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bbujiikseu · 2 months
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heyyy
can i please be added to your "r u mine" taglist?
i ENJOYED reading it
have a nice day/night <33
i just posted the next chapter over on my other account as this is an archived account. i couldn't tag you―this is likely an issue with your visibility settings. once you change those, send me an ask over at @/mnwrld and i will update the taglist :)
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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JUST A HEADS UP I'M GOING TO MOVE EVERYTHING BACK TO MY OTHER BLOG AND THEN LOG OUT SO PLS GO FOLLOW MNWRLD OKAY THANK U
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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ANNOUNCEMENT
so i just found out i never deleted my original blog with a bunch of my works on it !!! and i am so thrilled. that user is @mnwrld (what this one used to be) i would really really really appreciate it if you would follow me / interact over there <3 AAA i'm so happy :,) see u guys there !!
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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GUYS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I NEVER DELETED BBUJIIKSEU UM HELLO WHAT
WAIT GUYS COME WITH ME TO BBUJIIKSEU AND THEN I DON'T NEED TO REPOST A BUNCH OF MY FICS AND I HAVE FRIENDS OVER THERE TOO Y^Y i'll change that url to mnwrld bc i love it too much BUT SHOULD I JUST GO BACK THERE WHAT DO YOU THINK
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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Next up is someone a little difficult to characterise for me😅 such an unpredictable puppy
I was thinking about how Seungminnie would probably be another 'tsundere' type about turning all red, like Minho. He'd probably say that he's flustered and red because of the activity... yeah right, totally...🤨 He's telling you that it's just because he's doing so much exercising, while looking about 50 shades of in love with you at the same time
Maybe once he's close the 'mask' breaks and he admits that "ok, maybe I'm actually just super turned on by you and flustered because... c'mon, do I have to spell it out for you🙄 I love you..." He's surprisingly soft when he wants to be, I'd like to think😊
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god i love seungmin so much and he has looked sooooo good lately like oh my word. so anyways hehe
it's not that he's shy about it. he actually likes it a lot; likes knowing how clear it is that he's so into you without him having to say it explicitly. he's never been much good at that--saying how he feels.
in the beginning of your relationship, you used to wonder if he was even half as affected by you as you were by him. but at this point, when you'd been together for well over a year, you knew that wasn't the case. you knew him better than anyone--knew all of his quirks and tells.
you knew he would keep a straight face no matter how red his ears got or how flushed and pink his chest got. you knew he would lie through his teeth, barely batting an eye, telling you it was just from the physical exertion of sex. it was definitely not blood rushing to the surface because of how much you turned him on.
"so pink, baby," you gasp, hands roaming over his shoulders. you want him to look you in the eye. he looks away. you know you've already won.
he shakes his head, the pace of his hips never faltering. "only cause it's a fucking workout to fuck you the way you like it."
his voice is soft, his words are condescending, but he doesn't sound upset--not at all. he sounds flustered. yeah, you've definitely already won.
"what, y-you mean--" you bite back a moan, fingers digging into his shoulders. "you mean to--to tell me that i don't turn you on at all? don't fluster you at all?"
his ears go pink and you let yourself moan, moan, moan and fall over the edge. he groans too, burying his face in your neck as he cums with you, nipping at the column of your throat.
he holds you close to him, not pulling out just yet. he sighs a little. "okay, maybe you fluster me.... like, a little bit. and... maybe you sort of turn me on a whole fucking lot. and maybe i... kind of, sort of... love you."
"of course you do, seung," you giggle, kissing him and sighing contentedly. "i'm fucking fantastic."
"never mind, i take all of that back. i actually hate you."
"no you don't."
he laughs with you, eyes watching you fondly. "nah. i don't."
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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eating tuna with tiny chopsticks out of the packet while my kitty sits next to me and my laptop sits open in front of me, taunting me to write hahahahahahah
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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minho who's an intimidating & cutthroat executive but also your loving husband?? imagine one day that you get home from work and dress up because he said he was going to take you out on a date. you even put on the red lipstick that drives him crazy because he likes to mess it up for you... and you're hoping the night will end just like that. but then as you're literally pulling your heels on minho texts you saying he's not going to be able to make it since he has back-to-back meetings that he can't get out of. maybe before you'd let it go, but not now, after him bailing on you so many times- you're actually furious and ready to teach him a lesson. so you drive over to the company building, and of course security doesn't bat an eye when you stomp past the front desk... they know better than to stop the CEO's wife. you let yourself into his ridiculously gigantic office, where's our fave workaholic is talking to someone in a zoom meeting on his computer. immediately, minho notices you, eyes widening in surprise, but he keeps his business mask on, continuing to speak even though he's secretly wondering what you'll do. i'm curious to see what you think will happen next :)
idek what i was doing with this. i had this thought lingering in the back of my mind for a while & i didn't know what to do with it LOL
so i got a bit.... uh.... carried away with this OOPS. um. yeah. so. if it was not clear, i have a huge soft spot for minho & also i love dry humping. so. enjoy !!!! WARNINGS -- dry humping, reader is upset with minho for like a second, one instance of the word asshole directed at minho (instant regret & apologizing), kissing, some swearing, 1.6 k words !!! (so sorry) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY
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Minho was always sweet to you—always kind and loving and doting. He didn’t raise his voice, he was never cruel, he made dinner for you almost every night, and he never let you go to bed angry. Minho was always sweet. To you. To the employees he was in charge of at his company… not so much. They didn’t see the sweet gentle side of your husband that you did. 
