I Just Came While I Finished Reading This

I just came while I finished reading this

❛BRUISES AND BALLET SHOES❜ ( l. jeno )

💬nia's notes: based on this drabble. is this late? absolutely but was hidden with all the other unfinished drafts.

p. badboy!jeno x goodgirl!reader w. 1.5k+

warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk , name calling.

— 𖦹 ( jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance ) !

you peeked your head out the curtain — the reserved seat still empty as people began to fill up the stadium. you pouted , closing the curtains. 'where is he? he promised he'd make it'

"(name)?" your director tapped your shoulder. "you okay?" you nodded. "good , we need you ready , there are a lot of people here to see you." you smiled , shaking your head. "i'm alright." there were many people here to see you , but not the one you wanted.

"jesus you guys look like crap." renjun sat at the computer as the rest of them came limping back in. "yeah well we can't all stay behind the computer." haechan opened up the freezer , grabbing a frozen pack for his eye. "some of us have to fight."

normally jeno would've entertained them , but he looked at the clock and went into panic mode , he was gonna be so late. "shit." he hopped up , looking into the mirror. "what's your problem?" he ignored chenle , he had bigger problems — he had a black eye and multiple little cuts littered all over his face. "she's gonna kill me."

he grabbed his helmet , normally he didn't wear it , but he was going to see you and he knew you'd be upset if he didn't. "what are those?" haechan laughed , pointing to the pink glitter stickers scattered all over the helmet. 'so you'll know what one is yours.' he remembered your voice. "she put them on there , are you laughing at her?" mark jumped in before jeno beat haechan to pulp. "haechan stop it."

he really didn't have time anyway. "i'm leaving." he rushed out , he'll make it if he rushes , jumping on to his bike , putting his sparkly helmet on before speeding off.

"(name) , you have to go on now , the show is about to start." your director called , you sighed , nodding. "okay." you made your way to the side of the stage. "you can do this." you said to yourself. 'i just hope he's safe and not in any trouble.'

he made it just in time , handing the lady — who definitely thought he was in the wrong with all the bruises on his face the ticket. "thank you." he ran to the to concet hall , swinging the door open , just as the music started.

everyone gave you a standing ovation , you were incredible , so graceful. you took your final now , before making your way off the stage where everyone was waiting to give you hugs and congratulations. "thank you everyone." you said smiling.

"we're all gonna go out and celebrate." your director said , you really didn't want to , just wanting to go home and crawl into a ball. "honestly i just wa- baby." you turn around upon hearing his voice. "jeno!" you smiled , the first real one of the evening. "maybe next time , excuse me."

you ran over to him , running straight into his arms. "you made it!" he smiled as your eyes lit up. "of course i did you were amazing , you'd really think i'd miss your preformance?" you pouted. i thought you got caught up." you finally noticed his face. "you were out fighting again."

he frowned , "baby it's apart of the job." you touched his busted lip , he hissed in pain. "eh , i told you to be careful , let's get you home so i can fix you up." you grabbed his hand , guiding him to his bike. "put your helmet on." you said. "baby." he whined. "now , you don't need anymore bruises on your face."

"ow , baby that hurts." he hissed as you sat on his lap , applying the alcohol to his busted lip. "you should've thought about that when you were out fighting." you scolded. "you told me you'd calm down." he sighed. "i know princess , but you know it's not easy."

you finished him up , throwing the trash in the bed next to the bin. "renjun's girlfriend said he never comes home with bruises." jeno rolled his eyes. "that's because renjun sits behind a computer." he kissed your lips. "maybe you should do that then."

he laughed , kissing your pouty lips again. "i'll ask mark next time." you knew he wouldn't , he loves the thrill too much , but you decided not fight it. "now let me give you some love as a reward for a fantastic show." he kissed your neck , making sure to mark you up. "j-jeno , no marks , my director is gonna be pissed."

