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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Cix Smut List Pt. 2
I've been struggling with editing the first list so I'm creating a second list. Thank you for your patience. Thank you to all the creators!! You all have been providing FIXblr with such top quality smut!
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Group
🌟 CIX Reactions To You Reading Their Smut Credit: @minghaoyoudoin
🌟 MtL Physical Touch/No Love VS Love/No Touch for One Year Credit: @heebaeby
BX
🌟 Hotel (Fic) Credit: @minghaoyoudoin
Seunghun
🌟 god!Seunghun Imagine Credit: @heebaeby
🌟 Incentive (Fic) Credit: @minghaoyoudoin
🌟 Secretary Seunghun Credit: @heebaeby
Yonghee
🌟 Car Sex Credit: @heebaeby
🌟 Q & A Hard Dom Yonghee Credit: @byeongsung
Bae Jinyoung
🌟 Priest BaeJin Credit: @heebaeby
🌟 Restless (Fic) Credit: @minghaoyoudoin
Hyunsuk
🌟 Discovering He's a Switch Credit: @heebaeby
🌟 Q & A 3some with Beomgyu from TXT Credit: @yoongiboongipoongi
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shwazzberryswriting · 3 years
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My Fanfic Master List
(💚) Updated (d.m.y) 06.03.2024
18+ ONLY (Minors DNI!!!)
AO3 : my fics on AO3 CigaretteBreak : sideblog where i reblog random things cixthotshit : sideblog dedicated to cix FicRecs : sideblog where i reblog fics i've enjoyed
Let me know what you think/alert me of any messed up links! *REQS CLOSED* STARTING: 06.04.2022 Please Read my Info and Guide before sending in a request
Masterlist
Taeil Johnny Taeyong Yuta Kun Doyoung Ten Jaehyun Winwin Jungwoo Lucas Mark Hendery Xiaojun Renjun Jeno Haechan Jaemin Yangyang Shotaro Sungchan Chenle Jisung (💚)
Series
The NCT Frat House Series ~23 frat brothers falling in love and/or messing it up in a college environment~
The NCT Teahouse Series ~Request Exclusive Fics set in a whorehouse for smutty drabbles~
CC's NCT Kinktober 2022 List
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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I feel so spoiled right now with all the quality CIX smut, y'all
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TYSM to the writers who contribute so much good stuff!!!
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Please fellow FIX/horny CIX fans, send me pics, fics, reactions, etc, anything about CIX!! I want to share as much CIX content as possible! And I know I might not see everything that is out there.
Thank you so much and I will always do my best to give credit!!! Please hand over the goods if you have any 💛
Love, CC
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Happy belated 1 Year to the moment of my first impression of CIX. I was getting into NCT, and my friend was reccing a lot of kpop music and told me her favorite recent debut was "Movie Star" by CIX
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I honestly had NO interest in getting into another kpop group, but "Movie Star" has such a good hook. BX and Seunghun's visuals really popped out to me too. So I just thought maybe I'd like a couple CIX songs and that would be it.
Jump cut to like, a week later and I was a FIX. 💖 💗 I recall really liking the vocals and adlibs and after listening to all of their discography (and watching their "School Attack" episode 🥰) there was no choice but to become a FIX.
I get it when people say a group or idol has helped them in immeasurable ways, thank you so much CIX!!! ❤️
Love, CC
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Blog Update
Trying to catch up on reading 💗 💖 🌸
Creating a second post for the CIX Smut Links
I swear, I really want to write a few imagines one day
I've been busy, but it has been so much fun catching up to CIX content on here! I love you all fellow FIX/CIX fans!
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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CIX Smut List
DM me for Credit/Fixes/Takedowns/If you want me to ask for permission before posting your works on here (apologies in advance)
!!!Please Follow the blogs that have created all of these amazing works!!! It made me sad to see some blogs that have since been deactivated
I will try my best to keep this list up to date (as soon as I reblog something I'll try my best to post it onto this list so I don't forget!) 🌟 = New Post | ♑ = My Own Works
Group
CIX #1 Kinks Credit: @byeongsung
CIX As College Boyfriends Credit: @foenixs
CIX Kinks Credit: @hoshiwhxre
CIX MtL Being An Ass Or Tits Guy Credit: @doyvm
CIX MtL Being Into Choking Credit: Deactivated @
CIX MtL Being Into Mirror Sex Credit: Deactivated @
CIX MtL Being Into Mirror Sex Credit: @byeongsung
CIX MtL Breeding Kink Credit: @seo-thirst-bin
CIX MtL Dom Credit: @byeongsung
CIX MtL Fucking Over Love Making Credit: Deactivated @
CIX MtL Giving Oral Credit: Deactivated @
CIX MtL Into Tying Their Partners Up Credit: @byeongsung
CIX MtL To Be Cocky In Bed Credit: @byeongsung
CIX Porn Links♑
CIX React To Their Girl Crush Sitting On Their Lap Credit: @seo-thirst-bin
CIX React To You Squirting Credit: @peachyhours
CIX With A Bratty Sub Credit: @byeongsung
How CIX Eat Their S/O Out Credit: @hoshiwhxre
Kissing With CIX Credit: @foenixs
Phone Sex With Gargoyal CIX Credit: @anqeluv
Q& A BaeJin And Yonghee 3some Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A BX And BaeJin 3some Credit: @youngbloodlisk
Q& A CIX Polaroids Credit: @byeongsung @cherriegyu
Q& A Hyunsuk And Seunghun 3some Credit: Deactivated @
Q& A Hyunsuk And Seunghun 3some Credit: @bigkpopstan
Q& A Seunghun And Hyunsuk (Enhypen's Jake& Sunoo too) Credit: @yoongiboongipoongi @b1tter-gremlin
Q& A Sex With BX Or Seunghun Credit: @byeongsung
Switch It Up ♑ (BX + Seunghun with 2 OFC; PWP Fic)
BX
12:05pm Credit: @byeongsung
20:32pm Credit: @byeongsung
Dirty Snap (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
Dirty Snap 2 (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
First Time With BX Credit: @hoshiwhxre
Gon Gonie♑ (PWP-ish Fic)
Move My Body (PWP Fic) Credit: @foenixs
Seunghun
00:41am Credit: @byeongsung
07:42am Credit: @byeongsung
A-Z List With Seunghun Credit: @byeongsung
Dirty Snap (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
FaceTime (PWP Fic) Credit: @zerot0all
First Time With Seunghun Credit: @hoshiwhxre
Kissing With Seunghung Credit: @hoshiwhxre
lazy day forts (PWP Drabble) Credit: @cix-baehun
NSFW Seunghun Thoughts Credit: @byeongsung
Panty Line Crime And Punishment♑ (PWP Fic)
Q& A Seunghun Car Sex Credit: @jeontaeil
Q& A Seunghun Dry Hump Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Seunghun Kisses Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Seunghun Oral Sex Credit: @byeongsung
Top 3 Sex Positions For Seunghun Credit: @byeongsung
Yonghee
A-Z List With Yonghee Credit: @doyvm
Church Boy Yonghee Corruption Kink Credit: @heebaeby
Dirty Snap (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
NSFW Yonghee Thoughts Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Yonghee Daycryphilia Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Yonghee Eating You Out Credit: Deactivated @
Q& A Yonghee Sub Credit: @jeontaeil
to fall from grace (PWP Fic) Credit: @jeontaeil
Sub Yonghee Credit: @dabisdiary
Yonghee's Hands Credit: @heebaeby
BaeJin
06:41am Credit: Deactivated @
23:19pm Credit: @byeongsung
A Cup Of Rose Americano♑ (PWP-ish Fic)
Dirty Snap (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
NSFW BaeJin Thoughts Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A BaeJin Dacryphilia Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A BaeJin Mirror Sex Credit: @jeontaeil
Q& A BaeJin Mirror Sex 2 Credit: @jeontaeil
Q& A BaeJin Teaching You A Lesson Credit: @byeongsung @cherriegyu
Sexy Prompt For BaeJin 1 Credit: @byeongsung
Sexy Prompt For BaeJin 2 Credit: @byeongsung
Hyunsuk
Dirty Snap (Pic) Credit: @dirtykpopsnaps
NSFW Hyunsuk Thoughts Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Hyunsuk Hard Thoughts Credit: @byeongsung
Q& A Hyunsuk Pegging + Dumbification Credit: @yoongiboongipoongi
Q& A Hyunsuk Subbing Credit: @yoongiboongipoongi
Q& A Hyunsuk Wanting to be a Dom Credit: @yoongiboongipoongi
Sex With Hyunsuk Credit: @byeongsung
Sweatpants, video 1 2 3 4 Credit: @hyunsuksmygod
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Panty Line Crime and Punishment
Pairing: Seunghun x You[Y/N](F) | Reader(F) Genre: Smut, PWP (squint and there's an outline to a plot), Boss!Dom Seunghun Summary: Your boss Mr. Seunghun Kim is going to punish you for your faux pas Word count: 7.5k Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub, Degradation, Spanking, Dry Humping, Face Slapping, Titty Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Bondage (hands tied to a desk drawer), Penis in Vagina Sex, Kissing, Overstimulation, Come Shot (please let me know if I miss anything so I can add it here) Author’s Note: This was in editing hell for months and it feels like a miracle that I am posting this at last. It started out as an imagine to hopefully get fics where Seunghun is a boss!dom, and then it turned into a full on fic. And I worked SO HARD to make sure that I wrote in present tense instead of past tense meanwhile trying to keep it sexy. Anyway, I know this fic got super detailed and indulgent but Seunghun in a suit sends me!! Always getting my imaginations going wild, and I don't usually have a boss!dom kink but Seunghun is the exception. I hope it inspires more people to write CIX content too! Sorry for any mistakes! I don’t always catch everything when I proofread, and this fic is my first full Y/N fic and it is not my usual style of writing. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!
Original inspiration: 👓
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“[Y/N],” your boss calls calmly from inside his office, “please come in here.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight as goosebumps form up your back. If Mr. Seunghun Kim calls you to his office before noon, it means you have forgotten to do one of your morning tasks.
Recalling every task you have done so far, you nervously wrap your right hand over the smooth jade bracelet hanging on your left wrist. You made him his black coffee, cleaned and organized his email folders, sorted his letters and documents from most to least urgent, and you remembered to water the water peace lily that sat next to his liquor cabinet. You’d picked up his afternoon suit before coming into work and it was hanging behind the door on the coat hanger. Racking your brain for what you could have forgotten, your hands clasp together as you enter Mr. Kim’s office.
“S-sir?” you say with hunched shoulders, your head bowed. You’re too scared to step in closer, your feet stuck at the entrance of his office.
“Close the door, please,” he says, his tone passive, as if his attention is elsewhere. “Lock it.”
Your fingers barely slip away from the door handle before you shakily turn the lock. The soft click of the lock sends a chill down your spine. Unable to move, you rest the weight of your body against the door when you face his direction. Mr. Kim clears his throat as the sound of papers shuffling flutters into your ears.
“Are you going to come see me?” he asks, his tone remaining passive. “Hm? Miss [Y/L/N]?” Papers shuffle again. “Eyes up here.”