He wouldn’t ever let them see that side of him. So he had to be the one who put in extra hours even when he didn’t want to. He had to make the tough decisions even when it made him seem harsh or unfair. And he would never, ever let them see the tender side of himself that he showed to you. Which meant that his employees could only ever perceive Minho to be cold, hard, uncaring. You heard the whispers whenever you visited him. 
“Why do you let them think that about you?” You’d asked one time. 
He’d just shrugged and smirked at you. “I don’t care what they think about me. It doesn’t matter. As long as you know what I’m really like, that’s all that matters to me.” 
You admired his hardworking nature, the dedication he showed to his work. And he did like the work that he did, not only because it helped him to provide a good life for both of you but because he really felt like he was actually doing something to make a difference. So you would support him. You kept your mouth shut when, last minute, he worked extra hours—staying out late at the office. You didn’t complain when he had to plan team dinners and attend them even when he promised to spend time with you.
At least, you didn’t used to. But things were changing. Things had to change. You couldn’t do it anymore. You missed him. He planned a special date for the two of you to make up for being gone so much recently, so you decided you would tell him then. But of course, he canceled that too. 
“That’s it,” you grumbled, pulling on your second shoe (something you’d be in the middle of doing when you got his text message that he was staying late again). “If he loves the company so much, I’ll just have to go to him.” 
When you stomped through the foyer of the building, well after the time it was closed, none of the security officers stopped you. You were well known by everyone there as Minho’s wife. You were well liked by everyone (people often commented on how they couldn’t understand how you ended up with someone as cold as Minho, but you ignored them because you knew that wasn’t really who he was). 
No one else was in the office. You felt a little uneasy walking through the office space with all the lights off, but you could see the light in Minho’s ridiculously large office which only fueled the fire in your belly. Everyone else is gone and you’re still here in your stupid office instead of taking me to dinner and fucking me into the mattress after. 
You shook your thoughts away and pushed the door to Minho’s office open. At first you just stood in the doorway glaring at him. He was talking on his Zoom meeting and when the door opened, he looked up at you with almost imperceptibly widened eyes. Of course, he was a professional, so anyone watching through the screen would never know that anything was off. 
You were angry, but you did feel a little bad for interrupting his meeting so you closed the door softly behind you and sat in the chair across from his desk, still glaring furiously at him. As soon as his portion of the Zoom meeting was over, he excused himself, claiming an emergency, and left the call. Of course now he says he has an emergency and has to leave the meeting. 
You scoffed and crossed your arms, looking away from him. He frowned. He didn’t like when you were upset, especially when it was him you were upset with. “What’s wrong? Clearly you’re upset. Come on, use your words.” 
“You were really going to bail on our date? Again?” You asked. You’d intended to be firm, to show him how upset you were, but your voice just came out sad and… kind of meek. Your anger was ebbing away now that he was in front of you and you could see how tired he was. 
His face softened a little and he looked… guilty. Good. He sighed and motioned for you to come closer to him. You stood and walked toward him, slowly, settling on his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder. His voice was soft when he spoke. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to. But it was a really important investor for us. Nobody else could stay to do it. I… I thought you would understand. You’ve never said anything before…” 
“I know you’re working hard, and I get that, I do. I support you! I always will, but…” Your throat felt tight as you spoke. You hadn’t realized how much his absence had been affecting you. “I just miss you. And I was really excited about tonight. I thought we would finally get to go out to dinner after so long and I… I was hoping maybe we could, like, I don’t know, make love or something too.” 
You mumbled the last part, suddenly shy about the things you desired. His eyes widened again and then he was smirking. “Oh. You want me, hm? Could’ve just asked sweetheart. You know I’d give you everything.” 
“No, it’s,” you shook your head, looking away from him. “It’s embarrassing.”
He clicked his tongue, fingers stroking over your sides. “Oh, come on, princess. Tell me what you want from me. I might just give it to you.” 