"good." he said , leaving a few more. "maybe he'll get the hint that you don't want to fuck him and that you're taken." he growled against your skin , your panties soaking , his jealousy was always a bit of a turn on.

he flipped your bodies around , hovering over yours. "you're getting jealous for nothing." he lifted the shirt you stole from him above your hips , revealing your pink panties. "such cute panties."

you whined , squirming around impatiently. "calm down." he stilled your hips. "so eager to have your little pussy stretched , i have go make sure you're ready for me." he said , pulling your panties down your leg. "look how wet you are."

he toyed with your clit , rubbing slow circles to annoy you. "j-jeno , please." you whined. "n-no teasing." he chuckled at how needy you could be. "okay baby , okay , i won't tease." he pushed a finger into your hole. "fu-fuck jeno."

he moved his finger , watching your cunt suck in his finger. "fuck princess , only one finger and you're barely taking it." you moaned. "a-another." you barley got out , he cooed. "you want another?" he added another , your juices soaking his hand. "so wet baby , you're making such a mess on my hands."

"j-jeno." you moaned out. "jeno , im gonna cum." he curled his fingers up. "fuck , im cumming!" you screamed out , he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his lips , tasting your reminisce. "just as sweet princess."

he pulled his sweats down , his cock springing out , hitting his abdomen. "look at you drooling over my cock , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , he chuckled. "maybe next time baby." he rubbed your folds with his hard cock. "i really need to split you open with my cock."

he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt , your hole clenching around his tip , squeezing him. "fu-fuck, no matter how many times i fuck you." he groaned. "you're always so fucking tight."

he finally bottom out , holding your legs around his waist , rocking into you. "s-so big." you moaned , jeno was on the bigger side , so it was always a tight fit when he was fucking you , but it felt good , the way he stretched your poor cunt out. "yeah , but you always take my cock like a good girl."

"f-faster." you stuttered , he listened , fucking into you faster , hitting your cervix. "j-jeno , fuck!" you screamed , he groaned , holding on to the headboard. "oh fuck , you feel so good , moaning my name like a slut." he growled.

"e-everyone thinks you're such a good girl -shit- they don't see it when you're screaming my name like a whore , letting me stretch your tiny cunt out on my cock." he moaned. "ngh fuck , gonna cum in this tight cunt." you felt it coming , your orgasm about to hit you like a ton of bricks. "gonna cum."

"you can cum princess , cum all over my cock , so i can breed you , fill you with my cum." he felt his orgasm , holding it , waiting for you to finish. "would you like that?" he grunted. "for me too breed you? make your stomach all round." you nodded dumbly. "p-please."

"fuck- then cum for me." on his comand , you came , tightening around so tight you almost pushed him out. "oh fuck , fuck im cumming." he grunted , his cum filling you up. "sh-shit jeno." you mewled. "t-too much." he kissed your lips. "you can take it , your a big girl." he whispered. "you can take it."

"fuck look at that." he slowly pulled out of , his cum leaking out. "your tummy all bulged because of my cunt." you whined. "such a good girl , taking all of me like that." he praised.

he helped you get cleaned up , he was really inattentive when it came to things like this , making sure to be softer , washing your skin with your favorite sent , putting a towel in the dryer so it can be warm for you when you get out , wrapping around you.

you laid in bad , tracing his tattoos as he play with your hair , your favorite movie playing on the tv , your laughter breaking him away from it. "what's so funny?" you shook your head. "nothing." you smiled. "it must be , you're so giggly princess , what is it?"

"it's just that , to everyone you look so scary , but in here you're like a little puppy." he whined. "stop that." you chuckled. "i already get made fun of because of those stickers you put on my helmet." he said and you pouted. "then take them off." he pulled you closer , kissing your forehead. "and why would i do that?"

"my favorite girl did that , im keeping them even when they fade."

©️LUVYENI

My pussy purred.

I just want vernon to rail me against the wall of hybe's bathroom because I teased him like a brat all day in the dance practice room.

my vernon infested brain just went insane hearing this you have zero clue anon.

cw: rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap dat willy!!), degradation, name calling (slut, whore, etc), slight exhibitionism, rough oral sex (m receiving), slight breeding kink, afab reader, fem terms for reader

you decided to wear your shortest, tightest workout shorts and one of his hoodies when you made the decision to go pay your boyfriend a visit. a nasty recipe that was sure to rile up your cool on the surface partner.

when you enter the room you’re greeted by dk and hoshi welcoming you in unison. “nonnie, your beloved is here~” they both teased, trotting over to greet you and earning an eye roll from vernon.

you giggle softly at the twos playful manner. “alright alright! hello to you two also.” you respond, waving the two off playfully. you shamelessly tried to swallow your grin as you noticed dk’s eyes beginning to cast down towards your rear. in your peripheral vision. “i hope i’m not bothering you all! just stopping by to bring hansol his water.” you explained, greeting the rest of the members.