“Yes, sir?” you say, lifting your head up the slightest.
Mr. Kim’s eyes were fixed on the papers before him, a gold plated pen in his right hand, matching his gold framed glasses. His long, elegant fingers push the glasses up the bridge of his nose, making you swallow a gulp of air with your eyes fixated on his thumb brushing against his bottom lip. His tongue, bright pink like bubble gum, licked the pad of his thumb. Bringing it down, he flicks a sheet of paper over.
“What did I tell you about pencil skirts?” he asks. The crossout he marks swishes loudly in the silent office. His smooth milky skin glows under the bright office lights, his perfectly sculpted face frozen in its passive beauty.
Standing up straight, squaring your shoulders, you clasp your hands together behind your back. Looking down at the simple black pencil skirt, you ponder at where you had broken the dress code. It had been altered according to his rules: long enough to cover your thighs, short enough to show your knees, tailored to accentuate your curves, but not so tight that you wouldn’t be able to move comfortably.
“I beg your pardon?” you reply, looking back up at him.
“Panty line,” he says, each syllable coming out clearly. The words roll out slowly with his eyes remaining fixed on his work.
Your insides tingle, and you squeeze your thighs together. The steady whirring from the A/C vents halts, and the inside of your ears prickle with heat as Mr. Kim’s bubble gum pink tongue flicks out quickly to wet his lips.
“S-sir?” you stutter, feeling your face grow hot, heat pooling at your jawline.
“Panties are distracting,” he says nonchalantly, flipping over another sheet of paper. “If I can see it and feel it, you need to get rid of it.”
You remain rooted at the door, staring at Mr. Kim cross out errors on his paperwork. His eyes dart up past the top of his glasses, capturing your gaze as he stops moving, the tip of his pen pressing against the last sheet of paper on his desk.
After 2 months of working for Mr. Kim, he still frightens you. He is kind and gentle with his words, but he has a powerful, captivating presence. Being near him always makes you nervous, and currently, your adrenaline is rushing up your spine despite your best efforts to breathe evenly in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Making eye contact always makes your face hot, and you constantly fear that he sees your cheeks flush, even under all the blush you purposely cake on. He is confident, and self assured, never one to second guess his choices. You, meanwhile, constantly worry that you can’t give him exactly what he wants.
In your current position, back pressed to his door with your heart beating fast against your chest, you are afraid. His gaze lights your entire face on fire, and you close your mouth, gulping in a breath of air. Unable to look away from him, you hold his gaze and gently shake your head.
“I-I don’t recall any written rules on panty lines,” you manage to say, standing up straighter.
He sets his pen down, and leans back in his chair. The leather chair groans loudly as the full weight of his body rests into it. His hands reach toward the cuff sleeves of his white button up shirt. Your eyes are fixated on his long fingers rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Come here, [Y/N],” he says, pushing himself away from his desk. He slaps his hand against his thigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You remain frozen at the door. You have half a mind to blurt out that you quit and rush out the door. The other half of your mind, though, is keenly aware of how hot and wet you feel between your legs. The sweet aftertaste of sugar from your morning coffee lingers on the saliva pooling in your mouth before you give an audible gulp, swallowing it. Your fingers are itching to reach up and pinch your nipples. Hot blood pumping into you has them hardening up against your bra. Knees shaking, you rest your back against the door.
Before you sits a beautiful, handsome man, his power exuding from him with lust reading all over his eyes. They’re shining bright and laser focused on your body. You can never return to the insufferable demands of pleasing countless customers in retail. There is no room for anything else beyond doing your job well, which currently meant pleasing Mr. Seunghun Kim.
Seeing his tongue lick his cherry red lips, you stand up straight. He’s folding the sleeve of his shirt up past his elbow as you walk toward him. Your hands are shaking, and you can hear yourself inhaling deeply as his eyes are fixed on you, his gaze steadily drifting up and down your body. The veins in his arms pop out against his milky white skin, and your eyes struggle to look away from his smooth and well manicured hands.
“Sir?” you say softly once you are standing in front of him. His legs are spread open, and his hands reach out to yours.
Goosebumps travel up your arms at how warm and soft his touch is. He lifts his head to capture your gaze, and you see your reflection on his glasses. Your eyes are hooded and your lips are slightly parted, but a moment later, you see past his specs and blood rushes up to your head as his eyes lock with yours. He breaks eye contact with you when he places his hands on your hips. Obediently, you rest your hands on his firm shoulders.
“How can I focus on work when I know that your panties are squeezing your ass?” he asks, his fingers moving down the curves of your ass, tracing the lining of your panties. His touches warm up your insides better than the coffee you had earlier, your skin tingling from your stomach up to your chest. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you shut your mouth tight, stifling a pitiful moan. You take in a shaky breath as you feel the vibrations of his laugh ride up your shoulder. “This is unprofessional, [Y/N].”
His fingers are digging into your ass cheeks over your skirt, making your whole body flare up in heat. Your mind is so rattled with horny, shameful thoughts of how Mr. Kim is turning you on that you hear the full palmed slaps he gives both your ass cheeks before feeling the hot stinging. Arching your back, you give out a whimper as the force of his slaps hit you deep in your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs. It takes you a couple seconds to give in a sharp inhale of breath.
“Do you see how unprofessional you are?” he asks, palms pressed smoothly against your throbbing cheeks. “Look at me.”
His eyes leave yours, and your gaze follows his, looking down between your bodies. You see a bulge poking up against his pants, and heat hits your face. He rests his back against the chair, his hands slipping to your hips. His fingers continually rub against the lining of your panties at your hips, sending more heat into your skin. His erection is growing, and you lick your lips as you wonder what he tastes like. Sweetness is still lingering in your mouth.
“How is that my fault?” you manage to ask, slipping your right hand down his chest.
You shiver, feeling how firm his body is. His abs are hot against your palm as your hand continues to move down. It’s his turn to shiver when the pads of your fingers trace the length of his cock over his pants. You feel the pressure of adrenaline rush into your chest and your cheeks grow hot when he shuts his eyes, hissing with gritted teeth.
“Take your panties off,” he says calmly, opening his eyes as he grabs your wrists.
His eyes are roaming up and down your body as he releases you, moving back to get a better view of you. He’s hiking up your skirt to reveal your thighs when you look up at Mr. Kim as he gasps. He’s palming the length of his cock as his eyes are glued to your newly exposed skin. A strong rush of adrenaline hits your chest like fire, making your pussy throb with your slick heat quickly building. A starving ache begins to twist in your gut, making you squeeze your thighs together.
With shaky hands, you reach under your skirt at your hips and hook your fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pull them down. Mr. Kim exhales loudly, his huff almost sounding like a growl. You feel a bead of sweat glide down at the nape of your neck toward your back as you shiver. You shut your eyes and feel the heat in your chest turn cold as the sensation rides up your face, making hot blood prickle your face.
Your panties are soaking wet, and your slick heat is smearing against the inside of your thighs, down toward the curve of your ass. Mortified, you breathe heavily through your mouth as you swiftly pull them down your legs, and open your eyes to remove the black panties carefully from your stiletto heels. You jump and stand up straight when Mr. Kim’s hand reaches down and grabs your panties from the floor. He tsks, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth, as you reach over to take them from him.
“I’m confiscating these,” he says with his usual calm tone, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. He rubs the fabric of your cotton panties between his thumb and middle finger, eyes locked with yours. His tongue gently licks his lips as he places your panties into his pants pocket. Unable to move, your face turns so hot you worry your hair will simply ignite into a ball of fire.
“Sir,” you say softly, closing your legs as you try to stand up straight, gently pulling against his hold on your wrist, “my outfit is up to your code. May I go back to work?”
“You are working,” he replies. A river of warmth flows down your chest as he smiles. It’s a beautiful smile, his teeth perfectly set and white with glistening red lips. You’re trying to remain focused on not letting your juices drip down your legs, squeezing your thighs tight, your starving ache intensifying in your gut. “Your panty line faux pas needs to be adequately reprimanded.”
“Sir?” you ask with a soft gasp. Your stomach twists around at the gleam that crosses his eyes.
“You’ve made a mess,” he says, his index finger pointing out toward your thigh. You take a step back, your lower back colliding into his desk. His finger glides up against the inside of your thigh, collecting some of your clear slick fluids. “It’s unprofessional to stand here covered in your filth, [Y/N]. And,” - he inhales a dramatic breath through closed teeth, running his finger over his clothed cock, smearing your juices onto his pants - “look at what you’re doing to me. When you remedy this, that’s when you’ll be fully reprimanded.” He grabs your chin gently with his thumb and index finger, and pulls your face toward him. “Do you want to keep your job?”
“Yes, sir,” you reply with a nod, focusing on his chocolate brown eyes, trying your best not to stare into the bright, wide eyes of your reflection in his glasses. Your lips are flushed and wet, pouting as you feel his warm breath on your lips. He lets you go to grab your waist.
You yelp as he throws you face down on his lap, your body over his lap, your arms flailing in the air as you feel his hands on your hips. Cold air from the vents blow up your skirt, sending a chilling gust up your ass. You shiver and he guffaws as one hand firmly gropes you.
“You entered the office at 8:30, and you took your panties off roughly around 11:30,” he said, caressing his palm over your ass, “so how many hours did you walk around with your distracting panty lines?”
“Three?” you respond, bewildered as to why he was making you do math while you were laying on Mr. Kim’s lap with your ass in the air. You buck your hips and arch your back when you feel the sting of his palm slapping your ass. Your lips are shut as you stifle a groan.
“Don’t answer a question with another question,” he says calmly, his fingers caressing your burning ass cheek. You whimper and jump as you feel a quick, sharp slap. He chuckles and you shut your eyes as his infectious laugh reverberates inside of you. The painful starvation in your gut twists cruelly as your slick fluid flows down your folds, crawling over your burning aching clit.
“How many hours did you walk around me with those distracting panty lines?”
“Three, sir.”
He chuckles and his hands are kneading your ass, one hand sliding under your skirt. A red heat blinds your vision as the side of his hand slides against the bare flesh of your folds. Your insides are rolling around in flames as his laughs ring inside of you and his hands play with your ass.
“Good job, my pretty little doll,” he says with a sweet caring tone, his hands back to kneading your ass cheeks over the fabric of your skirt. “Three hearty slaps to reprimand you. That sounds fair, don’t you think?”
“Yes, sir,” you say, gripping onto the armchair as you shut your eyes, preparing for the impact of his palm on your ass. Adrenaline traveled up your back, making you shiver.
“Scared, doll?” he asks, his hand gently caressing your ass.
You are scared, unsure of when he will smack your ass, but you are excited too. As painful as the stinging is, you are looking forward to your insides shaking. Each slap sent a titillating sensation deep inside of you. You are starting to enjoy the contrast.
“I’m ready, sir,” you reply, turning your head around to sneak a look at Mr. Kim. His eyes are fixed on your ass, a grin on his lips. The sharp gleam in his eyes makes your insides shake, and you turn back around, throwing your face down to the ground with your eyes shut tight.
“Count with me, doll,” he orders, palm caressing your ass.
You squeal when you feel his hand slapping your ass, his palm making a loud, hard impact against the fleshiest part of your ass.
