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i don't think you understand i'm in desperate need of some more OF!mattsun he's got me in a chokehold i don't think i'm going to live any longer (also i love your work you're such an inspiration mwah 😚😚)

18+

it’s been weeks since you realized your favorite, guilty pleasure onlyfans content creator is none other than your best friend—by way of the video he uploaded jerking off with your panties.

you haven’t said anything, not yet.

not when the panties keep appearing on matsukawa’s feed every few days, washed and waiting to be covered in more cum as he fucks into them again and again.

not when you keep rewatching those videos on a loop as you touch yourself to them every night.

but an opportunity to do something presents itself late one evening when a drinking game with seijoh 4 steers itself into lewd territory (you’ve known them all long enough that it’s not surprising by any means).

“alright, everyone say what you think the hottest underrated kink is or take a shot,” makki declares.

“when guys cum in their pants,” you tell them, shrugging when oikawa makes a face.

“that’s so messy.”

your gaze slides over matsukawa casually enough to be considered a coincidence. “that’s the point.”

but it’s matsukawa’s answer that sets you on a path of determination the next evening—

“girls who are into pillow humping.”

two weeks, twenty-five videos, and nearly seven hundred new subscribers later, your phone lights up at 2:35 AM with a notification.

You have a new fan! MK has subscribed to your OnlyFans profile.

you bite your bottom lip.

you’ll give issei a couple weeks to masturbate his way through your content.

(he seems to like the videos you shoot from the back best, the ones with your back arched and your ass out and your slick, swollen folds spread on display as you whimper and moan and hump the corner of the pillow until it’s soaking wet when you come all over it.)

you’ve set up your room and the framing so that there’s no way he can tell it’s you in the videos.

(and so that nobody can see you’re masturbating to his videos while you’re filming.)

you’ll tell him. eventually.

(probably by humping a pillow while wearing an old t-shirt that you’ve stolen from him. one he’s sure to recognize.)

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The Catch

This is sort of a prologue to 'An Artists Eye'. It uses the same way of meeting/Élise and Bellec are still alive, but reading the previous fic is not necessary! This is supposed to be after the game (but obviously a different ending), it more so came out as a completly different timeline- what the hell it's fiction anyway

Arno offers to show you around the hidden assassin base below Cafe Theatre. He also offers a risky sexual time in a small, curtain-drawn study in the archives.

Warnings/Tags: Google translated French, GN reader (no descriptions listed), oral sex/blowjob, risky sex, getting caught, probably ooc Axeman but IDK anything about him (he 'flirts' with you).

Word Count: 3.4k (rounded up)

AO3 LINK: Here

Enjoy.

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Arno Dorian was a man of many suits. He drank like a monster, risked his life daily in more ways than one, and fought like a madman. But, he was an attentive lover. Caring and somewhat good-natured when it came to you.

You were wary of Arno's regular disappearances and injuries once you started dating him, perhaps a little more worried than a normal partner would be. You weren't sure if his gambling was getting him into fistfights or if he got into one too many scraps with local drunks, but you could never recall a time when he didn't come back to you unharmed. 

At first, you’d thought him a thief or maybe a smuggler. To your surprise, he was neither (or both) but an assassin. You laughed at him then, giving him a look of disbelief, but when he stayed stone-faced, your look of humor soon turned into panic. 

“Arno,” you had said, “you cannot be serious. An assassin?” He gave you a slight smirk that you can still picture perfectly today and took your hands in his. “Yes, an assassin. I’ve been one since I was twenty-two.” He said it so plainly that there was no other truth besides that- a killer. You weren’t scared, though, and perhaps you should have been. You trusted him not to get himself captured or, worse, killed. 

Despite your trust, he did come home wounded quite often. The unexplained injuries suddenly made a lot more sense, especially the stab and slash marks from a sword--and, god forbid, a bullet hole once in a blue moon. While you weren’t thrilled about becoming skilled at suturing your lover, you got exceptionally good at it. In return, Arno affectionately called you ‘mon infirmière.’

My nurse.

“Arno,” you sighed nervously while threading a needle. “You know that you’re supposed to stick them with your sword, not be stuck by their sword, right?” He laughed and winced after, fists clenching at the two-centimeter-deep slash wound on his right side. “Oui, mon amour, I’m well aware. Sometimes, it’s a bit difficult while fighting three people at the same time.” You side-eye him then, tutting. “I have you, though, mon infirmière. You are much more gentler than Elise and not as scrutinizing.” 

You also missed him a lot, even when he was right beside you. The constant fear that he might one day leave and never come back haunted you.  Every time he returned in the dead of the night, you couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. You would thank him, your voice barely audible as he quietly removed his boots, careful not to disturb your sleep. 

It’s been six months since you’ve started dating Arno. Your worry decreased dramatically during that time. Partially because the longest missions Arno’s been on are only a few days to a week at most, partially because he’d always spend a day or two before that mission with you doing things he’d know would quell your stress. This time, though, he’d be traveling to Toulouse for three weeks: six hundred and seventy-eight kilometers, a day and a half carriage ride away.

Arno was going to leave in two days, and he had been spending time with you in between the preparations. You sat in a chair by the fire, scribbling around your sketchbook. Arno was gone—probably below Cafe Theatre or in the study—the only thing keeping you company was the gentle crackling of the flames and the songbirds chirping outside in the terrace garden. Summer was coming to its final stretch and starting to transition into fall. Leaves were turning into gorgeous shades of red and orange, the temperature just warm enough to leave without a coat, and the apple trees were blooming to make the perfect apple cider. 

A beautiful time of growth and change, and you’d be experiencing it with mostly Elise and your best friend (not that you had anything against Elise or your best friend; you did love them, but something about fall was so romantic). 

“Mon amour,” a disembodied voice said, “what are you drawing?” His hands rested on your shoulders, squeezing lovingly before he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.  “Eurasian jays,” you replied, moving your gaze from the crisp paper to your lover. He stole a chaste kiss and looked at your page of elegantly drawn birds. Arno recognized them as the bird that stole a piece of your bread a few months back, a smile drawing to his face. 

Arno sighed through his nose. “How are you?” he asked, his voice ever more soothing at this peaceful moment. “Alright. How is your work going? Are you still leaving in two days?” His slight noise had confirmed, although he did not speak, and he moved one of his hands down, carefully taking your sketchpad away and setting it down on the table next to the chair. 

“I have something that might put your mind at ease during my mission,” Arno said softly. “The Council has permitted you to visit our headquarters. You can meet my mentor and our fellow assassins. While you can't go there alone, I thought it might comfort you to see where I spend my time.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, quickly taking his hand as he helped you stand.

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I weren’t certain,” he replied, reassuringly smiling. “There aren’t many people there right now, maybe my mentor or a few friends. We could go now if you’d like?” You chewed your lip briefly, pretending to ponder before nodding. “Alright, let’s go.”

Arno led you down the familiar hallways of Cafe Theatre, but this time, he stopped at a spot you had never taken much notice of before. With an odd-looking key that you’ve never seen before slotted into the lock, the dark wooden door swung open with a quiet groan. Inside was a dimly lit staircase that descended into a stone hallway with a red rug lining the middle.  “This way,” he said, taking your hand as he guided you into the dimly lit corridor.

The passage trailed downward, the air growing cooler and damper as you descended. The walls were lined with old, worn stone, and the faint scent of old books and earth made up the air. Arno walked with the confidence of a man who’d traversed these halls too many times to count, his gloved fingertips brushing against the bricks while his arm that didn’t wield the blade held your hand. 

Eventually, you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. The hallway was much grander than you had seen from the top of the stairs--curtains framing big paintings of what you assumed were important figures in the assassin world, numerous pedestals holding silver or iron statues, and a large red tapestry with a white emblem on it hanging from the tall ceilings, the Creed’s sigil. The room was illuminated by torches mounted on the walls, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced over Arno’s face and shadowed a beautiful gleam on him. 

Once the hallway ended, there was a room containing a long table surrounded by haphazardly pushed-in chairs. On all four sides of the room was another hallway, but the one in front of you led into a vast room resembling a courtroom. It was no less magnificent than the hallways—possibly a little more—such as the oak table covered in various maps and documents and the walls lined with weapons and other neatly organized tools of the trade. 

Arno turns to you with a gentle smile, speaking in a tone that feels a little too loud for the setting, “This is where I spend much of my time when I’m not with you. It’s not much, but it’s home.” 

You took in your surroundings with a deep breath. There was a strange comfort, as well as uncertainty and awe, seeing where Arno lived most of his life. You had talked about seeing the creed’s hideout when you first found out about his position, and honestly, what you saw now was not what you envisioned in your mind. When you think of Assassin, you think of torturing and other dark things. While you were sure it did happen, there was no hint of it here. 

True to his word, there weren’t many people in the hideout. In fact, there wasn’t a soul around. “Is it normal for there not to be people?” You ask, looking at Arno as he wraps an arm around your waist. “No. Usually, there are many people, but most of us are out on missions, and the council is out on a meeting with-” “Arno!” 

“Axeman, mon ami!” 

You turned your head to the right to see a man walking towards you, an axe strapped on his back. You rolled your eyes playfully at the ‘clever’ name of his friend. Axeman slapped his hand on Arno’s shoulder in a hello, his brown eyes meeting yours. “And half of us thought you made them up,” he jests, sticking his hand out for you to take and gently kissing the back of your hand. “How could I make someone so great up?” Arno smiles, and his arm briefly squeezes you closer. 

Axeman chuckles while running a hand through his pushed-back brown hair. “As much as I’d like to stay and chat with your lovely partner, I do have a mission to get to.” He gives you a small smile and Arno a playful smack again, turning to walk the way you came in. “Bellec’s around, so be on your best behavior.” 

Once his buddy left, your lover turned to you, giving you a frisky smirk. “Let me give you a tour,” Arno grabbed your hand again with a slight squeeze and led you deeper into the underground hideout, his hand warm even through the worn leather glove. “This way,” Arno said, pulling you to the left hallway. This passage was thinner than the others and dimly lit by candelabras placed every five feet, occasional carvings etched into the stone walls between large pillars. Large wooden doors started after the fourth pillar, and Arno took you to the second one on the right side, swinging open the heavy door and nodding you inside. 

“This is the main training room.” He gestured with a flourish, letting you step inside and look around. The space was huge, with mats covering the floor. Wooden dummies and targets lined two of the four walls, some riddled with throwing knives and arrows, some looking so broken it was just remembrance of rough training. Three assassins were sparring, one sitting down to the side drinking water and two practicing their knife skills. 

“Care for a quick lesson?” He teased, knowing full well that you weren’t one for battling people, instead gnats or annoying flies that buzzed around. “Maybe later,” you replied with a grin, “What’s next?” 

He followed you out and closed the door behind him, leading you across the hall into the next door. “Here is the armory.” The room opened to reveal wooden walls lined with weapons of every kind: swords, daggers, pistols, rifles, smoke bombs, bomb bombs, and, of course, things to maintain the hidden blade. Each was meticulously maintained and ready for action. “Most of us have our preferred weapons, so this is mainly for recruits or people who have lost a weapon. Pick any weapon, and it’ll have a story,” Arno said, following you inside.

His fingers brushed an ornate-looking sword, the beautiful engraving on the blade glinting in the candlelight. You reached out, touching a dagger with an intricate hilt next to the sword Arno was looking at. “What about this one?”

“Ah, that belonged to Thomas de Carneillon, an assassin in the 13th and 14th century,” Arno explained, “he tried to steal a sword of Eden, the same one that killed Germaine.” He gives you an inquisitive look and lets you wander around the round room, watching as you observe the weapons with a curiosity that makes his stomach twinge in an absurd kind of attractiveness. 

Once you circle the room and return to Arno, he offers his hand again and leads you out of the room and deeper into the hallway. “You’ll love this,” he assures, motioning towards the end of the hallway where a huge arch opened up to a library. “This is the south archive,” he said, smiling at your giddy smile. 

It smelled like old parchment, ink, and worn leather-bound books, a scent that engrained itself in your brain. Shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls, and books lined the walls, going up to the ceiling where a giant metal chandelier hung. Maroon velvet curtains lined the arch, and when you slipped into the library, you didn’t notice Arno tugging the golden rope that held them back. The drapes made a soft noise as they closed, dimming the room just the slightest bit, and Arno watched as your fingers trailed over the spines of the books. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured. “You said that this is the South archive?” Arno hummed a ‘yes,’ coming up behind you as you pulled one of the smaller books off the shelf. He wrapped his arms around your hips and kissed your temple, scanning the book you opened. “This library isn’t the biggest one here, but this one is always empty, perfect for us.” 

Arno watched the trail of your fingertips against the worn paper, gentle like your fingers when you trail them over Arno’s back. His eyes followed your hand as you turned the page, forefinger and thumb pinching the page like when you pinch your nipple while he’s fingering you. He should not be turned on right now. 

“Arno,” you said, head turning to look at your lover behind you. His eyes caught yours, your pretty eyes that always glistened right before you orgasmed, and right then, he made up his mind. Before you could speak again, Arno had pressed his lips against your soft ones, maybe just a little too roughly, the leather of the book in your hands creaking with how hard you gripped it. 

