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[kpopsmutty-goodness]

Love Plug

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

tw/cw. weed/drug use, shotgunning (kissing after John's taken a hit from a joint), reader likes wine, alcohol, plug!Johnny, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, big dick john, 69-ing, size kink, grinding, multiple reader orgasms, fingering, pussy stretching, dirty talk, praise, ass groping, hand job, creampie/filling kink, cumming together, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, sweet thing, good girl

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.9k

🍭 aus. plug/drug dealer!Johnny, semi-strangers to lovers, Valentine's Day, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is slightly late, as it's Valentine's Day themed, but I hope ya'll like it anyway! big thank you to @sehunniepotwrites, my beta reader, my fellow John lover, my bestie- Love you girlie, thank you for helping me edit this to get it posted on time 💕

Being alone on Valentine’s Day is never fun. It would be one thing if you were with your girlfriends, but today, you’ll truly be alone. Everyone is busy, people are working, or with significant others- you feel like you’re the only person without plans, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Your apartment is spotless, you’d gone on a cleaning bender to distract yourself from today’s date, but as three o'clock rolls in, you find yourself sitting on your couch and staring at the ceiling.

There’d been a time in your life when boredom would make way for addictive traits. Dopamine-filled hobbies that you’ve since done your best to squash. But as three becomes four and you have nothing to satiate yourself - not even the pink bottle of wine in your fridge has been able to drown your loneliness - you begin to consider more drastic measures.

You’d never been a stoner, per se, but you’d gone with your cousin a few times to pick up from her run-of-the-mill dealer. If anything can help you relax and watch a movie, you think it might be some Grade A Indica. 

Unknown number: Hi John, are you out today?

John: define out. Who is this

Unknown number: shit

Unknown number: my cousin gave me your number, I’ve picked up from you a few times

Unknown number: You probably don’t remember me but my name is y/n

John: I remember you

John: how much do you need?

Unknown number: I’m thinking $100 worth?

John: I’ll bring my shit. Text me your address and I can be over within the hour

Usually, when your cousin has gotten in contact with John, he comes to her apartment and the two of you go outside, filing into his truck. He has a duffle with jars full of weed, shatter, and the like. You give him money and he helps you decide what your night is going to look like.

When John calls you half an hour after you’ve texted him, you’re already almost at your door. “I’ll be down in a sec,” you tell him, searching for your keys.

“How about you buzz me up instead?” he suggests. “I’m outside the front door.”

You freeze for a moment. As far as you know, John’s never come up to your cousin’s apartment, and the idea of inviting the sexy local plug up into your one bedroom is sketchy… but at the same time, you’re feeling kind of desperate. 

“Okay, type my apartment number into the keypad and I’ll let you in. The elevator will take you to my floor.”

You hang up, and a moment later your phone rings again. You press the buzz-up key and hold your breath.

You’re not sure if you’re scared of being alone with John because he’s a drug dealer or if you’re frightened of your own lack of self-control. John’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen and this is Valentine’s Day. You’d been planning on maybe getting a little high, pulling out your vibrator, and having a good time with yourself… but if you could have a good time with him…

You give your head a shake, reaching for your bottle of wine. You pour the last bit of it into a cup, lifting it to your lips while you wait for the local plug to arrive at your door.

When he knocks, you practically jump, heart lurching in your chest. You scurry to your door, not wanting to make him wait- not wanting any of your neighbors to see the tall, sexy, tattooed man standing outside your home.

John greets you with a grin. “Special delivery,” he jokes, stepping past you and into the apartment and looking around. “You’ve got a nice place.”

“Thank you.” 

You watch him head into the living space. He walks as if he’s been here before, as if he belongs here. The duffle makes a thumping sound when he nonchalantly sets it onto your small dining table, but John doesn’t immediately open it to show you the product like he does when you’ve bought from him before.

“Is it just me, or does it feel kind of sad in here?” John asks, turning to look at you.

“Hmm?” 

“I just mean…” he gestures around, “spotless house, a pretty girl alone on Valentine’s Day… you haven’t bought from me in a while, sweet thing, I kind of thought you’d quit.”

“I did quit-” you stutter, “I mean… I was never a huge stoner or anything, so I wouldn’t say I quit-”

John grins while watching you search for an explanation. He leans back, palms flat on the dining table. The black v-neck he’s wearing shows off some of his chest piece and the tattoos on his neck are definitely a distraction as you try to formulate words.

“Look, all I’m saying is… I’d hate for you to lose your sobriety streak because you’re feeling lonely on Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not exactly sober,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine.

“Is that a rosé?”

You look down at the liquid. “It’s a pink strawberry sparkling wine.”

“Sounds nice. Give me a taste.” He holds out a hand, and it’s clear that it’s more of a demand than a request, so with a sigh, you hand your cup to the local plug.

John swirls the glass, then he lifts it to his lips. He doesn’t sip, doesn’t take his time, he simply tilts his head back and downs the wine in two large gulps. When he’s done, he wipes his hand across his mouth, grinning mischievously. “Yummy.”

“That was the last of it,” you groan. “Now I have to hit the liquor store too.”

“Is it usual for you to get crossed, sweet thing? Weed and wine? You must really be feeling some type of way today.”

“So says the drug dealer working on Valentine’s Day.” You roll your eyes, annoyed that he’d downed your whole glass and isn’t cutting to the chase of your transaction.

“Ouch,” John laughs. “When did you get such a mouth on you?”

“Since you just drank an entire cup of wine in two seconds and started talking about my sobriety streak- are you going to sell me some weed or not?”

“For a girl with nowhere to be, you sound like you’re in a rush,” John muses. “You want to get me out of your home that badly, huh?”

“I mean, I would have preferred meeting you at your car,” you admit.

John simply shrugs. “And I wanted to see how dire your situation was. Clearly, it’s pretty fucked. Listen, we can still go down to my car if you want.”

“Will you sell me the weed if I go with you?”

“Nah, but I can take you out for a drink instead.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and your mind does mental gymnastics to make sense of the suggestion. 

Is he asking you out? 

Finally, you ask, “Aren’t you working?”

“The good thing about being your own boss is you can always say fuck it, I wanna go to a bar,” John points out. “So are you going to come with me and let me distract you better than weed would? Or are you going to mope around here with no wine, no weed, and no sexy plug to make you feel better?”

You definitely have a sexy plug or two hidden away under your bed that could make your day better- but you don’t tell John that. Instead, you let out a sigh. “I guess I have nothing better to do.”

“That’s the spirit, sweet thing, now let’s go on an adventure.”

The place he takes you to is a complete dive. It’s a dark ambiance, and as you settle onto a bar stool, you notice the stickiness of the counter in front of you. John, however, seems completely at home here. He doesn’t mind the alcohol-stained wood, leaning over it to speak to the bartender over the loud rock music that plays through the establishment. “Two shots of the regular,” he announces.

“You got it, Johnny,” she laughs, turning to grab a bottle of whiskey from one of the higher shelves.

“So I guess I don’t have to ask if you come here often,” you breathe.

“And I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before. You stick out like a sore thumb, sweet thing. Relax a little.”

You let out a sigh. “Are we really going to do whiskey shooters?”

“I’m buying so I’m choosing,” John insists. “But if you want a cocktail or something, you can get that too, on me.”

So instead of taking your money today, he’s spending his money on you.

John is an enigma, and the confusion you feel has you more curious than ever.

“So how’d a guy like you get into your line of work?” you ask.

“He’s eighteen, gets stupid tattoos on his neck and hands, is rejected from other lines of work, and then discovers he has a talent for growing the best weed in town,” John responds. “Although, between you and me, I’m pretty good at growing orchids too.”

You had not pegged him as a plant guy. He’s always seemed so one-dimensional, and you realize now that your stereotype of him had been wrong. You’d never have thought John was the one actually growing the product he sells, and the idea of him nursing an orchid - a famously difficult flower - has your heart softening.

The bartender returns, setting two shots in front of you and John. “How’s your day going, Hyuna?” John asks, picking up a conversation with her.

“It’s going,” she sighs.

“Ouch, that doesn’t sound good,” John muses, pushing one of the shooters in front of you. “I thought you were seeing that new guy- the finance bro. Figured you’d be with him today.”

“I’m not sure he’s the commitment type.” Hyuna brushes her long dark hair over a shoulder, looking between you and John. “Besides, someone has to run this lonely hearts club here. You’re ruining the single vibe by bringing a date.”

“My bad for not introducing her, by the way,” John grins. His arm comes around the back of your chair, and he pulls you closer. “This is sweet thing, I’m saving her from making bad decisions today.”

“Yeah? And how are you doing that?” Hyuna laughs.

“By substituting one drug for another.” John picks up his shooter, turning to you. “To bad decisions.”

With a sigh, you grab your own shot, lifting it to clink against John’s. “To bad decisions,” you echo.

The whiskey is like fire as you shoot it, and you have to do your best not to sputter from how bad it tastes. You feel your face scrunch up involuntarily, and it earns laughs from Hyuna and John.

“I think we can all agree Johnny’s taste in alcohol is a bad decision,” Hyuna muses. “What can I get you, sweet thing?”

You order your drink of choice. John asks for three more shooters. When Hyuna sets them all down in front of you, John holds one out to her. “This one’s for you. I’m sorry it’s not working out with finance bro.”

Hyuna assesses the shot, then, with a groan, she grabs it. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No one’s gonna care,” John insists. “And we both know your manager is in love with you. Just take the shot, babes.”

Hyuna rolls her eyes and downs the drink. She sets the glass down, her perfectly manicured black nails dragging along it momentarily. “You and your annoying tastes.”

“You’ll learn to love this,” John assures her. “You learned to love me, right?”

“After I got over how annoying you are.”

John only laughs. He downs another shot, bringing his total to three. Then he stands up abruptly. “Vape break,” he announces. “You girls better not have too much fun without me.”

You watch him leave, sipping on your cocktail. 

“So how did you two meet?” Hyuna asks, half turning to remove some glasses from the washer so she can polish them while you chat.

You lean forward, whispering, “He’s literally my plug.”

“John’s everyone’s plug,” Hyuna laughs.

“How about you? He’s a regular?”

“Yeah, but I also dated his sister once upon a time,” Hyuna explains. “He was her annoying kid brother. I did my best to be nice to him but things didn’t end so well with her- then three years later he came in here, all tattooed and wreaking of weed- He recognized me right away, and he’s been coming in here ever since. Tips good too.”

