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"does it matter? they don't fuck you like I do,"

@ GIRLSLIKEYOU kim jungwoo & afab! reader info smut, friends with benefits who are clearly obsessed with each other, drunk sex warnings previous consumption of alcohol, cursing, dirty talk, use of pet names, mutual degradation, constant provoking to no end, hair pulling, biting / marking, thigh riding, dry humping word count 1.3k

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You can't be sure when it happened but somewhere along the line of your relationship (if you can even call it that), getting nearly black out drunk became synonymous with fucking Kim Jungwoo. A cause and effect, a pre-oriented chain of events that seems to always begin the same (innocent drinks with friends), lead to the inevitable interim (making out in the back of a taxi on the way to his apartment) and end in the same outcome: a delirium inducing amount of orgasms before either of you are even sober enough to consider taking off your clothes.

And this night is no different, finding yourself rutting against him in a drunken haze. Hands lazily draped around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades and legs spread--perfectly poised against his jean-clad thigh. Large hands are outlining the silhouette of your frame as he leans back, scrutinizing you and the remaining marks of your latest hookup's affection with a look that serves only to make you painfully aware of the wetness dripping down your inner thighs.

"He leave that?" Jungwoo's eyes are focused on the expanse of your throat, tongue pressing up against the back of his teeth and jaw locked in the faintest show of irritation. One that you acknowledge with the slightest quirk of your lips, the beginnings of a knowing smile.

"Which one?"

He brings up a hand to hover against your throat, fingertips featherlight against your neck as his thumb brushes against the curve where your throat means chin--just grazing one of the numerous marks that lines your flesh. "Here,"

"No, I mean which guy,"

He laughs, amusement failing to meet his eyes as pulls his hand to your chin, lifting up your smug expression with the light knock his knuckles. Every touch is tender, a whisper of a rougher movement that he never quite builds up to. "Funny,"

"Not joking," your reply is muffled by a moan, rolling your hips in a way that as your clit dragging against the hem of his pocket, "Want the roster?"

"Does it matter?" he raises his brows, lips parted and bridge of his nose scrunched, "They don't fuck you like I do,"

"And how do you fuck me?"

"Better than them," It's a nonchalant reply as he adjusts his grips on the bone of your hips, fingers pressing in harsh enough to leave behind bruises as he guides you back and forth. Angling your body against his, knee raised to press into your core, just the way you like it. The same way that has you hissing as he pushes you down onto his thigh, biting down on your tongue harsh enough to draw blood. Evoking a coil in your core and a tightness in your legs that only he coaxes out of you with nothing more than the tilt of his head and the lazy uplift of his leg. "I know what girls like you like,"

You sneer, hands snaking up his chest to roughly push back on his shoulders. "Girls like me? Like you fuck anyone like me,"

"Yeah, you're right," he huffs, lips poised a derisive pout. Jungwoo flicks his gaze from watching the rhythmic roll of your hips to your narrowed eyes, swallowed by a hazy shroud of pleasure. The corner of his lips flip into a lopsided grin, an expression that has your pussy clenching on an abysmal emptiness (one that you wish was filled with him). "I fuck girls better than you,"

You scoff, hand falling down to harshly palm his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Thumb rubbing against the tip of his erection, raising a brow at the wet state of the fabric. "Is that why you've cum twice already from rutting against my leg like a dog in heat? Because you fuck girls better than me?"

He chokes back a whimper, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his tongue hovers at the corner of his mouth. Eyes half-lidded and dazed, covered by messy strands of brown hair, "You wish you could make me cum that easily,"

"You're such a bad liar, baby," you coo, tone nothing short of mocking as you pick yourself up from his thigh with a breathy whine and settle yourself on his lap. Aligning your clothed core with the head of his sensitive cock as you begin to set a tortuously slow pace, one he greets with whiny moan as he tosses his head back.

You bring your thumb to his mouth, tugging down on his bottom lip. There's spittle which pools at your fingernail, his puffy lips parted and tongue pressed up against your nail. His eyes are unfocused, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he stares back at you. Cheeks flushed and sweating, bangs sticking to the arch of his brows and the soft curves of his cheekbones. A sight that makes your knees go weak, panties stuck to your folds in an uncomfortable wetness only to be relieved with each drag of your clit against the seam of his jeans.

