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23:36 - myungjae

– What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't come. – You say when you meet Jaehyun in an empty hallway, you take a drag on the cigarette that was previously resting in your fingers.

– Something attracted me to come today. – He leans against the wall in front of you. He doesn't look as cute as usual. His eyes are sharper, different, I would even say seductive.

– Something or someone? – You ask, but you already know the answer.

He approaches you, rests one hand on the wall, next to your head. He practically holds you there, but leaves a space in case you want to escape. He takes the cigarette from your hand, takes a puff of smoke and blows it on your face. – Oh… Who would have thought that the puppy could smoke. – You scoff, finding it funny how he's trying to look cool.

– There are so many things you don't know about me, babe. But I know you know something. – He whispers, staring at your lips for a few seconds.

– I know what you want. – Your faces are practically glued together, you feel his warm breath. His posture, his gaze, him; all of this together makes you feel attracted to the boy.

– And are you going to give it to me? Hm? Are you going to give me what I want? – You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your faces closer, your breaths mingling. Definitely that.

– I will. – You say slyly, and he doesn’t waste any time.

He takes your lips, it’s a hot kiss, full of a desire you didn’t know you had. The boy’s big hands go to your waist, pulling you close. When you can’t breathe anymore, he kisses your neck, practically moaning when he goes down to your exposed chest. – You’re going to drive me crazy. – He laughs, and goes back to your mouth.

The night is just beginning for the two of you.

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guess who is back??

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every single bitch who sent and paid for those funeral wreaths in front of sm when seunghan came back, you all have a special place in hell for hating on that man for doing nothing wrong

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( drabble ) after party ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 심재윤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ after watching you on the runway , he finally got you at the after party ヾ

idol!jake・ runwaymodel!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ fingering , unprotected sex , oral ( male rec. ) wc ・0.6 k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 he looks so fine in that photo , the things i want to say is crazy ...

being an idol for so long; jake was used to the fashion show — and he loved it , flying to different countries, seeing all the cool clothes… and the best of all; the sexy runway models , like you.

the moment he saw you on the runway, he was enamored by you; his eyes following you all the way down, until jungwon had to pull him back before fell out of his chair. when you came back around for the final walk — he knew he had to find a way to talk to you.

he had his chance; his other members talking amongst themselves and other celebrities, he was nursing his glass of wine in his hand — watching you dance with another model across the room. you made eye contact with him , giving him a flirty smile and a wink before walking away; sitting his glass down , standing up. “im going to the bathroom.

he followed behind you; you looked over your shoulder, smiling when you saw him behind you. he stayed close enough to see you , but far enough to not raise any suspicions. his eyes low on your low cut dress , your entire back out , he bit his lip as you turned into a quiet corner — away from everyone else.

“oh fuck…” you sighed , his plump lips on yours , a giggle leaving your glossed lips. “i don't even know your name.” he pulled away , face red from the alcohol; hair messy from you tugging at it. “it's jake.” his hands on your waist, working it's way down. “jake.” you repeated , his hand coming up your dress. “you're getting a little handsy there jake , you don't even know me.” you teased. “i know enough.” he said , cupping your heat. “shit.” you moaned out. “like how wet you are for me.”

it was on from there , his finger stringing your clothed clit , pushing your thong to the side. “please.” he pushed a finger inside you. “fuck , your fingers.” sucking on your neck. “you're so tight , been waiting to fuck you since i saw you on the runway.” he said hissing as you tightened around his fingers. “fuck me please.”

undoing the buttons of his slacks , his cock ready to be freed. “fuck , gonna stuff you full of my cock.” he lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist , slowly working his cock into your warm cunt. “fuck baby you're so fucking tight.” he cursed , hand coming up to squeeze your boob. “deeper please.” your hand on his waist as he fucked you , both of you forgetting you were still in public and someone could easily hear you. “such a slut for my cock baby -shit- you don't even know me and you were so ready to take me.”

