Yea I Def Liked This One.

yea I def liked this one.

After I discovered that there was a whole genre of pothead jisung fics, my entire reading experience has changed for the better. Bcuz like (personal tmi), sexual pleasure while high is so other worldly and reading these just gets that

hard (but soft) bf jisung thought below the cut (not proofread - don’t come for me)

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

clouds of earthy smelling smoke filled your lungs as you laid on your bed, head hanging off the side. jisung sat at your feet, eyes closed in bliss as he took a slow drag of the joint he had rolled only minutes before.

jisung tapped the bottom of your foot to get your attention. “more?” his voice was raspy from the smoke and the lingering sleep that had yet to leave his system.

“no, i’m ‘kay.” you mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling fan above you. around and around it spun, drying your eyes out with its gentle breeze. or maybe they were dry because you hadn’t blinked in the last minute, or maybe it was because of the weed. either way, when your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but moan quietly as they finally got some rest.

jisung finished the joint, putting the nub out on the ashtray beside the bed. the mattress moved under his weight, stopping only once he was between your legs. grabbing your knees, he spread your legs out, stretched as far as they could possible go. you could feel his legs rubbing against yours, shifting closer and closer to your middle. even in your high state, you could guess what was to come next, even lifting your hips in preparation.

but hands never found your hips, ridding you from the pink cotton layer that hid your core away. instead, you felt the weight of his head on your lower belly, jisung flipping on his side and pulling your thighs until they squished him in the middle of your body.

jisung held onto your leg, fingers drawing hearts on your bare skin. “love you.” he whispered before placing a tender kiss on your thigh.

blindly, as your head was still over the edge and eyes were still closed, your hands searched for his head, threading your fingers through his fluffy hair. he hummed against your thigh, nose nuzzling into you as you played with his hair.

“love you.”

“mean it?”

“always.”

you could feel his smile on your thigh, feel his giggle making your soft skin jiggle. he was always an affectionate partner; always doting on you, covering you with kisses whenever he could, showering you with praises and a love you never thought you deserved. jisung did, though, and didn’t let a day go by without reminding you that you did.

but something about your boyfriend high made him more lovely. praises leaving his soft lips more, kisses with a bit more passion behind them, “love you”s said a little more firmly. it was cute - the way he was so openly smitten for you no matter his state of mind.

“baby?” his voice was muffled against your thigh.

“yeah?”

“can you lift your head up? i miss your face.”

giggling, you planted your palms on the mattress and pushed yourself up. jisung rolled onto his belly, chin now resting on your stomach as he stared at you. the laziest smile painted his face, so large that his eyes fluttered shut.

“there’s my pretty girl.” his voice was low, it had been all afternoon, but something about that sentence with that tone-

“jiiiiiii.” you whined, going to dangle over the edge again. jisung was quicker than you, though, grabbing your upper thighs and pulling you further down the bed until your head was now resting on it instead of over it.

“that’s better.” he was now face to face with your collarbones from shifting you on the bed. his lips kissed where they met, little butterfly kisses landing across each collarbone. once he was done kissing those, he moved to your shoulders. then your neck. then his kisses were underneath your ears, and the room felt stuffy, and not from the weed.

his lips brushed on your earlobe, causing your hands to fly up, intertwining your fingers with his hair again.

“mm, almost forgot.” his voice was nothing but a whisper, daring to pull your earlobe in his mouth. he released the cartilage with a pop. “pretty baby likes when i’m close enough to whisper in her ear, yeah?”

his hands had gone rouge, one slipping under your tank top while the other played with the lower hem of your panties. instead of responding, you arched your back, hips pushing into the hand that was close by. you heard (more like felt) jisung huff a laugh, fingers nimbly pushing your panties to the side.

his fingers found your silt, the two of you moaning in unison as he touched you for the first time that day.

“always so wet, so ready for me.” jisung pushed his fingers up, slightly pausing to tease your clit, then down, pausing again to tease your entrance. “always such a good girl for me. right, baby? you’re my good girl?”

he increased the pressure of his movements, of the amount of time he spent at your clit and entrance. chest rapidly rising and falling, you found what little strength you had to answer. “ ‘m good girl. ji’s good girl.”

he rewarded your confirmation with two fingers pushing into you, his body breaking out into goosebumps as you arched into him more. knuckles deep, he pulled them out slowly to his fingertips before pushing back in, slower than how he dragged them out.

“my perfect, perfect angel.” he was panting now, hard on gently rocking against your thigh. the feeling made you dizzy, the weed making all of your senses feel overwhelmed in the best way. “god, i can never get enough of you. so beautiful, so wonderful and all-“ his thumb found your clit, pressing down hard and rubbing up and down “-all mine. forever.”

your hands fell to his cheeks, pulling his face out of your neck to look at you. his brown eyes found yours; red around the edges, blown wide from his highs - the high of the weed, the high of you, and the high of his love.

“forever?” your voice was cracking, but it was hard to tell if it was from the tears forming in your waterline or the rope in your lower belly that was so close to snapping.

jisung smiled at you, genuine and sweet. “forever. my girl. my love. forever.”

the words made your body tingle, dam finally breaking as your came with a moan and tears around him. head thrown back in ecstasy, you cried into the afternoon sun filled room, hips grinding against his fingers as you rode this new high out.

once his fingers were out of you, and his head was now resting on your chest, you repeated his earlier question.

“mean it?”

he squeezed you tighter, body pressed flushed against yours.

“always.”

©: chvnnie 2022

Now this just isn't fair,, there has to be more

...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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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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This is Partners Joon, no one can fight me on this @btssmutgalore

he’s so beautiful ♡

are you really so caught up in your favs that you cant even objectively criticize the members? get youre headass out of here, even sehuns a better rapper than jin. Youre saying that an overproduced mediocre good-for-nothing-else-so-we'll-make-you-a-rapper is the best rapper of all time is disrespectful. tupac, biggie, and naz are laughing at you as we speak. punk ass kpop fans. you know nothing about hiphop.

i got this ask because i called seokjin the godfather of rap

*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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