#khiphop fanfiction

[yoonia]

what you wanted (m) | b.i

➬ Summary | You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing that—deep down—this is exactly what you wanted all along.

➬ Title | What You Wanted

➬ Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader

➬ Genre | Smut, PWP(?), Virgin!reader, Boyfriend!Hanbin, First Time

➬ Word count | 10,060 words

➬ Ratings & Warning | 18+/Mature; a bit of a plot if you squint, explicit sexual scenes, including: soft dom Hanbin, shy reader, dirty talk, swearing, stripping, kissing (lots of them) and making out, dry humping, groping, grinding, manhandling (kind of lol), finger sucking, fingering (female recipient)/finger fucking, hand job, long foreplay, breast play, nipple play, biting, pinching, first time sex, praise/praise kink, protected sex, minor aftercare, post-coital cuddling

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The bed dips as he lies down beside you. 

His shirt is gone, leaving his chest bare. 

Getting a good sight of him from up close, your body flushes in response. The warmth running in your blood escalates further when you look down, noticing his unzipped pants with the waistband of his boxers peeking from beneath.

“Is this okay?” he gently asks you, his voice comes out in a whisper, but you can still feel his words caressing your skin.

Your body becomes tense at this point, filled with anticipation. Your nerves seem to take up the space in your mind, and they are beginning to spark like haywire when you feel Hanbin shifting closer. You can feel his warmth touching your skin even before he makes any move to touch you with his fingers. It makes you feel more hyperaware of his presence and, for the first time tonight, your self-consciousness takes the front seat.

Unable to look up at his face, you can only respond to his question with a short nod. This only draws a chuckle out of him, and he leans in, his fingers are gentle as he tips your chin up until your eyes can meet his glowing ones.

“Don’t be shy, baby. We can take this slow.” His words are reassuring, but the way he says it, with his face and smile soft yet his voice comes out almost growling with need, it drives your senses to start running wild. At the same time, it slowly strengthens your confidence to be able to ask for more when he asks again, “Tell me what you want. I’ll only do what you want me to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so—”

“I…I want to have my first time…with you,” you whisper softly, your voice almost fading into the room, yet it also sounds a bit too loud for your own ears. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you look up to see his reaction when you repeat yourself again, “I want to have sex with you. I want…”

Pressing a finger on your lips, Hanbin stops you from talking. “Are you sure?” he asks you. “You won’t regret it?”

It feels reassuring when he does something like this, when he shows you how much he truly cares about your feelings. You love how he keeps making sure that you know exactly what you are asking of him. But you know exactly what you want, though you can understand why he keeps worrying about it when this feels so sudden. Neither of you had expected that this would be the way you are ending the night with him. It isn’t like you had planned this all along when you first invited him into your apartment for a movie night and an extended stay-in date after coming back from your dinner date. It was an offer that you would always make after going out on a date with him, and one that he would gladly agree to whenever he could spend more time with you.

On those other nights, Hanbin would be the one to initiate it when things get heated up by the end of the night. He would be the one to make the move, to start things through his teasing words or hot kisses until he leaves your blood boiling hot with desire and need. On those intimate nights, he would always stop before things would escalate into something more, knowing that you weren’t ready for it.

But just like your invitation and your initial request, you had been the one to initiate everything this time, starting from the moment when you climbed onto his lap sometime in the middle of the movie and started grinding against his crotch until you were both high with desire. And it had been you who pulled his hands away from your breasts, snapping him out of the daze that he found himself in while he was groping at your soft flesh, admiring them while impatiently crumpling your top in the process. You never had any intention of stopping him when you grabbed his hands, however, when you suddenly had something else in mind.

“My bed. Now,” you almost begged him, and never once you had seen him moving so quickly in response. He said nothing as he lifted you up in his arms with your body wrapped around his and carried you all the way to your bed. As if your words had sent him into a trance-like state, and he stayed in it until the moment he laid you down on your bed.

Picturing what happened earlier have you smiling to yourself. “No, I know I won’t regret it. I know what I want,” you answer him with a smile. Despite never planning this to happen tonight, you have actually given this a lot of thinking, and it has been plaguing your thoughts since the day you decided you wanted to do this. With him.

“I know I asked to wait and take things slow, but…I’m ready. I want this.”

You swallow hard and muster the courage to reach up to him, to graze his bare chest with your fingers. His skin feels warm under your touch. Slightly warmer than he usually would. Moving your fingers up to his shoulders, tracing along the lines of ink marked on his skin, you feel his heartbeat pumping steadily in his chest. It grows even faster as you keep running your fingers on his chest, letting you know that he welcomes your touch just as much as you do his.

Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face as he takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. Dragging a kiss on each of your knuckles, he draws a shudder running through your body. “I’ve been waiting for this moment—” he says between each kiss, his eyes growing darker with passion and lust with each passing second and with each kiss he gives you before adding, “—for a long time.”

As if his words aren’t enough to draw a reaction from you, he takes the tip of your finger between his lips, sucking it gently until he can hear the sound of your gasp. The corners of his lips curl up to a smile, and he slowly leans back, giving you some space. Though he doesn’t give you much time to relax when he whispers, “Take off your top for me. Let me see you.”

