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[angel-writes-here]

Damn... now i kinda wanna submit!

Jeju Island

featuring: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: unprotected p in v, slapping, exhibitionism, cockwarming, slight dumbification...?, subspace. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.0k synopsis: you and seunghyun spend a quiet weekend away at a luxury spa resort on jeju, and your second day there you decide to enjoy lounging at the pool. from the unknowing viewer, you just look like you're cuddling and can't get enough of each other. in reality, most people would be scandalized at what was really happening beneath the rippling water. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was an anonymous request i received but somehow i lost the ask in my inbox and can't reply to it directly - i'm sorry about that! however, anon's selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Aqua Vino Bliss [Wine] — Choi Seunghyun [Water] — Pool [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Slapping & Exhibitionism) Masterlist

It had been the perfect day.  Warm, lazy, relaxing.  You and Seunghyun had checked into the luxury hotel two days ago, and planned to take every opportunity to soak in the sun and spend some quality time together.

The day before was spent in the resort’s five-star spa, both of you being pampered with facials and full body massages.  For someone who really couldn’t stand skinship, Seunghyun could hardly deny the true pleasure of a deep tissue massage to work out someone’s knotted muscles.  

Now, after a slow morning of waking up whenever you felt like it, room-service breakfast together on your private balcony, you both were immersed in the large, pristine blue pool overlooking the East China Sea.  

Soft, tropical music was being played through nearby speakers which melded perfectly with the hushed sound of waves crashing on the shore and the rustling of the palm trees overhead.

Despite the perfectly curated sounds that the resort had provided for ultimate relaxation, the only thing that Seunghyun could hear was the quiet whimpering from you.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Princess?”  His deep voice was low, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pulled you closely to his chest.  With a slow nod of your head, you breathed out, “...yes, yes Daddy.”

One of his large hands rested protectively on top of one of your thighs that was straddled over his lap, and his other was splayed out across your lower back, keeping you firmly in place.  

Lounged on an underwater chaise, Seunghyun’s long legs were stretched out before him, and his back was propped up against the rest behind.  You sat on top of him, your bikini-clad chest pressed up against his bare skin, and your cheek was resting gently on his shoulder.

To the unsuspecting passerby, you simply looked like two lovers enjoying each other’s company on a romantic vacation.  Some might suggest it looked like an extreme case of PDA, but most would just brush it off as an affectionate gesture.

Unbeknownst to literally every other person nearby, which really wasn’t all that close since the pool was massive, Seunghyun had pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, just enough to push his long, thick cock deep inside your pussy.  

He teasingly shifted his fingertips to tickle against your thighs, up the sides of your ribs and then soothingly up and down your honey toned back.  Turning his head, he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck before mumbling, “you’re being such a good girl for me, keeping me so warm and comfy inside you.”

You couldn’t help but moan quietly against his skin, and your inner walls involuntarily clenched tightly around him, buried so deep inside of you.  A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, licking gently at the place on your neck his lips had just touched.  “You love it when I praise you, huh?”

Without words, you sighed an affirmative noise, clenching around him once more.  Seunghyun’s flat hand traveled down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze before he lifted it just enough to let it come cracking back down against your ass cheek with the water rippling in its wake.  

The pain of the slap caused you to jolt, involuntarily rising up on your knees and his cock just an inch or so, but still enough for Seunghyun to tsk into your ear.  “Had to ruin it, didn’t you?”

“No, Daddy… no, look…” you murmured, sitting back enough to look at his face, sinking back down on his throbbing cock, the sensation overwhelming, feeling so, so, so completely full.  Another breathy moan, and “look, I’m being good for you.”

Seunghyun slowly shook his head disappointingly at you, and after taking mental note that not a single person was looking your way, he lifted that same open palm and let it come crashing against your cheek, the force moving your head to the side in its trajectory.

Instead of removing his hand after the slap, shifted it so his thumb sunk into the flesh of your opposite cheek and his palm now covered your mouth, essentially squishing your cheeks and making your lips pucker.  

Rather than trying to keen away from the harsh pain, your eyes rolled back and had he not kept your head in place, it would’ve tipped back as you let out a filthy moan, your pussy fluttering wantonly around his thick shaft.

“Careful Darling… if you make too much noise people might look.”  Giving your face a small shake, he turned your head just enough to inspect the red mark that started to bloom over your soft cheek.  Letting go of your face, he trailed his fingertips over the warm skin affectionately.  “You wouldn’t want anyone to know what a filthy girl you were, would you?”

Despite his harsh actions, and his punishments anytime you disobeyed him, you were completely drunk on anything and everything Seunghyun did to and for you.  You trusted him more than anyone else on the planet, and because of it, you were addicted to the feeling of submitting for him.

“Now… if you can stay still here on Daddy’s cock until the sun fully sets, I promise to make it worth your while.”  He cooed, lifting his hand to brush your long hair behind one ear, observing the oversensitized, almost dumbed-out expression on your face.  “Can you stay still like a good little girl?”

You nodded your head once more, eyes glassy, lips parted in a quiet moan, your hands gripping onto his shoulders.  “Y-yes, Daddy.”

Resting his hand on the back of your head, he pressed a lingering kiss against your forehead before coaxing you to rest your cheek back on his shoulder, facing the edge of the infinity pool and the sparkling sea beyond.  Your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and you relaxed against him, ass and cheek still tingling from his assault, but still feeling like the most cherished girl in the world.

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[angel-writes-here]

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[angel-writes-here]

I um- yeah that was amazing🫠🫠🫠

Such a Good Girl

featuring: jackson wang x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: somnophilia, fingering (f receiving), overstim, oral (f receiving), praise, degradation, slight dubcon. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.9k synopsis: jackson came home late from an event and found you passed out in bed. and you looked fucking delicious. so, he decided he needed a taste and figured you might not mind if he helped himself to your sleeping beautiful body. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my darlin follower @delightfulstay, whose selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Black & Tonic [Hennessy] — Jackson Wang [Tonic] — Someone's Apartment [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Dirty Talk - Degradation/Praise) Masterlist

The work event Jackson had been at this evening ran later than expected.  So late that he texted you earlier to tell you not to wait up for him.  And just as he anticipated, by the time he finally got home to your shared apartment he found you completely passed out in bed.

At first, a small smirk presented itself on his lips as he took in your figure, sprawled out across the king sized bed, bedside light still on and your book still open with your fingers acting as a makeshift bookmark.  

However, when Jackson finally registered your tight white tee and soft, cotton, white booty shorts hugging your ass so perfectly, he groaned quietly in the back of his throat.  His shoes had already been deposited by the front door, so he carefully padded over to the spare chair in the room and pulled off his jacket and shirt, and finally removed his jeans, leaving him in his black boxer-briefs.

Creeping over to the bed behind you, he knelt down on the white comforter and hovered over you, eyes hungrily dragging from your peaceful face, down over all of your perfect curves and to the plush soft skin on the back of your thighs, right below the swell of your ass.

Leaning down a little, Jackson lowered his mouth to your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your exposed legs, careful to not wake you.  In the back of his mind, he knew he was acting a little pervy - thirsting over his sexy girlfriend sleeping so angelic before him, but the idea of touching your soft skin was far too tempting.

At the feeling of his little kisses, you stirred, stretching one of your legs a little more to inadvertently provide him better access to the area he so desperately wanted.  Jackson froze as you settled again, and when his eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs and the strip of white fabric that was the only thing between him and your cunt, he lost his resolve.

Dropping down to his stomach, leaning on his elbows between your widespread legs, Jackson shifted to bring his face right to the center of your panties and bumped his nose over the fabric, moaning again at your aroma.  Lifting his view, he could see the side of your face, still peacefully asleep, and extended the tip of his tongue, dragging a long stripe up the expanse of cotton against you.  

