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AND WITH A HORROR MOVIE???? daisy how are you figuring me out without even asking???? dbkskfdgfgh this is so hot wth and the thought of JUST INCHING HIM IN BIT BY BIT!! JUST THE TIP!! AND THE JUMPSCARE LEADING TO BOUNCING ON HIS [ROOSTER NOISES]????? daisy that's just fucking perfect. PURR-fect.

[9:47PM] Jump Scare - (j.cm)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bf!Changmin, cockwarming, mentions of dry humping, making out, groping, unprotected p in v, just the tip 😏, pet name (baby), something nasty happening with other people around. Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: based on this idea that was sent a lifetime ago. Forgot that this idea came from you too omg @snowflakewhispers HAHA Proofread once, this one was fun to write! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez

Thinking about bf!Changmin, who’s got both of you in a… well quite a compromising position while your friends are around. Now don’t worry, it’s not that any of your friends can actually see what you and Changmin are up to, it’s just a naughty little secret between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

It was an accident really, you weren’t supposed to be in this position with him at all. Changmin had invited you over to his place and at some point you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making out and grinding into each other on the couch while a movie you put on was just playing in the background.

“Just a little bit baby…” He mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Min, we have to- fuck, w-we should be watching.” You whine as you grip his hair.

“The movie can wait.” He licks a trail from your collarbone all the way to that spot beneath your earlobe. “C’mon please? Just the tip? I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay fine, just the tip alright?” You sighed in defeat.

And just like that, Changmin gets off you and sits back on the couch, patting his lap with that mischievous grin on his face. You get up to sit on him, your back pressed against his chest as you start slowly moving your hips, grinding your ass against his semi-hard bulge.

His hands play with your breasts for a bit as he leaves kisses on your neck before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. You lift your hips enough for him to pull your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side with one hand while the other holds his member, the tip rubbing in-between your wet folds and finally pushing the head inside your entrance.

“Fuck your pussy’s too greedy, practically sucking me in.” He groans as he slowly thrusts up, desperately wanting his whole length inside you right now.

“You said only the tip Min-” You breathe out.

“Just a little more promise, not all the way.” Changmin whispers in your ear as you lay back into him. He guides your hips lower, inserting more of himself inside. God you both can feel the delicious stretch of your walls hugging his member. Changmin continues to thrust slowly into you as much as he can go, holding back all his willpower to just shove it all in until-

Knock knock knock.

“Open up Changmin!” A voice from the front door shouts.

The sound startles both of you and you accidentally sink into his lap so quick almost forgetting that half of Changmin’s dick was literally inside you until you felt him go all the way in, the tip hitting that spot you love. You nearly moan out so loud but Changmin covers your mouth quickly.

“Stay still…” Changmin says to your through gritted teeth, trying to conceal the groan that was stuck in his throat when you fully sat on him. He scrambles to grab the throw blanket on the couch and covers you both while your friends start entering the apartment.

“What? Did you guys start the movie already without us?” Younghoon chuckles.

“Huh?” You both ask him simultaneously.

“It’s movie night lovebirds! Did you forget? C’mon!” Haknyeon chimes in as he plops on the couch next to the two of you. You subtly turn to Changmin with a panicked look on your face.

“Just keep quiet okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

The whole time during the movie you try your best not to squirm, but as the minutes go by that task alone becomes more difficult especially when you or Changmin adjust yourselves every now and then, the tip of his cock nudging that sweet spot in you every time.

Changmin tries to subtly pinch or hold your hips whenever he feels your walls fluttering around him or when his member twitches inside you, a sign that he is also trying his best to keep calm and not make anything obvious.

Though, while you were panicking internally, seeing you in such a state and trying your best not to elicit any erotic sound was rather amusing for Changmin. He’s never seen you like this before and it was causing a little fire burning inside him, telling him that this will definitely not be the last time he would want to do this to you.

‘Whose idea was it to watch a horror movie?’ You thought to yourself. You could never stay still with these things, which was why it was becoming harder for you to not move.

And while some of your friends were talking, some focusing on the movie, a jump scare appears on the screen. The scene and everyone’s reaction caused your body to jolt up, making you slightly bounce on Changmin’s length. You yelp, but the sound of it was almost borderline erotic that you had to quickly fake cough to hide it and play it off cooly.

You’re stuck in your own thoughts, overthinking if anyone had noticed your near slip but Changmin, amused as ever, pinches your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

“Better stay quiet baby, or else they’ll know what’s going on under this blanket.” He whispers in your ear.

But what you both didn’t know was Sangyeon was growing suspicious of the two of you since he entered the apartment.

And now with that weird sound you just made along with the fact that you haven’t left Changmin’s lap since they got there, he can’t stop thinking if whether or not what he thinks is happening under those sheets is actually happening.

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REBLOGGING LATE BUT LET'S MARK TODAY AS THE DAY THE RETURN TO SANGDADDYNIM BECAME OFFICIAL W DAISY'S HOT ASS FIC

jeussdjjdsdsfdds what the fuck im weak after reading this 🥵🥵🥵 also WDYM HE MISSES ME?? CAUSE I MISS HIM TOO!!! 😩😭😭

[11:33PM] No Thoughts, Just You - (l.sy)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bully!sangyeon, masturbation, mentions of sex, degradation, face slapping, some brattiness. It’s simp sangyeon in the house y’all, we love to see it. Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Been trying to write since my last posting but can’t seem to nowadays huhu so taking this as a way to exercise those writing muscles again, wrote this on the spot and not proofread. Realized I did not write for Sangyeon's bday so considered it my entry idc how late it is 🤪 Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Thinking about bully!Sangyeon, who lays on his bed nearing the dead of night thinking about the intimate moment you had with one another the other day.

His member aches underneath his boxers, trying not to visualize the faces you made when he was balls deep inside you. Or the way you whined and acted so bratty towards him. God when you acted that way it always made him twitch inside. There was something about getting under your skin that turned him on.

What’s even better is the fact you revealed you had dreamt about him the way he had dreamt about you (And for Sangyeon, it was a ton of dreams about you.)

He doesn't even realize his hand is slowly traveling down south, his fingers caressing his bulge before he gives it a good tug. And before you know it, he’s already starting to jerk himself off, remembering what you sounded like, how you said his name in that voice…

Remembering the way your walls stretched out for him, and just for him. How they hugged his length so perfectly like this was meant to be. How he fucked you so good he’s sure he’s molded the shape and size of his thick cock inside you, ruining it for anyone who dare tries to get you the way he did in that classroom.

The pace of his hand starts to go faster, remembering how your hips rolled on him in that chair, the way he let you have it your way even just for a moment. He would let you have your way all the time to be honest, if only you weren’t so bratty.

But who's he kidding anyway? That’s one of the things that’s got him attracted to you like a moth to a flame. Someone who doesn’t treat him like the star student all the time, someone who is able to attempt to stand up to his bullshit, someone who can put him in his place.

He slowly starts to feel himself closer to the edge, huffing and moaning as he visualizes you riding him right now and taking control of him. Whispering the most degrading things to his ear, making him feel small. God even thinking about the way you slapped his face twice was making his manhood twitch and strain even further.

“Fuck…” he moans as he continuously pumps his cock. Pre-cum slowly oozing from the top of his tip and dripping down, acting like a lubricant to help him jerk off even more.

His high hits him out of nowhere, his cum shooting out so much to the point globs of it are just coating his hand, making a mess everywhere. He wishes he was cumming inside you right now, wished he did that day instead of blowing his load on your back.

Sangyeon slowly comes down from his high and steadies his breathing. He feels so out of it right now, his mind not thinking straight. It’s like you hypnotized him or something, because he just doesn't think of anything else except you. Like you’ve placed him under a spell he can’t get out of. It was driving him insane.

He regrets not being able to take his time with you, to be able to kiss every part of you body, worshipped you with his hands, praising you like you deserve it. Wishing he could perhaps love you properly instead of the current dynamic you have. To kiss to oh so pretty lips again and again and just melt into you, that would be the dream.

After cleaning up his mess he pauses for a moment and suddenly a lightbulb idea enters his brain. He opens his phone and taps on your chat with him. He hesitates at first seeing what he typed out, but if his assumptions were right, maybe you might somewhat feel the same too. So he sends out a message he never thought he would be sending to you in a million years,

“I miss you…”

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hi dreamiee

mlt be ok with period sex in skz pls 🥺

hi angel 🥰

most

jisung — already has a towel laid on the bed for u 😻 (and ur favorite snack for after)

felix — tracks ur period; is always willing to do anything for you during that time of the month so if you need something extra from him, who is he to deny you?

chan — he thinks he remembers reading something about sex helping calm cramps so he’s game fr especially if it means helping u out

changbin — a period doesn’t stop nothing but a sentence 🫡

minho — gives u a massage to help soothe ur cramps, ends up making u cum three times

seungmin — goes crazy for dry humping, he can’t lie

hyunjin — will consider it but he’s putting on a condom

jeongin — “ur on ur period? can u still suck me off or..?”

least

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the meow meow......is vibrating.........i am not well

another little thought

A/N: Just to tide you over until I can release some real fics <3 (I'm fucking busy I think I might combust ugh and I'm so sorry I can't get my fics out on time)

Warnings: unrequited love (?), lowkey noncon, pull-out method, mentions of breeding, marking.

Network: @deoboyznet

Word Count: 517

“Please… Just this once.” 

You’ve shot down his desperate pleads more times than you can remember, but he won’t relent, getting up after each hit he takes and begging you relentlessly. 

“I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” 

Out of exasperation, you give in, cursing mentally when you watch the way his eyes light up. But, you emphasise that if he's going to be inside of you, it’ll be on your terms. 

At present, you have your cheek pressed into the mattress with your hips hiked up while he fucks into you at a pace that you had established earlier. 

The poor boy behind you is moaning louder than you are, and while they tumble from his throat out of sheer pleasure, he’s more desperate than anything. He’s grateful that you let him in at all, but god, he wants more. Needs more. 

The pace is too slow for his liking, his hands are glued to your hips despite his need to smooth them all over your body and actually feel you, and he’s trying his hardest to resist the urge to lean down and kiss you. It’s just not enough. 

“Pull out,” you demand once you feel his length twitch inside of you, and he does as you say. 

He withdraws his hips, pearl strings spilling onto your lower back and the swells of your ass, panting heavily and groaning at the sight. He won’t lie, he likes the way your skin looks when it’s splattered with his cum, but he’s disappointed that you’re simply letting it go to waste, and he quietly wishes that you would’ve invited him to spill inside of your walls. 

“Enough,” you mutter, “you can go now.” 

He doesn’t want to leave. He’s not finished with you. He’s still painfully hard, and he wants nothing more than to give you everything he’s got.

He’ll just have to take matters into his own hands. 

