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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year ago

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SKZ DRABBLE-Minho

Part III of Mafia!Minho, bitches. Saddle up. A/N: I know this isn't SKZ!Pack, but it's been in the works for a looooong time and I wanted you to have it. <3

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Mafia!Minho, Lee Minho, Lee Know, Minho, Y/N, FemReader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Minho x you, Minho x reader, Mafia AU, Part III, Skz imagines, Skz reactions, SKZ scenarios, Fluff, Angst

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Mafia Shit-guns, death, illegal dealings, daddy issues and misogyny, allusions to sexual assault and rape, loss of viriginity, blood. Mentions of previous pregnancy loss, miscarriage, current pregnancy. Breeding Kink, kinda? You'll see. Minho's just REALLY in to pregnant reader. 😂

"He's dead."

His blunt, cold words ricochet around the inside of your head, like a round fired too hastily from a gun, sloppy and dangerous, wounding everything they touch.

There's no way. There's no fucking way.

You say as much.

"That can't be true-"

His face contorts in anger, and he leans down to pinch your chin in a vicious grip that makes you wince, yanking your head back to meet his gaze, hot and pinning.

"It is true. Would you like to see the pictures, girl? The reports from Lim? His blood splattered across the wall?"

You sink to the floor.

Not JinYoung. Not your brother. Fuck, it can't be-

He straightens, releasing his iron grip on you and straightening his suit, glaring down at you with little more than cold disdain in his dark, narrowed eyes.

"He's dead, and you're worthless." He growls out, stuffing his hands into his pockets and considering you with something akin to disgust twisting his features.

Hot tears fill your eyes, and your fists clench in your lap, twisting the fabric of your dress.

You bite your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, and will yourself not to let a tear fall for him to see.

He scoffs, reaching down once more to take your chin in pinching fingers, making you whimper.

His eyes darken at the sound, as if he's a predator that has sensed weakness in his prey.

"You're worthless to me until you're wed." He hisses out, teeth clenched, muscle in his cheek bulging. "Remember that. You are nothing without a man in this world, girl, nothing."

He releases you without another word or look in your direction, whirling on his heel and stalking down the hallway, slamming the door to his office, probably already on the phone yelling at some poor inferior for killing his son.

You let your chin drop to your chest, and squeeze your eyes shut as you take several harsh, shuddering breaths, clenching and unclenching your fists.

It was his fault JinYoung was dead. His fault you were now all alone.

There was nothing you could do about it, not realistically, but you hated him for it all the same.

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"You're thinking too much again."

You jump slightly at the sound of Minho's voice, still husky with sleep, his fingers finding the warmth of your bare skin beneath the blankets.

You sigh, wanting to be irritated at his perception when it comes to you, but can't quite manage, not when his fingers are tickling your sides.

"How did you know?"

"Mm." Minho hums beneath his breath, pushing himself up behind where you lie propped on your elbow in the big bed, staring out the window at the slowly rising sun.

His fingers trace up the curling lines of the snake that wraps your spine.

"I know everything about you, princess." He replies in a murmur, fingers still slowly ticking their way up your spine. You hear a slight smile enter his voice. "Well, that, and your thoughts are so loud currently that I feel like you're speaking audibly."

You give another sigh, this one conceding, and feel Minho brush a light kiss across the family crest that marks your shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, princess. I promise you."

You feel panic well into your throat at the surety behind his words.

"It wasn't okay before." You blurt out without really considering, hand tracing down beneath the blankets without thought to rest on the small swell of your belly.

It's normal not to feel any movement yet, you know that, and yet-

Minho's soothing, firm voice sounds in your ear, his warm breath brushing across your cheek, grounding you.

"That was before. This is now."

The surety is still there beneath his words-strong and constant-and yet, the acidic taste of panic is still slowly filling your mouth, making it hard to breathe.

"Princess." Minho says in a low tone, taking not of the rapid rise and fall of your chest. "Look at me."

His hand snakes around the front of your throat, and he gently squeezes with his fingers, angling your head back until you're staring up at him, his gaze serious and dark.

You drink him in like you're parched and he's the only water source-the soft curve of his lips, the upper fuller than the lower, the tan sheen of his skin, the sharp angles of his face, the dark wave to his tousled hair, the black ink trailing across his upper chest and arms, teasing at his throat, the pink, fading scars littered across his otherwise flawless flesh.

Minho is the only thing in this moment that's keeping you sane, and you hold onto that thread with a desperate fervency that frightens even yourself.

The corner of his mouth curves slightly as he stares at you, one hand around your throat to keep you in place, the other slipping beneath the blankets to cover your own where it rests on your bare belly.

You glance down, and the sight of his inked fingers covering your own calm the hammering of your heart.

"It's going to be okay." Minho repeats softly, firmly. "Whatever happens, princess, we're going to be okay."

You stare up at him and force a shuddering breath from your lungs, your fingers intertwining with his own.

"Okay." You whisper back with finality, because whatever happens, with Minho here, you're going to be okay.

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You pause, hand splayed on the cool, carved wood of the door, and glance behind you to where Minho stands, several feet back, lingering in the mouth of the darkened hallway.

"You're not coming in?" You question softly, hesitantly, sudden butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Minho arches a brow, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He queries back, voice low and neutral.

You hear the quiet chatter of men's voices from beyond the door, the clink of glasses, and a shudder of fear goes down your spine at the thought of facing them alone.

"I don't know-" You stutter out, staring at him, trying to get a read through your suddenly mounting panic. "I just thought I need-"

You.

You don't finish the sentence, the words dying in your throat, and Minho's expression shifts slightly, his eyes darkening, his lips pulling into a serious line.

"Princess." He steps toward you, reaching out, and his fingers creep beneath your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

His features soften slightly, and he takes in a slow breath.

"I will always stand beside you, I will always be here whenever you want me, but let me make one thing very clear-you do not need me."

You stare up at him, words thick on your tongue, and the corner of his mouth quirks into the hint of an amused curve.

He lets a finger stroke along your chin, his voice dropping slightly even as his eyes grow fiery.

"You do not need me-or any other man-to make you powerful. You are powerful entirely on your own, and it is a beautiful sight to behold."

You take in a shuddering, sharp inhale, his fervent words settling into your bones, and let your fingers slide beneath the cuffs of the expensive suit he wears, tracing the ink you know is hidden there.

Minho smiles. "Who do you think runs the criminal world, darling? It's not the men. We're the face, yes, but behind every great man is an even greater woman."

He tilts your chin once more, and you let your head fall against the door behind you, staring up at him openly now.

He reaches out, and brushes a stray hair from your forehead with gentle fingers.

His skin is warm, and you lean into his touch, as he presses his lips to the flesh just below your ear, brushing a kiss there as he utters beneath his breath, for only you to hear, "Women mask lethality behind femininity, and it is their greatest weapon. You are not powerless, princess, no, far from it. You do not need anyone, because you are the queen."

He presses another kiss against your throat, right above your fluttering pulse, and pulls back.

You stare at him for another moment, and then straighten the gown you wear.

"You're right. I have the power here."

A smirk flickers across Minho's lips, his eyes heating with admiration as he watches you.

He jerks his chin toward the door and the voices beyond.

"Yeah, you fucking do. Remind them who's the queen. Give them hell, princess."

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"Yeong-ah." Changbin whines, stamping his foot impatiently where he stands beside the island, a dramatic pout on his face. "You're taking too long!"

Yeong-Ja giggles at his antics, glancing up from pulling on her second shoe. "I'm almost done, Uncle Binnie!"

You hide your smile behind a sip of coffee, as Chan appears, tossing the car keys to Changbin-who catches them easily- before crouching down to finish helping Yeong-Ja with her shoe.

"Thanks, Uncle Channie!" Yeong-Ja beams, bouncing to her feet beside him, as Chan grins and straightens, patting her head.

"You're welcome, Yeong-ah." He straightens the bow in her hair, before he glances to Changbin, already standing in the door way, keys in his hand. "Now, let's get going huh? Your mom and dad have a very important appointment today, and we have puppies to see."

"Okay, Uncle Channie!" Your daughter's face lights up at Chan's words, as she slips her hand into his, her tiny fingers curling around his own, dark with black ink, reminiscent to Minho's.

It never ceases to amaze you how gentle and loving all these big mafia men are with your daughter.

"Oh, fuck me." Minho grumbles beneath his breath at Chan's statement, brow furrowed in a sour expression, as he leans against the counter beside you and takes a long gulp of his own coffee.

You hide another grin behind the rim of your cup.

Chan glances up at Minho's muttered curse, ever sharp, ever alert, and gives your husband a crooked grin, brow arched.

"What do you say, boss? What color of puppy do you want? Brown or Black?"

Minho levels the other man with a glare, as Yeong-Ja bounces excitedly beside him.

"I could not care less, Christopher."

Changbin grins broadly from the doorway, enjoying the little goading match from afar.

"Ah, c'mon. Don't you want a matching set?" He motions with a jerk of his head toward Suwon, currently sleeping under the large kitchen table. The black Doberman barely raises his head at the commotion.

Minho takes another drink from his coffee.

"The only matching set I want is you and Chan's heads on sticks."

"Sorry, boss!" Changbin calls, ignoring Minho's dark threat entirely, a grin slipping across his lips as he twirls the jangling keys around his finger, turning toward the door. "Can't hear you. Gotta go."

"Okay, on that note-" Chan clears his throat, coughing over a chuckle, as he herds your daughter toward the door. "-let's get going."

"Bye mommy, bye daddy!" Yeong-Ja calls over her shoulder with a little wave, before she disappears, dwarfed between the two large men.

Changbin throws one last amused, knowing look over his shoulder in Minho's direction, giving a cheeky little wave, before they all leave from sight.

"Fuck." Minho swears vehemently beneath his breath and promptly moves around the counter to dump the rest of his coffee down the sink.

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"He's going to ask to see her again, you know."

Minho glances up from his phone to meet your gaze from across the backseat of the car, his expression darkening slightly at your words, and the open worry etched across your face.

He tucks his phone back into the pocket of his suit coat, and slides across the seat to sit beside you, hand coming down to rest on your own.

"And my answer will be the same as it always is." He replies back in a hushed, but dangerously serious, tone, his fingers squeezing your own. "When he comes to see her as his granddaughter, and not just as an heir to a massive criminal empire, then he can meet her."

You take in a shaky breath and glance out the window.

The roads are becoming familiar, you're close to your father's estate.

"Princess."

Minho's cool fingers tilt your chin back to him, making you meet his gaze. The corner of his lip curls into the hint of a smile.

"You do not reside on your knees for him any longer. He has no power left to lord over you."

You take in another breath, and will the butterflies to soothe in your belly.

You give Minho a small, shaky smile, and squeeze his hand. The metal of his rings are cold, grounding, against your palm.

"I know."

"If anything-" Minho glances past you as you pull into the long drive, your father's opulent mansion rising quickly in the distance.

He gives you a smirk and an arch of his brow as you turn into the gate.

"-now that you have myself and all my resources at your disposal, he should be absolutely terrified of you."

The car comes to a stop, and Minho slides out, straightening his jacket and offering you his hand.

You take in another steadying breath, holding onto his arm as you walk toward the entrance of your childhood home.

The door swings open as you approach, and your father appears, stepping onto the top step of the staircase, watching the two of you with a penetrating gaze.

You resist the urge to shudder under that look you know so well.

Minho pulls you up the stairs with him, his steps confident, and you try to borrow some of his courage, stiffening your back and shoulders as your father steps to meet you both, a fake, overly large smile sliding into place across his pale, thin lips.

Of course he would greet you personally, no butler was good enough for Lee Minho, not when you were trying to keep up appearances.

"Ah, there he is, my son-in-law, man of the hour." Your father extends a hand, and Minho shakes it, though you can see by the slight tic of the muscle in his jaw that he doesn't enjoy the contact.

To his credit, your husband does a hell of a good job putting on a front, his slight smile in your father's direction much more believable than the man's who raised you.

"Boss Park. A pleasure, as always."

Your father doesn't even glance in your direction, motioning for Minho to follow him into the cooled, dimly lit air of the front entrance hall.

You can hear a record playing from somewhere farther within the mansion, probably your father's office.

"Now." Your father waves away an approaching maid, and she scurries to grab an empty tray, headed for the kitchen. He turns, that same sickly smile on his face, and rubs his hands together gleefully. "Shall we get straight to business then?"

"You know I don't enjoy small talk." Minho inclines his head to your father, who takes that as a yes to his previous question.

"Of course." He motions for Minho to move down the hallway, his arm extended. "I'll have Maria bring us refreshments in the parlor. Shall we?"

Minho's hand moves to the small of your back, warm through the thin material of the dress you wear, coaxing you forward with him as he moves to step past your father.

You're thankful for the support, you worry the trembling of your legs will give you away.

"Ah, ah, ah." Your father holds out his arm, stopping your forward motion, and for the first time since you arrived, his eyes flit to you, the corners of his lips curling up into something akin to a disgusted sneer. "You know the rules of my household, daughter. Women are not allowed in business meetings. You can wait here. Catch up with that little maid and the old household cook you were so fond of growing up."

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, and something triumphant flashes across your father's dark gaze.

He knows that the cook you were 'so fond of growing up' was executed-shot in the garden while you were made to watch-on his order.

Can't have your daughter getting too close to the help now, can you? Not when secrets could be spilled, reputations dirtied.

Minho is talking, his voice fuzzy through your panicked memories, and you blink, focusing in on what he's saying, staring your father down with a serious, almost deadly, expression.

"I'm sorry, Boss Park, but when your daughter married me, she became my wife, and where I go, my wife goes. Those are my household rules. You understand."

Your father's lips part as his gaze flicks to you once more, as if he's thinking about disagreeing with Minho, but the flash of threat in Minho's dark eyes must convince him otherwise, because he plasters a strained smile onto his face and laughs, throwing his hands out.

"Of course. My apologies. Right this way then."

Minho glances at you, giving you a small reassuring smile, before he squeezes your hand, and you fall into step behind your father.

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"Try to relax, (Y/N)."

Your doctor gives you a kind smile, the ultrasound wand posed and ready above your bare belly, the screen tilted toward the bed.

You swallow hard and nod, trying to focus on relaxing the tense muscles of your entire body one by one.

Minho squeezes your fingers where he crouches beside the bed, keeping up the pressure until you glance at him, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you worry it incessantly.

He reaches out to free the raw skin from your hold.

"Breathe, baby." He admonishes quietly, inked fingers stroking your knuckles in a reassuring pattern.

"Ready?" Your doctor asks, glancing between the two of you, lowering the wand slowly as she waits for your go ahead.

You stare at the blank, dark screen behind her, and try not to vomit.

"I'm scared." You admit to Minho in a whisper, hand tightening around his own, your breath coming slightly erratically now.

Minho pushes himself to his feet without a word, releasing his hold on your hand, and you almost reach out to grab for him again, before you realize he's sliding behind you on the bed, tugging you back against the warmth of his chest, his arms going around your shoulders protectively as he tucks your head beneath his chin.

"What did I tell you before, princess?"

You swallow again, gaze darting to your waiting doctor, and the screen beyond her shoulder.

"That it's going to be okay."

"Mm. Good girl." Minho hums a sound of approval in his throat, and you feel his lips brush across your forehead. "And it's going to be."

You take in a shuddering breath, and then give a little, jerky nod.

Minho's fingers find your own once more, and you feel him lift his chin from your head, glancing at the doctor.

