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I'M ACTUALLY BARKING (I do this for any man who wears glasses)

i told you

I need him so bad guys

JUNHAN twitter update

“🖤🖤”

I am going to combust

──★ BAD DOG !

★ pairing。choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! est. relationship , sub!beomgyu , pet play , furnature fucking , cumshot , breeding kink , oral (f. rec) , collar and leash , dirty talk , degredation and humiliation kink , praise kink , pet names , facials , squirting , creampie mentions , mommy kink , cum eating mention

★ synopsis。you can't help but please your puppy, even when he's being punished.

a/n ⸝⸝ rewritten work inspired by a thought written by @tigerhoshibby with her permission. i haven't written any sub!idol content in such a long while... excited to finally get back into the game. [ 1. 2k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

beomgyu’s eyes brim with tears as he kneels on the floor between your legs, his shaking hands gripping tight onto your plush thighs. you looked down your nose at him, pouting and squirming beneath you as you lounged languidly on the couch, leather collar pulled tight around his neck and catching at his bobbing adam’s apple– another sharp tug of the leash wrapped in your hand makes him whine, unable to pull himself forward and meet you where he wants you the most. “dumb mutt can’t control his dick,” you spit with a sick grin, giggling at the way beomgyu’s breath hitches, “did you just cum from eating some pussy?”

pearly white strings of cum covered his belly and thighs, his cock flushed a deep shade of pink and still rutting mindlessly against the ruined couch cushion underneath him. your own arousal dripped from his lips and chin as beomgyu pants like a dog, slack jawed with his tongue out, those teary eyes blown wide and fixated on your wet pussy. he struggles against the pull of the leash, desperate to dive his head back in between your thighs, a pathetic whimper slipping from his swollen lips when his collar cuts off his breathing, choking him. you watch in sick delight as his cock twitches.

“now look at you getting hard again just from me being mean to you!” you jeer, “disgusting dog, fucking the furnature like some bitch in heat. i bet you want to cum again, don’t you?”

beomgyu’s desperate gaze snaps to yours and he nods his head vigorously, his hips bucking hard against the cushion. a thick bead of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.

“good boys use their words.”

“yes, yes, please–” he whines shakily, voice rough from disuse. “please, please can I cum?”

you pat his head tenderly, running your fingers through his long hair; he arches into your touch like he’s been starved of it, a pretty moan escaping from deep in his chest. a false sense of safety. “where do you want to cum, puppy?” you ask sweetly, the sudden switch in your tone sending beomgyu reeling. 

“i-inside, please, wanna give you my pups,” 

“dumb dog wants to breed like it’s instinct?” you glance at the creamy mess coating beomgyu’s tan skin, faking a sympathetic pout. “but you wasted all your cum, there’s not enough to fill me up…”

you both knew you were full of shit, beomgyu could cum over and over for hours– but in his current headspace he hung onto every word you spat at him, his cries growing louder and louder as your grip on his leash loosened. poor thing, already fucked stupid without even getting his dick wet; you finally drop your hold on him, letting him dive down and press his face against your cunt, his pleas for another release muffled by your swollen pussy lips. 

you sigh in pleasure as beomgyu’s tongue works at your engorged clit, his big brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs. “i’ll let you cum, beomie.” you hiss, reaching for a fistful of his hair to tug. “if you follow my orders.”

“anything, i’ll do anything,” beomgyu begs against your pussy, lapping at your juices as if he was drinking ambrosia.

“i want you to keep humping that cushion like the dog you are. go ahead and ruin it some more, and maybe i’ll forgive you for being such a bad dog.” your voice was far too gentle for your vulgar words, venom disguised as sweet honey. 

beomgyu shakes his head, his glassy tears threatening to overflow sending a sharp shock of arousal up your spine. “nuh uh, wanna cum in you–”

“sorry pup, I already told you there’s not enough.” you lie again. beomgyu presses himself further into your heat, crying out when his oversensitive cockhead brushes the rough fabric of the cushion. 

“i don’t wanna, mommy, please!” he warbles.