His hand grabbed the book from your hands and placed it back on the shelf with a little bit of struggle. Nipping your bottom lip, Arno’s hands gripped your hips and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He tasted like wine and something sweet--something him-- and god, you’d be lying if it wasn’t intoxicating for the both of you. When you did pull away, a slim bridge of saliva connected your lips and snapped when he licked his. You were suddenly very aware of the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into--his erection pressed into your behind and his needy hands wandering your body.

“We’re in the base,” you un-needily whispered, sucking in a small breath as his lips moved to your jaw and pressed a kiss just behind your jawbone. “Oui, but we are alone. No one is near us, and we’ll be quiet.” You shakily breathed as he continued to kiss along the side of your neck and fuck; if the thought of risk didn’t set a throbbing between your legs, you weren’t sure what did. 

With an enthusiastic nod, Arno grabbed your hand and pulled you to one of the curtain-drawn study rooms off to the side. As he did with the entrance to the archive, Arno pulled the rope holding the drapes back off and dropped it to the floor. The ambient candlelight under the curtains, the only light in the ‘private’ study room, set a surprisingly intimate aura as Arno’s hand cups the side of your face and kisses you again. This one was headier, making your mind swim as his other hand grabbed your butt, pushing your hips into his. 

Your hands that had been resting on his shoulders slipped down his chest and to his belt, one palming his obvious arousal and the other fiddling with the belt buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hips chasing your hand as you moved it up to help undo the buckle. His hands joined yours in a messy struggle, and once his belt was undone, you immediately sank to your knees. 

Arno swore--a short, breathy ‘merde’ that sent every single ounce of blood that was in your brain rushing south, and with that blood came a fleeting thought of how easy it was to get you to suck him off in a place with people. It wasn’t the first time that you had sexual interactions in a public place--far from it--but it was the first time that you’d be on the giving end. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head as your fingers unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down with his undergarments just to free his cock. Even in the darkness, you could tell that he was fully hard, your hand that didn’t rest on his hip coming to stroke him teasingly slow. Your thumb swiped over his tip that dribbled precum, and his hips twitched with a soft groan that was nothing short of heavenly. 

You softly pressed your lips against his head and trailed them down his shaft, letting your spit dribble against his heated skin and slicking him up with your hand. His quiet groans and the schlick of your hand made up the space--an erotic opera--and finally, your lips slipped around his tip and gently sucked. “Dieu, fuck, don’t stop,” Arno groaned, hips rocking in time with the drawls and push of your head. After enough saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock you took him deeper in just so the head of his cock was resting against the back of your tongue. 

Arno moved both of his hands to the side of your head and gently held you in place, his thumbs stroking over your cheekbones, and he began to thrust into your mouth. At first, his thrusts were shallow, but as your hands came to his thighs once again, Arno gave a chuckle and picked up his pace. You slid your tongue against the underside of him, and he let out a groan, one that was a little too loud. “Good job, mon amour, good job…” 

No matter how many times you took him in any way, there was never a time where he failed to make you so painfully aroused. 

“Suck,” Arno said, stopping his movements rather deep inside the constrictive heat of your throat and petting your head. And just like he said, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. His head thudded against the wall he had his back rested on, and, oh, that groan. Primal and needy and wanting in every sinful way known to man. “S'il vous plaît, continuez, putain, juste comme ça. Tu me prends si bien- si bien, fuck!”

His fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the strands, holding them tight as he rocked against your mouth. Arno was so, so close, you just needed to suck a little harder and-

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARNO?!” 

You immediately pull off of Arno, who seems equally surprised but, strangely enough, not embarrassed. You wiped the back of your mouth with your hand and turned around, face mortified at the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. He shook his head and turned around, letting the curtain fall behind him, and you could still tell he was outside due to the shadow from under the drapes. Arno haphazardly tucked himself back into his pants and offered you a hand up off the ground. When he pulled you up, you gave him a look, one that said Arno, are you fucking kidding me? but all he did was chuckle and step out of the study. 

“Désolé, Bellec.” Your lover said, utterly unphased by the fact you had just been caught in a very precarious and intimate moment, and you heard a sigh from not Arno. “You never fail to amaze me, pisspot,” The man- Bellec- laughed. 

You stood in the study for a good fifteen minutes with your face aflame, too embarrassed to even walk out of the hideout. 

Thankfully the second meeting with Bellec was not when you were sucking Arno off and instead over wine (that doesn’t mean you weren’t a hot-faced mess with an embarrassed smile on your face throughout the whole thing, though). 

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Woe, more Buggy fic be upon Ye

This one clocked in at just over 7k words and I’m sweating

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wet dreams - Zoro

🍃staring. Zoro Roronoa x afab!Reader

⚔️ preview. The swordsman feels like a teenager again. His body has never reacted like this to anyone, not even close. It's been years since he had wet dreams, and now they're coming in, hot, heavy, and nearly nightly.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, wet dreams, hand job, blow job, dirty talk, praise, exhibitionism (sex outside in the Crowsnest), cum play/swallowing, fingering, mutual masturbation, multiple reader orgasms, big dick zoro, fingering, overstim, mutual orgasm, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel.

🔫 rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I wc. 3.7k

⚔️ aus. One Piece Live Action, pwp, acquaintances to lovers, etc…

🍀 mlist + an. I showed Sanji and Mihawk some love so I figured I might as well adore my big three and make it a full set with Zoro.

Zoro is exhausted. His body feels heavy as he lumbers around the ship, his footfalls a little too loud on the wooden deck. His eyes are practically shutting on their own, but he resists the need to nap.

He's been having problems lately... when he sleeps.

While he's able to keep himself mostly in check around you during his waking hours, his mind - and body - have been betraying him in dreamland.

He's woken up five nights this week with the soft sounds of your moans etched into his memory and his pants ruined with the sticky truth about his feelings for you.

Naps had once been a time of rest, but Zoro has been anything but restful since Luffy convinced you to join the crew two weeks ago.

Zoro hates feeling like he's not in control. He hates the way you seem so real in his mind's eye, only for him to wake up and watch you acting completely indifferently toward him- as if he didn't just watch you go down on his cock in explicit detail- as if he didn't just try to fuck you so hard you couldn't even walk-

Being around you is something like torture. His tongue gets tied, his heart races, and he's unable to hold a conversation with you about anything unrelated to piracy... and even then, he stumbles over his words and gets frustrated with himself.

You're just too beautiful.

The swordsman feels like a teenager again. His body has never reacted like this to anyone, not even close. It's been years since he had wet dreams, and now they're coming in, hot, heavy, and nearly nightly.

He does his best to be the last to go to bed, out of fear that someone will walk in while he's sleeping and hear his problem, hell, he wouldn't be shocked if they could even see it.

It's not even midday and Zoro feels like death. It doesn't help that it's hot out. The wind feels practically nonexistent. Everything is stale, sweaty, and full of tension. Even Sanji, who usually dresses in formalwear, has stripped himself of his button-up, opting for an undershirt instead.

Then there's you. Your shorts don't leave much to the imagination, and Zoro has to tear his gaze off of you every time you get within his line of sight. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants anytime you're nearby- anytime your soft scent lingers in the air when you walk past.

"You look like shit."

Zoro sighs at Sanji's words, refusing to look at the chef who's come to lean on the rail next to him, staring out at the sea.

"I mean it. And I'm not trying to be a dick, but seriously moss head, you look like you need some rest," Sanji presses on. "When was the last time you had one of your famous Roronoa naps?"

"I wasn't aware they were famous," Zoro sighs, this conversation is making him even more tired.

"We all know you get a little scratchy without your beauty sleep," Sanji smirks. "Go on, get some rest. It's a shit day, and it will be even more shit if you're in a bad mood. I'll wake you up for dinner."

Usually, Zoro wouldn't do anything Sanji suggests, he wouldn't even entertain it- but the idea of a nap is having a visceral effect on him. He's reminded of the exhaustion that's overtaken him, and the harsh sun is only making things worse.

Zoro lets out a deep breath. "I guess I could use a little shut-eye."

You let out a loud whimper as Zoro drags his tongue across your neck, holding you close on the deck of the ship. Above, the stars are twinkling, but to the swordsman, all that matters is you. He can hardly see anything else, his mind completely blank except for the feeling of your hand stroking his cock.

"I need more," you tell him, applying just the right amount of pressure.

He's tried dissuading you from sucking his cock, but you're absolutely insatiable for him. Stroking isn't enough, and the promise of filling you up all nice and snug doesn't satisfy you either- no, you want him in your mouth, and you're very verbal about it.

Who is Zoro to deny you?

With a sigh, he agrees, and you sink to your knees immediately.

God, you look beautiful like this.

Your thumb strokes the head of his cock, rubbing through precum as you bring your mouth closer.

You're always a bit of a tease, licking at him gently, pumping his shaft. Zoro can't help but release a small groan, eyes fixed on you, waiting.

When you finally take him into your mouth, Zoro moans, his head lolling back as he enjoys the feeling.

"That's it, angel," he tells you, reaching down to grab at your head, helping you find a rhythm. "Just like that."

You take him so deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat much too easily. The feeling of you choking around him has Zoro's abdomen clenching, and a familiar sensation is growing in his balls-

It's as if you can read his mind, your hand snaking up to massage his most sensitive area while you continue practically gagging yourself on his cock.

The sound is absolutely obscene, and Zoro's never heard anything so pretty.

"If you keep sucking like that, I'm going to cum," he warns you, wanting to hold out to finish in your perfect, needy little cunt-

The way you suck on him even harder makes Zoro think you want him to cum. You want him to release down your throat, want to swallow him up like the good girl you are.

Again, who is Zoro to deny you?

"Fuck, angel," he groans, orgasm rising even faster. "You're always so good for me."

You whimper loudly around his cock, stroking your tongue along the vein that runs the underside of his length while squeezing his balls, and that's all it takes for him to cum.

He lets out a grunt as he shoots his load down your awaiting throat, his brows knitted together in concentration and something close to overstimulation. He whispers your name, over and over like a mantra while you suck him dry, eager for every single drop he can give- you're his greedy little angel, and he loves you with every fiber of his being.

You pull off of him when he's done, staring up at him with eyes that reflect the stars above. Then, you stick out your tongue, proving to him that you'd swallowed all he had to give.

Zoro can't help but reach for you, lifting you back onto your feet so he can grab your face and press his lips against yours eagerly.

He treasures the moments you're in his arms, and there's something so satisfying about the salty taste on your tongue-

"Dinner!"

Zoro sits up so fast he nearly falls out of his hammock. His heart is thundering in his chest, and when his eyes quickly dart to the door, he sees that Sanji hadn't bothered to enter, only called out a word of warning.

Swallowing thickly, Zoro looks down at his pants. He can feel his cum, hot and sticky against his skin, his half-chubbed length angrily confined by pants.

Zoro's not sure who's more upset about being woken up from his dream, himself, or his cock.

Luffy has already gone through half the food by the time Zoro saunters into the dining area. The swordsman's eyes are downcast while he takes a seat next to the captain, and you're kind of glad for that- you want to watch him, but you doubt you'd be able to make eye contact with him right now.

Your skin tingles with the forbidden knowledge that you now have. Your mind keeps replaying the scene you'd walked in on not half an hour ago; Zoro, asleep, his brows knitted together, your name on his lips.

You hadn't stayed long upon finding him in that state, your skin too hot with the realization of what you'd just witnessed, and now, that fevered sensation returns.

You've always had a bit of a crush on Zoro, but you'd never in your wildest dreams imagined that it could be returned. Out of everyone on the ship, Zoro interacts with you the least. He practically avoids you, and you've just spent two weeks thinking he doesn't even like you-

No, this changes everything.

The man with green hair lifts his gaze, and your eyes meet momentarily, only for you to look away, skin flaring again. Your heart is practically beating out of your ribcage, and you can feel your panties sticking uncomfortably to your core.

You'll have to do something about this. You're not sure what- but... you definitely can't go much longer with this kind of unresolved tension. One dinner with a dripping pussy is enough.

You decide you'll have to confront Zoro, and something tells you that you'll thank God for doing so.

Once everyone is asleep, you slowly tiptoe out of the sleeping quarters. Zoro has been staying up late, keeping watch in the Crowsnest, and you feel like that's a perfect place to talk with him. There's no way he can escape... unless he jumps into the ocean and risks his life- but you don't think it will come to that... or at least, you hope it doesn't.

Carefully climbing the ladder, you think of all the things you can say to him. You're not sure where to even begin, and as you make it to the top, poking your head through the manhole to stare at Zoro's broad shoulders, all the words you'd planned slip your mind.

He hasn't noticed you yet, and it takes closing the ladder cover for him to finally hear you, whipping around with his hand reaching for one of his blades.

Zoro freezes. You both do.

Then his hand drops to his side. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought..." you bite at your lip, "I thought you might want some company."

He gives you a quick once over, then turns to look out at the sea again. "I'm good."

"Why do you act like you hate me so much?" you sigh, ignoring his dismissal and moving to join him.

"I don't act like I hate you."

"You hardly talk to me."

"I'm not a big talker."

You let out another exasperated sigh. There's some truth in what he's just said. "Then I'll talk."

"Go ahead."