She must see what she needs to in his gaze, because with a nod of her own, she finally touches the ultrasound wand to your belly.

Your body tenses at the contact as she begins to move the wand around slowly, her gaze laser focused on the screen.

Minho reaches his hand around to the front of your throat, his fingers finding purchase beneath your chin, and you don't resist him as he tips your head back, guiding you to meet his gaze.

"Just look at me, baby. Deep breath."

You force your chest in and out-once, twice-and Minho gives a nod of approval, leaning down to kiss your forehead once more.

"Good girl."

There is quiet, you don't know how long it's been since the doctor started her exam, and you feel your stomach twist, bile burning your throat, the longer the oppressive silence drags on.

Fuck, shouldn't you have heard something by now?

What if-

"Ah, there we go." The doctor murmurs, almost to herself, and suddenly, the sound of a heartbeat-fast and fluttering, like a hummingbirds wings, echoing the frantic pace of your own-fills the room.

Minho grins down at you, and you see the relief flash across his eyes as the heartbeat continues, strong and steady. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Your body sags with relief, and you glance at the screen beyond the doctor's shoulder-no longer dark-a shimmering, spiking line flickering constantly across the monitor in perfect time with the rapid heartbeat.

"Baby sounds perfect." Your doctor continues, smiling up at the two of you, as she moves the wand around and the heartbeat heightens a little. "Right on track."

"Oh my god." You breathe out, putting a trembling hand up to your mouth, sudden hot tears filling your eyes. "Fuck."

Minho laughs a little, leaning over to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his arms squeezing you protectively.

His next exhale comes out more than a little shaky.

"Fuck indeed, baby. Fuck indeed."

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There is blood.

Blood smearing the inside of your legs, blood pounding hard in your ears, blooding staining the disgusting cock of the man looming over you, leering.

You glance to the door where your father had disappeared, giving his men free reign over you, some sort of lesson, and you know, deep down, that there is blood on his hands too.

But unlike the crimson marking you and the man creeping in, it's not the visible kind.

There is blood.

Dripping down between your fingers, coating your palms in slick red, so thick and so ingrained that even the running water is not enough to wash it away, not completely.

You scrub frantically at your hands, but the crimson only seems to multiply, filling the cracks and seeping into the edges of your vision.

You are hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks, and without your bidding, your gaze slides back to the man on the floor.

Dead.

Lying in a quickly congealing pool of blood and slaughter, your bucket and rag left hastily beside his blown out head.

The rag is already wet and sopping with blood, even after only one quick stroke across the cement.

You lean over the sink and vomit.

There is blood.

You can feel it, pooling beneath your hips, but you're too scared to look beneath the covers, too sure of what you'll find, your heart already shattering in your chest.

You feel sick to your stomach, and the cramping is worsening.

Rolling to your side, you curl your body into the safety of the fetal position, and try to drown out the low murmur of the doctor's voice from the other side of the room.

Screwing your eyes shut, you keep it all inside, and scream with rage where no one will hear.

There is blood.

Flecked across the tawny skin of his cheekbones, spattering the front of his white dress shirt, his prized shoes, congealing and blending with the dark ink that flows across his knuckles until they are almost one.

He steps toward you, and you run to him without a second thought, terrified enough that the breath in your lungs refuses to leave, not until you've got your hands on him and made sure he's all right.

Your bodies collide, and Minho holds you up as a sob tears from between your lips.

You reach up and put your palms on either side of his face, the crimson splatters, sprinkled across his nose like morbid freckles, accentuating the gold flecks that flash in the dark recesses of his eyes.

Minho's lips twist into the hint of a smile.

"It's not mine, princess. Don't worry."

You feel your lungs collapse, your chest caving, and you throw your arms around him violently, never willing to let him leave your grasp again, at least for tonight.

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There is blood.

You step around the puddle on the floor with nothing more than a disinterested glance, your sneakers squeaking on the concrete.

Behind you, Felix makes a muffled sound of disgust in the back of his throat.

"God, they really need to clean up down here."

You glance over your shoulder at him, as he steps around the bloody puddle on the floor with an open look of horror on his face, a grin breaking free from your lips.

You wait for him to catch up to you, and link your arm in his as you continue down the long hallway.

"C'mon, Lixie. I think it's charming."

He gives you an arch of his brow, and you laugh a little.

The interoggation rooms built beneath the mansion serve a purprose-regardless of how dark-and honestly, you're grateful Minho had thought of them.

It's a way to keep the men you hold dear close enough that you know they're not in danger while they do their jobs.

Plus, hearing the screams when you come down here can be therapeutic in a way.

"Besides-" You reach the end of the hall and stop in front of the door there, glancing over at the man beside you as you reach for the knob. "I guarantee, when they come down here, cleaning is the last thing on Changbin and Chan's minds."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Savages."

You grin once more, and roll the door knob in your hand, pushing the door inward easily.

"It's why we love them."

You step into the room, Felix close on your heels, and as the door shuts behind you, your eyes flicker around the small chamber, taking everything in.

Chan is standing against the far wall beside Changbin, muttering something to him rapidly in a low voice.

There's a wall of instruments on the north side, anything from clamps to syringes, all used to get enemies talking.

And in the center of the room, a hunched form of a struggling man, bound to a chair, face covered with a sack.

You can just make out the muffled swears coming from beneath the rough fabric.

You take a step into the light that beams down on the man, encircling him in the gloom, and Chan and Changbin push up from the wall as one, their chatter ceasing immediately.

Changbin grins at you dangerously, as Chan rolls his head from side to side, waiting for your instructions.

Felix, silent as a ghost, leans against the door behind you, watching.

You tilt your head toward the man.

"Show me his face."

"Gladly." Changbin's teeth gleam sharply, as he leans forward and rips the cover roughly off the man's head.

The man looks around, disoriented, his long, gray hair wild, eyes wide and white with fear, the gag held between his teeth stained with spittle.

You feel a spark of fear light in your stomach at the sight of his face-older now, lined, but still recognizable-but force it back down with a long breath, stepping closer calmly, until the man's frantically roving eyes land on you.

"Take off his gag."

Chan steps up silently now, untying the gag at the back of the man's head, and as soon as it's loose enough, the man spits it out, licking his dry, chapped lips, as he glances between you and the men surrounding him with fury in his eyes.

"What the fuck is this? Who do you think you are? I could have you thrown to the bottom of a lake so no one would find your bodies, you know-"

You tsk your tongue in disapproval, and the man halts his tirade, his eyes narrowing, his weaselly features sharp.

"Empty threats." You sigh, stepping toward him, cocking your head as you study him.

He's shrunk after all these years, his skin almost paper thin, his hair greasy.

The eyes are the same though.

Hungry, predatory, evil.

His lips lift into the start of a snarl, revealing yellowing teeth.

"I don't know who you think you are, you bitch, but I assure you-"

Changbin's hand tangles into the man's stringy hair, yanking his head back roughly, shutting him up.

"Shut the fuck up, old man. Watch your tongue." He growls, glaring down at the man, his eyes blurring with tears as Changbin tugs once more on his hair painfully hard. "Or else I'll make sure that what she does to you will feel like mercy when I'm done with you."

He shoves the man's head forward, and he sputters, trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, spittle flying from his lips.

Chan steps around the chair and holds out a knife toward you, his brow arched.

You take it without hesitation, and play with the razor sharp tip for a moment, ticking it off your fingertips as you study the man, lost in thought.

He glares up at you, his eyes full of hatred.

You almost laugh.

Oh trust me, not as much hatred as I hold toward you, Wu Chen.

You sigh, a long suffering sound, and address the man sitting, still now, before you.

"Do you recognize me, Mr. Wu?"

His dark eyes flash with something full of anger, but no recognition crosses his murderous gaze.

"Why should I?"

You cluck your tongue in annoyance, glancing up from the gleaming knife held in your hands.

"You took something from me once."

A brief flash of confusion swirls with the fury, and then his jaw clenches, his features going hard.

He gives a humorless laugh.

"I've taken things from a lot of people." His eyes glint with the predator, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lets his gaze fall down the length of your body. "Quite a few of them delicious, mouthy little cunts such as yourself."

He's trying to unnerve you.

It's not working.

You've given him enough fear for one lifetime already.

No more.

You step forward, and lean over him, your hand going on the back of the chair, the knife held alert between the two of you, dangerously close to his jugular.

His eyes flick down to the steel, and you don't miss the way his throat bobs with a swallow.

"You took something. Long ago. Took something from someone who couldn't fight back. Something that was never yours to begin with. Do you remember what that was, Mr. Wu?"

Your voice is quiet, steady, but venomous and deadly as a viper waiting to strike.

His eyes meet yours, and when it's clear he's not going to respond, you sigh, sliding the knife up the column of his throat slowly, watching as the crimson appears in the shallow cut you leave behind.

He flinches, but remains quiet.

"A girl." You continue, voice dropping to nothing more than a deadly murmur.

Something like recognition flashes in the dark of his eyes, and suddenly, the man sitting bound before you looks a hell of a lot more nervous than he did before.

You let a small smirk flick the corner of your lips, as you lean back, taking the knife away from his throat.

"She wasn't strong enough to fight you back then. But she is now."

You lift your chin at Chan, and he steps around in front of your prisoner, leaning over to rip open the closure of his suit pants.

"What, what are you doing?" He splutters, immediately writhing in the chair once more, as Chan proceeds to easily tear his pants open, baring thin, scarred legs to the cold air of the room.

Changbin steps up as Chan finishes and goes around the chair, back to his side, holding the man still with firm hands on his shoulders as you approach once more.

You lean over, and easily shred the boxers he wears with one quick flick of your wrist that holds the knife.

The man before you screams and struggles, as his shrunken, shriveled cock springs free for all to see.

"Mm." You hum in your throat thoughtfully, staring at the man and his member with consideration. "It's a lot smaller than I remembered."

Changbin leans over the man's shoulder to get a look and grins, his eyes glinting.

You glance back to your prisoner, and a smirk curves your lips as he cries out in terror, fighting against his bonds and the hold of Changbin's hands.

You step closer and hold up the knife for him to see, the metal glinting in the overhead light.

"No, no, please-" He flails, begging pathetically, but you ignore him, angling the knife expertly as you close in.

The smirk doesn't leave your lips, as you arch a brow and stare down at the writhing, pathetic excuse of a man before you.

Your voice is steady when you speak, rising above the sound of his pleas.

"You took something precious from me, Mr. Wu. Now it's time for me to take something from you."

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You hear Minho before you see him.

The door to the bedroom sounds, and the room is immediately filled with curses and general angry lamentations as he struggles to get through the crack he's made in the door without letting the dogs on the other side in with him.

You can hear him yelling all the way from the ensuite bathroom.

"Get back, you hairy fuckers!-Jesus-Suwon, don't do that, you damned beast!-fuck-and you! Fucking bane of my existence!-ow-Give me back my fucking shoe and go find a ball, you damned fucking demon hound!"

The door finally slams, and you hear rapid paws head down the hall on the other side, Suwon and the new puppy, probably in search of Yeong-Ja.

Minho appears then in the doorway of the bathroom, looking frazzled, a lone dress shoe held in his hand, his lips smashed into a thin line of rage.

You try to hide your smile, glancing at him over your shoulder, as you continue to ready to get in the already running shower.

"Have a bit of a struggle, Boss Lee?" You query innocently, eyes wide as you regard him, like you haven't just heard everything that occurred.

He swears under his breath and tosses the chewed shoe into the trash, reaching up to swipe a hand through his disheveled hair with an agitated rake of his fingers.

"Fucking dogs. That fucking puppy is even worse than Suwon was."

You grin now, turning toward him, and his eyes trail down your naked body, catching on the prevalent bump that now takes up your midsection.

"Baby, Bohoja will learn, just like Suwon did. You won't be stuck with ruined shoes forever."

"Mmm." Minho hums something like distracted agreement under his breath, his eyes still on you, as if he's lost his train of thought and is no longer thinking about the hellhounds that roam the halls. "He had better. Or I'll have Chan's head on a stick." He takes a step toward you. "But that's not what I came to talk about."

You arch a brow, playing innocent for awhile longer.

"Oh? What did you come to talk about then, husband?"

His eyes darken predatorially at the lilting tease to your voice, a challenge, and he growls, closing the space between you, his hand going up to grip your chin.

Your bare chest brushes his through the material of the dress shirt he wears, and you can already feel his arousal, long and rock hard against your leg.

It makes you want to shiver, even though the steamy bathroom is more than a little warm.

His eyes trace up your body once more, and then flick to your face, catching on your cheekbone, before he reaches up with his free hand to brush something on your skin.

You lean into his touch, brushing your lips over the inked skin of his knuckles.

"You have blood on your face, princess."

You arch a brow. "Does that turn you on?"

Minho's eyes flash dark, dangerous, and his lip curls up to reveal a flash of his teeth, his voice a husky growl in the back of his throat.

"Incredibly."

You smirk, and he stares at you for another moment, hunger clear in his eyes, and you think maybe he'll give in and take you right here, against the bathroom counter, but instead, he sighs, and lets his free hand tangle into your hair, tilting your head back so your gaze meets his.

"You found him then."

It's a statement, not a question.

You nod. "Yes."

Minho's brow arches, and the corner of his mouth lifts into the start of a smirk.

"And?"

You sigh, pulling from his grasp as you step away, turning back when you reach the waiting shower.

Minho hasn't moved, watching your every move.

Eyes locked on his, you step backward into the flowing water, and it immediately coats your skin in hot rivulets, making everything slick.

You arch a brow, watching the predatory look come back into Minho's eyes as the water wets your skin, pooling in streams down between your breasts, your thighs.

You cock your head, as if considering, and then say without preamble, "And I cut off his pathetic excuse for a dick. I gave it to cook. She's going to make a fancy pate out of it and feed it to the dogs."

Minho breathes out, you see it in the way his chest rises and falls and then he's striding to the open air shower, ripping his tie off as he comes, stepping into the stream of water in the rest of his clothing without a second thought.

He takes your chin in a bruising grip with one hand, and snakes his other hand down between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as he touches the wetness there, just for him.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, princess." He grits out, tilting your head back so that he can look into your eyes while he finger fucks you.

"So you tell me." You try to give him a teasing smile, but the expression is lost as your mouth parts and a gasp escapes your lips when he curls his fingers.

"No, I mean-" He backs you against the wall with his body, the water drenching the shirt he wears, you can see his tan skin and the ink across his chest through the wet material, and lets his gaze travel appreciatively down your length once more. "-you're always fucking beautiful, but god-"

He groans gutturally , leaning into you, mouth open against your own, as he hits a spot that has you gripping onto him, keening audibly.

"-there's something so incredibly fucking sexy about you when you're pregnant."

His words send a thrill of heat straight to your core.

"Take this off." You practically beg, pawing uselessly at his shirt, and he pulls his hand away from you to undo the buttons, tugging it open impatiently, as you reach down to free him of his pants.

You're eager for him to take you, to claim you, but instead of immediately finding purchase inside you, Minho drops to his knees in front of you, and runs his hands reverently over your swollen belly, glancing up at you through the streams of water.

His hair is dark, dripping, and you bury your fingers into it.

"I put this here. You, carrying my kid, princess-" He takes in a deep breath, his fingers still caressing your skin. "Fuck, now everyone knows who you belong to. Everyone knows you're mine."

You stare down at him, this man on his knees for you, this man who has given you everything-and you smile.