“i said no, baby. either cum on the cushion or not at all.” you scratch at his scalp gently, causing him to shiver– he can’t escape the growing need to obey, such an obedient pet even when he’s being bad. slowly and uncoordinated, he rocks his hips back and forth against the cushion, thrusting his tongue into your fluttering hole to cover up his pathetic sobs. his cock throbs an angry red, velvety skin pulsing obscenely as he falls into an unsteady rhythm. every thrust against the cushion makes him cry more and more, so good yet so painful all at once. the friction burns on the underside of his shaft, his weepy fat tip, your poor pet unable to hide his masochistic pleasure as he hiccups pitifully, whines and begs to be touched while he eats your pussy so deliciously. his tears finally fall down his flushed cheeks, and the sight of him so debauched is almost difficult to look at with the way it makes your cunt throb around his tongue. “good boy,” you praise in a whisper, tugging at his hair, watching how he digs his nails deep into the cushion to keep himself from touching without permission. “such a good pup.”

his hips pick up speed, erratic and rough against the cushion, a telltale sign that he was close. he pulls his face out from between your thighs just enough to clearly and properly beg; “please, mommy, i’m gonna cum, don’t wanna cum, let me fuck you, let me cum inside, please–”

you had half the mind to give in to his wishes– you knew he wouldn’t last a few seconds once he was inside of you, his cock swallowed by your warm gummy walls, immediately shooting what was left of his hot cum deep into your pussy… but he was just so cute when you didn't give him what he wanted

“no, mutt. Be a good boy and make a mess on the couch. better make me cum too.”

“mommy, no–” he sobs, reduced down to nothing but a dog doing tricks to impress it’s owner; yet he revels in it, the humiliation of it, and it just brings him closer and closer to spilling his seed everywhere. his cute pink cockhead pokes out with every one of his thrusts forward, leaking a steady stream of precum that does barely anything to aid in the slide. 

he doubles his efforts on your pussy, hot mouth sucking perfectly against your most sensitive spots as you rode his face, throwing your head back with a sharp cry when the ever-growing knot in your belly snaps and you squirt all over beomgyu’s crying face. your orgasm triggers his own, his moan just short of a scream as his tip starts spewing thick ropes of cum everywhere, across the cushion, the floor, and the front of the couch. some of it even lands on your legs, thighs shaking as you ride out your high on his button nose.

“bad dog!” you chastise gleefully once you’ve recovered enough to speak, beomgyu still shaking from the aftershocks as he nuzzles against your thigh. He glances up at you in confusion and surprise. “you made an even bigger mess than before. got your nasty cum everywhere… now lick it up.” 

I actually need him on my lap and getting off by humping my thighs

just a thought but

sub beomgyu humping a pillow thinking about you degrading him as he gets off on your thigh. he's so desperate and whiny wishing to feel you, wishing to hear you. he's probably already overstimulated himself but it feels so good and he can't get enough.

welcome to joocomics’ 2024 kinktober event

this event is 18+ minors do not interact!

here’s some information you may want to know:

⊱ all of the works i will be posting throughout october will be nsfw

⊱ because it’s my first time doing a bigger event like this i’ve decided to do few shorter works (up to 800 words) and few longer ones (up to 1.8k words max) for each member of xdinary heroes

⊱ there will be no dark content. as always, each work will have its own content warnings listed so you know what to expect before reading

⊱ you can message me anytime or leave a comment below if you’d like to be tagged - for specific work(s)/member or for all posts so you don’t miss out on anything you’re interested in reading

MASTERLIST

day one — thigh riding w/ gunil

day two — collar w/ jungsu

day three — hate sex w/ gaon

day four — sensory deprivation w/ o.de

day five — corruption kink w/ junhan

day six — temperature play w/ jooyeon

day seven — formal wear w/ gunil

day eight — anal w/ jungsu

day nine — sex tape w/ gaon

day ten — somnophilia w/ o.de

day eleven — cuddlefucking w/ junhan

day twelve — spit kink w/ jooyeon

… more to come by the end of the month!

i will let you know when the second half of the event is added once i organise it so stay tuned <3 please be patient with me in case of any changes in the event or posting schedule!

