AHHAHAHA IT'S STILL THERE I ACCIDENTALLY SAVED THE DRAFT IN MY SPAM BLOG

AHHAHAHA IT'S STILL THERE I ACCIDENTALLY SAVED THE DRAFT IN MY SPAM BLOG

LIVE (pjm)

PAIRING:  Idol! Park Jimin x Idol! Reader 

WARNINGS: Smut (M). Pwp, oral (f recieving), fingering, teasing, swearing, sub!Jimin, dom!Reader, fisting, bring the holy water, cum eating, kissing, edging, name calling, begging if you squint, bring more holy water, biting, marking/hickeys, mentions of bondage, punishment, how did i come up with this.

WORD COUNT: 1301

SUMMARY: ignoring your boyfriend’s pleads for attention, you broadcasted a V LIVE. Bad idea, as Jimin gets your attention in another way.

V LIVE IS OWNED BY NAVER CORP.

"Lemme wait for others to connect...” You said, staring at your laptop screen as the numbers raised up in the V app. You were part of a rookie group which debuted under BigHit that had fastly raised up in popularity. You met Jimin even before being a rookie. He had convinced you to audition. A few months before debuting, you both formalized your relationship after you confessed to him. He was hard to get, as he always friendzoned you at the beginning. And about a month later, he asked you to enter a dom/sub relationship. You were scared at the beggining to hurt him, but with time you both became comfortable with it. However, you had to treat him softly, being the small ball of adorableness he is. At least during most of the time.

The numbers had finally raisened up, so you talked once again.

“Hello.” You swiftly lifted your glare through your lashes, to look at Jimin standing beside your desk, in a place where the camera wouldn’t see him. He was pouting, and articulated a word. Noona. You were younger than him, but by the way you cared and took so many cautions with him, he nicknamed you that way. Not that he bother for you to call him oppa at some times. “I turned this on... cause...” You grinned and stared back at the screen. “I didn’t have nothing to do.” Wrong. You were punishing your boyfriend by ignoring him. In your bondage last session, he had cummed without your permission. Your punishment for him was not touching you. For him, it was one of his worst punishments; deep inside you, it was also a torture to use that punishment. You two couldn’t stand more than a day without sex, and the week was almost ending. You both were desperate, but he was obviously much more than you by how much would he beg. So you had planned to remove it this night, until he arrived to your private apartment and mashed his lips against yours in a hungry, full opened mouth kiss, holding your wrists to try and gain control. He had stopped at your orders, and since then be pleading for you to remove the punishment. You inmediatly declined, and ignored him by starting this broadcast. “How are you guys doing?”

However, he had another plans. He got on his knees and crawled below your desk. You raised an eyebrow at his actions, but inmediatly ignored it and looked back at your screen, reading the comments.

:y/n, you’re so pretty!

:y/n

:y/n

:y/n

:y/n how are you doing?

:y/n come to Mexico!

:Saranghae!

:y/n, how is the rest?

"The others are resting, we had a tough-”, You blushed when you felt Jimin hiking up your skirt from beneath and spreading your legs. He couldn’t be serious, now?! You were in the middle of a broadcast! “-day!” He started drawing circles with his finger in your inner thighs, taking his time to move to your core. Just a few inches away from your heat, he started to suck ocassionally on your skin, leaving small, red marks on where his mouth landed. You closed your lips tightly when you felt Jimin’s wet tongue lick you over your white panties. 

:Are you ok?

:Remember to rest!

:y/n?

:she is surprised of my beauty

:She can’t see you

:give us spoilers on the comeback!

:if you see this show my your hand

“S-sorry, I can’t give any spoilers.” You stuttered, trying to mantain your composture. You tried closing your legs, but his grip on you was so strong you didn’t even budge. With a finger, he pushed your already wet panties aside to have full access to your heat. He let go of one of your thighs to open your folds, licking a stripe just between them. You blushed harder, biting your lip to remain silent, just pretending to stare at the comments. You weren’t reading them anymore. You just concentrated on how his tongue moved in and out of your entrance sloppily, ocassionaly slurping your juices, and prayed for no obscene sounds to be heard in the broadcast. You looked down for a few seconds at his eyes. He stared at you, his eyes darker than normal in a clear sign of lust. Your breathe became heavy, and you looked back at the screen. You slighlty coughed and covered your mouth to avoud gasping when he started circling your clit, adding more pressure each second. You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm, a heavy knot in your stomache, and the need to release. Until he removed his tongue.

