I Literally Wrote A WHOLE ASS Fic About Benny Weir , So Good And Lots Of Effort And That Bitch Did Not

I literally wrote a WHOLE ASS fic about Benny weir , so good and lots of effort and that bitch did not save and now I have to restart… give me another week guys 😐

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≡;-꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑴𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ kim seungmin x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 4

tags : pwp (without plot), guided masturbation (joi), masturbation (f), clit play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names “baby”/”babe”

wc : 1.5k

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

With an upcoming tour, Seungmin decides to teach you how to pleasure yourself in his absence.

“Come on, baby, I know you can do it…”

There was a soft laugh in his voice as he spoke, half-mocking you, half-encouraging. It brought out a whine from your throat—your fingers slacked, and you tilted your head back to look at him, offering him a pleading stare.

But he shook his head.

“Seungmin—!”

A finger to your lips.

“No, baby. You know I'll be leaving for the tour next week, so you’ve got to learn, you know? What'll I do if you end up suffering the whole time I'm gone again?”

The look in his eyes wasn't… mean. It was kind, in fact; and warm. Though the teasing lilt in his voice was ever present—still very much amused at how much you needed him—he gave the top of your head a little nudge of encouragement before tilting to peek at you again.

He smiled, and it was almost as if the only thing you could do was melt. 

“C'mon. Move your finger, ‘kay? In and out, that's it, slooowly…”

His voice was like honey in your ear as you did your best to follow through, gliding your finger to his instructions and nearly whining at the lack of stimulation.

Truly, you had been spoiled.

Seungmin had always been one to give you the kind of pleasure you felt was incomparable to anything else—he’d ruined you. Even now, as he left slow strokes upon the soft plush of your thigh, you felt as if the only thing you could focus on was him. The way he spread your legs open wider for him, the way he leaned over to rest on your shoulder, breath tickling your skin… All of these sensations, all of what he would do to you, felt good.

Better than what you could manage.

It wasn’t as if you couldn’t do this at all; the sensation of your fingers reaching as deep as you could push them felt as heavenly as it had always felt. But when you compared it—when you compared it—it always fell short.

Seungmin’s hands were bigger than yours. His fingers were longer than yours.

He was more precise, able to push you past that limit whereas you were more prone to freezing in the moment and that rush of pleasure was never simply the same.

And he was right there.

You could hear him chuckle as he watched, the soft rumble enough to make you shiver.

It was almost pathetic, even.

“Aw, c’mon, babe…” You felt him shake his head, and then his hand was over yours, stroking your soft skin in a delicate motion. “You’re barely moving your finger… You can do better than that, right? You can be a good girl for me?”

You wanted to.

So badly, you wanted to.

But you could only whine, tilting back again to look at him, almost as if waiting for instructions— spoiled.

He’d ruined you.

“Just, ah…” 

He let out a sigh, but it came out almost as a soft laugh. Despite his insistence on teaching you how to pleasure yourself—because, clearly, you’d already forgotten how to—he was quite enjoying your predicament.

“Here. Take it out again, drag it up to your clit… There we go. Hear that noise, baby? Focus on it, yeah? Feel how wet you are.” 

The more he spoke, the more you could hear the smile in his voice, even though your eyes drifted back down to what you were doing.

“ Mmm… look at that. Always such a pretty pussy for me… That’s it, circle your clit a little, I know you like it when I tease, baby. You can do that too, you know?”

Another whimper of his name, and you closed your eyes.

It did feel good.

With every word that came out of his mouth, his soft voice a soothing melody that only heightened your pleasure… You could focus on him, imagine him doing it. When you did that, the sparks of pleasure shooting through your body could leave goosebumps in its wake. All you had to do was think of him.

But you still felt stubborn.

“Nnngh… Hn… Minnie… Want your fingers…”

Again he shook his head, and his hand slid back down your thighs to caress your skin, further away from your heat as if to make a point.

“No, baby. Be a good girl and make yourself cum first. C’mon… see? You’re soaking wet for me, you just have to try a little harder…”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. He was so close to you. You could hear each shaky breath, each rumble of his chest as you leaned against him. Though you had shifted in a way where you couldn’t feel his erection directly, you were sure it was there; you knew that he was just as turned on as you were, just from watching you pleasure yourself.

“You ready, baby? Wanna slip that finger back in, hm?”

A kiss over the shell of your ear.

The feeling made you shudder, your lips parting—

“Minnie…”

The way his name sounded out was so quiet, so breathy. You could feel his hold on your thigh tighten, clearly affected. He drew in a sharp breath, his hand edging back closer to your wetness.

“Fuuckkk… So, so wet for me…”

He groaned into your ear, and one glance at him was enough to tell you that he was absolutely glued to the way your finger would disappear into your deliciously wet cunt.

“Mmm… Just like that, baby… Does it feel good?” He turned his head a little to place soft kisses onto your cheek, lips gliding over the side of your face.

Another whimper, another whine—it was all that you could truly muster.

“Want me to set a pace for you?” he murmured.

You felt him nuzzle into your neck this time, smiling against your skin as you nodded.