"You're so pretty when you're all fucked out, Jung,"

"Who said I'm all fucked ou--" the latter half of his sentence is interrupted as you slip your thumb into his mouth, an action he catches with the sharp bite of his teeth onto your flesh. The pressure is harsh enough to sting but never enough to hurt, dark eyes narrowing into something more akin to a glare. One with no animosity behind it, no matter how much he wishes there was.

"Ouch," you drawl, pushing your thumb against the roof of his mouth--a movement that has him releasing the pressure of his teeth as you slide your finger out of his mouth. "Good doggie,"

Your tone is far from any semblance of praise, smug grin licking upon your lips as you lean back to get a better view of him. Airy moans slipping off your tongue as you grind against him, hands sliding into his hair. And there, they slip in between soft locks of brown, pulling gingerly as he leans forward into your touch.

He's whimpering and cursing against your neck, desperately pushing your core towards his aching cock as he mouths against your flesh. It doesn't take him long to find one of the marks that litters your skin, licking a long stripe over it before biting down. He's nipping and licking and sucking against your skin, leaving a mark that all but consumes the previous one. New iterations of purple and stark red, matched only with the perfect imprint of his teeth. He makes his way across your throat until he has covered all of them, removing any previous trace of any other partner, an act that nearly holds true to possession.

"You look so much prettier all marked up by me, baby," he groans, words slurred in between sloppy kisses and delicate bites, "Want you all to myself,"

You yank back on his hair, forcing him to crane his neck back as he whines--your fingers knitted tightly at the base of his nape. His lips swollen and eyes flickering somewhere between open and shut as he blinks up at you. "I could be all yours, Jung," you taunt, meeting his mouth in the bare bones of a kiss (one that he meets with a high pitched mewl that's barely short of a needy cry), "It's just too bad you fuck girls better than me,"

His hands slide up from their previous position at your hips to the small of your waist, tightening against your ribs as he bucks his hips up into you, urgent and desperate. His movements are messier, more disordered as he chases down yet another high, one that's sure to have him looking for another. He jerks forward as you loosen your grip, pressing your cheeks up against one another as he pants into your ear with haggard, broken breaths. Jungwoo's mumbling drunken confessions of love to you, ones partnered with chaste kisses to the angle of your jaw and kitten licks to the space just beneath your ear.

"Baby, none of those other girls are doing it like you do,"

@ note me vs. every single one of my current in progress drafts being about kim jungwoo... i listened to to by the neighborhood for five hours straight just thinking thoughts about this. every time i finish writing for jungwoo i feel crazy, he's my muse actually TT

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ASTEROID BLUES is a cowboy-bebop inspired, x afab! reader fic series that revolves around the futuristic misadventures of easygoing bounty hunter, ln yn.

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soundtrack. tank! seatbelts young jesus logic kimidakenotenshi soul scream interlude: past to present nct u

living bounty to bounty, who's your first target?

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ sfw johnny suh ⌖ space cowboy ― fellow bounty hunter wanted for his ... unorthodox methods. the only problem? he's hunting you too. SESSION I. black dog serenade kim jungwoo ⌖ high roller ― wanted for a number of debts owed to some of the galaxy's most powerful syndicates. try not to get too distracted by that charm of his, or else you'll find yourself toeing the line between professional and personal. SESSION II. gateway shuffle huang guanheng ⌖ bartender ― wanted for the commodification and underground auction of information. secrets traded for a drink. watch your words and your glass. SESSION III. easy come, easy go lee donghyuck ⌖ con artist ― wanted for fraud, embezzlement, and that silver tongue of his that seems to constantly get him into trouble. or save him from it. whatever you do, just don't manage to become his next mark. SESSION IV. see you space cowgirl, someday, somewhere! liu yangyang ⌖ pilot ― wanted for illegal gambling and racing. in his world, the most important thing is staying one step ahead--so don't fall behind. SESSION V. boogie woogie feng shui zhong chenle ⌖ heir ― wanted for his outrageously large fortune tied to his namesake. he's playing a dangerous game in the galaxy's elite circles, so tread carefully, lest you become entangled with his high-stakes world. SESSION VI. honky tonk woman oh sion ⌖ journalist ― wanted for learning something he shouldn't have, wrong place, wrong time. whatever you do, don't underestimate him. after all, you know what they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. SESSION VII. stray dog strut maeda riku ⌖ thief ― wanted for his most audacious heist yet. a heist that involved stealing from the wrong person this time around. a person who wants the phantoms thief's head on a platter. be vigilant, or you might miss him before you even know he's there. SESSION VIII. see you space samurai click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

