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© thekaykery 2023

[12:28 PM]

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 214

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), creampie

"You're so goddamn gorgeous, you know that?" Jeongguk groans, his hands tightly gripping the headboard above you, his tattooed knuckles flushed white. His elegant features are contorted with concentration and bliss while he furiously pistons his hips forward, ramming his cock into you repeatedly, the clapping of your skin echoing through his bedroom.

You whine in response, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and denial. You never believed you were beautiful, to yourself or to others, so hearing Jeongguk say this to you is a little awkward, especially in a moment like this. It's like he can hear your thoughts, for he growls and dips down to smash his lips on yours, ferociously kissing you, his pace never faltering.

"Tell me, darling," he grunts against your mouth, his stark brows furrowed, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. "Tell me you're beautiful."

A high-pitched moan escapes you, feeling the beginnings of your high washing over you. "I-I'm beautiful!" you cry out, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. "I-I'm beautiful - Fuck!"

Jeongguk groans, burying his face into your neck, feeling you wildly convulse around him, the sensation of you cumming driving him over the edge. "That's right," he says, hissing, dumping his load deep inside you. "You're beautiful, baby, and you always will be."

© thekaykery 2021

[7:26 PM]

member: bang christopher chan

category: smut

word count: 317

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), spanking

"Damn you and these tight-ass leggings of yours," Chan groans, clutching your hips like a vice while he bucks into you from behind. Currently, you're bent over your dinner table, the one where you eat breakfast, lunch, and supper with Chan, your gray and silver leggings and panties pooled at your feet, your boyfriend behind you, railing you like no tomorrow.

You helplessly whine while you search for something to cling to, but the smooth table provides no purchase. The best thing you can do is pin yourself to it for dear life while Chan utterly destroys your pussy, which is sopping wet from his antics the moment you stepped through the front door, home from the gym. You wearing leggings is one of Chan's greatest weaknesses. He absolutely loves how the tight material hugs your gorgeous body, enunciating your waist, rounding your ass and hips, and making your legs appear absolutely delightful.

"C-Chan," you whine, lifting your slumping ass, squeaking as your action is rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

Just as you about to tip into the pool of euphoria waiting below, Chan suddenly withdraws his cock from you, leaving you empty. You pound the table with your fists in protest, glaring back at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

"The fuck?" you snap. "I was about to-"

The darkness in his eyes stops you. Your mouth slams shut, and your cheeks flush red. You're in big trouble now, and you know it. You know there's no way out of the punishment you're about to receive.

"You were about to cum, hm?" Chan echoes, leaning down and forcing your feet out of the mound of clothes beneath you. You squeak as he sweeps you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom. "Who said you were in charge of your orgasms? Looks like I need to remind you some manners."

© thekaykery 2021

[4:42 PM]

pairing: jung hoseok x gn!reader

category: fluff

word count: 205

rating: g

warning(s): none

With a heavy sigh, Hoseok enters his large apartment, one he shares with you, his loving girlfriend. While he wants you to interact with his members on a daily basis, he wants you all to himself, to spoil with affection and love without his six brothers mocking or teasing them. Hoseok shucks off his shoes and drops his bag by the door, shutting it with his foot.

He lifts his eyes, only to spot you standing a few feet away from him with a smile on your face and a cake in your hands. It's decorated with frosting and strawberries, a single candle on top of it. Hoseok meets your gaze, his shoulders slumping slightly with relief.

"Happy birthday, Hobi," you coo, giggling as he approaches and lands a passionate kiss on your lips. "I hope you're ready to be relaxed."

"Oh, most definitely," Hoseok mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Good! I have a movie with snacks prepared, and afterwards, you can take a warm bath, then a massage afterwards." He hums at the delightful ideas you've planned for him, for his birthday. "How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Hoseok whispers, lifting his head and kissing you again. "Absolutely perfect."

© thekaykery 2021

war of hormone

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: werewolf au, smut, some fluff

word count: 5.6k

warning(s): werewolf!dom!jeongguk, human!sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round

rating: 18+

notes: this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!

You've been plaguing his mind lately.

The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.

Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.

God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.

The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month – you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment – and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength.

Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.

You're his, and his only. And he is yours.

Currently, Jeongguk glares down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts – those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight – are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.

During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.

His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company – a popular one, at that – and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.

You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?

His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.

During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.

"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands.

"I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?" you ask.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment.

He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective.

He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.

At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.

"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."

His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver. He loves your fingers in his hair.

"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"

Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."

Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.

Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.

Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?

"Okay, what's wrong?"

He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry.

"Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."

Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.

"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."

You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."

Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further.

"Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.

"Fine," you reply curtly.

Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.

"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off – "

His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter.

"Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."

You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.

Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.

"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes your head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."

Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."

"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps.

He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.

His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.

Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.

"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."

You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"

He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."

He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.

Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.

While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.

Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties.

"Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.

"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."

Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.

He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.

His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.

"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum – A-Ah!"

He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."

Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.

"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no! Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum – "

"Say it again," he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now. Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick."

"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"

"Shit..." Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.

"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."

"Please," you croak.

For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.

He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.

"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.

"The biggest you've ever had?"

You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."

"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."

"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.

The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"

You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.

"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"

"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little – O-Oh..."

He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom.

"Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.

He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.

"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"

He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"

To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"

While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"

Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you wounds, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.

"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"

"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"

He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."

"Well," you whisper, minimally swiveling your hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"

He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."

© thekaykery 2021

daydream

pairing: jung hoseok x fem!reader

category: soulmate au, smut, angst, fluff(?)

word count: 12.9k

warning(s): soft dom!hoseok, sub?reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, masturbation (f), multiple orgasms, praise, light degrading, hair pulling, voyeurism(?), dirty talk, oral (m and f), handjob, spanking, choking, face riding, creampie

rating: 18+

notes: the indented words and the chat words are supposed to be text messages. anyway, i struggled a lot with writing this. anyways, enjoy reading!

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” you hiss as you follow your best friend through a cramped hallway, littered with cobwebs and dust. You wave away the webs that threaten to cling to your clothing and hair, shivering a little at the ghostly sensation. “In a fucking haunted house, no less?”

Jimin, your best friend, wildly hushes you. “Shut up! You’re gonna wake the spirits!”

Scowling, you reach forward to smack your hand against the back of his head. He yelps in reply to your retaliation, pouting at you while rubbing the spot you hit. You just shake your head at him as the two of you venture further into the eerie house. This house has a bad reputation; many people have disappeared here. Some were killed, some went in and never came out. You always avoided this place since it creeps you out to no end, but somehow, Jimin convinced you to join him, to discover what secrets lay inside.

As you step deeper into the house, both of you stay on your toes, just in case if some psycho or murderer decides to jump out and off you. You pass an array of doors, some closed tight, some open, some ripped off their hinges. Here and there you’ll see a marking etched into the wall, and every time you see one, your skin crawls.

You suddenly pause in front of one of the doors off its hinges, your eyes glued to the strange scenery inside the room.

“Hey, Jimin-ah,” you quietly say, motioning him to come with a hand, “come look at this.”

Your best friend joins you. You both peer into the room. The dusty, webby shelves are filled with random objects and full jars, and there are some candles where their melted dried wax sticks to the wood. Accompanying the weird objects are books, tons and tons of books, some new and some well-worn. Your eyes fall to the painted pentagram on the floor, a red, yellow, blue, purple, and white candle sitting on each of the five points. Markings like the ones you saw in the hallways are inside the star. The moonlight shining in through the shattered window beams perfectly on the pentagram, and to you, it seems like it’s glowing, but…not.

“Holy fuck,” Jimin murmurs with a wide, mischievous grin. He rushes into the room, eagerly examining everything with bright eyes. “We’ve got a witch in the neighborhood!”

“I-I don’t think you should be in there,” you whisper, your brave, cocky attitude from earlier now gone. You nervously search the room for any signs of danger. “We need to leave. I’m getting some serious bad vibes from this place!”

Jimin, who’s investigating a jar of what appears to be beetle shells, rolls his eyes at you. “Stop being a chicken and get your ass in here!”

Gulping, you reluctantly step inside the creepy room. Jimin places the jar of beetle shells down and goes over to the books, gazing at the spines. You cautiously approach the shelf littered with the jars and satisfyingly melted candles, hesitantly scanning the contents in the jar in front of you. It contains some kind of liquid, and something’s in it. It suddenly moves, and you squeak, scrambling away from the shelf, holding your hands to your chest.

You see Jimin whirl around in the corner of your eye, and his face is written with panic. "Uh, I think you need to get out of there!"

You glance down, screeching at the glowing pentagram, shining a brilliant gold. Erratically, you attempt to leave, but you hit an invisible wall. A lump of dread forms in your stomach.

“Jimin!” you scream.

That’s the last thing you say before darkness envelops you, and the last thing you see if your best friend sprinting towards you and yelling your name, reaching out to you.

Then there’s silence.

Absolute silence.

When you open your eyes, you notice you’re falling rather slowly. Twinkles of light sparkle all around you, and every time each one glimmers, an image appears for a fraction of a second before disappearing. You furrow your brows. Where are you? You obviously know how you got here, but you don’t know where you ended up. You twist your body slightly, realizing you appear to be floating in some kind of bubble.

A bright light suddenly appears beneath you, and once you glance down, you see it rapidly approaching it. Gasping, you throw up your arms to protect your face as the light engulfs you. Once again, darkness, but when you manage to open your eyes, you notice you’re in the same house as before, lying on the floor inside the pentagram. You scramble to your feet, anxious.

The room around you, similar to the one you were just in, is clean, void of dust and webs, and the door is set right on its hinges. The shelves are absent of the jars, candles, and books, and the pentagram you should be in is nowhere to be found. Also, it isn't nighttime anymore. Sunshine beams in through the not-broken window.

Where the fuck are you?

You gasp, suddenly scanning the room for your best friend. “Jimin?” you weakly call, hoping he’s here somewhere in the house, searching for you.

But you receive no answer.

Quietly sighing, you wearily examine the floor beneath you, waiting to see if some kind of pentagram will suddenly appear. Carefully raising a foot, you step out of where the circle should be. You stop as if you'll be smitten with some sort of repercussion, but there isn't any. A breath of relief escapes you, and you rush out of the house. You grimace after you emerge outside, holding a hand up to block the sun from your eyes.

This is when you notice the strange mark on your wrist.

Frowning, you lower your hand to examine it more closely. The realistically shaded crescent moon is part of the blank circle that creates the rest of a radiant sun, lined rays radiating outwards from it. Strangely, the sun isn’t filled in like your moon. It's blank, empty of any color or shade. This confuses you greatly.

“What?” You lick your thumb and rub at the mark, only to realize it’s not going away. “What the fu-!?”

“Y/N!”

You whip around and find Jimin, who's smiling so wide his eyes are nearly gone and waving at you. He's still your Jimin, his hair is more of a light brown than black, and he's currently wearing a black-and-white striped shirt and black jeans. Your Jimin, the one you know and love, was wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt and black jeans.

The man beside Jimin is unfamiliar, but he's extremely handsome. His dark brown, curly hair sways gently in the breeze and hangs in his serious eyes. His face is sculpted like a Greek statue, so much your thighs unconsciously squeeze together, wishing you could ride it. A black coat sits on his shoulders, his hands in the pockets, and a gray turtleneck sits beneath it. Black jeans cover his long legs.

