First & Last Soulmate (Part 3)

First & Last Soulmate (Part 3)

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: NSFW, masturbation, handjob.

Word Count: 1,276

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

So sorry for taking so long I had a serious writing block. TT The Felix drabble will be ready soon.

Seonghwa couldn't break away his stare from the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, his eyes were wide open. He couldn't stop thinking about that morning's kiss. How fast had he fell as soon as he felt the younger boy's breathe over his lips and the flustered look he gave him seconds before the kiss, how his hands traveled through his hair tugging just enough as to make him lose his mind, how he let his own tongue wander without hesitation inside his mouth. It was surprising how could get turned on even with such little touches. And the way he let out small moans... It was too much for his imagination. Enough to keep him thinking all day about him. Hongjoong was the reason he couldn't sleep, couldn't stand a day without going to that isolated gas station, the reason he had gone crazy.

Drifting back to reality, he found himself panting slightly right after a light hipthrust. He was alone now, after controlling his need all day. He bit his lip while flustered and looked around his room, knowing nobody was there. He slowly bucked his hips to lower his pants and underwear. He uncovered from the sheets before wrapping his hand around his already hard cock, eyes closing again. He let out a sigh from the relieving touch, and couldn't help but imagine how would it feel with Hongjoong's smaller hand around him, barely closing around his whole length. How would his hand feel dragging itself around his cock, increasing the pace of his strokes, rubbing at the tip, and maybe even taking part in his warm mouth. Seonghwa snapped his hips harshly at all these thoughts when he felt near his release.

"J-Joong~!..." He couldn't help but moan out his soulmate's name as he kept thrusting his hips upwards, bucking against his own hand while cumming, his imagination and the pleasure taking him far away from reality. Thankfully, he lived alone in his apartment, or else he was sure more than a few would've heard him. He continued to stroke himself in a decreasing pace while riding down his high, panting, eyes still closed.

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Seonghwa parked at the gas station. He was slightly later than usual since he had woken up late, but he blamed everything to his last night thoughts. Obviously, the store was now open. Hongjoong and Seonghwa hadn't really talked about the kiss yesterday, mostly because Seonghwa had to leave a few minutes after that costumer appeared. He was eager to mention it, slightly afraid too. Would Hongjoong like to go full with him or just play with him for a while? Did he like him as Seonghwa liked him or was it infatuation?

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All these thoughts roamed Seonghwa's head while opening the door. However, with a 'puff' all thoughts dissapeared when he saw the cashier. He definitely wasn't Hongjoong. His heart stopped and he looked around while approaching the man, trying to not be suspicious.

"How many I help you?" The man asked.

"Eh... Hi, I just wanted some directions, I got lost."

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Seonghwa groaned as he got in his car and took his phone, dialing that familiar number he could now recite by memory.

"Hello?" Seonghwa felt instant relief upon hearing the younger man, his panic and anger slowly fading away.

"You didn't tell me you quitted..." Seonghwa said while turning on the car. A laughter abrupted from the other side of the line.

"Was it necessary to tell you?"

Seonghwa could feel his cheeks slightly burn at the question. Did he have the right to now so soon? Well, he was a friend, right?

"Well I thought we were friends..." Seonghwa finally answered after a few seconds silence.

"Fair, fair. I didn't quit. I just chose the night shift." Hongjoong explained through the phone.

"Night shift?! So you'll be out there alone all night in that solitary gas station?!"

"I don't need to necessarily be alone..." The other teasingly said from the other side, and Seonghwa did his best to push any thoughts from the previous day out of his head before he kept on talking.

"At what hour do you start?"

"6 pm sharp."

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"So why did you move your shift?" Seonghwa asked, leaning on the counter while watching Hongjoong rearrange the products on the shelf.

"Personal stuff." Hongjoong murmured. Seonghwa sighed. Even though he might know Hongjoong for some time now, he never seemed to be openly expressive about his personal whereabouts. Not that Seonghwa had given his own complete life story to the younger boy, but he knew significantly more about his life.