BOUNTY WORTH ₩2,500,000

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ ®️ nsfw moon taeil ⌖ ceo ― wanted for the enterprise he has built from the ground-up. it's a shame that the only way to get to him is to become his personal assistant. SESSION IX. you're gonna carry that weight lee taeyong ⌖ hacker ― wanted for the infiltration and theft of millions of megabytes from the 119 conglomerate. he probably knows where you are before you do. ever heard of a digital footprint? SESSION X. cowboy funk nakamoto yuta ⌖ hit man ― wanted for the assassination of the galaxy's most prominent politician. watch your back. in his line of work, you rarely see him until it's too late. SESSION XI. hard luck woman qian kun ⌖ igp officer ― wanted for arresting the son of one of the most notorious cartels in the galaxy. he's not very willing to roll over and be captured, certainly not when he's trying to arrest you. SESSION XII. waltz for venus kim doyoung ⌖ doctor ― wanted for preforming back room operations and illegal modifications. his medical expertise is only second to his ethical ambiguity. try not to lose a limb. SESSION XIII. ganymede elegy xiao dejun ⌖ entertainer ― wanted for his most recent scandal involving a heated affair with the igp chief's wife. one that was destined to end poorly from the start. the world is his stage, avoid getting caught in the spotlight. SESSION XIV. pierrot la fou mark lee ⌖ collector ― wanted for the prized artifact that lies deep within his vault. seems like your employer is willing to do anything to get their hands on it, including sending you to charm your way into stealing it. SESSION XV. brain scratch lee jeno ⌖ informant ― wanted for the dissemination of information regarding neo zone tech. hailed as a whistleblower, he's wanted galaxy-wide. just don't believe everything he says, or you might just find yourself amidst one of his rumors. SESSION XVI. sympathy for the devil click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

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[⌗] jeong jaehyun & afab! reader info smut warnings references to friends with benefits relationship, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names, allusions to / mentions of masturbation

1:03AM

hey uh... fuck, oh god, hey. make sure to listen to this when you're alone, ok? this is...shit, it's just for you, pretty. i uh... i fucked some other girl tonight, she wasn't... she wasn't like you. god, you take me so well. so, so well. whole time i was wishing it was you clenched around my cock, moaning my name... and i can't stop thinking about you. i...oh my god... i need you right now. like really, really need you. can't stop imagining oh my god...can't stop imagining you with your pretty mouth sucking on my cock. swallowing my um...fuck my cum. you always make me feel so fucking good, yeah shit, so, so good. i can't wait to push my cock into your tight pussy, would you like that? baby, please. please tell me you want that. i want it so...god so bad. need you, i don't care how. fuck, i just want you over here. come over when you get this? please, please come over... i can't take it anymore. fucking my fist pretending oh jesus christ...pretending it's you isn't enough. just... fuck... just call me?

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— taeil draft that's in the works ... spreading the good word of taeilism like i have an agenda about him fr !

warning. 18+ mdni, blowjobs

taeil is a man who enjoys the relaxed, leisurely side of things. and it’s for this reason that he prolongs his orgasm for as long as possible, until his cock aches and his tip is burned a pretty red. a color only to be accented by the leak of his cum which you lick off with the sluggish drag of your tongue. it’s a feeling he relishes in, smearing his cock against your lips with a desperate whimper. over and over and over again until he can’t stand it anymore, sliding back into your mouth and tightening his grip in your hair. he’s messy when he cums, sloppy with his hips jerking into your mouth. a million and one praises falling from his lips, babbling sweet nothings and nonsense as his cum spills from your lips and slips down the underside of your chin.