You’d been wondering about the specificities of their relationship. Hyuna’s gorgeous, like- one of the prettiest bartenders you’ve ever seen. Her lean arms are covered in intricate tattoos, her nails are filed to points, her hair is perfect, her cheekbones are prominent and her lips are puffy like pillows-

Who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

“He’s an interesting guy,” you muse finally.

“Don’t let his tattoos fool you,” Hyuna says, meeting your eye. “He’s a sweetheart. He just likes to look all tough because of his job.”

You consider what she’s just said.

“So…” your throat feels a little dry. “Does he often come in here with girls?”

“Never. And especially not on Valentine’s Day.” Hyuna sets a cup down, leaning over the bar top to get a good look at you. “So tell me, sweet thing, what’s the end goal here?”

“Hmm?”

“Johnny might be an annoying plug, but like I said, he’s a good guy. I’m not dating his sister anymore, but he’s still like a kid brother to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” There’s a beat of silence. “He’s giving you heart eyes, and he let you choose your own drink. John doesn’t even let me choose my own drink once in a blue moon when we go out. He’s also never cared about what drugs I do, so why does he care so much about you? What makes you so special?”

“I…” you set your cocktail down. “I really can’t answer that.”

Hyuna cocks her head, pursing her lips. “Girl to girl, don’t be a bitch to him. I’m the one he’s going to come crying to if you reject him really hard. Let him down softly, if you have to.”

“Honestly, girl to girl, I don’t even know if he’s into me that way.”

“Sweet thing,” Hyun scoffs, “you must be blind as a bat. Don’t you see the way he’s looking at you?”

“I sort of thought he was just horny for Valentine’s Day.”

The bartender lets out a barking laugh. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

Your lips part to respond, but the door to the bar opens and John comes back inside. He lumbers over with a grin, taking the seat next to you. His arm slides around the back of your chair and he leans forward, looking between you and Hyuna. “So what did I miss?”

“Nothing important,” Hyuna lies. 

“In that case, I think I’m going to order a-”

“You’re aware that at some point I’ll have to take your keys away, right?” Hyuna raises a brow at John. “I just gave you three shots, you have one sitting in front of you still-”

“We both know I’m a heavyweight,” John insists.

“Sure you are,” Hyuna rolls her eyes, “and your skin is naturally pink.” 

You assess John. Hyuna must have good vision, because in the shitty lighting of the bar, you can hardly tell that John has definitely flushed from the alcohol. His cheeks are a rosy hue, and he looks as boyish as ever, a stark contradiction to the neck tattoos that are also beginning to blossom with color.

“How about this… two more shots,” John bargains, holding up three fingers.

Hyuna scoffs loudly.

“How about… two more shots,” John continues to hold three fingers, “And I’ll buy dessert so my body doesn’t turn into a complete whiskey barrel.”

“Two desserts and you have a deal,” Hyuna sighs.

“Two desserts it is.” John sits back in his chair. “What are you thinking, sweet thing? This place has a really good brownie, although, there's no weed in it.”

“We’ve also got apple pie with ice cream, tiramisu from the Italian place next door-” Hyuna does her best to be helpful, and you’re beginning to appreciate the tough love elder sister act thing she has going on.

You order the dessert that sounds most to your liking, and as you wait, John begins to ask about your cousin. “She’s a trooper,” he muses. “I sold her this massive thing of mushrooms last week and she texted me like two days ago asking for more.”

“She’s a heavy hitter for sure,” you agree.

“She told me once that she only does things like weed and shrooms because they come from the Earth,” John continues. “Never asks for links to cocaine or MDMA or anything- just the Earthy shit. She told me it’s cuz she’s a Taurus.”

You laugh. “That’s my cousin.”

“It was interesting meeting you for the first time,” John continues. “Your cousin gets into the car, knows exactly what strains of weed she wanted- pretty sure she was buying shatter. And there you are, asking for a blunt. Didn’t know if you wanted indica or sativa or a hybrid…” John shakes his head, as if it was the most baffling experience in the world. “In the end, I gave you some indica. Could tell you had a lot of anxiety and shit. I was kind of happy when you stopped buying, I’d hoped you’d found some other outlets or something.”

“I picked up wine,” you say, only half joking.

“Look, on our way back to your place to drop you off, I’ll stop and pick up a bottle for you to make up for what I drank earlier, deal?”

“Deal.”

John grins, and then you see his hand dipping down into his pocket. “Vape break.”

You watch John lumber outside again, and you release a deep sigh, meeting Hyuna’s eye. “Boys and their vapes.”

Dessert had helped mellow John out somewhat, and he’d actually been pretty law abiding while driving to the liquor store after. The two of you are now walking around the aisles, with John asking you all sorts of questions about your preferences when it comes to booze.

It feels shockingly domestic, especially when people go to move past you and John’s hand finds the small of your back, gently prompting you in front of him to make way for others to go by.

“What if I get us two bottles, and you let me come up for a movie,” John suggests as you reach for a replacement wine from earlier.

“What sort of movie?” you ask.

“Anything you want.”

“Are you sure I’m the only lonely one today?” you tease. “You’re being pretty clingy, John.”

“Anxious girls love a man that clings,” the plug insists. “Here, I’ll sweeten the pot for my sweet thing. Three bottles of wine, on me, and I’ll hand roll a blunt that will blow your socks off.”

“What happened to not wanting me to lose my no-weed streak?”

“I never said I’d let you smoke it, I just said I’d hand roll it and you’d be super impressed by my skills.”

You let out a laugh. It’s shocking how much your opinion of him has changed in a few short hours. You can’t believe how comfortable he’s making you feel.

“Fine. Three bottles,” you agree.

John grabs two more to join the one in your hand, and you head to the checkout. As you’re waiting in line, his phone rings, and he brings it to his ear.

“Hey, Mark…” John’s eyes meet yours. “I mean, I’m kind of busy… You really need it huh? Okay, give me a sec.” The plug presses his phone to his chest. “I’ve got a buddy who wants to link up. He lives pretty close by. It would take like… ten or fifteen minutes max. You good with that?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Sounds okay.”

John lifts his phone back to his ear. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You better be waiting outside though, I told you I’m busy.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in the front passenger’s seat of John’s truck as he pulls up in front of an apartment building. A man in a hoodie and baseball cap is standing there, and he quickly gets into the back, giving you an odd look.

“Mark, this is sweet thing. Sweet thing, this is Mark,” John says smoothly.

“Dude. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

John ignores the comment. “How much are you spending today?”

“Five hundred.” Mark pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket. 

“The usual?” John asks, reaching down for the duffle by your feet.

“Half shrooms, quarter indica flower, quarter butter or shatter, whatever you think is best today.” 

“You got it.” John sets the duffle gently on your lap, rifling through it. He begins to pull things out, like a jar full of weed. As John sections it off into bags, Mark leans forward to get a better look at you.

“Sorry for interrupting your plans,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s okay,” you assure him.

“You guys up to anything fun?”

“Movie night,” John answers, tossing a baggie of weed back at his friend. 

“Nice.” Mark nods to himself, waiting patiently. 

Soon, John’s fulfilled the order. Mark hands the cash to the plug, and with one final nod and half smile, he gets out of the car. 

“So…” John’s hand returns to the wheel. “Movie night?”

You’re two glasses of wine into the movie when John begins to roll a joint. He’s seated next to you on the couch, his thigh just touching yours as he bends over the coffee table. For a guy with such large hands, he’s more adept than you would have thought he’d be at the fine-tuned movements needed to make the perfect joint.

You’re more enthralled by him than the movie at this point, and you can’t help the way your body reacts when he lifts up his nearly finished product to swipe his tongue across the paper. He seals the joint masterfully before turning to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna pop onto your deck for a moment to smoke this.”

“I’ll join you,” you tell him immediately, pausing the movie to stand up.

You follow him outside, momentarily taken aback by how cold it’s gotten. 

John pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and after one sharp flick, he begins to smoke the joint.

You like the way his jaw looks in the shadows of light from the deck lamp. He’s so handsome and regal-

The cloud of smoke he exhales is bigger than anything you’d ever be able to do yourself, and even that is sexy in some odd way.

“You’re really not going to give me a hit?” you ask.

“Nope.” John looks at you with a lazy expression and a half smile. “You’re the good girl, and I’m the bad guy, remember.”

“Bad guy,” you scoff. 

“Why are you laughing, sweet thing? I’m a plug with tattoos. I’m bad.”

“You’re a softie.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Says who?”

“Says me,” you insist.

“Yeah? And how do you figure?”

You think about it for a moment before responding. “You’ve taken care of me today… even though you didn’t have to.”

“Well, I wanted to.” John takes another puff, blowing it in your face. “It was pretty self-serving actually.”

You roll your eyes, waving away the smoke. “Sure it was, John.”

“Johnny,” he says quietly. “Call me Johnny.”

You stare at him, taking in his pretty face, the way his perfect lips wrap around the joint when he takes a puff. “Johnny… be for real. Why are you here?”

He lets out a laugh, but there’s little humor in it. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You shake your head, holding your breath while you wait for him to elaborate.

Johnny sighs. “Look. I’ve always liked you. I liked having you come around, needing an explanation about weed, and joints versus blunts, and indica versus sativa- it was like… it was like having a little bit of sunshine every once in a while. Then you stopped buying, and I was happy about that, but I also wasn’t. Hadn’t heard from you in months, didn’t have your number, couldn’t ask your cousin about you- you texted, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and I came up and saw you were alone- and… I don’t know… I just hate missed opportunities, and I couldn’t let this one pass me by.”

You’re really not sure what to say. His demeanor is usually kind of joking, he’s the type to always have a smile- but right now, he’s not smiling, not joking- he’s being dead serious. 

“I’m happy I messaged you.” You feel stupid as the words leave your lips, but they bring back Johnny’s boyish grin.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” you step closer, looking up at the tall plug. “Thanks for taking me out for drinks.”

“It would have been a crime to leave a sweet thing like you alone on Valentine’s Day, and trust me, I know all about crime.”

God, he’s such a goof. Why is he so endearing?

“Do you know about shotgunning?” you ask.

Johnny’s brows furrow for a second. “I’m shocked you know about shotgunning.” 

“Do you wanna try it?”

The plug looks you up and down. “Is this a ploy to get at my joint?”

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head. 

Johnny leans forward, meeting your eyes as his lips almost brush past your own. “Liar.”

