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ateezscupid · 4 months ago

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your adorable nerd boyfriend yunho ♡

"Yunho!" You walk into the studio holding a bag of carry-out food. "You still here?"

Yunho's head peeks out from behind the soundproof door, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "Couldn't get the harmony right," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the faint strums of an unplugged guitar. "Think I'm gonna need to tweak the bridge a bit."

"Aw, baby," You walk over, sitting the carry-out on a chair nearby and kicking the door behind you closed. "You're burning the midnight oil again. What's up?"

"I just-" he sighs. "Hongjoong asked if I wanted to help on the album and I said yes but it's just not coming out right. I'm no good at this."

Your face curls up as you giggle. "Yunho, are you kidding? You're, like, super fucking talented when it comes to making music! You literally wrote a song for me every valentines day and every birthday I had since we first started dating. Why are you so…down? What's with the sudden self-doubt?"

"I've just--been real stressed." He sighs. "I had a shit ton of promotions and a shit ton of practice and work to do and then having to work on the album I-"

"Then tell Hongjoong you won't be able to? You know he won't be mad. You guys have been friends for ages." You rub his shoulders gently, feeling the tension knotting his muscles. You smile warmly and push his glasses up his nose. "You're doing too much."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure. But I want to keep working on it. I wanna participate. I wanna help Hongjoong. Everything has just been stressing me out and we haven't done anything with each other in ages-"

"What do you mean? I hangout in the studio with you literally every time you come in here." You furrow your eyebrows and then pause realizing what he means. "Oh..~"

Yunho nods his head. "Yeah, but it's not the same. I've been so busy, I feel like I've lost touch with everyone, especially with you." He turns to face you, placing the guitar aside. "And I don't wanna disappoint him. I know he's counting on me."

"Well do you want me to help…?" You tilt your head and place your hand on his thigh. "Help with the tension?" You say with a cheeky smile.

Yunho laughs, the first genuine one in hours. "I'd love that," he says, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. "But I actually meant with the music."

"So you don't want head?"

He pauses. "Well, both, actually." He opens one eye and peers at you with a half-smile. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it."

You smile and get on your knees, scooting closer and grabbing the hem of his sweatpants. "Just work on the music. I'll do what I need to do." You start to massage his legs, feeling the tightness in his muscles slowly release under your skilled touch. Yunho sighs deeply, leaning his head back.

You bite your lip, pushing his sweatpants down and running your fingers over the bulge showing in his boxers. "Let's get these off," you murmur, your voice low and teasing. He lifts his hips slightly to help you, his breath catching in his throat. You never got over his size, and the way his body responds to your touch still sends shivers down your spine. As you pull his boxers down, his erection springs free, and you wrap your hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yunho groans, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, full of heat and need.

With a wink, you lean in, placing soft kisses along his inner thigh, making him squirm. The studio's dim lighting casts a warm glow on his skin, highlighting the goosebumps that rise from your touch. The faint smell of sweat and the lingering scent of guitar strings mingle with his unique scent, creating a heady cocktail of desire. You trace the veins on his cock with your tongue, feeling him twitch in your grip. You look up at him, his eyes now wide with anticipation, and you take him fully in your mouth, sucking and teasing with the perfect amount of pressure. His hips buck, but he quickly stifles the sound, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the night.

"So pretty…" he mumbles, watching as you work your magic. The words are barely a whisper, but the intensity behind them sends a thrill through you. You've always loved this power, the ability to make him feel this way, to make him forget about the stresses of the world outside these walls.

You move your mouth up and down, finding the rhythm that makes his toes curl and his hands tighten in your hair. His eyes are glued to the sight of you, kneeling before him, your lips wrapped around him. The taste of him is familiar, but it never gets old, never fails to make your stomach flip with excitement.

He grabs your hair, guiding your movements, and you feel a shiver run through him. The quietness of the studio is only broken by the occasional sound of someone passing by outside, the distant sound of cars on the street, and the muffled thump of music coming from the other side of the building. It's a stark contrast to the symphony of your heart beating in your ears and the wet sounds of your mouth on his skin.

"You're so pretty, baby," Yunho whispers, his voice strained with pleasure as he watches you, his eyes hooded with lust. You look up, meeting his gaze, and the connection between you is palpable, a silent promise that no matter what happens, you'll always be there to take the edge off.

You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his thighs tense and his breathing quickens. You pick up the pace, eager to give him the release he so desperately needs. The tip of your nose nuzzles against his pelvis as you deep-throat him, your throat tightening around his length.

"F-Fuck-!" he chuckles and leans forward, his hand gripping the chair's armrest tightly as he watches you in rapt attention. "Just like that, baby… just like that…" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his eyes glazed with lust as you continue your relentless ministrations. The way you take him in, the passion in your eyes as you suck him off, it's like nothing he's ever felt before.

You flutter your eyelashes as you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but the look of pure ecstasy on Yunho's face spurs you on. You feel the heat building in your own core, the friction of your own arousal against your thighs as you continue to suck and lick, bringing him closer to the edge. His grip on your hair tightens, and you know he's about to come.

His eyes are tightly shut, his head thrown back, and his breaths come in sharp gasps. You feel the muscles in his thighs tighten even further, and you know that he's on the brink. With one final, deep suck, you feel him pulse in your mouth, and he lets out a strangled moan as he releases. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him, feeling his body relax as the tension drains from his muscles.

You only slow for a moment, now wrapping your other hand around his cock and stroking it as you swallow the last of his cum. You sit back on your heels, smiling up at him, your mouth glistening. Yunho's chest heaves as he looks down at you, his eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice raw and needy.

You smile, leaning back down and kitten licking his tip once again, gently sucking on his tip. He literally jolts at the sensation, his body still reeling from the intense orgasm. "Holy fuck, I just came-"

You chuckle in response, pushing his cock further in your mouth, enjoying the way he squirms. "You can always come more," you murmur, your voice muffled by his flesh. You love teasing him, pushing his limits, making him feel good. It's a power dynamic you both thrive on, one that has grown over the years of your relationship. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before popping it out again. "Can I get one more?"

"I…" he sighs, his body still trembling slightly. "I'm not sure I can handle another one right now." He opens his eyes and looks at you, his smile lazy and content. "But, if you want…"

"You've handled it before." You purr, stroking him gently, watching the pleasure play out on his face as you bring him back to full hardness. The challenge in your tone is clear, and it ignites a competitive spark in Yunho's eyes. He nods, a silent agreement to let you continue your sweet torment.

With renewed enthusiasm, you swirl your tongue around his shaft, feeling his cock twitch in response. Each touch, each lick is met with a soft gasp or moan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. The studio's ambiance adds a layer of intimacy to the moment, the muffled sounds of the world outside seemingly fading away as you focus solely on bringing him pleasure.

The overstimulation of his senses is almost too much for Yunho to handle. He watches you, mesmerized by the way your eyes light up with mischief and desire, your mouth a perfect "O" around his cock, your tongue flicking and teasing with the finesse of a pro. The way you manipulate him is like an art form, a symphony of pleasure that he's all too willing to succumb to. He leans back into the chair, his legs spreading wider to give you more access, his body arching off the seat slightly as you deep-throat him again.

He opens his mouth as if he was going to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he releases a low groan as you continue to suck him off, your movements deliberate and practiced. The sound echoes faintly in the studio, sending a thrill through you. You've always loved making him feel this good, reducing him to a puddle of need and desire.

His groans even started turning into whimpers and it was the sweetest sound in the world to your ears. You could feel your own arousal building, your pussy throbbing and wet, begging for attention. But you knew you had to focus on him right now. You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing as you took him deep, feeling the warmth of his cock in your mouth, the pulse of his blood beating against your tongue. You could tell he was close again, his body tensing and his breaths coming in short gasps.

"Fuck-" he whines, gripping the arm rests so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Oh my fucking god,"

You laugh around his cock, feeling the vibrations from his voice resonate through your mouth and into him. The sound spurs you on, your movements becoming more urgent. You can feel your own orgasm building as you watch him lose control. You've always had this effect on each other, pushing each other's boundaries, finding new ways to make the other feel alive.

"Fuckfuckfuck," his glasses even started to fall off his face. You giggle, reaching up with one hand to gently push them back up, not breaking the rhythm of your mouth. His eyes are now fully open, watching you with a mix of amazement and lust. "You're gonna make me come again," he whispers, his voice strained and desperate.

You nod, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You're enjoying this, the power you hold over him, the way he's at your mercy. You increase the pace, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth, stroking and sucking with a fervor that leaves him trembling. The studio's air feels thick with desire, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of music equipment.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasps. "Fuckfuckfuck, I-I'm-" He can't even form the words as his hips thrust upward, meeting your mouth's eager suction. His orgasm crashes over him, and you feel the warmth of his cum fill your mouth once again. You swallow with a satisfied smile, feeling the muscles in your jaw relax as you release him with a final kiss to the tip.

You stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, watching as Yunho slumps back into the chair, his body boneless with pleasure. He opens his eyes to look at you, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Thank you," he murmurs again, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, how about you?"

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dwaekkicidal · 6 months ago

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Oh my god I beg for some mean skz smut 😔😔

hmmmm ok but what are we thinking for the hyung line?

is it about meanie channie who snaps after you slut yourself out in the studio when staff was in there- along with the rest of 3racha who you know has a little crush on you hehe. he barely waits for them to walk out the door before shoving you towards the door, forcing you to lock it before shoving his cock into you while you're pushed up against the door- mind you with minimum prep because "You don't deserve it. after that shit." his cock is soooo much thicker like this!!!! >.< and he manages to make his thrusts prove his anger? hips smacking into yours so harshly that it feels like the soundproof door isn't enough to drown any sounds out

what about brat tamer minho who forces you to sit between his legs and watch him jerk himself off? you have a pretty little vibrator thats connect to your clit and your g-spot simultaneously, and he has the controls on his phone that rests in his free hand. he fucks with the controls so much... maybe even teasing u by drawing his full name- in english AND korean- before setting it to the highest setting and leaving it like that until you're cumming at least 3 times.

my sweet binnie who's only mean if you beg him to be or if you reaaaaally push his buttons- maybe throw in a dig or two about how theres another man out there thats better than he is (spoiler: theres literally negative of them). your punishment (reward) is always the same! one of those those sexy ass arms around your neck and squeezing as he fucks into you so roughly that your whole body is jumping forward, your moans cutting off from how aggressive he gives it to you!!!

ok but what about lover boy hyunjin who is actually one of the meanest doms you have ever seen, 99% of the time it being unprompted as well??? the first time you push him to get rough in bed, you're in for ittt~ he ties your wrists up and connects you to the hook in the ceiling, leaving just enough rope for you to be on your tippy toes (also the same hook he previously told you was for painting... yeah, my fucking ass) and speaking of asses, yours is sooo sore from the big handed smacks he leaves there >< he'll always stop if you want it, but otherwise he has no plans to until you submit to him completely <3

whats on the menu for the maknaes today?

definitely munch hannie who ties you up with the most random shit that works- any ties he has laying around, your panties, and sometimes he'll straight up rip his shoelaces out for it?? but it's all so that he can show off the shibari he secretly learned- the main one being a series of knots that tie your arms to a leg each, forcing you wide open for him all the while he eats. and what a messy fucking eater!!! your last 3 orgasms worth of cum dripping down his jaw as he nibbles at your sensitive spots <3

"angel boy" felix me thinks.. who makes you fuck yourself onto him in doggy, refusing to put any effort because he's the "angel" who deserves to be worshipped (yes but...) if you falter even slightly or move to his disliking, you're getting a series of mean smacks- ones that leave a pretty little heart shape in its wake from the pretty pink paddle he insisted on buying (OR HIS INITIALS IF HE GETS A CUSTOM PADDLE OMFFF)

ohhhh but owner seungmin who fucks your brains out with a pretty little collar around your neck <3 (maybe even one also with his initials engraved hehe) he tugs at it to fuck you back onto him, not even need a leash when he slides his finger through one of the loops. huffs and puffs about how tight you are while he actively works to make you tighter, from squeezing your legs together to overstimulating the hell out of you all the while he disallows himself to cum for as long as he can handle, all so when he finally busts theres so much and its all getting fucked right back into you

and god... toy fiend jeongin... the second you let him know you're ok with toys being brought into the bedroom, you're almost regretting everything!!! he's SO fucked up about it >:( he keeps one of those big hands around your throat while the other slides a vibrator as deep into you as it physically can go without causing you pain... and when you squirm around and your legs squeeze together, he's either digging his fingers into your thigh to push them apart or he's biting whatever he's closest to- your thighs, your calf, your shoulder, or (his favorite) your nipples <3

hnnnnng....

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cheriladycl01 · 7 months ago

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Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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kxsagi · 4 days ago

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𝟎𝟐. 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

now texting: sae 😒

the next day

you stood outside the looming black-glass building with your breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat. the cold chrome letters above the revolving door read MIKAGE RECORDS STUDIOS, and they might as well have said TURN BACK NOW.

you glanced down at yourself – black cami top clinging just right, low-waisted star jeans sitting loose on your hips with the calvin klein waistband of your underwear peeking out, bracelets jangling at your wrist with every fidget. your adidas sambas scuffed the pavement as you shifted your weight. a groan slipped out as you pulled up your front camera to double-check the damage: curled hair holding up okay, necklace straight, all your piercings intact.

you looked hot. but also slightly underdressed to walk into the same studio that housed the world’s most chaotic rock band.

still, after five minutes of overthinking, you pushed through the doors.

the lobby smelled like money. clean, icy air conditioning. white marble floors so polished you could see your reflection. gold elevator doors. a reception desk manned by a security guard in all black, eyes scanning your figure as you approached.

you gave him your best don’t-mess-with-me smile. “hi. i’m here to see sae itoshi.”

his brows arched slightly, and then relaxed. “oh, you’re that friend.” he leaned back in his chair. “he told us someone would be coming. marketing girl, right?”

“that’s me,” you nodded, even though you hated being reduced to just that. but you were here for a paycheck, not an identity crisis.

he pressed a button under the desk, unlocking the glass doors behind him. “he said you’d know where to go.”

you froze for a split second. “right… i totally do.”

he waved you through anyway, already looking back at his monitor.

you stepped into the hallway, surrounded by tall walls and unfamiliar silence. you had no clue where the hell you were going.

the sound of bass rumbled faintly from somewhere deeper in the building. you followed it, your shoes echoing too loudly on the floor. doors lined the hallway, some marked with numbers, others with nothing at all. you passed a room with soundproof glass. through it, you saw a drum kit and someone passed out on a beanbag.

before you could double back and knock, a door swung open in front of you. you jumped.

a man blinked at you, visibly confused, before smirking wide. “wow, what a woman.”

tall, bleached-blond hair with blue streaks at the ends tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed and into a photoshoot. kaiser. you recognized him instantly. leather pants, mesh shirt, cocky smile you’d seen a hundred times in saint ego clips.

“lost, pretty girl?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe like you were already his.

you blinked, trying to avoid staring at the slight bruise on his cheekbone. “i’m… i’m looking for sae?”