Staring out at the sea, you're once again at a loss for what to say. After a few moments of silence, you decide to just... put it all on the table. "I walked in while you were napping earlier."

Zoro goes rigid next to you.

"What were you dreaming about?"

He's quiet, then he turns to look at you. "Sword fighting."

"I didn't think you'd actually lie to me," you frown.

"Who says I'm lying?"

"I just- I don't think sword fighting would lead to you moaning my name over and over."

Zoro looks out at the sea again. "You must think I'm some kind of pervert."

"Trust me, I don't," you assure him. "I'm kind of curious about what we were doing in your dream."

He sneaks a glance at you, and there's a hint of a smile that curls onto his pretty lips. "Yeah?"

You nod. "Maybe... maybe I've been having 'sword fighting' dreams too. We could... compare notes, or something."

Zoro lets out a laugh, shaking his head. The chuckle dies down into a groan. "Fuck." He grips the railing tighter, taking a deep breath. "You really wanna know what we were doing in my dream?"

"Yes, please."

The swordsman turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You were down on your knees, sucking the fucking soul out of my cock."

If your panties hadn't been ruined at dinner, they're definitely ruined now. "I was?"

"Uh huh. You were begging for it. Begging for every last drop."

Your mouth practically waters at the idea. "And did you give it to me?"

"Of course I did," he says softly, scanning your face. "How could I not?"

"Should we..." Your skin heats at the words about to come out of your mouth, "Can we make that dream real?"

Zoro sucks in a shaky breath. "I think I have a better idea."

"A better idea than me sucking your cock?" You're shocked.

"You're always so good to me in my dreams, maybe I want to be good to you."

Your pussy throbs at the insinuation of what he's saying. Most men would jump at the chance to have your mouth around them, but it looks like tonight, the swordsman wants to be the one pleasuring you-

He's just like the Zoro from your wet dreams, and you have a suspicion that when it gets down to it, he'll be even better.

You can't help yourself any longer, you practically launch your body at him, throwing your arms around his strong shoulders while his hands catch you. Your lips meet as if it's the most natural thing in the world, a soft groan escaping him when you swipe your tongue across his mouth, already eager for entrance.

The kiss deepens, and his hands grip you tighter, pulling you flush to his chest. It feels absolutely insane to be actually doing this in your waking hours- nothing your mind could conjure up compares to the real Zoro-

You can feel his cock already pressing against your hip and it makes you whine loudly, shoving your hand between your bodies to cup him through his pants. He's as big as you imagined he would be, and your pussy flutters with interest.

"Zoro-" you whimper, already needing more.

You've been waiting too long for this, for him-

He groans. "Say that again."

One of his hands joins yours between your bodies, but his slips under the waistband of your shorts, deft fingers rubbing you through your panties.

"Fuck, angel, you're already soaked-"

"Zoro!" you moan, louder this time.

"Tell me you want my fingers."

"God, I need them," you gasp when he leans in, pressing kisses and tracing his tongue along your throat. "I need you inside of me- any of you, I just- I need you!"

"Good girl," he says smoothly, pushing your panties to the side.

His fingers make contact with your dripping cunt, and he teases your pussy lips, just dipping inside enough to coat his skin before he circles your clit.

You cry out, squeezing his cock harder-

"Enough of that," Zoro practically slaps your hand away from him. "Tonight is about you. Let it be about you."

"Fuck, you're too nice to me-"

"Trust me, you deserve it." His fingers sink into your pussy and you moan loudly, leaning forward to begin peppering his own throat in kisses. You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping him close as he begins pumping his digits in and out of your wet core.

You can already hear yourself- the sick squelching of your pussy as he works you open. His palm rubs against your clit, creating a delightful pressure that has your legs shaking and your toes curling.

"You sound so pretty."

Who knew he'd be such a sweet talker.

In the exhibitionistic privacy of the Crowsnest, with the crew sleeping soundly below, Zoro is showing you his true colors, and you couldn't be happier.

No one has touched you like this in too long- but then again, has anyone ever actually touched you like this?

You can't believe how close you already are to cumming. Your skin tingles and you moan louder against his neck, moving your mouth up to suckle on his earlobe.

Zoro groans, and the sound goes straight to your aching core.

"Close already?"

All you can manage is a nod, your eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure of his fingers pumping into your wet hole. "Please-"

"You can cum for me," he tells you. "I wanna hear it."

You can hardly even stand on your own. If it weren't for his strong form, steady under your grip, you're sure you'd be falling. His free palm is on the small of your back, keeping you snug to his front while his fingers work you closer and closer-

"Zoro," you whimper again, feeling tears in your eyes from how tight the coil in your stomach has grown.

"Be a good girl and let go for me. Come on, I know you can do it."

You let out a strangled half sob as your high slams into you. Your entire body tingles with electric energy as your core clamps onto his fingers, which continue inside of you, working you through your orgasm. You shake against him, digging your nails into his shoulders while you whimper and moan, lips pressed to his throat.

"That's it," he praises you, a steady guide through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

You nearly black out, only for his fingers to slow inside of you, drawing you back into your body. Zoro removes his hand from your pants, and you listen to him suck his digits clean, letting out a small groan at your taste.

"Can I lay you down?" he asks next, tone gentle.

You nod, unable to speak. Zoro softly helps you onto the wooden floor of the small Crowsnest, staring at you with dark eyes that seem to sparkle in the moonlight.

He slowly undresses you, watching as you lift your hips to help him remove your shorts. Your shirt and bra are next, and he's careful to set them nearby before removing his own clothing.

"You still want to do this?" he asks.

"There's nothing I want more."

Once he's naked, Zoro gets between your thighs, holding himself over you while you wrap your legs around his hips. You grab at his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss.

His hard cock is too enticing for you not to touch, and soon, you're gripping it while your tongues battle. His moans are music to your ears, and you swipe your thumb over the head of his length to smear his skin with precum.

"You know-" he swallows thickly. "After today, after watching you cum on my fingers, I might not last that long."

"That's okay, I won't last long either." Your pussy is already aching for him again, and from the way his cock twitches in your hand, you know he's as into this as you are. "Just fuck me Zoro, please."

He kisses you deeply, allowing you to guide him to your wet hole.

He's big, but you're soaked, and slipping into you is much too easy. He sinks all the way in, his hips flush to yours when he bottoms out. You moan into each other's mouths, and you grab his face, wanting to keep his lips on yours as he begins to thrust into you.

"Fuck, Zoro, it's so good-" you whimper, pussy clenching tightly around him to earn another sound of appreciation.

"Angel, you're fucking perfect," he agrees, pace already quickening.

The sound of skin on skin fills the night air. You open your eyes, looking up at the moon and stars. It feels natural to be with him like this, under the watchful eye of the heavens-

Your nails dig into his shoulders when his hand adjusts your thigh on his hip. He drives deeper into your wet hole, and each thrust has your head spinning.

You can feel him everywhere, and it's the first time you've ever really felt full, complete.

"Zoro," you whisper, gaining his attention as you draw his lips back to your own.

You get lost in him. His cock is filling you perfectly, and his lips feel like they were made to be on your own.

That familiar tightening in your lower abdomen builds much too fast, and each thrust has Zoro grunting and moaning even louder-

"Fuck, angel, I'm close-"

"Me too," you assure him, pressing your forehead to his own and staring into his eyes. "You'll cum with me, right?"

He can only nod as you slip your hand between your bodies, fingers rubbing your sensitive clit-

Your core tightens even more around his thick length and Zoro lets out a deep moan-

"Shit," he mutters, "where should I cum?"

"Inside," you insist. "Cum inside, I'm on birth control, please, I want it, I need it-"

Zoro's hand balls into a fist on the wooden plank by your head, and he groans. "Can't wait-"

"Me neither," you whisper, eyes closing as the feeling ravages your body, "Cumming-"

Zoro buries his face against your throat as you both reach your highs. You can feel him painting your inner walls, making you even more full than you already are with his cock- it's the most delightful feeling.

Your toes curl as he fucks you through it all, his pace even harder than before, if not a bit erratic. The sounds he's making will be something you never forget, and you cling to him like a lifeline, tracing his muscular shoulders and gasping-

It's as if your orgasm lasts ages, and when Zoro's motions finally begin to slow, it's hard to even catch your breath.

He begins to press kisses along your throat again, working his way to your ear, and then your mouth.

You can't help but grin into each soft press of his lips against your own.

"You look happy," he muses.

"That's because I am. Are you happy?"

"Very."

Your smile widens. "So we're done not talking and pretending to be indifferent to each other, right?"

"Completely done."

"Good, because I don't think I could go back to that."

"Me neither," he admits.

"I like you a lot."

Zoro presses another soft kiss to your lips, his pretty eyes twinkling with emotion in a way you've never seen from the swordsman. "I like you too."

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Hello there!

I’ve been posting small fics on ao3 for the first time in literally a decade, all thanks to OPLA hauling my ass into a creative writing frenzy. So far I have Buggy (*:･ﾟ✧ BUGGY?! *:･ﾟ✧💕💞💖) and Mihawk and honestly, there are some plans for more. They’re all xReader and I don’t use y/n or physically describe the reader, however they are AFAB in design. If I receive any requests, I’ll rewrite for AMAB persons!

Links to my fics on ao3 are imbedded into the titles below (*¯ ³¯*)♡

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Buggy (xReader)

The Sweets series, 16k+ words so far. I’m literally kicking my feet giggling for this clown. NSFW with a healthy dose of pathetic, mean and soft Buggy (in that order)

Welcome to the Crew, Sweets

The Official Welcome, Sweets

What’s your dream, Sweets

Dracule Mihawk (xReader)

7k words. This man has a pleasure kink and I truly do believe that. NSFW, we love a bit of knife play.

Fight or Flight

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The Smart Thing | JWW

You come home ready to sleep your stress off in the arms of your boyfriend, he seems to have other plans in mind. Ones that don't quite include rest.

›› Genre: Smut (legit just filth) ›› Rating: 18+ (explicit s-x) ›› Pairing: Wonwoo x f.Reader ›› Wordcount: 2.4k ›› Warnings: Fingering (f.rec), unprotected s-x (in a relationship, be safe) while half asleep, manhandling and holding her in place, Wonwoo's a bit of a tease, bit of crying, one (1) spank, petnames, praise, begging, cr-ampie, probably missed something. Ik it sounds similar to Mingyu's but trust it isn't fjdlsk ›› Mingyu ver. ›› This one was a bit of a struggle but I hope you guys like this as well. If you do, let me know!! <3 And again thanks to the lovely @homerunhansol for proofing this and giving me confidence

No matter how deep his slumber, Wonwoo always wakes at the feeling of your body hitting the bed. His hands cradle you better than the sheets, body providing warmth that soothes the exhaustion in your bones. Perhaps you don’t need sleep, just the feeling of him slotting his body against your back. The rumble in his chest when he hums against your neck, kisses down your shoulder. His presence provides the last thing you need to relax, to become pliant to his touch. Your eyes fall shut, sleep creeping up the edges of your consciousness. The same way his fingers inch under the fabric of your shirt. 

“You’re late,” Wonwoo breathes, voice roughened with sleep.

You let out a breathy chuckle. “T’was busy.” You’re barely audible, halfway to dreamland when you notice where his hands are going. Nimble fingers dancing along the crease of your breast, tongue darting out to taste your skin over your pulsepoint. “Wonwoo,” you warn.

He shushes you, lets his teeth sink into your earlobe. It has you swimming, the warm touch of his palm over your tits, nails teasing along your nipples. Quick sparks of pleasure keep you on the edge of sleep. The sleep that you very much needed and were craving for the past hours. And now that you’re here, comfortable between the sheets and your lover, you’re tempted to stay awake a bit longer. Just to see how far he’s willing to take this to jeopardise his own rest. 

You let out a soft moan when he tweaks your nipple, eyes fluttering shut, head sinking further into the pillow. He’s gentle with it—gentle with you. Any protest to go to sleep dies on your tongue. The way he’s playing you isn’t about him. He’s all over you. Kneads at your chest like he could mould you to his hands. You already are though. 

Moulded to the shape of him that is. The way you crane your head back to give him more space to kiss you. The perfect fit of your tits in his hands. The press of his leg between yours. He takes you apart so easily, wetness gathering against the cotton of your underwear. But none of it is enough to jolt you, barely enough to keep you awake. Awake enough to tell that he’s growing hard behind you, but not awake enough to do much about it. You’re in the most beautifully warm place. Swimming in arousal and cushioned by the precipice of sweet sleep.

“You’re so sexy like this,” he mumbles into your skin, hand sneaking down to feel how wet you are. It has him groaning, hot breath puffing against your skin. “So pliant for me.”

His words have your stomach clenching, a gush of wetness between your thighs. “Wonwoo,” you mumble, reaching a hand behind you to find the short hair at the nape of his neck. He turns into it, running his nose up your arm. “The smart thing to do would be to go to sleep.”

“I believe,” he starts, thumb pressing down over your clit over the fabric of your underwear, “the smart thing to do would be me.”

The words of rebuttal to his awful joke die on the back of your tongue when he grabs you tighter. He slides an arm under your neck, twisting it over your chest to pull you to him. You know this position, twist into him just as he wants with a leg spread over his hips. Give him full access to your body without as much of a word. You know what he wants, and you wouldn’t deny him. Because you’re well aware that it’ll be worth the time and lack of sleep.