Sitting up on the bed, your hands are trembling as you slowly pull up the hem of your top. You can feel his eyes on you, watching closely as you carefully, tentatively, peel your top off your skin. Even with your bra still on, your skin grows hot and you feel naked and exposed already once the shirt is gone, tossed away to the side of the bed. Licking your lips, you turn to Hanbin again, catching his eyes flickering down your body. His deep gaze trails down from your chest, lingering briefly on your cleavage before going down to the exposed skin on your torso, then stops at your flimsy shorts.

Before he can say anything, you lift your hips and pull down the offensive item of clothing by the waistband, peeling it down your legs. A faint sound of moan is heard, coming from none other than your boyfriend, and it makes your skin grow tight and hot knowing that you are drawing this kind of reaction from him. You lie back down once you are done, feeling even more exposed under his gaze as he leans closer, hovering right above you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, making your chest expand under his praise. You are surprised to find how good it makes you feel to hear his compliments, and how it draws the heat from your chest down to your pulsing core. But you welcome the delightful feeling that suddenly comes rushing through you. It happens merely for a brief moment, yet you immediately crave to experience it again the moment it fades away.

Hanbin takes this moment to push himself off of the bed and start undoing his pants. His action mesmerises you, drawing you speechless until he returns to your side and snaps you out of it with a whisper, “Come here, let me take a good look at you.”

You look up at him, wondering what he meant by it. But then Hanbin gently wraps his arm around your waist and carefully brings you closer to him.

You react with a squeal, but easily melt into him when he puts his hands on you. He leans over you and starts kissing your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck after. His mouth feels so good on your skin, his warm breath fanning over your delicate neck as he continues trailing kisses around your pulse. He kisses his way down to your shoulder, before going back up to trace his lips on your chin. Your breathing starts growing quicker, and sparks of electricity begin running down your body.

While he is busy making you grow wild with his kisses, he starts rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He does it in a soothing manner to stop you from growing tense beneath him, but that only lasts until his hands make their way to your covered chest.

His hand moves slower once he reaches your thin bra. His fingers are tickling over your flesh, skirting around the curve of your breast. Your chest arches into his hand when his thumb comes up brushing across the lace cups of your bra, starting with an innocent touch that feels so delicate, before it shifts when he grows bolder with his touch and presses down on your covered nipple. Your body shudders, soft gasps escaping your lips when his kisses run lower, grazing across your heaving chest.

He stops just before reaching the top of your mounds and glances up at your face. You can see his eyes darkening right before he plants his lips right over your covered nipple, brushing a kiss from over the lace, the fabric barely does its job to shield you from his hot kisses when heat shoots right through you upon contact. Distracted by the work of his mouth and his alluring gaze, you don’t notice his hand making its way down, not until his fingers graze across the waistband of your panties and he begins toying with it. His touch moves lower, and he doesn’t stop until his fingers find the wet spot that has appeared right at the center.

“Oh, God—” you hiss out loud when he presses down it, consciously giving your folds enough pressure that you can feel his touch reaching deep within you. The sensation peaks when he does it together with the work of his mouth, as he nips and nibbles on your puckered nipple through the thin bra still covering your skin, drawing a few cries out of you.

It feels so good. The sensation fills your brain. But just when you are starting to give in to the pleasure he is giving you, Hanbin stops and pulls away, putting everything to a halt when he looks up at you.

“Can I take these off?” he whispers, but his words take a bit of time to register into your slow mind. The moment you realise what he is asking, you gently push him away and sit up.

“Let me do it,” you breathlessly say to him. Your body is still quivering, but you still manage to peel your undergarments off of your body before coming back down on the bed. But just then, as you are lying down with him almost hovering above you, his perusal gaze running down your naked skin, your self-consciousness returns. Your instinct kicks in, and you immediately cross your arms over your chest and press your legs together to cover yourself as much as you still can.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous, and—”

“Sshh—Don’t be. It’s okay,” Hanbin says, smiling patiently. “I’m nervous about all of this too. It feels like a huge honour that you are asking me to do this with you.”

With his whisper, Hanbin leans in to capture your lips in his. He starts with a slow kiss, yet it feels passionate and delicate at the same time. You part your lips when you feel his tongue slipping out, allowing him to deepen the kiss, taking away your apprehension when the kiss grows heated and your mouths seem to melt with each other into one. His hand reaches down, tenderly grazing on your thigh before he pulls on it, guiding you to part your legs for him. Slipping his other arm around your waist to hold you up against him, the hand that has been gripping at your thigh moves upward, capturing your wrist, and he gently begins pulling your arm away from your chest.

“I can’t look at you if you keep covering yourself,” he whispers against your lips. Pulling back, he brings your hand to his face, his lips pressing down on your palm, then to your wrist, leaving you completely transfixed to his motions and the mix of sensations which he keeps bringing onto your body.

He slides his other arm away from your body and gently captures your other wrist, pulling it away from your body before he repeats his action, kissing your palm and wrist the same way he did the other. His action is so captivating that it takes a while for your slow mind to notice what he is doing. It isn’t until he gently pulls your arms further away from your chest, once your bare chest is exposed to the chill breeze flowing in your bedroom, when you finally realise what he has been doing to you.