“never a bother, y/n. nice to see you.” seungcheol reassured, smiling brightly at you.

“you too, cheol.” you beamed back. your voice a little more singsongy than usual. vernon worked a good deal to swallow his slight tinge of jealousy he felt hearing your response. that was a tone you only saves specifically for him. probably nothing big enough to get worked up over,though….at least he thought so. “hi, hon.” you greeted, setting vernon’s water bottle down next to where he sat and kissing him on the cheek. “how’s your practice so far, baby?” you asked, moving to take a seat next to him.

vernon was quick to loop his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap so you sat against him. “not too bad. few mix ups but it’s coming along slowly.” he responded, humming softly as he indulged himself in the sweet scent of your hair. you could hear how tired he was in his low tone, smiling softly as you felt him melt into you as he took a moment to rest. you forced your stomach to suppress the butterflies that swarmed it when you felt his hands travel up the sides of your thighs to rest on your waist under his hoodie. “whatcha been up to?” he asked.

“nothing much, just cleaning around the house and catching up on some of my shows. missing you mostly, though.” you responded, leaning your head back to rest against your boyfriends shoulder as you watched the chaos that was seventeen unfold across the practice room. loud conversations and even louder laughs filled the four walls, causing a small endearing smile to spread across your lips. you loved visiting vernon and his team like this, watching their simple domestic day to day tasks.

before you could continue your conversation with vernon, you noticed mingyu coming up to you both. “hey, y/n. nice to see you venture down to the practice room after a while.” he greeted, his hands resting on his hips.

“yeah! nice to visit.” you responded, your eyes dragging up his toned frame slowly, making sure to admire his exposed biceps. “so, how have you been, gyu?” you asked, tilting your head softly and making sure to bat your eyelashes a little extra. immediately after you notice a small scoff make its way through vernons lips and his fingers grip your waist a little tighter.

“good! i’ve been pretty good. comeback preparation is always a bit stressful but the guys have been doing good with it. i’m excited for this one.” he explained, locking eyes with you as he spoke.

“yeah? i bet. all that time practicing and training has to be hard, no? you’ve been looking a bit extra toned lately.” you commented, making sure to make your voice a tiny bit more sultry to make sure you were properly pissing vernon off. it was a switch only he would’ve been able to register. the one you specifically used on the nights where you persuaded him to lay between your thighs and eat you out for hours on end.

and oh did it work.

“y/n.” he cut off abruptly. “i think i wanna go up to change my shoes since they’ve been bothering me, but i forgot my keys. walk up with me real quick?” he asked in english to be sure mingyu wouldn’t understand. his tone was even and dangerous. he wasn’t asking, he was commanding you.

‘bingo’ you thought to yourself as you felt vernon’s hands guide you out of his lap. “yeah, of course, babe.” you agreed. you made sure to make a small wave to mingyu on your way towards the exit of the room.

“hey! how come he gets to leave with his girlfriend but we can’t when ours come?” hoshi called out as he spotted you two making your way towards the door.

“fuck off, soonyoung.” vernon quipped back quickly, his hand on your hip guiding you out of the door quickly. this earned a large reaction from the group, causing them to tease you two even harder.

“love you too!” hoshi shouted back, proud of the reaction he was able to stir out of your stoic boyfriend.

“vernon, what’s wrong?” you asked, faking your cluelessness. “did i say something? why did you blow up on everyone back there?” you asked, stumbling slightly as he tugged you by your wrist to keep up with his quick steps.

vernon remained silent as he tugged you along before finally stopping at what appeared to be a cleaning supply closet. he opened the door and pushed you in, shoving the door shut behind himself quickly and twisting the lock. “baby what are yo-“ you began to protest before being cut off quickly with a messy, hard kiss. you yelped slightly in surprise before slowly melting into the embrace, letting your boyfriend grip your hips tight enough to bruise as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

“i’m not as dumb as you think i am, y’know. i notice things. i pay attention.” he said, tone low. “i know when my girlfriend is acting like an attention seeking whore just to get me to fuck her.” he whispered before diving into your neck and kissing your sensitive spots roughly, making sure to mark your soft skin with plenty of bites and marks.