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december 30th — last updated

kiss it better — ☆ 127 (엔시티) ᵎᵎ blowjob headcanon

confessional — ☆ kim doyoung (도영) ᵎᵎ preist au

fast ride — ☆ kim doyoung (도영) ᵎᵎ racer au she said fuck me like i'm famous i said ok

backstage pass — ☆ nakamoto yuta (悠太) ᵎᵎ rockstar/band au wanna go backstage?

interrogation — ☆ nakamoto yuta (悠太) ᵎᵎ detective au, hatefuck everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer

3:00AM — ☆ na jaemin (재민) ᵎᵎ academic rivals au

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﹫ SMOKING KILLS . . . 일이칠 ✮⋆˙

cigarette with his number on it, he gave it over me, do you want it?

[ ☆ ] nct 127 headcanon. afab! reader. warning. 18+ mdni, smoking, kissing, smut, fingering, missionary, rough sex, doggy style, blowjob, cowgirl, dirty talk, use of pet names.

the stench of the cigarette drenches the previous smell of sex, washing over the room with the repetitive drawl of smoke which plumes from your lips. and his. taeil always smokes after the two of you fuck, a habit he picked up from you along with your favorite brand. it's never during, always after. that way, he can taste you over and over again on his lips. rolling off his tongue and sticking to the air of the room. clinging to the underside of your fingernails and the ash that lingers on your tongue. he tastes you with every drag, a thought that causes his cock to ache. he's never able to finish those cigs.

"not the same," he mumbles against your lips, butt end of the cigarette poking your cheek as he holds your face between his hands, swiping his tongue softly against your bottom lip."fuck, you taste so much better, baby,"

sitting on his lap, legs spread with his slender fingers sliding up and down your slit, the cigarette in between your lips is practically forgotten. though, not by johnny who reaches up to steal it from its imprisonment between your teeth with a low laugh. he whispers some undoubtedly grating comment into your ears as he blows out smoke, pressing his middle finger just barely inside of you before pulling out and drawing tight, slow circles around your clit. he loves the way you jerk against him, biting back desperate whines, eyes clenched shut and hands gripping the edge of your t shirt. he taps the ash off the cigarette which an absent minded flick of his wrist, bringing it back to your open mouth with a self-satisfied grin and the sudden plunge of his fingers. 

“what’s a matter, baby?” he coos, nipping at your earlobe as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has your eyes rolling back in your head, “don’t wanna smoke?”

you think taeyong looks his most handsome when he’s just like this. between your legs, delicate hands pushing your thighs back as far as they can. using them as a crutch to hold himself upright, a whiny hiss escaping from his mouth each time he pushes his cock back into you. mumbling about how tight you are, how good he feels when he’s fucking you, all these pretty words that are muffled by the presence of the cigarette in between his lips. the ash falling down to the exposed expanse of your belly each time he thrusts, teeth clenched so tightly that the cigarette itself has become a contorted, disfigured image of itself. 

“so good, so, so good…” he whimpers, words unintelligible and eyes fluttering somewhere between clamped down and wide open as he leans against your legs, cock twitching as you clench around him. smoke dripping from his lips as he mewls, “so fucking tight, so perfect for me,"

it always starts with shotgunning. a shared cigarette leading to a heated kiss, smoke falling from your open mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip. a kiss leading to you being bent over onto all fours. all fours leading to yuta’s cock relentlessly slamming into you. cigarette held in between the slender fingers that are laced into your hair, pulling harshly enough that your neck is craned back, earning you a breathless, cheshire grin from the man fucking you stupid. his opposite hand is digging into your hip, a grip so hard that you’re sure there will be bruises in the shape of his handprint when he’s finished. he’s barely able to take a drag, mouth never closed long enough to actually inhale the smoke, always interrupted by a hoarse groan or a comment that nearly sends you over the edge. but when he does smoke, he’s always so lightheaded from the feeling of his cock inside of you that he doesn’t even taste it. 

“yeah, you like that?” it’s less of a moaned-out question and more of a definitive statement as his fingers tighten against your hip, taking a shaky drag, “that’s it, pretty. you take my cock so well,”

there are many simple pleasures in jaehyun’s life. and one of them is watching you suck on the head of his cock, blowing smoke from your cigarette as you lap at his throbbing tip. one hand holding the cig, perfectly poised on the v of his torso, and the other tensed around the base of his cock, moving in pace with the strokes of your tongue. he loves the taste of the cigarette, a mixture of you and him, sealed with the impression of your lipstick that is smeared against both the rolled paper and the length of his erection. head tossed back, hand laying over his shut eyes, he takes a drag before handing it back to you. feeling your exhale on his sensitive head, inducing the ache of his cock and a low moan before you finally allow him to slide back into your mouth. 

