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the interpretation of dreams - knj

unexpressed emotions will never die - the interpretation of dreams, sigmund freud

summary- he’s the man of your dreams, the an you’ve spent over 6 years pining over.  and he’s also your Ph.D. mentor and in charge of your very future.

word count- 13.8k

pairing- namjoon x reader, background jikook

rating- 18+

genre- oneshot, smut, fluff

warnings- dom/sub undertones, penetrative sex, oral sex (m.f. receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be like this! pls), creampie, impreg kink I guess if u squint?, dirty talk, praise kink x 100, joon is a soft!dom, wants to praise u forever and ever, finger sucking, sluttybff!jimin, casual and consenting name-calling, jimin calls u bitch a lot but its ok, daddy kink lmao.

a.n- namjoon in glasses breaks me everytime.  i had to get this out here bc that man gets me too hot.  also, word of caution, in real life don’t fuck your Ph.D. mentor, lmao it will not end well

Grad school was hard enough without harboring a massive, supreme, gargantuan crush on your mentor.  

You weren’t sure why the universe had conspired against you.  You were doing everything right.  You stayed in school, got great grades, never disobeyed your parents, graduated with honors from high school, graduated cum laude in college, and were well into your third year of a prestigious, world-renowned Ph.D. program for psychology.

So why the absolute fuck did the universe place you, little old you, with the hottest dissertation mentor, professor, and male specimen, the absolute ultimate dream come true, Prince Charming himself, Dr. Kim Namjoon?  For all 5 years of your program!  Weren’t you allowed some saving graces in your life?  Some sort of a break? 

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mightve put a lil too much time into this

forfeit (3tan) (m) | myg

title: forfeit (m) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: something is up with yoongi. note: alright, y’all. i won’t say much here, other than thank you. thank you all endlessly for the support that you’ve shown me and this series thus far. it’s been one heck of a ride, and a huge part of that is bc of all of you. i will leave the rest of my mushy thoughts for the end bc the wait for this has been long enough!  note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, read the other parts first! it will all make more sense. lastly, this chapter wasn’t beta’d bc i wanted it to be a surprise for everyone!  warnings: pov switch (just one), cursing, house party, yoongi in glasses<33, angst, choking, crying, pen*tration, studio talk, jk is here and he is blond lmao, BRO REVEAL FINALLYYY, hair/head pulling, hitting from the back, protected s*x, uhhhhhhh 34+35 l o l, oral (f/m rec), rough s*x, kissing (yes, this is a warning and i’m warning u that it’s a warning), a struggle, spanking, assss play, yoongi is rude, overthinking, did i say angst?, alcohol, weed mention, spitting, manhandling, cowgirl, the chains!! stay!! on!!, body worship, obligatory ‘yoongi on the phone’ warning :)) drop date: october 25th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 22.6k holy hell

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Minho + Melanie Martinez = Perfection.

DOLLHOUSE (18+!)

Day 5 of CHRISTMAS EVEL (05/12/22) // Melanie Martinez - Dollhouse

SYNOPSIS: It seems hopeless. The destiny you've been put in drains out your last remaining energy and the pain grows with every day you're caught in this arranged marriage.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst, arranged marriage

WORD COUNT: 3.6K

CONTENT INFO: minho x afab! reader, husband!minho, established relationship (well, legally), tsundere!minho (my favourite hehe), both their families are rich and they had to marry for financial/business reasons

CONTENT WARNING: arranged marriage, minho is cold and distant

SMUT WARNING: switch!minho, switch!reader, it's their first time together, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don't be stupid), choking (m receiving), praise kink, slight insecurities, name calling (baby, darling)

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.

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When you were younger, winter used to be your favourite season. Endless snowflakes coating the roofs of the city, smoke exhaling your lungs due to the cold, hot drinks heating you up from the inside and the best part – ice skating.

But the older you got, the more this romanticised idea of the freezing months vanished away, just like a snowman once the first spring sunbeams hit him. Still, it’s always been an escape for you, the time of the year in which you could feel like your true self.