He paused, waiting to any sort of reaction from you, and when he noted that you still hadn’t moved, he licked you again - this time adding a bit more pressure as a small wet spot of your arousal became apparent, adding an almost sheer quality to them.  “Fuck…” he mumbled quietly.

Deciding he wanted more of the real thing, he hooked two of his fingers into the side of your panties and exposed your bare pussy to him and the cool air of the room.  Leaning back in, Jackson drug the tip of his tongue through your folds, up to your perfect little clit and then down to your entrance.  Desperate for a better taste fo you, Jackson’s tongue slipped past your folds and deep into your pussy, humming against your skin in enjoyment.

Finally with the assault of his tongue, you twitched, waking with a soft moan before you realized what was happening.  The wet sounds of him licking you like a man starved against your pussy caused your eyes to blink open and you shifted, about to turn over and look down to what was happening.

As Jackson noticed your hips attempting to roll over and onto your back, both of his strong hands gripped your hips and held you in place, groaning into your pussy disappointingly.  

“Nnngh, Jacks… Jacks, what are you doing?”  You mumbled, still trying to wake up though the feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out of your cunt, then over your sensitive skin and up to your clit made your eyes flutter shut once again.

“Eating, Baby.  Be a good girl and don’t move.”  His words were husky and muffled against you.  “Just looked so fucking juicy… needed a taste.”  Your skin and juices were intoxicating, and as he shifted on his stomach he couldn’t help but rut into the mattress, his cock hard from just this alone.

“Fuck, feels good…” you cooed, fingertips stretching out on the sheet below you as you settled into the feeling.

Jackson dug his face further against you, unable to get enough of the sweet noises you made and the quickly growing slick coating your flesh, his tongue swirling expertly all over you in an attempt to not let any of you go to waste.  “Shit, you’re getting so fucking wet for me… give it all to me, Mama.  I want it all,” he mumbled before rubbing his nose against your clit, his lips suckling on part of your sensitive skin.

Instinctively your hips started to roll against his face, the sensations were so good and you wanted more.  Feeling you start to rock against him, Jackson lifted one of his hands and his palm came smacking down on your bare ass, the crack echoed through the room.  “I told you to stay still… don’t make me tell you again.”  

The slap of his hand caused your back to arch and a lewd moan slip past your lips, eyes squinting shut at the sting that lingered.  “Sorry Jacks… just, just feels too good…”

“Then let me take care of you baby,” Jackson mumbled, pulling back just enough to drag one of his fingers through the soaked arousal coating your pussy, then another, toying with you before both fingers rested just against your opening.  He could feel you take a breath, knowing what was coming, but as he pressed both fingers down, your pussy walls sucked both digits in, allowing him to easily slide them all the way in with zero resistance and a low moan from you.

Slowly, he drug both fingers out of you entirely again, and watched your muscles clench at nothing.  “Fuck, your pussy looks so hungry baby, maybe she wants three tonight?”  He mused, eyes affixed to your cunt before he pushed his fingers back inside your warmth, you whimpering at the relief of finally having something to clench around.

Jackson expertly thrusted his fingers in and out of you at the perfect tempo for our five time, curling them just right to make you tense beneath his touch.  “This pretty pussy… gonna stuff her full, give her everything…” he mumbled, still mostly to himself rather than you.

Both of his fingers were removed from you again, and now, he brought his index finger to join his middle and ring fingers, desperate to see if you could take all three.  “Let me have it baby…” he said, fingertips now pressing just inside your slick walls.  You cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pressure, the stretch feeling foreign.  As his pushed them further, up to the first knuckle, he exhaled, mesmerized by the image of him disappearing into you.

You whined longer this time, spreading your legs even more as if it would help provide more space, inadvertently rolling your hips again.  As you moved, Jackson took his free hand again and smacked hard down onto your opposite ass cheek, digging his fingertips into your plump cheek.  “I said don’t fucking move…”

Attempting to open your eyes, you looked down at him and sobbed out quietly “s’too much Jacks… too much.”

Shifting his eyes to look up at yours, he gave you the most mockingly empathetic look, and tried to hush your cries.  “Shhh… just a little bit more,” he groaned, pushing his fingers in even further as your eyes pinched shut again.  “I know my good girl can take it.”

Your fingertips dug into the sheets below, and you took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as the stretch from inside was overwhelming, but like he warned… you took it.  Once Jackson’s fingers met the resistance of his hand, you exhaled the breath you were holding and squeezed around his fingers.  “My gooooood girl….” he praised, leaving his fingers still as you adjusted to the sensation, a few tears pricking at your lash line.

“I knew your cunt could take it,” he cooed, slowly starting to pull his fingers back out, only to slam them back all the way in again, a low, pleased chuckle rumbling out of him.  “God your pussy looks sooo fucking pretty like this,” he mumbled just before ducking his head back down to drag his flat tongue against your folds once more.

As you finally started to get accustomed to the feeling of being so full, the stretch no longer was painful, and now just felt sinful.  Jackson’s fingers found the perfect rhythm, fucking in and out of your squelching pussy while his tongue flicked against your clit, causing you to emit a broken moan.  

Rotating his wrist, Jackson’s fingers shifted their angle so he could curl the tips to press against the perfect, soft, spongy spot inside your cunt and you cried out at the pressure.  “Shitshitshit, fuck…”  

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he roughly mumbled against your pussy, “be my perfect little slut and just take it like I know you can.”  You moaned filthily, one of your hands moving behind you, scrambling to make contact with Jackson’s head.  Finally finding him, you curled your fingertips in his hair and pushed his face further into the apex of your thighs.

“Eager, greedy little slut,” he laughed, the sensation vibrating right against your clit before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and began sucking lewdly, wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room.  

“Fuck Jacks… I’m.. I’m gonna cuumm…” you moaned, pressing your face into the bedding below, your toes curling at the intensity of all of it.  

Hearing your warning, Jackson doubled down his efforts, the pressure from his fingertips against your inner walls increased and he sucked and licked at your cunt feverishly, moaning darkly as he continued to rock his hips and hard on into the bedding below.  Shit, he was so hard that he thought he might’ve been able to cum from just your taste and sounds alone.

“Cum all over my fucking face, just soak me,” he demanded, tongue licking at you with determination, not going to be satisfied until you violently came apart for him.  

You started to rock your hips involuntarily, fucking his face, and your pussy walls clamped down around his fingers so tightly that he struggled to move them as your climax ripped through your body.  Moaning out pornographically, you ground your hips against him, and Jackson’s fingers continued to try to fuck you through your orgasm, and his tongue was relentless, not slowing down for even a second.

Your climax felt like it lasted forever, and you broke out in a breathless cry, muscles finally attempting to relax as the waves of the aftershocks kept rolling through you.  “I’m still.. fucking.. cumming…” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks at the overstimulation, Jackson still not slowing down.

He felt your body twitching, and Jackson growled into you, giving one last wet lick and kiss to your clit, fingers still buried to the hilt deep inside you.  Lifting his head, he looked up at your darkly, eyes hooded and his lower face just drenched with your slick.  “Fucking delicious…”

Your muscles kept twitching involuntarily around him, and you peered down at him, trying to catch your breath.  “Was… was intense,” you breathed out.

“Good… ‘cause we’re going for round two, I’m not even fucking close to being done with you.”

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Sometimes it feels like you've lived your whole life in a house that's always a little bit on fire. Like it's usually just in one room and you make sure to wet the walls around it so it doesn't spread and that usually works. You were expected to take more responsibility over fire containment when you were like seven because it's not like you can expect your parents to always be 100% on guard about making sure the whole house doesn't catch fire, and you figure that's just how things are like.