"Is it because it's emptier?" Seonghwa tried asking but he didn't recieve an answer. Instead, Hongjoong walked away to the the other side of the store when he finished fixing everything. Seonghwa groaned and walked torwards him.

"Joong." He tried catching his attention in vain. Hongjoong kept piling the bars from the box to display, almost ignoring him. "Joong?

"I tend to sleep more during the day-" Hongjoong yelped when he turned around and pushed the box against Seonghwa's chest, the older boy jumping a bit and taking a step back.

"-I'm sorry." Seonghwa said before taking another step back. "Do you want me to take you back home? I wouldn't like you walking around so late..."

Hongjoong looked inside the box to check if the products were alright before looking back at him. His eyes traveled to his chest, where the white gem was now to his display.

Well that wasn't what he had planned but still, now he could see the gem. He took a few steps closer, attempting for the gem to begin glowing.

"...Uh... Joong...? Then you do want me to take you home once your shift ends...?" Seonghwa asked once again, not moving even though the younger one was inching close. He secretly hoped for the other to keep on getting close, but Hongjoong stopped before. He hadn't seen the gem glow yet... was he not close enough? He shook his head before abruptly turning around to continue organizing. Seonghwa let go of the deep breath he didn't know he had contained, freezed in place. "Hongjoong? Would it be alright if I take you home?"

Hongjoong only nodded, now unsure if he was right or wrong about his suspicions. Maybe Seonghwa wasn't his soulmate, just someone he found comfortable to be with. And maybe that was good. Considering he was in his last life and Seonghwa in his first, it would have been a bad move from destiny to choose souls that wouldn't be able to meet ever again. But then, why was his gem's surrounding silver? He had gotten close to many people since the day he found out his gem's surrounding was silver, and even more before finding out. It would be impossible to contact each and every person he had seen, he would literally need to contact all costumers that came into the store. Maybe it was still gray and it was his imagination. He would double check when he reached home.

Seonghwa did notice something was off about Hongjoong at the moment he had moved away so suddenly after approaching him. Plus, he had talked very little since Seonghwa arrived. He looked lost in thought, and now he was unsure if he should mention yesterday's kiss. He walked over to one of the tables and sat down, crossing his arms over the table and laying his head on top, watching the other one continue with his tasks and waiting for the shift to end to be able to take him home or for him to talk back to him.

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THE IDEAS FLOODING BUT IT'LL MOST LIKELY BE A SMUT now I just gotta find out how to make it enemies to lovers. :,D

Challenge!! Create a fic plot based on these images

Bonus Points: Make it enemies to lovers

*cries in mosca*

tumblr deleted my First and Last soulmate part 3 draft.

*mosca is a fly.

Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 2

Word count:1,147

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, slight anal play, breath play, dirty talking, blowjob, face fucking, sub!Felix, dom!reader, male!reader, slapping, dacryphilia, cum eating, hair pulling, established relationship, caring, ok bye.

"Get undressed and kneel on the floor, keep your legs open."

"Now...?" Felix received a glare from his owner in response, waiting for his order to be done. "Ok..." Felix took off his clothes, dropping them to the floor. He kneeled, shivering slightly when his skin touched the cold floor. He opened his legs and looked up at his owner in his final position, red tinting his cheeks. "Like this...?" He asked for approval. His owner smiled, walking around him like a predator around its prey. As always, he'd stay fully dressed while the blond boy was left naked. Not that Felix minded, it actually made him feel more exposed and that somehow excited him.

"Put your hands behind you, kitten." His owner stopped behind him, taking advantage of his opened leg position and pressing the tip of his shoe against his asshole. Felix let out a small whine, his head hanging. He did as he was told, putting his hands behind his back.