Despite the strange guy next to Jimin, seeing your best friend gives you some form of relief.

"Jimin," you say, running to him and throwing your arms around his neck. He softly chuckles and pats your back. "You're okay, thank goodness."

"What do you mean?" he asks. "I'm completely fine."

You pause, remembering this isn't necessarily your Jimin. "N-Nevermind." You break away and cross your eyes, eyeing the stranger beside him, and you unconsciously size him up. "Who's this guy?"

"Oh, this?" Jimin widely grins. "This is Taehyung. Turns out he's my best friend soulmate!"

You frown a little. He...replaced you. Well, kind of. "Soulmate?" you echo.

"Yeah, my soulmate!" He giggles. He slings an arm over your shoulder and brings you close, affectionately smooching your temple. "But that doesn't mean I care about you any less, Y/N. I still adore you the same as I did before, don't you worry!"

You don't reply as you walk with Jimin and his newfound best friend Taehyung. Unconsciously, you rub the spot where the moon/sun mark is, suddenly feeling anxious and alone. Where are you? You're not in your world, you know this, but you seem to have ended up in a place where soulmates actually exist. You've only read such concepts in fanfictions or books or seen them in movies, but you never thought you'd end up being the main character in such a story.

Do you have a soulmate too? Or is this mark a hoax, just to trick you into thinking you have one when you really don't?

God, this feels like a daydream.

"Hey, Jimin?" you say, biting your lip. He hums. "Do you know what this means?"

You raise your arm to show Jimin the sun and moon on your forearm. He stops and gazes at it for a moment. Taehyung stands beside him, examining it too. Silence falls between you, the only sound the gentle breeze until Jimin speaks.

"That's weird," he mumbles, grasping your arm to look at it more closely. "You didn't have this the last time I saw you."

You freeze. Have you been caught? Does this Jimin know you're from a completely different world than his, that you don't belong here? You glance at Taehyung, who emotionlessly stares at you. "W-What do you mean?" you stutter, looking back at Jimin.

"I mean what I said." He raises his eyes to yours. "The last time I saw you, you didn't have this tattoo. You told me you were born without a soulmate, but..." He glances at the mark again. "It seems you lied. Why did you lie to me, Y/N?"

What are you supposed to say now? "I-I don't know," you mumble, looking away, hoping your panic isn't blatantly written all over your face. "I guess I never really believed in soulmates."

"Why the sudden change of heart, then?" he presses. "How did you manage to hide this?" You grimace as his grip tightens on your wrist.

"Makeup, I guess?"

"Jimin-ah." Taehyung's voice is deep, smooth and rich like honey. He reaches out and removes Jimin's hand, gazing down at him with a serious expression. "Let it go. She's obviously uncomfortable.

You peek at Taehyung, noticing his dark eyes on you for a second before they flicker back to Jimin. Jimin sighs. "Come on, it's getting dark out."

He reaches out to you, twining your fingers together, silently apologizing for his actions. You stick close to him and Taehyung as they walk you home, knowing they'll protect you. You soon arrive at your apartment; it's still the same building, the same layout. Everything is where it should be. Except for you. You're the only thing out of place in this strange world.

"Thank you for walking me home," you say to Jimin and Taehyung, bowing in thanks.

Jimin smiles and embraces you for a moment. "Sleep well, okay?" he tells you, tenderly patting your cheek before leaving with Taehyung.

You wave, watching them descend the stairs until they're out of sight. Closing the door, you venture into your apartment. You find your bedroom and flick on the light, raking a moment to examine it. It's the same as you left it. Where did this version of you go? Did you switch places? Or did you ultimately replace yourself, and the you that lived here is gone?

Sighing and dismissing your troubling thoughts, you change into a sweatshirt and some leggings, brushing your hair out of your face. You then lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering why you ended up here in this universe where soulmates exist. What is Jimin doing back home? Is he trying to bring you back? Or has your existence been entirely wiped clean in that universe?

Deciding laying in bed and thinking isn't going to do much, you leave your room to explore your apartment. You discover everything is the same just like your own apartment; pots and pans are in the same place and organized the same way, including the plates, cups and silverware. It seems the you here had the same exact mannerisms and habits as you do.

Your heart suddenly jumps, and you find yourself racing back to your room, falling to your knees beside your bed and lowering your face to the ground, frantically searching the darkness underneath for something. Your shoulders slump with relief, glad to see the box containing all your toys is in the place where you left it. Nibbling on your lip, you slide it out and remove the top. All your toys - dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, cuffs - beam up at you, like they're saying they're happy to see you again.

You remember the day you bought your first toy. It was a dildo, realistically flesh-colored and shaped, ridged with veins and topped with a perfect tip. Excluding the fake balls, it's five inches long. You still have it, but you rarely use it now, opting for your longer and thicker dildos. You remember how to tried to keep yourself quiet while you drilled and rode your toys to completion, your thighs sticky with your own sweat and cum.

Gazing at them brings your attention to your aching center. You bite your lip. Well, you are alone, and no one is going to see you riding your dildo like a maniac, crying and bouncing away mindlessly. Sighing, you grab your eight-inch clear and thick dildo and a white handheld vibrator, closing the box and sliding it back under your bed. You stand and lie down, placing your toys beside you.

Sucking in a breath, you lift your hands to your chest, tenderly kneading and squeezing your breasts through your sweatshirt. You softly exhale, your nipples tingling from the simple stimulation. You drift a hand down to your thigh, then slowly snake it between your legs to cup your center through your leggings. You quietly whine, rubbing yourself through your bottoms and panties, your clit beginning to throb.

Too eagerly, you peel off your clothes and abandon them on the floor. You spread your legs, shivering as the cool air of you room rushes against your soaked pussy. Your hands return to your bare breasts, squeezing them a bit more harshly. You focus on your nipples, lightly pinching and circling the buds with your fingertips. You whine, abusing the nubs a bit more roughly, the sting transforming into pleasure that shoots straight down your spine to your cunt. You bring a digit to your mouth and suckle on it, then rub your nipples, hissing softly as they buzz.

Your hands ghost back to your thighs, and you gaze at the spot between your legs, feeling your cunt ache for some kind of stimulation. Teasingly, you locate your clit with your fingertip. You gently whimper when waves of pleasure roll over you each time to draw a circle. You curse, your eyes flickering to your dildo and vibrator beside you.

"Not yet," you whisper, rubbing harder at your clit, moaning, your other hand squeezing one of your breasts. "Fuck..."

Your juices flow out of you like a river, your cunt aching to be stuffed full. Panting, you snatch the dildo beside you and drag it through your soaked folds, gently moaning. You align the tip with your entrance, and your head falls back on the pillow in bliss while the long, thick cock fills you up, sliding in with no difficulty. Once it's sheathed to the hilt, you clench around it for a few moments before slowly thrusting it in and out of you, shivering as the dildo perfectly rubs along your needy walls.

This tempo is quickly replaced by your desperation. "Ngh!" you whine, arching your back while you drill the dildo in and out of you, your innocent noises leaving you, mixing with the squelching of your pussy echoing through your room. Furrowing your brows in concentration, ignoring the ache in your wrist, you slam the toy deep inside you, so fucking needy to cum. Your eyes momentarily catch the mysterious tattoo on your wrist, and you pause. What's your soulmate doing right now? You blush. You'd die of embarrassment if your soulmate caught you fucking yourself like this.

But strangely, the thought turns you on.

You resume your pace, whimpering and mewling. "Fuck, I wanna cum!" you squeak. Now unable to ignore the building cramp in your wrist, you hurriedly suction the dildo to your hardwood floor, sliding it back inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you easily adopt a good pace. You use the space in front of you for support, your moans streaming out of you uncontrollably. Fuck, you love riding your dildos so much. It feels better than manually thrusting it in and out of you, plus you feel extremely sexy.

Mewling, you furiously bounce, your mind subconsciously imagining one of your crushes beneath you, his long, thick cock buried deep inside you, his face twitching and morphing with bliss at your warmth around him. You whine, the naughty image causing your cunt to spasm around the fake dick. You don't know how long you're there, mindlessly riding your toy nice and fast. Your high is approaching, you can feel it. Your clit throbs for attention, and you're unable to contain yourself. You snatch your vibrator, powering it in and firmly holding it to your sensitive bud of nerves, gasping, your hips violently trembling.

In a few short seconds, you cum, and a high-pitched moan leaves your lips. You jolt and twitch on top of your dildo, your pussy uncontrollably clamping around it, your clit screaming with relief and oversensitivity. You can't take the vibrations anymore, tearing the vibrator away and shutting it off. You slump on the floor, a high expression on your face, a dreamy smile on your lips.

You love cumming so much, love the addicting sensation it gives you, and how delicious it is to cum more than once.

The thought makes you become wet again, and you sigh. Cautiously, you lift yourself on and off the faux cock again, your lips parting, clenching around it each time you slide up. You clutch the vibrator as you speed up, whimpering and panting like a bitch in heat. Fuck, you can't get enough of this, can't get enough of the numbing pleasure, the sensation of dildo deliciously gliding through your greedy cunt.

"Fuck," you mewl, lying your forehead on the furrowing your brows as you focus on the blissful feeling between your legs. "Fuck, need to cum again-"

Your phone blares, and you whine in frustration. Huffing, you pop off the dildo to grab your phone, checking the ID. It's Jimin. Rolling your eyes, you answer. "Yes?"

"Hi!" he chimes as you align the toy with your entrance, biting your lip when you sink down on it once more. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out drinking with me and Tae tonight!"

Of course he fucking calls to ask if you want to drink with him as you're fucking yourself, searching for the second high you desperately need. You circle your hips slightly, softly exhaling, completely forgetting to reply until he asks if you're there.

"O-Oh. yeah, um," you stammer, your cheeks flushing, "uh, sure, I'll join you guys later. What time are you picking me up?"

Jimin hums. "Around seven?"

"Sure, sure." You glance at the clock. It's almost two. You have five hours. "See you later."

He repeats your phrase, and you hang up and chuck your phone on the bed. You bring your vibrator to your clit after you power it on, resuming sliding on and off your dildo, your noises escaping you once more. Your second orgasm swiftly hits you, sweat beading on your brow as you slump on the floor again. You lie there for a few minutes, debating if you should stop or continue for a third high, but the former wins, supported by your aching thighs and sensitive clit.

You shakily lift yourself off your fake cock, shivering when your pussy is emptied and no longer stuffed full. You rise to your feet and shuffle to your bathroom, rinsing your toys with a warm, damp cloth, gently cleaning them and your center. Afterwards, you tug on a fresh pair of panties, then your leggings and your sweatshirt. Sniffing, you safely place the dildo and the vibrator back in the box before leaving your room, your phone in hand. You plop down on the couch, your sleeve coincidentally riding up and revealing your mark. You take this chance to examine it more closely.

The crescent moon is realistically shaded, shadowed craters and highlighted, cracked surfaces, resembling its physical counterpart. It's part of the lined sun, which is blank and not detailed, no texture at all. Lines radiate outwards from it to symbolize it's shining. You wonder if your soulmate's tattoo is like yours, but instead of the moon, the sun is beautifully drawn with its highlights and shadows, and their moon is blank like your sun. You lift a finger to trace the mark, and as you do so, your skin feels warm.