Wonwoo wastes no time to slide his hand into your panties, fingers slipping between your wet folds and moaning at the feeling. Your entire body shivers, goosebumps from your neck to your fingers at his sounds. Your stomach clenches when his fingers circle your clit, then dip lower to slide into you. He knows you needed it, knew it better than you did, because you relax so easily at the feeling.  Your eyes once again fall shut, head tilting back over his shoulder. His mouth skims over your jaw, fingers still. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he whispers, breathy, on the cusp between a chuckle and a moan.

You smile. “‘Could.”

He hums, nuzzling into your cheek before pulling his fingers out. Then he slides them back in slowly, makes you feel every single knuckle that enters you. He repeats this over and over and over. Provides no additional stimulation but the achingly slow drag of his fingers inside your cunt and it’s so good it almost does lull you to sleep. Your breathing evening out, chest heavy under his palm, legs lax. Just him around you, warm breaths and gentle fingers. 

A sharp slap to your thigh wakes you up instantly. It stings, blooms warm over your skin when he palms over it. No words follow, but the message is clear. Don’t fall asleep. 

You tilt your hips with a whine, empty, aching. He smiles into your skin, knows that you need him now that he’s given you a taste. Crave him more than the heavy pull of sleep. Soon, he fills you again, fingers more firm in their presses now. Less teasing, more pleasure, sending warmth coiling up your spine. Sweet little moans fall from your lips. He eats it up, lips on the corner of your mouth. All while he strokes your insides just right, palm brushing your clit with every pass. 

Your lover moans when you twist, pressing your ass into his now very hard crotch. “Baby,” you whine, tilting your head towards him even more. He doesn’t respond, merely nudges your head back with his, hand tightening on your tit where he holds it. “Baby, please.” You know Wonwoo won’t give you anything if he doesn’t deem you ready, but perhaps sleep clouds him enough to give in to you. “Need you.” 

His fingers sound slick inside of you, your wetness gushing out when he presses in deep, palm flat to your body. He’s so deep, you swear you can feel him in your stomach and it’s not even his cock inside of you yet. He presses right where you need him, right where he knows you’ll fall apart for him. Rubbing hard, having you moan loud, clenching hard as if to suck his fingers in even deeper. His name falls from your lips, barely audible, barely coherent. Dumb from the battle between pleasure and exhaustion. 

“You want to cum?” Wonwoo asks, whispers it into your ear with a graze of his tongue to your skin. You’re not close yet, but he can have you fall over that edge in a matter of seconds if he so pleases. 

You nod and grab his wrist, pressing your cunt close to him. “Woo.” The words escape you. A hiccup breaking from your throat because you’re too far gone to tell him you need to cum on his cock. He twists his fingers in a way that is just a little mean. Your toes curl when he does it again, and again, “Wonwoo!” you cry out, grabbing his wrist harder yet rutting closer. Your whole body is thrumming. 

“What is it?” He says it so sweetly, follows you as you curl onto your side, spoons you. Your legs close on his hand, trap him in your heat. “You know what,” Wonwoo trails his words off, wrestling his hand out from between your thighs. “I’ll be nice.”

You huff, but comply and wait. He grabs his pillow and rolls you onto it, hips propped up just enough for him to position himself between your legs from behind. There’s a rustle of fabric, the tantalising feeling of his palm smoothing down your back, and then the familiar feeling of him dragging the head of his cock through your soaked folds. 

It has your entire body on edge, trying to lift your hips to his, anything to feel him. He shushes you again, presses your back down to the sheets. Mumbles something about how he’s got you, will take care of you, loves you, as he teases you. 

When he finally presses in, you whine. Your walls stretch to accommodate him, and he blankets his body with yours as he sinks deeper. Bottoms out, hips to your ass, hands beside your head searching for yours. Like he needs you for purchase too, fingers finding a home between yours while you grab at the sheets. Shaking under him. 

He groans your name into your ear when you clench down hard at the first thrust. The press of him inside of you is so delicious, so familiar—but this angle has always been so much more intense. You barely feel conscious at this point, swimming. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be doing any better, a deep curse falling from his lips when he pulls out and pushes back in all the way. Hips pressing so close to you to try and get that last inch in.  To get so deep you’ll feel him for days. Again, like he’s moulding you to the shape of him. 

You’d stay like this forever if you could. Hidden between your lover and the sheets. Slick sounds of your cunt sucking him in, him panting into your shoulder. He holds himself to you, the weight of him on top of you just right. As is everything. As he always is with you. And if he holds himself still for too long you will fall asleep to this. The warm pleasure of him filling you, the feeling of his heart beating against your back. You find yourself drifting, breaths evening out. 

“Stay with me, love.” Wonwoo doesn’t drag himself out of you, too lost in the feeling of being surrounded by your heat. Instead, he ruts himself against your body, providing friction that makes you whine sleepily. “I’m here,” he breathes, voice shaky with it all. Shaky like your body under his trying to process the pleasure coursing through you. 

Trying to find a way to get more—more of him. But he’s got you pinned. Body snug under his, hands intertwined, legs feeling like jello. He controls the pace, the depth, and thus how long this will go on for. How far he’s going to take this spiel, whether he’ll fuck you so slowly you can’t help but fall asleep, or he flips it and fucks you so hard you pass out. Both thoughts have your stomach coiling with arousal. 

One particularly hard thrust has your body jolting up the bed. His cock hitting you just right, just once. One warning until he’s back to slow grinding and heavy breathing. He kisses up and down your neck and shoulder while he enjoys your body laid out for him.

You need more.

“Woo,” you whine, high, high pitched and small. The pleasure bubbles up, his cock dragging along your walls, every inch of him torturously good. You’re dripping onto the pillow below you. But there is no way you’ll cum from just this. It’s divine, toe-curling, perfect, but you need more. Something other than this gentle assault on your senses. 

He hears you, always does. Slides a hand under you to where your body meets the pillow and parts your slick folds. Two fingers find your clit and rest there. Then, he lifts himself just a bit, enough to gain purchase and start really fucking you. Dragging his cock out and pressing back in. One smooth motion, a delicious back and forth that has you purring almost. Enough to push you back and forth over his fingers. Exactly what you’d needed. 

You’re on edge in seconds. The feeling of him inside of you, hitting that one spot he knows so well, and his rough-padded fingers over your clit send you hurtling towards your orgasm faster than you’d expected. Suddenly, you’re wide awake. Eyes pressed shut, hand tightening to his, moaning his name loudly, just once. 

“Almost there, love,” he answers. You have to bite into the pillow to hold back. Knowing the overstimulation would be too much. Knowing he wants to finish together. He’s close too, from the feeling of it. Thrusts a little shaky, breath a little ragged. The sound rumbles in his chest, followed by a whine. A sound you’ve only heard when he’s got it bad—bad for you. When he’s so lost in you that all control flies out the window. 

You want to see him like that. Want to watch his brows furrow, lip pulled between his teeth. Sweat lining his temples, flush on his cheeks. He always looks so heavenly when he’s taking you fully. No bells or whistles, just bare in the sheets in your home. Like right now—spare for your shirts. He groans your name again, and again, and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. His thrusts growing even harder. 

Hard enough to push you up the bed. To have you hiccuping and holding a hand against the headboard to stop yourself from moving too much. But fuck does it feel good. Pleasure courses through you, you hold your breath to not lose it right then and there. He can’t keep asking you to wait. Not when you’re this close. Not when you feel this good. 

Suddenly, his fingers slip—accidentally or on purpose—squeezing your clit between two digits. It sends you hurtling over the edge so hard. Tears well up in your eyes while you shake under him. Run down your cheeks when he slams into you and stills, his own body spasming with his own orgasm. You whine, followed by a sob ripping from your throat. He cums deep inside of you, but with how your ears are ringing and your limbs are shaking, you can barely tell. 

Can’t react when he slips out of you and fusses over your trembling form. Brushes your hair from your face, kisses your cheek where the tears left a trail. Tells you how good you did for him. It’s all a blur. One big fuzzy image of him everywhere and anywhere around you. That was probably one of the best orgasms he’s ever given you. 

He soothes a hand over your back. “Go to sleep, love. I’ll clean you off,” are the last words you hear before sleep pulls you in. 

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dazed || c.s (atz)

➵ PAIRING: reader x choi san (ateez)

➵ WORD COUNT: 2680

➵ GENRE: suggestive

➵ SYNOPSIS:  he’s beautiful, whether he knows it or not, and you’re determined to prove to him that he is

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It’s way past midnight when San reaches your home.

The night is cold and the wind nips at the exposed fingers peeking out of his jacket sleeves as he fumbles for the keys outside your door. It’s almost completely doused in silence, in the distance he can still hear the odd car driving down the street, but your house is mostly removed from the bustle of the main roads that never sleep. He manages to slide the keys from his wallet and reaches over to push it into the lock, but it’s at that moment that he pauses curiously to look down.

There’s light shining underneath the door.

Confused, he pulls the sleeve of his padded jacket back to glance at the watch sitting on his wrist. 2:38AM. He’d already told you that he’d be back rather late due to his schedules, so why were you still awake? Had you fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home yet again? His heart both pinches in worry and blooms with the warmth of summer, even through the cold autumn air.

With a little more haste than he has previously, San pushes the key into the lock, feels the teeth click, and turns it, the door swings open and he slides off his shoes in the hallway. From the faint glow coming from the living room and the sound of people chattering over the speakers, you must have fallen asleep watching the television. Shutting the door, he pads down the hallway, feet bare against the floorboards, and pokes his head into the living room to see what you’re up to.

To his surprise, you’re not asleep, instead, you’re sitting on the couch with an unreadable expression on your face, arms folded across your chest as meaningless scenes play out across the screen of the television. The soft hues of reds and greens curve and flicker across your cheeks; you’re beautiful, and you’re home. With a soft, fond smile, he steps into the living room, calling out your name. “You’re still awake, sweetheart?”

“San.” Your voice is short, curt and for a second he finds himself confused, you sound upset with him, but for what reason? Then you tilt your head towards the couch and he sees something lying there. Taking another step closer, the object comes into focus and he realises what it is, a cherry red flush warming his cheeks.

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THIS WORLD. - k. hongjoong (m)

➼ genre; smut (some minor angst and fluff) ➼ pairing; hongjoong x fem!reader ➼ au; outlaw!hongjoong, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 4.5k

What he’s given you is essentially one chance and night. Nothing more and nothing less.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, oral: f, creampie, light choking/asphyxiation, dirty talk, breast/nipple play

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Cool night air brushes across your cheeks as you set foot on the roof, eyes already scanning your surroundings in the hopes of finding what you’re looking for here. Of course, it doesn’t take much — Hongjoong is a hard man to miss unless the government officials are looking for him, in which case he has an uncanny ability to make himself totally invisible in a crowd.

There are no crowds up here though; just you, him, and the night to keep you company.

You see him clearly across the stretch of roof that’s accentuated by gaudy neon signs and other electrical components that keep the bar below powered.

“Closed up shop for the night,” you offer as a means of greeting the man. He’s donned his usual dramatic regalia tonight as well, complete with the patterned bandana pulled up over his nose and the ridiculous cowboy hat he fetched out of a dumpster several months back. It matches the vibe of the bar, he had told you and Mingi. While you weren’t on board, Mingi was more than a little eager to pull together a similar outfit for himself. “Everyone else went home.”

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The Real Thing | KMG

You wake up to your sweet, loving boyfriend trying to get you exactly where he wants you to be. How else is he going to treat you right? Sleep be damned.

›› Genre: Smut (legit just filth) ›› Rating: 18+ (explicit s-x) ›› Pairing: Mingyu x f.Reader ›› Wordcount: 2.4k ›› Warnings: oral (f.rec), s-x while half asleep/waking up, it's very consensual tho, manhandling and holding her in place, bit of biting as well, Mingyu is so drunk on her wow, they cute tho, unprotected s-x (in a relationship, be safe!), cr-ampie, petnames, praise, begging? lemme know if I missed smt because this was a lot... ›› uh idk what possessed me we don't have to talk about it but thanks to @homerunhansol for validating me for this <3 you're a darling

A heavy honey’d voice breaks through your slumber, calling your name in the dark. The lisp still spills through his lips that trace places on your body you can’t quite pinpoint. He’s everywhere. Hands firm on your thighs, teeth above the band of your shorts. His breath is hot, your skin flourishing with goosebumps where he drags his blunt nails along your hips. 

“Up, baby,” Mingyu whispers, pulling at your frame. He’s insistant yet careful, lifting your lower body just enough to do what he wants. Enough to give himself the space to drag your shorts and panties down past the swell of your ass with his teeth. Still half fogged by sleep, still twisted into the sheets, you can’t quite grasp what exactly he’s trying to do. But his nose trailing down the curve of your ass says enough. “I got you,” he breathes into your skin, palm smoothing down the expanse of your back. 

You mumble back, nothing in particular. Your own words are lost to you, drowned into the pillow that you clutch closer as you press your chest closer to the mattress. Inadvertently tilting your bottom close to him. All you can feel now is your lover and the warmth spreading from wherever he caresses you to the centre between your thighs. There where he places his hand and groans into you at the feeling of you grinding down on him purely out of instinct. When did you get this wet?