“damn. first time i meet you and you’re already breaking my heart.” he pushed off the doorframe. “you must be her. the intern.”

“PR manager,” you corrected. “temporarily.”

he grinned. “sure, sure. this way, baby PR.”

you glared, but followed him anyway.

he led you down a different hall, talking over his shoulder. “we’ve been waiting for you, you know. sae’s been acting like he’s about to spontaneously combust. and isagi–”

he stopped himself just as he pushed open a door.

inside was a lounge that looked like a musician’s version of a frat house. guitars on the wall. wires tangled on the floor. empty boba cups. rin sat on the couch, airpods in, scrolling through his phone. shidou was eating candy on the opposite end. sae stood near the kitchenette with a coffee in hand and dark circles under his eyes. bachira spun in a desk chair until he saw you, and then grinned wide.

kaiser gestured like he’d just presented a magic trick.

“gentlemen,” he said. “she’s here.”

you hovered in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning the chaos of the lounge. the room felt alive – cluttered, loud, buzzing with a kind of boy-energy that smelled like caffeine, guitar polish, and too many late nights.

bachira was the first to shoot up from his seat and greet you. he practically skipped across the room, mismatched socks and a smile too wide to be legal.

“you’re the intern? woah. you’re pretty.”

“PR manager,” you corrected, again.

“temporary,” sae added from behind his coffee mug, voice dry.

“welcome to the jungle,” bachira grinned, twirling a piece of your hair before kaiser gently tugged him back by the collar.

“don’t harass her on sight,” he muttered.

“it’s not harassment if i say it with love,” bachira replied, then leaned in and whispered to you, “you’ll get used to the chaos. or you won’t. but either way, it’s entertaining.”

rin didn’t even glance up from his phone. he just muttered a flat, “hi.”

“he’s dry,” bachira whispered loudly.

you were about to reply that you already knew rin when the door behind you creaked again.

someone stepped in, hoodie pulled over his dark hair, earbuds in, a notebook under his arm. he looked up – slow, sharp, unreadable.

isagi yoichi. lead singer. band’s main songwriter. center of the storm last week.

his gaze landed on you like a spotlight. not the loud kind, the quiet kind. intense. observant. he took in your outfit, your expression, your stance. all of it. in a second flat.

you were prepared for cocky. aloof. maybe even rude.

you weren’t prepared for the way he blinked once, then nodded politely and said, “hey. i’m isagi.”

his voice was smooth, but low. not overly friendly. not cold either. just… level.

you didn’t realize you were staring until kaiser bumped your arm. “don’t mind him. he’s quiet around girls he thinks are cute.”

you pursed your lips together. you were here for work, not a boyfriend.

isagi rolled his eyes and walked past you, dropping onto the farthest couch with his notebook and pen. he didn’t look flustered. not exactly. but the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was amused. like he’d already read this whole situation ten steps ahead.

“i’m not quiet,” he said, flipping open the notebook. “i’m just working.”

“he’s writing a song,” bachira whispered dramatically. “he’s been brooding for like, four hours.”

“three,” isagi corrected without looking up.

sae sighed, rubbing his temples. “can we sit? i brought her here for a reason.”

you straightened up, shoulders back. “right.”

it was showtime.

you stepped further into the room, eyes darting around for the cleanest surface to put your laptop bag. there wasn’t one. you settled for the edge of the coffee table, nudging aside a crushed monster can and what looked like a guitar string wrapped around a chopstick.

“so,” you started, voice clear, “i know things have been... messy. which is why i’m here.”

rin made a sound like a scoff. kaiser hummed a fake violin. shidou laughed. bachira leaned forward like you were about to tell a ghost story.

you met their stares one by one, steady. “i’m here to manage your public image. and if i’m doing my job right, no one will remember the livestream fight in a month.”

“bold of you to assume people will forget the highlight of the year,” rin said from the armchair, lazily flipping a pick between his fingers.

“i’m not asking them to forget,” you replied. “i’m giving them something better to remember.”

that earned a few raised brows.

“a documentary,” you continued. “seven episodes. behind-the-scenes, raw, real. your comeback arc. your redemption tour. a perfectly curated mess.”

bachira clapped once. “ooooh. like keeping up with saint ego.”

“more like surviving saint ego,” rin muttered.

“same thing,” kaiser grinned.

you didn’t look away. “we control the narrative. not the fans. not the headlines. us.”

"i was thinking of making isagi and kaiser film an apology video with a black and white filter over it," sae admitted blankly.

"no, the fandom is already divided. an apology video would be picked apart like crazy and nothing would change," you explained, voice steady with confidence.

“and you think people will buy the documentary?” isagi asked. his eyes were still on the notebook, but his pen had stopped moving.

you turned toward him. “they won’t have to. they’ll just watch.”

there was a pause. a flicker of something passed behind his eyes. curiosity? respect? maybe even… interest?

“we start filming in two days,” you said. “you’ll each have individual interviews. group sessions. footage from rehearsals, the studio, the tour. the camera will follow you around.”

“do we get hair and makeup?” bachira asked, already pulling out his phone. “i wanna wear eyeliner like rodrick heffley.”

“you can wear whatever you want,” you said. “you’re just gonna pretend the camera isn’t there.”

“you’ll regret saying that,” sae muttered.

kaiser leaned back in the armchair, legs sprawled. “and who’s behind the camera?”

“a guy named hiori. also my uni classmate that majors in film production. he’s perfect for this because he’s discreet. professional. nonjudgmental. which is more than i can say for most of you.”

shidou smirked. “you’re fun.”

“i’m serious.”

“so are we,” isagi said quietly, closing his notebook.

the room stilled. his tone wasn’t harsh, but it carried weight. suddenly everyone was looking at him. but he looked at you.

“you think you can fix this?”

you matched his gaze. “i think you need to let me try.”

a beat. then:

“fine,” he said, standing. “but if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. no fake smiles. no scripted bullshit. you want the real story?”

“that’s the only story worth telling,” you said.

his lip quirked up. a near-smile. just for a second.

bachira whooped and flopped onto the couch beside you. “this is gonna be so much fun.”

“this is gonna be a disaster,” rin corrected.

“same thing,” kaiser said again, laughing.

you sat down, heart still racing from adrenaline. but they were listening. and that was half the battle.

the other half?

well, that would come later. when the cameras were rolling. when the cracks started to show. when secrets slipped out between songs and smoke breaks.

but for now, you had their attention.

and that was enough.

masterlist | ch. 01 | ch. 03 (coming soon)

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venusandsaturnsrings · 8 months ago

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you sighed heavily, zoning out on some of the elaborate wallpaper in front of you as your friend chattered on enthusiastically at your side.

last week, they had burst into your workplace with an expression so anxious you had thought something was seriously wrong. they went on to elaborate that famous director mr. reca was on penacony and having a surprise casting call and, as a member of the iris family, they just needed to go and audition but the idea of standing in front of such a well known face in the cinema world had them more panicked than they’d ever been before. whining endlessly about how they were so very nervous but couldn’t possibly miss such an opportunity, you easily picked up what exactly they wanted; you to go with them. sighing you offered your companionship partially as a good friend and partially to make the other workers stop glaring daggers, you finally chased them out the door as they promised to meet you at the studio on the weekend.

now in a long line of other actors and actresses hoping to finally get a breakthrough part, the number pinned hastily to your chest was starting to irritate you on top of not wanting to be here in the first place. agreeing so quickly was looking more like a mistake as you were realizing you had no experience or anything prepared and you’d soon be standing in front of a man who’d scrutinize your every move; a real nightmare in the dream.

it took a surprisingly short amount of time for your friend to be whisked away into the audition room with its heavy soundproof doors and you had to stand alone coming to terms with how much of a fool you’d look like. a brief thought of running flitted through your brain as you nervously tapped your foot but before any commitment to bolting could arise, you were ushered in.

the room was elegant but felt unbelievably sterile with the marble floors and delicate chandelier. behind a large wooden table stacked with folders, notes, and expensive looking pens was the man you dreaded explaining this predicament to. with piercing eyes and a predatory smile, mr. reca seemed unnervingly interested in what you’d go on to show him; nothing, unfortunately. you took your place in the centre of the room and awkwardly cleared your throat before dumping a word vomit of an apology and explanation filled with ‘i can’t act for shit,’ and ‘i’m sorry for wasting your time.’ he nodded with a low hum and seemed almost sympathetic as he tapped a finger against his lips while thinking.

“you’re here now and your… appearance… seemed perfectly suited to a personal project of mine i can’t seem to get out of my head,” his smile was unnerving in a way, “humour me and try out a couple poses at the least. such a role would come with magnificent compensation.” not the response you expected but you figured he was owed something for such a fumble. upon your agreement he had you shift into numerous positions that made your face flush with embarrassment but mr. reca seemed beyond pleased if his praise meant anything.

“magnificent. please, i’d love to have you star in a this minor film of mine. such a project will only take a few afternoons and i’ll make sure it’s worth your time.”

it’s the next week when you’re at his home. he welcomes you with a neat suffocating hug and offers numerous snacks and drinks as a show of good will. it’s quite charming until he takes you to where he’s set up for the first scenes.

the room is dim, lit by ambient lighting only and silk ribbons drape across the room. in the middle is a bed covered in luxurious sheets and soft blankets with a table on each side holding a variety of lewd toys; your face is warm. mr. reca cheerfully points to every object explaining the purpose and how it’ll be used after fiddling with all the different locks on the door to successfully trap you in. suddenly you feel sweaty and your chest is tight as you shiver uncontrollably. his personal film was an adult film. he dangles the previously signed contract over your head with a promise to publicly humiliate you if you don’t, “strip and put on these pieces,” a lacy pair of panties and a bra that hides nothing. he’s throwing a pair of stockings at your chest as well before making some adjustments on his camera. with no choice, you change and pray that this will be over soon but the sinking feeling in your gut says otherwise when you see he’s undressing as well.

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makeitworse · 2 months ago

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PUSH ME HARD

a looming scandal results in your resignation. as you begin a future seperate from ji-yong, it seems fate has other ideas.

⋆˙⟡ ibelongiiu part two 𓂃 c/w: fem!reader x sub!jiyong. angst | smut. age gap. conflict. miscommunication. breakup. jealousy. yearning. cheating. nsfw content minors dni

for months, you existed in a dream. you and ji-yong slipped into a rhythm, stealing moments together whenever or wherever possible.

it was exhilarating at first: a routine just between you two.

winking at each other across rooms, lingering touches during fittings. sneaking off to soundproof studios. never showing up to events together, but texting him when you’re ready to go.

soft laughter over late-night takeout in the comfort of his apartment. cuddling on the couch with the cats while you share a bottle of floral wine. sweet whispers in the sheets, waking up tangled in each other’s limbs.

on weekdays you were g-dragon and his stylist. on weekends you were ji-yong and his lover.

and in the quiet sanctuary of his music, you were his muse.

one particular night, you were dozing off with your head in ji-yong’s lap. he had one hand gently stroking your hair, the other scribbling away in his notebook. you listened to him softly hum for a while before you asked what he was working on.

ji-yong lulled you to sleep by singing the lyrics he’d been drafting. it was a stark contrast to ‘power’: the single he was planning to announce his comeback with later this year. this one was intimate— it’s all you.

“this is just for us,” he muttered after the last line.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you believed him.

in the quiet, it’s easy to forget that you weren’t really free.

ji-yong didn’t want to have to keep his love for you confined within walls. he wants to hold your hand out in broad daylight, to treat you to haute cuisine, to kiss you amongst a crowd.

he didn’t want being with you to mean constantly looking over his shoulder. and he was getting bolder about it.

“let’s go somewhere,” he murmured one night, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “just us.”

you sighed. “ji, you know we can’t.”

he took your hand in his— eyes searching. “we could, if you’d let me take you.”

and there was the first crack.

you did what you could to compromise; wearing his jewellery gifts to work, allowing him to hide a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case.

he finally told his family about you: that he’d been seeing a girl from the industry. ji-yong even showed them the polaroid, and he gushed over how they thought you were gorgeous.

you let him take pride in these little instances of showing you off. because you knew you didn’t have long left.

preparations for his comeback have began gearing up. you’ve been running around all week, ensuring your team’s working as efficiently as possible— alleviating any stress from ji-yong that you can.

you’ve felt a crushing pressure at work; not just from the ensuing stress within the staff, but because this was the most important upcoming event in your boyfriend’s life. if it was less than perfect for him, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

all eyes are on him in the days leading up to his long-awaited return. and you can’t help but fear that you’re being too reckless; that people notice the way you smile at him, the way he stands closer than necessary.

the anxiety’s eating you from the inside out.

at the start of the day, ji-yong had an assistant grab him two coffees— one that he later handed to you in private.

it was a thoughtless gesture. second nature to him. but you could’ve sworn people were doing double-takes at the cup in your hand, most likely recalling ji-yong having the same one.

by the time a break came, you felt as if there were holes burned into your skin from the amount of eyes on you all day. you holed yourself up in your office to breathe, to scream or cry, whatever.

but it wasn’t long before your door swung open: ji- yong on the other end, smiling softly in relief.

you could still hear people bustling outside the door when he locked it.

you’d been bursting at the seams with anxiety; you finally had a moment to yourself to pop the cap off, and now ji-yong was here.

and when he reached for you, he got the brunt of it.

“you need to stop, ji.”

his hand hesitated in the air. he looked as if you’d slapped him. your stomach twisted.

“i’m sorry,” you sighed. you rubbed your temples, your head banging. “it’s just, people are starting to notice.”

he buried his hands in his pockets, leaning against your desk. his tongue was in his cheek as he regarded you. he was infuriatingly calm.

“what about it?”

you blinked. “are you serious?”

“let them talk.”

you scoffed. “how can you not care? they’re looking at me. they’re putting things together.”

his eyes flicker with something unreadable. “what exactly do you think they’re putting together?”

you let out a frustrated breath, pacing the small space. “they know, ji. how you look at me, how you’re always near me.”

you brought your thumb to your mouth, chewing on the nail while your thoughts raced. “we’re not being careful enough.”

he pushed off the desk, stepping closer. “is that so bad?” his voice was softer now, with something firm underneath. “that i don’t want to treat you like just another one of the staff?”

you swallowed hard as he approached. his words were gentle, but in his demeanour you could tell there was something he was barely containing.

“we can’t risk it.”

“i’m tired of pretending,” he admits, his voice low. “tired of hiding you. i don’t care if people figure out.”

“well i do!” you snapped. “you might be able to survive a scandal, but this is my career, ji. my future.”

his jaw clenched. “and i’m not there in that future?”

you faltered, slumping against the edge of the desk. you gripped onto the edge like it was your only saving grace from falling apart.

you instantly regretted striking that nerve. you knew what he went through in the december scandal. you should’ve bitten your tongue.

you watched as ji-yong’s expression shifted— less frustration, more… hurt.