Almost too much.

You hiss and jerk your hand away, now staring at your glowing tattoo, the lineart of your sun shining brightly. It burns a bit, but the sensation is replaced with something else. Something like... You shudder, unable to pinpoint this exact emotion. What is it? It's so warm and fuzzy, which is something you're not used to. You're more of a night person, so you get along well with the darkness and the cold.

Is your soulmate experiencing this too? Are they thinking of you? What about you? What you're like? How you look?

Wait, why do you care about what your soulmate is thinking right now? They aren't even rightfully yours. They belong to the version of you who was born and raised in this universe where soulmates exist. You furiously shake your head and hug yourself to hide your tattoo, your face flushed. You gaze at the space in front of you, your mind completely blank of thought.

When you check the clock, only an hour has passed. Inwardly groaning, you lie on your back to stare up at the ceiling, your hands on your stomach. You stay there for a few moments, debating if you should do something productive until you need to get ready. You stand with a sigh and shuffle to the kitchen, scanning, noticing how this version of you is also lazy with the dishes. Shrugging, you get to work, washing them by hand instead of stacking them in the dishwasher.

Afterwards, you enter a cleaning frenzy. It's a good way to spend time, especially when you're impatient and can't do one task for too long. Occasionally you take a break and drink water, not wanting to exhaust yourself, and before you know it, it's five thirty. You're sweaty and tired, but you refresh yourself with a shower.

You slip on a form-fitting silver dress, sliding on a pair of white sandals with it. You despise heels because you can't walk worth a shit in them. You sit in front of your vanity and meticulously apply makeup to your face, being sure to apply moisturizer and some serum beneath your primer and foundation. You apply it lightly so it looks natural, dotting some concealer and padding some powder on your face. You do your eyes while you bake, going with gentle pink shadow and mascara.

It's soon a quarter to seven. You anxiously pace in your living room, messing with your clutch. Why are you so nervous? You jolt when the doorbell rings, and you scurry over and swing the door open.

Jimin stands in front of you with a large smile on his face. He's dressed handsome in a black button-up and slate dress pants. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the watch on his right wrist. Your attention us drawn to the rings on his fingers, and for the first time, you feel yourself slightly attracted towards your best friend. Behind him, Taehyung is entirely in black; black turtleneck, black sweater, black jeans and shoes. His hair is the same from earlier, and from what you can tell, it's a little curly.

"You ready?" Jimin asks. "Oh, I hope you don't mind that I invited some other friends as well. They're already there."

You shake your head, stepping out of your apartment and locking it. "No, that's fine. Where are we going? Restaurant? Bar?"

"A bar," he replies. He holds his arm out to you, and you place your hand in the crook of his elbow. He briefly glances at your mark, which is somewhat covered by foundation and concealer, but he doesn't say anything. He walks with you and Taehyung out to his car, which is the exact same one as your Jimin's car.

Everything of this Jimin reminds you of your own. You hope he's doing alright.

Jimin kicks Taehyung to the backseat so you can sit beside him, and he doesn't complain. Jimin drives the three of you to a bar, a popular one amongst young adults. The loud music vibrates through the ground as you step out, shivering a bit at how chilly it is. With both men on either side of you, you enter, and the scent of alcohol and tobacco instantly slams into you. You cough a bit, not used to smelling such a strong smell. You go to the VIP section, and your heart beats as you approach a booth with five guys and two girls.

You know all five men: Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jeongguk, and...Hoseok. All eight of you were friends back in your world, and being with them like this hurts you a little. Has Jimin told them what happened to you? Are they all trying to bring you back to them? Or are they doing nothing or have completely forgotten about you?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk greets with a smile, cradling a pretty girl in his arms. You've never seen her before, but she's young, younger than you. Eighteen, maybe, and definitely American. "About time you got here!"

"Hey, thanks for inviting us," Namjoon says with a smile, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, lifting it to Jimin.

Jimin waves them off, sitting beside Yoongi, who's tapping away on his phone. You join Jimin, and Taehyung finds his place on your right.

Discreetly, you scan the faces around you. Everyone's the same, but a few of them have different hair colors. Jeongguk is brunette while your Jeongguk is blonde, and Yoongi is blonde while your Yoongi has black hair.

Your eyes find Hoseok, and the instant you do, time slows or almost stops completely. It's just the two of you in this moment, gazing at each other. He's exactly like the Hoseok back in your universe, exuding his cheery and powerful aura, and your heart thunders in your chest. Your attention drops to his wrist, but you discover both of them are covered by the sleeves of his red jacket. Why you instinctively looked there, you don't know.

Because he's your soulmate, a voice says in the back of your head, but you deny it. There's no way.

No way...Right?

Back in your dimension, you suppose you should say, you harbored a crush on Hoseok. He's perfect, so adorable and such a great guy. You adored how fluffy his hair was, and how his eyes sparkled whenever he was excited, and the bright grin that always had butterflies erupt in your stomach. He danced, too, and the way he did so captivated you. You envied him a little too, wishing you could dance like that, but you never thought your crush would bleed into this universe. Did this you like Hoseok too? Or is it only just you?

"Hi, Y/N." His voice snaps you out of your trance. It's just as melodious too. You weakly smile and reply with the same thing.

"What are you craving tonight, Y/N?" Jimin asks you, slinging an arm on your shoulders and bringing you into his side. You linger on Hoseok before you look at Jimin.

"Beer," you answer, "or maybe some strong tequila or whiskey."

Jimin nods and goes to the bar to order your drinks. You feel the weight of someone's gaze on you, and when you check, it's just Taehyung, but the look in his eyes... It's a little scary.

"You're not from here, are you?" he quietly questions.

You frown. "I was born and raised here," you mumble, shaking your head and looking away.

"That's not what I meant," he murmurs. "You're not from this dimension, are you?"

Your eyes widen, and your pulse quickens. How...? You glance at him again, noticing his features haven't changed at all. "H-How do you know?"

"I'm from your dimension, too," he quietly explains, watching the rest of his friends laugh over a dumb joke. "The pentagram in the haunted house. That's how you got here too, right? And how my existence was entirely wiped? Like I was never even born?"

You stare at him. Your mind is unable to comprehend what you're hearing, but memories are being stirred up. You try to imagine Taehyung, the one back in your dimension, but he disappeared a few months ago, in the fucking haunted house no less. He came here the exact same way you did. Your eyes sting with tears. This is the missing Taehyung.

"T-Tae," you whisper weakly.

Taehyung's serious facade drops for a moment, and he tenderly smiles at you. "Hi, Y/N," he says softly, reaching out and tapping your nose. You breathlessly laugh at his action. Yeah, it's definitely him.

You sniff and wipe your nose, carefully dabbing your eyes with a finger. "Does anyone else know?"

He shakes his head. "No, just you, but I have a feeling there are others from our dimension here as well."

You frown again. "That's not good... Have you figured out a way to get back home yet?"

Taehyung purses his lips. "There isn't a way. We're stuck here."

Your heart nearly shatters right then and there at this news. You'll never see Jimin and the rest of the boys again. It'll just be you and Taehyung from now on. He knows what you're feeling, and you know the same. You both miss your home. You reach out and tightly clutch his hand, and he squeezes it to comfort you.

"What are we talkin' about?" Jimin chimes, plopping back down beside you, handing you your beer and Taehyung a cola. You don't question it. Taehyung never liked alcohol.

"Nothing," you mumble, swallowing your sorrow with your beer. "Nothing at all."

You faceplant on your bed, inwardly groaning while your soft mattress engulfs you and swaddles you with its cloudlike embrace. Your head pounds like someone's beating it with a sledgehammer, and your stomach is twisting. Sluggishly, you roll on your back and sit up, bending down and shucking off your sandals. Your dress soon joins them, and the cool air of your room surrounds your naked body. You lie down again, raising your arms above your head and pointing your toes, stretching.

After a few moments, you shuffle to the bathroom, wiping your face free of makeup. You brush your teeth and pad back to your bed, slipping in beneath the covers and curling up in a small ball. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

When you wake the next morning, you can't recall your dream, but you know it must've been a heated one, since your cunt is wet. You briefly squeeze your thighs together, wondering if you should touch yourself or ignore it. The former wins. You reach down between your legs to drag a digit through your folds, and you bite your lip to contain a whine at how soaked you are.

Must've been a really good dream.

You toss off the sheets and bend over the edge of the bed, sliding out your box of toys, removing the top and grabbing your favorite dildo. You twist on your stomach and position your ass high up in the air, exposing your sopping pussy to the chilly air of your room. You glide the fake cock along your lower lips, and you’re quick to align the tip with your entrance, and once more, it enters you with no difficulty.

Dazedly, you pump the dildo in and out of you, soft whimpers and moans slipping out of you. Fuck, it always feels good, so damn good. You quicken your pace, the sound of your slick ringing through the room, harmonizing with your noises. Suddenly, your brain conjures Hoseok, looking the exact same as he did last night, his gorgeous body on display for you to see, his long, delicate fingers clutching your hips like a vice while his hips piston in and out of you like a beautifully oiled machine.

A high-pitched mewl leaves you at this naughty fantasy, and your hand goes the fastest it can, the dirty thought of Hoseok absolutely fucking the shit out of you extremely hot. Your other hand joins the fray, furiously rubbing circles on your aching clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” you can almost hear him say in your ear. “Me fucking you like the filthy whore you are, hm?”

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, your moans strained as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck, Hoseok!”

You squeal and rip out the cock out of you, a waterfall of juices swiftly following, spraying your thighs and your bedsheets in wetness. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re in heaven. You’ve never cum so quickly before, or this hard, and it’s slightly scary how your crush made you do so.

You slump on your bed for a moment, ignoring the growing uncomfortable sensation of your damp sheets to simply lie there and enjoy the aftershocks of your high. After a few minutes, you sluggishly leave your bed to go to your bathroom, briefly showering and leaving with a towel wrapped around your body. You dry off and dress into a shirt and sweatpants, tucking your phone into your pocket. You strip your bed and place on fresh sheets, neatly setting your pillows near your headboard. You decide to straighten your room too, opening the curtains and blinds and letting the sunshine in.

You stand there for a moment, letting the sun kiss you. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth and heat. Although you like the night, you love the day, love how happy you feel in the sun.

Then you leave your bedroom to go to your kitchen, preparing yourself a cup of coffee and sitting on your couch. You turn on Netflix and search through the shows and movies, trying to decide on one. You eventually choose Avatar: The Last Airbender, sipping on your coffee as the first episode starts.

Before you know it, you’ve blown through almost twenty episodes, and when you glance at the clock, it’s almost five in the evening. “Fuck,” you grumble, checking your mug and seeing it’s been empty this entire time. Mumbling to yourself, you go back to the kitchen and place the mug in the sink, opening the fridge. After deciding nothing looks delectable, you plop back on the couch and order some takeout. It arrives in about twenty minutes, and you munch on your food. In the middle of a bite, your phone dings.

From: Chim

Yo, you eating?

You roll your eyes at his question, quickly typing back yes.