he fully lifted you up against the wall, his cock hitting you much deeper, your cunt squeezing you. “oh fuck your pussy is like heaven.” he moaned. “god im gonna cum , gonna cum.” you gasped , yanking his hair. “fuck jake im gonna cum.” you screamed. “fuck , fuck get on your knees im gonna cum.”

quickly pulling out of you; getting on your knees, he tugged at his cock , throwing his head back as you wrapped you shimmering lips around his tip. “oh fuck!” he groaned out , ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. “mmh fuck.”

you swallowed his cum , sticking your tongue out. he let out a breathless gasp. “shit when will you be in korea? i need to see you again.” you smiled , wiping the remnants of his load of your lips , standing up. “i can make time.”

“where the fuck have you been?” jay asked once the boy made it back to his seat. “we were waiting for you , let's go.” he turned around to where you were dancing with a model once again , your hair was messy , but he knew it was from dancing , you turned to him smiling , he bit his lip turning back to his friend. “i was in the bathroom.”

"mhm wipe the pink lip gloss off your neck before you lie , and before the camera sees it."

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

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guys I'm so sorry for the lacking of posts here, I just can't think in something good enough to write and i don't have any time to translate something from the other blog :((

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I feel a huge need to sit on his face

240915 JENO

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so haechan sub coded

Nothing like feeling a boy literally moan into your pussy when you make him touch himself as he eats you out and listen to you moan cute things like:

"That's all that mouth is good for eating pussy and nothing else" and " I bet you like it when I fuck your face like this and use you like the toy you are"

all while you crush his head between your thighs and watch him slowly lose his ability to function like anything more than a fuckbot.

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SUNOO for VOGUE Korea (September, 2024)

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smut fic with jisung nct? 🤩

hello my beautiful anon, I'm so so sorry. ik I delivered it very late but I hope you like it 🥹 it's here!! (🐚)

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ㅤ ೀ⠀painting you | jisung

ওㅤFeels like im in a Michelangelo's painting

bffs brother and inexperienced!jisung x older!femreader, unprotected sex (don't do this!!!), creampie, "little boy", dryhumping, anything else (?)

a/n: this is the first request of this blog and im so happy, ty anon for this! if there is any mistake, please let me know, enjoy as much I enjoyed writing this!!! ♡

You didn't know Jisung very well, apart from the fact that he was your best friend's brother, you didn't know much about his personality.

He was always in his room, doing whatever while you and the youngest Park enjoyed a girls' night out. He only left that place when he realized he needed to eat or communicate with his sister.

At college he was even more mysterious, he even seemed invisible in the eyes of the other girls, so much so that when he asked them what they thought of Park Jisung they would respond "Who's that guy" or "Jiyeon's brother?" He's definitely not very famous. But you know that behind the thick-rimmed glasses and the sweatshirt there is a handsome boy, better yet, attractive.

And you were attracted to him, something about his shy and unkempt personality gave you butterflies in your stomach.

Butterflies in stomach, that sounds so funny. But you can feel them every time you get close to him — which is practically every day, since they take the same course in college —. Like the time they were alone in the room while Jiyeon did more popcorn in the kitchen, your eyes never met but you knew he was watching you — too much.

But you weren't shy, not at all, you liked the attention he gave you. When his gaze goes down your body when you're all dressed up to go out with his sister, or when it lingers on your cleavage.He feels like a pervert for looking, and he feels dirty for the things he does afterwards but who cares; you wouldn't know anyway.

Or... would you?

Jisung's biggest fear was that you would find out that he liked you, or that you would find out worse things he had done to your image, nothing too strange, no, but you were his muse, the only one who had her face drawn by Jisung's skillful hands and how talented he was. every mark, mole, detail of her face he knew by heart.

But he still didn't know the details of her body.

Even though he already having seen you in a bikini other times is never enough to see the details, but don't take it to the perverted side, not at all, it's all in the name of art.