“These arms—” he whispers hoarsely as he lowers your arms to your sides, “—stay here. You are free to grab the sheets or the pillows whenever you need to.” Rubbing your forearms, he sets down your hands to rest on the sheets. The gentle way he is tending to you soothes your nerves, only for him to spike them up again when he smirks at you and says, “Better yet, just grab onto me. I wouldn’t mind having your hands all over me.”

The way he says those words draws an audible gasp out of you, while your reaction brings a smug grin to his face. He leans away, pushing himself up to get a better look at you now that you are no longer covering yourself.

Under his gaze, you feel completely exposed—bare to his eyes not only for your naked skin, but also your bare soul. And the feeling intensifies when his dilated eyes are drawn to your naked breasts. As if mesmerised, Hanbin runs his gaze down your body, taking everything in with rapt attention. He waits until you are no longer tense before he finally releases your wrists.  

His gentle hands move down your body, finding your waist first, then proceed to trace his way down. Past your hips, he continues to go down, then carefully slips his palms to cup the underside of your thighs, bringing your legs apart. He does it ever so gently, not rushing while trying to make sure that you are still comfortable with the way he is handling your body. He stops just enough to give him space to shift on the bed and take his position between your legs. Once he is settled nicely over your body, he then runs his hands upward, tracing the inner side of your thighs with a delicate touch that still sends your skin prickling with need.

Your body tenses for a brief moment when his fingers reach up between your legs, and you hold your breath, anticipating his touch right at your tender core. Yet, he simply moves his hand away, reaching around it to return to your waist. You feel yourself relaxing from it, although there is still a hint of disappointment lingering in your chest for not feeling his touch. But that feeling quickly fades the moment you realise that he is still tracing his fingers up your torso, carrying on his journey to make his way up your body while feeling your soft curves with his palms.

He doesn’t stop until the tips of his fingers gently graze across the underside of your breasts. The touch draws an immediate gasp from you, and it surprises you when your body jolts to the touch of his fingers. Never once have you experienced this kind of sensation. It feels different compared to all those times you were touching your own breasts while trying to picture how it would feel to have someone embracing you there. Not even when he would innocently brush his fingers over them through your clothes while you were making out with him, teasing you about it without actually making it happen. And now he is making all of your fantasies come true, and the sensation is way beyond what you had ever imagined, as his hands and fingers set alight the delectable tingles which bring all your senses awake. Your back arches when he continues further, when he tenderly cups your soft flesh with his palms, feeling their weight on them.

Despite the confidence and reassurance that he has been showing you, you keep sensing all the subtle hints that he might just be as nervous as you are at this moment, allowing you to believe his words when you can feel them resonating from him. You could feel it from the first touch, when you felt him trembling, faint shudders coming out of his fingers which faded merely moments after he laid them on your skin. And now, you can feel it again, when he stalls just for a second before he begins kneading, giving tender massages on your soft mounds.

His palms and fingers move around your breasts, working on your body by giving you a gentle caress. Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face the entire time he is doing this. He keeps actively searching for a sign of discomfort, making sure to catch it in case you suddenly want things to stop.

You open your eyes and arch your back once more when his touch becomes bolder, and he takes this as a sign that you are doing okay. Still paying attention to your reactions, he moves one hand to graze the tip of your breast. A shuddering wave rocks through you when he brushes against your nipple. You can feel your nub hardening under his touch, your skin growing tighter, while your blood boils hotter when he continues, repeating the tender movements until you are used to it. He then takes your pebbled nub between his fingers, giving it a few slow strokes and pinching it in between.

Moans after moans keep slipping out of your lips, when each stroke he gives you lights up delightful sparks rushing through your body. Loving how responsive you are, he then moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the previous one until the tip grows just as hard as the other. He keeps rolling his fingers around your hardened nipple, then leans down, capturing the other into his mouth.

“Oh—” you react with a gasp. Hearing this, Hanbin immediately stops and looks at your face.

“—okay, baby?” he asks you and stalls for a moment as he waits until you are giving him the green light to continue. His voice sounds breathless, but it is the way his words seem to fade in and fade out through your head which makes you feel unsure if you had indeed heard him whispering them to you.

You take this time to inhale a deep breath, and give yourself a moment to process this new sensation flowing through your body. It felt maddening when the moment his mouth grazed across your nipple and it felt like you were struck with something hot, rushing through your blood which was flowing down south. And the feeling still lingers even as he pulls away. Your nipple is still slightly wet, allowing you to feel the pulses that appear on the tip from your rushing blood, while his lips remain to hover right above it. So close, but not touching, though feeling his warm breath falling on your sensitive bud make it seem like he still has your nipple captured between his lips.

You try to focus to relax, to brush away your nerves until you are no longer fighting against the rush that is coming to life inside you. Once you are ready, you look at him and nod your head, whispering, “I’m okay,” so that he can continue.

You watch with bleary eyes as he once again takes the tip of your breast into his mouth. He starts with a light suck, kissing it briefly before wrapping his lips around it once again. Then his tongue comes licking, lapping, before he goes back to sucking again. He keeps alternating between each ministration while he maintains giving the other breast similar attention, using his fingers as he keeps rolling and pinching on your nipple, giving you a mix of sensations that keeps running wild through your whole body.