And sometimes as a kid you visit your friends' homes and some of then whisper to you - grimacing with embarrassment - about how they're not supposed to tell anyone this, but there's a whole room in their house that's currently on fire. And you're like yeah it's ok I'm not supposed to tell people about the way our house is a little bit on fire all the time, too. And then you visit some other friend's house and there's no trace of fire anywhere, and you think "wow, these people are really good at hiding their house fire."

And one day you show up to work like "hey sorry I'm late, I forgot to wet the walls before going to bed last night and my whole house burned down", and you're startled by the way people react, acting like that must be the worst thing that has ever happened to you. And you're just like "chill, it's been years since the last time this happened, and it wasn't even that bad this time", and that just makes people more shocked, acting like that's the weirdest and most concerning thing they've ever heard anyone say, which only confuses you more.

And then someone tries to explain to you that people aren't supposed to have an ongoing house fire. Most people actually never experience a house fire in their lives. Like not even once. Not even a little bit. The normal amount of having your house be currently on fire is zero.

[angel-writes-here]

[angel-writes-here]

I… I’m becoming so weak for this man. 🫠

[angel-writes-here]

FUCK🥵🥵🥵

you do somethin' (to me)

featuring: kwon jiyong x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: fingering, oral (f. receiving), mild sensory deprivation, soft dom!jiyong, praise and usage of 'daddy'. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.8k (i swear one of these days i'll learn how to write an actual drabble lol) synopsis: while mindlessly scrolling socials after ji's concert one day, you spot a fancam image of him playing with the ties of his shirt in a rather provocative manner. pulling it through his fingers and then... pretending it was a blindfold?? after a quick text from you, he gets a devious idea and plans to take care of his girl the best way he knows how. note: this is my first time attempting a smau/fake text, and writing for jiyong, so be gentle please - sorry if he's at all ooc! also part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my sweet anon 🍵, whose selection is listed below, and was inspired by THIS FIT and move (about 35 sec in) during his Macau Day 3 performance. enjoy! thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - TNT (Tequila & Tonic) [Tequila] — Kwon Jiyong [Tonic] — Apartment [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Blindfold) Masterlist

Jiyong was nothing if not a man of his word.  Knowing this fact all too well, you smirked when his last message came across the screen of your phone.  From your spot on the couch, Zoa curled up beside you, you looked around your shared apartment and silently took mental notes of what you wanted to do before his return home the next day.

When tomorrow finally came, Jiyong turned his key into the front door lock and pushed it open, stepping inside.  “Aein!,” he called out, kicking his shoes off, pulling his suitcase in behind himself.

The first greeting he received came in the form of a chirp, Iye hopping off of the back of the couch to curl herself around Ji’s legs.  Bending down, he scratched behind her ears as you came into the room.  

“And here I was thinking you were calling for me…” you teased, slowly walking up to him as he lifted his head hearing your voice.  A dark smirk crept over his face as he stood back up, sizing you up and down.  

“Shut up and kiss me,” he replied, closing the distance between you before he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to press his lips against yours.  

Mumbling a quiet laugh against his lips, you fluttered your eyes shut and leaned into his embrace.  “Yes Sir.”

Jiyong playfully grunted at your response before angling his head to the side and parted his lips slightly, effectively deepening the kiss with a low moan.

Your arms lifted to drape around his shoulders while you followed his lead, unhurriedly savoring his touch once again.

Dropping one of his arms from your waist, he dug into his back pocket, retrieving something you couldn’t yet see.  Breaking your kiss, Ji leaned back to look down into your eyes, a devious look lingering in his.  “You trust me, right?”

Blinking your eyes open, you lifted an eyebrow curiously, unsure of where this was headed.  “Of course I do…”

“Good,” he stated, placing a brief kiss on your forehead.  “Now close your eyes.”

“...oh..kay…” you hesitated, slowly closing your eyes again.  

The next thing you felt was the cold, silken material brushing across your face, now resting over your eyes and a slight tug at the fabric once he had tied it securely at the back of your head.  Instinctively, you tried to open your eyes but met nothing other than thick, opaque black.  

And then it dawned on you.

“Seemed like someone really liked the idea of being blindfolded,” Jiyong whispered, his wet lips brushing against the shell of your ear before exhaling a burst of warm air against your skin.  “Couldn’t let my good girl down now could I?”

Your lips parted with a crooked smile on your face.  “Ji…” 

Making a disappointed tsking sound close to your ear again, he reached down behind you and with an open palm, harshly smacked your ass, causing you to jump and lean into him.  “You know better than that…” he mumbled, dragging his lips against the curve of your jaw.  “What’s my name?”

Heat flushed your cheeks and you yelped with the sting of his hand through your lounge shorts.  “Daddy.  Sorry, Daddy…” 

“That’s my girl,” he praised just before bending down slightly to reach behind your thighs, lifting you from where you stood with you draped over one of his shoulders.  A short laugh slipped past your lips in surprise, but did your best to stay still as he carried you into your shared bedroom with purpose.

Moments later, he tossed you back onto the king sized bed, causing you to lightly bounce against the mattress before settling.  Not giving you much time to relax, he grabbed the back of your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, feet now planted on the ground below you.

With one of his hands, he placed it firmly against your chest and pushed you back to lay flat.  Once he had you where he wanted you, without wasting another moment, he dropped to his knees and skimmed both hands up the outside of your thighs.  

As his fingertips reached the waistband of your shorts, Jiyong slowly pushed the fabric of your t-shirt up over your hips and stomach.  Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss just below your navel, and then littered them across to one hip before returning to center and kissing his way to your opposite hip.

The wet trail he left in his wake cooled when the air in the room touched it, causing a small shudder to course down your spine, and your skin to erupt in goosebumps at the sensation.  Watching you react to even just that small gesture encouraged him even more to take care of you.

Hooking his index fingers into the waistband of your shorts, he began pulling them down, laughing darkly once he recognized you had no panties underneath.  “Eager, Baby?”  He teased, pulling the fabric down your legs and tossing it haphazardly to the side.  You blushed at his accusation, and you chose not to reply as he pushed your legs open.

Now with you fully exposed to him, he sucked in a breath at the sight before him.  Already wet for him, he groaned, bringing the tip of one of his fingers to tap on your clit once, your body jerking beneath him.  “Ah ah… stay still,” he warned.

Bringing his pointer finger to join his middle, they simultaneously began feather-lightly tracing your outer lips, appreciating the silkiness of your soft skin.  “So pretty like this… spread out for me…” he mused, using those same fingers now to spread you further apart, allowing him a better view of your pussy and those inner walls pulsing, looking for something to clench around.

“Fuck… look at that… you miss me while I was gone Baby?”  Still, he hadn’t come any closer other than to stare directly into your most sensitive parts, hungrily.  

“Yes Daddy,” you exhaled, “always.”

Finally, approvingly, Jiyong leaned in, his tongue extending flat as he drug a long stripe up along your pussy, groaning into your pink skin.  Your body instinctively tensed below him, a soft moan slipping past your lips.

He had intended to take his time, savor your sweet taste, but the moment he had your familiar slick coating his tongue, he groaned helplessly and brought the tip of his tongue to roughly flick against your clit.  Wrapping his full lips around your sensitive bud, he began suckling relentlessly, simply addicted to the flavor of you and the sweet noises you made.

“Oh my God… ffffuuuhh…” you whimpered, legs bending at the knees with his assault against you.  Your hands began grasping for something to hold on to, one landing on his shoulder and the other the top of his head, fingers carding through his soft pink hair.

