galacticshadow68

[galacticshadow68]

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

[galacticshadow68]

one for me and one for you

pairing: choi jiung x reader

genre: angst, bittersweet ending (?)

warnings: smoking, mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of a past relationship that was mentally exhausting, intentional lowercase

word count: 1.5k

a/n: hello! apart from thinking about jiung 24/7, i got into one of my daydreaming episodes and decided to write it out hehe,, this made my heart hurt when i was writing it though,, hope you like it:)

everything’s a blur when you make your way through countless of bodies pressed against each other to try and find an exit. you’re at some party that your brother threw for no particular reason. the racing thoughts keep penetrating your mind and you’re in a hurry for fresh air.

a breath of relief escapes your lips as you find an exit to whatever that looks like a garden and open the glass door. in an instant the swift summer breeze hits your face and you feel less suffocated. there’s still people wandering around, talking. you walk outside until you find an empty space where you can sit down. you’re glad it didn’t rain that day and the grass is not wet.

your heart doesn’t feel at ease. you came here broken-hearted in hopes of forgetting what you had to witness when you came back home. even thinking about it, makes you feel disgusted. your boyfriend of two years, fucking someone else in your shared bedroom. with that also fucking over what the two of you had build up for such a long time of your life that you feel like you’ve wasted now.

you check your jeans, making sure you still have it and take out a pack of cigarettes. only one left. you don’t know why, maybe it’s the alcohol in your system or the way the world is crashing down on you right now, but you want to cry looking at that one cigarette. it’s stupid but for a moment it feels like you can sympathize with it. there’s only one left, you use it, it does it’s purpose and then there’s nothing left anymore. just like you felt right now - a nobody.

there was no love left in your relationship but you kept putting it at the back of your head. still expecting something in return but getting hurt countless of times instead. you should’ve known that you would stumble upon this kind of pain. not the physical one which you unfortunately had to endure for the time you spend together yet still somehow made yourself to love him unconditionally.

you shake your head and force yourself to stop thinking. just for a bit. you take out the cigarette and light it with a lighter that you had since childhood. another thing that brings your memories back of how everything was okay back then. then where did you slip and take the wrong turn?

you hold the cigarette up to your lips and take in the first inhale. you close your eyes as the smoke leaves your mouth and try to relax. it doesn’t feel the same anymore. smoking already failed making you feel intoxicated some time ago and you don’t know why you keep continuing failing your health. maybe it’s the occurring thoughts of not wanting to be here anymore.

you feel someone’s presence next to you but you pay it no mind. you continue looking up at the dark sky, where there’s little to no clouds and the stars look down at you.

from the corner of your eye you can see that someone sit down next to you and stretch out their legs. you can imagine that you look like an easy prey to approach right now. “don’t hit on me, i am not in the mood” you say, as a puff of smoke leaves your lips. you believe those words might not do much when there’s a party going on and practically everyone’s drunk.

“i was not going to” you hear a chuckle. something clicks in your head as it sounds way too familiar and something you haven’t heard in awhile. you twist your head to the mysterious person and for a second you feel like you’re dreaming. “hi y/n” he smiles.

jiung sits there on the ground, leaning back on his arms and stares at you. you blink a couple of times but don’t say anything. it doesn’t feel real. “am i hallucinating?” you ask but more to yourself.

he lets out a hoarse chuckle. “no, you’re not. it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

that’s right, it’s been awhile. three years to be exact. jiung’s someone that you missed dearly, someone who made a strong impact while being the person you gave your heart to three years ago. truth be told, the relationship wasn’t perfect either. a lot of mentally draining steps you had to take when you were with him. you being too young and inexperienced to be able to take up the struggles of his and jiung not doing a great job with challenging his either.

you tried your best, you really did, but being with a person that was always on the edge of ending it all, was messing with your head and emotions.

it took a lot from you to leave the person you cared about so much back then but it felt like the only option. even jiung pushed you away when you tried to be there for him, so you didn’t see any other way. but even now, not a day goes by that you do not think about jiung. after all he was your first love. you left him with good people, those who you knew would take care of him, because in the end, you couldn’t do it yourself.

“it surely has” you replied, taking another whiff of the cigarette that was quickly burning up. your phone, that was on the grass beside you, began to buzz and you looked down at it. his name lit up the screen but you didn’t reach for your phone. only listened as the ringtone gradually was coming to an end.

“you’re not going to answer it?” jiung asks. you look back at him and shake your head.

“it’s not worth it. nothing really is” you mutter the last part.

“your boyfriend?” jiung asks again, reaching out and tilting your phone towards himself. you follow his movements with your eyes but don’t budge.

in an instant your heart becomes heavy again. you inhale another puff of smoke. “my ex as of today”

you hear jiung let out a small ‘oh’ as he puts the phone back. you’re back to your usual crowded mind state and can’t help but begin to speak. you’re not sure if jiung wants to hear it but you need someone who could listen. and jiung’s always been a good listener.

“cheated on me and i caught him today in the action.” you simply say. then proceed to let out a chuckle of disbelief. “after all this time i put up with him, let him put his hands on me and manipulated into loving him, lying to myself that that’s okay, that’s how it’s supposed to be, only in the end for him to throw me away… what an asshole”

jiung stays silent and you quickly realize you might’ve overshared. as you’re about to say you’re sorry, he suddenly pulls up the sleeve of your shirt. you jerk and stare at him wide eyed as he scans the bruises on your arm.

“why…” he starts to say, softly brushing his fingertips on the flesh of your skin. your eyes follow his hands as they examine every little bruise you had. for some reason, you don’t back away. maybe it’s the fact that you feel so over it by now or maybe it’s because his touch feels so soothing. when his fingertips reach the end of your bruises, he slowly looks up and meets his gaze with yours. “why did you let him do this to you?”

only now did the exposure of your arms hit you and the realization that jiung knows there has to be more all over your body, made you feel bare. the painful memories you tended to cover up for the longest of time, were now exposed in a matter of seconds.

you break the eye contact and gaze elsewhere. the cigarette you were holding, has now lost all it’s life and was irrelevant. you wondered whether it had any hidden meanings behind it. you sighed, taking the now empty pack of cigarettes and throwing the burnt butt in there.

“not everyone has it easy, jiung” you said as you looked up at the sky one last time before standing up. the muffled sound of music would occasionally remind you where you were right now. yet you had nowhere else to go, going back to your house would only mean few things and you would rather avoid it. for a second, you pondered whether your brother would even care if you stayed.

“want another one?” jiung’s voice intrude your thoughts and as you turn around, he pulls out a cigarette pack out of his jacket. he holds it in his hand and reaches out for you and it feels like an invitation to sit back down and spend the rest of the night talking.

“there’s only two. one for me, and one for you” jiung says as he examines the inside of the pack and pulls out exactly two cigarettes. then looks at you again. there’s a glint of hope in his eyes.

your body moves before you can think radically and an immediate smile plasters on jiung’s face as he realizes you‘re taking what he offered you and sitting back down.

you don’t know what kind of person jiung came to be but at this moment you were willing to figure him out all over again.

[galacticshadow68]

ALL MINE — CJU

nonidol!au — boyfriends!bestfriend!jiung x afab!reader

cw: established relationship w/ intak, cheating (i don't condone it so don't do it mfs), first orgasm (lol ikr), unprotected sex, oral (f!r), praise, degradation, name calling, choking, rough sex, fingering (f!r), squirting (?), getting caught, idk tell me if i messed something

wc: 2.7k

a/n: after a long wait, here it is! i removed a little bit of content from my teaser post but that's cause i felt a little rushed and i wanted to get this out like... asap. i hope y'all enjoy even tho it's not the best. oh btw! lmk if you want a part 2 ;)

YOU and intak have been together for almost a year now and while things have been more than great, you couldn't help but feel like something was lacking.

two months into the relationship, intak had introduced you to his closest friends, taeyang, keeho, shota, jongseob, and jiung.

they all quickly became your friends and took you in as one of their own.

all except jiung.

while he put on the front that he was alright with you around, he wasn't. and that was mainly because, even if he had his eyes on you for a second, his cock would harden under his pants.

you are the most beautiful person he had ever seen before, and your intellect only intrigued him more. he wonders how someone like you could even be with someone like intak.

sure, intak was his friend and he adored him but when it comes to you, he could care less about intak, or anyone for that matter.

you didn't begin to get close with jiung until keeho's new year's get together.

you had found jiung on the balcony, looking over the city and quietly sipping his drink.

"whatcha doin out here all alone?", you joke, taking a seat next to him

he shrugs and takes another sip, staying utterly silent.

that was until your drunken thoughts got to you and made you start crying.

"you hate me!", you sob

he chokes on his drink, some of it spilling out of his mouth, "what?! what makes you think that?!"

"you never talk to me-"

"that doesn't mean i hate you, [name]"

the way your name rolled off his tongue was perfect. like, your name was made to be said by him.

"i thought intak already told you i'm a man of few words"

"he mentioned it but... i didn't believe him. you just seem so... friendly and outgoing"

he chuckles lowly, "why thank you. i try to be"

you and jiung talked all night, and right when the countdown started, here came intak and theo.

"3! 2! 1! happy new year!"

intak cupped your cheeks and kissed you with much adoration, while jiung sat on the other side of you, not bothering to look at the two of you.

it should be him kissing you. it should be him touching you, holding you, fucking you.

he thought about how cute you'd look with glossy eyes, begging to be fucked like a little bitch in heat.

he thought about how you'd look cumming around him and squirming under him while he fucks you through it.

he thought about how precious you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, pretty pink lips stained with the white thickness that would be his cum.

and there it was again, like clockwork, a fucking boner.

four months in and you finally got through to jiung.

so much so that you'd consider him one of your best friends.

you told him everything, even things you'd never dare to tell intak.

your declaration made water trickle down from his nose, "intak can't make you cum?"

you nod.

"so... you've never had an orgasm?"

"nope", you respond calmly

jiung's mind went wild. thought after thought of wanting to be your first everything.

you both sat in silence, you gnawing on your bottom lip to ignore the fact you're incredibly embarrassed and jiung fighting with his thoughts to not say what he really wanted to say.

"would you like me to change that?"

and of course, he let his thoughts win. but in his case, who else but him should make you writhe?

and that's where it all started: just one orgasm forced by his fingers.

who knew from that day forward you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.

every time you're left alone together, it's within seconds that your lips are pressed together and moving in perfect sync, your clothes on the floor, and getting fucked deeply into the mattress.

you'll never do it again, you promise yourself, for intak's sake. but why does it feel so good? why does being with jiung feel so fucking good?

your affair with jiung was a sin but why do you not care so much?

intak was a beautiful lover, taking the time to pepper every inch of skin with kisses and whimpering in your ear about how much he loves you.

but jiung, he was a devilish lover. all he has to do is look at you and you'll know exactly what he wants. he'll look at you then to the floor and you'll know exactly what he wants. with one calling motion of his fingers, you're on your knees for him.

intak has told you about how thoughtful and kindhearted jiung is. but with you, oh he's a demon in disguise.

on intak's birthday, jongseob and soul came up with the idea to eat lunch at this luxurious restaurant in seoul.

but little did the birthday boy know, his girlfriend was stuffed full of his best friend's fingers.

jiung would slowly thrust his ringed fingers into [name], making her hunch over their plate.