“that’s not what i meant,” you mumbled. but the damage was done.

ji-yong nodded, pressing his mouth into a firm line. he rolled his shoulders, adjusted his sleeves. his nervous fidgets.

he stares at you for a moment longer. he’s waiting for something, anything.

but you don’t budge.

with a sharp inhale, he’s turning towards the door. you watch his back as he leaves— not sparing you a second glance.

and at the sound of the door slamming shut, your chest is heaving. you can finally let loose. you bite your arm and scream into it.

you joined a few staff in assisting gee eun at a peaceminusone collaboration meeting with a major fashion brand, seated around a sleek conference table at a high-end lounge in gangnam.

you kept to your role quietly: taking notes, observing, blending into the background.

ji-yong was there, too. but his attention was locked on the table discussion. unlike himself, there were no stolen glances, no subtle gestures in your direction. he was focused, professional. unreadable.

you had since made up from the argument in your office. ji-yong found you later that same day, enveloping you in a wordless hug. it spoke more than an apology could.

you haven’t talked about it since. there just hasn’t been time.

the meeting wrapped up smoothing, ending in handshakes and traded bows. you figured that was all, until someone approached you.

an executive from the other brand— tall, sharp suit, radiating confidence. you caught ji-yong’s head turn in your peripheral.

“i don’t think we’ve been introduced, sweetheart.” his voice was smooth.

you gave him a cordial smile. “i joined the styling team at the beginning of this year.”

his lips curled in amusement. the conversation started out harmless— small talk, inquiries about your role. you played along, because it’d reflect poorly on the team if you brushed him off.

“you’ve certainly got an eye for fashion, seeing as you’re here.” he mused. “i could introduce you to the right people.”

you’re about to politely decline, when he leaned in slightly, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“maybe over dinner?”

the moment the words leave his mouth, your body went rigid.

ji-yong was no longer in your peripheral.

you didn’t have time to think before you felt him— suddenly beside you, his presence unmistakable. and then he did something very stupid.

his arm snakes around your waist, fingers pressing in firm and deliberate. he didn’t even acknowledge the exec, his focus solely on you.

“we’re all done here,” ji-yong’s voice was smooth on the surface, but you recognised something simmering beneath it.

he spares the exec a glance with a smile so thin it’s practically a sneer. you felt his grip tighten— territorial. jealous.

the air shifted.

gee eun shot you both a sharp look. someone clears their throat. you quickly redirected the conversation, desperate for the moment to smooth over.

but ji-yong had already struck the match. heads had turned the moment he put his hands on you. conversations continued, but you noticed the barely concealed whispers underneath. and now his stunt was going to blow up in your faces.

the following morning, you’re startled awake to your phone buzzing at your ear.

you roll over and ignore the vibration— but then comes another. and another. barely a second between each one. you groan, blindly reaching for your phone.

the second you catch a glimpse of the screen, your heart sinks.

frantic texts, missed calls, urgent voicemails. you sit up so fast your head spins. you swipe through the notifications, reading off the names of coworkers, names you didn’t even recognise— as well as some of ji-yong’s personal staff. it’s all screaming the same thing: shit’s hit the fan.

[gee eun] call me now.

[jae] what the hell happened yesterday?

[unknown number] is it true? are you the girl?

your finger’s trembling as you scroll, trying to piece it together. where had it gone wrong?

[ji <3] baby please pick up

your stomachs twists.

you toss your phone across the bed, throwing your head into your hands. you pull at your scalp. you wanted to scream.

they knew.

the secret’s out, and people knew.

whispers had spread like wildfire— nothing concrete, just rumours passed from one person to the next, warping with every retelling.

it hadn’t reached the press yet, though it was only a matter of time. only a handful of people had a rough idea of your actual identity. and then it started spinning out of control.

someone showed up to your mother’s workplace, fishing for details. your phone was flooded with messages from strangers— some curious, some vicious. (how the fuck did they even get your number?)

ji-yong’s publicists were scrambling to get ahead of it, debating whether to release a statement to douse the flames. but he refused to act without talking to you first.

he was sick of playing the media’s game— of watching his life be twisted into headlines. no more hiding, no more damage control. this upcoming era of his career would be the rawest the world has seen him. if people are going to know who you are, it’ll be on his terms.

but you’ve had time to reflect.

the fact was, you worked under him. while he can publicly reveal that he has a girlfriend, the people around you will never see it as love. if the truth got out, which it always did— they’d say you blackmailed him, that he must’ve taken advantage of you.

you haven’t even started your career, and already, this was burying you.

you can’t gamble your future by being an idol’s dirty secret. you’ve got more ahead of you in life than that.

so you make the choice he refuses to. the one that makes sense, the one that his team don’t want to say out loud.

you called gee eun personally to resign from your position.

you ended up staying on the phone for hours, discussing where you’re headed next and how she can support you. you got vulnerable in speaking to her about your relationship with ji-yong.

she’d known, of course— the staff closest to him knew more than they were letting on.

because it’s not like you were really harming anyone; ji-yong had been showing up to work with stars in his eyes since you started seeing each other. but this wasn’t just a matter of a select group of people knowing and choosing to keep the secret anymore.

once that phone call with her ended, you stayed up all night sobbing. you wished you could’ve found him under different circumstances— maybe later in life, once you’d established yourself in the industry, and you were meeting on a similar level of status.

you were being ripped apart by conflicting emotions. you didn’t want to hurt him more than this, you didn’t want to lose what’s blossomed between you two.

but as bad as this situation already was, it could have been so much worse. you shudder at the thought of being the reason he has another public scandal. a blow like that to his image, just before the comeback he’s been working so hard for.

so you cut yourself loose.

you text ji-yong that it’s over, and block him before you can receive a reply. whatever comes of this next is none of your business.

the months since have been kind to you.

november found you in hong kong, standing beneath the soft glow of chandeliers at a chanel fashion show.

you’ve built something new for yourself— landed a position at a prestigious fashion company, climbed the ranks faster than expected (a glowing recommendation from gee eun certainly didn’t hurt).

you’re here on behalf of your company as a professional in your own right. no longer just someone’s assistant.

and most importantly, you’ve moved on.

you’ve dodged every mention of ji-yong since his ‘power’ comeback. no headlines, no interviews, not even a glimpse of his face in passing.

you’ve been strict to yourself in closing that chapter of your life. you grieved what you had. you accepted what it was.

besides; now you’ve got a new job, a new city, a new man. there was no reason to look back.

a sudden flurry of camera flashes has your head turning.

despite yourself, your heart leaps at the sight of him.

he walks in as g-dragon: draped in designer, surrounded by cameras and admirers. his presence is magnetic as ever— the kind that turns heads effortlessly. yours included, despite your better judgement.

your turn away before his eyes can find yours.

the event’s grand enough that avoiding him is easy at first. you mingle, engage in polite conversation, laugh when necessary. but whenever he drifted too close— once you could hear the familiar pitch of his voice— you’d pivot. step into another circle, pretend he isn’t there. hope your presence isn’t known to him.

but it was. how could it not be?

the first time your eyes met across the room, it’s fleeting; a brief flicker of recognition before you glanced away.

the second time, you make a statement of turning your back.

and by the third, there was no mistaking it— he was watching you.

the smile behind your champagne glass was fragile. your fingers around it felt clammy. you keep your voice still in conversation, but a part of you was hyper-aware of every shift in the room, every movement he made.

and then, as the show wrapped up and the evening died down— ji-yong had found his opening.

he slipped into your space so seamlessly, you didn’t even realise your guard was down. one moment you’re chatting with an associate, and by the next he’s there.

you freeze up at the sound of his voice as he apologises for interrupting.

“mind if i steal her away?”

a smug grin curves the corner of his mouth as your associate pardons themselves, leaving you to ji-yong.

you should walk away. really. but you know that despite your best efforts to distance yourself from him, tonight was always going to end with ji-yong catching up.

he says your name, voice quieter than expected.

“you look..” he starts, then swallows. his eyes drift across your body. “you look beautiful.”

you keep your gaze ahead. “thank you.”

he huffs out a laugh— short, humourless. he ruffles the hair at the back of his head. “that’s it, then?”

you finally glance at him. “what are you doing, ji-yong? i’m working.”

he shifts slightly. he’s fidgety with his hands, like he does when he’s unsure of himself.

“just wanted to see you.” he shrugs. “it’s been a while.”

you nod, expressionless.

he clears his throat. “can we talk about it?”

you hum, making a show of scanning the room. you were surrounded by camera flashes, models, designers. executives sipping wine just a few feet away.

“now? go on then.”

his jaw hardens. “i’d prefer some place quieter.”

“i’m staying here.” your voice is firm.

quiet places meant making bad decisions, and one thing leading to another. you both know how it goes.

he sighs. his features soften. “where did you go?”

“i moved on, ji.”

the nickname slips naturally. his eyes flicker with something imperceptible. you step back slightly, subconsciously trying to distance yourself again. it’s subtle, but he notices. of course he does.

“i wasn’t trying to force you..” he says quietly. “i just wanted.. i wanted to be honest. with you.”

“i still wanted a career.” it comes out bluntly before you can stop yourself.

ji-yong nods slowly, his tongue pressing into his cheek. he’s trying to will himself to stay patient. to not get upset.

“i’m sorry.” your voice is so hushed, the words barely exist. “i didn’t want to leave.”

for a moment, you both stand there in the glow of the event, searching in each other’s eyes. you could almost forget you’re surrounded by people.

ji-yong takes a step closer. just one. he lifts his hand slightly— hesitant, wary— then reaches to smooth his thumb over your cheek. it’s a callback to the encounter that started it all. and for half of a second, you lose yourself in the reminiscence; the familiar warmth of his touch.

but then your eyes widen. he’s far too close. this is far too intimate. there’s too many eyes.

“don’t,” you whisper sharply, lips barely moving.

but it’s already done. you take a step back when you notice a few heads turn.

ji-yong’s hand falls to his side, fingers curling into a loose fist. there’s a glimmer of something behind his eyes— hurt, maybe. regret.

“yeah.” he says, almost to himself. he rolls his shoulders, shakes his arms.

you bite your tongue till it stings. you don’t tell him goodbye; you just give a shallow bow and leave before he can say another word. just like you did before.

back at your hotel suite, you kick off your heels and bee-line to the minibar.

you tell yourself you’re just winding down from the evening as you crack open a bottle of red wine; but you’re only lying.

the second the liquid warms your throat in a hasty gulp, you’re grabbing your phone. against your better judgment, your thumb finds its way to the blocked list, hovering over ji-yong’s contact.

you never actually deleted his number. you liked to think you slammed that door and locked it, tossing away the key. but you only hid it out of sight. his name even still had the little heart next to it.

it’s less pathetic than drinking by yourself. it’s just familiar company, it can’t hurt. yes he was your ex, and yes he also happened to be your former boss. that’s not to mention how horrible of an idea this was.

but you reason with yourself (or perhaps it’s the alcohol talking): you’re grownups. it’s just catching up over a drink, maybe even some closure. that was all.

you bite the bullet and text him.

[you] you around?

his reply is near instant.

[ji <3] where are you?

and just like that, he’s on his way to your hotel address without another question.

there’s a knock at your door twenty minutes later.

you skull the rest of your glass— even though the wine hadn’t been any help with easing your racing heart.

you glance at the mirror as you set your drink down: smoothing over your dress, brushing flyaways from your face. shame grips you as your reflection stares back. you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you, but suddenly you want to look composed. like inviting him to your hotel room didn’t even phase you.

you open the door.

ji-yong’s standing there with a hoodie thrown over his head and a cap pulled low. he gives you a small, almost uncertain, smile.

“hey.”

you step back to let him in without a word.

he pulls off his cap, raking a hand through his hair while you shut the door. you lean against it— like the room’s suddenly too small.

ji-yong scans over your room, eyes landing on the wine bottle on the nightstand. he scoffs a laugh.

“couldn’t sleep?”

“it doesn’t come easy to me, away from home.”

“i know.”

you look at him then, and you both smile.

it’s a reminder; you can act like strangers all you want, but he still knows you inside and out.

you move to refill your glass. ji-yong’s eyes follow as you pass by him.

for a moment, the only sound is the wine pouring into your glass. you cross the room to a small table and chairs seated by the floor-length window. ji-yong trails behind.

silence stretches as you both sit. you turn your attention to the city below: hong kong glimmers with lights, still bustling this late at night.

you glance back at ji-yong to find him only looking at you. he smiles. it’s warm, familiar. you missed it.

“you look good,” he says eventually, careful. “better than the last time we met.”

you don’t reply, instead raising the glass to your lips. there’s a tension— but not the angry kind. it’s loaded. you watch ji-yong’s brows raise as you take a hearty gulp of the red liquid.

“i’ve been a busy woman.”

“i’ve heard,” his voice perks up. “the styling team told me what you’ve been up to. said you’ve been killing it.”

you nod. “i’ve worked hard.”

“i never doubted you.”

you half-smile, swirling the glass in your hand. the weight of his gaze has been crushing what little resolve you had left. his eyes hadn’t left you since he got here.

“i noticed you ignored me tonight. twice.”

you raise a brow. “i only did it the second time, actually.”

that makes him chuckle. “right.”

you shift in your seat. the noise made your stomach flutter.

“i didn’t invite you over to rehash all—” you wave your hand at the space between you, “—this.”

“i know,” his voice is low. “but are we just pretending that you reaching out doesn’t mean something?”

“it meant i didn’t want to drink alone tonight,” you say, harsher than intended. “that’s it.”

he nods. you can hear him cracking his knuckles under the table, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can live with that.”

you both sit with it. the flicker of the bedside lamp casted a shadow across his jawline. his eyes are tired. he looks older, somewhat softer.

you offer your glass to ji-yong. he takes it with a quiet “thanks”, and you let go before his fingers can touch yours.

neither of you break eye contact as he downs the wine, sipping from where your lips did. you stand with a sudden need for distance as you walk to the window.

you don’t know if it’s just the alcohol warming you up, making your blood buzz. and you don’t know if it’s also what compels you to speak:

“i did love you then, ji.” you sigh. “i couldn’t ruin this for you. i had to go.”

warily, your eyes drift to ji-yong’s reflection in the glass. his jaw’s hard as he stares off into the wall.

“i ruined it.” he says finally. “i was selfish.”

you hear the soft sound of his glass being set down, then footsteps. and then his warmth behind you.

he’s close, but not touching. not yet.

he murmurs your name. “we don’t have to do this. i just… i’ve missed you.”

you glance at his reflection behind you. his eyes are low, trailing over your body. you turn to face him.

there’s a million thoughts racing in your head. you should tell him to leave, you should tell him that’s it’s over. you should close the distance and see what happens next.