Shifting one of his hands to smack the inside of one of your thighs sharply, he mumbled roughly against your cunt “I told you to stay still.”  

Whining at the sting, you scraped your fingers against his scalp, a tear threatening to spill from your lash line beneath the blindfold.  “I..I’m sorry Daddy.  Feels so good…”  

“I know, Baby,” he said, licking once more against your entire pussy, causing another shiver to roll through you.  “Promised I’d make you feel so good.”

Desperately, you nodded your head, and the hand that was previously on his shoulder fell to the bed beside you.  Just before you were about to open your mouth and beg for more, Ji brought his free hand up to his mouth, lewdly sucking two of his fingers to get them wet before teasing your entrance.  With no other warning, he slowly pushed them both in simultaneously.

A loud moan fell from your lips and you arched your back from the sensation of his long digits filling you so well.  “Fuck Daddy,” you exhaled, just as he moved his hand in a new direction, allowing those same fingers to curl inside you at the perfect angle to make you cry out.

Jiyong’s lips wrapped back around your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against you roughly before he started suckling again.  Your hand now on the bed grasped frantically at the fabric below, fingers digging into the comforter, trying to find something to hold onto as your boyfriend’s mouth made a mess of you.

His lips and tongue began moving obscenely, slurping and sucking at your juices, shaking his nose and lips against your sensitive skin first up and down and then in a side to side motion.  All you could do at this point was lay there and take it.

Switching his fingers from an in and out motion, thrusting into your twitching inner walls, they now curled to the perfect spot, soft and spongy, and just far enough inside of you to make your vision go white and exhale a filthy, loud moan.

“Shitshitshit, fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum…” you cried, breath catching in a broken moan as your fingers gripped harder at his hair and the bedding below, desperately trying to ground yourself in any way you could.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum all over Daddy’s face, let me feel all of it,” Ji said against your pussy, the pressure of his fingertips pressing into you at the perfect pace. With two last long flicks of his tongue against your clit, you broke.  

Back arching, fingers digging into his scalp hard enough to break skin, toes curling, muscles tensing.  Jiyong sucked, kissed, licked and fingered you relentlessly through your entire release, prolonging it as long as he could, utterly addicted to the way you fell apart for only him.

Finally, you slumped back against the mattress with a sob, your chest heaving in a mixture of trying to catch your breath and feeling so overwhelmed.  Ji’s fingers slowed their pace, barely moving in and out of your pulsating pussy, trying to help bring you back down.  He placed soft, lingering kisses against your clit, outer lips, pubic bone, and down the top of both of your inner thighs.  

Once he felt your breath calming, and your body relaxing under his touch, he removed his hand from you and rubbed both of his hands soothingly against your inner thighs.  Sitting up higher on his knees, he leaned over your reclined frame and reached for the back of the blindfold, untying the fabric and releasing it from your face.  

With your tear-filled eyes blinking open to find his own now much softer expression, you laughed lazily, reaching for one of his hands to grasp within yours.  “Thank you…” you mumbled as he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over you, his mouth and chin still wet with your slick. 

Leaning up, you kissed him desperately, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, both arms reaching up to pull him flush against you.

Jiyong leaned back, and kissed your jawline softly before he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, laying on top of you in a warm embrace.  “Thank you for trusting me and always being mine.”

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She's baaaaaack

hii ❤︎ g-dragon x model reader x t.o.p fic comin up !! (love triangle : lots of angst , playerboy gd & yearner t.o.p 🤭) im super super happy to be participating in this , i can’t shut up about it lmaoaoaoa . i hope i deliver up to the expectations 🫡stay tuned for the upload on june 23rddddd. hopefully) do tell if you’d like to be added to the tag list 🥹🌹 everyone is welcome ! mwah mwah ❤︎

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MY DREAM! YOU GAVE IT LIFE! THANK YOU SM I LOVED IT!!!

Winter Wonderland

featuring: han jisung x fem!reader warnings: swearing, smut: fingering, unprotected p in v, public sex. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.0k (i swear one of these days i'll learn how to write an actual drabble lol) synopsis: han takes you on vacation to celebrate your one year anniversary to your dream destination. who knew that the snow and cold air would make him that frisky? note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my lovely sister wife @angel-writes-here, whose selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Rum Sunset Cocktail [Rum] — Han Jisung [Orange Juice] — Vacation [Cherry & Citrus Rind] — Quirk (Constantly Sticks Tongue Out) & Kink (Praise/Temperature Play) Masterlist

There wasn’t much that Han wouldn’t do for you. Including flying halfway around the world to celebrate your one year anniversary in the middle of nowhere. But the moment you mentioned that your dream vacation would be to see the Northern Lights, he was determined to make that happen for you.

Having finally arrived at your remote, luxury resort in northern Finland, Han stopped just short of your private igloo, clutching your bags between his two hands. You were a few steps ahead with the key, moving to unlock the door when you noticed that he had stopped following you.

Turning to look over your shoulder, a small smirk crossed your lips as you watched Han close his eyes and tip his head back up towards the heavens. There was nothing but silence surrounding you and the snowy landscape. Taking the quiet moment for himself as the snow started to lightly flutter around you both, he extended the tip of his tongue and laughed quietly when an errant snowflake or two landed, and melted, against him.

“You and that tongue,” you giggled, shaking your head at him teasingly. Blinking his eyes open, he lowered his head to look at you with a light blush on his cheeks. “What! You love my tongue…”

“I do… now c’mon inside with those before I make you put that tongue to good use.” Turning back around, you inserted the key into the front door of your igloo and opened it, allowing Han to follow you inside. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he muttered, looking up at you bashfully under his eyelashes.

About an hour later, you had both unpacked your travel items and had slipped on your swimwear to take a relaxing dip in the warm hot tub. Shuffling over to it side by side, wrapped tightly in your respective fluffy robes and snow boots, you paused long enough to bend down and grab a handful of snow, balling it up between your bare hands before you chucked it at the back of your boyfriend’s head.

“Aish!!” He yelped, his infamous stunned expression all over his face apparent as he turned around to see you with a faux innocent smile as you crept up to him. “You freaking trouble-maker…” he teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

With another giggle, you poked his side and stepped up to the side of the hot tub. “Told you to be careful with that lil tongue, Sir!” You warned, slipping off your boots and dropping your robe onto the half-wall nearby. Tugging your white beanie down over your ears again, you tip-toed to the side of the tub.

Rubbing your arms up and down your now exposed skin, you began bouncing on the tips of your toes as the cold air began to sink in and you climbed into the hot water with a hiss of shock, then relief. Finding the button on the edge of the tub, you pressed it and smiled once the noisy bubbles started to erupt from the jets below.

Han however was less ceremonious with his stripping, making extremely quick work of shrugging off the robe and stepping out of his snow boots before he nearly launched himself into the warm water. “Ahhh… I can’t believe this is your idea of a good time! It’s f-f-freezing out here!” He fake-complained, lowering himself down past his shoulders into the scalding water.

Scooting over closer to him, you guided him to the built-in seat behind him and then promptly sat down beside him, turning to drape your legs over his lap. “But it’s perfect for snuggling up…” you mumbled, nuzzling the tip of your red, icy cold nose against the warmth of the side of his neck.

He tilted his head down to rest against the top of yours, his arms wrapping around you as best he could. “I guess I do like snuggling…”

Han, always the playful one, allowed his hands to start roaming your now water-smooth body resting against his. While initially they were careful and innocent, they quickly became more adventurous, with his fingers sneaking under the hem of your bathing suit bottoms, his fingertips teasing the soft skin of your ass.