“Fu- uh?”, You restrained your curse. Your stare was blank, your insides clenched in need of feeling his touch again. What had happened? Did he really denied you an orgasm? He was always under orders, he couldn’t deny you. After a few seconds, you felt three fingers slip at once inside you. You arched your back, trying to make it look as if you regained posture. You didn’t open your mouth, terrified a moan would come out. You checked out how much time had you endured live. 15 minutes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to turn it off.

“I gotta go guys, I’m re-ally t-tired- bye”, You silently cursed at the way the last words came out almost as moans, and turned it off just as he took his fingers out of you. You released your breath, and thought of pulling away from him.

“F-fuck, Jimin!”, You arched your neck, held on his hair and closed your eyes when he slowly pushed his whole fist inside you. You thought you were going to tear. You normally supported just four fingers inside you, not that this hurt you. Apparently, he knew your limits better than yourself. He pumped his hand in and out of you, and you pulled his hair, moaning. Just as you felt you were close to your release again, he pulled his fist out. You whined in frustration and looked at him, gasping for breathe.

“W-what the hell is wrong with you, Jimin?!”, You opened your eyes to look at him. Even over his piercing dark, lustful eyes and your pussy’s juices glistening on his swollen lips, he smiled like a playful kid.

“You didn’t give me your attention, so I gave you mine.”, He said before licking his lips. You felt your insides twist at the image, and you ached for him to make you cum. If he was waiting for you to beg, damn no, you weren’t going to. Instead, you ordered him.

“...Make me cum”, He stared at you.

“What’s the magic word?”, he laughed. This wasn’t funny for you. You needed a release.

“Now.”, You pushed his head back to your core. He inmediatly started to lick your clit multiple times, kitty-like licks. Just this did you need to explode on your orgasm, arching your back and moaning, your eyes closed. He kept licking you through your high, making sure to leave you clean from your own cum.

“I’ve been a good kitty, please remove the punishment...”, He begged you once your grip on his hair smoothened enough for him to talk again, licking his lips. You stared at him panting, and got up from your chair on your wobbly legs. He crawled out from below the desk, and kneeled.

“Get up”, You ordered him, and he did inmediatly. You approached to him and smashed your lips against his plump, red lips. He moaned slightly when you tugged painfully on his hair. You separated by a few inches, him looking at your lips. You both were lightly panting. “...I’ll remove this punishment, but then you’ll be in denial during next session as a punishment for denying me twice. Got it, kitty?”

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Warnings: NSFW, pwp, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, anal, crossdressing, slight nipple play, sub!Felix, dom!reader, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of praise, ok bye.

How many times had he come? That wasn't even part of his mind in the moment, even though he could strongly feel the pain in his ass because of the continuous fucking and previous fisting plus the overstimulation in his cock. He wanted to stop and at the same time resist for one more release. He didn't know what had aroused him so damn much. Maybe it was the cute, yellow outfit he had decided to use for his owner, now covered in cum stains and its skirt hiked up above his ass to leave him exposed. Maybe it was the way his owner's cock tip pressed harshly against his prostate with each brutal thrust, making him choke on moans and gasp for air. Could also be how proud his owner had previously looked at his tear-stained cheeks, even though he was unsure wether they were from pain or pleasure. His owner's chest pressed against his back avoided any movement to fuck him mercilessly and at the same time it brought him warmth and security because of the tight hold he kept around his waist. With each thrust, wet sounds coming from the previous cum left inside his hole and skin slapping filled the room. His arms began burning out of weakness as he felt like coming once again. He held tight to the sheets, his whines growing in pitch. His brain begged him to cease all movement but his body said something completely different, the want to satisfy all his owner's needs and hearing praises coming before anything. He felt his owner's hand sneak under his sweater as the thrusts became sloppier. He slightly pinched and twirled at one of his nipples, making him gasp and shrink even further than what he had already.

His eyes shutted even harder, he held tighter on the sheets and nearly screamed when his owner snapped his hips against him a few times while cumming, his own release following right after it and staining that spot on his sweater once again. It only took a few seconds before his owner resumed his fast pace, not even close from stopping. He felt how his owner fucked his own cum out of him and it dribbled down his legs, stopping at the lace of his also stained and ruined stockings.