That’s how you found yourself straddling him, leaning in to kiss his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair. You didn’t care that security could walk in on you (they wouldn’t—they knew better than to go back there when you and minho were together), you only cared about Minho. You didn’t feel that angry anymore. Or that sad. You just felt kind of achy between your legs—needy for him. 
“You still haven’t told me what you want, sweetheart.” 
You whined, kissing his neck again. “Want you. Always want you. You never have time for me anymore. I miss you—need you.” 
Your resolve had faded pretty quickly when you felt how hard he was beneath you—when he started calling you sweet names and holding you close to him. Minho hummed at your answer, fingers squeezing into your sides to get you to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. 
“Yeah? Work for it, then.” 
Minho was always sweet to you. That didn’t mean he was always gentle. He wanted you to feel good more than anything. If you wanted him to leave hickeys or finger-shaped bruises on your thighs, he would. If you wanted him to throw you around a little he would. But he would always be sweet about it. You want him to call you mean names? Okay, but you’re still his baby, and he’ll make sure you always know. 
“Minho, I’m—I-I can’t—” 
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “Oh, it’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” 
You whimpered, moving your hips a little. “N-No, I…” 
“It’s not hard? Then why aren’t you moving?” He raised an eyebrow at you. 
“Sh-shut up, asshole,” you mumbled, trying to move your hips and prove him wrong. He squeezed your hips, holding you still. 
“What did you call me?” 
You blinked slowly and then your eyes widened and you shook your head. “I-I didn’t mean to, Min, I’m sorry.” 
“Mm,” he hummed and his grip loosened. That seemed to be enough for him. Maybe he was as desperate for you as you were for him. 
You were grinding more consistently against him and he was helping you. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck. “Missed you. Missed this. Can you please come home more?”
His heart felt like it was breaking—actually breaking. He hadn’t realized just how much his absence had been affecting you too. He hadn’t meant for it to get like this. He loved you. He just wanted to work hard so he could give you the life you deserved—so you could be happy. He realized, though, that you were always happiest when you were in each other’s arms. 
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, throwing his head back a little and rutting his hips into you. “‘M sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you sad. Gonna come home earlier, okay?” 
“Okay,” you nodded against him. You couldn’t think straight. You were panting as you got closer and closer to your high. Minho was close too. You could tell because he was having a harder time holding back and letting you do all the work. 
“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” You whined in response and he brushed some of your hair out of your face, watching you with that fondness reserved just for you. He smiled a little. “God, me too. Cum with me?” 
“‘K-Kay,” you gasped, moving desperately. “I’m cumming, Min—”
He groaned into your hair, holding you impossibly close to him as you finished together. You collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. His hand stroked up and down your back. “Let’s go home now, yeah? Let me make you feel good in our bed.” 
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. “Please take me home.” 
“Okay, sweetheart. We’re going home now.”
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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good boys get rewards | han jisung x fem ! reader
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when you get home from work one day, you hear your boyfriend calling your name. you don't think much of it, you just make your way to your room where he's calling you from. but you quickly realize he isn't just calling for you pay attention to him. he's moaning for you.
🖇️ warnings - masturbation (jisung), mommy kink, extreme teasing (from reader), humiliation (kink), guided masturbation (kind of), praise kink (jisung needs to know he's doing good lol), edging / orgasm denial (jisung), some degradation (to jisung) but reader is still sweet to him right after, some dick slapping, swearing, begging (jisung), kissing, penetrative (p in v) sex, unprotected sex (cumming inside), oral sex (fem receiving), sweet aftercare, established relationship ! and i think that's all
🖇️ word count - 2,665 words
🖇️ note - i love sub stray kids and especially sub jisung so this is one of my fav fics ever. enjoy !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY
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You sighed as you unlocked the door to your apartment and slipped inside, taking off your shoes and dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. You set your bag down on the couch as you walked toward the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You stopped at the refrigerator when you heard your name, called faintly from the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, Jisung. 
You didn’t think much of it—it wasn’t out of character for Jisung to whine for you from the safety of your bedroom whenever he wanted cuddles or attention. Forgetting the glass of water, you made your way back toward your bedroom. When you got closer to the door, however, you realized he wasn’t just whining for you to come give him attention. He was moaning for you. 
The door wasn’t fully closed, so you peeked through the crack, smile spreading across your lips when you caught your boyfriend spread out on the bed, earbuds in his ears, eyes screwed shut, and aching cock in his hand. You watched for a moment longer before pushing the door open and calling his name. “Jisung.” 