Slowly, the pleasure you are feeling from the work of his mouth, tongue, and hands begin to reach its peak. While your mind is muddled by the overload of emotions, your body seems to gain a mind of its own as it begins to move without you realising it.

Your hand comes up to him as he keeps devouring your breast, fingers sinking between the strands of his hair to keep him attached to you. Underneath his weight, your hips start moving, instinctively matching the rhythm of your pulse that comes in a constant wave from your core. The more you are lost in the pleasure, the harder you are grinding your center against his crotch. The stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs feels rough against your bare pussy, making your whole body tremble each time you rub against him.

Hanbin gives your nub a light bite, and your hips jolt upward, sending your folds brushing just a bit harder against his covered hard-on, drawing a cry out of you when you feel how hard he has become. Even while tending to your needs, Hanbin’s need begins to become more evident when he starts rolling his hips in response, grinding his covered cock against your wet core.

He releases you with a grunt just then, when all the rubbing and brushing are starting to affect his body. With a shy grin on his face, he slips his fingers through the waistband of his briefs and begins pushing them down his hips. His hard shaft springs out, pulling your attention to it. Your eyes seem to be drawn to it that you cannot look away, not paying much attention to him as he pushes the briefs all the way down his legs.

The moment he returns to you, Hanbin is completely bare. His cock twitches under your perusal gaze, while your body seems to throb. It starts from deep within your core, as the thought of him burying himself inside you comes flashing into your mind. Then it rushes upward, swirling inside your chest. It builds up your expectation, and in return, something warm is brewing inside. Something similar to a sense of hunger.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognise this feeling as desire, lust, and you choose not to fight it. The feeling isn’t something new or unfamiliar, yet you have never felt it affecting you so strongly before. Never once has it made you feel so wanton with need before the way it does now. Nothing that had felt so carnal you just feel like you are losing control of your own body just by the sight of him, or by the touch of his hands the moment they return to you.

His eyes glint an amused glow when he seems to notice this change in you, and he continues running his hands down your waist, slowly grazing your hips, and then he moves lower. Cupping his palms on the under curves of your bottom, he gently lifts your hips up, just slightly off the bed with your thighs parting further for him, giving him a clear view of your pulsing center and the wet mess that you have created.

“I wish you could take a look at yourself,” he hums as his penetrating gaze lingers on the area between your legs. The way he is staring at you feels so intense that you could almost feel it, like he is touching you without his hands or fingers, and your pussy pulses in response. “Can you feel it? You’ve grown wet down here. I bet you’d feel hot too if I touch you now. You even stained my briefs, and I’m usually the one staining them whenever you rubbed against me,” he murmurs absently while he starts tracing the tips of his fingers up and down your thighs. He stops when he gets too close to your center, yet keeps his fingers hovering just an inch away from the source of your wild throbbing.

“I—yes,” you gasp softly. Even without him touching you directly, the throbbing intensifies further, and you can feel something cold on your skin when you try to move your hips. “I didn’t realise I was making a mess on you,” you add, as you slowly process his words. Your face immediately burns hot as you recall all the time that you spent with him, all the nights making out either on his couch or on your bed, just like this.

Almost like this.

Before, you would still be able to keep your clothes on. The farthest you had ever come was when he pulled you onto his lap, the first time he introduced you to the pleasure of an orgasm with his sinful hands gripping the soft flesh of your bottoms while you were grinding wantonly against his covered cock. The memory from that night has been permanently engraved in your mind. You still remember the mind-blowing pleasure erupting from your body, something that had kept you awake on the long, lonely nights that you spent replaying that moment over and over again inside your head. Right now, as you are lying still beneath him, feeling the same desire brewing inside your body, you nearly fail to resist the urge to rock your hips to ease yourself from it.

Your body has silently been begging to feel his touch, to be relieved from this carnal need you are having. It makes you feel—worried. Not completely sure how to process this new feeling taking over you. Your instinct is telling you to fight it until it goes away, while your curiosity is slowly growing stronger, pushing you to give in and let things happen.

As if Hanbin could read through your mind and hear you questioning yourself, he gently caresses your hips, just when you are beginning to grow tense beneath him in your uncertainty. “It’s okay. Take your time. Take a deep breath,” he says, helping you to relax. So you take a moment to take in everything while trying not to panic when the rush comes back in small waves.

Every doubt quickly fades when Hanbin suddenly moves his fingers. A subtle graze comes across your folds, a brief touch that quickly arouses your senses before he takes it away. “Can I touch you here?” he asks as he once again brings his fingers closer to your center, with just the tip of his thumb teasing your folds. Your hips jolt upward. You are surprised to notice how quickly your body reacts to his touch and how sensitive you are feeling with one subtle brush of his finger.

This wouldn’t be the first time he would be touching you there. But it would be the first time for you to be able to feel his touch directly on your skin. Before tonight, you could only imagine how that would feel like. Because on those previous nights, he could only press down on your cunt from over your shorts or panties, creating a wet spot on your undergarments instead of capturing your wetness from its source.

With not a piece of clothing getting in the way this time, yet another part of your fantasy is coming to reality, and your heart beats faster as you anticipate his touch.

“Yes—” you whisper to him, ready to feel his hands on your heat the way you had always wanted. “Touch me, Hanbin.”