“Okay, then follow my voice. In, and out… in, and out… Attagirl, look at that pretty pretty pussy …” This time, he sighed against you, and you felt his hand slide slowly over your knee before gliding back up, matching the slow pace he used his voice to guide you with. Gradually he picked it up, urging you to go faster, encouraging more moans to fall from your lips.

“Hnn—ah—! M-Minnie… Mi— nngh—”

“ Juuuust like that. What a good, good girl for me, there you go… You found your pace, baby? Wanna curl your fingers a bit? Brush against that spot of yours?”

Fully immersed in the pleasure, you felt your stubborn streak fade away. Perhaps, you realized a second later, he’d picked up on the same thing—his hand settled next to yours, circling the edge of your hole, gathering all the slick that had been leaking out. The sight of it made your breath hitch.

“Mm—M-minnie? Min— S-Seungmi—ngh?!”

You choked out a moan as he pushed inside, sliding in right next to your own finger.

Just a simple motion, but your eyes rolled back, a certain haziness filling the depths of your thoughts. It made you pause. Your finger stopped its movements, more than keen on letting him continue on his own.

“Babe…”

He chuckled into your ear again, a warning.

He didn’t necessarily stop, however—you felt him start to move, moving his finger up against your gummy walls with precision. Every move was calculated. This was the Seungmin that knew, far better than you did, what to do and how to do it.

Because Seungmin had memorized your body like his own.

He knew that.

Truly… he’d ruined you.

Ruined you even for your own self-pleasure, so much so that you were in firm belief that you could never, ever, ever cum as much with anyone or anything else other than him.

“Ngh— ah—! Th-there!” you cried.

He pressed harder, faster—the rhythm was hard for you to follow, already beyond saving in this ocean of pleasure you found yourself in, and you fell against his chest limply, spreading your legs wider as if to coax him for more.

Your hips bucked, mouth open in a string of moans that neither made sense to you nor to him.

“You’re a little helpless…” came his laugh again, but you no longer minded.

Not when he would bury in so deep, not when you could feel that coil build up inside you so readily… Every fuck of his finger deep into your pretty weeping cunt tore a cry from your lips, ready to cum—

Seungmin had always focused on your pleasure.

Sometimes, he was a tease; sometimes, he was insufferable with you… Other times, he was sweet, kind enough to give you exactly what you wanted.

Perhaps, he knew that there was really no getting you out of your predicament—perhaps, he knew that all of this had really amounted to not a single thing learned but the fact that you needed him. Inexplicably so.

He urged you to curl your finger up with him with a little kiss, as he whispered: “Cum.”

Rough pads pressed against the spongy nub on your walls, and your hips jerked upwards.

“Minnie!!!!”

With a loud cry, you felt wave upon wave of pleasure crash through your body, hips bucking wildly into his hand as you felt yourself pull away from your heat to grip helplessly at the sheets below you.

Your eyes were bleary and unfocused, breathing heavy.

“Min… Minnie…”

Moans fell to whimpers.

His finger slipped out in favor of gently massaging your thighs, and he let out a loud sigh—

“Guess I really have no choice… Maybe it’s my fault that you’re always so desperate for me…”

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Jealousy

Pairing : Namoon x reader fab

Genre : smut, real world au (?) angst, slight possessiveness and jealousy, MDNI, slight fluff.

Summary: Friends with benefits always gets complicated when one of you catches feelings.

Word Count : 4.5k

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The clinking of glasses and the buzz of conversation filled the air, a symphony of sound that perfectly matched the warm, inviting atmosphere of the cosy bar.

The scent of freshly grilled meats and the faint aroma of soju mingled in the air, creating a comforting and intoxicating blend.

Soft, warm light washed over the room, casting a gentle glow on the faces of the people gathered there.

You sat at a table with your large group of friends, a comfortable mix of laughter and camaraderie enveloping you.

Namjoon was finally back after three long months away, his business trip over, and everyone was here to catch up.

Your eyes scanned the table, landing on Namjoon. He was sitting across from you, his face lit up with a smile as he engaged in conversation with your friends.

Feeling your gaze, his eyes flicked towards yours, a small dimpled smile spreading across his face. You returned the smile, a flicker of something familiar passing between you.

Although your group was close, there was a secret between you and Namjoon, a secret that no one else knew.

A secret that had started with a drunken night and had turned into something more.

You had been friends for a long time, but that night, under the influence of alcohol, you had crossed a line simply because you both had been feeling needy.

Namjoon had made it clear from the beginning that he didn't want a relationship. It was purely fucking, a casual arrangement that suited both of you. Or so you thought.

As time went on, your feelings for him had grown. You had already fallen for his dimpled smile, his kindness, and the way you connected over deep conversations and shared interests.

He was everything you wanted in a man. Sleeping with him only further cemented those feelings, causing you a lot of heartache.

You had felt stupid and foolish for putting yourself in such a vulnerable position.

So, when Namjoon had told you he was going away for work, it had been a relief—a much-needed break to get your head straight and put some distance between the intense emotions you had been wrestling with.

While he was away, the two of you kept in touch through the occasional text message.