“that’s n-not- ah! that’s..not what i was tryin’ to do!” you pleaded, feeling your boyfriends large hands move down to begin to rub you through your shorts. you quickly cupped your hand over your mouth, trying to contain your moans as vernon kissed down your collarbone towards your chest. he quickly unzipped the hoodie, revealing only your bra that you had worn under. “baby, w-wait!” you begged before he harshly pulled the garment down, exposing your tits.

he quickly took one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly and marking the soft mound while he fondled the other in your hand. “hm? you wanna say something? want me to stop giving you what you’ve been begging for?” he asked, looking up at you with his bedroom eyes that always made you squirm. you quickly fell quiet, protests ceasing. vernon chuckled at how easy you were, “that’s what i fucking thought.” he responded before continuing to play with your tits. you moaned softly, trying to contain your noises as to not alert anyone nearby. “take that fuckin’ hand off and let me hear you. you wanted to act like a slut, so now i’m gonna treat you like one.” he commanded, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “get on your fucking knees.” vernon directed, leaving absolutely zero room for you to say no.

you quickly obeyed, dropping down to your knees embarrassingly fast, earning a laugh from vernon at how needy you became after a few kisses. “don’t play dumb, either.” he reminded, “whores like you are only ever good for having a cock in them, so do what you were made for, yeah?” he said, causing your thighs to squeeze together slightly at the shock of arousal the words sent through your core. you quickly got to work, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers at the same time to expose his already hard cock. you whined softly as you watched it spring out and stand proudly against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking slightly. you were quick to not waste any time, wrapping one hand around the base before running your tongue along the length, making sure to coat it in your saliva. a curse was heard from above before you felt a hand on the back of your head gripping your hair tightly. “i thought i told you to not act like an idiot. do you need some sense fucked into you too?” vernon questioned before pulling you all the way down on his cock.

you gagged instantly, one of your hands flying up to rest on his thigh and try to get some air to no avail. your boyfriend gripped your hair tightly, thrusting his cock all the way into the back of your throat until your nose nestled against his pubic bone. you looked up through tear filled eyes as they began to fall, silently begging for him to fuck your throat more. “such a pretty little cocksleeve~” he praised before pulling you off to allow you a few gasps of air before he slid back in.

all you could do was sit back and allow your throat to be used like a toy as vernon hardly bucked his hips forwards, fucking your throat like there was no tomorrow. saliva quickly coated your chin as the sounds of vernon’s grunts and his cock sliding into your mouth filled the room. “so fucking good. such a good cockslut for me, lettin’ me fuck that pretty mouth like this.” he grunted, his hands holding your head firmly as he thrusted harder.

you moaned at the harsh words, feeling your pussy twitch and beg to be touched as your brain grew foggy. you gripped vernon’s thigh softly, finally feeling your throat relax as it was harshly fucked. your eyes drifted shut softly before vernon harshly pulled his cock out, letting you finally get fresh air. you gasped as the fresh air filled your lungs, taking gulps of it in as your heart raced. “good slut.” you heard vernon hum from above. “get those shorts off before i tear them off you myself.” he demanded.

you were quick to scramble to your feet, kicking your shoes off and pulling your shorts down to expose your bare, leaking pussy. “no panties? typical.” vernon laughed, “i would say i’m shocked, but i can’t say i really am when all you think about is cock.” he degraded once more.

before you could even respond, you felt calloused fingers press against your clit and begin to rub harshly. “v-vernon..!” you gasped, grabbing his forearm quickly as your hips twitched. your boyfriend laughed at how pathetic you’d become for him, moving his fingers down to enter you harshly as he began to fuck you with them.

“look at how worked up you are for me, baby. lettin’ me play with that wet little pussy~” he whispered in your ear, fingers hammering against your sweet spot inside you. “gonna be a good slut and let me fuck it? hm? gonna let me stir those guts and fuck you dumb?” he spoke harshly as his fingers fell into a rhythm.

you nodded shakily, “y-yes! oh my fucking god yes, p-please, nonnie..” you begged, your eyes rolling back slightly. you heard a small praise before vernon pressed a kiss you your neck and pulled away for a moment to tug his shirt off. he grabbed one of your legs to hoist it up, exposing your dripping pussy further as his other held his cock, lining himself up. he gave no warning before sliding in harshly, knocking all wind out of your lungs for a moment as he filled you to the brim. “f-fuck..!” you cried, head falling back against the shelf behind you as your boyfriend began to fuck you harshly.

