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Based on a series of asks I received last week here, here and here

I hate you guys for ruining my mind :’) 

Warning: graphic Jungkook smut and a ridiculous fuck or die theme

Word Count: 10,050

“Miss ___, you will be in room 23,” the chirpy receptionist informs you once she scans your ID, “Your partner is already waiting for you in there.”

You bow deeply at her, “Thank you so much. Is there anything I have to sign?”

“Nope! I already have all of your consent forms and you can provide your payment afterwards. It depends on how many sessions you and your partner opt for.”

“Oh, I see. That’s fine.”

“It says in our system that you are a returning customer, but I am legally obligated to inform you that we will do our best to keep your privacy, but if anything dangerous is to occur to you during the session, we have tracers in your bloodstream monitoring your heart rate, blood pressure, and arousal levels. If you are physically attacked in anyway that results in external or internal damage of any form, we will have our staff check on you immediately. Do you agree to these conditions?”

You wince at the thought of anyone walking in on you in the middle of sex, but you have no choice. You nod, “Yes, of course.”

“Great!” Her mouth breaks into a wide smile, “There are various different lubes in the bathroom. Feel free to use them as you please!”

You flush at her statement, “Thank you.”

“Enjoy your session!” The receptionist pauses for a second, glancing around the room, then her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “By the way, I heard that your partner is rated 9.8.”

Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, “9.8?!” you repeat in utter astonishment. You’ve never heard of anyone rated above a 8 before, let alone 9.8. “What? Are you serious? But that means he’s entirely out of my league! Are you sure this is okay?”

She simply grins at you, “The system doesn’t lie. Have fun, miss.”

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SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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© httpjeon 2020. do not repost, modify, or translate.

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Taehyung's your roommate - you get along fine, you do your own thing and stay out of each others' way. Your relationship works perfectly the way it is, you don't want or need anything more out of it.

Pairing: Taehyung x F! reader, Yoongi x F! reader

Word count: 11k

Genre: College AU, smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, swearing

You’re standing in a corner of the kitchen of the house party you’re at with your roommate Taehyung. 

You’re aware of the looks you’re attracting. Taehyung’s hot when he’s lounging around half-dressed in your living room, but fully dressed? When he’s made an effort? 

He’s devastating. 

Dark hair, dark brows often drawn together when he’s looking at someone, like they’re a puzzle he’s dying to work out, lips curled in a smirk. 

He dresses carefully, even for hastily thrown together house parties, but even the loosest of shirts don’t hide his broad shoulders, the lines of his torso tapering to hips that he knows how to move. 

Your roommate’s a sexy man. 

You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself, especially today, when your hair’s doing what you want it to and your eyeliner’s sharp enough to cut glass. 

Together, you draw attention, and you’ve taken full advantage of it in the past. 

Your shared apartment with Taehyung has two bedrooms, set on opposite ends of a hallway with your living room in between, which is just as well. You’ve got no desire to hear your sexy roommate’s pillow talk, nor for him to hear you getting off with your man of choice. 

Taehyung sips his drink and tilts his head at you. 

‘I might go early,’ he tells you. ‘I haven’t even started Monday’s assignment.’ 

‘You’ve got the weekend,’ you say, easy. 

‘I don’t want to lose tomorrow too,’ he says, shrugging. ‘You don’t need me, anyway.’ 

You’re distracted by the arrival of the basketball team. ‘Hmm?’ 

Taehyung dips close enough for his breath to tickle your ear. You lean back, startled. You rarely touch each other, you know some friends do but you’re not a touchy person and you didn’t think Taehyung was either. 

‘Now that I have your attention,’ he says pointedly, rolling his eyes, ‘I’m gonna go. Say ‘hi’ to Yoongi for me. Don’t fuck in communal spaces.’ 

‘Stay for a bit,’ you plead, grabbing his shirt as he turns away. 

Taehyung looks down at your hand. ‘Pick up brunch for us tomorrow and I’ll wing you.’

‘Deal,’ you say. 

You both turn as you’re approached by Kim Namjoon, basketball captain and the most promiscuous man you know.

‘Hey,’ he says, leaning against the counter, dimpling at you. 

‘Hi Namjoon,’ you say. 

Taehyung raises a brow as Namjoon acts like he’s interested in your drink.

You’re about to offer Namjoon a sip when there’s a huff of breath, then a gravelly voice.

‘Y/N, Tae,’ Min Yoongi says, nodding to both of you in greeting.

‘Hi Yoongi,’ you say. You smile at him, and he gives you a long look that makes you feel flushed, warm.

Kim Namjoon captains the basketball team, but Yoongi’s the only person you ever watch on the rare occasion you find yourself at a game. 

He’s ethereal, with his beautiful skin and dark eyes, and his hands and forearms have featured in all your nastiest fantasies.

You have needs, and tonight, you want Yoongi to see to them.

Taehyung’s already hustling Namjoon away, throwing you a smirk over his shoulder as he leaves you with Yoongi.

Yoongi watches you take a sip of your drink.

‘Want some?’ you ask, tipping your plastic cup towards him.

Yoongi says, cool, so confident you can already feel yourself melting at his feet, ‘yeah.’

He downs what's in your cup and sets it down on the counter.

‘Let me get you a better drink,’ he says, hanging his head, looking up at you, lips curled in a smirk.

You wonder what his lips might feel like on you.

‘I have wine at mine,’ you say, bold.

He keeps looking at you, smile playing on his lips. 

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you say.

Yoongi tilts his head. ‘Lead the way.’

***

Yoongi’s got your skirt hiked up, panties by your ankles, and his mouth on your cunt. 

He licks another stripe along your folds, slow, deliberate.

You reach up, grasp his forearm.

He snickers, following it up with another long slow lick.

‘You want my fingers?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ you plead. ‘Want you.’

You’re arched back against your headboard, trying not to scream when there’s a knock at your door.

‘Hey,’ Taehyung calls through the door. ‘You ok?’

Yoongi looks up from where he’s poised over your cunt, sees your hands covering your own mouth.

‘We’re good, bro,’ he answers, sliding his fingers into you.

Your mouth opens to moan, and Yoongi’s other hand comes up to cover your mouth. 

Taehyung knocks again, more insistent this time.

‘I want to hear you, Y/N. Are you all right?’

Yoongi’s fingers start moving in and out of you as he shrugs and uncovers your mouth.

‘Yeah,’ you say, trying not to moan again. ‘I’m good, Tae, thanks for checking.’

Taehyung says, ‘Yeah. I’m in my room if you need anything.’

‘Damn,’ Yoongi murmurs as you hear Taehyung walking away. ‘You guys look out for each other like that a lot?’

You whimper as Yoongi shoves his jeans down, moves on top of you.

‘Can’t be too careful,’ you say, breathless.

Yoongi’s unrolling a condom on his pretty dick, nudging into you slowly.

He groans as he eases into you, letting out a breath when he’s all the way in.

You clench around him helplessly, the stretch of him’s so damn good you could come from this alone.

Yoongi rolls his hips, grinding, hitting you so deep you see stars behind your eyelids every time he thrusts.

‘You good?’ he asks. He’s genuinely waiting for an answer, and your heart flutters a little when you realise.

‘Yeah,’ you affirm, smiling up at him.

Yoongi stares at you for a moment, mutters something that sounds like ‘so fucking pretty’, that you would ask him to repeat if he wasn’t fucking you so well.

You cry his name as you come, tightening around his cock.

‘Good girl,’ praises Yoongi, the gravel in his voice somehow both sexy and soothing.

His thrusts slow, his rhythm changes, and he groans ‘baby, fuck, fuck!’ as he comes.

He pulls out, ties off the condom and tosses it with a careless flick into your bin.

‘All in the wrist,’ you comment. 

Yoongi, now flat on his back on your bed, arm over his face, chuckles. 

‘You’re an idiot.’

Then, he sits up, scanning your face like he’s worried he’s upset you.

‘I’m just teasing you,’ he tells you.

You’re already getting up to use the bathroom. 

‘I know, Yoongi,’ you reply. ‘Want some water?’

‘I should get going,’ he says.

You shrug. ‘You can stay if you want.’

‘I’ve got basketball in the morning,’ he replies.

‘Sure,’ you say.

You walk him out, bid him goodbye at the door.

There’s crockery rattling in the kitchen, Taehyung’s smoky tenor caressing the notes of a jazz classic.

You stop in the doorway to listen.

Taehyung’s got a stunning voice, the first time you came back early from classes and heard him, you’d thought it was a recording.

He turns his head, spots you, doesn’t miss a beat.

You pour yourself a glass of water and take a seat at the kitchen counter.

Without asking, Taehyung lays a bowl in front of you, chopsticks together angled at a skew. 

‘Thanks,’ you say, gratefully. 

You eat quietly as Taehyung sings. The song segues into another, words crooned low over the tinkling of an accompanying piano. 

He joins you at the counter eventually with his own bowl.

‘You good?’ he asks.

You have a sudden flashback to Yoongi buried inside you, asking the same.

You give Taehyung a half-smile.

‘Yeah good.’

‘How come Yoongi didn’t stay?’ Taehyung asks.

‘He said he had basketball in the morning,’ you reply. 

You don’t want it to sting but it does. 

Taehyung shrugs. ‘Maybe you’re just not that interesting out of bed,’ he says, deadpan.

‘Yeah,’ you agree, just as deadpan.

‘It’s probably more that he’s an idiot,’ Taehyung continues. 

You shrug. 

‘Wanna watch TV, Tae?’

‘Yeah. Go set it up and I’ll bring us ice cream.’

You’re curled up in your corner of the couch, blanket pulled over you, when Taehyung enters.

He hands you a tub and a spoon and settles in his corner. 

‘Are you really ok?’ he asks, not looking at you.

‘Yeah.’

You wait for him to say something else, but he just hums. 

Predictably, he’s asleep before the opening credits have even finished, but his presence is comforting all the same.

***

You’re at the diner with Taehyung the next morning when he says, ‘don’t look now, your fuckboi’s here with his teammates.’

You grimace. ‘Think they might not see us?’

Taehyung says, ‘he’s heading over here.’

You don’t have time to ask who before Min Yoongi’s standing by your booth.

‘Hey,’ he says, tilting his head at you.

You smile at him, grateful you’d at least taken the time to do your skincare this morning before coming out.

‘Hey Yoongi.’

‘Can I get your number?’ he asks.

You reel off your digits, voice steady even though your heart’s beating triple speed.

‘Ok,’ Yoongi says. The tip of his tongue pokes through his lips briefly, and your phone vibrates in your pocket.

‘Can I call you later?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Sure,’ you say, light, casual.

Yoongi nods at Taehyung, and then he’s off.

You pick up a forkful of pancakes to give your hands something to do.

‘Guess you’re not that uninteresting after all,’ Taehyung teases.

‘Yeah, and guess he’s not that much of an idiot,’ you agree.

Taehyung laughs. ‘At least now you can stop sulking.’

You’d deny you were ever sulking but Taehyung knows you too well.

***

It’s another Friday night, and you have a date with Yoongi. It’s only a movie, but he’s picking you up and you’re excited and there’s that.

You’re pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen when Taehyung walks in.

‘Wow,’ you say, impressed.

Your roommate’s sharply styled tonight, his hair away from his face, shirt falling perfectly against his lean frame. The chain around his neck glints in the light as he moves. He smells good, fresh.

‘Wow yourself,’ he replies. ‘Date with Yoongi?’

‘Going to the movies,’ you tell him. ‘You?’

‘I’ve got a dinner date,’ he says. ‘We’ll probably come back here after.’

‘I’ll be out late,’ you say. ‘No sex in communal spaces.’

Taehyung laughs at the mantra you’ve got into the habit of tossing at each other instead of a goodbye, and waves as he leaves.

When the doorbell rings you hurry to open it.

Yoongi’s standing in your doorway, all longish dark hair and silver earrings, smile crooked.

‘Hey pretty girl,’ he says, like he practised it, and butterflies flutter in your stomach anyway, because you’ve always been a sucker for a compliment from a gorgeous guy. 

‘Hey,’ you say. You grab your keys off the hall table and step out. He doesn’t move back like you expected him to, so you end up pressed against him as you shut the door behind you.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

He smirks at you. 

‘I’d like popcorn,’ you say.

Yoongi slips his arm around your shoulders. 

‘Yeah? I’ll get you some,’ he promises. 

You lean into his chest as you head for the lifts. 

‘I heard the movie’s scary,’ he says, as you get into the lift. ‘Are you gonna hold my hand?’

‘I like horror movies,’ you tell him.

‘But what about me? I might get scared,’ he says.

‘Don’t worry, I can hold your hand at the scary parts.’

Yoongi says, ‘yeah?’

‘Promise,’ you say. 

Yoongi grins at you. ‘We’d better practice holding hands now.’

You have to laugh at his expression. You push at his chest lightly, but when his hand comes up to grasp yours, you don’t pull away.

***

By the time you and Yoongi get back from the movie, the living room is dark but the kitchen light’s on.

‘Want a drink?’ you offer. ‘I have beer.’

You enter the kitchen and are confronted with your roommate’s bare chest, sweats slung low around his hips.

He mumbles a greeting, turns to grab a cup, revealing scratch marks all over his back.

‘Fuck, are you ok? Your back.’

Taehyung’s grin is boxy, wide, reminding you why he has the reputation he has around campus.

He passes you a couple beers, cracks one open for himself. 

‘Gigi’s still here,’ he says. ‘I’ll see you in the morning. Brunch?’

‘Brunch,’ you agree. 

He tilts his beer at you in a toast, and saunters out.

You can hear him greeting Yoongi as he heads back to his room.

Yoongi raises a brow at you. ‘Is he high?’

‘Possibly,’ you reply. ‘Are you still scared from the movie? Do I need to hold your hand again?’

Yoongi nods so seriously you’re almost fooled.

He takes your hand and tugs you into your room, onto your bed.

‘What should we do now?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

Yoongi laughs, tugs gently at the strap of your dress with his teeth. 

He pulls down, letting the strap fall off your shoulder, exposing the top of your left breast.

He brushes his lips over your rounded flesh, tongue flicking between to lick, and you shiver.

‘Cold?’ Yoongi asks, watching you intently as he blows over your exposed nipple.

You can’t stop the moan from spilling out as he flicks your nipple with his tongue.

Yoongi’s breath is warm on your skin, like his palm as he slides it over your bare thigh, under your skirt. 

The tips of his long fingers brush between your legs, and you let out an involuntary hum. 

‘Yeah, you’re cold,’ Yoongi says, confident, decisive. 

He leans over you, pushing you down on the bed under him. ‘Come on, I’ll warm you up.’ 

Fuck, he does. 

***

You and Taehyung are halfway through your breakfast plates at the diner before you even speak to each other. 

‘If this place ever closes we’ll be fucked,’ Taehyung says, mouth full. 

‘You’ll be fucking regardless,’ you say, unable to resist. ‘But yeah, we need this place to stay open.’ 

‘Why does fucking make me so hungry?’ wonders Taehyung. ‘I don’t feel this hungry after the gym.’ 

You snort. ‘When do you ever go to the gym?’

‘Jungkook’s been dragging me there.’ 

Taehyung flexes his arm. ‘See? This definition isn’t just my natural shape.’ 

You pretend to squint. ‘What? You mean being a noodle-armed weakling isn’t natural to you?’ 

Taehyung looks at you, mouth in a straight line. ‘You mean being a short ass isn’t natural to you?’

‘Ha ha ha ha,’ you scowl. 

‘Gigi says she likes your style,’ Taehyung says, shoving another forkful of sausage into his mouth, chewing open-mouthed. 

‘Yeah? I like hers too, apart from her taste in fuckbuddies,’ you retort. 

‘She says you have a great ass.’ 

‘Oh my god, can you shut up and let me eat in peace,’ you grumble. 

‘Does Yoongi say anything about me?’ Taehyung asks. 

‘Yeah, he’s always asking if you’re high.’

Taehyung snorts. ‘Rich coming from a scrappy athlete with a bad reputation.’ 

‘He doesn’t have a bad reputation.’ 

‘Please. If he wasn’t the biggest fuckboy around you wouldn’t even be interested.’ 

‘What? I don’t just date fuckboys,’ you protest, weakly, trying to remember the last boy you actually dated. 

‘You live with me,’ Taehyung reminds you, rolling his eyes. 

‘You don’t have a bad reputa –’ 

You cut yourself off midsentence. ‘Yeah ok. And?’ 

‘And nothing. I like living with you. You’re easy.’ 

Your eyebrows lift and you toss a napkin at him. 

‘Easy to live with,’ Taehyung amends. 

He laughs. ‘Can you get the waitress’ attention, we’re gonna need more potato waffles.’

‘Get her yourself,’ you say. 

‘Don’t be mad,’ Taehyung coaxes. ‘I’m easy too.’ 

You look at the way he’s sitting, leaning back, legs spread wide in his grey sweats, the neck of his t-shirt so wide you can see all of his collarbones, and your fit of pique fades. 

‘I like living with you too,’ you say. 

You tip your juice towards him, and he brings his own drink forward to toast. 

‘To cheap breakfasts,’ he says. 

‘And easy lays,’ you reply. 

Taehyung’s grin flashes at you, the wide boxy grin he reserves for when he’s genuinely amused, and you can’t help but smile back. 

***

The thud that comes from the living room is muffled, like whoever made it is trying to be quiet. 

You’re only half awake, and falling back asleep again when you hear another sound, the thump of a knee against the edge of the sofa. 

You pick up your phone, squinting at the time. 

3am. 

You sit up. 

‘What are you doing, Tae?’ you mutter to yourself, getting up. 

You stumble to the living room, eyes trying to adjust to the dark. 

You can see him standing in the middle of the living room, and have a sense of unreality when you can hear a key in the front door. 

Realisation pierces through you, and you turn back to the intruder in your living room. 

Your mouth opens, and the intruder flees, heading straight for your balcony doors, which you’ve just noticed, are ajar. 

Taehyung walks in, startled to see you. 

‘Tae! There’s a man in our apartment!’ you blurt out. 

Taehyung and you rush for the balcony but by the time you get there there’s no trace of the man. 

‘Shit, the lock’s broken,’ Taehyung says. 

‘I’m gonna call the police,’ you tell him. 

‘Are you ok? What happened?’

Taehyung takes your arm.

‘Shit Tae, you smell like —’

Taehyung grimaces. ‘Yeah, sorry. The guys were going hard tonight.’

By the time you’ve made your report, Taehyung’s showered and made you both tea. 

‘I don’t think anything’s missing, all our stuff’s still here,’ you say. 

‘Yeah,’ Taehyung agrees. He shivers. ‘Sorry I wasn’t here.’

‘Fuck, that was scary,’ you say. Now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, you’re starting to feel sleepy. 

You glance at the balcony door. ‘What are we going to do about that?’ 

‘We should set a trap,’ Taehyung says, authoritatively. 

You glare at him. ‘Are you still high?’ 

‘Shit, not when you look at me like that,’ Taehyung replies. 

You sigh. ‘Go to bed, Tae.’ 

‘No, I can fix it,’ Taehyung insists. He goes to his room, and is gone for so long you’re about to go and check on him when he returns. 

‘What the fuck, Tae?’ 

Taehyung just raises an eyebrow at you. 

He walks over to the balcony doors, snaps them closed, and ties the handles together with the red silk ties he came out with, deftly. 

He tests the knots with an expertise you’re almost afraid to ask how he acquired. 

You find yourself smiling, reluctantly, for the first time since you woke up. 

‘Fucking hell, Kim Taehyung.’ 

Taehyung turns to you, completely straight-faced, apart from a tell-tale quiver of his lips. 

‘I have some left over,’ he tells you, feigning innocence. 

‘Fucking hell, Kim Taehyung.’ 

‘If you’re not feeling safe, I can sleep in your room with you, for tonight,’ he offers. 

‘Get the fuck out, Tae.’ 

‘I don’t have to bring my ropes.’ 

‘Shibari.’ 

‘Actually, it’s Kinbaku.’ 

Taehyung drops the ties on the couch and walks carefully around it. 

He puts a hand on your back. ‘Come on. I’ll walk you to your room, ok?’ 

Against your better judgement, you let him lead you to your bedroom. 

Taehyung pulls the covers back, helps you get settled in and rearranges them over you. 

Fully dressed, he lies on top of the covers next to you. 

‘Go to sleep,’ he says, rolling on his back, closing his eyes. 

His quiet, easy breathing fills the silence, and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

***

The sun’s setting, so you go out on your balcony to watch. It’s chilly still but more spring than winter.

Your heels rattle against the grate as you make your way to one of the garden chairs you and Tae picked up at the flea market when you first moved in together.

Yoongi’s coming to pick you up in a half hour, a proper date you think, you’re going to pick up food together before a house party.

The front door to the apartment opens, you can hear Taehyung humming to himself.

A moment later he’s peering out the balcony doors at you.

‘You look nice,’ he tells you.

You’re surprised by his compliment. ‘Thanks Tae Tae.’

‘Hot date with a fuckboy?’ Taehyung asks. He takes the seat across the balcony from you, long legs stretching out in between. He tilts his face up to the setting sun, and for a moment you admire the beauty of his profile, cast in rosy golds and brilliant orange.

Your roommate is genuinely one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met.

You realise he’s looking at you like he’s waiting for you to say something. 

‘Sorry,’ you say, smiling. ‘I got distracted by how pretty you look.’

Taehyung snorts. ‘You look pretty too. Your legs look as long as mine in those heels.’

You scoff. ‘Yeah, I’m as tall as you.’

You stand, and Taehyung stands too. 

For a moment you look up at his face.

Your hand reaches up to touch his shoulder but you veer off at the last minute.

You never touch him, really, but for some reason you want to, now.

Taehyung’s standing with his hands behind his back, face tilted down to yours.

His voice, when he says your name, is that low baritone you hear rumbling though the walls sometimes when he has someone in the bedroom with him.

More vibration than words.

Taehyung’s gaze is intent on you. 

The doorbell buzzes, and you step back, spell broken.

‘It’s probably Yoongi. Have a good night, Tae Tae.’

He’s already turning away.

***

Your friend Dahyun nudges you at the house party you ended up at. 

‘How are things with Yoongi?’

You shrug. ‘We’re still seeing each other. We just went to dinner before this.’

‘He took you to dinner? Good Christ, you’re practically married,’ Dahyun teases.

‘Got me dessert and everything,’ you deadpan.

She laughs. 

‘How’s Hobi?’ you ask.

‘He’s good,’ Dahyun replies. 

Dahyun’s been dating Hoseok on and off since first year. Personally, you’ve always liked him, he’s always treated her well and he’s always seemed kind hearted to you.

Speak of the devil.

Hoseok walks up to Dahyun and slides his arm around her waist with a possessiveness that makes you feel a pang of envy.

You can’t imagine Yoongi ever doing that to you.

It’s not that you don’t think he’d be proud to be seen with you, but he’s just not the kind of guy who’d want people to know his business.

You sip your drink as Hobi and Dahyun excuse themselves, probably to go make out in a dark corner.

It’s only when you get to the last mouthful that you realise how strong your drink is.

Shit. Why did you decide to wear these heels?

You teeter your way to the kitchen and nearly trip on a step.

There’s a warm hand on your arm, steadying you, Yoongi’s voice in your ear.

‘You ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you reply. 

‘I’m gonna go grab some food with Jimin and Namjoon, Jimin’s going through some shit.’

It takes you a moment to understand. 

‘Oh, ok. Sure.’

‘Can you get back home ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Sure.’

Yoongi looks at you a moment longer. 

‘I saw Taehyung here earlier, want me to see if I can find him for you?’

You straighten up. ‘Nah, I’m fine.’

Yoongi’s still got his eyes on your face. You’re glad it’s dark enough to hide how warm your face is.

You wave a hand, careless. ‘Don’t baby me, Yoongi.’

Yoongi snorts, but he leaves, casting a final glance at you before he exits with Jimin.

You wait a beat, then decide to look around for your friends.

You wander through the living room, spotting Hoseok and Dahyun cuddled up on one of the couches.

Near the stairs you spot Taehyung, leaning against the wall with a very tall girl with gorgeous hair draped over him.

He sees you, tilts his chin, his dark brows in a straight line, his expression unreadable.

You’re heading over to him when the girl undrapes herself and slinks towards the bathroom.

You stumble a little, and Taehyung reaches out to steady you.

‘Tipsy?’ he teases.

‘A bit,’ you confess. You slump against the wall next to him, trying to ignore the way the room’s spinning lazily.

‘I’m going home,’ you tell Taehyung.

‘Sure. Who’s taking you?’ Taehyung asks.

‘Taxi,’ you reply, waving your phone.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. ‘You can barely stand. Here, wait a bit, Tina and I will go with you.’

He pushes off the wall. ‘Stay here.’

‘Nah, I’m ok,’ you reply.

Taehyung just gives you a look.

‘I’m getting Tina, wait here.’

As soon as he disappears you look down at your phone. The screen’s all blurry. You swipe at it and give up, deciding it’s not your fault the screen’s wavy and swirly.

Shit.

You press back against the wall as some tall guy walks past. 

You vaguely recognise him as one of Yoongi’s teammates. Wonho? 

He stops next to you.

‘Hey, you’re Y/N, right?’ 

His voice is deep, not as deep as Yoongi’s or even Taehyung’s, but it’s got a pleasing mellow tone to it you like.

‘Yep,’ you say. You wish you could see his face better, but your eyes don’t seem to be working that well right now.

‘I like your dress,’ he says.

‘I don’t think it comes in your size,’ you tell him.

He laughs. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘Nah, I’m good,’ you say. 

‘Want to sit with me for a bit?’ he asks, leaning so close you can smell his shampoo. He smells good, but you think you’ve had enough.

Time to go home. 

‘I can’t sit in this dress,’ you inform him. ‘It’s too short.’

‘Shit, come and sit with me, I won’t look.’

He sounds like he’s flirting but you’re not really interested right now.

‘My roommate’s here. I need to find him,’ you say, apologetic.

You push off the wall and go off to search for Taehyung.

You just catch sight of him being dragged upstairs.

Damn.

Sighing, you try and pull out your phone, only to not be able to find it.

Double damn.

You find yourself at the door of the house, and decide there’s nothing for it. 

You’re going to have to walk home.

***

It’s still dark by the time you trudge the last few blocks home. 

You’ve sobered up some from walking around in the early morning chill, at least the pavement isn’t wavy anymore.

You pull your key out of your bag with cold hands,  and are trying to get your fingers to work enough to unlock the door, when it opens on its own.

‘What the fuck!’ Taehyung says. He grabs your arm and drags you inside.

You stare at him, uncomprehending. 

‘Where the fuck were you?’ Taehyung asks.

You realise he’s angry.

‘Uh?’ you mumble unintelligently.

You lean down to undo your heels and nearly tip over.

Taehyung catches you, helps you straighten up. 

‘You walked home like this? Are you stupid?’

You’re hurt at his tone.

‘What do you want, Tae?’ you ask tiredly.

You sit on the floor and start unbuckling your heels.

God, you’re sure they weren’t this difficult to get on. 

Taehyung makes an impatient sound and pushes your hands away.

You sit as he undoes your heels and pulls them off.

‘I told you to wait for me,’ he scolds. 

You glare at him, hoping the feeling returns to your feet soon so you can get up.

‘It’s dangerous to walk alone —- wait! Where the fuck are you going?’

You turn your head to look at him as you crawl away. 

‘Stop scolding me, my head hurts,’ you complain.

Taehyung sighs. 

Then he holds out a hand. ‘Come on, I’ll help you into bed.’

You give him your hand and nearly fall onto your face again.

Taehyung swears, then pulls you up. 

He’s stronger than he looks. Maybe he wasn’t lying about going to the gym with JK.

You mull this over as he helps you to your bedroom.

Taehyung deposits you on the bed. ‘Stay here.’

‘Ugh, get out,’ you complain as he heads for your dresser.

Taehyung rummages through your top drawer and turns to you, holding out a soft tee.

As he walks towards you there’s a soft thud on the carpet. 

You give him your best innocent look as your purple bullet vibrator rolls on the floor towards you, stopping at the foot of your bed.

Taehyung ignores it and hands you the tee. ‘Can you get changed on your own?’

You shrug. 

He rolls his eyes. ‘Get changed. I’m gonna bring you some water.’

You decide it’s not worth the energy arguing with him.

By the time Taehyung comes back with a glass of water, you’re in bed.

He sits on the covers next to you and hands you your phone.

‘Where did you get this?’ you ask.

‘Some dude, Wonho had it,’ Taehyung says. He runs a hand over his face. ‘Fuck! I nearly got into a fight with him, I thought he’d done something to you.’

This is news to you. 

You frown at Taehyung. ‘I saw you going upstairs with Tina.’ 

‘Fuck that, you’re drunk as fuck, you should have waited for me,’ Taehyung scolds. ‘I was only a few minutes.’

‘Two minute man?’ you ask. For some reason this strikes you as hilarious.

‘Obviously,’ Taehyung says, like he’s reaching the end of his patience, ‘Tina and I didn’t fuck because I l knew you were waiting for me.’

You’re still giggling. 

Taehyung stares at you, then he scoffs. ‘Are you hungry? I can fix us ramdon.’

You fall asleep considering his offer.

***

You’re looking up train times when there’s a knock on your door.

Taehyung pokes his head in. 

‘Going somewhere?’ he asks, raising a brow at your overnight bag.

‘It’s my dad,’ you tell him. ‘My mom called, he’s in the hospital.’

‘Shit,’ Taehyung says. ‘Is he ok?’

Concern’s written all over his face as he steps further into your room.

‘He’s had a heart attack,’ you say. 

You’re trying to stay calm but it’s hard, your nerves have been shot since your mom called.

‘Can you drive me to the train station?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, sure,’ Taehyung says instantly. ‘Give me five and I’ll take you.’

Taehyung loads your bag into the trunk along with his and gets into the car. 