♡ here’s my general masterlist if you’re looking for something to read in the meantime…

thank you in advance to those of you who will be reading and supporting my first kinktober event! i’m so excited and i really hope you enjoy the experience as much as me!

I'm gonna leave this here for personal reasons

THIS IS SO GOOD IM LITERALLY SO HARD

JUNHAN ONE-SHOT

☆"Promise me you'll be quiet,"☆

Pairing::dom!junhan x sub!fem!reader

Warnings::SMUT, VULGAR LANGUAGE

genre:: rushed, fingering, squirting, no protection, public sex (???)

A/N:: this is low key terrible and it's been rotting in my drafts for so long so I may aswell post it.

Junhan and the members were backstage talking with the staff about the outfits for tomorrow and all of the setup and set lists. You stood next to Junhan and you held his hand discreetly. Tomorrow was the start of their Break the Brake world tour and you were there to hype them up while they rehearsed but currently, your hormones had other plans.

As you held Junhan's hand you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together for some friction but all it did was catch Junhan's attention. He is very attentive and he instantly knew what this meant. He bent over to your ear.

"Do you want to go to the dressing room?" He asked calmly and you grinned. You nodded shyly. Junhan notified the others saying that you weren't feeling good so you needed some water and needed to sit down. Once you got into the dressing room Junhan locked the door and threw off his jacket. He crossed his arms with a playful smirk. "Let me guess..." he said softly as you squirmed in front of him.

You sigh. "I was watching you practice and I couldn't take my eyes off you and ugh why is my boyfriend so hot," you whined and Junhan chuckled, unlocking his arms.

"And why do I have such a needy girlfriend," he laughed before playing with your hair. He pulled you into a soft kiss before parting from your lips to speak. "We have to be fast okay?" He said as he started taking off your shirt. "And promise me you'll try to stay quiet?" He smirked knowing that you were terrible at keeping quiet. You nodded and took off your pants. "Do you want to stand or sit?" He asked softly.

"I'll start by standing," you blushed and leaned against the walls. You grabbed the hooks above your head for support. He pulled down your panties and quickly licked his middle finger before easing it inside you. You wanted to scream at the feeling of his ring guard stretching your tight walls but you held back. Little whimpers escaped from the back of your throat as you covered your mouth. Your heart raced as his whole finger slid inside you.

You swallowed harshly as his finger circled inside you. You felt your legs quiver as his finger ran over your G-spot. You grabbed his shirt harshly and clenched the fabric. You threw your head back as his cold ring guard roamed around inside you. He then curled his finger and you moaned loudly. You threw your body onto him and buried your face in his shoulder.

"Shh baby~" he whispered in your ear as his finger went deeper inside you due to the new position.

"I-I'm sorry," you said as you gritted your teeth. He curled his finger along your G-spot and you almost screamed from the pleasure. You held back and clawed at Junhan's shoulder while covering your mouth with the other hand. "Do that again," you stammered "P-please," you whimpered and Junhan smirked. He curled his finger again before uncurling in the same spot.

You clenched around his finger and felt an orgasm building already. He was one finger down and you already felt like collapsing in pleasure. His thumb went to your clit and started rubbing circles lightly. That plus the sensation of his finger curling on your G-spot continuously was enough to make you cum all into Junhans hand. He seemed surprised by this. He removed his finger from you to see cum dripping all down his hand and between your thighs. Your legs were still shaking slightly.

"We're only one finger down and you already came so much," he chuckled before picking you up and setting you down on one of the leather couches. After you got comfortable he inserted two fingers into you. You arched your back and grabbed onto the couch's arms. He slowly pulled his fingers back out before pushing them back in quickly. He continued to do this before building a nice pace. You bit your wrist to suppress your moans when you heard the drums and a guitar from the stage.