“Baby,” he tries again, hands sliding back to your hips, thumbs digging into your skin. Creating beautiful divots and crescent moon shapes with his nails. 

You hum, not wanting to open your eyes, not wanting to awaken from this dream. 

He chuckles, teeth nipping at your ass. “Gon’ make you feel good, yeah? Just lift your hips for me.”

A frown creases your forehead, but you comply. Following the guidance of his palms alongside the sweet touch of his lips to your skin is easy. Holding yourself up? Not so much. You whine in frustration and he grins audibly almost. It rumbles from his throat, rough-edged by his own sleep. What time is it even? You let him shuck you up the bed again, tilting your hips up and pressing your shoulders into the bed. Your back arches, your thighs spread just enough to leverage you and it burns. 

“Gyu,” you whimper. 

Nothing prepared you for the way he licks a fat stripe down your folds without so much as a warning. You spiral from there. You’ve always been sensitive in the morning. Arousal ripples through your body, spasms shaking your legs as he thumbs your clit with practiced ease. You crumble, legs giving in and body colliding with the bed again. 

But Mingyu is anything if not determined. He grabs you again, perhaps a bit too firm—why should you care, you’re his to ruin. Any time, any day, any place. Like here in your bed, where he manoeuvres you into the exact position that’ll let him comfortably eat you out from behind. Gives him the perfect view of your tits pressed into your pillow, folds spread and ass on display. 

He groans so deeply, once again sinking his teeth into the flesh of your ass. Thick fingers find their home inside of you, sliding in with so little resistance that you hiccup when his knuckles brush your clit. Shudders course through you when he twists them, angling his wrist just so that he can—you collapse onto the bed once more. 

Your whine is so high in your throat, thighs burning with the effort of holding yourself up. You’re not awake enough for this, yet not asleep enough to not feel how empty you are now. 

“You okay?” Mingyu whispers, airy and fanned out over the back of your thigh. “Tired?”

You nod, to both. “Gyu,” you whine, tilting your body towards him despite your exhaustion.

It has him cursing. An under his breath sound that you know all too well. Like you know him. Like you know that he isn’t going to rest until he eats you out exactly how he has envisioned in the moments leading up to this. And you need it, because having just a dip of his fingers in you is never enough. That one swipe of his tongue unlocked an ache between your thighs that needs quelling. God, what a way to wake up. 

He shifts, pushing your body a little further up the bed. “Let me try something, hmm? Pretty girl.” The words stir something in you, butterflies in your stomach, warmth in your cheeks. He once again lifts your hips off the bed, enough to have you plant your knees on the bed. “Relax.” He spreads your thighs, a familiar feeling from all the times he’s been between them. Spreads them wide as if to accomodate his shoulders.

You hiccup in frustration. “Lemme turn,” you mumble, attempting to raise yourself. 

A large hand firmly lands between your shoulder blades, keeps you pinned, warm and snug within the covers of your shared bed. “Stay there, wan’ you like this.” His voice is so beautiful like this, laced with lust and muddled by sleep in a way that only he could make hot. Or maybe it’s because he’s still so close to your arching core. 

Mingyu presses you down, almost until your stomach grazes the bed and somehow…somehow the bed provides enough pushback to keep you spread like that. On your knees but spread outwards, upper body to the covers, ass up. The arch of your back is delectable, like an early-morning stretch. You can’t imagine the view he’s got. He’s always loved looking at you, any which way you’d let him. But like this? Open and waiting for him? All his? It must be amongst his favourite.

He mumbles another curse into your thigh, after which the mattress suddenly jostles. A bounce nearly throws you off your balance if it wasn’t for his strong arms coiling around your thighs. Be the angle—shit. He’s slid himself under you. The position has given him just enough space to get his head right under your cunt, exactly where he wants to be. And then he—

“Min-Mingyu!” His lips suction your clit fast and hard. His mouth is wet, hot, tongue firm and rough. A hand palms your ass, and you’re sure you’re pressing his head down with your body. Why would he care? He’d let you suffocate him. And you would. If it didn’t mean you’d never get to have this again. You’d never give up the wet warmth of his mouth on you. 

He almost moans louder than you when you slide a hand down to grab his hair. You can’t ride his face, body too tired and angle too tight. He basically has you pinned tight, his own angle perfect. Perfect to slide two fingers right back into you where they belong. Twists and turns them until he can rub at the walls just how you like. 

Scratch that, you love it. Love the way he pushes and pulls you, makes you shudder and moan and shake over him. The sound of his fingers fucking into you is slick, but not as wet as his mouth over your clit. He slurps, groans, growls even. Presses you so close that you wonder if he can even breathe. The hot puff of air against your core confirms it. Makes it so much worse. Has you keening for him, whinging, writhing. He revels in it. And you’re sure that if you could see him, he’d be rock hard, cock straining against his toned stomach. 

You whine his name for the umpteenth time that morning, day, night—you have no clue. All you know is that your orgasm is quickly approaching. Rocketting your body to be awake. To feel the full extent of his ministrations. The firm grip on your ass, the muscles of his arms coiling against your thighs, teeth and tongue at your clit. The perfect pleasure pain. Perfect, like him and his little grin at your core. Because he knows, he knows you’re close and you can’t do anything about it. Not when he’s bent you into such a tight position. You’re all his to devour. 

And devour you he shall. 

He shifts, pushes his body to yours. Then he stops. Mouth detaching from you just for a second while his fingers spread you open. He holds you there and you hate that you can’t see him. Want to see his dark eyes cloud over with lust. 

“Wish you could see yourself. So fucking wet for me.” 

You shake, breath heavy, trying to push closer. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he chuckles. 

The loudest moan yet rips from your throat as he slides his tongue in between his fingers. Laps at your walls like he’s got something to reach. And in true Mingyu fashion, he manages to settle the tip of his nose right over your clit. It gives you just enough stimulation to tumble back to that edge. The pleasure is sharp, your fall fast and so easy. Because what are you if not weak for him?

His name falls from your lips like a mantra, begging him for anything but for him to stop. He doesn’t. He never truly does. Couldn’t edge you if he wanted to, and he never does want to. He works you so close, takes you to that sweet sweet edge, walls pulsing on his tongue. The vibrations of his moans send delicious shivers down your legs and up your spine. Slick noises drowned out by his. By the rumbling in your ears when your impending orgasm crashes through you. 

He sucks back to your clit as it hits, doubling the hit of your peak. Has you screaming, burying your face into your pillow to muffle it. Thighs straining to close but being unable to. He holds you open. Holds you close so he can take anything you give him. Sucks up the slick against your folds, nibbles on them as you come down. 

Then, he lets out a breathy giggle. “Always so sensitive in the morning.” Sweet, sweet words, spoken against your inner thigh. “So good for me,” he muses, nuzzling your skin before slipping out from under you. 

You can’t even collapse, so tired, the aftermath of your orgasm settling in your bones. “Help,” you whisper with a lazy smile. 

“Hmm, come here.” Mingyu crawls up next to you, guiding your body to turn into him. One thigh to the mattress, the other up and over his hip. You shiver when his cock nudges your hip. Of course he’s hard, always is when he eats you out. 

Normally you’d offer to suck him off, ride him even. What is such an orgasm good for if not an excuse to treat your loving boyfriend. But your body is still recovering, still attempting to separate your deep slumber from the throat of pleasure. You’d sign up for this more often if it didn’t feel like your entire system crashed. Mingyu knows you too well. 

He kisses up your neck, sucks at a mark he left there previously. His cock slides into the crease where your thigh meets your hip. It’s rough, bare skin on skin, but it provides him with relief. “Think you can take me, baby?”

You groan. Never would you deny the feeling of him filling you, spreading you better than his fingers. Reaching places you never thought you’d needed touched. But he always delivered 110%. Ruined you for anyone else. Though you’re not sure if you can right now, your body still slack in his embrace. “Don’ know, Gyu,” you whisper, “You got me good.” 

“I know.” He nudges his nose with yours, finally kisses you. Parts his mouth against yours to taste you—to have you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue. “Just-.” He shudders with another rock of his hips to yours. “‘M close, just wanna feel you. Won’ be long, promise.” Sleep is still etched into his features, drowned into his voice. Your room is still dark enough for morning to not have arrived. It can’t have, with how tired you both feel. 

Mingyu again rocks his hips forward, stuttering. You reach to touch, feel the desperate twitch of his length when you graze your fingers over the tip. It’s wet with precum. He really must be close. 

He rolls you onto your back properly, traces the edges of your face while he fucks up into your palm. Holds you just so he can look into your eyes. His own brown eyes sleepy, gaze filled with a tiny bit of mirth and a lot of arousal. “Please?” he whimpers with another kick of his hips. 

Who are you to deny him when he begs so sweetly? You spread your legs, undulate for him, help him guide his length into you. Your body arches into his, the stretch barely there but the flush of overstimulation sets your nerves alight briefly. You’re so full and so content and you don’t need to cum even if you probably could. The sensation of him shivering against you—body sliding over yours, desperately holding back to not jostle you too much—is enough.

He whines, high in his throat, teeth sinking into your skin to muffle himself. You card you fingers through his hair, whisper praise to his ear. Soothe him as he slides back and forth through your slick warmth. He doesn’t need much. A dozen thrusts and he’s moaning through his orgasm. Fills you up perfectly. 

“Good God,” he grumbles, collapsing on top of you. 

You laugh, air punched out of your lungs by his weight. “Ditto.” You keep your fingers going through his hair, knowing he won’t pull out until he’s fully sated and gone soft. More than before, you feel awake. Able to now appreciate the tan, muscled limbs strewn out over yours. You kiss the top of his head tenderly. 

“Say,” you whisper, “What got into you?”

He huffs, lips pressed to your breast. “You were whining my name in your sleep.” He cranes his head back to look at you. “The sexy kind of whining.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.” Heat creeps up your chest and to your cheeks. You can’t even remember what you could’ve been dreaming about? All you remember is waking up to his hands on your ass and his breath on your core. 

Mingyu chuckles, kisses your sternum. “What were you dreaming about, pretty girl?”

You shrug. “Don’t remember.” 

He looks at you offended to not receive the information he’s looking for. So cute. 

You kiss his forehead. “What’s it matter when the real thing is so much better?”

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Not A Competition (Maybe) ✧ l.jy & b.jh

Pairing: Lee Jaeyoon x f!reader x Baek Juho Genre: smut Summary: It's hard having two hot best friends because sometimes you just can't choose - and sometimes you don't have to. Not that it makes things any easier when they have a challenge to settle. Word count: 4.9k Warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dry humping

If someone told you the plans you had for tonight few months ago, you’d laugh in their face. But as you stand in front of the mirror and check your appearance, you can’t help but feel excited. The feeling thrums under your skin and threatens to invade your mind and set it on one and only track… which is bound to happen sooner rather than later anyway.

You hate to be yet another example of how men and women can’t be just friends - because they can - but sometimes it just doesn’t end there. And who could blame you with friends like yours?

You’ve known Jaeyoon and Juho for most of your life. They are your closest and most trusted friends. You’d die for them. And apparently, you’d also spread your legs for them - a fun fact you’ve all come to find some time back while playing a drunken game of spin the bottle.

Who’s idea was that anyway?

Not that it matters - the result stays the same: you, waiting in your room for them to let themselves into your home and find you, already impatient to see them, touch them, feel them, all in such a new context.

"Oh you naughty, naughty girl," Juho growls into your ear, his hands possessively gripping your hips. You jump, you’ve not heard him enter. Despite your impatience, one look at the clock tells you he's early - and he’s not the only one.

There’s a whistle and your eyes shoot up, meeting Jaeyoon’s. He’s smirking, nothing like his usual sweet smile - now there’s a predatory quality to the expression as he takes in your barely covered body.

While this has been on the table for some time now, you haven’t quite expected it happening anytime soon, much less today. You'd think there would be a special occasion, something you could expect and prepare for days in advance. Not an exchange of nervous but heated glances and agreement to meet at yours after work. Then again, you don’t think you’d ever be really prepared. 

You squeeze your thighs together. It doesn’t escape either of their attention, what with the pathetic excuse for coverage you’re wearing.

“So that’s what you’ve been doing in the mall alone,” he wonders aloud, stepping closer to inspect the white lace under your breasts, "I let you out of my sight for a second and this happens…"

It was meant to be a surprise and an experiment. It was surprisingly hard to shake off Juho during your little outing just days prior, but your effort seems to have paid off. You’ve had a feeling at least one of them would appreciate it, even if you haven’t really planned for… well, honestly all of this, still in denial. At least you can now compare their reactions in real time.

The whole lingerie set is white and lacy and most importantly - transparent. There are a few straps around your hips and thighs. Although you doubt they’ll survive the night with how rough Juho’s playing with them already, pulling on them until they’re about to snap. Jaeyoon meanwhile drinks you in and you can see the lust clouding his gaze as he steps closer but doesn’t touch you just yet. You want him to.

“Surprise?” you smile at him while melting into the younger man’s touch. Juho presses your back against his front and you feel how hard he’s getting against the curve of your ass. It’s flattering. His hands stroke your front, thumbs running along the line of your pelvis but the rest of his fingers creep dangerously close to your core.