His eyes opened so fast, color draining from his face before red settled in his cheeks. He sat up, throwing the comforter over himself and trying to hide himself from you as he yanked his earbuds out of his ears. “Y-yn I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I can see that, sweetheart,” you teased, leaning against the door frame. “Well, don’t stop just because I’m here. Keep going.” 
“N-no I—”
“I told you to keep going. Are you going to behave and listen to me or not? You already fucked up, don’t make your punishment worse.” 
He whimpered, swallowing thickly before moving the comforter off of his body and wrapping a shaky hand around his hardened dick again. Jisung’s wide, worried eyes never left yours as he tugged at his cock. You didn’t move from your spot in the doorway and he whined a little as you watched him. “A-am I doing a good job, mommy?” 
“Hm,” you hummed a little, sickly sweet smile still playing at your lips as you fixed your eyes on the hand jerking his cock. “Are you? Let me get a closer look.” 
You pushed away from the doorway and closed the door behind you out of habit, making your way to sit beside Jisung on the bed. He gasped when you put a hand on his thigh, hips bucking upwards, seeking more than just his own hand. You watched closely as his hand moved along his shaft, enjoying the small whimpers that escaped every time his palm rubbed over the tip. 
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” 
“R-really?” 
You nodded, reaching to run your fingers through his hair, “Mhm. You’re still getting punished though, sweetheart. You know you’re not supposed to touch yourself without permission.” 
You slapped his hands away from his cock just as his balls tightened, so close to finishing. A choked sob escaped his throat and his eyes filled with tears. “Wh-why?” 
“You know why, baby,” you pouted at him playfully, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Again.” 
He shook his head, whining slightly, “I-I can’t. Not again—”
“I said touch yourself again.” 
The last thing he wanted was to make you mad so he hesitantly reached for his sensitive cock again. It didn’t take long for him to get close to orgasming again—not when you were so hot and so close to him. He leaned back against the headboard, eyes falling closed again as he jerked himself off with a shaky hand. You moved to sit on his bare thighs, hindering him from moving away or stopping. 
“F-fuck, I’m close again, mommy.” 
“Yeah?” You laughed a little before slapping at his hands, “Stop.” 
His eyes widened as he looked at you before they filled with tears again and he hesitantly released his dick with a small whimper. “Please.”
“Try again, baby. Maybe this time.” 
He took a deep breath and grabbed his cock again, “Why why why why why why—”
“Why what, baby?” 
“Why can’t I cum?” His whiny voice made your heart pound painfully in your chest. He had too much of an effect on you. But you didn’t hate it. 
“You know you’re not supposed to touch yourself without permission. Good boys get rewards, right? But you haven’t been good. Only good boys get to cum, baby.” 
You could tell he was getting close again, so you grabbed his wrists, effectively stopping him. “Sorry, baby.” 
But he could tell from the smile on your face that you weren’t really sorry. The tears finally fell over his cheeks as he pulled his hands away from his dick for a third time, ruining yet another orgasm. He whimpered pathetically, hands shaking as he tried to be good, tried not to touch himself. 
“Please help me, mommy,” he whispered, pleading with you. “Please touch me.” 
“Mmm, you want mommy to help you?” You grabbed his wrists, pushing his arms over his head. He knew not to move once his hands were in place, so you let go. 
He breathed out shakily as you wrapped your hand around his dick, jerking him off so slowly he had to resist the urge to buck his hips up into you. You let go of his leaking cock almost as quickly as you’d grabbed it and he whined loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he cried. He took another shuddering breath when you squeezed your fingers around the base of his dick with one hand and pressed a finger from the other to the sensitive head. 
“You’re so pathetic, Ji. Look how much you’re leaking for me. This turns you on that much?” You pulled your finger away from the tip of his dick, humming in satisfaction at the string of precum that followed.
He gasped, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Y-yes. Pathetic for you. Need you. Want you so bad. You turn me on so much.”
“Oh, yeah?” You pouted at him mockingly. “You need me so bad, don’t you baby?” 
He whimpered and nodded eagerly, clasping his hands together above his head to keep himself from grabbing for you. He knew it would only cause more trouble for him. You cooed condescendingly at him and squeezed the base of his aching cock before taking your other hand and slapping it lightly. He moaned out loudly, hips jerking away from you. 
“F-fuck,” he groaned, mouth falling open as you slapped his dick again. “God, you’re so hot. Please, need you so bad, please.”
“You need me? Then beg a little more. Tell me what you want me to do, hm?” 
He swallowed thickly and tried to speak coherently, but he was almost completely gone, so it took him a moment to gather his thoughts. “Wa-want you to slap my dick again, please. A-and then want you to ride me. Like seeing you on top of me. Wanna feel you, mommy, please. Please, please let me. Please help me. Please, I wanna cum, so bad.”