He pulls away, slotting the joint in his mouth. He watches you while taking a long drag. Then he’s removing the joint and bending down again, meeting your gaze. 

You lean forward, reaching to gently grab at his shoulders. Your heart is racing a million miles a minute in your chest, and you do your best to exhale, although it comes out shaky.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

Johnny doesn’t have to be told twice, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales the smoke into your lungs and you do your best to breathe it in, but Johnny’s so much bigger than you, and you have to pull away before he’s completely finished his breath.

You sputter a little, feeling tears in your eyes. There’s a rush through your body, and you feel a little wobbly, but your grip on Johnny keeps you standing. 

“John-” As soon as you’ve recovered, he’s kissing you again, but this time, it’s not for the purpose of shotgunning.

This time, he’s kissing you like he means it. 

Like he needs it.

His large hand cups your cheek, and he releases a soft groan when you kiss him back, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders to pull him closer. 

He tastes like weed and wine, and oddly enough it’s not a bad combination. As his tongue swipes past your lip and you open your mouth for him, you find yourself releasing a groan of pleasure. 

Johnny returns the sound. In the periphery, you’re aware of him flicking the joint to the ground in favour of grabbing you with both hands. First, he cups your hips, pulling you flush against him, but after a moment, he reaches down to squeeze your ass too.

You go for a breather, and he takes the opportunity to kiss your throat, teasing his tongue against your skin and making you shiver in the cold evening air.

“You know…” you thread your fingers through his hair, “if you won’t give me drugs to use for happy chemicals, the least you could do is give me an orgasm.”

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look at you with eyes that somehow sparkle. “I thought that was a given, sweet thing.”

“It better be,” you tease, cupping the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours again.

This time, when the kiss deepens and Johnny bends down to cup your ass, he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He pushes the door open behind you, taking you back inside.

You’re so lost in his lips you almost don’t realize he’s moved past your couch, and then he’s gently laying you onto your bed. “So how do you like it?” he asks, pulling away so he can tear his hoodie and shirt off, revealing a toned chest, and all the tattoos you’ve been itching to see.

“I like it any way you want to give it to me. Dealers choice.”

Johnny lets out a laugh. “You’re cute.”

“You’re cute,” you retort, hooking your fingers in his belt to draw him closer again.

Johnny presses a hand to the bed by your head, bending over you so he can kiss you. Your thighs wrap around him, pulling him fully on top of you while you’re locked in the hottest tongue battle of your life.

He’s just so big and sexy- the weight of him is enough to have you gasping, even though he’s still holding himself up with his elbow now propped into the bed. 

His free hand finds your hip, slipping under your shirt to trace your skin. Each brush of his fingers builds the fire in the pit of your stomach, and as he slowly moves to grasp your breast, you find yourself almost dying with need for him. 

You whimper lewdly against his lips, pushing your chest up toward his palm. With a bra in the way, you can’t get the proper stimulus against your nipple, and within moments of him massaging your tits, you begin to tear your shirt off, needing more.

Johnny helps you remove the fabric, tossing it to the side so his mouth can find your throat. “You’re so pretty,” he muses, reaching under you to undo the clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, fuck- let's get naked.” 

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look down at you. “You sure you didn’t drink too much wine, sweet thing?”

“I’m mostly sober.”

“And that shotgunning didn’t make you needy?”

“You make me needy,” you insist, cupping his face. “You know how you said you were into me months ago? When we first met, I swear I thought you were the sexiest plug I’d ever seen.”

“Probably the only plug you’d ever seen,” Johnny points out with a grin.

“John,” you meet his gaze, “earlier, when you first got here, I wasn’t even sure if I should invite you up. I was worried I’d lose my self-control and jump you or something- trust me, the physical attraction has always been there, but… getting to know you today, I like who you are inside too… so, just fuck me, yeah?”

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to us lonely hearts, huh?” 

Instead of answering, you kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair. Johnny groans when you tug gently, and he grinds his hips down against your own. You can feel the bulge of his cock as it drags against your core, and you’re pretty sure your panties are going to be ruined after this.

You can’t help yourself, you trace your hand down from his shoulders to his chest, then his abdomen- then you cup his cock, applying pressure that has him moaning again, thrusting against your hand for friction.

“I think I kind of want you in my mouth,” you admit breathlessly.

“That’s funny, I want you in mine.”

You think about it for a moment. “Sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, you’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

You can only grin, heart thundering in your chest as you push at Johnny’s shoulders, prompting him to roll onto his back.

“You take off your pants, and I’ll take off mine,” you suggest, getting off of him so you can work on your jeans.

Johnny doesn’t need to be told twice, and you watch the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he hurries to get naked. 

He’d never actually taken off your bra, so you do that yourself. In moments, you’re both completely nude.

You stare at Johnny, taking in his cock. 

He’s rock-hard and huge. It makes you excited, but you’re also not sure how well you’ll be able to take him. He must be at least seven or eight inches, and thick too, with a pretty mushroom tip that’s already leaking precum. 

He grins at your reaction. “Think you can handle this, sweet thing?”

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit.”

“You got that right,” he laughs. “Now come sit on my face, wanna taste that pretty pussy.”

There’s something so suave about half-baked Johnny. He speaks with an almost melodic tone, it’s deep and sensual, and your pussy throbs just from the words coming out of his mouth.

As you crawl onto the bed, getting into position, his hands are careful against your form, helping you settle as you swing a thigh over his head, hovering your core over his mouth. Instead of waiting for you to sit down, Johnny lifts himself up a little, burying his face in your pussy before you can even touch his cock.

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing the base of his length as he pushes his tongue deep inside of you, licking the length of your slit. 

You would love nothing more than to enjoy his mouth on you for hours- but you have your own job to do, and you’re already drooling. You bring his mushroom tip to your lips, gently licking at him.

Johnny’s large hands find your ass, and he squeezes you gently. “No teasing,” he mumbles, and the vibration against your clit has you squirming down on his face.

You take him into your mouth, sucking on the tip and twirling your tongue. Johnny immediately releases a groan before diving back into your pussy. He grabs your hips pulling you down tighter against his face.

It’s hard to know what to focus on. He feels so good with his mouth worshiping your pussy, but at the same time, you’re kind of obsessed with sucking his cock. He’s so huge, and you want to see how much you can take. You sink further onto his length, feeling your lips stretch at the intrusion-

God, he’s going to absolutely wreck your pussy. You can’t even fit half of him in your mouth before he’s hitting the back of your throat, and as you constrict around him, he releases lewd sounds of pleasure that have your core practically throbbing with need.

You pull off of him, if only to collect your saliva as lube so you can stroke what your mouth can’t reach. Taking a breath and steadying yourself, you grind gently against his tongue, moaning loudly. Then you take him past your lips again, getting lost in the act of simultaneous giving and receiving.

You’re lost in him, so lost that you don’t even know how long you’ve been in this position- but you can feel an orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time Johnny focuses on your clit.

You find yourself grinding harder against his face, and as the feeling builds, you can’t help but pull off of his cock, gasping and moaning. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me,” he groans, squeezing your ass as he kitten licks your clit. “Don’t hold back. Cum on my face, sweet thing, give me everything.”

You’re stroking his cock mindlessly, your muscles tensing as Johnny takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking-

“Oh my God-” you whimper, toes curling-

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave. It tingles through every inch of your being, throbbing out from your core. You and Johnny both release groans of satisfaction, and the knowledge that he’s enjoying having you cum on his face only makes your pussy clench tighter.

You’re practically riding his tongue now, chasing the last inklings of your high until you’re absolutely breathless. 

Johnny presses one last kiss to your clit, and then he’s tapping your ass gently. “Gonna roll onto your back and let me fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“God, yes,” you groan. Your legs are shaky but you get off of Johnny’s face, collapsing next to him. 

“Damn, sweet thing, that was a good one, huh?” Johnny laughs, sitting up and stroking your thigh.

“So good,” you whimper, still feeling the aftershocks.

Johnny gets between your legs, elbow pressing into the bed next to your head as he dips close to kiss your neck. “The way you were grinding against my face was so fucking hot.”

“Johnny-” You wrap your legs around him, feeling absolutely desperate for his cock.

“You’ll have to be a little patient for me, sweet thing,” Johnny sighs, one large hand cupping your breast and teasing past your nipple. “I’ve gotta stretch you out before you can take me.”

“What if I want you now?”

“Like I said,” his breath is hot against your throat, “you’ll have to be patient.”

“What if I want you to wreck me?”

Johnny laughs, pulling away to look at you. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you, angel?”

You trace your fingers along the fine line, black and white, Japanese Oni mask tattoo that sits on his chest between his defined pectoral muscles. “Not when it comes to you.” 

The plug simply grins at your words, his hand trailing down until it reaches your core. Two thick fingers prod at your opening, and you spread your legs even wider to accommodate him. He teasingly dips the first digit inside of you and you release a moan at how good it feels, but he’s quick to pull it out and circle your clit.

“You know what you said earlier?”

He lets out a humming sound.

“About not teasing?” you correct. “If you’re making me wait for you to prep me, you better not take your sweet time with it.”

“You’ll have to let me take my time with you next time then.”

“Next time?” You cock a brow.

“Yeah,” Johnny ghosts his lips over your own. “Next time.”

“Deal, now finger fuck me open then give me your cock.”

“Jesus, I love it when you talk dirty,” Johnny groans, dipping his finger into your core again. “Tell me more.”

“You just feel so fucking good,” you groan, swiveling your hips. “Even one finger- you’re just so big- Johnny, how are you so big?”

“You haven’t really experienced the Big yet,” John points out, adding a second digit that he scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him.

In response, you reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him gently. “I’m gonna feel you inside me for days after this.”

“Especially if you let me fuck you tomorrow, and the day after- you could feel me forever if you wanted to.”

“Forever, huh?” You let out a whimper as his digits work harder inside of you, crooking up to stroke your g spot with shocking precision. 

“I’m still a little high, it’s making me… too honest.”

“I like honest,” you admit, cupping his face with your free hand, drawing his lips to yours. “I like you.”

“I like you too,” he whispers, kissing you deeper as he finger fucks you faster. “Okay, sweet thing, I think you’re just about ready for me- dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m ready,” you assure him, staring into those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

“Should I grab a condom?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t fuck around that often. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

You giggle. “I’ve sort of noticed that.”

He kisses you again. “I can still grab a condom though.”

“No, I’m on birth control. I want you to fill me up with cock and cum until it’s all I can think about.”