And even though he is trembling with shyness, he sends you a message in the middle of the night, hoping that you weren't awake, that way it would be easier for him to ask for what he had to ask for.

[sung ♡] - 03:58

you're awaken?

hope not

I want to ask something to you pls don't think this is strange, I'm literally afraid of your answer but I'll ask anyway

can I... paint you naked?

ik it's something really weird to ask but I need this for my art class you don't need to be completely naked tho

[you] - 04:00

sure little boy

what day??

In that moment he knew he's fucked up. you're awaken and answered him as quickly as possible. Oh gosh, he's about to freak out.

[sung ♡] - 04:03

tomorrow in the school studio?

it's more empty at 7pm

[you] - 04:04

lol u should stop calling college school but ok, ill be there

no makeup or ??

[sung ♡] - 04:04

no makeup plzz

😅

When you entered that studio, you could feel his desperation from afar. He greets you, a little shyly. His sweaty hands drying on his pants and his low voice give signs of this.

So pathetic and adorable, you liked that about him.

– Uhm... Shall we get started? Look, if you don't want to go all... hmm, you know, you can wear this cloth as a dress.– Jisung says as he arranges the materials.

– If I cover myself, you’ll miss the most interesting part of the painting. – You say laughing, Park can hear the sound of the zipper being lowered and can’t resist, he looks at you before it’s time. You really aren’t ashamed, you took off your light dress right there, in the middle of the studio but he would see you anyway, wouldn’t he? – I loved the cenary, I feel like I’m in a Michelangelo painting.

You settle into that burgundy couch, the gold accents matching your sunkissed skin. He can't help but notice, and he'll make a point of adorning you in gold on that painting. The white contrasts well with the burgundy, it's all very expensive, or so it should seem.

Jisung appreciates every curve, your enigmatic gaze and how beautiful you look in any lighting. He's enjoying every moment— and so are you.

By the end of the sketches, your body is already tense, you can see that Park's is too, so you suggest a break. It's already after eight when he finally decides to come out from behind that easel. Finally he stops and thinks, gosh, he's alone with his sister's best friend; he goes back to the same freaked out state he was in when you walked in there.

He doesn't say a word to you, he knows that if he did he would be exposing himself too much. But you insist on making him talk.

– So why me? Is a genuine question.

– W-what?

– Why you chose me, you know, to pose nude. – The comment makes the boy's cheeks burn.

– You know, I don't know many girls around here, and I don't think they'd trust me to pose... like that. – He avoids any eye contact with you, it's almost agonizing.

– So you think I trust you? – The smirk on your face is comic, he knows you're teasing him. - Cute.

He looks at you finally, stops and observes you more than art allows. – Are you hard, Ji? I can see it.

He mentally curses his easel for not covering him completely, but he can't help but feel his cock rise even more at your observation. – I can help you feel better, it looks painful.

And like the birth of Venus, he sees you get up from that couch, the fabric who barely is covering anything slides delicately to the floor, your bare feet approach him. Nervous, he doesn't move at all, he prefers that you lead.Your hands caress his hair, with false sympathy. – You can touch me, boy.

Jisung doesn't know what to do first, whether he would rather leave his hands on your waist or rest them on your ass. Either option would make you happy.

You kiss his face, making a trail down to his neck. You kiss his collarbone, slightly exposed by the button-down shirt he's wearing, avoiding his mouth for a moment because you know it will make him anxious.

– Please do this right. – He asks, his eyes closed waiting for something more.

You sit on his lap, his cock covered by the fabric of his pants right beneath you. A groan is heard in the room as you begin to move. The fabric causes a nice friction. The kiss is wet, noisy and with lots and lots of saliva. It seemed like you were waiting for it too. You don't stop moving for a moment, ending up staining the fabric with your fluids.

– Can I have you now, hm? Come on little boy, I want to play with you. – You ask, but he barely waits and already agrees, he wants to have you as soon as possible.