“bad idea right?” he mumbles.

a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, recalling what you told him before your first kiss. your eyes are trained on his lips. he notices, and they part with a sigh. you can hear how much he’s forcing himself to behave.

you’re not sure who starts it. it happens all at once, like something takes over you both. it’s instantly irrelevant who kissed first once your lips meet— your bodies melding together.

you’re quick to part his lips, and ji-yong groans onto your tongue. his hands come to cradle your face like you’ll vanish again if he doesn’t hold you. yours fist in the fabric of his hoodie.

your kisses are hungry, his are desperate. you’re panting into each other’s mouths. you tug him closer, rolling your hips onto his growing erection. ji-yong whispers your name like a plea.

his hands snake around your body like it’s second nature. you gasp as he grabs the underside of your thighs, his mouth trailing down your chin and to your neck.

you pull him in again to feel the imprint of his dick press against you. ji-yong sighs a moan before his lips close around your skin.

before he can suck a mark onto your skin, you push him.

“i’m seeing somebody,” you blurt.

ji-yong freezes. you feel a shallow breath fan your face. you can’t bear to meet his eyes, but eventually, you do.

his expression shifts. it’s not anger, or pain. it’s something you can’t read. the corner of his lip twitches.

then, calmly, he says: “then we didn’t do anything.”

you blink at him. his hands hadn’t left your body— but your silence had his grip loosening. you reached for the hem of his hoodie, balling it in your fist.

“you were never here.”

ji-yong’s jaw clenches, eyes darting all over your face. it’s a pact of silence; whatever happens tonight doesn’t leave this room.

with that, your lips come crashing onto his.

you’ve got a newfound determination. he was never here, right? nothing happened. so you want to get it all out of your system.

you’re eager with sliding your hand down, cupping his arousal in your palm. ji-yong’s hissing into your mouth, holding onto you like he’ll keel over.

kissing each other still came so naturally. kissing him was like breathing. and you pressed together impossibly close like you’re one body.

your palm’s hot as you rub over him through his pants. every little noise from him had you pushing your tongue further into his mouth, tightening your grip around his dick.

ji-yong was careful with his actions. he didn’t want to push his luck— finding out the hard way if you didn’t want him touching you. he was yours to take.

so he leaned against you, hands twitching on your waist as you palmed him. you were getting frustrated. there were so many things you wanted to get done, and chances are, he wouldn’t last through half of it. not when it’s been this long.

you cuss as your hand catches on a damp spot of pre-cum on his pants. ji-yong’s practically whining down your throat. for all you know he’s already close. you decide then that anything else could wait— you wanted the main event now.

you’re backing ji-yong into your bed while your hands fumble with his zipper. once the back of his knees bump the mattress, you shove him onto it. he’s staring up at you in awe: face flushed with pink, his hair ruffled every which way. you don’t waste a second in straddling him.

you tug at his hoodie, and he lifts himself to let you pull it off— revealing a tank top underneath.

your gaze lingers on his tattoos. he often layers his outfits, so it was a rarity to see any. particularly the ones inked over his torso.

it’s made the sight of his tats intimate, since you’re the only one who sees them when you’re getting his clothes off.

you’re too impatient to get the rest of his clothes off, plus your own dress. you settle on pushing his shirt over his chest, and hiking the hem of your dress up your thighs.

then, you turn your attention to ji-yong’s pants. the flyer’s open from when you unzipped them— and you can see how he’s straining against the fabric of his boxers.

his dick springs free as you pull down his pants and boxers together. you bite the inside of your cheek at the sight of him this hard for you.

you pull your panties to the side, taking ji-yong’s wrists in your hands. he stares up at you, mouthed parted in breaths as you sit up on your knees and line your entrance up with him.

you pin his arms to the mattress on either side of his head, while your heat prods at his leaking tip. you swallow a shaky whimper from ji-yong as you kiss him.

his hips twitch with the slightest buck before he restrains himself. in response, you drop onto him.

ji-yong’s mouth falls open in a moan. you don’t waste another moment in anchoring your weight, setting a hurried pace as you ride him.

it’s selfish how you’re fucking him; every rock of your hips has his dick hitting you in the sweet spot. he was barely moving in and out of you.

still, your heat around his dick had whines falling shamelessly from ji-yong’s mouth.

his arms were straining against your grip, but you kept them pressed on the bed. you could tell he wants to give back to you. but you’re focused on getting there on your own first— then you’ll be mellowed out, and it can be his turn.

you didn’t want him to touch you, either. ji-yong turns sex into an act of love with how he dotes on you: caressing your body, brushing his fingers through your hair.

if this got too intimate, you’d have second thoughts about it being the last time.

so you kept fucking him when he came before you did. you kept his back pinned against the sheets, his hands begging to be out of your grip.

you fucked him until you had enough. but even when you rolled off of him, hazy post-orgasm— ji-yong was crawling between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your clit. he was long past exhausted; but every moan he got from you only egged him on.

the night proved to be a long one.

you laid bare against each other amongst the tangled blankets. ji-yong’s fingers absently traced circles on your skin, nodding to sleep on your shoulder as you stared at the ceiling.

the room’s quiet for the first time in hours, but your mind was far from it.

the morning will come soon, sunlight pouring through the window being a glaring reminder of the reality outside that you’d been ignoring.

what then? a quiet goodbye? awkward silence? do you stay to wait for him or slip out first?

you swallow the lump rising in your throat.

your boyfriend’s face flashes in your head. he’s good to you— above doing something like this; curling up with the ex you swore you’d moved on from.

you tell yourself it’s just a one-time lapse. you need that peace of mind if you want to get any sleep.

you try not to linger on the thought of how easy it was to fall back into him. how right it still felt— and how wrong that is.

a/n: it’s hereee, i’ve been unexpectedly busy so it took longer than i wanted to write this. i’m going on a holiday so part 3 (the final!) will be out once i’m back. again, thank you for reading this far ♡

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jjjjisun · 1 month ago

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Sweat & Desire

Sooyoung X Male OC | 2119 words

TW: Incest

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Request from Discord: Snsd sooyoung with her 21 year old nephew. Her nephew and her went to the gym for a workout, but things go feral when Sooyoung wants a harder workout

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Author's note: I'm still sick :<

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In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay our local gym, "Fitness.mode." I'd been frequenting it since I moved in with my mom after my dad's sudden passing. The spacious, echoing arena buzzed with familiar faces and shout-outs between regulars. Yet, my heart hadn't truly been in it until today.

Sooyoung, my mom's younger sister, was a rush of color and energy among the monotonous machines. She'd shown up unannounced, eagerly wanting to join my workout routine. Her laughter filled the space, drawing unwanted eyes. I couldn't blame them; she was gorgeous, all curves and confident. But she was also my aunt, or so I kept reminding myself.

We started on the treadmills side by side, breaths syncing as our muscles warmed up. She kept chattering about the new coffee shop downstairs, her hands animated, grazing mine occasionally. Her fingers were soft, and her laughter infectious. I found myself leaning in, forgetting we were in public.

"Hey, watch it, Speed Racer," she teased, as I nearly collided with her when she suddenly stopped. Our faces were inches apart, her breath minty and warm. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, echoing hers. Then she did something unexpected—she winked, and my world tipped slightly.

Circuit training followed, and shared mats and weights led to near-misses and unintended touches. There was a tension building, electric and undeniable. Her boyfriend, what's-his-name, was far from her mind, or at least, she seemed to want me to think so. Each time our skin brushed, she'd linger, hold my gaze, bite her lip. Was this just our newfound fitness high, or something more?

She "accidentally" dropped the medicine ball in the middle of reps. I reached for it, and she did too, our fingers tangling, breasts pressing together. We froze. Her eyes were pools of brown smoke, drawing me in. Her lips parted, inviting. The world around us blurred. I could smell her, citrus and sweat and something uniquely Sooyoung.

Desire coursed through me, hot and primitive. I wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her till she melted. My cock hardened, throbbing against my gym shorts. She had to feel it pressed against her belly. She must have, because she gasped, her pupils dilating.

"Umm," I ranted out, finally breaking the spell. She laughed, a breathless, hungry sound, and picked up the ball. But her eyes never left mine, promising MORE.

We finished our workout in silence, tingling tension palpable between us. As we walked out, sweat-slicked and breathless, I glanced at her, my aunt, my Sooyoung. And I knew, tonight, we'd ignite.

Sooyoung was waiting for me at the gym entrance, her hair still damp from a post-work shower, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. "I thought we could use the studio tonight," she said, nodding towards the soundproof room reserved for private training sessions. My stomach fluttered. I knew what that room was used for, and it wasn't just push-ups and squats.

"I thought you had plans," I replied, trying to hide my eagerness. Her "plans" were her boyfriend, but we both knew that was a sham.

"I changed them," she smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You're more fun anyway." She grabbed my hand, leading me down the familiar hallway. My pulse quickened at her touch, her palm warm and smooth against mine. I could feel the pressure building, the temptation pushing against the boundaries of our relationship. But fuck it, I wanted her. And so did she.

The studio was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. She closed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click. "Just in case anyone gets any ideas," she murmured, turning to me. Her eyes were hungry, devouring me whole. I couldn't help but smile, my body responding to her, my cock hardening in my workout shorts.

She stepped closer, her breath ragged. "You know, I've been thinking about you," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, neck, and chest. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through me.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire. I gripped her hips, pulling her against me. She gasped, feeling my hardness pressed against her stomach. Her eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Fuck, she was killing me.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers. Our lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss. Tongues clashed, teeth clicked, and we groaned into each other's mouths. She tasted like mint and desire, and I couldn't get enough.

Her hands sliced under my shirt, nails digging into my back, marking me. I growled, cupping her ass, lifting her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heat pressing against my cock. Fuck, I needed more. I needed all of her.

I backed her against the mirrored wall, pressing her against it, grinding into her. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her tits against my chest. I trailed my mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me there, urging me on.

I grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it off smoothly. Her breasts spilled out, glorious and round, straining against the lace of her bra. I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, while my fingers rolled and tugged at the other. She cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps.

I slipped my hand into her shorts, finding her wet and ready. She moaned as my fingers slipped inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit. She was so fucking hot, so fucking ready. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her juices coating my hand.

"Fuck, Jae," she gasped, her hips moving in time with my hand. "More. I need more."

I removed my fingers, licking them clean, tasting her sweetness. She watched, her eyes wide and wanton. I unbuttoned my shorts, pushing them down, my cock springing free. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around me, taking me deep. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair, guiding her.

But I needed more. I needed to be inside her. I pulled her up, turning her around to face the mirror. She braced her hands against it, looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes fiery. I pushed her shorts down, her ass round and firm. I rubbed my cock against her, coating it with her juices. Then, holding her gaze, I pushed inside.

We both gasped, our eyes locked in the mirror. I gripped her hips, pulling out slowly, then slamming back in. She moaned, meeting my thrusts, pushing back against me. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps, the scent of sweat and sex.

I reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles pulsing around me. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I growled. "Come all over my cock."

And she did, her body shaking, her mind screaming. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up.

We stayed like that momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. In the mirror, I could see the Mark of my mouth on her neck, her breasts heaving, her eyes closed in sated pleasure. She leaned back against me, her body pliant.

"This is a dangerous game we're playing, Sooyoung," I whispered, my lips against her ear.

"I know," she replied, turning her head to kiss me. "But fuck it. I've always loved a good challenge."

And with that, she pushed away from the mirror, ready for round two. I smiled, my body already responding. This night was far from over.

We stumbled into the gym's far corner, away from the late-night stragglers, our bodies still feverish from the studio. Sooyoung's nipples were hard, visible through her sports bra, and her face flushed. She pushed me against the wall, her hands eager, finding the waistband of my compression shorts.

"Fuck, Jae," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around my cock. "I need this. Need you." Her voice was a growl, primal and hungry.

I groaned, my head falling back against the wall, as she sank to her knees. She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with debris of desire, then leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from my tip. I shuddered, my hands fisting her hair.

"So greedy," I muttered, my voice ragged.

She smirked, opening her mouth wide, taking me in. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, fucking her mouth. She took me deep, her gag reflex nonexistent, her nose brushing against my groin. Fuck, she was incredible. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building.

Just as I was about to explode, she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us. She stood, wiping her mouth, smirking. "Not yet," she said, her voice sultry. "I have other plans."

She stepped back, pulling her shorts down, her ass bare, her pussy glistening. She turned around, facing the wall, presenting herself to me. "Fuck me, Jae," she said, her voice ragged. "Hard."

I growled, grabbing her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. I pushed in, hard and fast, making her cry out. She went back against me, her ass slapping against my pelvis. We found our rhythm, our bodies moving in sync, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the quiet corner of the gym.

"Fuck, Sooyoung," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good." She moaned, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I could feel her close, her body tensing, her breathing ragged.

Suddenly, her phone rang, the sound harsh and intrusive. She paused, her body still, her orgasm interrupted. "Ignore it," I gritted out, thrusting into her again. She gasped, her body responding, but her eyes were on the phone, a crease forming between her brows.

She reached for it, her voice breathless as she answered. "Hey, what's up?" I could hear the deep baritone of her boyfriend on the other line, his voice annoyed. She listened, her face losing some of its then lust, her body still impaled on mine.

"Yeah, I'll be home soon," she said, her voice normal but her expression detached. She hung up and turned to me, her eyes filled with turmoil.

"Well, that was a buzzkill," I muttered, pulling out of her. She nodded, her arms wrapping around herself, her body suddenly guarded.

"I need to go," she said, her voice distant. "I'll just...clean up."

She walked away, leaving me standing there, my cock still hard, my brain muddled. I leaned against the wall, taking a few deep breaths, willing my body to cooperate. This game was getting messy, and I wasn't sure I liked it. But fuck, she was addictive, and I wanted more.

As I was about to leave, I saw her. She was bent over, washing her hands in the sink, her shorts still around her ankles. Her ass was a thing of beauty, round and firm, her pussy still glistening with our juices. I couldn't help myself. I walked up behind her, grabbed her hips, and plunged back inside her.

She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting me. "Jae, what are you doing?" she moaned, her head falling forward, her hair hiding her face.

"Fucking you," I growled, my hips moving. "Ignoring reality. Just like you wanted."

She moaned, her body responding, her ass pushing back against me. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. I licked and bit, marking her, claiming her. She shuddered, her body tensing, her orgasm building again.

I felt mine coming too, my body coiled tight, my breath ragged. "Come for me, Sooyoung," I grunted, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it. "Come all over my cock."

She did, her body shaking, her inner muscles pulsing around me. I thrust into her once, twice more, then groaned, releasing inside her, filling her up, marking her.

We stayed there momentarily, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged. Then I pulled out, tucking myself back into my shorts. She stood, turning to face me, her eyes filled with tenderness and regret.

"I should go," she whispered, her voice soft.

I nodded, my heart aching. "Yeah. Me too."

But as we walked away, I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And we'd be back here, in this gym, fucking like animals, ignoring the world. Because, fuck, it was good. It was too good to stop now.

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shujohajohaminnie · 1 year ago

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Be louder for me

Genre: Smut

Content: 18+ Minors dni

Word Count: 1714

Summary: During a late night at the studio, things get heated, will the rest of the members find out.

