Baby…” you whine, in awe that he’s still keen on proving you wrong even though you’ve admitted you’re wrong and apologized for it.

“Nu-uh…” Minho tsks at you before licking his lips and looking down at your crotch. “Get off like this. Now I want to see it.”

“Horny little pervert,” you mutter but reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing your naked chest. As always, the sight of you shirtless makes him hum.

“Says the person going crazy on my thigh,” Minho mutters, eyes still locked on your tits.

“Well, since I can't use your dick today…” Minho laughs at that and continues staring as you play with your tits. So, you whine again, “Touch.”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, “seven more hours.”

“Okay.” Since your plan clearly isn’t going to work, you decide to one up yourself. You bring your fingers up to his lips and make him suck on them. Minho lets them slide easily, lets you run them over his tongue, and pull them out. Then, you exchange glances and you bring the wet fingers down to play with your nipple and moan loudly. “I'll do it myself. Enjoy the show.”

Minho stares at you, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. “Where was this slut in you hiding last night?” he coos. “I would have given it to you so good.”

“Fuck!” you hiss, clenching around nothing, starting to buck your hips into him so hard you think it will hurt later. Whenever Minho gets in the mood, his mouth gets dirty, and you love that. “You can still give it to me.”

“Later.”

You whine at that, kicking your head back and groaning, your hips still desperately moving back and forth, pussy dragging across his firm muscle.

“You can do it, just keep moving,” Minho encourages you, clearly wanting you to come even if he doesn’t touch you. “Feels good? Gets you wet, I can feel it…” 

Minho squeezes his muscles, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. “Better?”

“Oh God… yes!”

For a while, you ride his thigh as you two stare at each other hungrily. His cock twitches in his shorts when you start moaning louder, when you frown and whine, when you scream his name as you come. He laughs at that, patting your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “I'm fucking you so hard at 10 pm sharp, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”

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milestone drabbles: hoseok #6

Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now. You need a place to stay for the night. Each of my thoughts about you is improper. [prompts]

⤑ word count: 1.6k ⤑ pairing: hoseok x fem!reader ⤑ genre: smut, pining, former friends with benefits!au ⤑ summary: you run into an old acquaintance at a friend's party ⤑ warnings: 18+, minors dni! smut [protected intercourse, oral (f.receiving), face-sitting], dirty talk, drinking, swearing ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ masterlist ♡ drabbles masterlist ♡ updates ♡ support ♡ ask

Namjoon’s party wasn’t as big as you feared it would be, which is why you’re kind of enjoying it. It’s good to see people you attended school with back in the day, good to see they’ve been doing well, good to know you’re not the only one who hasn’t got everything figured out. It’s also good to see Hoseok, no matter how much you’ve missed the man.

It’s been years since you’ve slept with him last, years since you two even talked, yet your heart skips a beat the second your eyes meet. He is Namjoon’s friend, so you should have expected he was going to be there, yet you let it take you by surprise.

He was the first one to move, to approach you, to stop staring and just come over, greeting you with a big smile and a warm hug, one that lasted a couple of seconds too long for two people who always pretended to be mere acquaintances.

“I’m glad you could make it tonight,” he tells you with a grin. “Let’s have a drink and catch up unless you have other plans.”

Considerate as always, Hoseok gives you a plan B, a way out, an excuse you can use to get away from him if you want to—but you don’t. There’s no one you want to talk to more than him, and you both seem to be aware of that. While he fixes you a drink in the crowded living room and takes you out to the balcony for some privacy, you notice how much he’s changed.

Back then, he dressed like he wanted to be a rapper—baggy clothes, eccentric accessories, outfits that ate him up and made him seem tiny. His hair was all over the place, but you liked it. Now, he looks a lot more put together, wearing something equally eccentric, only this outfit suits him perfectly, shows off his firm body, gives you a glimpse of his chest because the shirt is almost halfway unbuttoned. His hair is swept away from his face, which suits him better, so you compliment him on that when you two sit on the recliners outside and start drinking together.

“Thank you, thank you,” he shoots you a meaningful glance, “happy to hear you like it, I do too.”

“You seem to have changed a lot. In a good way,” you note, sipping on your drink and wondering why you suddenly feel years younger. It’s funny that you feel completely comfortable around Hoseok despite not talking to him in years. You don’t know the first thing about him now.

“I think you’ll find it’s just the same old me under all of this fanciness,” he jokes, biting his lip as he looks at you. “You look just as gorgeous as ever. You don’t really have to try and you get all eyes on you when you show up.”

You scoff, looking into your glass instead of at him. That’s Hoseok for you—always full of compliments, single-handedly building your confidence from scratch, making you feel special. You guess he wasn’t lying, some things about him would never change. “All eyes on me? That’s a bit of a stretch, Hobi.”

Your use of the nickname makes him smirk at you. “Well, you’re right, I shouldn’t speak for others. My eyes are on you, though.”

“Mhm,” you hum and nod, engaging in a smirking contest with him.

“I hope that’s enough,” he adds, making your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly, a couple of things haven’t changed, one of them being his shameless flirting.

“You do?” You scoot over closer, looking at him questioningly. “Why?”

“Uhm, can I be honest?” Hoseok waits for your nod before continuing. He only does after he leans in so much that your faces are almost touching. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

“Jung Hoseok!” you exclaim, placing your hand over your heart and feigning surprise. “That’s so improper!”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Well, each of my thoughts about you is improper. So we might have a problem.”

“That’s nothing that can’t be fixed,” you play along, realizing you’re going home with him tonight. You’re staying at your friend’s place over the weekend while you’re in town, but that doesn’t mean you can’t go over to Hoseok’s for old times’ sake.