After all, you were still friends, and it felt natural to check in on each other. The conversations were friendly, casual—nothing too deep or revealing.

You made sure to keep it light, steering clear of any topics that might dredge up the more intimate aspects of your past arrangement.

You had taken this opportunity to fully embrace the idea of moving on.

And so you joined a dating site. It felt like a fresh start, a chance to explore new possibilities and meet someone who could offer the kind of connection you were truly looking for.

At first, it was a bit nerve-wracking, scrolling through profiles, wondering if anyone could match up to the image of Namjoon that still lingered in your mind, but you had made progress.

Just as you were about to take a sip of your drink, something in your peripheral vision caught your attention. You did a quick double take, seeing a familiar face in the crowd. It was the guy you'd been on a few dates with recently.

Surprise shot through you, quickly setting your drink down, you made your way over to him. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "I didn’t know you came here!" you exclaimed, a smile spreading across your face.

He flashed you a bright smile. "Hey! I’m here waiting for some colleagues. What about you? Who are you with?"

You nodded toward the table behind you. "I’m here with some friends. Come say hi!"

As you led him over, Namjoon's expression darkened. He glanced sharply from Jung to you, clearly puzzled and annoyed at how close you seemed. Who the hell is this guy? he thought, his mind racing.

After the introductions were made, Hoseok couldn’t resist asking, "So, how do you two know each other?"

Jung’s smile grew even warmer as he glanced at you. "We’ve been on a few dates," he said, his eyes lingering on yours.

You shifted slightly, feeling the heat rise in your face as you avoided making eye contact with Namjoon.

Namjoon’s jaw tightened visibly, a muscle twitching in his cheek.

A flicker of possessiveness stirred in Namjoon, surprising even him.

He knew he had no right to feel this way, but the thought of you with another man was like a needle pricking at his chest, making him uncomfortable.

He swallowed hard, trying to push away the tightness that constricted his breathing.

“Oh, nice. So, are you two going to go out again?” Jimin asked, his curiosity evident in the playful smile on his face.

“Yeah, sure. I mean I would like to.... if Y/N wants to” Jung said, his gaze shifting back to you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Namjoon’s mouth went dry. His stomach felt like it was twisting into knots as he waited for your response. What if she says yes?

The thought made him feel uneasy. His fingers drummed nervously against his thigh as he tried to steady his breath.

You nodded slowly, your voice soft and hesitant. “Yes,” you managed to say, though the word felt like it got stuck in your throat.

The sense of guilt, though irrational given your arrangement, settled heavily on your shoulders. You were acutely aware of Namjoon’s presence, the intensity of it making you squirm.

You certainly didn’t want Jung to know about your history with Namjoon. The last thing you needed was to complicate things further.

When you glanced back at Namjoon, you found him stone-faced, his jaw clenched tight. The rigidity in his posture was unmistakable. You frowned, silently questioning him, but he only looked away, sipping on his drink quietly.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you forced yourself to focus back on Jung, attempting to ignore the unsettling tension that lingered like a thick fog in the air.

You laughed along with your friends, trying to blend back into the cheerful atmosphere, but the knot in your stomach wouldn’t loosen.

A few minutes later, Jung’s colleagues arrived, and with a quick, friendly goodbye, he wandered off to join them.

You watched him go, grateful for the brief respite from the awkwardness. As you turned back to your friends, you realized Namjoon was gone.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you scanned the room, searching for him. Where did he go?

Just then, you caught sight of him slipping out through the main entrance. Without a second thought, you hurried after him, weaving through the crowd as you dashed toward the door.

The cold air bit at your cheeks as you stepped outside, your breath fogging in the night. The city lights, a blur of neon and yellow, reflected off the wet pavement.

You spotted Namjoon leaning against a wall, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his tall figure partially hidden in the shadows.

The streetlights cast eerie, elongated shadows that danced around him, adding to the sense of foreboding.

"Namjoon," you called softly, your voice almost a whisper against the backdrop of the bustling street.

He looked up at you, his eyes a bit glazed from the alcohol, the usual sparkle replaced by a dull haze. The cigarette smoke curled around his face, obscuring his features. "You okay?"

"I’m fine," he replied, but the clipped tone in his voice told a different story.

He lurched from the wall, his movements slightly unsteady, and stubbed the cigarette out before heading off down the street away from you.

You stood there, confusion knotting in your chest as you watched him start to walk away.

His sudden change in behaviour left you feeling adrift. Without a second thought, you hurried after him, your frustration simmering with every step.

"Joon! Wait. What’s going on?" you demanded when you finally caught up to him, grabbing his forearm. The tension radiated off him in waves.

"Just leave me alone and go back to Jung," he replied in a monotone. His voice was cold and distant, as if he were speaking to a stranger.

“What?!” Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to make sense of what he was saying, taking in his face.

“Are you jealous?” you asked, almost in disbelief. Your voice trembled slightly, caught off guard by his sudden outburst.

He whirled around to face you, his eyes blazing with a cocktail of emotions. “Jealous? Of him?!” he asked, incredulity dripping from his words. His voice was harsh, almost venomous.