A/N: I read through it but there could be a couple of things I missed

Afab!reader, Profanity, Pet names, Raw Sex, Public sex, Cunnilingus

It was late, you were starting to doze off. You were hoping that Chan meant it when he said five minutes. He had already told both Han and Changbin to go back to the dorm, it was extremely late. Even for them. “Channie how much longer” You whined failing to hold your head in your hands. He had practiced his part of the song so many times you couldn’t keep track. “Alright… I’m ready to record now” he nodded with a smile. “How long is that gonna take” You groaned pushing the red button to connect you to the sound booth. “About ten minutes… then we can go home” “Promise?” “No” “Ugh” You placed your head on the table trying to gather the strength. “Okay to record press the green button on the board”.You lifted your head looking at the board in front of you. What Chris failed to mention was just how many green buttons there were on this board. “This one?” “No the one on the top” “This one?” “To the left” “This one?” “Okay down one” “This one?” “Yup that's the one baby” He smiled sending you a thumbs up. How could you stay mad at him, he was just so cute.

“Cut” You pressed the blue button to stop the recording. “Scrap it” he waved off, running his hands over his face. You turned to the computer, taking the clip he just recorded and deleting it. He was frustrated, and rightfully so, this just wasn’t working the way he wanted it to. It was nothing you were doing, but him. He couldn’t hit the note like he thought he could. He was coming in too late and cutting off too early. “Honey you’re tired we should get you to bed” You yawned taking a sip of the energy drink you were sharing with Chan. It wasn’t doing its job, because with every sip you were feeling more and more tired. “I know” he groaned throwing his head back” “Let me try one more time” He groaned rubbing his face awake. You pressed the record button then pressed the voice button. “You want more monster?” “Yeah let me see if it’ll work” You nodded, grabbing the can and walking over to the booth. You opened the door and handed it to Chan. He reached, but not for the beverage. He took your wrist pulling you closer. Planting a kiss on your lips. “Chris” You gasped, you almost dropped the drink. The last time someone spilled anything in the booth you didn’t hear the end of it from-. “Let's put this down… before we get yelled at by Seungmin again” He whispered, taking the can from your hand and placing it on the side table that was in the booth. He turned back to you, placing a hand on your waist and pushing you against the wall. His plush lips placing butterfly kisses on your jawline, and down to your neck.

“Chris… what if someone hears us” “It’s soundproof baby… we could be as loud as we want” He smirked kneeling in front of you. Maybe it was the tiredness talking but you really wanted to test that theory. “What if someone see’s us” “Its four in the morning honey… who in their right minds is going to be here at this time” He was right. You really couldn’t be as loud as you wanted to in your daily lives. No with the boys constantly at the dorm, and your elderly neighbors complaining about everything you did back in your apartment. He pulled both your sweatpants and underwear down slowly. Taking them completely off and helping your leg onto his shoulder. Oh were you excited for him to hear just how good he made you feel. He kissed up your thigh closer and closer to you sopping pussy. How could you not be horny. Producer Chan was your weakness. You loved the way he spoke when he was in producer mode. So professional, so concentrated, so hot. He placed a single kiss on your clit before he began to suck and swirl his tongue around it.

“Oh my-” You moaned, grabbing his hair. Hearing your filthy moans turning him on quicker than anything. He’s been wanting to hear you so badly lately, already getting a little taste after one evening that he got the dorm for himself. He wanted more, he needed more. "That noise...keep making it." He encouraged bringing his fingers to your entrance not wasting any time to sink them into you. “Oh fuck” You moaned loudly throwing your head back against the soundproof wall. “Fuck CHRIS”. You only ever called him Chris on two separate occasions one, when you were angry with him or wanted him to understand how serious you were about a situation. Two, when you both were having sex and he was making you feel really good. You call him Chan and Channie, all day it wasn’t anything special anymore. Someone could say it could be confusing for him when you do it, but it wasn’t because it was all in the way you said it. One way you would say it in a stern serious voice in the other- “Chris” You moaned loudly tightening around his fingers as you felt that all so familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

“You gonna cum baby? You want to cum on daddy’s face?” He groaned roughly on your pussy, you bit you lip and nodded, he couldn’t see you. Not with his head buried into your heat, oh but he knew you. “Use your words my pretty girl” “Yes” You moaned out loudly tugging on his hair to keep him there in between you legs, but really he had no intention of moving. “Yes what… you wanna cum on daddy’s face and fingers” “Yes yes” You whined nodding you head. “Then cum for me… cum for me baby” He says, speeding up the rate in which his fingers dove in and out of your pussy, his tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit faster as well. You moaned loudly arching your back off the wall. Not a second later your were cumming on his fingers and face. “FUCK CHRIS” You scream feeling your legs shake subtly, threatening to give in right undereath you. Chris toke note of this and stood up quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He pulled you closer and grabbed you by your hips picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around him and kissed his plump lips. “So wet for me baby” He whispered against your lips causing chills to run down your spine. You gasped feeling the tip of his hard cock rub against your clit and entrance. “You ready for me baby?” He whispered against your lips looking into your eyes hungrily. You bit your lip and nodded. “Yes” You whispered looking down. “Good girl” He smirked pushing into you, your mouth dropped open and you threw your head back giving him the opportunity to kiss your neck, and he took it. Placing messy kisses on your neck as you stretched around him. He held you still knowing you needed some time to adjust to him. You always did. You bite your lip out of habit. He shook his head looking at you. “No baby, don’t bite your pretty lips, I want to hear you, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel”

“Chris” You breathe out moving your hips against him. He knew you were ready, so he pulled out slowly and slid back in. “Fuckkkkkkk” He groans his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “You feel so good around me baby. So tight baby”.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. “Fuck Chris feels so good… s-so big” You cry out kissing his neck sucking his soft supple skin. “Marking me baby… want everyone know i’m yours” Chan grunts picking up the pace slamming into you. “Yes” “Yes what baby” “Yes… youre mine” “I’m yours baby… and your mine… my pretty girl” He whispers his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks into you faster and harder, surely leaving marks to remind you of your sinful actions tomorrow.

“Ah oh my God CHRIS” You scream tightening around his cock. He groans leaning his head back. “Fuck princess you gonna cum… you gonna cum for daddy” “Yes” “Cum baby… cum around daddy’s fat cock” “Chris FUCK!”

Han sighed a smile on his face, for the first time in a while he slept really well, and all thanks to Chan releasing him early. As soon as he got back to the dorm he skipped his nighttime routine immediately laying in bed. The second his head hit the pillow he knocked out. He was definitely well-rested. Changbin walked in behind him with two coffees in hand. It was just going to be them too for now. Chan asked them to come in an hour before so they could go over the vocals and see if there was anything that needed adjusting. “Bin look at this” Jisung laughed seeing the length of the audio recorded last night. “He always does that… he always forgets to cut it off” Changbin laughed sitting down next to him. “Let's get just his part and cut the rest yeah?” Han nodded pushing the play button” “Ahh oh my God CHRIS” They both turned to look at each other in shock, it couldn’t be. Oh but it was, an audio recording of the two of you having sex. Having sex in the booth everyone had to use. “Gross” Changbin immediately paused it

“Dude” Han sighed running his hand over his face. “I know were gonna have to move studios again” “Not that… he didn’t record his part… he’s not coming in till later, we’re going to be behind” “That's what your worried about” “Yes… I don’t want to stay late… I value my sleep thank you very much”

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hongjoong x f!reader x mingi smut | mdni 5.2k of course hongjoong cares about his friends but when mingi gets too close to his girl it’s time to remind him sharing is not always caring. nsfw tags under the cut

dom possessive bf!joong, sub simp!mingi, exhibitionism, voyeurism, joong has a point to prove, fingering (f), oral (f), squirting, multiple orgasms (f), a dash of spit kink, unprotected sex (don't), nipple play, praising (f), hair pulling (m), slight degradation (mingi is called desperate and a dog), masturbation (m), dry humping, some mxm but not really (just trust me), leg humping, slight edging, cumming untouched, cum play, cum eating

a/n: idk what happened. i was horny okay? (what's new ?lol) and im not even sorry for the absolute filth that follows.

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Hongjoong, Mingi and yourself have been in the studio for hours now, it was well past into the night but neither of you were complaining. You were way too focussed on producing this song to even feel the effect of fatigue tensing the muscles of your neck and laying heavy on your eyes.

You were all too focussed. Well, you were definitely the one that was the most focused right now. Because as you bent over the mixing board to point out on the screen the section that seemed to require more work, you accidentally found yourself crowding Mingi’s personal space. Of course, you made nothing of it. Mingi was your friend, you’ve been physically close to him dozens of times, it didn’t mean anything in particular. But Mingi has had different feelings about you for a while. Maybe even ever since you started dating Hongjoong and right now the only thing he could see was that the loose fitted tank top you were wearing hung slightly around your chest which resulted in your breasts being on display, in close proximity and right at his eye level.

Subconsciously his eyes were attracted to the exposed skin and he had to bite his bottom lip to repress a small gasp of surprise. He innocently pulled back on the beanie that was falling low on his forehead and his eyes just to be able to look a little better. He didn’t even need to turn his head, only look slightly to the side and he could see everything: the black lace bra you were wearing, the crease between your breasts. He could smell your delicate perfume. Hell, you were so close he could even feel your body warmth radiating on his face. Or maybe the warmth he felt was actually from his own boiling blood rushing to his face… and to his groin.

Hongjoong that was slightly leaning on his office chair saw the whole scene unfold as he peered at the both of you through his large silver framed glasses. Inexplicable anger started to seep into his blood when he saw his friend eyeing you in that way. Hongjoong knew you were beautiful, there was no possible way not to look at you. But he still didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Don’t you think so?” you added when neither of the men you were directly addressing responded.

Mingi only shifted uncomfortably when you stood back straight, oddly averting your eyes and Hongjoong only nodded absentmindedly. You figured they were just too tired to continue and as you were opening your mouth to suggest you should go to sleep and continue later, Hongjoong spoke up.

“Why don’t you go in the recording booth to sample some of the voice lines and we can all decide which one sounds better?” He suggested and you lit up.

“Great idea” you said, grabbing the music sheets and disappearing behind the door of the soundproof recording booth to reappear through the small window. You slipped on the headset, adjusted the mic stand and spread out the music sheets while Mingi and Hongjoong looked at you silently. You gave two thumbs up when you were ready.

“Okay great” Your boyfriend’s voice resonated in the headset. “Let’s start with the first one” you nodded and soon after heard the music cue.

Both of the men in the small space right next door were strangely quiet. Mingi couldn’t stop shifting on his chair as he tried to find a position that would conceal his hard on. Trying to concentrate on your voice coming through the speakers and not the way you smelled or the slutty lingerie your were wearing under such unsuspecting clothes or your beautiful and perfect fucking tits shoved right into his face, both his hands laying over them and palming them as he buried his face between. Fuck he was getting harder.

“What do you think?” Hongjoong asked him as you were still singing through the speakers.

Right there Mingi realized he hadn’t been paying any attention to what was going on around him. His mind was poisoned by the images he was so vividly picturing: you slipping off the flimsy tank top and taking his hands to lay over the bra, asking him to play with your tits, begging him to take off the lace that was keeping you from feeling his hands on your nude skin. Or you spread out onto the mixing table with Mingi’s face buried between your thighs, getting to finally taste you and hear you as he made you feel good, feeling your pussy throb under his tongue smearing your wetness all over his face. That was what Mingi was paying attention to, not the song. Definitely not the song.

But he needed to find something to say before he looked suspicious so he went another route. A route that wasn’t directly about the song but still close enough to pass.

“I think she’s a good addition to the team. Look at how far we’ve come with this song already? Of course we still have to run it by Eden but I mean it’s pretty much done.”

“No” Hongjoong started, already his tone was a lot less neutral, tipping towards the cold end of the spectrum. And Mingi bit his lip thinking his friend was going to ask him to be more specific about the voice samples he wasn’t listening to but how wrong he was...

“I mean physically what do you think?” Hongjoong’s tone was now as glacial as could be as he did his best to dissimulate the burning rage that was hiding behind the biting cold tone.

The words didn’t make any sense in Mingi’s mind. So he turned to his friend trying to find on his face a hint that could help him make the sentence he just heard make sense. But he only found Hongjoong looking right at him, dead serious, an unfamiliar darkness about his aura.

“What?” he asked, dumbfounded and utterly confused.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend?"

This time around Mingi heard correctly, that he was sure of. But he was still just as confused about the whole ordeal. “What the fuck are you on ab-”

“I saw you practically drooling all over her tits earlier” Hongjoong interrupted him, piercing eyes peering at his friend over his rectangular glasses. Now Mingi was shifting in his seat again.

Fuck… he saw that.

Mingi started to stammer to whip up a reasonable excuse but his pressured mind couldn’t come up with anything worthwhile. Of course! Because there was no reasonable excuse. Truth was he gave in to his primal instinct and couldn’t look away.

But very fortunately for him that’s when you emerged from the recording booth.

“So what are we thinking? Clearly my delivery wasn’t the best for the second option but cut me some slack and just imagine Jongho, okay?” you said, your exhaustion seeping through your words in the form of exasperation, completely oblivious of the heavy air that was stretching between the two friends.

Mingi jumped on the occasion to escape the humid tension that was raising the hairs on his nape.

“I need to make a call” he abruptly said as he stood up and hurriedly left the studio. You sighed slowly coming to term with the idea that sadly, you won’t be able to finish the song tonight.

“What’s his deal?”

***

Mingi didn’t need long. He just needed a couple of minutes to gather his thoughts, that's all. He thought as he rushed to the bathroom and locked the door right behind him, even though you three were the only ones left here.

“What the fuck were you thinking” he whispered to his reflexion pointing an accusing finger at the mirror above the sink. "Of course he noticed!" He slipped his white beanie off and settled it on the edge of the sink. He splashed his face a couple times with water in an attempt to clear his mind. But even the cold water wasn't enough to soothe the aching hard on that was currently pressing tight onto the cold ceramic of the bathroom sink.

Mingi looked at himself for a second, pondering.

"Fuck it!" He concluded before shoving his hand down his loose-fitting sweats and pulling his rock hard cock out.

"I just need to cum real quick" he said to himself in an almost apologetic tone. Almost bargaining with himself.

He spat in his open palm and dragged the warm liquid to his cockhead with a lowly sigh of relief that made his Adam's apple vibrate in his throat.

"God- fuck-" he breathed out. Mingi didn't even need to focus on anything in particular to get himself there. He just closed his eyes and images of you came running forth.

He saw himself ripping your tank top and bra off in one movement freeing your beautiful tits and groping them right in front of his friend. He saw you sinking to your knees pulling his sweatpants down and taking him into your mouth. Your lips perfectly stretching around his large cock.

He spat in his hand again picturing the wetness and tightness of your throat instead of his balled fist. Loud and lewd noises erupted from the act, squelching wet sounds coupled with heavy sighs and strangled moans he struggled to keep behind his teeth.

"F-fuckkk" he whined a little more high pitched than anticipated. He picked up the pace, pressing his thumb on his tip to squeeze the precum out as he felt himself twitch.