“I recommend fixing it at my apartment,” he suggests with a grin. “The problem can be discussed at length in the privacy of my home.”

“And what excuse would you have me use to go there?”

“If you don’t want to admit that you’re still madly in love with me,” Hoseok flashes you a grin, knowing very well, “just say something like… You need a place to stay for the night.”

“Namjoon knows I’m staying with a friend.”

Despite that being true, you two go home together, sneaking out when no one’s looking. Somehow, you’re taken years back into the past when you did this all the time, when it became a habit to sneak out early and go meet up with him, make out on the way there, maybe have sex at a secluded place because you couldn't wait.

Tonight you can’t wait either, but you don’t want this to be a back alley quickie. So, you keep your hands to yourself—other than the cock grabbing you do in the back of the cab—until you reach his apartment. When you get inside, all bets are off, and so are your clothes not even a minute in.

Naked and excited, you two kiss hungrily and stumble over to his bedroom. “I’ve missed this a lot,” you confess as Hoseok’s hands touch you all over, unable to keep it to yourself.

One second, they’re grabbing your tits and playing with your nipples. The next, they are grabbing handfuls of your ass, squeezing it, before moving down between your legs. All of it feels perfect, all of it makes you moan and groan, makes you return the favor.

You did miss him and you realize just how much right now. How did every other guy fade in comparison to Hoseok, who you haven’t been with in years, who hasn’t even touched you properly even now? Yet, he firmly remains the best, the one who works your body like magic.

Hoseok goes a step further than you when he admits, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

He didn’t miss this whole thing of you two hooking up—he missed you, and you’re not sure what to do with that information. It’s late, you’ve been drinking, and you’re way too invested in this idea of having sex with him to talk about feelings.

So, you push him down on the bed and cock your head to the side. “Yeah? Want to show me?”

Hoseok laughs heartily and moves up on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can smirk at you. Everything about his body turns you on, every single detail, the firmness of his thighs, the smooth chest, the hard cock that’s resting on his stomach, in desperate need of your attention. Your mouth waters while you wait for him to say something, but it’s well worth the wait.

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you,” he finally speaks in a tone that makes you want him even more.

It doesn’t take you long to crawl over his body and sit on his face, on his awaiting tongue, riding it while your clit rubs against his nose. You’ve done this many times before with Hoseok, and it still feels just as good—his mouth on you, hands groping your thighs and ass, your hands grabbing the headboard so you can start moving when you feel your orgasm approaching.

It all feels good, warm and familiar, comfortable. It’s been years, yet he remembers exactly what you like. Does that mean you haven’t changed at all? Maybe, but he’s one of the only people who can always get you to orgasm fast.

Hoseok proves this tonight too. When you feel you’re close, you start moving your hips, bucking them into his face, groaning and moaning as you grip his hair. “Shit, your tongue feels so good, please, keep going, you’ll make me co— Fuck!”

The second your hips stop involuntarily jerking towards his face, Hoseok pushes your thighs down, making you crawl downward until you’re positioned right over his dick. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you,” he grunts the confession at you, your excitement smeared over his lips and chin.

He gets the condom on pretty fast, even though you’re distracting him by sucking on his neck and squeezing his balls. The second the condom is on, he pushes it inside of you, allowing you to sink on it fully. The stretch is just perfect like you remember, and the feeling continues even when you start riding him, when your hips move first in circles and then up and down.

“God, baby, please keep moving like that,” Hoseok urges you, one hand on your tit, the other on your ass. “Show me how well you take it.”

“Like this?” You know exactly what he wants so you rest your palms next to his knees, feet next to his hips and lean backward, allowing Hoseok a good look at your naked crotch, at your cunt swallowing his erection fully. You’re so wet from his mouth that his cock makes wet noises when it enters you, squelching filling the room. You know it’s something that just gets the man under you going. “Yeah, that’s what you like right? Want to see it in me…”

His hands grab your hips to help you lift them. “That’s right, be a good girl and ride it… Next round, you pick the position.”

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 8.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 13,452

warnings/includes (!) office altercation, toxic co-worker, miscarriage mentions (nothing happens or will happen, Oc is just worrying/making sure everything is fine), mention of parent death and heart attack, sexual propositioning, the reign of Sera is finally over, Seokjin takes control of the situation 🥵, allusions to narcissism, and I don’t want to spoil too much but the ending is sweet I promise 🤧

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just started reading this because I wanted to wait till the majority of it was finished before I started reading. now with only a couple of chapters left, I'm so excited to finally read it. I've been avoiding your acc so nothing would get spoiled lol

okay so wtf was up with the ending of this chapter?!?! JIN WTF WE EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU !! i hate when men men. also y/n kinda dumb, why was she gonna sit through that entire dinner and wait till the end to say smth?? Anyways I love my man jin, mister man better act right 😤

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 2.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader  au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 7,372

warnings/includes (!) fainting, hospitals, mentions of anaemia and feeling sick, and this chapter is just emotional and a little angsty, I’m sorry! 

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PURE FUCKING RAGE. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOD.

Jordan wtf am I reading?!?!?!?!?! All I can say is oh my god rn, I'm fucking squealing and shouting in the comfort of my home, thank god no one can see me lmaooo ,, at first I was gonna cry because of the altercation between jin and y/n and then even more fucking shit with that bitchass twat sera. If sera was real, ITS ON SIGHT!!! I hope she fucking slaps her, somebody better or I will.

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 7.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,130

warnings/includes (!) ANGST CITY, just straight up no escape, no reprieve, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, worrying behaviour from Sera, lies, I think some of you might get angry at Oc 😬, you may want to give seokjin a hug, basically emotions are high, Yuna is the best as always, an altercation, Thursday morning chaos at the office lmao, Soobin cameos (couldn’t help myself) 

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