"Junhan. They started practicing-ah!" You started talking before he hit your G-spot harshly. "C-Can I moan now?" You blushed as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. He chuckled at how desperate you were to moan.

"Sure," he smirked and you instantly let loose. You moaned loudly as you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. Junhan used his spare hand to run circles along your clit again. He watched you as he bit his lip, admiring how you co-operate for him. You arched your back up into his hand before finally releasing. Moaning loudly. He took his fingers out to find your cum dripping down from your legs onto the black leather couch.

He worried a bit about how he was gonna cover that up but that was a future Junhan problem. Right now his main concern was being able to fuck you senseless. He wasn't usually this eager to be so intimate with you but something was different in him. Junhan rubbed his finger up and down your folds before kneeling down.

"Junhan?" You bit your nail as you looked down at him. The sight turned something on inside Junhan. He sucked your clit as he gave you a look that said "Yes baby?" You blushed as your legs tried to jerk shut. "I want you inside me..." you blushed. He looked at you surprised. Throughout your relationship, you had never had actual sex in a somewhat public. It was just mouths, and hands but you wanted to take the next step. If he was ready of course.

His lips left your body and his hands held your thighs as he thought about your proposal. "If you want to," he smiled at you and your heart beat out of your chest. You nodded and Junhan stood up. You positioned yourselves on the couch accordingly and Junhan seemed so nervous as he loomed over you. "Tell me if it hurts," he said as he lined up his tip to your entrance. "You ready?" He asked you worriedly.

"Yes," you nodded and he slowly entered you. His cock was so big it stretched your walls quickly. You moaned loudly and grabbed onto Junhan's long black hair as you gritted your teeth.

"You okay?" He said as he stopped moving into you. You nodded with a whimper.

"Keep going," you blushed as you moved your hands to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. He threw his head back and seethed through his teeth.

"Damn the members are gonna scold me for this," he chuckled before leaning down to kiss your neck softly. You grabbed his shoulders again and your nails dug into his back. He let out a soft groan at the feeling. "I need to go practice," he said hoarsely with desperate eyes.

"Just a little longer please," you whined as you grabbed his shirt harshly. Junhan let out a scoff that basically told you he wasn't even thinking about leaving you yet. You felt a knot building in your stomach as he continued to bury himself into your G-Spot. You arched your back off the couch, rutting your hips into his. "Fuck! Yes," you moaned loudly as Junhan breathed heavily. "I'm close," you whimpered as you felt yourself clench around him.

"Me too," he whimpered before pounding into you and finally the band in your stomach snapped. Your juices sprayed onto Junhan as your body contorted. He quickly pulled out and followed suit, his semen shooting onto your stomach. Junhan covered his mouth in shock at the mess they had created. "I'm sorry," he apologized and looked around for a cloth or something to clean you off with. You grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. You pulled back and smiled at him.

"You need to go practice. Go put your clothes on and I'll worry about this mess," you patted his head and he nodded.

"As long as you're sure. I can help you clean up it's no big deal-" you finger over his lips and shook your head.

"I got this, you always clean up at home. I can handle this," you smiled and Junhan kissed your forehead quickly before collecting up his clothes. He swiftly put everything on and rushed out the door. You looked at the couch and sighed. How were you supposed to "handle this"

Junhan went out on the stage and put his guitar on over his head and the members looked confused.

"Are you okay?" Jungsu asked, turning to junhan.

"Mhm, why?" Junhan smiled and tilted his head.

"Your face is red and you're kinda...sweating," Gaon said looking back at Junhan. Junhan put his hand to his forehead.

"I was running onto the stage because I was late that's probably it," he shrugged and looked down at his guitar.

"Your shirt is wet too," Jungsu pointed out and Junhans face grew red as he looked down at his shirt.

"I spilt some water," he chuckled awkwardly and the members raised a brow.