Jaeyoon’s hands don’t stay off your body for too long either. His hand hovers over your barely covered nipples until one slender finger touches your skin and begins circling around the sensitive nub. You gasp, arching into his touch. You haven’t expected you’d be this sensitive and that the lace and his gentle touch would feel so good. His free hand grips your neck, pushing you more into Juho’s chest. The black haired man hums in satisfaction, nibbling on your ear. His fingers inch closer to your center where you need them but Jaeyoon stops him before he can touch you there.

“Do you think we can make her cum without taking these off?” he wonders aloud, smirking at the shock that flashes across your face.

Juho caresses your lace-covered abdomen, so close yet so far from where you need him, and you feel the smirk in his voice. “I don't care, but I bet I can make her cum better than you - clothes or not.”

You wanna tell him that there was no mention of a competition - because there was not. Because you know how competitive they can get under the right circumstances. You silently plead with Jaeyoon, too caught off guard to give him your best puppy eyes but you know he knows what you want to tell him. 

“You’re on,” he smirks at his friend over your shoulder and, as if mocking you, kisses your forehead. He doesn’t pull away, instead he leans closer. His thumb flicks over your nipple and he shushes you when you softly moan. “You know we’ll treat you right, don’t you?”

You nod immediately. You trust them both, and you know that they wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you or put you into (too much) distress. 

“Use your words, baby,” Juho’s voice rumbles right next to your ear. His fingers tease over the flimsy fabric, only ever barely brushing against your slit before they retreat again. “We’ll need you to speak tonight. It’s important and we can’t read your mind.”

“Let us hear you,” Jaeyoon whispers into your skin. As if to give you the space to think about it, his hands fall to your waist while Juho’s settle on your hips. Before they can step away too, you reach out for both of them, pulling them back close by their clothes. You lick your lips.

“I know, I trust you - both of you,” you nod again, smiling first at the man in front of you and then turning your head back, “I want this too. Just be gentle?”

“We always spoil you,” Juho pouts, propping his chin on your shoulder. He pulls you back to his body. Only now do you process the difference between your almost naked state and the fully clothed them.

“You’re in good hands,” Jaeyoon confirms, cupping your cheek and rubbing the apple of it with his thumb, “We already said we’d take good care of you.”

“Really? ‘Cause all I heard was I’d be the victim of your competition,” you quirk a brow at him. The man behind you chuckles and presses his lips to the side of your neck. It catches you off guard, again, and makes you gasp. The brunette in front of you takes full advantage of it as his hand slides down to your jaw and he teases your lower lip with his thumb. He leaves it there even as you lick it with the tip of your finger.

“Not a victim, more like the prize,” he corrects and Juho behind you hums in agreement, “If you enjoy it, you might let us do it again, right?”

You hate him and his stupid grin. Hate the way his cheeks make it look so cute as if he isn’t about to keep you up all night - and share you with one of his best friends. Then again, putting it that way might be unfair to Juho, who has about the same virtually non-existent claim on you as Jaeyoon does.

“I mean it, Jae,” you say and they both turn their attention to what you’re saying, alarmed by the badly hidden urgency in your voice, “You can do what you want, just don’t push me too far.”

It’s a strange feeling, to be hugged and held by two men at the same time, but you also find that it’s comforting. These are your friends, after all, and they always will be - regardless of what’s going to happen in the next couple hours. 

“We just told you,” one of them says, and you’re ashamed to admit that you’re too distracted by their reassuring touches to identify the voice, “We’ll take good care of you.”

And then you’re pulled and pushed, all so gently like they’re just a breeze guiding your body, on the bed. You fall down, cushioned by Jaeyoon’s body under yours. Juho’s hot on your back, holding himself above both of you. Your thighs squeeze around Jaeyoon’s body. Maybe you like being caged in, being crowded by the two of them. If Juho didn’t notice the twitch of your body, Jaeyoon’s smirk told him everything he needed to know. When he dips his head down and his breath fans over your neck, you know you’re in trouble as shivers shake your entire body.

“What a nice position you've gotten yourself into,” Juho taunts. His hands come to your hips and help you straddle his friend properly. You bite down on your lip when your core brushes against Jaeyoon’s bulge. The man himself admires your body with hooded eyes. His hands slide up your thighs. Before you can do much, Juho’s grip tightens and he guides your movements. You curse under your breath. The rough denim feels so good in combination with your silky lingerie, and the deep breath the man under you takes makes you want to be in control. You want to play with him like they plan to play with you.

“Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?” Juho tsks, gently slowing down your efforts.

“Oh, come on,” you groan, rolling your eyes, “Look at him. Tell me you don’t want to tease him.”

He gives you an unimpressed look - much like the disbelieving scoff that leaves Jaeyoon’s lips.

“Not really,” Juho shrugs, “But I want to see you have fun. Let me help.” 

This time it's the brunette who's surprised. You’re allowed to move as you want and you use it against the older male. His hands grip your thighs tighter while Juho’s lips attach to your neck. You grind against Jaeyoon’s crotch with his friend’s help. His hands push your hips down, adding pressure - and pleasure - from time to time, driving you crazy. Maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to get a little needier than you expected you would because suddenly the idea of them taking turns with you the whole night doesn't sound quite so bad.

Jaeyoon’s fingers massage the flesh of your thighs in a vain attempt to ground himself. It's not near enough stimulation to ground his hips into yours but it’s obvious that it's enough for you - and honestly that's hotter than he would admit. He loves watching as you try to quieten your moans without any success. And knowing he doesn't even have to get naked to make you soaked on his cock boosts his ego immensely. Your breathing turns into stuttering gasps as your climax approaches and an almost ticklish sensation spreads through your body. 

Your fingers twitch and tighten in Jaeyoon’s shirt. Juho sucks mark after mark on your neck and you find you like it. You want him to mark you and make you his, and you want to demand that Jaeyoon covers those marks with his own. You whimper at the thought, grounding your hips against his without caring about anything but making yourself come. They help you through it, Jaeyoon by stroking your thighs and bucking his hips against yours and Juho showers you with praise and his thumbs draw comforting circles on your overstimulated skin. It's only when you get your breathing under control that they talk.

“So that’s a pretty good one for me, right?” the smirk is unconcealable in Juho’s voice.

“I think our pretty girl came on my cock, so that one’s on me - what do you think?” Jaeyoon turns their attention to you. You groan, allowing your body to slump forward and rest on his chest. 

“This again?” you sigh, your mind still reeling from your orgasm and the overwhelming feeling of your friend’s hard cock pressed snuggly against your core.

“Why not?” he chuckles, tapping your ass playfully.

“Why yes?” you counter.

“Whoever gets more orgasms out of you gets to keep you?” Juho jokes, and even though his voice is anything but serious, you can’t help the way your body reacts.

“Oh?” Jaeyoon laughs when he feels you squirm on his lap. 

“Shut up,” you punch his shoulder, but before you can tell him off, you’re being lifted and thrown on the bed next to him. You squeal, unused to this kind of treatment from their side.

Turns out they won’t have mercy on you now that they’ve apparently decided to roll with the joke and apparently turn it into today’s concept. 

“Wait! Ju-” you’re too late when you finally notice Juho kneeling in front of the bed, pulling your body towards him. Your mind blanks out when he licks through your folds covered by the soaked-through excuse for fabric you’re wearing. 

“That was a pretty sound,” Jaeyoon coos, turning on his side to lay next to you. He fixes your hair - a completely pointless gesture but whatever, his fingers feel nice as they brush against your scalp.

“And she’s delicious too,” Juho hums, licking his lips before diving in again. You feel how drenched your panties are, getting wetter by the second with his saliva. You whimper, one hand fisting in his hair and the other, unsurprisingly, in Jaeyoon’s shirt. At least before he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. If his goal was to make you lose your mind, he’s succeeding. The animalistic hunger with which Juho’s devouring your cunt is balanced by the tenderness of Jaeyoon’s lips on your skin.

The man between your thighs attacks your clit with deadly precision. If only there wasn’t the fabric in the way of his passionate assault. Juho doesn’t seem to mind it too much, though. Actually, it seems to be the opposite. His teeth tug at the flimsy piece, teasing at how easily it could be ripped apart. Like he can’t get enough of the faux innocence.

“Take it off,” you beg. You go as far as easing your grip on his hair for the sake of running your fingers through it instead. He likes when you do that - hopefully enough to listen to you now. He chuckles, suckling on your covered clit just to make you whine and trash around as much as Jaeyoon and his own hold allow you.

“Where would be the fun in that? And there’s the challenge too,” he scolds, leaving a trail of wet, messy kisses on your inner thigh. You wanna tell him exactly where they can both stick their fucking competition. And you want to tell them (again) that you’re not some kind of toy they can just use to boost their egos… but Juho’s tongue is very persuasive. You hate it as much as you love it.

Whatever smart remark you had prepared gets drowned out by your moans as he swipes his tongue side-to-side on your clit, flicks it with the tip of his wet muscle. And even those sounds get muffled when Jaeyoon crashes his lips against yours. You kiss him back eagerly, letting him swallow all your cries. He sucks on your tongue while Juho does so on your clit and it’s so good it makes tears well up in your eyes.

It’s a little surprising that Juho’s as skilled with his tongue on your pussy as he is when he’s spitting raps. He licks long stripes, wiggling the muscle along your slit and dragging the fabric along the line of each movement, before shifting his attention on your clit with gentle short flicks of his tongue. It makes your toes curl and eyes shut close, your breathing gets erratic and you fidget with your hands - you want to both push him away and pull him closer. You want to mark Jaeyoon’s chest with your nails, leave scratches for everyone to see and wonder.

That’s when Juho returns to the long and slow licks and you moan. It’s a pattern now, he’s been toying with you for what feels like eternity and if his smirk is any indication, he’s pretty proud of himself too. You want to pull his hair and force him to make you come again. Jaeyoon seems impatient for his turn to do a number on you too, but even so he’s not helping. Asshole. You wanna mock him for settling with basically fucking your mouth with his tongue but you don’t. Your mouth is full. You can’t really speak.

Your breathing calms again now that Juho’s allowing you to catch your breath but the moaning still lingers at the end of each sigh that’s allowed to get past your lips. You cry out when he suddenly sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth again.

“I think she likes my mouth more,” Juho purrs, licking his wet lips. He pulls away, head resting against your inner thigh. He looks as smug as you’ve ever seen him. You’re about to tell him off when you feel a single finger circle the fabric covering your entrance. You moan his name. How could you miss that he’s about to do that? You won’t last like this, not with how his thumb is expertly rubbing circles on your abused clit.

“Just wait when I have my way with her,” Jaeyoon growls, his hand slides up from your waist and gropes at your chest and he twists your lace-covered nipple and - fuck you need someone inside you right now and you don’t care which one it’s going to be.

“Please,” you beg, swallowing the rest of your words so you don’t choke on them or saliva as Juho’s finger pushes in as much as the material of your panties allows. Who the fuck came up with keeping you in the ligerie? You’re going to strangle him. 

“Just a little more, you can cum for me, right?” his voice drops lower while he watches your twitching form in awe. Reduced to a teary-eyed mess by his tongue and fingers. Your thighs are spasming around him and not even the distraction Jaeyoon provides by kissing you breathless and playing with your tits can take your full attention off him. It’s an addictive feeling.

“M-more,” you demand and it’s such a cute view that he indulges you. His lips wrap around your clit again and it’s not long before you’re trying to suffocate him with your thighs, jerking away from his hungry mouth. You’re chanting his name, your hand threatens to tear a bald spot on his scalp but he doesn’t mind at all. It’s cute how easily he can overstimulate you as a revenge. Only when you start babbling softly and pushing him away does he relent and pulls away. 

He lies down on the other side of you and is immediately pulled into a kiss that tastes like you on your tongue. Jaeyoon rubs his hands along your sides and arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He’s so warm, a grounding presence with all his tender touches.

“You still okay?” he asks, nosing along your throat.

“Yeah,” you laugh breathily, “We only just started, right?” Despite saying that, you do feel the effect they have on your body - your waning strength and patience, and still your growing curiosity and insatiability.

“Don’t say that twice,” Juho warns, pushing his lips against yours in a rough kiss. Jaeyoon meanwhile pulls away to move you higher on the bed so that he could place himself between your thighs once he rids himself of his clothes.

You don’t have much time to admire his perfectly sculpted body or his angry red cock before he slaps it against your clit and lies it down between your folds. He gives you a mean smirk.

“N-no, no, please,” you wanna cry and you wanna punch him. Maybe you should’ve expected this.

Jaeyoon only shushes you as he pulls on the fabric of your ruined panties and pushes them to the side so he can slide his cock right inside. He rubs the head of his cock on your swollen clit. Honestly, he also wants to just fuck into you finally - you’re so wet, and he knows he’d fill you up so good, you’d fit so right around his cock. But there will be enough time for that later.

“Jae, honey, please,” you turn to begging again and your wet eyes are almost enough to make him give you what you both want. Juho and his challenging smirk ruins it all for you, however.

“Just one more, baby,” Jaeyoon promises, stroking up and down your thighs, “Just one more and we’ll give you what you want.”