‘What’s the hospital address?’ he asks.

You stare at him blankly. ‘Tae, it’s hours away.’

‘So I’ll drive you, you shouldn’t be alone,’ Taehyung tells you. He looks oddly serious. 

‘Thanks,’ you say finally.

Taehyung just nods. ‘Get your belt on.’

You lean back in your chair as he pulls out of the space. 

Outside, a light rain starts to fall.

***

It’s still raining when you get back home after seeing your dad at the hospital.

Your mom fusses over you and Taehyung, probably because of how incredibly kind he’d been at the hospital.

Your roommate’s showing a side to him you’ve never seen before.

You’ve seen glimpses of him being nice, of course, in the months you’ve been living with him, but you’ve never thought about him as anything more than a casual friend. 

And here he is being so supportive you could cry. 

Your mum’s gone up to her room when he catches you looking at him over your food.

He raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop eating.

‘Thanks,’ you say, feeling like you need to say something. ‘Thanks for driving me here, and being so nice.’ 

Your throat closes on the last word, and you take a sip of water, trying to hide the prickle of tears behind your eyelids. 

‘You’re my friend, I’m just doing the same as you’ve done for me,’ Taehyung says. 

His voice is so warm, quiet, that it’s getting harder to hold the tears back. 

‘Yeah?’ you ask, voice trembling as you try valiantly to pull humour in. ‘I don’t even have a car, and you don’t fit on the back of my bike.’ 

You cast a glance at him, but he’s not looking at you either. 

‘You made me soup when I was unwell earlier in the year. You always cook extra for me.’ 

Taehyung’s big hand reaches out, plays with his glass. ‘You don’t mind washing some of my clothes when they accidentally get in your wash.’ 

You snort. ‘I knew it wasn’t an accident.’ 

‘They’re always so much softer when you wash them,’ Taehyung says, on a pout. 

Your eyes meet.

‘It goes both ways,’ Taehyung says. 

‘Like your dick?’ 

‘Shut up, your mom’s upstairs,’ Taehyung retorts. 

‘She knows about the birds and the bees,’ you say. 

You both laugh, and for the first time since you found out about your dad, the tightness in your chest eases a little. 

The tears that threatened to fall are long gone, which is just as well. 

You feel like you’re on the edge of a precipice, like you’re barely a step from big feelings about Taehyung that you don’t have the headspace to unpack right now. 

You glance at Taehyung, and realise he’s looking back at you. 

‘It’s a lot,’ you say. 

‘Yeah. We’re tired.’ 

He seems to understand. 

***

When you wake, Taehyung’s buried under the covers, the second duvet you’d grabbed from the linen closet wrapped snuggly around him. 

You’d known he was a blanket hog. You’d called it. 

You don’t have an excuse for the way you’re looking at him right now whilst he’s asleep, and you know you should stop. 

But his face, like this, is so beautiful it makes your heart flutter. His eyelashes are so long you wonder why you never noticed them before. 

He stirs, and you avert your gaze as he opens his eyes. 

He’s the first to speak. 

‘I like –’ 

You wonder how he’s going to finish his sentence. 

He clears his throat. 

‘I like your bed.’ 

‘Yeah?’ you ask. ‘You hog all the blankets.’ 

Taehyung turns over, onto his back, so he’s no longer facing you. 

‘I’m not wearing a shirt,’ he announces. 

You stare at the ceiling whilst you process this. 

‘I’ve seen you shirtless before,’ you point out. 

‘I’m not —’ 

He stops. 

‘Christ, Taehyung, you’re not naked under there are you?’ 

Taehyung starts humming as he uncovers himself, and it takes you a moment to realise he’s parodying a striptease. 

You burst out laughing. 

‘Stop, stop. I’m not drunk enough for this.’ 

Taehyung stops with his hand over the sheet covering his waist and waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You roll your eyes. ‘What do you want for breakfast? We’ll go and pick up something for my mom.’ 

You end up at the bakery near your house.

The woman behind the counter, Mrs Jeong, is a friend of your parents’. She presses a box of fresh pastries on you, waving you off when you offer to pay. 

‘I put extra in there for your man,’ Mrs Jeong says, nodding to Taehyung. 

‘He’s not my man,’ you reply, automatically. 

‘Thank you, auntie,’ Taehyung says, beaming as he takes the box. 

‘You’re such a slut for a bun,’ you complain, as soon as you’re out of the shop. 

Taehyung shrugs as he sips his coffee. ‘I drove you here, I’m looking after you and your mom. I’m your man.’ 

You sip your own coffee and adjust your sunglasses on your face. ‘Ugh. Come on, we should pick up some fruit too.’ 

By the time you get home, your mother’s up and preparing breakfast. 

It’s weird seeing your roommate like this, fully dressed and sitting up straight on a Saturday morning instead of shovelling pancakes into his mouth, slumped and hungover. 

You wonder if it’s weird for Taehyung to see you like this too. 

After breakfast, your mother heads to the hospital whilst you see Taehyung off. 

You pack him some pastries for the drive back and watch as he loads his overnight bag into the car. 

‘Hey, drive safe, ok?’ you say. 

He snorts. ‘I’ll definitely be safe, unlike you stumbling home drunk the other day.’ 

‘I didn’t want to cockblock you,’ you say, shrugging. 

Taehyung opens his car door, turns to face you. 

‘I can get laid anytime. It’s not everyday I find a roommate who has the same taste in food and shit TV as me.’ 

You furrow your brow. ‘You’d better wait until I get back to watch the next episode.’ 

Taehyung pretends to consider it. ‘Yeah we’ll see.’ 

He smiles at you. ‘Are you gonna be ok?’ 

‘Yeah,’ you promise. You almost feel like hugging him, but you never touch. 

It would be weird, right?

Taehyung’s turning back to his car, anyway. He gets in, rolls down the window. 

‘See you in a couple weeks?’ 

‘Yeah. Don’t fuck in —’ 

‘Communal spaces,’ he finishes. He laughs softly, and then he’s rolling up the window. 

You watch him drive down your road, until he turns the corner and you can’t see him anymore. 

***

You nudge the front door of your apartment open with your foot. Your mother had insisted on packing food for you and Taehyung when you left the house. You’d had to convince her you couldn’t possibly carry any more on the train with you. 

Your father’s back home and on the mend. 

You’ve got finals coming up soon, and although you’ve been keeping up to date with assignments whilst you’ve been at home, it’s good to be back. 

The apartment’s dark, you’re not sure if Taehyung’s home. 

You put your food down in the kitchen and head to your room. 

It’s exactly the way you left it.

You pull off your coat and head to the bathroom to take a shower. 

You’re back in the kitchen, heating up food, when you hear a key in the door. 

You step out to greet Taehyung, and realise he’s not alone. 

A pretty brunette in a green dress is standing next to him in your entryway, holding on to his arm as she slips her shoes off. 

‘Hey,’ Taehyung says, warmth in his voice. 

You smile, not sure why your heart feels like it’s in your mouth. 

‘Hey.’ 

You share your smile with the girl, and Taehyung says, belatedly, ‘This is Kira.’ 

‘Hey, nice to meet you,’ Kira says. She grins at you, and dimples pop in her cheeks. 

Damn, she’s cute. 

‘My mom made food for us. You guys should help yourselves,’ you say. 

You head back to the kitchen. 

Taehyung wanders in behind you with Kira. 

‘You want to eat something, babe?’ he asks, and there’s a pang in your chest at the endearment, a feeling you can’t name. 

You need to change the subject. 

‘You kept the place clean whilst I was away, I’m impressed,’ you say lightly. 

Taehyung looks pleased. ‘I’m glad you noticed. I even did some of your laundry.’ 

You feign shock. 

Kira giggles. 

Taehyung hands you a plate, and you sit to eat. 

‘How’s your mom and dad?’ he asks, quietly. 

‘They’re good. My dad’s back home. My mom’s feeling better about it all,’ you tell him. 

‘What happened?’ Kira asks. 

You explain as Taehyung heats up food for him and Kira. 

Your phone lights up on the kitchen counter. 

Taehyung glances at it. 

‘Yoongi was asking after you,’ he says, ‘last weekend. I told him about your dad.’ 

‘Yeah. He texted me a couple times.’ 

‘You gonna meet up with him?’ Taehyung asks. He’s looking at you now, an unreadable expression on his face. 

You shrug. ‘Maybe?’ 

Taehyung changes the subject. 

‘I was thinking we should have a party here next month,’ he says, sitting down opposite you at the kitchen table, next to Kira. 

‘Yeah. Right after finals?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Sounds great, Tae.’ 

Your phone lights up again. Taehyung raises an eyebrow at it. 

‘Looks like Wonho’s really trying to get in touch with you.’ 

You roll your eyes. ‘I don’t even know how he got my number, honestly.’ 

‘Probably from that time he found your phone at that party,’ Taehyung says. 

‘He’s cute,’ Kira says. 

‘I don’t like guys with muscles,’ you say, dismissive. 

You flick your eyes at Taehyung. ‘Just noodle arms.’ 

Taehyung laughs so hard he snorts broth through his nose. 

‘I’ve missed you,’ he says. 

‘I’ve missed you too, Tae.’ 

It’s the truest thing you’ve said today. 

There’s a fizz of something in the air between you as you lock eyes with Taehyung.

Kira’s looking at you and Taehyung thoughtfully. 

You get up. ‘I’m gonna go to bed. Nice to meet you, Kira.’ 

***

You’ve been busy the last few weeks, with finals and year end assignments. 

Taehyung and you have organised a schedule between you, there’s always food and you know when each other’s exams are so you can make sure you wake up on time. 

You haven’t seen Yoongi since you got back, which is just as well.

Once the semester ends you’re moving to another city, joining a publishing firm. 

It’s the end of an era.

Honestly, you’re more than a little apprehensive about moving out of your place with Taehyung, moving on with your life, but it’s starting to feel like it’s the right time.

If you never go to another club night in some dive with sticky floors, you think you can live with that.

You’re sitting in someone’s backyard at some house party, ass on the grass, with Taehyung sprawled out next to you.

Taehyung reaches out, flicks your bare thigh.

You ‘ouch’ exaggeratedly, move your leg away.

‘What are we gonna do when we’re not doing this every Friday?’ Taehyung asks.

You sip your drink, look up at the stars. 

You realise he’s waiting for an answer.

‘Not sure, Tae. We can do this on Friday nights if you want.’

‘Yeah I’ll come to your new place and we can drink together.’

He pokes your leg again, and you nudge his hand with your thigh.

You glance over and catch him looking at the hem of your short skirt.

‘You horny, Tae Tae?’

You expect him to make a joke of it, but he asks, voice low, ‘have you ever wondered what it might be like if we slept together?’

Your eyes meet, and he still seems completely sober.

‘I know you have fantasies about me,’ you say carefully, giving him another chance to make a joke of it, to stop before he crosses that invisible line between you that you both have always toed. 

Your roommate traces his finger along the line of your thigh, and your cunt tightens.

You let out a breath.

‘I do think about you,’ he says. He turns on his side on the grass, facing you, turned away from everyone else. 

His finger strokes another line down your thigh, then travels up, over the front of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your skirt.

You look straight at him as you let your thighs fall apart slightly.

Taehyung moves his hand, off the taut hem of your skirt. He bites his lip, and then reaches under, sliding between your legs with a confidence that makes your cunt tighten again.

The tips of his long fingers brush the fabric of your panties.

‘Are these those pretty purple panties?’ he asks.

‘You like those?’ you ask. 

He moves a little closer, pulls your thigh closer to him to make room for his hand.

It’s dark in this backyard, you doubt anyone can see anything.

As long as you can keep quiet.

Taehyung dips his head, brushing his lips against your bare thigh. You have the barest instant of warning, a flash of teeth, before he nips at your flesh.

‘Fuck, Tae,’ you breathe.

His hand between your legs has moved up so that his thumb can slide along your slit, his fingers braced on your upper thigh.

His face is so close to your cunt you can feel his breath on your thigh.

‘Not here,’ you say, grabbing his arm.

Fuck are you really doing this?

With Taehyung?

Taehyung gets up, adjusts himself and takes your hand.

When he looks at you, his eyes are dark with intent.

Unlike you, he seems pretty sure he wants this.

When your roommate commits to anything, he goes all in.

You guess you’re in too.

You follow Taehyung around the side of the house. 

He stops by the wall, backs up against it, pulls you to him.

‘Should I kiss you?’ he asks.

It’s enough to snap you out of the lust and booze fuelled haze you’re in.

The words come out before you can stop them.

‘Don’t you want to, Tae?’

Even you can hear the hurt in your voice.

It’s wrong, it’s too much.

Sadly, it’s not nearly enough.

Taehyung holds out his hand, says your name, but you’re too drunk and too raw to even look at him.

You stumble away, and Taehyung doesn’t go after you.

***

You wake in stages. 

Blink. 

There’s bright sun shining through the crack in the curtains, so it’s daytime.

Blink.

There’s the silky dress you wore last night draped over the chair, your tiny underthings laid carefully across it, so you got undressed yourself.

Blink.

Your head is full, your mouth dry, your stomach already growling its discontent, so you’re hungover.

You groan and sit up.

Blink.

Taehyung and the events of last night come back to you.

You nearly fucked your roommate, would have fucked him, if he hadn’t made it so obvious that you were just another body to him.

The only girl on campus he hasn’t fucked. 

Blink.

Wincing, you swing your legs onto the floor and get up.

Your head throbs. 

You pick up the glass of water by your bed and down it.

By the time you’ve showered and done your skincare, your stomach is making it impossible to concentrate on anything.

You step out your room and are startled by Taehyung standing just outside your door.

‘Shit,’ you say.

Taehyung says, ‘let’s go to brunch.’

***

It’s weird, to think that this is one of the last times you and Taehyung will do this.

You use your hunger as an excuse to avoid talking, and Taehyung doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to say anything either.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you,’ he says, muffled over a mouthful of pancakes.

You grimace and spear a bite of sausage.

‘It’s fine, Tae, I was drunk and emotional.’

‘Don’t hide behind it, you weren’t that drunk.’

His voice rings out, clear as a bell. 

You look at each other. There’s frustration in his face, in the way his brows are drawn together, in the way his lips are in a straight line.

‘What are you saying, Tae?’

Your voice is soft, a vulnerability in it that you tend not to show.

You think Taehyung notices, because when he speaks again, his voice is soft too.

He sounds like when he speaks to you sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of the night still on the couch, the TV still on and he tells you to go to bed.

He sounds like when you’re out on the balcony some evenings after a tough day when only nicotine and talking shit will ease the tightness in your chest.

You’re so fucking fond of Taehyung, you realise now. 

He lives his own life, separate to you, but he’s always been there when you’ve needed him.

You don’t spend that much time talking, but you know him intimately all the same. 

You know he likes when you look after him a little, putting out food for him.

You know he hates leaving washing up for the next day and that he’s got a secret love for sports films and anything where the underdog triumphs.

You know that although you never see him go to the gym, he loves a team game. 

You know he plays jazz when he’s sad and that his eyes look like wet velvet when he cries.

Taehyung’s opening his mouth to speak, but he stops when you get up and slide into the booth beside him.

You have no words left, so you kiss him instead.

It’s chaste, the way your lips touch, but then his arm slides around you and he tilts his head, and a thin line of heat unfurls inside you. 

You never touch, and now he’s lighting little fires under your skin wherever he touches you.

Taehyung says your name on a breath, like smoke.

When you finally pull away, he dips his head, steals another kiss, before he’ll let you go.

‘I’ve been thinking about this for a while,’ he says, face still inches from yours.

‘Me too,’ you admit.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck, I’m embarassingly hard,’ he tells you, shifting his hips.

‘Let’s go do something about it,’ you say.

***

When you and Taehyung reach your apartment, there’s half a basketball team waiting outside.

Yoongi steps forward. ‘We thought you might need a hand carrying things for the party later.’

You’re surprised, but you rally quickly. 

‘Yeah, we need muscles,’ you say, glancing at Taehyung, wondering if he’s organised this.

Taehyung looks as surprised as you do. ‘Yeah ok, let’s go pick some stuff up.’

He adjusts himself again, and for a moment the outline of his erection in his sweats is so clear you have the sudden strong urge to drop to your knees and worship his cock.

Yoongi’s got his head tilted, he’s looking at you, and you wonder how much of your filthy imaginings show on your face.

Then he gives you a half smile. 

‘Y/N, you can ride with me.’

***

You end up alone in the car with Yoongi.

You watch idly as he drives, forearms flexing, big hands hooked over the wheel.

‘You look good, Yoongi,’ you say.

He casts a glance at you. ‘Yeah, you too, pretty girl.’

He raises an eyebrow at you. ‘So you and Taehyung?’

‘Would’ve fucked if you hadn’t turned up today,’ you confess.

Yoongi looks amused. ‘Shit, yeah?’

‘I don’t know how I feel about it,’ you tell him, looking out the window at the buildings flashing past.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘You’re hot, he’s hot, you’re moving out soon. Sometimes sex is just sex.’

‘Like us?’

Yoongi says, teasing, ‘when did you get so needy? You barely even say hello when I see you these days.’

He signals, turns into the store car park. ‘Anyway, you know that’s not true, I take you out all the time.’

You climb out the car, wait for him to walk to the store together. 

‘Wanna hold hands?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘I want to turn around and take you back to bed right now.’

You lean into his side. ‘Might take you up on that.’

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi agrees. ‘Wear those silk panties for me tonight.’

‘And Tae?’

Yoongi looks down at you, that familiar smirk on his face. ‘He can join in if he wants.’

You consider this.

‘Shit, you dirty girl,’ Yoongi says, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.

He squeezes you into his side as you walk into the store.

***

You catch Taehyung in the living room before the party.

He looks stunning tonight, his hair styled, his skin glowing.

His beautiful face is as perfect as it ever was.

‘Like my shirt?’ he asks.

He stops in front of you, closer than he usually stands.

You wonder how many other norms are going out the window tonight.

You’re wearing the silk panties Yoongi requested, a silky dress that barely covers you.

‘Like my dress?’ you ask.

‘You’re perfect,’ Taehyung tells you. He smiles at you affectionately.

You say, ‘wait, I have something for you.’

You go to your room, pull out the record you picked out for him. 

It’s a jazz piano piece that had played a lot in the coffee shop you spent a lot of time in when you were back home for your dad.

It’s sad, the notes drawn out and stark. It’d reminded you of the many nights you’d spent, on your balcony with Taehyung.

Taehyung puts the record on.

He doesn’t ask you to dance, not verbally anyway, but he holds out his arms and you step into them and he holds you close as he sways.

You lean your head against his chest, and his breathing stays slow, even.

He feels warm, and safe.

He feels an awful lot like someone you’re meant to be with.

You wonder why it’s taken you the whole year to realise. 

Next week, you’re moving to another city. 

It’s too late for regrets now.

Taehyung’s body moves with yours. He presses his cheek to your head.

The notes surround you, plaintive and wistful.

You wish there was more to say.

Taehyung holds you until the record plays out. 

***

Your and Taehyung’s party is teeming with people, half of whom you don't even know.

Jimin and Jungkook have done something to your sound system, the music’s playing loud enough to raise complaints from half the city.

You don’t give a fuck, not today, when the bass fills the void of longing inside you.

Yoongi’s leaning against the railing of your balcony, facing out.

You’re facing the opposite direction, pressed close to his side.

Taehyung’s against the wall across your living room, looking straight at you as Yoongi drapes an arm around you and pulls you between him and the railing.

He kisses you. He tastes sweet, you wonder what he’s been drinking.

He murmurs, close to your ear. ‘Did you get dressed for me, pretty girl?’

‘Yeah,’ you tell him. ‘You gonna undress me?’

‘I’ll undress you,’ Yoongi promises. There’s a glint of something in his eyes. ‘Is your roommate going to watch?’

You say, ‘ask him yourself, he’s coming over here.’

Taehyung approaches you and Yoongi. He takes his time, a deliberate languidness to his movements that reminds you of a panther stalking its prey.

Yoongi doesn’t move as Taehyung slots himself in next to you.

‘Hyung,’ Taehyung says. ‘Can you give me and Y/N a minute.’

Yoongi eyes him. ‘Don’t 'hyung' me now. You can say what you need to say with me here.’

‘Come with me,’ Taehyung says to you. ‘If this is the last chance we have then I want to take it.’

Both men look at you. 

Your heart’s beating, fit to burst, in your chest.

You take both men by the arm and lead them to your room.

***

The lights are low, the thumping bass vibrating through the wall.

In contrast to the rest of the apartment, your room is cool, the hallway leading to it long enough to put distance between you three and the crowd in your living room.

Yoongi, with the easy confidence of a man who knows exactly how this goes, takes your mouth. His kisses are designed to tease both you and the man watching, open-mouthed, tongue openly licking into your mouth.

‘Want to watch how I please her?’ Yoongi asks, directed at Taehyung. He slides his hands over your bare back. 

‘She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’

Yoongi’s speaking to Taehyung, but he’s looking at you.

He turns you so your back is to Taehyung, who’s sitting in your chair. 

He lifts the hem of your slip dress, the silken fabric rustling against the silk of your panties.

He cups your ass as he kisses you, long fingers tracing the cleft of your ass.

He’s lifting your dress higher and higher.

‘Arms up,’ he tells you, and you comply.

Yoongi tosses your dress onto the floor. 

He admires your bare tits with a flattering intensity.

He wraps an arm around you, cupping your breast as he turns you around to face Taehyung.

You cast a glance at Taehyung, and you’re transfixed.

His eyes travel from Yoongi’s arm across your chest to your face.

He says, quietly and with feeling, ‘you’re so fucking pretty.’

His voice is hushed, reverent. 

Yoongi’s thumb flicks over your nipple, and Taehyung bites his lip as Yoongi lets go of your breast to cup the other.

His other hand kneads your ass until you’ve moving your hips against him.

You’re wet, and as Yoongi slides his hand between your legs to cup you, he grunts his approval.

‘You like that, pretty girl? You like how we’re both so hard for you? My dick hurts, and I’m sure Taehyung’s does too. Look at how he’s touching himself.’

Your gaze flies to Taehyung. He’s stroking over the clear outline of his erection, grinding against his own palm as he watches Yoongi touching you.

Yoongi hooks his fingers into your panties. 

‘Wore these for me, didn’t you?’ 

He tugs them down, and you step out of them. 

‘Go give them to Taehyung, baby.’

You turn your head to look back at Yoongi.

He’s looking back at you, cool, expressionless. 

‘I’ll give these to Tae, then can I come back and suck your dick?’

Yoongi grins at you. ‘All yours, baby.’

You walk over to Taehyung, his eyes following your every move.

He takes your panties, then asks, ‘can you kiss me?’

Your thoughts flash back to when he asked if he should kiss you. 

Taehyung doesn’t wait for a response this time.

He tugs your face down to his, and he kisses you, warm and sweet.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed, and as first times go, it’s perfect.

Taehyung’s lips mould to yours like he was made to fit against you.

You forget that you’re completely nude, that Yoongi’s watching, and you kiss him back.

You drown in him.

By the time you pull away, you’re both breathless.

‘Why did we wait so long?’ he murmurs, face pressed to yours still.

‘You’re an idiot,’ you say, but you feel so much affection for him you’re giddy with it. ‘I’m an idiot.’

Taehyung tweaks your breast, and you cover yourself with a squeal.

He sneaks a hand around your hip to pinch your ass. 

‘Show me how you suck dick,’ he says. ‘I’ve been fantasizing about it.’

You can’t stop your smile as you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi gives you a cocky half-smile. ‘Come get comfortable, baby.’

He’s manspreading on your bed, hand curled around himself. He strokes his cock as you position yourself, even though he already looks plenty hard.

He pats your hip. ‘Ass up, let’s give Taehyung a show.’

You kiss the head of his cock and take him in. He grunts his approval as you suckle him. He’s thick, hard like velvet over stone, and as he glides into your throat he moans.

You tug at his balls, and his hips move. 

‘Fuck, you’re good at this,’ he groans, voice a rasp, muscles in his thighs taut under your hands.

You press your tongue firmly to the underside of him, and Yoongi groans again. 

‘Come ride me,’ he says. 

He curls his hands around your hips, helping you balance on top of him.

You slide his cock along your cunt. You’re so slick with arousal now the slide is easy. 

Yoongi says, ‘want to give us a hand?’

Taehyung climbs onto the bed behind you. He must have taken his clothes off along the way, because all you can feel is his bare chest pressed against your back as he curls an arm under your breasts, his bare cock nudging the curve of your ass.

Yoongi’s flat on his back but somehow he still has complete control.

‘You’re a dirty girl aren’t you? So greedy.’

He grunts as you grind against him. ‘Go on, pretty girl, put it on me.’

You unroll a condom onto his length and line him up.

Taehyung’s nibbling along your shoulder, touching your breasts as Yoongi’s cock fills you.

You moan when he’s in all the way.

‘Fuck, you feel so fucking good,’ Yoongi tells you. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow now as he helps you grind on him.

His cock’s angled so beautifully you gasp with each thrust of his hips.

Taehyung’s stroking his thumbs over your nipples, moaning as he rocks his cock against your ass.

You don’t realise you have your eyes closed until Yoongi says, voice strained, ‘open your eyes, baby, look how well you take me.’

You’re panting now, every movement sending waves of pleasure through your core. 

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck,’ Yoongi chants.

He bucks his pelvis under you, squeezing your hips hard as he comes.

His deep groan pulls you over the edge with him.

You’re coming, fuck, and it’s so good you’re blinded. 

Behind you, Taehyung’s moaning, grinding into your ass. 

Someone says your name, but you have no idea who.

***

Yoongi’s murmuring your name into your ear. 

The lights in your room are low now, the music fading out. 

You don’t know how much time’s passed since you fell asleep between Yoongi and Taehyung.

Yoongi says, ‘I gotta go, baby. Taehyung’s getting people to leave.’

You try to sit up, but he stops you. ‘Just rest a bit. Everything’s handled.’

He passes you a glass of water.

‘Heard you were moving out next week,’ he says, watching you drink.

‘Yeah,’ you say.

There’s a sort of wistfulness in his tone. ‘I guess I’ll text you if I’m ever in your area.’

You put your hand over his. ‘You know how to get hold of me,’ you remind him.

His half-smile makes your heart burn bright in your chest.

‘Answer your phone,’ he says.

‘You answer yours,’ you retort.

You both laugh. He pulls you into a half hug, and too soon, he’s pulling away. 

‘See you around, pretty girl.’

He gives you one last smile, then he’s leaving your room, closing the door quietly behind him.

You lie back down, but the urge to speak to Taehyung’s too strong.

You don’t want to wait.

You slip on clothes and step through your now empty apartment. 

Taehyung’s standing on the balcony, looking out.

‘Hey,’ you say.

His smile is brilliant, beautiful, perfect.

He’s everything you want, and you’re sad it’s taken you this long to realise.

‘Hey,’ Taehyung says. 

He reaches for you, and you slide into his arms, like a key sliding into a lock.

It feels right.

Taehyung buries his face in your hair.

‘Feels like a lot,’ he says.

‘Too fucking much,’ you agree instantly.

He’s looking at you so intently you feel shy.

‘Let’s not talk about it,’ you say, tipping your face to his, putting your finger across his lips like you’re shushing him even though he hasn’t said anything.

Taehyung dips his head to kiss you. It’s even better than the first time.

***

This time, Taehyung and you take your time.

You’re in his bed, lying on your back, giggling as he blows raspberries on your belly.

He hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties, tugs playfully. 

‘I once used these to jerk off,’ he informs you.

You stare at him incredulously. ‘These? They’re not even a sexy pair.’

‘It was when you wore these with those low waisted jeans,’ he reminds you. ‘I spent the whole day staring at them.’

You put your hand on his cheek, rubbing against the stubble on his jaw. 

‘You didn’t,’ you whisper.

Taehyung nudges closer, lips against yours.

‘Did. Came so hard thinking about you wearing these with my cum in them,’ he tells you. His voice is so low it makes you shiver.

He’s kissing down your neck now, making small rumbling noises as you press yourself to him. You can’t get close enough, his skin’s so warm.

He pushes closer, hand under your thigh, making you open up for him so he can fit in between.

His cock, deliciously hard, nudges between your legs.

‘Take these off?’ you ask, and he nods.

You slip your panties down past the curve of your ass, but when you try to move your leg off his hip, his grip tightens.

‘Stay,’ he says. 

He nudges forward, and the head of his cock pushes into you.

He feels so good you’re biting your lip, trying to move, to take more of him in.

He clutches your thigh, tight, and you both stop as your panties rip at the seam.

‘Shit, Tae,’ you gasp, giggling. 

He’s already pushing into you, stretching you on his cock. 

‘Ah, fuck,’ he groan, voice thick, slurred with want.

He grasps your hip, and pulls you under him. Sinks in all the way.

He fits between your thighs so beautifully you’re halfway to coming even before he starts rocking into you.

‘Taehyung,’ you gasp. 

He’s still holding your hip, holding you down so he can slide his cock into you. 

He’s so hard and heavy you’re lost, opening yourself up to him.

There’s nothing but the sounds of your breathing, jagged and irregular, the slap of skin against skin, the weight of him on you, the smell of his shampoo.

His hair’s so soft, why have you never touched it before? 

Taehyung’s dragging his mouth over your skin, holding you tight, and he groans, deep in his chest, as you come. 

He circles his hips, grinding against you, grunting.

He says your name, a shout, and then he’s pulling you closer, arms around you, face in your neck.

It’s a while before either of you can let go.

***

When you stir, wriggle a bit, Taehyung’s big hand tightens on your ass.

‘I’m kind of hungry,’ you confess.

‘What time is it?’

You roll over, grab your phone and tell him.

‘The diner’s probably open, we can get breakfast,’ Taehyung suggests.

You look at each other.

‘For old times sake,’ he continues.

You’re distracted by the flex of his arm as he puts it behind his head, props himself up.