"Why do I not believe you," gaon smirked before turning around to play his guitar.

have u posted something about jiseok ft. angry/jealous sex cause hear me out...

nope…but here’s some

angry sex w/ jiseok <3

warnings: degradation and praising, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, spanking (there’s only three slaps i promise), breeding, good ending c:

the grip of jiseok’s hands around your wrists behind your back tightens, the bruising already burning and leaving behind it’s red imprint on your skin. his cock bulldozes itself into your cunt roughly with each thrust he delivers, satisfyingly splitting you open in the process. in contrast to his hips, yours try to run away from his, which is shown to be no use once he uses his free hand to keep them still.

“fucking take it, whore.” he grunts out roughly into your ear. behind the tears that well up in your eyes and the small cries that slip through your gritted teeth pushed against your pillow, you can’t deny how much you’re enjoying the way the tip of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. he feels it in the way you clench around him every time he opens up his mouth or every time a slap lands on your ass. jiseok chuckles, easily becoming intoxicated to the sound of the loud slaps that echo in your bedroom each time his hips kiss yours harshly.

“‘s too much jiseok,” your response comes out weak. “‘can’t take it…”

“do you fucking hear yourself right now?” jiseok picks up the pace in his hips, the squelching noise of your arousal loud and proud. he stills his hips and buries himself deep, making you squeal as he leans down to your drooped down head. his hand leaves your hip to trail to your neck. he forces your head to look up at the headboard but your eyes are closed, feeling the lightly tight grip on your neck. his breath runs warm on the shell of your ear. “are you actually clueless or do you put on an act until you finally get what you want, hm?”

you and jiseok swore the desire for each other wouldn’t push past casual sex, you two don’t even kiss each other and leave each others rooms after your whole ordeal. however, upon seeing another dude stumbling out of your room pulling his pants up, he felt heated. your blank expression turns into shock when you see jiseok entering the hallways and watching the guy leave your apartment.

not even another word was spoken nor did you have the time to explain. jiseok was already pushing you past your door frame and back inside of your room.

“you let somebody else in my house and fucked him?” he pulls out until half his cock is exposed from your hole. “and not only that you let me use you like you’re some slut off the street?”

you wanted to answer. you wanted to tell him so bad what really happened and question him why does it even matter. but his hand around your throat has you unable to answer. you can’t though, especially since the wind is nearly knocked out of you when jiseok begins to roughly thrust into you again. the way your moans are turned into gasps flips a switch inside of him, his orgasm just a few thrusts away. your wrists move into his grip, loosening along with the grip on your neck.

the feeling of your walls suffocating his cock rips a groan out of his throat, letting go of yours and landing a harsh slap on your ass. your body goes limp into his hand, falling back into the pillow that muffles out your loud moans that quickly turn into whines when your orgasm burns into your abdomen. jiseok slaps your ass again to catch your attention, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“cum before me and you’ll have another thing coming. i’ll make sure you’ll be begging on your knees for the rest of the week.” your ears obviously catch it but it takes you more than a moment to process, and when it finally hits you tears slide past the brim of your eyes into the pillows, trying to ground yourself from holding it in.

luckily for you, you can hear it in the way jiseok’s breath rapidly grows and the way his hands lets go of your wrists to grip your waist so that you go nowhere, thrusts growing sloppy. he holds your body up as if you’re a ragdoll and though jiseok’s being rough, you note how he’s not as selfish as he made himself seem.

“ah fuck…” jiseok slurs out slightly, leaving one more rough thrust before his eyes roll into the back of his head, hips stilling again and his warm cum filling you up. he groans loudly, slowly beginning to thrust into you to help you ride out your own orgasm. it doesn’t even take long, your sore arms falling to the bed under you, the sheets balled tightly under your fists.

each slow thrust he does pushes his cum deeper inside. he makes sure you’re full enough so that it doesn’t drip out, pulling out and giving a light satisfied slap to your ass when his cum stays inside. jiseok flips you over, your wet fucked out face and tear stains on his pillow. his hand wipes your tears then caresses your cheek soothingly.

“you’re so good for me, love.” he smiles tiredly, plopping down next to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. he holds back the urge to leave kisses along your neck, only rubbing circles into the flesh of your waist.

you two stay like that for a while, half due to catching your breaths which is the only thing that can be heard in his room and the other half being due to questioning if you should let jiseok know about your feelings or not.