But that was the last thing he cared about. He was his owner's pet, and he was meant to be molded, fucked and ruined to his owner's liking. He would cum as many times as his owner pleased, even if that meant each ejaculation would feel painfully good. He was going to follow each and every order until the very end where he's covered in both's cum and left almost unable to even speak. Until he leaked a mixed smell of sweat, cum and both their colognes. Until his owner had decided he was his enough times as to praise him as his good kitten.

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First & Last Soulmate (Part 2)

au millionare!Seonghwa x worker!Hongjoong

Summary: Seonghwa is in his first life, Hongjoong is in his last one. After finding eachother, realization hits when they notice now Hongjoong will spend only his last life along his soulmate and Seonghwa will stay alone for the rest of his lives.

Warnings: Suggestive Content.

Word Count: 1655

A soul has 8 lives. Each soul has a necklace with a color depending on their life number, and it’ll be used by law by the same soul during all their lives. The necklace turns black when all lives have been used. The necklace has a few seconds glow when it’s close to their soulmate’s. Once the soul finds their soulmate for the first time, the surrounding of the gem will turn from gray to silver for the rest of its lives.

1- White 2- Orange 3- Yellow 4- Green 5-Turquoise 6-Blue 7- Pink 8- Purple

In fact, days passed and Hongjoong became used to the familiar face that would always arrive early in the morning and leave before midday. He still didn't fully understand why did Seonghwa live and work in the city but came in so early every morning, sometimes before him. After a few weeks, Hongjoong let him help with lifting the gates to open after much insisting. Sometimes he'd help restocking too or in the storage room. Strangely, ever since the day he first saw him. Seonghwa had hidden his gem underneath his shirt. He already knew he was in first life, so he didn't understand why would he hide it now. He shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just forgot to hide it at first. He himself didn't like people to see his gem, as society could treat you different accordingly. In fact, he tried being slightly nicer and less tempered around Seonghwa considering it was his first life. Even if at the beginning he was a slight pain in the ass, he had now turned into a regular client and maybe... a friend?

Hongjoong shrugged, it was nice to have someone there besides him. That gas station was a bit afar so after a while Seonghwa's company was gladly received.

After much thinking, Hongjoong began changing to get ready to bed. He took off his shirt but a button got stuck with his necklace's chain. He groaned, his head stuck in his shirt. He decided to take the necklace and shirt all together. As he unraveled the chain from around the button, he noticed something different in his gem. He held it up, not quite catching a grip of what was it. He then noticed, the surrounding was a bright, shiny silver. He gasped and covered his mouth. Usually, purple users had already accepted their fate of not having found their soulmates in the 640 years they were given to live before. It was even more uncommon for an old soul to find a soulmate than a new soul finding its soulmate. It was usual for people to have replacements who weren't their soulmate if they hadn't found theirs, but it would never be the same happiness as the souls were not meant for each other. Still, there was his purple gem surrounded in silver. Maybe that was the reason Seonghwa was visiting so much that gas station? Someone like him would never go to a place like that. Everything fell in its place, and even though his heart dropped a little at the knowledge that Seonghwa had just befriend him cause he was probably his soulmate more than actually befriending him because of being himself, he still wanted to figure out if it was true. He couldn't see if his gem was silver surrounded or glowed from underneath his shirts, white glows are difficult to see. He only had two ways to take the gem out of his shirt.

First, he could make him trip. Put some boxes at the entrance so when he came in he would fall and the chain would spill out of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. But it could fail, and even though Seonghwa could be slightly clumsy, he doubted he was dumb enough as to not see the boxes from outside. The second option would be having to take off...

He wasn't that desperate for a soulmate anyways.

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Hongjoong walked across the street, bags underneath his eyes. He barely got any sleep, less than his normal sleep-deprived nights. Hell no, he IS desperate for his soulmate. The thought of finally being able to find what most people searched during their eight lives was too overwhelming, the promise that your soulmate is someone that can love you unconditionally and be there for the rest of his last life. He wasn't going to let it pass just like that. He decided he would get to see Seonghwa's gem, no matter what. He couldn't just ask to see the gem, he didn't know if Seonghwa trusted him enough to follow an order only authorities usually gave. Even if people were obligated to use them, they weren't obligated to display them. He had come up with something anyways. If he was able to get into a "comprimising" situation with Seonghwa, he could just unbutton his shirt enough for the chain to spill out.