"I don't think there was ever any doubt about who I belonged to, Lee Minho. It's always been you."

Minho surges to his feet and covers your mouth with his own, your tongues tangling instantly, your body melting into his, his fingers finding you once again right where he left off, making you jolt against him and gasp in pleasure.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice husky, gravely, against your lips.

"You." You breathe back, hand already trailing down between your two bodies to find him. Your fingers close around him, and Minho shudders. "All of you. Always."

"You have all of me, princess. Always." He repeats in a hoarse voice, before he sheathes himself fully inside of you without warning, making you both cry out.

And you know he means it.

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"Ow." You huff beneath your breath, shifting on the chaise, as Yeong-Ja looks up from playing with the puppy on the floor in front of the fire.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

You give her a smile that's more like a grimace as the baby kicks you strongly again, foot sinking up under your ribs.

"Baby brother is just kicking me, that's all, baby. I'm okay."

Yeong-Ja immediately turns back to Bohoja, teasing him with a rope toy.

"'Baby brother'?" Minho queries, leaving his desk and sliding in beside you on the sofa, his arm going around you as he pulls you close.

You smile, glancing up at him. "Just a feeling."

Another kick, another curse under your breath.

"Fuck. Minho. Tell your son to behave please."

Minho chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and breathing you in, his hand sliding down to rest on the apex of your stomach.

"Sorry, princess. You know how we Lee men are."

The baby kicks again against his palm, and Minho curves his fingers along the curvature of your belly, as if holding the unborn baby close from the outside.

You sigh, and snuggle back into him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Well-" You acquiesce, stifling a yawn as you lean your head on his shoulder, and watch Yeong-Ja playing happily with the puppy, Suwon dozing near by. "-I'd better get used to it then, because I wouldn't have them any other way."

You feel the warmth of Minho's breath as he buries his face once more in your hair, holding you close.

"I love you, princess. And the murderous little creature currently growing in your womb."

You grin and kiss his chest through the thin material of his dress shirt.

"I love you too, Boss Lee."

Love.

There is so much love.

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daddyfordaeddy · 1 year ago

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[Updated February 1 2025]

All stories contain smut, minors do not interact.

Request guidelines

I write for any group, but I reserve the write to decline a request or part of a request for any reason.

I will not write :

Graphic sexual assault, pedophilia and incest, animal abuse, glamorisation of any mental health or physical ailments, any material that may encourage sasaeng actions, and rape.

Please don’t ask for frequent updates on your request—I do my best to write as quickly as I can. You can inquire about the status but please try not to ask without reprieve.

Ateez

A Proposition - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader

You’re watching a show in peace, but when Wooyoung comes home from work, he has a proposition…

Celebrate For You - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader

It’s your birthday and Wooyoung’s a little surprised at your wish, but not against it

Blue Blood - king! Seonghwa x queen! Reader

Your marriage to Seonghwa has been nothing exciting. But things change during his coronation ball

Long Winter's Night - werewolf! Yunho x f! Reader

On the week of the solstice, Yunho’s rut starts

A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader [Tipsy Drabbles]

After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex

Hospitality - sugar baby! Wooyoung x sugar mommy! Reader [extension of fff24 day 20 by sanjoongie]

After your first roleplay sparked a deep want for more, you and Wooyoung finally are able to act out your next desires

I Can't Make You Love Me - fuckbuddies! Jongho x f! Reader

You’re in love with Jongho, but all he wants is your body. Against your better judgement, you keep letting him use you.

Décolletage - servant! Wooyoung x f! lady! Reader

Your servant wants to serve you more than your husband ever could.

Renaître Du Vin - cult! ATEEZ x f! Reader

It’s the night of your initiation into the Hala Collective. the smell of crisp wine fills the air. you wonder what will happen.

Better Than Predicted - Wooyoung x fortune teller! f! Reader x Yeosang

After hearing rumours, Wooyoung would like to see the fabled fortune teller himself. and he drags his unsuspecting best friend, Yeosang, along.

Me Dévorer, Tremée Dans le Sang - vampire! ATEEZ x vampire! f! Reader

At the annual blood ball, hands wander and blood is spilt. but you have the honour of meeting the hosts of the major event.

Kisses for a Kitty - cat hybrid! San x f! human! Reader

When you return from work, San wants to cuddle…except it leads into something more.

February Filth Fest 2024

Lunch Break - CEO! husband! San x f! Reader

After delivering lunch to your husband’s office, the two of you get a little sidetracked

Double-Stuffed Oreo - boyfriend! Wooyoung x Reader

What better way to ravish your boyfriend than to double-stuff him?

Free Game - boyfriend! San x f! Reader

You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

Take the Time - god of time! San x f! Reader

Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it

Enough for You - husband! Mingi x f! Reader x other man! Hongjoong

Your second man is coming over for a night of passion, and your husband would like to attend

GOT7

I Feel So High When It's Just Us Two - Jinyoung x Mark

Mark sends Jinyoung a video, and Jinyoung is not pleased

Dinner Preparations - husband! Jinyoung x f! Reader

Jinyoung surprises you in the kitchen

Hands On - boyfriend! Jinyoung x f! Reader

Jinyoung cuts his hand at work. You lend him yours

Rule of Three - lawyers! YugMark x secretary! f! Reader

Mark and Yugyeom are having some fun in the office after hours, and you walk in on them

Your Touch is All I Need - boyfriend! Mark x f! Reader

You and Mark fuck in a bathroom and its hot and definitely not gross and germ-y in there

MISC

Thirst Week - monster/fantastical beasts! ATEEZ, Red Velvet, Stray Kids, (G)I-DLE x f! Reader

Moving into a house that the realtor claimed was haunted brought you more pleasure than pain…literally.

#masterlist

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shadowkoo · 1 year ago

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mini requests

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Hi! If you are interested in sending in a mini request for a moodboard & companion drabble, please continue reading for all the steps on how to do so. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

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To Request:

Choose a group & member (max of 2 please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this:

"Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting as some groups below have members with the same name

Groups + Members I Write:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

SEVENTEEN - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

NCT - Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Mark

XDINARY HEROES - Jungsu, Jooyeon, Jiseok, Seungmin, Hyeongjun, Gunil

TOMORROW X TOGETHER - Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Kai

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

Genres + AUs:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Vampire

Demon

Royalty

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits across from you, debating whether or not you're dangerous.

You wake up to moonlight across your face, and a body laying next to you in bed...who is that?

The demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

"This was supposed to be romantic, but now I have regrets."

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

All mini requests will be written as female reader insert unless gender neutral is requested (I do not write mxm or male insert)

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual or dubious sex.

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koishiro · 2 years ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡⠀ . ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ミ★ ☽ ͡꒱

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Request to join taglist by commenting under this post with your username and character works you would be interested in! (E.g): koishiro, gojo/geto hcs

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Requests will be done on a first-come first-serve basis. Naturally, in order to submit a request, you will require some basic information of the work intended such as au’s, character, prompt, reaction, etc. Being more specific about the work you’re requesting will allow me to write a more cohesive piece in response to said request!

(E.g): I’d like to request Gojo reacting to [prompt]

Naturally, requests will only be done when the request status is OPEN. If you choose to send a request when the status is CLOSED, it will be ignored until requests are re-opened (and then naturally, I’ll get to you soon!) requests are completed in about 1-2 weeks notice depending on how busy I am.

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶’𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻’𝑺

YES!

jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuta, inumaki, itadori, megumi)

jjk women (nobara, maki, miwa, utahime, mai, shoko)

bllk boys (isagi, rin, nagi, sei, reo, chigiri, niko, bachira)

csm men (aki, yoshida, denji, kishibe, angel devil)

csm women (makima, himeno, power)

fruits basket (kyo, hatori, shigure, yuki, hatsuharu, ayame)

tokyo ghoul men (kaneki, hideyoshi, kishou, nishiki, sasaki, yomo)

tokyo ghoul women (touka kirishima)

haikyuu!! (osamu, astumu, hinata)

bnha (bakugo, tamaki, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, dabi, shigaraki, aizawa)

genshin (diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, itto, kaveh, childe, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, dainsleif)

ateez (san, mingi, yeosang, wooyoung, hongjoong, yunho, jongho, seonghwa)

bts (jungkook, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, namjoon, jin, hoseok)

got7 (jackson wang, jay b, bambam, mark, yugyeom, jinyoung, young-jae)

monsta x (wonho, shownu, I.M, kihyun, hyungwon, minhyuk, joohoney)

fluff, comfort, au’s, prompts, etc. (I don’t write angst)

drabbles, hcs, oneshots, smut

share your thoughts in the ask box! I’m happy to elaborate on them even if not in formatted writing!

I really like learning new things so if I’m not familiar with the anime / game / kpop band, I will research into it but keep in mind it may take more time.

I do try and be as vast as I can with my posts ranging from anime to video games to kpop so I will accept any fandom requests as long as it keeps to my [rules].

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WARNING: my works do and/or will consist of some alcohol consumption, implied sex, detailed smut, substance usage, arguing, aggressive behaviour, suggestive content, making out, etc. my account is 18+, please be aware of this when reading! Works that do include any of the above will have warnings beforehand!

DONT’S!

no descriptive nsfw or anything suggestive for characters that are underaged (e.g: yuuta, nobara, inumaki, maki, itadori, miwa, megumi, mai) I will age these characters up if so

heavy topics like eds, depression, suicide, death, etc.

no oc/name inserts, works are entirely reader inserts.

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daemour · 1 year ago

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You bring a glass of wine to your lips, letting the tangy bitterness envelop your taste buds. A smirk pulls at your lips.

This is my sub-masterlist for tipsy drabbles---the masterlist can support only so many links after all ;) Please enjoy the following content! The main masterlist can be found here

(All fics marked with a ♥ are smut/implied smut. Minors do not interact)

ATEEZ

A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader ♥

After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex.

Manhattan - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

A late night photo inspiration leads to something more.

Brooklyn - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur [sequel to Manhattan]

GOT7

Bear like Marmalade - hybrid! BamBam x gn! Reader

You just want to enjoy a (pretty sad) dinner after moving. But your simple meal consisting of toast and marmalade is interrupted by your neighbour. Who really, really likes your food apparently.

Mini-Series

Red Lotus, Red Herring - assassin! BamBam x assassin! Reader (platonic) | An assassin should always be on their toes, a lesson you think you have down.

Between the Sheets - police! Yugyeom x gn! Reader ♥ | Yugyeom didn’t expect this.

Death in the Afternoon - husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae’s late, and you’re worried.

Adios, Motherfucker - no pairing, Mark centered | All occording to plan. Remember Murphy’s Law, Mark.

Painkiller - yandere! Jackson x f! Reader | Jackson’s addicted to you.

Blow My Skull Off - implied police! Jinyoung x assassin! BamBam | A deal is struck.

Tuxedo - no pairing, Jaebeom centered | The game is almost over, but how will it turn up?

Last Word - light husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae wakes up and can’t quite remember what happened.

MISCELLANEOUS

Planter's Punch - ex! Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi finds you drinking your break-up away in a bar. He wants to get you to stop drinking….but he is the cause of your break up.

French 75 - heiress! Joohyun x gn! Reader ♥

When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

#tipsydrabbles #tipsy drabbles #fanfiction #fanfic #masterlist

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jjpmoans · 5 years ago

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Stuck with you | pjy

word count : 375 words

not proofread. An impromptu drabble bcs @papillonsgf and @jjinyounf gave me inspiration and cres said POST IT. so here it is!

It's one of the quarantine days.

Ever since quarantine started, you've been doing a lot of things just to catch up on things that you couldn't have done on regular days.

Today you wake up to Jinyoung again, sleeping peacefully while his arms around you, linking his fingers with yours.

And as you stare at him, it suddenly feels that it's too much for you. You haven't been spending time with him a lot before quarantine but look at you now, waking up in his arms every day without fail.

"Are you just gonna stare at my beautiful face or can we have sex? I'm hard."

You laugh at his request, lifting your blanket to see that he's indeed hard, his length curving up against his abs. "Exactly why are you hard?"

"I don't know. Maybe bcs you're sexy?"

"Idiot." You screech as Jinyoung lifts himself and climbs on top of you, caging you in his arms. He tries to dive in and press you a kiss, however failed when you playfully push him away.

He then aims for your neck, sucking that one spot which never fails to turn you on, even by a single lick.

"What if- oh," a moan escapes you while you place your hands on his chest, just a useless attempt to stop him. "What if- oh god- what if I don't want to have sex?" You try to dodge the request just to see how he would react but Jinyoung is Jinyoung, he knows a way to make it work.

"Oh you would want to." He muses, stubbles tickling your skin as he pulls your nightgown down, exposing your breasts. "I'll make sure you do."

"You can't run from me anyways. You're stuck with me."

"Yeah." Another laughter erupts, slowly turning into a moan after Jinyoung captures your nipple in between his teeth, putting a delicious pleasure on the taut bud.

Jinyoung is serious about it though, because you feel his calloused hand descending your curves to your south, slotting his finger between your folds and starts rubbing it slowly.

You give in, spreading your legs widen and that's when you feel him smiling against your skin as you mutter, "Yeah too bad. I guess I'm stuck with you."

#the moans writing #jinyoung smut #jinyoung drabble #jinyoung smut drabble #jinyoung got7

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kpop-hive · 3 years ago

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Injured from Sex- Got7

Jaebeom- You woke up to the soft sounds of the birds chirping. Jaebeom was sleeping soundly next to you when all of a sudden you felt a sting on your ass, you winced in pain, Jaebeom immediately woke up after the small whimpers left from your lips smiling first but then it immediately changed when he saw your expressions. “Was I too rough last night?” He asked with a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah kinda, but it’s okay.” You smiled. Jaebeom cuddled you, his hands soothing over the sore skin of your ass as you felt the warmness of his body. “I’ll try to not go harder on you next time beautiful.”

Mark- You woke up with soreness spread across your hips when you woke up from a deep sleep, you tried to turn on your other side but it was the same affect. Curious, you got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, with heavy eyes, you lifted the oversized shirt of your boyfriend to see the prominent bruises on both of your hips, fingerprint shaped and slightly sore. You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and like clockwork Mark saw the bruises on your skin. “I’m sorry I did that to you, you just make me go crazy.” He said before kissing your neck making you smile. “You look good in my shirt too.” He smirked before dragging you back to bed with him.

Jackson- In your mind, Jackson has a switch implanted in him that he can turn on or off when it comes to roughness in the bed, so it wasn’t an unknown circumstance when you woke up to sore legs the morning after. You used to be very flexible, but when you stopped stretching and doing yoga like you used to you lost that slight edge in yourself, but you still did it, along with the compromising positions and the overstimulation you received you knew how your legs would feel in the morning. Hopping out of bed, you wobbled to the bathroom while Jackson let out a small chuckle before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. “You need to stretch a little more babe.” He sighed.

Jinyoung- You swore your hair felt like it was caught in a vacuum cleaner when you woke up from your sleep. Jinyoung went a little too rough last night as he gripped your hair as he thrusted into you from behind, he is usually rough with you, and you are able to take it, but you guess your hair was just extra sensitive last night so you knew when you attempted to detangle your hair that your scalp would be too sore, and you didn’t want to cause breakage to your strands from all the unnecessary tension. You walked back into the bedroom with your hair in a bun, Jinyoung looking a little confused. “I thought you leaving your hair down?” “I was until a certain someone decided to pull my hair a little too hard last night.” You replied. He chuckled before walking up to you to kiss you before issuing you an apology.