From: Chim

Damn, I wanted to eat some takeout with you

To: Chim

That's what I ordered dumbass

From: Chim

I'm coming over!

Shaking your head, you keep eating your food, munching on some kimchi when your front door opens and closes. You check to see Jimin joining you, grabbing the second pair of chopsticks and breaking them.

"Looks yummy," he chimes, slurping a bit of tteokbokki. "So, did you have fun last night?"

"I barely remember shit other than drinking until I threw up," you mumble.

You lied. You do remember everything: the chat you had with Taehyung and how you discovered he's your missing Tae, and how your stomach twisted into knots at the sight of Hoseok, but that's probably because you have a crush on him. Not because he's your soulmate.

Yet you still remember the way Hoseok stared at you last night, like he wanted to talk to you about something but was too afraid to say it. So were you, since you were worried you'd say something stupid and he'll realize you'll never be in his league and embarrass you to no end, but you know Hoseok isn't like that at all.

"Yeah, you threw up on the sidewalk the instant we left," Jimin teases, shoving a triangle kimbap into his mouth.

You wince at his words. What did Hoseok think of you when it happened? You stiffen. Wait, why are you so concerned of what his opinion about you? He's just a friend!

"You laughed, didn't you?" you ask him, eating some beef tartare as he nods. You roll your eyes. "Of course you did."

"Hoseok walked you home, though." This makes you pause. You glance at him. "He texted me after he dropped you off, saying he left after you were inside. What? Why do you look so surprised?"

"I-I didn't think he'd walk me home," you mumble, now picking at your food. "I thought he'd let you or Taehyung drive me home."

"No, Taehyung told me I was too wasted, and he didn't want to drive you back since it was too far away even though you live, like, five minutes from that bar."

You purse your lips. You internally curse Taehyung but also thank him for giving Hoseok the opportunity of walking you home. You momentarily wonder if you said anything you shouldn't have, if it wasn't too gruesome or vulgar, like how you wished he could fuck you nice and hard. Heat fills your cheeks.

"Well, next time you see Hoseok, thank him for me," you say.

Jimin quirks a brow at you. "Don't you have his number?"

You think for a moment, then shyly nod. After Jimin leaves, you clean up your mess and return to the couch. You enter your messages, seeing you already have a conversation with him. You tap it, then stop, wondering what the fuck you're supposed to write. Sucking in a breath, you slowly conjure your text.

To: Hobi

Hey...

Thank you for walking me home last night. That was nice of you.

You reread your message, and you shake your head, deleting and retyping it.

To: Hobi

Thanks for walking me home last night

I appreciate it

You press send, then you wait, staring at the screen for his reply like a creep. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you jump the instant you see the bubble with three dots appear. He's responding to you.

From: Hobi

No need to thank me, I didn't want you going home by yourself

Also... do you remember anything you said last night?

Fuck, you did say something incredibly stupid, didn't you? You momentarily chuck your phone away from you to contain your composure and sanity before you text back.

To: Hobi

No I don't...

What did I say?

From: Hobi

It's nothing. Dw about it ok?

You bite your lip.

To: Hobi

No srsly what did I say?

It wasn't stupid right? And it didn't make you uncomfortable?

You're waiting for his reply again, but a minute passes. Then a second, and a third. Ten minutes fly by, and you receive no message. You heavily sigh. You lock your phone and toss it beside you, bringing your knees to your chest. You try to remember last night, remember the sensation of Hoseok's arms around you while he escorts you home. Did he laugh at any stupid shit you said?

But what did you say to make him like this?

You blush. You sincerely hope you hadn't confessed your feelings to him because that would certainly make the air between you awkward as fuck, but from what you can tell, that wasn't it. Did you make a remark on a sensitive topic? Did you insult him? Did you say something so blasphemous he doesn't even want to speak to you?

Your phone chimes. It's from Hoseok. Your heart thumps as you tap on the message.

From: Hobi

It's nothing alright? Dw about it

Your shoulders slump. You expected an actual answer. You frown a little, wondering if what you said is bothering him.

To: Hobi

Ok...

Sighing, you continue watching your show, joining Aang, Katara, and Sokka on their adventures, and when you go to bed, it's almost one in the morning. This time, you do remember your dream. The sensation of Hoseok's hands gripping your hips as he ferociously bucks into you, his toned body shining with perspiration, his brows knitted together. You submitted to him, allowing him to use your body however he pleased.

You wake up late for work, so you don't have time to fix the problem between your legs. You rush to the cafe, breaking almost every law possible, and you're surprised you weren't pulled over by the time you burst inside, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry!" you say, bowing repeatedly to your coworker behind the counter, feeling incredibly guilty for leaving her alone for so long.

"It's okay!" Yunah waves you off with a smile. She's a nice girl, almost nineteen with the most beautiful black hair and shining brown eyes. "It's been pretty slow this morning. You can start warming up the donuts and muffins if you want!"

Glad your coworker isn't infuriated with you, you nod and shove your things inside a locker before going to the display case. You search it for items to warm up in the oven. You choose two blueberry muffins, two chocolate-chip muffins, two poppy seed muffins, two cinnamon rolls, four glazed donuts, four croissants, and two chocolate long johns. You bring them to the oven and warm them up according to the written times, placing the heated treats on the hot rack near the register.

You turn to go grab the cinnamon rolls from the oven, but you nearly run into Hoseok, nearly smashing your face in his chest. You squeak and scramble away, your cheeks red as a rose. You instantly bow and apologize for being so clumsy. Then you reluctantly look up at him.

His eyes are the first thing you notice, two smoldering embers hiding his emotions. His pleasant grin fades a little, and his grip on his things tighten. You swallow, thinking of yesterday, remembering how guarded he was while he texted you. It looks like it'll be like that too whenever you see him in person now.

Seriously, what did you say?

"Good morning," you mumble, bowing your head and stepping around him, shuffling to the oven out of sight. You gaze at the food warming up inside while Yunah assists Hoseok with his items. He laughs brightly at something your coworker says, and you bite you lip. You wish he acted like that around you instead of being so awkward.

You blush deepens, and you lightly smack yourself for thinking such things. You shouldn't care how Hoseok acts with other people versus how he is with you. You're just friends, and friends occasionally have differences they need to settle. This is nothing to overthink about, but this problem will be bugging you until you finally talk it out.

"Bye!" Yunah chimes, waving to Hoseok as he leaves. He doesn't spare you a glance. He almost seemed eager to get out. Your heart aches while you place the cinnamon rolls on the hot rack. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

You glance at Yunah to see her gazing at you with concern. You silently nod your head and continue working. The entire day passes quicker than you'd like, and as your shift ends, you swiftly create a list for the evening shift, wanting to make sure they get the requirements done before closing the shop later. You place the list on the counter, clock out, then leave. The drive home is slow, unfortunately, but you're not in any hurry.

When you're at home, you shuck off your shoes and drop your keys and wallet on the small table near the door. You shuffle over to your couch and lie down on it with a grunt. Aftering staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, you unlock your phone to text Hoseok, biting your lip.

To: Hobi

We need to talk...

Ik things are really awkward between us rn but I can't stop thinking about what I said to you when I was wasted

Can we meet up and talk?

Please?

You press send and reread your messages, wondering if you sound too desperate. You really want to mend things between you. Even though he's your crush, he's also your friend, and friends come first. Your breath hitches when you see him typing, anxiously awaiting his response.

Your heart falls once you receive it.

From: Hobi

Sorry but I don't have time to talk to you rn

My friends and I are setting up our mini festival for the eclipse later this week

Nibbling on the inside of your lip, you type out a response before you even think about it.

To: Hobi

I can come and help set up?

You wait, your leg bouncing, your heart racing as the three little dots appear again.

From: Hobi

Sure

You can ask Jimin for a ride, he's helping us too

To: Hobi

Ok

See you then

From: Hobi

Yeah

A breath of relief leaves you. Thank goodness, you'll finally be able to talk and clear things up between you. You take a few minutes to reread your conversation, frowning a little at the mention of the festival later this week. Do eclipses happen in the spring? Maybe they do in this universe, but definitely not yours. Well, maybe.

You dismiss those thoughts for now. There's not enough time to completely go over the existence of universal events and when they take place in different dimensions, right?

No, definitely not.

Three days later, Jimin's driving you to Hoseok's house, and you stare out the window while he laughs and jokes with the rest of your friends. You don't recognize many of them, the exceptions being Taehyung and Jeongguk. You stay quiet, trying to keep the butterflies in your stomach from leaking to your face. This is the first time you'll be seeing and speaking to Hoseok in almost three days. Has he been worrying about your meeting too? Or is it just you?

Even though the festival starts in four hours, there are still lots of people here at Hoseok's house. You can only describe it as a mansion. It's huge, but charming and rustic, large, beautiful trees and bushes surrounding the building. You're sure the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside. You step out of Jimin's car with a plastic bag in hand, containing your party dress and shoes for later. You follow Jimin and his friends inside the gate. You stop. The yard has transformed into a fair, excluding the rides. Oh, wait, nevermind, you can see a carousel nearby.

"Jiminie!"

Hoseok approaches your group, his smile bright. You watch him casually hug everyone, and when he's in front of you, his excitement dims a little, but you still grin at him a bit.

"Hi," you softly say.

"Hi," he murmurs in reply, his eyes momentarily flickering over your face. Then, reluctantly, Hoseok hugs you, holding you for a few seconds before letting go.

Holy fuck, those were the best few seconds of your life.

He must be wearing a cologne because he smells so sweet and masculine at the same time, and feeling his lean, muscular body close to yours for just those few seconds fuels your fluffy and your naughty fantasies at the same time. You attempt to calm your racing heart while you follow him, Jimin, and the rest of his friends to the booths you'll be operating. One is a bottle-toss game - one you're absolutely horrible at since you can't get a fucking ring around the neck of a bottle. The second is a pop a certain number of balloons for a certain prize, and the next is a snack booth.

"Hey, Y/N?" Hoseok places a hand on your shoulder, and you face him, wondering what he wants or needs. "Can you come with me for a second?"

Your heart forms a lump in your throat, and you wordlessly nod. You trail behind Hoseok as he leads you away from Jimin and his friends towards his house. He opens the door and gestures for you to enter, and you do, pausing to marvel at how beautiful his home is. Everything is so elegant and...expensive, but your favorite thing is the chandelier hanging in the family room. Yet you unconsciously keep your hands to yourself, not wishing to taint anything with your middle-class touch.

"I need you to carry these trays of food and drinks out to the food stands," Hoseok instructs while he guides you to the kitchen. Dread settles in your stomach. He must've seen your worried expression, laughing. "Don't worry, I'll be helping you. You aren't doing this by yourself!"

You blink at his surprising words, gazing up at Hoseok with wide eyes. He sweetly grins down at you. All you can see is kindness. You nod, and with trembling hands, you lift a tray full of food, using the written number on the sticky note to bring it to the correct booth. You're unsure how long you do this for, but when you're done, it's almost an hour before the festival. Apparently handing out food is very time-consuming.

"Thank you again," Hoseok says. "Nobody else wanted to help me, and I certainly didn't want to do it by myself." He awkwardly chuckles.

You frown. "Why not?"