Hearing your plea, he no longer holds himself back. With one hand resting on your waist to keep you still, he moves the other closer to your center. He starts by rubbing his fingers on your folds, up and down, back and forth, slowly inching his way to your slit. Looking down, he drags his tongue across his lips slowly, deeply focusing on the task in hand as he gently spreads your folds, exposing your wet pussy and your swollen clit that suddenly throbs under his hungry gaze.

Hanbin gently presses the tip of his finger at your throbbing entrance, drawing a low, keen moan from you. The sound you are making seems foreign even to your own ears. It makes your skin hot, and your face flushes with embarrassment, though it slowly fades when you look at his face and notice how much he seems to enjoy watching and listening to the way you are responding to him.

He licks his lips and presses a bit harder. This time, your body doesn’t tense as much as it did, and you can start feeling the pleasure that his touch is giving you as you feel him dipping in, stopping right the moment he has the first knuckle of his finger in. Your body seems to welcome him, the unfamiliar feeling of your muscles straining to let him in gives you a slight discomfort for a brief moment, though it quickly fades as he continues. He moves his finger in and out of your pussy, and your body reacts with your muscles straining and loosening around his digit, taking time to adjust until you begin to feel a new sensation building up.

“Is this hurting you, baby?” he asks while keeping his eyes on your face, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. Whatever he sees only makes him seem amused, however, yet he remains patient, waiting until you can find your voice and let him hear your thoughts.

“No, not really. It feels…weird,” you mutter, not completely sure how to explain what you are feeling to him or to describe it with words. You feel no pain nor discomfort, just the unfamiliar sensation building up into a hot, intense rush that keeps on growing the more he continues, going an inch deeper as he strokes his finger back into you.

While you are busy processing the waves rolling up and down your body, Hanbin shifts on the bed a little, and pulls out his finger from your pussy. Before you have the chance to protest, he slides back in, changing the angle just enough to let you feel the rush multiplying into waves of pleasure, growing from small spasms to a series of intense shudders that makes your entire body shake. “Oh, that feels good.”

Hanbin takes your reaction as a cue, and he continues to slide his finger in and out of you, keeping a slow and steady pace until you are finally adjusting to him. Once he senses the change, with your hips slightly lifting to welcome the thrust of his finger and soft moans slipping out of your lips, he pushes his way in, adding another inch to reach deeper. Curling the tip of his finger as he is doing so, he brushes against your sweet spot. The first touch draws a gasping moan out of you, so he knows that he is doing it right. He keeps repeating the motion, over and over, keeping his strokes gentle all the time until you become a quivering mess under the magic that his hand is making. You grow wetter under his touch, as you embrace the pleasure that is slowly rising by rocking your hips, matching his rhythm as you grind your pussy against his hand.

“Hanbin…Hanbin, baby,” you keep chanting his name with a series of gasps and moans slipping in between. You can feel him reaching as deep as he possibly could each time he pushes his way back in, and it is starting to take him a bit longer when he withdraws from you. With each stroke he gives you, the slick sound of his finger going in and out with the help of your arousal starts getting louder and louder, just as it gets easier for him to move.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you.”

His voice fades in and out, yet you feel it sinking into your head after a brief moment. Slowly, you open your eyes, finding his face lowered just enough to get closer to you. You didn’t even realise that you had your eyes closed shut, a reaction that you made subconsciously at the height of this new sensation that has yet to show any sign of waning down. Your gaze drifts down, and only then do you finally have a closer look at what is doing to you.

His hand pushing and pulling between your parted legs, his finger going in and out of your pussy, getting more and more wet and slick after disappearing for a brief second. But the one thing that you only start to notice now is the way you are steadily moving with him, your hips rocking into his hand, as if having a mind of its own as you move rhythmically to match the movement of his hand.

“Do you see what I’m doing to you?”

Nodding your head, you reach out to grab a hold on him. Your hands find leverage on his upper arm and shoulder as you continue to rock your body onto his hand, embracing the pleasure that he is giving you.

“Tell me with words. Tell me what’s happening.”

Biting your lips, you try to push down the heat rushing onto your face before you can find the right words. “You are—” you gasp when his finger pushes against a spot inside you that causes your body to tremble. “You are fucking me with your fingers.”

Almost instantly, your face flushes with heat. You rarely ever cursed or said these words, yet it feels so right given to this very moment. As if he wants to reward you for it, Hanbin smiles and leans in to press his lips on your temple. His gentle kiss distracts you from his other hand that reaches down, grabbing gently on your wrist to guide your hand down between your bodies.

“Touch me, baby,” he whispers with a hoarse voice, his chest trembles under your palm while he moves the other all the way down. The tips of your fingers brush against his rigid shaft, drawing a gasp out of your lips when you realise what he wants.

“Okay, baby?” he tentatively asks you, only for you to nod. It brings a smile to his face, and you drift your gaze lower, watching as he helps you wrap your dainty fingers around his girth. He feels warm and sturdy against your skin. A few subtle pulses appear from the length of his cock just as you touch him. You can even feel him twitch under your touch, and as if it is even possible, he seems to grow even harder and bigger between your palm.

“You’re so hard,” you whisper to him before you can stop yourself, causing him to chuckle a little.