“Well, why else would you say that? You’ve been in a mood ever since he sat with us,” you pointed out, your voice edged with frustration. You took a step closer.

“I just don’t like him. You’re too good for him,” he spat out through clenched teeth, the words dripping with a mix of anger and something else—something you couldn’t quite place.

Namjoon continued walking, breathing harshly.

“You don’t even know him!” you shot back, fists clenching as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

A few drunken bystanders turned and looked at you, their curious eyes following your heated exchange.

Their laughter, muffled and distant, added to the tension in the air. You ignored them, focusing solely on Namjoon and the growing intensity of his anger.

“I don’t need to. I don’t want you seeing him,” he snapped over his shoulder.

“Are you kidding me. Do you hear yourself?!” You let out a disbelieving snort, your eyes wide in shock at his audacity.

“Just because we fucked a few times doesn’t mean you can dictate who I can date! You’re just pissed because I’m not going to come running when you want some pussy” each word punctuated with the sting of betrayal.

“Isn’t that what friends with benefits means? We agreed on the arrangement, didn’t we?” he shot back, his voice tinged with frustration as if you were the one breaking the rules.

You laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and unforgiving in the cold night air. “Yeah, but that also means it ends when one of us starts dating!”

Namjoon’s pace slowed as he reached the entrance of his apartment, his voice dropping to a gritty, low growl. “Were you even going to tell me?” He stopped abruptly, turning to face you, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You swallowed hard, “Yes, when the time was right. What about you? I could say the same for you, what about the women you were hooking up on your work trip.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed, his expression tightening. He looked almost insulted by your words, as if you’d just questioned his character. “That’s because there were none!” he snapped, his voice rougher than you expected.

You laughed again, this time with incredulity. "Are you serious? You, the most gorgeous man I know, who can command a room and have any woman he wants has nothing to tell? That you weren't getting pussy whenever you wanted?"

The irony of your so-called friends-with-benefits arrangement stung like salt in an open wound. It was almost absurd when you thought about it.

Here he was, this breathtakingly handsome man, someone who could have anyone he desired, and yet he had chosen you. Just you—average, unremarkable, nothing special. A friend.

It felt like some cruel joke, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had even bothered with you in the first place.

Namjoon’s expression shifted, his eyebrows shooting up as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard. “You think I’m attractive?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You let out a heavy sigh, the exasperation clear in every breath you took. It felt like a punchline to a joke that wasn’t funny.

“Are you seriously asking me that? It’s not the point. The point is you were gone for three months. Did you really think I was just going to sit around and wait for you like some pathetic puppy, waiting for your next call to hook up?"

The weight of everything unsaid between you was too much, and you were already stepping back, the chilly night air biting at your skin.

Namjoon’s gaze followed you as you moved, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

His eyes, those deep eyes that usually commanded a room, were now clouded with confusion and something else—something you couldn’t quite place.

You took a few steps away from him, your breath coming out in sharp bursts, trying to create some distance between you and the emotional storm you were caught in.

But before you could get far, his voice cut through the night, low and possessive, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You’re mine."

The words stopped you in your tracks, your heart pounding in your chest.

You turned slowly, meeting his eyes. There was something desperate, almost primal, in the way he looked at you—like he was on the edge of losing something he couldn’t bear to let go of.

Your breath hitched, your mind racing to catch up with what he had just said.

The audacity of it, the sheer nerve, made your blood boil, but there was something else too—something in the way he said it that made your chest tighten, something you didn’t want to name.

"What did you just say?" a mixture of disbelief and curiosity in your tone.

He stared at you, his eyes searching yours, the intensity between you growing thicker with each passing second. Finally, he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"You heard me" he said, his tone firm. "I know we had an arrangement, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you being with someone else."

"Do you hear yourself?" you managed to croak out, the emotion clawing at your throat, threatening to spill over. “I'm not someone's property”

You wanted so badly to be his, to be loved by him in the way you had always dreamed, but deep down, you knew he never wanted that with you. It had always felt like you weren’t good enough for him, like you were a mere afterthought in his world.

“I know you're not,” He sighed heavily. His brows furrowed deeply, a stark contrast to his usually eloquent demeanour.

It was as if every carefully chosen word he normally wielded so effortlessly had suddenly betrayed him, slipping into clumsy, hurtful phrases.

He knew he should have been able to articulate his feelings with precision, but the weight of the situation left him grappling for the right words.

He stepped even closer, his body nearly brushing against yours. The proximity was suffocating, yet electrifying, his presence overwhelming your senses.

His thick, pillowy lips, so soft and inviting, hovered dangerously close to yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

The desire to close the gap between you was almost unbearable.

“Why did you follow me here? Your boyfriend is still at the bar,” he added, his voice rough and accusatory, his words slicing through the fragile connection between you.

“He’s not my boyfriend” you shot back, your tone defensive

Namjoon’s eyes flared. "No? Then I can do this."

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body pressed so close that you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Your soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, creating an overwhelming sense of intimacy.

"Namjoon!" you gasped, your eyes widening in shock at the sudden proximity. His grip tightened, holding you in place, his gaze never wavering from yours.