He shrugs. "No clue, to be honest. Everyone thinks I'm scary since I'm friends with Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Jeongguk. They think we're some sort of secret underground organization, but that's a lie. We're just a ragtag group of friends who are really close and can't be separated."

You know. All seven of them were just as close back in your universe, and you were part of it. You endlessly laughed and joked around with them, doing stupid shit and living life to the fullest. You suddenly find you miss them, miss the group of friends you loved and adored, the one that made you laugh and cry over nothing. Now...

Now they seem like some far off dream, like they never existed.

You hadn't realized you were crying until Hoseok's thumb wipes your cheek. You lean into his touch slightly, sniffling and rubbing your eyes. You're crying in front of your crush. Damn it.

"Why are you crying?" he asks, frowning. "Did I say something wrong?"

You shake your head. "No, I just thought of something sad, that's all."

You meet his gaze, seeing his concern in his eyes, but he nods, promptly dropping the subject. You're thankful for it. After a moment, you go find a bathroom and change into your outfit: a long-sleeved golden dress, the hem falling to your mid-thigh, and a pair of matching sandals. You apply some mascara and some lipstick, then tuck your things into an empty drawer, hoping they'll be safe. You exit Hoseok's home and back into the yard, seeing more people flooding in through the gates.

Suddenly, the mark on your arm burns, just like last time, and you hiss, clapping a hand on top of it. You quietly curse and lift your sleeve to see what's wrong. You pause, noticing the blank sun has begun filling with a golden color, the same as your dress. You frown, really confused. What the fuck is happening?

You spot Hoseok in the crowd, and he too rubs his arm, strangely in the same spot as your mark. Your frown deepens, and you shake your head. No, he can't. There's no way Hoseok is your soulmate.

But maybe...just maybe... 

You shake your head again, replacing your sleeve and begin walking around, exploring the booths and games, trying your hand at a few of them, since none of the booths require some sort of ticket or token. You lose at all of them because you're extremely unlucky, but you don't walk away sour. You stop at a food booth to buy some takoyaki on a stick before continuing. You munch away while people scream and shout in answer when they miss their chance at winning a prize.

It's rather hilarious, to be honest.

"Having fun?"

Hoseok has joined you, and he looks exquisite in his white button-up and black dress jeans. You blush and nod, nibbling on your takoyaki.

"That's good." An awkward pause settles between you for a moment. "Do you want to talk now?"

You nod again. He leads you back inside his mansion, guiding you up the stairs and to the left down the hallway. He stops for a moment to open a door, and he steps in first, leaving it open for you. You enter. Everything inside reminds him of you; the shoes, the clothing, the figurines, the music tracks and posters on the walls, his computer desk and his bed. Everything is him, and you love it.

Hoseok sits on the foot of his bed, patting the space beside him. You join him, keeping a respectable distance, your fingers fidgeting with your dress. You awkwardly sit there for a moment before he speaks.

"So," he says, clearing his throat, "about the night I took you home..."

"Yeah," you murmur, biting your lip. You suck in a breath before looking at Hoseok. "Listen, I...I want to apologize for whatever I said to you that made you..." You hesitate, searching for the right words.

"Avoid you?" Hoseok finishes with a little smile.

You reluctantly nod. "Yeah."

Silence falls again, but it isn't so awkward this time. The air between you is strangely tense. You can almost feel the electricity crackling between you, begging to be released, pleasing for you to caress each other until dawn. You glance at Hoseok, finding him staring at his feet.

"What did I say?" you quietly ask. "Please tell me."

Hoseok doesn't reply for a moment. "We were about halfway to your apartment," he starts, his voice low. "You were stumbling and leaning against me while I kept you upright, smiling and giggling at nothing. You occasionally mumbled nonsense, but..." He pauses. "But then you started talking. You asked if I'm attracted to you, and if I've ever thought about fucking the shit out of you because that's one of your deepest desires. To be fucked silly by me until all you can think of is me and my cock."

You balk at his words. You had a gut feeling whatever you said would be absolutely horrendous, but this is worse than you imagined.

"I-I'm so sorry!" you squeak, your cheeks flushed red with shame and embarrassment, your eyes shining in the dim glow of the lights from outside. "I-I didn't mean any of it. I-I was really drunk, wasted actually, s-so don't take it-!"

You shut up when Hoseok's eyes meet yours. They're dark with lust, his desire for you very evident in the deep, brown eyes you could get lost in forever. You sit there, staring at each other, the spark between you buzzing powerfully like lightning. You swallow what you were going to say, your hands bunching the skirt of your dress.

"Tell me, Y/N," he murmurs, slowly shifting closer to you. Your heart thunders in your chest when his succulent scent surrounds you again. "Do you think of me like that when you're sober?"

You don't reply.

"Do you think of me like that whenever you can?"

You stay silent.

As if disappointed by your lack of response, Hoseok clicks his tongue. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in close, his face now centimeters from yours, his lips a hair away from your own. You tremble at the close proximity between you, your pulse quickening like crazy, your cunt throbbing at the way he's acting. God, it's hot, so fucking hot, and he's hot. Everything in here is hot.

"Do you like to imagine me fucking you while you touch yourself?" Hoseok whispers. You softly gasp. "Do you imagine your dildos as my cock, rocking in and out of you until you're cumming like the naughty slut you are?"

You stare at him, your wide eyes flickering between his. Before you answer, his hand finds your neck and gently squeezes it, and you bite your lip to contain a tiny whimper.

"Answer me," he orders lowly.

"Y-Yes," you shakily murmur, slowly succumbing to his touch and power. "Y-Yes, I do, Hoseok."

An attractive, smug smirk appears on his lips, and your stomach sings. "So I assume you don't mind if I..." He rises and steps in front of you, parting your knees with his own. His hands grasp your wrists as he forces you to lie back on his bed, his body perfectly nestled between your thighs, your knees at his hips. You gasp again. "...do this, then?"

You furiously shake your head, not daring to challenge his hold on your wrists. His chuckle rings in your ears.

"Such a cute girl," Hoseok coos adoringly, tracing a finger along your jaw. You shiver and close your eyes. "I've barely done anything and you're already melting for me."

Lowly laughing, he dips down and ghosts his plump lips over your neck, and you softly whine, curling your fingers into fists. He kisses up and down and your skin, blessing you with his affection, his tongue occasionally darting out and licking you, his teeth occasionally nibbling you. His mouth trails up to your jaw, then to your chin until he hovers right on top of yours. You gaze at him with wide, innocent eyes, your chest heaving a little with labored breaths.

"How badly do you want this? Want me?" he coaxes. He releases your wrists to caress your thighs. His hands slowly move upwards, riding your dress up further than it already is. You pant, wishing he would hurry up and touch you. "How much have you thought about this? Me between your legs, about to touch you in the most sinful way possible, letting you feel my fingers, tongue, and cock? Hm?" He tilts his head. "Tell me, Y/N."

"W-Want it so bad," you croak, shuddering when he drags a hand over your pelvis. You instinctively buck your hips. "W-Want you so bad, Hoseok."

He coos again, rewarding you with a kiss. You mewl at his tender, soft lips, loving how they feel against yours and how they expertly move with your own. While he passionately kisses you, Hoseok's hands sneak behind you to slowly drag the zipper of your dress down your back, steadily undressing you. This is when you jolt with panic, realizing he'll see your soulmate mark.

"W-Wait," you mumble, your hands finding his shoulders. He parts from you with a patient expression, his lips coated with your lipstick. "Before we do this, I need to ask you something..."

He raises a brow at you.

You nibble on your lip. "Do you know who your soulmate is?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "No, I don't," he answers, brushing some of your hair out of your face, "but the only thing that matters to me right now is you, here in my bed."

You hesitate. "M-May I see your mark?"

Sighing, Hoseok sits back on his heels and unbuttons his right sleeve, tugging it up to his elbow, revealing his tattoo on the inside of his forearm. Your heart nearly skips a beat. It's a mirror image of your own, but his sun is beautifully shaded like your moon, and his outlined moon is halfway filled with black, like your sun is with gold.

"What?" he asks, confused.

Realizing he sees your surprised expression, you gulp and shakily remove your right arm from your dress. You reveal your tattoo to him with red cheeks and a bowed head, biting your lip at his sharp intake of air. You peek up at him, but his eyes are glued straight on your mark.

"We're soulmates?" he whispers, clearly shocked. He keeps staring before he slowly reaches out and touches it with a finger.

This action conjures a burning sensation right where he touched you, and you hiss, covering your mark, trying not to cry at how painful it is. You notice he does the same, his veins bulging beneath his skin. After a moment, you remove your hands. Your sun is fully filled with gold, like his moon is with black. You glance at each other, then bashfully smile.

"I guess that means we found each other," you quietly say.

"Guess so," he says in agreement. Silence consumes you again, but it isn't awkward at all this time. It's comfortable, and the flames between you grow brighter than ever. "Well, I assume I should make love to you instead of fucking the shit out of you."

You snort and peel off your dress, chucking it over Hoseok's shoulder, along with your sandals. You lie back in front of him in your beige lingerie with your arms above your head, widely grinning at his hungry gaze. "Who said you should?"

Humming in reply, Hoseok unbuttons his shirt and tosses it in the same direction as your dress and sandals, revealing his chiseled torso sculpted by God himself. You almost drool at the sight, admiring how his skin stretches over his trained muscles from years of dancing. You can't resist reaching out and touching him, licking your lips at how hard he is beneath your palms. He crawls back on top of you, lips landing on yours again, his hips rightfully slotting between your thighs. He tenderly and affectionately kisses you, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips while his hands fall to your breasts, squeezing them through your bra.

"I think you deserve to be punished for making me wait so long, Y/N," he murmurs, unclasping your bra and disposing it. He breaks away from you to gaze at your supple breasts, your nipples rosy and peaked with arousal. "Such a naughty girl, hiding from me."

You blush at his words and gasps when Hoseok spanks one of your tits rather harshly. The sting lingers in your sensitive bud, but you don't stop him. It feels too good. You whine as he repeats this with your other breast, arching your back up towards him. He chuckles and kisses you again, his hand sneaking between your legs and deftly locating your clit through your soaked panties. You whimper when he draws little circles, your legs trembling from the stimulation. 

"H-Hoseok, please," you plead, gazing up at him while he smirks down at you, intently watching your every expression. "P-Please, do something."

"But I am doing something," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he quickens his digit.

You moan and kick your feet a little. "Do something else?"

"Like what?" He removes his touch from your sensitive bud of nerves, and you cry out at the loss. "Be more specific, baby."

You shiver at the name. "F-Finger me."

"Any more requests?" Hoseok drags your panties down your legs. A string of your arousal connects it to your pussy, and he softly hisses at this. He glides a long finger through your soaked folds, and you mewl, widening your legs to fully bare your cunt to him.

"E-Eat me out," you whisper, eyes shiny with tears, "p-please, Hoseok." 

"Good girl," he lowly praises. He descends down between your thighs, his talented mouth torturously close to the place you need him the most. "Fuck, you're so pretty and wet..."

"Please!"