Lifting your eyes to meet his, you gently poked him in the ribs. “Cheeky…”

“Whaaat?” he asked, giving you his best doe eyes. “I can’t help it that you feel so soft and I have you all to myself…” he mumbled, turning to nuzzle into your neck, placing a few soft kisses along your skin.

“Hannie, someone might see…” you whispered as he moved his hand around the side of your thigh to tickle the fabric covering your core. “Let ‘em,” he murmured against your neck.

Seconds later, his fingertips moved past the front of your suit and two fingers began to caress your silken folds, eliciting a quiet moan from you. Han moved his free hand to the side of your face, guiding his lips to melt against your own in a heated kiss.

Now with your mouth busy and unable to protest, Han took the opportunity to drag the same two fingers to your entrance, and slowly began thrusting them inside your pussy. Sucking in an inhale, you subconsciously rocked your hips against his skilled hand, chasing that exquisite feeling.

Han used his free hand to guide you onto his lap, lips and tongue now tangling together through an open mouth kiss. With you firmly perched upon his thighs and his fingers working their magic within you, his lips began trailing a path down your cheek, the column of your throat, and now dotting kisses against your collarbone.

The further out of the water you were, the more your skin was exposed to the freezing temperatures outside, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The contrast of the heat from below your waist and the cold above, your body was delightfully confused with how to regulate.

Han’s free hand snaked up to the top of your swimsuit, and gently tugged the neck line under one of your breasts, your now bare nipple standing pertly erect outside in the cold. His hand moved to cover as much of your soft skin as he could, his palm rubbing against your sensitive flesh, which caused a soft moan from you.

“Fuck, I love those little noises that you make for me.” Placing a few more random kisses against your collarbone, he slowly trailed the tip of his tongue down over the curve of your breast before he removed his hand and flicked it over your nipple, causing you to arch further against him, and your inner walls to clench tighter around his fingers still inside you.

“Hannie,” you whimpered, rocking your hips faster against his hand which was now resting over the top of his growing arousal. He tipped his head back to look at your face, lips apart, eyebrows pinched together in pleasure, and he couldn’t help but stare at you in amazement. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled. “Perfect and beautiful.”

The snow started to come down a little harder, blanketing everything around you in another layer of crisp white, and only enhanced the image of the steam rising from the hot tub you were tangled in.

Han tipped his head back to look up towards the skies once more, and extended his tongue, catching a few snowflakes on it before he lowered his mouth back down to your nipple. The icy cold drops of snow against your pebbled flesh were enough to cause you to cry out softly in surprise and lust.

He could feel your inner walls tensing around his fingers as you continue to fuck yourself against his hand, encouraging him only to nibble gently on your pert nub, and lightly tug at the sensitive flesh between his teeth.

“Fuck baby,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, “feel so good, but I want you. I want you so bad.”

Han groaned deeply at your words, and simultaneously encouraged you further up on your knees, so he could start to tug the top of his swim trunks down, and replied in incomplete sentences with phrases like “anything my perfect girl wants,” and “fuck yes, let me die in your pussy”, and “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Finally, with his erection exposed to the hot water and bubbles, he held your swim bottoms to the side and helped lower your soft entrance to the tip of his cock. The moment he moved both palms to your hips and began pushing you down on top of him you both inhaled a sharp breath, adjusting to the sensation.

“Oh fuck… God, I love this feeling… don’t ever move baby, let’s just stay like this forever,” he whimpered, mumbling his words against your neck.

Wrapping your arms tighter around him, you felt your inner walls pulse around his cock, savoring the exquisite feeling of being so full. Han felt you flutter around him, and his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, trying to gain some control or sense of being grounded in the moment.

“Shit, careful… careful baby, keep doing that and I won’t last…” he mumbled, fingers gripping you tighter to start slowly bouncing up and down on his cock. The drag of his veiny flesh in and out of you was almost too much to bear, still sensitive from his fingers previously working their magic inside of you.

“Feel so good,” you whimpered, rocking your hips back-and-forth as he continued to help move you up and down on top of him. “Please,” you breathed. “Faster… harder…”

Han needed no more encouragement from you before he started more forcefully fucking himself up into you and slamming your hips back down on top of him. “Whatever my baby wants,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, “anything, fucking anything for this perfect pussy.”

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum,” you whispered, tucking your head against his as he continued to drive the pace, bubbled water sloshing around you.

“Shit, yes baby, cum with me… let me make you feel so good, cum my beautiful girl.”

With only those simple few words, your inner walls tightened impossibly around him, your muscles tensed up, fingertips gripping into his shoulders as you felt your release wash through your entire body.

Han gasped for air as you fell apart on top of him, and seconds later held your hips down on top of his as he coated your insides white with his own release, breathing heavily against your shoulder.

While you felt your muscles relax, and you leaned limply in his arms, trying to control your breathing as he placed soft kisses against your temple, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back. “You ok baby?”

Leaning back to look at him with a sleepy smile, you nodded your head once and mumbled “never better,” before giving him a soft, sweet, chaste kiss.

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Later that night, you were curled up together underneath the heavy down blankets and pelts of faux fur on the soft king sized bed beneath the curved windows, exposing your temporary lodgings to the massive dark sky.

Han was laying on his back, head propped up slightly by pillows and you had your head on his chest, gazing past the glass barrier with a look of pure wonder and amazement as the vibrant shades of blue, green and purple flashed erratically across the sky.

Reaching for your hand under the blankets, he clasped his fingers within yours and brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing each one with soft, gentle kisses. “I love you…” he whispered against your hand.

Tilting your head to shift your focus up at his face, you smiled up at him, lost in his deep, expressive brown eyes. “I love you too Hannie…”

With a heavy, contented sigh, he hugged you closer to him, both of you shifting your eyes to look back up at one of nature’s most incredible wonders. “Guess seeing you this happy is worth not being able to feel my toes anymore…”

“Big baby…” you giggled, using your sock-clad feet to begin rubbing at his toes in an attempt to warm them up.

“Your big baby. All yours.”

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I still can't believe it. He's going to release his solo album. This year is T.O.P's year🥺

I am very excited.❤️‍🔥🫰🏼🎵

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Y'all im crying🤣

People be posting K-pop idols with the caption “omg FASHION” when half the time the idol in question is dressed like a cartoon Batman villain. For example:

“With my freez-o ray you’ll never defeat me Batman!”

“I’ve trapped the entire city in roses! Valentine’s Day is canceled- forever!”

“We’ve kidnapped the zoo’s lions and trained them to do our bidding, Cats out of the bag Gotham!”

“With my team we’ve stolen all the color in the world! Let this be a lesson, don’t mess with the Rainbow Bandits!”

[angel-writes-here]

🥵🎬💐💐💐

lights, camera, action

featuring: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader warnings: swearing, SMUT: fingering (f. receiving), degradation, light bondage, public interactions. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.4k (ya, i know drabbles are 1k or less, i couldn't help myself...) synopsis: seunghyun takes his girlfriend on a date to see one of his favorite, vintage foreign french films. she has zero interest in the movie, but finds him so much more interesting to look at. slightly frustrated with her stubbornness, seunghyun decides to tame his brat the best way he knows how. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my lovely anon reader🦎, whose selection is listed below. not yet proofread, so please forgive any errors - i'll try to edit them asap. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Cabernet Cran Sangria [Wine] — Choi Seunghyun [Cranberry Juice] — Movie Theater [Citrus Rind] — Kinks (blindfolds, restraints, degradation) Masterlist

“You’re really starting to aggravate me,” Seunghyun teased, reaching towards your hand nearest him, lacing his fingers between yours.  

“Oh yeah?”  You questioned, a devious grin curling over your lips as you turned up to peer at his face.  “Can’t stand it when I compliment you still, huh?”