However, all this changed this December. It’s not only that climate change prevents the snowflakes from falling and landing in your city, but also the general atmosphere. You’re doomed. It’s as if destiny decided to make you pay for all the mistakes your parents made.

It all started with your father making the worst decisions financially, resulting in your family’s once successful company becoming insolvent, now near the edge of bankruptcy. You don’t blame him, you understand there was no other possibility and you get where he’s coming from.

So, here you are now, three months into a marriage with your family’s rival's son, knowing he didn’t want all this either and will probably leave you as soon as you grant him an heir. But that’s the next dilemma – as much as you’ve tried, you just can’t get intimate with him. Whenever you think of it, the insecurities crawl back, making you believe he’s just doing it to get rid of you. As weird as it sounds, but that’s in the contract. He’s only allowed to divorce you, once you grant him a, preferably male, heir.

That’s the reason you’ve been avoiding him whenever he’s made a move on you – your fear of him abandoning you after getting closer. That’s the reason you didn’t sleep with him on your wedding night and fled from every attempt after that.

But it has still played with your mind for the past twelve weeks now. There’s no way you’ll allow him that – even though he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of him on lonely nights.

But, in conclusion, as much as you want to end this marriage as well, you’re not going out of it with a child to raise on your own. There’s nothing Minho would be able to do, to trick you into thinking he cares about you.

♡

“You did what?” You ask your husband, not quite believing what he said.

He lets out a chuckle, “I know it’s a big surprise but I’ve been working on it for some weeks now– or rather the people I pay for preparing it. Whenever you’re ready to see it, just let me know.”

Surprise, yeah, as if. You’re dumbfounded. It feels as if the world has moved upside down. “Why would you do that, Minho?” You need to ask, you have to. This all just sounds as if his guilty conscience called and he wants to make up for the past three months of being a husband that’s even colder than what the temperatures outside used to be.

“It’s a start, okay? Just think of it as an approach from my side.” You can’t trust him, even if you tried. Such a big gift out of nowhere? And he sees you struggling to believe him. “Or think of it as an early Christmas gift, alright? You don’t even have to thank me for it or ever talk about it again, just please, let me show you first.”

You nod, deciding to give in now, “Yeah, okay.” 

Approaching the stairs in your huge house, Minho Leads the way downstairs into the basement. You’re rarely here, mostly because of the general atmosphere this level gives you. Entering the room that had used to be an empty space for future storage, you step into something your dreams are made of.

Impossible, you think, there’s no way he remembered.

Standing in front of the small but pretty ice rink, you think you’re about to lose your mind. He’s turned the useless room into this?! Your mouth agape, you wander around, squatting to let your fingers hover over the white floor, realising it’s actual ice.

“There’s another gift for you, Y/N,” Minho announces, making you turn your head around. “You can’t go ice skating without fitting skates, right?” Possibly, you’ll need an appointment at the orthodontist soon judging the fact your jaw dropped once again.

“No way,” you murmur, taking a few steps towards him. “Come on, put them on.” You nod, getting rid of your slippers and just when you align your foot with the shoes, Minho drops down to his knees to help you. It still seems so forced, that's why you say, “I can put them on myself.”

Contrary to your remark, Minho still continues, until you snap, “Just stop it. Why are you acting like that?!” Your husband scoffs, before he gets up from the floor again. “Can’t I be kind to my spouse now, huh?” Crossing your arms in front of your chest like a fed up toddler, you reply, “Stop acting, okay. I know what you’re trying to do.”

Minho blinks a few times, feeling as if he’s caught inside a bad movie. “What are you implying?” You sigh, you gaze directed on the ground. “You’re just trying to be all romantic so I will sleep with you– I know you’re thinking about making your way out of this contract but three months?!”

It’s Minho’s turn to scoff now. “Okay, you will listen to me now, okay?” His voice is strict but he’s not loud in the slightest, all just absolutely serious. You’ve never seen him like this before but he’s making your knees feel like jelly in an instant.