Before he can consider heeding your commands, his fingertips press deeper into the flesh of your hips, and shuddered breaths leave his lips as he teases his reddened tip along your folds again. Your eyes widen, and thoughts of shoving him off and chasing him out of your room vanish as soon as he sheathes himself inside of you again with a loud cry. 

Lust and desperation manifest in faster, sharper, harder thrusts, and he sets on doing everything he can to have you fall over the edge with him without hesitation, as many times as his body will allow him to. 

Moans spill from your lips with each passing moment, spurring him to push harder to keep them coming. And as your sense of control slips from your fingertips, so does his. He drapes himself over you, leaving his mark over the expanse of your neck and shoulders, and your orders for him specifically not to are now a distant memory. 

He knows this was supposed to be a one-time thing, but he can’t leave now that he’s completely addicted to you. Not until your heart beats for him the same way his beats for you.

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btw lemme know who suits this scenario best!!

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...................................bless you daisy for writing this i swear you are a god-send 😩🙏💕💗

Hi🥺 can I please have 36, 39 and 40 with Haknyeon ❤️

(A/N: now I can't get pussy drunk Hak out of my mind esp with those lips? 😵‍💫)

Drink It

Member & Prompts: Ju Haknyeon (TBZ) + 36. “Want your fingers in me.”, 39. “Tell me how you like/want/need it.”, & 40. “I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), Best Friend! Haknyeon x Fem! Reader, oral (f! receiving), squirting, fingering, overstimulation, pussy drunk!, pet name used (sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆.

You never thought you’d end up in this kind of situation, especially with your back lying against the wooden desk with your elbows propping you up and your best friend’s handsome face in-between your legs…

So how did this start again? Right.. Although you have no idea how the both of you started getting into this topic, you had confessed to your best friend that you’ve never been able to properly cum ever in your life. Either your fingers weren't enough or the guys you’ve been with were too caught up with pleasuring themselves more.

“So.. you’ve never came properly before?”

”Yes, for the last time it hasn't happened okay? No need to rub it in my face.” A moment of silence filled the room before Haknyeon spoke again.

“…Do you want me to help you?”

Were you really going to risk your friendship with him or see if he can give you exactly what you’ve been wanting?

Fuck it. -----------------------------

The room felt like it was spinning. From all the wanton moans coming out of your mouth to the ungodly slurping sounds coming from Haknyeon as he practically makes out with your pussy, you don’t know how long you can last long anymore.

This had been the third orgasm he’s given you tonight with just his mouth alone and honestly? He could go all night without giving a fuck about reaching his own high (despite his dick being incredibly rock hard right now).

He was too drunk with lust, feeling as if he’s transcended to another universe. From your angelic moans chanting his name, the way you'd try to squirm out of his grasp, how your hot core felt against his plush lips. He’s never been so pussy drunk in his whole life.

“Hak- please” you cry out, tears falling down at the corners of your eyes from his overwhelming touch. The sight of you like this would forever be engraved in his mind. He licks one fat stripe at your aching core before getting up to kiss you on the lips, making sure you taste your own arousal.

“Tell me how you want it. Let me take care of you…” he whispers in your mouth while his fingers delicately circle your clit, making your hips jolt from his electrifying touch.

“Do anything you want, I just want you-” you suddenly whine as he stops fingering your sensitive bud.

“Cmon, you know that won't do. I need you to tell me exactly what you want sweetheart.” He responds.

“W-want your fingers in me” you desperately plead. You start to grow impatient and he chuckles seeing your expression.

His two fingers immediately dive straight into your entrance without warning, making you mewl at the sudden stretch. Unlike how he was treating your pussy with his mouth, all nice and slow, he quickly increases the pace of his fingers inside you, curling and scissoring your tight hole like there's no tomorrow.

The loud squelching sounds that echo the room sound like they’re coming straight out of a porn. Your constant moaning and whining along with your fucked out face makes his dick twitch, feeling his pre-cum staining his boxers at this point.

“Fuck- I wanna taste you on my lips again.” Hakyneon repositions himself, his fingers still pumping into you as he lowered his head to meet your glistening pussy.

He looks at your core with such hunger in his eyes, as if this was the last resource on earth to keep him alive. He gives your sensitive bud a deep kiss before flicking the tip of his tongue vigorously.

With the pace he was going at and all the overwhelming touches, you didn't even notice your high rushing in unexpectedly. All you felt was a coil in your abdomen snap so hard making your legs shake from the overstimulation and practically screeching out in pleasure. You also heard Haknyeon groan really hard, as if he’d reached his own high as well.

…and he did. Your unexpected high also caught Hakyneon by surprise as your fluids came gushing out hard, squirting all over his mouth and parts of his face. The feeling was so overwhelming he came in his pants, but he was too lost in the clouds to even notice.

You pant heavily, sweating as if you’d ran a marathon. You looked up to see how Haknyeon was doing but you were met by such an erotic scene: your juices dripping from his chin and his eyes in a daze. He looks into your eyes for a moment as he catches his own breath.

“…wanna go for another round?”

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LISTEN. this. fucking. ruined me ma'am. tangena this is to tangenaaaaaaaaaaaaa miss daisy!!!! TAPOS I REMEMBER OUR CHAT LAST TIME WHERE YOU MENTIONED IT.....AUHGHG i love this fic so much 😭 every bit of it🥺😭

Goldfinger - (k.yh)

➺ Pairing: Agent 007! reader x Younghoon

➺ Summary: You left the force years ago for a good reason. But it’s that same reason why you’re back on the mission, trying to catch him once and for all… Goldfinger.

➺ Word Count: 3.6k

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem!reader, unprotected sex, choking, hate sex (if you squint), cowgirl, missionary, overstimulation, handjob, oral (m! receiving), creampies, face slapping, guns, drugs, and alcohol are mentioned, being tied up, dry humping, teasing, pet names used (baby and sweetheart), let me know if I missed anything!

➺ A/N: Very loosely based on the movie. This spy fic is not related to the other Younghoon spy fic I did! This is my entry for The 007 files by the lovely @winterchimez. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Side note: the song from this movie is my fave so it’s linked up at the end of the fic if you wanna listen!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers

You stare at the vesper martini in your hand as you slowly swirl it around, watching the liquid move inside the glass. You were sitting by the bar of this incredible mansion. You have never been to a party like this before.

Everyone was dressed to the nines in this lavish event. Everything from the Hors D'oeuvres to the entertainment screamed luxury, it was like you were invited to a party from The Great Gatsby. As you sip from your glass, you reflect back to why you’re even here to begin with…

Goldfinger.

He was your toughest case that suddenly went cold a couple of years back. To be honest, you were incredibly reluctant to take on this case again, having quit the force around the same time the case went dry and after that incident in Monaco when you nearly died because of trying to catch Goldfinger.

You almost had him that time, almost finally being able to place a face to the name since no one knew what Goldfinger looked like (and he planned on keeping it that way). Out of all the cases you’ve done, he was the one that kept you on your feet, kept your heart running a mile a minute, he somewhat made you feel alive again every time you were close to catching him.

But after the incident you vowed to never go back on the force and start a new life. And that’s what you did. Changed your name, moved to a new location, left everyone you knew in order to truly wipe out that chapter in your life. But sometimes you would catch yourself reminiscing those times, especially the Goldfinger case.

He was different from the other villains, that’s what made him interesting. You knew in your heart Goldfinger was more than just a man loaded with money. He was smart, cunning, and very strategic. In some weird and funny way when you think about it, he kind of reminds you of your own boyfriend Younghoon.

How he always kept the excitement in your relationship since the day you met, how he was the first man in your life that matched your intellect like no one had ever done before, and not to mention how much he would spoil you in many ways that he could.

He was truly one of the greatest things to happen in your life ever since you quit the force. You saw a future with him, a quiet and peaceful life, raising your own and spending your days with each other forever. It was like you were made for each other.

But there was one problem… You never revealed to him that you were once an agent.

So when your boss suddenly called you up while you were watching a movie with Younghoon, you panicked.

“Who’s that baby?” He looks over at your phone, a name he did not recognize.

“Oh! That’s Jacob, old friend of mine from when I took my masters.” You quickly respond. “Let me just take this call real quick okay?” You kiss his cheek before getting up.

“Okay, but make it quick. I miss you already.” Younghoon pouts before turning his attention back to the tv.

You slowly close the door of your shared bedroom and instantly swipe open your phone. At first, you were mad at Jacob for calling you after specifically telling him to leave you alone for good. But when he started telling you why he called and mentioned the name Goldfinger, you felt a sudden surge of adrenaline pumping within your veins.

“We have a really good lead and we’re sure to catch him this time around. It’s not like what happened in Monaco I can assure you.” Jacob says.

“It sounds really tempting…” You answer, trying to keep a hush tone so your boyfriend doesn’t hear you. “But I don’t know…”

“Just one last time 007, please? For old time’s sake?” You hear the slight desperation in Jacob’s tone.

You pause for a moment, suddenly remembering all the bad memories attached to Goldfinger. But there was little voice within you was screaming to take on the job. Not only that, but you had a sudden vision of meeting Goldfinger face to face and finally ending his mischief once and for all.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You sigh heavily.

As you reviewed the case file in your study, you couldn't help but feel off about everything. Was it really a good idea to take this case again? The case that nearly caused your death? Was it to finally close that chapter or was it just for you to relive your glory days as an agent? You shook your head, not wanting to overthink the situation and just jumped right in with what you needed to know and what you were assigned to do.

According to the case file, Goldfinger had been M.I.A the same time you had retired from the force. No one knew where he was or what he was up to until there was sudden activity popping up from the credit card you had tracked years ago.

While the items that were purchased under the credit card weren't out of the ordinary, there was one pattern that stood out to you. The items he had bought seemed to be around the area where you had lived. When you took note of the dates of purchase, you realized they were at a time when you were out with Younghoon too.

Your eyes widened. Had Goldfinger been around you all this time? So close yet so far away? Was he one of the people you sat beside in the train or passed by in your local coffee shop? Whatever it was, it felt like he was mocking you. How he still seems to be right under your nose even after all these years as well as the idea of Younghoon possibly getting into danger bothered you a lot.

It should’ve frightened you, how your past seemed to cling onto you no matter what you did, but instead made you want to catch him even more.

The motivation you once felt being on this case was alive and kicking. As with every case you got into, you knew you would have to face whatever consequences there will be.

Even if it meant leaving the love of your life behind.

“Do you really have to go?” Younghoon’s raspy voice whispered in your ear as he kissed the spot under your earlobe. His body collapsing on top of you after you two come down from your highs after an intense night of lovemaking.

“It’s a reunion with my friends from master’s school. Can’t pass it up otherwise it will take years for us to see each other again.” You breathe out heavily. Your core throbs slightly as you feel him pull out and his cum slowly spilling out of you.

“Does it really have to be so far away?” He pouts as he helps you get cleaned up with a warm hand towel.

“Paris is not THAT far.” You chuckle, sitting up to grab the water he held in his hand.