He merely shifted his eyes towards you, smirking as he brought his cigarette up to his lips between fingers of his opposite hand.  Simply offering you a wink, he continued leading you down the sidewalk towards the movie theater.

Just out front of the cinema’s entrance, he stubbed out his cigarette and dropped it in a nearby trash can before pulling the door open for you.  

With a light shrug of your shoulders, you stepped inside and spoke again matter-of-factly.  “Not my fault my boyfriend’s got a jaw that can cut glass and looks sexy when he drinks.”

Dropping his head, Seunghyun chuckled to himself as he placed a hand on your lower back and guided you inside.  A few minutes later after a stop for two sodas at the concessions stand, you walked into theater number seven and glanced back down at the paper stub in your hand.  “Remind me what we’re seeing again?  Les… Enfants du Paradis?”

Hearing you butcher the classic French film’s title, he groaned and nodded his head towards the staircase.  “Back row, and yes.  Children of Paradise.”  Taking his hint, you started up the stairs, speaking only loud enough for him to hear.  “Remind me why I let you drag me to these weird foreign films?”

Seunghyun did his very best to not stare at your ass as you walked up the stairs in front of him, but between the short hemline of your dress and the swaying of your hips he couldn’t help himself.  Finally at the top, he guided you to the appropriately assigned seats and held his hand out to you to have you sit first.  Sinking into his own seat, he looked over at you to reply.  “Because you love me and I am trying to broaden your horizons by introducing you to cinematic art.”

“Man, you are so lucky to have such an open-minded girlfriend,” you sighed heavily, keeping eye contact with him as you took a sip out of the straw in your cup, obviously still teasing him.

“The luckiest,” Seunghyun said, lifting the arm rest between the two of you to wrap his arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss to your temple before you leaned back into him comfortably as the lights in the theater dimmed.

As the opening credits of the movie started to roll, both of you focused your attention on the big screen, however you were well aware of the fact that subtitled movies were not your thing.  You’d tried for his sake, but classic black and white films in foreign languages wasn’t your idea of a good time.

About fifteen minutes in, you could already feel your mind start to wander.  And it didn’t exactly help that Seunghyun seemed to be thirsty.  Each time he took a sip of his soda, you couldn’t help but turn your head slightly and watch his Adam’s apple bob each time he swallowed.  

By the third time this happened, he glanced down at you out of the corner of his eye and lifted his arm around your shoulders, placed his hand on top of your head, and ‘forcefully’ turned your head back towards the screen.  With a quiet giggle, you looked back towards the movie.  

The next time he caught you watching his throat again, he leaned in towards you and whispered against the shell of your ear.  “You better knock it off and watch the movie, Princess.”  The deep timbre of his voice caused a small shiver to run down your spine, and you kept your eyes on his face - challenging him.  

“And if I don’t…?”  you whispered in reply.

“Test me,” he replied quietly, turning his attention back to the movie screen.

You decided to behave.  For the time being.  But, less than 5 minutes later, you really couldn’t give a shit about the plot of the movie and you not so subtly looked back at your boyfriend, tilting your head as you stared at the harsh line of his jaw line - now clenched and sharper than usual.

Without even turning to look at you, he placed his cup in the holder beside him and pulled his arm from around your shoulder.  Slowly, he began tugging on the thin scarf that had been resting loosely around his neck and began winding it around his hand.  

Your eyes were glued to his hands, and he knew it.  Turning to face you slightly, he lifted the scarf to your face and covered your eyes.  “What are you doing?”  You whispered harshly and his fingers went to tie the soft material behind the back of your head.

“You didn’t wanna watch the movie, so now you don’t have to,” he murmured in reply, giving the scarf a gentle tug at the back to make sure it was secure.

“What the hell…” you mumbled, and he brought one of his fingers to your lips to silence you.

“Shh… some of us are trying to watch the movie,” he whispered against your ear before he placed a soft kiss to your jawline, and then leaned back in his seat, his arms at his sides.

You sat there frozen, somewhat confused, and more than a little bit turned on.  Leaning back in your own chair, you pouted a little, tuning out the French dialogue of the movie and focusing more on the fact that you were hyper aware of everything else around you.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to relax, but to no avail.  And more than anything, you were missing Seunghyun’s touch.  So, testing the waters, your hand nearest to him went to his thigh and rested it idly there for a few moments.  

No reaction.  So far, so good.

Slowly, your hand started to creep further up his thigh, fingernails dragging lightly against his pants leg.  Seunghyun cleared his throat, flexing his thigh under your touch in response to your advances.  “Careful…” he whispered deeply.

Never one to back down from a challenge, your now flat palm skimmed over the top of his thigh to the front of his pants, and rested directly on top of him.

With a low groan, Seunghyun reached over your body and grabbed your purse out of the empty seat beside you.  The next thing you knew, he roughly held both of your wrists together and began looping the long strap of your crossbody around your hands, effectively tying your hands together.  

Your lips parted in surprise, surprised by your boyfriend’s sudden overreaction.  “Seunghyun… what, wait…” you tried to stammer, and he shushed you sharply.

“You acted like a brat, I’m gonna treat you like a brat,” he said through gritted teeth, giving the purse strap a tug around your wrists.  Wincing a little, you tried to pry your hands apart but to no avail.

Leaning back in his seat, he crossed one leg over the other and placed the bulk of your purse in his lap, effectively covering any sign of his slowly growing erection.  Unable to look away from you, blindfolded and restrained, he took note of the slow rising and falling of your chest and the way your plump lips were parted.  

Seunghyun pulled on your purse in his lap slightly, causing your bound wrists to pull towards his body.  Whimpering softly, you began whispering “I’m sorry, Sir… I promise to be good…”

Inhaling sharply, he drug the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, hungry eyes unable to leave your vulnerable figure beside him.  God, you looked hot like this.

“How sorry?”

“So sorry, Sir.  So, so, so sorry…” you mumbled, trying to pull your arms back towards your body.  Seunghyun only held your purse straps tighter.  

His hand closest to you went to your bare thigh, just below the hem of your skirt and slowly his fingertips found the inside of your leg.  “You aren’t sorry yet,” he whispered, tapping your inner thigh just enough to silently encourage you to part your legs.

A small gasp slipped past your lips as you felt his long fingers grip the meaty flesh of your inner thigh, and you instinctively parted your legs to give him better access.  

With a low chuckle, his fingers moved further up your leg, and lightly brushed a knuckle against the dampened fabric of your panties against your core.  “Pathetic…” he mumbled wickedly.

Inching his fingertips to the edge of your soft, cotton underwear, he pulled the fabric aside just enough to expose your heated flesh to the cool air of the theater.  Leaning closer towards you, his lips brushed against the side of your neck.  “Look at you, just exposing your pussy to the whole room…”

You whimpered quietly, his words causing a filthy rush of excitement to course through your veins.  “Please Sir…”

“What, Brat?”  Seunghyun questioned between soft kisses against the heated expanse of your throat.  “Please what?”

“Touch me,” you whined, barely above a whisper, rocking your hips closer towards his hand in encouragement.

“Only good sluts get their pussies touched… and you haven’t been a good slut, have you?”  He mumbled, biting gently into the flesh of your neck just above your collarbone, eliciting a harsh gasp from you.  

“I’ll be so good, I promise…” you quietly cried, flexing your fingers with your wrists still tied together.

With that, Seunghyun moved the tip of his index finger over your slit, dragging some of your slick up to your clit where he began rubbing agonizingly slow circles.  “Yeah, we’ll see just how good of a slut you can be…” 

Your breath hitched, and you exhaled a silent moan as he touched your sensitive bundle of nerves.  Then, without warning, that same long digit dipped down to your entrance and thrusted into your warmth.  “Seunghyun…” you whimpered.