“First of all,” he begins, as his fingers catch your chin, making you look up at him, “stop assuming stuff. You’re the most attractive person on this planet for me and if you’ll ever allow me to touch you, it wouldn’t be just to get out of this contract, okay?”

You nod, just a little bit, since he’s still holding your head in place. “Second, why would you think I’m trying to get out of this marriage as soon as possible? Of course, it’s not the romantic relationship you’ve been hoping for but let me tell you– when our parents agreed on this, I found myself to be the happiest man alive.”

It doesn’t make sense. None of this. “Then why are you so fucking cold all the time? Have you sold your soul to the devil or what?!” Minho smirks, finding joy in annoyance. “Because I thought you hate me– you seem to do, judging how you always avoid my presence. I’m a reserved person in general, okay? It’s not easy for me, interacting with other’s especially when they’re so beautiful.”

You can’t believe it – a man as cold as Minho, even more freezing than the ice rink he’s built for you, manages to melt tiny bits of your heart. “Are you for real?” You don’t seem to be able to word it better. “I am. I promise, Y/N. I may seem cold but I’m not cruel. Please don’t blame my social incompetence, I do however apologise for the way I’ve been treating you these past weeks.”

Your eyes find his. “For now I will believe you, Minho. But you know that actions matter more than words, right?” Minho nods, “I know, I will make up for every second I’ve been this way.” One chance won’t kill you, right?

“I know a way,” you say, smirking when an idea comes to your mind. Minho looks at you surprised, unaware what you’re implying. “I hope you’ve bought a pair of skates for you as well?”

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You believe you’ve seen Minho smile once before – it was when you visited his parents together on Halloween and he played with the cats that are still living there.

And it’s not comparable to the way he’s looking at you right now. His eyes are filled with joy, the corners of his mouth meeting his ears and a red blush tinting his face, whenever he falls down again.

“You’re getting better at it,” you compliment him, once he reaches for your hand in order to get up – once again. “Stop lying, I’m the worst.” You giggle, unable to hide the fact you’ve sugarcoated his… skills. “You just need some practice, alright?” Minho sighs but still manages to stand on his feet again.

“Try skating my way, you’ve got this,” you say, spreading your arms wide as you await him. “I will catch you, if you fall, I promise.” Minho nods, feeling his heartbeat increasing. The past twelve weeks feel almost forgotten. He’s never believed the tension between the both of you would turn into something like this – comfort.

So, he puts one foot in front of the other, sliding into your direction, as he glides over the ice surface. He manages to pass one meter, getting closer to you already and just when he seems to arrive at his destination, he trips, falls into your arms and makes the both of you stumble onto the ground.

As if you’re in the most cliché k-drama you’ve ever watched, Minho is towering over you now, his face only separated from yours by a thin layer of air. Once the giggling about his clumsiness subsides, Minho finds his eyes flickering down to your lips and even though he’s imagined that moment of your wedding kiss to repeat, he’s never thought he’d get so shy once the opportunity is given.

But you’re faster than him, grabbing his face with your hands and aligning his lips with yours. It feels so much better than the kiss back then, so natural as if your mouth has touched his own a thousand times before. You’re instantly getting lost in the feeling, as if the world around you disappears, when he licks over your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Soon, his tongue finds yours, rhythmically dancing together, whilst you try to pull him even closer, even though it’s impossible. He feels so oddly warm against you, his body heating you up, as you forget that you’re literally lying on an ice surface. His mouth moves with yours, saliva mixing together while you taste him and you instantly know he’ll become your favourite flavour.

To any outstanding person it’d be ridiculous. The man who’s been nothing but ignoring you for the past twelve weeks is honest for once – or at least it seems so – gifting you something proving he's listened to you when talking about your interests and engages in that and you're forgetting about all the harm he’s put on you emotionally?

Well, it’s not ridiculous if you think about the fact you’ve liked Minho before that arrangement was brought up. The position that both have been put in is what really drifted you apart. Every night since that wedding you’ve been praying for the both of you to become friends again or at least acquaintances, something that doesn’t feel like enmity and secretly Minho has been wishing the same.