Youngjae- One thing about Youngjae is that he is very passionate about you and your body. He takes time knowing all of your sweet and sensitive spots so it was no surprise to you when you walked to the bathroom to see the red-purple marks that grazed your neck all over, many near each other in the same spots as well as a few on the back of your neck. You loved how territorial Youngjae was over you, but you hated how much they hurt to the touch and the covering them up with concealer for work method as well. You slightly jumped when you felt a warm damp towel on the back of your neck, Youngjae stood proudly holding the towel to your neck before kissing your lips. “Sorry I was too rough on you, I only wanted people to know that you’re mine.” He smiled.

BamBam- You woke up and looked at the heating pad sitting in the chair from across the room. You woke up with an aching pain in your back from last night. When BamBam said he would fuck you into the mattress he was not joking at all. The throbbing pain got worse as you thought about it. Finally, you got up reaching for the heating pad and took it to your bed. Ready to plug it in, BamBam woke up quickly enough to see you getting back to bed as you waited for the pad to heat up, placing underneath your back. “Back still hurt?” He asked slightly awake. “Yeah.” You sighed. “Well instead of a heating pad, how about a nice hot bath?” “Do you plan on making my back hurt more?” You asked. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you insist…” He replied. “Fuck it, it’s worth it.” You said ready to start the bath.

Yugyeom- It was one thing to have sex with Yugyeom, it was another thing to challenge his skills and stamina. You knew this boy was a dancer, and that he was incredibly awesome in bed because of that, but due to your proudness, you challenged him to a stamina battle which you completely failed at, but what was worse was the aching pain you felt between your legs the morning after. You could barely keep your legs closed because it was causing to much friction. You slowly sat up, ready to walk to the bath, but your legs had faltered. Yugyeom saw the intense state you were in felt bad. He quickly came to you, picked you up, and laid you back in bed. “Yugyeom what are you-” “Shh, let me take care of you.�� He said moving his mouth lower to your sore core.

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cutie-cix · 3 years ago

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Cix + Hickeys 😳

I don’t usually write things hehe but here I go:

This is for Dai aka @yong-jelly bc they’ve been rlly busy & I don’t wanna add yet another request to their current 6 😅 this is something I cannot absolutely CANNOT get off my brain and I need to spill it somewhere so here I go

In fact I don’t wanna be a full fanfic writer cause I can’t do that but I might open up this account for lil cix blurbs like this

Minors: DNI, this is a suggestive piece

Also it’s a GN!Reader, Yonghee’s implies long hair on the reader tho

Byounggon

Thinks of hickeys as very intimate

Not like super into giving them?? But I could see that changing over time

Doesn’t like the thought of having one (doesn’t wanna tarnish his reputation/cause a scandal) but will love the feeling of your lips on his collarbone so he loses track of time & ends up with one there anyways

I feel like he’d just wear a turtleneck after getting one 😭

Or just something with a big collar that will cover it up

Which makes it all the more special

He would be the type to tell you how ashamed he is to have it, but the next time you’re making out he’d point to the spot on his neck/collarbone where he wants his next one

Likes having them in secret places

Ngl he definitely giggles while you’re giving him one

Seunghun

Oh boy

Looooooves it

Giving, receiving, the whole lot

Please mark him up

He especially loves to mark you along your jawline

Please kiss him there too

I have a feeling everything he does in the bedroom he wants reciprocated to him and that’s his way or expressing his wants & needs 😅

You’re still in bed when he finds the hickey while looking in the mirror the next day & gives you a pouty “look what you did to me” talk about how he has work and now has to put makeup over it (jokingly of course bc you KNOW he loves the marks)

But then you get up & enter the bathroom & he sees about 5 or 6 hickeys all over your face & chest so he’s one to talk

Loves marking your thighs too

Yonghee

Ashamed of it all, really

Def could learn to like it, but it’s just shocking for him

Most likely because he’s never been loved by somebody the way you love him & can’t believe that you do??

Like Byounggon, didn’t intend for it to happen

He just knows there’s one spot on your neck— right behind your left ear, that is sensitive

I think he’s honestly very careful not to give you one unless you specifically ask for it tho

Poor angel can’t go to work like this,,

You wake up the next morning to find him in the bathroom with Tiktok open, frantically trying that trick where you take a whisk and try to remove the hickey with that 😭

Asks you to give him one on his chest next time because that he can keep secret (unless he’s doing another unit stage w Seunghun because we all know how that went 😩)

(Side note I’ve seen the Yongtiddies in the flesh which is still crazy to me)

A lil panicky at first but it turns out he likes it cause he asks you to do it again 😳

He’s only given you one, and he finds it while you’re cooking breakfast the next day

He pushes your hair behind your ear & sees the spot he was loving on the day before

Honestly the only reaction I can see him having is just him being like “what have I done???”

But you reassure him it’s no biggie (at least your hair covers it)

Bae Jinyoung

Oh boy

I don’t think he’d necessarily give you one unless he felt jealous/possessive

& I think he gets that way a lot

Doesn’t mind having to cover up the ones you give him, as long as they’re not obvious/ too out in the open

Honestly probably makes lil noises while kissing your neck

Oh the PRAISE—

He’s just complimenting the shit out of you

Maybe gets a lil handsy while he’s giving you one

Likes getting them, sure, but nothing compares to the feeling of his lips practically glued to your neck/chest

Next day he’s like “oh well, we both have them, now we’ll just have to get matching hoodies to cover them up 🤷🏻”

Hyunsuk

I genuinely believe hickeys are his favorite thing

This might get long and I’m sorry if it does but I’m bound to get carried away

Loves the feeling of giving and getting, for 2 very different reasons

Loves getting them because he could just stay tangled in bed with you all day & the feeling of being in the moment (and having something to show for it) is just such a beautiful thing

Here’s where it gets real good: loves LOVES seeing the marks on you the next day

It’s definitely something he’s proud of, like if you complain about having to cover them up for work, he’d just be like “I can’t help it, I love you too much”

What really gets him going tho is when the other members see the marks

You’re just walking into the kitchen to grab a snack when Seunghun & Jinyoung look at each other

He’s the maknae, I always feel like there’s a certain level of having to prove yourself when you’re the maknae

It’s almost his way of bragging to the boys about how good the sex is tbh 😅

It’s his way of asserting a level of unspoken dominance with the others, they notice them on you (and the ones you put on him too) & say nothing

He never speaks a word about it to the others but gets all smirky at times

He just wants the others to know how in love with you he is and vice versa

#cix drabbles #cix yonghee #cix jinyoung #cix seunghun #cix bx #cix byounggon #cix hyunsuk #cix x reader #cix smut #yonghee smut #bx smut #bae jinyoung smut #Yoon hyunsuk smut #seunghun smut

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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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GOT7 Masterlist

Updated: 1.19.25

Beautiful Thing [A/F/S] - 34.9k, Ongoing - GOT7 is promoting SeoulMate by wearing their device and going to “search” for their soulmate. While their devices are active, they’re not allowed to contact their soulmate. That is, until they pair with you. 🧭

Dye with Me [F/A] - 8.1k, Complete - A collection of royalty au drabbles where you catch the eye or heart of a king or prince. 👑

Page 108 [A]

MK.one | MK.two

Wet [F/S] - 8.3k - You forgot to get Jaebeom a birthday present, so you offer a coupon for whatever he wants. He picks a date. 🎂

Night Cuddles [F] - 0.6k - You have a nightmare and go to Jaebeom for comfort. 🧭

It's the (Right) Time [F] - 0.6k - You end up with Jay's gift. 🎄🖋️

Come Here [S]

Page 10 [F/H] 🧭

JB.one | JB.two [A]

Pizza Delivery [F] - 0.5k - “I’ve ordered takeout every night this week and you always seem to be my delivery person.”

Page 168 [F]

JS.one [A] | JS.two [F] 🎄

Page 17 [S]

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JY.One | JY.two

Dive [S] - 3.3k, Request - You invite your roommate to join you in the tub when his night out with his friends turns sour.

Rockabye Baby [F] - 0.7k - You fell asleep in a hammock with Youngjae. 🧭

YJ.one [F] | YJ.two

Everything Changed [A] - 1.6k, Request - You notice a change in BamBam’s behavior during an ordinary game night. A few questions later and the ground is dropping from underneath your feet.

Stress Relief [S] f/ Lisa - 0.8k - Everyone knows an orgasm is the best way to relieve stress. And sharing is caring, after all.

Zodiac Bias: Taurus [S] - 0.7k - BamBam’s dared to do that thing with the ice cube on you. ♉

Page 173 [A/F]

BB.one [A/F] | BB.two [H]

Everything Changed [A] - 1.6k, Request - You notice a change in BamBam’s behavior during an ordinary game night. A few questions later, the ground is dropping from underneath your feet.

When in Vegas [S] - 0.8k, Request - it's mostly just riding Yugyeom's face

Page 202 [A]

YG.one [A] | YG.two

Reactions

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hwangyeonjun · 4 years ago

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bonus day 35 - riding

pairing: jinyoung x fem!reader

warnings: smut(+18), unprotected sex, choking

kinktober masterlist got7 masterlist

you sank down on him, palms pressed against his chest, jinyoung had his hands on your ass, guiding you. your mouth fell open, gasping for air as you felt the tip of his cock press against your g spot.

“fuck” you hissed through your teeth, looking down at him. jinyoung was smirking knowingly at you, his hand slowly sliding up your body until it reached your neck. he squeezed the sides softly, waiting to get a reaction from you which he got.

you whimpered in his hold while starting to move your hips up and down. even though you were on top, jinyoung still had control over you. one of his hands was holding you by your throat, while the other one was squeezing your ass, helping you ride him.

“you feel so good” he said almost below whisper, his eyes were almost closed and his mouth was slightly open.

“kiss me” you mumbled out your words and jinyoung quickly removed his hold of your throat and pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips hurriedly. it was messy, full of tongue, teeth and saliva. by know he had his both hands on your bottom, bringing your hips up and then slamming them down with force, making you moan loudly into the kiss.

“cum”

#hwangyeonjun's kinktober #got7 #got7 smut #park jinyoung #park jinyoung x reader #park jinyoung smut #jinyoung smut #got7 jinyoung #got7 x reader #got7 drabble #got7 imagine

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vad-hander · 3 years ago

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NO NAME

Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)

Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you'll get it as you read it)

Words: 10.5k

PART 1 | PART 2

“Johnny, you know, this is a bad idea?” your eyes ran over your tipsy best friend.

“Why? I see nothing bad about this idea.”

“You’re asking me if you could sleep with my closest girlfriend, I see nothing good about it?” you tore the glass from his hand, when he filled it. His eyes were pierced somewhere behind you, you didn’t need a second guess to know they were pierced at her.

“Look at her!” he sighed and you almost felt bad for him.

“Why? You want to tell me you’re in love with her or you want to tell me the drinks that you consumed in the past hour are telling you to fuck someone and she’s the only one you haven’t slept with yet in this house?” you shook your head in disbelief. That was the line he promised not to cross years ago. Want to hook up with literally anyone? ‘You do you but don’t touch my closest girlfriend’ you told him back in school, after his hormones told him it’s a good idea to hook up with your at the time best friend Naya, ruining your friendship. He never wanted to see her again, and all she could ever talk and think about was him. At the end the only common thing that was left between you two was Johnny and this was really not something you wanted to have as a common interest.

“No, not the only one.” he chuckled giving you that light drunken smirk you’ve seen million times. The undone two buttons of his black shirt that were perfectly emphasising his skinny build and the hair strands that hung over his forehead messily were the two signs Johnny was all out tonight. You knew it and you knew it worked, you could practically feel every girl that looked at him drool.

“Oh, so you’re in love?” you tried to hide bitterness in your voice but felt like you failed. Thanks to his drunken state it went unnoticed.

“No, all I’m saying there’s another option too.”

“Great, then you can go.” you stretched your arms out to the side, signalling for him to leave.

His feet moved towards you, making you guess he wanted to say goodbye properly. Johnny’s hand touched your neck, resting his forehead against yours, making it feel weird to have his warm skin on your neck.

“That other option is you, you dumbhead.” he spoke quietly. “As long as you’re still strongly against it…” you didn’t let him finish.

“Yes I am, I don’t want you falling in love with me and then running after me all your life after you’ll have the best sex.” you said quickly, pushing him by the shoulder.

“Oh that,” he laughed in the specific manner, you could only name the Johnny Suh manner “it would never happen, you don’t have to worry.” he continued laughing, throwing his head back. You debated whether punching him into his solar plexus was a great idea? Would he sense anything weird..? Like maybe you were a tiny bit offended and bitter about what he said? “So you’re saying yes?” he snapped back in a second.

“No, I said no!” you shook your head walking away from him.

“Y/n, come on!” he whined, making you wonder how badly in need of a pussy he was? “What if we’ll actually work out? Maybe we’ll click in an instance and date. She won’t bother you like that friend did.” he walked quickly right behind you.

“May-be.” you pointed out, showing two syllables with your hands. “I didn’t notice you click every time you meet her or talk to her before?”

“Okay, let me prove this to you.”

“Prove what?” you turned around, catching him by surprise.

“I’m sure we’ll date after this.” now they obviously would, you thought to yourself.

“That would be even worse.” You made a discussed face expression. “She’ll ask me things like ‘what Johnny likes to eat for breakfast? how does Johnny wipe his ass? do you know by any chance how he likes his dick sucked?’” you tried to imitate her voice.

“Wait, are you already hating on your best friend just because I said we’ll date?” he smirked and suddenly you felt like he was faking his drunkenness through the whole evening.

“I’m not hating, I just know how it goes. I’ve always been a friend of the handsome guy every girl wanted. You never were in my shoes, you never answered the same question 50 times a day. ‘Hi, I think I heard you’re friends with Johnny, d’you know by any chance if he has a girlfriend?’ She’s the only one that never asked about you! Don’t take that away from me! And as an added bonus, I don’t want to third wheel you two every day. You two are my best friends, that would be a hell party I don’t want to join.” you concluded.

“You made me join the hell party when you dated Taeyong!” he said sounding too high pitched.

“Oh excuse me?” you felt worked up in a click. “I dated Taeyong for a month, you saw him 5 times. It was the third time you met him when you worked out we were hanging out romantically, and on the 5th you decided it was great to make unfunny jokes about me. Poor guy left quicker than I could blink, and he wasn’t even someone you knew. You never spoke to him, except for that time you ruined everything, and you’re saying you were in hell?” vivid memories of the most embarrassing night in your life made your face get even redder than it already was.

“Not my problem the guy can’t work out what’s joke and what’s not. Anyway he had a weird face.”

“I liked him! I wasn’t suggesting for you to date him!” you fought back at the memories of your failed relationship. “I did like someone for the first time and you made it about you! I’m asking you just for this, to not ruin something I have. Something in life that’s mine and not ours or yours that I’m allowed to use.” you felt tears prickle your eyes, holding back. You hated the idea of fighting with Johnny, you hated the idea to fight with him over your best friend like that.

“Okay. I get it, I’m sorry, I’m selfish. I know I should care more about you, I’m the older brother, I’m sorry, I won’t do that.” he moved closer and hugged you, sliding his hands over your back.

“I’ll go home.” you said, not willing to hug him back.

“I’ll walk you.”

