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This position is starting to hurt Jisung’s knees, the cool hardwood floor bleeding through his thin sweats. The ache is starting to travel up his thighs, body clenching as the discomfort starts to warp into pain.

But it’s too risky to move. It’s important to stay as still as possible, moving only his arms. Only when absolutely necessary.

SUGGESTIVE - MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: STALKING, PERVERT BEHAVIOR

In his defense, he didn’t think you would be home so early. Your schedule is drilled into his brain — did your Wednesday night meeting get cancelled? Why are you back already?

Jisung is tucked behind the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, carefully watching through the small gap. Left cheek pressed to the wall, only allowing him a limited view.

A good one, nonetheless.

Less than three feet away, a floor length mirror is mounted to the wall. You stand in front of it, carefully removing the jewelry you wore today. The dress you have on is one of his favorites — a little too short for work, hugging your body and showing off your beautiful curves. He likes that he can see the outline of your upper thighs, how it squeezes just beneath your chest to make your tits look extra perky.

It’s the dress you wore when he first met you. Sitting at a high top table in a fancy bar downtown, chatting with two coworkers of yours. You gave him a warm smile while placing your order. A dirty martini, extra olives if he doesn’t mind. So polite, so delicate. When you took the glass from him, your fingers touched. And Jisung knew he wouldn’t be able to shake you.

He doesn’t usually do things like this, but there’s just something about you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever dreamed of. Even if you were unaware of it, you were his, and that was never going to change.

You reach behind your neck, undoing the clasp on your dress. Next came the zipper, the sound sending a delicious chill down Jisung’s spine. As quietly as possible, he picks up the polaroid camera by his feet. Positioning it in the gap, watching through the little window, waiting for the perfect shot.

It comes when you’re wiggling yourself out of the dress, pink lacy bra on display. Fuck, is that providing you any support? Your nipples are visible, pointed from the cool air hitting them. God, you’re breathtaking.

Click.

Quickly, he takes the picture from the camera and drops it to the ground. Readying himself for another shot.

And oh, look at that. Matching panties. Maybe a little too small, judging on the way they’re hugging your ass. But oh how pretty they look on your soft skin. You turn, allowing him a back shot. Click.

He gets a few more shots; one of you leaning in, checking your makeup in the mirror. Another of you adjusting the bra, fingers cupping your covered breasts and head rolling back. As if enjoying the feeling of your touch.

Finally, you step away from the mirror, walking into the ensuite bathroom and shutting the door. Jisung groans quietly as he stands, legs going numb from crouching on them for so long. Grabbing his bag, he quickly (yet carefully) throws the camera in there, filing the photos into his special little album.

All the pretty shots of you.

He’s out of your bedroom, leaving no trace that he was ever there. In and out with ease, every single time. And you’re none-the-wiser. Even if he’s being a little careless today, rushing out so he can get home. Running a bit behind the schedule of his own.

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Jisung fidgets with the cuff of his blazer, fastening and unfastening the little gold button over and over. Why is he so nervous? This should be a breeze for him; it’s not like he’s ever been on a date before.

But when he sees you walking towards the table, the same warm smile you gave him months ago painted on your face, it all makes sense.

He’s quick to stand, moving around the table to pull out your chair. The perfect gentleman.

“Thank you so much.” You say, sliding into the seat and allowing him to push the chair is. Only when he is seated do you speak again. “Jisung, right?”

God, his name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” You pick up the menu, carefully flipping through it. “I have to admit, I am a little nervous.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve just…” you take a deep breath, huffing out a small laugh. “I’ve never met someone off a dating app before.”

Jisung makes a little “ah” sound, picking up his own menu. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“Neither have I.”

His heart is soaring, the laugh you give so full. Happy. “Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

You’re so sweet, funny. The way you focus on him when he speaks is something he’s never experienced before — it’s like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. In him. You laugh at the right moments, ask all the right questions.

Never has there been a more perfect person for him. Jisung has known that for months, but this is just confirmation.

Within a blink, the two of you are sharing a cheesecake, huddled over the small circular table. He takes a risk, offering you a bite from his fork. You take it, wrapping your lips around it as you blink up at him. Moaning as the chocolatey taste hits your tongue.

“I don’t do this, but-“ you smile playfully at him. “-would you want to come home with me?”