The world around you seemed to blur, the sounds of the night fading into the background.

Before you could react, his lips crashed against yours with a fierce urgency that took your breath away.

For a fleeting moment, you gave in to the kiss, feeling the familiar warmth of his lips flood your sense, tasting him. But as quickly as it began, reality snapped back into focus.

You placed your hands on his chest, the firmness of his muscles grounding you as you pushed him away.

“Why are you acting like this?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his face for answers tears pricking at your eyes.

You couldn’t understand why he was being so possessive, so contradictory, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Namjoon’s expression shifted the moment he saw the tears threatening to spill over. The hard lines of his face softened, and his grip on you loosened just enough for you to feel the change in his demeanour.

He would never want to hurt you, that much was clear, and seeing you in pain seemed to break something inside him.

“I love you, Y/N” he croaked.

The words hung in the air between you.

“You don’t mean that,” you say calmly. “This is just a reaction to seeing me with someone else.”

The hurt that crossed his face was unmistakable, a sharp, raw edge that made your heart twist in your chest.

“Is that how low you think of me?” His brows furrowing as he stared at you, as if he couldn’t believe you would think that of him. "You know me more than anyone!"

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Your eyes dropping to the ground. “But we knew this would end eventually. That’s what friends with benefits means. You never wanted a relationship… and… I-I did.”

The words tasted bitter on your tongue, each one a painful reminder of the boundaries you had tried so hard to respect, the unspoken rules you had forced yourself to follow.

You dared to glance up, just for a moment, only to find Namjoon’s expression unreadable. His jaw was clenched, the muscle there twitching slightly as he processed your admission.

Suddenly, his hand was under your chin, his touch gentle but firm as he tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

The intensity in his eyes made your breath hitch, the raw emotion there sending a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushed softly across your skin, wiping away a tear that had slipped free.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice low and unsteady, yet filled with an undeniable sincerity that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m in love with you. You’re the only person I want."

You couldn’t respond, your mind struggling to process the gravity of his words.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, spilling over as you spoke, your voice choked with sobs. “If that were true, you would have said something sooner," you cried, the pain in your voice cutting through the air.

"You wouldn’t have left me confused and hurt, wondering what I meant to you. It’s my fault—I should have never agreed to this when I knew how I felt. I was selfish because it was the only way I could have you.”

Your breath hitched as the tears came harder, your chest heaving with the effort to hold yourself together. "And now… now you’re just jealous because I can get another guy," you added, the words bitter and sharp on your tongue.

He took a step closer, his gaze locked on yours, a tenderness in his eyes that made your heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. “I never wanted to hurt you. I was afraid… afraid of ruining what we had, afraid of losing you if I asked for more. But I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else, Y/N. I can’t pretend anymore.”

You stared at him, your mind racing, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that had erupted between you. His hand, still holding your chin, was warm and steady, grounding you in the moment.

The desperation in his voice, the vulnerability in his eyes—it was all too much, too overwhelming. "But why...why would you love me? I'm just average." your voice wavers.

“Do you see yourself?” he asked, his tone almost incredulous. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Perfect. Perfect for me.” His gaze softened further, and he took a deep breath.

“The way you find positivity in every situation… How supportive you are of my dreams. It’s like you see me in a way no one else does.”

He paused, reaching up to gently brush a tear from your cheek, his touch feather-light yet electrifying.

“I love how your face lights up when you talk about your hobbies and passions. I could listen to you for hours and never tire of it. And it’s not just that,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion, “it’s how you care for people so deeply. How you make me want to be a better person.”

The intensity of his gaze seemed to hold all the things he had never said before, all the things you had hoped he felt but never truly knew.

“You’re everything to me, Y/N. Please don’t doubt that. Please don’t think you’re just average. Because to me, you’re extraordinary.”

“I…” you started, but the words faltered as your throat tightened with emotion.

“Do you love me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

You frowned, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to find your voice.

Every part of you was screaming for release, for the truth you had kept buried for so long.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you took a slow, shuddering breath and nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost pleading.

“I-I love you too” you whispered, the words escaping your lips like a confession, both freeing and terrifying all at once.

The moment the words left your mouth, Namjoon’s expression shifted—something fierce and determined flashing in his eyes.

Without another word, he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and unyielding, and pulled you towards the door of his apartment.

The world blurred around you as he slammed the door shut behind you, the sound reverberating through the walls.

Before you could even register what was happening, he was on you, pushing you up against the wall, his body pressing hard against yours.

His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss searing and desperate, as if trying to make up for all the lost time, all the words that had gone unsaid.

Your breath caught in your throat as you kissed him back, the intensity of the moment consuming you.

His hands roamed over your body, holding you close, his touch a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness.

Every inch of you was hyperaware of him—his warmth, his strength, the way his heart pounded against yours as he deepened the kiss.

His hand tangled into your hair, and a low, frustrated groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He pressed himself closer to you, seeking the friction that had been building between you.

His hard erection pressed insistently against his zipper. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you” he groans.

Clothes are quickly strewn across the floor, not even making it to the bedroom. Each article of clothing falls in a haphazard trail, creating a disarray of fabric that maps out the urgency and desperation of the moment.