You think you have enough memories of you and Taehyung getting hungover brunch in the diner on your road.

You think it’s time to make some new ones.

‘Or we could just fuck instead.’

Taehyung laughs, slaps your hip.

‘Come ride me then.’

You don’t make him ask twice.

***

Your things are packed up, every physical trace of you removed from this apartment that you’ve shared with Taehyung for the last year.

Taehyung’s loaded the last of his things into his car, and in an hour your parents will be here to help you move too.

You’re on the balcony, watching Taehyung as he shuts the trunk, locks his car. He looks up at you, then he disappears into your building.

Then he’s back in the apartment, standing in the doorway, head tilted as he looks at you and the empty space between.

You’ve said a lot of things to each other in the last week, and now all that’s left is an odd kind of longing for what might have been.

You don’t want to romanticise it just because it’s ending, but fuck, you’re going to miss him.

Taehyung’s holding you now, you have no idea when he closed the gap between you.

There’s sadness in his eyes, but a smile on his lips and it’s enough for you.

‘Don’t fuck,’ he says.

‘In communal spaces,’ you finish.

Neither of you laugh, but you can feel his lips curving against yours.

It’s still the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had.

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A year later

You’re frowning at an email you’ve just received when your colleague stops by your desk.

You look up.

Jihyo says, ‘these are the new members of the design team who have just been hired.’

You smile automatically as you greet the three people standing in front of your desk.

You make eye contact with each person in turn, and when your gaze falls on the last person, a fluttery heat starts in the middle of your chest.

Dark brows drawn together like he’s trying to work you out, a husky low voice that you know as well as your own.

Kim Taehyung steps forward, hand out.

‘I’m Kim Taehyung,’ he says.

Your smile is brilliant, a match for his.

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, clasping his hand.

‘Are you free for dinner tonight?’ he asks. ‘I’ve just moved to this city and would love for someone to show me around.’

‘I think I can help you with that,’ you reply. 

He still hasn’t let go of your hand.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you say.

You’re aware the others are staring, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Taehyung smiles at you, lazy, devastating. Perfect.

‘Ok,’ he says. ‘Let’s try this again.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

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"I'm the only one you should care about ok?"

Honest to God nearly said 'okay daddy' out loud

training wheels 𖣠 𓏲·˚

tw:body image issues,manipulation,mentions of ed

sungchan x fem!reader

you two were an odd pair. that’s what everyone thought. how could the popular quarterback who had everything going on for him be best friends with the weird shy girl. nobody understood. you were always the target of bullying because of your introverted nature. you were always quiet,never wanting to bother anyone,barely having any friends,and barely making an impact in the school.

but you caught sungchans eye. he thought you were so cute. how you could never hold eye contact with him,or your spurts of sassiness when you got more comfortable with him. he wanted to devour you. he knew you were having a hard time with the other students and would not hesitate to protect you whenever you needed him. he was like your shield.

he also knew you struggled with your weight a lot. he knew how insecure you would get. how visibly uncomfortable you would get whenever someone would mention it,or make a snarky comment towards you. he saw how you would skip lunch,saying you ate at home. when he would come over and your mom would bring snacks,you would refuse and say you weren’t hungry.

but he got angry with that. he didn’t want you to lose weight. he loved you just the way you were. you were the most beautiful in his eyes. he confronted you about this. you broke down in his arms. “no one will love me if i look like this” you sobbed,to which he replied “i already love you”. he kissed you after that. you tasted like strawberry gum and he basked in that feeling.

“no one will find me pretty if i look like this” you sobbed even more. to this he furrowed his brows. “yeah,they will never find you pretty,but i find you pretty. i’m the only one you should care about. ok?” he said,in the sweetest voice ever. he knew you would fall for his sweet demeanor. he just wanted to have you all for himself. he didn’t want you to feel confident,because then you could find someone else.

sungchan kissed you more after your breakdown. his hands all over your body. his fingers going under your shirt,to the elastic of your shorts. you were scared,this was your first time. “don’t worry,babygirl,i’ll teach you everything you need to know about love” your doe eyes looked up at him all glassy,and he had to hold himself back to not ruin you. finally you were his,you’ve fallen in his trap. and it won’t be easy to get out.

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He needs me He needs me He needs me

he’s at your window 𖣠 𓏲·˚

tw: stalking,violence,perv!anton

anton x fem!reader

when the teacher assigned you two as seat mates,anton was a nervous wreck.he has never been this close to you.he has always watched you from afar.he knows where you live,when you go to ballet classes,your bedtime routine.he knows everything about you.you however,didn’t even know his name.you had never even perceived him in class.

but he liked it that way.he didn’t want you to know him.this new seating arrangement was going to ruin him.when he sat down he could smell your perfume on you.which he has smelled before from the bottle on your nightstand when he broke into your room.but he never smelt it on you.the mixture of that and your shampoo was making him dizzy.”hi” you introduced yourself,and he had to act like he didn’t know your entire family tree.

he nervously greeted back and told you his name,plying with the silver bracelet on his wrist.you then turned to do the work that the teacher has assigned for the class.he however could not focus on anything other than you.you wore a miniskirt today.your legs were on full display for him.he bit his lip to contain himself from ravaging you right here in this classroom.

it’s not like he didn’t know what your bare legs looked like.he even knew what you looked like in your underwear.but this was different,you were close to him.the other times was just him climbing on the tree beside your window to look at you.with your blinds wide open so he can see your every move.you were like the expensive toys he wanted as a kid.out of reach,so he could only watch you from afar.but now he can just touch you.he can put his hand on your thigh to feel you.it would be so easy.

the 40 minutes of class felt like an eternity for anton.you were just so graceful.and this little 40 minute class awakened something even darker in him.he wanted to have you in the flesh.no more peeking through the window,and trailing 6 meters behind you when you were out.he wanted to feel you.when class ended he quickly went to the bathroom to masturbate.imagining all the ways he could have you.

“anton,can you tell me who this girl is?” his therapist asked him,flipping through his diary.his parents made him go to therapy weekly,because even they thought their son was…a bit strange. he was fidgeting on the leather sofa in his therapists office.his therapist knew of you,he read about you in his diary entrees,but he never asked,in hopes of unpacking anton’s other problems.”anton?” he repeated again.he smiled and scratched his neck,like a little boy in love.”she’s this girl i like…” he said,almost obviously.

“and you want to cause pain and distress to this girl you supposedly like?” his therapist said in a tone anton couldn’t understand.his writings this week were only about you.nothing else.and all the deranged things he wanted to do.like strip you naked,when you were unconscious.or tie you down in his room if you looked at another guy.or beat you with his belt if you dared to fight him back.

“they’re just fantasies,sir” he said in a sweet voice,flashing a bright smile.he got up to get his diary and exited the office,as their time was up.he hurried home.you were coming over to his house for a chemistry project.everything had to be perfect. because tonight,he was going to have you,whether you liked it or not.the distance that the windows and other guys created was going to end,tonight.

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rise and go down on him

pairing: kim mingyu x afab reader

content: established relationship, some fluff, slice of life, pwp, smut (18+ MDNI!!!!)

summary: mingyu is the busiest man you know, yet he always finds time to take care of you. so on the one morning he has time to sleep in, you decide to repay the favor. (smut warnings below)

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this is the first fic i’m releasing on tumblr…kinda nervous lol. I realize this concept might be overdone but I thought it was a good place to start and hope I put my own spin on it!! let me know if anything looks wrong with the format and thank you for reading xx

smut warnings: some kissing, dry humping, handjob, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, babe, slut one time), cum eating, some pussy touching, tbh this is filthy sorry not sorry.

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you stir awake as large, warm arms engulf you from behind. smiling sleepily, you bring your hands up to softly rub along the length of them. mingyu grumbles into your hair and you let out a snort at how cute he is. you missed mornings like this.

being an idol, mingyu’s mornings didn’t typically start this freely. he was either up and out the door far before you even even woke up, or so exhausted he slept through most of his off days. you understood - with his grueling and inconsistent schedules - why intimate mornings were such a rare occurrence between the two of you.

despite his lack of time (and often energy), mingyu never neglected to make you happy and totally satisfied in your relationship. if he got food while he was out after practice, he always brought some home for you. he cleaned up after himself no matter how tired he was, knowing how much you didn’t like to do it. if he was too sleepy to dote on you, he would just suffocate you with snuggles until you both drifted off instead. and lastly, he never, ever, left you wanting or needy.

he savored every second of time you had together. his favorite was dragging you to shower with him whenever he got the chance. he would press you against the wet tiles and throw your leg over his shoulder, burying his face into your wet heat until your whole body trembled. he’d bend you over your vanity while you did your morning routine, being careful not to ruin your hair or makeup while he plowed into your cunt from behind. he would even finger you till you cried while you watched movies on the couch if he didn’t have energy for anything else. he always assured you it was okay. he wanted to pleasure you every chance he got. and you were so in love with him for it.

this particular morning, you woke up in a spectacular mood. it’s not often mingyu gets a few days off in a row and it’s definitely not often that you both get to sleep in together. the realization makes your heart flutter, and you bring mingyu’s big hand up to press delicate kisses on his knuckles.

you feel him stir behind you, the evenness of his breathing coming to a stop. he presses his face further into the mess of your hair, inhaling deeply. you giggle slightly at the action, squirming at the warmth.

“good morning, handsome.” you whisper, resuming your stroking of his forcep. he groans quietly behind you.

“mornin’ baby.” mingyu rasps. he still sounds exhausted, and your heart clenches a little. you know he probably won’t want to get up for a while, and not one bit of you blames him or disagrees. you snuggle back into him further, relishing in the way his arms tighten around you.

“missed this so much ‘gyu.” you sigh softly, letting your head fall back to the pillow. “missed waking up with you.”

“me too, angel. c’mere.” mingyu moves his arm away from you and pulls on your hip gently, and you can tell he wants you to turn around.

you do exactly that, shifting your body until you’re facing your boyfriend in his arms. you’re so close that you can feel his soft breath fanning across your face. you beam at him before burrowing your head in the crook of his neck. he smells so warm and good, and you don’t think you ever want to leave this spot.

you love mingyu so incredibly much, and now is one of those times when your whole body is buzzing with that feeling. he always does so much for you, and you want to start doing half as much. making him feel half as loved as he makes you feel (which is still a lot). you can feel the mischievous grin form on your face; you know exactly what to do and you have the time today.

you start off innocent; lifting your head up to place small pecks all over mingyu’s cheeks and nose. his eyes open slightly as a small smirk forms on his lips, and you take that as an opportunity to press your own against them. he immediately melts into you, sighing into your mouth and rubbing his hands along the span of your back.

you hook your arms underneath mingyu’s armpits, moving your hands up to tug softly at the hair on his nape while you lightly suck his lips into your mouth. he groans at the action, and his tongue is immediately prodding at your lips.

you part your mouth, his tongue quickly finding your own and swirling against it. you can’t help the small whine that escaped you when mingyu’s hands find your ass, groping and squeezing the soft flesh shamelessly (and as if he isn’t still half asleep). he chuckles sleepily at your reaction, and you pull back from him briefly.

“you’re kind of a pervert, you know that kim mingyu?” there’s a smile on your face, and mingyu decides to push things a little further, slipping his hands into your underwear and spreading your ass cheeks apart while biting his lip. you gasp, pressing your hips further into him. “forget kind of, you’re a gigantic fuckin’ perv.”

“you do this to me, baby. it’s your fault i’m so horny all the time.” you laugh a little at the pout on his face, and move up to resume kissing him. his mouth is moving hungrily against yours despite the tired state of his body, and it has butterflies erupting deep in your stomach. you yank at his hair again, rougher this time, and attach your lips to the cut of his jaw.

he sighs out when you throw a leg over his hip, essentially laying halfway on top of him. your lips continue their attack on his neck, sucking marks into his soft skin as you roll your hips against him. mingyu is groaning softly, grabbing behind your knee and hauling you even closer to him. your thigh is pressed against something hot and hard when he does so, and an evil grin spreads on your face.

pulling back slightly, you watch mingyu’s face as you slowly trail your hand down his abdomen. the sight before you is kind of hilarious, really. his eyes are still heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head, but his cock is raging against you underneath his shorts. you giggle at the sight as your hand reaches its destination.

his breath hitches when you rub your hand over him, stroking the shape of his erection teasingly. you can tell he’s already fully hard, and you squeeze your hand around him firmly just to feel the way his cock pulses in your grip. wetness seeps past the seam of your pussy as you do, and settles on the seat of your panties. you’ve got a long and fun morning ahead of you, you already know it.

“so hard for me already, and I just started touching you, gyu.” slipping your hand under his waistband, you smooth your fingertips over the oozing tip of his cock, relishing in the broken gasp he lets out.

“mm—mhm, y-yeah baby. you make me so hard.” he grunts, and you can tell he’s already gone. already panting as you rub his cock, working him up till he breaks.

“you work so much, baby. let me take care of you today.” you purr against his neck, wetly smooching the flesh there before pushing him to lay fully on his back. his cock stands straight up in his boxers, tenting the fabric almost comically. you work down his body, kissing and licking down his stomach before you reach his crotch.

you decide to tease him further, mouthing his dick over the fabric of his underwear until the material is soaked through. mingyu groans frustratedly, but you can tell he’s still too tired to reprimand you. you continue your ministrations, sucking and licking the covered tip of him till his thighs are trembling and he’s whining above you.

“fuck,” he gasps out when you yank his underwear down just enough so that his cock springs up against his stomach. he’s already leaking so much, and you wrap your fingers around his shaft to feel the weight of him. “p-please,” mingyu manages, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes. “please don’t tease me baby. n-need you so bad.”

“I’m gonna take care of you gyu, don’t worry. gonna suck on your big cock till you explode.” you emphasize your words by spitting lewdly on his dick, working your hand around him while the wet noises of it fill the room. his body noticeably relaxes into the bed, and that’s when you go to town.

your lips wrap around him, massaging them over his tip before dipping your tongue into his leaking slit. he cries out and his whole body jolts, making you smirk against him. you go back to work, taking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. his cock is coated in your saliva at this point, and you know this is only the beginning of the mess you two are going to make.

you look up at him as you practically bounce your mouth on his length, taking in his fucked-out expression. he’s still panting, and small whines and grunts are escaping with his breath. squeezing your fingers around his base, you hollow your cheeks around him, slowly sucking up his shaft until you reach the tip and swirl your tongue over him.

“fucking hell…you’re s-so fucking good at that. shit.” mingyu moans loudly, and you can tell you’re gonna be so wet that your underwear stick to you like a second skin after this. you’re desperate to make him cum, feel his cock jump with each spurt, so you hasten your movements. jerking him off as you slurp around him, making spit drip down the length of him.

you unwrap your hand from his shaft, bringing it down to play with his balls instead. he practically sobs out at that, his thighs quivering with each pass your lips make over the ridge of his head. he starts babbling, and that’s how you can tell he’s getting close.

“ss-so good baby. ‘m not gonna last. so so g-good.” mingyu slurs, drool beginning to seep onto his pillow as his eyes roll back. you take him deeper, your nose nearly touching his navel with each bob of your head. he’s so big that you’re starting to gag on him, but you push through anyway. you can’t help but wonder what the room would sound like to someone else, with the way you’re choking and slobbering on his dick.

mingyu’s riding the edge at this point, just needs a little something to get him there. it’s a good thing you know his body like the back of your hand, because you practically read his mind. gripping his girth once again, you squeeze the base of him. your lips tighten around him, dragging your tongue along with them as you move up his shaft. mingyu’s balls are tightening, his cock throbbing as you suction your mouth around him. you mentally prepare to take his load as you lap at his frenulum, already feeling him twitch under your tongue. sure enough, he starts crying out, desperate and pathetic ‘ahhh’s spilling from him and increasing in pitch.

“mmh, gonna cum. shit, baby. g-gonna cum. I—I’m cumming—mmmph!” mingyu’s jaw practically unhinges in a long, strained moan, his back threatening to arch off of the bed as his cock jerks in your mouth, pulsing with spurts of thick cum that land on your tongue and the back of your throat. you swear he cums for hours, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bed sheets.

you struggle to swallow the large mouthful of his load, but you somehow manage with only a few drops leaking out of the corners of your mouth. you squeeze the last few drops out of him with your hand before laving your tongue over him one last time to clean him up.

his body jerks and he whimpers in sensitivity at the overstimulation. you place one last kiss on his tip before sitting up, knowing he’s had enough. you watch him with your hands on your knees, observing the way he’s attempting to catch his breath, his arm draped across his forehead. he manages a small chuckle as he notices you staring, cocking your head to one side.

“you’re fucking unreal. I hope you know that.” he breathes, making your cheeks blossom with heat despite the lewd acts you just performed on him. you know mingyu is spent, but honestly giving him head makes you so fucking horny, you’re worried you might have to rub one out in the shower if he has no energy left.

luckily for you, mingyu can tell exactly you need him (by the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs together), and he won’t ever leave you wanting. especially after some of the best head of his life. he motions you over to him with a lazy wave of his hand. “c’mere baby. wanna feel how wet you are.”

you crawl over to him slowly, situating your clothed, aching pussy straight over his outstretched hand. he hums in delight at the way your arousal immediately coats his fingertips, and teasingly presses them into you. you whimper shakily, practically keeling over as he immediately finds your throbbing clit.

“fuck,” mingyu groans. “fucking drenched. does sucking my dick make you that horny, dirty girl?” he teases, his sleepiness fading away with each passing second as your hips grind into his hand.

“y-yes gyu,” you whine. “need your cock so bad. please. please.” he chuckles at your desperation, pulling his hand away from your cunt and grabbing your hand instead and pulling you to straddle him.

“such a little slut. c’mere baby, ride my cock.”

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Full Moon [Kim Namjoon]

When the love of your life - Dr. Kim Namjoon - makes an unexpected visit to your house after a long day of work, he couldn’t have come at a better time. But his unconventional approach to treating your period cramps have things taking a wild turn. 

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of impregnation, mentions of birth control methods, mentions of menstruation, mentions of accidental pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex, shower sex, period sex.  

Thank You: @just-let-me-be-your-lover .The moodboard is the most perfect thing I’ve seen in my life… 

The soft knock on your door has you groaning, struggling to roll from the spot on your couch you’d occupied for most of the time since you’d arrived home from work. Mood heavy and confused as to who would be arriving at this time of night, it isn’t until your eyes peek through your peephole and you see the bright face of your boyfriend - his cute dimples popping against his skin as he smiles widely - that your heart lifts slightly.

‘Joonie!,’ You croon excitedly as your door opens. Without hesitation, your arms automatically wrap around his chest and your body flings itself into his as he breeches the threshold to your apartment. ‘I thought you weren’t coming tonight.’

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with you, and only you — k.bakugou

cws: nsfw content (-18 DNI), fem reader, jealousy, katsuki is possessive and a little obsessive, mentions of violence but not towards reader, not proofread anymore i gave up #SUEME

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It was subtle at first, the trepidation. A heat simmering beneath his skin — hot to the touch, but not enough to burn. It wasn't scalding. No, not at all. He hadn't felt much besides a prickling warmth against his rattling bones, poking and prodding, yet dissipating like steam if neglected long enough. It was occasional, never a constant — he had never wanted to make it one, but…

What was he supposed to do? When the clamor in his head had amplified into a cacophony, reverberating against its walls and echoing endlessly like tinnitus. Over and over. Again and again. Like a reminder, like a warning.

Like a threat.

In the first place, he’d never been one to entertain those thoughts; they’d be eradicated before they’d even be considered. Katsuki knew better, after all, than to let any fissure of weakness crack through his veneer of composure — whatever was left of it, at least.

And so he’d do to them what he’s always done best. Obliterate. Detonate. Dominate. Until the shrapnel strewn over the rubble was past the point of no return, and he could no longer revisit those thoughts from how disfigured they would become.

But there is something about you that unearths something primal in him, something animalistic. He had tried to work off the heat boiling beneath his skin, but all that had done was bolt him down to the smoke, cementing him deeper and deeper until there was no room for escape.

He’d find himself back in the same place, in the same disarray, his chest heavy with the weight of everything he had tried to incinerate, its embers clinging to him like a vice — questioning repeatedly: What is this?

He hadn't known it then, but he’s fully capable of answering himself now.

What else, if not weakness?

Katsuki is not used to losing. That’s why it rankles him to no end, how he never had to worry about loss before you, because you are the one thing Katsuki surrenders to, weak in the knees, like a knight swearing fealty.

“Hngh — fuck — Katsuki!”

And you are the only thing he is afraid of losing.

Head spinning, the ashen blonde is anything but patient. The second the door to your shared apartment clicked shut against its latch, he had made his way to the bedroom and dived headfirst into the warmth of your cunt, lapping at your folds with an urgency he’d never known he possessed, all without having the decency to even strip you bare.

An esurient animal, truly.

You’re still clad in your outfit from the night. Only, its presentation had been roughened by Katsuki’s desperation to devour you. The fabric of your skirt bunched above the plush of your thigh. Your panties pushed to the side, sodden with his spit and your arousal. The top that adorned your figure had been no exception to his haste, its buttons now scattered all over the floor from how viciously he had ripped it apart.

A shame, really; you looked so pretty. Dressed to the nines for the weekend dates he’d clear his schedule to accommodate for — all to revel in the kiss you’d give him afterwards, heady like a drug. Your tits pressed against his chest as you’d tiptoe in your heels just to reach him.

You were so goddamn beautiful. Always so fucking goddamn beautiful that it pissed him off. Because fuck, if he sees it, it means everyone else fucking sees it too. And that was a fucking problem, because Katsuki does not like to share anything that belongs to him.

Especially you.

A moan rips from your throat as he presses his tongue against your clit, swirling it around the sensitive nub, its motions sending shockwaves of pleasure to pulsate through you, undulating and merciless. Writhing, your legs seek respite, instinctively parting for a break, only to lock around Katsuki as he seizes your thighs even tighter with a grip made of steel.

He peers at you in warning, his eyes saying it all.

Don’t fuckin’ move.

Wordless at how unabashed he is being, you obey, one half of you shy, the other half rendered helpless.

Is this heaven, or is it hell?

As he has his cake and eats it, you are not entirely too sure. With how everything has begun to blur, your surroundings sinking into the swell of your heightened senses, nothing seems to be making sense anymore. You have grown slightly nebulous at the feeling brewing between your thighs, tipsy on the sensation. Too far gone, yet not entirely there yet.

The euphoria of it all feels like heaven, but with how much it burns like sin, it must be hell.

“K-katsuki—!” You whine when he pulls away from you after nearly sending you past the brink of your orgasm. It was painful, but also felt so good — was this a punishment, or a reward?

Neither. The answer is neither.

It’s a reminder — of who you belong to.

As he clambers on top of you, his gaze hungry, you swelter underneath him. “You come on my cock.” He pants in between breaths, situating his thighs to cage your own. “Otherwise, you don’t get to come at all.”

His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans, springing his raging hard on free from the confines of his boxers.

It’s heavy, the weight of it. Slaps against his stomach like it always does, already throbbing at the prospect of taking you. The shade of it an angry red, flushed at the tip, ruddy and slick with precum.

His eyes gleam at the sight spread out before him, fiery kilns flaring even brighter. He’s already drunk on the taste of you, but he finds himself in a trance now, desperate to feel the stretch of your cunt around his girth, the sloppy slip and slide of your shared debauchery.

He’s so hard he could die.

Katsuki clicks his teeth as he gives himself a few tugs, hissing when his hips buck involuntarily, grinding against nothing. He aligns his tip to the slick of your heat soon after, controlled by urge, pressing himself flush against you the second he enters, sweeping over a nipple as he coos at you so sweetly to take it.

Because you’re always sensitive at first — a delicate thing that needs guidance — so Katsuki makes it a habit to be gentle in the beginning, regardless of the situation, regardless of his intention.

(Regardless of how lewd you turn out in the end.)

And you like the contact. Your skin against his skin, chest to chest. The way you can feel his heart racing, and how it’s in tandem with yours. It’s reassuring. Safe. Lets you know you’re in control of him just as much as he’s in control of you.

Good girl, just like that. Just take it. So fuckin’ good for me.

The praise is murmured against the curve of your jaw, tingling with the open-mouthed kisses he sears into your skin like an imprint. You grow dizzy from the affection, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you slowly begin to rut your hips to meet his thrusts. “K-Katsuki,” you drawl, legs wrapping around his torso, as if to root him in place.

He would have laughed, if his mouth wasn't already so busy tending to you — swallowing moan after moan, and pressing kiss after kiss, kindled from the heat of it all.

Fuckin’ hilarious. There’s no need for any of that. He’s not going anywhere, don’t you know this? You should, by now.

Though…

“Faster. More,” you sputter, miserably clamping down around him. “Want more, Katsuki. Please. Katsuki, please.”

With how utterly dumb of a mess he’s managed to weave you into, you might not be in the right headspace to think at all.

Guess he’ll just have to remind you.

“Yeah I fuckin’ got you, sweetheart,” he gloats, close to a growl, raspy and needy. Each push and pull feels as guilty as sin — the burn of pleasure cauterizing the ache of his desire.

“You and your angel cunt.” A slam of his hips. “Takes me in so — so well.” And another. “Practically made for me. ‘S no wonder she’s all mine.”

It’s no wonder you’re all mine, too, was left unsaid, swallowed by the moment. He’s at a loss for words, paralyzed by the heat licking at his spine. Katsuki is frazzled, close to burning. Any trace of exhaustion that had previously coursed through his body now drowned out by the all too consuming adrenaline surging through him like wildfire. Still, he’s never been anything but iron-willed.

A hand slips to sneak around your throat.

Eyeing the flesh, ripe, Katsuki is possessed by this sudden urge to sink his teeth into the column of your neck. He’d already marked you countless times into the night, love bites littering the expanse of your chest, ready to bloom violets when morning comes. But it’s not enough to quell his thirst. He’s hungry, still.

He wants more. Wants to claim you as his. Because that’s what you are — his. And even if the bulge of his cockhead kneading into your cervix reminds you of who you belong to, it doesn’t extend that notice to others.

They still stare, still look at you like you’re a slab of meat. Like a predator waiting to ambush on its prey, their gazes hungry, eyes dropping to where they shouldn't even be fucking looking. All while you’re beside him, too. Don’t they know their fucking place? Don't they see how weak they look next to him? How much they pale in comparison?

He’d kill them if he could, gouge their eyes out of their sockets and blast them with his quirk, sending them into the inferno. But he’s a hero. One who still has to adhere to moral conduct, despite how much everyone pushes him to go against it. But fuck, if another bastard fucks you with their eyes like that again, he’ll gladly send himself to Tartarus.

“God, you’re so—” he grits his teeth, his palms moving to cup your asscheeks as he decides against it. Control yourself. “—so fuckin’ hot. A goddamn tease. Do you like it? Riling me up like that? Making me angry?” He taunts.

“Cause I don’t. It’s not fuckin’ nice, princess.”

He’s right. It isn’t nice at all. Especially for someone like Katsuki, who had never been a patient person. His temper had always been through the roof, even from the second he was born — explosive yet enticing all the same.

Still, you never expected this much when you poked fun at him on the car ride home, tounging at his mouth and palming the tent in his slacks as you teased him for being jealous, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.

You did not take heed to the silence that followed afterwards — that was your mistake. And this,

“‘M sorry! ‘M s—sorry!”

This was your lesson.

“You don’t sound fuckin’ sorry,” he barks, pulling you to match his rhythm, since you’re too goddamn spoiled to do it yourself now. “You sound like a slut.”

You feel like one, too, with how your legs quake around him, trembling from the poorly drawn circles he rubs against your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“N-not a slut…” you slur, even though how you’re presenting yourself says otherwise. A manic kind of grin paints his face.

“Then what are you, huh?” he spits.

Katsuki backs up — slowly, teasingly — until just the tip remains inside you. “If you’re not a slut—” He watches as you clench around nothing, your gaping hole fluttering with the ache to be filled. “—Then what are you?”

You already know.

Without any consideration, or maybe too much of it, Katsuki buries himself to the hilt, so deep you could practically feel him in your stomach. It robbed you of your breath, knocked out all the air inside your lungs until all you could feel was him.

“Answer me.”

One last slam of his hips until…

You fall apart, coming undone as the knot inside you snaps, unraveling as it makes way for your release to squirt against his pelvis.

“Katsuki’s — Hmgh! — I’m Katsuki’s! I’m yours!”

That was the last thing he could handle before he followed suit, dribbles of cum painting your insides as he clung onto you. A weak mumble of a curse left his mouth when your hands snaked around him to dig their fingertips into the muscles of his back, carving rogue half moons onto his shoulder blade.

“Hell fuckin’ right, you are.”

He grabs your chin, smashing his lips against yours to entangle you both in a strangled kiss. “Mine,” he says against it, continuing the rock of his hips before pulling away to make clear his intention. “Fucking say it again.”

You mewl in protest, already tugging on his hair to pull him down. Forehead to forehead, your hot breath fanning the dew on his flushed cheeks, you promise:

“Y-yours, ‘m yours."

“Yeah.” His dick twitches inside you.

“Mine. Mine. All mine. Only mine.”

So you better fucking remember it. And everyone else, too, for his sake and their own. Because while there are better ways to stake his claim on you — like slipping the diamond ring kept hidden in his drawer on your finger — he’s not above punting some bastard in the face.

Guilty as charged. Fucking sue him. He’s always been selfish. You know this, so don’t let up — you’re the only one he’d get on his knees for, anyway.

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now, this! this is my kind of smut. the way i was crossing my legs every 5 seconds. i really couldn't get enough of this. there's definitely not enough Dom!Jin on here so thank you for the contribution. idk why the girlies(gn) can't see it. THE MAN IS A DOM!!! this was a thrill. thank you so much for sharing this!

know your place. (ksj)

Pairing. Seokjin x fem!reader.

Rating. 21+

Genre. filth, purely porn. no plot.