“Why don’t you take me with you? Please?” He looks at you with doe eyes. How could say no to a face like that?

“It will be quick, I promise Hoon.” You cup his face and his forehead tenderly.

“Okay.” He smiles, before reaching for your waist and swiftly pulling you on top of him. His mischievous smile already telling you what he wants as you feel his member become hard beneath you again.

“Then let’s make the most of this night baby.”

“Agent!” You snap back into reality as you hear Jacob shouting in your earpiece.

“Wha-yeah what’s up?” You ask.

“He’s here…” Your heart starts racing at those two words.

Goldfinger, finally in the same vicinity as you are. Just a few feet away from you somewhere in this mansion.

“Which one is he?” You sit up properly and adjust your dress, checking if the gun strapped to your thigh is still in place.

“The tall man by the buffet table, talking to the ambassador of Norway. He’s wearing a gold masquerade mask.”

“On it.”

You down your martini before hopping off the bar stool and placing your own mask back on. You walk around the party while you keep you eye on Goldfinger’s figure, making sure you keep a good distance from him. As soon as he walks up the grand stairs and disappears into one of the rooms in the mansion, you make your way in the crowd and follow him.

As you stealthily walk towards the room he entered, you notice the door was left slightly open, allowing you to peek inside and see what was going on. You could see the back of Goldfinger facing you as he opened and a bottle of whiskey a poured a glass for himself.

There he is, you thought to yourself. You were slightly in awe seeing his figure and surprised to find out that he was not the old fat man you thought he might be. In fact, he appeared to be around your age.

While you were lost in thought, you failed to notice a henchman coming up from behind you and smothers you with a handkerchief, instantly knocking you out with whatever drug was laced on the fabric.

You slowly wake up to the sound of classical music being played while hearing the muffled sounds of the people outside the room. As you come back to your senses, you realize you were placed lying down on the king sized bed in the suite.

At first you thought it was all a dream, until you feel your hands tied behind your back and your earpiece missing. You suddenly squirm, trying to let yourself free from the restraint until-

“Struggling will only make it worse 007.”

The deep voice making you turn your attention to the living room across. The same figure you had caught a glimpse of, drinking from his whiskey glass before getting up to saunter towards you. The aura around him was so intense you couldn’t help but just freeze and stare at Goldfinger.

As soon as he got to the foot of the bed, he gently pulls your legs towards him, making you sit at the edge while he slowly kneels in front of you.

“I must say, I didn’t expect my 007 to be woman. A pretty one at that.” Goldfinger says with a sultry tone. You know you shouldn’t have reacted that way, but when he said “my” you felt your cheeks become warm. And the way he said you were pretty even if you still had your mask on made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Keep it together agent!

“At last, we finally meet face to face after all these years.” He caresses your knees as he looks up at you.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think of your first real interaction with Goldfinger would end up like this. And it doesn’t help at the fact the more you try to see his face under the mask, you could tell that he was definitely a handsome man.

But there was definitely something about him that seemed oddly familiar, you just couldn’t name it…

“Bet you missed me too didn’t you?” You tease back. “It’s been a couple of years.”

“Oh yes I have, sweetheart.” He smirks. “Thought about you sometimes while I was on a… break.”

His hands slowly caress your thighs, goosebumps forming on your skin when you feel his hand on the exposed area of your dress. You try to hide the little gasp that comes out of your mouth but fail miserably. His smile grows wider knowing the effect he has on you.

You were so caught up staring into his eyes that you didn't even notice him getting up quick and toppling over you. His body hovers above yours as his hand places your tied wrists above your head.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me Mr. Goldfinger?” You tease him again. He lowers his head and whispers in your ear.

“Why don’t you take a guess?” His hand instantly pulls out his golden pistol and points it under your jaw. You try to free yourself as much as you can but the weight of his body holds you in place, making you suddenly scared for your life once again.

“Let me see your face 007. I want to see the face of my favorite agent before she turns into gold.”

He pulls away from you and removes the mask from your face. Not even a second at looking at your face, Goldfinger suddenly gasps and drops the gun. It looked like he saw a ghost by the way his eyes widened.

“Fuck this can’t be real.” He panics.

“What do you mea-”

Before you could even ask, he removes his own mask, finally revealing to you his own face. You both stare at each other wide eyed, hearts pumping loudly at the shocking revelation happening before you.

“…Y-younghoon?” you stutter. “Is that you?”

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you were with your friends.”

“And I thought you were back home! Oh my god-” You cover your face with your tied wrists, trying to wipe the tears forming in your eyes.

Suddenly you remember all the little things that made you feel like Younghoon was similar to Goldfinger. It was like it all flashed before you. Here you thought you were the only one keeping secrets, but it looks like your boyfriend was keeping some skeletons in the closet as well.

Younghoon runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to regain his composure, still trying to grasp at the fact the love of his life happens to be the very person out to kill him.

“What are we going to do now?” He looks at you with sadness in his eyes.

Instead of answering him, you sit up and lunge forward, making you both fall off the bed as you topple over his body this time. He struggles to get the gun near his hand, but you’re able to swat it out before he does.

You hold his neck with your hands still tied together, slowly adding pressure to his throat as he tries to pull your arms away. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You would never hurt Younghoon, not in a million years. You never told him about your life in the force to avoid anything bad happening to him. But here you were, trying to kill him.

You felt so confused on what to do. But at the back of your mind, you knew you had to get the job done. To finally put him behind bars once and for all, even if your heart would be broken in the process.

As you attempt to place more pressure on his throat, your eyes grow wide as he suddenly groans out of impulse. His cock slowly becoming erect beneath you in the position you’re both in, his bulge pressing on your panty covered core.

“Don’t do that Hoon…” You whine as you try to take control of the situation.

“I can’t help it! You look absolutely gorgeous in this dress baby.” His eyes look you up and down, making you get a bit shy.

“And the way you want to kill me right now? Holy shit it’s fucking turning me on.” Younghoon groans again, his member throbbing beneath you as he soaks up the sight in front of him.

“Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” You say.

“But don’t you like it hard?” He smirks, but you instantly slap his face with the back of your hand, trying to get him to shut up but you know it’s not working because you feel him throbbing under you again.

“Well, before you take me in agent, can I at least request for one last thing?” He proposes.

“And what would that be Mr. Goldfinger?” You raise one eyebrow.

“Want you to use me-” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry?” Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“You clearly have a lot of anger you want to let out, why not use it on me instead? One last taste of you before you send me off to the sharks.”

You felt so conflicted. You needed to stop Younghoon right now before he disappears again (or worse, even kill you) but at the same time you are just as turned on as he is….

“Fuck it.” You lunged forward and hungrily kiss him on the lips. He instantly grabs your hips and makes them roll back and forth, moaning at the way he can feel your wet core rubbing against his crotch.

You continue to roll your hips as Younghoon grabs your wrists and unties the rope holding them together. As soon as you’re set free your hands start to slip to his belt, hastily unbuckling them as you slide your hand in his pants, eager to fist his length like you’ve never done before.

Younghoon’s moans grow louder as you pump his cock in your hand, your tongue snaking its way into his mouth. His hands cup your breasts, kneading them as you both touch each other like a pair of twenty-year olds in college. You both help each other up from the floor and onto the bed, removing each other’s clothes as you continue your ministrations.

You waste no time going down on him, leaving a trail of hot kisses from his jaw until his abdomen before licking a stripe on his cock and taking the whole size in your mouth. Younghoon held your hair as you worked your mouth on him, the sounds of slurping and the way the tip would hit the back of your throat made his eyes roll back in pleasure.

You release him with a pop, giving his length a few pumps before straddling his lap and sinking down on his cock without any warning. You both moan at the stretch, but you start rolling your hips not waiting to adjust to his size.

“Baby, slow down for a moment-” He tries to grab your hips but instead you grab his wrists and pin them down against the mattress.

“Not after everything you put me through and lied about it!” You grind on his cock as hard as you can, using all the energy you have to chase your own high. Usually between the two of you, you’re the one that easily breaks. But this time around, it was Younghoon who breaks first .

“How was I supposed to know?! Fuck I think I’m gonna-” Younghoon doesn’t even have time to warn you because he’s already bursting inside you, the hardest he has ever done in his life. But you didn’t care, you were gonna ride him until he started to shake and cry under you.

“Sweetheart wait-” Younghoon starts to bite down on his bottom lip, trying not to let the feeling of his overstimulated cock affect him. But eventually he couldn’t hold it out much longer as you kept on aggressively riding his member.

Tears were falling down his eyes, he had never felt this during sex before, but seeing you angrily fuck the life out of him turned him on so much he ended up cumming inside you again as you finally reached your high.

You collapsed on top of him, panting against his neck as his cock continues to throb inside you. He was about to kiss your temple like he always did, but you suddenly pulled away from him and sat at the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you still try to grasp everything that happened.

But before you could even turn around to face him, Younghoon smothers you with a handkerchief making you fall asleep from the drug once again.

The moment you’re knocked out cold, Younghoon gets up to grab his clothes, dressing himself up before placing your clothes back on too. He adjusts the way you’re lying down on his bed, making sure you’re all comfortable before tracing his finger on your jaw. Looking at your face one last time and placing a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You wake up in your hotel room in a panic, feeling like everything that had happened was a dream. You hold your head in your hand as you feel it aching. You look around to the room and see a tray of your favorite food on a table alongside the pain medication you needed to drink.

You felt so out of it. Maybe it was a dream after all, you told yourself. As you walk over to tray and sit down, you spot a letter beside the drink. You hold it up to see what it was, but your eyes widen at the familiar gold initials at the front of the envelope.

You hastily rip out the paper to look inside the contents of the letter, slouching your back onto the chair. Your heart starts to ache from the many emotions flooding through you, especially with the words written down,

Until we meet again. -Younghoon

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Quality boyfriend pictures

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the hardest part of writing is getting the intro right

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Wonwoo’s long hair makes me wanna sit on his dick while I braid it

it’s all fun and games until he falls asleep bc you’re playing with his hair

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thats cos you're my soul-sister 🥺💖🌺💜 ksksksk your seggsy brain + my deranged brain = hot genius kskdks

let it be known that both @momhwa-agenda and I both posted a timestamp kind of fic around the same time without telling each other 🤪 we are the same person me thinks

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eyoo this was FLAMING HOT daisy i dont know how you do it 😩💖 fukcing incredible. we need to see more of this jacob be a horny ANIMAL

[12:43AM] All to Myself - (jc.b)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), newlywed!Jacob, fem!reader, unprotected sex, breeding, creampies, mentions of multiple orgasms (fingering and oral), drunk sex (if you squint), slight dry humping, a lil manhandling, some good ol’ cock rubbing, lots of kisses, “sweetheart” used. Word Count: 0.8K

A/N: Happiest birthday to the lovely @jasminexox5, don’t think I didn’t forget about writing a bday fic for you hehe thank you for our friendship and hope you had a good day! This one’s short this time around but hope you still like it 🥺 been having trouble writing again but this is a good start I think! Proofread once, also tagging @deoboyznet

(p.s. this is a short fic based on a blurb mentioned in this Jacob fic. iykyk 😘)

Thinking about newlywed!Jacob, who stumbles into your hotel suite while attempting to carry you with all his might and whatever’s left of his rational brain. Both of you had been exhausted from all the festivities your wedding day had to offer.