You cut off his babbling with a soft kiss to his nose, stroking his face gently with one hand while your other took up jerking his dick again. You giggled a little as he hiccuped, mouth falling open again now that he wasn’t trying to talk. 
“Oh, poor baby,” you pouted at him, slapping the leaking head of his dick for a third time. “You need me so bad? You were a bad baby earlier, though. Should I really give you what you want?” 
“Yes! Y-yes, please! I’ll be good. I’ve been good since you came home. I-I’m sorry I touched myself. Sorry. But I-I’m good now. I’m good.” He nodded eagerly, moaning loudly when you slapped his dick. He really liked it—more than he would ever care to admit when he wasn’t drunk on the thought of you. 
“That’s true. You’ve been good since I came home. Okay. Are you ready for mommy to help you cum now?” 
He nodded again. “Yeah. I’m ready. P-please help me.” 
“Okay, sweetheart, just lay back for me.” You purred, helping him to lay back comfortably against the pillows on your bed. You undressed yourself slowly, teasingly, and he whimpered as he watched you. You hovered over him for a moment before kissing him sweetly. “You know what to say if you need to stop, right?” 
“Mhm, I-I know.”
You smiled and grabbed his cock, slowly leading it to your entrance. “Good boy.”
You hissed a little as you eased his dick inside of you. You often teased Jisung about his dick, not because it was small. Quite the opposite, in fact. He always filled you up so well. But you did like to tease him and tell him he had such a big dick that he had no idea how to use properly. 
He whined, squeezing his eyes shut as you took him in one go. “Sh-shit you feel so good. Oh my god. Feels so good. I don’t think I can last that long.” 
“It’s okay, baby,” you murmured, starting to lift yourself up and down on his cock. “You can cum when you want. If I don’t finish, you can eat me out after, yeah?” 
“Fuck, yeah.” 
He couldn’t keep himself from bucking his hips up to meet you each time you dropped back down on his cock—it just felt too good. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. Usually, he would suck on your nipples, adding to your pleasure while you made him feel good too, but he was so out of it that his head just sank into the pillows while you brought him closer to his high. 
“You’re so desperate, Ji, it’s pathetic. Can’t even sit still and take it, you just have to try and do it yourself. But it’s not good enough is it? Only I can make you cum, right?” 
He moaned loudly, clinging to you as he desperately bucked his hips up into you, chasing your dripping cunt each time you started to pull away. He nodded against your skin, fingers digging into your sides as he held you close to him. “R-right. So good to me, mommy. C-can’t cum without you.” 
“Are you close, sweetheart?” You asked, moving faster over him, enjoying the lewd sounds that fell from his pretty lips. “Gonna cum inside for me?”
“Y-yeah,” he breathed, eyes still closed in bliss. “So close. Gonna cum!” 
“Cum for me, baby.” 
Your voice, an octave lower than normal, was all it took to push him over the edge. Before he could register it, he was cumming inside of you, filling you up perfectly. He shuddered against you and whined a little when you continued moving against him, even after he’d finished. 
“‘S too much now,” he whispered, pushing at you a little. You climbed off and laid beside him on the bed. He wasted no time rolling over and crawling between your legs so he could eat you out like he’d promised. “Gonna make you feel good now, mommy.” 
You tangled your fingers in his hair. You liked every hairstyle he tried out, but you had to admit you liked it long like it was now—it was easier to pull on when you had sex and more fun to play with when you cuddled. “Yeah? Go ahead. Make me feel good, baby.” 
He was always messy when he ate you out, always made a mess of himself and you. He liked it that way and so did you. He always groaned into you like eating you out made him feel good. And in a way, it did. There was nothing better for Jisung than knowing he was making you feel good and being good for you. 
“You like eating your own cum out of my cunt, hm? You’re so dirty, aren’t you baby.” You groaned when he sucked on your clit perfectly. He hummed in agreement against you as he continued to eat you out like it was his favorite activity (it was). “Fuck, just like that. You’re being so good for me. Feels good, sweetheart. You gonna make me cum too?”
It was like he didn’t even need to breathe. He didn’t come up for air, just continued to suck on your clit and lap at your entrance with his tongue. He loved the way you tasted and he always made sure you knew that. He moaned against you, eyes falling shut in satisfaction and contentment. 
“Fuck, I’m close baby.”
Your admission only made him more fervent—more desperate to see you finish. Your moans told him he was doing a good job and so did the way you pulled at his hair. He wanted you to feel as good as he did and he was determined to bring you to that addicting high you needed so badly. With one final cry and a sharp tug at his messy hair, you came on his face. 