Hoseok hushes you and teases your entrance with a fingertip. You softly moan and arch your back, your walls eagerly clenching around nothing, and you gasp when he slides his long, elegant digit inside you. You whimper as he slowly pumps it in and out of you, caressing your throbbing walls wonderfully. You hear him choke on a groan, and he's quick to add a second finger, stretching you. He quickens his pace, thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. You whine, bucking your hips, but he pins them with his other arm to his bed, keeping you still. You thrash a little in protest, then his tongue glides through your folds. Your head falls back on the pillow as he captures your clit with his lips, lightly suckling on it.

"Fuck, Hoseok," you croak, tangling your hands in his hair while he alternates between lapping at your center and abusing your bud of nerves. You're in heaven, the combination of his mouth and his digits bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. "Fuck, right there!"

His fingertips ghost over that perfect spot inside you, and you noisily mewl. He ferociously drills his fingers in and out of you, his tongue repeatedly stroking your clit, sending bolts of pleasure over you each time. You unconsciously tug his hair when he lightly nibbles on your bud of nerves. You whine at the growl he releases, seeing him glaring up at you, punishing you by biting your clit. You squeak and jump, yanking on it again, but he shakes his head this time, pinching your ass.

Hoseok continues assaulting your poor cunt, the obnoxious squelching echoing through his bedroom. You whimper and mewl, your walls greedily fluctuating around his fingers, wishing they were his cock instead, stuffing you full and endlessly unloading his cum deep inside you until it affects your brain. You gasp when he shoves his digits inside you before moving them in a scissoring motion, making your thighs twitch.

"Think I'm cumming!" you warn, squeaking while Hoseok continues thrusting his digits in and out of you, his tongue ferociously licking your clit. This brings your orgasm closer and closer until you're right on the precipice, so fucking close to falling over the edge. "P-Please, I need to cum!"

"Cum then, pretty girl," he coos, gazing up at you with dark eyes. "Cum all over my tongue like the good girl you are."

You obey, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your screech as you finally cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your toes curling, your legs jolting from the force of your orgasm. Bliss washes over you and ascends you to cloud nine, touching you with its pleasurable hands. Hoseok assists you through your hair, gently suckling on your clit and slowing his fingers.

"Fuck," you murmur once he slides them out of you, cleaning them with his tongue. "You're magical."

Chuckling, he rises from between your legs, brushing your hair out of your face. "Thank you, babe," he says, briefly kissing your forehead. "Now, as much as I love eating you out, I need a bit of a favor in return."

You blush as he brings your hand to his erection, placing your palm right on top of it. You swallow, feeling his hard cock through his pants. Fuck, he's long and thick, hot and heavy, but you love it. You salivate a little, wishing to feel it on your tongue and deep in your throat, gagging on it and hearing Hoseok moan, tasting his cum.

You both rise to your knees, giggling while you help him remove his dress pants and his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach, and you almost drool. He lies down, and his dick stands tall and glorious. When you go to make yourself comfortable between his legs, he stops you, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"Come ride my face while you suck me off, yeah?" he says.

Blushing, you carefully straddle Hoseok, shuffling backwards until your face is level with his gorgeous cock. His hot breath fans over your pussy, and you shiver, taking a moment to admire him; long, deliciously thick, hard, hot and heavy. Veins twist and climb all around him, pulsing angrily with arousal. His bulbous head is perfect, flushed pink and round, and some precum already leaks from his slit. You lick your lips. You love it. You're going to enjoy choking on him, you know it. His tongue glides through your folds again, and you silence your moan by taking half of him, his tip nudging the back of your throat.

He groans in response to this, his arms twining around your thighs. He spanks you, and the sting spreads through your body, mainly focusing on your clit. While he slurps and laps away at your cunt with abandon, you start bobbing your head, your eyes falling shut at the weight of him on your tongue. Each time you lift up, you hollow your cheeks like you're nursing a popsicle, your hand pumping the rest of him. You unconsciously synchronize, matching your paces. You quicken a bit, and Hoseok does the same. Both of you moan and whine, especially you, since you're being eaten like a buffet and a heavenly cock is stuffed in your mouth.

"Shit, Y/N," Hoseok groans, spanking your other cheek, and you grunt around him, grinding your pussy on his tongue. "Such a good girl, sucking me off like the greedy, little bitch you are, aren't you?"

You keen at his derogatory praise, removing your hand and swiftly bobbing your head, your suckling being heard a bit. Furrowing your brows, you inhale all of him, doing your best to ignore your gag reflex. Hoseok gasps, and one of his hands flies to your head, forcing you to stay there for a few moments. Your eyes sting with tears. He lets you lift off to catch your breath before doing it again, and he lowly groans, his hips bucking up a little.

"Fuck..." 

You shimmy your hips to remind him to keep pleasing you while you continue bobbing your head, whimpering like a bitch in heat there and there. His cock eventually twitches on your tongue, and you assume he's going to cum soon. You're nearly there as well, his tongue working its magic. Growing desperate, you pop off his cock and furiously pump him, fondling his balls. You want to taste his cum, swallow it like the good girl you are.

"Cum for me, Hobi," you purr. "Come on, I wanna taste you..."

"Let's cum together," he moans, slurping your juices and suckling on your clit. You whine and return to sucking him off, matching the pace of his ministrations. The edge approaches closer and closer, your body trembling on top of his as you teeter on the cliff, ready to fall into the ocean of pleasure waiting for you below.

"Cum, baby," Hoseok grunts, roughly spanking you. "Cum for me - Shit!"

He cums, and you delighted hum as his bittersweet load lands on your tongue, and you follow shortly after, whimpering and whining around his cock, rolling your hips. You nurse each other through your orgasms, and once you're calm, you pop off Hoseok and slump against him, his thigh your pillow.

"Damn," he murmurs, massaging your ass, "you have a fantastic mouth."

You drowsily smile at his praise, and you shift to lie down beside him, snuggling into his side to regain some energy before he properly fucks you. He kisses your forehead while you nap, and in what feels like forever, Hoseok climbs between your legs, his hips slotted between your thighs once again, his cock resting on your pelvis. He peppers your neck with kisses, and his lips drift up to yours, sweetly, passionately kissing you.

"Wake up, baby," he whispers, tenderly caressing your breasts in his palms and lightly pinching your nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. "I'll let you sleep after I fuck you, okay?"

You peel your eyes open, softly sighing at the sight of Hoseok above you like this, so close yet so far. Nodding, you widen your thighs and bend your knees, twining your arms around his neck. Soon, his tip nudges your entrance, and you suck in a breath, but you slowly exhale, gazing up at Hoseok. "Go ahead," you whisper.

Hoseok rests his forehead on yours, steadying himself before slowly sliding inside you. A shaky moan leaves while he perfectly stretches you, perfectly rubbing against your walls. He lowly groans in your ear, sinking deeper and deeper, his ridged veins blessing you with the best kind of sensation until he's fully sheathed inside you. His tip is nuzzled in a part of you you hadn't known existed, and he feels so damn good. You both pant, your desire for each other a whirlwind of lust and arousal.

"You're so fucking tight, baby," Hoseok grunts with a little smirk, "so wet and warm. You were made just for me, weren't you?"

You frantically nod, your pussy fluttering around him. He hisses. "Fuck, can I start moving?" he asks you, panting, trying to anchor himself instead of fucking you like no tomorrow like you know he wants to.

"Yes," you whisper, "yes, please fuck me."

Sucking in a breath, Hoseok slowly withdraws himself until just his tip remains inside you, then plunges back in at the same pace. Your head falls back on the pillow with a whimper, trembling each time he does this. You gasp when he quickens his tempo, digging your nails into his shoulders. He groans, holding you close as his thighs repeatedly smack against your ass, the clapping mixing. with the harmony of your breathing and moans. You try your best to maintain eye contact with him, but you fail, screwing your eyes shut with pleasure.

You whimper with every thrust while Hoseok bucks into you, his arms shuddering from trying to keep himself above you. Whining, you dig your nails a bit harder into his skin, going as far as dragging them down his back, scratching him. You squeak when he eagerly pistons out of you, grunting and groan as your tight, soaked cunt clenches around him. You bring an arm on top of your face, hiding in it to cope with the immense pleasure. Your body jolts with each of his thrusts, your tits bouncing in unison.

"Fuck!" you mewl. "You feel so fucking good, so big - Ah!"

"So fucking tight," Hoseok groans, furrowing his brows together, reaching above you to tightly grasp the headboard. "God, you feel so good around me, squeezing so tightly, never wanting to let go." Grunting, he dips down and smashes his lips against yours, swallowing all your noises.

His kiss distracts you from the brainwashing pleasure occurring between your legs, but only slightly. You cling to Hoseok for dear life as he ferociously fucks you, expertly rolling his hips. The bed creaks from the force of his thrusts, so much you think it's going to break, but your moans spill out of you, successfully drawing your attention away from it. Your chest is mashed against his, your legs around his waist. He holds you close with his other arm, smacking kisses along your neck.

Since your pussy is incredibly sensitive from your previous orgasms, your third and final one is swiftly approaching you. You try to warn him, but you're too late. You squeal as you finally cum, kicking your feet and arching your back, a high-pitched moan leaving you when the euphoria washes over you. Hoseok snarls at this sensation, and he slams his cock deep inside you, unloading his hot, thick cum in your cunt. You whimper at this, adoring how you're being filled up, your head falling on the pillow again.

"Fuck, Hoseok," you whisper, and he hushes you, lying down beside you. You feel him slip out of you, the flood of your mixed cum soon following. You shiver while it trickles down your thighs. Just before you close your eyes to sleep, you hear Hoseok go, "Oh..."

"What?"

"Come look at this," he murmurs. He cradles you in his arms as he brings you to the window, moving the blinds out of the way. Outside, the moon positions itself in front of the sun. The eclipse shines in all its glory, and you tiredly smile. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes," you say quietly in agreement. "Yes, it's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, though," he tells you softly, twisting his head to gently kiss your temple. You hum, lying your head on his shoulder. He chuckles and brings you back to bed, crawling in beside you and embracing you, kissing your forehead. "Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams."

You don't respond. You're already out, your breathing deep and even, and when you wake up in the morning, you realize you're still here: in Hoseok's arms, in his bed, in his mansion. His right arm is perfectly aligned beside yours, displaying your soulmate tattoos side by side, simple yet so intricate.

So this wasn't a daydream, you think to yourself, lovingly gazing at your marks. You trace his with a finger.

In the end, he really was meant for you. You were just too stupid in the beginning to see it.

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[3:21 PM]

pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 215

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving), fingering

"F-Fuck, Jimin," you croak, tangling your hands in his hair as your boyfriend diligently glides his sinful tongue through your soaked, aching folds, gazing up at you from between your thighs with dark eyes. "M-More, please!"

Jimin chuckles against you, slurping up your juices steadily flowing from your cunt before trapping your throbbing clit between his plush, pink lips. You gasp and arch your back, whining when he lightly suckles on your sensitive bud of nerves.

How did you end up in this position again?

Oh, yes, you remember. Jimin came home from practice, shiny with sweat, his damp shirt clinging to his chest, and he pounced on you like a wild animal, his adrenaline and stamina still high from dancing. He wanted to taste you, to make you cry on his tongue, and you couldn't deny him.

"Feels good, hm?" he murmurs lowly against you, bringing one of his ringed fingers to join his mouth, sliding a digit inside you. You squeak, your legs trembling on either side of his head.