He reached the store and as usual, Seonghwa was already there.

"Hi." Hongjoong waved at him before beginning to open the locks.

"Hello. You look tired, were you able to sleep last night?" Seonghwa remarked as he lifted up the gates Hongjoong had already unlocked.

"I had a few nightmares, so I couldn't really sleep well." He opened the door and stepped in, followed by Seonghwa. He turned all the lights on.

"Do you wanna sleep a bit while I take care of the store? It's not like people come here anyways." Seonghwa asked but Hongjoong shook his head.

"No, I still work here and you are practically a customer. You shouldn't help me in anything in first place." He remarked, and Seonghwa pouted. He took one of the treats in stock to begin eating as usual as he chatted with him, but instead Hongjoong began walking around the place.

"What are you doing?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"...My boss told me yesterday to begin checking for empty items every morning." Hongjoong answered, his half created plan already in action. He desperately searched for an empty space as the storage room was the only room without cameras.

"Do you need help?"

"No, thanks." He finally spotted a place. His stomach twisted. He still had time to halt everything but curiosity took the best of him so he went to the storage room. He pulled on the farest box up there he could find, and as he thought Seonghwa followed him to the back. Seonghwa saw him struggle with the box.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" He asked. Hongjoong wasn't even close to reaching that box and even for himself it was a bit difficult. After a few attempts of trying it for himself, he figured out they both weren't going to get anywhere alone. He stood behind Hongjoong who looked back at him, confused. He held Hongjoong's waist, watching him flinch in front of him and turn his head back to his front inmediately. Seonghwa carried him to reach the box, and Hongjoong could feel his face burning already. He wasn't expecting this but it would be easier now. He pulled on the box but instead of holding onto it, he let it fall. Seonghwa immediately moved but bumped his back against the wall, falling backwards thanks to another box in an attempt to move away. And as expected, Hongjoong fell right over him, keeping his elbows stretched to avoid any damage to any of them. His neck was right in front of Seonghwa's face, and he waited for any other box to fall after the clumsy mistake. He then lowered himself a bit to be face to face with him. The twist in his stomach became worse when he noticed his plan was successful and now he was topping the older boy. His cheeks turned light pink as his eyes traveled to the other's lips. He was just a few milimeters away from his lips, he could already taste the peach chapstick smell emanating from them. He could see he was becoming slightly flustered too, his shaky breath hitting his own lips. He seemed to be hesitating way too much so Seonghwa held his cheeks and pulled him closer, pressing his lips against his and sealing the little space left between them. At first it was a timid kiss, none of them moving for the first few seconds, just getting used to the warm and distinct feeling. But after those few seconds, the kiss turned from a shy one to a bolder on, the younger boy pushing against the other to try and get closer but the whole kiss being lead by Seonghwa. He licked Hongjoong's bottom lip, and almost immediately did he give entrance for his tongue to explore his mouth. He moaned slightly when his tongue slid against his, and Seonghwa found himself wanting to desperately hear more of him. The kiss had become sloppier and messier, the urge to feel the other closer coming before anything else. As he lost all control from the kiss, Hongjoong let the other do as he pleased and roll on top of him. He gripped on his hair slightly, earning a tiny gasp from the older one. He smiled in the kiss, forgetting completely about his plan to find out about Seonghwa's necklace. He found himself drugged in Seonghwa's scent as much as Seonghwa was in his, thirsty for more of what they were already having.

The store bell ringed and the door creaked open, footsteps were heard. Out of all days... Hongjoong slightly pushed at Seonghwa's chest when he noticed he wasn't halting his actions. Still, the older boy refused to break away from the kiss so Hongjoong turned his face to a side, a thin broken thread of saliva which previously connected their tongues together falling over his check. He felt Seonghwa's lips ghost over his neck and he had to use all his will to stop him.

"...'m s-sorry, give me a moment..." He told Seonghwa who whined slightly in reply. Still, he rolled off him and sat at a side, panting a bit. He got up fast while composing himself and trying to get rid of his laid appearance. He wiped his cheek and hoped he didn't look flustered at all while walking to the front counter. It was more of a hope, as his lips were swollen and red and his eyes slightly glassy. He did his best to control his panting in vain. "H-hello,-how may I help you?"

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