Everything had gone beyond perfect, but as much as he wanted the celebration to never end Jacob could not wait to have you alone all to himself.

Sure you’ve had your fair share of intimate moments together as you were dating, but to finally be able to call you his and to fully love you the way he wanted to… That’s all he could ever think of as soon as he woke up this morning.

He still couldn’t believe that he was finally married to you. Truth be told, he had been wanting to marry you since the day he laid his eyes on you. You were already the prettiest girl in the room, but the moment he truly got to know you, that’s when he knew you were it for him.

You both giggle nonstop from all the champagne you drank running through your system, barely making it to your suite without nearly falling on each other. Both your minds were drifting into a state where you could only think of nothing but your inner desires for one another as you hurried your way back to the suite.

As soon as Jacob sets you down and closes the door he has your whole body instantly pinned against the hard surface. His lips pressing onto the column of your throat, kissing every space he could like it was his last.

Jacob’s kisses were messy, hot, sweet and dirty at the same time and it was making you incredibly delirious. His hands were everywhere trying to grab all the softest parts of your body while your fingers ran through his hair, grinding himself on your thigh as you elicit the softest but incredibly erotic moans known to man.

“Finally get to call you mine.” Jacob whispers as his hands snake behind you to unzip your dress, kissing your shoulder as the straps start to fall.

As soon as Jacob saw you wearing this gorgeous dress at the reception, he had to pull all his willpower just to keep it together. You were so beautiful in your wedding dress, a literal goddess walking down the aisle. But this? He felt himself throb beneath his slacks. He couldn’t wait to get you out of this dress and have his way with you as soon as you were finally alone together.

A trail of clothes were starting to form from the front door to the king sized bed, both of you eager to strip down and just bask in each other’s love. Jacob was like a mad man, you’ve never seen him this feral over you before. And it was getting you wetter by the second.

Jacob doesn’t waste any moment with you under him. Kissing every inch of your skin from top to bottom, praising you like it was something he was born to do, making you chant his name as he touched you like he never had before. Leaving you absolutely breathless after god knows how many orgasms he’s given you tonight from his mouth and fingers alone.

You feel his manhood slipping in and out between your folds as he kisses you passionately, mumbling incoherent words against your lips as his hands gently knead your breasts.

“What did you say?” You pant as he kisses that spot you love below your ear.

“Wanna put a baby in you so bad…” he slurs.

“Fuck Jacob… Please” You grab his hair tight, making him groan as you feel his cock twitch between your folds. Your moans gradually increasing as you feel the tip nudge your sensitive bud over and over again.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up sweetheart? Fill you up so good ‘til your belly swells up? Hm?” His hot mouth presses against your ear as his fingers pinch your nipples in the process.

The thought of him breeding you and getting you pregnant does nothing but short circuit your brain, leaving any coherent words fading at the back of your mind, making you elicit a very desperate “uh-huh” instead.

You squeal as you suddenly feel him manhandle you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, hooking his arms under your knees to lock you into position, and instantly folding you into a mating press as his mushroom head eagerly inserts inside your wet entrance. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you both moan from his length slowly fill your entire hole all the way to the base of his cock.

He looks into your eyes lustfully, pulling his length out and slamming it back into you with one thrust, “Good, because I’m gonna keep fucking my cum into you no matter how long it takes.”

And boy did he keep his promise…

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[12:34 AM] Juyeon

A/N: I think about Juyeon's "my baby" audio so much and damn I think about him saying that against my-🔫😵🤪

“Mmm, my baby” Juyeon murmurs on your skin. He proceeds to pinch your pussy lips with his mouth, then probes his tongue in your wet hole. You moan uncontrollably from the way his tongue moves around in your cunt and the squelching sounds of your wet pussy. The amount of slurping noises that Juyeon was adding as he ate you out was driving you mad. You were whining and your thighs were shaking. Though Juyeon was skilled in making you experience explosive orgasms, the build-up to it was just as good, sometimes you didn’t mind it when he took his time lapping at your arousal. It was enough to make your body writhe, you wanted to prolong the delicious state of bliss.

Juyeon gives one last kiss to your pussy before he adjusts himself to hover over you. He doesn’t even have to ask you to open your mouth, as you slowly stick your tongue out like his precious obedient slut. Pleased, Juyeon opens his mouth dripping with your juices mixed in his saliva, letting it fall down your mouth before he tongue fucks your mouth.

The kiss is messy but passionate. You envelope him in your arms as he leans into the kiss, grinding his hard cock over your wet cunt. You hug him closer, sucking his tongue while your hand reaches down between your bodies to put his cock inside you.

You were so fucking wet that he pushes himself inside you with ease. As he slowly thrusts in you, Juyeon's heart swells at the sight of your flushed face. He showers your face with kisses, moving down to your neck and chest, holding you as if you were the most incredible being in this world.

You reach your hand up to tug on his hair, pulling him back to a kiss. You feel completely fucked out, lost in the sensation you don’t even tell him that you’re coming. It’s when Juyeon feels the rush of your liquids against his cock, he excitedly pulls out and faces your pussy, opening his mouth to catch your arousal when you squirt uncontrollably. You let out a shriek and grip the bedsheets once you feel his mouth lapping at your juices. It’s as if you were struck with a strong current, when you felt Juyeon part your pussy lips with just his tongue, so he could lick your wet pussy. "Fuck, I love you so much" he whispers in between licks and kisses "You're my girl. I love you, and your pussy. I could eat you out all day"

hey @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez @daisyvisions (yes you i will never forget that discussion we had about this audio daisy dear)

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queen is at it again 😩🥵 we are so spoiled and i love it

another thought.

“Umph.”

You don’t know how long you can hold out for. 

You’re trying to suppress the burn in your thighs, you’re in agony from trying to rush air into your lungs, and you’re constantly blinking tears away while you impale yourself on an impressive length. 

He’s laid back, letting his eyes feast on the flushed, blemished skin of your body, and his strong hands keep you anchored to his lap. “Getting tired sweetheart?” he quips.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you shake your head, crying out and continuing to grind your hips against his. His grip on your waist tightens in a reminder that you’re nowhere near done, and you can only whine and send yourself into overdrive. 

Another presence looms behind you, snaking one hand around the column of your neck and the other down to rub your bundle of nerves at a torturous pace. Now, it’s harder to breathe, and sanity slips through your fingers as you feel his bare cock press heavily into your lower back.

He leans down, tugging your earlobe between his teeth before sending shivers down your spine with a harsh whisper, “Make him come, Babydoll. But don’t give in just yet- you’re taking me next.”

taglist: @daisyvisions @honeyrecommends @momhwa-agenda @winterchimez click here to join <3

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this....this was...uh....bestie wtf 😭🥵 i love this dynamic so much. conniving little bitches who fuck? and are ride-or-die for each other??? AND YOU ADD A BREEDING KINK TO THE MIX!!?!? thats my type right there 😩 and then the dialogue about hyunjae vowing to care of his wife and their children?? jesus i [splash splash]. babe this is perfect.

Acts of Service

Pairing: Mafia boss Hyunjae x mob wife reader

Synopsis: Behind every powerful man is a much more powerful woman, and tonight, Hyunjae wants to make sure that you’re treated as such. 

Warnings:  profanities, Hyunjae is referred to as Jaehyun, mentions of violence, mention of guns, mentions of a knife, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, blood (don’t worry, it’s someone else’s), oral sex (f! receiving), one spank, fingering, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, wall sex, marking, hair-pulling (m! receiving), they end up doing it on the floor too because they’re sick and fucking twisted. 

Word Count: 4.4k

Network(s): @deoboyznet

A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. Also, if I failed to mention any other content warnings, please let me know!!

“Welcome home, sir.”

Jaehyun nods curtly at the butler as the doors shut behind him, taking quick strides through the mansion and paying no mind to the way the rest of the staff disperse with their heads lowered. He shrugs his coat off, handing it to a maid in the foyer before making his way up the stairs, and he wonders if he’ll be sleeping alone again tonight. 

While he meticulously oversaw the day-to-day operations of his men, it was just about impossible to keep tabs on you- his own wife. Because, unlike other mob wives who anxiously paced about in their homes and waited on their husbands’ return, you craved risk and you’d do anything to have your fun and get the things you want. 

Sometimes, you’d just disappear, setting off on some mission without so much as leaving a note about where you’re headed, what you plan to do, or how long you’ll be gone. Such events would normally have other domineering mafia heads enraged at their wives’ refusal to be controlled. But before Jaehyun could panic and send his men out to find you, he’d suddenly receive news that the man he’d been after for weeks had been dragged out of hiding, and that he was paid what he was owed. Then, you’d be back in his arms without a scratch, with a look of love and adoration replacing the bloodlust in your eyes while the both of you took your time to express how much you missed each other in a way that made you feel filthier than the business you tended to. 

Jaehyun has never been too bothered by your little adventures- no matter how long you were gone for, you’d always come back to him- but that didn’t mean that he didn’t long to have you by his side. 

He reaches the top of the stairs, thinking of heading towards your shared bedroom but he halts just as he passes the doors to his study, his gut telling him that the room wasn’t empty. His staff knew better than to go about snooping in his sacred space, too fearful to even find out what the consequences might be if they dared. Jaehyun turns on his heel, briefly pressing his ear against the door before drawing his pistol from its holster. 

The man cocks his gun, resting a finger on the trigger, and not sparing a moment, he bursts through the doors. He raises the pistol, ready to fire at his intruder, but the bullet doesn’t leave the barrel and his grip loosens as soon as he takes in the sight before him. 

Across the room, you’re slouched in his chair, legs stretched out with your heel-clad feet rested on his desk while you swirl a glass of scotch in your hand. He notices that you’re bedazzled in some of your finer jewellery and draped in the burgundy satin gown he had tailored for you about a month ago, the high slit revealing the weapon strapped to your upper thigh, and Jaehyun thinks that you look far too divine to be doing the things you do.

“Drop the gun, babe,” you purr, “it’s only me.”

His heart skips a beat as he lowers his weapon, likening you to a queen awaiting the arrival of her king, and he locks the door behind him. Alone, at last.  

You rise from your seat, rounding the desk and sauntering towards him, the scotch still swirling within the glass in your hand. 

“Welcome home.” 

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he sighs with a look of adoration etched on his face.  

He strides towards you, cupping the side of your face and smirking as he thumbs over the dried blood on your cheekbone. Truly loving men would usually fret over seeing bloodstains on the faces of their wives, but Jaehyun isn’t worried. He knows that the blood on your face isn’t yours. 