Jisung reaches across the table, cupping your face to wipe the bit of cake on your chin away.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

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♡ drunk with changbin

⇢ pairing: changbin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.3k ⇢ genre: smut, friends to lovers ⇢ summary: you think changbin is pretty and you really want to kiss him but you don’t mean to say it out loud ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; both characters have been drinking; smut [dry humping, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex, mouth fucking, cum in mouth] ⇢ masterlist ♡ series masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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You’re lying on Changbin’s lap, resting your head on his thigh while he plays with your hair and watches the show. You’re both tipsy—you more than him, which is why he can still focus on the show, and all you can focus on is your pretty friend’s pretty face and full lips and kind eyes and squishy cheeks and somewhat curly hair because he let it air dry and all you want to do is kiss hi—

“You want to kiss me?” Changbin looks down at you with confusion written all over his face. Did you say that out loud? You couldn’t have, right?

You stare right back at him, probably looking just as confused. “Uh, I, what?”

“You just said I’m pretty and you want to kiss me,” Changbin reminds you. Then, he pinches your cheek and smiles at you sweetly. “You really are drunk.”

“You are pretty,” you shrug, “and your ex did say you’re a great kisser.” Somehow, it isn’t as big of an embarrassment as you thought it would be.

“Did she now?” Changbin asks, even though he doesn’t sound that interested in hearing her opinion on it. The look on his face tells you he’s in a teasing mood though, but what else is new? “What else did you ask her about, nosy?”

“I’m not nosy,” you grunt, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. It wasn’t like that, it really wasn’t. She offered this information to you without you having to say a word. “She said it.”

“What did she say?”

“That you’re, uh… Great at everything.”

You’re downplaying it a bit. Changbin’s ex told you a lot when she took you out for drinks, and you had a feeling she only did that to mark her territory, to show you he’s off limits to you, that he’s hers.

Women sense these things, and you’re sure she realized you had feelings for him, even though you’d never act on them. So, she asked you out for a drink or two just to explain how happy Changbin made her in all the possible ways. Little did she know that her confession did little to affect your feelings for her then-boyfriend.

“Just that?” Your friend sighs and looks at the screen. “Doesn’t sound too appealing.”

“She said… You’re great with your mouth,” you admit, biting down on your lip. “Kissing and, uh, other things.”

Changbin’s lips quiver into a smile, and he sneaks a glance your way. “And that’s what you like?”

“I… I didn’t say that.” 

You meant it, though. You want Changbin’s mouth everywhere. In fact, you want your mouth on him too—you want to lick and suck until he comes all over himself. If you could, you’d ride his firm thigh, rub your pussy all over it while your hands glide all over his body, and tease him further. You want your mouth on his cock, too, want to hear how pretty he sounds when someone chokes on his di—

“Did you hear me?” he repeats himself, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. What in the world has gotten into you? “What did you mean then? Didn’t you say you want to kiss me?”

“I did,” you admit once you’re backed into a corner.

“Because she said I’m good with my mouth?” Changbin raises an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you respond, nodding and looking away from his face.

“Hm… So you just want to test if it’s true through a kiss? Not… other things?”

“Other things?”

“Other things I can do with my mouth?”

You feel yourself dripping when Changbin says that and looks right at you, tonguing his cheek provocatively. Does he not get how hot he looks when he does it? “I…”

“Think about it,” he shrugs, “I’m more than down if that’s what you’re saying.”

He focuses on the screen again, and you let yourself look up at him. Did he just suggest you two… Fuck? Or does he just want to go down on you? Either way, it’s… A lot. For a while, you don’t say a word, wondering if it’s stupid to pass up on this opportunity. “Yes.”

Changbin instantly looks at you. “Yes, what?”

You take a deep breath, look into his eyes, and don’t even blink when you admit how you feel. “I want it.”

“Want what?”

He’s expecting you to say you want his mouth on you, which you definitely do. But, you go a step further, letting the alcohol cloud your judgment even more. “You.”

“Oh.” Changbin clears his throat and sits up straight. “Come here then.”

It all happens so fast—you sitting up, Changbin pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him, placing your hands on his chest. Though clothed, you can feel how firm his pecs are, how nice they feel under your palms. “You want to ride it bad, huh?” he asks and looks down, which makes you realize you’re dry humping him, pushing your crotch against his erection like you’re an animal in heat, like you have no sense of self-control.

You bite your lip and chuckle. “Maybe.”

“You’re not getting all shy on me now, are you?” he asks, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss, a real one. It feels nothing like the joking pecks you’ve given each other before—this one is much deeper, needier, much more real. Changbin doesn’t even push his tongue into your mouth—even though it grazes your bottom lip and you moan at the touch—but he still manages to get you even wetter.