“Im fine.” you smiled awkwardly. “As long as you don’t sleep with Sieun, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” he nodded and rubbed your hair. “Text me when you’ll get home.”

“Yeah.” you nodded and he stood aside, allowing for you to walk out of the room, and then, out of the house. You needed the lonely walk, you needed to get fresh air in your system.

“So where are the stories? Why am I here and not listening to your sex experience of the week?” you stumbled over his shoes that were standing in front of his bed for some weird reason.

“Huh?” Johnny dropped his body on the bed.

“You’re sick? STD finally got you?“ You chuckled and sat next to him.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” he rolled his eyes.

“So there’s just no more girls in the radius of 40 kms that could agree?”

“Come on, drop it. I missed you.” his hand found your leg, caressing it’s lower part “We’re BBFs and you left me just like that! For a whole week? That’s just cruel.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope the trip at least was fun.”

“It was! Family gatherings are cool when your step-uncle is a 29 year old super sexy college professor in literature with a cute face.” you grimaced a smile of pleasure.

“What!?!” he sat up next to you “The… what was his name again? That weird guy…? The one that went with books in his hand every day wherever he was? With glasses? Wasn’t he like unlikable?”

“Huh? Looking back, all of us were unlikable. I don’t get what’s with you disliking every male that’s around me. ” you shook your head “Plus, he changed, I haven’t seen him in a while. Technically we’re not even family anymore, I mean we’re not even blood related.”

“So you were fucking your not blood related family member who happens to be a bloody nerd, while I was here all by myself? Counting every day till you come back?! Crying on my own?” he held his palm to his heart, trying to look as if he was shot.

“First of all, he’s a super sexy nerd with a six pack. The glasses, if you’re interested, are giving him extra points! Second of all, he’s not family! He’s a very young brother of my moms ex-husband, she just happens to still keep in touch with him, that’s why he came. And no, I wasn’t fucking him.” a lame joke of ‘he fucked me’ came up in your head, but you held back “I… well I’d like to keep that private since you look like you’re about to bite my neck off!” you chuckled, punching him on his shoulder lightly. “And if you missed me… you could’ve at least given me a hug when I came!” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“But did YOU miss me? I mean, did you have time to miss me while you were doing god knows what with that guy.”

“Of course I did, didn’t you just say we’re BFFs!” Johnnys hand found your shoulders pulling you towards him and then on him, when he dropped his body onto the bed, making half of your body lay on top of him.

“Best friends forever.” he sang lowly while falling.

Your hands found his waist when you felt shivers on your back from the unexpected fall.

“So will you tell me?” he asked, moving you a little back from his body in a couple of minutes.

“Tell you what?” you let go of him, moving hair from your face.

“What happened between you and your uncle?”

“Fucking hell, don’t call him my uncle, it makes me want to throw up. He’s almost our age, just call him Jinyoung.”

“Oh, right, Jinyoung.” he said making venom spit out with his mouth.

“Not Jinyoung.” you imitated the tone of his voice. “Just Jinyoung.” you said normally, biting your cheek to hold back a smile.

“Oh my fucking god!“ Johnny pushed you to the other side of the bed. “You’re in love with your fucking uncle! I can’t believe I’m allowing a pervert to lay in my bed.” he tried to make a throwing up expression, pushing you away every time you tried to roll back to him. His room was cold at the end of the day, you needed your favourite human radiator.

“Stop saying he’s my uncle!” you laughed, trying to move back, but he grabbed your fingers with his, not letting you.

“So tell me how far did you two go? Is he fine with fucking his brothers ex-wife’s daughter? Is he as kinky as you are?” he chuckled but seemed serious.

“We didn’t fuck, please stop! Just maybe…” you almost began speaking, when he stopped moving, turning on a full on serious mode and making you shy. Johnny was the one to talk about his sex experiences, you weren’t a big fan of that.

“Maybe what?” his body hovered over you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of his heavy body against your stomach.

“I don’t want to talk about it in detail. You’re better at this!” you pushed him off you, taking a normal breath.

“You were just fine talking about in detail when that guy wanted ana…” you closed his mouth with your palm.

“There’s a big difference between wanting something and doing it! Plus I told you this when I was drunk!“

“But you did do it.” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you whined, feeling heat crawl over your face “I thought we agreed to never bring this up!”

“It’s just you and me, no one else heard of it anyway.”

“I’m getting cold sweats.”

“Why? Want to do it again? Or did Jinyoung do it? Getting cold sweats at the new memories?” he laughed.

“I knew if I’d just open my mouth you’ll bully the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought you trust me, I won’t force it.” he laid back down on his side of the bed.

“Okay.” you nodded your head, closing your eyes to rest after your little fight. “So were you crying every evening for real?”

“Dude, yes. Every time you ignored my messages for more than 3 minutes. At least now I know it wasn’t because you hated me, it’s because you were sucking your uncle’s dick.” he laughed loudly, making you jump up.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow onto his head, trying real hard to choke him.

“So you’re not saying you didn’t?” He was trying to fight back so you sat atop of his stomach, pushing onto it harder than before.

Phone ringing stopped your act, making your eyes land on the device. “Sieun” you read out loud. “Why Sieun is calling you?” you asked confused, finally realising that Johnny’s hands were holding onto your thighs.

“Fuck.” he exclaimed, letting go of you, throwing the pillow away, making you fall off him too in one swift motion. He picked up the phone and ran out of the room immediately.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, debating if you should eavesdrop or not. Unfortunately, he came back much quicker than you expected, having his normal face expression.

“So…? Want to tell me why my best friend called you…? Or maybe since when you have her phone number…? Or maybe what you talked about that couldn’t be discussed in front of me…?” you asked all those questions getting flashbacks of the night three months ago when he asked you if he could sleep with her. “What the hell, Johnny?” you sat up on your knees, squinting your eyes.

“Oh, that, I can’t tell you.” he chuckled and booped your nose like you’re a puppy.

“My birthday gift..? You’re joining forces to set me a killer party?” he bit his cheek giving away that you guessed it right.

“I’m not saying.” he shook his head no, sitting on his bed.

“Okay, I’ll ask her.” you shrugged.

“Wait, so can you give me your new fuck friends phone number? I know you’d like to sit on his dick on your birthday.”

“Fuck. Off.” you sighed, closing your eyes with your hands.

“Oh, Y/n, I love you too.” he laughed, finally letting you breathe.

to: John

“did you find a girl you’ll fuck on Saturday?”

from: John

“I rarely find them prior.”

“Why?”

“You got someone?”

to: John

“It’s just that I’m going to take Sieun with us, she said she’ll probably bring a guy over…”

from: John

“she will?” his message came through quicker than the one you were typing.

to: John

“Oh Johnny, please don’t cry right in the middle of a club when you’ll see her with someone.”

“When I’ll die, I’ll write in my will that you can fuck her freely.”

from: John

“you want me to bring some1 just bc she’s bringing some1?”

to: John

“No, maybe I’ll bring someone too. I just kindly thought of you in advance.”

from: John

“do I know him?”

to: John

“not sure.”

from: John

“tell me the name?”

to: John

“you’ll see with your eyes in two days.”

“I can’t know every person you know.”

from: John

“k, I’ll think what can I do to not bother you.”

to: John

“you’re my otl how can you bother me TTTTTTT”

from: John

“bye!” you chuckled, throwing your phone to the side of your table, getting back to work.

“Looking good, Y/n!” Johnny said looking you up while you were walking towards him.

“You too.” you smiled at him, taking in his handsome face. Johnny’s casual partying attire was on - a shirt tucked into pants, hair perfectly styled yet, before he drinks enough to become an even bigger flirt than he already is.

“I see nothing worked out, you’re alone.” you sighed, looking around the entrance of the club.

“I see nothing worked out for you too?” he laughed but stopped when noticed you didn’t laugh with him.

“He’s just parking his car, I saw you lonely thought I’ll make you company.” you smiled, making your lips into a thin line.

“Okay okay, I’m excited to see the guy. A car, plus you’re all dressed up for him. Is his dick that big?” he asked suddenly, turning his head to you and waiting for your reply. You were about to punch him, swallowing a chuckle.

“Well, no one complained before so I guess you could say that.” you widened your eyes, looking behind Johnny. Jinyoung stood there invisible to your eyes for a couple of seconds due to their height differences.

“Huh?” Johnny turned around with a grin, wiping it off his face the second his eyes ran over Jinyoungs face. He probably recognised him. “Is that the person you said you’ll bring over?” you wondered how did he not get a whiplash from turning his head to you this quickly.

“Yeah.” you nodded shamefully, feeling bad for not telling him earlier.

“You’re Johnny, right? I remember you from when the both of you were so young and would hang out on the backyard of my parents house on the weekends every time they had those gatherings.”

“You weren’t much older, Jinyoung.” you chuckled, smiling like an idiot. You opened your eyes, seeing a question on Johnny’s face, wiping the smile away.

“Right.” he smiled at you and you stuck. Johnnys cough took you from Jinyoungs gaze.

“So you’re Jinyoung, the uncle? What happened in your life you ended up dating your niece?”

“I see you became the funny guy?” Jinyoung seemed unaffected with Johnny, you sighed, but still stared at him with a death glare, but he didn’t dare to look at you.

“We’re not dating, Johnny. He’s not my uncle too. I just invited him to hang out with us today since it turns out he lives not far from you.” you smiled kindly finally seeing Johnny’s eyes on you.

“But didn’t you…” you pinched his hand as soon as he opened his mouth, not letting him finish whatever sentence he was ready to say.

“I’ll kindly ask you to change the topic before I punch your teeth out.” you threatened, letting go of him, getting a light chuckle from Jinyoung.

“Okay, okay.” he rolled his eyes focusing on something. “Oh, Sieun, you’re finally here, thank god.” he sighed.

“Oh, you’re Jinyoung, right? Nice to meet you.” she bowed politely, looking over you three, shaking hands with Jinyoung.

“You know him?” Johnny asked confused.

“Well, Y/n told me.” she looked confused.

“You told her but didn’t tell me? How come she knows that you’re with him and I don’t?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning closer to you, as if you weren’t able to hear him.

“Sieuna, where’s your friend?” you ignored him, asking.

“Oh, that, never mind, he dumped me.” she looked over at Johnny, probably asking him internally why was he alone too but he was too dumb to guess it.

“I think we can go? D’you know by any chance anyone in there?” you asked Johnny and turned to the entrance. Sieun and Johnny moved towards the entrance too. You wanted to turn around to see where Jinyoung was, feeling his fingers fall onto your waist the next second.

“I guess there could be someone inside I know.” Johnny turned around to you, lifting his arm to put over your neck like he usually did, noticing Jinyoungs hand on your waist. He tried to hide his awkwardness but couldn’t make it slide unnoticed by you. He scratched his neck with that hand, hiding it in the pocket the next moment.

“Excuse me, I need to tell you something.” Johnny chimed into your conversation with Jinyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you from him before you could even realise.

“Whats so urgent?” you pulled your hand form his hold, taking a step from him.

“When you were planning to tell me!?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re with him?”

“Maybe because I was expecting you saying dumb shit about him being my uncle?”

“But he fucking is!”

“He fucking was! And for how long? For three fucking years, when we were 10, how does that even count? You were ready to slide your hands down your cousins panties when she came to your family house after a glow up. And she is your blood related relative. Jinyoung is just a guy I like, that’s it, nothing mo…” he stopped you half way through the sentence.

“So you like him and all that?”

“Yes I do, what’s wrong with that?” you furrowed your eyebrows. Johnny’s eyes ran over the club, coming back to you.

“I don’t think he’s a great match to you.”

“Why?” you tried to hear him out at least.

“He seems to be the slug that fucks everyone that comes to his lectures in skirts above the knee.”

“Oh, Johnny, drop it, he’s not.”

“Did he tell you this?” he leaned in.

“No, I just know. He’s a nice person. He’s not into one night stands. If he was, he would’ve not reached out to me after we came back to city.”

“So you did sleep with him on that trip?”

“No, I meant that it’s fucked to have one time sex with someone you know.”

“Exactly. Don’t do dumb things.”

“It’s not one time, even if we’ll sleep with him.”

“So he likes you too and you’re already planning your little children?”

“I don’t know, he’s just nice. If something will happen, I’ll make sure you find out about it 4th.”

“Why 4th?”

“Sieun will have to hear about it before you.” you laughed and left him standing alone.

“What happened?” Jinyoung’s low voice and hot breath next to your ear made you shiver.

“Just typical Johnny.” you shook your head, trying to get the conversation out of your head.

“I’m surprised you two are still as unbreakable as ever.” he smiled and you felt your insides clench.

“I don’t want to talk about Johnny, let’s talk about you.” you tilted your head as if you were a curious puppy. He chuckled lowly and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Want a drink?” you suggested, moving your body closer to the edge of the seat, reaching out to a bottle that was standing there.

“I drove us here, remember?”

“Fuck.” you sighed, pouring dark liquid into the glass and then emptying it with one gulp. “So you’re the hot responsible guy?” you leaned in to him.

“Maybe.” he grinned, making you feel his hands on your waist and cheek.

“How did you end up being a professor?”

“I always liked literature and then it just happened. I thought you knew I liked books.” he moved you closer, breathing in your air. His hand slowly moved from your waist to your butt. You felt warmth spread over your body. You were ready to burn just from this.

“In fact I did know that.” you smiled and turned more to him, making him lean against the seat freely and caress your butt more. “Does every professor look like this or you’re the finest one?” you brushed your lips against his, he smirked, not replying. “If I’ll come over, promise to fuck me over your working table.”

“A suggestion I have to decline.” his fingers ran over your cheek making you shiver.

“Why?” you pouted.

“Responsibilities.” his eyes ran over your face.

“But will you fuck me in the bathroom of this club?”

“Okay.” he replied quickly, smashing his mouth against yours.

Jinyoungs hand gripped tightly onto you, walking you right to where he guessed was bathroom. Your eyes were pierced onto his back trying to contain your excitement. The door was surprisingly open, and he pulled you in there, locking it afterwards.

“You’re for real going to do it?” you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run through your collarbone.

“We’re going to do it.” he looked you in the eyes, walking towards you, making you hit the sink with your butt.

“What about responsibilities?” you asked, feeling his fingers on your butt. “What if your students are in here?” he sat you on the sink, placing himself between your legs. You ran your fingers down his chest, swiping them through his stomach, to get to his bulge. Flexing your fingers around him, you lifted your head up, noticing him watch your actions. “I wish the floor of this bathroom wasn’t this nasty, you’re missing out on the best head of your life.” you smiled, sliding your hand up and down.

His hand moved lower from your collarbone to your chest, forcing the dress you wore reveal one of your breasts in one quick motion. He squeezed it with his hand, staring you in the eyes. Your hand stroked him properly now and you were waiting for him to finally do something to you, feeling him harden under your touch. A knock on the door made you jump, while Jinyoung didn’t even flinch.

“Fuck, we’re short on time.” he said suddenly, letting go of you. His palm found yours, pulling you off the sink. “Turn around.” the commanding tone of his voice made you want to moan.