Word-Count. 1k+

Warnings. mean Jin. missionary sex. doggy style sex. spanking and light pussy slapping. unprotected sex (please use protection IRL). creampie. no aftercare. minors - DNI.

Disclaimer: Please note that the following story is entirely fictional. While some of the characters may have physical traits or names similar to those of celebrities, the connection ends there. I do not have any personal connection to these celebrities, and I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, or beliefs.

Copyright: I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics for the pretty divider.

Ass up, your lower back tattoos on full display, face pressed against the softest of pillows, cool silken sheets in contact with your exposed skin, and his hands splayed on your reddened cheeks. You wouldn't trade this night for anything else. As his fingers slide over every inch of your soft flesh, electricity buzzes within you. Your brain suddenly reminds you that he barely knows your name. You are okay with that. You'd forget your own name if that meant having more of him doing more of this to you.

The rain pitters and patters on the glass windows of his bedroom. He flips you over, his eyes sparkling in the dark room softly illuminated by the cozy lights outside. It seems like the street lights have busied themselves getting hazy, too shy to witness the carnal ongoings of this bedroom.

His eyes radiate something you've longed to witness. Pure, unadulterated desire. His flesh sizzles against yours, as he lowers himself to leave kisses from your neck to your belly. His palms never not touching you. Never not eliciting the sweetest of moans from you.

Your own fingers with neatly manicured nails get entangled in his expensive hair. They pull at his roots when his drag over the meat of your inner thighs.

"Wah. Look at you. So full, so wet. Perfectly ready, all for me."

Only a whimper dares to escape your throat at his pleased proclamation. Your mound bucks up at his praise, and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"You've an incredibly impatient pussy. Tut. Tut. Don't worry, I like that." A slap echoes through the room. A new sensation reverberates in your core. Had anyone slapped your cunt before? You don't think so.

A vulgar trail of your slickness trickles down your over lubricated self. Your hands travel to his tightened core, and you feel for the first time, the source of his famed core strength. Further down, your hands, impatient, find their true target; his hardened, and primed for action, member. Your lithe fingers tug on it. From his base, along his length, up to his head. A few more tugs and pulls, and you're stopped. Your hand is slapped away.

"Know your place." He says with sudden sternness.

"You offer. I am the one who decides." He adds with sharpened clarity.

You desperately nod. And another chuckle echoes in the darkness.

His fingers sink into your full mound, ecstasy shimmering through your nerves. He licks your hardened nipples. Painful, with how erect they are. He licks just under your belly button. He makes a final, excruciatingly slow, swipe of your cunt.

Your head is thrown back, as your fingers find the expanse of his curls yet again.

"Ready?"

"Mhmm. Yes."

He positions his length against your entrance. His knees dig into the mattress as he pushes his hardness into your squelching cunt.

A low grunt. "Argh. For fucks sake." A shiver through his warm body as he bottoms out. His hands now on either side of you.

His hips have a mind of their own, as they thrust into you slowly, rhythmically, intentionally. The rain and the car horns of impatient drivers create a wonderful symphony together with his grunts, with the sound of his skin smashing against yours.

The beautiful bow shape of your back arching, the glint of sweat on his forehead, the sweet soreness in your thighs as you struggle to keep your legs spread wide enough for him, for this long, while his sculpted bottom contracts and expands, fucking you into oblivion.

"Ass."

You break apart. Turn over. But you want to see him. His face. Remember this forever. Remember how his cock split you open. Remember how you whored yourself for him.

A searing slap hits across your ass cheeks. "Open, and up."

You spread your legs wider, for your swollen mound to be fully visible to him, and raise your ass up, propping a pillow under your belly. His dick is speared inside you instantly. You can only imagine your fleshy globules jiggling artfully and obscenely at his ministrations. His fingers trace the tattoo lines on your lower hip.

"Gorgeous." He notes.

You turn around to catch a glimpse of his sharp jawline, his chiseled face, his dangerous eyes. Another tingling slap across your bottom while he pounds into you from behind.

He bends over, his chest flush against your back, sweat meeting sweat, heat meeting heat. His lips grazing over your ears.

"Sweet, tight, impatient pussy." He whispers punctuated by labored grunts.

"Takes me well. Far too well." Another saccharine groan.

You like his voice too much. You want more of it. You need more of him. You push your ass on his length. Fucking his cock, instead of him ravaging your pussy.

His forehead falls on your back, surrender almost in sight. You ride his cock at a blinding speed. He shivers and growls. You have a sweet tooth and his sounds are pure sugar.

"Arrrgggggh. STOP." You halt.

"KNOW your place." He reprimands, resuming fucking you, but at a glacial pace, almost as if it were meant to punish you for taking control. His fingers reach your nubby bundle of nerves and catalyze a devastating event. As rain pours heavily against his windows, a thunderstorm forms inside and outside. You see lightning, you hear the rumble of a thunder, you feel it striking you at any moment. Like a cloudburst that no one sees coming, you reach your blinding climax, tightening around his hardened length, a thunderstorm reaching its end with a loud scream. His fingers cover your mouth.

"Fuckkk."

You almost milk him. He doesn't waste a moment, pounding into your expended cunt, arriving at his own satisfying conclusion, shooting his cum, filling your pussy. It dribbles down your thighs lasciviously, and he falls down next to you, spent.

"Fuck."

Panting, chests heave, the smell of sex and pricy cologne diffused in the air, luxury sheets soiled.

"You can let yourself out." He spews and goes to sleep.

And you do.

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So Auntie Lino 👀 I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m so gay for her 😩 so just imagine admitting to him that he looks hot asf dressed as auntie Lino so he fucks you dumb asf in character and he gets all mommy mode and AGGHKSNAJS it’s a need.😵‍💫🤭

Let me see what you're hiding from Mummy

Oh @noellllslut baby! You don't know how excited I was to see this in my asks. I ran away with the whole "mummy" kink, I hope you love it.

NSFW // 18+ MINORS DNI for the love of god.

Features: female reader x cross dressing aunty lino

Word count: 4.4k

warnings below.

Kinks and warnings: Mummy kink (Lee Know is referred to as Mummy), choking on cock (cutting off air supply), Edging, Light Dom/Sub, Pet names (Mummy, babygirl, kitten etc), Name calling (slut, whore), unprotected piv sex, oral sex (m rec), cross dressing, vaginal fingering, creampie.

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Lee Know couldn’t help but notice the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him while he was on was the SKZ Family set. So he deliberately slouched back in his seat, spreading his legs unashamedly under the silk skirt he wore as part of his Aunty Lino costume. He knew what it was doing to you. You tried your hardest to look away, but your eyes kept returning to him, alternating between gazing at his beautiful dolled up face and wig, to almost drooling as you stared at his crotch. You knew what was underneath that dress, although you’d never seen it or experienced it first hand.

Lee Know had seen you around a few times now. You were the newest staff member of the catering service that sometimes provided refreshments and food to the group. You stood out like a sore thumb, actually, with your eyes wide, starstruck. You’d never been in such close proximity to idols before.

Lee Know thought you looked cute. He liked that you seemed flustered around him and the other members. But he also noticed that you didn’t seem to ever really be looking at them, but rather your gaze was always on him. Your stare made him feel flushed. Luckily the blush make up could hide the fact there was also a natural shade of pink burning on his skin.

You were looking at him almost shamelessly towards the end of filming. That’s why he kept opening his legs to sit “unladylike”. That’s why he raised his voice, bellowing angrily, confusing you with the alluring mix of feminine and masculine. That’s why he dared to glance right back at you whenever he looked around the room. He wanted to send you a message; that he knew you were watching him, and he wanted you to know that he was enjoying it.

You felt like you would certainly have a heart attack if he looked at you one more time. The way he sat back in the chair, feet planted far apart made you want to fucking straddle him then and there. He was taunting you with brief glances, and eventually outright stares. You felt an ache in your core and a wetness forming between your legs. Thank fuck this was almost over and you could pack up and leave.

“Hey!” Your colleague caught your attention. “Turns out they want to stay dressed up to go to the holiday house to have a party. Apparently you’re invited!” He exclaimed. “Maybe you could take all the spare food there. Come and help me pack and up and you can drive it over there now and set up.”

Well there goes going home. Wait. What? They invited you? You felt anxiety rising inside your chest.

“Here, let me help.” You turned towards the voice that broke your thoughts. Fucking Lee Know.

“Oh—“ you choked. “Um… it’s fine. Really.” You managed to say. He was standing awfully close to you. He wasn’t a lot taller than you were, and so you got a perfect close up view of his gorgeous face. His pretty almond eyes framed by the hair of the chestnut brown wig. How the hell were you going to survive the night? Both your nerves and horny levels were through the roof.

“I insist, kitten. Let’s get the lids on these, and I’ll help carry them out to the car.” He smiled kindly. Who were you to deny him? You were told by your boss when you started this job to do anything the idols want. If they want to help you, then you had to let them.

You felt his eyes on you as he followed you out to your car, hoping he wasn’t looking at your ass.

“So, I’ll be seeing you at the party tonight, yeah?” He asked closing the car boot and turning to lean on it.

“Well I have to be there - all the food is in my car now.” You chuckled like an idiot, then looked down at your feet.

Lee Know simply smirked at you. “You’re an interesting little kitty.” He continued to smirk whilst he’s eyes turned dark. How were you meant to respond to that?

“Well,” He suddenly stood tall as if snapping out of his thoughts, and walked around to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door for you. “Drive safely.” He said as you slid into the seat. You rolled your eyes “Yes Mum.” You mocked like you were an unamused teenager responding to an overprotective parent.

Lee Know’s energy shifted. “What did you just call me?” His tone was one of amusement, but there was something behind his eyes. Something devious. He leaned down in the doorway, one hand resting on the open door, the other on the side of the car, his curtain of “hair” framing his pretty face in the most elegant way.

“I said: Yes, Mummy.” You repeated condescendingly and locked eyes on him. Fuck he made you feel nervous, but you weren’t going to let on. Something inside you was enjoying being a little bratty.

“Hmm.” He said standing back up and closing the car door and walking back inside without another word.

You pulled up at the holiday house, knowing that you would have arrived there before the members. That gave you time to fumble around your car for your emergency “going out bag” - ready with a little black dress, a hairbrush and makeup - and then took the left over food up to the house in two trips. A staff member let you in so you could set up. You took a deep breath as you surveyed the food. Yep everything looked fine.

Your next priority was changing into your dress so you went in search of a bathroom to get changed and touch up your makeup. You didn’t want to take up the common bathroom, so you went looking for an ensuite off of a bedroom. It didn’t take long to find one that seemed suitable. The far bedroom down the hall. You’d be out of the way in this room. No one would stumble upon you there. You closed the bedroom door and went into the the bathroom, peeling off your black slacks and black blouse, realising you weren’t wearing an appropriate bra for the dress you had brought. Fuck it. You had nice tits though, so you decided to go bra-less. Your dress was a black mini dress, super tight (it’ll hold those puppies in), that zipped up the entire front - from the hem to the neckline. It was probably too much for the occasion. It was more a clubbing dress, not a hang out with some idols at a casual house party type of dress. But it was either that or your work clothes. You glanced down at the discarded slacks and blouse and then back up to your reflection. Nope! The dress it is.

Next you added some heavier eyeshadow and a tonne of mascara. Finally, a slick of red lipstick. You weren’t planning to impress anyone, right? You just needed to match the makeup to the dress.

You could hear loud music thumping, and muffled boisterous voices through the walls. The boys must have arrived.

You looked yourself over in the vanity mirror one final time. Okay. You’ve got this. You don’t actually have to speak to him. It’s okay. You reassured yourself. Just chat to someone else. Maybe Han. Or Felix. They seem safe.

You pepped yourself up, took a deep breath and opened the door to go back into the bedroom.

Your heart almost jumped out of your body and out of the window. Actually, you wanted to throw your entire body out of the window.

Lee Know. Sitting on the end of the bed. Directly facing you. Legs fucking spread. Still in Aunty-fucking-Lino mode.

His mouth was parted slightly. He was taken aback by what he saw. But he recovered quickly and you didn’t notice because you were too busy having some sort of panic attack. “W-what are you doing in here?” You asked timidly.

Lee know chuckled. “This is my room for the night. I wasn’t expecting a visitor waiting for me.”

“Oh!” Was all that came out of your mouth and your hand flew to your chest, clasping at the zipper, ensuring you were properly dressed. The way he was looking at you made you feel naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.

“I’m really sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’ll be out of your way.” Of all the rooms you chose to change in, it had to be Lee Know’s.

You lowered your head and nervously made a beeline for the door. The sooner you removed yourself from the situation the better.

You reached for the door handle, but a hand landed on the door, next to your head, preventing you from opening it. Preventing you from leaving. Trapping you. A rustle of fabric grazed the back of your bare legs, making you freeze. Lee Know’s warm breath on your neck caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You tried to ignore the ache between your legs.

But there was something else happening too. Despite your nerves. Despite this situation being inappropriate and unprofessional. Despite your oftentimes timid nature, you were curious. It was almost like there was a little devil on your shoulder, a little voice that made your insides itch to torment Lee Know.

“What’s the matter? Doesn’t Mummy want to let me out of the house dressed like this?” You boldly teased.

Lee Know pressed his erection into your ass, startling you. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath his dress, his hard cock bouncing freely against you made that perfectly clear. You laughed condescendingly and continued to torment. “Afraid some boys will ruin my honour? Steal my innocence, hmm?”

Lee know growled and spun you around and pushed you against the door.

“There won’t be anything for those boys to ruin once I let you leave this room.” He sneered low and deadly, staring into your eyes.

His gaze dropped to your zipper. You held your breath. He won’t. Surely. He took his thumb and forefinger and grasped the toggle. Oh fuck he is going to. He unzipped your dress all the way, causing it to pop open and your bare tits to spill out, exposing you to the man in front of you.

Your hands automatically came to cover your breasts, a red hot flush overtaking your body.

“Tsk tsk, little one.” He soothed, taking a hand to yours and peeling it slowly away from your chest. “You need to show Mummy what you’re hiding.” He said softly. As you let him remove your hands, his eyes hungrily roamed your almost naked body. You held your breath as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. A pained expression on his face.

“What else have you been keeping secret?’ He leaned his mouth against your neck, making you shudder.

“N-nothing.” Your voice trembled. Lee Know’s energy felt so intoxicating.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” His voice deep in your ear, his fingers resting on your hips.

“I-I’m not.” You repeat he dug his fingers hard into your flesh.

“I’m going to have to check for myself, then.” He whispered. He slid his hand all the way down your body and slipped a finger between your lips, exploring, checking. You closed your eyes. You knew you were absolutely soaked. There was no way to deny it.

“I knew it. You were hiding something from Mummy, after all.” He smirked. “I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. Yet you said you weren’t hiding anything from me.” He shoved a finger into your pussy without warning, making you cry out and throw your head back.

“I’m sorry.” You panted. You were alarmed at the wet noises that were already coming from your cunt as Lee Know started to finger fuck you.

“Sorry who?” He snarled.

“Ahh… Sorry, Mummy.” You cried.

“Sorry for what?” He demanded, thrusting into your spongy wall.

“Sorry I was hiding it.” You said, whimpering now.

“Hiding what.” Oh god you were almost there already.

“That I want you to fuck me.” Your hand flung over you mouth. What the fuck did you just say? How did he just get you to say that?

“Why do you want Mummy to fuck you?” There was genuine curiosity behind is eyes. His fingers stilled inside you while he waited for your to respond.

“Because you’re just so pretty…and soft. Delicate, even. Makes me want to taste your lips.” You whimper, almost in tears because he had stopped fingering you when you were so close to climaxing.

“Let me make it clear, I’m far from pretty, or soft, or delicate.” Minho spat and raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He didn’t like that you thought he was soft. You needed to be taught just how punishing, brutal, satisfying he could be. He smashed down hard on your mouth. His sticky lip gloss mixing with your bright red lipstick.

His tongue pushed it’s way into your mouth and you took it willingly, letting it explore your own tongue, taking up space inside your mouth. His kiss letting you know how much he wanted to be inside your body, and what it felt like to have him possess you.

You pulled away. “You’re wrong, Mummy. I bet your cock’s pretty… ” You whispered.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. “Mummy needs to punish you for hiding things.”

You immediately sunk to your knees and Lee Know pulled your dress off completely, leaving you on in just your tiny purple, soaking, satin thong. You were shaking with anticipation and arousal as your fingers gripped the hem of his skirt. You slowly gathered the delicate fabric, lifting it up… up… up. Slowly revealing his strong, toned thighs. You gulped. You were almost there. Almost at the top of his legs. Just another inch, and there it was. The most mouthwatering cock you had ever seen. Your eyes widened.

The sight was positively obscene. He looked so soft and delicate in his wig, makeup and layers of pretty fabric. But underneath his skirt he was rock hard, veins bulging, pre-cum oozing from the tip. His angry erection eager and ready to tear up a pussy or a mouth. Your mouth. Right now.

Lee know took the skirt from your hands, bunching it up and holding it behind his back so that his view of you wasn’t obstructed. His other hand rested above you on the door.

You kept your eyes on him as you slowly dragged your fingernails up his thighs, noticing his eyes close momentarily as he shuddered through an exhale. He was trying to hide the anticipation and pure lust that ran through his veins. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, pointing it towards you. You leaned in and kissed the tip then smeared the pre-cum over your lips. “Fuck, baby girl. Stop teasing.” He panted when your tongue poked out and licked the tip. Despite your cunt begging you to throw him on the bed and demand he fuck the living shit out of you, you wanted to take your time pleasuring him with your mouth. Lee Know stayed as still as possible, using all his willpower not tear up your throat with his cock as you continued to take it slow.

You licked his shaft from base to tip, you tongue exploring the ridges of his veins that ran along the length. You lifted his cock towards his stomach so you could take his balls in your mouth, suckling them, humming on them. “F-fuckkk!” Lee Know hissed. You could feel his legs shake slightly, faltering just the slightest bit. And then you wrapped your lips around the head of his dick and sunk down as far as you could in one fluid motion. Lee Know whimpered and you purred at how good it felt to have him in your mouth.

You sped up your movements as your head bobbed up and down along his cock, taking more and more of him into the back of your throat. Saliva began to drip down your hand that was working the remaining length you couldn’t quite take. You wanted to take him entirely and tears sprang from your eyes as you gagged around him. “So fucking perfect…mmmm….so slutty…..slutty little girl just wants cock, hmm? So pretty, so dirty with Mummy’s cock rammed down her throat.” Filthy words spilled from his mouth.

Looking down at you endearingly, he reached down and grasped your jaw, forcing it open in the most careful and gentle way. You locked eyes on him as he slowly withdrew his cock, holding your jaw still, sighing as more and more of it emerged from your mouth dripping in saliva. He was almost the whole way out, and your cunt clenched in anticipation to be filled, but Lee Know simply sunk back into your mouth again with a low groan. He pushed himself all the way in, pressing the back of your head towards him as he pushed his hips forward. You couldn’t breath for a good thirty seconds. Then he eased out enough for you to take a breath. You had to be quick though, because he was back down your throat without warning.

Tears ran down your face as your air supply was repeatedly cut off, but never longer than you could handle. The head of his cock making you gag, causing your eyes to water even more.

“So messy for me.” Lee know murmured, smearing your mascara further down your cheek with his thumb. “You look like a little slut, the way you take all of me in like that.” Lee know started fuck your face faster now, your hands gripping onto his perfect dancer’s thighs so you wouldn’t get knocked backwards. Not that you really could be knocked backwards with his hand holding you so firmly against his pelvis on every thrust.

All you could think about was how much you needed this cock inside another hole. Any of them. All of them! You wanted Lee Know to fill you up in every way.

“Fuck! You feel so good. Such a good fucking girl.” He grunted. Good girl. Oh god you needed him to fuck you. You were more than ready. You reached down to your drenched panties, pushing the fabric aside and started to rub your clit frantically. You needed the release. You needed to fucking come!

Lee know pulled your head back by your hair, pulling his cock out of your mouth. “On the bed right fucking now.” He demanded, pulling you up and pushing you down on the bed. “Head down, ass up. Let me get a good look at you.” He gripped one of your ass cheek, the jiggle eliciting a low growl from him. “If you turn your head the other way you’ll be in for a treat.” He whispered peeling your panties down your thighs.

You lifted your mascara stained cheek off the mattress and turned to rest your other cheek on the bed. You were staring directly into a full length mirror, and you were just in time to watch Lee Know approach you from behind.

With one hand holding his skirt out of the way and the other around his length, he lined himself up to your slick entrance, but didn’t penetrate you just yet. He teased you a moment longer by dragging his tip through your dripping lips from the entrance to your clit. Your legs were already trembling from the sheer desperation of needing to be speared by his cock. And you could see it all unfolding in the reflection of the mirror. The moment Lee know’s hips pushed forward. The moment the tip pushed passed your entrance making you gasp at both the visual and the actual sensation of him stretching you open. You saw the furrowed brow and then the look of relief on his face as he sunk further into your cunt. You saw him flick his long hair over his shoulder and then grip your hip as he began to thrust into you fully.

“So tight… your cunt feels so fucking tight.” He mumbled, losing himself immediately.

“Am I wet, Mummy?” You choked. You caught him smirk at your desperation for praise.

“Mmm… absolutely fucking soaking… listen carefully you can hear it… “

You could hear the squelching sounds filling the room but you wanted him to tell you. You wanted to hear him say dirty things.

“Is this what you wanted? Mummy to stuff your pussy full of cock?” He quickened his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting you deep inside. “Answer me.” Me growled and slapped a hand down on your ass. You cried out at the sting. “Yes, M-mummy.” Lee Know slapped you again. “That’s it, you can scream… no one’s gonna hear you. No one will come and help you.” His words made your walls clench, the thought of being trapped in the room where no one could hear your screams, where Lee Know could do anything he desired, made the tension in you core tighten. You were going to come any moment.

“Fuck, your cunt is sucking me in… greedy, tight, little…grr.” He propped a foot up on the bed next to your leg to get a different, a deeper, angle. His deep, hard, brutal thrusts slamming directly against your cervix. Over and over and… “Fuckkk!!! Mummmy!!!! Ahhhh.” You cried out at full volume as you involuntarily clenched and relaxed around Lee Know’s cock. Your entire body convulsed and shook with what was easily one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. Especially when your clitoris was practically untouched. After you came down, Lee Know pulled out abruptly and you collapsed on the bed, still shaking. You rolled onto your back and looked up at Lee Know, expecting him to be depositing his load on your body. But instead, you found him trying to calm his breath and slow his heart. His cock was screaming for release, but it seemed he didn’t want to come just yet. “Lee Know, let me take care of you.” You sat up, reaching for him.

He shook his head. “No, sweet kitten. Just give me a sec.” He panted as though he was in pain, and you were confused. He climbed up on the bed and laid on his back, his head resting on the pillows.

He reached out for you with his hand. “Come ride me…please.” He ushered you over to him, desperation on his face. He had just fucking edged himself.

You kicked off your panties entirely and climbed up to straddle him. He looked a mess. His wig slightly askew, his own mascara running down his cheeks, your red lipstick smeared across his lower lip. He looked perfectly fucked up. You bit on your lower lip as you sank over his cock, drawing a sharp a hiss from his mouth. “So tight.” He mumbled under his breath. “So fucking wet.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. His hands found purchase on your hips as you rolled your them, grinding against him. You moved slowly, your clit pressing against his hard lower abdomen.

“Open your eyes, Mummy. Look at me. Watch me. Am I doing good?” You purred. Lee Know opened his eyes. They were blown out, hazy with lust and the need to climax. Yet there was also a kindness and a softness to them.

“You’re doing so good, little one. So fucking perfect.” He smiled. “I need you to make Mummy come now. Good girl. Yes like that.” He praised you as you moved a little faster. Lee Know’s cock filled you so well. Stretching you perfectly. Touching the deepest parts of you. “You really do have a pretty cock, you know? Need you to fill me up with your cum now. Need it deep inside my pussy.” You were losing yourself as well as another orgasm was building. You looked down at the man underneath you, reaching down and playing with the little tie on his jacket and then reaching up to cup his cheek. He pulled you down onto him, taking your mouth with his, finding your tongue, climbing inside of you. Possessing you completely.

Something inside him snapped, and with his hands digging into your hips he began to pound into you brutally from underneath you. Loud whimpers jolting out of you from the force behind his hips. He brought a thumb to your clit, circling it as he knocked the breath out of you time and time again. “Come with me.” It wasn’t quite a demand, it was more of a plea.

“Come in me. Fill me up…please.” You plead in return as your orgasm hit. Electricity shot through your body and out your fingers and toes, and you clamped down hard around Lee know’s cock. “Oh fucking Go—” you cried at the top of your lungs.

“Fuckkkk!!!” Lee know growled as hips hips faltered and you felt his hot seed spurt deep inside of you. His orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and you knew there was so much cum, you could feel it coating your insides. It was already starting to leak out around the base of his cock.

After a few moments you pulled off him, flinging yourself on the bed next to him. You were both still panting, trying to catch your breath. Trying to process what had just happened.

“Fuck that was amazing!” Lee Know stated. “I didn’t expect to be so into that.”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him. “What, the Mummy thing or the cross dressing?” you asked.

“Both.” He suddenly looked nervous. You leaned down and kissed him slow and deep. “Me either.” You admitted.

“Hey,” he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Let’s go take a shower, and then I’ll show you what Daddy can do to you.” He whispered deviously.

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hihihi I have a thought !! Jeongin's reaction when he found out that reader is a camgirl

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ camera shy, y. jeongin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾!𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇，𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 ???，𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌，𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍，𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽．

[ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ] 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 <𝟥 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝗈 <𝟥 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝟤 𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗅 !!

[ 𝟦．𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ✩ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ✩ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

HE’S JUST your roommate. And as your roommate, he wasn't shy to just walk right into your room, ready to ask you about the mess in the kitchen or the curling iron you left in the bathroom the two of you shared. As your roommate he never expected to walk into your bedroom and see you spread wide in front of your desk computer, playing with yourself and talking to the camera.

Jeongin's jaw dropped straight to hell, his eyes practically bulging as he stared. It was impossible to turn away; it was like his gaze was glued to you. The way your fingers pressed into your clit like a button, your lips pressed together hard as you paused to breathe. Jeongin didn't know how to form sober thoughts anymore. He felt drunk and dizzy while staring at you, his mind was slurred and even though he wasn't saying anything, he felt he wasn't making sense.

You hadn't noticed him standing in the doorway, surprisingly. Your eyes were still seductively staring into the screen, gaze falling to every other comment, smirking at some of the more desperate ones.

You spoke slowly, like you wanted everyone there to understand, even Jeongin.

"I'm all wet just for youuu." Your voice fell into a soft whine, sing-song like as you smile. Jeongin doesn't know why but your words go straight to his dick and he braced himself on the wall, fearing he'd lose his balance.

You continued, still somehow unaware of Jeongin's presence. It didn't help that the room was dark apart from the dim light of your desktop and the pale bulb of your bedside lamp. Your head was facing the screen entirely, too focused to even notice his watching figure on the sidelines.

You weren't anything like the Y/N he usually saw. Normally you were quiet and a bit shy, he'd never take you for the type to be so lewd behind the scenes. It was dangerous the duality you secretly held. Your eyes were low and dark under the limited light, lips glossed and shiny, your pretty body cutely dressed in something that Jeongin never knew he needed to see. A pale pink lingerie set, gorgeous around your curve with bows on every line of lace, sewn into the straps and panties cutely. All this and Jeongin's mouth watered like a dog; shamefully, he was already hard,embarrassingly so.

You hissed as you read something, assuming to be someone's comment out loud, "You look so good right now, that set suits you," You smiled sweetly like it was any other compliment, your cheeks dimpled and hot, "Thank you, I picked it out for you."

Jeongin's brain went foggy again. If he could get his feet to work he would've left already, embarrassed yet painfully hard. He wished he could find the strength to turn around and fix himself up— ease the burden of blood rushing to his cock. You were doing something to him he didn't except. He's watching you like god herself had divined right before him; he's thinking like Satan had run his fingers along his skin and tainted his mind. He felt dirty, he felt like perverted loser as he stood frozen watching you.

You bit your lip, sucking in a breath of air softly as your fingers slid down your slid, poking daintily at your hole.

"I actually have a surprise for you guys," You began with a soft smile, eyes a little hazy as you reached over your desk. You pulled out of what seemed to be thin air, a hot pink dildo, the color harsh and bright. Jeongin almost choked at the sight, the color, the length, the idea of you putting that into yourself— it felt like a fever dream to witness, "Isn't it pretty? I bought it yesterday... should I try it on stream?"

Jeongin listened like he was an avid viewer; like he himself had paid the same money those people on the stream had to see you. Once again a wave of shame flushed across him, cheeks reddening but feet remaining concrete on the floor.

"Yeah? Okay," You seemed entirely too happy, leaning back in your chair and giving the viewers once again an amazing view. Your tits pressed together by your arms, your panties on you right ankle, dangling forgotten and free, "It's a bit bigger than I'd normally buy... I wonder if it'll even fit..."

Your eyes raised back to the screen and for a second Jeongin saw that shy girl he knew. Your eyes were widened and your lips damp and parted. It was a gorgeous sight and he felt a sudden urge to walk over there and grab your face, maybe even make you take all of him for those viewers to see. The power you held over him right now was insane and you didn't even know it.

You bit your lip with your eyebrows pressed together, bringing the thick silicone to your pussy, rubbing it along your clit whilst simultaneously collecting your own essence along the shaft.

Jeongin's eyes followed every movement you made; enamored as you held the toy to your hole now, sucking in a breath as you slipped it inside of you slowly, etching deeper and deeper until the majority of it disappeared inside of you.

Jeongin let out an audible groan, somehow you hadn't heard it; your head leaned back and eyes shut, embracing the feeling as your walls snugly held the dildo in place.

"F-fuck," You cried out softly, lifting your head back to the screen, "It feels so good... so much bigger t-than usual."