“y’know,” you start. “it didn’t feel right with somebody else. that guy didn’t even touch me.” jiseok snorts out behind you.

“i wonder why it only feels right with me.”

“are you actually clueless or do you put on an act until you finally get what you want?” you repeat the same words he told you earlier. you can’t see the blood that rushes to jiseok’s ears when he hears it. “i fucking like you, idiot.”

there’s a brief silence between you two, one of his hands moving from your waist to your jaw. his hand cups your chin, turning your head so that you face him. he looks at you one more time, his half lidded eyes closing when he leans in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. it catches you completely off guard but you follow behind quickly, pulling away once you start to feel lightheaded. jiseok smiles.

“well if you didn’t say it sooner i would’ve.”

rushed bc i wrote this on my break at work and now im proofreading at 2 am but im tired </3 but i hope you enjoy anonie <333

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT THE IDEA OF A LONGER SKIRT AND BEING UP UNDER IT 🙇‍♀️

ALSO!!!! I keep thinking about sucking junhannie off under one of his skirts </333 gueeehhhh

aaaaa this gave me butterflies help

thinking about how pretty he would look while you do, his eyes squeezed shut and him biting his lip so hard to stop him from letting out whimpers as soon as he feels the warmth of your mouth on him. maybe one of the longer skirts so you basically disappear under it but your ass is just peaking out at the bottom while you sit comfortably on the floor so eager to please him. something about the both of you being fully clothed makes it feel extra naughty and makes his heart beat so fast. poor boy would be in a panic over cumming too soon from the small amount of your ass that he could see :(( and he would be all fidgety too because he can't put his hands in your hair like he usually does so he's gripping the side of the skirt so tight

waaah junhannie ♡

I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE BUT THE IDEA OF A LONGER SKIRT AND BEING UP UNDER IT 🙇‍♀️

ALSO!!!! I keep thinking about sucking junhannie off under one of his skirts </333 gueeehhhh

aaaaa this gave me butterflies help

thinking about how pretty he would look while you do, his eyes squeezed shut and him biting his lip so hard to stop him from letting out whimpers as soon as he feels the warmth of your mouth on him. maybe one of the longer skirts so you basically disappear under it but your ass is just peaking out at the bottom while you sit comfortably on the floor so eager to please him. something about the both of you being fully clothed makes it feel extra naughty and makes his heart beat so fast. poor boy would be in a panic over cumming too soon from the small amount of your ass that he could see :(( and he would be all fidgety too because he can't put his hands in your hair like he usually does so he's gripping the side of the skirt so tight

waaah junhannie ♡

I don't have a daddy kink but Gunil changes that

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”

actually going insane rn

HES SO MDKFMRMMCKDKFJ I JUST WOKE UP

Is this your payback for the Jungsu titties? 🤨

Y'all are getting fed again tonight (technically tmr bc I set them to come out at 12 am)

I hope y'all like appalachian werewolf o.de as much as I do 😞

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 02

werewolf!ode x fem reader

wc: 1900

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood, FAIRLY DESCRIPTIVE SCENE OF A DEER GETTING KILLED, oral (fem rec.),

The cabin was far more eerie than you had anticipated. The mountains were cool and humid. The amount of fog wasn’t an exaggeration. It was your idea to come spend your fall break alone in this cabin. You wanted to escape the city and get some new scenery. Your friend had an old cabin readily available, and it was free of charge. It seemed like your best interest being a college student.

Everything creaked. The floors, the doors, the stairs. It started off as off putting and creepy, but it quickly grew old. Everything was hardwood. It would cost a lot considering what things are made of today. The place was also unsettlingly quiet. You were accustomed to the constant sounds of bustling people, cars on the go, horns and sirens constantly blaring, and much more. Your ears rang from the quietness. Perhaps you should enjoy the squeaking and creaking of every move you make.