If Hongjoong only knew how right he was. Mingi did want to fuck his girlfriend. He wanted to fuck you so bad. How he would have loved to stuff you full of his cock right then and there. Bending you over the armchair and snaking his big hand into your hair making you look up at your boyfriend while he just watched helplessly as Mingi claimed you, pounding into you mercilessly, splitting you open on his cock, your pretty face contorted into blissful agony because of him. For him. Only him.

He let your name roll off his hot tongue a hundred times in muffled and secret pants and moans until the pleasure was unbearable, uncontainable and spilled over the edge of Mingi’s sinful mind. And he was spraying his warm cum all over his fist and the bathroom sink in a last broken complaint of your name, his other hand tightly gripping the edge of the sink as if his large and ample thighs were going to give out.

He looked at his mess in the sink and took a couple of deep breaths. That should be enough to get his mind out of the gutter… Right?

***

“What’s his deal?” you said nodding to the door. Your boyfriend only shrugged nonchalantly while you settled the music sheets on the mixing board, shoulders flat and defeated.

“You look tired baby” Hongjoong added with a warm smile ignoring your question about Mingi. He didn't want to talk about him right now. “Cm’here” he said patting his lap invitingly. You accepted the offer and settled yourself comfortably in Hongjoong’s lap, letting your back rest against his chest. He took advantage of the position to sneak in kisses to the base of your nape and nuzzling his nose in your neck. And before you knew it his hands had snaked around your waist and lightly stroked your inner thighs. The light touches lifted goosebumps on your bare skin, thanks to the skirt you chose to wear today.

Soon enough you had completely fallen into your boyfriend’s embrace. You were so relaxed now that you forgot about everything else and you didn’t even realize how his legs came over yours to spread them nice and wide. But you did feel when his sneaky hands slipped under your skirt and stroked the thin fabric of your black lace underwear. You jolted but Hongjoong’s legs around yours kept you in position.

“Joongie” you started to whine when he applied more pressure to your sensitive area.

“Shhh” he soothed you with more kisses. “Let me help you unwind” he said softly in your ear.

“But what if Mingi comes back?”

Hongjoong didn’t answer that, only smirking against your nape and sliding your underwear to the side. That’s enough of an answer for you, and even more so when Hongjoong dipped his finger to your entrance while his other hand sneaked under your loose tank top and under your bra to cup your breast. You could only let a moan slither through your teeth when Hongjoong gathered your wetness in slow circles over your opening to drag it back to your clit.

“I barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hongjoong noticed as you complained with another little whine. “My naughty girl~”he sang. “I bet that’s exactly what you were waiting for, huh? My hands all over your pretty little pussy.”

He started to draw circles on the erect nub inevitably making your little cunt create a big mess under your skirt. As he picked up the pace he started to pull a little harder at your nipple making you moan just a little louder than you anticipated, making you clap your hand over your traitorous mouth.

“Be careful baby. We want to be able to hear when Mingi comes back” you felt heat rush to your neck at the idea of getting caught in this position. That’s when Hongjoong pushed his index and middle finger past your entrance. You moaned again against your fingers, eyebrows digging a crease in your forehead as you tried to remain as silent as possible. Maybe you could muffle your voice but the same thing couldn’t be said about the squelching noises your boyfriend was dragging out of your sopping wet cunt. Long strings of arousal linking his fingers and your heat every time he pulled out to play with your painfully sensitive clit.

Your high was nearing and as the pleasure rose you slowly forgot about your whereabouts so when you heard footsteps coming your way from the hall you stiffened in your boyfriend’s lap. Instinctively trying to close your legs. But Hongjoong’s strong thighs kept you exactly like you were.

“J-Joongie…hmph…M-Min-gi” you struggled to say as Hongjoong kept on teasing your clit and nipple.

Your eyes darted over to the door when you heard the recognizable clatter of the handle, your heartbeat started to raise and you struggled to close your legs.

“Stay put baby.” Hongjoong breathed against the shell of your ear. Which made you stop. “I want you stay exactly like this”

You can’t describe the overwhelming shame that took over you when you saw the door being pushed open and you were met with Mingi.

It only took mere milliseconds for Mingi’s eyes to dart from your flushed face and half lidded eyes to the suspicious movements under your skirt and to Hongjoong’s smug little smile.

Mingi’s cheeks instantly became scarlet red as he turned his head around to look away. But even if he couldn't see anymore he could still hear the sound of your cunt being stretched open by Hongjoong’s fingers as well as your soft muffled moans. And even though he just jacked off in the bathroom he still felt his pants becoming tighter once again.

“You can look” Hongjoong started. “I’ll allow it. So you can see she only belongs to me”

Mingi barely wrapped his mind around the words but nonetheless he slowly looked in your direction again. Instantly he felt blood rush to his lower half again, reaching full hardness in a matter of seconds but how could he not? When you sounded and looked so divine and adorable at the same time. Even behind your hands clamped over half your face, muffling your sounds and wet eyes looking back at him occasionally fluttering close and open when he guessed Hongjoong was expertly teasing you. How could he not when he saw your skirt being lifted up and being let down at such a rapid pace accompanied with those wet and lewd sounds that were erupting from between your legs. The sinful acts only concealed by the damn piece of fabric.

It took Mingi everything he had to not just whip his cock out right then and there and stroke himself again. Instead his stupidly hard cock laid uselessly in his pants leaking precum in his underwear.

“I bet you want to see what’s going on under there, huh?” Hongjoong taunted, as Mingi stared obtusely between your thighs, with his mouth agape and his cock poking through his sweatpants.

Mingi already came this far and maybe lust was clouding his judgment and desire was getting the best of him but he nodded slowly peeling his eyes off the cursed skirt to look at his friend’s devious little smirk playing on his lips.

“I’ll let you if you get on your knees and-”

In a split second Mingi found himself kneeling in front of the both of you, interrupting Hongjoong.

“You’re really that much of a simp for my girlfriend? Have some dignity, bro” Your boyfriend spat. But Mingi barely registered the insult he was entranced by the way your skirt was lifting and falling. He'll have time to mourn his lost dignity tomorrow. Tonight he did not intend on letting his chance slip away.

“Come closer” Hongjoong commanded and Mingi crawled to you until his face was way too close for comfort. At this close distance Mingi heard the sounds of your wet cunt being abused as clear as day as loud as bells. He even wished he could record them to play them forever but if he wants to relive this moment he will only be able to count on his memory, maybe that was why he was so attentive. He wanted to remember every detail. He took a deep breath inhaling your scent that was now floating to his nose. You smelled divine, the right amount of sweet and sinful. The perfect cocktail. Strong but oh so feminine. A fragrance that went straight to his head to burn his last two functioning brain cells.

“Now promise after tonight you won’t ever look at my girl ever again” Mingi didn’t need to hear it twice. He immediately followed with the request.

“I promise I won’t look at y/n ever again” Mingi hurriedly said, almost choking on his saliva. Truth be told, in this instant he would have agreed to virtually anything, he would have eaten the off white beanie right then and there if he was asked to. He’ll think about the consequences tomorrow.

“Okay baby, lift up your skirt” Hongjoong said his tone changing radically, as stern as he was when addressing Mingi he was now soft and gentle with you.

“But Joongie” you whined right before a moan beat to the punch another complaint as your boyfriend slipped his fingers out of your heat to circle your clit once more.

“Come on baby, be a good girl and do as you’re told” he said before shoving his fingers back in earning another muffled moan. “Show your pretty little pussy to our guest.”

Slowly but surely your hands left your face to wrap your fingers around the hem of your skirt at both your sides. Mingi couldn't believe his eyes as he looked up at your flushed face looking right back into his eyes as you carefully lifted up your skirt. His eyes darted straight down to your core. His hard cock immediately jumped inside his sweatpants, his eyes grew twice as big and his mouth started to water. There was nothing that was more beautiful in the world he thought as he slipped the beanie off his head, setting it carelessly on the ground beside him.

The way your perfect little cunt accepted Hongjoong’s fingers, clamping around them every time he pulled them out to circle your clit a couple of times before pushing them back in again, your little cunt emjoying the attention and twitching under Mingi’s scrutinizing gaze.

You felt the thrill of being watched as you looked at Mingi, eyeing you like a famished man. His hair disheveled and his cheeks pink. It made your core tingle with a brand new source of arousal and you wiggled your toes in lustful shame.

“Fuck” Mingi said under his breath making you moan a little louder as you watched him being entranced by you.

The thrill rocketed you to your high and you started to squirm and clench around Hongjoong’s fingers. He knew exactly what it meant.

“P-please Joongie. Can I-” you panted as your fists tensed up around the hem of the skirt but never letting your hold falter making sure Mingi saw every part of you. Normally Hongjoong liked to tease you but this time he wanted to reward you for being such a good and obedient girl. And moreover he wanted to give his friend a good show of how only he could make you feel this good.

“Look carefully” he whispered, addressing his friend kneeling between your legs, eyes perfectly leveled with your pussy. “Cum baby” he said, his hot lips pressed to your ear. And you immediately let go. Letting your walls grip Hongjoong’s fingers urging them to reach further as you twitched uncontrollably, your cum flowing out of you in quick spurts. Soaking the carpeted floor. Mingi’s jaw dropped to the ground as he watched the precious nectar being wasted on the carpet. His throat suddenly feeling as dry and the saharan desert, licking his chapped lips instinctively at the fleeting and forbidden thought of connecting his lips to your core to have a taste of you.

Hongjoong accompanied you gently as you rode off your high, your back arched into his chest. Hongjoong pulled his fingers until only his first knuckle was still inside and spread his fingers apart, stretching you open beautifully for Mingi to look at how your walls fluttered around nothing, your orgasm prolonging as your chest rose and fell rapidly, your moans slowly dying off.

“Look at how pretty she is just for me” Hongjoong added, spreading his fingers even wider, as you whined again but still holding the hem of the skirt up with purpose. This way Mingi could even see your cervix pulsing, he could almost hear it demanding cum. Demanding to be fucked full of cum and knocked up right then and there, holding Mingi as witness.

“Fuck” was the only thing Mingi could enunciate truth be told his brain was completely fried and he didn't have the wits to come up with anything more clever.

You couldn’t help but squirm again as Mingi leaned in to have a better view at your most private parts, his nose was now only a couple of inches away from your cunt and he couldn't help but to take a big whiff of you. Your essence absolutely bewitched him… he just couldn't help but to wonder how you tasted.

“You did so good baby” Hongjoong soothed immediately as he slipped his fingers out bringing them to his mouth. Mingi followed his friend's tongue wrap around his digits and lap up the precious liquid coating them as he instinctively swiped his tongue on his bottom lip, his hard and leaking cock slowly forming a pool of precum in his sweatpants.

“How do you think she tastes?” Hongjoong taunted his friend again.

“Fucking delicious” Mingi sighed his dick twiching at the thought of your wetness coating his tongue.

“Trust me whatever you're imagining. It’s better. ” Hongjoong said, holding his saliva and cum coated fingers to your lips which you welcome into your mouth. “How do you taste baby?” he asked, smirking at his friends looking with the most desperate of eyes at how you licked off his fingers clean.

“So good Joongie” you replied before he popped his fingers out of your mouth with a lewd sound.

Mingi watched as he swallowed thickly just as you did so, echoing the sound with his own mouth as if this way he would get a taste.

“Baby you’re so hot I got so fucking hard for you” Hongjoong whispered in your neck and pressed a couple of wet kisses to the shell of your ear and jerked his hips into you poking his cock on your ass.

You didn’t need anything more to busy your hand and freeing Hongjoong’s cock from the uncomfortable restrains.

“Sit on my cock baby” he urged, with all of that teasing he also got pretty worked up.

When your boyfriend’s cock rubbed on your folds you jolted your hips in anticipation. Before aligning him with you and slowly sinking your hips on his. Mingi held his breath at how your pussy perfectly fitted around him, perfectly expanded to have him whole inside you until you bottomed out with a whiny and breathy moan.

“Good girl” he said, wrapping both his hands under your thighs and thrusting up into you. The first couple of strokes were slow, mainly to warm you up to him but also to let Mingi have a good look at his cock splitting you open.

“Joongie~~” you cried as you let Hongjoong take control. “Fuck it feels so good” you let your head rolls back onto his shoulder

“Yeah? You like that?” he said as he sped up.

“Fuck yeah I love it. I love your cock” you declared.

Mingi couldn't believe his eyes or his ears as a matter of fact. To hear you say such sinful things, hearing you make these unholy noises. Getting to see your cunt clench around his friend's dick. There was not a trace of doubt in Mingi’s mind. You were made just for his cock. Perfectly molded just for him.

“Who’s cock do you love baby?” Hongjoong asked through gritted teeth, maintaining the deadly pace between pants and groans.

“Yours!! Your cock!! Kim Hongjoong’s cock!!!!” you replied hurriedly, almost instinctively. Your mind is only filled with thoughts of your boyfriend.

“Hear that?” Hongjoong asked, almost laughing as if his friend's misery entertained him. Mingi didn’t even need to look at him; he could hear the shit eating grin from a mile away. He was annoyed at that but he was even more annoyed at the way he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuckkk” Mingi moaned when your shin accidentally brushed over his clothed crotch. He felt pityfull for it but he couldn't help it. He wrapped both his hands around your calf and started to hump your leg. The last strand of sanity out the window as he mindlessly humped your leg like a dog.

“You’re that desperate huh? That’s fucking laughable. you're really like a dog” Hongjoong laughed again. “Pathetic.” But Mingi didn’t even hear. He was too focussed on looking at your cunt swallowing Hongjoong’s dick and spit it back out covered in your glistening juices, said juices pooling on Hongjoong’s pants and staining them.

Fucked you looked so fucking delicious, and your leg felt so good on his miserably hard cock he couldn’t stop the high pitched moans from leaving his lips and being set free in the small studio, joining yours and Hongjoong’s in a sinful trio. Undoubtedly the most beautiful and harmonious song ever produced within these four soundproof walls.

“Are you close baby?” Hongjoong asked between pants, his hips never faltering, fucking up into you and rearranging your guts.

“Yessss” you cried. “so– so c-close”

“You need a little help to get there?”

Mingi’s ears perked up.

“Yes” you replied, shyly, getting an idea of what that implied.

“Mingi?” Hongjoong asked and instantly Mingi wrapped his mouth around your clit. You threw your head back, your moans morphing into literal screams of bliss. Mingi had been so starved of your taste ever since you started dating Hongjoong. He found himself wondering how you tasted like and he was not about to keep that an eternal mystery. He closed his lips around your nub sucking at it like a starved man. Twirling his tongue on the bud, even dipping deep down at your entrance, he didn’t mind one bit if he felt his tongue dragged along the cock of his friend as Hongjoong rammed into your tight cunt, all he wanted was to taste your juices that pooled the sides to drag them up to your clit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” you announced, your hand instinctively finding Mingi’s locks of hair and pulling at it. Making him groan against your folds, his hips snapping against your legs as he grunted louder and louder by the second.

