*MOST FEM SQUEELLLL EVER*

*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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Just typed in #subhyunjin and wasn't expecting this masterpiece to fall right onto my lap,, thank you writer-nim *chef's kiss*

vacation | hyunjin

Day 01: Exhibitionism | Semi-Public Hand Jobs

Pairing: GN!Reader/Hyunjin

Characters: Reader, Hyunjin, Chan, (Jisung and Minho are mentioned)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, hand jobs, sub!Hyunjin, fingering, I guess this would be semi-public sex?? They're on the back porch of a vacation home, so not actually public. voyeurism, little bits of begging and praise kink thrown in there bc who am I without that?

Summary: You're spending the week with your boyfriend, Hyunjin, and the rest of the Stray Kids members in a vacation home. After Hyunjin comes out to join you on the porch, things get a little hot and heavy where anyone can see.

Happy Kinktober my loves! 🎃🖤

You let out a happy sigh as you rest in your chair. The cool breeze flows by you as you relax on the porch of the vacation home you and the boys were staying at. You prop your feet up on the banister of the porch, overlooking the autumn trees and the small creek, hearing the calming sounds of the water flowing in the stream.

You hear the back door open, Hyunjin stumbling out of the house, giving you a sleepy smile as he sees you. His long, blond hair is in a loose bun, the free golden strands framing his face perfectly.

“Hey, pretty,” you smile, giggling as he flops into your lap instead of the chair next to you.

“Morning,” he mumbles, sitting sideways across your lap to tuck his face in your neck. He nuzzles against you with a contented sigh, hand moving up to lightly hold the front of your hoodie. You lightly tug at his hair tie, letting his hair fall to his shoulders.

“Morning, love,” you chuckle, stroking his hair. You rub the back of your hand gently along his cheek, feeling him shiver softly.

Hyunjin lets out another yawn before murmuring, "Anyone else up?”

“Minho and Ji went to the store a few minutes ago, but I haven’t seen any of the others this morning,” you hum, lightly rubbing his back as he melts into your hold.

You look down as he settles into your lap, his feet resting on the banister to make room. Your gaze trails up his legs, freezing as you see him tinting in the baggy sleep pants. A smirk fills your lips as you glance around, not seeing anyone near.

He squirms slightly as you run your fingers over his hip, he gives a surprised squeak as you thumb over his waistband.

"Mm," you murmur, kissing his temple. "What's wrong, baby?" "Nothing!" he huffs, a pout filling his lips.

You kiss his forehead again, thumbing at his hip before dipping your fingers under the loose waistband of his pajama pants. He lets out a stuttering sigh as you lightly drag your nails from his hip to his inner thigh. He trembles a little, pressing closer to you.

"Are you cold?" you teasingly whisper, pushing his shirt up slightly with your other hand to trail over his abs.

He groans, and you feel him shiver, but he says nothing as you continue your movements. He lays his head on your shoulder as you run your hands up his thighs, letting them slip beneath the elastic band of his boxers. He moans softly when you press your fingers harder, and you can hear the soft whimper in his breath.

"I'll help you warm up," you purr, kissing down his neck as he shuffles to sit up higher in your lap. You slowly slide your hand down his body, gripping his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. His breathing picks up, and he presses a hand against the arms of the chair. He makes no move to stop you, so you continue, slipping your fingers lower and teasing at his hole.

Hyunjin lets out a long, drawn-out moan as he shifts around your lap again. You pull your hands away, lightly patting his hip to have him stand. He looks up to you with a betrayed look, a whine leaving his lips.

“Just getting you more comfortable, Jinnie,” you hum, having him stand before tugging his pants down, pulling him back to your lap, and having him lean his back against your front.

He lets out an embarrassed whine as you place his thighs on the outside of yours, moving your legs to force his thighs open. He lets out a moan as you stroke his length over his boxers, sliding your fingertips over the tip of his shaft. You dip your finger into the waistband again, making him shudder and whine more.

"Y/N!" he whimpers, burying his face into your neck, closing his eyes tight as you begin stroking him faster.

You shush him, squeezing his base in a firm grip, “Don’t wake the others, baby.”

“Oooh…,” he breathes, his voice muffled.

You grin, dipping your hand further down to stroke him.

"Mmph…" he moans, leaning his head back as you continue to stroke him.

You take your time, taking pleasure in the way he reacts to your touch. You shift around until your other hand is between his legs, cupping his balls as you stroke him. He gasps, biting his lip as you trail kisses down his neck.

"More," he moans, his hips bucking against your hand. His gaze keeps flicking up to the second-story windows, knowing his bandmates are still asleep.

You grip him tighter, stroking him fast and deep. He cries out loudly, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Hmm, I don't know if you can handle 'more,' baby," You teasingly hum.

"I-I can, I'll be good for you," Hyunjin moans, his legs shaking around your legs as you speed up even more. You let go of his base, gripping the elastic of his boxers and yanking them down, revealing his shaft to the air.

"How does it feel, baby?" You ask, taking hold of his length once more, thumbing over the beading tip.