You did as he pleased, watching his actions in the mirror. His fingers moved lightly, leaving featherlight touches on your skin and moving your hair to one side. His lips left wet kisses on your shoulder, hugging your waist tightly with one hand, and playing with your nipple with the other. Your hips jerked against his, wishing to feel more of him. When his lips reached the crook of your neck, you moved your head to the side, giving him more access, but he refused, letting go of you completely. You opened your eyes, that you didn’t even realise you closed, to see him. You watched him squat behind you, feeling his hands run down your sides. Jinyoung disappeared from the mirror, only making you guess what he’ll do with his skin on yours. His fingers ran over the hem of your dress, sliding it up your butt, pushing with his fingers at the small of your back to bent you a little. You felt his mouth on your butt cheeks, kissing and licking, not even touching you properly and making you go crazy already. You tried to contain yourself feeling his fingers run behind material of your underwear, running them through your folds.

“Fuck, I thought I’ll need to make you wet, but you’re already.” he almost whispered but you still heard it, as if you suddenly got tunnel hearing just for him. His thumb slipped, making three light moves over your clit and leaving you disappointed. You were trying to remember the last time you were turned on like that in the bathroom of a club, or turned on like that at all.

You felt him stand up behind you, finally seeing him in the mirror again. His hands caressed your butt once more, hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling it down. Helping you to get out of it, you watched him put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Your eyes were pierced to his concentrated face, you thought suddenly that he looked like he was in the middle of a lecture. You could hear his zipper getting undone, hearing the so familiar sound of a condom packaging. You bit your lip thinking how he planned to get inside of you tonight too.

“No need in this.” you spoke, catching his eyes in the reflection.

“Okay.” he nodded and pulled you against his body, making you feel his cock press against your skin. You suddenly felt like you could come just from this. “Should I ask you if you’re clean? You seem too comfortable in this position in a clubs bathroom.”

“Are you trying to accuse me in being a slut?” you whispered into his mouth, pumping his cock, trying to bend your neck enough to kiss him.

“I’m just trying to be responsible.” he craned his neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“I wouldn’t lie to a family member if I had STDs.” you joked suddenly and felt his hand slide to rub your clit.

“Fuck you.” he whispered.

“Yes, please, do that.” you moaned, guiding his cock to your entrance. You had to let go of him, bending over the sink and making more space between your legs for him.

You felt him against your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock up and down against you, finally slipping inside of you a little to adjust. You moved your butt in a moment, telling him to get deeper, telling him to move. You felt his hand on your shoulder blade, gripping and you felt him go deep. You felt him fill you up too perfectly for it to actually be true.

“Fuck.” you sighed.

“I know.” he moved back only to make his hips slap against yours the next second. When it seemed like you were fine with the movement, he began doing it again and again, finding his own pace and rhythm. You found it overwhelming but giving the circumstances you knew he had to get it off quickly, he already took too long before fucking you for a bathroom quickie. His hand moved to your neck, making your head get up to see him in the mirror. You could see his eyes get darker and you could see a little droplet of sweat form between his brows. He was so focused on your lower back, or you guessed he was focused on where your bodies connected. His other hand found your throbbing clit, working magic on it while his other hand pulled your body a bit up. The new angle made a loud moan escape your throat. The feelings this new position made you feel were overwhelming, you felt like he began moving his hips even quicker, making you wonder if he could rip something inside of you if he’d go just a tiny bit quicker. He felt too thick and too exciting to take in your mouth, you suddenly thought.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, make me cum.” you moaned when he bottomed out, slowing for a moment, before his hips began slapping against yours loudly.

Jinyoungs hand moved your body against his, holding you by the waist. His chin rested against your neck, making you focus your vision on your reflection, seeing his eyes being focused on your breasts. His hair became wet from sweat over his hairline and you were about to cum just from the way he stared at you. You felt him find the right spot, twitching in his arms like a crazy worm.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, fuck, yes, don’t stop.” your hand hooked over his neck giving you more support against his body. He moved his finger, you felt like on purpose, making you lose the built up orgasm.

Another knock on the door made you shiver. “Fuck off.” Jinyoung whispered under his breath. You felt his hips begin to lose rhythm, feeling his hand get back to the spot that made you see stars.

Your free hand grabbed onto his hand, pressing it harder against your clit. You cried out loud, feeling too overwhelmed and clenching over him uncontrollably, moving his hand away from your clit, being surprised at how easily he obeyed. You felt him cum inside of you, gripping onto your breast so harshly you knew you’d see a full handprint of his on it tomorrow. His hips jerked couple more times, before his high left him, getting his hand back over you. He didn’t slip out of you, making you move your hips all over, while he was rubbing his fingers against you. Your hand was holding onto his palm so tightly you wondered how could he still move it. You squeezed your eyes, but his teeth bit your shoulder.

“Look me in the eyes.” he said simply and you put everything in you to do as he pleased.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, I can’t, I can’t anymore.” you cried, bending your knees and clenching over his, now soft, cock.

“Then cum.”

“I want kisses.” you moaned and felt his lips on your neck for a slight second. You opened your eyes wider when you realised he teased. “One more, please, I need it.” you cried when you felt the wave of heat run through your body before he could even place his lips against your neck. He watched you calm down for what felt like forever, finally leaving you empty and putting his pants back on. He moved so smoothly you wondered how many times he did that in his life, being the one to accuse you in being too comfortable. His hands turned you around, reaching out to the toilet paper that thankfully was there. He helped you clean up, sliding your dress back down your legs, and putting it over your chest. His fingers quickly slipped between yours, making your heart flutter. Before he only held your hand, not intertwining your fingers. He turned around, reaching out to the lock on the door.

“Wait, my underwear?” you pulled him towards you but he didn’t stop, quickly opening the door to a couple swearing at you for taking forever. “Jinyoung?” you pulled onto his hand again, him walking you now not towards where you left from, but some weird dark corner.

His body hovered over you, running his fingers over your hands.

“What?” he looked at you and pecked your lips suddenly.

“Won’t you give it back?” your hands ran over his shoulders, hugging his neck.

“No.” he shook his head cutely.

“Why?”

“If you’ll have it on, how am I going to do this?” he asked as if he genuinely wondered, moving his fingers past the hem of your dress, and diving his fingers between your folds. You felt arousal immediately.

“Please.”

“What?”

“Make me cum again.” you moved your face closer to his, sucking on his tongue.

“Right here?” he asked, running his thumb over your clit.

“Yes.” you moaned into his mouth, feeling his other hand slide down to hold on to the hem of your dress.

You appreciated the gesture, making sure you’re not showing off your private parts to the whole club. His fingers rubbed against you before he felt you cum, and his tongue licked through your mouth before he could feel your breath get to normal.

“What do I look like?” you asked him, feeling your face burn and knowing you’re probably a mess.

“Sexy.” he said quickly, running his eyes over your face and tugging you to walk back behind him.

Johnny sat on the seat you left all by himself.

“Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you.” he probably recognised you by your legs, raising his head and stopping his talking. “What’s up with you? Did you fuck in the bathroom?” he made a face as if you told him you ate dog shit.

“Huh? No, I was just dancing. He wouldn’t do that anyway, he’s too responsible.” you looked over at Jinyoung, sitting yourself next to Johnny cross-legged, feeling Jinyoungs palm rest against your knee the next second.

“Thank god, I thought you were dead.” Johnny was loud for the after party morning. He walked quickly through the door, placing himself on your barstool. “Why you opened the door so slowly?” he turned around, noticing you barely walk back to him. Your entire existence felt sore, though you would lie if you’d say it wasn’t the type of sore you liked. Vivid images of Jinyoung making you cum three more times in your bed last night made your ears turn the darkest shade of pink. “You’re okay?” Johnny asked worriedly, when you finally made it to him.

“Yeah, totally.” you nodded enthusiastically, sitting yourself on the stool next to him and jumping back up immediately “I’ll get myself water, do you want some?” a lame excuse was the only thing that came into your mind.

“No, I’m fine.” he said and you nodded, filling up the glass. “You left so quickly yesterday and didn’t even tell me.” he watched you walk back to him. “Wait, I think water’s running in the bathroom?” Johnny’s hand pointed towards the room.

“Yeah, Jinyoung’s in there.” you nodded and sipped on your drink, resting your elbows against the bar to not sit.

“He’s…? You let him stay…?”

“Yeah…? Why are you so surprised?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m actually surprised from yesterday. Since you invited him, then disappeared to “dance”” he drew fake brackets in the air with his fingers, “and then just disappeared? And now he’s here and you didn’t make him leave the second he came.”

“Maybe the issue’s that he didn’t cum?” you chuckled, knowing too damn well he did. “You know, life’s more than sex. We were discussing books and things, you know I can read and speak.” you drank “Can you?” you stared at him, having his eyes pierced back at you. “Guess you not.” you chuckled seeing Johnnys eyes run down your face.

“Yeah, marks on you make me believe for sure you were discussing books.” he chuckled and seemed annoyed. You wanted to jump up to him and hug his neck until he stopped being annoyed and grumpy, but you heard foot steps and the both of you turned to look at Jinyoung.

Oh god, did he have to be this mind blowing?

He walked out with his hair wet and brushed back from the shower he took, white shirt in his fist, torso on full display for you and Johnny to see, showing off every mark you left on him yesterday in agony. Even though he clearly used the towel, his abs still glistened a little with water and you were ready to jump up on him right then and there. He noticed Johnny and didn’t even flinch, putting the shirt on.

“Hi.” he spoke to Johnny, walking over to you. “Do you live together?” Jinyoung asked you and sat on the stool that was meant to be yours.

“No, he just came to…actually why you came?” you turned your head to Johnny, straightening your back. Jinyoung placed his hand on the low of your back, allowing for you to lean against him.

“I called and texted, you never replied. I had to check if you were at least alive.”

“I am, barely, but I am.” you giggled, feeling Jinyoungs fingers run down the back of your leg.

“Hm…” Johnny‘s eyes ran over the room, stopping on Jinyoung, that calmly took your glass of water and drank from it. “I actually wanted to talk.” you knew he wanted for Jinyoung to leave, but you wanted the opposite.

“Call me later, I’ll tell when I’m free.” You nodded, expecting for him to get up to leave, but he just kept looking at Jinyoung.

“Actually, I’ll leave.” you heard Jinyoungs voice next to your ear, turning your head to face him.

“No, stay.” you whined and felt dumb for doing it in front of Johnny.

“No, but I really have to go, I have to prepare…for work.” he paused before finishing the sentence.

“You wanted to say lecture?” you chuckled and he nodded. “Sexy.” you leaned in, whispering into his lips before kissing him quickly. Johnny sighed so loudly you thought you were deafened by it. “I can make you coffee and then you’ll go.”

“It’s okay.” Jinyoung smiled and let go of you, getting back to your room.

“You can make me coffee.” Johnny chimed in, raising his hand.

“Do it yourself.” you rolled your eyes, sitting on the stool and closing your eyes in pain afterwards.

Johnny actually stood up, getting himself a cup and starting the machine that was standing on the counter.

“You want one?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you nodded, seeing Jinyoung come out again fully dressed.

You made a sad face, extending your hands to him, as he walked. His hand grabbed yours, walking you to the exit of your own apartment. You watched him put his shoes on, chewing onto your lip the whole time.

You heard Johnny turn the machine on, making everything that you said unheard for him.

“I will miss you.” you sighed and rubbed his hair lightly while he squatted, finishing lacing his second shoe.

“Me too.” he smiled and stood up. “I’ll call.” you nodded, expanding your hands to hug him. Jinyoung leaned in, hugging you by your shoulder blades.

“But honestly.” you whispered into his ear, wondering if you should tell him this or not. He wasn’t the first one to wake up in your bed and never see you ever again. You knew better than falling in love with someone just after this. Yes, you knew him for ages, and yes, he did message you before this for a week and even before that, back at your family trip last month, he did seem like he was interested for more than a make out, but you still didn’t want to cross boundaries just in case. You’ve met a dozen of flirtatious guys that never had any intentions other than fucking. And Jinyoung, he never even spoke about your relationship, friendship or whatever it was. There still was a chance he wanted to be maybe fuck buddies? You knew better than falling in love with someone just after sex at the club, but knowing better didn’t mean not doing it. You were already head over heals for him the second his tongue ran over your pulse point in the hotel last month. And all of this, it only made you more excited and hopeful. “If you thought of this as a great opportunity to just hook up, you can tell me freely, I’m totally fine with it.” you chuckled, trying to sound careless. For the first time in your life you were trying to be what you usually were, when you’d not care at all what the guy was about to tell you.

“But did you?” he moved back, looking you in the eyes. You bit onto your lower lip, staring him in the eyes quietly. “I didn’t.” he said and leaned in to savour the taste of your lips.

“I didn’t too.” you found it important to let him know, leaning back in to kiss him one more time.

“Bye.” his thumb ran over your cheek, pecking the corner of your lips.

“Bye.” you smiled and felt him let go of you and actually leave your apartment.

“And we’ll never hear of him again.” Johnny chuckled as you walked back into the kitchen.

“Huh?”

“Your dear uncle Jinyoung, poor guy don’t know how you do them.” he grinned widely and moved the cup of coffee closer to you.

“And how I do them?” you genuinely wanted to hear it, skipping the dumb joke he made.

“Make them drool, make them cum, make them leave.” three simple steps that seemed amusing to Johnny. Hearing about it like that made you feel bad.

“Doesn’t it remind you of someone?” you sipped on the drink he made.

“No…?” he seemed to be really thinking hard about it. “Who?”

“You, Johnny. Don’t you remember how you told me sex with no commitment is the best thing on earth. How you poured vodka into my cup and made me sleep with a guy that I didn’t even know of, but could never forget now. His name is Sungjae, I’m not sure he even remembers me now, or remembered me the next morning, but I do remember him, because he is someone that took my virginity. And every time, for my entire life, when I was in girls company, I’d listen to romantic stories of them losing their virginity to their first boyfriends, while my story consist of ‘my best friend told me when I turned 17 that being a virgin at my age is shameful and I had to fuck someone as soon as possible, he brought a guy he kind of knew to the party, told him to do the deal, and poured vodka into my cup. I don’t remember much, but I didn’t feel turned on even a little, the guy was meant to be a sex pro but acted more like a fucking stick. It wasn’t just pain from the first time, it was torture in general, that lasted what felt like 30 seconds, I don’t even know who took who’s virginity, and then he came, threw up and passed out. I woke up in my best friends bed the next day to a specially prepared cake that said ‘welcome to the slut club’ and got a pep talk on how to fuck with no feelings as a bonus birthday gift. End of story.” you clapped your hands.

“Don’t say it like it’s the worst thing that happened in your life? Yes, maybe I did fuck up with the guy, but I wanted the best for you.”

“Johnny, nothings shameful with being a virgin at 17, if I never listened, maybe I would’ve loved someone or was loved by someone by now. But now I’ve been it this slut club for 10 years and never even felt love? No one loved me, no one had sex with me because they liked me for real, no one ever talked to me? It all happened afterwards, after they made me choke on their dick, they would go suddenly ‘you’re the best head, want to date?’ Who the fuck suggests to date like that? Only sick pricks, and sick pricks is everything you’re able to get at the club.”

“Why are we having this conversation suddenly?” Johnny gulped. “I thought you were satisfied with your life? Is that him? Did he tell you something?”

“No, Johnny, it’s scarier, he made me feel something, and I don’t want him to act the way I usually do.” you shook your head, trying to stop yourself. “So how did your evening go?” you opened your eyes wider, trying to smile.

“No, wait, let’s talk about you, did he tell you something…?”

“No.”

“Good.” he nodded as if he was relieved.

“Why you never want me to be happy?” you felt lost.

“I meant something like it was a one time thing, come on, I’m not that mean.”