“Cum, baby. Let him taste how much you love me” Hongjoong groaned as he felt you grip tighter around him, your hungry cunt urging him to deliver his warm load. Demanding to be filled to the brim.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming. Gonna fuck you full of my cum” Hongjoong warned.

“Y-yes please fill me up!! pleasepleaseplease” you started to mumble, your words all jumbled up in a desperate and lust induced plea.

“Fucking take it” Hongjoong said giving a particularly sharp thrust into you, his tip going up to kiss your cervix and delivering his huge and warm load right into your womb as you also let go of the burning coil in your guts, your walls spasmming around Hongjoong’s cock and your clit throbbing under Mingi’s tongue. Once more your cum gushed out of you like a waterfall and soaking Mingi’s face. Hongjoong’s relentless thrusts pulling the white cum out until it perfectly mixed with yours, the bitter taste of his friend’s load coating his tongue and making Mingi dizzy on your and Hongjoong’s love

“Fuckkk” Mingi groaned as his hips became less precise, creaming himself with his cum, the warm seed spreading into his boxer and seeping through the sweatpants to form a visible dark gray stain. His dick uncontrollably twitching inside his pants as he moaned face flushed against your folds, his tongue continuously lapping up your cunt and around Hongjoong’s cock until both the men came to a stop.

When Hongjoong pulled out, Mingi let go of your leg to plunge his face between your thighs, lapping up the cum dripping out of your fluttering and shapeless little hole and swallowing it in big gulps. Dragging his tongue to your over sensitive clit, not caring for your overstimulated body until you pulled him by the hair off your exhausted puffy cunt.

“Stop~~” you whined breathlessly which snapped Mingi out of his trance as he looked up at you with fucked out eyes, lips swollen and his face made shiny with both your releases.

“There!” Hongjoong said. “You got what you wanted. Now don't go and forget your promise.”

Mingi groaned… he almost did forget about that. This opportunity might never happen again but he will always have the memory of this night in the studio and your taste on his tongue he thought, licking his lips.

“Fine”

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But I Love You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong is struggling through his hiatus and misses his best friend. You try your best to be there for him, even when it feels like he doesn’t want you around.

Warnings: slight angst, a lot of GD yearning for TOP. Very minor language.

Things hadn’t exactly been easy since Jiyong had decided to take a hiatus. You weren’t really sure if he even knew what a hiatus was. Everyday you’d wake to find him in the studio, writing new material, a stressed look on his face. You’d hoped that a break would’ve actually been just that - but the man didn’t know how to quit. You’d pull him out every night when you could tell he was getting frustrated hoping the next day would be better.

You’d have secret conversations with Youngbae and Daesung whenever you got too worried, knowing deep down that the only person he’d reason with had shut him out. Morning came quickly and you were awoken to Jiyong emerging from his blanket cocoon.

“Jiyong, why don’t we just take a rest today?” You tried your best to make your voice sound normal, not a hint of pleading in there but he picked up on it and sighed.

“I can’t today. I really have to finish this song.” He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and you took the opportunity to really look at him. The dark circles you thought you’d imagined were real. His skin seemed pale, he looked worn out. “Maybe we can do something tomorrow.” He got out of bed, offered you a smile and headed out of the room.

You couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt as he disappeared from the room. You knew Jiyong loved you, of course he did, but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten. You never wanted to come between him and his work, you knew how he got when he felt like he was up against a wall. But something needed to change.

With a heavy sigh, you got out of bed, made yourself presentable and headed out of the house. You unfortunately couldn’t sit around waiting for him today. Work called and even if you’d been willing to call in earlier, that had changed the second Jiyong walked out of the bedroom. You knew you should stay home, save him from himself but you needed a break too. Maybe a without you hovering would help.

When you pulled into the drive that evening everything felt off. The lights were off, the lights were never off - unless you were sleeping.

“Jiyong?” You called as you entered the house, closing the front door with a soft thud.

You were greeted with silence and the soft meow of your cars. You weren’t going to worry. You weren’t worried. You kept telling yourself that as you wandered the house in search of him. Where the fuck was he?

You paused outside the door to his studio, you’d never gone in there before. Not that you couldn’t, it just was so very him that you didn’t want to disturb his sanctuary. You pressed your ear up to the door but it was useless, the room was so soundproofed you couldn’t hear a thing..

The site that unfolded in front of you hadn’t been what you’d expected. There on the couch in the sound booth was your boyfriend passed out clutching what appeared to be lyrics. So that was why the house was dark, he hadn’t bothered to leave the studio once. You moved the papers out of his hands, careful not to read any of his work and shook him awake.

“Hey” he smiled as his eyes locked with yours. “What are you doing in here?” You moved to sit down next to him and shrugged.

“The house was dark. I didn’t know where you were.” He scooted slowly, to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry I worried you, I must’ve passed out. I’ve not been sleeping well.” He admitted. Your head snapped looking over at him, worry etched in your brows. “See, that look right there is why I didn’t tell you. You don’t need to worry about me.” You frowned, reaching a hand out to touch him.

“Talk to me. What’s going on with you?” You should’ve asked sooner, but you’d been hoping you were over reacting.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you.

“I keep thinking if I write the right song, the best song, he’ll read it and come back.”

You could hear the pain in his voice, and it made you want to protect him from ever feeling this way again. His best friend was doing what he thought was best for everyone - which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“I don’t think it’s that simple, oppa.” Seunghyun had been your friend too and you weren’t blind to the void that he left behind. “Seunghyun needs time to heal, he didn’t leave because he wanted to. He left because he felt he had to.” You eyed the sheet holding the lyrics Jiyong has been working on. “Can I read it?”

He nodded and handed the lyrics over. Any other girl might be jealous of such heartfelt feelings being written about someone else but not you. You understand their relationship, he’d come first. They’re more than best friends, they were family and both of them were hurting.

“It’s perfect.”

“You’re biased” he smirked, taking the paper back and tucking it into his pocket.

“Maybe, but it’s still perfect. You should record it.” He shook his head.

“It’s not Bigbang without him.” You offered up a reassuring smile, a playful glint in your eye,

“So make it GD.”

You hardly ever referred to him as his stage name and he smiled before hiding his face with his hands. There he was. That shy adorable guy you loved so much.

“Maybe.” He yawned, stretching his arms before standing up. “Thank you for this. I should’ve told you sooner.” You shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it. Just know you’re not alone, ok?”

He nodded. reaching his arm out to you, helping you to your feet.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been acting not myself lately, I just don’t know how to let people in fully. I get in my head and think I have to do it all alone.” He apologized as he led you both out of the studio. Turning on the lights as he went.

“You’re not alone. I’m always going to be here for you. Even if you don’t want to talk about whatever’s going on, I’m still here.”

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, wishing you could take all his pain away. He pulled you toward him, a small smile on his face. Not his big grin you’d grown to love over the years but it was a start.

“I love you. He mumbled before pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you too.” You smiled against his lips.

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write4cench · 2 years ago

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distractions.

summary: central cee and you decided to collaborate together on a track together, but when things get a little too heated your minds drive… elsewhere

pairings: single!central cee x reader

genre: smut.. just smut

word count: 2.6k+ (unedited)

a/n: this is my first smut lmao can't believe i've done this, i mean i couldn’t help it central cee too fine. i’m not the best at it though.. 😁😁🙏🏾

central cee and you both spend your time in his private studio, located in his apartment. it's decently sized but not too spacious, regardless it gets the job done and the both of you manage to produce and record your lines for the track.

you've both wanted to work with one another on a song together and so have your fans, they've been awaiting this for so long that your management team decided it was the best decision.

you stand on inside of the booth looking down at the lyrics sheet that lies in front of you, humming the rhythm before the track plays within your headphones and you begin to sing along over your back vocals.

cench sits in front of you layed back in one of the wheely chairs that sit behind the booth, he watches you sing nodding his head to the rhythm of the song but also impressed by your vocal abilities.

it's the two of you alone in the studio which is quiet unusual considering the fact that during the last studio sessions the studio was filled with friends of central cee who decided to show up.

but instead this time, it's only the two of you. but it feels far from awkward it feels comforting and you both focus on getting the work done.

the song's chorus comes to and end and he stops the instrumental from playing again, upon finishing you glance at him and put a thumbs up asking him if you did good enough of a job, he nods and you do a small celebration that makes him laugh.

he begins to speak but it's too muffled due to the soundproof booth so you take your headphones off and open the door slightly to hear him better, "you did great, we don't even have to run it over again." he admits and you smile.

"you sure, i feel like some of it was a little off." you tell him but he shakes his head in refusal so you decided to leave it since it is his song after all.

"can i hear it over?" you ask him and he nods playing it over again, you put the headphones back onto your head and listen to it carefully.

the song starts off with central cee's wonderful rap that as usual never miss, the song then slips into the chorus that you sing and the beat drop before it sounds perfect.

the booth of you glance at one another in satisfaction at the song so far, sharing a smile as it continues before stopping at the progress so far.

"i think it's great so far." you say with a sigh as you sit behind the booth on one of the wheely chair turning yourself side to side.

"it's more than great." he mumbles.

the room is quiet and you decide to take out your phone, you glance at the time to see it read 10:43pm, it's getting later and you consider leaving within the next 20 minutes.

he finds an interest in the piano in front of the two of you, playing random notes that don't even sound too great together, you watch him finding the sight hilarious he notices so and shrugs embarrassed.

"i'm not too much a piano player," he sighs shaking his head trying to save himself, "i took lessons for a week and gave up on it." he clarifies and you nod your head numerously in a joking manner.

"can you even play any instrument?" you ask him genuinely and he shakes his head, your mouth drops in disbelief.

"maybe it's something i should get into, i don't play anything." he admits before smiling sheepishly.

"i'll show you something."

your hands find a placement onto the keyboard, testing out the position by pressing down on the notes to get the right keys. you begin to play something small and watch how his face turns into full surprise.

you smile as you continue before you get to distracted by him watching you and pause, "i can't focus with you watching me like that." you tell him annoyed and he laughs.

"forget i'm even here." he sighs closing his eyes and leaning back into your seat; you watch him do so frowning.

"how am i supposed to forget your there." you tell him but he doesn't respond so you exhale deeply before continuing to play the piano.

you'd admit, it's been a while since you've last played the piano but you've impressed yourself by still remembering the notes to the piece you play every single time.

you continue to play the piano forgetting he's even there until you come to an end, when you turn to look at him he's still laid back into his seat with his eyes closed, his hood lying over his head.

is he sleeping?

you hit him on the side of his arm and he winces before sitting upright, his hand rushing to soothe where he was attacked, "that fucking hurt." he groans and you smile to yourself.

"were you sleeping whilst i was playing?" you question him and he sighs still whining over the punch you just gave him.

"you didn't need to punch me like that," he starts watching how you only smile, "i wasn't sleeping, i was just resting my eyes innit."

you hum in response and watch how he sits upright in his seat rolling the chair over to stand beside you, he glances over the keys on the piano before speaking. "teach me something." he says.

"what am i supposed to teach you." you question him, he shrugs his shoulders with a yawn not helping you one bit.

"i dunno, maybe a chord or some shit." he utters and you bite your lip in thought of watch chord to do. he watches as your hand runs along the keyboard thinking of a position before it plays a chord.

he watches you carefully and when the pleasing sound rings he glances at you only to find you looking at him already, "did you see that?" you ask him and he shakes his head.

you roll your eyes in response, "what, am i supposed to get it on the first try?" he questions you confused only to see you nod.

you watch as his tattooed hand reaches over attempting to do the same hand movement that you did, but it doesn't succeed to make the correct sound.

"no, your supposed to do it like this." you mumble, your hand reaching over to correct his. you move his hand one down along and place it on top of his getting him to push it down as it sounds the correct chord.

"what chord was that?" he asks you curiously, you glance to look at him and it's only then you both notice how close you are to one another.

"c." you say. upon hearing your response he laughs to himself and you watch him confused, after seeing your confused face he stops laughing.

"it wasn't a c, for central cee." you mumble.

"yeah, definitely."

"you're not that special." you joke to him as you move your hand away from his and he nods gazing at you, it's only when you look up that your eyes meet his.

"mhm."

silence. you don't know what to say to him and you won't lie the way that his voice sounded when he hummed did something to you. you feel your cheeks begin to redden and you mentally curse at yourself.

luckily, the room is tinted dark blue so it's impossible for him to notice a thing; or it could just really be due to your melanated skin.

it's obvious that he notices how he's caught you out of words as a smirk grows upon his face, you watch his lips do so until he brings you out of your thoughts. "i got you quiet, i won." he mumbles.

you remain quiet not saying anything until the space between the two of you becomes smaller, before you could think of anything your lips press against his.

you can feel his smirk widen against your lips wider before he kisses you back, deeper but not too desperate. you don't even notice the fact you've just kissed central cee, your mind is just completely filled with.. desire.

the kiss runs long and you feel his arms wrap around your lower waist bringing you close to him, but the inconvenience of the chairs makes you get up from your chair and sit up on his lap instead.

it's then that everything hits you and you pull apart from his lips, your chest heaves numerously in sync with his and you eyes glance all over his face as you realise what's happening.

his gaze reads something completely different, his once playful eyes have turned dark and hazy showcasing lust instead it makes you ache for more and the position of you siting up on him creates even more need within your lower region.

"fuck." he says and before you know it, he's kissing you again. the kiss is more desperate and you fall into it, he takes the dominance but you try to keep a hold of everything by wrapping your arms around his neck.

you feel him grow harder and harder beneath you just how you grow desperate and desperate, you need him badly just as bad as you need him. you'd never ever think that tonight would turn out the way it did.

your hips subconsciously begin to move slowly against his but he grabs a hold of you stopping you, his lips part away from you and you frown at him, he sees this and smiles.

he kisses your neck and you lean your head back giving him even more space, you don't care that you'll probably end up with hickies all over your neck when you feel him slightly bite you, all you need is him.

"i need you so bad." he mumbles against your neck before pecking your neck all the way up to the side of your face, you look at one another before it hits and you share a smile.

before you know it your up from his lap and your hands occupy themselves into pulling his sweats down, when you see the sight of his harden self through his pants you glance back up at him only to see him covering his face with his hand.

you pull down his boxers and he springs free his member hitting you against your nose catching you aback, you stare at him for a moment but a moment too long and he peers down at you.

"don't just stare at it." he groans and you smile, you lick the tip of his cock and the pleasing sensation sends a moan to leave his lips. you tease him, your tounge running around the tip where he's most sensitive and he moans.

he grows to desperate and before you know it his hand comes up to your head, he finds a comfort in your hair before he pushes your head down his shaft slowly.

you breathe through your nose as you take in his size before growing used to it and beginning to pump your head slowly down his shaft continuously causing him to groan quietly.

he uses your head to help him reach his high, pumping you slowly down him but also muttering how good you are occasionally. you feel your eyes begin to water slightly but luckily you don't have to much of a gag reflex.