“good girl~” vernon praised, his hand gripping your leg tightly as he fucked you at a brutal pace. sounds of slaps and moans filled the small space quickly as he rammed into you, hips rolling relentlessly. you felt his hand grab the back of your neck, forcing you to looking down at where vernon’s cock slid into you, the sight only turning you on more. “there we go, baby. watch that fat cock fuck you nice and hard.” he spat, exaggerating his words with ruthless thrusts.

“c-close! so fucking close baby please..” you choked out, feeling your orgasm begin to build in the pit of your stomach. vernon nodded softly in acknowledgement, moving his hand from your neck down to rub your clit quickly.

“cum for me, baby. cum on that cock like a good slut, cmon..” vernon begged, his piercing eyes looking into yours intensely. you felt your orgasm quickly approaching as the words fogged your brain matched with the intense pleasure of your boyfriends hands on your body. your breaths picked up pace before catching harshly followed by loud moans as you came on vernon’s cock. your hips twitched violently as you felt him fuck you through the peak of your pleasure. “fuck- y/n, baby. so fucking hot-“ he whined before hips hips stuttered to a stop and he spilled inside you.

you felt your pussy clamp around his cock as he emptied himself inside of you, the hot cum only making you go more insane. you both gasped for air as you rode out your highs, letting your bodies slowly come down from the intense pleasure high you two had just received. “i love you so fucking much.” you sighed, speaking between breaths as you looked up at vernon.

“i love you more.” he responded, tone breathy. he pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss, hands softly roaming your body compared to just a few moments ago. he soon pulled out slowly, making sure to handle your sore body carefully before pulling his pants back up. “you’re fucking insane..” he laughed, bending down to pick up your shorts and hand them back to you.

you rolled your eyes at the change in mood, “thanks, idiot.” you responded, taking the garment and moving to pull your bra up before pausing a moment. “vernon! you ripped my fucking bra!!” you whined, looking up at him. “this is my favorite one!” you pouted, only getting sadder when you realized how useless it was at staying up. you heard soft chuckles turn into cute laughs as your boyfriend watched you struggle with the now useless garment. “not funny!! you owe me a new one!” you whined, hitting him in the chest.

“ow! yes okay! okay!” he agreed, moving to shield himself from your attacks all while still laughing at you. “look, i’m sorry!! okay!” he apologized, holding his hands up in surrender. “i’ll buy you all the colors you want, honey. i’m sorry.” he assured, kissing your forehead before reaching down and zipping the hoodie for you. “just go home and clean up. and put your damn shorts on!” he teased. you rolled your eyes, trying your hardest to stay mad which proved to be impossible when vernon kissed you and spoke to you that way.

you dressed yourself, grabbing your shoes and putting yourself back together to look somewhat presentable for your ride back up to your shared apartment. “fine.” was all you said, glaring at vernon, “and i mean it, too! not cool, hansol.” you scolded.

“i know, baby. i know.” he laughed, grabbing your chin softly and tilting it up so he could lock eyes with you before kissing you once more softly. “i love you. even though you’re a pain in my ass.” he sighed. “but don’t even think about pulling some shit like that with gyu ever again.” he warned.

“i love you too. and i don’t know if i can promise that last bit.” you giggled, kissing vernon’s jaw softly before grabbing your things and moving for the door quickly before he could grab you again. “have a good practice and make sure you eat, love you!!” you chirped as you stepped out, pulling the door shut behind you. you smiled softly to yourself as you made your way towards the elevators to take you back to your shared apartment, hoping you didn’t appear too obvious.

“y/n!” you heard from down the hall, causing you you turn quickly and notice it was seungcheol calling you. “where’s vernon? we’re ready to start learning the next few counts and don’t wanna be here all day waiting on him.” he asked.

“oh he’ll catch up! just taking a sec in the bathroom.” you lied, smiling brightly to hopefully avoid and suspicions.

“right, got it.” he nodded, seeming to accept the answer. you took the silence as a window for your escape, turning towards the elevators.

“oh, y/n?” he called out once more, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

“yeah?”

“next time, i recommend you two have your little ‘talk’ somewhere else. lots of thin walls on this floor.” he said before spinning on his heel and making his way back towards the practice room. “see you around!” he waved, leaving you frozen in shock.