After sunset, you start feeling on edge. The paranoia is killing you. You try to call your friend but the internet sucks in the mountains. The last thing you heard was her trying to comfort you in her thick southern accent.

“Don’t worry bout any a' them there outside sounds, just don’t go out there. We got lots a’ night critters,” You laughed at her dialect and her grammar almost made your stomach churn.

“I’m not worried. I’ll be alright,” You reassured her. After some convincing, she finally hung up. Maybe looking outside through the front door would help. You turn on the porch light. It illuminates not even a fraction of the dark and seemingly endless forest. It’s enough to show you what was causing the sounds though. A wide eyed deer is staring right at you. You squint your eyes, trying to see what was glimmering on its antlers. The thought crossed your mind that maybe it was your bracelet. You look down at your wrist… and surely enough it was. It was just a deer, right? You tried to talk yourself into opening the door and stepping outside to get it. As you turn the door knob, something else comes into the range of the porch light.

A wolf charges at the deer, biting at its legs and taking it down with ease. You turn away. The sounds are gruesome enough. You can hear the agonizing wail of the deer and the sound of its flesh being torn between the wolf’s teeth. You're caught off guard when you hear an innocent little bark from the otherside of the door. You turn around and there's the wolf. It sits sweetly at the door, wagging its tail. Your bracelet shimmers between its teeth. Some of the blood from the wolf's mouth drips onto it. This was a really stupid idea, but that bracelet was expensive. You open the door and bend down to take the bracelet from the wolf.

You reach your hand out cautiously. Just as you’re about to grab it, the wolf snaps at you, causing you to fall back in fear. It had pretended to bite you.. But it didn’t. It quickly shifts into a human man, now towering over you. You crawl backwards into the cabin, trying to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot.

“You sure ain't the sharpest one 'round here" the guy says. He welcomes himself in the cabin, casually closing the door behind him. His hands and face are spattered with blood. He reaches his hand down to you, his torn clothes showing off his muscular arms.

"What the hell is going on?" You reluctantly take his hand. His long, claw-like nails left little crescent shapes on your skin as he helped you up.

“You woulda been a goner had you went after that deer" his accent is thick like your friends. It sounded way hotter coming from him though.

"Why? Was it rabid?" he grinned like you were ignorant.

"No hun, that was a skinwalker" he called you hun like you've known each other for years. He looked cute with his wolf ears still poking out of the top of his head. You couldn't help but smile.

"Is calling me hun part of your southern hospitality agenda?" his ears twitched, telling you he didn't even realize he did it.

"Sure, you could say that. I guess it's really just a habit," he shrugs, making himself comfortable.

"So I guess all of the myths aren't really myths, huh?" You ask, a little paranoid.

"You'd be right there. I can understand not knowing the difference between a deer and a not-deer, but c'mon, you opened the door to take a bracelet from a wolf !" He sighed, teasing your ignorance.

"You were sitting there wagging your tail like a little puppy! How could I not?" He blushed.

”First of all, I am by no means a little puppy” he scoffed with an attitude. He walked over to the fridge as if he had been here before. He pulls out a glass bottle of whiskey, downing it with ease.

“Want a drink?” he offers, holding out the bottle.

“No thanks, you southerners drink strong alcohol. Plus you're covered in blood” You're a bit grossed out, but you can't deny that he was attractive.

“Alright, well I'm going to bed, see ya tomorrow” You were caught off guard by him. He put the alcohol back in the fridge and walked upstairs.

“Wait- you're staying?”

“Yeah, I stay here all the time” You blushed from his casual demeanor. He smiles at you before going into one of the two bedrooms.

Seungmin was looking out the window, taking in the familiar soundings. He didn't flinch when he heard you close the bedroom door across from him. What did catch his attention though, was a new smell seeping through the cracks of the door. His ears stood up as the smell grew stronger.

Quietly, he got up and left his room. He listened to you from outside of your door. Your breathing was erratic and he heard quiet but constant movement. Could you be doing what he was thinking?