"fuck, you're so good." he groans as he watches you take him, his hand helping to move your hair away from your face, he closes his eyes tightly as he approaches his orgasm.

his moans become shorter and more intense and it's then you can tell that he's about to release any minute. perfect. you pull away from him and he looks down at you confused.

you watch as he glares at you annoyed, "what the fuck was that for?" he asks you but you don't say anything rubbing your mouth clean with the back of your hand.

his eyes don't leave you once, reading nothing but pissed at the interruption of his orgasm, he watches you as you take off your trousers and pants; his cock twitching ever so slightly as it pleads for your attention.

"you think i'd let you cum first?" you ask him and he furrows his brows in complete denial.

you approach him as you kick away your lower clothes that pool around your feet, glaring at him "fuck me then." you tell him, he watches you with his mouth agape never expecting to see you turn into a completely different person.

you lean against the producing equipment waiting for him expectantly, but when you feel his presence behind you and his hands hold your ass you let out a moan.

he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the sudden pain before he rubs your cheek to soothe it. he pulls out a condom from the inside of his pocket and you turn around to glance at him at the sound of it opening.

"you had that on you all along?" you ask him and he grins taking it out before pulling it over his cock.

"knew i'd need it." and with that he pushes himself into you slowly without warning making your mouth agape.

he waits for a moment until he's all the way in you before he starts to move, thrust in and out of you each time causing you to moan.

your bodies are in sync as he fucks you getting turned on by the sight of you bent before him as he fucks you senseless. he gradually becomes more faster and his thrusts become stronger.

"shit." you moan although your words sound all messed up due to the rocking back and forth you experience from his thrusts.

your hands hold onto the bumpy toggles in front of you trying to find something to hold onto as you take each thrust that runs through you. you're floating in ecstasy and it all feels too good.

he moans many things under his breath that you can't pick up on too busy by being engulfed in the intense pleasure you experience as you gradually approach your high.

you feel his hand reach over underneath you, rubbing your sensitive clit whilst he takes you; the feeling of him inside you, but his hand rubbing on your sensitive bud makes it all eventually unbareable.

your moans become louder and more desperate as you feel your high approaching; once again his hand slaps your ass earning another loud gasp from you.

your hair is held up my his hand and it's obvious your makeup is probably fucked up by now, but at this point that doesn't even matter to you anymore. everything just feels too good.

you reach your orgasm and pant vigorously, he notices this and pulls out of you rubbing himself with his hand as he releases himself inside of his condom.

you rest your head on the equipment in front of you as you both catch your breath, it's only then that you feel your legs become to grow all achy and weak.

"shit, my legs." you laugh to yourself as you wobble; he notices this and laughs tying the condom and obviously throwing it into the bin.

"good luck." he jokes and you roll your eyes.

"i need to shower." you complain feeling all sticky as usual after sex, he hums in agreement.

"i'll shower with you." he smiles.

you attempt to push him away but due to your growing weak legs you fail, instead complaining about how sore they are. seems like central cee has won in keeping you quiet.

"so are we gonna work on the track again?"

"probably not for now."

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withjaejae · 3 months ago

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Caught Redhanded | PJM

In which your hot af crush/roommate catches you with your hand in the cookie jar.

parings: jimin x reader

genre: pwp, roommates to lovers, oneshot

warnings: unprotected sex, implied lots of sex, use of toys, accidental and consensual use of aphrodisiacs, p in v, ass play, use of a sex machine thing

enjoy :)

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The strange noises are back. Sounds like someone is rummaging through the kitchen at 3am. Its not uncommon, Jimin knows this because once a week. He hears your door open, a noise is made in the kitchen and then close.

Unlike usual apartments, the walls in your shared space is thick. Formerly owned by your frind Hoseok who had a drumset and a studio in your now respective rooms.

Its basically soundproof except at 3am when the entire apartment is quiet, that’s when Jimin strains his ears to listen to you walk down the hall.

But this week, Jimin was enjoying a bottle of Soju in the darkness of the living room when at 3am, you emerge from the hall. Your tiny robe wrapped around you, he tries his best not to groan at the sight of your nearly exposed ass. He remains quiet, waiting for the opportunity to scare you shitless.

You rummage through the toolbox.

“Every damn week. Fuck. I should just keep some in my room.” You groan as you rummage. Jimin tilts his head as you frown, trying your best to remain quiet while looking for something.

Just as he was about to make his presence known, you pull out a set of batteries packed together.

“Found you.” You grin. “This will be the last time. A new player will come tomorrow.” You giggle as you pocket the batteries and speed back down the hallway. Not even noticing Jimin who watched you monologue.

A new player? Jimin knows you play games so he shrugs.

What boggles his mind is why on earth do you need batteries every week? He takes a look into your supplies and sure enough the entire case of batteries you purchased for emergencies was nearly empty. And you only bought them 6 weeks ago.

He goes to sleep on the couch eventually despite the theories he’s forming in his head.

The smell of bacon wakes him up. He cracks his eyes open and sees you dressed nicely, a black sleeveles bodysuit and some dress pants. Your hair pinned up nicely away from your face.

“Why are you so dressed?” He rasps, his throat dry from drinking last night.

“I have a virtual meeting in an hour. Wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit even if they don’t see my pants.” You smile at him. “Come eat.” Jimin gets up and eyes you suspiciously. “What time did you get home last night?” You ask.

Jimin chuckles. “What do you mean? I was here all night.” You stop your movements for a second before resuming to pour each of you a cup of coffee.

“Oh. I thought you went out.” You clear your throat.

“Nah, I fell asleep around 2:30am. Although I did dream that you came out of your room.” Jimin lies and you nod.

“I did come out to come get some… water.” You sit next to him and start piling food up on his plate.

This was normal for you both, alternate cooking, casually taking care of each other by cooking, grocery shopping, tidying up and all. The 6 months of being roommates had been peaceful until your recent 3am habit.

You talk about work over breakfast, Jimin safekeeping the information he knows for later.

“I’m gonna go back to my room. Meeting is in 15minutes. See you later.” You put your plate in the sink knowing he’ll wash since you cooked.

Living with you has been peaceful. But also excruciatingly painful since Jimin has been crushing on you for a year. Hoseok introduced you to each other in one of his parties, here in this very apartment. And he was smitten.

Prior to living together you had always been the nurturing type, always handing him food. Staying by his side every time your friend group goes out, making sure he drinks water before leaving clubs to lessen the hangover. You even gave him some supplements that your client gives you for free. He’s unsure if you’re like that to everyone but so far, nobody talks about it.

When Hoseok offered him the apartment and said it came with a roommate, Jimin intantly said yes so he could finally leave his shitty studio type room. And he had no regrets after finding out that roommate was you.

Jimin was washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. He opens the door to a delivery man holding a huge box.

“Hi! For YN LN.” after saying that you’re disposed for a meeting, the man hands Jimin the box and signs the received note.

He glances at the clock, your meeting has probably started so its best to leave it on the kitchen counter.

He stuidies it, it could be a new CPU for your PC but it seems pretty light. There was no description and packacking was tight.

He shrugs and continues drying the utensils you both used.

After half an hour when he finally cleans up the snack and drinks from last night you rush out of the hall.

You spot the box and inspect it. Sighing in relief as you mutter a quick thank you before bolting back to your room.

Odd. You usually open your packages in the kitchen to avoid taking trash in your room. Judging by the amount of bubble wrap, that’ll immediately fill up your bin.

Still, he tries to shrug it off and focuses on some of his own work. He’s an accountant for various small businesses, he does their taxes. He offered to do yours but you declined since you’re employed by various companies as a virtual assistant/marketer.

Jimin had cooked lunch, smiling at the full table he’s set for you two. You hadn’t stepped out of the room since grabbing the package.

Jimin approached your room and knocked on your door, if you didn’t want to be disturbed, you would hang a sign on your door. But the sign wasn’t there.

As he knocked he heard a loud thud followed by a groan. Fearing you had hurt yourself he opens the door.

Eyes locked on each other, yours were glassy and looking fucked out. Mouth open with drool dripping down your chin. His eyes look down and you were sitting on something pink. You hands fisted into the sheets as you were bent over, reaching for something. Your body was convulsing on whatever you were sitting on.

“Jimin. Fuck. Thank God.” Your eyes close and your moan out his name. “Help. Me.” Your legs locked tight on whatever you were sitting on. You try your best to point at the small remote at the foot of the bed and he snatches it immediately handing it to you.

With a click of a button the humming sound stops. He didn’t even notice the humming.

You roll over and lowe and behold. You were sitting on a fucking machine. There was a dick shaped rubber dildo standing tall and wet on the middle of the saddle like seat. A bump next to it that would definitely hit your clit as you sit on it.

Jimin was frozen, your panting the only thing he hears, his eyes blur as the blood from his brain travels down to his own cock.

You turn over and don’t even bother to cover yourself up, naked from the waist below. It finallg dawned upon you, Jimin caught you redhanded.

“I’m– I’m sorry you had to see that. I couldn’t move.” You bit your lip. Your eyes landing on his dick straining in his pants. “Oh. Shit. Fuck.” You look away, your breathing heavily again.

“Are you okay?” He finally found his voice.

“I got this new client… she made toys and stuff. Gave me this as a welcome pack.” You took a deep breath and looked at him again. “She also made those.” You point at the bottle of jellies on your computer tables. “I didn’t realize I took more than the advisable amount, its like I was possesed.”

Jimin, with all his strength, looked away and picked up the bottle.

Aphrodisiacs. Take two for better experience.

“How many did you eat?” 1/4 of the bottle was missing and if you only received this today, that means you ate at least 10.

“I have no idea. But God fuck. Jimin could you stop?” You frown and so does he.

“I’m not doing anything.” He puts his hands up in surrended.

“Stop looking so fuckable right now.” You cover your face, you tug a pillow to cover your exposed lower extremities.

You take a peek at him, you watch as he puts four jellies in his mouth and takes them.

“What are you doing!?” You panic, you do your best to get out of bed but your shaky legs made you slow. Before you could reach him, he already swallowed.

“How long before I feel anything?” He reads the label again. 5 minutes.

“God you’re so hard.” His eyes snap to you, your eyes locked onto his dick. “Jimin…” you trail your eyes up to meet his. Pupils starting to dilate. “Please.”

The weight of your voice vibrates through Jimin’s body. Making him jolt forward to capture your lips in his, finally.

It hasn’t been five minutes since he took the jellies. But seeing you like this made him go feral. It was amazing how he didn’t pounce as soon as he saw you on that thing.

He pushes you onto the bed, kicking away the machine and landing on top of you. You moan into the kiss, every single touch felt like a shock of electricity.

As you kissed, Jimin felt his control slipping. You rush to get each other completely naked.

You don’t hide how you admire his body. Fingers trailing every curve, every dip, every line he has. He had to hold himself back before he busts haven’t even been inside you.

“Jimin, baby.” Shit. That does it.

He licks you from your neck all the way down to your aching core. You’re completely drenched, loved how you taste. As if he couldn’t get enough, he latches on to your clit and inserts two fingers easily. Fuck, he can’t wait.

“Jimin, please. I need you to fuck me.” Your voice was strained like you were in pain, and you were. Jimin feels it too.

He settles between your thighs and lines himself up. He bends over to kiss you as he takes his time to enter you.

And fuck, if this isn’t heaven. Jimin didn’t know what is. Your walls were clenching around him, legs already quivering from the overstimulation but you keep begging for more.

His hips snap, fucking into you like it would be the last thing he’d do. Equally grunting and moaning with you. He flips you over and fucks you from behind.

Without warning he comes all over your ass cheeks. Just as you were about to protest again he put it back inside, he drills you into the bed. Teasing your asshole as it was puckering up, begging for attention.

He didn’t know why he looked around but he pauses and sees your bedside drawer, a dildo sticking out of it.

“Baby. Please move.” Your voice cracking. “What—“ You turn your head to see him opening your drawer, taking one item he always wanted to try with someone.

Instead of protesting, you smirk and hand him the bottle of lube. The medium sized vibrating buttplug coated in a strawerry scented liquid. He chuckles and furiously fucks you again. You shriek in surprise, holding on to the beddings for dear life.

As your muscles relax, he pushes the plug into your ass. Making you legs shake and your moaning louder.

The sensation of having both holes filled and the fact that you were getting fucked by Jimin felt like a dream. Still thick in the haze of the jellies. The two of you fuck in more ways than you have ever done in your life.

You used every toy you have on each other. Cuffs, collars, clips, ropes. Jimin wasn’t even tiring.

By the evening, you were both spent.

You had no idea when you passed out or when the plug fell out. You’re not sure if it was you or Jimin who passed out first. You were so high and now you can feel every ache as you stretch within his hold.

You turn to face him. You’re going to have a long talk about this one. But you take this chance to stare at your fucking crush for as long as you’d like.

Jimin feels the peck you placed on his lips making him smile and open his eyes.

“Hey.” You greet and he kisses you deeper. It was only cut short when your stomach loudly grumbles making you laugh.

“We missed lunch.” He smirks. “But it was so worth it.”

“Definitely. Join me for a shower then we could heat up the food.” You snuggle closer, making no effort to prepare for the shower you offered.

“If you’d like we could have those jellies for dessert every night. Then you wouldn’t have to do it by yourself at 3am.” You look up at him with a shocked expression.

“Oh my god. How do you know that?”

“We’re running low on batteries. GIven the amount of toys you have, I just put two and two together.” He kisses your forehead. “If I may ask, why are there so many?”

You giggle. “All my clients are toy makers or distributors. Main reason why I can’t make you do my accounting. Their company names are awful and you might think I’m a stripper or something.” He laughs at your excuse. “Come on. Would you let your crush do your accounting if your payslips were from Pleasure Palace?” He stops laughing.

“Crush?” He pulls you closer.

“I thought it was obvious?” You frown at his cluelessness.

“if it was, I would have made a move sooner.” He shrugs. This time his stomach growls. “Okay, shower and then dinner.”

“Get up then.” You playfully push his shoulder. Your giggles filling Jimin’s chest with warmth.

“You get up.” He smiles and tries his best to push you to stand. “I feel like I ran a marathon.” You both groan.

“God, I’m so sore.” You look down and so does he, earning a smack to the chest. “Don’t look at it if you’re not gonna burry your face in it.”

“That sounds like a better dinner.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You push his face away and you both zombie walk to the bathroom.

Once dinner was set, instead of sitting across each other Jimin pulls you onto his lap. You giggle and enjoy your dinner.

You both freeze when someone starts pushing the code to your front door, only the previous owner knows the code.

“Jimin, why the fuck weren’t you picking up your—calls.” Hoseok drops the bag of whatever.

You were wearing nothing but Jimin’s shirt and he has nothing on but some boxers.

“Hoseok.” He grins. “Come in.”

Hoseok slowly walks backwards and leaves. You look at each other and laugh.

“I think we’ve scarred him.” You giggle as you feed him some eggrolls.

His phone pings and he picks it up.

“Its Hoseok, he said ‘For the love of God, please change the door passcode and please pray for my soul. I need new eyes.”

You burst out laughing again. Hopefully, Hoseok recovers soon.

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