“I can do that.” Johnny pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and before he can lick them clean, you grab his wrist and guide them to your own mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You groan around his digits, sucking them clean. When you’re done, Johnny grabs your jaw, drawing your lips to his so he can taste you, his tongue gliding against your own. 

You’ve still got his cock in your hand, and you pump him gently, adjusting against the blanket to get closer to him so you can guide his tip toward your core.

Johnny takes the hint, and he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His gaze dips to where your bodies meet, and he allows you most of the control as you drag his cock through your folds. “You really want this?”

“Just fuck me, John. Please don’t make me beg.”

He pushes forward, the tip of his cock sheathing in your tight core. “Holy shit,” Johnny groans.

“More.” 

Johnny can only laugh, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours as he thrusts deeper into you. The two of you hold your breath as inch after inch stretches you open. You’re so wet, and it makes the process easier, but you can still feel Johnny everywhere.

You’re a wriggling, moaning mess by the time he’s fully inside of you.

Johnny’s breath is hot against your skin, and his chest is rising and falling with effort, his bicep bulging next to your head. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Can I-”

“Rail me. Break my back. Murder my pussy.”

Johnny laughs, pressing his lips to yours to shut you up as he begins to move his hips, pulling out only to thrust back in. You can feel your insides practically quivering with each drag of his length against your walls. He’s so big, and you’re stretched to the brink- the vein along the underside of his cock is an added stimulus that has your toes curling already.

You’ll never be the same after this.

No one’s cock is ever going to compare and you just know it.

Johnny’s lips can’t muffle the sounds of pleasure still escaping you, and you grab at his broad shoulders, tracing your nails against his skin.

It’s so easy to get lost in Johnny. He makes you feel safe, and the pleasure he’s giving you has time flying by like nothing else. Johnny’s mouth goes to your throat, teasing the spot that has you moaning even louder.

“Can I flip you over? Wanna see that ass.”

“Do anything you want with me,” you tell him, and you mean it.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls out of you. His large hands find your hips. He manhandles you over, pulling your ass back and up so he can push into you again. 

“Fuck,” you groan, grabbing at the bed sheets. “You’re even deeper like this-”

Each time his front meets your ass, the slapping sound turns you on even more. He’s practically rearranging your guts like this, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Do you wanna rub your clit for me, sweet thing?” Johnny asks. “You’re so fucking tight around me, and I’m so sensitive when I smoke- not sure I’ll be able to last long, and I want you to cum with me. Wanna feel this pretty pussy all clenched and dripping-”

Every word has your body tingling, and you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. 

“Johnny-” you whimper.

“That’s it, angel. You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He grabs fistfuls of your ass, squeezing in a way that has you crying out. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me!”

“Who’s taking this cock so fucking good?”

“Me!” 

“Fuck-” Johnny lets go of your ass, wrapping a hand around your throat. He helps lift you up until your back is curved, shoulders pressed to his chest. His lips find your neck, hand dipping down to grasp your breast roughly, pinching your nipple.

“I’m gonna-”

“I know, sweet thing, me too-” He’s fucking into you like a god damned fuck machine, and each circle of your fingers on your clit has you closer and closer to the edge- “Fuck, okay, I’m there- shit, yeah, I’m there- you’re gonna cum with me, right? Gonna cum on my cock and let me fill you up?”

All you can do is whimper, your body fulfilling his ask before your brain can even fully process it. Your core clamps down hard on his cock, and Johnny releases a deep groan in your ear. He holds you close, squeezing you as his thrusts get erratic.

You can feel him cumming deep inside of you, and you’ve never felt this cock drunk in your life. 

Nothing matters except Johnny and his huge cock filling you up to the brink. His lips are hot on your throat, and he fucks you through your highs, your pussy fluttering around him as wave upon wave of pleasure rocks through you.

As you both finish, he pushes himself fully inside of you. You can feel his cock throbbing, and his groans are music to your ears. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers, letting out a soft laugh as he nuzzles against your cheek.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, grabbing the hand on your breast and lifting it to your lips so you can kiss his palm.

He holds you for a few more moments, then he gently lowers you to the bed, cock still inside of you. “I’m gonna pull out,” he says, smoothing a hand over your ass. “You don’t mind if I watch it drip out of you for a second, right?”

“I’m just laying here,” you smile against the quilt. 

Even so, it feels like a loss as he takes his cock out of your aching pussy. His hands are on your ass and he spreads your cheeks. “Fuck, sweet thing. This is the prettiest view in the whole fucking world.”

When you’d texted Johnny earlier for a link-up, you’d never expected this. Never expected to see this softer side of him. 

You’re so fucking happy you reached out- he provided more than what you’d asked for.

“I busted a fat load in you, angel,” Johnny laughs, his thumb moving to rub your clit, causing you to whine and push back against him. “How about we go for a shower. I can wash you up, eat you out some more-”

“Damn, Johnny, are you pussy drunk?”

“Uh huh.” He leans over you, kissing up your spine and to your shoulder. “Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet, we should make the most out of it, right?”

You get the sneaking suspicion that you’re going to be making the most out of it with Johnny for many days to come, Valentine’s Day be damned. God. Your cousin is going to have a freak when she hears about this.

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cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, grinding on his thigh, hand job, oral (m receiving) blow job, he spits in y/n’s mouth, spit as lube, masturbation, y/n touches herself while blowing Johnny, fingering masturbation, y/n rides his cock, multiple reader orgasms, praise, gentle degradation, dirty talk, breast worship/tit sucking,  etc…   I petnames. (hers) angel, sweet thing, good girl.

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You’ve gotten accustomed to your plug boyfriend. You’d only been dating for a month when he’d officially asked you to be his, but you know the two of you were exclusive to each other since that very first night you’d fucked. 

Being with John is pretty easy- but his odd work schedule can be a bit of a pain. He never knows how busy he’s going to be, so you can plan date nights, but sometimes he has to push it back a few hours to do unexpected late-night deliveries.

If you’d been cock drunk for him after the first time he’d fucked you, you’re even more dependent on him now.

No drug in the world could fill you up and give you the pleasure that Johnny’s cock does, and you’ve become a little impatient when you have to wait for him to complete deliveries… although, you’d never bring it up with him

You know being a plug is his job. It’s what pays the bills and allows him to dote on you in ways you’d scarcely been able to imagine before meeting him.

Even so, you can feel your skin crawling, pussy practically aching with anticipation as he completes the last handful of orders for the night. He’d initially wanted to be over at your place by seven, but it’s nearly ten now, and you’re three hours behind on the fuck marathon you’d planned.

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8th Grade : s.mg & j.yh

⇢ Synopsis: They’ve always just been your best friends. But Covid quarantine is making you all way too horny.  ⇢ Pairing: Yunho & Mingi x reader ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff.  ⇢ Warnings: extremely cute best friends to lovers, mutual pining, love, oral (f receiving), sex without protection, Big Dick Boys, threesome, hand job, fingering, thigh riding, semi-sub Mingi, dom Yunho, sleepy sex, mentions of covid, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cock warming, spitting, pet name “Tiny”, Mingi is “pretty boy”, Yunho fucks her STUPID, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 8.9k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, uni!Ateez, frat boy ateez, covid-19 ateez, non-idol au, uni au, 

It’s cold outside, and you can’t believe you have to be the one trekking through the weather when they’re the ones with a car. Well, you suppose calling Mingi’s shit hand me down 2001 Honda Civic a “car” is a little too nice. But here you are, walking up the steps to their apartment building, cold, and bundled in a jacket, simply because Yunho declared three weeks ago while drunk that he would no longer ‘lower himself to the level of that shit piece of crap Honda fucking Civic’.

His words had made Mingi cry a little, and you’d had to fight Yunho about it afterwards. He’d won of course, easily pinning you down, but your struggle had been enough to cheer Mingi up. You’d tried at least.

You don’t even have to hit the button to call up to their apartment, the door clicks, signalling the unlock. You bet Mingi’s been watching the street from the window again. You head up to the third floor where Mingi and Yunho have an apartment. Mingi throws the door open before you even knock, a huge grin on his face.

He’s dressed in an oversized light pink crew neck and some grey sweatpants that still have your high school crest on them. You’re wearing your matching ones. Movie night is sacred, and you all have to look the part. His glasses are round, and they show off his dazzling eyes, which always seem to sparkle in wonder at the world around him.

He pulls you into a warm Mingi hug, lifting you off the ground to bring you inside. His shirt smells like lavender, and you’re shocked the two of them have finally started using the detergent Mingi’s mom had dropped off months ago when he’d first moved. The lavender is nice, and it makes you smile as you burry your face against the soft fabric, breathing in the warmth and aura of your best friend.

“You’re cold!” Mingi says when he lets you go, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s cold outside.” you note.

“It looks cold.” Mingi agrees, nodding and his lip pouting out a little in sympathy. He hates being cold, and is always bundled up in more than is ever necessary. 

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waiting game

MEMBER | best friend’s dad!johnny x (f) reader

GENRE/WARNINGS | smut, dilf au, non-idol au, age gap, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap yo mf willy!), orgasm denial, edging, half the fic is just johnny & mc teasing each other to death, oral (f receiving), fingering and them trying to be subtle about it, mind you they doing all this in broad daylight

SUMMARY | your best friend’s dad is a smoking hot dilf seeking vengeance after you’ve spent the past couple of years teasing him, but it seems that you can’t handle a taste of your own medicine.

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EXTRA | ¼ of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

Time was something ironic to you. It flew by quickly when you were having fun, yet seemed to drag on when the moments were dull. If you had to give a prime example, it would be now.

This current moment, with you listening impatiently to the vexing sound of your clock ticking while counting down the minutes before you got to see Johnny again. You had a study date with your best friend - his daughter - in over half an hour, and you were beginning to wish that you hadn’t planned your outfit so far in advance. Now you had nothing to distract you from your throbbing heartbeat in the meantime. 

To say the least, every moment with Johnny was nothing short of thrilling, no matter how brief. He had the power to summon a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with a mere smile - unbeknownst to him, of course. As far as you knew, Johnny knew nothing of your silly little crush on him and you wanted to keep it that way. It was fun to imagine what it would be like if he reciprocated your crush, but that’s precisely all it was—your imagination. Hypothetical situations you could only fantasize about. You had to give yourself the tough reminder that he’d never be into his daughter’s best friend. He could never.