Jeongin could barely see your screen but he just knew the chat was exploding. Your eyes tried to follow each one but you were already growing woozy from the feeling; Jeongin could see it.

"O-oh," You whimpered as you rolled your hips off the chair, struggling to maintain yourself for the camera. You read a comment, "Wish you were taking my cock right now instead of that overpriced p-plastic," You nodded eagerly, eyes fluttery as another whine fell past your lips, "Me too, wish I had real dick right now... fuck."

Jeongin almost opened his mouth to speak before he caught himself; mouth too dry to even say anything to begin with.

"Can you moan a little louder for us?" You read a comment in a soft whispery voice. You nodded at this and let out your prettiest moan, hand moving the dildo in and out of your pussy in steady motions. Your head lulled backward, beginning to lose focus on the screen, "M' gonna cum fast tonight— fuck, feels s'good."

Jeongin's hand was softly caressing himself through his sweats, the tips of his ears stained a shade of red. His eyes scanned over your entire body; the lace that hugged your tits, the hot pink dildo disappearing then reappearing from your cunt, the squish in your belly and the swollen tint of your lips. He bit his lips, afraid he'd say something stupid if he didn't.

"Fu-fuck— can I? Can I cum?" You asked the stream, the people watching the lewd image before them. You whimpered again, thighs shaking and threatening to close.

You read the chat, grateful for the kindness tonight as the chat flooded with praise and yes's.

In his head, Jeongin was pleading with you to cum, his eyes fixed on your twitching kissy as you began to up your pace. You rapidly pushed the toy into you over and over again; moans getting more frequent and whinier.

You moaned out something incoherent and whiny, your head falling back, exposing your chest hidden beneath the thin veil of lace. Your orgasm came with no warnings, your moans expertly loud and helpless as you fucked yourself through your high.

All the while Jeongin palmed his bulge and wondered how he'd never seen you like this sooner. It had to be the best thing he'd ever seen.

Your high came in intervals, your head falling back and thighs twitching. Jeongin watched you lean your own head back, tilt it his direction and moan, eyes locking on hiss and in your orgasm-filled daze your hand reached out to him, making Jeongin's heart (and dick) lurch.

Your eyes glossy and your chest heaving as you mewled and moaned something that couldn't be understood; all the while your eyes on Jeongin, now aware of his presence and reaching for him with grabby, shaky fingertips.

"I-Innie—" You practically moaned his name as your orgasm fell, ending as you shook helplessly. You continued pushing the dildo into yourself, shame out the window as you continued to hold your gaze. Jeongin couldn't break his eyes away.

"Fuck," He huffed, eyes wide, trying to collect what little dignity he had left, "Sorry— I'll go—"

You shook your head, somehow already knowing exactly what was going on. Your eyes fell to his hand that tried (and failed) to cover his erection, the denim of his pants visibly uncomfortable around his hard cock. You reached again, teary eyes now as you overstimulated yourself with your dildo, still brave enough to stare at him.

His eyes. They were slender and a little nervous yet equally so aroused and dark. The darkness of the room didn't help; making him look especially enticing. While any other night you'd gladly take the chance to have him, especially tonight.

From Jeongin's messy, dyed hair to his expensive facial features. High cheekbones and dangerously pretty eyes, lips soft and pink with the prettiest Cupids bow. Not to mention his beautifully carved body, broad shoulders and chest hidden beneath the thickness of his hoodie. You caught glimpses of his figure all the time, and each time you were drooling in your mind for him.

"Innie... please." The adrenaline of an orgasm gave you the courage to call for him. To plead with him to stay. The chat was exploding with questions, one after the other, donation after donation with notes asking who you were talking to. Your boyfriend? A friend? They were curious, who is this mystery person you're calling out to? Your shaky hands reached for him longingly and the viewers couldn't see but Jeongin didn't hesitate to step toward you, finally being able to pick up his feet.

When Jeongin came on screen all that was visible were his arms and his body, face excluded and cut off screen just at his jaw. The chat was exploding now more than ever, the notification of donations being ignored as the two of you held a longing stare. It was silent, your legs still spread and your mind foggy. Jeongin's vision was blurred but he could make you out so much clearer than before. The dimness no longer shrouded your beauty but highlighted it. Your sweaty chest, your lustful eyes.

He stared and to you it made you sober up a bit, wondering if you'd made the wrong move, but to him be was taking it all in before he grabbed you and bent you over the table. Jeongin cupped your chin, fingers slightly gripping the soft flesh and squishing your lips into a pout.

He didn't care that cameras were rolling, nor that hundreds if not thousands of people were watching the two of you right now. Thinking about it was pointless anyway— all he wanted to do was have his way with you.

"Jeongin..."

You asked quietly, wishing you hadn't said anything now. Afraid of what he was going to say; would he ridicule you? Call you a good for nothing whore and stampede out of the room? Why was he staring into your eyes so deeply? How was he so hot even when you could barely make out his eyes beneath the shroud of dark?

"I'm thinking..." Jeongin stated simply, voice barely audible by viewers.

Your body was shaky and so was your breath, "About... what?" You bit your lip, speech slurred by the way he held your face.

Jeongin's breath fanned your face, warming it even further, sweat beginning to dribble down your temple just from his stare alone.

"All the ways I could fuck you right now."

You practically moaned at the sound of his voice, let alone his words. Such nasty, lewd words that lingered in the air for a minute, a flume of tension rising around the two of you. It was undeniable. You didn't even bother to say more, just staring up at him wide eyed, silently daring him to do it; show you the best he's got. Show everyone watching behind their screens what he could really do.

Jeongin didn't hesitate, bringing you upward, all of his once raging shyness gone. He's got the opportunity and he'd call himself and idiot if he let it pass him by. He flipped you toward the screen, your face inches away as you leaned on your hands, tits threatening to spill from their pink lace homes. You moaned as his hands laced through your hair, digging into your scalp then dragging through the half-made knots. You winced when he wrapped an arm around your waist, adjusting you to his liking, moaning again as he pressed his thick, hot bulge against your backside.

You moaned but it wasn't for the camera this time. You don't know why but Jeongin had this effect on you; something you hoped you'd get to experience again after this.

"Oh— put it in— please, please," You begged outwardly with starry eyes, avoiding your reflection in the monitor and instead staring at his clothed chest, noticing the way his chest rose and fell erratically, "Innie, I can't— want you so bad, p-please!" Your voice was akin to a sob now, breathless as he watched your figure squirm and writhe beneath him.

He swore it altered the chemistry in his brain, ultimately frying it. He saw colors he'd never seen before, he tasted things he'd never tasted before this very moment. All of it was thanks to you.

Those pretty sounds you made eggend him on further, giving him the confidence to speak, "Baby... just look at the camera and hold still."

His voice was nonchalant and demanding but he swore on the inside he was about to combust. His eyes fell to your pretty ass, round cheeks curved up as your back arched; his dick slotted so perfectly between them, the bulge itching to be freed and find it's place in your cute body.

"Take this thing out..." Jeongin pulled the dildo out of you, chuckling at the sight of how much cum fell from the tip, sticky and leaking on your ass and his hands. He tossed it to the side with little care for where it landed; staring back at your cunt again, this time ogling at your cunt peeking through the side of your panties, wetness dripping down your thighs now. He sucked in a breath and a groan, eyes going to the screen as he realized he was on camera again.

"Innie... just fuck me already." You pushed your ass back against him, rubbing mindlessly against his bulge. Jeongin was never one to obey so easily, but this time he swore he'd never untied his sweats faster. He just had to have you right this instant, to fuck you in front of thousands and show them that you have what they'll never get: you.

He himself wasn't even sure if he was dreaming or not. Whether this was real or fake didn't matter to him now— all he cared about was the feeling of your ass pressed against him. God, was it something he could get used to. Just the sight alone left him quaking, pretty and round and daintily covered by the thin veil of pink lace. Leaving nothing to the imagination, only making his cock twitch in his pants.

"You're such a slut," Jeongin's voice was grating like sandpaper on wood, making your stomach flip and your knees shake, "Showing yourself off to the world like this... so wet too, fuck." Jeongin could barely formulate the words as his mind raced; all be could think of was all the things he wanted to do to you.

You whined at his words, clearly wanting to bite back only to receive a tap on your ass. Somewhat of a warning of what his big hands could do if you acted out. You let out a soft shriek that dissipated into a content sigh.

"Using a nasty little toy on yourself isn't gonna do much, sugar..." Jeongin was bending you further into your desk, the bottom half of his face appearing on screen as he whispered in your ear, "Wouldn't you rather have the real thing? Wouldn't you rather have me fill this pretty cunt up for you instead?"

You were quick to respond, nodding your head as you tried to turn your head to face him. He chuckled, nodding as well like a taunt.

"Tell them all then," Jeongin pointed to the screen. The feeling was utter humiliation— or at least it would be if you cared enough. If the bulge of his cock wasn't pressing deliciously against your cunt, applying just enough pressure to your clit. You weakly turned to the screen, mouth wet as saliva pooled in the corner of your lips.

The chat was spamming with questions still. Begging to know who this guy was and why he had shown up suddenly. Why they couldn't make out his face and why he was touching you. They were definitely jealous as he ran a hand up your spine, loving the way you reacted to him and arched your back.

"I-Innie's... he's gonna fuck m'now..." You stared blurry eyed at the screen, listening to the sound of Jeongin shuffling and pulling his dick out from his boxers, slipping his tip up and down your folds. He listened to you continue, "He's— he's gonna fuck me for y-you all." You wiggled your ass slowly with a sly chuckle, pressed your lips together when he suddenly grabbed you. His fingers were rough and his eyes were straight on your ass. His cock leaking against your ass as he adjusted you to his liking.

"Go on." He ordered. The calm yet demeaning sound of his voice making you itch to feel him.

"Can't wait to feel it. Been wanting to since foreverrr," You continued now, "Fuck, want it so—"

Jeongin pushed into you suddenly, making you choke on your words, spit dribbling out the side of your mouth. Evidently shutting you up, he laughed and gave your ass a nice rub. But inside his nonchalant, almost mean demeanor he was losing it.

Never had Jeongin thought he'd be perfectly snug between your thighs inside your gummy walls. Was it something he'd find himself thinking about randomly? All the time. Had he ever thought his fantasies would become a reality? No, not at all. But right now he was reveling in the moment, every breath was like his final, taking it in slow as he tried to think straight. You were squeezing him impossibly good, almost painful like you were choking his poor dick.

Meanwhile, your brain was turning to mush, staring blankly ahead at the screen, eyes too lazy to refocus on the spamming chat. Mostly egging you both on, instructing things to do as if it were their own personal game.

Jeongin wondered how his shy roommate, the girl who was meek and quiet in public, had managed to keep such a dangerously attractive secret for so long. Had you always done this? Was this a new thing? So many questions yet all at once all he needed was to feel you more.

So he gripped your waist, focusing on the pleasure of you, "Fuck, s'better than I imagined."

You nodded softly, already whimpering and moaning between each breath.

Jeongin's eyes were shielded by his hair as he read some of the comments, flabbergasted by some of the shit they were saying. Even more shocked by the amount of money reeling in now. Before his eyes, flashes of donations and notifications beamed over the screen like little surprises.

Jeongin decided in that moment to give the viewers what they want. He bit his lip as he slowly slid out, leaving his leaky red tip in before pushing back in. He was slow and deliberate, all the while his hands ran up and down your waist, reaching and grabbing for any part of you he could.

His eyes came across a specific comment; call her a slut.

Jeongin had no problem doing that, so he lowered a hand to your jaw, gripping your poor, flushed skin and angling your head toward the camera. Your eyes were struggling to stay open and your mouth hung agape. "Fucking slut... desperate to get fucked in front of all these people... nasty aren't you?"

You didn't deny it, instead whimpering at a particularly sharp thrust inside of you. Your nails were digging into the desk, your face felt hot, and your body ached already, "Y-yes."

"What's that?" Jeongin only said it to watch the way you stammered, almost embarrassed to repeat yourself.

"Yes!"

"That's more like it. Speak up, don't hide your sounds, slut."

Jeongin obeyed the comments religiously; even chanting little moans like church hymns. He wasn't gentle, leaving you babbling and drooling. He wasn't even sure you realize you were still displayed on screen for everyone to see. His hands instinctively glided up your body as his eyes scanned the chat once again, looking for inspiration, something to drive you wild with. Satisfy whatever thirst was brewing in the chat.

He kept his moans to himself, slowly losing it each time he listened to your delicious sounds.

Jeongin smirked at another comment; how does it feel?

“See that?” Jeongin pointed your head at the monitor, chuckling when you whispered out a moan, “They’re asking you how it feels. Go on, tell them, slut.” He gave you a particularly harsh thrust, similar to a gentle nudge forward.

Your fingers curled around the edges of the desk, the little table rocking slightly as he slowed his hips down; your body reacting with little pushes back against his hips. Jeongin stared at the screen impatiently, watching as you tried to focus your poor, watery eyes.

“I— I can’t,” You struggled, feeling his strong arm wrapping around your torso, “So deep…”

Jeongin bit his lip, sliding his hand up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you backward. He wasn’t in the mood to be patient anymore; he wanted to fuck you. He was so close and you saying shit like that didn’t help him at all. By the way you were flinching and preening, his name melting off your tongue and heating the air, had his mind slipping. Jeongin gripped your body tightly against his chest, not a care for how the camera was catching you two— you both sweaty and lust filled. Your body reacting with little jerks each time his cock slipped into you completely from sensitivity; prior orgasms giving you the blessing of a fast approaching orgasm.

Jeongin’s hot breath fanned your face, “You close? Tell me, fuck, c’mon.”

You nodded, his fingers grazing up your jaw, “So close… right there, r-right there!” You jaw hung open, little ‘ah’s’ filling the air, whiny and addicting. Jeongin was groaning, lost in the pool of his own pleasure as you squeezed him just right.

“Cum on my cock,” Jeongin groaned breathlessly, rocking you along with his desperate thrusts, “Oh— fuck, s’tight, dammit!”

You came so hard the world went white; blurring your mind and sending you in a spiral of pure bliss. Your body was twitching, going limp in his arms like jelly. His eyes squeezing shut as you did so, curling his toes to keep his orgasm in check.

Before your orgasm was fully done he was pulling out and bending you forward into the desk again, not caring for the things along the table bruising your skin. He pushing you into the wood by the back of your head, slender fingers curling in your hair. He fucked the last of his stamina into his fist, jerking himself off until his dick spurt pretty ropes of pearly cum, thick and steaming along your skin as it landed in gorgeous patterns.

You panted into the desk, eyes focusing on the random corner beside the wall, your mind coming down from a high that left you practically glitching. Jeongin stood up with slumped shoulders, hand dropping his flaccid dick as he panted out little breaths.

Your lips hung wide as realization slowly hit. Usually you’d do a quick goodbye for your viewers, maybe thanking them or doing something small. But this time your body reacted faster than your brain could properly function. You raised your shaky arm to the monitor and simply shut the whole device off, eyes slowly widening, trailing toward the boy behind you.

Your own roommate. Someone you considered a pretty close friend— someone you saw everyday. The boy you complained to and cried to a few times. Now you can add another thing to that list; the boy who made you cum on camera for thousands.

Almost like Jeongin knew what you were thinking he tapped your ass with a little chuckle. His grip finding your waist again, “I didn’t know you were a camgirl.”

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criminal sukuna drabbles + bonus (NSFW version)

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criminal sukuna who lasted a month in prison before he had to write his pretty girlfriend a letter begging- asking for a photo. he didn't specify what kind of photo he wanted, but it was pretty obvious considering your awareness of your boyfriend's high libido. he did make sure to remind you that all of his mail got checked, though.

criminal sukuna who didn't even care that the guard smirked at him as he passed over his mail a week later. he was too busy opening up the envelope, eyes swiftly skimming your letter before the photos fell into his lap.

criminal sukuna who smiled for the first time in a while when he saw the photos you'd sent him. one of the two of you a few months into dating, with you pulling a stupid face and him scowling playfully at you. one of you that must have been taken since he got locked up, wearing all of his clothes and slouching against a wall in your bedroom pretending to be him. and then one of you completely naked, on your knees, sitting like a good girl just how he liked, with a sweet smile up at the camera.

criminal sukuna who got his mileage out of those photos within a night or two. he slotted the nude one in the slats of the empty bunk above him, gazing at it as he grunted and groaned into his fist. it was a good thing he got his use out of them quickly, because he was assigned a cellmate not long after.

criminal sukuna who decided that the worst part about prison was the lack of privacy. after catching his cellmate leering at that nude photo one too many times, he hid it away. he felt down about it for a while, but he secretly got just as much enjoyment out of those other dumb photos.

criminal sukuna who began to get more and more handsy every visiting time, since he had no goddamn privacy to get himself off anymore. he offloaded most of his sexual frustration onto you, sweet conversations about what you'd been up to being broken up by his mutters of how bad he needed you, how he couldn't stop dreaming about fucking that pretty little-

criminal sukuna who was surprised when he found out that you had taken his complaining seriously and managed to get a private slot of 'one-on-one' time in the back room. there was a panic button and a guard posted outside, but it was like a gift from divinity to your boyfriend.

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His eyes were on you as soon as the guard opened the door. Even though you'd tried to come visit every week for the last few months, something about the way those amber eyes were locked onto you made your heart beat faster. If you ignored the clanging of the keys as his cuffs were unlocked, it was like the first time all over again.

He didn't wait for the guard to leave before he was striding towards you. You managed to take a few steps back and buy time until the door slammed shut. Then he was on you.

"Baby." It sounded like a warning when he murmured that soft word against your lips. His forehead rested against yours, hands finding your hips and gripping like he was never going to let go again. "My baby. Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, to savour this slot of time because it might be the only closeness you had until he was released. But you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips, see the thin restraint he was still clinging onto. He needed this, needed you. And you needed it too.

"Ryomen..." You breathed his name softly, watching his eyes flutter slightly. "If you're not gonna fuck me hard enough to feel you till you're back home, you're wasting our precious time."

A slow smile crept over his lips. You felt your chest rising and falling heavily as you looked up at him, waiting for that inevitable snap of his control. His fingers brushed the side of your face lightly. Your eyes shut as he closed the little distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. It was brief, and you opened your eyes expecting to see a gentle, loving look on his face. Instead, he was looking at you like he was about to eat you alive.

"R-Ryomen-"

"Don't you dare run," he muttered against your lips. "What did you want, sweet girl? Oh, yeah. You want me to fuck you hard enough you won't miss me anymore, right?" Your heart stuttered in your chest and you gave a soft, cautious nod. "Better bend over for me then, pretty."

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"Ah- ah- 'kuna, please-"

His hand was beside your head, splayed against the brick wall. He'd had you over the table, on the chair, and now against the wall. You'd thought your boyfriend was crazy in bed already, but this was another side of him.

"Ngh- fucking take it, this is what you wanted. Wanted to fu-fucking feel it." He was panting behind you, his fingers bruising your hip as he thrust into you from behind. The pace he had set was brutal, and after two rounds both of you were getting close to being spent. But his refusal to slow down told you he intended to make the most out of every second he had inside you.

His fingers flexed against your hip as he angled himself ever so slightly differently, and then you were seeing stars. Your cheek was pressed against the cool wall, mindless moans and pleads spilling from your swollen lips. He'd been careful with your face, making sure he didn't smear your makeup or ruin your hair; he didn't want the guards and other inmates getting to gawk at his work. But it was a different story everywhere else. He'd left bruises and love-bites everywhere he could reach. Your ass was still stinging from the slaps he'd rained down when he'd been fucking you over the table. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal.

Suddenly, his hand left the wall, coming down to join the other on your hips. He pushed even closer, sandwiching you between the wall and his strong body. You moaned helplessly as you felt him rutting his hips into you, barely pulling out before he was pushing back in. In this position, he was practically humping you, and you could feel his desperation to have you close.

"'kunnaaa-"

Your needy whine earned you a groan from him, his mouth sucking at your neck as he kept up his animalistic movements. "Missed you so much, you know that? Can't- fuck- Can't think of anything else. Just my baby." He panted for a few seconds, listening to your soft mewls. "Did you miss me, baby? Your pussy's telling me so, but I wanna hear it from your lips."

You could barely keep your teary eyes open. It felt like you had melted into putty, just a well-loved doll for him to fuck into oblivion. "Mi-Missed you, Ryomen, missed you s-so much..."

"Yeah?" He grunted, feeling himself getting close. One of his hands wandered from your hip, dipping down to glide through your folds. He felt where he was buried inside you, then settled his fingers higher, making tight circles around your clit. You gasped and melted further into him. "Tell me how much you missed me."

You could barely think straight, fingers gripping desperately at his wrist, unsure if you wanted him to rub your clit harder or let go completely. "S-Sooo much, 'kuna, swear missed you so much, ngh..."

He chuckled softly in your ear. "'Sooo much', baby?"

You nodded helplessly, whining out his name. "Ryomen... please..."

"What's that, baby? Need to come?"

How he had the energy to tease you even now, you had no idea. "Please! Pl-Please, 'kuna-" You choked on your own breath as he doubled his efforts, somehow pushing deeper inside you and rubbing more firmly on your clit. "Ahhh!"

"Come for me, baby. Last one now, promise," he whispered in your ear. He was struggling to hold himself back from his peak now, but he was determined to give you another one before he came himself. "Come on, pretty. Show 'kuna how much you missed him."

Your grip tightened on his wrist. "Ah! S-So good-"

"That's my girl, good girl."

You clenched down on him, managing a hoarse whisper of his name before you were going slack in his arms. He chuckled, hands shifting to make sure you didn't hurt your head on the wall. And then, even while you were bathing in your own orgasm, he picked up the pace again. It didn't take many more mean pumps of his cock inside you before he came. And, when he did come, he made a fucking mess.

"Ohhh, shi-shit, baby, fucking shit-" He swore he died for a second. "So good for me, god-" He leaned forwards, sweaty chest flush against your back as he twitched inside you. You let out a breathy sigh as you felt him fill you up. He panted into your neck. "Ngh- f-fuck.."

"'s not usually you that's messy, Ryomen," you murmured from where you were pressed between him and the wall.

He grumbled something unintelligible, shaking off his daze. Slowly, he straightened up. His grip tightened on your hips for a moment. Instead of just pulling out, he lifted you up and off him, then tucked you into his side. His arm wound protectively around your waist. Before you could complain about the abundance of his come currently dripping down your thighs, he was reaching down, equipped with napkins.

"What, you thought I was fucking kidding about needing it?" He muttered defensively.

A small, smug smile flitted across your lips, growing bigger when he tossed the napkins away and scowled at you. Your smile didn't disappear as he insisted (in his own rough way) on dressing you back into your clothes.

"Gotta make sure nobody gets any fucking ideas, baby," he told you firmly, watching you adjust your skirt before he reached forwards and tugged it down an inch.

He pocketed your panties, of course. It wasn't until after he'd spent the last few minutes of the slot kissing you, after he'd been cuffed and watched you go, after he was sitting back in his cell ignoring his cellmate, that he noticed his initials were embroidered in the panties. He ran his calloused thumb over the elegant letters, a smirk playing across his lips as he realised that you had anticipated everything he'd done to you in that brief slot of time together.

"Fucking brat played me..." He muttered to himself, sliding them inside his pillowcase, out of reach of anybody else. "Taught her too damn well."

He laid back on his hard mattress, eyes pointed upwards at the pictures of you slotted into the slats of the bunk above him. When he got out of here, he'd have to fuck you like that again, on his own terms. Not that he minded you playing off his frustration this once. He nodded slightly to himself, adding that to the list of things he planned to do after his sentence was up. Get a 'legal' job, meet his nephew, buy her a house, and make love to his girl like she deserved. Of course, if you asked him about that list, he would omit the part about his nephew, and he'd say 'fuck' instead of 'make love.' But he knew what he meant. If there was anything being in here had done, it was get his priorities straight. And you were there at the top, like a shining star. He just had a messy, lewd way of showing it.

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{tags: @beautifuleaglealpaca}

ryomen sukuna masterlist

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A+ Classmate

Geto x Fem Reader x Virgin Gojo

Warnings: 18+. Noncon. Dubcon. Loss of Virginity. Cunnilingus. Coercion. Unprotected Sex. Creampie. Dacryphilia. Cheating. Tit Job. Double Penetration (one hole). Fingering. Multiple Orgasms. Nipple/breast play. Spit. Cumming swallowing. Name calling (slut, toy, etc).

Wc: 4.6k | JJK Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You can feel Satoru's eyes burning a hole in the side of your head as you look down at his piece of paper on the desk, your pencil tapping against the edge of the table while you once more look over everyone's work. He doesn't try hiding it, doing it all afternoon as your group works on finishing the last details of the presentation you will be presenting at the end of the week, his eyes only looking away from you to glance at Suguru, telepathically speaking to him. 

Looking up and handing him back his paper, a few notes scribbled along the edge, interrupting their most recent silent conversation, "Just go through the notes, and everything should be good." 

He looks up at you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, eyes widened as if he had been caught doing something inappropriate. Satoru takes the paper from you, long fingers skimming over yours, "Thanks." 

You turn away, reaching for the paper Shoko is handing over to you, her face still turned to the screen of her computer as she makes the slides, ignoring Satoru's gaze. Setting the paper in front, you decide to say something as you start skimming over it, "If you want to say something say it, please, instead of burning holes into the side of my skull."

Satoru is taken aback by the tone of your voice, sitting up straighter in his spot, clearing the back of his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." 

You don't look up at him, scribbling a note at the end of Shoko's paper and handing it back to her, "Okay. Finish that so we can go home." 

A buzzing sounds across from you, Shoko looks away from her screen to pick up her phone. She starts typing on it while the rest of you continue working, the clicking sound throughout your bedroom. She suddenly breaks the silence that had resettled over the room, gathering her things, "I have to go, but I'll send you the slides later tonight when I get back," she tells you standing up and heading to your bedroom door. She bids her farewell to the two men seated on opposite sides of you, "Bye guys, I'll see you later."

You sigh, returning to work on your own half of the work, silently typing on your computer, noting that Suguru is no longer working on his half, his concentration on Satoru. You watch as they mouth words to each other, clearing your throat before speaking again, "If neither of you is going to work, you can leave. Or you can just ask me whatever it is you're curious about since it's obvious whatever your silently talking about is me."

They both fall silent, Suguru shrugging his shoulders at Satoru, getting up a second later, and pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he heads towards the window. "You ask her," he mutters as he lights it and leans out.

Satoru avoids looking at you, swallowing and scratching the back of his head, now that it's you looking at him. He nervously speaks, which is out of place for him, "Well you see, we heard you're going out with Sukuna...and we just wanted to know if it's true."

You blink a couple of times, turning back to work, responding without care, "It is. But that's really non-"

"Why?" He interrupts, the words spewing out of his mouth without regard for what he's actually saying, "I mean I know you're a girl, but you're not exactly his type. Have you seen what type of girls he hooks up with? You certainly don't fit the type."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're a...you know...prude."

You stare at him, clenching your fists at your side, "I'll have you know Sukuna was the one that approached me."

"Probably on a bet."

"Even if was a bet he's stuck around hasn't he?" You throw back, anger coursing through your body. 

You expect him to say something back, but when you look back at him his looking at you quizzically, head tilting from side to side. He leans closer to the table, breathing out, "Let me see what's got him hooked."

"What? No!" You exclaim, laughing thinking his joking

Satoru stalks towards you on his hands and knees, "Come on, we just want to see what all the fuss is about."

"Stop, 'Toru," you warn, slowly moving away from him, your hair standing up as he approaches you.

But Satoru doesn't stop, he keeps taunting you while slowly cornering you in your bedroom, "I have you and he had sex? I mean it can't be that great, yet you have Sukuna wrapped around your little finger. Did you just spread your legs open for him the first time? He doesn't seem like the type to wait." He looks up at you watching as your face becomes flustered, your eyes avoiding him. "Fuck, I didn't think you were that type of girl, y/n. If I hadn't overheard you and the other girls talking, I'd think you were a virgin. Kinda hard to imagine you spreading your legs for anyone when your nose is always stuck in a book. Much less for Sukuna." He grunts, crawling closer to you, tongue licking his lips, "If you spread them for him, you can spread them for us, right? We've known you longer, it's only fair."

The edge of your bed hits your back, Satoru still crawling towards you, his hand resting near your foot, predatory gaze looking up at you, tongue running over his lower lip. Your heart is thumping rapidly against your ribcage when he grabs onto both your ankles, slowly moving them up your calves while speaking, "Just a taste. Want to know what has Sukuna hanging onto your every word." His hand hook under your knees, sliding down the back of your thighs as you try to get away from his touch, your legs spreading apart as he forces his way between them. 

You look at Suguru with your frightened eyes, scared that Satoru is no longer playing around, nervously chuckling, "Sugu tell him to stop. This isn't funny anymore."

Suguru moves from his spot near the window, killing the cigarette he had been smoking on the trim, looking at you with the same hungry look as Satoru. "Sorry, doll." He grunts, coming next to the two of you, hooking his arm beneath your armpit and raising you onto the bed, stealing you from Satoru's hold. He makes himself comfortable behind you, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to your neck, whispering in your ear as his fingers trace the column of it, "But I'm just as curious as him." 

His chest is pressed against your back, warm breath fanning over your neck and ears. Satoru moves to the edge of the bed where your feet are, choosing to press a few kisses along your ankles and legs, his blue eyes watching as you try to squirm away from both of them, your waterline teary, "Please, stop. If you stop now, I'll pretend none of this happened."

Suguru clicks his tongue, hands coming down to your thighs to spread them apart again, making room for Satoru to climb into the bed between them, who doesn't stop pressing kisses to your thighs. "I don't think you understand what situation you're in right now, y/n." He lets go of you for a second, hand waving around your bedroom room, "You're alone, with two men, in the middle of the day, in your bedroom." 