Jisung didn’t stop until you pushed his face away from you, and even then he didn’t go far. He rested his head against your stomach as you heaved air into your lungs. His face was shiny from your release and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones. He always looked pretty like this—when you were both coming down from your highs and he was bathed in a beautiful afterglow.
You dragged your fingers through his hair, working out some of the knots you’d created when you pulled at it. He sighed happily into your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your stomach as you petted him. You sat up a little and he whined, holding onto you tightly. “You have to let me get up, Ji. Gotta get us both cleaned up and taken care of.” 
“Fine,” he pouted, reluctantly releasing you. “But don’t take long. I still need cuddles.” 
“I promise I’ll be back in a few minutes and I’ll cuddle you all you want.” You kissed his forehead before clambering out of the bed so you could get something to clean both of you up with as well as something to eat and water to drink. 
When you returned to your bedroom, Jisung had just finished changing the sheets for you. He grinned at you as you helped him to the bathroom so you could clean him up. “Thought I’d be helpful for once and change the sheets.”
“You’re always helpful, baby. Thank you for doing that.” 
After you were both clean and wearing comfortable clothes, you brought Jisung back to bed to cuddle with him. He nibbled on the snack you’d prepared for him and drank all of the water (at your insistence) while you found something the two of you could watch. 
“I’m sorry I… touched myself without your permission,” Jisung finally mumbled when you picked a k-drama the two of you had been meaning to watch. 
You played with his hair and cuddled into him further. “It’s okay baby. It worked out for us in the end, didn’t it? Are you feeling okay, still?” 
“Yeah,” he nodded against you. “I’m okay. Thank you for… everything today. You know I like it when you’re a little rougher.” 
“You know you don’t have to misbehave for me to be rough on you, right babe? You can just ask—”
“Yeah, but that’s embarrassing.” He whined, burying his face in your neck.
You laughed and shook your head. “You’re silly, Ji.” 
“You love me anyway.” 
“I do love you. I’ll always love you, sweetheart.” 
That seemed to satiate Jisung, so he fell quiet, watching the k-drama with you in peace. You weren’t sure when, but you drifted off into an easy slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms as you drifted towards dreams of being together forever. You were being honest when you told Jisung you’d always love him. And even if he didn’t say it back, he knew that he’d always love you too.
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𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ★ ─── @l3visbby @jisungsdaydreamer @felinows
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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sub jisung fic in 5 minutes ☺️
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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🐾 anon ur going to KILL me i dkkdkd (seungmin has been looking sooooo fine to me lately and i wanna write more about him so i am excited to answer this one when im done with work)
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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eeeee i hope you enjoyed it !!!
so i’m answering the ask you sent me and i…… accidentally am writing a whole fic….. oops like idk how but it’s 1k rn and not finished ����😭 BUT ANYWAYS why i am telling you this is to say thank you hahahaha
NO THANK YOU!! BOUTTA GO READ THE FIC RN BAE 😭🙏🥰
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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Take your time!! No need to hurry, once inspiration strikes I'm sure whatever you come up with will be super slay and good💞😼
I'm glad your drive went well, I definitely understand 'the too much snow' situation, there's a lot of snow here too, though here it's normal during winter
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eee i just answered it hehe <3 i hope u will enjoy it !!!!
yeah tbh we usually do get snow during the winter but not more than a couple inches total. so THIS much snow is just unusual and other people are stupid drivers. like EYE try to be careful but i'm more worried about the people around me being dumb <///3
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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minho who's an intimidating & cutthroat executive but also your loving husband?? imagine one day that you get home from work and dress up because he said he was going to take you out on a date. you even put on the red lipstick that drives him crazy because he likes to mess it up for you... and you're hoping the night will end just like that. but then as you're literally pulling your heels on minho texts you saying he's not going to be able to make it since he has back-to-back meetings that he can't get out of. maybe before you'd let it go, but not now, after him bailing on you so many times- you're actually furious and ready to teach him a lesson. so you drive over to the company building, and of course security doesn't bat an eye when you stomp past the front desk... they know better than to stop the CEO's wife. you let yourself into his ridiculously gigantic office, where's our fave workaholic is talking to someone in a zoom meeting on his computer. immediately, minho notices you, eyes widening in surprise, but he keeps his business mask on, continuing to speak even though he's secretly wondering what you'll do. i'm curious to see what you think will happen next :)
idek what i was doing with this. i had this thought lingering in the back of my mind for a while & i didn't know what to do with it LOL
so i got a bit.... uh.... carried away with this OOPS. um. yeah. so. if it was not clear, i have a huge soft spot for minho & also i love dry humping. so. enjoy !!!! WARNINGS -- dry humping, reader is upset with minho for like a second, one instance of the word asshole directed at minho (instant regret & apologizing), kissing, some swearing, 1.6 k words !!! (so sorry) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY
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Minho was always sweet to you—always kind and loving and doting. He didn’t raise his voice, he was never cruel, he made dinner for you almost every night, and he never let you go to bed angry. Minho was always sweet. To you. To the employees he was in charge of at his company… not so much. They didn’t see the sweet gentle side of your husband that you did. 