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〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [Chapter 2]

this chapter pairing; Yoongi x female!reader x Woozi 

genre&warnings; threesome, dom!yoongi, dom!woozi, studio fucking, recording audio, hair pulling, blowjobs, anal, sex toys, dirty talk / degradation / name calling, dumbification, slight praise kink 😌💕 also can i just say i love that there’s like… no chapter previews for any of the double dip chapters so its like a complete toss up of what chapter is next ☠️ LMAOOO every chapter is a surprise! 😗 Also, I noticed my hashtag for double dip isn’t working on my tumblr so I’m gonna try to figure out what’s going on with that some times this weekend!! For now enjoy ch 2 and enjoy the concert tonight if you’re watching!! Or morning if its in the morning for yall!! 💕 I love you, have a safe weekend~ 💕

word count; ~3000

chapters; 1 - 2 - ? 

“Change the pitch.”

“Up?”

“No, down.” Yoongi leans over Jihoon’s office chair; fingertips hovering over Jihoon’s on the computer mouse. “There.”

The younger male lets out a sigh as he rests against the chair. “I’m tired and stressed.”

“We know.” You retort, laughing lightly under your breath when Yoongi turns to look at you. “You’ve been changing the pitch on that guide track for the last 45 minutes. Even Yoongi’s starting to look stressed.”

Jihoon groans as he runs his fingers through his hair; this time spinning the office chair to face you as Yoongi steps to the side and rests his back against the computer desk.

“I know it doesn’t need to be perfect but something’s just not sitting right with me and I need to submit the guide in two days or it won’t even be considered for the new album.” Yoongi nods in understanding, reaching out a hand and placing it on Jihoon’s shoulder. He squeezes lightly, letting the younger male know he’s not alone in the way he feels.

“You have two days, you’ll be fine. Overworking the track might do more harm than you think and it sounds pretty good as it is. Honestly, what you need is a break.”

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𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄

Street racer! wonho, street racer, gn!Reader, overstimulation, degrading/praise, hair pulling, fingering, biting, finger sucking, dumbification, dirty talking, and dacryphilia, riding.

The windows were not tinted yet it was hard to see who was in the driver's seat. People clearing the path for the car to easily make it through and reach the red spray-painted finish line.

The windows were not tinted yet it was hard to see who was in the driver's seat. People clearing the path for the car to easily make it through and reach the red spray-painted finish line.

The windows were not tinted yet it was hard to see who was in the driver's seat. People clearing the path for the car to easily make it through and reach the red spray-painted finish line.

Once the car pulls into the space next to you behind the sloppy drawn red line the driver's door pushed open, you could see a pair of shoes pop out and then ahead from behind the door. Standing at his full height you could see a blonde man, buff, messy hair with a gentle face. He was wearing baggy black cargo jeans a tank top matching showing off muscles and a small silver chain on his neck.

You turn to look at the man who was running the racing stipulation for the night. You sat on the hood of your car not daring to turn your head. "Tonight you're racing, for 10,000 dollars. In the end whoever makes it from here and around the corner and back to this red line wins. Now I got a good surprise at the end so be ready" the man spoke, he had an Afro with a comb sticking out on the side.

You nod your head "so we're all putting down 2,000?" One of the other men said sitting on his golden hood "yeah, and if you can't give that much you ain't racing" the man said holding his hand out. You pull a small stack of money out of your butt pocket and push yourself off the hood of the car. Walking up to the man hand off the cash.

As you turn around your met with the buff chest of the blonde man, stopping in your tracks you could see him tower over you. His brown eyes looking at yours as he lifts his arm to hand off the cash. "Enough heart eyes get in you're cars," the man said making you smile and shake your head pushing the blonde by his shoulder to walk past him.

You walk to the driver's side door feeling the eyes of wonho burn through your figure as you open the door and rest and hand on the hood as you lean down to sit against the furry seat cover. You lift your legs let them rest on the car floor and shut the door.

You push your keys into the ignition and your engine rev. The crowd jumped a bit seeing a flame spill from the exhaust pipe. The man with the Afro began waving the crowd to back up. "That's right back y'all asses up before you get grilled" he shouted seeing the men and women move away from the street and onto the curb and wide walk.

The other men that were also competing in the race began to get inside their cars and rev their engines. A woman in a crop top and some baggy jeans that rest on her hips walked in front of the cars. "First one here and around the block back wins," she said loudly over the engines "ready?!" She asked with a smile growing on her plump red lips. She flipped her black curly hair over her shoulder raising her arm the cheers of the crowd got louder as the revving becomes louder.

"Go!" She shouted dropping her arm. You press your foot on the gas shifting your gear into sport and watching how the speedometer moved. The small arrows on your indicator shoot from 10 to 80 as your gear shifts, the wind pushing pressure the air as you speed up, and although cars were shooting past you, you were in no rush.

"Just wait" you mumble pushing the gas harder going from 80 to 110 speeding past silver and blue glowing cars decorated with LED's and stickers, you switch lanes making the car behind you try to speed up and unconventionally bump the back of your bumper.

You growl looking into your mirror seeing the blonde with a small smirk on his plump lip, the look on his face drives you to speed up to 200, smoke coming from your tires from how hard your tires rubbed against the gravel on the road.

your eyes flicker back onto the road ahead of you as you go onto an empty road one of your hands leaves the wheel to press the button on the radio and turn up the volume. The rap music puts you back into your racing headspace. The bass was vibrating your whole car.

Seeing the other cars go speed up closer to you and wonho made you narrow your eyes through the mirror. Meanwhile, wonho sat idly in his car shoe pressed against the gas hard as sweat began to slowly Pearl on his forehead.

The empty streets make it easier as you speed through your engine waking up the neighborhood as soon as you turn the corner you see a bridge which was a straight shot to the finish line.

"Woah," wonho says at your sharp turn speeding down the back streets, nearing the familiar crowd, your car drifting and leaving skit marks on the dirt and asphalt making one more sharp turn and drifting before seeing the crowds that were forming at the finish spot.

You hear another engine rumble behind you, your heart was practically beating out of your chest, you felt dizzy. You see the green color of wonho's car in the corner of your eye which makes you scoff.

Just as you had officially left the speed from the 100's to the 200's as you rolling your eyes as you see him wave with an easy grin

You both speed side by side, looking onto the road trying to steer as the cool leather wheel gripped with your sweating palms.

You stepped on the gas as hard as you could and once you had made it closer to the bridge you could see it lifting on both sides opening a  bit down the middle. You slow down whispering to yourself "this is bullshit" but when you saw the green car speed past you and fly over the bridge you realized the face was still on.

You press the gas hard in hopes that even taking this jump you would win in the end. Once you feel how light your car is speeding over the gap between the bridge you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you scream.

Your car jerks as your tires hit the ground, your front bumper hitting the road and falling off with a 'clanking' sound, you groaned. Pressing the gas and shifting gears your car began to catch wind of wonho.

But once your cars were close enough to the finish line you could see how wonho pressed harder on the gas passing you making you feel your face heat up in anger seeing as his two front tires touch the red line before yours.

"Shit" you curse under your breath passing the red line with a bitter mood. Stopping a few feet behind him seeing how he stepped out of the car to be crowded by people cheering him on. Pulling your keys out of the ignition you get out of the car walking in front of it to see how bad your front bumper looks.

"That's gonna cost a pretty penny, right?" You hear coming close behind you with the sound of shoes pattering on the concrete. "I fix my cars so no, not really," you say snarking turning to look at wonho who stood over you holding out your money.

You snatch it out of his hand "I didn't need it back but I'll take it" you say with a grin as you stuff the folded money into your pocket. "You're welcome," he says cocking his neck to the side. You were about to respond but the sound of police sirens made your eyes widen.

You look at the blonde male "we gotta go now or they're gonna bust our asses" you say grabbing his wrist and pushing him to the passenger side of your car. "What about my car?" He asked worriedly opening the door and tossing himself into the seat shaking the car.

" your keys are still in there someone's gonna take care of it, don't worry I'll figure out who," you say opening your side of the door and tossing yourself into the seat and the both of you slamming your doors shut.

Twisting your key that was still in the ignition you shift in reverse backing out the crowd shifting gears into driving your foot stomps on the gas in hopes that no police car follows. And unfortunately for you, a cop had managed to follow you halfway around the city.

You had made it onto the highway, and because it was so late in the night there were barely any cars. But fortunately for you and the buff man in the seat next to you, once you had switched lanes in front of a semi-truck the police had lost sight of you which gave you the chance to take the interstate closest to your left and turn on a dense road.

Once you had been set back on an empty road with nothing but empty grocery store parking lots you had decided it would be best to cool off and stay there for a while until the cops stop searching the area.

Once you find a parking space closest to the middle of the lot you had to turn the car off and shut off the headlights. The red and blue lights of the storefront logo emit deep shades of red and blue. Your back was pressed to the seat as your head lulled back with exhaustion.

Your head drops to the side of your shoulder as you look over at Wonho with curious eyes. When he felt your eyes burning into him he couldn't help but meet your gaze "what? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked a smile plaguing his lips as his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing, you just- seem so calm for a guy who just won 10,000 dollars and went on a police chase with some random person" is all you say shrugging your shoulders hearing the fabric of your shirt rub against the fur-covered seat. "Well you keep looking at me like that and see where it gets you," he says as he shifts around in his seat.

"And where will that get me?" You ask leaning onto the middle console staring at his side profile with low eyes. "God damnit" he whispered turning to lean over the console as well cupping your jaw and pulling you into a rough kiss.

Your teeth clash as you leave open mouth kissed against each other, his lips were soft and warm. You could feel your hand move from gripping the seat cover to running through his blonde locks. Your eyes fluttered shut as well as his making you tug on his tresses earning you a small groan.

Your lips trace each other to the point you wouldn't break from the kiss until your lungs screamed for air making you pull away. Wonho didn't care to catch his breath, he began leaving kisses down your neck sucking small red spots that would soon swell over into bruises in all kinds of shades from purple, blue, and red.

His hand that once touched your jaw was now clutched on your waist. He was high off just the sound of the small moans and little puffs of air you let out of your mouth while he continued to lick and suck harshly against your neck. "Fuck, you're so cute" he whispered looking up at you with soft brown eyes and his pupils blown in adoration.

The hold you had on him was tight and you didn't even know it, it was like you were a love-sick Anaconda and with that, you're grip on him had become almost deadly. He felt like he was choking up his words because his mind was too clouded by the feeling of your skin on his.