In fact, embarrassingly enough, you’re so wet by the time he starts groping your ass that you’ve already left a wet trail over his sweatpants, which he points out. “Oh God, you like me a lot lot.”

“Changbin…” You hit his chest playfully, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to give everything away. You’ve already said goodbye to your dignity at this point.

“What?” He grabs both your wrists and presses them against his chest, jutting his head out like he’s challenging you. “You don’t?”

“I like you,” you say, wanting to make things right again. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” your friend asks, pushing his hips into you from below, creating even more friction between you two. “We’re friends. Of course you like me.”

Is he fishing for it now? Does he want you to say it out loud? “I like you as a guy too. Romantically,” you admit with a gulp. Changbin smiles at you, so you continue. “Sexually.”

He nods, a warm look on his face, a smile spreading across it. “Then nothing’s stopping us from fucking each other’s brains out because I like you that same way too. You’re a great friend, don’t get me wrong,” he says as he hooks a finger under the gusset of your underwear and pulls it to the side, revealing your wet crotch. It makes you hiss because you suddenly feel so open, wet and ready, vulnerable. “But you’re an attractive woman and it’s really easy to fall for you.”

You’re at a loss for words, but you make up for it by grabbing the hem of his boxers and pants and pulling them away from his body just enough for your other hand to sneak in and grab his cock, giving it a slow tug. Changbin lifts his hips, letting you pull his clothes a bit down, enough for his cock to spring free from his boxers. The way he moans when you tug at his erection makes you press your thighs together, but you can’t—not with him between them.

“Sure you want to do this with me?” Changbin asks like it’s not painfully obvious you’re completely smitten by him. You haven’t stopped staring at his thick cock ever since he let you get it out of his pants.

You hum slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Yes. With you.”

“Even if we’ve both had a bit to drink?” Changbin repeats, clearly wanting to be 100% sure before you two take a step you just can’t take back.

“I wanted it before today,” you respond instantly, gulping. It’s a big thing to admit, yet it doesn’t feel that difficult to say. “I’ll want it tomorrow too.”

“Good,” Changbin grins, his hand moving the tip of his dick towards your sopping entrance, “we can keep doing this then.”

With that, he inserts his cockhead inside you and places both hands on your hips, pushing you down until you take his cock fully, both of you grunting when you do. Fuck, he feels good. You’re so wet you feel no stinging, even though he’s going in without any prep. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Changbin admits before he grunts loudly—all because you’ve started to move your hips. “Want it so much.”

“Me too,” you agree and lean in for another wet kiss that takes your breath away.

It all feels good—him inside of you, his hands groping your ass while you move your hips up and down, enjoying the way his cock stretches you, how much wetter it gets you. You also like having his mouth on yours, your hands on his face, keeping Changbin close. You’ve never been this close to a guy while riding him—it feels like you’re connected in every possible way, especially when he wraps his arms around you and presses you flush against his chest. “Feel so good,” you finally whisper into the kiss. “I knew you would.”

“Thought about it a lot?” he suggests before kissing his way to your ear. The trail of butterfly kisses makes you clench around his cock and you start moving your hips back and forth so he keeps kissing you.

“Yeah, yes,” you’re quick to admit, moving one of your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair, tugging at it when his mouth attaches to the sweet spot on your neck—tongue pushing against it before he sucks, which makes you clench around his shaft even harder. “God, Changbin!”

He chuckles into your skin. “What? You said you wanted to know how good I am with my mouth.”

“I’ll die if you go on,” you say, feeling like your heart is about to stop. It’s all too good, being on top of him, having him in you, his mouth on you… Too good.

“Always so dramatic!” He tsks at you and pushes you down onto the sofa, getting you into a lying position before you can even react.

You protest, whining at the loss of his cock, but Changbin quickly shuts you up by getting on top of you and shoving his dick in you again. “Better?”

You hum and spread your legs wider, hooking one over the back of the sofa, the other one resting on the floor. “Fuck,” he grunts and looks at the sight of you fully spread for him. “You must really want this.”

“Don’t you?”

“Let me show you how much,” Changbin suggests. And then, he starts fucking you, let's you feel all of him as he smacks his hips into yours, shoving his entire cock inside of you. Every movement makes you whine and cry out—it’s so intense you feel like he’ll break you into two. At the same time, you need more. So, you ask him for more by moaning the word over and over again.