You stutter out, “One,” when you hear him start the count. Your ass is on fire, but your insides are throbbing and your cunt is becoming wetter. A chuckle from him intensifies the reverberations inside of you, making your body shake.
“Calm down, doll,” he coos, and you feel him pet the back of your head, making the tension in your shoulders loosen. His hand glides down your back and caresses your ass. “Can you handle more? Please, baby doll, let me punish you fully.”
You feel the threat of your job at the tip of his tongue, but in honesty, you want him to spank you more than you’d ever cared for the job.
“Punish me, sir, please,” you say, wiggling your hips from side to side, wanting to feel his cock heat up your stomach. “I need to learn how to please you better.”
“You’re a fast learner, doll,” he praises you as his hand caresses the smarting spot he’d slapped. “But,” he gives a sigh as you feel his fingers hook at the hem of your skirt, pulling your skirt up to your hips, exposing your ass and pussy, “you need to understand how much your faux pas hurts this company. Skin to skin contact, doll, can you handle it?”
As a preview, his hand palms your bare ass cheek, and you shut your eyes tight, fingers gripping onto the leather padded armrest. The intensity of the heat against your skin is deepened. You are overfilled with the sensations of your nipples hardening against your bra and your breasts wet with sweat that has collected between your tits.
“Seunghun,” you moan out his name. You hiccup, realizing your error in being so informal. Turning your head over, you pout your lower lip and say as sweetly as possible, “Please forgive my slipup, Mr. Kim.”
Your mind spins, and your body is like a ragdoll in his arms as he stands and throws your front against his desk. You cry out as your front lands against the cold desk, your hands accidentally shoving his papers and neatly arranged stationary to the floor, his black stapler having rolled halfway across the room. He groans, his clothed cock pressing up against your left ass cheek, lighting up your ass in his heat.
“[Y/N],” he says before tsking, his hands caressing your hips while he rocks his cock up and down against your ass in small motions, “today is not your day, baby doll. You’re making a mess of my suit and my office. I might have to tie you down to get you to stop ruining my office during this reprimanding.”
“Mr. Kim, sir,” you say breathlessly, lifting yourself up by pushing your hands up against the desk.
Pain and pleasure strike up your insides and ass with fire as his large palm lands hard and loud on your ass. Your arms are weak and they collapse under your body as you lean up against the desk, your mind clouding with red lust. You want to beg him to fuck you until you can’t walk, but you’re keenly aware that Mr. Kim was stern with calling what you were doing as work. It was all about what he wants, not what you want. Your mind blanks as you feel his palm spank you again, throwing your head down.
“Good job, my dutiful doll,” Mr. Kim says with a soothing tone, his hands kneading your ass. His soft hands massaging your burning skin sends a calming sensation under your skin, making your shiver. “But I do need to reprimand you for messing up my suit and desk.” His hands glide up to your hips and waist. You shiver again as you feel the weight and heat of his front pressing up against your back, the heat of his cock returning to your ass. “And I might have to cancel my lunch meeting to teach you a proper lesson about fucking up my cock.”
His last threat is said softly against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends goosebumps forming up your neck, making it difficult for you to breathe. Opening your mouth you take in deep, ragged breaths.
“Sir?” you manage to say softly. “D-do you need me to call your partners to cancel your lunch meeting?”
You whimper when you feel his hearty guffaws reverberate from his chest onto your back, shaking your insides. He stands up straight, pushing his hips against your ass as his hands grab your hips, fisting his hands onto the fabric of your scrunched up skirt. You hear him hissing through his teeth as he gently bucks his hips up and down, seeming to savor the feel of his cock rubbing against your ass. Your pussy juices are dripping out of you, making you keenly aware of how hot your insides are.
“Yes, Miss [Y/L/N], call Misters Lee and Yoon right now,” he says. He groans as he stills, his hands pulling your skirt toward him, pressing your ass against him. “Reschedule the meeting for the end of the day.”
You prop yourself up by resting your elbows against the desk. With your right hand, you reach for his black corded phone, and press a few buttons. As the phone rings for Mr. Byounggon Lee’s office you are trying not to focus on Mr. Kim returning to gently rocking his cock up and down against your ass.
“Mr. Lee’s office, this is Penny speaking,” Mr. Lee’s secretary answers the phone after 4 rings.
“Hi Penny,” you announce, keeping your tone cordial though you feel a moan building up at the back of your throat, “this is [Y/N]. Mr. Kim needs to reschedule his lunch meeting. Would Mr. Lee be available for a meeting at 4:00 PM?”
You throw a hand up to cover your mouth, muffling a soft moan as your insides are squirming madly. Mr. Kim’s hands are snaking up your body, and his front is warming up your back. You focus on the sounds of Penny chewing her gum loudly.
“I will let Mr. Lee know about the rescheduled meeting for the end of the day,” Penny says at last. “Is there anything else I can assist you with, [Y/N]?”
“That’s all, thank you, Penny.”
After saying farewell, you press the red button at the bottom of the device, ending the call, and throw your head down as you give out heavy pants. Your barely audible moans escape with every exhale. His hands are palming your breasts over the fabric of your top. The padding from your bra softens his touches, though his hands on your body still sends heat deep inside of you. You crave for more.
“Sir,” you manage to say, lifting your head up to look at the front door.
You are seconds away from turning around and pulling his cock out of his pants to encourage him to fuck you right now. The air was thick with the musk exuding from him blending in with your rosy sweet perfumed sweat, heightening your horny desires. But that wasn’t what he was telling you to do. And you wanted to please Mr. Kim.
His new suit was hanging at the door, covered under a clear plastic covering. You had woken up early to pick up the suit from the dry cleaning shop. If you hadn’t woken up so early perhaps you would have taken the time to put on a thong instead of grabbing the first pair of panties your hand found in the drawer. You couldn’t blame your boss for your mistakes, though.
“Sir, I need to call Mr. Yoon’s office.”
“Get to it, then,” he says through a shaky breath. He releases you, and steps away from you. Your chest feels tight as the heat of his body leaves yours. Instead of relieving your body of the building heat, your insides squirm violently and your ass feels cold without his cock pressed up against it.
Your focus returns to the phone, and you push a few buttons to call Mr. Yoon’s office. Mr. Yoon’s secretary doesn’t chew gum, but he shouts into the phone as he asks his boss if he can reschedule. Once the rescheduled meeting is confirmed, you swiftly hang up, and before you can ask Mr. Kim if you did a good job, he lifts you up and turns you around to face him.
“My lovely doll,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek, “I didn’t realize how good you really are.”
His lips hover over yours. You shut your eyes, afraid that you’ll lose your composure and fall down to your knees to grab his cock and suck on it like a needy slut. The scent of Mr. Kim’s musky body and floral perfume consumes your senses, and you rest your hands onto the edge of the desk behind you to keep yourself standing. Your knees are shaking, and you are squeezing your thighs together tight, humiliated at the mess between your legs.
“Gum chewing? That’s a firm reprimand if you were to do that.” His hands reach down to grab your bare ass. You open your eyes, your back shaking from the heat of his hands on you. “By now, you should know not to chew gum when speaking. Shouting at your boss instead of getting up to speak to him cordially?” He gives a soft chuckle, a smile appearing before he bites onto his bottom lip. “If you were to do that, I’d have to reprimand your mouth.”
He runs his thumb over your lips, and pushes it gently into your mouth, retrieving it as soon as your tongue slides out to press against the pad of his thumb. Your clit is throbbing with a sharp ache as you breathe heavily through your mouth, a whine escaping. If you are doing so well why is he still teasing you? The salty aftertaste from his thumb lingers on your tongue, keeping you wet for him.
“You still need to be punished for your transgressions today,” he said. You’re frozen still, barely breathing, as his fingers reach up to undo the white buttons to your pink button down top.
“Sir!” You gasp when he pulls your top down your shoulders, revealing your satin pink bra. You have never seen a man so efficiently unbutton a top in under 5 seconds.
“These fucking tits,” he says with a low tone, one hand reaching out behind you to grab your wrists, “so distracting and beautiful.”
You flinch at his firm grasp on you, and he pushes your wrists in his hold up against your back, forcing you to push your chest up into the air. You try your best to rest your weight up against the desk, and give out a soft whine when Mr. Kim’s hand smacks up against your left breast. A sting hits the underside of your breast, though you know the padding of your bra helped dull the impact.
“Sir,” you say softly, looking into his eyes, “what sort of punishment is this?”
He gives you a crooked smile, making you feel a sweet warmth soothe your nerves, clearing your mind enough to focus on him. His free hand reaches up and pulls at his tie, loosening the knot. You blow air towards his temples when you notice that he has sweat beads building at the top of his head. He shuts his eyes, his mouth closing into a serene smile.
He opens his eyes slowly, creating a calming warmth that loosens the tension in your shoulders. He licks his lips as his eyes drift to your lips. His eyes are closed as he presses his lips to yours. You lean into his warm, slightly bitter tasting kiss, though you fight to keep your eyes open. You want to adore his thick, wet eyelashes.
When you feel him push forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides into your mouth, you close your eyes and open your mouth to give him more access. Pushing back on his slick tongue, your tongue swipes against his bottom lip. He groans against your lips as you capture his bottom lip in your mouth, sucking on it before you release him.
“Baby doll,” he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, holding your face close to his, “do you enjoy being reprimanded?” You bite your bottom lip when your smile gives away your answer. He chuckles, and pulls you in for a soft, wet kiss. His tongue flicks against your lips and you furrow your eyebrows when he immediately breaks the kiss. “I’m enjoying it too,” he says, caressing your cheek as he smiles. You groan as you feel his grip on your wrists tighten for a moment. “But you need to learn not to make a mess of me and my office during work hours. Don’t move.”
He releases you and you remain still, keeping your hands resting against your back. You try your best not to focus on your thighs wet with sweat and your slick fluids, so you watch him undo his tie. He takes off his glasses and sets them inside the top desk drawer. You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him take out his keyring from his pants pocket to lock the drawer with the small gold key.
His plan comes together when you watch him slip his tie around your wrists, and you have half a mind to pull away from him, realizing he’s tying you down. But he pins his hips over yours and you stop moving. He plants a kiss on your neck before focusing on tying your wrists together. He finishes when he’s tying a knot around the metal handle to the locked desk drawer.
“Sir,” you say softly when he unhooks your bra, and slips the straps off your shoulders, his fingers gently gliding up against your skin, “should I-should I not wear bras either?”
His soft touches create goosebumps up your arms and down your chest. You press your lips together to stifle a moan as your back shakes, the starving ache in your stomach twisting into knots.
“Don’t tempt me,” he says, meeting your eyes when he smiles. His hands palm your breasts and you feel goosebumps form up your back as his touches send a surge of heat rushing down to your core. “Why not set your desk in my office so I can watch you answer calls naked?”
“Sir,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks and nose prickle with heat, “will you really make me do that?”
“You’d like that?” he asks, his sweet smile appearing, contrasting with his low soft tone. You shut your eyes and whine when you feel his hand slap your breast. “My naughty baby doll.” He uses both hands to slap both your tits and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from whining at every slap. After a handful of slaps, you inhale deeply as you feel his hands palming your tits, soothing the stinging on your skin.