His large hand's grip at your thigh wanting to pull you in his lap, your knee knocks against the console as you shudder at the feeling on his teeth, and plump lips dragging against your skin that he had marked as his for the night. "Sit in my lap" he mumbled in hopes of wanting to fulfill whatever raunchy fantasy you had been living in the moment.

Pulling back you see the small grin on his lips from how disheveled you had looked. Your chest was rising and falling in an uneven battle of tug of war with your lungs. You sit up on your knees trying your best to climb over the console that had been in the way.

You had let yourself straddle over his thighs that took up a portion of the seat- yet it wasn't like you were complaining. The pad of his thumbs found their way under your shirt and rubbed gentle circles on your bare hip as he continues his assault on your neck as if he was a painter letting the hickeys become his paint and your neck and chest was the blank canvas he needfully needed to douse in color.

His palms pushed into your hips as he trails small pecks up your neck and jaw, you felt like you were in a state of euphoria the way your eyes soften looking into his gaze. Your mind was in such a haze you hadn't realized the both of you were mindlessly grinding against each other.

No matter the tight space you had yet to let that affect you. Your noses brush against each other and you could feel wonho's breath on your face, your hand finds its way to his hair pulling him in by the back of his head until your lips trace his. The sound of heavy breathing and clothing rustling around in the passenger seat of the car was the only thing that could be heard.

Your hips began to slowly begin to move as your ass pushes down on the bulge poking his pants "feels so good" he mumbled against your lips as he let out a small moan. His hands grip at the back of your thighs as he puffs out shaky breaths. "Can you take your pants off for me?" He asked nicely, you could only comply. Your stomach churned hearing the way he asked.

You murmur out a small 'yes' as your hand gets a grip on your jeans belt loops. You tug them until they touch your ankles, you slide your shoes off as well as your pants. Wonho's eyes connect to your sex that was aching and covered in slicked-up arousal. "All this from making out? damn," he groaned to himself.

You press yourself down on him feeling the fabric of his pants against your throbbing core makes you whimper. "Open your mouth," he says, this time it wasn't so polite. Your jaw slacks a bit and you stick out your warm tongue seeing how his eyes darken almost made you moan.

Bringing his hand up to your face his middle and ring finger pressed against your tongue making you close your mouth a suck. Wonho could feel your tongue swirl around his fingers while the both of you make direct eye contact. He felt like he could flush under your gaze and melt from the view of your face alone.

You moan against his fingers as you continue to jut your hips and feel pleasure jolt through your body sending shivers down wonho's spine. Pulling his thick fingers past your lips. You lift your lips seeing how his hand gets lost between your plush thighs.

Rubbing the pads of his fingers against your hole that was already soaking, teasing your slit feeling you clench around nothing alone just from friction made wonho throb in his boxers. Pressing his middle finger against your hole until he could feel your warm walls accept his finger.

You hiss at the stretch as wonho adjusted himself in the seat and reached his opposite hand between to push the seat back enough to have him leaning back and watching the perfect view of you perched in his lap.

"I didn't think you were the type to let people you meet in the same night fuck you," he said as he let his finger slip deeper inside your clenching walls. "I guess you're just lucky- oh" you moaned feeling him pump in and out of your sopping hole with an all to loud squelching sound:

Your hand grabs needly at his shirt hoping for more pleasure. "More- please" you whimper as your hips twitch with pleasure. I mean who was he to oppose the idea of getting you off? He did as asked pushing his other finger at your entrance hoping you would loosen even just a bit "why are you so fucking tight?" he moaned as he feels you practically suck in his fingers. He pushes them deep enough to touch his knuckles, your slick created small strings against his fingers each time he'd stuff you full of his fingers.

It felt just so right— the way the cold metal of his rings push against your slit as he sped up his pace. Your sticky walls could feel every last part of his thick fingers that could make you quiver "fuck- fuck" you moaned as your fingers bunch up the fabric of his shirt.

You could feel yourself coming closer to the painstaking orgasm and all you could do was moan and let your eyes pinch closed. "Open your eyes, I wanna see the look on your face when you cum" he says as his fingers repeatedly pound into the spot that made your legs shake and your back arch.

"I'm gonna cum! please let me cum" you whimper as your hands shake. You had opened your eyes to be met with the view of Wonho and his blonde hair sticking to his forehead with a sheen of sweat on his body, he only nodded his head and let out a small 'mhm' giving you the green light. You felt the pleasure spill over as you cum "oh my god" you moan as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Your release drips down his fingers and palm as you grind against his fingers. Slowly you inch away from his fingers as small thin white strings of slick and cum keep the both of you connected.

Your breathing was slightly off-putting the way you felt him pull his fingers out of your silky walls slowly making you feel empty. You felt dizzy just off of that. But you knew there was more to come when Wonho began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans.

His happy trail that touched his naval down to the base of his dick became prominent as his fingers dig to pull down his briefs as well as his pants letting them fall to his knees and his dick breathing freely in the warm air of the car.

The windows began to fog over as the red and blue hues from the market front shop sign had become even brighter on your skin.

He was hard, and his tip shined with precum at his soft blushed head, his slit leaking with arousal. the sight alone made you rub your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger.

you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. His hips buck as he let out a small wince at the sudden contact on his shaft.

You arch your back as you push his tip against your slit rubbing it against your sloppy sex had been covered in a mix of your release and arousal. You push his tip in feeling how your ridged walls clenched from just his tip.

Wonho tossed his head back against the seat hearing a small 'thump' in return. His jaw was clenched tightly making his jaw look narrow and sharp. "Fuck" he groaned loudly letting his hands grip at your ass as you ease down his shaft until your ass pressed against his pelvic bone.

You felt like you were stuffed, Wonho sat up until your chests touched. He slowly began guiding your hips to bounce repeatedly at a set pace. The way you sink on his was addictive. Your hands move back to grip at his hair, you tug and pull with each bounce.

"You feel so good" you whisper into his ear, wonho could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head from just hearing you talk dirty. He began to thrust into you setting a faster pace. You moan at the feeling of his thick shaft rubbing against your silky walls and his tip practically kissing at your cervix.

His nails began to dig into the fat off your ass as he continued to let you bounce in his lap, the sound of your moans and the creaking of the car was all wonho's ears could pick up on with his foggy and fucked out mind.

He was drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his dick like this and it felt amazing. You whispered heavy 'please' for him to go harder as you rut yourself against his base.

A small ring of white began to drip from his base as his thighs hit yours as he continued to pound into you harder. You felt hazy as you moan your hand slides against the window leaving a slippery print.

You clenching down on down on wonho kept his mind set on doing one thing, and that was making you cum all over him. Your hair bounced with every hard thrust he delivered to you sweetly. His hand found its way to your hair gripping at your tresses making your eyes water at the pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you look so damn cute when you cry" he choked out along with a whimper as his tip practically bullied at your cervix. The twist in your stomach made you realize that you were close "I'm so close!" You had moaned feeling your walls spasm around him Wonho began to thrust into you faster as he felt that same feeling bubbling up inside of him.

From any onlooker the way he pounded into you could make it seem like a pornstar was just doing child's play. He couldn't help but let out a string of curses and moans "fuck, fuck" he groaned feeling how you squeezed down on him letting your orgasm wash over you.

The sweet moan you let out pushed him over the edge as he let his cum paint you white on the inside. He could feel you throbbing and his cum spilling past your walls. He couldn't help but thrust deeper into you fucking his cum deeper inside you.

Your hips shaking with overstimulation. You couldn't even put together a coherent sentence at the feeling. You just let him fuck you dumb. Your whimpers fall on deaf ears as he let you rest against his chest.

"it's okay, just take your time" he whispered into your ears kissing your temple repeatedly as you let your eyes heavily fall closed.

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dreaming of you

summary: yuta brings you to sleepover at the dorm, taeil’s his roommate, and you wake up in the morning to the sound of taeil moaning your name. 

length: 3,213

tags: slight somnophilia, blowjobs, cuckolding, voyeurism, masturbation, threesome?

Taeil was already asleep when Yuta snuck you into their shared bedroom. 

“Shh!” Yuta laughed against your cheek, his arms wrapped around you, both of you stumbling toward the shadowy shape of his bed. 

There was no rule saying that you weren’t allowed to be there, but it was just a general rule of thumb that none of the guys invited their partners over for hookups or sleepovers if there was a roommate present. That just wasn’t good manners.

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Lesson : frat Lucas & Doyoung

⇢ Synopsis: Lucas finds out that word around the frat is he can’t make girls cum. You’re Doyoung’s fuck buddy and he thinks you’re the perfect girl to teach Lucas about the female orgasm.  ⇢ Pairing: Lucas & Doyoung x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: smut, comedy ⇢ Warnings: threesome, 69-ing, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, face riding, dom!Doyoung, Switch Reader, Switch Lucas, sex without a condom, Vouyerism, pet names, scratching, whiney Lucas, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 3.5k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: frat au, himbo Lucas. 

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“He said what?” Lucas looks between Haechan and Mark, and the two frat boys blink up at their tall companion. Mark’s eyes shift to Haechan, expecting an answer from the man who had slipped up in the first place. 

“Uh-” Haechan grabs Mark by the back of the neck, “Mark can tell the story better than I can.”

“What?! Yo, no way dude!” Mark shoves Haechan back, “you tell him!”

Haechan glares at his friend, “coward.” he mutters, before turning back to look at the tall man who makes up one third of the NCT frat’s campus renowned ‘Himbo lighthouse’. Haechan melts looking into Lucas’s big puppy dog eyes, “well, he said-”

“He said you don’t know how to make girls cum.” Mark spits out, words spewing so quickly that Haechan barely even registers them, “Okay, I said it, there.” Mark throws his hands in the air and then grabs at his head, feeling bad too.

“Wait what?” Lucas still looks confused.

“Why does Lucas look like you kicked him?” Jaehyun appears next to Haechan, sipping from his red solo cup lazily. His eyes are slightly red, and Mark quickly looks around for the others who may have just come in from the smoke area outside. He desperately needs a hit after what he just said to Lucas, and Mark slips away into the crowd to find Jungwoo, who most definitely is the one providing the ‘good shit’ tonight. It’s his turn after all.

“People are saying that I can’t make girls cum?” Lucas says, still not even sure he heard correctly the first time.

“Oh.” Jaehyun sips his drink.

“OH!?” Lucas bellows, “you knew about this too!?”

“Doesn’t-” Jaehyun looks at Haechan then at Lucas, “Doesn’t everyone know?” 