You stop to look around the bedroom, vision blurred by the tears falling down your face. He was right, all of your roommates were either at work or school. Not all that, you had soundproofed your room when you first moved in, after finding out that a few of your roommates were early birds. A fact that Suguru made sure to emphasize as his hand groped whatever part of you it could. 

Suguru cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, smiling as he notices the tears streaming down your face, "So tell me, y/n, are we doing this the easy way, or do you need more convincing?" 

The tears burn the corners of your eyes as you nod, relaxing your legs, showing them that you weren't going to try and keep them from doing whatever they were thinking. "Okay. I'll do whatever you want," you hiccup, looking down at Satoru go smiles at you like a child you just got candy. 

"Good girl," Suguru praises, licking the shell of your ear, "Now first is Satoru, he's been thinking about this since we saw you leave Sukuna's apartment two weeks ago, so it's only fair. Now be the good girl that you are and keep your legs open wide for him, 'kay" Nodding you spread your legs open until there's enough room for Satoru to climb up and his warm breath to fan over your cunt. You pull your skirt up to your waist, holding it in place as Satoru stares at the wet patch forming on your white underwear. Behind you Suguru whistles, moving the hair at the nape of your neck out of the way so he can nip and bite there, "Look at that, didn't even have to tell you to do that. You really are a really good girl. Sukuna's a very lucky man."

All you can do is whine in response, Satoru's tongue licking one sling stripe along your slit up to your clit through your underwear. He repeats the same thing three times, making sure to run his tongue over the wet patch faintly tasting you on the material, before deciding to push them to the side. His long fingers spread your labia, blue eyes fixated on your clenching hole. He mumbles something under his breath that you can't hear before prodding at your entrance with a finger. He doesn't stick the entire thing in, but experimentally curls it upwards, heart thrumming in his chest when you needly move forward and push more in you. His eyes widen when he feels your warm walls clenching around it, muttering "It's so warm."

Suguru laughs behind you, his hands coming under your shirt, "You know, Satoru's never actually seen a pussy before." Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, looking back at Suguru, questioning if you heard right. "Yeah, he talks all big and shit, but your pretty little cunt is the first pussy he has ever seen."

It all slowly starts to click in your head, the staring, the curious prodding with his finger, the hesitant kisses on your legs. "He's a virgin," you whisper, turning back to look at Satoru, his head still shoved between your legs, tongue drawing circles around your clit before his lips wrap around it. 

He sucks on the bud with enthusiasm, pulling back with it between his teeth before letting it go with a soft pop. His head dips back down to your clenching hole with his tongue, his lips moving as if he were kissing your mouth. The sound of your slick and his lips sound throughout the room, your body writhing between them as his head moves between your thighs, his nose bumping against your clit.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Satoru's tongue messily laps at your cunt, thighs trembling around his head, Suguru's hands kneading your breasts between his fingers. You can feel Satoru humming every time he licks back up to your clit, your body arching into his mouth when he slides a finger next to his mouth, Suguru's skilled fingers tweaking your nipples. There's a small gasp escaping your lips as pleasure replaces the fear and embarrassment from earlier.

Your feel your body warming up, thighs trembling around Satoru's head, and the corner of your eyes no longer stinging from tears. You can feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming in your belly, twisting into itself with every swipe and pinch. The front of your head is starting to feel light, your face burning as your orgasm gets built up by the two men. You gasp for air, your body shaking in its hold, your lungs struggling to keep the air flowing. Your hand reaches down to pull roughly on Satoru's hair, making him groan into your pussy, trying to provide a break from his eagerness, but he's much stronger than you. Too high off of your taste to be stopped, and he just pushes your legs up toward your body, tongue still moving against you and a second finger joining the first. 

"Guys," you huff, " too m-much." 

Satoru doesn't seem to hear you, but Suguru just laughs behind you, the sound making your thighs clench around Satoru's head. "If you cum on his tongue he might stop, but like I said he's been waiting for this so he isn't going to stop until you cum," he mutters, his warm breath in your ear making you shiver and seek solace from the uncomfortable burning in between your legs as your being pulled towards the edge of your release. 

You shift against Suguru, Satoru chasing after you, his hard-on pressing against your back, your head resting on his shoulder the cedar scent of his cologne invading your sense of smell as your body moves against Satoru's tongue, desperate for the knot in the pit of your belly to come undone. 

"Look at you basically riding his face like a little slut. Are you going to cum soon?" Suguru laughs, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes watching as your face twists in pleasure, "I guess the pretty face and sounds your making is why Sukuna's kept you as his toy for as long as he has. I know I would've kept you close, too."

You can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, warmth spreading from the tip of your toes up to the crown of your head. The three of you realize what's happening too late, your legs clasping around Satoru's head, and your back arching Suguru's chest, sliding down his body. "Oh my god, oh god," you chant, eyes squeezing shut and body trembling. Satoru's tongue doesn't stop moving against you, his hands pushing your legs further apart as he tries to get even closer to your quivering body, taking everything you give him.

Above you, Suguru moves his hands along your sides and stomach, smiling as he watches you tremble on the bed and your orgasm wash over you in waves, "Such a pretty sight."

Satoru's tongue is still languidly lapping at your cunt as the last ripples of your climax course through your body. Small whiny hums vibrate from the back of your throat from the sensitivity, and you wriggle away from his lips, sitting up and successfully pushing him off when you press your foot on his shoulder. He pouts up at you, chin coated in your juices, making a show of licking his lips. His fingers still hold onto the back of your thighs kneading the fat. 

Behind you Suguru moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it and your bra up to release your breasts. His thumb flicking over one of the nipples, "Feel good," he breathes, lips ghosting over your jaw.

You clear your throat, struggling to bring air into your lungs, and croak, "Y-yeah." 

"Good, 'cause it's my turn, but I think I want to try these pretty tits," he tells you, pulling the nipple between his fingers, and laughing when you yelp. 

You don't complain when he moves out from behind you, pulling your shirt and bra fully off of you, and lays beside you, open-mouthed pressed to your exposed collarbone. He toys with the nipples, pinching and pulling as he kisses down to the valley between your breasts, tongue licking the skin. You don't complain when he takes one of your tits into his mouth and pulls the nipple between his teeth before letting go, only whining when he does it again on the other more harshly, teeth digging into the sensitive bud. 

You're doing everything they ask. Giving them a taste of what Sukuna gets to do to you when you meet up with him. Everything would end once Suguru was done messing with your breast. At least that's what you tell yourself until you hear the clicking of a belt and clothes being shuffled. 

Looking down, around Suguru's head who's blocking your view of the end of the bed, you see Satoru standing up. His pants are being tossed at the end of your bed, large hand wrapped around his hardened cock, stroking himself, the head flushed pink and swollen. He kneels on the bed, spreading your legs open again with one hand. 

"W-what are you doing?" you ask, panic rising in your chest when he pushes your knees up towards your body, "You didn't say anything about going this far." You try to push Suguru away, and maybe put an end to this before things went any further. 

But he's stronger and heavier than you, one arm wrapping underneath you and the other keeping you open for Satoru, who's drooling as he presses his flushed head to your clit, he lets go of your perked bud with a pop. Resting his head on your chest he frowns up at you, "Yeah, but we also didn't say we wouldn't go this far. Are you really going to leave him like that? Look at how hard he is for you, he's practically cumming already," you look up at Satoru, his cock running along your slicked folds, "He's going to think his virgin dick isn't good enough for you. Are you really going to hurt his feelings like that, y/n?"

You chew on your bottom lip as you watch Satoru's cheeks turn red, his length sliding between your lower lips, the head bumping against your clit. With his hand he guides himself down, the head catching your entrance. You whine as the tip pushes in and out quickly. Satoru is in awe by the brief warmth of your walls around it that he does it again, pushing the entire head in this time, his head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes back in. He keeps doing it as you make up your mind, pleasure shooting up your spine every time he does, Suguru's lips wrapping back around your nipple. Looking up at Satoru, watching as sweat travels down his temples and his mouth opened in a small 'o' small whimpers escaping, you don't think you've ever been blessed with such a sight. Giving in, you reach between your bodies, spreading your lips apart for him and relaxing your legs, "Okay, but you can't cum inside."

Satoru looks down at you like a puppy wagging its tail as a treat is held in front of them, already pushing more of himself into your heart, "Really?" You nod your head, hissing as he starts to stretch you.

At the same time, Suguru's lips curl up against your chest, nipping at the bud, before pulling back and praising you, "Good girl." He slides off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and sweats down, revealing that he hadn't been wearing underwear. His eyes watch as Satoru bottoms out inside of you, mumbling incoherently. He walks up beside him, slapping his back, before crawling up the bed, "How's your first pussy, 'Toru?" 

Shallowly thrusting, your walls squeezing around him, Satoru stutters, sounding out of breath, "A-amazing. Are all pussies this wet and warm? Are they all this tight?" 

Suguru laughs at him, not answering as he moves towards you. He swings one leg over your torso, thumbs rubbing your nipples, and his dick settling between them. "Stick your tongue out," he demands, spitting a glob of spit between the valley of your breasts before pushing them together. You do as he says, your body starting to slide against the sheets as Satoru finds a steady pace, his whimpers and moans filling up the room. "You look pretty like this. A dick between these pretty tits, and your tongue sticking out, waiting for a big cock to fill your mouth," Suguru groans, moving his hips, his dick sliding between your boobs. The head of his cock touches your tongue for a second before he slides back, causing it to disappear from your eyesight. It reappears a second later, the tip touching your lips this time as it slides on your tongue. A sly smile spreads across his face when he sees you wrinkle your nose at the salty tastes of his pre-cum, but you don't close your mouth and look up at him with doe eyes. 

Satoru doesn't seem to be happy at the lack of attention his receiving and he pushes the back of your thighs up to your stomach, your knees making contact with Suguru's back, his dick now kissing your g-spot. A moan sounds at the back of your throat as he keeps brushing against the spot, his rhythm increasing as he chases his high. It's clear that he isn't worried about your pleasure, his hips smacking against yours as he keeps your legs spread, making your head bob up and down in sync with Suguru's thrusts.

You can feel Satoru's thighs trembling, his pace starting to falter, and his whines growing higher. above you, Suguru doesn't seem to be doing much better. Thin eyebrows pinched together while he watches his length slide between your breast and his pre-cum coat your tongue and lips. Reaching down you rub your clit, your walls spasming around Satoru's cock as he brushes against your soft, slowly building your orgasm. 

Satoru's the first to cum, his brain failing to catch up with what is happening and warm spurts of semen coating your walls before he manages to pull out and finish cumming on your navel. He lets out strangled moans, mumbling "I'm sorry's" as he coats your lower half in the rest of his cum. But the way he's looking at the cum he did spill into you, he discovers that his apologies are empty. And if could look at you he would see the same dopey smile Suguru is staring at you feel his warm seed pour out of you. 

"Fuck," He mutters, letting go of your breasts, and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking himself over your chest. Suguru's head is tossed back as he releases on your breasts, white warm liquid spraying across your chest. He peers down at you, hand still rubbing up and down his length, and sliding up further up the bed to pull your head up, "Open your mouth more." 

Your hands come up to grab onto his thighs, sticking your tongue out more, "Aaah." He pushes the tip in, spurts of salty cum filling the inside of your mouth, making you grimace. 

When he finishes he pulls out, sitting back on you, forcing your mouth to close and swallow his cum. Smirking as he watches you make a face. He doesn't move off after you swallow, his chest rising up and down, looking down at you as he feels your legs rub against each other behind him. Suguru glances behind him, his eyes falling on Satoru whose head is pressed on the edge of the bed, eyes falling closed. "You tired?" he asks him, moving off your chest and pulling you to the end of the bed and picking you up, hooking an arm beneath your ass before laying on his back in the mess of juices on the sheets. 

Satoru barely glances up, mumbling his answer, "A little. Why?"

"Thought we could share," Suguru answers, spreading your lower lips apart, making you whine and wither in his on top.

Perking up, Satoru moves onto the bed, licking his bottom lip as he looks at your spread hole, trailing off as he asks, "You mean we both..."

Suguru reaches between the two of you, running the tip of his length along your folds before pushing the tip in, "Yeah, we both use her pretty little pussy at the same time. She's wet enough, so it shouldn't hurt too much."

You shake your head against Suguru's shoulder, feeling Satoru move up behind you, his cock bobbing against your ass, pleading with both of them, "Two is too much." 

But your plea goes unheard as Satoru speaks over you, his hand wrapping around himself, "Can we both really fit in her pussy?"

Suguru nods, pressing a kiss to your temple, spreading you open more, "Yeah, we just have to be a little careful, but we can both fit."

Satoru groans behind you, "Okay...I think I go one more round." He lines the head of his cock next to Suguru's, his hand resting on your as and rubbing circles as they both start to push in.  

You wiggle between them, pain shooting up your back as they both start to stretch your cunt to its limit. Panic starts to form throughout your body. How are you going to fit both of them in one hole when you already felt so full with just their tips?

You claw the sheets up Suguru's head shaking your head, tears forming on the edges of your eyes, "Sugu it's too much, I can't your both too big."

Suguru smiles up at you, swiping his thumb on your cheek and wiping away a tear, ignoring your begging, "You look so pretty when you cry." 

They both bottom out, Satoru's pelvis pushed against your ass, large hand splayed on your hips. Suguru's arms wrapped around your waist as they both start to move in and out of your spasming walls. More tears start to slide down your cheeks as your insides burn from the stretch, neither allowing you enough time to accommodate both of them. Suguru seems to get off to the tears that fall on his chin, his hand squeezing between your bodies to rub your clit while Satoru kisses the back of your neck.

With Suguru's skilled fingers stimulating your clit, the pain turns into pleasure, your hips moving back to meet theirs. Satoru moans in your ear, hips faltering as the knot in his stomach tighten with every thrust, feeling his dick slide along Suguru's, their heads bumping against one another in your warmth. 

"She feels so much higher," he whimpers in your ear, "I think about to cum."

Planting his feet on the ground, Suguru thrust up into you, his hold around you tightening. "Think you can let us come inside you this time, princess?" He tries, "I saw the dumb look you made earlier when Satoru came inside you. I know you want us to." He pushes your hair from your face, smiling as he watches you nod dumbly, your brain slipping in and out as you're pushed to the edge of your limit, your body buzzing from the sensation of his fingers and the two cocks inside you. Looking over your shoulder he gives Satoru a nod, "Cum inside her."

At just like that, they're both releasing inside you, their hips stopping as they paint the insides of your cunt white, some of it dribbling out, your own release following. You shake between them, your mind falling blank, your entire being burning. 

You don't know how much time has passed, but your brain is just catching up to you when the door is swung open pink head flashing in your vision. "What the fuck?" Sukuna roars, forcing your brain to finally catch up with your body.

You're still on the bed naked, laying beside Satoru, and Suguru's at your window, smoking again, sweats hanging from his hips.

"Hey, man, sorry we couldn't help ourselves to your toy."

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suguru w a tongue piercing eating out reader in the shower🫶❤️❤️

GAWD

🌟: fem. reader, geto eats it from the back, 18+

“baby wait a sec,” geto mumbled— he had just got done washing you up, soap rinsed all off your body, and just as you were about to leave the shower, he softly grips onto your waist. “c'mere.”

“huh?”

you stare at your boyfriend, a brow raising in utter confusion—

before now, you‘re pressed up against the pane, whining while geto was kneeled down, tongue deep, rough hands spreading your ass just a bit while water trickled down your trembly body.

“f—fuck suguru . . . ” you gasped, and he was so sloppy, entirely, as soon as you felt his tongue piercing collide against your folds, it was just enough to make your knees go weak. “oh my g—god…”

he started slow at first— lapping his tongue up and down against your sweet puffy cunt. your entire body was wet, especially between your legs. the both of you were drenched, the shower water still running— it was warm, yet none of that mattered because the only thing your mind was focused on was geto‘s tongue.

his messy sloppy tongue.

the tiny ball on his tongue— the piercing only added more stimulation. it tickled, but you were nowhere near laughing right now.

“mfp—”

he grunts, and within seconds, he‘s already nose deep, devouring your sweet folds with his tongue, each suck makes you whine, holding onto the shower railing.

he starts to be playful, making sweet kisses against your pussy, lapping his tongue up again— yet makes sure to have your legs spread just for him to finish eating.

“suguruuu fuck,” you whimpered, his mouth having an entire mind of its own. by this point, he was making out with your clit— relaxing his facial muscles, pretty black lashes closed as he maneuvered his tongue in a orderly fashion. the sucking noises he made— slurp or no slurp it was so nasty, geto was nasty, and proud of it too.

he‘d eat you out any day without question.

his tongue is so lewd, he slows himself, it goes up and down against your dripping soaked folds, and his piercing is just rubbing against your nub.

it‘s too good.

one moment you two were taking a warm shower together— the next, he‘s deep between your thighs dragging out the most filthiest whines and sobs from you.

“sorry baby. couldn‘t help myself,”

geto chuckles, bringing more kisses towards your sweet cunt. it was just dripping— water poured down the crevices of your thighs. the shower water sang throughout your ears as you bit down on your lip. it was as if his lips were attached to your folds, swirling his tongue— playing with his piercing that prodded against your entrance. “gotta have a taste before you— mfph— leave.”

you whimpered, rubbing your glossy lips together, gripping tightly onto the shower railing.

occasionally, geto had to move some long strands of hair away from his face as he devoured you. so tasty—

a meal he could never get enough of. both rough hands of his had your ass spread just a bit, and it wasn‘t long at all before your very own slick started to coat his chin.

geto was most definitely pussydrunk.

he spread your wet lips just a little— to spit a bit on it before pressing his lips on your folds again, flicking his tongue a bit faster now and you nearly feel your knees buckle, his piercing on his tongue quite literally fucking you along with geto‘s tongue.

geto was so greedy,

he‘d have such a firm grip on your ass, and once he‘d finish— dragging out climax after climax, he‘d bring you into a loving kiss, making sure you taste how nasty you were for him on his tongue.

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Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈

AHHH YESS!!!

I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!

(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)

Word Count: 1,964

Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)

WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.

If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏

A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.

"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."

"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.

"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.

"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.

"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"

Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.

"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.

It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.

It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...

"Shit - did your water just break?"

"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.

"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.

"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.

"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.

She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.

"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.

"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.

It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.

"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.

"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.

It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.

Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.

The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.

"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.

"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.

That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.

The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.

Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.

Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.

With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.

It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.

"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."

"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.

Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.

Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."

"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.

One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.

"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.

Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.

"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.

Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.

"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.

"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."

Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.

Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.

This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.

It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.

And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.

Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.

As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.

While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;

"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"

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show me what's under that pillow (one-shot)

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader | wc: 5.8k | genre: smut with plot warnings: perv! step-brother jisung, roommate situation, mutual pining, mild possessivenes. explicit warnings under the cut. minors dni (18+) reader discretion is advised as parts of this one-shot could be disturbing to some — masterlist.

──── It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office. And so did your step-brother. 

explicit warnings: hyunjin is horny and mildly pervy. masturbation. jisung wants to fuck his step-sister (mc) + mentions of him masturbating in her room (past events). mc shares a bed with jisung. semi-public sex (jisung is in another room) - exhibitionism. oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating and cum play. mild nicknames: baby, slut. they are both turned on by the fact that jisung wants to fuck her/might hear them.

──── It started out so innocently. 

It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office.

And so did your step-brother.  

Jisung worked in the same building as Hyunjin, but for a different company and on a different floor—it was a friend in common that introduced them. They got along nicely, or nicely enough to be roommates anyway. Jisung was loud at times but at least it made the apartment more lively. They were both equally messy so there were no arguments about that. 

You were there when Jisung moved in, helping him unpack his boxes. A shy girl at first but you warmed up to Hyunjin’s presence quickly enough. You were pretty. You wore lipgloss. He could see the outline of your bra under your thin, pale blue shirt. You laughed at his jokes and you smelled nice. You left early because you were going out on a date. After you left, Jisung admitted to him that he hated your boyfriend.

“He’s arrogant,” he told Hyunjin that night over beers. There were still a few boxes left to unpack but they were having pizza for dinner. “He’s possessive. I just hate him.”

You were pretty enough that Hyunjin thought he would be possessive too if you were his girlfriend.

But eventually, you broke up with the shitty boyfriend and you started hanging out more with Jisung. Here. In Hyunjin’s apartment. 

“I should probably pay some rent at this point,” you noted one time with a laugh. The three of you were sitting outside on the balcony and Hyunjin had let you use the best chair. His fancy chair. 

It kind of stopped being so innocent that day. It was the first day of spring and you were wearing a nice flowy dress with a woolen cardigan over your shoulders. Every time you leaned over the table to grab a piece of fruit, Hyunjin caught sight of your cleavage. 

“You’re always welcome here,” Hyunjin assured you. He finished his plate and excused himself momentarily, ending up in the bathroom with an aching pressure between his legs. 

Pulling his hardening cock out of his pants had been humiliating but necessary. He had been quick—tugging and squeezing himself and spreading his spit over his length to relieve himself. Were you doing it on purpose? Did you enjoy teasing him? 

He had let his pleasure building up, stroking himself with his eyes closed, his back against the door. Sweat was pearling at his temples as his breath hitched up. It was you he was seeing, printed onto his eyelids, like a wet dream, a fantasy. It was your hand he wanted around his cock. No, your mouth, your strawberry colored lips around him. His tip hitting the back of your throat as he fucked it. Your big eyes welling up with tears, your big eyes rolling at the back of your head as you choked on his fat cock. Spit and precum coating your lips and your chin. He wanted to feed you his cum and watch you swallow every drop of it. 

Hyunjin came hard, his back arching into the door, spurting his thick cum all over himself. The release had been so extreme that he couldn’t suppress the series of groans and whimpers that escaped from his lips as he came. He nearly collapsed over the sink. It took him a few instants to align a coherent thought or two. He washed his hands carefully and quickly bolted for his bedroom to get out of his cum-stained shorts, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit him.

If anybody asked he would say he had spilled juice on his other shorts. Nobody asked, but Hyunjin struggled to look you in the eyes after that. Or in your general direction. 

He’d like to say this was the first and last time this sort of event happened. This accident. This compulsion. But it would be a lie. You spent more and more time at the apartment, and Hyunjin lost more and more of his self-control. To this day, he was still waiting for post-nut clarity to hit. 

Today was no different. 

Hyunjin was just enjoying the peace and quiet of the apartment while Jisung was out shopping. He had gotten a rather good promotion at work and he wanted to treat himself to some shoes. And my sister insisted I take her with me, he had added. 

“Ask her if she wants to stay over for dinner,” Hyunjin suggested. “I was gonna order some food anyway, I’ll just make sure there’s enough for three instead.” It was such an ordinary thing to say, so naive. Innocent. But really, Hyunjin had seen the weather forecast. It would be a warm day today, and he was certain you would wear a sundress or a tank top. 

He was beyond pleased when you followed as Jisung came back home. He was holding a few bags but you had more than him. Your hair was loose over your shoulders, a little frizzy because of the humidity outside. Your cheeks were flushed and he had been right—you were wearing a pretty floral sundress. And you had no bra on that he could see. 

“Jisung my guy, couldn’t you at least be courteous and help the lady?” Hyunjin clicked his tongue and grabbed the bags from you, shaking his head playfully.

You giggled, letting him take the bags while you swapped your sandals for a pair of house slippers. “You tell him, Hyun. He doesn’t care about me.”

“I don’t—I don’t care about you?” Jisung protested, exaggerating his angry expression. “I just bought you two pairs of shoes and so many clothes!”

You tackled Jisung into the wall and walked past him, making your way to the kitchen. Hyunjin heard you searching for something in the fridge. “There’s iced tea if you’d like,” he said, making sure his voice was loud enough for you to hear from the other room. Then, more quietly, to Jisung, “I already ordered the food. And drinks.”

“Fucking yes,” Jisung sighed, already unwrapping a shoe box to show Hyunjin his new pair of sneakers. “I need to get hammered. An afternoon with her is enough to render any man clinically insane.”

“Hey, careful, fuck face. I heard you,” you called from the kitchen. “I’ve maimed men for less than that.”

Jisung paid you no mind and handed Hyunjin a pair of red-and-white sneakers. An expensive brand too. He deserved this treat. Hyunjin knew his friend was working hard, every day. 

You sat with them in the living room when the food arrived. Hyunjin could see your nipples poking through the delicate fabric of your dress. He couldn’t look away from the way your skirt rode up your legs when you stretched your back, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. It looked smooth. He wanted his fingers digging into it and dancing over your skin, feeling you all over. 

Hyunjin kept drinking shot after shot in an attempt at keeping his mind cool. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to invite you, after all. 

Still, Jisung drank a lot more than him. He was celebrating, and he seemed to be having a good time—no matter how much you distracted him, Hyunjin was happy for his friend. He even played a few rounds of Jisung’s favorite video game with him while you finished your food. And then, you played with Jisung while Hyunjin watched you, the way your brows stitched together as you were focused on winning, or how your velvety lips parted open when you were close to scoring. 

Come late night, Jisung was very drunk. After the video game, you had suggested putting on a movie that the three of you enjoyed. You were sitting on the armchair with your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on them. Jisung was too drunk to notice, but Hyunjin could swear that when the lighting was bright enough on the TV screen, he could see your panties. 

And it was driving him crazy. He kept one of the fuzzy pillows on the couch over his crotch to conceal his aching cock. Hyunjin was trying not to look. He was trying to be respectful. For fuck’s sake—your step-brother was right there on the couch with him. And yet it didn’t stop Hyunjin’s imagination from running. He wanted to rub your clit over your pretty panties, wanted you to soak through them. His cock twitched every time you laughed at something in the movie. 

“I’m hungryyyyyyyyyy,” Jisung sighed, blowing raspberries as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Is there some food left?” he asked you.

You grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Jisung, this is your apartment, remember? You know better than me about the state of your pantry.” You exchanged a falsely annoyed stare with Hyunjin. 

“Well I don’t remember.” Jisung pushed himself up, probably hoping to find some food nearby. 

… and he fell down. 

Jisung was laughing the whole time, though—he tripped on the coffee table and collapsed on the floor, his body made limp with the several drinks he had. Hyunjin simply couldn’t resist laughing too—with him, but at him, too. 

You shook your head, bewildered. “Oh my god, you really cannot hold your liquor. What an idiot.”

Jisung pouted, still laying on the floor. “You’re mean.”

“She’s right,” Hyunjin interjected. From here, he patted his roommate's leg gently. “I think we should get you in bed, Jisung. Don’t you think?”

“But I’m hungry,” Jisung insisted.

You stood up, reaching for Jisung’s arm and pulling hard on it. “Come ON! Don’t fall asleep on the floor, I wanna watch the end of the movie!” When you leaned over to try your best to push Jisung up, Hyunjin caught sight of your tits and he almost blew his load in his pants right then and there. It was only half a second, but it was enough. 

You busied yourself with helping your step-brother—Hyunjin got up too and adjusted his cock into his pants while you weren’t looking. He was thankful he chose to wear a loose t-shirt—it was long enough that he thought his hard-on wasn’t showing too much.

Hyunjin came to your aid and together, you managed to put Jisung back on his legs and led him towards his bedroom. “I’ll go get him some cookies,” you told Hyunjin. Your breath smelled like vodka and juice. “So he shuts up.”

“Oh my god… cookies, man…” Jisung mumbled, letting himself fall onto his bed. Hyunjin stayed with him while you were in the kitchen. He wrapped a blanket around himself. “Can you make sure my sister gets home okay… call her a cab…” 

Hyunjin dimmed the lights in the room. “Don’t worry. She can sleep here too.” Sometimes, you slept on the couch. Hyunjin had offered you his room a few times but you always insisted on taking the couch. And to be honest, it was comfortable.

By the time you left two cookies on Jisung’s nightstand, he was already snoring gently. “Well, so much for the I’m hungry tantrum earlier…” You sighed, turning to Hyunjin. “Wanna go watch the end of the movie?” 

Truth be told, Hyunjin didn’t think he could. He was so hard his cock was aching. He needed relief. He needed to get rid of this pressure in his loins. And staying anywhere near you wouldn’t help. Maybe he could fake a headache and go to his room to fuck his fleshlight a few times. Whenever he did, he always imagined it was you underneath him, not some piece of silicon on top of his pillow. 

“Please?” you added, tilting your head to the side. “It’s been a while since we hung out, Hyun.”

Hyunjin had no defense against this, against you and your pretty tits underneath the light fabric of your dress, against you and your big pleading eyes. “Sure,” he managed, gulping thickly. “After you.” But he was looking at your ass the whole time, and the way your dress hugged your hips. 

When had he become like this? A disgusting pig whose cock dictated his every thought? It was you—he was only like that for you.

The living room was just as dim as it had been earlier, easing his mind a little. Somehow it was easier to be around you in the dark. Not that he didn’t like seeing you—but seeing you too well could only lead to his demise. Or to a soiled pair of boxers. 

So, he sat on the couch while you were taking some of the empty food containers off the coffee table to leave them on the floor instead, allowing you to use the coffee table as a footrest. As he grabbed the remote and pressed play, his forearm brushed against your thigh. His cock twitched painfully, and he faked a light cough to cover his whimper. 

Even though the movie played—and even though it was one of his favorite movies—Hyunjin paid barely any attention to it. All he could see was you. The blue nail polish on your toenails, and your golden anklet. Your skin, your smell, feminine and deep and inviting. Your breasts moving with you when you shifted your weight, soft and round and perfect. The way you gently nibbled your bottom lip sometimes, as if deep in your thoughts. 

Your hand, too. Sometimes it rested on your thigh and sometimes it rested on the couch between you and him. There was a lot of space on the couch and yet you had chosen to sit right next to him—sure, this side was closer to the TV, but… 

“Are you even watching the movie, Hyunjin?” 

Your question came so unexpectedly that it took Hyunjin several seconds before he even processed the words you had said. “What?” But his face was flushed already, and his breathing shallow. In his pants, his cock reminded him that he had a problem that would need solving as soon as possible. 