“Because you’re touching me,” he whispers back with a groan. Placing his hand above yours, he gently starts guiding you to move your hand, sliding it back and forth on his length to give him a light stroke. “Do it gently. Like this,” he says, and you follow suit, doing just as he is showing you. You feel him twitching in your hand again as you go back and forth, up and down his length, until he quivers a little and a soft groan is drawn out of him. “That’s it. That feels good. Keep on going, baby.”

As you continue stroking him, keeping the pace steady, he gently withdraws his finger out of you. You look down to watch him pull out, and softly sigh as he adds another finger on his way back in. “Oh…oh, God,” you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out further, and at the way your body reacts to the delightful sensation that you are still quite unfamiliar with yet definitely welcome.

The sweet pleasure runs rapidly through you. Some parts of you begin to pulse, pacing at the same rhythm as his touches. Your inner walls are clenching around him each time he draws his fingers inside you, while the tips send your body rocking with a maddening wave of bliss as he curls them to rub against your walls.

Right at the same time you are savouring your pleasure, Hanbin starts giving in to his own. You look up at him as he rocks his hips, thrusting his cock into your hand while you continue stroking him. His eyes are partly closed, while his jaw has grown slack. The sound of his breathing is mixed with a few soft moans. You take in everything, refusing to close your eyes to see what you are doing to him. Knowing that you are the one drawing these reactions out of him helps make you grow more confident.

Strangely enough, your body also grows hotter seeing him like this.

“I want to put my lips—” he says between each stroke he is giving you, pressing hard into your pussy as he breathes out, “—right here.” You gasp as you imagine him crawling down, his lips pressing on your nether lips to give it a kiss, and his tongue—which makes an appearance as he slides it across his lips—would be tasting you, pressing into your slit and moving the same way he is rubbing his thumb across your clit. Your body shakes more intensely, and you instinctively begin to rock your hips harder, faster, hoping that his touch would help snap off the knot that keeps tightening in your core.

“I want to taste you. But I’ll save it up for next time,” he groans softly. “Right now, I want to look at your face when you cum around my fingers.”

And just like that, the tight knot that you have been feeling in your core snaps. With a single thrust of his fingers inside you, a firm press of his thumb on your clit, and you come into a shuddering climax. You cry out his name as it comes through you like a wave, your entire body keeps vibrating with intense pleasure as it strikes you again and again.

Everything feels like such a blur while you are lost in the sea of bliss, that it feels like an eternity lasts while your body is jerking and spasming as you are consumed by the pleasure. Though you can still Hanbin’s presence, as he helps you ride out your high with his fingers moving slower, much slower, before he eventually comes to a halt and gently pulls out of you. His kiss on the delicate skin of your neck draws you back in, helping you to gradually start coming back to the present.

Yet the fog only fades when his grip on your hand tightens. You open your eyes, realising that in the height of your pleasure, you haven’t lost your steady hold on his hard-on. Your hand, the one that wasn’t holding on tightly to his arm, is still wrapped around his cock. The fact that you hadn’t been so lost in your bliss to squeeze around him too hard is beyond you, but you managed, and you instinctively start loosening your hold around him, only for him to stop you from making it happen.

You are unable to because he still has one hand wrapped around yours. And that same hand is still guiding you to move, even if you have been stroking him at an unsteady pace. Gathering your bearing just enough to command your body, you try to control your pace, finding a steady rhythm that would help make him feel the same pleasure as the one he gave you.

And it doesn’t take long for you to get what you want.

You continue to stroke his cock, his breath and his moans growing louder and more rapid once you repeat the ministrations at a steady pace. Not too fast, and definitely not too slow. And you are no longer gripping him too tightly, just enough to make him feel the clamp of your touch keeping a possessive hold around his pulsing cock. You keep stroking until his moans turn to whimpers, until the movement of his hand starts losing its vigour and he starts letting you set up the pace.

Soon, there is a twitch pressing against your palm, a sign that he is close. His hips shudder as it happens, and Hanbin quickly captures your wrist, stopping you from going further. His hot blood continues to pulse under your palm when everything comes to a halt, and Hanbin opens his eyes, smiling at you when he says, “That felt so good I almost came.” He starts chuckling, sighing deeply when he admits, “I don’t want it to end so soon. If I have to cum, I want it to happen while I’m buried deep inside you.”

He pulls your hand away and entwines his fingers with yours as he lowers himself. You can smell his arousal in the air, mixing together with the sweet scent coming from your body. You can feel his rapid heartbeat when his chest comes pressing against yours. Even the trembles that you caused on him are still there when you press one palm over his shoulders, though you can also feel your own trembles when his thigh comes nudging against yours, parting your legs further for him.

He then takes your attention away from everything with one lingering kiss. He kisses you on your lips, your chin, your neck, moving unhurriedly before returning to your lips with more vigour, his kiss grows so intense he completely swallows the sound of your moans.

He kisses you for a moment longer, then pulls away to reach out to the box of condoms on his nightstand. Watching this, your heartbeat begins racing.

It’s happening, you silently wonder as you watch him move.

Hanbin’s hand trembles a little as he rips the box open. The same box that you had bought on an instinct, hours before things had even begun to escalate into this very moment. He returns to you with a piece of the condom between his fingers. His gaze finds yours as he rips it open, and your hand flies up to stop him from pulling it out.