"doll, are you alright?"

intak's sudden question pulled you out of that state of pleasure.

you look up at him and nod, "mhm, i'm fine lover boy"

you reach out to grab his hand then jiung's fingers curled up inside of you, thrusting faster than before and nearly pressing the spot that makes you whimper and clench around his knuckles.

you slam your thighs shut, giving him the signal to stop and thankfully, he does.

and as soon as jiung's dessert was set on the table, he took two of his fingers — the same two fingers that was just inside of you, scissoring your hole — and gathered the whipped cream, placing his fingers in his mouth and licking it clean.

the whole table looked at him weird, keeho's face curling up in disgust.

"jiung, we are in public"

"what? it's sweet"

keeho rolls his eyes, "bitch we're still in public"

"let me do me"

"today is not your birthday, do you in two months"

jiung leans back in his chair and pokes at his piece of cake with his fork, "i know someone who'll do me in two months", he muttered.

"your hand isn't a who", jongseob says nonchalantly before eating his spoonful of his dessert.

everyone but jiung bursts into laughter at jongseob's snarky remark, but he was right.

someone would be doing him in 2 months, on his birthday.

you went into jiung's room, seeing his headphones on his head and a fashion show playing on his monitor.

you snuck up behind him and slowly pulled his headphones off, giving him a gentle kiss on his earlobe.

you see the corners of his lips curl up before he turns around, his smile fading.

jiung didn't know you had owned a choker.

jiung didn't know you had owned a short pastel blue and white plaid skirt.

jiung didn't know you had owned a lace bralette.

and jiung certainly didn't know about the white stockings with the prettiest, little blue bows on them.

his eyes traveled up and down your body endlessly, his eyebrows raising and jaw dropping.

"do you like it?"

"like it?", he huffed, "i love it"

he extends his hands, going straight for your waist and pulling you in between his legs. his calloused but gentle fingers felt you up, sliding up and down your sides to your outer thighs before comfortably slipping under your skirt to cup your ass.

you giggle at his excitement, his hands kneading with the flesh of your ass and placing little kisses on your stomach.

"is this mine tonight?", he asks before slapping your ass.

you smile at him, resting your hands on his shoulders, "since it's your birthday, i'm fully at your disposal today"

"happy birthday to me then"

jiung pulls you into his lap, your thighs straddling his. he leans back, taking you down with him and kissing you.

you felt yourself getting warmer, and wetter, his experienced hands cupping your tits. he begins to kiss your collarbones, gradually making his way up to your neck.

"since you're mine for the next 24 hours", he mumbles against your skin, "if i want you, you'll come to me, right?"

you hum in response as jiung's hands grope your ass once again.

"even if you're with intak?"

your lips press together into a line as you thought about how to answer that.

on one hand, it was jiung's birthday and you wanted to make him feel special since you've been spending all your time with your boyfriend. but on the other hand, you didn't want intak to be suspicious.

"yes, even if i'm with intak"

what the fuck [name] i thought you were still thinking, you cursed at yourself.

you assume that was the answer he wanted to hear. as soon as those words left your mouth, jiung lifted you up and stood from his chair, walking over to his bed and placing you on it, his body hovering over yours.

his hands traveled up your legs to your thighs, groping at the flesh of your outer thighs then moving down to get on his knees.

"try to stay still", he mumbles before lifting your skirt

his eyes dart up to yours, "no panties? wow, this really is a birthday gift", he nearly squeals

jiung wasted no time dipping his head into your core. his wet tongue flattened against your folds, prying them apart with the tip and gathering up all the sweet wetness seeping from your hole.

when he lightly sucks on your folds, you squirm and close your legs around his head but his arms link around your thighs, parting them and forcing you to keep them open as he continues to suck on you.

his tongue travels up and down before setting up a home on your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before bringing it into his mouth, suckling on the bud like it was a baby bottle.

you tried to keep your composure but you couldn't help but moan. the more you tried to close your legs, the tighter his grip got and the more he sucked on you.

his tongue pushed into your hole, your walls tightening around him.

your mouth opened to plead with him to stop, but the only thing that came out was a carnal groan as the fire in the pit of your stomach grows. jiung's tongue plunges in and out of you as his nose presses against your clit, adding pressure onto the already mind blowing head.

your fingers grip at his hair, yanking harshly as your orgasm is right around the corner.

but it was quickly ruined as he pulled away, lips glistening with your arousal. jiung stands on his feet, pulling him sweatpants and boxers down, his rock hard cock springing into the air. the angry red tip was leaking precum and you couldn't wait to put that beautiful cock of his inside you.

he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the end of the bed, his tip prodding at your hole before slowly sliding in. your wetness covered his cock from the tip to the base as you pull him down to your lips by his black tank top.

your lips collide and in the heat of the moment, jiung begins to thrust into you at a moderate pace, your soft moans muffled by his swollen and wet lips.

you begin to move your hips with his, fucking him back. and this only riled up jiung more.

he stopped, his hands placed next to your head and his blonde hair in your face as he watches you take his cock by yourself.

he huffs, "you're such a little slut for me", he looks back up at you, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, "aren't you, pretty girl?"

his voice was low which only made more arousal escape from your already stuffed hole, not that he minded. he loved the messes you made for him, and just for him.

normally jiung was a clean, very neat individual but once you're under him, all that goes out the window.

he pulls away, his cock slipping out with a string of wetness still connecting you to each other. he flipped you over onto your stomach, bunching the tight short skirt you had on and pulling you nearly off the bed.

he wraps a hand around himself, pumping it a few times before entering you again, this time at a dangerously slow pace. his thrusts became deep, his tip brushing against that gooey spot inside of you while he lays down on you and kisses the shell of your ear.

"i'm gonna make you mine..."

his hips lift up, slamming into yours as he puts much power and emphasis into his next words.

"all... fucking... mine..."

you cry out as his cock hits that spot again and again, more wetness leaving you and sticking to jiung's pelvis.

he groans as you clench around him, standing up and slapping your ass before pressing your hips deep into the mattress below you, putting all his strength onto keeping you still.

jiung's hips pull so far back you thought he was coming out of you before he pushes back into you again, your whole body moving forward from the force and you screaming out in pleasure.

he does it again, hearing you call out his name in desperation before he does it again.

he continues with that action, his tip kissing your cervix and your head buried into the mattress, fingers tugging on the bedsheets and arousal squirting all over his pelvis and lower stomach.

he smiles at the mess you're making together before he pulls out, slapping his hard wet cock onto your puffy lips and sliding back into you.

you couldn't hold out any longer, he's fucking you so good you don't know if you can even stand after this.

"can i cum? please?!", your head lifts up just enough for him to hear

"of course princess. i want you to cum all over me. cum on this cock, your cock"

"ain't this dick yours?", you could hear the smirk in his voice

"yes! 's mine!"

"and that perfect little pussy? whose is it?"

you groan loudly, your orgasm was right there.

"please... please... fuck please"

he could feel your legs shaking and he's satisfied, knowing he's the only man who would turn you into a babbling baby.

jiung pulls at your hair, forcing you to stand as he puts a hand on your throat and another on your stomach. he feels the bulge of his cock buried deep into you and the grip on your throat tightens as the thought of him breaking you invaded his mind.

and with one more powerful thrust, you're screaming. he acts quickly and kisses you, your noises being muddled again as your legs and body shakes under his touch.

your body collapses onto the bed, little tremors making you fuck jiung just a bit.

"ha-ppy birthday... j-jiung...", you say out of breath

"a happy birthday it is indeed", he smiles

he pulls out of you, getting back into his knees and licking his lips, about to devour your pussy again.

that is until the room door opens.

"hey jiung! happy bir-"

jongseob stops mid sentence, not being able to believe his eyes.

there you were, damn near naked and exposed in front of jiung and him with his cock out, still wet from just fucking you and his lips close to connecting with your folds.

jongseob rubs his eyes, seeing if he was just hallucinating but no, he wasn't.

"don't you say a word about this to intak"

"i... i wasn't even here..."

jongseob backs up slowly, shutting the door and shuddering in both disgust and confusion.

he never took you for a cheater, let alone a homie hopper. but as he stood there and thought about it some more, it begins to make sense.

every time you and jiung are left alone, you two always come back with messy hair and clothes. once, your lipstick was slightly smeared on his fingers after the boys left you two alone for an hour.

it all makes sense now to jongseob, but he couldn't dare to tell intak, even though intak was calling him.

"hello?"

"did jiung like his present?!", he was ecstatic

"y-yeah... he liked it..."

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A P1Harmony Beginner’s Guide

Since I’m seeing lots of new people taking an interest in P1Harmony these days, I thought now is the perfect time to make a little guide like this that might help a few of you with getting to know the boys better^^

Guide Masterlist

Music Videos:

Siren

Breakthrough

Scared

Do It Like This

Do It Like This English Version

Gotta Get Back (feat. Pink Sweat$)

Doom Du Doom

Music Show Stages:

All Siren Era Music Show Stages

All Scared Era Music Show Stages

All Do It Like This Era Music Show Stages

Some Covers & Performances worth checking out: everything they do is worth checking out imo, but I can’t link every single thing they’ve ever done here skldajfölkads

Maniac (Conan Gray Cover)

Good 4 U (Olivia Rodrigo Cover)

At My Worst (Pink Sweat$ Cover)

Shine (Pentagon Cover)

Our Beloved Medley Vocal Cover

Billie Eilish Medley Dance Cover

(everything else is under the cut, because this got a bit long)

Keep reading

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There are now 5 chapters posted! Please check out this ongoing series of one shots <3 

Chapter 1: Connected (Bang Chan x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 2: Going Dumb (Bang Chan x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 3: The View (Changbin x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 4: Up All Night (Felix x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 5: Glow (Minsung x Plus Size Reader)

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A modern love story.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader

genre/tags: smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected s*x (wrap before u tap), size kink, jisung has huge d*ck, jisung c*ms on readers face, i think that’s it lmk if i missed any 0_o

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when your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

TAGLIST: @baldyongbokkie (lmk if you’d like to be added to my future fics)

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting, and banging. You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while. You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just “looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart ” you know it super lame but most guys like corny stuff like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, you barely gave anyone a right swipe because you were too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and as you were just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you. As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin. She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification,

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder shows you 2 more new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile at yourself at that comment, you never really see yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone that hot sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bite your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this hot could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

It’s now the next day and you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from the side. His hair was a little messy but in a cute way, he had a small stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he looked even more beautiful in person. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is” you tell him “I’m not the biggest fan of dating apps but I decided to give it a shot” you say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He says with a goofy grin on his face, you giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy, it’s definitely bringing your mood up.