“Seunghun,” you moan out when he leans down and flicks his tongue against your erect nipple. You give out a loud, sweet moan as you watch him wrap his mouth around your left nipple while he teases your right by pinching and palming you. The pain and pleasure contrasting tightens the knots in your stomach and you have lost control. “Fuck me, oh, fuck!” You’ve given into your primal desires and you need Seunghun Kim to ruin you. You buck your hips up against his body, and you moan another, “Fuck!” as he guffaws into your breast and gropes your ass with his free hand.
“I’m the boss,” he says, standing up straight. Your whine hitches in your throat when his palm slaps your left breast. “Baby doll, I know you enjoy this,” your legs and back shake erratically as his fingers glide up against the front of your slit, his voice and touch sending wildfire into your nerves, “but this is supposed to teach you a lesson to obey me better.” A red light blinds you as you shut your eyes tight, feeling his hand slap the front of your pussy.
“Seunghun!” you gasp out, your hips shaking. You groan as you feel his hand grab your ponytail, tugging it back, making you tilt your head up toward the ceiling. He is hovering over you, his eyebrows furrowed.
“What’s my name?” he asks softly, his lips close to yours. His eyes are shining brightly into yours now that he has taken his glasses off. You gulp a painful breath of air as he tugs your ponytail.
“Mr. Kim, sir.”
A stronger slap hits your pussy again, stinging your bare flesh. You swallow your whine, shutting your mouth tight, though your hips roughly buck up against his desk.
“Who am I?”
“You’re my boss, sir.”
“Then why did you address me so informally?” He slaps your pussy, the stinging growing into a radiating throb at your front. You give out a whimper when you feel him slap your right breast.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper out, your thighs shaking as you struggle to remain standing, “Mr. Kim.”
“I will forgive you,” he says before you feel the sting of his hand slapping your pussy. Your ass cheeks hurt as his slap rocks your insides and you buck up against his desk. He gives a low, approving hum, the rumble of his voice making your pussy wetter. “You haven’t remedied your disobedience by disturbing my cock.”
“Sir?”
His hands are gone, and you open your eyes to see Mr. Kim unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. Your eyes are focused on him when he pulls his pants and boxers down to reveal his veiny, well groomed cock. The hairs are short and compliment his well toned hips, his skin looking smooth.
You feel the silk fabric of his tie tighten against your wrists when you make to move. Your hands want to touch his cock. Stroke it and shove it into your mouth so you could hear him moan out your name. At least, then, he’d understand how difficult it is to stop calling out the name of the person torturing your body in undiluted pleasure.
“Don’t be too loud,” he orders, one hand on your hip with the other grabbing his cock and stroking it. Your eyes refuse to stop staring at him gliding the tip of his cock against your slit. “Widen your legs, doll.” You do as he says, and you moan softly as he hisses through his teeth when he slides his tip down toward your entrance. “Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers on your hip digging into your skin, “you’re wet, baby doll, but still so tight.” He gives out a gentle, sweet sigh, shutting his eyes for a couple seconds.
His hand releases his cock as he pushes in more, making your nerves shake erratically, your mind trying to remain focused on resting against his desk. One hand grabs your ponytail again, and you give out a groan, shutting your eyes, when you feel him tug your head toward the ceiling. Another hand slaps your breast before clapping down to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure intensifying, your focus loosening as your vision is blurring around the edges. You jump against his body, and you moan as his cock pushes deeper into you.
His kisses are sloppy as his tongue invades your mouth, tasting your lips before gliding over your jawline to lick your earlobe. His physical affections are intense, his cock throbbing as he remains still balls deep inside of you, letting your pussy get accustomed to his cock. His hands are roaming over your naked body, gliding up your back, caressing your shoulder and neck before pinching your nipples. He slaps your pussy, the stinging sending a sharp jolt up your back. You moan, the pain and pleasure so intense your insides shake. You whimper as his hand slaps you across the face, the sting sharp enough to burn for a few seconds.
"Shh," he coos, caressing your cheek. "Not so loud, doll."
You swallow a groan when he slaps your other cheek, the stinging lighting up the left side of your face, your sinuses flaring up. You open your eyes, feeling fat tears fall down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry, sir," you say, swallowing spit that had pooled in your mouth. He smiles and plants a wet kiss on your lips.
"You're doing so good, baby doll," he assures you, caressing your neck with his silky fingers.
"I live to please you, sir," you say with a shaky breath. He groans and pulls back slowly. You ball your hands into tight fists as his cock lights up your insides with so much heat you feel smoke tickle your ass.
“Will you be showing up to my office with panty lines after today?” he asks when one hand is groping your breast and the other is caressing your cheek, pulling your face to look at his.
“No, sir,” you reply. His hips thrust up into you, and you shut your eyes as his hips shove your body up against the desk. Your wrists are rubbing against his tie, but that sharp sensation pales in comparison to his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. The ache in your stomach is fighting between the sharp twists and a sweet unraveling relief of the knots loosening. “Mr. Kim.”
You moan as he begins a slow in and out rhythm. His lips are on your neck with his hands pushing your body toward his, lifting your hips up and down slightly to build up better friction. Your eyes travel mindlessly around the walls of his office when you open your eyes, every thrust sending his sweet heat deep into you, lighting your nerves up with shaking heat.
He pulls away from your neck when he builds up to a faster rhythm. He leans back, his eyes focused on his cock pushing in and out of you. When your stomach is feeling like the starving ache is just starting to unravel, he stops, breathing heavily. He groans with his lips shut tight while you give out a soft moan when he pushes your hips up against his.
He hooks his arm under your left knee and brings your leg up to rest the bottom of your foot against the edge of the desk. You give out a soft cry, furrowing your eyebrows, sweat gliding down your temples and back as the sensation of his cock inside of you shifts. A dull throb is pulsating at the back of your throat. He bucks his hips up as he pulls your knee against his body, and you give out a mewl as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot. A sharp, intense heat hits your guts and chest and you shake against him, your vision blurring again.
He gives out a guffaw and groans with more chuckles as he begins a shallow rhythm. Every push in sends the intense heat into your body and you’re on the edge of an orgasm as your stomach is filled continually with his hot heat. All you can do is arch your back and wiggle in his hold as he wraps one arm up your back, pressing your chest up against him.
“Do I feel good?” he asks as the hand on your back pushes you tighter against him. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are as red as ever, wet, tempting you to kiss him.
“Yes sir,” you give out desperate pants. Your insides are shaking as you’ve never felt such a steady intense flow of heat coursing inside of you. His cock is filling you up so well you can barely speak coherently. “N-never ever fucked t-this good.”
You shut your eyes and moan when he pulls your body closer to him. The tie is tugging tightly at your wrists as he keeps pulling you toward him, your arms still stuck behind your back. The sharp pain in your wrists blends in with the heat and pressure of his cock continually hitting your sweet spot, making you mewl and whimper.
“Quiet,” he says, letting go of your back and clapping his hand over your mouth. You struggle to breathe through your nose, opening your eyes to see the blurry shape of Mr. Kim’s face. Nodding, you breathe desperately through your nose.
His lips are over yours, his hand resting on your thigh. You moan into his lips as your tongues are moving together in and out of each other’s mouths. You try to break the kiss as his thumb presses against your throbbing pink clit. His mouth is sucking on your lips, his tongue shoving aggressively into your mouth as you mewl into his lips. Saliva drips down your mouth and chin as you let him assault your mouth, your mind too weak to do anything.
Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you blink them away. Mr. Kim releases your lips and his eyes go down to look at him playing with your pussy. His right arm is still holding your leg up against his body with his left hand flicking your wet, aching clit, and his cock continues to drive up into you in fast shallow pushes.
“Come, baby doll,” he says softly, lifting his head up to make eye contact with you. He bends forward and plants a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. His hold on your leg tightens and he begins to rub his thumb against your clit in a circular motion. His handiwork sends fire straight to your nerves, making your body shake violently on his desk and against him. “Come for me, baby doll.”
“Seunghun!” you blurt out when your orgasm comes crashing down. Your hips buck erratically as Mr. Kim continues to fuck you. Your stomach hurts as your muscles constrict with sweet pain while his hard cock pushes against your writhing pussy walls.
“Shh, not so loud,” he says before stilling, pressing his thumb against your clit. You focus on the blood swimming in your head, making you dizzy. Your entire body is filled with utter bliss, and you don’t want it to end. Your nerves are swaying as if an ocean breeze is washing over you. “Doll.”
You open your eyes, the blissful breeze rolling around just under your skin. It’s creating goosebumps up your shoulders. The pain in your wrists are throbbing and your left knee is aching.
Blinking away the blurry tears, you look down to see Mr. Kim retrieving his cock from your heat. His hand pumps the length of his wet, thick cock, and he groans as ribbons of thick white come shoots out of his tip. You shiver as the hot heat of his come lands on your stomach, small splatters of it landing onto your bra, which had slipped down your arms, stretched and resting at your waist.
He releases you completely, your leg falling down heavily, and he takes a step back to look at the mess he made of you. Too fucked out to feel shame, you can only focus on his eyes drifting up and down your body. Heat hits your cheeks as you feel your insides warming up and squirming, your slick heat continuing to build inside of you.
“I’ll clean this up immediately, sir,” you pant out with heavy breaths. You lick your lips, uncomfortable with the dryness in your mouth.
“Let me enjoy how well you did today first,” he said with his usual patient, calm tone. His smile is sweet as the corner of his lips curve upwards and his eyes crinkle up. Your body is glowing in a gentle throbbing heat as Mr. Kim’s eyes travel up and down your body. “No more panties, doll, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
You shut your eyes with your head tilting into the air, your body lighting up in heat when Mr. Kim kisses your neck, his hands untying the knot that is holding your wrists together. He hums a low appreciative chuckle into your lips when you kiss him, giggling into his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, pushing your tongue against his lips. Your chest feels light and your mind is struggling to focus when his lips leave yours, his thumb stroking a soft touch against your cheek for a second.
“[Y/N],” he says as his hands wrap around your wrists, keeping your arms pressed against his body, “you called me informally again. How am I going to punish that disrespectful mouth of yours?”
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A Cup of Rose Americano
Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Original Female Character|Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Poor Girl/Rich Boy, Coffee Shop/Gangster AU (IDEK how I got here, just go with it)
Summary: There's more than meets the eye with every person, including Bae Jinyoung, the world's finest barista at Personal Barista Cafe
Word count: 4.7k
Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With Some Plot, Kissing, Mirror Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie
Author’s Note: I wanted to write a fluffy Coffee Shop AU but NGL something else has been preoccupying my mind and the world building to this fic kind of went off the rails and transformed into a completely different story. Enjoy this smut, readers! I really want to explore this world a lot more but IDK if I can commit to anything beyond this RN. So please, please enjoy this! Sorry in advance for mistakes! I don't always catch everything when I proofread.
I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!
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"Really, it'll be a...new coffee experience," Hyeon assured Sandy. She handed Sandy a green card. It felt like an expensive platinum credit card, the card made of metal, feeling heavy and cold in her hand. "All you have to do is fill out a survey after you get your free coffee. Once you make it inside, hand the card over to your barista."