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quick f___ - im changkyun

pairing: ex-boyfriend changkyun + female reader

genre: post-break up drunk sex. lol that’s it.

word count: 1.7k+ (this was supposed to be a drabble lmfao flurry i am so sorry lol)

warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing, alcohol, very very VERY slight degradation, exhibitionism

summary: you meet with your ex-boyfriend at a party, and you’re weak.

author’s note: my first entry for @flurrys-creativity tipsy drabbles, based on this and the cocktail called quick f*** (literally not even kidding, this is a real drink)! uhm yes this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn’t help myself and i was tipsy and i got carried away oops what’s new ok bye have fun

[library] [monsta x library] 

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You two, are absolutely out of it.

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Cam Baby Series ↳multi group/member camgirl!reader universe

Ceo NCT Series ↳poly sugar daddy nct, different pairings.  

Frat NCT Universe Masterlist ↳one shots are set in the same Frat AU with NCT House

a/b/o NCT Universe Masterlist ↳one shots are set in the same a/b/o AU with 23 member alpha pack

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Reminder: Ramadan starts evening April 13 2021 and ends evening May 12 2021 (x)

This picture was taken from @jeonsnotes on instagram (x) with permission.

Feel free to reblog this and use this if your account involves swearing and/or sexual activity (including smut).

I have included some information regarding Ramadan from @jeonsnotes (which I will link at the end) below the readmore. Many thanks to @papillonsgf​ for bringing this to my attentions!

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NCT Reactions: Squirting

anonymous asked: Can you do a reaction where Nct’s (legal members only) sub squirts and the members try to make them squirt again? 

A/N: In case you don’t know what squirting is, Cosmo defines it as “when fluid comes jetting out of a women’s vagina, often accompanying orgasm” and it’s urine possibly combined with prostate fluid. This reaction isn’t so much the guy being dominant necessarily, but he’s at least really eager to see his girl squirt. ALSO I realize Renjun is technically legally an adult now, but I’m still not comfortable writing about him, so he’s excluded from this.

Taeil: It’s still dribbling out of you when Taeil reaches down to wet his fingers in the liquid pooling on his belly. “You squirted,” he says incredulously. “I’ve never done that before,” you tell him, partially embarrassed and partially amazed because you hadn’t known that your body was capable of doing that. Taeil gets a proud look on his face and he looks up to meet your eyes. He’s still hard inside of you, and when his fingers curl against your thighs, urging you to start riding him again, you know that he’s going to try to make you squirt again.

Johnny: “There’s something I want to try,” Johnny kisses your cheek as he leans over you, pressing the length of his body against yours. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me do this to you?” You’re comfortable in your relationship with Johnny, both of you are accepting of the others kinks or trying out possible kinks and fetishes, so it’s no surprise that when Johnny’s in his dominant mood that he wants to make you try his kink of the week. You promise him you’ll be good. “I want to make you squirt, if you can. I’ve seen it in porn, baby, and you’ll look so sexy. I know how to get you there.” And if you know Johnny, then you know that he’s persistent, so if he wants you to squirt, then you will.

Taeyong: He was so surprised when you squirted for the first time. Suddenly his face and arm were wet and you were covering your face in embarrassment and apologizing. “Baby, it’s alright,” Taeyong wipes his hand across his face, and you notice that his eyes aren’t meeting yours, but rather they’re focused between your thighs. “I’m going to make you do it again. That was… so hot.” You’re still embarrassed about the fact that you pretty much just peed all over your boyfriend’s face while he was eating you out, except that you hadn’t meant to do that at all. But Taeyong seemed to really like it. He wouldn’t stop licking his lips or look away from between your legs. When he moves in to touch you again, you close your eyes and lay back, ready to let him try to make you squirt again.

Yuta: Yuta thought it was kinky to have you sitting on his lap in your panties, a vibrator inside of you, and him rubbing at your clit. He liked to see you squirm in his lap, biting your lip to keep from moaning, unable to cum unless he told you to. He was in control of the vibrator, which meant that at times it was tolerably still inside of you, but other times he turned it as high as it could go only to back off again before you could climax. You certainly weren’t expecting it when he turned the vibrator to its highest setting, and he ground the heel of his palm against your clit. Your orgasm swept over you before you even knew it was approaching, but it felt strange, or at least different from normal. When you open your eyes you see Yuta staring at you in awe. Your panties feel soaked through, and Yuta’s lap has a few drops of darkness growing beneath you. He gasps and tilts you back against the bed, reaching to remove your panties even as he says, “Holy shit. What did you just do?”

Kun: At first he wasn’t sure what was happening. He just felt the wetness pouring out of you and thought for one moment that you were peeing on him. It was only later that he realized the truth after he mentioned it to a friend. “It’s kind of…. endearing to know that I made you climax so hard that you lost complete control.” He tells you when he sees you again. Kun’s not sneaky when he slides his hand into your panties as he kisses you. He doesn’t have to use his words to let you know that he wants to make you squirt again, to exert that total control over you. You whimper and let your legs fall open, giving him complete access to make his wish come true.

Doyoung: “So I’ve done some research…” is the first thing Doyoung says the next time he has you in his bed. “I want to make you squirt again, so I’ve been researching how to do it.” He’s eager to have it happen again. He loves the way that it shoots out of you, and he’s even gathered some towels and stuff to keep the bed somewhat clean and dry for when you do it again. You let Doyoung handle you, curious to see what conclusion his research will bring you to. When he pulls out a hitachi wand, you know that you’re in for it. He uses a combination of the wand and his own particular magical hips to push you to a powerful climax, squirting everywhere all over again.

Ten: The first time Ten made you squirt, you nearly ruined his sheets. The second time, he took precautions to keep that from happening. “Lay down there,” He points you to the bathtub. There’s a towel folded against the one end for you to lay your head on, candles flicker on nearly every available surface, and Ten’s already stripped down to nothing. His eyes are hungry, reflecting the small fires of each candle. You do as your told, taking your clothes off and climbing into the empty bathtub, laying down and spreading your thighs so that there’s just enough room for Ten, and he quickly slides into his place, his tongue licking up the length of your pussy, and his eyes catch the light. He buries his mouth against you, presses his fingers as deep inside of you as they can go, and you’re sure that he’d eat you out until his jaw was stuck like that if it meant he could get you to squirt again.

Jaehyun: The thing is that Jaehyun doesn’t stop thrusting into you as you squirt. His motions seem almost automatic while he stares down at the place where your bodies meet each other, mesmerized by you ejaculating. His face and ears flush brightly, and one of his hands sneaks over so that he can rub his thumb over your clit. You’re a mess of moans beneath him, exhausted but still horny, still curving into his touch. Jaehyun’s pace picks up once you stop squirting. He’s reinvigorated, thrusting into you faster and harder, thumb working against your clit, and between thrusts, he grunts, “I’m going to make you do that again.”

WinWin: He likes to have you ride his face, and it only takes one time of you squirting to have WinWin determined to get you off with his tongue as often as possible. He likes to swallow down mouthfuls of what you give him, and when you argue, he tells you “It’s only fair. You swallow when you give me blowjobs. This is almost like me returning the favor. And I like it. So come sit on my face.” It takes a little getting used to. He has to figure out what it is that make you squirt, and it takes some trial and error, a few too many regular orgasms to WinWin’s disappointment before he gets you to squirt all over his lower face.

Jungwoo: Neither of you know what to say after it happens. Jungwoo lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You feel a little bit gross because the sheets you’re laying on are all wet, like you peed, but the fluid is clear and it doesn’t smell. You think Jungwoo might kick you out and break up with you and spread the rumor that you’re a weirdo who does whatever that was during sex. After a little while, he sits up and gets out of bed. “Can you get up?” He asks, already pulling boxers up his hips. “I think we should change the sheets probably.” You get out of bed and move to the bathroom to clean up some, and when you come back out, Jungwoo is sitting on the edge of the newly-made bed. He smiles and draws you in with his arms around your hips so that you stand between his legs. “That was something different, right?” You nod. “But I think I’d like to see you do that again, if you want to try?” You feel relieved. Jungwoo would never break up with you over something so silly.

Lucas: “I can’t do it! I can’t!” You cried, wiggling around on the bed, trying to pull away from Lucas. He was trying to make you squirt for him again like you’d done before. That time it was an accident, and you looked it up, and you weren’t sure that you could do it again, but Lucas told you that he had faith that you could. He was trying everything in his power to set you off. He was thrusting deep inside of you, holding a vibrator against your clit, his hands played with your breasts. He was overstimulating you, hoping that you would release everywhere when you finally climaxed. “Come on, baby. Do it for me,” He asks, still pushing in deep. Your hands reach for his shoulders pulling him closer, unable to pull away even as the pleasure starts to become too much for you. Again he repeats baby as he angles up to hit your spot, turns the vibrator higher, and tweaks your nipples. You barely register the wave that rolls through you, spraying out of you as your hips jolt up, forcing Lucas back. He grins and watches you squirt everywhere.

Mark: You meet Mark in a club. It’s not long before you’re pressed against a wall in a back hallway, making out with him as the music vibrates against your back and your fingertips. His fingers are preoccupied with you, sliding in and out of you, thumbing over your clit. Maybe you should’ve warned him that you have a hair trigger especially when you’ve been drinking. More than one guy that you’ve met was disgusted when you squirted, and you don’t want Mark to run off with your ejaculation all over his fingers before you can even get to touch him. He’s kissing your neck when you feel it, but there’s no chance to stop him before you’re gasping and spraying onto his fingers. You’re lucky you don’t ever squirt like they do in porn, but just enough that it catches attention. Mark pulls back from kissing you, and pulls his hand out from under your skirt. “Did you just squirt?” He asks, then looks up at you again when you make a noise to confirm. He sounds incredibly turned on when he asks, “Can you do that again?”

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Naughty & Nice

Poly Orgy Series: Part 2

Can’t We Share // Naughty & Nice // let the day pass us by: a drabble // All You Need // never: a drabble // Love Me // Never Enough // Traces of You // Good Thing // Coming Home // gimme that: a drabble // Adore You

summary: It’s Christmas and you make yourself a present for your boyfriends, but Kun, Doyoung, and Ten are the only ones who get to unwrap you

word count: 6,843

pairing: kun x doyoung x ten x reader, kun x ten

When you’ve got twelve boyfriends, you would expect to have at least one free at all times to do whatever you want with, whether that means cuddling, grabbing dinner, talking for hours, watching a horrifying scary movie, or fucking the stress away.