“don’t stop,” he groans, opposite hand digging into the flesh of his thighs as you circle his tip, blowing smoke against him, “shit, baby. you’re driving me crazy,”

doyoung doesn’t like the brand you smoke, constantly nagging you to switch to his favorite brand. that way he wouldn’t have to gag whenever you two kissed or make a face of disgust whenever he caught a whiff of it on you. but he supposes that they aren’t all that bad when they’re smothered by the stench of sex. when the only taste on his tongue is blood, biting down on his bottom lip as he buries his cock into you. one hand pressing down upon the small of your back as you arch for him, the other steadying your ashtray that rocks against the sheets each time he thrusts into you. he steals the cigarette from your stuttering fingers, wet with your drool and bent from your grip. he supposes that he could get used to your brand. 

“tastes like you, pretty,” he pants, leaning forward against your back to place it between your lips, encouraging you to take a drag, “don’t you think?”

repeatedly sinking down onto his cock, bottoming out with an airy moan, you nearly drop the cigarette on jungwoo’s chest. his hands are everywhere, cupping your ass, sliding up to your waist, kneading your breasts, thumbs slipping over your nipple with practiced precision. every movement, every breath is concluded with a whimper that escapes from his throat, rolling his hips into you in a desperate plea to get any further semblance of friction. he’s so sensitive that it’s almost pitiful, babbling incoherent sentences that are more moans than words as you rock your hips in a fluid rhythm. cigarette brought to your lips and smoke exhaled alongside a mewl of pleasure, your opposing hand laced with his own as he paws at your tits. there are two things that he prizes above all other iterations of chasing a high, smoking and watching you smoke. and it’s for this reason that you continually lean down onto his chest, hand steadying yourself on his torso and pussy clenching around his cock. you bring the cigarette to his lips, watching him take an exaggerated drag. one that you meet with a clumsy kiss, smoke trapped between your mouths. the feeling of your tongue on his, the tobacco burning in the back of his throat, and his cock buried all the way inside of you is enough for him to lose any shred of self control. 

“it’s not fair,” he whines, rutting his hips into you as he smokes, your hand brought to his lips in an effort to let him take another drag, “you just make me cum too quickly,"

for the majority of your time knowing mark, smoking has always been more your speed than his. and perhaps that was for the best. because right now, watching him fist his cock above your pussy, occasionally smearing his precum against your aching folds with a cigarette in between his lips, is bringing you to the brink of orgasm. he takes a drag with a trembling hand, exhaling with half-lidded eyes and a needy groan. the smoke sticks to his eyelashes, clouding his vision as he rubs his tip over your clit before moving down to buck against your slit. he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding it in between two, slender fingers as he presses down on your lower stomach. feeling himself push inside of you with a cacophony of hissed iterations of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck,’ amongst others. and when he starts fucking you? thrusting in and out as he whines about how much he loves you, how good you feel, how he’s already so, so close. the cigarette is left forgotten and crumbling on the surface of your torso, allowing you to steal it from his lingering fingers and save yourself the trouble of a burn. 

“don’t look at me like that, baby,” he groans, watching you stare back at him as you take a lazy drag, tits bouncing and face flushed, “shit, you’re gonna make me cum with that look,”

you’re not one hundred percent sure that haechan knows what shotgunning is. but you can’t complain much when his hands are on you like this, one gripping your waist and the other clawing at your back as he presses himself against you. cock buried deep inside of you as he whimpers and whines against your neck, pressing sloppy, drooling kisses to your throat and leaving behind the soft impression of his teeth. he ruts into you like a dog in heat, desperate and urgent as if his life depends on it. you barely can take a drag of the cigarette that’s caught between both of your entangled fingers before he’s kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he inhales the smoke that has fallen from your lips. 

“t-too much,” he slurs, biting down harshly on the space between the beginnings of your shoulder and neck, “gonna cum. so fucking close,”

🗯️ note. if it wasn't obvious by the length of his section, jungwoo has me gnashing my teeth, ripping out my hair, shaking the bars of my enclosure. i need a cig after writing this.

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