Namjoon’s hands are restless, fumbling with the buttons of your jeans as if he’s afraid that if he doesn’t act quickly, this moment will slip away. His touch is feverish and hungry.

Bending down he picks you up his strong biceps bulging, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, arms around his neck. Your back is pressed against the cold hard wall, a complete contrast to how hot your body feels.

He rests his forehead against yours and he watches himself rub the tip of his hard swollen cock through your wetness.

Too eager to be inside you, too impatient to take it slow, as if reading his mind, your breathy voice next to his ear begs him "Please, Joon...I've missed you, I need you inside me!"

He groans "Shit....if you say things like that, I'm gonna cum too soon" you giggle, kissing his neck and jaw, slowly nibbling on his ear.

"Please fuck me" you whine.

"What my girl wants, she gets" he grunts, slowly lubricates his cock in your juices, rubbing back and forth he rubs his tip, before letting it catch in your entrance, and pushing his hips forward, letting himself sink into you.

His eyebrows furrowed, watching for any signs of discomfort. You bite your lip, as you try to accommodate him.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well” he whispers above your lips, his voice strained as he tries to control himself, pushing into inch by inch.

You both cry out as his big cock slowly stretches your pussy open, the delicious burn, quickly giving way to pleasure when you feel him deeply lodged inside you. “oh fuck!”

“You okay?” he asks, concern etched on his face.

You nod a little. “You can move”

Your head lolls back against the wall as he slowly fucks into you, getting you accustomed to his length again. It feels so fucking good.

“"You are taking me so well. Fuck!” He groans, spreading your thighs wider his lips travelled down to the sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a trail of hot, demanding kisses that made your toes curl.

Each touch ignited a fire within you, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath mixed with the intensity of his kisses.

He angles his hips, rolling them up as the tip rubs against your spongy wall inside. He moves slowly, his rhythm steady and powerful.

“Ugh!” You cry out, nails digging into his back as you cling on to him tightly.

He kisses you roughly". Who´s making you feel this good?"

“Mmmm. You are!” Heat prickles across your chest as you begin to feel the first tingles of your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck! Joon! Please. I’m going to cum!” You squeeze your eyes shut, as you focus on the pleasure.

“Open your eyes Y/N. Let me watch that pretty face of yours when you cum on my cock” he slams into you again with a growl, your eyes flash open, staring in to his intense gaze. "

Your pussy contracts around him, he can feel how aroused you are. Slick coating his pelvis.

Your stomach muscles clench and suddenly you take in a harsh breath as the pleasure washes over you, thighs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders.

So perfect" he murmurs, kissing you deeply swallowing your moans.

He begins to pick up speed, thrusting over and over into your swollen pussy, chasing his own high. The pleasure builds, his own fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he holds you tightly.

A guttural moan leaves his lips, moaning your name against your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppier, and uneven.

He finally comes to a halt, his breath coming in ragged gasps, sweat glistening along his chest and face.

He leans down, pressing his lips gently to your forehead, to your cheek and then gently on your mouth.

"I love you so much" he whispers softly.

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LOVELY HUSBAND : CHAN

⸻ synopsis: husband bang chan x f!reader ; genre: fluff, smut (nsfw under cut), headcanons, breeding kink. wc : 0.6k

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to never let you do anything on your own even if it’s something as simple as opening jar. he just sees it as a gesture to show that he loves and cares about you.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to cancel all his plans, take a day off work, and even spend his entire day taking care of you after finding out you got sick. trust me he wouldn’t be leaving side for even a second except if its for water or food.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to need i mean absolutely need! to spoil you. he doesn’t a fat load of cash for no reason, you will be getting anything you’ve ever dreamed of. he hates whenever you decide to spend your own money. he thinks its like your throwing him away.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to accidentally get mad or yell at you and then immediately start apologizing. you know you’re not the reason, sometimes after a stressful day his patience is at a all time low. you forgave him of course but he can’t forgive himself.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to notice you gain interest in a new restaurant but they aren’t any near you guys so he takes time out of his day to look for recipes and ingredients to cook it for you at home. he loves to see your reaction to his cooking, makes him wanna do it more.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to notice whenever you were social battery decrease in public, holding you close to him and limiting your conversation with others.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to always compliment you no matter what. just woke up? beautiful. sweaty after a hot day? gorgeous. you never go a day without 10 different compliments.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to go all out for movie night. rather than sitting in theaters with a ton of loud random people, you both rather just be alone with each other. he grabs a bunch of pillows and comforters and gets the popcorn ready to watch as much movies as you want or he can possibly take.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to always be soft with you during sex unless specified. if you want him to go hard he won’t be easy in you.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to want to cockwarm whenever he’s busy but you’re needy. it would always 9 times out of 10 end up with you guys fucking

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to love the thrill of creampies. he knows you won’t get pregnant because you’re on birth control, but him seeing his cum oozing out of you makes him go crazy

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to make sure you come every time you guys have sex. he could come last or even never, sex for him is never done until you come.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to explore kinks with you. if you ever wanted to try being dominant he’d be down. it’ll first be mentioned by him as a joke but you had other ideas in mind.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to take his time while going down on you. you’re 5 orgasms in and hes showing no signs of slowing down. you’d have physical push him off or else he’s not ending soon.