You bit your lip again and sat at an angle where you were facing him. Hyunjin, on the other hand, dared not move—he stayed still, his head barely turned toward you, the cushion firmly pressed against his crotch. 

“I’m not stupid,” you went on. “I saw you earlier. And just now.” You pushed your hair behind your ear. “The way you looked at me. And… where you looked at me too.” 

Dread slowly filled Hyunjin’s body, replacing his blood with a strange mix of lava and glacial waters—he was both melting and burning at once. And yet he could not look away from you and from the way you were staring at him with your lips parted open, gaze flicking from his face to somewhere below his neck. 

He knew you weren’t stupid. He knew there was no point in denying it, it wouldn’t help his cause. You had every right to be angry at him, and the least he could do was to respect you enough to act like an adult. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he muttered, lowering his gaze with shame. “I—I just—I—” But he could not find the right words or any words. The truth was too crass for him to say out loud. 

Silence filled the space between Hyunjin and you. The movie was still playing but it might as well have not been. Instead, all Hyunjin could hear was his own heartbeat and your breathing. 

You leaned closer to him, enveloping him with your scent. You motioned toward the cushion he was still holding like his life depended on it. “Give me that pillow.” 

No hesitation. “There’s another one right there.” But he was imagining that the weight of the pillow was your weight as you just ghosted his crotch, straddling him. 

You pulled on the pillow just slightly and the friction of that was enough to make him groan. He tensed up, scanning your eyes. “Take the other pillow,” he begged. 

Your lip disappeared almost entirely this time when you bit into it. That would leave a mark but it wasn’t fair. It should be him biting you hard enough to mark you. 

What you said next shocked him even more than the question from earlier. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.” Your hand did not let go of the pillow. “I thought sometimes you were hiding away from me to jerk off in your room.” Again, a nudge on the cushion, but only a half-hearted one. 

Hyunjin didn’t even have the time to be embarrassed. Although a part of him was melting into the couch because of the shame of being caught red handed, another was too curious to know where this was going.

He might be tipsy, but he was certain you were now a lot closer to him than you had been even just a minute ago. 

He spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible. “Uh—you’re very pretty. So pretty.” 

You chuckled softly, taking his face in your free hand. Your skin was smooth and warm, and you forced him to look you in the eyes. “You’re very pretty too, Hyunjin.” You looked down. “Show me what’s under that pillow, please. I wanna see.” 

He had been done for the moment you touched him. Hyunjin let you gently slide the cushion away. It fell on the floor with a muffled thud. With slow, delicate moves, you lifted his t-shirt just enough to uncover the bulge created by his cock straining against his pants. 

You hummed. “You’re very hard, aren’t you?” The hand you had on his cheek moved to his hair, disappearing into his dark locks. “How about we take care of that?” 

“Really?” What a stupid thing to say—but he genuinely couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Surely he was in a dream and he would wake up soon in the middle of his cum-stained bedsheets… Still, he nodded.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy with your little glances.” You took his hand in yours, leading it under your skirt, then between your legs. Hyunjin’s heart was beating so fast that he thought he might stroke. “Wanna feel what you’re doing to me?”

Did he want to feel you? Good god, it was the only thing he wanted. His hand moved upwards, reaching your inner thighs. You were warm there, so warm. It didn’t take long until his fingers brushed against the lace of your panties—they were cool and damp. He jumped a little, hesitating, but when he heard you sigh at the contact, he decided to press his digits harder against you, truly feeling your wetness seeping through your panties, coating his fingers. 

Something shifted in him. No more embarrassment, no more shame. Hell, for all he knew, this was a long con—maybe you had made a point of wearing revealing clothes around him to tease him like that. Maybe you liked it when he stared at your body. Maybe you had even eavesdropped when he was relieving himself…

“You’re wet,” he pointed out, keeping his hand there, his two fingers on your folds. His gaze lingered on your lips. “Can I kiss you now?” 

Instead of answering him, you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your mouth was as warm and as wet as your pussy. Hyunjin wasted no time letting his tongue explore you, feel your lips and your tongue under it. You tasted like vodka, like fruit, and now that you were so close to him, Hyunjin could smell your pussy, too. If he had already shifted to second gear, he was on his way to a speeding ticket right now, all of his inhibitions and intelligence abandoning him. 

He kissed you deeper, slower, better. He could kiss you for hours and hours with how good your mouth was. In one swift motion, you passed a leg over him, straddling him. It felt so much better than the pillow, than his hand, than anything. Hyunjin could cum right now, fuck. Your lips left his to travel down to his neck, kissing and licking him there while your hands were busy unzipping his pants. 

“Wait—” Hyunjin grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “Here? Don’t you want to go to my room?” 

You giggled and looked somewhere behind him, toward the other end of the apartment where Jisung was fast asleep in his room. “Are you scared he’s gonna hear us?” Then, without missing a beat, you added, “Don’t you want him to hear you fuck me?” 

Hyunjin couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to kiss you. He took your lips again, sucking on them gently before kissing you properly. He put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer as you resumed working on his pants. It seemed like they were difficult to unzip due to how badly his cock was pressing against them. 

“He’s your brother,” Hyunjin said between kisses. He let his hands wander all over you, your ass, soft and nice, your waist, your tits. He caressed your nipples through your dress—they were hard and sensitive, and you shivered when he touched you there. Why were you taking so damn long to pull his cock out of his pants? 

“He’s my step-brother, it doesn’t count,” you retorted, breaking the kiss to look Hyunjin in the eyes. “And he wants to fuck me anyway.” 

This should have surprised Hyunjin but it didn’t. He saw it coming—Jisung was acting a little too nice to you for it to be just a normal step-sibling relationship. 

Jealousy took over Hyunjin. He kissed you again, hungrily, a sloppy kiss. You moaned against his mouth when, finally, you managed to unzip his pants and drag his boxers down, freeing his cock. 

He was hard, straining, flushed dark at the tip, ready to explode any second. You pressed your forehead against his as you took in the sight of his shaft. “It’s big,” you commented, causing him to whimper pathetically. He needed you. Now.

You took him in your delicate hand, squeezing him at the base. Hyunjin watched with fascination as you extracted a few drops of precum from him and proceeded to swipe it away before sucking it off your thumb with a delighted moan. 

Hyunjin had only one response to that—he let his hand trail under your skirt again and pushed your panties to the side, allowing him to properly play with you. He caressed your pussylips, spreading them gently. It made a wet noise when he touched you—you were dripping already, as ready as he was. 

“Has he ever seen your pussy?” Hyunjin asked, his voice no more than a raspy breath. He didn’t want to be too loud, but he couldn’t lie now—he was hoping that Jisung would hear everything as Hyunjin stuffed his throbbing cock into your tight cunt. 

“Yes.” You sighed when Hyunjin pushed two fingers at your entrance, teasing your hole. Your head fell back as you moved your hips, chasing more friction. “I like to tease him. I wear short skirts with no panties under.” 

Hyunjin scoffed. “Why are you wearing panties tonight then?” 

You put your hand over his, making him push his fingers a little deeper inside you. You were tight, and wet, and warm. So wet that your juices were already running down his hand. Your skin was soft, too, and he liked it. 

“Because I want you to cum inside me. Because I want him to see your cum on my panties later.” 

Hyunjin shoved his fingers as deep inside you as he could, stretching you open. You cried out, clinging to him again, arching into him like the little slut you were. He had been right, then. You did like it when boys looked at you. You did want to make their cocks hard, you wanted to torture them. 

Hyunjin massaged your hole, twisting his wrist until his thumb could reach your clit, and until his fingers found the spot to make you melt. “Like this, yes, yes!” You weren’t even trying to be quiet. 

Hyunjin fingered you harder. 

“Has he ever fingered you like that, baby?” He needed to know. It didn’t matter anymore—nothing would stop Hyunjin from filling you tonight, but he wanted to know if your pussy had also milked Jisung’s cock before. 

“No, never.” You whined when Hyunjin slowed down, but he still rubbed lazy circles on your sensitive clit. He had a goal in mind—he needed to see you. 

He hitched up your skirt, revealing you to him. Fucking hell. A pussy almost too pretty to fuck, soaking wet, creamy. “I don’t believe you. A pussy like that—no one can resist it.” He pulled you closer and kissed your stomach before he pulled you away from him to lay you down on the couch, on your back. 

Your legs immediately opened for him again. “He’s too shy. He would never,” you explained. Your voice was small, shaking, but Hyunjin couldn’t look away from your swollen cunt. “He jerks off on my stuff. One time, he came in my bed. While I was in it.” 

“Keep talking baby, I wanna know everything.” As aching as his cock was, he just needed to taste you. He kissed your knees, your inner thighs, until he was in position, until his lips ghosted your pussy. You smelled good, too good. “How did he do that?”

Hyunjin wasted no time licking you. Gently at first, kitten licks all over your pussylips, taking in your taste little by little. Sweet but salty, too. You tasted like a perfectly ripe mango. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when he swallowed you. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, burying his face into your cunt. He could lick you all night if you let him. He could lick you all night if his cock wasn’t threatening to burst.

“One time he was visiting and we were just hanging out and I fell asleep.” You paused for a long time while Hyunjin licked a long drag along your folds before taking your clit between his lips. So puffy, so wet, so pretty. You tasted like a dream. “Fuck yes, don’t stop!” Your hands found his hair and pulled on it until his face was flush with your cunt. Hyunjin moaned against you, letting the vibrations of his voice travel through his tongue and onto your clit, extracting more of that sweet cream from you. 

“He… he…” You were a panting mess, and Hyunjin made eye contact with you as he sucked your clit, his big hands digging into your soft thighs. “I woke up later…” you managed, eyelids fluttering, hips thrusting into his face. “He was jerking off in my bed, he thought I was asleep.” Hyunjin needed to push your panties a little farther to the side to effectively lick you clean—you couldn’t stop leaking, it seemed. 

Hyunjin grunted, imagining the scene. You, laying on your side, with just a little of your ass showing. Jisung on the other side of the bed, a hand in his pants, discreetly rubbing his cock to that sight. You still lived with your mother and Jisung’s father—did they have any idea what you two were up to behind closed doors? 

For all Hyunjin knew, you were probably flashing your pretty cunt Jisung’s father as well. And yet, it was his mouth on your clit tonight. You had chosen him and he didn’t mind if it was to use him. He’d become your own personal fuck doll if you let him. He’d fuck you right under Jisung's eyes if that’s what you wanted. 

You didn’t even try to keep your voice down as you moaned and as you told Hyunjin your story. He loved it. It made him lick you faster, made him leave your clit to go fuck your pussy with his tongue. 

“What happened then baby?” Hyunjin asked in between kisses on your pretty cunt. 

“I pretended to move in my sleep… I showed him my pussy… Hyunjin… fuck… yes, yes, like that!” He was fucking you with his fingers again. “I was wet because it turned me on. He saw it I think. He came. He came on my bed. He was too ashamed I think, he left the room.”

Hyunjin giggled between your legs, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “You’re such a slut. I love it.” He pushed his fingers as deep as he could inside you and you cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Good, he thought. Let everybody know he was finally fucking the girl inhabiting his fantasies. 

“There—there was a little bit of his cum on my sheets,” you added under your breath. “I… I took it. On my fingers. I licked it, and then I fucked myself with those fingers.”

Hyunjin saw red. He could imagine it very well—a puddle of your step-brother’s cum on your bed. A slut like you, surely, would not let that go to waste. Did you know what you were doing to him? You had to, right? You were doing it on purpose, had always been.

Hyunjin grunted, his cock so sensitive that it hurt him when it accidentally rubbed against the couch as he pulled away from you. “If being a pretty little cum dump is what you want then that’s what you get.” Your slick was still dripping from his lips and chin but he paid it no mind. 

He rid himself of his pants for good, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. You were watching him too, a hand between your legs playing with your clit as you looked at his cock. “Fuck me hard with that big cock. I need it.”

Hyunjin guided himself to your entrance, coating his length in your cream before, reveling in the feeling of it. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, but he wanted the full experience anyway. 

You rubbed yourself against his shaft, moaning desperately. Hyunjin was mesmerized by your tits and how they moved under your dress with each of your movements.

He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, stretching you open for him, largely helped by the slick coating your walls. Your eyes went blank, glazed over, mouth wide open for him as you were adjusting to him.

And him to you.

You were tight. And wet, so wet. Your cunt hugged him snugly and every little friction brought him closer to the edge. Hyunjin leaned over you, kissing you with his mouth that tasted like your pussy. His mouth still attached to yours, he pounded into you once, then twice, again and again.

You moaned against him. He could see the white of your eyes. He could see your tits bouncing under your dress. He could see the drool accumulating at the corner of your lips. It was in that moment that Hyunjin realized he loved the fact that you were a slut, because he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was. 

“Fuck—Hyunjin—you’re so—so big, yes yes, just like that!”

You didn’t hold back your moans as Hyunjin kept his relentless pace, hips rolling and thrusting and snapping into you, his cock taking up all the space inside you. He loved the sight of it, of his length disappearing in your puffy cunt, your slick and his precum leaking all over your ass and couch. He wouldn’t even clean it up—Jisung could come lick it clean if he wanted, but that cum stain would remain there for a while, as a reminder that Hyunjin had fucked you. 

You pulled his hair again when your pussy throbbed dangerously and you clenched around him, making it harder for him to keep fucking you. “Hyunjin—I’m—I’m—close—” you panted, your hot breath in his neck, your arms around him, your legs around his waist. 

Hyunjin pressed a couple of fingers on your clit to rub it nicely, to hear you sigh and moan again. He was close too—he had been close before you even touched him—but he would have kept fucking you for days. It was the best feeling he ever experienced. Your cunt was better than heaven, he was sure of it. 

You came hard, writhing and crying out under him, creaming all over his flushed cock. Your walls fluttered around him, finally undoing the knot in Hyunjin’s abdomen. 

He came too, his cock throbbing, twitching, then pulsing into your wet cunt. The release was violent—his whole body convulsed over you as he emptied himself inside your fluttering pussy, flooding you, filling you to the brim, fucking his cum deeper inside you as you both came down your highs, enjoying the aftershocks of it. 

Hyunjin stayed inside you for a little while as his cock softened. He liked the feeling of that, the smell of sex permeating the room, your bodily fluids staining you and the furniture. 

You kissed his jaw, playing with his hair a little. He kissed your back—he liked kissing you. He hoped he would get to do it again. He hoped he would get to fuck you again, too. 

“Oh, god,” he mumbled when he did pull out, a thick string of cum still attached to you and his cock. “We made a huge mess.”

You shrugged, pulling yourself up a little to see. “I like messy,” you commented, carefully placing your soaked panties over your pussy. You kissed him again, with tongue, for a long time. “I’ll know who to call when I need a good fuck.” 

Hyunjin snorted, grabbing his pants to put them back on. “You know where to find me.” 

He watched as you got on your feet, imagining all of his cum moving inside you, sticking to the lace of your panties. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.” You kissed him again. And again. 

He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight. Uh… Do you want a towel? Something? You can shower if you want,” he added, his mind still cloudy from fucking you. 

You shook your head slowly and walked away without saying a word. Hyunjin took a few seconds to assess the situation, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit. It didn’t, not really. He wanted to ask you out on a date maybe. He wanted to ask you to come sleep in his bed—he’d fuck you again in the morning, or all night maybe.

But as he made his way toward the hallway, he saw you disappear into Jisung’s room instead of the bathroom. He stood in the dark, his heart beating fast, listening. What were you doing?

You spoke in a gentle voice. “Jisung, move over. I don’t wanna sleep on the couch. Make some space.” A pause. “I know you’re not really sleeping. Come on.” 

Hyunjin knew then that one time wasn’t enough—he had foolishly thought that maybe, fucking you once would rid him of this fantasy. But it only made it worse.

He couldn’t really sleep that night, the thought of you with his cum inside you, sleeping in your step-brother’s bed still full of him, haunted Hyunjin deliciously.

a/n: well....... long time no see? I took some time "off", giving myself a little writing break. Or more specifically, smut. Putting too much pressure on yourself will do that to you I guess.. anyway, I decided I should try little writing exercises to get back into it, and this is the first piece of smut I wrote in months! Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but I hope that practicing will help me improve!

Thank you for your patience. I know I never update, I know I'm so so soooo slow at writing. I know you guys are waiting for frog boy, and lord hwang, etc, but I needed to "break the ice" with something else before. This is it. I also have another one-shot in the works that I will hopefully post soon!

You guys take care. And again, thank you! 💙

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I Was not ready for this

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Bangchan: This man gives you anything and everything you want so if you suggest trying toys together he'd definitely be willing to try it with you. He wouldn't let you lift a single hand because once he got the toy in his hand and notices the look on your face, he'd be dying to use it on you. He'd want you to focus on nothing but pleasure so you would happily lay in bed propped against pillows as he sits between your legs.

You chose a dildo but you got one that's larger than he is because he admitted he wanted to see your pussy trying to take something bigger and thicker. The words had you flushed and you told him his cock was perfect. (His own cock was thick as hell and stretched you completely and had the perfect length.) He smiles at your words and there was a sparkle in his eyes so you bought the dildo instantly.

He watches with dark eyes as he holds it to your mouth and you take it between your lips. He licks his own dry lips and pushes it in further until it makes you gag. It wasn't even halfway in your mouth before you struggled with it but it wasn't going to stop either one of you. He slowly pulls it back out only for you to chase it with your mouth. Once he feels it's wet enough he brings it down to your soaked cunt and presses it between your lips. You gasp and stare down as he pushes it inside of you. You groan and throw your head back as he pushes it so deep it starts to hurt. It's so thick and you feel like your walls are going to stretch so far they'll never go back to their normal place.

"Look at you." He groans, "Your pussy is stretching so fucking wide."

He really only dirty talked when he was extremely turned on and you absolutely loved it. His words made you whimper and clench around the toy. He squeezed his own cock as he pushed it in and out of you. The whole thing wasn't really going to fit inside of you but you were both eager to try and make it.

So yeah, Bangchan definitely grows to loving using toys on you and you love having him do it, but at the end of the day his cock is the only thing you need inside of you and your prove it everyday whether it's by sucking his cock after he makes you cum with a toy or bouncing on it so good that he can't help but cum deep inside of you making you moan his name and scratch at his chest as you drench his cock.

He fucks the dildo in and out of your drenched cunt afterwards to watch his own cum get fucked back into you and to groan at the way your wet lips clench the toy and he ends up jerking off and cumming on your cunt just as you cum on the dildo.

Toys become apart of your regular sex life and they eventually lead you into more intense toys as time goes by. Your closet ends up holding more toys than clothes and you have to lock your bedroom door when people are over but the secret you carry turns you both on.

You sit and laugh with company but the thought of the hidden items just a few footsteps away has your thighs clenching. You don't rush your friends off, but the moment they're gone you both open the closet again and venture back into all the crazy things that have become apart of your life.

But no matter what toys you all use and love, it's your bare pussy and his bare cock that always bring you to the best orgasms of your life.

Changbin: Oh this man loves making you cum whether it's with his tongue, fingers or cock so when he sees a toy that catches his eye he buys it instantly and hides it in your shared bedroom. You end up finding it one afternoon he's gone and the sight of it makes your stomach clench and your pussy throb so you decide to use it.

You leave your bedroom door open, strip naked and get on the bed to prepare yourself. It's a long vibrator that moves in and out of you with an attachment that hooks to your clit. The sight has your skin tingling and you don't want to waste anymore time. You lick two of your fingers and rub them down your wet cunt before moving them to your clit. You were already wet from the sight of the toy so you didn't need to touch yourself much but you enjoyed the way your body jerked when you touched your clit. You couldn't help the moans that left your mouth.

When he finally comes home he is greeted with your moans and the squeak of the bed. Knowing that you have a habit of touching yourself when he's away he can only grin. He takes his clothes off as he walks to the bedroom and his hardening cock throbs at the cool air against it. It starts throbbing more when he opens the bedroom door and notices you using the toy. Your head is thrown back, legs spread wide and he can see the toy moving in and out of you at a rapid pace while the other part sucks on your clit. He notices the remote curled in your hand and suddenly the loud moan of his name has him tuning out the rest of the world. All he could focus on was you, your wet pussy and the way the toy worked you.

"Look at you." He groans.

The sound of his voice has your eyes widening but it's when you notice him completely naked that has you clenching around the vibrator and cumming unexpectedly. Your eyes roll back to your head and your hips jerk off the bed as you squirt everywhere. It takes him by surprise but he moves on to the bed and pulls the toy away from you so he can attach his mouth to your cunt. He licks up every drop of your release and groans at the taste of you. You sob out his name as he wrings another orgasm from you.

He crawls up your body and the two of you kiss for a while just enjoying the feeling of the others lips. You can taste yourself on his soft lips but you don't care. The way he moves his tongue in your mouth is equivalent to how he moves it against your pussy and it has you throbbing again.

He pulls away and grabs the toy that's still moving and cuts it off. He smirks at you, "I see you liked my little surprise."

You blush, "I did. I hope you're not mad."

"How could I ever be mad at watching you squirt from a toy?" He chuckles, "So fucking sexy and I think I'm going to use this on you everyday just so I can have you squirt in my mouth."

You feel your entire face turn red, "You're awful."

"Coming from the one who used a toy without knowing where it came from." He grinned.

He kisses you before you can reply and drags the toy between your wet lips just to hear you groan. It's not on but just the thought of how it moved inside of you as the other part sucked on your clit had your arousal leaking out of you. He licked his lips at the sight and sat up further before pushing your legs to your chest.

"You're not going to let me go are you?" You ask, a tired grin on your face.

He turns his head and kisses your knee before smirking at you, "Absolutely not. I want to watch you fall apart on this toy one more time before I fill you with my cum."

He ends up using that toy on you every damn day in different parts of your house. You squirt every time and he swallows every drop each time before he fucks you and fills you with his cum. No matter what piece of furniture you're sitting on.

Hyunjin: This man loves watching you use toys on yourself as he jerks himself off. He speaks dirty words, teases you vocally because it all makes you whine and work the dildo in yourself faster or turn up the speed on the vibrator you use. Sometimes he ties your hand down as a thrusting dildo works its way in and out of you until you cry out and cum all over it.

He is obsessed with seeing you fall apart because as you cum from whatever toy you’re using he is cumming all over your tits or face. He tells you that you’re a good girl and good girls always get rewarded before covering you in his cum. If any of it gets near your mouth you always lick it up while staring at him. It always makes him cuss and jerk his cock again until he’s whining from sensitivity and cumming again.

His favorite toy to use on you is the thrusting dildo because he always talks about how much you love his cock and how no plastic cock will ever compare. You always whine and beg for him to fuck you. He increases the speed of the dildo and tells you he will fuck you as soon as you cum. From then on out he changes the speed every few minutes just to watch the way your body reacts, to listen to your pretty mouth beg him to let you cum.

His own cock is hard and he’s eager to cum in your cunt but not before you drench the damn toy. He turns it to the highest speed which makes you cry out his name as your orgasm hits. Your body jerks as you squirt everywhere and your mind is spinning. He licks his lips as you make a mess all over the bed and pulls the toy out of you. He cuts it off but forces you to suck it clean which you do happily as you stare at him. He can’t take it anymore and throws the toy to the ground and pushes your legs up to your chest.

He fucks you so good that you can’t help but clench around his cock. Your cunt is sensitive but you don’t fucking care. All you care about is the way his cock fills you up better than that toy does. The way every vein on his cock could be felt inside you and how every twitch sent you spiraling towards another orgasm.

He leans down and whispers in your ear how good your cunt feels and how no cock will ever fuck you as well as his does. Of course you can only moan and dig your nails into his skin but that’s all he needs and it has him grinning smugly as you squirm and whine underneath him. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel this good and not some other man or toy always boosts his ego and motivates him to fuck you even harder so when you do cum you can’t make sense of anything that’s going on. He loved fucking you stupid.

Sometimes as he’s fucking you he will press a small vibrator against your clit and that causes you to completely spaz out underneath him. With how his cock is filling you up and the vibrations on your clit you can always tell you won’t last much longer. It was his greatest joy to make you lose your mind and it was your greatest joy to experience it.

Just as you're about to cum he pulls the vibrator away which makes you whine, "Hyunjin."

He chuckles and licks the toy clean, "Don't worry, sweetheart. You're going to cum."

He cuts the toy off and throws it to the floor as he picks up the pace. If you're going to cum he wants it to be from him so he replaces the vibrator with his fingers which feels ten times better than the toy anyway. It doesn't take long for you to be back on that edge again.

His cock hits your gspot and you dig into his back so hard you know you break skin but it only makes him grunt in pleasure. He leans down and sucks on your nipples for a few minutes before moving up to your neck where he marks you on every inch of skin. You feel like you're going to melt into the bed from how heated you are but you wouldn't change it for anything.

When you cum it's intense and he can feel his cock getting wet. It has him cussing as his orgasm hits and he fills you up. He doesn't pull away though. He keeps his fingers moving rapidly on your clit as your orgasm races through you and listens to the sounds you make. It has his cock twitching as he continues leaking inside of you.

When he finally pulls away from you you grab him and pull him down for a kiss and he returns it happily. You're both overheated and your throats are dry but you're not in a rush to go anywhere. You just want to be as close to him for as long as possible. Even though you two lived together you always got soft and needy after being intimate.

He cherished it and always catered to everything you needed afterwards. Even if he did tease you about how whiny and needy you got which makes you blush and mumble at him to shut up. He kisses you and grins as he pulls you close to him again. You never fight him.

Though the toys he uses on you are fantastic and his cock is fucking incredible, it's in the moments after being intimate that you really felt the intense feelings for that wonderful man and he felt the same about you which made it easy for you two to get involved with toys in first place and go down a road that was entirely your own.

Felix: When he catches you riding a dildo in the bedroom he's taken back. Of course you two have discussed it and often gotten off together on the thought of it but you never actually took the step to go out and get a toy. So seeing the way your ass bounced with each thrust and how your pussy stretched around it had his head throbbing and his cock growing in his pants.

When you notice him you try to stop but he just shakes his head, "Keep going, sweetheart. Let me watch you make yourself cum."

You whine and nod before picking up your pace again. He licks his lips and strips himself down so he can sit on the chair in front of you, slowly jerking his cock as you move. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he wants nothing more than to take them into his mouth and suck on them but he doesn't move.

Your eyes are locked on his cock as you continue bouncing and you wish it was his cock you were bouncing on. You want to feel it stretching you open and pounding inside of you. You desire to feel his balls smacking against your ass. The thought has you moaning his name and he smirks, "Such a desperate girl. Couldn't wait until I got home so instead you sneak out a dildo and fuck yourself with it. When did you get it, sweetheart?"

You moan his name again, "I ordered it a few days ago. Wanted to surprise you with it when I knew you'd be home and we had time to experiment with it."

He cusses and picks up the pace on his cock, "Such a dirty girl. Make yourself cum, princess. Let me see you cum on that plastic cock and then I'll give you the real thing."

You nod and focus on how the dildo hits your gspot. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of his hand on his cock and it motivates you to move faster. You picture Felix under you and his cock buried in your cunt and that's really all you need before you're crying out and your orgasm hits you.

He watches as your cum leaks out of you and down the dildo. He wants to suck it clean and then fuck you with it again but he's so hard and he needs to bury his cock inside your wet cunt before his head explodes.

"Come over here."

You slowly pull off the dildo and whine at the loss. You have to hold the bed to help yourself stand up but you walk over to stand in front of him. He grips your hips to help you steady yourself and looks up at you with a look in his eyes that told you you were in for it. He presses a soft kiss on your lower stomach before moving to lick over your clit. You groan and grab his shoulders but he makes sure to help you stand. He licks over it again a couple more times just to taste you and you feel like your legs are going to give out.

"Do you want my tongue, sweetheart? Or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?"

"I'm going to bounce on your cock right here on this chair." You reply, breathing heavy.

He cusses and pulls you down on to his lap and his hard cock presses into the inside of your thigh. You can feel his precum against your skin and it makes you whine and grind against it.

"After you cum I want you to get on the bed and spread those legs for me, angel. I'm going to fuck your cunt with that dildo again."

You don't get a chance to reply because soon his cock is pressing inside of you and every rational thought you had was soon out of your head.

He stuck to his promise and as soon as you both came he had you spread out on the bed and he fucked you with the dildo promising you that this wouldn't be the only toy you two owned and theY next time you wanted to order one he wanted to be there to help pick it out.

There were multiple packages at your front door just days later.

Seungmin: He loves tying your hands up so you can't touch yourself. He spreads your legs and orders you to keep them open as he puts a vibrator into your cunt. He controls the remote and loves changing the speeds just to torture you. Of course it all feels amazing but you're so desperate to cum and he's just enjoying watching as you squirm.

He's naked and he's working a fleshlight over his cock as he plays with the remote. He's letting out noises that has your pussy getting wetter and the sound of the vibrator inside of you is so messy. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you and down your asscheeks. He can see it glistening on your skin and it's taking all his strength to not bury his face into your cunt.

"Min" You whine, "Please. I need to cum."

"You have been such a good girl, sweetheart. Letting me tie you up and using you as I please." He chuckles, "You like when I take control?"

You nod and your hips jerk, "Make me cum."

"Fuck." He grunts, "Going to do even better than that."

He removes the fleshlight and walks over to you. He crawls on to the bed and pulls the vibrator out of your cunt and cuts it off. He tosses it behind him before burying his face into your cunt. It makes you cry out and your body jerks at the sensation of his tongue against you.

He pulls back only to tell you to reach into the bedside table. You know exactly what he wants.

He attaches the small clit stimulator and grins as you scream. As it works on your clit he works his tongue against your pussy. He licks up your arousal before sliding his tongue inside you and licks at you like a starving man.