"Aren't you supposed to find actual volunteers?" Sandy asked, looking at the shiny card. The only thing on the card was the name of the new test cafe, PB Cafe.
“Trust me,” Hyeon said with a grin. “You’ve never had coffee like this. This is free, too. You’re going to say no to free coffee? And I swear, this is really me saying it, their coffee is really good.”
“Fine, thanks for the free coffee.”
“Enjoy!” Hyeon turned her back to Sandy, most likely scanning for potential test subjects for her new marketing event. Being her best friend, Sandy was always her first test subject. She didn’t know if Hyeon’s bosses approved of her taking advantage of all the free stuff she was receiving.
Sandy walked over to a shop that was setup at the southwest corner of a 3 story building. The walls were white and the windows were covered by white curtains. “PB Cafe” was written in black on the front door, though there were no door handles. Standing in front of the door, Sandy noticed a black square pad beside the right side of the door. She pressed the green card to the black pad and jumped slightly as the glass door slid open. A short piano tune played, sounding old but familiar, reminding her of old Hollywood movies from the mid-20th Century.
Tentatively, she stepped in. Walking past the white curtains, she found herself inside a small room. At the back end of the room was a small bar with one wooden chair in front of it. It only took her 4 steps to reach the chair, so she pulled it out and sat down. The wall behind the bar slid down to the floor and a broad shouldered man walked out from what looked like a bright white light before the wall slid back up behind him.
Too shocked to react, Sandy set the green card down onto the smooth marble countertop. Her eyes couldn’t leave the face of her barista. He was very handsome and his small grin softened his masculine exterior. Wordlessly, he took the green card and placed it in the front left pocket of his black apron.
“Welcome to Personal Barista Cafe,” he said in a soft, sultry voice. “My name is Bae Jinyoung, your Personal Barista today. How shall I address you?”
“Uh, just call me Sandy, I don’t like formalities much.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sandy. If you don’t like formalities feel free to call me BaeJin or BaeBae.” She gave a soft chuckle and threw her hand over her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm up. Such a sultry man telling her to call him something as cute as BaeBae tickled her. “Is this your first drink with PB Cafe?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t know anything about this cafe, except that you have good coffee.”
“A Personal Barista will make you a personalized drink,” he explained, pulling out a menu form. “Whatever you order, I will make it in front of you. If you want to know how I prepare your drink, please let me know and I will explain as I go. If you want small talk instead, I enjoy a small conversation as I prepare you a drink. If you want silence, for any reason, please don’t feel pressured to speak if you don’t want to.”
“Can I get an Americano?” she asked, after glancing at the long list of coffee drinks. The menu was simple and elegant, the writings were in cursive but the paper was black and the ink white. She liked the seemingly simple attention to detail. “How long have you been a barista, BaeJin?”
“Almost a year,” he replied. He poured fresh ground coffee into a metal contraption with a long neck. She pressed her lips together as her eyes were fixed on his skilled, large hands. He was using a device to compact the coffee grounds.
“Do you enjoy being a barista?”
“I do. It allows me to be creative. My regular job is stressful.”
He put the coffee grounds into the machine and pressed a few buttons. She watched him place a small white espresso mug under the spout of the machine. He grabbed a large white mug of coffee, and looked at her with a soft grin.
“This is your side hustle?” she asked. PB Cafe seemed like it paid well.
“Most people have more than one job these days,” he replied.
“That’s true,” she replied. “I have a day job and a night job.”
“What are your jobs?”
“I’m interning at a law firm, helping a paralegal out. I’m hoping to get my private investigator’s license soon.”
“You want to be a private investigator?” he asked.
“I want to be a lawyer,” she answered, “but having a private investigator’s license helps me pick up skills. Research is the true gift of being a good lawyer.”
“Research. You must be very smart and hard working.”
“You are sweet,” she said, resting an elbow onto the counter, leaning forward. “I wish my smarts and hard work were enough to give me success. I’m lacking in luck lately.” His eyes drifted away from the espresso machine and looked into her eyes. She felt her cheeks turn hot, realizing she had overshared. It’d been a sad thought, too. “I feel very lucky right now.”
“Sandy, I don’t mean to make assumptions about people but if I were to guess you are someone with expensive tastes,” he said. He pulled out two small brown glass bottles from a drawer. “But, you settle for less.”
“I..” she breathed out.
She should have been insulted, but her barista BaeJin was right. Sandy had always been envious of people who could afford designer things or had the means to go on extravagant vacations, but all of that had always been a dream. The closest she got was free shit from Hyeon. A drink from PB Cafe was likely three times that of a drink from Starbucks, and Sandy could only afford Starbucks for special occasions.
“Why are you saying this?”
“I want to make you a drink in which you will appreciate,” he replied, pulling out a single stemmed pink rose from under the counter, and handed it to her. She felt her cheeks flush with heat as she accepted it. “Refined, seemingly ostentatious, but simple and hopefully, delicious.”
He poured hot water from a glass kettle into the mug. She felt her cheeks turn hot again as he reached over and plucked a single petal from the rose she held. He tilted a single drop of liquid from one of the brown bottles onto the petal.
“Rose water,” he said to her as he locked eyes with her for a second. He placed the rose petal into the mug, letting it float in the hot water. He poured the espresso into the mug of water, and took a spoon to scoop out the wilted petal, tossing it away before handing the drink to her.
She gave it a sip, and shut her eyes, a smile on her lips. Using a flower as aromatic as a rose was difficult to pull off in cuisine. Oftentimes the rose aroma was too overpowering, reminding one’s nose of perfume instead of food. Baejin’s Rose Americano, though, was the perfect balance of a good cup of coffee elevated with some elegance, refined by the subtlest hint of a rose’s sweet scent. The warm breath she exhaled after a hot sip of Americano filled her senses with flowery comfort.
“This is the most...beautiful cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted,” she replied, setting the mug down when she was half finished. “It tastes...beautiful.”
He gave a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile any wider than she already was. He was incredibly cute, grinning in reaction to her compliment. How could a man exude the amount of sensuality like BaeJin yet be so cute that she wanted to squish him like a marshmallow?
“You like it?” he asked.
“I do,” she replied. “I didn’t know a cup of Americano could be improved. Thank you for this cup of coffee. You’re a gifted barista.”
“Thank you. I would love to make you another drink.”
“I’ll try to come back one day,” she said earnestly.
She sipped her drink and glanced at her phone. Thanking her talented, handsome (and cute) barista BaeJin one last time, Sandy finished her drink and sprinted out of the odd, surreal cafe. She had to get ready for work. Smelling the pink rose in her hand, Sandy smiled to herself. Who knew her barista would be the first man to give her a rose?
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“Diamond! Malibu was accidentally double booked,” Danielle called out into the dressing room. “Can you give a lap dance in the Blue Champagne Room before going home?”
“Wait,” Sandy said, holding the gold hoop earring she’d just taken off her left earlobe, “I’m not going to chase Malibu for the flat fee. The last time I covered for her, not only did her John not tip me but I had to chase her for 4 days before she gave me the cash.”
“I have a hard time chasing her down, too,” Danielle said with a heavy sigh, handing her purple vape pen to Sandy to hold. She dug into her pink and purple Bedazzled fanny pack, and fished out a few bills. She handed a bag of clothing to Sandy. “Let me know if this John is handsy or out of line. He’s a new customer. You have five minutes, babe. Fix your makeup.”
Handing the vape pen back to her boss, Sandy put the cash into her purse before shutting and locking the drawer to her vanity. She put her earring back on and retouched her eye makeup and lipstick. Her locks of hair looked good as she combed her fingers through her hair, looking into the mirror before getting up to change.
Sandy hadn’t exactly planned on becoming a stripper, but during her freshman year in college, she took a class on feminist studies, specifically on sex work. What started out as a learning experience in respecting sex work, and educating herself on the legal struggles of sex workers’ rights, Sandy soon found herself stripping as a means of extra income. She herself was in need of money, and recognized her beauty was valued enough that she could make capital from it.
Having walked out on her dysfunctional family as soon as she turned 18, Sandy had been hustling on her own for years. She was still working towards a career in law, but in the meantime, she was balancing between her day job as an unpaid intern at a shitty law firm and her night job as a stripper at a club called Blue Paradise. Giving lap dances were only nice when she received good tips, but they didn’t happen often enough. All she wanted was a good tip.
Pulling out the outfit Danielle handed to her, she took off her clothes and put on her new outfit. She wore a neon pink G-string bikini bottom with her matching lace bra under a black pencil skirt and a white costume button up office dress shirt. She put on a loose blue tie around her neck, and put on a pair of thick black framed glasses, matching it with her black leather knee high boots. Apparently, this new customer had a librarian kink.
Walking down the hall, toward the other side of the back of the club, she entered the room with the blue door at the end of the hall. The Champagne Rooms, where customers received their private lap dances, were color coded. The Blue Room was where the clients with specific kinks went.
Opening the door, Sandy pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and looked up to see her John seated on the black couch. The dim lighting of the room cast a shadow over his body, making it hard for her to make out his face. She blinked, and closed her mouth, realizing that her customer was her barista from PB Cafe, BaeJin. It had been days since she had her cup of Rose Americano.
He was wearing a loosely worn grey sweater with black denim jeans. She didn’t think it was possible but he looked more handsome than she last remembered. Perhaps, with her body so close to his, knowing that he was there for devious reasons, her face flushed and her nipples hardened as heat rushed through her body from head to toe.
“BaeJin!” she said, forgetting her sexy librarian character.
“Don’t move,” he said, looking alarmed. She stood completely still, one hand on the door handle. “You’re a stripper, Sandy?”
“You...you remember me?” He nodded. “Stripping is helping me pay for my law degree.” She licked her lips and tilted her head, pushing her chest forward slightly. “I can give you what you want.”
“I can’t do this,” he replied, crossing his left leg over his right. His eyes left her, and diverted to the ground. Her ego was bruised. Not only did she need the money, but her vanity made her feel upset that he didn’t want a lap dance from her. “I should go.”
“I have to try to keep you here,” she said shyly, pressing her back against the door. “If I don’t, that means I’m not good at my job.”
“How long should we be in here for you to be considered good at your job?” he asked, his eyes returning to meet her gaze.
“You don’t want a lap dance? Am I not cute? My tits too small?”
He gave a chuckle, and looked away when his eyes moved to her chest as she talked.
“You’re very cute,” he replied, “but that’s the problem. As a barista, I don’t date customers. Since you didn’t actually pay for your drink, I thought it’d be OK to ask you out if I ever saw you again. But if I pay for this lap dance, I wouldn’t want to ask you out. It’s not fair for me to proposition you while you’re working.”
“You’ve been thinking hard about me?” Her cheeks felt hot and goosebumps formed on her arms. “Would you accept my invitation if I asked you out after this? I’m actually supposed to be off work by now, but this is my last job tonight. If I don’t give you a lap dance, we didn’t cross any lines, right?”
He nodded, and she gave a nervous chuckle.