The date goes extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt lighthearted and easy with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already. You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked for hours about any and everything, you talked so long you watched the sunset together, then looked at the stars. You looked down and noticed that you were holding hands this whole time, you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go. You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. You can’t wait any longer for him to end up in you bed tonight and you wanted nothing more than that. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time. You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands were roaming all over your body and your hands were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He picks you up and lifts you onto the kitchen counter, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can slide his tongue in you. His movements are gentle and he kisses you passionately, his hand is behind your neck and the other is stroking your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for a second.

“You are so beautiful y/n” He says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, he kisses your ear and licks it. He peppers a few more kisses down your neck and starts to suck lightly, causing you to let out a moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a little a small bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. He comes closer to you and you feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit. You go back to making out and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and plays with them through your shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands from under your shirt. He runs his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them, making you moan in his mouth. He groans as you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, you’re trying to find his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, you bring his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head, “yes please, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, he throws it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan as you can see him palming himself, you wanted to take him in your mouth.

“Let me give you head” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Your eyes grow wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off. You contemplate how you’re going to fit all of this into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You start to lick the tip of his cock and he winces, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, you keep a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva is everywhere now, all over your face, chest, his cock, and the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick” you blurt out while taking a break, you wanted to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it and was sucking his cock like your life depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Oh yeah.. that’s it baby.. just like that” Han says with his eyes closed and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at a faster pace. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, you want him to know how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s going to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then you go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, you felt a sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now plastered all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear. He drags his fingers along your slit and teases you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so sinful yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling and his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are in your pussy. You wanted his cock so badly, you were going to have to ask nicely for it though.

“I need you” you say to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside you, your pussy is aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock, need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He’s not a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure. The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me” Han says as he continues to slide his length inside you, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, my God” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed shut as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels so good daddy” you say to him as you keep moaning his name, you feel like you’re about to cum. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together” Han says, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your climax. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an amazing feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm coming, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says, grabbing your face to give you a kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing” you respond, smiling at his first impressions of you. It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why has someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?��� He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him. “Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat. He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things too quickly with someone. Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

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i miss cd drives. how could you just take her pussy away. likes its nothing

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STAY STILL

PAIRING — yeosang x reader

GENRE — smut, established relationship, gn!reader w/ fem anatomy, dom!yeosang, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, sex toys, bondage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), dirty talk/sexual language

WORD COUNT — 975

SUMMARY — “you look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”

“Stay still,” Yeosang ordered as his hand held the vibrator against you. “You move too much.”

You whined pathetically, your body squirming. The vibrations against your clit were running through you like waves. It felt like it’d been forever, but it’d really only been just a few minutes ago that he’d placed the toy on you. You reached your hand out to touch him. “Yeosang, please —”

“—Ah, ah!” He swatted at your hand. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet, baby.”

“Please let me touch you,” you pleaded. Your only response from him was an increase of the vibrator’s intensity. Your back arched off the bed and your hands flailed out to your side helplessly.

Yeosang moved the toy in circular motions on your clit. It was agonizingly slow and you were fighting back the urge to buck your hips into it. “You’re cute when you beg, but it’s still a no. Now be still and don’t move while you take what I give you, okay?”

You were certain it would’ve been easier to grow wings and fly than to stay still as the vibrator pulsed against your core. Your cries grew marginally as you tried to keep yourself in place. Your legs were spread for him, his free hand resting at your knee. As you got closer to your release, your muscles tensed, legs clamming shut.

Yeosang’s hand pressed against your knee to keep your legs open. “What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

You moaned and your core began to flutter as your high neared closer. “I’m s-so close…”

He shushed you. “I know, baby.”

You whimpered when he set the toy to a higher setting, body quivering under the force of your orgasm as it took you. You cried out into the air, voice echoing in the bedroom. Your hands fisted the sheets with a tight grip in an attempt to hold yourself still. The orgasm was intense as the waves of pleasure pulsed through you.

Yeosang snickered as he watched you. His thumb pressed a button and soon the toy was set to its highest frequency. His hand gripped your knee when your legs tried to close again. “Take just a little more for me.”

Your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. You cried out his name. “It's too much!”

“Shhh,” he cooed at you. Yeosang gazed down at the vibrator as it pressed against your wet heat. “What did I say, hm?”

You gulped. You felt the sweat forming on your forehead. “I have to t-take what you give me.”

Yeosang smirked. “Exactly.”

You were almost like a floundering fish out of water as you lied there, body squirming and convulsing as the vibrator continued to assault your core. Sweat beaded on your skin while you willed your legs to stay open for him. But try as you might, you couldn’t keep them shut anymore. Your second high blindsided you, your legs snapping shut in an attempt to rid yourself of the overload of pleasure. You grabbed his wrist and pleaded with him that it was far too much.

Yeosang leveled a firm expression on you as he watched you wiggle underneath him. “You don’t listen very well.” You could’ve sighed in relief when he took the toy away from your poor clit, but the peace was short lived. He walked to the drawer that was near the bed, opening it to retrieve something inside.

You tensed when you saw what was in his hands.

He turned to you with long black straps in his hands. His eyebrow quirked as he regarded you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Since you won't listen on your own, I'll have to make you.”

You didn't offer up much resistance as he strapped all four of your limbs to the bed frame. Your arms were completely immobile as well as your legs. He had your legs spread wide for him and there was nothing you could do but be at his mercy. You eyed him closely as you waited for his next move. He smirked down at you as he positioned his face between your open thighs.

“This will make you behave much better,” Yeosang spoke against the skin of your thigh, hot breath making chills rise across it.

Goosebumps prickled along your legs and you bit your lip to stifle a sigh. You strained against the straps as his mouth encompassed your sensitive bud, hips bucking against his face. "Oh, f-fuck!"

Yeosang chuckled against you. His hands gripped your thighs as he pressed his face into you further. He used his hands to spread your slick folds wide. His gaze traveled up your body to lock with yours just as his tongue delved between your folds to lap up your sweet essence.

You struggled as you desperately tried to move your arms, the need to grasp something to ground yourself dire as the pleasure of his tongue fucking your hole was too much to bare. The straps were taut as you pulled against them, back arching off the bed you as you cried out. “Fuck, I'm going to cum!”

Yeosang quickened his tongue inside you until your were coming on his tongue. Your whole body tensed, legs desperate to close around his head but restrained by the straps. You came all over his mouth and he hungrily lapped all of it up. He kissed up your body until he was hovering above your face. He smiled down at your sweaty, fucked out state. “You look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”

You pulled against the straps yet again as you cursed when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. Your body shuddered as he pushed himself in.

“See how good it is when you behave for me?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE — please tell me if this was even any good i feel so rusty when writing these days :’)

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BETWEEN

PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

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It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

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dream lover — h.hj

warnings: SMUT, lots of kissing because i have a problem, vaginal fingering, an excessive amount of pet names bc i’m also a soft bitch, lowkey corruption of a plushie (i am so sorry), unprotected sex/coming inside (please do not do this at home), hints at dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk bc hyunjin is Filthy, uhhhh i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed something?

wc: 3.2k

note: so. this is what i have been working on for like a week now <3 originally it was supposed to be much, much longer but i simply could not bare to work on it anymore so . here she is. i’ve kinda worked on it sporadically so if there are parts that don’t flow or make sense no there aren’t <33 enjoy!

Even though you’d been with Hyunjin for almost six months now, you swore you could never get tired of kissing him. His lips were so perfectly plump and soft, and he knew exactly what to do with his mouth to have you weak in the knees.

Guess it’s a good thing I’m not standing, you thought distantly.

You weren’t exactly sure how long you and Hyunjin had been lounging around in your bed, him leaning back against the headboard and you in his lap, kissing each other like your lives depended on it. But as he pulled you closer to him without breaking the kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, you almost couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Love your lips, angel,” he murmured between kisses. “would kiss them all day if you’d let me.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin moved to start kissing along your jaw and down your neck, giving the both of you a much needed breather. You buried your fingers in his dark hair, tugging on the strands gently whenever he came across a particularly sensitive spot. He’d been growing it for a while now, the ends almost reaching his shoulders, and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. “Mm, if we could I’d let you in a heartbeat.”

Hyunjin pulled away from your neck to look up at you with a pout. “Then what’s stopping us?”

You snorted, leaning down to peck his pouty bottom lip, which he used to turn into a kiss so thorough you almost forgot what you were going to say. “The fact that we should be using our time more productively, for one.”

“Kissing can be productive!” You raised a brow at him silently. “Doesn’t it burn like, two or three calories a minute or something?”

You patted his cheek. “Something like that.”

“So let’s start exercising!” Hyunjin dived back into your neck, placing feather light kisses all over it and making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

“C’mon Jinnie,” You sounded breathless when he finally pulled away. “Let’s do something tonight, I’m tired of staying in all the time.”

While it may have been a slight exaggeration (you didn’t really stay in all the time), there was no doubt that you and your boyfriend were a more introverted couple. Most nights the two of you opted to stay in one of your apartments, usually yours (because Hyunjin seemed to like being surrounded by pink, and pastels, and everything you). And while you enjoyed being alone with your boyfriend for hours on end, along with lots of privacy since your roommate was hardly ever home, you were desperate to go out and actually do something.

“Hmm,” Hyunjin thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh! I think Jisung’s having a party tonight, we could go to that?”

You immediately stiffened up in his hold. “On second thought, let’s stay in after all. I think I have some popcorn if you wanted to-“

“Baby come onnnn,” Hyunjin whined. “Why don’t you wanna meet my friends? And don’t even try to deny it.” He pinched your hip softly when you opened your mouth, presumably to come up with a lame excuse. “You just said you wanted to go out. What’s wrong with going to Jisung’s party?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” You mumbled, looking down and playing with one of the strings of his hoodie. “I just- I don’t know. I’m not really a party person. And I do want to meet your friends, but just the thought of it makes me nervous. What if I say something dumb? Or do something wrong? Or what if they just don’t like me? And then they might want you to break up with me and-“

“Woah, woah, baby calm down.” Hyunjin interrupted you. “So what if you do something stupid when you meet them? We’re all human, and you’re allowed to make mistakes. And who on earth wouldn’t like you, of all people?” His arms tightened around you, pulling you up against his chest and allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and if, for some crazy reason, my friends don’t absolutely adore you, then…” he shrugged. “Sucks to be them, I guess. Not all of us can have the best girlfriend in the world.”

You smacked his arm with barely any force behind it. “Shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“Wow,” He gasped. “Here I am, trying to reassure my silly little girlfriend and what does she do? Slap me and call me embarrassing.”

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You really think they’ll like me?”