“No, he said it isn’t. I believe him.” you sighed and stared into nothing.

“Okay…”

“So what’s up with you?” you moved your eyes back to him.

“I left with Sieun, the taxi driver drove to hers and then mine, I just went to bed.” you nodded at his words, not really listening. “There’s a party tomorrow, I know you’d like to go. There’s this guy I told you about, he’ll come, I know for sure you’ll get along with him.”

“No, I won’t come.”

“Why? Oh, you can not reply. Your professor, right?” he chuckled.

“Yes.”

“So you’re not going to sleep with anyone and wait for his call? I’m sure he won’t call you, don’t act like a fool. Aren’t we way past getting attached after sex?”

“I want to be attached. I want to be obsessed and I want to call you crying and I want to stay faithful to him even if you think it’s silly and he don’t even need it. I want all of it because I want all of him. Johnny.” you stood up, running over to your best friend, and hugging his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I love him.” you sighed into his chest, hugging his waist tightly but imagining in your head it was Jinyoung. “I’m crazily in love with him, let’s pray he at least likes me?” you moved your head back up to look Johnny in the eyes.

“Yes, let’s hope he at least likes you.” he chuckled but it sounded too forced, pushing you to lay your head against him once again.

“Nice seeing you.” Jinyoung grinned, watching you walk towards him.

“It’s a pleasure, professor.” you curtsied, chuckling, and felt his hand over your neck, pulling you in for a hug.

“Love seeing you in a good mood.” he chuckled.

“I’m freezing.” you so should’ve worn the sweater you debated and decided not to. Autumn vibes were spreading over the city, turning leaves yellow. “Why did you have to ask me out this late?” you moved back to see his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I had lectures till late today, but really wanted to see you anyway.”

“Okay, forgiven.” you chuckled.

“Suddenly?”

“Well, because lectures being the reason you couldn’t see me earlier is sexy. And maybe because I like the idea of you wanting to see me no matter what.” you bent your neck to the side, smiling at him. “But I’m cold so if you wanted to fuck you need to move before I freeze to death.” you bit your lip, feeling his eyes run over your face. Since that night at the club, he did invite you over to his place on multiple occasions.

He didn’t lie saying he’ll call, and he did so the next evening and talked to you for hours. In all those years you never heard Jinyoung talk as much as he did that evening, and then he called another day, asked you to come over and fucked you like no one ever did. Since back then he’d ask you over more nights than not, always ending the evening inside of you. You’d spend evenings staring at your phone in hopes of seeing his texts.

/“Oh, shit. It’s already 10, I have to run back home. I’m sorry John.” you pouted and stood up.

“Huh?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Since when ten is time to run back home?” he sat up after your body weight stopped pressing him down to the couch.

“I just thought of starting running before work, I have to at least try, once.” you giggled, lowering your eyes onto the phone, where the message by Jinyoung was eating you alive ‘want to see me?’.

“Okay.” Johnny stood up and you blocked your phone immediately. “Let me know if you’ll fail.” he chuckled and walked you out./

“It’s actually not that.” light smile ran over his lips and he let go of you. “I just wanted to see you.”

“No sex?” you tried to not sound too surprised. Through the month he never spoke once about the relationship you had or tried to name it, he made it very physical, calling you over only to get inside of you. You knew you put yourself in a hard position, running to him after a single message, always making time for him and dropping everything there is to drop just to see him. You loved the idea of spending nights in his arms. You loved the idea of feeling his arms wrapped around your waist at nights, and you loved him. The more distant he acted in the morning, the more tears you dropped onto your pillow that night. You hated the fact you were falling for him and he liked it because it was just sex for him. You hated how you woke up before him, just to stare at his sleeping face, you hated how you told yourself you won’t come again, but then was at his door 15 minutes after his message. You hated yourself for having mental block for sharing your feelings. You wished you could just tell him you liked him and see his reaction. You hated how he’d ask you jokingly with how many other guys you had sex this week and you’d always tell him a random number instead of shoving your pride up your ass and telling him he’s the only one you’re seeing. You were scared to tell him that because you were scared he’d tell you something like ‘I’m sorry, but I do sleep with other girls actually.’

“I can’t see you without sex?” his hand held your freezing one, hiding it in his jackets pocket.

“You just never did.”

“Well, today I wanted to just take a walk with you, but I guess you never heard of weather forecasts and don’t know how to pick clothes according to weather.”

“Don’t be a grumpy granddad.” you hugged his arm that he hid in the pocket.

“I’m not, it’s just that the one time I tried ,you couldn’t wear proper clothes.”

“Tried what?” it felt like your legs turned into jelly, did he try to tell you he tried to take you out… a date?

“Tried to not act like an ungrateful dickhead that only needs sex.” disappointment spread over your body.

“It’s fine though, it’s not like I’m not used to this type of relationship.” you sighed and felt the urge to go home.

“Yeah, that’s something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Yeah…?”

“Our relationship, we need to talk about it, since you know, we never did…?”

“Okay…” he kept on walking, staring into the darkness of the street.

“I don’t want to talk about it while you’re turning into a frozen figure.” he chuckled. “Want to go somewhere?” he finally turned to face you.

“I didn’t actually think you’ll take me anywhere except for your bed… I’m not looking good to go anywhere. We can have this conversation another time.” you stopped walking, forcing for him to stop in front of you. You leaned in, trying to feel his lips on yours.

“No, but I really wanted to talk about it. I can say it right here too.” you stood back straight. Feeling fear spread over your body, suddenly making your entire body feel too warm. “I wanted to tell you this way back then, but was kind of… scared?” his eyes ran all over.

“You have a wife and three little kids? And I was your mistress this whole time?” you giggled and internally slapped yourself for making that joke.

“No, please be serious for at least once.” his eyes finally focused on yours and you were about to burn alive.

“I’m sorry.” you said silently.

“I know, you’re not into this type of thing, I’m probably asking for too much and we never discussed this before, we actually never discussed our relationship at all, but I wanted to ask you to not sleep with anyone else if you’re sleeping with me.” he sounded too stressed and insecure. You were about to vomit because him saying that it’s too much to ask, him thinking you’re not ‘into this type of thing’ was so wrong.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I like you too much, I want to be with you.” you tried to say but everything that came out of your throat was a loud sigh.

“Is that a no?” he added.

“I… Like being exclusive friends with benefits?” you asked.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking, I know I’m just one of the guys you sleep with, but…” he coughed and paused. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours. You could practically hear it in your ears. There were two options of what he could say, one would make you cry happily and the other one would just make you cry. You felt his warm fingers find yours, intertwining them. His eyes pierced into yours that began watering from intense staring. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else but me. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you. I don’t want to force you into a relationship, I don’t want to scare you away with commitments and asking you to be more than that. If you’ll give me at least that, I might be able to contain myself and go on.”

“But I’m not scared of commitment?” you blinked multiple times, feeling tears pinching your nose.

“You’re not?” he asked confused and you nodded your head no. “Then…but why…? Huh?” his eyes ran over your face in confusion. “Please tell me I understood you right and you will be my girlfriend?” fear spread over his eyes while he waited for your reply.

You let go of his hands, pausing just for a second, before you wrapped your hands around his neck and forced him to lean in. You nodded your head, intertwining your lips in the softest kiss possible.

“Wait.” he pulled you back. “I want to hear it.”

“I will be your girlfriend.” you chuckled and wiped your tears, pulling him in again. He kissed you back, letting go of you quickly.

“I have to take care of my girlfriend now, let’s go back home, I don’t want you to get sick on the first day of our relationship.” he pecked your lips, grabbing your hand in his and beginning to run towards your house. You had to run with him, feeling like a squeezed lemon by the time you reached your apartment.

“It feels so nice.” Jinyoung murmured, rubbing his cheek against the skin of your chest.

“What feels nice?” you chuckled.

“Just laying in bed with you after work, not pretending I want sex.” his lips left a tiny kiss on your skin.

“So you just pretended?” you chuckled and ran your fingers over his hair.

“First of all I just wanted to see you, and then, after you began stroking me, I obviously wanted you too. You’re a great seducer.” he lifted his head, rolling over to his back and pulling you on top of him.

“Don’t tell me you asked me to be with you just because of that.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“No, why?”

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame.”

“I wanted to be with you before I had sex with you.”

“But after you made me cum at the trip?” you chuckled.

“Maybe before that…?” he smiled.

“Since I was a little girl in your backyard? You pervert.” you laughed and kissed him.

“Maybe a bit later.” he laughed.

“I wanted to be with you since I saw your cock.” your hand ran over his stomach.

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame though?” he repeated your words.

“It’s not sex, it’s my imagination. I just imagined it in my mouth and since then I knew it’s the only one I want to suck on.”

“Disgusting.” his face expression changed.

“You’re the first guy that finds discussions of me sucking him off disgusting.”

“Not the discussion, the fact I thought there was something more than that and was wrong.” he moved you to the side, turning his back to you, hiding his entire body under your blanket.

“Jinyoung.” you whined. “Turn around.” you crawled half of your body over his and hugged him. “There is more.” you sighed, moving the blanket off his shoulders. Resting your head against his neck and cheek, you began speaking again. “I like that you’re smart, but still funny. I love how you can be a grumpy granddad and then act like a little boy three second later. I love your confidence in everything you do, I love how calm you are, and how excited you make me with everything you do. I love that you’re a professor in literature, I love the shape of your lips and I love the whiskers on your face when you smile after I said something dumb. I love that you care more about me than anyone else ever did. I love the fact you want to be with me. I love the idea of you being the first guy that seem to be interested in me for the first time in my entire life, even though I’m this old you are the first one. And I love the fact that I can put my guard done with you, but it’s still not working out completely for me. I’m scared but I’m trying, I’m sorry in advance I’ll say dumb things like what I just said about sucking you off. I have to get used that it’s not the only thing you want from me, I’m sorry about that. I like you, very much. I don’t know why I told you I slept with other guys too, but I didn’t. Ever since we slept for the first time, the only place I went to was Johnny’s, we only watched TV and then I went back home. I never wanted anyone since I had you because I really really liked you. And even if you say it’s dumb, on top of everything, I find you caring for me sexy, you’re sexy, even if you’re annoyed by that I have to tell you I find you that.” you stopped and waited for any reaction from him. He probably waited to make sure you were done, turning around. He hovered over you for real this time, pressing you down into your bed.

“I don’t know what was going on in your life this whole time, but now you’re my baby, you never have to hide your feelings, you never have to play pretend and act like a fool. I like you no matter what and will take everything and anything you have in store for me. I love you, you’re my human now.” he leaned in and kissed you. You hugged his neck tightly, not willing to let go of him “But you so should’ve not acted like you sleep with anyone else, your words really made me think I meant nothing to you.” he stared at you and kissed again.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know if you slept with anyone else too.”

“We’re dumbheads.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and you’re professor here.” he rolled his eyes and kissed you softly again. “Can you say that again?”

“What?” he asked confused.

“What you said about me?”

“That you’re my human?” you shook you’re head ‘no’. “That you’re my baby?” you grinned widely, looking like a satisfied cat and nodded. “You’re my baby.” he said and you felt your heart flutter.

“Is it okay I’ll ask you to say it every five minutes?” you chuckled.

“Yes baby.”

“Fuck.” you sighed, feeling warmth spread over your body.

“What?”

“It’s the best feeling I ever felt.” you smiled, rubbing your cheek against his.

“What, even better than when I make you cum?” he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder.

“I thought no more sex related jokes.”

“But I’m not joking, I’m asking for scientific reasons.”

“Maybe on the same level.” you smiled and bit your lip.

“Noted.” he chuckled.

I hope you like the first chapter of this fic !! please let me know <3

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anqeluv · 4 years ago

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kinktober : phone sex with gargoyle cix

content warnings : guided masturbation, dirty talk, edging/orgasm control, and slight strength kink

bx : byounggon loves when you call him, all desperate to cum. because it’s too hard to cum on your own now, not when you’ve gotten used to his fingers, smooth and cool like stone, curling inside you and making you feel so nice. they’re so much bigger than yours, so when you can’t have them you have to settle for his voice over the phone telling you exactly how to touch yourself.

seunghun : his voice gets you off more than anything. you love hearing him tell you exactly what to do, exactly how to touch your nipples, your puffy little cunt after waiting all day. he loves edging you all day and then finally letting you cum once you’re home and on the phone with him. he thinks it’s such an ego boost to make you wait for hours and then finally getting to listen to you making yourself feel good. he thinks you’re so cute when you’re all whiny and desperate to cum for him.

yonghee : he gets so shy hearing you beg for him over the phone. his eyes get all wide and he scrambles to find a place alone where no one will overhear you guys. he swears that you’re such a high maintenance girlfriend, but secretly he actually really likes that you always call him and ask for him to talk to you while you touch yourself. and he can’t pretend that it doesn’t get him hard too listening to you moan like that.

bae jinyoung : he’s such a dom about this. he gets so cocky that you had to call him to help yourself get off and so he’d tease you and tell you to stop touching yourself and then he’d let you touch again and then he’d make you stop, over and over like you’re playing red light, green light. and you really do feel like you might die if you don’t get to cum, and only when you get that desperate does jinyoung let you finally actually make yourself cum.

“did that feel good, baby? enjoy it while it lasts. i’m going to fuck you til it hurts when i get home.”

hyunsuk : suk is always so worried about hurting you whenever you have sex. being made of stone (like think the cullens sans blood lust) is difficult when your girlfriend is so soft and easily breakable. sometimes he hurts your insides without meaning to, so phone sex is much more comfortable for him. he’s one of the few members who doesn’t mind. he’ll happily make you cum whenever you call him. because you’re his good girl and you deserve it.

#cix smut #bx smut #seunghun smut #yonghee smut #bae jinyoung smut #hyunsuk smut #cix imagines #cix headcanons #cix x reader #cix drabbles

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for-ahgase-army-stay-moa-engene · 4 years ago

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GOT7

Reactions

OT7:

The first I love you

When they want your attention (Maknae line / Hyung line)

When you are in a bad mental condition

Dom or Sub

Sex game

When they think your child looks like another member but in the end it doesn't (part 1 / part 2)

When you overwork yourself

Snaps as Dom

PDA with them

The morning after

When you wear their clothes

When you work as a police officer

Them as mafias

Them as princes

When you surprise them at an event

When you tell them that you're being followed

When you're a disabled fan and they think you're beautiful

When they spoil you on vacation

First date with them

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Mark: /

Jaebum:

"Stay here with me for a while"-> Morning cuddles with your boyfriend Jaebum

Jackson: /

Jinyoung:

"It's peaceful to see all the busyness from this far away"-> You spend a beautiful night with your boyfriend Jinyoung at the most peaceful place you can imagine

"I will always protect you"->Your boyfriend Jinyoung gets molested because of his feminine clothing and you protect him but the situation escalates and doesn't end good for you.