“Shhh Princess… you said you were gonna be good for me, remember?”  You whimpered, nodding your head blindly as he began slowly pumping his finger in and out of you.  “Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me… I bet I could…” he paused, pulling his finger out of you completely before returning it alongside his index finger as well.  

“Gooood girl…” he chuckled lowly, biting your earlobe appreciatively.  “Taking both of my long fingers with no prep… such a good slut for me.”  

“Fuck,” you gasped quietly, feeling the delicious stretch of both of his large fingers, adding the perfect amount of pressure to the soft spot deep within you.

“Stay quiet if you don’t want me to find something to shove in your mouth to shut you up, Princess,” he demanded, dragging the tip of his tongue against your neck.  Hearing his dirty threat caused your inner walls to clench, and Seunghyun growled, obsessed with how responsive you were to his touches and words.

“Love when I tell you what a dirty fucking slut you are huh, baby?  My perfect little whore, ready and waiting for me to treat her like my toy whenever, wherever I want, huh?”  His words were rough, husky, and filthy.

“Oh my God, yes…” you moaned, trying to keep it as quiet as you could though you could feel the familiar tightening of your lower muscles, and your breath starting to stagger.  “Yes, Sir… wanna be so good for you.”

“You gonna be a good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”  He murmured, nipping softly again at your flushed skin while his fingers started increasing their pressure and speed.  Angling his wrist, he then pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, rubbing firmly against it as his fingers continued fucking you.

You stuttered, biting your lower lip in an attempt to silence yourself as best you could.  “Yes, please… please let me,” a tear has slipped past the corner of your eye with the intensity of the moment, causing a small damp spot on the scarf still wrapped tightly around your head.

Feeling your inner walls tightening around his fingers, Seungyun rubbed his palm rougher against your sensitive clit and turned your head to brush his lips over yours as he commanded “Cum slut, now,” silencing your imminent noises with a fierce kiss.

Clenching your inner walls, you came the moment he demanded it, moaning into his mouth as his tongue brushed past your lips.  Your hands gripped into fists, unable to pull them apart as you felt your release wash through your body, rocking your hips against his hand, chasing the aftershocks now with a light sheen of sweat dotting your forehead.

As he felt your body relax and the tenseness of your muscles finally release, his fingers slowed their pace, slowly dragging them in and out of you while you tried to catch your breath.  Pulling away from the kiss, he used his free hand to gently trace over your parted, flushed lips as you came down from your high.  

With your next deep breath, Seunghyun removed his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and gently moved the fabric of your panties back in place.  With his opposite hand, he lifted his scarf from your face, and searched your eyes as you blinked them open again.  Smirking, he brought the two fingers that had been deep inside you to his mouth and licked them clean, keeping his vision locked on yours.

A small, tired smile presented itself on your lips, watching your boyfriend savor your taste.  Your arms fell limp against your lap, and your hair was a disheveled mess, but you couldn’t care less.  Moments later, Seunghyun reached towards your bound wrists and untied the purse strap, giving you your freedom once again.  

Placing your purse and his scarf in the empty seat beside him, he turned back to you and began massaging both of your wrists.  Lifting each one individually, he pressed a soft kiss to your pulse point on the inside of each wrist.  “You okay?”  He murmured quietly, eyes still on you.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded your head, and shifted to lean back against his chest once more.  “Think I’ll watch the rest of the movie now…” you whispered in reply.

Shaking his head, he smirked, wrapped his arm around your shoulder again and pulled you in closer towards his body.  “Just call me the brat tamer…” he chuckled softly into your hair, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

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I'm screaming!!! This is so good Larie omg!!!! 👏🏻👏🏻💐💐💐💐

Track 10│Last Dance

part ten of MADE (attie’s version)

featuring: dong youngbae (taeyang) warnings: none, just self-reflection, acceptance and growth word count: 1.5k synopsis: youngbae couldn't help but mourn the loss of the relationship with his first love. finally at a stage where he has moved on and can appreciate the good times for what they were, he recognizes that self-love is far more important and there is hope in his future. note: this is my version of bigbang's "last dance," focusing more on letting go of what's behind you to move forward with life. i am so thankful that attie asked me to join her collaboration event, and i hope i do tae the justice he deserves. in this au he is still an idol, but never married or a father. thank you for reading!

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“Where the hell is it…” Youngbae mumbled to himself, digging through his closet.  He was usually so meticulous, everything typically having its own designated place, so the fact that he couldn’t find his shoe organizer travel bag was unlike him.  Silently cursing himself for waiting until late the night before his early morning flight, he started pulling things off of shelves in a frantic manner.

That’s when he saw it.  The box.  The old shoe box he had shoved back onto a top shelf in the corner behind a pile of sweaters where he hoped he’d never find it again.

Taking a deep breath, he reached for the box and took it off the shelf.  Cradling it in his left hand, he used his other to wipe off the thin layer of dust that had collected on top of it, revealing the small piece of masking tape with your name on it.  It had been more than a year and a half since he last saw the box, let alone touched it.

Youngbae moved across his bedroom from his closet and sat down on the bench at the foot of his bed.  Shifting his body, he placed the shoebox down beside him and cautiously lifted the lid.  

A small, sad grin presented itself on his lips when he saw the first item - the horribly ugly hot pink rubber ducky he’d once won for you at a carnival game.  It was more of a consolation prize that the attendant gave him after many pathetic attempts, but you had sworn up and down it was the best thing you’d ever received.  

Youngbae always hated the thing, but you refused to part with it and left it in its ‘place of honor’, proudly perched on the edge of the large soaking bathtub in his apartment.  Lifting the rubber toy, he gave it a squeeze and it let out a slow, obnoxious, mocking squeak.  

Setting it aside, he picked up a small handful of cards with an old photo sitting on top.  Holding it up between two fingers, he longingly examined the image - two young lovers without a care in the world.  It was a selfie you had printed out and framed, claiming it was your favorite because of the way Youngbae was looking at you.  You were smiling brightly at the camera, and he was unable to take his eyes off of you.  

A lump caught in his throat as he looked more carefully at the image.  It truly was a perfect metaphor for their relationship.  You were always so cheerful and full of joy, and Youngbae smiled when you smiled.  He laughed when you laughed.  Cried when you cried.  He constantly looked to you for guidance on how he should feel.  It took him a year of self-doubt, self-loathing, and therapy to finally realize that there was no wonder why the relationship ended.

Youngbae had loved you like the air he breathed, but somewhere along your six years together, he’d forgotten who he was outside of the anxious, immature, clumsy, kid he was when he first met you.  When you finally pulled the plug, he was devastated.  He clung to memories like they were a dream, refusing to let the world move on.  Youngbae was sure that he could just convince you to change your mind if you would give him just one last chance, or even one last dance.

That last opportunity never came.  He was heartbroken, lost, and aimless.  Youngbae blamed himself for everything that went wrong, and had convinced himself that you had left him because he was unworthy of your love.

He isolated himself for much too long, wallowing in his quiet emptiness, letting the shadows of happy memories keep himself suspended in the space between what used to be, and the harsh reality of what actually was.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath and held it, focusing on his mindfulness techniques he’d become proficient with.  No longer letting the bad feelings consume him, he actively tried to practice the lessons he had learned, maintaining a routine of meditation and self-reflection that had given him the peace of mind he’d so desperately sought after. 

Youngbae was proud of the steps he had taken to love himself again, and remind himself that he was a complete person without you. It was a constant struggle and work in progress, but for the first time in a long time, he was content with the man he had become and the life he had chosen for himself.