“I know they will, baby. Ten bucks says you and Felix become best friends instantly.” Hyunjin pecked your forehead.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” You pressed a kiss to his pulse. “I might still need some convincing to meet them.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin’s hand drifted up your back to tangle in your hair, and suddenly his grip was tight, pulling your head back so he could see your face. He kissed your lips softly. “Guess I’ll just have to make it worth it, won’t I?”

The slight stinging sensation on your scalp paired with his soft lips moving down to kiss along your neck and up to suck on your jaw made you whimper. “Please, Jinnie.”

He pulled away with a wet sound, no doubt leaving the beginnings of a sizable mark, right where everyone could see. “What should I do baby? Hm? What can I do to convince you?”

“Anything,” You tried grinding down against him, but his hands were suddenly on your hips, gripping them so tight you couldn’t move an inch.

“You sure about that honey? I can do anything?”

“Just-“ Not being able to move and get the friction you so desperately wanted was making you frustrated. “Stop teasing and f-fuck me already!”

“Fuck you?” Hyunjin raised a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t know…” He took one hand off your hip and grabbed your jaw, making your lips pucker out ever so slightly. “I don’t know if little girls who start demanding things deserve to get their cunts fucked.”

Normally you’d be all for letting him take complete control and throwing you around anyway he pleased, but for some reason at that moment it just didn’t feel right. You wanted him to fuck you, and maybe be a litte rough, yes. But not to the point where it made you feel like he’d forgotten he loved you.

“Jinnie,” your voice was high and breathless. “Please, not-not today.”

Hyunjin’s eyes softened, as did his grip on you. He moved his hand to caress your cheek. “You okay, pretty girl?”

You nodded as you shuffled closer to him. “Yeah. Just want you today, is all.” You mumbled, suddenly shy.

He knew exactly what you meant, because of course he did. “Just want me?” Hyunjin kissed from your cheekbone down to your lips. “My baby just wants me to take care of her? Fuck her so good she doesn’t worry about anything but my cock? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly and leaned in to connect your lips in a deep kiss once again, moaning softly as you felt his hand make its way under the shirt, that was actually one of his, that you were wearing. He cupped your breast and squeezed it gently, brushing his thumb across your nipple, and you couldn't stop yourself letting out a small squeak.

You could feel the corner of Hyunjin’s mouth lift in what you knew was a smirk, and you pulled back with a small frown.

“What?”

Hyunjin bit his slightly swollen bottom lip. “Nothing, nothing.” He started pulling up your shirt, letting out a soft groan when it was pushed over your chest, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“Then why’re you laughing?” You whined as he began to leave soft pecks around your nipple.

“Because,” Hyunjin flicked his tongue against the nub, reveling in your sharp inhale at the action. “My darling is so,” a small kiss to your left breast. “fucking,” another to the right one. “cute.” and he lifted his head to press a final kiss on your lips, looking up at you with a grin. “My cute little baby, hm?”

“Yeah,” You breathed, burying your hands in his hair and tugging him closer to your chest. “Yours, just yours.”

“Mine.” He groaned, pulling your hips down to grind against his bulge and letting his head fall back at the sweet pressure. After a few minutes of mindless grinding, Hyunjin slid his hand around to give your ass an appreciative squeeze before patting it lightly. “Fuck, I-“ He swallowed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “C’mon baby, up. Wanna get you ready for my cock.”

You and Hyunjin switched places, with you lying back against your pillows and him kneeling in front of your legs. His fingers trailed up, up, up, until they reached the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down to reveal your lacy blue panties.

He glanced up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Put these on just for me, huh?”

You looked away with a flush and began to mess with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. “Who else would I be wearing them for, Chaeryeong?”

As he took the shirt’s hem from your hands and pushed it up once again to rest over your chest, not even bothering to take it off all the way, Hyunjin made a face. “Don’t mention your roommate when we’re about to have sex.”

You swallowed the remark you were about to make, your mouth suddenly dry as he leaned down and began to leave wet kisses all along your inner thighs. He continued up to your hip bone, leaving a trail of small teeth marks where he couldn’t resist biting down on the flesh, as well as small patches of spit that were beginning to cool.

With one last kiss to the spot just above your pantyline, Hyunjin glanced up at you. “You doing okay baby? You’re awful quiet up there.”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘M good, promise.” If he decided to stop now, you were sure you would scream.

Seemingly able to sense your increasing lack of patience though, Hyunjin merely grinned at you before ducking back down and pulling your panties off, lightly kissing and sucking on the newly revealed skin.

Once they were fully discarded, he brushed his fingers along your folds, letting out a heavy breath once he felt just how wet you were. “Fuck, darling…”

“Baby, c’mon,” You whimpered. The feeling of him touching you so lightly was driving you crazy.

“Sorry, honey, sorry.” He wasn’t, and you both knew it. “Fingers or mouth, angel?”

“Just- Just fingers today, please.”

Hyunjin shuffled up the bed until you were face to face, with him pressed up tight against your side and propping himself up with one arm as he leaned down to connect your lips.

“Of course,” He murmured between kisses. “Anything for my polite girl.”

He continued to stroke your folds up and down, adding a bit more pressure each time, until he finally eased a finger inside. Even though it was slightly muffled by his lips, your moan at finally, finally, having something inside you still rang out loudly through the otherwise silent room.

Hyunjin pulled back with a nip to your bottom lip, his hand still moving and stretching you out. “Feels good, huh sweet girl?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. Please, please more.”

“So greedy and desperate.” Hyunjin sighed, but still added another finger as he reconnected your lips. Hyunjin curled his fingers upwards, thrusting them in and out and your hand flew up to grip Hyunjin’s arm, heat already curling deep within your gut from being pent up for so long.

“You close baby? Gonna cum all over my fingers so you’re nice and ready for my cock? Huh, baby?”

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, fuck Hyunjin.” His thumb had started to rub your clit, and your mind was focused on nothing but how his fingers were so long, and nimble, and how they felt so good stretching you out and rubbing against places you never seemed to be able to reach on your own. “Wanna cum, please, please, wanna cum so bad.”

“Go ahead honey,” He started kissing along your cheek softly. “Cum for me, now.”

Like your body was waiting for his permission, you finally snapped. Your pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers, and Hyunjin was once again reminded of how much he loved making you feel good.

“Okay, baby? Are you feeling alright?” He asked once you’d come down from your high.

“Mhm, I-“ You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” He pecked your lips and slowly pulled his fingers out, letting out a quiet groan when he saw how wet they were. “I swear you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Hey, no dying yet.” You tugged on his hoodie. “You still have to fuck me.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows rose. “You still want me to?”

“Well…yeah.” You started nibbling on your bottom lip, suddenly unsure. “I mean, unless you don’t want to-“

He cut you off with a kiss, licking across your lips until you opened your mouth for him, letting out a soft moan when he began to suck on your tongue. When he eventually pulled away with a soft smacking sound, his cheeks were flushed a light pink. “Baby, if I ever don’t want to fuck you just take me to the hospital, because clearly something is wrong with me.”

“You’re so silly,” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Now how do you want me?”

You let Hyunjin move you into the position he wanted, which ended up being you on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. As he was kissing up your back, you realized you still had his shirt on, though it wasn’t covering much seeing as it was pushed all the way up to just under your arms.

“Do you want me to take this off?” You began to lift yourself up so you could strip fully, but Hyunjin’s hands were suddenly on your wrists, successfully keeping you pinned.

“Nah,” He’d made his way up your back and was now kissing, biting, and sucking all across your neck. “Wanna fuck you in it, make sure you’re surrounded by nothing but me.” He punctuated his words with an extra hash bite to the sensitive skin just below your ear.

You swear you’d never felt so turned on in your life.

Somewhere between him releasing your wrists so his hands could grope all over your body and marking up your neck so much you knew you’d probably have to buy some more concealer, Hyunjin had rid himself of his clothes, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips from side to side in anticipation.

Hyunjin let out a quiet laugh, mumbling something that sounded like “Cute,” before one hand was digging into the left side of your ass, squeezing and pulling it to the side so you were spread out for him while the other aligned his cock with your entrance.

“You ready doll?”

You nodded your head rapidly as you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be the sushi cat plushie Hyunjin had gotten you on your first date, and hugging it to your chest. “‘M ready, ‘m so ready.”

His hand flexed, squeezing tighter for a moment, before he started pushing in. Once he was buried to the hilt, you both let out a breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being connected so deeply.

“Jinnie,” You whined, high pitched and needy. “You feel-feel so good.”

“Already, sweetheart?” Hyunjin gripped your hips tight. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Can’t- Can’t help it,” You hiccuped.

“Okay darling, I’ll stop teasing.” He finally began to move his hips, thrusting shallowly at first. “My sweet thing just needs me to fuck her. Just needs my cock in her pretty cunt.”

His voice had gone breathless, and that paired with the way his thrusts had started to get rough but were still so, so deep, had you burying your face in your plushie to muffle your pathetic whimpering.

“Uh, uh,” Hyunjin tutted, slowing down. “Don’t hide that gorgeous face from me angel. Let me see you and hear those pretty moans.”

You turned your head to look at him, teary-eyed. “But it’s-“ You sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “It’s embarrassing, Jinnie.”

“Its fucking hot, is what it is.” Hyunjin surprised you with a sudden thrust, more forceful than the rest, and you let out a small yelp as the head of his cock rubbed up against your sweet spot. “Right there, honey? Huh? Is that it?”

Any previous thoughts of being quiet flew out of your head as Hyunjin quite literally fucked you dumb.

“Jinnie, Jinnie, oh, fuck fuck fuck, Jinnie!” Your grip on Sushi Cat grew tighter, desperately needing something to ground yourself as your boyfriend kept fucking his cock into you so perfectly. The pleasure was unrelentless.

“Angel, fuck,” Hyunjin moaned as you started clenching tighter, edging closer and closer to your second release. “You feel so fucking good darling. Never- fuck- never wanna stop fucking you. Could spend the rest of my life buried inside this perfect pussy.”

“Jinnie I- fuck can I-can I cum? Please, please can I cum?”

“Fuck, yeah baby, yeah you can cum.” He pulled your hips up higher and reached around to stroke your clit. “Come on angel face, cum all over me. Make a mess on my cock.”

His words and the stimulation were enough to push you over the edge, cumming with a loud cry of his name.

Hyunjin only managed a few more thrusts before he buried himself in you as deep as he could get and cumming with a low moan of his own.

Several moments went by with your heavy breathing being the only sound in your room, before Hyunjin finally spoke.

“I swear every time we do that it gets better.” He leaned down to press kisses to the side of your face.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, content to lay there and bask in the affection he was giving you whilst still being plugged up by his cock. “that was…really good.”

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You ready for me to pull out?”

“Mm, sure go ahead.”

He slowly pulled out, and you made sure to tip your hips up so as not to let his cum spill out and make an even bigger mess on your bed.

“Well that’s a sight I could certainly get used to.”