The clit stimulator is making your thighs shake and it’s throbbing but you know it just means that your orgasm is close. The addition of his tongue fucking in and out of you only increases the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Want you to cum on my tongue.” He speaks, staring at you intently. His stare sends chills down your spine and you can only nod at his words.

His tongue works against you as the clit stimulator turns up and you can only cry out. Your cunt presses against his face as you cum. He moans against you and holds your hips down so he can clean you up. The vibrations on your clit has your body jerking but it only makes him harder and you end up cumming in his mouth again just moments later.

He removes the toy and sits up and licks his lips. He crawls over your body and kisses you and you can feel the head of his cock pressing against you. You whine into the kiss and he swallows down the sound, “Ready for my cock, angel?”

You nod, “Only want your cock.”

“Toys aren’t enough?”

“Never enough. Only want you.”

“You have me, sweetheart. Always.”

And he makes you cum over and over that night without any other toys.

Jeongin: He enjoys using toys on you when he’s in the mood but for the most part he loves making you cum from his mouth, fingers or cock. He’s selfish even with toys but if he knows it’s something you want to do he never hesitates and goes over the top to make you feel incredible.

He whispers filth in your ear as he fucks the dildo in and out of you. The sound of your wet pussy as it moves is music to his ears. Watching your arousal leaking out of you and sticking to your skin has him aching to be buried inside you. Sure, he’s selfish when it comes to toys but that doesn’t mean he hates what it does to your body and how you react to them.

He looks down and watches as it moves in and out of you and groans at the sight. Your pussy is clinging to it and it's drenched in your arousal and cum and his head is fucking spinning. Of course no matter whether it's a toy or his cock your pussy always looks so fucking pretty stretched out and wet. He'd never get tired of the sight so he picked up the pace and grinned as you screamed. He'd never get tired of your sounds either.

You moan and grab at him, "Please."

"Use your words, baby."

You gasp as the dildo is pushed inside you harder, "Fuck! Jeongin, I need to cum!"

He hums at the words but doesn't stop his pace. He keeps fucking it in and out of you with his eyes locked between your legs. If you were going to cum then he wanted to watch it. He was usually too busy fucking you and he could never actually see how your pussy looked when you came. He was excited to see you cum and then taste you afterwards. His tongue ached to be on you already.

"Cum whenever you want, sweetheart."

His words had you clenching. You threw your head back and let out moan after moan as your orgasm hit and you found yourself drenching that dildo. It felt like it was pouring out of you. The dildo was tossed aside and his mouth was on you in an instant causing you to grab at his hair. You cussed and you could feel him grinning against you. You bastard, you mentally thought.

"That toy feel better than my cock?" He asks, flicking his tongue over your clit.

He always asked you this after using a toy on you and you always gave him the same answer: nothing was better than his cock.

It made him smug but he ate you out with a hunger that turned into a full on fire. He was throbbing and aching to be inside of you. He loved watching you cum but he wanted to be the one to make you cum now. He wanted that dildo to go to hell and burn while he continued fucking you over and over.

"You can fuck me now." You pant, "Want to feel you."

He grins and crawls up your body and leaves kisses as he goes. When he finally kisses your lips you melt into him. You really meant it when you said no toy could ever compare to him. He was everything to you.

He smiles down at you, "If you want to look into more toys we can, sweetheart."

You smile, "Really?"

He nods, "Of course. If they make you happy but just know I'm always going to be filling you up afterwards."

You laugh, "You need to stop being jealous of toys. They are nothing compared to you, angel. I just love using them with you. It's not about being better than you because they aren't. It's about the intimacy with you."

He lets out a relieved sigh and kisses you just as he slides his cock into you. You gasp into the kiss.

Absolutely no toy in this world could ever compare to how this man made you feel physically and emotionally.

Han: He absolutely loves using toys on you. Watching you squirm and whine underneath him is one of his favorite things. The noises you make and how you grab at him turn him on. He's always eager to make you cum no matter how he does it and you're always eager for him to make you cum.

He loves dildos and vibrators of course but he loves using them in your ass more than anything. He is obsessed with your pussy and is always telling you that he wants his mouth, fingers and cock to be the only things that touch it so he keeps the toys for your ass which you absolutely love. You didn't realize you were so sensitive in your ass until you met him and he took you to a world that you never wanted to leave.

He has you on your hands and knees when he uses them. He loves watching your ass stretch around a dildo as he messes with your clit. He ignores how hard his cock is and focuses on you. Your pleasure is really all that matters to him when you're being intimate.

You push your ass back on the dildo and he bites down softly on one of your asscheeks causing you to moan loudly. He is obsessed with your ass and as much as he loves eating it and fucking it he'd choose your pussy every time just because of how wet it got and how much he loved when you squirted in his mouth and on his cock.

He shook those thoughts away as he continued fucking your ass with the dildo. If he got any harder his dick would be able to cut glass and as much as he wanted to fuck you he really wanted you to fall apart from this toy first. He was desperate to leave your ass gaping before he fucked you so he could mess with it as he fucked you from behind. This man was kinky and you indulged in every single thing he wanted to try because he was always so willing to buy you toys when you needed a new one or just wanted to try one.

He watches as your ass clenches and cusses under his breath as you push back causing it to go further inside of you. You moan his name and a breathless pant escapes your mouth as if you were struggling to get a breath.

"Do you need a break?" He asks, kissing your asscheek.

You look back at him and shake your head, "Just make me cum, Han. Please. Want you to fuck me so bad. I'm so wet for you."

You wasn't lying. His fingers were drenched due to how wet you were and it was taking all his effort not to forget the dildo and just eat your cunt from behind until you came all over his face.

He slowly pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the bed. You both knew you'd be using it again later.

He kisses your asscheek again and leaves kisses up your spine until his chest is pressed against your back and his arms are caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his weight on you. You can also feel his cock against your ass so you push back a bit just to feel the pre cum smear on your skin.

"You're so desperate, baby." He whispers, kissing your shoulder, "I'm going to give you what you want though. Going to fill this pussy up and make you cum all over my cock. Then I'm going to fuck that dildo back into your cunt until you cum all over it. I won't let you out of this bed until you feel there's nothing left to give me."

"Oh god." You moan, "Please."

He chuckles, "Then later we are going to go and get some more toys for us to try. There is a whole world out there of them and I want us to explore every single one. Just know at the end of the day it's going to be my cock that fucks you over and over, sweetheart. The toys will eventually die and I'll stop buying batteries. The dildo will eventually become unusable but my cock will always be buried in your cunt."

His words were driving you crazy so you started begging for him to fuck you and that was all it took.

He spit in your ass as he fucked you from behind and pressed two fingers inside of you making you whine loudly. A few other noises escaped but you'd never admit to making them.

By the time you both cum your legs are exhausted and your body feels heavy. You can't move so he helps roll you to your back and crawls between your legs. He smiles at you and tells you that he's giving you a break before you do anything else. You just grab the dildo and tell him to make you cum again.

And he does. Over and over until the sun starts rising the next morning.

Minho: This man is obsessed with making you cum from him and him alone. He loves feeling your body under him, loves touching every inch of your skin. He loves using his tongue on your cunt then fucking you full of his cum. He loves being the one making you cum and you absolutely love how feral he can get with you. You really don't need a toy when he's able to do things to you that make your toes curl and your vision go blank.

But if you were to ever tell him you wanted to try a toy he wouldn't turn the idea away. He'd want to go to a proper store and look at them instead of shopping on the internet. He wouldn't want a male employee helping you all out so he'd just look at different things then google their purpose. Of course he would make sure it's something you were comfortable with before purchasing. Once it was bought and you were on the way home he'd admit how excited he was to try it.

You'd be even more excited to see how he uses it on you because when he got into it it was hard to turn him down. He was so fucking good at fucking you and making you cum so really if the toy didn't work or it had to be returned for some other reason you'd have no complaints. You had everything you ever needed wrapped up in the man you knew was the love of your life.

He'd be sitting on the couch and you'd be sitting on his lap. His chest would be pressed against your back as he spreads your legs wide. There'd be a mirror put in front of you so you could both see what was happening. The sight of the mirror would make you so wet and he'd be able to feel your arousal dripping down on to his leg. He runs his fingers over your wet cunt and rubs your clit for a few minutes to work you up even more. He was excited to try the toy on you before he fucked you senseless.

He clamps the clit stimulator onto your clit before sliding the eight inch dildo into your cunt. You moan and go to close your eyes but he forces you to stare in the mirror. “If you want me to use toys on you then you’re going watch, sweetheart. Then I’m going to fuck you and remind you that my cock is the only thing that belongs in your sweet cunt apart from my fingers and tongue.”

You keep your eyes on the mirror despite how heavy they are. You want to close your eyes and focus on the pleasure but he keeps your face right on the mirror, grinning at you over your shoulder. You can’t help but clench at the look on his face.

“Such a good girl.” He hums, “Look at that sweet pussy sucking that fake cock right in.”

You moan and grab at your own legs as he keeps them spread apart. The clit stimulator is sending vibrations through your spine and you feel like you’re going to fall apart early with how he was working your body. He seems to know what you’re thinking because he’s whispering in your ear, “You’re welcome to cum whenever you want, sweetheart. Just know I’m still going to fill you with my cock after.” Your head falls back against him and he laughs, “So weak for my cock even at the mention of it.”

He spanks your cunt and you cry out. The vibrations on your clit increase and the pace of the dildo does as well. You are so fucking wet and want nothing more than his real cock inside of you stretching you out.

“You’ll get it, angel.” He whispers, “My cocks aching to be inside you so bad. You’re so wet and it’s aching to drown in you.”

“Oh my god.” You moan, “Minho, please.”

You watch in the mirror as the dildo moves in and out and how his wrist moves to make it curve inside you. You grab at his wrist and let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm gets closer.

“Do you want to cum like this or do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, licking at your neck.

“Fuck me.” You beg, “Want your cock so bad.”

That was all he needed to hear. The dildo dropped to the floor with a squelch after he pulled it out. The clit stimulator was removed. He smacked your cunt and before you could reply his cock was shoved in you. You screamed at the intrusion and grabbed at him as he started fucking into you at a vigorous pace.

When you fell apart you were both starting into the mirror and it only increased the intensity. By the time you both came down from your high all you could do was collapse on to the couch when he pulled you down so you could rest.

“That was hot as hell but I’m still positive that my cock is the best thing for you.”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him, “I don’t ever want anything or anyone else.”

You didn’t return the toys but they weren’t used often. He really was all you needed.

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birthday girl ; skz ; seungmin x reader

requested by anonymous: “You keep your hands where they are or I’ll tie them up” with Seungmin + requested by anonymous: ❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ is SO seungmin I can’t 😭 + requested by @sealovesbts : ❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜ x Seungmin djjdjjdjd 🫣

pairing: kim seungmin/reader content info: friends to lovers. boy next door!seungmin, stripper!seungmin. reader is kinda vanilla but gets a couple kinks unlocked: stripping, some power play, seungmin giving orders and her following it, having sex in privacy but a public venue overall. word count: 4100 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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You open the door and jump, startled to find Seungmin already standing there with his hand raised to knock.  He also looks surprised but he doesn’t shriek like you do.  You were already jittery before the jump-scare.   

“Seungmin! Sorry!”  You put a hand over your heart.  “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I can see that.”  He speaks in his usual dry tone but smiles a lopsided smile. 

Kim Seungmin lives in your neighbourhood.  You have been amicable a long time so you like to consider him a friend as well.  He is an admittedly private person and his personality can be brash, but you find charm in his quirky cheekiness.  He is reliable whenever you need a hand.    

He is dressed in a hoodie and jeans which is not unusual; he is not very flashy.  His bangs sweep his forehead and he smiles a wide, boxy smile as he hands you a gift bag. 

“Happy birthday, neighbour,” he says. 

“Oh my goodness,” you say, flustered.  “Seungmin!  You didn’t have to!”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m the greatest,” he quips.   While you open the present, he asks, “I guess you’re going out?  You’re all dressed up.” 

“Oh, um, yes.”  You feel shy as he looks at you.

“You look good,” he says.

It makes you even more flustered.  You are dressed a little sleeker and sexier than usual.  Your sister has arranged your birthday party but you do not know where, only that she said to dress for fun.  You are not great with surprises and your sister is a little wild, hence your nerves, but you have decided to leave your comfort zone for one night. 

You were not expecting to run into your neighbour, friend, and crush. 

Because, yes, you like Seungmin.  A lot.  Seungmin is very modest, low-key, and hard-working.  You know he is at law school and works a few jobs to pay for it.  You are not sure where, but he is intelligent and you can imagine him doing anything.  His snark is amusing but his dependability and steadfastness is a sexy combination.  Your sister has never met him but has often teased you for your so-called boring infatuation, but you disregard the thought.  You like Seungmin, shaggy bangs and law school textbooks and all. 

A flirtation has been subtly brewing over the last few months.  You think the unexpected birthday gift is a step in that direction.  Especially when you unwrap a recipe book you off-handedly mentioned a few weeks ago, touched he remembered it at all. 

“Oh, thank you, Seungmin,” you say, gushing and sweet.  You go to hug him but falter nervously and end up giggling. 

He brushes some hair out of his eyes.  They seem to sparkle with mirth, or maybe you are just ridiculously head-over-heels. 

“You’re kinda goofy, you know that?” he says, but smiles.  “I like it.” 

“Oh gosh,” you say. 

It makes him laugh.  Then he says, “I’ll let you get to your party.” 

“Oh, it’s just my sister and some girl friends,” you say.  “I don’t even know where we’re going.  Probably just some food and stuff.  You know me.  I’m very simple.” 

“I do,” he says.  “I’d like to know you better, though.  Maybe you can make me one of those recipes some time.  I like the one on page fifteen.”

You burst out laughing at his audacity, making him laugh too.  His teasing successively obliterates your nerves.    

“I will,” you say, smiling so big.  “Page fifteen.  Noted.” 

“It’s a date,” he says.  “I’ll let you go now. Enjoy your birthday dinner.”

“You too,” you say, then realize that response made no sense so you stutter through a retraction.  You stop when he leans in and kisses your cheek, a quick peck that makes your eyes go wide. 

“Goofball,” he says and bops your nose while smiling.  “See you around, neighbour.”

“Bye, neighbour,” you say, giggling helplessly. 

He smiles as he walks away, hands in his pockets, and you are still hugging your book and smiling. 

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The conversation with Seungmin is your last wholesome birthday moment.  You meet your sister and friends only to get whisked off to a placeof complete and utter depravity. 

Otherwise known as a club full of male strippers. 

You are sitting at a little table, astounded at the room around you.  You hold no judgements whatsoever, but between the flashing lights and loud music and, um, prominent bare chests and even more prominent bulges, you are sufficiently overawed. 

You cannot help but gawk, mouth open as you look around at everything.  It makes your sister and friends laugh.  It is not mean but they are undoubtedly amused.  Your shy character is the opposite of… this. 

“You guys are crazy,” you say, only making them erupt into more giggles. 

“You like logic and traditions so consider it a rite of passage, baby sister,” your sister says, slinging her arm around your shoulder and squeezing.  “Or, hm, an act of feminism!  It’s about equality.  We need to objectify and ogle the sexy men on behalf of womankind.”   

“How noble of us,” you say dryly, setting off another round of giggles.  You shake your head, smiling with amusement too.  You are a little embarrassed but it is quite funny, and there is a part of you enjoying something so opposite of your usual quiet scenes.  

Amusing is the best word for it, though.  None of the men are remotely your type and the relentless hip-thrusting is a bit much. You find yourself laughing into your drink and swaying to music as a few choreographed routines are performed.  Some of the more elaborate dances are entertaining. 

“The birthday girl likes a pretty boy,” your sister says, conspiring with your friends to find the perfect man to entertain you. 

“No, I don’t,” you say.  You roll your eyes and playfully shove her shoulder.   

“Well,” she says, “there are no boring lawyers on that stage, so a pretty face will have to suffice.” 

They proceed to point out a few of the prettier dancers while you shake your head.  You turn to watch the stage where a different set of men are in the middle of a routine.  There is a very rowdy bachelorette party in front of your table, occasionally blocking the view of one side of the stage.  You are sipping you drink when a few girls move, opening the view. 

You promptly spit your drink everywhere.  Your friends squeal while you choke and there is enough chaos at your table for one of the dancers to look directly at you. 

Not just any dancer.  

Kim Seungmin.

You have seen that face twice a day every day for months and you still barely recognize him.  It is no wonder that even a slightly obstructed view warped him entirely. 

Your modest, low-key friend is dazzling under the stage lights, face lightly made-up and his usual shaggy hair pushed back off his face.  Is it possible for a glimpse of forehead to so drastically change the composition of a familiar face?   He looks like a new man, his features striking on his bright, open face, all framed by neatly styled dark hair.  The familiar sparkle in his dark eyes is accentuated by the gleam of something shining around his neck.  Necklace? Choker? Collar?

He is in a white dress shirt and blue jeans, ripped at the knee, but everything about him seems illuminated.  He is the bold, blazoned fantasy version of the boy next door.  Very literally in your case, which is maybe why you think it, watching him cross the stage with more verve and confidence than you knew he possessed.  Your Seungmin walks in a casual shuffle, hands in his pockets.  He does not stride.

He certainly does not… gyrate.  Which is what he is doing when he catches your eye.  There is a moment of shared recognition and subsequent surprise, wide-eyed as you hold gazes across a noisy room.

Seungmin, a seemingly consummate professional, blinks the surprise off his face and goes back to his routine. 

You are not so practiced.  Your surprise stays plastered there, your mouth open and eyes wide as you stare at him.  The dance that seemed so exaggerated and ridiculous on the other performers is something else on Seungmin.  Maybe it is his character, the boy next door with his ripped jeans and smirking grin. Or maybe it is because he is your boy next door.

He is not ridiculous. Quite the opposite.  He makes it look natural, fluid and unhurried with the swivel of his hips and teasing grin.  He seems to somehow make eye contact with everyone in the room. 

You remind yourself that is his job when his eyes wander back to you.  It does not slow the race of your heart.

He sits on a chair and opens his shirt.  Some of the other dancers are more than half-naked, but he has a captive audience with the simplest action.  Keeping each step to the beat of the music, he reclines and undoes his belt, which makes your lips part. Then he lets his shirt drop down his arms and reveals his shoulders, which makes you gasp.  Then he cups a hand between his legs, curving his palm over the not-insubstantial bulge in his jeans.  Heat fills the core of you. 

He looks right at you with a tilt of his head and a lazy smile, the subtle sort of smirk that does not need to exaggerate.  He knows he has you. 

“Oh my god,” your friend says.  “Not birthday girl eye-fucking a stripper.”

“What!”  You rip your attention away all at once, flushed hot from head to toe.  “I am not!”

“Well, he was eye-fucking you.” 

You take a gigantic gulp of water, though it does not to quell the heat inside.  Until today, the most you dared to fantasize about Seungmin was a prolonged kiss on the porch.  Seungmin is polite.  He does not eye-fuck. 

Except you glance over the rim of your cup.  He is still looking at you.  It is not the way he looks at everyone else, who he skims with a cursory glance and flirtatious wink.  It is a lingering, penetrating stare, like he is calling you to him with his eyes alone. 

Oh. Gosh.  He is eye-fucking you. 

“I think,” your sister says, “we found a pretty boy for the birthday girl.” 

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And that is how you find yourself sitting in a small private room, barely bigger than a coat closet and washed in a dark purple light.  You are perched on a plush little seat, holding your handbag so tightly your knuckles start to hurt.  You let go and clear your throat, embarrassed even though you are alone.  You place the bag on the floor and smooth your hands down the skirt of your dress.

You squeak like a frightened little mouse, jumping when Kim Seungmin startles you for the third time tonight.  Once on your doorstep.  Once on stage.  And now in this little room, silhouetted by the hall lights until he closes the divider.  He is still in his ripped jeans and dress shirt, neatly buttoned and composed again. 

He runs a hand through his hair which makes your heart skip beats.  You feel a little preposterous, scandalized by a forehead, but it makes his gaze so direct.  You melt under the intensity of his stare. 

“I hear it’s your birthday,” he says. 

You imagine yourself as a stranger to him, the same line recited with the same confidence.  For some reason, it is just as tantalizing.  You like abrasive, quirky law student Kim Seungmin in his hoodie and jeans.  But you find yourself irrevocably spellbound by this other version of him, who is so seductive it has women drawing money out of their purses. 

“Yes,” is what you say, instead of all that. 

He tilts his head, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.  He is always clever but his open face makes his scrutiny more apparent.  You swallow when he approaches, when he sinks down on one knee while holding your gaze in thrall. 

“Breathe,” he says.  “That’s not a request.”  He rests his hands on the seat, framing your body between them.  He does not touch you.  He does not need to.  Your breath spills free in a rush and he smirks.  “Good.  All right.  So… neighbour… Should we talk?” 

You think a thousand thoughts.  Yes, a conversation.  No, your friends paid for this room.  They think you will get a lap dance or something, then return quickly.  You want to ask when he is free for dinner.  You want to ask how long he has worked here.  You want to know him.  You really, really want to kiss him. 

You say instead, “I’ve never done this sort of thing before.” 

He looks at you for another moment, still studious.  You swallow again.  Then he smiles that dastardly grin, wide and a little mean. 

“And you want to?” he asks.  “Do this sort of thing?” 

“Only if it’s you,” you say, then avert your gaze out of embarrassment.  Maybe that was too much cringe-worthy honesty. 

He touches your chin, drawing your gaze back to him.  You blink at him, helpless but to study his face in turn.  He was always decently good-looking but he is driving you to complete distraction.  You find yourself staring at his lips well before he starts speaking. 

“I think you have more depth than either of us know, don’t you?” he asks. 

“Maybe,” you say, laughing a little.  You look at him with wide, earnest eyes.  “Don’t we all?” 

He touches his tongue to his upper lip, looking thoughtful but undoubtedly smiling.  Then he smacks his lips and nods, his hair bouncing.

“Right,” he says.  “In that case, birthday girl…”

He stands and your eyes follow.  He holds your gaze until he starts unbuttoning his shirt, then your eyes drop to his hands, the deft flick of his fingers as they crawl down his chest. 

A professional, you think.  It gets you undeniably hot.  You meet his eyes again when he tugs his shirt off and drops it behind him.  He is more slender than chiseled, especially compared to some of the other dancers, but there is a firmness to his body, a control he has mastered.  

He grabs a bar above your head that you did not even notice, using it to lift and lower himself over you.  He lands in a smooth straddle with his knees cradling you under him. 

You sit back, breathing harder already.  Then he takes your hands and lifts them over your head, making your fingers twitch with anticipation.  You are still fully clothed but your dress is sleeveless and low-cut and this feels like a vulnerable position, arms raised with a half-naked Kim Seungmin straddling your body. 

He curls your fingers around the bar then drags his knuckle down the bare skin of your arms, making you shiver despite the packed heat of this little room. 

“You keep your hands where they are,” he says, “or I’ll tie them up.”   

You nod a little frantically and it makes him laugh.  Then he is leaning back just enough to rock his body over yours, bringing your attention to every flawless plane of his body as he moves on you.  He touches you sparingly, making you watch, making you wonder.  Looking and fantasizing about what his hips can really do, what strength is hidden in the body he has mastered.  He follows the low music, ever deep thrum of a bass, every heart-pounding beat. 

He brings his face close to yours, so close your lips almost touch.  It steals your breath like a real kiss would. 

“I’m going to touch you,” he says.  “Be good for me, birthday girl. Maybe there’s a present in it for you.  Only if I like you.” 

You cannot find any witty quips to return.  He is definitely the experienced one, as effortless with his words as with everything else.  You can only gawk at him as he slides smoothly off.  Then his hands are on your legs, making them quiver, your body startled with the direct touch despite the warning. 

Your skirt gathers just a bit, his hands curling under your knees.  Then he is spreading your legs, not enough to see anything but enough you feel the empty space between them.  Oh yes, emptier than you have ever felt.  You are surprised by the way you clench, your body aching for more.  He only teases, makes you feel that emptiness and picture every what if.  He helps you with your fantasy, pushing your legs back like he would if he was fucking you deep, rolling his hips so close to yours in mimicry. 

“Oh,” is the only sound you make.   Your breathing is very loud.  It says a lot on its own. 

He is breathing a little harder too.  He is still between your legs when he starts unbuttoning his jeans.  He shuffles them down his hips but not all the way off.  You can see he is wearing nothing underneath, the denim itself a suddenly tantalizing piece, slung low on his hips with the subtle sloping v of his body drawing your gaze to his middle. 

“I don’t usually go further than this, you know,” he says.  He slowly pushes the next button loose and you can feel the rush of heat from your belly swoop lower.  His bulge looks obscene at this vantage, pushing at what little remains of the denim around it.  “But I think I like you, birthday girl.”  He opens another button.  “I think I can make an exception.”  He pushes the last button then grasps his jeans at the hips, grinning as he says, “Our secret.” 

Secret, illicit, that’s what this feels like, looking at the gorgeous man you have been pining after, watching as he pushes his jeans down his hips and thighs.  You are tucked in a small room not far away from a rowdy crowd, Kim Seungmin dropping the last of his clothes then continuing his slow and sensual movements. 

You feel dizzy, your arms shaking.  You close your mouth when you literally salivate, because his dick is right there, hard and curving up in front of you as he moves with skilled ease.  You giggle a little nervously when he notices and swipes a thumb across your lips.   Then he reaches up, curling his hands over yours on the bar as he leans in close to your face. 

“You wanna touch me?” he asks, palms over your knuckles.  You nod frantically and he grins that mean smile, tilting his head as he looks down at you.  “What will you give me for it?” 

“Anything,” you say.  “You can do anything to me.  You can have all of me.” 

It occurs only seconds later he might mean money, but he just laughs, that familiar ha-ha-ha you have heard a dozen times before. 

“Is that how you usually get out of these situations?” he teases.  “By fucking your way out of them?” 

“You’re so mean,” you say with a helpless pout. 

“Yeah,” he says, brushing his nose with yours.  “I am.  I could be worse, but it’s your birthday.”  He takes your hands and lowers them, guiding them to his shoulders.   

You touch him carefully, as if he is fragile, or like he could disappear beneath your fingertips.  This moment hardly seems real, ethereal and bright, all neon and purple haze. This is not like you and that is thrilling.  This is all new, but he is also familiar.  You are enjoying this, him, you together.  

You touch him slowly, with intention, just the gentlest caress across his bare shoulders.  It wipes his grin, makes his breathing get all slow like he is savouring it too.  He looks at you with more intensity. 

“You said I can anything?” he asks. 

A nod is all it takes, then he is sinking to his knees.  He pushes back a few loose strands of his hair, then his hands are under your knees and he is pulling you to the edge of your seat.  You make a little noise of surprise, clutching his shoulders until he manoeuvres you.  Then it is your legs on his shoulders and he is running his tongue along your inner thigh. 

“Seungmin,” you say, breathlessly.

“Shh, shh,” he says.  “Our secret, remember?” 

Then he is tugging your now wet panties to the side, his mouth on you in a ravenous motion.  You cover your mouth to try and stifle most of your moaning, but you cannot help the few sounds that escape, especially as he takes you closer and closer to a climax.  He surfaces, still using his hand to get you close, his lips wet and eyes searching.  He smirks, sliding two fingers into you while rolling his thumb across that distended bundle of nerves. 

“That’s not quiet, birthday girl,” he says.  “Don’t make me gag you.” 

“I’m quiet,” is your rasping reply.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asks, fucking his fingers roughly through all the wet desire between your thighs, making you shake.  “I can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making,” he says.  “It almost sounds like you’re about to come for me.  That’s pretty dirty.  What would everyone out there say?” 

Shocked.  They would be shocked if they even believed it.  You would not have believed it of yourself a few hours ago.  But now you are coming all over his face and hand and it is still not enough.  You have never begged for anything but the words are on your lips, your mouth open and eyes wide as you stare at him. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, fingers swirling at your entrance.  He pushes in and out, just his fingertips, tormenting you.  “That just made you needier, didn’t it?  Tsk.” He sighs dramatically.  “I don’t usually offer that.  It’ll cost you.” 

“I’ll cook the recipe on page sixteen too,” you say, making him laugh naturally again. 

“What a bargain,” he says.  He grabs his jeans and fishes a condom out of the back pocket.  He even seems to make a show of that.  He puts it on and fists his cock for you, standing above you while you catch your breath.  When you reach for him, he grabs your wrists and yanks you up.  He is effortless and quick, as always, spinning you around and pressing your hands to the back of the seat. 

“You know the rules,” he says.  “Hands there or I tie them up.  That’s my girl.”

You follow his directions and bend over, feeling utterly debauched before he is even inside you.  He lifts your skirt and tugs your panties aside again.  You are fully dressed and he is completely naked, but you somehow feel more exposed, more vulnerable in his confident hands.  He holds your hips and eases inside you, inch by solid inch until he is pressed up against your backside, buried to the hilt. 

“That’s it,” he says, tone still cocky though it soon gives way to panting.  He makes a few rough sounds of his own, fucking you quick and dirty in this small room.  You are going to walk out of here smelling and looking like sex itself, dishevelled and shaky and well-fucked.  Practically a new woman, one you are eager to know, containing as many contradictory dualities as Seungmin. 

Seungmin, your goofy friend, who throws his head back as he drives into you again and again, shushing you when you get too loud.  He muffles his own cry in your shoulder when he comes, still rocking against you for a moment after that. 

“Fuck,” you say, dropping onto the seat after.  He is tugging his jeans back on, though his eyes are on you.  It is a scrutinous stare again.  You undoubtedly have questions for each other.   For now, you just smile, taking another shuddery breath as you come down from your high.   “Well,” you say.  “That might have been worth page seventeen too.” 

His gaze softens, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.  He leans over you, brushes his nose against yours, and finally kisses you.  It is the soft, tender kiss you dreamed about so long ago.  It leaves you as breathless as everything else. 

“All right, neighbour,” he says, “it’s a date.” 

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