The gentle atmosphere of how it all started snapped in a second when his owner held his hair roughly and yanked it hard, bending his head backwards and earning a yelp from Felix while shutting his eyes close. Felix was forced to arche his back and his hands fell on the floor, supporting his weight on their palms. He felt the pressure of the shoe tip against his hole increase and he moaned just before all pressure was removed. Felix bit his lip at the loss of pleasure, his own cock already hard by the situation. He heard the belt and zip of his owner's pants, and a few instants later, his owner pressed the tip of his cock over his lips. Felix opened his mouth enough to suck in the tip, earning a slight groan from his owner. Then, without warning, his owner pushed all the way in his mouth in a harsh thrust, making Felix gag and open his eyes wide at the sudden intrusion. He tried moving away at first, but his owner kept a tight grip on his golden locks. His throat burned and he was sure that his owner could easily see a bulge in his neck. After growing slightly accustomed, he sucked obediently, his eventual gagging adding pleasure for his owner.

His owner began rocking his hips in slow but deep thrusts while Felix kept on sucking. Felix began moving his tongue against his length, and he shut his eyes once again when his owner picked up the pace, moaning and panting. With a snap of his owner's hips, he felt the warm release and familiar flavor go down his throat and overflow his mouth. He tried swallowing all of it, some of the cum dribbling down the corners of his mouth. He felt like coughing and tried moving away once again when his owner pulled half out, but just as he intended to move his owner thrusted in once again, keeping himself steady. Felix trembled, trying his best to breath even if his owner's balls were pressed against his nose. He moaned very slightly. It burned. It burned so painfully good...

His owner smiled while looking at him, panting, still steady against his mouth before thrusting once. "...you wanted torture, right, kitten...?"

Felix began sucking once again in response, unable to move his head to pleasure his owner as much as he wished because of the tight grip in his hair. His owner, however, began thrusting once again, in a fast pace. Soon enough, his thrusts began sloppier. He gave one last, strong thrust and cummed once again in Felix's mouth. More tired than before, Felix coughed and gagged around his owner's cock, unable to swallow most of it this time. When his owner didn't pull out and once again maintained himself steady and not letting him move, Felix bit as slightly as he could. His owner did nothing, beginning with his thrusts again.

Felix felt dizzy enough when the third load of cum hit his throat, unable to make any reflex anymore. He began seeing black dots and his eyelids closed heavily. Just as he felt as losing conscious, his owner pulled out. Felix opened his eyes, panting heavily, his chest moving up and down and his lips puffy. His face had dry cum paths and fresh cum dribbling down his cheeks. He only got to catch his breath for a few moments before his owner pushed in his open mouth again. Felix jumped a bit at the immediate thrusting and moaned at his throat's stretch plus the burn in his scalp. Felix didn't know whether if he'd be able to take it all again or not, or if he'd endure as much as his owner planned to use him. His arms trembled from the position; it was getting very hard to breath. He bit down slightly harder than last time. His owner hissed and slapped his cheek, never ceasing his movements.

"D-don't bite... D-didn't you ask for it...?" His owner asked him, snapping his hips when he felt close to his release again. "Now you can take it..." His other hand traveled to Felix's throat to feel himself protruding through Felix's neck skin, enough to make him cum again while moaning his kitten's name. Felix trembled even more, tears streaming down his face unconsciously, feeling as if the cum would travel up his nose if he didn't swallow enough of it. His face began dripping cum on the floor, not able to swallow despite his attempts.

His owner pulled out and Felix sucked in air, trying desperately to regain his breath. His owner let go of his hair and hovered over his face, holding his cum and tear stained cheeks. He left a peck on his lips, not wanting to kiss him more so Felix could catch his breath freely.

"D-do you feel ok...?" His owner asked, concern in his voice. Felix could feel his owner was about to stop it all for him because of his messed-up state, but the blond felt as if he could take more after a couple minutes of rest and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"O-one s-second... P-please..." He tried his best at steading his breath.

His owner smiled at his words, the concern leaving when Felix gave him that answer. The best thing about Felix was that he knew very well his limits, and even if it felt as if they were being pushed, as long as Felix didn't ask to stop it was all ok. His owner kept holding his cheeks, staring at his kitten.

"...I'm not patient, kitten..." He said while gaining composure again. He guided his length towards Felix's mouth, still sensitive from all the previous cumming but capable of keeping on.

Felix finally opened his eyes, licking his lips at the sight of his owner's cock, still panting.

"G-go on, please..."

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aaaaaaaaye we got a tie by now. I'll obviously wait some more.

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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