“Jinnie c’mon,” You groaned as his fingers ghosted over your well used pussy. “Wanna get cleaned up and this position isn’t very comfortable.”

Hyunjin scooped you up, carrying you bridal style out of your bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. “That’s not what you were saying the other day when I had you in that position.”

You glared up at him from where you were resting your head on his shoulder. “If I had any energy left I’d smack you.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I fucked it all out of you, hm?” He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before setting you down on the counter while he went to turn on the shower.

And later, after you’d both put on some clothes fresh out of the dryer and cleaned everything up, as you were watching Pride and Prejudice for the third time and cuddling on the couch, Hyunjin tightened his arms around you and pecked your cheek. “So about Jisung’s party…”

[galacticshadow68]

sweet tooth — kinktober day one

word count: 2.9k

warnings/kinks: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, language, hand kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (he keeps the rings on, i couldn’t resist i’m sorry) , praise, some degradation, creaming, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

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you had to admit, this was one of the best and most relaxing moments ever. a peaceful evening in the fall, it was pretty dim out— though the soft orange string lights hanging around your room lit up the setting. your boyfriend was by your side, propped up by the pillows and head on his shoulder as you guys watched a movie and ate enough candy to give the two of you a sugar high.

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[galacticshadow68]

hii can you do a threesome with minho and hyunjin where hyun is hard mean dom bc i don't see a lot of it here.. with lots of dirty talk and degradation plz! and add more if u want

NO PERMISSION; HYUNHO

pairings. boyfriend!hyuno x fem!reader

wc. 978

warnings. meandom!hyunjin, softdom!leeknow, poly relationship, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, cumdump, princess, good girl), dirty talk, praise kink

i had to make lee know at least a soft dom , i don't see that man as a sub at all, i hope you like it💓!

hyunho comes home to see their princess using a toy.

—

"baby?" your eyes shot open, as your boyfriend walked into the room, he had just caught you with your hand on your clit, as you roughly fucked your dildo into your aching cunt. "lee know." your boyfriend looked so disappointed.

"baby, you know you're not supposed to touch yourself without our permission." you knew you weren't supposed to , but you couldn't help it , you were really needy , and they left you here all day alone. "he's not gonna like this." you really were fucked.

"just couldn't help yourself could you? fucking slut." hyunjin , your boyfriend stood in the doorway of your room. "this is your fault." he walked into the room. "my fault, how?" they both talked like you weren't even in the room.

"you spoiled the slut rotten now she thinks she could do what she wants." his words made you clenched around the dildo, you whimpered in pleasure. "because she's normally such a good girl." lee know was now sitting on the bed, stroking your hair.

"really?" hyunjin slapping your thighs, making you spread them. "because good girls don't fuck themselves with a dildo without permission, sluts do." hyunjin pushed the dildo back into your hole. "look at her, clenching around a fucking toy." he began to roughly fuck the toy into you. "fuck! " a moan flew out of your mouth.

"tsk, language baby." lee know said. "did you cum?" you shook your head no. "i..i couldn't." hyunjin stopped thrusting the dildo out of you, pulling it out, you whined at the sudden emptiness. "of course you couldn't, because you're a braindead whore who can't even get herself off without our help." he unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to his ankles.

"ass up, now." he manhandled your body the way he wanted, slapping your ass. "look at you, so ready to take more, was that dildo not enough?" he slapped your ass. "answer me slut." you yelped at the sting. "n..no, n..not enough." he scoffed, positioning his tip at your heat. "insatiable whore." he slammed into you.

"s..shit." he groaned, moving his hips against yours. "couldn't wait a few hours for us to get home to fuck you, you just have to have something in your pussy or you can't fucking function." he roughly fucked you into the mattress, face pressed against the pillows.

"princess." lee know tapped your cheek, tapping the tip of his cock on your lips. "open your mouth for me please." you slowly opened your mouth, he groaned as he slid into your mouth. "good girl." he breathed, thrusting into your mouth. "see baby you don't need that toy."

"f..fuck, two cocks to fill you up every night, but you'd rather use a dildo." he pulled out, slapping his tip against your clenching hole. "n..no please." you begged. "stop begging whore." he pushed back into you. "s..shit so tight." he grabbed your head pushing you farther on lee knows cock, making the elder boy groan, as hyunjin fucked into you. "slut loves getting her holes filled doesn't she?"

lee know on the other hand stroked your cheek as you tried to keep sucking his cock. "good girl, such good girl, sucking my cock, s..shit im gonna cum, gonna take my cum down your throat right?" you tried to nod, he smiled. "good- ngh s..shit!" he thrusted softly into your face, cumming down your throat. "good job princess, now swallow it for me." you shakily swallowed, opening your mouth.

"good job, hyune doesn't she deserve a reward?" the younger boy grunted. "the slut doesn't deserve anything, but she can take my cum like the cumdump she is." his abdomen tightened as he came. "s..shit take it!" he fucked his cum into you, pulling out watching his cum leak out. "keep inside you." he used his finger, fucking back into you. "h..hyunjin." tears filled your eyes as you still didn't get your release.

"poor baby didn't get to cum." lee know took hyunjin's place. "i got you princess." he turned you on your back, slotting himself in between your legs. "p..please." you begged, tears now falling down your face. "i got you." he pushed himself in. "f..fuck love, you're so warm." he slowly rocked into you. "there you go princess, take my cock like a good girl."

you were a moaning mess, between the dildo and hyunjin, you were about to cum already. "s..shit, princess, you're clenching my cock so much, gonna cum already." lee know began to pick up the pace, your tits jiggling from the impact. "look at those tits bouce." hyunjin placed his tip at your mouth. "open, slut." he slapped his tip on your tongue, and you closed your mouth around him sucking.

"f..fuck." he groaned, you moaned around his tip, as the knot in your stomach began to tighten. "f..fuck princess, i can feel you're about to cum, me too, cum for me princess." he rubbed your clit, and that's all it took for you to snap, cumming around his cock, moaning against hyunjin, triggering his orgasm. "fuck!" he pulled out of your mouth, jerking off until he came all over your boobs and chin.

"s..shit." lee know came inside you, his hips stuttering as he rode out his high. "good job love, you did so good." he pulled out of your spent body. "you did such a good job for us." he got up to get something to clean you up. "so pretty." he gently cleaned you off while hyunjin rubbed the sore spots on your body.

once everybody was cleaned off, they both got under the covers with you, hyunjin pulling you close, lee know opting to holding your hand. "princess." hyunjin spoke softly into your hair. "hmm."

"throw all those stupid toys away you don't need them."

©️LUVYENI

[galacticshadow68]

Masterpiece

hwang hyunjin x reader

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, artist hyunjin, mean (like really) dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, pet names: love, baby, beautiful, dirty talk, a dash of degradation, shibari (v poorly detailed - i’m so sorry) so bondage, use of vibrator, slight objectification, multiple orgasms (f receiving), choking, slaps to genitals (2 to be exact), unprotected sex - pls don’t, incorrect use of paint. if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW. 

summary: hyunjin has the perfect idea to create a masterpiece

a/n: just want to shout out the ever so lovely @cariadchan, who definitely fueled this idea. you are a gem and a wonderful human, so thankful that you always listen to the filth i spill. also, i hope you all enjoy my first fic after a mini hiatus (the concerts and traveling and moving really took a toll on me). i’m so excited to share this fic with y’all!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess

Dating Hyunjin is nothing less than adventure. You lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up by him, whisked away on some sort of last minute trip - typically fueled by passion for his craft and too many cups of coffee. Sometimes it’s down the street (“The stars are brighter in this neighborhood.”), sometimes it’s car rides to different cities to see specific buildings or mountains, and on the rare occasion, it’s red eye planes to different countries because he just can’t shake the idea of the Great Wall.

When you moved in together, the adventures became more domestic. You went from waking up to calls to pack a bag, to waking up to the autumn breeze flowing through the open balcony doors. It was one of his preferred places to paint, feet on the top of the stool and knees pulled to his chest as he painted whatever pulled him out of sleep that evening. Sometimes it was five minutes before he was back in bed with you; sometimes he spent hours out there, the morning sun highlighting his light brown hair in a way that made him look otherworldly.

You never really know what to expect with Hyunjin, and quickly learn not to be surprised by what you’re woken up to. Going with the flow of his inspiration proved to work out in your favor, Hyunjin repaying your support in ways that make you swoon just to think about.

“What would I do without you?” Whispers accompanied by soft brushes of his lips, kisses so gentle they’re almost nonexistent. Whatever you did for him, he made sure to repay tenfold. Not that you ever did so for the praise or reward - supporting Hyunjin was simple when loving him was as easy as breathing. You couldn’t even fathom not standing by his side, watching as his eyes fill with wonder before he grabs your hands and drags you along with him.

Hyunjin was never afraid to push boundaries with his art - using mediums that aren’t typical, supports that aren’t normal. That’s what made his art so unique, so exciting - Hyunjin was unpredictable, more than just paint on a blank canvas or charcoal on paper. It was thrilling to see where his mind would go next.

It was the day a black box arrived at your house that you realized how terrifying the thrills could be.

The box was lightweight, making you question if anything was actually inside it. You carefully flipped it, fingers tracing the edges. It was smooth, not a scratch on it as if it was simply placed at your doorstep instead of being handled by multiple people multiple times. The label was handwritten, slanted Japanese detailing both the return and delivery address. Hyunjin’s name were the only words not in Japanese.

Not thinking anything of the strange, black box, you took it upstairs to his studio. Knocking once, you let yourself in, finding your boyfriend huddled over a flat canvas-like tarp. Brown hair held back by a ponytail and headband, he studied the progress he had made before your arrival.

“Hi.” He said lightly, eyes still bouncing between the strokes on the tarp.

“Hi.” You responded, dropping the box on his work table. It didn’t make a sound when it landed. “You got something.”

“Hm?” He hummed, head turning in your direction while his eyes stayed on his project. “What is it?”

As if he could see you, you shrugged. “Not sure. I think it’s from Japan?”

Finally looking at you, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Japan? What-“ When his eyes landed on the box, they widened, an all too familiar excitement sparkling in them. Hyunjin dropped his paintbrush, long legs helping him move quickly to the table. He wiped his paint stained hands on his white shirt before grabbing the box, flipping it the same way you did earlier. Unlike you, however, Hyunjin spent more time studying the box, more time tracing the smooth edges and reading the Japanese characters. It was almost like he was mesmerized by the box itself, no interest as to what could be inside.

“Well?” You asked, tearing his focus away. “What is it?”

His eyes darkened for half a second, and if you hadn’t had been looking at him, you would’ve missed the look that crossed his face that sent chills down your spine. With a blink, the look was gone, normal Hyunjin returning to you. “Nothing. Well. Something. I have this idea that won’t leave.” He said, removing one hand from the box to tap his forehead. “I’ve had it for weeks. It’s been keeping me up, stealing my focus, and now I can finally do something about it.”