He wouldn’t ever let them see that side of him. So he had to be the one who put in extra hours even when he didn’t want to. He had to make the tough decisions even when it made him seem harsh or unfair. And he would never, ever let them see the tender side of himself that he showed to you. Which meant that his employees could only ever perceive Minho to be cold, hard, uncaring. You heard the whispers whenever you visited him. 
“Why do you let them think that about you?” You’d asked one time. 
He’d just shrugged and smirked at you. “I don’t care what they think about me. It doesn’t matter. As long as you know what I’m really like, that’s all that matters to me.” 
You admired his hardworking nature, the dedication he showed to his work. And he did like the work that he did, not only because it helped him to provide a good life for both of you but because he really felt like he was actually doing something to make a difference. So you would support him. You kept your mouth shut when, last minute, he worked extra hours—staying out late at the office. You didn’t complain when he had to plan team dinners and attend them even when he promised to spend time with you.
At least, you didn’t used to. But things were changing. Things had to change. You couldn’t do it anymore. You missed him. He planned a special date for the two of you to make up for being gone so much recently, so you decided you would tell him then. But of course, he canceled that too. 
“That’s it,” you grumbled, pulling on your second shoe (something you’d be in the middle of doing when you got his text message that he was staying late again). “If he loves the company so much, I’ll just have to go to him.” 
When you stomped through the foyer of the building, well after the time it was closed, none of the security officers stopped you. You were well known by everyone there as Minho’s wife. You were well liked by everyone (people often commented on how they couldn’t understand how you ended up with someone as cold as Minho, but you ignored them because you knew that wasn’t really who he was). 
No one else was in the office. You felt a little uneasy walking through the office space with all the lights off, but you could see the light in Minho’s ridiculously large office which only fueled the fire in your belly. Everyone else is gone and you’re still here in your stupid office instead of taking me to dinner and fucking me into the mattress after. 
You shook your thoughts away and pushed the door to Minho’s office open. At first you just stood in the doorway glaring at him. He was talking on his Zoom meeting and when the door opened, he looked up at you with almost imperceptibly widened eyes. Of course, he was a professional, so anyone watching through the screen would never know that anything was off. 
You were angry, but you did feel a little bad for interrupting his meeting so you closed the door softly behind you and sat in the chair across from his desk, still glaring furiously at him. As soon as his portion of the Zoom meeting was over, he excused himself, claiming an emergency, and left the call. Of course now he says he has an emergency and has to leave the meeting. 
You scoffed and crossed your arms, looking away from him. He frowned. He didn’t like when you were upset, especially when it was him you were upset with. “What’s wrong? Clearly you’re upset. Come on, use your words.” 
“You were really going to bail on our date? Again?” You asked. You’d intended to be firm, to show him how upset you were, but your voice just came out sad and… kind of meek. Your anger was ebbing away now that he was in front of you and you could see how tired he was. 
His face softened a little and he looked… guilty. Good. He sighed and motioned for you to come closer to him. You stood and walked toward him, slowly, settling on his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder. His voice was soft when he spoke. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to. But it was a really important investor for us. Nobody else could stay to do it. I… I thought you would understand. You’ve never said anything before…” 
“I know you’re working hard, and I get that, I do. I support you! I always will, but…” Your throat felt tight as you spoke. You hadn’t realized how much his absence had been affecting you. “I just miss you. And I was really excited about tonight. I thought we would finally get to go out to dinner after so long and I… I was hoping maybe we could, like, I don’t know, make love or something too.” 
You mumbled the last part, suddenly shy about the things you desired. His eyes widened again and then he was smirking. “Oh. You want me, hm? Could’ve just asked sweetheart. You know I’d give you everything.” 
“No, it’s,” you shook your head, looking away from him. “It’s embarrassing.”
He clicked his tongue, fingers stroking over your sides. “Oh, come on, princess. Tell me what you want from me. I might just give it to you.” 
That’s how you found yourself straddling him, leaning in to kiss his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair. You didn’t care that security could walk in on you (they wouldn’t—they knew better than to go back there when you and minho were together), you only cared about Minho. You didn’t feel that angry anymore. Or that sad. You just felt kind of achy between your legs—needy for him. 
“You still haven’t told me what you want, sweetheart.” 
You whined, kissing his neck again. “Want you. Always want you. You never have time for me anymore. I miss you—need you.” 