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summary: you beg Edward to let you ride him, but obviously he denies it. But you convinced him of another method of riding

Content tags: 18+ ,!smut, thigh riding, dry humping! i think, fingering!, squirting! (this was collecting dust in the drafts for like ever)

short and ass (my bad)

e. cullen x reader

it was a chilly afternoon, the wind blowing, creating small tornados of dried up leaves, scratching the pavement. You and Edward are inside, his small cottage he had in the woods of Forks, Washington.

All afternoon you’ve been cuddled up against your cold skinned boyfriend. But you always feel warm around him.

while cuddling, you accidentally nudged him causing him to groan. to him it hurt but for you, you wanted to hear more.

This caused you to get hot. You started to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck. He enjoyed it too.

you got on top of him, kissing him, straddling him. He knew what you were doing.

“Y/n stop” he said

“oh cmon Edward, please” you continue kissing him, you now start to grind a bit against him.

“No y/n, you know we can’t, I’d love to but I can’t” he says shamefully while pushing you off of him.

You stop, and look at him in defeat. You’ve always tried to get him to continue but his morals just won’t let him.

Until an idea pops up in you mind.

“Edward” “yeah”

“what if- now hear me out, what if you let me ride you”

his palely skin turns a bit pink

“w-what? That still can’t-“

“no no but not with your dick…. With… your thigh”

he looks at you confused but somewhat interested

“yeah you let me .. ride you but on your thigh. It’s very simple, you let me do all the work and you don’t have to do anything”

You started to straddle him again, caressing his clothed chest.

“You just relax, i promise to make you feel good”

Edward was so mesmerized, he didn’t say anything . He let you take advantage of him. he laid his hands on the side of the couch, letting you do your thing

you got onto his cold and rough thigh. You were still clothed from the bottom.

You looked at him with lustful eyes and slowly grinding on his thigh, he knew this was wrong but he just couldn’t bother stopping you from fucking yourself into him. You just looked so good, eyes partially closed slowly grinding and running your hands up to your tits, and giving them a light squeeze.

you know he was watching your every move, so you grabbed his hands and replaced your hands from the previous position

“cmon baby, don’t be scared” you said slightly out of breath

he was scared but he trusted you and what were you doing. you saw the huge erection growing in his tight pants, you slowly crept your hands to the area that needed the most attention.

“no.. don’t touch” Edward huffed out

“please let.. me”

he held you, closing his eyes, feeling you slowly rubbing yourself on him. You were getting so needy, holding on to his broad shoulders, digging your nails into them.

"mmh.. like that.." you said while tiliting your head back, your eyes closing shut, eyebrows scrunting up in pleasure.

Edward holding you so tight, keeping you in place on his dick, wanting more friction.

you got up, and edward looked at you confused and frustrated, but you pulled down your leggings as well as your panties, quickly trying to shimmy your way out of them

"you keep your pants on" you huffed

your wet slick being absorbed by his jeans, seeing the patch of wetness on his dick print

you began to rub yourself on him, moaning loudly. Edward imagining it was his dick that was pumping into you.

you started to aggressively move your hips trying to get to your high

"fuck Edward.." you moaned. Edward needed to see more of you

he dared and inserted two fingers into you, this caught you by surprise, feeling his icy cold fingers pump you so good. your wetness lubing his fingers perfectly, to easily get in there deeper.

"yeah.. yes.. please edward" tears started to well up, "yeah? you like that? cmon.. look at me"

you tried to open your eyes,

finally looking at how beautiful he was. "atta girl, thats it.. how bad you want it?"

"yes! bad.. p-please. please.."

you stopped rubbing trying to let him continue with his fingers, but he stopped as well. "uh uh, cmon pretty, keeping moving"

frustrated, you kept rubbing on him. his fingers now going faster, placing his thumb on your clit, creating circular motions

"f-fuck ed- im com-"

edward was panting.. on his other hand, holding you tight

"m-me too"

sweat beads starting to fall down your forehead, you leaned forward placing your hot, sweating head on his. feeling the coldness of his skin.

feeling your stomach getting tight, holding onto his head, cry-moaning as you felt yourself release.

"come for me"

your head went back as you squirted and making a big mess on edward's jeans. besides the heatness of your cheeks from the sex, they got hotter of embarrassment of edward seeing you like that.

"o-oh my g-god" you panted out

Edward was shocked, and so incredibly turned on that you can do that.

"im.. im so sorry, this is so embarrassing.." "no no that was so hot" he looked at you with lovely eyes

he kissed you and wiped the sweat under your eyes, "you are so incredibly beautiful"

you smiled at him and fell over on the couch, still bare from the bottom.

"fuck edward..." you said in bliss, smiling to yourself

"well now i have to go change my pants.." he said as he got up

"sorry.."