"That feels good, y/n," he whines, looking up at you through his lashes, his cheeks flushed.

You give him a mischievous smile, leaning down and kissing down his neck. You take notice of his attention constantly going towards the window, your own gaze slowly going up to the glass panel.

"Mmm… what do you want, baby?" you ask between kisses, nibbling on his sweet spot. "Want them to peek out and see you like this? Want them to know that you're mine?"

"Y-yes," he whimpers, his hips buckling against your hand.

"Yeah? What else do you want?" You smirk.

"You…” he whimpers, biting his lip, writhing on your lap.

“You already have me, Jinnie,” you hum, moving your other hand back to his leg, pulling it to the banister for easier access.

"I s-stretched myself in the shower this morning," Hyunjin moans, his hips bucking in your lap. He moved his other foot to the window sill next to you, spreading his thighs as much as he could to give you more access to him.

"Fuck…" he mumbles, letting out a deep sound as you rake your nails from his thigh, letting your fingers wander to his hole.

"Can you handle it?" you tease, giving him a gentle push. “You gonna be good for me?”

He whines, his knees trembling as you ease a finger inside him. He whimpers, hands moving to hold your wrists. He doesn’t try to stop your movements, just lightly gripping you for support. You start to pump your finger in and out of him, feeling him relax around you.

"Is this what you want?" you smirk, kissing him again.

"Yes! Please, y/n." Hyunjin begs.

You grin, pushing two fingers inside him. Hyunjin whimpers and moans, shifting his weight so he can grind his hips into your hand. He jerks and moans, his whole body tensed.

"Ahh… yes!" he moans, pushing his hips forward, trying to get deeper.

"Beg for it," you murmur, tightening your grip as he lets out a low groan. You glance back up at the window, smiling as you see the curtain move the smallest amount.

His breath hitches as he moans, "Please, Y/N. I need more. Make me cum."

"Tell me how badly you want it," you purr, pressing your fingers harder inside him.

"Need it, n-now," He whimpers, "You're driving me crazy, y/n. Just… please," he pushes his hips forward, grinding against your hand.

You keep going until you can feel him twitch and tighten around your fingers.

“C-Can I?” Hyunjin grunts, pushing his head to lean against your shoulder.

“Yeah, baby. You’ve been so good,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Cum whenever you’re ready, Jinnie.”

"A-Ahh!" he cries out, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, his entire body trembling as he pushes back onto your fingers. You begin stroking him faster, letting your fingers trail along a vein on the underside of his dick.

His hips falter, stuttering their movements as he tightens around your fingers. A broken moan leaves his lips as he hits his climax. His cum decorates your hand, the warmth filling your palm. You take your fingers out of his hole, kissing him once more while his orgasm subsides.

"Mm… thank you," he murmurs, dazedly nuzzling against your side. His legs drop from the windowsill and banister, Hyunjin trying to weakly curl into your arms.

You laugh softly, "Glad to help, baby."

He snuggles against you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. You let yourself stay still, enjoying the moment, content with the warm presence of your boyfriend in your lap.

After a moment, you lightly pat his thigh, causing him to whine and force his face further into your shoulder.

“At least put your pants back on,” you chuckle, gently nudging him off of your lap to stand on shaky legs.

Hyunjin scrambles up, pulling his pants back up and pouting as you stand from your chair before he could sit again. “Inside, Jinnie,” you hum, lightly patting his bum as you walk by.

You make quick work of cleaning off your hand as you pass by the kitchen while Hyunjin heads for the couch. He flops onto the cushions and makes grabby hands for you as you walk back into the room.

You sit beside him on the couch, grinning at the sight of him sprawled on the couch, his eyes drooping closed with a smile as you lay next to him. You tuck the blankets around both of you, nestling in closer to his side. You lay your head on his chest and lightly rub your hand up and down on his stomach.

“Love you, Y/N,” Hyunjin mumbles on the verge of sleep.

“Love you too, baby,” you chuckle.

A sound on the staircase draws your attention away from Hyunjin, a red-faced Chan peaking around the corner of the staircase, biting his lip as he gets caught. You muffle your laugh and wink at the leader, him clearing his throat as he quickly makes his way into the kitchen. A smirk fills your face as you notice the large red blush fillings Chan's cheeks, both you and Hyunjin being well aware that Chan's window overlooked the porch you were previously sitting on.

This will be a fun week at the vacation house.

A/N: Happy Kinktober my loves! Sosososoooo excited for spooky season, hope you guys like it! Keep a lookout, I'm doing a mix of Kinktober and Fluffotber this year!

I might do a taglist for kinktober/flufftober, so if you guys are interested, let me know!

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

Lost in the lights, lost in the lights I'm outta my mind for @userjiminie

Very hot. 10/10 would read again. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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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Rereading my favorite jimin fic series in honor of the baby boy's birthday

GOOD BOY ‖ six

Jimin pays you a late night visit.

word count: 10k genre: smut [masturbation, dirty talk]

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