I AM GOING INSAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEE

kinktober day four

roleplay hyunjin x fem!reader

summary: hyunjin has invited you to his art studio where he says you need to brush up on some of your basic art skills.

warnings: professor/college student roleplay, lots of praising, nipple play, unprotected p in v

1.2k words

“are you sure you should be asking a student that, mr. hwang?” you’re sat on one of the stools in the middle of hyunjin’s small art studio. he’s sat across from you, an easel with a large canvas acting as a barrier between you.

he peeks out from behind the easel and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “knowing basic human anatomy is a very important basic art skill all my students should have an understanding of.” 

“but how am i supposed to learn when you’re the one painting?” you ask while slowly starting to unbutton your shirt.

“a bit of a smart ass, aren’t you?” he retorts, tying his hair back and out of his face.

you giggle and slide the silky white fabric of the shirt down your arms and toss it at the foot of his easel.

“now your skirt,” hyunjin instructs while picking up one of the large brushes from his side table and dabbing into a color and smearing it on the canvas.

you stand up from the stool and make a show of sliding your skirt down to the floor and kicking it with your shirt.

“do you often forget to wear panties when you're having one-on-one meetings with your professors?” hyunjin asks, observing as you sit back on the stool.

“just the hot ones,” you tease. 

hyunjin chuckles and makes his way to where you are sitting. “i’m gonna put you in a pose, and you can’t move or you’ll mess up my proportions, okay?”

you nod and hyunjin slowly parts your legs to face his easel. he places one of your hands on one of your knees and the other to rest gently on your exposed clit. you gasp slightly at the sensation. hyunjin then positions your head to look directly at the easel. he moves back to his seat and admires the positon for a second.

“hmm,” he thinks aloud. “that works.”

he sits back on his stool and grabs another brush and begins to work on the canvas. you’re entranced by his focus expression looking to your and back to the canvas.

“you’re doing so well for me, staying still,” hyunjin praises. 

his words run straight to your core and you whimper softly. the gentle feeling of your fingers resting over your clit are driving you insane.

after about thirty minutes of working silence, hyunjin sighs and leans back to look at the canvas. 

“what’s wrong, mr. hwang?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer you, instead he gets up from the stool again and walks behind you. you notice the tent in his pants as he makes his way around you and you can help the rush of arousal that runs to your core. 

you feel hyunjin’s soft fingers on your back and fidgeting with your bras clasp. you feel the clasp release and your lacy bra fall down your arms, getting caught on your arms. hyunjin walks back to stand in front of you and assists in moving your arms from the spots to remove your bra and places your arms back.

“i need to see your full beautiful figure to finish my painting,” hyunjin purrs, moving one of his hands to your breast and pinching one of your nipples between his finger tips. you moan out in response and hyunjin smiles and sits back on his stool and begins working again.

in between one of his glaces from your body to his canvas hyunjin smirks.

“what are you thinking, mr. hwang?” you ask, curious about his expression change.

“i’m debating on if i should paint the puddle you’ve made on my stool,” he laughs.

you face flushes a deep run and you quickly look down at the stool below you.

“i didn’t say you could move,” hyunjin snaps. you quickly look back up at him and fix your pose.

hyunjin laughs again. “i’m doing final touches now, it’ll only be a minute longer.”

he keeps to his word and as the minute passes hyunjin turns the easel around to face you. you stare at the painting for a bit. embarrassed that its your naked body on the canvas, but amazed by his ability to capture details in such a short amount of time.

“it looks amazing, mr. hwang,” you say sweetly. 

“thank you, y/n.” he smiles.

“will you now tell me how i can improve my own work?” you ask.

“touch yourself for me,” hyunjin says blankly. “you deserve a reward for being so good for me.”

you whimper and slowly and finally put pressure on your begging clit. you rub small circles on the aching bud and hyunjin watches in awe. after a minute, hyunjin unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. 

hyunjin notices your attention shift from his face to his cock. “come here, y/n.”

you quickly get up from the wet stool and make your way in front of hyunjin. “yes, mr. hwang?”

hyunjin puts his hands on your hips and guides you to stand above his lap. he grabs his cock with one of his hands and lines it up with your entrance. you slowly slide down on his member and wrap your legs around hyunjin’s middle. you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself and hyunjin moves his hands down to cup your ass and meets his lips with yours. 

hyunjin kisses you with passion and lust like never before. he begins to thrust his hips up to meet yours and you both into each other's mouths. hyunjin stands up from the stool and walks you both over to his desk and sits you down on it. he breaks away from the kiss and places one of his hands on your hip and the other to cup your cheek.