“Yeah?” you have to cling to the hope he’s not lying or you’ll really lose it. Jaeyoon smiles, his eyes briefly meeting Juho’s, before he looks at you and nods.

“Promised we’d spoil you,” Juho reassures, his fingers stroking along your jaw and neck, “You just have to wait for it.”

Waiting is the last thing you want to do. Your patience is thinning fast and they’re not helping.

First there’s Juho and his fingers that caress all over your sensitive throat and sometimes accidentally brush against your lips and pull away before you can do anything. And then, of course, there’s Jaeyoon. Jaeyoon and his stupid heavy, hot, leaking cock dripping all over your folds and into your already soaked underwear.

You feel his every pulsing vein, each of the ridges an explosion of pleasure. He ruts his hips into yours and he’s barely keeping his grunts at bay. His hands are all over you, squeezing, grabbing. How come you still don’t have enough? If you were left to your own devices, you’d have long since finished the, let’s say, session. But trapped between these two, you want more. Always more. Maybe you really are greedy.

“Jae, fuck,” you cry out as he purposely teases your entrance with his cock, “Please, need it bad.”

“Begging won’t help, baby,” he chuckles, “Cum for me and I’ll consider it.”

“Ju…” you change your tactic immediately. That earns you a switch from teasing your gushing hole back to your clit. He sets his jaw, the only sign he’s affected as much as you are, even if you’re more vocal about it. 

“What is it, love?” the man next to you asks, purring right into your ear. The nickname makes you whimper and clench around nothing.

You reach for him, for the hem of his shirt before sliding your hand lower. You palm him through his pants, bucking your hips into Jaeyoon’s when he curses. He’s as hot and heavy in your hand as Jaeyoon is between your legs. Your mouth waters and you muster enough strength to turn your head and look him in the eyes. In the next second, his lips are on yours and you moan into the kiss.

“Calm down, shit,” Jaeyoon pushes your hips back down where you’ve arched from the bed. He holds you steady and keeps grinding against you. The friction is perfect and everything you could ask for - but you want more. You don’t care about your climax, you just want something - someone - inside of you. And since Jaeyoon’s made it clear he won’t give you what you want…

“Ju… I need you,” you bat your lashes at him, leaning closer to kiss the man slowly, deeply.

“Give out pretty baby what she wants,” the man teasing you acknowledges with a scoff.

“But can she handle it?” Juho wonders aloud against your lips.

“Yeah, please, I can, please,” you’re nearly whimpering, because with every little sound your dearest friend jerks his hips up and makes sparks of pleasure dance all over your skin. It’s so cruel of him; the way he lets his cock slip down to your entrance, to gather your wetness on the head of his dick without putting it in like you fucking asked, before he returns to humping your drenched cunt and panties.

“Give it to her,” Jaeyoon coos, but there’s a strain in his voice, “She asked so nicely.”

“That she did,” Juho purrs, kissing you one last time. You chase after his lips once he pulls away. He’s not going far though, merely getting up to quickly pull off his clothes. You lick your lips, eyes glued to the glistening tip of his cock. 

It’s not long before you’re trying to squirm out of Jaeyoon’s hold and crawl over to Juho’s lap. But the former holds you steady and close and doesn’t stop his abuse on your cunt - much to your pleasure because you don’t want to get away from the stimulation. Juho doesn’t have to say a word for you to part your lips and suck his length into his mouth once he gets within your reach.

“Impatient,” he hisses, his hand fisting in your hair and holding you still.

“Can you blame her? Don’t you hear how wet she is?” as if to prove his point, Jaeyoon presses his hand atop your wet panties and a loud squelching sound can be heard through the room. You feel your face turn red with shame, but the only place you can hide is Juho’s body. So you impale yourself deeper even if he’s about to pull your hair out. 

“Yeah, fuck, her mouth ’s good,” he slurs and if you looked up, you could appreciate the pretty way his eyelashes flutter and his jaw hangs open. If only Jaeyoon would stop blinding you with mind-numbing pleasure. 

He doesn’t. And you suck on Juho’s dick with each sharp thrust of his friend’s hips. You feel the thighs of the man in front of you tremble under your hands and you plead with him, forcing yourself to open your eyes despite the few tears slipping out, to let go. He curses when it registers what you’re asking for. The vibrations of your desperate whines go straight into his dick. He’s more than ready, excited, to oblige. 

With one of your friends fucking your mouth and the other rutting between your folds and teasing your clit, you’re on cloud nine. Your brain is turning into mush. Jaeyoon makes you feel so good and in turn you’re happy to spread the pleasure. Although with the way Jaeyoon’s dick is twitching between your panties and your wetness, he’s far from unaffected. And Juho’s so heavy and fits so perfectly into your mouth that you wanna cry. Maybe you do, all you know is you’re suckling on him and that he’s pushing himself into your throat with deep grunts. 

Yet your body keeps trying to escape the pleasure. It’s too much and you want more but you’re also too stimulated, it’s too much too fast. And still not enough. You feel the muscles of your abdomen tightening, the tension rising until it snaps. 

You don’t hear Juho’s rushed swearing and growls as you swallow and choke around him, nor do you notice how fast Jaeyoon pulls away while he’s still able to stop. For a while, you feel nothing at all except the waves of your high washing over you, leaving you spent. There’s your own deafening heartbeat in your ears, white spots dancing across your vision, your skin feels on fire. The only relief is something cold passing over your stomach and chest that carefully avoids your sensitive breasts.

It’s Jaeyoon’s hand, you find once you come to. 

“Hey, lovely,” he smiles at you. He’s lying by your side again, Juho mirroring his position on your other side. It’s honestly the best place you’ve ever found yourself in, between your two pretty best friends. You feel Juho’s fingers in your hair and you lean into his touch gratefully.

“Hey,” you hum, turning your head back to Jaeyoon to give him a long kiss. Then you turn to the other side and repeat the process with Juho.

Their hands caress, their movements slow and comforting. Both of them carefully avoid any sensitive areas so as not to overstimulate you. The kisses they give are soft and gentle too, their tongues soothing over your tender lips. It makes you feel safe, cared for, which you suppose is their goal after all.

“Had fun?” Juho asks, pecking your lips once more. You nod with another happy sound and sigh. “Who made you cum better?” 

You roll your eyes, heaving a long, exasperated sound. “No comment.”

They laugh, reassuring you that they can wait for you to consider it, let it all settle in your mind. But as they talk, something else bubbles up in your brain.

“But you didn’t…” you frown, looking between the two of them. They share a look and smirk. You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are because of excitement or worry.

“Oh, baby,” Jaeyoon coos, and Juho finishes the sentence: “Did you think we’re finished? We’re just giving you a little timeout so you don’t break.”

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2 Became 3 - ATEEZ Seonghwa & Wooyoung X Reader Smut

Genre: Smut

Words: 7,450 

Warnings: Threesome, oral, face-fucking, voyeurism, dirty talk, possessive(?) sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial ig, sweet aftercare tho,– basically your boyfriend, Seonghwa, wants to watch you get railed by Wooyoung

A/N: Here’s my annual post lol. This is like. way longer than I expected. It’s my longest fic to date and is twice as long as any of my others. This is also technically part 1 in a 5 part series I have thought up. BUT if I never actually get around to writing the rest of it, I’m satisfied with this as a one-off. I thought up the concept while I was at work and then started writing it that night randomly. here it is almost 2 months later. Enjoy

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Baby Boy - Stray Kids Felix Smut

Genre: Smut

Words: 3,450

Warnings: Blowjob, Sub!Felix if you blink, a bit of edging ? ig

A/N: wow look at that. the first real thing ive written in like 3 years. that’s my excuse if this sucks

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Straykids Would You Rather - NSFW

Hello what a good day to die (credits for this to @thisisjustmywritingblog​)

Would you rather…

~Give Changbin a lapdance or have Minho do a sexy dance for you?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh okay look I love Changbin but uhhhhh I can’t dance and ALSO Minho is a pretty damn good dancer so I’ll go with him!!!

~Make out with Seungmin or dry hump Felix?

He prob a good kisser lol

~Give hickeys to Jisung or get hickeys from Chan?

I would kill a dog to do this just kidding i would never kill a dog im sorry

~Tease Hyunjin under the table at dinner or have Minho tease you under the table?

There is no one who is allowed to tease me at a table

~Praise Jisung or receive body worship from Chan?

Uh praise Jisung bc sub!jisung??? But also Chan?? Is ?? the sweetest??? His praise would probably be so cute uwu but ummmmmmmm yeah sub!jisung wins this round bye

~Sexting with Changbin or send dirty snaps to Jeongin?

My brain just went “Changbin!!” *ugly crying noises*

~Blindfold Felix or be blindfolded by Chan?

I hate not being able to see but I guess Chan can do whateverr

~Choke Changbin or be choked by Seungmin?

Fuck yeah

~Pull Hyunjin’s hair or Minho pull your hair?

FUCK YEAH

~Tie up Jisung or be tied up by Changbin?

Okay HERE is the THing,,,,,,,,,,,, Changbin. But ALSO,,,,,,, Jisung I hate this fucking game I’m never playing again GOodByE but yeah sub!jisung wins once again that boi is going to kill me one day I SWEAR

~Beg for Seungmin or have Hyunjin beg for you?

Bitch he better beg I ain’t giving anything to brats

~Ride Minho’s thigh or sit on Jeongin’s face?

I still very much see Jeongin as a baby

~Spank Felix or Changbin?

Obviously I’d slap that tiny ass of his

~Deny Jeongin his orgasm or Hyunjin deny you yours?

Jeongin is a BAby

~Get spanked by Minho or Seungmin?

I do not know why and I also do not wish to talk about it

~Dirty talk with Felix or Chan?

I just don’t see Felix doing that?? Like I feel like he’d try to be all sexy but can’t help making it sorta awkward and then panicking and laughing

~Have Jeongin as a master or Jisung as a pet?

No explanation needed

~Touch yourself and make Jisung watch or Hyunjin touch himself and make you watch?

idem

~Call Chan ‘daddy’ or Jeoning call you ‘mommy’?

I mean I won’t call him daddy but I’d call him sir or smth if he really insists

~Receive aftercare from Changbin or give aftercare to Felix?

My baby who I love so much

~Skype sex with Seungmin or phone sex with Minho?

Feels less awkward somehow

~One night stand with Hyunjin or friends with benefits with Felix?

I mean being friends AND have s3x?

~Studio sex with Chan or practice room sex with Minho?

Seems kinda intimite somehow uwu

~Receive nudes from Jisung or a sexy video from Jeongin?

I personally think pics are a bit more mysterious?? Idk I think I’d appreciate that more. And also baby Jeongin

~Cowgirl position with Seungmin or doggy style with Changbin?

I loveeeeeeee him so muchhhhhh

~Pool sex with Jeongin or shower sex with Chan?

Hehe thats sexc

~Give oral to Felix or receive oral from Hyunjin?

Deep ass moans?? Yesh pls

~Seungmin cum in your mouth or Jisung cum on your face?

Only if he was a good boy

~Minho cum on your thighs or Jeongin cum on your stomach?

Ashdkjajgs thats hot too

~Car sex with Chan or sex outside with Seungmin?

You know whats sexy?? Chan is very sexy.

~Take Jisung’s virginity or Hyunjin take your virginity?

Big phat UWU

~Library sex with Seungmin or movie theater handjob with Felix?

Uh yeah no to both but if i really have to choose..

~Lazy morning sex with Changbin or late night sex with Minho?

My kink + my mans

~Rough sex with Hyunjin or romantic sex with Chan?

So cute!!! Chan is a bby

~Wear a collar for Jeongin or Felix wear a collar for you?

I mean,,,,, boy looks good in chokers

~Receive anal from Changbin or give anal to Jisung?

Only very certain ppl can put smth in my ass and Jisung recieving is kinda hot I guess?? *thinks about it for a second* Yeah that is indeed kinda hot

~Suck on Chan’s fingers or Hyunjin suck on your fingers?

I’d even suck on his toes if he wanted me to

~Wall sex with Minho or mirror sex with Changbin?

Kinda awkward seeing your own face BUT I can obv look at him a lot better as well :)

~Overstimulate Jisung or be overstimulated by Felix?

Why is Jisung in literally all the subby options? Makes it easier for me to choose tho

~Seungmin finger you or give Jeongin a handjob?

Bby

~Changlix threesome or Minsung threesome?

My mans!!! and his mans!!!

Cute

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Hahahaahah fuck you

[ 2:03 am ] continuation of [ 4:21 pm ]

chan is thrusting into you in a fast pattern, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls. it’s a miracle that none of his band members have busted through the door yet to see what the commotion in his room is about. it better stays that way, because the first thing anyone would be greeted with the moment they enter the room is your boyfriend pounding into you from behind. 

it’s pathetic how you can no longer control your moans and let out lewd whines like a porn star in a matter of seconds. something within chan bubbles up when you reach for a pillow and bury your face in it in an attempt to muffle the sounds. as much as he wants to see your fucked out expression, drool dripping down your chin and hooded eyes, he wants to push you to your limit and see more. all good things come to those who wait, so he settles on gripping your hips so hard that bruises are bound to be formed. 

the knot in your abdomen tightens and you clench your jaw when the orgasm crashes in like a riptide. as you ride out your high, chan repeatedly abuses your sweet spot in a fast pace. however, even after he’s milked you out until you’re spent, he doesn’t slow down and keeps ramming his still hard dick in angles that makes you want to scream. although your body hurts due to the oversensitivity, as if you were stung by dozens of tiny needles, you feel yourself growing wet for the second time.