Youngjae: /

Bambam: /

Yugyeom:

"Can I keep them?"-> You and your boyfriend look after your little cousins

"I love you and I think you're beautiful."-> You feel insecure because you're plus size and your boyfriend's clothes don't fit you

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#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 fluff #got7 smut #got7 reactions #got7 drabble #got7 masterlist #got7 scenarios #got7 yugyeom #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 bambam #bambam imagines #mark tuan #yugyeom fluff #got7 jaebum #jackson wang #jackson imagines

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3raaaachachacha · 4 years ago

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7:59 pm

Park Jinyoung x female reader / 680 words / smut

Warnings: blindfolding, oral female receiving, dirty talk

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day eight of kinktober - park jinyoung x sensory deprivation

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“I promise you’ll enjoy it more than you realize. Just relax baby,” Jinyoung grinned at you as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before placing the silk blindfold over your eyes.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you rubbed your thighs together, not being able to contain your excitement. You had always wanted to try this, but nonetheless, you were still nervous since it was something new. Your boyfriend did his best to reassure you that if you felt uncomfortable or weren’t enjoying it, he would remove the blindfold and that his feelings wouldn’t be hurt one bit. All he cared about was making sure you felt good and he could show you a different form of pleasure you’d been missing out on.

Jinyoung smirked to himself as he spread your legs, admiring the wet patch on the front of your cute light blue panties. His hands traveled dreadfully slow to rest onto your thighs as his lips found purchase on your collarbones before he began nipping at your skin to find your sensitive spot. You were already squirming underneath him as your hands gripped the soft sheets, while a few desperate whimpers left your lips.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Your boyfriend asked, finding the spot on your neck that made you see stars and cry out to the heavens.

You couldn’t help but loudly moan from the sudden intense pleasure you felt from his lips, “Oh god, you were right. This is way better than I thought,” You couldn’t stop whimpering from how desperately you wanted him, “Jinyoung, please.”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t pleasure you properly if you don’t tell me,” He snickered to himself as he found your desperate attempt amusing. His fingers crept closer to your soaked core as he gently played with the hem of your panties, loving the breathily sigh that left your lips.

“I want you inside of me,” You whined out, feeling as if you could cry from how frustrated you were. You were craving him, needing him to be closer to you, so much that you tried to reach out for him, but it was quickly shut down as his hand flew up to grab your wrist and pin them above your head.

“Bad girl. Only good girl’s get to be rewarded,” He purred, watching how your body squirmed around simply from being stared at by him. The anticipation killing you, “I’ll touch you, but you’ll have to work for my cock now.”

Without another word, you felt him move your panties to the side before inserting one of his long fingers into your sex. A loud moan erupted from your throat as you felt your walls clench around him single finger, pulling him further into you. Jinyoung felt himself growing harder from the beautiful sight in front of him as he inserted a second finger, wanting to see how hard he could push you till you broke. His thumb came up to rub circles into your sensitive clit as your back arched off the bed with a desperate string of moans releasing from your mouth.

He chuckled at the sight, adding a third finger before curling them inside of you. Your walls were pulsing like crazy as his pace on your clit increased, sending you over the edge as you came all over his fingers. Your body contorted from pleasure as you did your best to calm your breathing and steady your heart rate. Jinyoung removed his fingers from you before putting them into his mouth to taste just how sweet you were. He let out a satisfied moan from your sweet essence as he carefully removed the blindfold from your eyes.

“How was that baby?” Jinyoung asked, laying next to you before pulling you into his arms.

You moved to straddle his lap as you smirked down at him, “Amazing. So amazing, that I thought I’d keep this high going for us both,” You both smirked as Jinyoung pulled you down to encase your lips in a heated kiss, “Round two, here we come.”

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sweetsweetkpop · 3 years ago

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My Lil’ House whore

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-idol, Established Relationship, Domestic

Pairing: Sub!Jinyoung x Dom!Fem Reader

WC: 2.7k

Sexual Warnings: Pegging, Toys (Butt plug), Handjob, Nipple Play, Anal Fingering, Oral female receiving, Praising Kink, Aftercare, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Slight Degrading

Notes: This is a request that @crzy-devil has asked for me and I enjoy writing sub idols even though I don’t do it often. I hope you like this one! Enjoy!

Taglist is at the bottom! If you would like to be added, fill out my form that can be found here

You were fresh out of the shower, drying yourself off as you hummed, “Yeah, I’ll be in my office today. I have a meeting at 11, so don’t do anything too loud around that time.”

Jinyoung nodded as he grabbed the iron and the clothes he planned on ironing. You looked over at him before grinning.

You can’t help but admit that you were happy to stay home to be here with your lovely husband. You usually are stuck at the office, but knowing you can just open your door and be with your lovely husband for a few minutes puts you in a better mood.

A lightbulb went off in your head as you made your way over to him. Your hands reached up and cupped his chest, making him jump.

“Baby-” Jinyoung questioned before he gasped, as you toyed with his nipples, nearly forgetting to move the iron so he wouldn’t burn your clothes.

“ Since I’m home, that means I can play with you more in between work.” You tell him as you pinched his nipples and he pressed his hips against you, making you grin, “ But I won’t be able to take my time like I usually do, so I’ll have to do something different.”

“Something different?” Jinyoung asked as you let go of him for a split second, only to pull his pajama pants down in one swish movement, along with his underwear. You groped his ass just for a little bit, can’t resist grabbing the little peach before placing a quick spank, having him whine.

Jinyoung had to stop ironing as you touched him, knowing he can’t focus whenever your hands are on him. He watched you step away and head to the closet. It didn’t take you long to come back with some lube and a blue-colored plug that you sat on the bed.

You coat your fingers generously before you come back and have your chest pressed against his back. Your fingers circled his rim as your other hand came back to play with his chest. You slipped a finger inside and he sighed.

“ Keep ironing the clothes, love. Don’t let my ministrations distract you.” You tell him as you fingered him slowly. You watched as he slowly ironed the clothes as you fingered him. He had to stop again when you added a second finger and scissored him open. Jinyoung let out a shaky breath as his cock started to leak. You pinched and teased his chest and nipples until you thought he was spread open enough.

You turned to reach the plug, coating just as well as your fingers before you carefully slid the toy inside of him until it was all the way in, “ There you go~ You always look so pretty with that plug in you.” You gave his ass a little smack and he jumped before turning around to look at you.

“ I have to keep this in me all day?”

“Of course you do. Now go ahead and finish what you're doing. I have to get dressed and get ready to clock in for work.” You tell him as you head back to the closet for some clothes as he stared at your back with a blush.

“ Then I’ll bring you some breakfast when I’m finished,” Jinyoung says as he pulls his bottoms back up.

“ I would appreciate that love, thank you”

12:24 pm

Music filled the house. The tune was fun and light-hearted as Jinyoung’s hips swayed from time to time.

His mind focused as he washed the dishes, squinting from time to time to ensure that they got every speck. He didn’t even notice you walking up behind him. He couldn’t see the state of undress you were in as you slowly went behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.

Jinyoung jumped as he looked behind and saw you with a grin, “ Don’t scare me like that.”

You giggled as your hands found themselves on his waist, rubbing circles as he tried to focus back on washing the dishes. He tried to focus on the music and not your wandering hands as they skillfully undo his belt and pants, easily pushing them down as he instinctively spread his legs.

“ Are you wearing your plug today?” You whisper against his ear and he nods as he tries to rinse the pile of dishes he had. You pushed his pants down further until it was gathered at his ankles. You didn’t have to tell him to bend over as you kissed his neck, toying with the plug, enjoying his soft sighs.

You dragged one of your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his nipples as the other slowly pulled the plug out of him and smiled at the way he moaned, “ Spread yourself open for me Love.”

You stepped back as he reached behind himself, spreading himself openly as he looked behind and gave a small laugh, “ You already have it?”

He watched you coat the toy generously with lube that you brought out of the room before stepping closer. He felt your chin rest on his shoulder before you slowly pushed inside of him.

“That’s right Jinyoungie~ Take me in completely.” You whisper in his ear and he lets out a shaky breath. He could feel you snug against his prostate as his hands gripped the sink counter. You pulled out of him slowly before slamming back in.

The grip you had on his waist was tight as you kept a steady rhythm as you thrust into him. Every thrust earned you a moan as Jinyoung’s head hung low. His eyes shut and mouth agape.

You didn’t take long to speed up the pace. The sudden change of pace had Jinyoung cry out as a hand reached behind to hold your wrist, but that only made you reach for him and hold the arm behind his back. You held it tight as you looked down, watching the way he took the toy so well.

“ You are a good Lil slut for me. You keep taking me so well. Do you want more? Hm?” You leaned against his back, hips never stopping as you switched the angle to hit his prostate even more and Jinyoung cried out. You released his wrist before your hand moved to wrap around his aching cock that’s been neglected since earlier this morning.

You could feel the precum coat your hand as you moved it in time with your thrust.

“ Cum! Can I cum?! Please?!” Jinyoung begged, legs wobbly as he desperately held on as you thirsted wildly into him. He loved every moment of it. He loved being fucked into abandoned as he felt his cock twitch in your hand.

“ You can cum whenever you want? I’ll take care of you.” You grinned, thumb pressing into his slit and you bottom out inside of him, taking in the way his backbends as he cums into your hand. Cum drips onto the floor from your hand as you pull it back up. You grabbed some paper towel that was nearby to wipe off your hand. You leaned back to kiss his spine as you listened to his breath even.

“ Let’s get you all cleaned up and I’ll clean the floor when we’re done.”

“ I still have to wear the plug?”

“ Of course you do.”

3:17 pm

“W-Wait what are you-” Jinyoung mumbled low as he found your hands groping his body again. You cornered him as he was taking the laundry out of the washing machine and into the dryer. He wanted to put in another load before he started on dinner for tonight.

“ You know I can’t get enough of your love. Think you're up for some more?” You ask him as you rub his hips, patiently waiting for his response.

He turned around so you were facing each other, arms reaching out to wrap around you, “ How can I say no when you always make me feel so good but aren’t you still on the clock?”

“ I finished all my tasks for today and I clock out at 4 pm, so we can make this quick before I have to clock out

You grinned before he leaned down for a kiss that didn’t take too long to get heated, hands gripping at each other and quickly pulling at each other's clothes.

Jinyoung shouldn’t have felt so embarrassed at the position that you put him in, but it didn’t take him long to throw that embarrassment out the window and just focus all his attention on you.

You had him sitting on the edge of the washing machine with his legs spread apart. You removed the same plug and sat it to the side. It wasn’t too hard for you to press back inside of him as his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Jinyoung’s legs stayed wrapped around your body, keeping you close as you leaned in to kiss him, around his thighs as you thrust into him. You swallowed down every single moan as you fucked into him. You enjoyed the way the washing machine slightly rocked along with you as you moved down to kiss at his neck.

His pants were intoxicating as it only motivated you to fuck him more. You reacted down and wrapped your hand around his length once more, stroking him fast as Jinyoung let go and leaned back. His elbows propped him up and you had to mentally snap a picture of how disheveled your husband looked.

His bangs were sticking to his forehead. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was agape. His cock was moving with each thrust, tip red and leaking in your hand. You watched how his hole pucker as you thrust in and out of him.

You brought up your hand and licked at the precum that coated your hand, “ You're ready to cum already? You can’t stop twitching~”

Jinyoung nods as his legs tighten around your body and it made you laugh as you leaned back down, forehead pressing against his forehead, “ I’m not going anywhere love. I’ll pleasure you until you can’t hold on anymore. Cum for me and let me see you come undone.” You looked into his eyes as you shifted to hit his prostate.

Your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kept eye contact with him until he couldn’t handle it anymore. His eyes shut as he stilled, cumming between your bodies. You looked down between the two of you and giggled, “ I’m glad my meeting was this morning. You got my clothes dirty.”

“I..I’m sorry…I’ll wash it.” Jinyoung leaned in to kiss your cheek and it made you smile.

“ Such a good husband~”

6:48 pm

Work was over and done with and that meant you could spend the rest of the day with your lovely husband. He made your favorite dish for dinner and fed it to you, even though his legs were a little wobbly from another quick fuck before dinner was done.

You were now relaxing in the living room in a robe. You got real cozy after the bath you two took after dinner. You made sure to put in essential oils and some salts as you laid against Jinyoung’s chest. You hoped it would soothe his aching muscles and back after the barrage of sinful acts you two did that day and wanted to properly praise and pamper him after it all. You washed his hair and body before he happily returned the gesture before y’all got and dried each other off.

Jinyoung was finishing some last minute chores as you idly watched the show that was playing on the tv. You were close to drifting off until you heard his voice.

“ Going to sleep already?” Jinyoung spoke from behind you and he watched you lean your head against the back of the couch.

“ Wasn’t intentional. I just felt comfortable and relaxed.” You answer as he makes his way to sit beside you. You could tell just by how he was sitting that there was something on his mind, “ Jinyoung, what is it?”

Jinyoung scooted closer, hand landing on your thigh and your eyes looked down, “ Well…you made me feel really good today and…I just want to return the favor.”

“ Baby you know it makes me feel good just making you cum like that. There’s no reason for y-”

“But I want to…please?” Jinyoung looked up at you and you cupped his face and smiled at him.

“ What did you want to do to me, love? You planned on fucking me the same way I did to you?” You asked him as he shook your head.

“I wanted to taste you.” Jinyoung glanced down and away from your gaze and you grinned.

“ Go ahead, baby. Make me feel good~”

Jinyoung leaned in to kiss your throat and you let him. You loved when he felt confident. His hand gripped at your thigh and you slowly spread your legs for him. His kisses trailed lower, dipping past your collarbone as his hand moved to grab the tie of your robe. He looked up at you and you nodded, watching him pull as the sides of the robe slide to the side.

Jinyoung adjusted his position to be between your legs, face leaning in to quickly place one of your erect nipples into his mouth. He suckled needily as the other hand came up to pinch and pull at the other nipple, making you moan low. It only motivated him as his tongue rolled the bud in his mouth until he let go with a ‘pop’ sound before switching to the other.

Once he had his fill, he kissed down your stomach and down to your thighs. His eyes trailed down to see how you were wet for him and he licked his lips, not wasting any more time as his mouth descended on you.

His lips wrapped around your clit and suckedm, earning him a moan from your lips as his mouth moved and licked a stripe from your entrance and back to your clit, catching some of your wetness on his tongue and he moaned himself.

Your finger reached down to tangle in his hair as he ate you out messily. His mouth was pressed right against you as you watched him. While you did enjoy simply making him cum all day long, being on the receiving end was still just as good.

“That’s right love~ Make me feel good just lik-fuck!” You praised before throwing your head back as he pressed two fingers easily inside. You clenched around them as he scissored you open. His fingers moved in time with him sucking on your clit and it had you grinding against his mouth.

“ My baby boy knows how to please me so well~ Keep doing that and I’ll cum around your fingers in no time.” You tell him and he moans, the vibrations going right to your clit.

Your nails scratched his scalp lightly as his fingers curled to press into your g-spot and you nearly cried out. His fingers moved faster as you could hear how wet you were down there. His eyes were looking up at you and just falling in love with the way you looked. Hair disheveled with a faint blush as he watched your chest rise up and down. He wanted to watch you cum just like how you watched him earlier. He wanted you to feel just as good as you make him feel. He wanted to please you.

“Jinyoung…I’m gonna cum soon…” You warned him as he moved his fingers even faster asit pressed into your g-spot, eyes never leaving you as he sucked harder on your clit, moaning around you. Your grip in his hair tightened as you threw your head back, crying out as you came around his fingers.

Jinyoung quickly moved his fingers and his mouth replaced them as he caught every last drop of your orgasm.

You panted as you spent him a dark look before pulling him up to meet your face, admiring his puffy lips and messy chin.

“Don’t think I’m done with you after you did all of this for me.” You grinned and he smiled back, cock obviously hard as it twitched with anticipation.

“ I was hoping that you would say that~”

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