“You said that being a barista was your side hustle,” she said, noticing the expensive watch and ring on his left hand. Sex workers had to know street codes to keep themselves safe, and watches and rings were how gang members communicated their loyalties and rankings. “What’s your main job? You said it’s stressful.”
His right hand wrapped around his platinum watch, the case of the watch encrusted with diamonds. The C9 Gang was a wealthy gang with origins in Tokyo, Japan, platinum was their calling card. BaeJin’s gold band emerald ring sat on his middle finger, indicating he was a made man of high rank. Sandy was impressed; BaeJin had acclimated to a high status in a gang at a young age.
“How long have you been working here, Sandy?” he asked in response.
“Diamond,” she answered, her grip remaining firm on the door. “My stage name is Diamond.”
“Sandy...Diamond,” he said with a grin. He stood, and she took a deep inhale of breath as he took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his hand gripped onto her wrist. Her hold on the door handle loosened. “You are the diamond in the rough in Blue Paradise. You still want to invite me out on a date?”
She took a gulp of breath, staring deeply into his dark brown eyes. He licked his lips and her eyes drifted to his mouth. Giving the most gentle nod of her head, she said, “Yes.”
“I drive a blue Ferrari F60 America,” he said as the tip of his nose touched hers.
“I don’t know anything about cars,” she replied, shutting her eyes. His breath was warm, making it hard for her to breathe. He chuckled and she felt his head rest onto her shoulder.
She opened her eyes when she felt a hand touch her chin.
“I drive a blue car,” he said, his eyes drifting down her face to her lips. His thumb ran across her bottom lip gently, sending heat deep into her groin. Her stomach ached at the touch. “It’ll be the most expensive looking car you’ll see when you walk outside.” He looked directly into her eyes again. “I’m a dangerous man, Sandy...Diamond. I have to ask you one more time, do you want to keep talking to me?”
She chewed on the inside of her left cheek nervously, and furrowed her eyebrows. Given how close she was to getting the paid job as a paralegal at Johnston’s &Partners, Sandy was one step closer to her dreams of becoming a lawyer. Would it be ethical to date a gangster?
“Will you take me home or will we be going to your place?” she answered. Life was too short not to take risks.
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Upon his request, she left work wearing her costume. BaeJin’s description of having the most expensive looking car was accurate. The navy blue car shone brighter than any other car, and the curves of the body created an elegant design to the car. He’d opened the passenger door for her. She realized her skirt barely covered her ass as the cold leather from the seat hit the back of her thighs.
He drove them up a curvy hill to get to his expensive mansion, placed behind a small forest. It sat atop of a mountainous hill, overlooking the bright lights of the city far below. BaeJin was a man of very high rank by the looks of his home. It was large and designed with multiple floor to ceiling windows. Sandy took a soft gulp of air as her mouth felt dry.
“Your home is beautiful,” she said when he led her into his home, the hallway lined with expensively framed paintings. The jade vase that held 3 white lilies beside the coat hanger looked like it was worth more than everything she owned, including the small amount of cash she had in her bank account.
BaeJin’s home aesthetic was minimalist, though each room had a piece of furniture that popped out, like the jade vase in the front entrance. In his bedroom, he had a rose gold encrusted full length mirror sitting at the foot of his bed. It was shameless, but did not surprise her. Their eyes locked as BaeJin sat down at the foot of the bed. Their fingers intertwined when she reached her left hand out to his outstretched right hand.
“I spent a week trying not to think about you,” he said, pulling her easily onto his lap. His free hand wrapped around her waist. “The closest thing to you was trying to get a stripper to dress up like a sexy librarian.”
“Aren’t you lucky?” she said, squeezing his hand. “You went to Blue Paradise wanting a fantasy. Instead, you left with your fantasy.”
His hand released hers and she felt his hand between her legs, sliding up against her slit. Shutting her eyes she gave a soft moan, surprised at his swift movement.
“You deserve the best in life,” he said into her ear before grazing his teeth gently against her neck. “Don’t ever settle for less.”
He kissed her, his lips warm and firm. His tongue parted her lips and she gave a soft hum. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, appreciating the taste of floral green tea from him. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her. He tasted better than the beautiful cup of Rose Americano.
With a clouded head, she helped him pull his sweater off as he aggressively pulled her top off of her, the cheap buttons popping loudly as they flew into the air. Her skirt failed to exist when he ripped the zipper and tore the fabric apart with his bare hands.
“Are you going to rip me apart?” she asked breathlessly when his fingers found their way under her bra, fondling her erect nipple. She gave a soft moan and he grinned as he pinched her sensitive bud.
“I’ll be as hard or soft as you want,” he assured her. The pad of his thumb grazed against her nipple. Her back shivered as a sharp heat rode up her back.
“I like a bit of both,” she said, her cheeks hot. It felt like a dream to have BaeJin telling her he would do as she wanted. “You ruined my skirt.”
“The cheap costume skirt?” he asked, his hand returning to rubbing her slit. “You don’t have to settle, remember?” She shut her eyes, her hand grabbing his arm as two of his fingers pressed against her clit. “I like you best without clothes anyway.” The heat intensified as his fingers moved down lower, moistening her panties with the slick heat coming out of her pussy. Her back shook again as his fingers moved up against her slit, and then back down. “Your voice is lovely.”
She moaned as she rested her head against his chest, his fingers continually creating more heat between her legs. One finger slipped under her panties, pulling the fabric away from her wet cunt. The back of his knuckle pressed against the engorged bud of her clit, and she mewled as he rubbed up and down against her.
“BaeBae,” she could only speak with a shaky breath, “BaeBae, I’m going to come.”
Her hips thrust haphazardly against his knuckle as a small flash of heat washed over her, goosebumps forming up the back of her neck. Her orgasm disappeared as soon as it came and she breathed through her mouth. Her pussy felt wet as her slick heat dripped out of her.
“I was just playing with you,” he said with an amused smile, his eyes locked onto the mess between her legs, including his wet fingers. He spread her juices onto her folds, and moved the pads of his index and middle fingers to draw small circles onto her clit. She mewled, shutting her eyes, as her hips rutted against the motions of his fingers. “But with you this wet, I can fuck you right now.”
“BaeBae,” she breathed out, opening her eyes.
Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at him. Wordlessly, she stood as their hands began removing each other’s clothes off. His expensive jewelry remained on as he pulled her back to his front, making her stand between his legs. His hand went between her legs and he massaged the inside of her thigh. She hummed a soft moan, enjoying the way his hand relaxed her muscles.
Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and his lips kissed her neck. He requested she trust him, and one hand reached down to her right knee and had her stretch her leg out to rest over his. As his other hand went to her left knee, she understood what he was doing. He wanted a full view of her pussy so she sat on his lap with her legs hooked over his.
“Ready to put this to use?” he asked, his hands kneading her hips. His reflection from the mirror was staring at her. She saw the cheeks of her flushed face turn a bright red, and she tilted her head down to look away from the mirror. The blood coursing through her chest up to her head clouded her vision. “Look at us.”
His right hand cupped her face, and she felt his wrist press up against the front of her neck. The pulse from his wrist beat rapidly against the pulse on her neck, and she struggled to breathe as her eyes locked onto his from the reflection in the mirror. Hot blood rushed to her groin and her hips jerked forward, out of her control. His left arm wrapped around her waist had her firmly in his hold, so all she could do was wiggle in his lap. Feeling the muscles of his thighs flex under her made her buttocks tighten, her body anticipating his cock.
“If you let me take you raw,” he said softly against her ear, his eyes locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror, “that’ll make you mine.”
His hold on her face was gone as his hand grabbed his cock. He rubbed his hard cock against her slit. She bit her bottom lip as his heat caused more juices to pool out of her cunt. It made her nerves shake, itching her skin in unbearable heat. He blinked, and his eyebrows furrowed as she opened her mouth to breathe loudly.
“I’m yours,” she said clearly. He groaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance. “Give me everything, BaeJin.” Pleasure blinded her vision as she saw nothing but white and gold flecks of stars. She gave a loud gulp when she felt his hand grip onto her chin again, his wrist pressing against her throat. Her grip on his arms tightened as she held onto him for leverage. His cock pushed in deeper, and the walls of her pussy trembled as heat filled her body in overwhelming waves. “I’m yours.”
His lips were on her neck and when her vision cleared all her eyes could focus was on the way his cock was fucking her pussy. He started with shallow pushes, the rhythm steady as she bounced on his lap. She came and she gave a gentle mewl, blurting out his name as her walls squeezed his cock. A gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she saw him shut his eyes tight.
“You’re so easy to please,” he said as he pushed in deep. She gave a loud groan as he pulled out roughly before pushing in fast, going in balls deep. He started a steady, deep rhythm and she cried as she was filled with undiluted pleasure.
“You fuck so good,” she moaned, her hand reaching back to grab his hair. He sucked on her neck, leaving a red mark before he kissed her shoulder. “BaeJin, fuck me. I’m gonna - I’m - I’m gonna come.”
His grip around her waist tightened as he pushed faster into her, and they bent forward together as he came into her in deep pushes. Her fingers dug into his skin as she shut her eyes, taking in the sensation of his hot seed filling up her insides.
“Come,” he panted out heavily as she felt him withdraw from her. She whimpered as she felt his middle finger push into her come-filled cunt. His thumb rubbed up against her clit, making her nerves dance in hot waves. She cried out a soft orgasm as she came again. She breathed heavily as she rested against his body.
“We barely know each other,” she said after a while. She didn’t know how long they sat together, staring at their reflection before she finally spoke.
“We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other,” he said, running a hand up and down her thigh, sending heat up and down her back. “You are mine now.”
He pulled her off his lap, and they laid in bed together. A shiver went down her back as he kissed her shoulder. They were facing each other, her left leg locked between his muscular thighs.
Giving a laugh, she watched him grab her wrist. He kissed the inside of her wrist before kissing the inside of her elbow. She shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her shoulder. Every kiss sent a vibrating heat under her skin. His mouth sucked on her neck and she grabbed onto the back of his hair as his teeth grazed against her skin. The muscles in her stomach tightened. The world ceased to exist as BaeJin’s embrace consumed her.
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cixthotshit · 3 years
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Attention [Imagine]
Pairing: BaeJin x Reader|[Y/N]
Rating/Warning: PG-13/Suggestive Sexual Situation
A/N: I'm not good with 2nd person POV/[Y/N] so I didn't write too much. I also am not used to short blurbs and Imagines. Apologies for any errors or shortcomings! Please remember that this is all fictional. Thanks for reading and please let me know if you want me to write more. 😳💙
[10:47 PM]
You have been hanging out in your boyfriend's room, tugging on his arm, begging for his attention. He'd been gaming on his computer for too long.
BaeJin sighs and grabs your arm before pulling you to him, his muscular thigh flexing against your clothed heat as you place yourself over his left thigh. His hands massage your hips as you make eye contact.
"You have my attention now, [Y/N]," BaeJin says, throwing his hands up behind his head. "Show me what you want, brat."