The way Hyunjin spoke about the material inside the box piqued your interest more. He was brilliant, the way his mind creates magic without even trying leaves you in awe of him. “What’s the idea?”

Hyunjin paused, jaw clenching as if he had said too much. He typically wasn’t private about his art, especially with you - the sheer number of adventures he took you on to chase inspiration was proof enough. To say his reaction to your question was odd would be an understatement. “I’m not ready to share yet.”

The look he gave you left no room for argument. Meekly, you nod your head, softly agreeing to drop any questions that were bubbling to the surface.

“Actually, would you mind giving me some time alone with this? I need to…plan.” Breaking eye contact, he turned back to the table and dropped the box. You watched him move across the room, dropping into a squat as he dug through a box of mannequin parts. “Lock the door behind you.”

You backed out of the room, willing your body to move at a normal pace so you didn’t seem so alarmed by his sudden change in demeanor. Once the door was shut and locked did you let yourself feel what had been tugging at you since his eyes darkened.

You had thought you learned not to be surprised by Hyunjin, but the eerie feeling he and the box left you with was something you never saw coming.

Thuds of various volumes came from his studio throughout the rest of the evening, some accompanied by a string of low curses. He had only emerged from the room twice; once to grab an energy drink, the other to dig through the shared dresser in the bedroom. A delighted hum left his lips when he was buried in the dresser, quickly concealing whatever he found before retreating to this studio. He refused dinner, telling you he had enough snacks in there to keep the hunger at bay while he worked.

It wasn’t until around midnight that you began to get concerned. Even on the days he got lost in his work, he always found time to break away before you went to sleep, reassuringly kissing you and promising that he would be in bed soon. Most of the time, the promise was empty, but you didn’t mind, so long as he came to say goodnight.

Considering that you could still hear the thuds, it would be awhile before his attention broke.

Robe clutched around your body, you loudly knocked on the studio door. Something fell, followed by more curses and the sound of footsteps before Hyunjin cracked the door open. Red paint streaked his right cheek, some of it crusting on his hair. His brown eyes were blown out, wide awake while the rest of his face screamed exhaustion. “What?” He asked gently, tone laced with slight irritation.

“Just wanted to say goodnight.” You whined softly, reaching towards him. “And wondering when you’ll be in bed.”

The sight of your grabby hands made Hyunjin’s face soften, stepping out of the room briefly to hug you. As soon as his arms wrapped around you, you immediately relaxed, the lingering eerie feeling from earlier practically nonexistent at his touch. He smelled of sweat and paint, a slight burning scent lingering on his button up. It was a combination far too familiar, immediately comforting you.

“Just need a bit longer, then I’ll be there.” He whispered, peppering kisses across your head.

“Come to me soon, okay?” You ask, bunching his shirt up in your hands to keep him close.

“So soon.” Hands cupping your cheeks, he pulled your face out of his chest. When your eyes met, he smiled sweetly, making his tired eyes light. “Don’t wait up, ‘kay?”

Soft “I love you”s were exchanged in the dim hallway before Hyunjin slipped back into his studio, quickly shutting the door to keep his project hidden. From inside the room, you heard him hum a song, light thuds continuing the music they’ve been making all evening. He was out of reach again, the eerie feeling creeping up your spine again now that his touch was gone. You tried shaking it off, swiftly walking to the bedroom and burying yourself in the covers to try and subdue it.

It didn’t help, the feeling only growing stronger the closer you inched towards sleep.

///

The clock read 3:30 when Hyunjin woke you up.

“Love?” He whispered, long fingers brushing back the hair that covered your waking face. “Come on, wake up for me.”

You mumbled his name, leaning into his gentle touch. Butterflies filled your tummy at the feeling of his cold hands on your face, sleepy moans leaving your lips the more he touched you. “Bed time?”

His chuckle was airy, matching the gentle way he continued to touch you. “Not yet. Wanna see what was in the box?”

You had almost forgotten about the box, about how secretive your boyfriend had been with it since it arrived. Your eyes shot open, looking up at Hyunjin. He’s showered since you last saw him; the paint that was on his face gone, hair still damp and pushed back with a headband. A tight black shirt has replaced his paint-stained button up, short gym shorts riding up his muscular thighs. When your eyes meet his, the sparkle in his burning with excitement and pride, it’s obvious that whatever was in that black box helped him accomplish something big.

That was enough to ease the feeling that’s plagued all evening.

Hyunjin helped you out of bed, fingers lacing with yours as he walks you down to his studio. Every step felt like a mile, anticipation bubbling in your chest the closer you got. When the two of you arrived at the closed door, Hyunjin brought the hand he held to his lips, planting a firm kiss on the back of it.

“I love you.” He whispers, then opens the door.

The studio, once cluttered with various art supplies, had been organized since you last stepped in; paints neatly tucked away on wall shelves, canvases piled in corners. The curtains were drawn, which to a stranger would seem normal, but you know how Hyunjin’s brain works. He can’t focus unless he can see the sky, so the fact that the curtains were closed was enough to make you question just what he had in mind.

All the lights were off except for a single lamp, warm yellow spreading across Hyunjin’s work table in the center of the room. The lamp was high enough to not impose on his work, but also to give him a clear view of what his hands were doing. A white cloth was spread across the table, protecting the wood table from the paint he was bound to drop on it. In the center of the table, atop of the white barrier, sat a bundle of black ropes that, at the right angle, sparkled under the light.

Was that it? Was that the secret Hyunjin kept tucked away all evening?

Your body moved before you could fully process what you were looking at. Ropes? Why was he being so weird about ropes? It wasn’t the first time he’s incorporated them into his art; you were recruited more than once to help him tie pieces of his projects together. What was so important about these ropes?

It wasn’t until you touched them, the lightweight material slipping through your fingers, that everything began to click in your head.

Hyunjin’s hands softly gripped your hips, body pressing against yours from behind. “Pretty, right?”

You swallowed, continuing to rub the soft ropes. “What are they for?” The room suddenly felt very cold, your mouth dry as you asked the obvious question.

“To tie you up.”

The ropes slipped from your hands, landing on the table with a light thud as Hyunjin began to kiss your neck. It wasn’t a surprise - you were never surprised when it came to him - but, nevertheless, it set you on edge. Goosebumps covered your skin, stilling at the idea of those smooth ropes against your body.

“I thought it was for a project.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper.

“It is.” His words followed by a nip on your neck, and you had to bite back the whimper that threatened to release. “You’re the project.”

Before you could ask him to clarify, his large palms pushed up your body, bringing your shirt along with them. Stomach exposed to the cold room, Hyunjin’s kisses became more aggressive. More desperate, more demanding.

“I had a dream about you.” One palm kept your shirt up, while the other returned to your hips, pointer finger twisting around the hem of your lace panties. “Bound for me, letting me explore every inch of you between the knotted ropes. God, you looked so pretty, so helpless at my disposal. The way you whimpered under my touch was heavenly. When I woke up, I tried to paint the scene, writing every detail I could remember. That’s when it hit me - why paint you when I could paint you?”

You blinked, trying to process the last few words. It was impossible to think as it was, Hyunjin’s hand sneaking closer to your core not helping anything. “What? Hyunjin-“

In a flash, he spun you around, cornering you between his body and the table. The look he was giving you was the same one you had caught on his face earlier - dark, twisted with the glint of wonder shining through. It was in that moment that the eerie feeling from before came back, this time bringing along an excitement that had your knees buckling together. You were terrified - the look on his face was enough to make you want to break eye contact and hide. But the thrill of his touch in ways you’ve yet to experience overpowered every last drop of fear.

“Let me tie you up.” His voice was low, raspy with a desire that went straight to your core. “I want you bound and pretty for me, a willing canvas to create a masterpiece.”

And though you weren’t sure if your body was trembling with fear or excitement, you nodded your head, a light “okay” leaving your lips. You would never not support Hyunjin in his passion - especially if it included you.

The most genuine, beautiful smile spread across his face, cheeks dimpling as he leaned in and caught your lips. Hands cradling your face, he tilts your head back, allowing his tongue to slip inside with ease. The acidic taste of coffee and chocolate danced across your tongue, distracting you from the movement of hands down to your underwear. Swiftly, your core was exposed, cold air hitting your wet mound and making you shiver. The chill only lasted a second before Hyunjin’s warm fingers were on your clit, teasingly slow circles matching the pace of his tongue.

With a pinch to your sensitive bud, your lips disconnected, head rolling back and hips arching forward. Fingers found the nape of his neck, pulling at his hair as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

“Beautiful, beautiful girl.” He mumbled, eyes raking your shaky form. “I can’t wait to paint you.”

Hyunjin slowly released your clit, hands moving upward and removing your shirt. Body now bare, he reached behind you, gathering his supplies to ready you for him.

///

He took his time tying you up

Every time the rope tightened around a different section of your body, he kissed the area between, worshipping you as he worked. You were laying on his work table, Hyunjin hovering over you with a focused look on his face. Only once your wrists were bound and above your head, feet tied to the ends of the table, did he pause his movements.

He studied you from above, long fingers dancing over the knots he had so diligently tied. Your legs were sectioned off into thirds; thighs squeezed into two sections while your calves were one. Rope wrapped around your hips, creating a barrier between the top thigh knots and your stomach, your core exposed to him. Hyunjin had toyed with the idea of a crotch tie, but didn’t like the idea of not having access to you.

Which didn’t make sense to you - wasn’t the purpose of this to paint you? That’s what you thought, until Hyunjin reached under the table and pulled out your favorite bullet vibrator, or rather, his favorite.

This toy was only really used when he requested it; often when he was away or if he wanted to push boundaries in public with you. It was a fine toy - multiple settings and intensities, long battery life, quiet. Nothing too different than the rest of your collection, but what made it special was the bluetooth setting. The app that let Hyunjin have control, even when he wasn’t close by.

After running the vibrator up and down your folds, and adding a drop of his spit for extra lubrication, he worked the small toy inside on you, pressing the power button to leave it on standby. Nothing would happen until Hyunjin made it happen - and that made this whole experience much more nerve racking than you anticipated.

Double checking every knot, pulling on the ropes to make sure you couldn’t escape, he climbed off the table and began to mix paints on his palette. “No matter what happens, stay still for me.” He lifts a paintbrush, the slick orange paint sparkling in the light. Gently, the tip touches your left nipple, brushing down to where the rope sectioned off that breast. “Don’t mess up my art.”

It was much easier said than done; he had just started and the chill of the paint was already tempting you to arch your back. You bit your bottom lip, hissing as Hyunjin slowly moved the brush around the base of your breast. His brushstrokes were always meticulous; he was precise and patient, each stroke just as important as the last. It was something you had always admired as a watcher; his devotion obvious in the obsessive way he works. But now, as the art, you felt your sanity slipping with each stoke.