You stand up enough to be able to lower the zipper and release the hard, drooling member. You can't help but admire it, Jisung is big and you're going to make good use of his cock. You slowly sit on his lap, his cock being squeezed by you. – Damn, you're so... tight. – He doesn't fail to mention. You start to move up and down, the mixture of both of your fluids making it easier. His hands stop on your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you moan louder. – Oh shit!

The wet noises, the heavy breathing, their eager moans, you squeezing him tighter and tighter, everything contributed to you reaching the climax.

But he doesn't want to stop.

He picks you up, laying you down on the couch, he doesn't leave you yet and he makes a point of using you to reach his peak too. And then he starts fucking you, harder than you could imagine. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, his teeth nip at your neck. The grunt he lets out is a warning that he's cumming too.

– Sorry, I couldn’t get it out. – He apologizes for cumming inside, but you don’t care.

– It’s okay, little boy, I like that.

He makes a point of cleaning you up afterwards. He finishes the painting with much more energy now.

– If you win any award for this, I promise you'll have the best fuck of your life. – You whisper in his ear, as they look at your nude painting in the college exhibition.

Now Jisung can boast that he has more experience now (obviously in painting you).

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jisung smut request anon ik it's been a month but trust me it will be delivered!!!!!! dont give up from me!!!!! please im begging!!!!!!!

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I was kind of inactive but uh... let's talk about it. I was never attached to this person (I don't want to mention his name, it disgusts me), but I still felt sorry for the victim. Of course, I'm a woman, we take the pain of my companions as if it were my own and that said I will be disconnecting him and 127 (except markhyuck) from this blog.

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19:32 - mingyu

– Oh my God. – Mingyu looks at you silly, a little embarrassed. The dress he had bought fit your body perfectly. – Oh my, I think I'm going to have work tonight.

You smile at him, feeling pretty and happy that after so long you were finally going out to dinner together.

– So, how do I look? – You turn around to him, he makes a "nice" sign and gets closer to you. His big hands stop on your waist, the proximity allows him to quietly say "magnificent" to you.

– Let'sgo? If I stay alone with you in this room for another second, I won't answer for myself anymore.

for better imagination ;)

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my God, gringo writers have beefs here

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do we have some svt girlies around here?? 👀

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CASUAL DOMINANCE W/ MINGYU — sfw

buckling your seatbelt

"I can do it myself you know?" Looking at your boyfriend, he was lent over your seat, his hand on the seat buckle as he tried buckling you in.

"I know." He said, glancing up at you with a gentle smile on his face before returning to the task at hand. "But you don't have to."

You sighed, rolling your eyes however you were far from being annoyed. If anything, in some strange way — to be loved is to be considered and that is exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not a baby Mingyu." Your words held a bit of amusement to them, your boyfriend finally making eye contact with you after he safely secured your seatbelt.

"Well not exactly no." He shook his head, looking off for a bit as his thoughts wandered. "But you're my baby." He looked back at you, nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. It had you almost feeling as if you were falling in love all over again.

"I love you." You muttered out, planting a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He replied back before fastening his own seatbelt and reversing out of the driveway.

feeding you whenever you’re doing something

"Open."

Your lips parted at his words, eyes not moving from your laptop once as he shoveled a spoonful of food into your mouth. After much argument about how you needed to get your paper done and didn't have time to eat — Mingyu planted himself right next to you on the couch, deciding he would take it upon himself if you "didn't have the time."

As soon as you began to chew, your stomach betrayed you as it let out a loud grumble.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry." Mingyu asked, his eyes narrowing in at the side of your face.

You could feel him glaring at you, but you still refused to take your eyes off the keyboard. You meekly shrugged, not wanting to get scolded. "I lied."

Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head before scooping up another bite of food and holding it to your mouth as he spoke the same words yet again. "Open."

tying your shoes for you

"What are you doing?" You looked back at your boyfriend as you took notice of how he stopped in his tracks.

"C'mere." He said, grabbing at your waist to guide you to a nearby wall.