“Well, if it isn’t my pretty wife in the flesh,” he mutters, snaking an arm around your waist and tugging you towards him, “what kind of trouble did you stir up while you were away, my lady?”

You raise your glass to his lips and watch as he takes a swig of the amber liquid while you set his pistol on the mantle beside you, proceeding to fiddle with his unbuttoned collar. Setting the glass aside as well, you hook your finger into his collar to pull him in a little, planting a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Crashed a gala and had a little chat with what’s his name- Yoojung? Anyway, he’ll have your shipment in by the end of the week. I was a little more forgiving with this one.” 

He takes your hand into his, wiping the blood off the emerald on your finger before lifting your hand to his lips and planting a kiss on your knuckles in appreciation. “You didn’t have to do that- I would’ve dealt with him myself.” 

“Oh please,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “you know for a fact that I’m far better at your job than you are.” 

You giggle when he nips at the shell of your ear in warning, and you gasp when he lands a playful smack on the swell of your ass before grasping the flesh through the satin. “Little minx.”

You press your chest up against his, delighting in the way he tries to suppress a groan. “I know you’ll admit it one day,” you quip, slinking your arms around Jaehyun’s neck. “Besides, whether you ask or not, I’d do anything for you, my love.”

He presses you against the mahogany desk, searing his lips into the juncture of your neck and shoulder before he kneels at your feet. “Anything?” he asks.

You reply with a hum as Jaehyun slides his hand up your calf, resting his hand on the back of your knee while the fingers of his other hand toy with the straps of your heels, undoing the clasps and guiding you to step out of them. “If I asked you to kill one of my men with your bare hands, would you do it?”

It’s a request that might be far too grotesque for others to comprehend, but you peer down at your husband and reply, your voice confident and unwavering. “You know that I would.”

He trails his fingertips over the exposed skin of your thigh, unstrapping your holster and removing your revolver. “If I asked you to confront our most dangerous enemies unarmed, would you do it?” He slides his hand to your inner thigh and squeezes gently, and you gasp softly, giggling before you respond. “Without question.”

He stands, grabbing the back of your thighs, hoisting you onto his desk and moves to stand between your parted legs, crashing his lips against yours, making sure to take your bottom lip between his teeth just the way you like. “And,” he adds in a hushed, more serious tone, resting his hand on your belly and looking into your eyes with brewing desperation and desire, “if I asked you to carry the future of this family, would you?

Anxiety begins to creep in as he waits for your reply. He knows how much you would hate having to conform to societal expectations. As powerful as he was, Jaehyun would never force you to retire your devious ways, but deep down, he hopes that you share the same desire.   

You sigh dreamily, tilting your husband’s chin towards you with a manicured finger and leaning forward to whisper into his ear, “Oh, honey… You know that I absolutely will.” 

A low growl rumbles in Jaehyun’s chest as he grabs your chin and twists your head towards him, locking his lips with yours in a ferocious kiss. He slips the straps of your dress over your shoulders and the cowl neck sinks to reveal more of your chest, inviting Jaehyun to mark the skin with blemishes which rivalled the crimson liquid splattered on your skin, and his grip on you tightens when he realises that you had decided to go braless while toying with your latest victim.  

“My pretty wife just loves playing dirty, huh?” he rasps, littering your chest with his mark and holding you tighter against him. 

“You love it, though,” you gasp, and Jaehyun can hardly object.  

He kneels again, spreading your legs further apart and pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way. He leans back on his heels, inhaling sharply and his mouth waters at the sight of the drenched lace between your thighs. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade, and you watch with bated breath as he glides the knife along your skin and twists it under the waistband of your underwear, cutting through the thin material. Once he tears the flimsy fabric off and tosses his blade aside, Jaehyun lets out a groan at the sight of your exposed folds, spreading your lower lips with his thumbs and cursing under his breath. 

He shoots you a final look, his eyes darkened with hunger and lust. “Just as you’d do anything for me,” he breathes, inching closer to your dripping core and keeping his eyes on yours, “I’d do everything for you.”

With that, Jaehyun dives into your heat, dragging his tongue over the entirety of your core and your back arches instantly, the mind-numbing pleasure already in effect. 

No matter how gentle or rough he sets out to be, Jaehyun always finds a way to make it messy- he’s alternating between kitten licks on your clit and fucking you open with his tongue as if he’d been starved for days- and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Soon enough, his study is filled with sounds of panting, soft moans, and the obscene sounds of him getting drunk on your taste. 

“So sweet,” he moans, and you can only mewl in response. 

His fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs, leaving handprints in his wake and he pushes himself harder against you, lapping at your cunt with more fervour and nudging your swollen clit with the tip of his nose, humming into your cunt when he feels you going insane above him.  

You rest your weight back on your elbows, your hooded eyes focused on the sight of your husband losing himself between your thighs and you reach an arm out to tangle your fingers in the strands of his hair. He groans into your cunt when you lightly tug at his roots, opting to suck your clit between his lips and bring two of his fingers to your entrance. He teases your folds with his fingertips, coating them in your fluids before sliding them into you, moaning into you without restraint when your walls welcome his fingers with a squeeze. The vibrations against your clit have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your thighs quivering around your husband’s head. 

“Don’t stop, honey…” you keen, and letting you down is the last thing that Jaehyun would ever want to do. 

The way he’s sucking your bundle of nerves and  working his fingers into you has you speeding towards your high- he’s pushing them in til they’re knuckle-deep, dragging wonderfully along your walls, and your breathing gets more rapid when he adds a third and starts to curl them upwards, and it’s more than enough to have his name leaving your lips in a shrill cry as you spill onto his tongue and fingers. 

Nearly breathless, you try to recover from the pleasure but it keeps coming, and with the way Jaehyun grips your hip with his spare hand to anchor you to his torment, you know that it’s not ending anytime soon. Not that it’s a problem, though, because you’re always ready for anything that your husband has in store for you. 

“Again, my pretty wife.”

Quiet moans of satisfaction turn into desperate and uncontrollable cries, and you’re struggling to keep yourself spread open as Jaehyun devours you. Keeping a hand tangled in Jaehyun’s hair, you reach an arm over your head, clinging to the edge of the desk for dear life as the knot in your stomach tightens further, your vision blurred by the tears collecting on your lashes  

He takes your left hand from his hair, intertwining his fingers with yours and thumbing over your ring, and your heart swells at the act of intimacy amidst his attempts to make you weak for him. 

Jaehyun’s aching, his cock is straining against the confines of his slacks, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re like this- so sweet, so alluring, and so diabolically sexy. Enveloping your clit in his lips again, he continues to suckle at the swollen bud, the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you intensifies, and he relishes in the constant stream of high-pitched whines tumbling from your parted lips. 

With a final thrust of his fingers against the spot that had your toes curling, a shout rips from your throat, your thighs spasm and tears begin to fall freely from the corners of your eyes. Jaehyun doesn’t pull away yet- he helps you ride out your high and it’s so difficult to pull away from you when he’s addicted to your taste and it feels like your tight little cunt won’t let his fingers leave. 

He laves at the traces of your second orgasm, planting a final kiss to the fleshy pearl between your folds before he gets on his feet, rushing to get air back into his lungs while his tongue pokes out to lick at the essence on the corners of his mouth. 

You sit up, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt once more and you pull him in to have his lips collide with yours, not caring that you can taste yourself on his tongue. 

“You’re shaking,” he remarks. He shudders when you peck the corner of his mouth and whisper, “ ‘cause you’re the only one I’ll ever be weak for.”

Jaehyun doesn’t want to pull away, but he has to. Taking a step back, Jaehyun tears his shirt off, maintaining eye contact with you as he bites his lip and undoes the buckle of his belt. The warm lighting makes his body even more tempting, and you can’t help but lean forward and reach out to slide your left hand over his defined abs. He shivers at the sensation of the cool metal of your wedding ring against his skin and lets out a breathless moan. “Don’t tease me, my darling.”

He pulls his cock from the constraints of his briefs and slacks, letting it slap against his stomach and your mouth waters at the sight of it.    

His eyes feast upon your form, feeling his arousal grow tenfold at how debauched you look in your ruined satin, the diamonds he gifted you, and the blemishes on your throat and chest.  

Laying a hand on the small of your back and cradling the back of your head with the other, he lays you fully onto his desk, sweeping some objects out of the way and he pays no mind to the way they clatter and make a mess on the floor. He’s fully leaning over you now, swallowing your whimpers as he teases your dripping folds with the throbbing  head of his cock. 

His hand leaves your waist and he grabs the back of your knee, pushing your leg up and letting it rest on his shoulder. Lining himself with your folds, his eyes burn into yours, taking in the way they widen briefly before scrunching completely shut in pleasure when he sheathes the reddened tip within you, pushing in until there’s no room for him to move. 

With shaky breaths, he pulls back until it’s only the tip that’s buried within you. “Ready, my darling?” he rasps. 

You reach your hands out, sliding them over his pectorals before resting them on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin slightly. “Always.”

With that, his hips surge forward, sheathing the remainder of his impressive length within you, the sound of skin slapping drowned out by the guttural moans that tear from the both of you. 

“Fuck… S-Shit…” 

At first, Jaehyun thinks about taking it slow- taking his time with you as he fills you up with his seed and tethering you to him forever- but the moment he locks eyes with your desperate, lust-filled ones, he abandons all composure. He starts off strong, hungry eyes trained on the way your blemished breasts bounce with each frenzied thrust, panting as he willingly lets his cock suffocate within the tight walls of your cunt. 

“Missed you so much… this cunt… this body… this beautiful face… that sinful mind of yours- oh god…” 

Your husband buries his face into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the skin and nipping at your collarbones. 

“Need you with me… always…” 

He drives his cock into you with heightened ferocity, dead set on filling you up as if he’d never get another chance. He relishes in the way you claw into the skin of his shoulders and rake them down his back, and he can’t help but let out a loud groan. “Not holding back tonight, I see,” you tease, barely managing to utter your words between your moans, “trying to let the entire world know that they’re about to have more problems to deal with?” 

“Love- fuck… love how wicked you are for me…” he grunts, “need to fill you with our kids…” He gets more desperate by the second, gripping the satin of your dress and tearing it at the seams, and Jaehyun watches as the fabric slides off your skin and reveals your naked, debauched form. 

“I long for nothing else, Jaehyun,” you whine, hooking your other leg around his waist and pulling him closer. 

“Oh, is that right, little minx?” he coos, his thumb wiping at the sweat gathering on your temple and swiping it over the dried blood on your cheek, “wanna be a mommy?” A particularly sharp thrust makes you gasp and tighten your grip on his shoulders, then you let out a dazed hum in response. “Mhm…”

“But how would you go running around and having your fun, babe? Paying our enemies surprise visits, leaving them battered and bruised… they won’t let that slide so easily- can’t have anyone going after what’s ours, no? Won’t you miss it?”