“Sh, shh, that’s right,” Changbin lowers his voice when he realizes you’re out of it, just repeating the same word with tears in your eyes, brimming with pleasure. “Relax, let me take care of you… You’re being so good to me.”

You’re not sure what exactly about those words does it for you, but something does, and you come around his cock, screaming his name and completely relaxing, letting your body just lay there while you recover. It’s like every nerve in your body is screaming, and you’re sure the look on Changbin’s face isn’t helping at all—he’s smirking at you, but he’s all sweaty and worked up, which makes you think he’s down bad too, and that’s comforting.

“Come here,” you say as you grab his thighs. So, seeing as he has no other choice, Changbin pulls out and crawls over your body—you’re pulling him towards you, stopping only when he’s straddling your chest.

And then, you open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and look at him, hoping that's an invitation enough for him to let you taste him. “Now you’re trying to kill me,” he mumbles but places his cock onto your tongue regardless, humming when you start sucking.

He tastes like you and precum, and for some reason, you can’t get enough of it. It could be because you’ve been wanting to taste him for years now, it could be because you have feelings for him, it could be because Changbin makes the sweetest moans when you suck on his cock, and you get to see it all since you’re between his legs. Your hands grab his ass, which gets him to groan.

“Ah, fuck!” he mutters, starting to fuck your mouth slowly, and there’s something really attractive about the faces he’s making, the way he scrunches his face in pleasure when you run your tongue along his dick or suck on its sensitive head. “I’ll come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

You nod and keep going, enjoying the effect you have on him—Changbin’s hand is holding your chin in place, fingers digging into your cheeks while he stuffs your mouth full of cock. Not long after, he blows his load down your throat, careful not to make you choke. When the last drop spills out of him and onto your tongue, he rests his cock there. “Suck, please.”

You do as asked and he shivers, grunting loudly before he moves away and sits down. You stay like that for a while, both half-naked and spent, just looking at each other and smiling stupidly. Then, Changbin starts caressing your thigh and rubbing it all the way up to your waist. “You know, I still haven’t shown you how good I am with my mouth. Let me taste. Please.”

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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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lmao that last bit of y/n overthinking about jin going to see the ob and dating anyone he wants to was real as hell. love it.

on god, sera gets under my skin too,, would love to sock a b****

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 5.

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; 8,410

warnings/includes (!) jungkook is a loveable asshole, first baby check-up which includes a transvaginal ultrasound, oc gets a teeny-weeny bit jealous but she won’t admit it, SERA (she needs her own warning by now lmao) 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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...MORE OF THE PEG !!

please im pegging begging

day 10 ♡ chan

⇢ pairing: chan x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 805 ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: pegging, double-ended dildo ⇢ summary: chan tests his limits with you ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; use of a double-ended dildo, anal penetration, mentions of rimming and anal fingering ⇢ day 9 ♡ day 11 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Something this non-masculine shouldn’t feel so good, that’s what Chan thinks. Why would it feel this good? Getting penetrated is the furthest thing from masculine he can imagine, yet here he is, craving it, enjoying it, never wanting you to stop.

It’s your fault, it’s all your fault. Before you, Chan enjoyed being the one in control, the one who was in charge even if was just lying there and letting someone else do all the work. It was the way things were supposed to work—he was there to fuck the other person, not the other way around.

And then, you two met, and you showed him giving up some control can be good. He can try out new things too, instead of always being the one to teach his partners something. Through this learning process, Chan figured out that having someone play with your ass actually feels good, no matter how much he thought he’d hate it.

He could play with yours all day, but the thought of you touching him there made him feel too… vulnerable. Too open. It was just more intimate than what Chan was ready for back then.

With time, though, he let you try what you wanted to try with him, trusted you enough not to make you stop when you rimmed him, when you used your tongue to make him feel things he’s never felt before, made him come so hard he almost passed out.

Then, Chan let you finger him. The feeling was completely different from your tongue, but because you took your sweet time with him and ensured he was ready for it, he enjoyed it. In fact, he wanted more of it as soon as it was done, thought about your finger in him when he would jerk off.

Later, he let you try out a toy on him while you blew him. Nowadays, he expects at least a thumb pressed against his ass while you suck him off—some kind of contact has to happen. You’ve conditioned him to enjoy it, and that’s what’s funny about it. Something he was repulsed by has now become a regular thing in his life and he enjoys every second of it.