Hyunjin pulled back to coat the brush with more paint, giving you time to release the breath you were holding. This was only the beginning - how were you going to stay still as he painted your entire body if just one of your breasts was making you so-

A yelp slipped from your lips as the vibrator activated, mildly humming inside your walls. You barely had time to process the new sensation before Hyunjin’s brush was on you again, painting over the skin he missed earlier. Mind fuzzy, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to regulate your breathing. The tickling brush of paint on your breast and the speed of the vibrator that was just fast enough set you on edge. This was absolutely evil, and you’re sure if you looked over at your boyfriend, he would have a smug smile on his face. Teasing you was just too easy.

Once your left breast was completely covered, Hyunjin leaned in, blowing cool air over the paint. Gasping, you couldn’t stop your back from arching this time, erect nipple brushing over his chin.

Oh, no.

Clicking his tongue, one hand found your stomach, shoving your hips flush against the table while the other grabbed the paintbrush, fixing the smudge you made. “What did I just say?” Hyunjin said. His tone was soft, but was laced with a warning that he wouldn’t take much more of this. “Don’t. Move.”

Your lips quivered, whimpering as you apologized. “Sorry, Hyunjin.”

Standing up, Hyunjin put the dirty brush on a cloth and grabbed a new one, dipping it in a pale yellow paint. Orange paint glistened on his chin, eyes bouncing from the palette to your right breast. The tip of his tongue stuck out, slowly licking his bottom lip as he leaned across your body to paint the other breast.

You kept your body as still as you could as he worked, nails digging into your palm anytime you felt the urge to move. Though no easy feat, you made it through the second breast painting. When Hyunjin blew on your skin this time, you used every ounce of strength you had to keep still.

“Good job, baby.” He hummed happily, stretching after being hunched over for long. “You’re behaving so well.”

The praise goes right to your core, only adding to the pleasure of the vibrations. You had almost forgotten the toy was there - so focused on the brushstrokes that the vibrations were the last thing on your mind. But you were quickly reminded as Hyunjin picked up his phone, a wicked smile on his face.

“I’m sure you can handle more, right?”

It was a rhetorical question, an answer not required as he switched the setting to a pulse and upped the speed. You squirmed, trying to force your legs together but were, of course, unsuccessful. Hyunjin’s laugh echoed through the room, the depravity of it making you shake.

“What’s wrong? Too much?”

Wide eyed, you looked up at him, helpless eyes scanning his for an ounce of compassion. There was none to be found. “I-it-Hyunjin-“

“Shhh.” Hyunjin shushed you as he leaned in, lips pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. Wanting more, you nudge your nose up, the tip barely brushing his plump lips before he pulled away. “Good canvases don’t talk.”

With that, he moved on, grabbing a thicker brush and dipping it in maroon paint. You lifted your head up, eyes watering both from his cruel words and the intense sensation between your legs. He was treating you like nothing more than an object, and as much as it broke you, it also sent a wave of arousal through you. You were nothing but a tool for him to work with - and you loved it.

He focused on your right side this time, thick brush tip pressing down on your inner thigh. You gasped as he dragged it up, the bristles dangerously close to your core. His lips quirked up in a smirk, bringing his brush closer to the edge of the barrier. Your chest was rising rapidly, panting as you tried to control yourself. This was getting dangerous - the more Hyunjin’s brush grazed your thigh, the closer your orgasm got. It had been moving by the inch, slowly building up as he worked on you. Now that Hyunjin was focused on your thigh, it was moving by the mile, the speed at which it was building was almost unbelievable.

And if Hyunjin didn’t want you moving, he sure as fuck didn’t want you coming.

The brush flipped in his hand, the handle of it now sweeping over your clit. You tugged at the bindings on your wrists, whimpering as you willed yourself to not cum. You could do it. You could keep it in. You could hold it, if only you could focus-

Then the handle nudged the tip of the vibrator, and you lost all control.

You came with a scream, head hitting the wooden table hard enough to concuss you. Pleasure made your toes curl, tears forming at your waterline as the feeling overwhelmed you. God it was so intense, god it felt so good-

The brush fell from his hand, the sound of paint splattering on the floor making your eyes shoot open. You didn’t have to look down to know what happened - the orgasm ruined his work, paint running down your inner thigh and mixing with your cum as it dripped on the white cloth. Fear coursed through your body as you looked at Hyunjin, shock covering his face as fire began to burn in his eyes.

God, Hyunjin was mad.

The vibrator was ripped out of you, joining the brush on the ground. He was on top of the table in an instant, one hand gripping your throat while the other hit the table beside your head.

“What the fuck-“ his grip tighten, body pressing onto your as he leaned in. “-did I say?”

Whimpering, you shook your head, mouth opening to speak before you snapped it shut, tears breaking free as you stared at him. The last thing you want is to piss him off more.

“I was so patient with you.” Using the grip on your throat to ground himself, his other hand moved to his shorts, shoving them down. “I was so gentle with you. And this? This is how you repay me? By ruining my work?”

You shook your head rapidly, wishing you could explain it to him. It wasn’t your fault; not really. You didn’t ask for the vibrator, that was all his idea. Hyunjin was the one who made you break - you did nothing but lay there and take it like the good canvas you are.

It was only a matter of time before you came, and he should have recognized that.

“I didn’t even get to finish your body. I didn’t even get to use you the way I wanted to. Are you happy? Did it feel good, fucking up my masterpiece?”

When you didn’t answer, his free hand smacked your cunt, a choked cry leaving your throat.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Y-yes.” Your words were barely audible, restricted air supply making it hard to speak. “Yes, it felt good-“

“I hope so, because that’s the last time you get to come for a while.” His hand came down on your core once more, harder than the previous slap, before he rammed his cock deep inside you.

Not a second was spared before Hyunjin pulled out, fucking back into you with an aggression you’ve never felt before. Mad was an understatement - Hyunjin was livid.

He let go of your neck, ripping his shirt off his torso and pressing his chest to yours. Teeth connected with your collarbone as the paint rubbed off onto him, orange and yellow connecting you. It was hard to tell which feeling was more addicting - the slightly painful stretch of your walls as his cock abused you, the burning of the rope around your wrists as you tugged on them, or the texture of the paint mixing with your combined sweat.

This fuck was mindnumbingly good, making you question the intentions of his art. Did he actually want to create a masterpiece?

Regardless of the answer, you were more than happy with this outcome.

He released your collarbone, pushing himself up with a moan as he dove deeper inside of you. The speed at which his hips were snapping was unreal, barely letting you catch your breath before he was hitting your g-spot again. Looking down at where you met, he chuckled when he saw the smeared paint on his chest.

“Not enough.”

How he reached the tubes of paint, you don’t know. One second his hands were caging your bound body in, the next, he was squeezing a tube of pastel pink paint on your chest and stomach. Once that was empty came the second tube - a baby blue - which he coated his hands with. Hyunjin rubbed his hands together, making sure to color every inch of them, before latching onto your throat again and closing the space between your bodies.

The new chill had you reeling all over again, clenching around Hyunjin as he fucked you harder. Chest to chest, his body slid up and down yours, creating a pretty sunset tone on both of you. His hand held your throat gently, squeezing only to hear you gasp every once in a while. It was messy and cold, and every second of it was pure art.

“You look so pretty like this.” Hyunjin whispers the first kind words spoken in hours, hips beginning to slow as his cock twitched inside you. “I knew you’d be the perfect canvas for a masterpiece.”

Before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. His passion was unmatched, kissing you as if this was the last time he would. You cried into the kiss, body submitting to another wave of pleasure as Hyunjin’s hit. Everything was too much - the paint sticking his body to yours, the feeling of his cum filling you up, his sweet moans getting lost in your mouth.

It was too much, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Hyunjin stilled inside you, crashing against your body as his head rolled into your neck. Stretching up, his blue hands found your bound ones, intertwining and squeezing hard enough to cut off blood supply.

The two of you laid there in the dark studio, you unable to move and him unwilling. Exhaustion washed over you, eyes fluttering shut as you counted his breaths against your neck. You could feel the paint drying, the cracks on your skin bringing you back to reality.

Low grunts left your boyfriend as he pushed himself up, eyes screwed shut as he pulled his softening cock out. He sat up on his knees, head thrown back to gather his breaths. You took the opportunity to study his body - orange, yellow, and pink blending on his god-like chest in the prettiest pattern. Paint highlighted his abs, muscles shining in the light and if you weren’t so tired, you swore you would squirm at the sight.

With a sigh, his eyes opened back up, blinking to adjust to the light. They met yours, the familiar glint of wonder warming your body. A fond smile stretched across his face as he stared at you, no doubt taking in your body just as you did his.

“Well? Is it everything you pictured?” You asked, a playful smiling gracing your lips.

Hyunjin shook his head with a soft laugh, studying the details of his work. “Even better.” A hand found your cheek, smearing blue paint across it. “You really are my masterpiece.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[galacticshadow68]

don't stop <3

{softdom!lee know x f!reader}

this fic is inspired from my very first request!! thank you again anon for requesting this, i hope you like it <3

warnings: dom/sub themes, marking, fingering, established relationship, hand kink, and minho being an absolute sweetheart

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to say that lee know is very comfortable around you would be an understatement. the man practically lives at your place. when you arrive home from work, he's there. when you wake up, he's there. when you're hungry, he's there with a plate of your favorite food in his hands. honestly, you do not know what you would do without him. to be frank, it feels as if minho had slowly moved in with you.

you find quite a lot of comfort in his presence. knowing that lee know is always with you, presents you a great amount of security. you're used to everything that is associated with him. used to how your bathroom smells like his mint shampoo, used to his little bundles of clothing he brings from his own apartment, that are situated on your floor. finally, you are most used to his touch. you are used to the way his hands feel on your waist when he hugs you.

although, you are never used to the way they would slide down ever-so-slightly to your ass, squeezing it gently. how his innocent kisses can turn you on when they become heated. how your heart skips a beat when he walks around topless after a shower, water droplets still sticking to his soft skin. you don't think you could ever get used to those-

"y/n? are you even listening to me?" lee know says while waving his hand in front of your face.

"what? oh right, sorry i just zoned out for a bit..." you reply.

"that's okay baby. anyways as i was saying, after i told hyunjin that i was gonna put him in the air fryer again..."

you did not tune into what he was saying, your eyes merely focusing on your boyfriend's hands, and the veins on his arms. you thought of him using them on you. his long fingers dipping into you, and curling upwards. your face begins to turn a shade of pink while thinking these sensual thoughts.

later on in the evening, after watching a movie with your boyfriend, you start to get ready for bed. while brushing your teeth, and washing your face, you mind begins to head into the same headspace from a while ago. memories of your past sexual experiences with lee know start to replay in your head. your thighs squeeze together a bit, in order to achieve some sense of relief.

you continue to wash your face, trying to think of anything else, however you mind will not stray. while drying your face with a towel, you hear minho come in behind you. "i'm almost done baby, just give me a sec to finish my skincare." you say, expecting him to be his usual impatient self when it comes to having the bathroom.