“mr. hwang, please fuck me,” you purr.

“jesus,” hyunjin moans. 

he slowly slides his cock out of your slick hole and slams it back in quickly. he starts to fuck into you at a steady pace. you move one of your hands down to your clit and rub circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you unconsciously clench down on his cock and hyunjin hisses and quickens his actions.

you both moan out loudly and hyunjin moves his head so that his mouth is next to your ear.

“do you fuck all your professors, y/n?” hyunjin grunts.

you shake your head, “no, just you.”

“good girl,” hyunjin moans.

he moves his hand from your cheek and grabs the underneath of your knee and push it up against your body. the new position has you seeing stars and moaning out of control.

“hyunjin! please!” you cry.

“what did you just call me?” hyunjin grunts.

“i’m sorry!” you exclaim. “mr. hwang, i’m sorry.”

“good girl, good girl,” he says before pulling you into another kiss.

you whimper loudly and feel yourself coming closer to your release. you pull away first.

“mr. hwang, can i cum please?” you whimper.

“fuck, yes, cum with me, please.” hyunjin moans. he quickened his pace and with a few more thrusts you both finish with loud moans and cries. 

hyunjin slowly continues to fuck both of your through your orgasms and you rest your tired head onto his chest. when hyunjin stops he sighs loudly and places one of his hands on the back of your head and rubs small circles on your scalp. 

“you’re such a good student, y/n,” hyunjin giggles.

“thank you, mr. hwang,” you mumble into his soft chest.

HYUNJIN GLASSES >>>>>>

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I'LL DO ANYTHING THAT MAN SAYS NO MATTER HOW BAD IT'D BE BECAUSE I'M SO DOWN BAD FOR MIN YOONGI IT'S HORRENDOUS.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 12

[day twelve: overstimulation]

pairing: yoongi x f. reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

notes: smut straight under the cut

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“Too much—Shit Yoongi, no more” your thighs quiver, orgasm lingering as he pulls the vibrator away from your clit, poor little thing, swollen. Throbbing with that aching sort of want as your pussy dribbles another pitiful wad of slick onto the sheets.

He leans down lips wrapping around your clit, sucking, tongue laving over as your orgasm slowly ebbs away, sparks of overstimulation tingling down your legs, cunt clenching around nothing.

He presses the vibrator over your entrance, pussy lips parting around the silicone as he presses it ever so gently past your walls.

“Yoongi” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he continues to suck at your clit, hips rutting up into his face as you continue to chase the edging pleasure, he’s pulling out of you.

He hums, pitiful moan dripping thick off your tongue at the added vibration, arousal seeping out of your pussy over the silicone toy, dripping over his fingers, skin slicked shiny.

He thrusts the toy a little further into you, angling it upwards ever so slightly.

Yoongi’s lips press a kiss over your clit before he’s pulling away, tongue cleaning the mess you made of his face as his eyes glaze over your pussy. Creamy slick slipping down you perineum, poor little pussy clenching around the vibrator, a mean little smile tugging at Yoongi’s lips.

He presses one of the buttons on the side, your mouth falling open, unfiltered moan clawing up your throat, overstimulated pussy pulsating around the toy.

“Fuck—” you cry, “s’ too much” tears cling to your waterline, fingers digging into the sheets below you, hips bucking upwards.

“Cum again for me, baby” he murmurs, presses a kiss over your sweat-slicked chest, lips ghosting over your nipple.

He thrusts the vibrator into you, knuckles nudging against your sensitive little bud with every press into you.

“Can’t” you whine, thighs quivering, snapping closed around his hand.

“Yes you can, always so pretty when your poor little cunt is ruined” his tongue runs over your nipple.

Your mouth falls open, world burning white for a moment as you tip over the edge, orgasm shaking your body. Clawing up your spine as your legs shake, Yoongi’s fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he holds them open, deep reverberate of his voice barely penetrating your ears as he tells you how pretty you are.

You blink away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks, Yoongi’s thumb brushing over your damp cheek.

“You here with me?” he asks, hint of a smile on his face. The prideful kind, the one where you know he would be sure to remind you of this moment in the coming days.

You nod, swallowing.