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cixthotshit · 3 years
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Gon Gonie
Pairing: Lee Byounggon/BX x Original Female Character|Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, just a drop of Angst, College/University AU, Friends to Lover (established)
Summary: Getting BX to see that she had a crush on him was a lot more work than Piti had thought it would be
Word count: 4.3k
Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With A Sprinkling of Plot, Kissing, Nipple Play, MtF Vaginal Sex
Author’s Note: This is a sister fic to an NCT fic of mine at my NCT fic blog. You don't have to read the original fic to get into this one, don't worry! You can read this as a stand alone one shot fic. But if you're here cuz you read my Yuta fic first, OK, I didn't plan to write this, but I couldn't help myself. I love BX and I had a lot of fun writing this! Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, I try my best when proofreading but things always slip through. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!
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Piti tucked a little of her yellow tshirt under her left boob, the underside of her breasts were sweaty. She bent down under her desk to check the connection of her computer and webcam before reaching behind her to pull her cotton pink shorts down. It was riding up her left butt cheek. Her fuzzy pink slippers made her toes sweaty, so she kicked them off, letting them roll over toward her wooden coffee table.
“I mean, I think I did it right,” she said, glancing behind her to see BX adjusting the lighting to the lamp she’d purchased 2 weeks previously. “If I can’t stream tonight, I’ll just tell Willa that I wasn’t meant to be a CamGirl. It sounds like such easy money.”
“You already have a big following on Insta,” he replied. “I thought you had sponsorships.”
“They don’t always pay,” she said, sitting on her desk chair. “Thanks for trying to help. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“No problem,” he said, his eyes fixed on the lighting in her living room. “At least you’re nice to me.”
“Suchin’s mean to you too?” Piti asked, laughing. BX had always received fairer treatment from Piti’s elder sister, but BX was much kinder to Suchin than Piti ever was. It was unfair for Suchin to be mean to BX.
“She’s been mean to everyone,” he answered. He sighed, pulling his phone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans. His eyes were glued to the screen as he sat down onto her baby blue couch. “She says that she’s stressed. I’m stressed too, you know?”
“What’s up?” Piti asked, walking away from her desk, which was set up beside the door to her balcony. She walked to the couch that sat beside her desk.
Sitting down next to BX, Piti took his left hand into her hands. There was a Bandaid wrapped around the top knuckle of his middle finger. She grinned, remembering when they’d FaceTimed in the morning. He’d cut his finger while cutting up an apple. For as long as she’d known him, he was prone to accidents.
They met when she transferred to a new university the previous year. He had always been her older sister’s friend, but she got along well enough with him that she could text or call him to ask about tech issues she had. Pressing her lips together to moisten the corners of her bottom lip, Piti had to admit that he’d become more than just her go-to tech person in the recent months.
Since starting his Film Studies, BX had come into contact with Piti more. He was filming partners with her sister. She was often trying to get Suchin’s attention, mostly asking her for help. Suchin had been busy directing and interviewing subjects for her documentary, so BX had become more reliable. He’d been the one to talk her through clearing out the clogged sink in her kitchen while he cleaned up the flesh wound on his middle finger.
His head rested against the back of the couch with his fingers half hidden behind the loose sleeves of his oversized grey sweater. His eyes remained glued onto his phone when she ran the tips of her fingers against his palm. Piti swallowed air as her eyes remained fixed on BX’s tongue licking his lips. The red of his lips reminded her of the Thai chili peppers she’d put into the curry she made for dinner. Her tongue burned with a sharp heat, remembering how hot the curry had been.
“I know our professor sucks,” he spoke up, his damp lips glistening under the lamp light. She released his hand, realizing he didn’t care what she was doing to his hand. The shaggy fabric of her periwinkle throw pillow cushioned her lower back as she rested her back against the couch. “I don’t know if film school is working out. Maybe I should have gone for medical studies. Do something in social sciences.”
“You’re still young,” she said, grabbing his hand again, giving it a squeeze.
His tone had sounded tired, more like he was thinking out loud instead of having an actual conversation with a human being, a very cute one too. Piti would remember never to give Film Studies a try if she wanted to keep her stress levels low. She bounced in her seat when he squeezed her hand back. Their eyes locked, and she gave him a half grin.
“You can change your career path whenever you want. Why do you think I want to give OnlyFans a try? I don’t know how long I’ll be this cute with such pretty tits.”
He gave a dry chuckle, his eyes returning to the illuminating light of his phone. His mouth was frozen into a handsome grin. Piti ran her free hand through her hair to stop herself from reaching out to touch the dimple on his cheek. She shifted herself to brush her chest against his arm, her heartbeat thumping rapidly up her back.
“Thanks for helping me,” she said, shifting her eyes to peer toward him. His eyes were lidded as he seemed to be reading something on his phone. “You help me out so much.”
“Come on,” he said before giving a scoff, tutting his tongue against the back of his teeth. His grin widened as his eyes returned to meet hers. “Of course. Any time.”
“Can I help you with anything?” she asked. She squeezed his hand again. “I’m sorry you’re stressed.”
“Thanks for listening to me complain,” he said, setting his phone down on the armchair.
“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes, pressing herself closer to him, “that’s hardly anything. Um, BX?” She squeezed his hand again. His face seemed to be coming in closer. The scent of Coke was infiltrating her nose as the warmth of his breath tingled her lips. “Do you think I’m cute?”
His lips touched hers, and she shut her eyes. Her entire face flared up in prickling heat. Her mind could only form curse words together as they flashed behind her eyelids in bold red letters. An overwhelming pressure built up in her chest, making her sinuses tingle uncomfortably.
He wrapped her into his arms, his hold warming her up. She broke their kiss, placing her hands onto his shoulders as she gave out a sob. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Piti?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Am I a bad kisser?”
“No, silly,” she replied, snorting a sob when she inhaled a breath. She shut her eyes as BX gave out a belly laugh. She groaned as she threw her face into his chest, fisting her hands into his sweater. “I like you so much, BX.”
Her voice was muffled, but she was completely embarrassed, unable to look up. She’d never liked anyone as much as she liked BX. When she’d realized that she liked him she did her usual flirting tactics. She put in extra effort into her looks when she met with him, such as when she called him to ask for assistance to set up her new webcam. It never failed to get her hookups’ attention whenever she was looking her most desirable.
Her yellow top was old, so the fabric was loose and slightly transparent. The hole at the hem near the left side of her hip was supposed to be tantalizing, she certainly always ran her fingers to play with the fabric there. The soft yellow and pink together made Piti feel like she was a colorful candy, ready to be unwrapped. But he seemed immune, uninterested.
“And it makes you sad?” BX said, his tone going low. His hold on her loosened.
She looked up at him, and the nerves in her jaw lit up, sending a warm sensation down the front of her throat. His gaze was soft, his lips barely parted. Tilting her head up, she gave a sniffle before kissing him. She shut her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows as she opened her mouth to capture his luscious bottom lip between hers. His tongue licked her lips, making her insides squirm like fish caught in a net.
“I like you,” she said again, pulling away from his kiss, the inside of her ears burning up. She’d never wanted to be the first person to admit to having feelings or attraction, but she knew there was more to her attraction to him than physical attraction. “I’ve been putting on my cutest clothes. I always make sure my hair is all bouncy and curly. And like, you never look at me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his dimple deepened as he smiled widely, touching his forehead to hers. “My mind’s been focused on the doc.” He paused. She shut her eyes as the warmth of his hand cupping her cheek sent a shiver down her back. “Holy shit, Piti. You like me?”
She opened her eyes and felt goosebumps form along her arms. His gaze was soft, and his eyes slowly drifted down her neck to her body. When his eyes met hers again she nodded gently.
“I’ve never wanted like, a boyfriend,” she confessed, her cheeks hot and her nipples hardened as heat surged down to her stomach, “but I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been going to bed thinking about you. And like, when you finally kissed me, like, I’m so embarrassed. I want you to like me back so much.”
“How can I not like you?” he asked. His thumb caressed her cheek, making her body warm up. He gave her a chaste kiss. “You’re always feeding me those rice balls with tuna. You thank me for the smallest things. We made that study playlist together and we split the songs up evenly. You’re the sweetest person I know.``
His hand touched her hip, massaging her before sliding it down to touch her thigh. She shook as his fingertips touched the bare skin of her inner thigh. His touch made her nerves light up in erratic flames, his fingers soft like silk. Her shaggy throw pillow was making her butt sweaty, but she didn’t want to break the mood by reaching behind her to toss a purple pillow aside. Every word out of his lips made her insides warm.
“You’ve got the most beautiful body, the softest skin, kissable lips.”
“Keep going,” she whispered, pressing herself closer to him.
“It’s brave that you live on your own,” he said, “and you’re never afraid to ask for help, either.” She pecked his lips. She’d wondered for weeks what he thought of her. Hearing him speak of her in nothing but positives filled her whole body with a comforting warmth. “Your confidence makes you hot, and lovely.”
“You’re like, the perfect guy,” she said, raking her fingers through his hair. His cheeks flushed and she planted wet kisses onto his cheek and neck. He laughed, his hands pulling her into his lap. “I’m serious, BX. You’re so patient, and like, you’re so caring to me. And you’re a beautiful man.” He groaned, shutting his eyes. She planted a kiss onto his left eyelid. “Your eyes are so pretty when you smile.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Your nose is cute.” She kissed his cheek. “Your skin is so much clearer than mine.” He chuckled. “Your lips are perfect.”
He kissed her, his tongue pushing against her lips. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against his. He groaned into her mouth, and she gripped onto his shoulders tightly as she felt a hand grope the inside of her thigh. He tasted like sugar and salt, the familiar blend of Coke and McDonalds fries filling up her senses.
“Fuck, you’re so bold,” she breathed out when she broke their kiss, the mixture of their saliva leaving a wet trail down her chin. She moaned, looking down at BX’s hand push up against her groin. His thumb pressed against the hood of her clit, and her hand shot down to grip onto his wrist. “Byounggon -”
“Gon, call me Gon,” he demanded, pushing his hand up and down against her slit. Red heat blinded her.
“Gon,” she said with a loud exhale. Blinking, she threw her fingers up to cover her smile as his cheeks flushed again, his head bowing down. His thumb drew circles against her, sending waves of heat deep inside, making her buck her hips. “Gon, oh my God!”
She gasped and bucked her hips again. His fingers slipped under her shorts, and she felt a hot flash of pride wash over her body. He’d grinned as he glanced up at her, feeling that she hadn’t worn any panties. Two of his fingers slid against her folds, applying pressure as they dragged upwards, making goosebumps form along her back and up her arms. Her grip on his wrist tightened as she looked up at him, his gaze drifting up to look her in the eyes.
“How do you worship your God?” he asked, his smile widening as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Calling me out already, that’s cute.”
“Gon,” she said, her cheeks hot. “Are you teasing me?”
“You don’t like it?” he asked. His hand slid away from her core, making her insides shake.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her grip on his wrist tightening again as she pressed her fingers against his hand.
“Hey, there’s a special word that you didn’t use,” he said, his smile disappearing.
“Gon?”
She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his tongue warming her lips once more. His hand slipped away from her hold, moving to caress her hip. Throwing her hands up to his chest, she pushed him off as she opened her eyes.