“you take me in so well,” he groans, “you take in everything i give you without complaining. i’m using you like a little ragdoll and you’re loving every second of it, don’t you? you can’t even talk, that’s how much you love me treating you as my pretty cumslut, am i right?”

even in the dark, he knows your cheeks are heating up. you let out a high-pitched moan and clench around his cock, causing him to chuckle darkly. one hand that was previously on your hip moves to knot in your hair and pull your head back. your chest heaves rapidly, heavy pants and uncontrollably lewd moans escaping the back of your throat. tears are threatening to spill from your eyes, now that you can’t dampen your moans with the pillow anymore and increase the risk of getting caught.

“i c-can’t— please— the others are going to find out— s-stop!” you sniffle loudly and chan immediately stops in his tracks, dick still buried in you and slightly grazing your sweet spot. the grip on your hair hasn’t loosened and he has no intentions on pulling out. it’s like he’s just waiting for someone to see your current position. 

“you’re really ungrateful, do you know that? the moment it doesn’t go your way, you act like a brat.” chan enunciates every single syllable with a harsh tone, tugging on your hair. “unbelievable, you still clench around me when i treat you like this. you really are a cumslut. my pretty little cumslut who gets off of everything.”

“y-yes, i’m your pretty little cumslut,” you sob, no longer caring if the entire building hears what you’re up to. for this fraction of a moment, you’re so deep into your headspace that you don’t find the energy to worry. “i’m yours, only yours, and i love everything you give me. i’m a needy little bitch, just like you said. now please move, i need you.”

“holy shit,” chan whispers, and he’s not sure if his cock can get any harder than it is now, “you’re so fucking hot.”

and just as he’s about to give in and move, the door flings open. 

“dude, are you still awake— oh.”

changbin blinks once, looks to chan and then his eyes flit to you. at the sight of your parted lips and the shock in your eyes, his cheeks flush. his duffel bag drops onto the floor with a thump and he quickly averts his gaze from you. “jeez, you could’ve told me beforehand and i would’ve gone straight to a different room—”

“no, stay for a moment.” chan says casually, as if having his dick in you and hand threaded in your hair is nothing unusual. changbin freezes and stops fumbling for the doorknob. “you just came back from the studio, didn’t you?”

the other nods wordlessly, suddenly finding the the curtains oddly fascinating. chan doesn’t let it go and continues, “how was work? did you finish a solid track?”

“well, it was frustrating, but that’s nothing new,” the rapper mumbles, now shifting his weight on one leg. it’s evident in the way he stands that he’s silently hoping for the other to get over with the small talk and let him leave. however, it’s also pretty fucking evident that your fucked out state and just the situation in general do things to his clothed dick. he’s so easy to look through, and chan quickly cuts to the chase.

“changbin, lock the door and come here.”

the other almost chokes on air and splutters, “w-what? are you even hearing yourself?”

“i’m not going to repeat myself.”

your blood runs cold at the underlying authority in chan’s voice. “p-please, not him—“

“why are you complaining, baby?” he scoffs and you sense him cocking a brow, “didn’t i promise you? i’m going to fuck you just how you fantasized it. i promised i’d fill you up changbin’s bed, because you wanted it. he’s simply getting the best place to watch you get fucked over. that’s only fair for him, after you’ve been ogling him during dance practice behind his back.”

“is that true?” it’s impossible to ignore the surprise laced in his voice as changbin slowly follows the orders and shuts the door with a soft click. his eyes rest on yours and you detect the lust written in his expression. your intentions of staying silent don’t last long as a forceful smack on your ass makes you choke out a broken “yes.”

“so, are you going to enjoy the show or not?” chan clicks his tongue, gradually losing his patient. changbin stands still and contemplates a little, but when chan starts rocking back into you and you struggle to keep your moans at bay and chew on your drool-stained lip, his blood rushes south and his dick twitches.

“fuck,” he mutters and trudges forward, the bulge in his sweatpants now prominent. the mattress dips at the addition of the new weight and changbin licks his lips when you stare at him hungrily. he fights the desire to run his thumb across your bottom lip and looks back at the other man moving behind you. “can i?” he asks and raises his hand. 

“do whatever the fuck you want with her. just don’t hurt her,” chan says and picks up his pace all of sudden. not expecting him to pound into you, you let out a loud moan that breaks the previously silent room along. 

“shit, you really can’t control your voice, babygirl,” changbin hisses and shoves three fingers into your mouth to muffle the sound. you gladly take the opportunity and coat his fingers in your saliva, slurping excessively to avoid drooling and groan deliciously whenever he thrusts in and out. he never thought he’d ever get to see an image this hot that doesn’t come out of a badly filmed porn clip any time soon. but sure as fuck, he’s staring at you with hooded eyes, taking in everything he sees and burns it into the back of his head. you’re being so hot and vulgar and so good to him, so he makes sure you know that too as he blurts out praises between low groans.

but it’s only so long that he can keep up with his wavering self-control and not just whip out his dick and fuck your mouth, making sure you’re going to swallow every last drop of his cum when he releases. luckily for him, chan seems to notice that too.

“you know, you can be rougher with her.”

the rapper perks up at the sound of that, and he looks back to you. despite the permission, he still looks a little bit wary and searches for answers in your eyes. “m-more, changbin, more,” you say the best as you can with three fingers in your mouth, but he catches your words.

“what do you want, baby?”

“y-you— i want your cock— p-please, use my mouth,” you whine.

fuck, that’s it.

changbin fails to suppress a groan and dismisses your pout when he pulls his fingers out of you. his other hand is busy pulling his sweatpants down and pulling his hard cock out of its confines. he hisses when his dick meets the cool air and your mouth waters when you see his length, precum oozing out of the tip. in terms of length, he may be smaller than chan by a little, but his girth makes up for it. in any case, he’s huge and you immediately open your mouth once he’s done smearing precum all over his cock and places the head on your lips.

“you better keep your eyes on me as i fuck your mouth. the moment you look away, i’m pulling out. so be a good girl and obey.“

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➥ He Said My Name Last Night

Yūji Terushima x F!Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend is an apprentice hair stylist it can be difficult for you both to match up your schedules, leaving you both rather touch starved for one another. So when you decide to take him out on a Saturday in hopes of spending time with him, it seems he only has one thing on his mind and that is getting on your bad side.

Warning(s): BDSM, Male Sub/Female Dom, Brat Taming, Rope Bondage, Choking, Cock Warming, Humiliation, Edgeplay, Sex Toys, Collars, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Minor Degradation, Praise Kink.

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The Kissing Bet ~ Hyunjin

Pairing: (Stray Kids) Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Suggestive, fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You bet Hyunjin that he can’t go twelve hours without kissing you. As such, the next twelve hours are full of teasing, trying to get him to lose.

Despite having dated you for two years already, Hyunjin never really migrated out of that “honeymoon phase” of your relationship. He always needed to be near you in some way, whether it be holding your small hand in his, or enveloping you in his warm embrace. However, the most apparent addiction he had was kissing.

You could recall his shyness at the beginning of the relationship, how he was so reluctant to kiss you. As time passed, and your hearts grew closer, Hyunjin slowly came out of his shell, in a way, being less hesitant to press his lips against yours. And you loved it--how could you not? His soft, plump lips against yours, ever so gentle, were like heaven, warming your heart, filling it with love and endearment.

Even now, when his kisses were frequent, you weren’t complaining. “Frequent” was actually an understatement--it was as though he had an addiction to kissing you. Even with no motivation behind it, he’d kiss you. It was as though he needed to have his lips against yours.

Which was exactly what brought you to this predicament. It was 10:00 AM on a Saturday morning, and Hyunjin was granted a day off. You had just sat down after grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, and he kissed you. It didn’t last very long: only a few seconds, and you could feel how his mouth was curled into a grin against yours. With a giggle, you said, “You can’t stop; can you?”

Perplexed, your boyfriend replied with a puzzled expression on his flawless features. “Stop what?”

“Kissing me. It’s as though you have an addiction.”

“I do not!” Hyunjin replied indignantly and dramatically. “What’s wrong with me wanting to kiss my girlfriend?

“Nothing,” you assured him. “I love it. I just find it really funny. It’s like you couldn’t go twelve hours without kissing me.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Yeah,” you replied confidently. “I bet you can’t go until 10:00 tonight without kissing me.”

“Oh, yeah? Deal,” he said without an ounce of doubt in his voice. “What happens if I win -- oops, sorry, I mean, when I win.”

You sat and pondered for a moment. See, you hadn’t actually thought this would go as far as it had. Even still, you were curious to see how this would play out. As your thoughts came together, you smirked. “If you win,” you said quietly in his ear, “then you can have me in any way you want me.”

Your breath against his ear, as well as the words that came out of your mouth, sent shivers down Hyunjin’s spine. You could see how much it affected him. He swallowed thickly before saying, “And if you win?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, as if what you were about to say was no big deal to either of you. “No sex for a week.” Your voice was plain and simplistic.

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped a bit, as he sat with his mouth agape, staring at you. He was not going to lose this bet. “Fine,” he replied. “Twelve hours. Easy.” Even still, when he looked into your eyes, he saw determination and confidence, staring back at him. He could tell right then that you would not make this easy on him.

A few hours later, you were finishing up a report you’d needed to finish for work. Hyunjin was on the couch in the family room, watching “Stranger Things” and eating ramen. It was going to be a perfect time to tease him.

You put on one of Hyunjin’s baggy hoodies, knowing how much he loved it when you wore his clothes. You walked out to him, joining him on the couch. “Hi,” you mumbled, nuzzling his shoulder. In an instant, his arm went around you, pulling you closer to him.

Your innocence didn’t last long, however. Immediately, you moved your leg over his so you were straddling his lap. His eyes were searching yours, trying to read your expression and somehow figure out what you were trying to do. Cute, you thought. You ducked your head down to pepper kisses against his sharp jawline, which you knew left him weak. You trailed your mouth down the smooth skin of his neck, briefly inhaling his comforting scent. “I wanna cuddle,” you said in a cute voice.

Hyunjin’s hands went under his hoodie, holding your bare waist. His jaw clenched, and you saw in his body language how much he wanted to kiss you right then and there. He then slid his hands down and gently caressed your thighs. “ You can’t do that,” he told you. “You can’t just come in here, wearing nothing but underwear and my hoodie, start kissing my neck, and then tell me you just want to cuddle.”

“Says who? Those weren’t in the rules we established,” You replied, feigning innocence.

Hyunjin pouted, before he lifted you off of him. You guys cuddled for the next few hours, and you teased him a bit, leaving marks on his neck or placing your hand on his thigh.

Following this, before dinnertime (leftover takeout,) you announced that you were about to shower. Mischievously, you asked him if he wished to join you. He coughed, and you knew images popped into his head of you guys in the shower two nights prior.

After a few more painful hours, you were down to the final few minutes of the bet. You had to admit that you wanted to kiss him badly. After a day of teasing him, you had gotten fairly riled up, yourself.

Oh, how much you wanted to be straddling his lap, his familiar, comforting lips being not-so-gentle against yours as he grasped your hips, fire igniting between you two, and his mouth opening, leading the kiss expertly…

“Just kiss me already.” Your words were more of a plead and not so much a challenge. As much as you tried to hide the desperate whine in your voice, it was still there. Maybe you couldn’t go twelve hours without kissing him, either.

Hyunjin shut his eyes, and you knew this was difficult for him to resist, too. “No,” he sighed, fighting to hold himself back. “I’m not losing. Plus, I want my reward.”

You had completely forgotten about his reward, but thinking about it wasn’t helping your state. It was obvious how badly you both had wanted each other all day, and the thought of you guys finally having each other...you grew even warmer in your hoodie as your cheeks flushed. It didn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin.

“What about the punishment if you lose?” you asked, acknowledging how he’d never mentioned that part of the argument.

His next words surprised you. “Oh, babygirl, you would have never lasted a week.” The sentence was followed with a sly giggle, and you pouted.

“I could, too! It’s you who wouldn’t be able to last a week.”

“Stop. We’re not seeing how long we could go without sex.”

You crawled over to him and sat on his lap, your faces just inches from each other. “Just do it,” you begged, kissing his forehead and then his cheek. “Please. I need you. This challenge was excruciating.” Of course, you could have closed the distance, but that would be unfair to him.

“And you said that I couldn’t last twelve hours. You’ve been teasing me all day, too.”

Just then the timer rang on your phone, notifying you that the challenge was over. Hyunjin had won. Your eyes locked with his, and you saw, even in the dim lighting, how his pupils were blown wide in his eyes, overcome with desire. Without another moment to spare, he kissed you roughly. He pulled you infinitely closer to him, his mouth passionate, hot, and needy against yours. You let out a small gasp against his mouth.

“I won,” he whispered into your ear, breaking away from your lips for a few seconds. “What’s my reward?”

As a response, you kissed him again hungrily, both of you already knowing the answer.