Pussy swollen, aftereffects of the vibrator still tingling down your body, stomach tensing as your orgasm slowly slips away, gentle hum of what was once there still sends hints of pleasure throughout your body. Dopamine hazed mind slowly processing the press of Yoongi’s cockhead against your entrance.

“Think you can give me one more?” he presses a kiss to your jaw, angling his cock through your folds.

The tip nudges against your clit, hips jutting upwards, slightest of touch enough stimulation to have slick leaking out of you.

You nod, arms slipping around his neck as you pull his body closer to yours.

“Words, baby. Need to hear you” he presses another kiss to your cheek.

“One more” you nod, “I won’t last long”

He hums, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips as he pulls your body over his thighs a little. Pretty fingers wrapping around his length before he’s pressing over your entrance.

Your back arches as he splits you open, cunt pulled wide over the flared head before he’s sinking into you, hips rolling forward; seemingly not in a rush.

His thumb gently brushes over your clit, cunt pulsating around him as the sparks of delicious pain mingled pleasure slips down the length of your body.

He needs no warning when you’re about to cum, hips jackhammering into you, angled perfectly as he presses you further and further towards another orgasm.

“Shit Yoongi” you curse, feeling it build within your stomach, your hands pressing against his stomach as he ruts his thick cock into you.

“Come on, pretty” he grunts, head tipped back at his own pleasure.

He just about catches sight of it, cock slipping out of you as his fingers rub over your pussy as you squirt over yourself, some of his catching his cock. Your hips jolt upwards as he continues to rub your clit, another spurt of cum wetting his hand as you moan his name, mind fully fucked as overestimated pleasure buzzes beneath your skin.

You barely register Yoongi jacking himself off over you, tugging his hard cock at the sight of you fucked out body. Pussy lips swollen and pitiful little clit throbbing, wet slicked shiny and sticky with your arousal, creamy cum clinging to your folds.

You moan when you feel his cum shoot against your pussy lips, running his cockhead through your folds, smearing his release over your soiled cunt.

“Always such a good girl for me” he lets the final spurt of his cum coat your pussy, “Letting me make you feel good, mind nothing more than mine to ruin”

You reach out for him, uncaring of the mess between your thighs, not when he smothers you with kisses, endless praise dripping off his tongue as you come down from your lust filled high.

Naur I came on the spot I'm so done. (with myself)

what kind of polaroid taken during sex SEVENTEEN’s members keep inside their wallets [MDNI]

pairing: seventeen x fem!reader

content: nsfw, smut, sexual photos, mentions of cunnilingus, blowjob, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex.

a/n: … idk how to explain myself🧍🏻‍♀️

seungcheol

photo of your tits covered with his hickeys while you’re riding hick fat cock

jeonghan

photo of his long delicate fingers disappearing inside your wet pussy

joshua

photo of your red swollen lips parted and your dirty mouth is full of his cum

junhui

photo of his white hot cum leaking out of your ruined pussy

soonyoung

photo of his cock slipping into you desperate cunt from behind

wonwoo

photo of his huge dick laying on your stomach to see how far he’s gonna be inside of you

jihoon

photo of your swollen lips wrapped around his hard dick

minghao

photo of your torso painted with his cum - the masterpiece

mingyu

photo of his and your intertwined hands on the belly bulge caused by his dick

seokmin

photo of you suffocating him with your thighs while he’s eating you out

seungkwan

photo of his dick burried inside your pussy in missionary

hansol

photo of your tiny hands pumping his fat cock

chan

photo of his dick squeezed between your pretty tits

[seventeen masterlist]

Live laugh love chwe hansol 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

can't get you out of my head

member | fwb!vernon x f reader genre | smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count | 2.4k synopsis | so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging warnings | vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes | june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am

the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.

the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.

it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to. 

he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.

so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week. 

like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with man you'd slept with before.

the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.

your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.

you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.

your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.

you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.

if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—

before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.

he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.

the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.

so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long. 

maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…

… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?

well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.

you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.

you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.

for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.

he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.

you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him. 

he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.

he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.

but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves. 

he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.

he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.

sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.

if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.

you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.

throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honestly, maybe he is.

he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.

you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.

it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.

you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.

without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.

you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own. 

the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.

he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.

you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.

this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.

he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.

"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.

it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.

it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too. 

"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"

your breath catches a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."

and just like that, things make sense. 

"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.

everything is so simple with hansol.

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