No, not everything’s forgotten but you’ll allow him that moment, you’ll allow him to guide you true these movements because it’s what you truly desire the most and it’s about time to listen to your heart for once instead of your brain that just keeps overthinking and overreacting.

“You wanna go somewhere… warmer?” Minho asks now, hoping it doesn’t come off as too demanding, scaring you off is the last thing he wants. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you say and opposite to his worries you don’t hesitate. In an instant, Minho gets up and offers you his hand, helping you stand on your feet again.

A few seconds later, he’s carrying you bridal style – as he wanted to do back then at your wedding night – leaving the basement with you before you both enter the living room again. “Where do you want me, Minho?” You decide to ask now but his face immediately tenses, making you second guess your question.

“Do you really want this? W-We don’t have to– I don’t want you to think I just did all this to get you to– you know.” He’s the shy one now and you adore it, sensing your last doubts finally vanishing away. “I believe you, Minho.” Your husband hastily nods, as he’s standing in the middle of the room all awkwardly and still holding you.

“Minho,” you begin again, “would you bring me to the bedroom?” And so he does. Once you’re at your destination, he softly lays you on the mattress, before he’s hovering over you again, just like he did on the ice rink a few minutes ago. You’re taking the initiative now, placing your lips on his jawline, as you pull him closer to you by his neck.

Minho feels the butterflies levitating inside his stomach, as he lets out a muffled moan, still keeping his lips pressed together. “Don’t be shy,” you tell him, deciding to take the upper hand in this – you’re not ready to completely give in, totally submit with the drama he’s put you through. “You’re so pretty like this, you know?”

Your husband blushes at the compliment, his cheeks tinting in a beautiful red shimmer and when your hand seizes around his throat, slightly applying pressure to the sides, he lets out another groan, this time making sure to not hide, his volume increasing by countless levels.

Taking a mental note of what he enjoys, you make your way down his neck, already fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until he presents his torso to you. Minho has always been a private person, not only regarding his social interactions but physical openness as well – resulting in you never seeing him without clothes on, up until now.

You don’t care, you have to let out a gasp, completely dumbfounded by his beauty. “You’re… wow,” you whisper. “Like what you see?” Minho asks all cheesy, getting some of his confidence back. You gulp, as your eyes find his own, filled with lust and turned into a shade of black you’ve never witnessed on him before. 

Faster than you’re able to reply, his mouth is already attached to your neck now, making his way down as one of his hands disappears underneath your shirt. Hovering your bra over your breasts, he starts massaging one of them, slightly pinching one of the buds, as his lips make their way south.

It’s your time now to moan out in pleasure, his name spilling from your lips for the first time and that’s enough recognition for him to suggest, “Let me– please, allow me to make you feel good, darling.” You instantly nod, pulling your clothing over your head, your chest now on full display for him and he’s the one to gasp now.

“Fucking beautiful– I’m an idiot for letting you wait that long.” His hand gets back to work and the abandoned side gets attention now too, his tongue circling around your other nipple. Squeezing your thighs together, somehow hoping a little friction will help you with the sensation between your legs, your hand finds the back of his head.

Minho moans against your hardened, wet bud, making sure to smear his saliva over your tits and you’re surprised about it – you’ve always thought he’s more of an ass guy?

“You can make up for it now,” you whisper, letting your head fall back in satisfaction. His hands are fast, finding the hem of your jeans, busy fumbling with the belt. Once he’s freed the metal loops from one another, the fabric slides down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

Minho chuckles once his eyes come across the wet patch on the fabric, two of his fingers brushing over it, before he attaches a long stripe with his tongue, tasting you through your panties. “Fucking delicious, baby.” A smirk is plastered all over his face, as he entangles his arms around your thighs, making you spread them for better access.

“Min– don’t be such a tease,” you order now, hiding your face behind the palms of your hands, as you feel your whole body getting hotter. “Nah, baby, I’m making the rules here tonight, okay? Let me make up for all the missed time and treat you like the princess you are.”