So, Chan is not surprised at all that he’s enjoying your latest stunt—a double-ended dildo, one end of which is inside your pussy, the other in his ass. You two have been in this position before without the toy separating you, only that time, his dick was in you and he was the one pushing his hips into you, enjoying the way his cock just sank into your hole with ease. Now you’re sitting with your legs intertwined, crotches inches away from each other, the pretty thick dildo connecting your bodies.

“Why is this so fucking hot?” he grunts the question at you, unhappy with the fact that he loves seeing the same toy enter you and him at the same time, not to mention how perfectly it fills him up. You get the thicker part of the dildo, as agreed, so Chan can only imagine how good it feels in your pussy, especially after he’s made you come with his mouth, got you all hot and bothered, wet and messy, ready for the toy.

You did the same to him, so the smaller part of the toy that’s inside of him feels like heaven, rubs his prostate just right, makes his cock leak precum against his toned stomach. You’re both grunting and using the toy to get off, and something about it feels so dirty and wrong that it just turns Chan on even more. You should do this more often.

“It’s like we’re fucking each other,” you hiss back, grinning before you look down again, “but in a way we just can’t. You can’t fuck me while I fuck you… That’s why this is amazing.”

“Makes sense. Wish it didn’t.”

His admission makes you chuckle and lean in to kiss him. You’re the one who’s moving more, who’s trying to fuck the toy. Whenever you let it sink into you, you push it into Chan a bit further, but it’s nowhere close to the feeling of you fucking him with a toy. Still, the sight makes up for it—he loves seeing you with anything stuck inside of you, filling your pretty pussy up, making you groan and arch your back. “You’re just bitter that you like it.”

“So what if I am?”

You giggle and continue to move the same way you do when you’re fucking yourself against his cock, which is now rock hard and resting on his lower stomach, dying for your attention. But, Chan knows he’ll come fast if he touches himself. “Not manly enough for you?” you tease, squeezing the toy and smacking your hips against it so it enters him faster, deeper. “Don’t feel like a man with a dildo in your little ass?”

“Shut up,” Chan tells you in between moans, making it very clear he doesn’t mean it. He wouldn’t be here sweating and leaking precum if he wasn’t enjoying every second of it. “I can still fuck you into tomorrow.”

“Baby,” you coo, giggling, “I know you can. You can also take it in the ass. What’s so wrong with that?”

Chan sighs and looks down, pretending he didn’t hear you. He can’t answer that question because he doesn’t know.

“I think it’s really hot,” you go on, groaning when the toy enters you fully. “You’re so big and manly and attractive… But you like your ass played with. Those two shouldn’t work well together, but they do, and I love it so much—”

“I know you do,” he agrees with a hum, happy to know you’re having fun. “You just want to prove that you’re right about ass stuff.”

“No, I want you to have the best orgasms with me…” you admit, smiling at him sweetly as if you’re not impaling yourself on a toy to get off, for his eyes only. Everything about you is perfect, including the fact that you can always tell when something is on his mind. “And don’t you?”

“I do,” Chan nods enthusiastically, “every time.”

“Then? Just enjoy it. No one knows but us,” you reassure him, which is exactly what he needs to relax his walls and let the toy enter him a bit further.

“It shouldn’t feel this fucking good… I wish I could fuck you at the same time.”

“We can help each other,” you say with a cocked up eyebrow, head tilted to the side. You seem playful, so he knows you’re up to something. “Just push yourself against it, let it enter you… Please.”

Chan hates doing this—he feels slutty for bucking his hips into a toy, enjoying the way it rams into his ass and rubs his prostate, hating the way his cock twitches at it, but he does it for you. The next second, you do the same thing, which causes the toy to push towards him. The next time he bucks his hips, there’s more friction since you’ve just pushed the toy.

So, that’s what you two do, just fuck the toy at the same time, swirling your hips, naked and panting, too turned on to care about keeping it down. It goes on for a long time, so long Chan is afraid he’ll lose his voice from moaning. He’s the first one to come, cum spraying out of his cock and landing everywhere on you and him, but neither one of you stops fucking the toy. Only after he blows does he start moving his hips so fast you practically scream for him and spread your legs wide, letting him use the toy to fuck your orgasm out of you. He hates that it all feels so good.

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*MOST FEM SQUEELLLL EVER*

Look at me, loving the bare minimum. I'm so happy he came back, god I love him. I can't wait to see how the story progresses, they're so cute when they're together

Also i really love this dual pov, because I love knowing what's going on in his head too 😊

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 3.

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; 8,068

warnings/includes (!) tiniest mention of abortion, mentions of unprotected sex 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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