A laugh rips from your throat, and you crane your neck to tug at the shell of his ear with your teeth and whisper, “we’ll just have to leave it to the boys to get their act together while we teach the little ones to be just as wicked as their mommy- we need more diabolical minds like mine in the world, don’t you think?”

You hear him snarl as his thrusts come to an abrupt halt. He grabs your ankles, yanking you to him, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Jaehyun reaches down to grip your ass with both hands and lift you off his desk, proceeding to carry you away and pin you against the wall, allowing no time to waste as he resumes his lethal thrusts. When you lock your ankles behind his back and clench around him sporadically, your husband curses loudly, resisting the urge to let his hips falter while his head falls forward to litter more of his searing kisses all over your chest.The new position is so incredibly vulgar, and with the way he’s trying to split you into two, you could collapse in his arms right there and then.  

“Fuck… gonna give you everything…”

You don’t mind the burning stretch in your thighs or the uncomfortable friction between your bare back and the panelling of the wall, too focused on the way your husband fills you completely with each buck of his hips. He fills you up so well and there’s absolutely no way the crown of his shaft isn’t kissing your cervix. 

Groans and cries resound throughout the room with every slam of his hips against yours, and his gaze on you intensifies along with his urgent need to care for you and give you everything he’s got and secure the future that he wants for the both of you. 

“Take me… take all of me… fuck!” 

Your third orgasm of the evening rocks through you, and the sporadic clenching of your walls on his cock sends Jaehyun reeling from his own high. Jaehyun’s hips stutter forward, pressing flush against yours while you mewl and cling to him as the both of you fall over the edge together. Your head falls forward against his shoulder while he keeps you pinned to the wall and spills his cum into you. 

You’re clenching around him so tightly that he feels it’s almost impossible to move, and it’s taking everything in him to not sink to his knees right there and then, but he knows that he’s far from finished. Despite what he’s subjecting you to tonight, Jaehyun has no intention of stopping until he’s sure that he’s put his heir inside of you. 

“Can’t let you go just yet, little minx.”

Still pulsing within you, he begins to build his momentum again, thrusting shallowly before burying himself to the hilt at a pace that consumes your mind far too quickly. You feel a little lightheaded, but you’ll never get enough of your husband’s cock. But luckily for you, Jaehyun is just as insatiable. Besides, if you were going to do anything for the head of the mafia, you had to be thorough. 

He fucks you with renewed determination, grunts and growls escaping through gritted teeth as he pushes himself to fuck you full. Your husband holds you tighter, moving away from the wall and keeping you in his arms with surprising strength as he drills into you. 

Your moans are on the verge of bleeding into screams as it gets even tougher to cope with the overwhelming pleasure, but you continue to cling to him and uncontrollably grind against him. 

“Mm- shit… ‘m not gonna last like this,” he grunts, ceasing the movement of his hips and holding you tight. 

He wraps his arms around you securely, kneeling to the floor and laying you down onto the persian rug with his throbbing length still buried inside of you, then he throws your legs over his shoulders and leans down to capture your swollen lips in yet another passionate kiss. When Jaehyun pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. Despite how dazed and fucked out you are, you blink your tears away, and you don’t fail to focus your eyes on his.  

When he catches his breath, he plants his hands into the carpet on either side of your head, drawing his hips back and pushing forward to resume driving you past the point of insanity and reaching impossibly deep within you. He’s locked, loaded, and ready to shoot his seed into you once again. 

The idea of carrying something so fragile should scare you, nonetheless, it excites you. Your heart beats much harder knowing how much Jaehyun trusts you, along with his ever-growing desire to have you tied to him till the end of your days. You think to yourself that of all the missions you have set out on for your husband, this might be the most important one yet, and you swear that you’ll accomplish it, no matter how many tries it takes. 

Reaching for him, you trap him within your embrace, raising a hand to tilt his chin up to face you and stare straight into his eyes, knowing he’ll tell you everything you need to hear.   

“Wanna put your heirs inside of me?” you gasp. 

“Desperately.” He hisses. 

With a hum, your hands snake from his shoulders and your fingers thread themselves in his hair again. “You’ll protect them?” 

“With everything I am,” he strains, emphasising his words with sharp drops of his hips against yours, and the sound of your skin slapping is almost dizzying. 

“Would you kill for them?” you add, pulling at the roots of his hair and delighting in the way he groans. 

“If it’s the last thing I do,” he rasps, and you lean in to ghost your lips over the skin of his neck. 

“Would you sacrifice everything for them if you had to?”

“For them… for you… I will… You know I fucking will- oh!” 

Skilled hips slam into yours one last time, hard, deep, and the both of you hang on to each other so tightly as the final onslaught of pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave. Your entire body spasms, every single nerve set ablaze, and flashes of white dance beneath your eyelids. The intensity of his climax makes Jaehyun’s seed come in currents, and he stays pressed inside of you, unwilling to let any of his seed spill out and go to waste. 

Still sheathed within your ruined walls, Jaehyun recovers from his high, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving gentle pecks as he guides you from your climax. He relaxes against you, laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat as it slows and sighing at the fact that he’s the only person that your heart will beat for, with the exception of others who have yet to arrive. 

“Take me to bed, love,” you murmur, your lashes fluttering as you give into exhaustion. 

“Anything for you, my queen,” he whispers. He lifts himself off of you, gathering you in his arms, rising to his feet and heading out of his study and into the deserted hallway. 

As he carries you to your shared bedroom, Jaehyun peers at you with sheer admiration and affection. Tonight, you’ve shown him just how far you’re willing to go for him, and soon enough, proof of your devotion to each other will grow right before his eyes. 

He won’t lie, he’s fearful of what the future might bring, but it’s not a problem when you’re here with him to figure it out together. 

And for as long as you place your trust in him so fearlessly, he’s more than ready to go above and beyond to give you the world and more.

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Twisted Love | 하나 (chp. 1)

SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.

PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: frat parties whoopie 🤠, alcohol consumption, Sangyeon is such a flirt dear god, petnames (sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby), reader gets drunk, kissing, oral (reader receiving), Sangyeon's goddamn tongue 😮‍💨, foreplay, cum tasting (Sangyeon forces reader to 😃), size kink, readers loses their virginity to Sangyeon, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be careful irl folks), cursing, multiple orgasms

WORD COUNT: 3,535

A/N: and so the chaos begins 😈 shoutout to both @sungbeam @momhwa-agenda for beta reading this for me!! 💗

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The loud, blaring music was the only thing that resonated within your eardrums as you tried your best to navigate the fraternity house with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea in your hand. It didn’t help that the entire venue was dimly lit and crowded, no matter which corner you tried to escape to. 

It was the day right before the new semester started, and your roommate convinced you to join the frat party hosted by the co-ed sorority house just down the block from your apartment. To commemorate both of you finishing up your first year and venturing into the next, your roommate decided it was about time you both stepped out of your comfort zone and had a little fun before hell started the following day. 

There was a problem, though: you weren’t much of a party scene type of girl. Sure, you drink a little bit occasionally, but frat parties were definitely out of the question. On the other hand, your roommate often heads down to the local bars every weekend to get wasted and return home during the wee hours of the day. If only you both didn’t have 8 am classes every single day (because, well, being a law student sucked), you were pretty sure that your roommate would’ve gone out every single night if she could. 

But it was totally fine with you, though—you are both still good friends, so you often just turn a blind eye to her drinking habits. In fact, sometimes, she was the perfect friend to go to whenever you needed drinking advice; she was the one who broke you out of your shell and ventured into the whole new world of alcohol consumption anyway. 

Thanks to her, she managed to drag you out of the house and attend this frat party with her because you promised to spend more time with her after finals were over after turning down multiple of her offers during the previous semester. Now, there was no escape for you since you were free from studies, and your part-time job didn’t really need your assistance until several weeks later; you had no choice but to give in. 

You were constantly linking your arms with her wherever you went, staying close to her at all times because, quite frankly, you struggled with social anxiety. But as long as you were close to your roommate, everything would be much more bearable than it was.

However, at some point, you unintentionally slipped your arms off her, and she probably didn’t notice either, as she blended into the crowd of strangers fairly well. Now, you were just standing in the middle of the room, groups of people constantly walking past you. Immediately, you started to panic—the alcohol in your system was also giving you a hard time as you tried your best to look for your friend since you were slowly starting to get tipsy. 

But you were determined that you needed to reunite with your roommate no matter what, so you tried your best to push through the crowd with the glass of cocktail in hand, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far away and that you would be able to find her as soon as you could. 

That was until you unintentionally bumped into someone, and the alcohol in your system was once again slowly disrupting your senses. As you try your best to squint your eyes and look up to who it is, you are greeted by a somewhat built tall man leaning down to your eye level, trying to start a little conversation with you.

“Hey, are you lost, pretty little thing?” 

You were met by a tall black-haired male, about 176cm tall, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand as he began looking at you from top to bottom. Even when you were tipsy, you could clearly examine his well-built body and how good he looked. You had no idea such good-looking students resided in the sorority house. 

“O-Oh, yeah…I mean no…I’m supposed to look for my friend…” 

“Hmm, what does she look like? Perhaps I could help you find her?”

“Oh no! It’s okay; I can handle it myself—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you began losing your balance. You were about to stumble to the ground until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from actually having that impact. 

God, this is why you hated alcohol. 

“I don’t think you’re in a very good state to go hunting for your friend, sweetheart. Let’s go get some water from the pantry,” the male insisted, and he began guiding you all the way to the kitchen, which wasn’t located too far from where you were standing. He immediately made you sit on one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. He quickly fetched warm water in a glass and handed it to you. 

At this point, your subconsciousness was slowly fading away, and you were still holding onto your cocktail, not wanting to let it go. In return, the male himself had to help unwrap your fingers surrounding the glass of alcohol and place it far away from you. Once he did so, he gently placed the glass of water in your hands, guiding you to drink it while you began whining like a baby.

“I don’t wanna~ Give me back my cocktail~” You slurred. 

“I’d like to think you’ve had enough alcohol for the night, princess. You’re going to blackout soon if you take another sip of that,” the male replied while he was slowly trying to push your arms down from trying to take the alcoholic beverage located on the dining table. 

“Who are you to tell me what to do~ You don’t even know me~” You whined, slowly getting slightly annoyed with everything. 

“I am certainly gentlemen enough to step in and stop a stranger from doing something they might regret later on,” he insisted. 

“No, no, no! I don’t like it! Give it back to me!” You were starting to raise your voice a little, but it wasn’t loud enough to cause a commotion; well, technically, this was a frat party where loud music was just blasting all over the entire house. 

But the male wasn’t going to back off so easily. “Princess, please stop it; you’re not going to last—” 

The next thing that happens is you dive into his embrace and seal your lips with his. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and began kissing him messily, devouring the hints of whiskey that were left on his lips. The male himself was initially taken aback; his eyes widened, and he did not know what to do. Yet, you were devouring him hungrily, and you eventually tried slipping your tongue into his mouth, and that was when he knew he was fucked. 