Fuck. You’re doomed.

“Okay– please, Minho, touch me.” And so he does, helping you out of the remaining clothes, as you lie there now completely naked. His arms still holding your legs in place, his fingers softly massaging the flesh of your thighs and his mouth wandering down from your belly to your mound – it leaves you breathless, it’s as if your lungs have suddenly forgotten how to take in oxygen and the only way to survive is to allow him to make you feel good.

Minho does exactly this, a few kitten licks circling around your sensitive bundle of nerves, smearing your own liquids all over your folds with his tongue. You cry out his name, as if it’s the only two syllables you’ve ever learnt in your life and your husband chuckles against your wetness, his tongue darting deeper and deeper until he decides to replace it with two of his fingers at once.

“Gonna prepare you, darling, you’ll need it,” he smirks again, once he looks up at your fucked out face for a second. The thrusting of his digits makes your head fall back and in an instant his tongue finds your clit again, pleasuring just the way you like, as if he’s granted you this sensation a million times before.

You’re close, embarrassingly close and Minho feels it, he feels it by the way your walls are soaking him in, clenching around him. “Min– please, s-so– fuck,” you cry out again. “Hm, what is it? Feels so good you’ve forgotten how to word a simple sentence, huh?”

He absolutely enjoys your helplessness but decides against teasing you more, regarding the growing erection inside his pants.

“Hmm, good– so good,” you let out.

That’s enough praising your husband needs, before he decides to speed up his movements, his tongue working wonders on your clit and with one last whimper and him curling his fingers in an angle it makes him graze over that velvety spot inside you, you can’t help but cum all over him.

Minho helps you ride out your high, almost overstimulating you, as he still keeps your legs – at least one of them – in place, your muscles shaking like crazy. Once you’ve come down again, you open your eyes and they find his own, before your gaze flickers down to his hands.

He licks your essence of his fingers, before they find his pants, sliding them down in an instant. The fabric gets thrown on the floor, landing on the rest of the discarded clothing and his boxers follow soon.

Oh, he didn’t lie. You’re glad about the preparation now. His tip is leaking precum, still, Minho decides to spit in his hand, spreading the saliva over his length before he aligns himself with your entrance. “You ready?” He asks one last time. You nod, “Yes, please keep going.”

“I love the way you’re always asking so nicely, darling,” is the last thing he says, before entering you.

He fills you so deliciously, fits inside your walls so perfectly, as if you were made for each other, as if he’s fucked you like this a billion times before.

“Fuck– you’re so big– you feel so good inside me,” you compliment him again, knowing by now it’s exactly what gets him going. Minho knows he won’t last long – after all it’s been some time and the fact you’ve been swaying your hips in front of his eyes for the past twelve weeks hasn’t made it any easier.

His thrusts are already getting sloppier and for a second he fears you’ll be disappointed in him, the fact that he will blow after a few minutes when it’s the first time the both of you are sleeping together makes him feel insecure, almost pathetic.

But you sense it, you sense his worries, that’s why you reassure him, “Whenever you’re ready, Min– you can let go whenever.” Once you realise this isn’t enough, you place a kiss on his cheek, before you say, “Y-You’re gonna cum all over me, hm? Mark my body with your seeds, huh? I bet I’d look so pretty–“

You don’t get to finish your sentence, since Minho is already close, pulling his cock out of you and giving it a few last strokes, before his hot white spurts land all over your stomach and pussy. 

“Fuck–“ he says, once he’s milked himself empty, “you do look even prettier that way, unbelievable.”

Minho collapses next to you, the weight of the mattress shifting underneath him, before he says, “I meant it by the way. I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused and I wanna make up for it. I’ve wanted to come true with this– I’m not someone who plays pretend, if I wanted a fake happy family I would buy a dollhouse– but I’m glad I can finally be honest and confess that I adore your presence.”

You giggle, starting to play with his hair, “I know. I hope we can grow together, I believe in us, Minho. And– don’t worry, I know of a way how you can make up for it.”

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