Southern hospitality was his thing. It would only be kind of him to offer his help. He opened the door carefully, silently letting himself slip in. The moonlight coming through the window softly illuminated your features. You were too deep in your act to realize he was standing there watching you fuck yourself.

“Need some help?” he asked, drawing you from your trance. You sat up in a panic.

“What the hell? Why are you in here?”

“I could smell you. Then I heard you. Sounds like you could use some help.” His voice is casual and soft. You're lost for words. The whole situation was weird… but intriguing.

“I don't even know your name”

“Seungmin, nice to meet ya” He steps closer, now in front of you. He reaches his hand out to shake yours. You take the one you know you didn't fuck yourself with to shake his hand.

“It would only be right for me to offer my help to a pretty girl like you… ya know, that southern hospitality you were talkin bout” You blush at his comment. After some quick contemplating you agreed to let him help you with little convincing.

“Fine… I guess I could use some help” He smirks, pleased with your reply. He prowls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He puts his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles back and forth. Your body was already sensitive from a moment ago and you were extremely reactive. All of which was to his liking. He boldly ran his hand up your thigh, approaching your core. Seeing you react so much boosted his ego.

“Gonna spread you like a feast, hun” he gets off of the bed. He uses his hands to part your legs and kneels down. Your pants come off in a heartbeat, leaving Seungmin to stare at your sopping folds. Your scent was addictive and he could already feel his cock straining to be let out.

He helped lay you back, spreading your legs so you were still on display for him. He was hovering over you, weight shifted to the left so his right hand could run up your thigh and onto your hip. You let your hands explore him as well. Mindlessly, they ran up his torso. You could feel every muscle and the way they shifted as he moved. Your hands found their place on his strong, rounded shoulders. He leaned over you, lowering himself so he could get a taste of your lips. His ears twitched with satisfaction.

You moaned into the kiss. He smirked against your lips. His hand traveled between your legs, lightly sweeping across your exposed pussy. He tauntingly drags his fingers through your folds before he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

Seungmin was more than happy to kneel back down on the floor before you. He pushed your legs apart and his lips quickly latched onto your sensitive clit. He moaned at your taste, sending vibrations through your body. He wasted no time and shoved two fingers in your slick hole, fucking you while he ate you out. He groaned pleasurably at the sound of your wet hole smacking as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. He seemed like he couldn't get enough. He rotated his wrist around, curling his fingers inside of you.

Your hips jerked against your will. The pleasure he was bestowing on you was too immense. His tongue moved in swift, wet circles on your bud. He sucked ever so lightly on it. His fingers found a steady and fast pace to pump inside of you at. Your hips rolled in beautiful synchronization.

He was desperate, ravaging you like a starving man. He rutted his own hips against the bed frame, any friction was good friction. The sounds you two made mixed harmoniously along with the squeaking of the floor and the bed. His pace quickened and he started faltering with his rhythm. He was getting close. He knew you were too, so he doubled his efforts. His moans quickly turned into aching whines. Shockwaves shot through your body. He felt you clenching around him. He felt you shudder under his touch. He kept going. Seungmin wanted to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. When your pussy throbbed around his finger, it snapped the knot in his own stomach. He released his load in his pants.

When you went still, he pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. Not a drop of your essence wasted. He stood up, legs weak from his own high.

“Horny pup couldn't wait huh?” You teased him.

“I did all of that just for you to bully me?” He pouted playfully. You smiled, finding him adorable. His face was soaked in your juices and he loved every second of it. You wipe the drop forming at his chin.

“Just admit it,” you say. You reach your hands out to scratch behind his ears. “You're a little pup”

He smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I guess”

“Let's get you cleaned up, hun” you used his nickname for you and he chuckled in response. You stood up, taking Seungmin to the bathroom. He followed happily. He didn't waste time and was almost immediately naked as soon as you went in. You followed suit, taking off anything you were still wearing. He prepared the shower to his liking. He stepped in first, then took your hand so you could get in. Your hair cascaded smoothly down your back and Seungmin knew then that he had to redeem himself. He came way too early that first time.

For Junhan's version of the Bloodshed Series what do we want?

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