He frowns, suddenly looking doubtful. But that look is gone when you whisper to him, “Let me put it on you. I already told you that I want to learn everything.”

With a sigh of relief, Hanbin allows you to take over. His hand comes down together with yours to guide you through it, and you watch amusedly how his body quivers as you roll it down his length. His words fade into a groan when he feels your fingers on him, as if your action only turns him on even more. Again, this gives you more confidence, enough to get you to run your fingers teasingly along the entirety of his length once you are done.

Once the condom is on, you lie back down, bracing yourself and opening your legs wide for him. Your eyes are wide open as you wait for him to continue. Hanbin leans in, kissing your temple gently while slowly sliding in to take his place right between your legs. The moment he crawls on top of you, a wave of fear washes over you as reality sinks in so suddenly.

He must have seen it, because a warm smile comes to his face and he takes your hand in his. He takes a moment to kiss your knuckles, before brushing a thumb across your cheek. “You have to tell me if this is truly what you want. We can stop now if you think we’re going too far,” he whispers, and you quickly nod your head.

“I do. I still want this,” you breathe out. “I want you. I want to try and do everything with you. I’m not going back down now.”

With a proud smile, Hanbin covers your body with his. His lips return to your skin, finding your lips briefly then down to your neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his hard shaft is teasing you so mercilessly as it is laid between you, pressing against your mounds. He makes a low, rumbling groan when you subtly rock your hips against him, brushing at his length.

He is almost breathless when he breaks the kiss and pulls away, but the desire in his eyes comes out so strongly that you easily get lost in it, and you nearly miss it when he settles down in his position against your center. He takes his rigid shaft in his hand and presses the tip to your petals. You look down, noticing your glistening folds spreading around his crown, but he makes no move to push forward. With a brush of his thumb across your cheek, Hanbin calls for your attention so he could ask you one last time,

“This is it. Are you ready?”

Overwhelmed with nerves, you can only nod your head to answer. But he isn’t having it and asks again, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you finally answer him with a soft whisper.

In return, Hanbin presses one hand on your hips, holding you down while he reaches down to wrap his cock with his other hand to guide himself to your center. The next thing you feel is a nudge as he aligns himself at the entrance of your pussy, the thick head of his cock pressing in, and your heart starts galloping in your chest. As if he can sense your body growing tense, he looks deep into your eyes and whispers, “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

You look up at him as you sigh, giving him a smile. “I know you will.”

He presses the head of his cock against your pussy lips again, giving it more pressure. This time, your body no longer tenses upon contact. He also makes it easier for you to adjust to him by rubbing his cock against your slit, going back and forth with a couple of slow strokes, gathering your arousal while making your body shudder with his steady rocking. Soon, your body relaxes, and the shudders you are experiencing begin to draw soft moans coming out of your lips. And he knows right then that you are ready.

"Here we go, baby,” he says with a soft groan, and pushes the head of his cock into your tight virgin pussy.

“Ah—” you scream out when a sting of pain shoots right through you, causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.

You had expected that it would hurt. Yet, instead of feeling as if you are being ripped into two the way you had imagined it would, the sting only comes in for a brief moment before it slowly begins to fade along with the pulses from your rushing blood. The pain feels sharp and hot that you can feel it rushing all the way down to your toes, your legs become tense because of it. Your body becomes still, while your mind seems to take a while to take in all this new sensation overwhelming you—the subsiding pain, the spasms building up inside you that are pressing around him, his presence that makes you feel so full.

Hanbin doesn’t move, giving you time to adjust to him while he waits to make sure that you are no longer in pain. He leans down and starts kissing the column of your throat, the side of your neck, pressing his lips against your pulse to help you relax. You can feel the pulses between your legs shift from pain into pleasure, your muscles beginning to welcome him instead of fighting his presence, and you begin to slightly lift your hips, rocking in small increments as your silent plea for him to start moving.

This time, his body reacts first. He quivers on top of you and subtly gasps, but he is quick to gather himself and pulls away. You open your eyes, looking up to his face to see the look of love and adoration coming out of his eyes. It warms your heart so much that it adds to the sensation when he slowly begins to move. He pushes inside a little more, gently stretching you out until he feels your muscles growing too tight for him to continue and pulls back, just enough for him to leave the head of his cock inside you.  

While you dread the thought of him pulling out of you, the delightful feeling of his girth sliding and pressing against your pussy walls is distracting you enough to stop you from protesting, and so does the sight of his chest and arms flexing as he moves above you. Hanbin seems to be affected by the pulses enveloping him as well, when he moves with a low, deep groan coming out of his lips. He waits for another pulse to subside and pushes his way back in, pushing deeper this time before sliding back out. He repeats it a few more times, moving in small increments until your muscles are no longer clamping around him, allowing him to move much easier.

Soon, he begins thrusting and sliding his hard shaft in and out of you at a steady pace. With each stroke, each deep thrust he gives you, the pleasure comes in waves, rising rapidly just as he begins to push harder.

“Ohhh…fuck!” he curses under his breath, his mouth falling open. In your eyes, he appears like a whole new man overcome with lust as he rocks his hips, pumping his cock inside you faster once he gives in to his desire.