In response, he kissed you back aggressively, tilting his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. And boy, did he enjoy the little hints of cocktail left behind on your lips. If this is what you have always heard about your roommate telling you how making out when you’re drunk looks and feels like, it definitely exceeded your expectations. You were on cloud nine, the tension and lust in the air being all prominent, causing you to crave for more. 

Suddenly, your hands slowly creep up on his built chest, touching them as if it were something all brand new to you. How rock solid it felt, and how badly you wanted to lift his shirt actually to feel it bare— 

“Sweetheart,” he panted. 

“Y-Yeah?” You asked, all while still kissing the male aggressively. 

“Do you wanna see what’s underneath?” 

“Hell, yes, I fucking do.” 

He smirked in between the kisses. “Well then, let’s take this somewhere else, shall we? Somewhere more private and where we will be having loads of fun together.” 

You couldn’t remember exactly how you ended up in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs in the sorority house. All you remembered briefly was how he picked you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around him all while he took you upstairs, lips still intact with one another. 

The next thing that happened was that you were lying flat on the bed, your pants were completely stripped off from you and tossed on the ground, and the male himself was situated in between your thighs, slowly leaving trails of kisses all the way close to your cunt. 

As soon as he reached your underwear, he began rubbing it slowly and gently, causing you to elicit a moan as you arched your back from that sensation. He knew what he was doing, and it felt so good. 

“H-Hey…can you…uughh…can you kiss m-my…” 

“You want me to eat you out?” Well, that was pretty straightforward.

“Hnngh…yeah…please…” you begged. 

“Only if you call my name, sweetheart. It’s Sangyeon.” 

“S-Sangyeon…please…” 

If only you knew how pretty his name sounded coming out of your mouth, oh god, how badly he wanted to give you whatever you asked for. 

“Now that’s a good girl,” he smirked as he pulled your underwear down and tossed it straight towards the ground; the cold air that was hitting your now wet spot suddenly sent a little wave of current down your spine. 

As he slowly made his way back to your cunt, he noticed how you were already dripping wet, and he grinned at the sight that was in front of him. Your face was flushed, chest moving up and down heavily, and god, the way you looked so adorable in his eyes—making him want to make you cum as much as he possibly could. 

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous right now. I’m going to devour you up so bad and suck you dry, not leaving a single drop of your juices behind.” 

With that, he immediately connected his lips to your wet cunt, your moans now much louder and more prominent than before. If you thought his fingers were deadly enough, apparently, he had another wildcard up his sleeves—his tongue. 

Your head was spinning as his tongue throbbed in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace gradually, where he decided to yank you slightly closer to his mouth, causing him to penetrate his tongue deeper into you. Your hands gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, and naturally, you arched your hips up in hopes of wanting him to eat you out more. 

“Hnngh, Sangyeon! I-I’m going to cum!!” 

You were pretty sure that he heard that because the next thing that happened, he quickened his pace, and within seconds, your liquids came gushing out from you, and that didn’t stop him from licking every single drop. 

As you slowly came down from your high, he was gently kissing all of your sensitive areas around your bud before lifting his face to move up towards you; now, both faces were just merely inches apart. 

“Taste your own cum, baby. Tell me how it is,” he mentioned quickly before diving down, locking his lips with yours, his thumb pulling your chin down slightly to ensure you have gotten every single drop left on his lips. 

Once he pulled away so that you both could breathe deeply, he gently caressed your face before asking the question.

“How does it taste, princess? Did I do a good job?” 

“Y-Yes…It tastes so good…” 

Instantly, a smile plastered across his face, and he leaned down for another peck on your lips. “Is there anything else I could do to pleasure you this evening, princess?” 

There was something that you have always wanted to do from the back of your mind, but you have always been afraid to try it out. Ever since you entered college, you have always felt pressure around you when most of your friends have told you how they have already lost their virginity, making you feel like you’re still a little child waiting for your parents to get you your favourite strawberry flavoured lollipop from your local candy store. 

However, you were also terrified of losing it, especially when you have heard horror stories on campus about how some girls have had traumatic experiences doing it with people that they didn’t really love or trust. 

But it was always on your to-do list before you graduated from college, and if you were to ever do it, you would definitely not do it when you were sober. What exactly was the reason? You have no idea. Perhaps losing it when you were tipsy or drunk would have felt ten times better for you so that you wouldn’t have to remember about it much. 

Given the fact that this Sangyeon guy has treated you nothing but well so far throughout the party, you figured that he probably isn’t those bad guys that people would tell you to stay away from. Besides, you were certain that you wouldn’t be meeting anyone from the party ever again when the new semester began. 

It’s now or never. 

“I want you, Sangyeon. I want you so bad.” 

At first, you immediately tilted your face towards the side, not wanting to see the expression on his face as you said that. Who were you kidding, asking a random stranger to take away your virginity just like that? If he were a fuckboy, he probably would’ve done it right away without even having to wait for you to pose the question. 

God, this is going to be another awkward moment—

Immediately, you felt his fingers wrapped under your chin as he turned you to look back at him, his face now merely inches away from you. 

“If you want me to fuck you good, then I suggest you keep your eyes opened and watch carefully, baby.” 

He then pushes himself back up and immediately lifts his shirt all the way up out from his head and throws it to the floor. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point because you finally saw his bare, well-built body in person—rock solid toned abs, big built chest, and god, his body proportions were to just die for. 

Before you could even comment on his body, he quickly yanked his pants and boxers down, revealing his now huge erected cock that he was rubbing slowly. 

God, it’s a hell of a monster cock. 

“Like what you see, princess?”

You quickly snap back from reality as he now slowly positions his cock directly onto your cunt, the tip now rubbing your entrance as he crawls up to you again. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready to take it all in?” 

You gulped. “Y-Yeah…I guess…”

He smiled and giggled at the sight of you. “You look so cute, do you know that? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” 

Immediately, one of his hands finds its way to yours and interlocks them while his other hand helps push his giant cock into you, causing you to yelp and shut your eyes tightly from the impact.

Oh my god, you actually did it. 

“Hey, baby, you okay?”

Trying your best to find the right words as you panted, you slowly responded to the male while your other free hand grabbed onto his arms. “Y-Yeah…I just…” 

“I’ll give you a moment to adjust, hmm? Tell me whenever you’re ready; I’ll start off slow.” 

After a few seconds of calming your heartbeat down a little, you slowly give him a nod, indicating that he could continue with what he was doing. The pace started slow but impactful, your walls were absolutely tight as hell, and his cock was just trying its best to loosen and break them apart. 

“Let me guess,” he panted. “This is your first time doing it, huh?”

“W-What? How did you know?”

“Oh, I know alright; I’m pretty much a veteran when it comes to sex.” 

What in God’s mind made him say that out loud? 

As much as you wanted to comment on that, you were so out of your mind to even think straight because Sangyeon was now thrusting faster into you, knowing that your walls weren’t as tight as they were before. 

“S-Sangyeon!” 

“Use your words, baby. Tell me, how are you feeling?”

“I-It…it feels so good…aaahh!” 

“You like it when I fill you up with my cum, baby?” 

“Y-Yes, I want you, I want you so bad!” 

That was all he needed to hear, and he reconnected his lips with yours for a couple of seconds, kissing you feverishly before breaking the kiss to pound you much faster and harder. In return, you suddenly felt a knot in your stomach, and that’s when you knew you were near. 

“S-Sangyeon…” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I-I’m going to cum…” you whispered, desperately trying to warn him beforehand. 

“Then cum for me then, tell me. Where exactly do you want me?”

“I-Inside! Please! Cum inside of me!!” You screamed. 

It was as if you both had the perfect timing as you both came together, filling each other up with your own respective liquids. You let out a deep gasp from your orgasm, and Sangyeon groaned out loud before he collapsed on top of you. 

It took a few moments and a little breather before he lifted himself up a little, desperately trying to find your lips again and devour them slowly. You then moved your fingers up into his hair, slowly enjoying every bit of feeling how soft it is. 

As your exhaustion slowly takes over you, your eyelids begin to fall, and you finally pass out into dreamland, his soft, plump lips on yours being the very last thing you remember.

You were awakened by the sound of your alarm coming from your phone as you tried your best to reach for it, which was placed on your nightstand. 

When you finally squint your eyes to turn off the alarm, you shoot up from bed based on what you see on your screen. 

You had 10 minutes left to prepare for your first class of the year. 

Immediately, you hurried out of bed and dashed right into your toilet, trying to clean yourself up within 5 minutes so you would have the other remaining 5 to dash to campus.

You didn’t even bother putting on makeup for the day (which you would usually wear lightly); at this point, you only cared about being presentable and not looking like a homeless college student who got kicked out of her apartment.

There goes my effort to actually make a good first impression at the start of the new semester. 

You couldn’t even say a simple good morning to your roommate who made your favourite toasted cream cheese bagel as you dashed straight out the door, having only one of the straps on your backpack slung over your shoulder.

As you made your way towards campus, the usual short route that would’ve taken 5 minutes if you walked and 2 minutes, if you dashed, felt much longer. But you knew that it was completely your fault since you were the one who overslept and fucked up your sleeping schedule.

Or did you?

That was when questions began popping up in your mind. The last time you remembered you were still awake and conscious was when you were at a frat party with your roommate.

A frat party…

That’s right.

You went to a frat party at the sorority house not far from your apartment, and then you remembered getting separated from your roommate and trying your best to locate her throughout the house…

…and you bumped into a man named Sangyeon.

Fuck, you actually lost your virginity last night. 

The next thing you knew, you had already arrived right in front of your lecture hall, and you quickly took a quick breath and tried to compose yourself, shaking off all of the thoughts that had happened the night before.

Screw it, I’ll deal with whatever happened last night later.

You quickly navigated the entire auditorium, only to find that the front seat was left that wasn’t taken. You absolutely hated sitting in front, especially when you weren’t at your best self this morning. But you didn’t have much choice left as your professor walked into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

You reluctantly sat down and took your laptop out, turning it on while you began to hear your professor’s voice in the background.

As you were busy trying to rummage through your bag to find your textbooks, you began hearing the girls around you squeal, making you tilt your head up to see what was happening. 

That was when you wished you could hide under the table and vanish from campus right this second.

A tall, black-haired male walked into the hall with a folder in his arms and made his way right next to your professor while introducing himself. His neatly styled hair was parted to the sides. He also wore a black blazer over his white tee, which, quite frankly, made him look effortlessly attractive.