Your resolve had faded pretty quickly when you felt how hard he was beneath you—when he started calling you sweet names and holding you close to him. Minho hummed at your answer, fingers squeezing into your sides to get you to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. 
“Yeah? Work for it, then.” 
Minho was always sweet to you. That didn’t mean he was always gentle. He wanted you to feel good more than anything. If you wanted him to leave hickeys or finger-shaped bruises on your thighs, he would. If you wanted him to throw you around a little he would. But he would always be sweet about it. You want him to call you mean names? Okay, but you’re still his baby, and he’ll make sure you always know. 
“Minho, I’m—I-I can’t—” 
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “Oh, it’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” 
You whimpered, moving your hips a little. “N-No, I…” 
“It’s not hard? Then why aren’t you moving?” He raised an eyebrow at you. 
“Sh-shut up, asshole,” you mumbled, trying to move your hips and prove him wrong. He squeezed your hips, holding you still. 
“What did you call me?” 
You blinked slowly and then your eyes widened and you shook your head. “I-I didn’t mean to, Min, I’m sorry.” 
“Mm,” he hummed and his grip loosened. That seemed to be enough for him. Maybe he was as desperate for you as you were for him. 
You were grinding more consistently against him and he was helping you. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck. “Missed you. Missed this. Can you please come home more?”
His heart felt like it was breaking—actually breaking. He hadn’t realized just how much his absence had been affecting you too. He hadn’t meant for it to get like this. He loved you. He just wanted to work hard so he could give you the life you deserved—so you could be happy. He realized, though, that you were always happiest when you were in each other’s arms. 
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, throwing his head back a little and rutting his hips into you. “‘M sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you sad. Gonna come home earlier, okay?” 
“Okay,” you nodded against him. You couldn’t think straight. You were panting as you got closer and closer to your high. Minho was close too. You could tell because he was having a harder time holding back and letting you do all the work. 
“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” You whined in response and he brushed some of your hair out of your face, watching you with that fondness reserved just for you. He smiled a little. “God, me too. Cum with me?” 
“‘K-Kay,” you gasped, moving desperately. “I’m cumming, Min—”
He groaned into your hair, holding you impossibly close to him as you finished together. You collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. His hand stroked up and down your back. “Let’s go home now, yeah? Let me make you feel good in our bed.” 
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. “Please take me home.” 
“Okay, sweetheart. We’re going home now.”
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𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ★ ─── @l3visbby @jisungsdaydreamer @felinows
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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OMG KANA. OMG I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE YOU’D COME BACK BC I’D BEEN SO INACTIVE HI BBY
hehehe i know we already messaged back and forth a bit but yes hiiiii <3333 i am happy to be back & i'm glad to have reconnected :,)
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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I'll keep this little series rolling then! >:)
I think Binnie would be oddly proud of getting flustered? He absolutely giggles his little babygirl giggle, but also makes sure you see it as well... "You're looking right? See how good you make me feel? That's all you baby, I love you<3"
He'd probably be such a sweetie too, like 'yeah, I love you so much I literally turn red seeing you' type of guy💞 Oh Binnie boo...😣❤️
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okay woah i wrote this in google docs and did not realize how long it was OOPS.
changbin knows the effect he has on you—obviously. but he, of course, also is acutely aware of the effect you have on him. you both know it doesn’t take much for you to rile him up and fluster him. and lots of guys would try so hard to hide that, but not changbin. you love that about him. it only makes you want to fluster him all the time. 
it’s sort of a mutual flustering, honestly. changbin always claims that if you can dish it out, you can take it yourself. if you’re flustering him, he’s doing it right back. one of your favorite ways (and his) to fluster him was commenting about how red he always got when he fucked you. and about how pink his ears and cheeks went when you teased him. 
which is where you are now, in his lap, hands on his chest as the dark flush spreads across his skin—his chest and face and ears. he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face as he helps you bounce on his dick. “oh, look at you. so cute when you fall apart on my cock.”
“i’m not the only one f-falling apart, fuck,” you choke out, eyes squeezing shut before fluttering open and looking over the expanse of his skin. 
he grins at that, giggling a little, hands still on your hips. “yeah? i am. you know i am. mm, do you see how much you turn me on? how good you make me feel? you’re looking, right? watching how red i get all because of you? god, i love you so much.” 
“l-love you too,” you whimper, leaning your head against his shoulder. “love how your body can’t help but react to me. love how you never get shy about it. you’re so perfect.” 
“tell me something i don’t know.” 
you slap him on the arm a little. “oh, stop.” 
“you like it.” 
“yeah,” you gasp as he nudges that perfect place inside of you. “yeah, i do.” 
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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bbujiikseu · 3 months
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My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.
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