"Y-Yes!" you say breathlessly, mewling as he returns to lapping away at your sopping cunt. "F-Fuck, feels so good!"

Jimin hums, steadily pumping his digit in and out of you. "Oh, I'll make you feel better, so much better. I promise you that."

© thekaykery 2021

wips

purple = bts

the creamery

member: park jimin

category: greaser au, fluff, smut

warning(s): will be written

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out of this world

member: kim namjoon

category: scifi, smut, fluff

warning(s): will be written

hiatus

unnamed

member: jeon jeongguk

category: fantasy, pirate au, smut, angst, fluff

warning(s): will be written

hiatus

diamonds

member: kim namjoon

category: romance, sugar daddy au, smut, angst(?), fluff

warning(s): will be written

hiatus

crystallia

member: ot7

category: fantasy, royalty, smut, angst, fluff

warning(s): will vary among chapters

world-building...

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© thekaykery 2023

[4:59 PM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 211

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (female receiving)

You're supposed to be cooking dinner.

The budae jjigae now simmers in its pot, forgotten and probably burning, the boiling water threatening to overflow. You're bent over the counter, your cheek pressed against the marble as your boyfriend's lips and tongue mercilessly attack your sopping center. Two of your own fingers are stuffed inside your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn good," Seokjin mumbles from his spot behind you, kneeled, eating you out like you're the most holiest meal ever, like he'll die if he doesn't finish you.

You uselessly whimper, your hips jolting when Seokjin swipes his tongue over your sensitive bud of nerves. The poor thing, throbbing from the stimulation it's receiving from your boyfriend. Your other hand reaches behind you to tangle itself in his black hair, a tear of pleasure streaming down your cheek.

"M-Mmph," you mewl at him, a pitiful warning of your oncoming orgasm.

"Shh," Seokjin hisses, digging his fingertips into the back of your thighs. You whimper at the pain, screwing your eyes shut. "We don't want my dongsaengs to come in here and see us like this, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Good." He slurps up some of your juices. "Now be a good girl and stay quiet."

© thekaykery 2021

little and the beast

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

rating: 21+

notes: i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this version is more enjoyable. :)

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.

You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.

Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.

While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.

The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.

Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.

With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.

Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.

One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.

You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."

Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.

"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.

"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.

After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"

"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."

You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.

You lift your hips. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"

Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.

He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy!"

He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"

He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.

Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.

Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."

He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.

After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.

"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"

"Okay."

He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.

"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you, Daddy."

© thekaykery 2022

[4:47 PM]

member: kim hongjoong

category: smut

word count: 286

rating: 18+

warning(s): unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), orgasm denial, spanking, degradation, begging

"Fuck, look at your pretty pussy, princess," Hongjoong grunts, his hips quickly snapping in and out of you. "Keeps sucking me in. You just love my cock, don't you?"

You pathetically mewl in response, gripping to the sheets for dear life. Hongjoong came home hard from practice today, and he immediately snatched you from the couch to the bedroom, where he undressed you and bent you over. Now he fucks you into absolute oblivion, his hips clapping against your bouncing ass.

"L-Love your cock so much!" you whine, biting your lip as his tip nudges that special spot inside you. You cry out and screw your eyes shut, your toes curling when the icy pleasure washes over you.

"Of course you do," Hongjoong murmurs. He tightly grips your hips while he rails into you, watching your ass jiggle each time he thrusts into you. "My little cockslut. That's what you are, princess. My little cockslut."

You gasp and mewl, frantically nodding your head in agreement. "Yes! Y-Yours, oh fuck!"

Hongjoong mockingly coos. "Aw, are you about to cum already? Well, that's a shame."

You squeak when he suddenly stops, his cock slipping out of you. The void inside you has you shivering, and you glance back at Hongjoong over your shoulder, your eyes teary. "J-Joong," you croak, biting your lip. "P-Please..."

Hongjoong shakes his head. "As much as I want to fill you full with my cum, I gotta have my fun with you first. Don't you agree?"

You shake your head, but he scowls and roughly spanks you. You squeal, the pain rushing over you, and you whine, perking your bum back in his direction. You hear him lowly chuckle.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

© thekaykery 2021

fic recs

NOTE: THESE WORKS ARE NOT MINE!

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platform: ao3

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by: @johobi

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nct:

two photos, two kisses

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star wars:

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antigen

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mutual

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character: the mandalorian/din djarin

© thekaykery 2023

[12:23 AM]

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 521

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, dirty talk/thoughts, mentions of unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

Dick.

That's all you thought of while you watch Jeongguk perform on stage via the TV backstage, the one button on his cropped blazer the only thing keeping it from opening, even though it's useless. His entire chest and some of his torso is on display anyways, and Army absolutely loves it. You can hear the loud screaming from back here.

You're happy for him, for BTS as they perform tonight in Los Angeles for the first time in two years because of the pandemic, you really are, but you also want to go out there and attack Jeongguk.

It isn't fair, dating the world's hottest man, especially when he's wearing something like that.

You bounce in your seat as Jeongguk moves effortlessly with the music, the blazer shifting with his every action, revealing his muscular chest and abs here and there. You lick your lips. You definitely are not God's strongest soldier right now. A strong ache grows between your legs, the throbbing of wanting his nice cock in your cunt.

You are not going to give Jeongguk a nice time in the hotel room later.

Impatiently yet excitedly, you wait for the concert to end. When it does, you do your best to conceal any sort of hint of your arousal from Jeongguk, although your leg bounces the entire ride to the hotel. You walk a bit faster than normal on the way to your room, swallowing as Jeongguk unlocks the door.

Once you're inside, you toss your bag on the bed, turning and snatching Jeongguk by his jacket. You tug him forward. A sound of surprise escapes your boyfriend when your lips smash against his, which soon move eagerly against his mouth. You softly whine at the sensation, your arms twining around his neck, lifting up on your tiptoes. Jeongguk is obviously stunned, his stillness a clear sign, but his hands find your hips anyway. He returns your passionate kiss effortlessly, humming lightly against your lips.

Your affection trails down to his neck, mouthing kisses along the smooth skin. Jeongguk takes this chance to breathlessly ask, "What brought this on?"

"You looked so fucking hot tonight," you mumble in reply, nipping him here and there, your nails digging into his shoulders. "That fucking jacket drove me insane - "

A small laugh abruptly leaves your boyfriend. "Oh? Is that the cause of this?"

Hearing his teasing tone, you slow to a stop due to embarrassment, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. Hesitantly, you part from him, your eyes directed at the floor. "Yeah," you murmur, swallowing. "S-Sorry..."

Jeongguk chuckles. His hand finds your waist, tugging you forward. Your chests collide with a soft bump. Butterflies erupt. "I don't mind at all."

As a result, you both strip and find your places on the bed. Jeongguk lies beneath you while you quickly mount him, his dick slipping into you with no problem. Your noises and the squelching of your pussy echo through the room as you ride him, your hands placed on his chest. Your poor neighbors.

Afterwards, you fall asleep curled up in Jeongguk's safe embrace, snoozing the night away.

© thekaykery 2021

RP AD

Looking for new roleplays! A majority of my current ones are dead, so I'm posting this to see if anyone is interested! More below the cut. :)

Here is some basic information:

I roleplay BTS, NCT, and Stray Kids.

My preferred members in each band are as follows: Jungkook, Jeno, and Chan.

I only roleplay member x oc. I'm extremely uncomfortable with member x member because I view them as brothers.

Which means you will be playing one of the three members listed above against my oc, depending on which band you pick.

The members I play best are Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon, Jaemin, Mark, Han and Changbin.

The following information is for any 18+ roleplayers:

I love roleplaying smut. You must be 18+ if you want to roleplay smut with me. I don't condone this with minors. However, if you are 18+ but not comfortable with smut, I respect that!

I will ask you for your kinks to better your experience!

I will also ask you to provide your turn-offs/triggers so I can avoid them.

I do not roleplay any of the following: sa, sh, abuse, r, torture, or graphic descriptions of said topics.

Now some information about me and my style:

I am a literate roleplayer, which means I write like a writer. I write in 3rd person.

The length of my responses depend on the length of yours, along with the detail.

My platform preference is either Tumblr dms or Discord! I do not use asks.

Here are some of my favorite aus:

Werewolf

ABO

Vampire

Mafia

CEO

Best friends to lovers

If you are interested, shoot me a message! Be aware I'm human, that I have work and a personal life. I also have depression, which impacts my motivation from time to time. I will however try to reply at least once a day.

If you message me, please be sure to send:

Your name

Age

Preferred pronouns

Preferred member

Plot

Kinks (if you're doing smut)

Triggers/no nos

And anything else I should be aware of, such as: you're a student, you go to work

Timezone

Thank you for reading :)

[12:42 AM]

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 305

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral (f), orgasm denial, mentioned face riding

special tags: @playmetheclassics

This is not how you imagined your day going.

You pictured this: You and Seokjin, happily exploring Disney World and enjoying everything it has to offer, the food, rides, and all the magic and adventure. Not you pinned against the wall in a bathroom stall, your boyfriend knelt before you, his sinful lips attached to your aching pussy.

"S-Seokjin," you breathlessly whisper, your brows knitted together, your teeth worrying your lip. Outside this stall, people are coming and going, doing their business, completely oblivious to what's happening here.

Seokjin hums against you, his eyes dark and sultry while he flicks his tongue against your clit. You jolt at the stimulation, covering your mouth to muffle your quiet moan. Your other hand grips the handicap bar behind you, your knuckles white from your tight grip. The giggling of children mocks you, shaming you for your ungodly actions right now.

He continues working, lapping at your sensitive nub like a newborn kitten, occasionally suckling on it like one too. You tremble on his tongue, your toes curling in your shoes. He's been at this for a good few minutes, and you're already close.

You desperately pant into your hand, bucking your hips, greedily wanting your release, but when you're just about to tip over the edge, Seokjin breaks away, his chin shiny with your juices.

"The fuck?" you mouth at him with wide eyes, betrayal on your face.

"Now, now," Seokjin murmurs, standing, replacing your panties and skirt, "I'm not letting you cum in the bathroom. Be good for me until we get home, alright?"

You did as he ordered, your legs shaking and your cunt throbbing from the denial of your orgasm. When you arrive home a couple hours later, you ride his face for a while, enjoying his talented mouth a little better this time.

© thekaykery 2022

11:35 pm

pairing: jeon jeongguk x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 2.2k

rating: 21+

warning(s): pwp, fwb, fuckboy!dom!jeongguk, sub!reader cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f), choking, spanking, creampie, slight degradation, slight use of daddy, mention of safe word but not used, implied second round

notes: @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this. i forgot to add this when i posted. ❤️

You don’t know how this happened.

About an hour ago, you came to this party in this obnoxious frat house with some friends, dressed in a skin-tight velvet dress in your favorite color. The hem fell just below your midthigh, the spaghetti straps keeping it in place on your shoulders. The dress emphasized your figure and waist, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You didn't know how many guys tried to sweet-talk you into dancing and joining them in bed.

You stayed sober for your friends’ sakes, to keep them safe, but all that flew out the window when he found you.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching you until his hand found your waist, his lips against your ear, his breath fanning over it while he whispered what he wanted to do to you. He wished to bend you over and rail the shit out of you, your dress bunched at the waist; how he desired to devour you and taste you so badly on his tongue.