“Class, this gentleman right here is Lee Sangyeon, and he will be the teacher’s assistant for this semester.” 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” 

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SHUT UP bc HE IS LEE JUYEON IS ALL OF THESE THINGS😭😭😭 listen i am a weak hoe for this man istg

…..this felt very personal…..stop…no…thank you i like that you like my name sir but why

best friend whomst i will fuak 🤪ugh im GAGGING [whore alert]

thats right joel lee, you're a big man i like that you're not above begging on your hands and knees. big men holding themselves accountable in public? and kneeling too? delicious. 🥰

IM GOING INSANE IM GOING INSANE IMAGINE HIM LIKE THIS FUC-…..the need for this…..i have a need for thisavhjshdfgbs

BFBDTFYDFGKSK jokes aside this is cute and soft🥺🥰 like damn the playful nudge and the teasing 🥺😭🥺 its so fucking cute. a picture perfect moment right there.

🙂 i may have moaned….imagine having a man as magnetic as lee juyeon drop everything, after getting schooled by you…he changes his habits, and commit to be better because he like you…..big man like him changing his ways and following and lookingat you like a cute puppy bc HE LIKES YOU……lord when 😩🤲

~ im danciing in the mirror crying in the showerrrrrrr 😀 ~

UGH AND THE POSITION HES AT SHOWS HOW WHIPPED HE IS?!!? 😩🥴😩🥴😩🥴 my head is spinning like a ballerina 🥴😀🥴😩🥴

GIRL-…..ksdkdfg i feel smug bhjdjsfkg

AND I YELLED WHAT THE FUCK DAISY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i need a new set of lungs for the long ass screech i just let out. also it's juyeon.........i will need those new set of lungs thank you.

stop it im going to cry on both ends 🥴😩🥴😩🥵🥵🥵🥵

HOY this slapped me on a personal level you have no idea daisy……this is perfecthbsjdfsjdd UGHGHGH I THOUGHT OF IT I SAW IT AND I COULD HEAR HIM AS I READ THIS

Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader

➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.

➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon

➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.

You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.

But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”

It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!

So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.

During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)

You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.

You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.

You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-

“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.

The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?

“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.

“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.

Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.

“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.

“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.

“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.

“How did you-”

“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.

“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.

You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,

“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.

You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.

You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.

Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.

It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.

To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.

The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.

“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.

How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.

You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.

He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.

And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.

In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.

Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.

You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.

You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.

Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.

Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.

His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.

Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.

Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.

You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.

The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.

“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!

But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.

You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.

You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?

As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.

“What?” You ask.

“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?

“I was thinking-”

“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.

“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.

“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”

“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”

“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?

“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.

“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.

“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.

“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.

“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.

“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”

You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.

“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.

You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.

“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.

“Juyeon I-”

“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.

Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.

“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.

As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.

Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.

He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.

He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.

Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.

He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.

“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.

“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.

“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.

“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.

“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.

“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.

Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.

His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.

You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.

Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.

“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.

He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.

He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.

“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.

“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.

Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.

He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.

With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.

“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”

Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.

The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.

He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.

“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”

“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,

“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

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babe-

is it a teaser? yes. but did it make my soul jump? YEAH!! babe you wrote it so well im head over heels and i wanna know more abt this huhsuhsu i cant wait for you to develop it bestie!! 😭💕

Need 4 Speed: Haknyeon (Teaser)

Summary: Of mangoes and mountain charms, and wrenches and tangerines. Haknyeon spends another night down the mountain roads waiting for your safe return. An unlikely friendship built between a tōge drifter and a mechanic that likes to race the streets. This is a teaser for the Haknyeon installation of my Need 4 Speed series for The Boyz! See the masterlist here or follow to be updated.

Author’s Note: This can be read as a standalone blurb, or as a precursor to my upcoming fic Driving, My Love! Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!

Tags: Mechanic!Haknyeon x Drifter!Reader, BFF!Haknyeon

Warnings: May contain inaccurate depictions of cars (lol), mention of car accidents

Mountain Pass 1 — 1:10 AM Monday

The mountains were barren of any signs of civilization save for the occasional lamppost that illuminated down its winding roads. Up here, the only company the mountain found itself with were the whispers of a gentle breeze and the offload of dying leaves shed by the evergreen trees. 

In a far distance, the sound of a brazen car disturbed the serenity of the atmosphere. Its modular body slid through a curved road, leaving a nasty skid mark and a ghastly amount of smoke that could haunt a climate change activist in his wake. 

The fragrant scent of Autumn pass was then overtaken by the strong smell of hot, burning rubber. 

“Nice,” A staticky voice spoke from inside your ear.

Above you, a drone was flying closely behind, tracking and streaming your vehicle’s position for the people down the road. 

“You’re acting like this is my first time, Hak.”

You heard a chuckle. 

A small group of cars preceded your position, driving in the same haphazard manner as you did. A gallant dance through mountainous roads fueled by the adrenaline of a perfect drift.

This specific pass was a favorite amongst locals and tourists. The area surrounding the pass itself has been closed off to the general public, having been built specifically for the purpose of tōge drifting by a retired hobbyist. 

Down the winding roads, a graveled patch of land became the communal area for both drivers and passing car enthusiasts. During these grassroots events, local body shops would set up tents alongside their vehicles to advertise their products and services. What’s a better way to sell than to show how your products perform after all?

Small groups of people would also flock into the scene to build connections with other hobbyists. 

You used to be one of those people, and now having conquered the winding roads of this mountain pass numerous times yourself, you’ve managed to garner quite the amount of respect on your own name. 

“Heads up, the last two courses are a tight turn. A civic just crashed.”

You watched as the drone flew ways ahead of you, assumingly to check out the accident. A moment later, you heard the static voice of Haknyeon again. 

“Driver is fine, car is totaled though. Just slow down your speed and keep to your left.”

 “Got it. Thanks, Hak.”

“No worries. Just get down here safely.”

You loosened your press on the gas pedal before shifting gears to ease off speed. Outside, the air was bitingly cold. You wondered if Haknyeon was keeping himself warm.

Before you can think more into it, the sight of two pairs of waving hands caught your attention from the outskirts of the highway. They signaled you to veer away from the crash and you responded by hoisting your arm out of the window and pumping it in acknowledgment. 

Hak was right. The car was completely totaled, but you’re glad to see the driver was doing fine. It’s scary to think that, that could be you under any unfortunate circumstance. A huge risk that always comes with devilishly dancing through the mountain roads. 

You watched briefly as the owner wrestled his damaged fender off his vehicle before laying it against a tree trunk. Once you passed him, you picked up speed again and prepared yourself to approach the last turn.

Down in the flatlands, Haknyeon stood waiting from underneath a tent. A Nissan GT-R Nismo was parked in front of him with its high beams shining down the gravel road. Down under, a set of neon orange lowlights covered the ground. Tangerine—he affectionately called it. The payoff from his hard work, and numerous wins from racing the streets.

“She’s on her last turn.” His friend spoke, tracking your position from the drone he was controlling from a screen.

“Good.”

Haknyeon walked towards the road. A couple of people greeted him with a wave.

Haknyeon was a well-loved mechanic by both car hobbyists and local civilians alike. He was good with his hands, and even better at his builds. So although he didn’t dabble in tōge drifting himself, he still managed to capture the trust of its drivers. 

The sound of a revving engine and the familiar scent of burning black rubber took the mechanic’s attention away to the mountain pass exit. A sleek silver Nissan quickly pulled up gaining the attention of the photographers and videographers on standby.

They ran following the car, pumping their fists up in the air, and were met with the driver revving in response. Shutter speeds can be heard all the way to where Haknyeon was standing, and he made way as the car finally pulled up to the empty lot beside him. 

You unbuckle your belt the moment you parked your car, making a move to remove your safety helmet. Haknyeon quickly opened the door and greeted you by messing your hair up. 

“How was it?”

You playfully swat his hand away. “Fun, as always.”

You finally turned and greeted him with a smile. He returned it, making amends with his earlier actions by tucking stray pieces of hair away from your face. Why was it suddenly becoming warm?

The moment was disrupted by the sound of a pickup hauling the totaled car from earlier. Haknyeon grimaced at the sight of the damage. 

“Ouch. That’s gonna cost a lot.”

“Small price to pay to keep an expensive hobby.”

You walked towards the tent, greeting your other friend with a wave. He nodded back in response.

“Expensive hobby, cars are, huh?”

“Very, which is why you should never get into it.”

“Kind of too late for that now though, isn’t it,” Haknyeon pointed towards his car, “considering I just finished modding my car.”

You burst into a fit of giggles with Haknyeon. You find it funny how the both of you always discouraged the other from getting into the underground racing scene despite the fact that you’ve both been a part of it even before you met. 

Haknyeon reached into his jacket pocket before walking in front of you. You see the glint of your mismatched beaded friendship bracelet illuminated by the faint light of his orange car. 

“Here,” he grabbed your right hand gently, “I kept it till you got back.”

Haknyeon wore the friendship bracelet around your wrist, mirroring the one on his left arm. His fingers were gentle in placing them on you, making a move to turn it to display two little charms that were similar to his own. There was a moment’s pause before he finally decided to put your hand back down. 

The Autumn air was still bitingly cold, so why was it that you felt the tips of your ears getting hot?

You cleared your throat, thanking him. His own cheeks were twinged with the lightest shade of pink.

“Isn’t it kinda insane that we’ve managed to keep this tradition for three whole years now?” 

He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t even remember how it started.”

Haknyeon pulled out a monoblock chair and offered it to you before sitting down on the one beside it. 

“I do. You kept insisting that the bracelet caught onto your gear stick, so you had to take it off before a race.”

“Hey, it really did! And I wasn’t being insistent.”

“Yeah, you were,” you laughed, “it's the whole reason why we have this silly little tradition in the first place.”

Cars were starting to disperse from the area. There was a dwindling down of noise from conversations of a thinning crowd, with hush whispers slowly being swept away into the sleeping mountain. Your mutual friend had also left the tent a couple of minutes ago to fetch his drone from the lot. 

Haknyeon thought back to when this small tradition of yours started. Three years ago, after a slow day at the tracks he called his home, you guys decided to craft these little charm bracelets from a mutual friend’s stash. You made Haknyeon a colorful strand decorated with the charms of a mango and a mountain, a little reminder of you when you’re not around. 

For you, he picked out a wrench and an orange, accompanied by a mismatched color palette of warm-toned beads. It was charming - albeit a little silly, but the both of you have worn them since them. 

Haknyeon will admit that he may have been slightly insistent that the bracelet distracted him while driving. At first, it was true, the little charms kept getting caught in between his hand and his gear stick, but it slowly morphed into a superstitious tradition that he just had to have you keep it for him as an unspoken promise of his safe return. You did the same with yours. 

“It’s a tad bit silly but I like doing it,” he said, “Makes me hold on to a promise that I’ll return back to you safely.”

You hummed. There was something inherently intimate about this conversation.

“Then let’s keep doing it. To promise each other that despite the dangers of our hobby, we’ll always return to each other’s side safely,” You paused, “For the bracelets, of course.”

Haknyeon nodded in agreement, fiddling with the charm of his own bracelet. 

“As long as you promise that you’ll always be there when I return.”

“I promise.”

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