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summary: Benny gets jealous that boys like to flirt with y/n and y/n makes sure that he doesn’t feel that way

Content tags: sarcasm, jealousy,a bit of yelling/arguing, make out sesh, fluff at the end

- benny w. x reader

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"Ethan! I just can’t stand it anymore!" Benny hated how boys would make heart eyes at you, to even snicker comments about your body. He hated how all these boys were savoring his girl.

“ oh cmon Benny, just tell her how you feel, communicate!”

“Ethan … it’s not that simple”, he paced around Ethan’s room thinking about ways to come up with courage to talk about how he feels and wishes you could comfort him to let him know that he’s the only boy in your world

He plops down on the bed and grabs a pillow to scream into it. Giving him some sense of relief. looks up at the ceiling trying to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“Look Benny don’t sweat it, y/n loves you a lot to do anything to jeopardize your guy’s relationship, you need to trust her and talk to her about it"

“When did you become the love expert? you can’t even talk to Sarah without mixing your words up”

“ I can talk to her !….. just not to ask her out”

“Yeah that’s what I thought”

“Look I’m gonna go home and hopefully sleep it off, I’ll see you tomorrow” Benny walks out, saying his goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Morgan. As Benny is walking home he simply can’t get rid of this itching insecurity that he has.

What if y/n eventually finds someone better than him and she leaves him, or she realizes she can have someone much better. These thoughts ran like crazy in benny’s head.

As he got home, he decided he needed a cold shower to fully relax his body and mind. He did his night routine of playing video games and watching tv. He finally settled in and drifted of to sleep.

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The next morning Benny woke up and dressed up in his dorky clothing and got ready for school, he met up with Ethan

“Hey dude did you sleep well last night?”

“Sorta, I just feel this insecurity that’s she’ll leave me”

as he was saying that, you started to go up to your boyfriend and his friend. While doing so, boys would wolf whistle at you, you enjoyed the attention but all you cared about was the attention of your man. all you did was smile, laugh, and throw in a small hair flip as you walked down the hall. Benny saw this and was already agitated.

“Hey pretty boy, how are you this lovely morning” you asked

“oh it’s been so lovely indeed y/n!” he gestured his hands like a magical princess

“oh? what’s wrong, why are you being like that?” “Being like what? I’m being myself y/n, can’t I not?”

Ethan at this point started to back away slowly, trying to avoid whatever is about to explode at any moment

“woahhh benny, why are you acting like a douche right now? Did I do something wrong? do you wanna talk about it?” You tried not losing your cool

he sighed obnoxiously, “no y/n, I don’t want to talk about it, look I’m going to be late, I’ll see you later” he walked away leaving you annoyed, upset, and confused

“What the fuck?”

-; ✧˖*°࿐

school ended and you wanted to look for Benny in hopes to fix things with him, whatever you think you did, try to fix. you wandered the halls until you bumped into Ethan and Sarah

“Hey guys have you seen Benny, I can’t find him and I just want to talk to him about this morning”

“yeah we just saw him, he just left, he said he was going home.” Ethan said while giving a sympathetic smile

“oh.. well I’m going to catch up to him, thanks guys”

“Of course y/n”

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you got to Benny’s and knocked on his door

knock knock knock

the door opened and it was his grandma

“ hey mrs. weir!, is Benny home?”

“yes he just got home, he seemed a bit upset, hopefully you can help!”

“I wish I can too”

you walked up the stairs to his room and softly knocked on his door, slightly leaning your head towards the door in hopes to hear some noise

“grandma go away, I dont want to talk”

you opened the door slowly, “uh no, it’s me.. I came here to talk”

“I dont”

You were at this point were done, you sat next to him “look I do, I want to know what’s wrong and why you are taking it out on me?” “look y/n-”

“ no Benny, what’s the matter, why can’t you talk to me? I’m trying here and I want to help you because I’m your girlfriend and I’m sorry if I did something, if I’m too bus-“ “THATS IT!”

you stopped talking, shocked at his response

“Because you’re my girlfriend” “what’s that have to do with anything?”

“Y/n you are so perfect and beautiful and smart, all the boys are DYING to have you and be with you, and it makes me feel so bad that these guys can take you away from me, I’m such a loser.. you deserve a guy who meets to your standards.. not like a guy like me,..”

you sighed, caressing his cheek in regards of him looking at you, “benny.. that’s why?” He nodded his head, “benny, you are the only guy for me, I want you.. not those other guys, you are so much better than those jerkoffs, you are smart, funny, and so much more better looking, that’s why I call you my pretty boy”

You slowly get closer to him and continue caressing him, “ I wouldn’t want it any other way bens” he finally looked up at you with watery eyes..

“I love you benny, don’t forget that”

he got even closer, “I love you too”

You two were so close to each other you can feel each others breaths, the tension was there.

You decided to close the gap

you passionately kissed each other while bennys hands started exploring your back, you move your hands to his hair and lightly tug on it receiving little whimpers from him, you lick onto his bottom lip asking for dominance, a bit a of a hassle since he wasn’t giving in but eventually did

This continued on until his grandma opened the door

“I brought some sandwiches in case you guys are- OH MY-“

“GRANDMA!”

you laughed at him and hugged him, enjoying these moment with him

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