“‘Please,’ is the special word,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes barely open. “I know you can be a brat, Piti, but I don’t tolerate brattiness well, not when my dick is involved.”
She gave a shy chuckle, biting her bottom lip when his eyes drifted down her body. His finger pinched the fabric of her top near her left breast, and tugged down. Piti felt the folded fabric slip away from the underside of her boob, and she smiled, feeling her cheeks flush.
“That’s been bugging me,” he said, his hand sliding under her shirt. She pressed closer to him as his hand warmed her up, making her body shiver with his touch. “Your tits are distracting.”
“I know they’re cute.”
“Let’s see how cute,” he replied, grinning. His fingers grasped onto the front hem of her shirt and pulled it up. He groped her left breast, his fingers pinching her nipple. Her core flared with a deep heat, and she squeezed her thighs together. “If you become a CamGirl, you better charge top dollar. Your tits...your breasts...titties of a Goddess.”
“You’re such a cornball,” she said with a chuckle, scrunching up her face as she shut her eyes. He gave a gentle, low guffaw. A wet, slick sensation pushed up against her right nipple, and her gut felt a hot pressure release heat into her body as a sharp pinch hit her nipple.
She opened her eyes and raked her fingers through BX’s hair, watching him lick and suck on her breasts. As his mouth moved to her right breast, he fondled her left with his hand. She moaned out his name, pulling him closer against her. His body felt so good against hers, she wanted to melt into him.
“Want to fuck?” she asked, cupping his face into her hands. She pulled him up to look at her face, forcing his tongue away from her hardened nipple. “Please, Gon?”
He gave a gentle chuckle as he tilted his head down to plant a kiss onto the side of her neck. She shut her eyes, savoring the deep, calming heat his lips gave to her body every time he kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair again. A low groan reverberated into the center of her chest as he kissed her there.
“Should we take things into the bedroom?” he said softly, making her face flush as he sat up straight. He pulled her body up against his. He touched her chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling her face close to his.
“Yes, please,” she answered, nodding before he gave her a gentle kiss. Her body lit up, and she pulled forward, deepening their kiss.
He broke the kiss, and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he cupped her face with one hand.
“You’re cute when you say please.”
She took a deep inhale of breath as her hand reached to touch his groin. He groaned, and then tilted his head down to kiss her. They groaned into each other’s mouths as she applied pressure onto his cock, rubbing up and down his growing erection. One of his hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it and flicking her engorged nipple.
Pushing him away, she stood up as she took her top off. She slipped her shorts off and tilted her head to her left before turning away from BX to walk to her room. She bit her bottom lip as she heard him get off her couch, the sounds of his belt buckle unfastening ringing loudly in the quiet apartment. She giggled, trotting to her room as she heard the heavy steps of BX’s behind her.
“Really?” he said with a huff. “You’re going to make me chase you?”
“You’re so stressed you didn’t even see me showing my ass off to you,” she called out behind her as she jumped into her bed, the springs to her mattress squeaking as she reached to her night stand to turn the lamp on.
“I’m sorry,” he said, walking into her room with his sweater in his hands. He stopped at the foot of her bed, tossing his sweater to the floor. Her cheeks flushed and she felt adrenaline rush up her body as BX looked at her on the bed. “You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re hot,” she replied, standing on her knees, reaching over to grab his hands. “Come on, Gon. Please? I’ve been so horny for you.” “You’re horny for me?”
He gave a guffaw as she laid down onto the bed, letting him go. She shut her eyes and sighed loudly, resting the back of her curled fingers against her temples. She’d never had a partner stop to make jokes as she was naked in bed, begging him to fuck her.
The springs of the mattress squeaked and groaned as BX got into bed with her. Goosebumps formed up her legs and arms as she felt his body over hers, his left knee pushing her legs open. She gasped, opening her eyes, when she felt his hands grasp onto her wrists. Blood pumped furiously at her throat as he pressed her arms down into the mattress.
“So,” he asked softly as he looked down at her, his eyes moving up and down her face, “what will it take for you to call me again?”
“Gon?” she said against his lips as he pressed his lips over hers. She shut her eyes as his lips moved to capture hers. His thigh pressed up against her, and she moaned into his mouth as his thigh continually pressed up against her, the pressure of his thigh muscles flexing against her folds sent sharp heat into her body.
She breathed heavily through her mouth when he released her lips. His lips landed on her neck and his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin before licking and kissing the sweat off her neck and jaw. She took a sharp inhale of breath as his fingers tightened their hold on her wrists, her skin aching. The familiar wet sensation of BX’s tongue licking her tits returned as she exhaled out a sweet moan.
“Oh my God, that feels so good, Gon,” she said barely above a whisper. She squealed out a frustrated groan as his teeth captured the engorged bud on her right breast, grinding his teeth back and forth. Sharp, mind melting jolts of heat hit her groin like lightning. “Oh my God! Gonie! Gonie!”
“Gonie?” he said, his teeth releasing her immediately. Piti took in heavy, shaky breaths, her body so hot and her nerves so sensitive, BX was one thigh flex away from making her come. He kissed her lips. “That’s cute, Piti. Gonie. I’m your Gonie.”
“Gonie,” she said softly, breathing heavily, “are we going to fuck? Please?”
He chuckled, his fingers released their grip on her wrists and glided down her arms to caress her breasts. She arched her back and shut her eyes as her pussy was aching for his cock, her core wet and warm. A sharp heat hit her stomach as his hands kneaded her breasts.
“I like it when you ask in a sweeter way,” he said. She shut her eyes as his hand groped her right breast, her body radiating with a frustrated heat.
“Will you please put your beautiful cock inside of me, please?” she said immediately. He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The chuckles in his throat reverberated into her chest, sending sharp heat into her nipples.
When they broke their kiss, they sat up so she could grab a condom from her night stand drawer. She sat up in bed, and kissed his shoulder as she watched him put the condom on. He grinned at her, seeming to enjoy the attention. His hand stroked his cock before he laid down onto his back.
“What position do you like?” he asked as she laid down beside him, turning her body in toward his.
“Spoon me and play with my clit, please?”
“You’re so cute,” he said, his eyes lighting up as he smiled from ear to ear. “I like it when you say please.”
He kissed her before letting go of her so she could turn around to face her back to him. She felt a shiver ride down her body as his sweaty front came into contact with her back. His tongue licked her earlobe as his hand massaged the inside of her thigh, pulling her to lift her leg a little. She rested her head onto the pillow under her as she felt him enter her from behind. The kiss he planted onto her neck made her give out a gasp. His cock pulling the walls of her pussy apart caused her nerves to dance wildly, making her skin light up.
“Gonie,” she gave out a soft moan as she felt his hand fondle her breast.
He pushed in deep, and she gave a loud exhale. She grunted as he began to push in and out in a slow, deep rhythm, making her feel every motion of his cock. Desperate squeaks escaped her lips when his cock twitched inside of her as he paused, balls deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” she breathed out as BX’s hand moved between her legs, and she felt two of his fingers press against her clit.
She wriggled her hips against him as his fingers drew circles around her clit, and then spread to glide down against her labia before going back to draw circles around her clit. Her mind was spinning, like she’d ridden on a roller coaster where her legs dangled in the air as the giant machine she was strapped to made a giant 360 degree loop. Trying to focus, she thrust back as he pushed his hips toward her.
“Fuck,” it was his turn to swear. He groaned as he began to pick up a faster pace. She couldn’t keep up and shut her eyes as she threw her hand back to grab his hip to feel steady. Her fingers dug into his wet, soft flesh as he continually rutted into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Gon,” she panted out, “Gon! Gonie! Fuck me just like that.”
“It feels good when you squeeze on my cock,” he said against her ear as his fingers flicked her clit up and down. The sensations of sweat gliding down her back and chest overcame her as her mind went through another 360 degree loop. Her cunt clamped down on his cock as his fingers played with her clit. “Fucking hell, you’re going to make me come.” The bed springs squeaked and groaned in a furious, erratic rhythm as his fingers left her clit to grab the back of her thigh to push in deeper.
“Gonie, I’m gonna come,” she said desperately, her face unbearably hot. “You’re fucking me so good, Gonie. Your cock, Gonie!”
He guffawed, clearly on a high at her praises, keeping his fast pushes going. His fingers gripped onto the back of her thigh before gliding to grope her ass. Finally, his fingers returned to her clit, and she immediately lost herself. Three fingers rubbed against her clit before he captured her engorged bud between his forefinger and middle finger and pulled, milking her clit.
Champagne gold fireworks exploded before her eyelids as her body seemed to feel weightless, though she could still feel BX’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Her mind was spinning endlessly as her whole body tensed before an overwhelming calm overcame her, relaxing all the muscles in her body.
His hand moved up to massage her breast as he planted kisses onto her shoulder. His fast pushes continued as she turned her head over, opening her eyes slightly. BX bent forward and kissed her, closing his eyes. She gave a soft whimper as he gave a handful of erratic, sharp pushes into her. His tongue pushed aggressively into her mouth before he released her lips.
Spent, neither of them were able to speak, though BX withdrew from her. She shut her eyes and she listened to him move around, likely disposing of his condom. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt him spoon her, his lips warming her cheek.
“When can we do that again?” he asked into her ear, tickling her nerves and making her giggle.
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Thank you for reading!
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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It's BX's turn to give me the dirty thrill of wanting a boss!dom Byounggon too
Fixing his tie and giving a teasing smirk, please
My mind is in the gutter
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cixthotshit · 3 years
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(*)Update: 2022.10.24(YMD)
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cixthotshit · 2 years
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Pic/GIF Inspired Imagine 1
Detention Boys
A/N: I'm going to slowly turn pics I kept tagging into imagines. It might be a mess for awhile! Thank you for your patience. I always value feedback! Or just drop in to a say a hi or any CIX related thoughts, always welcome!
Synopsis: What if Yonghee, BX and Hyunsuk were students in a school where you were working as a substitute teacher?
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Genre: Fluff, AU!School Setting, Reader is a Substitute Teacher If anyone writes a fic based on/inspired by my imagines, NO NEED TO CREDIT! But please send a link to your fic?? I would love to read!
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Original GIFSet Inspiration: cixsense
You are assigned as a substitute teacher to run the 1 hour After School Detention
You walk into the class room to see these 3 boys, and no one else
You're shocked because they were polite students in the class you taught in the morning
Yonghee helped you with roll call because the teacher didn't leave you a list; how did he end up in detention?
Hyunsuk explains immediately that at the end of morning class he found his little brother's toy in his bookbag
BX and Yonghee agreed to join Hyunsuk in returning the toy and quietly slip back into their afternoon class
Clearly, the plan didn't work and they were caught returning and landed themselves in detention
You seem skeptical, but BX brings out pictures and videos of Hyunbin
He's the most adorable little kid in the world, OF COURSE
Though they shouldn't be skipping class, you can admit it was sweet of them to bring Hyunbin his toy
You spend the rest of detention talking to them and giving them candy (Hyunsuk needs to be fed)
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cixthotshit · 3 years
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I don't have much of a boss/employee kink but Seunghun in a suit has me wanting some boss!dom Seunghun imagines 🔥 👀
2021.12.28: 💙 So I wrote a fic 😅
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