But it was Christmas and all twelve of them were busy.

You just wanted to get fucked.

At some point in the evening, you knew they’d be back at their dorm. They didn’t get the holiday off no matter what their company may or may not lead the general public and the fans to believe. So, knowing that the dorm would be a place to find them all, you let yourself in and get busy.

Christmas is a nice holiday, you tend to think. It’s one of presents and love, spending time with those important to you, and it’s a great time to be festive and attempt to get drunk on the champagne you find in the kitchen of your boyfriends’s dorm. You take a nice warm shower, cleaning yourself up all nice and pretty, then you drink a glass of champagne while you slip into the sexy red number you bought as a gift for all the boys. It makes you look a bit like you’re all wrapped up in silky red ribbon, just waiting to be unwrapped.

You wanted to surprise them with it, so you tie a robe around your body and go wait in the living room.

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61. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.”

notes; a little late for our birthday boy but it’s okay!!!, sugardaddy!jeonghan also CEO!Jeonghan, a bit of brat!reader, blowjob, dirty talk, v minor hair pulling, this is probably the last normal… “normal” drabble before I start yandere/monster fucker month LMAO, anyway thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

You watch as Jeonghan sets the phone down for the 5th time, a loud sigh on your lips.

“All that sighing isn’t going to make this workload go down, baby. Just a little bit longer, okay? I just need to make a few more phone calls.”

“But you said that a fuckin’ hour ago!” The words tumble from your mouth quicker than you think and Jeonghan quickly crosses the space from his desk to where you sit on his leather couch in just a few seconds. 

“Did you just raise your voice at me, baby? What was rule number six on our agreement? And rule three since we’re here.”

six: ‘Don’t bother asking Jeonghan for sexual favours during his work hours.’

three: ‘All disagreements will be dealt with as adults.’

Pouting, you avoid his stare as you burn holes into the ugly painting that adorns the wall across from you. “It’s ‘cause you promised you’d be done earlier and you lied and now my panties are soaked but you won’t let me touch myself either…” You slowly turn to focus on Jeonghan who stares down at you with a bored look.

“What’s got your panties so fuckin’ wet anyway?”

“You.” You start, “Fucking me on top of your desk and getting your papers all messy. Your cum dribbling out of my pussy onto your important documents…  Or maybe me choking on your cock while you take a really important business call~ Let all your business partners know how good you’re fucking me during your work hours~”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work, doll.” His jaw clenches at your dirty words, hands balling up into fists at his sides.

“Good! Let me fuckin’ choke on your cock!”

Jeonghan smirks; licking his lips as he turns to get back to his desk. He picks up the phone, already punching in a new number when he glances your way.

“Get to work then.”

He’s on his third call when you finally start to deep throat him; the tears blurring your vision when your lips meet the base of his cock. You know better than to make any noise while he’s on the phone but it surprises you that Jeonghan manages to keep his voice straight even when your throat closes around his cock.

“I told you, let Seokmin know the meeting is moved to Thursday. I don’t want to hear any excuses.” He drawls, eyes twinkling when he sees a lone tear slip down your cheek. “You know I don’t like it when he argues with me. I’m very good with punishments after all and I don’t think he wants to find out what I’m capable of.” Your pussy clenches around emptiness at his words, knowing they were directed towards you and not whoever he was on the phone with.

The sound of him hanging up a few seconds later has you immediately perking up, doubling your efforts when you feel his fingertips threading through your hair.

“Look at you. Sucking my cock while I work. Think if you play your cards right, I’ll give you what you want, huh?”

You moan around him, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock when you pull off of him. “Pl–please..” Your voice is hoarse and your cheeks are stained with tears when your eyes meet his mischievous ones.

“Let me cum down your pretty throat and then I’ll think about it.”

Nodding, you immediately wrap your lips around his cock again, letting him guide your head down as he lets out a breathy moan. “Your mouth feels so good around my cock, baby.” He tilts his head back until it hits the back of his expensive office chair, hazy eyes focused on the ceiling. “But we both know your cute ‘lil pussy is the best. So fuckin’ tight around my cock like it was made for me.”

You rub your thighs together in hopes of relieving some of the tension; only stopping when Jeonghan tugs on your hair a little harder. “None of that, baby. You wouldn’t want me to punish you, would you?” The thought has you whimpering around him; cheeks hollowing around him when you start to feel him throbbing in your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m—I’m gonna cum. Swallow it all and don’t let me see a drop anywhere else.” He grits out, guiding your head down onto him as his hips ever so slightly thrust up towards your mouth.

It takes a few more clipped moans and harsh breaths from Jeonghan before he’s cumming down your throat, cock throbbing as your own eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling. You can’t help but whimper around his cock; the wetness between your legs becoming unbearable and your knees sore from the rug underneath you.

“Ngh, shit, you’re—fucking incredible.” Jeonghan lets out a breathy laugh as he rides out his high; a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. “Guess I needed to relieve some tension, huh?” He jokes, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. You sputter and cough as the air returns to your lungs, readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position on the floor in front of him.

You open your mouth to speak but you’re quickly cut off by the phone ringing; a sadistic smile on Jeonghan’s lips when he reaches for the damned device.

“Remind me to cashapp you extra for today, yeah?”

Damn it.

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Claim : Alpha!Johnny

⇢ Synopsis: When a pack offers up you, an omega, to Johnny as a show of ‘good faith’, he knows he needs to get you out of there. The tricky part is introducing you to his all alpha pack and making it clear that he doesn’t have a claim on you and that you’re free to choose any mate you’d like. As your first heat living with Johnny looms, tensions rise. 

⇢ Pairing: alpha werewolf!Johnny x omega!reader ⇢ Genre: smut, slow burn, crack.  ⇢ Warnings: a/b/o au, abo class systems, power dynamic focus, mentions of werewolf men being creepy to omegas, arranged ‘union’, sugar daddy Johnny, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex, overstimulation, mentions of oncoming heat, mentions of masterbation, general shenanigans, size kink, big dick Johnny, virgin!reader, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 18.4k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: werewolf au, a/b/o au, alpha nct, 

a/b/o NCT masterlist can be found HERE

Your bed is cold but you can’t find the energy to do anything about it. All you can do is stare at your ceiling, words repeating over and over in your mind: today’s the day.

You’re leaving one world of confinement to enter another. However, instead of a pack knocking you down and reminding you over and over again of your inferiority as an omega, you’ll have an alpha mate doing it. And the largest alpha in his pack no less.

Your pack had said they chose him because of his size. Strong babies, strong lines they’d insisted, as if it would have anything to do with them. You doubt you’ll see any of them again seeing as your new ‘mate’ lives in the heart of the downtown of your city, whereas your pack prefers the space of a manor house on the far outskirts. Besides, do you ever really want to see your pack again?

Today at noon, as a show of good faith and unity, your pack will all but gift you to an alpha who you’ve never even met. An alpha from a pack of alphas. 

You don’t even know what that entails and you don’t want to think about what it might mean in terms of your heat. Some packs adopt a more polyamorous lifestyle, throwing omegas around like a joint at a bonfire, is this what you can expect for your life?

Burying your face in your pillows, you fear the worst.

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Set Up : Frat!Johnny

⇢ Synopsis: Johnny is never rude to anyone. which is why your four frat friends, Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark and Haechan think it’s so odd that you clash heads with the six foot Chicago native. Lucas has a secret, your friends try to play match maker, and you get sabotaged on multiple occasions, but it’s just another week at the frat

⇢ Pairing: Johnny x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: smut, comedy (honestly nothing is funnier than frat nct I’m quaking) ⇢ Warnings: frat nct, lots of shenanigans in the frat, the boys act as match makers with powerpoints, jokes about Mark having a mommy/daddy kink… MEAN Johnny, Dom!Johnny, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hand cuffs, sex without a condom (wrap it when you tap it), big boy Johnny, man handling, pet names, im not going to lie this was completely self indulgent fic- English major Johnny- mentions of Jane Austen as a date idea, Himbo Light Tower, idk…  ⇢ Word Count: 13.8k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, english major Johnny, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst. 

Frat NCT Au Masterlist HERE

The music feels amazing- or maybe it’s the shot you’d taken when you’d arrived at the frat- either way, the next best thing would naturally be; a boy. You don’t have to wait long.

Hands find your waist, and when you look down, you let out a giggle. It’s Halloween, and the guy behind you is a… tiger?- you hope to god he’s not a furry. 

You’re feeling bold. It’s the first time you’ve come out to the frat.

You’ve somehow become acquainted with a group of its members in a first year philosophy course. Mark, Haechan, Taeyong, and Doyoung, well, Haechan specifically, decided in first class that you would be their new best friend, and had continued to sit next to you every day until he made it a reality.

They’re nice guys, it feels good to have friends with frat guys who aren’t douchebags, you’ve met quite a few. There are some asshole frat boys, but you try not to think about that as you turn in your mystery man’s arms-

And come face to face with the biggest asshole frat boy of them all.

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NCT House - frat au masterlist

NCT House is one of the most well known frats on campus, not only for their cute boys, but the absolute clown-foolery that goes on within its walls.

Bellow is a list of the oneshots that fall within this au. The characters remain the same, but each fic can be read as a stand alone :)

I love this universe, so I might be adding more members of nct/wayv soon, but we will see :) 

Set Up : Frat! Johnny ↳13.8k, smut, reader insert, *enemies to lovers* ↳Synopsis: Johnny is never rude to anyone. which is why your four frat friends, Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark and Haechan think it’s so odd that you clash heads with the six foot Chicago native. Lucas has a secret, your friends try to play match maker, and you get sabotaged on multiple occasions, but it’s just another week at the frat

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-Free Rent 2-

Stray Kids + fem!reader

Warnings: gangbang, fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, voyeurism, male masturbation, spanking, double vaginal penetration, anal penetration, collaring, Daddy Chan, use of various petnames, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, slight cumplay, mention of ownership.

“Yes.”

Fuck, what had you just done?

You wanted to slap yourself for making this decision so hastily. How would you explain this to anyone you knew? Mina would probably smack you and your mom would probably ship you off to Greenland if she came to know about your soon to be living situation.

The words had come out of your mouth before you could stop them. When your brain caught up to what you had just said, you opened your mouth to say that you needed more time to think about it…however any words that you were about to say fizzled and died on your tongue as you felt someone pressing against your back.

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