You two were taking a late afternoon stroll through downtown, the both of you deciding it would be nice to spend some quality time together and explore the new city his group was touring in. Everything was going smoothly as you two walked quietly next to each other, until he managed to take notice of something that you apparently hadn't yet.

Mingyu leant against the wall, bending his knee out and tapping at it. "Give me your foot."

"What?" You asked, still oblivious.

"Your shoe Y/n. It's untied."

Looking down at your feet, you finally noticed that the laces of your sneakers had managed to come undone. "Oh." You said before using his shoulder as something for balance as you placed your foot on his extended leg.

Mingyu began to tie the two strings together for you as you watched him with amusement. You let out a snort as you replayed the scene of his seriousness back in your head.

"What?" He asked, taking his eyes off the bow he was tying to look at you in question.

"Nothing." You responded, but gave in quickly as the thought became too amusing for you to keep to yourself. "I just thought it was funny how you're the clumsy one, but you seemed to be concerned about me when it comes to something as simple as my shoe laces coming undone."

Mingyu smiled as he finally finished off tying the laces, gently placing your leg back on the ground. "I will never not be concerned about you." He said, grabbing at your waist and pulling you in to kiss the side of your head. "Plus, you're always looking out for me, might as well return the favor right?"

You smiled up at him with eyes full of love to which he just couldn't resist the urge to kiss your lips as soon as it was in his line of vision.

"Right."

making you use your words

You were exhausted. It had overall been a terrible day from start to finish and as you got home and were finally able to get out of your uncomfortable work clothes, the weight off the world came crashing down on you.

The smell of the delicious dinner your boyfriend was cooking lingered in the air as you trudged your way down the hall and into the kitchen. You stood behind him, watching as he chopped away at the vegetables and occasionally stopped to stir the stew on the stove. When he turned around to grab something, you nearly gave him a heart attack as his hand flew to his chest due to shock.

"Y/n, what the hell."

You stared up at his tall figure from under the blanket you threw over your body as an attempt of comfort. "Hi." You said, your voice small.

Mingyu was rather quick to take attention to this, setting the spoon down on the counter and raising an eyebrow at you. "What's the matter baby?"

You shrugged, looking down and avoiding eye contact with him.

"Do you need something?" He asked again, lowering his head as he attempted to get your eyes back on him.

Once again, you shrugged. Although you did in fact need something after the terrible day you just had, you've always had a problem with voicing what you wanted and Mingyu knew this better than anyone — in fact, he knew exactly what you needed. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"You gotta use your words baby. I can't read your mind." His voice was soft as he gently tried to coax a verbal answer out of you.

Taking in a deep breath, you finally lifted your head to peer up at him. "A hug." You said so softly, he almost didn't hear you — but he knew.

His arms were quick to wrap around you as soon as the words left your mouth and you buried your head in his chest as you hid away from the rest of the world in them.

looking out for you when you’re drunk

"Y/n get down."

You looked at your boyfriend from your spot on the bar counter where you danced, mentally cursing at him for being able to handle his alcohol so well unlike you. You ignored his extended arm to assist you, instead singing along to the lyrics of the song that played as the rush of liquid courage got to your head.

"You're going to get hurt." He tried again, this time much more stern and insistent. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get down."

"No." You said stubbornly, a pout forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

Mingyu sighed, looking you dead in the eye for a few seconds before moving too fast for your drunken brain to process. In record time, you were swept off the bar counter and back on the floor. You attempted to swat him away after you were placed safely on the ground, however it was no use as his hand was quick to grab your wrist.

"Y/n." He sent you a warning glare.

You grumbled, muttering a pathetic apology before a smile spread across your face at the change of song and you forgot all about what was happening. "This is my jam!" You yelled out, running to the dance floor as Mingyu was too late to grab ahold of you before you could wander off.

You were going to be the death of him.

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I'm already planning the first socmed on this blog WHO ELSE CHEERED?