Placing the photo face down on the bench beside him, he shuffled through the few birthday and anniversary cards you’d given to him throughout the years, and skimmed over the personalized notes inside.  Instead of letting grief overcome him, he could now read your words with a knowing smile, recognizing he’d been grateful for that love, and no longer needed it to survive.

Sifting more through the box, he smirked when finding your favorite old t-shirt of his; once white and now slightly yellowed with overuse and frequent washings, and of a band you once saw together during the early times.  The piece of clothing was tattered, had a few small holes along the hemline, and yet you always refused to let him get rid of it.  

Next was a simple, black pen with a hotel logo on it.  Clicking the retractable tip open and closed a few times, Youngbae thought fondly about your first trip away together, and how the weather had promised to be sunny and warm, but you were caught in the middle of a three day rainstorm and barely left the room.  

Youngbae looked through the other items with a small smile, but lingered when his fingers grazed the small black velvet box that you’d never gotten to see.  Picking it up carefully, he cracked open the lid and peered down to the simple golden band that rested neatly inside.  His mother had given him the ring years ago, hoping one day he could gift it to you.  

When his parents first got together and married, they had very little money and this ring was all that his father could afford at the time.  As the years went on and the family became more established, his father upgraded the ring to a brilliant diamond, something that they could both be proud of.  While his mother always loved her new ring and hadn't ever taken it off since, she’d always held a special fondness for her first, and hoped that the symbolism could hold true for Youngbae and you.

Closing the lid to the box, Youngbae held it tightly in his hand, and closed his eyes, sitting in gratitude that he had never given it to you.  Not that he hadn’t wanted to, but that it was still something deeply personal to him that he could hold on to for the right time, and the right person.

Placing the ring box on the edge of the bed behind him, he then gathered up all of the other items that were hidden inside the shoebox and placed them back inside the cardboard container.  Taking one last look at the contents, he nodded his head briefly and put the lid back on, sealing the trinkets and memories away for good.  

Standing up, Youngbae walked confidently into his kitchen, and pulled open the drawer to the trash can where he gently placed the shoe box.  Before closing the drawer again, he pressed two fingers to his lips, and then touched them to the box lid, right on top of your name in tape.  Then, quietly, closed the drawer and walked back into his bedroom.

Less than thirty seconds later back in his closet, he found the travel shoe organizer he had been searching for.  Shortly thereafter, his packing was complete, he showered, and went to bed, falling asleep quicker and more peacefully than he had in a very long time.

The next morning, Youngbae was at the airport, one earbud in and scrolling his phone aimlessly while he waited for his coffee order at a kiosk near his gate.  The barista mumbled out a name, and he lifted his head, recognizing his drink was ready and he took a step forward to grab it.  Just as he went for it though, a young woman stepped up beside him and also reached for the same paper cup.  

Looking up to her face, his breath caught when he saw how pretty she was, and a light flush crept across his cheeks as she spoke.  “I think that’s mine…” she said softly, laughing at the awkward moment.  

“Oh… I-I’m sorry, I thought I heard her say Youngbae,” he stammered, a stupid grin plastered over his face.  

She twisted the paper cup around to reveal the name written on the side.  “Close… it’s Young-ae.”  

Chuckling softly, he nodded his head in realization at the mix-up, and took a small step back, letting the young woman take her beverage.  “My apologies.”

“No apologies needed… at least my day got started by a run-in with a cute guy.”  She replied, lifting her cup to take a sip and offered him a small wink of her eye before she turned around and walked away.

Youngbae couldn’t stop himself from watching her leave. 

Not just because she was attractive, but because for the first time in a long time, his heart skipped a beat.  And it reminded him that in finding himself again, and finally letting you go, that there was hope in the future that someone out there could remind him what it was like to truly smile.

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larie's libations │ 200 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!

I cannot express how excited I am to have reached 200+ followers! I started writing about a month ago and now have created a couple of little au's that are so near and dear to me, and I am so grateful others seem to appreciate them as much as I enjoy writing them!

So, to celebrate, please join me in my 200+ Followers Drabble Event!

THE RULES.

Please drink responsibly, and please be mindful if you choose to select a Citrus Rind garnishment. MDNI, 18+ only*

We do recognize some of these pairings might be unusual gross, but it’s for the sake of the plot and we here at Larie’s Libations don’t judge too much. So the weirder the better! Place your order (send me an ask) for your cocktail of choice! One Liquor (idol selection), One Mixer (location/setting selection), One Garnish (kinks vs quirks). Please be detailed when ordering your garnishes. We have provided some suggestions should you need assistance with your choices. Please note there are only a few items out of stock (off limits), which are listed with the red * below. Please note that this is first come/first serve, and I will only accept 2 requests per liquor preference. Once the 2 per liquor have been filled, those requests will no longer be accepted. We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.

LIQUOR PREFERENCE. 🍸🍹🥃

0/2 [Hennessy - Jackson Wang] — smooth, exuberant, woody. classic ingredient in sidecars, stingers, sazeracs. 1/2 [Wine - Choi Seunghyun] — classic, innovative, adds depth. excellent in sangria, kalimotxo, bicicletta. 0/2 [Tequila - Kwon Jiyong] — earthy sweetness, complex, heavily-spirited. makes the perfect margarita, paloma or sunrise. 1/2 [Bourbon - Bang Chan] — sweet, smooth, spicy. perfect choice for boulevardiers, hot toddys, or paper planes. 0/2 [Makkoli - Lee Know] — slightly sour, tangy, sometimes sweet. this korean rice wine makes excellent omija mezcalitas, sujeonggwas, and artemisias. 0/2 [Gin - Changbin] — herbacious, piney, dry. fantastic option for salty dogs, gimlets, bees knees. 0/2 [Champagne - Hyunjin] — effervescent, luxurious, sparkling. mixes perfect mimosas, french 75s, kir royales. 0/2 [Rum - Han] — warm spices, free-spirited, robust. traditional option for daquiris, pina coladas, dark & stormys. 0/2 [Soju - Felix] — light, smooth, sweet. mixes well into crisp highballs and fruit-forward spritzes. 0/2 [Whiskey - Seungmin] — rich, spicy, complex, and sometimes surprisingly sweet. perfect for old-fashioneds, manhattans, mint juleps. 0/2 [Vodka - I.N.] — refined, versatile, popular. classically mixed into martinis, mules, or screwdrivers.

*** special bonus options written by @angel-writes-skz-here

SELECT YOUR MIXER .🫗🥤🧃

[Soda] — somewhere in the bar [Tonic] — at his/her apartment [Water] — at a pool [Orange Juice] — on vacation [Cranberry Juice] — movie theater [Cola] — someone's car [Bitters] — gym [Sours] — dealer's choice

DON'T FORGET TO GARNISH IT. 🍋🍋‍🟩🍒

[Citrus Rind] — kinks* (suggestions: hands, blindfolds, restraints, creampie, breeding, praise/degradation, spanking, wax play, spitting, temperature play, etc.) MDNI, 18+ only* [Cherry] — quirks (suggestions: humming, nail biting, touching ear when embarrassed, picky eater, tongue clicking, oral fixations, etc.)

* kink no go's: waterworks, scat, incest, noncon, pedo.

EXAMPLE ORDERS:

1. Hey, can I please get a Tequila, Orange Juice and Cherry? (quirk - snorts when laughing). Thanks! 2. I'd like a Champagne, Cran with Lemon Twist please. (kink - dirty talk). Thank you!

***happy to accept anonymous requests, but please assign yourself an emoji so we can credit the right person. :)

Thanks for participating, and please don't forget to tip your bartenders on the way out. 😉

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