"sweetheart, i'm not here to use the bathroom," he says, then leans in closer to your ear, and whispers "i'm here to have a little chat with you, love."

thanks to minho's words and warm breath, goosebumps start to creep onto your body. he takes the towel out from your hand, and places it on the nearby rack. his right hand reaches for your waist, the other places itself on your exposed shoulder. "care to explain to me why is it that you were not listening to me earlier hm?" he askes you, his voice smooth and enticing. you look up at him in the mirror, he's shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, that are situated low on his hips.

"what do you mean?" you reply, voice barely above a whisper.

"you really think that i wouldn't notice your mind wondering someplace else?" he says, ending off his sentence with a smirk apparent on his beautiful face. you cannot help but stay silent, even if you were to attempt to speak, no words would come out. he leans in closer and starts to kiss your neck, his soft lips leaving little purple marks all over your shoulder.

"since you aren't going to say anything, i guess i'll just continue what i'm doing. i really just can't help myself since you look so pretty in my shirt." minho says seductively. the hand that was once on your thigh slowly reaches higher up, until it situates right in between your legs. his fingers begin to rub your clit leisurely. although it isn't very much, little sparks of pleasure travel to that place. you already feel blissful, his long fingers just know where to touch to turn you into a mess. if he were to continue you would in fact be a mess.

"please minho, can we go to the bedroom?" you ask, finally gaining your voice back. he looks at you through the mirror, then in your eyes, they are as lovely as they can be. "of course, love."

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"faster please, faster.." you ask minho. he has his middle, and ring fingers in you, hovering over you, and giving you the best pleasure he can provide. the pace of his fingers quicken even more, you squeeze around them, feeling your high approaching. oh how you loved this feeling, the intensity just before an orgasm. you look into lee know's eyes, "that's it baby, look into my eyes. i know you're close, cum for me sweetie. just relax and let go."

with his words and few more thrusts of his fingers, and your shaking your legs and repeating his name as you let go. "you did so well for me, you're such a good girl sweetie." he says, wiping the little hairs that are covering your face.

"now that i've finished prepping you beautiful," he pauses, aligning the head of his hard cock to your pussy, "let's have some real fun." he pushes himself into you, filling you to the absolute brim. you moan as he slides in, he groans mumbling a 'shit so tight' under his breath. minho's dick always provided you with such undeniable pleasure, it fit so nicely inside you.

the pace he set was slow and deep, to allow you some time to adjust to his size. the way he expertly rolled his hips, reaching that little gummy spot within you that makes you see stars, felt so good. lee know's deep moans and groans just add to your pleasure, and when he bends down to give you more marks on your collar bones, you just feel euphoric.

“you feel so good, you’re such a good girl sweetheart.” minho’s pace quickens, reaching deeper and deeper than before. you feel too good to tell him to stop, every sensation he’s giving you, the gentle kisses, the fucking, the praises, and sweet nothings that leave his mouth, you know you’re going to cum again. you can tell minho is too, as his hips are stuttering. with three last thrusts, you both cum while saying the other’s name. seeing stars, you both ride out your orgasms.

he lays down on you for a bit, and gives you little kisses all over your face. "you did so well for me y/n," he says to you, with the prettiest smile you have ever seen. "thank you minho, i loved every second of it."

a/n: i finished it!!! i really hope you like what i wrote for you anon, i tried my best <3 let me know what you think of it!!

if anyone would like to request any ideas of fics they want, they can!! i really enjoyed writing this haha

anyways, make sure to eat and drink water my lovelies <;33

[galacticshadow68]

Look at me.

warnings - rough sex - possessiveness - jealousy and angst - dom!hyunjin - sub!reader - use of dirty words “slut, whore etc..” - fingering - hair pulling - choking - sadistic mentions such as ass and face slapping (not hard) - bondage (f receiving) - college student reader - non idol hyunjin - reader has a vulva - unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) - breeding kink if you squint - soft ending - explicit content. if you are under the age of 18, i suggest you click off now.

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There you were, sat on the college bench with your friend Daniel. A friend is all he was; hanging out and studying is all friends do, right? In fact, you have never even seen him outside of college. He’s not even your type at all, I mean, no one can compare to your boyfriend. He’s simply kind and helps you with burdensome work. Homework strayed afar, leaving you both sitting there and conversing over the wooden table. Your head rested in your hand as you lazily laughed at the stupid story he was telling. It was nothing, merely talking about some shopping trip he went on with his mum at the weekend, and being approached by some guys hitting on her. His version of the story made you laugh, but you weren’t sure whether you believed the ending where he said he took them both on at once. He lost his attention, flickering his eyes to someone walking up behind you.

“Hi, baby.” Your boyfriend smiled. It wasn’t a normal smile, it was the smile with jealousy behind it, pupils dilated and staring into your eyes for too long. You turned your body slightly, smiling at him anxiously over your shoulder. Why is he here? He doesn’t even go to college. Simply just checking up on you. Maybe he wanted to surprise you but now he won’t because he saw you with Daniel? No, he knows Daniel is just a friend. “Hey. What are you doing here?” You questioned, feeling the awkward tension rise higher than ever. Daniel shuffled in his seat before standing up and granting you both goodbyes. Hyunjin watched him as he walked off, eyeing up his every movement. He took Daniel’s previous seat opposite you, smiling with a hand resting on his chin. “Just came to see my beautiful girlfriend. Is there any reason I shouldn’t be here?” He cocked an eyebrow, making you question his intentions. “No. Is there any reason you should be sneaking onto campus and seeing me?” He carried on smiling, staring into your eyes as you grew even more nervous. “Let me drive you home.” Before you could even protest, he had upped and started walking towards the car park. You followed behind accordingly, tripping over your own feet at the pace you were walking. “I still have two lessons left!” You spoke from behind him, making him chuckle. The car keys in his hand spun around his index finger before unlocking it and opening the passenger side for you. You hesitated at first, rolling your eyes and sitting in the car.

The drive home was fast, hands gripping the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white. Gentlemanly as he is, he opened the passenger door before you even took off your seatbelt. You thanked him shyly, again, following behind him sheepishly into the house. The door slamming made you jump, sliding your shoes off and putting them onto the shoe rack. “Any reason as to why why I’ve had to ditch my last lessons?” You mustered up the confidence to speak up to him, regretting it immediately. “You and that boy seemed pretty happy, huh?” His breath hit your face with the closeness he was to you, making you flinch. “Me and - wow really, Hyunjin? It’s Daniel, I already told you about him.” With a roll of your eyes, you pathetically tried to shove past him. He put two hands either side of your head on the wall, slouching down to your height. “But he was making you laugh. Only I should make you laugh, sweetie.” He smiled and stuck his tongue into his cheek; giving you butterflies you shouldn’t have. He looked you up and down before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily. You abided, simply adding fuel to his fire by sticking your tongue into his mouth. His jealousy turned you on to another level, it’s the fact he cares that much. His fingers tangled themselves up in your locks, pulling your head back slightly to get a better angle of your lips. He sucked your bottom lip, biting it every so often and leaving them purple and throbbing. Moans escaped your mouth accidentally at the feeling of him being so rough, maybe this is what you needed after a stressful day at college.

“Bedroom, now.” He demanded and dragged you up the stairs. He gave you no time before he chucked you onto the bed, bouncing slightly from the force. The two of you were naked in mere seconds, the sight of him unbuckling his belt made you hot between your legs. He pushed your legs apart and kissed all your inner thighs, making you buck into nothing. He sucked the skin lightly, tracing a finger along your folds until he reached your wetness. Sliding one finger in gently, he started to pump and curl it in and out. You clenched your thighs for that extra feeling, he noticed, adding another finger to your hole. “Mmm, Hyunjin please.” You moaned, squeezing the pillow that your head laid on. “Shut up.” He spat, slapping your thigh making you hiss. His skilled fingers carried on pumping you, becoming stickier with each extraction. The way he wiggled his fingers inside you made you close to your climax, tensing your legs and letting your juices flow. A huge breath of air you didn’t even know you were holding, let out. “Open.” He demanded, shoving your fingers inside your mouth to taste all your juices. He went back to kissing you, tongue fighting for dominance with yours as he grabbed your jaw roughly. You were already a sweaty mess, but needed more. Way more than just his calloused fingers making you come.

He climbed on top of your frame, positioning himself with elbows either side of your head. He shoved your legs up a bit, making it easier to adjust his tip to your hole. He slid the tip in, teasing you with it slightly by going in and out. You groaned, earning a sting to your ass. He finally went all the way in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His thrusts were fierce, meaningful and abrupt. “Hyunj-.” “I said shut up.” Wrapping his fingers around your throat hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. You tugged at his hands, making him tut and pull out of you. A pout formed at your lips from the loss of contact, eyeing him up as he moves around the room. With his return came a silk rope, simply tying it around your wrists and to the headboard. You whimpered but secretly loved it. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you tied up and pretty for him. “You’ve been dirty, haven’t you?” He spoke as he finished tying you to the headboard. You nodded in response, scared to talk incase he tells you to shut up again. “Use your words, slut.” He cocked a perfect brow, waiting for you to speak before he enters you again. “Y-yes. Huge slut, please fuck me now.” You bucked your hips into nothing, hoping to feel some sort of contact with him. “See.” He scoffed. “So dirty, all for me hmm?” As he edged closer to your hole, finally sliding all the way in. His thrusts were slower this time, staring into your face as he held himself up on his hands. “Tell me, doll. Do you think about Daniel when we fuck?” His words stung. Although he’s confident, you would never make him want to feel like there’s anyone else. With a wince, you responded “No. It’s always you.” He smiled at your exasperated state. “Will you speak to him again?” You shook your head no. “I said use your words.” His hand made contact with your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a red mark. “No!” You cried out, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of you making tears fall from your eyes. “That’s right. Because you’re mine. All mine, all pretty just for me. You drive me crazy, you see? I’m so lucky to be your boyfriend.” You blushed slightly at his words, moaning and tugging on the ropes around your wrist. “My little whore girl.” “All yours, Hyunjinnie.”

“Now can you be a good girl and cum for me? I want to fill you up with my juices.” His words alone made you come close to your climax, hole throbbing from the rough sex you endured earlier. “Yes. Make me cum, please.” You mewled as he attached his lips to yours. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, making your body vibrate with orgasm. The two of your rode your moans and groans out into each others mouths, sweat beads dripping onto each other’s bodies. He flopped down on top of you, far too lazy to even move now. You traced your fingers through his slightly wet locks, feeling him relax. “Just so you know, you never have to worry about another boy. If it makes you comfortable, I won’t speak to him again.” You spoke softly to let him know it’s okay. “No, it’s okay baby. You can be friends with whoever you want. Just don’t laugh at him so hard next time.” You laughed at the feeling of his cheeks rising on your chest as he smiled. The two of you chuckled together; realising how ridiculous the situation actually was. “I love you, so much.” “I love you too, baby girl.”