Jeon Jeongguk. Heartthrob, wrecker of hearts and pussies.

He was incredibly convincing, and the way he was dressed didn’t help. A white shirt hugged his muscular torso, ridiculous pecs, broad shoulders, and abs. Black skinny jeans clung to his meaty thighs, threatening to burst the seams, his chunky stompers on his feet. Rings sat on his tattooed hand, his veins threading up his arm sleeved in more tattoos. His little kisses on your jaw and behind your ear, his lip ring cold on your skin, his deep, husky voice and playful smirk drove you up the wall.

You couldn’t deny him. You really couldn’t.

So here you are, laying on your back with your dress bundled at the waist as promised, your tits and cunt exposed to the cool air of the borrowed bedroom. Your legs hang over his shoulders, your heeled feet sitting on his back while he buries his face into your pussy. Your hands tangled in his fluffy hair, your wide eyes stare at the ceiling, a moan slipping out of you.

“F-Fuck, Jeongguk,” you croak, throwing your head back when his lips capture your clit, suckling on it like a baby. Your toes curl at his fluttering tongue.

He chuckles, the vibration causing you to jolt. You gasp for air, thighs widening to accommodate his skilled mouth better. You mewl when his tongue prods your entrance, clenching around nothing because of it, and your eyes roll as his attention returns to your sensitive bud of nerves. Sucking in a breath, you peek at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks with your cunt in his face.

Your hips roll and circle on his receiving and ready tongue, trembling at the stimulation. You hear him hum, rapidly lapping away, your jaw dropping. You softly squeal, your back arching.

“J-Jeongguk,” you manage to say, hissing at his harsh suckling. Your pussy throbs, aching for something to fill you up. You buck against his mouth, tugging on his hair.

“Yes?” he rasps, never ceasing, continuing to tease you. He slurps up your juices, the sound incredibly obscene yet erotic.

You pant, your brain scrambling for words. “N-Need you.”

“Oh?” Jeongguk finally parts from your pussy, lips and chin shiny. You blush while he cleans your mess with his tongue, wiping the rest of it off with his hand. He crawls on top of you, piercings glinting in the room's dim light. His hips slot between your legs, his naked cock nestling against your cunt.

“What do you mean?”

You whimper again at his teasing, arms and legs twining around him. Your lips attach to his neck and jaw.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you huff out.

A contented hum leaves him, his callused touch drifting over your body. You arch into his hands, spreading you further apart, exposing your pulsing center to him. He reaches down to align with you, and your throat tightens in excitement. He needs to push in.

“Jeongguk,” you grumble, impatiently dropping your head on the pillow. You lift your hips, attempting to slip him inside, but he pins you to the bed.

“Be patient, little girl,” Jeongguk murmurs, wickedly smirking. Being the little shit he is, he dips his tip inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and mewl. Then he withdraws a second later. He repeats this a few times, and you grow frustrated with every passing moment.

Whining like a baby, you pout at him, tired of him teasing you. You stick a hand between your legs to rub your clit, but you’re promptly growled at, hand smacked away. Fingers wrap around your neck, rings cold, and you stifle a moan. It’s his right hand, meaning you have a premium view of his tattoos and veins. Your gaze trails up to his face, his eyes burning with fire.

“What did I just say?” he barks, tightening his grip. You close your eyes and press your lips tightly together, your walls squeezing at the lack of air.

“Be patient,” you echo, dazedly lifting your lids.

“Then do it.”

You slowly nod, your attention flickering to his cock, which he finally slips inside you. A groan leaves both of you as Jeongguk carefully pushes in, your cunt eagerly greeting him, taking him for all he’s worth. The stretch burns deliciously. You gaze at each other the entire time, a little squeak escaping you when he’s fully sheathed within you. You exhale while he pants, his body a tight cord of muscle above you, ready to snap in a second.

“You feel so good,” Jeongguk rasps, his expression the one of a man whipped for pussy. “Fuck…”

You lay there in bliss, your breaths labored. You settle into silence, your panting mixing, the atmosphere heavy with sex and desire. He’s so thick and long, touching all those places you’re reminded of, so full, filled to the brim with Jeongguk’s delightful dick. He’s waiting for your signal, just like the last session.

This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have fucked. You’d been so drunk the night you let him rail you, and when you woke up in your apartment in the morning, your body still ached with his touch, his kisses, the sensation of his cock stuffed deep inside you. You hadn’t known his name or face, but the next time he found you at another party, you remembered, and you learned his name was Jeongguk.

And he knew you as the girl with the unforgettable pussy.

“I’ve been wondering where you were,” he had told you, a finger trailing along your jaw, his voice smooth and husky. His breath smelled like alcohol, and he smelled like the forest and fresh air, the musk of freshwater, all mixed together.

“I don’t know you,” you replied, already tipsy.

“No, but your body knows me,” he said. And he was right.

And although you’ve been fucking since then, feelings haven’t gotten involved. Not that you know of, anyway. If Jeongguk feels something romantic for you, he’s been doing a good job hiding it. As for you, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t pound harder around him.

“Okay,” you finally say, flopping your arms above your head, elongating your torso. You spot his eyes flickering to your tits for a moment. “Go ahead.”

Jeongguk shifts to his forearms with a grunt, holding steady as he carefully withdraws. A low moan leaves both of you. For you, it’s the emptiness, and for him, the lack of warmth and tightness. Once it’s just his tip remaining, he slowly plunges back in. Your eyes roll, a little whine rippling in your throat. Jeongguk softly hisses, his hands gliding up to yours, twining your fingers together, the action itself sweet.

He keeps this pace for a small while, letting you adjust to his girth. His lips drift over your jaw and neck, his breath hot on your skin.

Soon enough, there’s a mutual agreement between you. You shift beneath him, lifting your hips, and Jeongguk moves to his knees, his hands finding the bed at your sides. He quickens his speed, making you moan. The sound of your skin clapping gently echoes through the room, but it’ll grow louder eventually. Your tits bounce lightly in time with his thrusts, the drag of his veiny cock against your walls so addicting, the ridges heightening the pleasure.

With some struggle, you meet his stare. His jaw clenches, his brows furrowed, teeth nibbling his lip while he rocks into you, back and forth, his balls lightly smacking your second hole. You reach to caress his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Jeongguk moans, passionately returning your kiss, his tempo growing slightly sensual and deep. This causes his tip to nudge that sweet spot inside you perfectly, and you loudly whine, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Jeongguk,” you pant, your feet planted on the bed, now rolling your hips in time with his. He shakily exhales, his nose nudging yours with each movement. “Fucking me so good.”

“Of course,” he groans in response, supporting you with one arm of his own on your waist. “Pussy was made for me.”

You breathlessly laugh against his lips, your pussy clenching around him. Jeongguk grunts, losing his pace for a second to harshly snap into you. You yelp, but your eyes roll, head falling backwards and hanging. His mouth finds your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, teeth nipping here and there.

Both of you are growing desperate. You know each other too well by now to recognize the signs of eagerness brewing between you. Jeongguk slides out, allowing you to scurry to your knees and turn around. You lean forward on your hands, perking your ass for him as he assumes his spot behind you. This is your favorite position. He gets to see your cheeks jiggle, and his tip will hit that spot so perfectly it makes you see stars.

His cock returns inside you without a hiccup. A little moan leaves you, feeling his hard body against your back. His right hand gripping the headboard in front of you, the other on your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs in your ear. You nod, biting your lip, anticipating the destruction of your cunt. “Know the word?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, wiggling your ass at him, smirking at the grunt you receive for it. You bite your lip with a smile when he spanks you, humming at the lingering sting. “Come on… Hurry.”

He gently hushes you, starting a slow pace again, just to let you adjust to this new angle. You lightly moan, rocking yourself back into him, your pussy throbbing with every thrust. This tender tempo doesn’t last long, though. You squeal the instant he speeds up, his hips rapidly flying like a well-oiled machine. His balls slap against your clit, providing the poor thing with the stimulation it needs.

“O-Oh, fuck!” you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets while Jeongguk grunts and groans, your thighs stinging a bit from the impact of his own. “God, fucking me so good.”

The tattooed hand on the headboard disappears with a metal flash, joining its twin at your hips. He wildly ruts into you, your breasts jolting in unison with him, listening to him moan and hiss behind you. You fall forward, face meeting the pillow, now fully submitting to him. You hear him growl in approval, and you grin a little while he keeps ramming you like an animal. The quick glide of his cock on your walls draws you closer and closer to that edge you love falling over so much, your body singing with joy.

“G-Guk,” you croak, your hand finding his, tightly clutching one of his fingers as a warning.

“You gonna cum for me?” Jeongguk pants, his voice strained with concentration and pleasure. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Be a good girl and make a nice, big mess, yeah?”

“U-Uh-huh!” you wail, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your growing noises. “J-Jeongguk!”

“Cum for me, slut,” he growls, spanking you again.

“Cum for Daddy.”

That title sends you over the edge. You squeal into the pillow, your body stiffening and locking up as Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm. His cock is almost too much, making you sob and squirm. Your clenching makes him join you in ultimate euphoria, doubling over and nearly crushing you with his weight. His throaty groan has you shivering, but feeling him dump his warm cum in you satiates you. Just a little.

You lightly hum, slowly relaxing beneath him. You lie there, panting and calming down, and you feel his lips ghost over the spot behind your ear. Goosebumps appear on your skin because of it.

“Such a good cunt,” Jeongguk murmurs. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You softly snort and shake your head at him, shivering when he slowly withdraws from you completely. Your mixed cum shortly follows, hot and thick as it drips down your thighs. You glance at Jeongguk, finding him greedily staring with a hungry gaze.

“You gonna clean me up?” you tease, shaking your ass at him.

He stifles a moan, and you giggle, watching his softened cock harden. You reach between your legs and pet your used pussy. This earns you a whine, and your hand is replaced with his mouth. His tongue drags through your pussy, occasionally flitting over your clit. You moan gently, letting him swallow the mess you both created. His lapping makes you wet again.

You hear movement. Looking down to... find Jeongguk lying between your thighs?

“Ride my face?” he breathlessly suggests, his lip ring twinkling with his smirk.

Humming, you lower yourself onto his awaiting tongue.

“Of course.”

© thekaykery 2022

Crystallia

Welcome to the Continent, Land of Armi. The Seven Kingdoms hope you enjoy the adventures and treasures waiting for you.

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bts fic masterlist

key:

🌊 = planning

💠 = writing

☄️ = complete

💧 = on hold

series:

crystallia 🌊

➳ fantasy, smut

none

fics:

reasons why i hate you ☄️

➳ established fwb, pwp, smut

fics:

daydream ☄️

➳ soulmate au, smut, angst, fluff(?)

none

fics:

the creamery 💠

➳ greaser au, smut, angst, fluff

fics:

little and the beast ☄️

➳ ddlg au, smut, fluff

honey bunny ☄️

➳ ddlg au, smut, fluff

fics:

war of hormone ☄️

➳ werewolf au, smut, fluff

11:35 PM ☄️

➳ pwp, fwb, smut

writer for @k-vanity

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