“Oh, Hanbin,” you moan loudly when he hits the right spot. You just cannot help it when your body rocks back to welcome him. The feeling of him filling you up so completely, how he keeps bottoming out at your utmost depth as he thrusts inside you is overwhelming, but you take it all, spreading your legs wider to allow him to move freely over you.

He keeps repeating the motion, delving in deep and spearing you beneath him. Low grunts keep escaping his lips with how much pleasure he is feeling from being buried inside you, while your own voice comes out almost breathless, the silent cries of pleasure you are making fading beneath the constant sounds of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking beneath your weight, and the force of his lovemaking that keeps rocking you to a new height.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open, taking it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment of your first lovemaking. This moment feels magical, but nothing defeats the beautiful sight of your lover embracing this moment together with you. How his eyes are locked on yours the entire time he is pounding into you, how his soft cries keep escaping between his ragged breath, and how his body moves so fluently, mesmerising you while he is doing all the sinful things to your body.

You can feel him throbbing within you, just as intensely as the throbs that are formed within your pussy walls. There is so much desire written on his face while his cock seems to respond to your body. He gives one hard thrust, and you feel your muscles quivering, the familiar spasms of your impending climax coming to wake.

The tempo of your tryst continues to build up, and you almost believe that you can feel him bulging inside you and growing thicker, stretching your walls further around his width. It feels amazing, completely maddening, even, when the pleasure just keeps rising, and rising, until you feel like you have nowhere else to go from here.

“Hanbin, baby…I’m close—” you whimper to him just when your pussy walls clamp around him, your stomach coiling tightly with the need for release.

“I…so do I, baby. You feel so damn good,” he gasps, nearly growling as he speaks. He forces his head down to press his lips on yours again as he starts to cause your body to shake with his pumping hips and cock. His lips brush against yours in a sweet way while his body burns hot with lust. Then he growls to your ear, whispering in an almost commanding way which immediately sets you off, “Let go for me, baby. Cum around my cock. Come with me.”

He picks up his speed, fucking you harder and faster. A jolt of pleasure shoots straight through you, but it isn’t enough. While he continues to rock his hips, you reach down between your bodies to find the little bud that he was teasing earlier to make you come. The sensitive flesh is still vibrating with need, sparks start going through your entire body the moment you touch yourself.

But Hanbin isn’t having it, refusing to let you please yourself when he wants to be the one to give it to you. He reaches down and pulls your hand away, replacing it with his fingers instead. His thumb comes pressing on your clit, circling it better than you ever could. Your body arches as he touches you so expertly, his thumb gliding over your clit, pinching on it, making you cry out his name in your carnal pleasure.

The rush of your climax grows stronger, and you simply let go of your inhibitions. Immediately your mind goes blank, leaving no room for others but the intense pleasure ripping through your body as you fall into your blinding orgasm. Your climax sends him falling to his own, his face contorting as he embraces his release. He gives you his one final thrust, pushing into you so deep until you are screaming loudly once again when you feel like your whole world is shaken with its force. He holds you there as he makes you take his entire length as it throbs and pumps into you.

“Hanbin!” you cry out again when a smaller spasm of your climax washes through you. You welcome it by grinding against him wildly while being pinned beneath him, and he bucks into you, his cock pulsing against your walls as he spurts every drop of his release into the condom, though you can still feel the heat of it filling your insides.

Silence falls soon after, once everything comes to a halt. There is nothing left but the sounds of your ragged breathing and your pounding heartbeat. A thin layer of sweat appears between your bodies, while you feel like something is pooling underneath, something slipping out of your throbbing cunt.

It seems that the two of you have become a complete mess as you found your climaxes together. Completely sated and drained, neither of you makes any move to let go of the other, still embraced in each other’s arms while his shaft is still buried inside you.

The silence seems to last long, until he finally opens his eyes, his gentle gaze looking back at you when he smiles. Hanbin bends over you, exhaling a deep breath before giving you a slow kiss on your lips.

Keeping you distracted by it, he gently pulls out of you. The sting of pain that was left forgotten during your heated lovemaking makes its return as he slides against it, drawing a shocked gasp from you. But the sting doesn’t last, as the remnants of your climax pulses around him, your pussy still vibrating with the shadows of your pleasure to help you relax.

It takes a while for him to discard the soiled condom, and you make use of the moment of silence to gather your bearings. A touch of a warm cloth appears when he returns, and you open your eyes to see him gently tending to you, cleaning you up before wiping himself clean. You were so distracted with the waning pleasure and pain that you didn’t even notice what he was doing, but it feels so nice to be taken care of the way he is doing it to you, and you enjoy seeing him so focused on it he barely pays attention to you watching him.

Hanbin throws the cloth away once he is done with it and searches through your face upon returning to you, as if he is worried that the regret will begin to sink in. But you reach up to him, pulling him down to you so you can kiss his lips. Sighing into the kiss, Hanbin is overcome with relief, and immediately reciprocates by kissing you deeply, passionately, enough to steal your breath away yet again just when you had just managed to control it.

“Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he begins asking you nonstop once the kiss stops, his concern is written all over his face, and you reach up to cup and stroke his cheek.

“I’m fine. I feel so good, actually. So good,” you answer him with a deep sigh, relishing on the final spasms fluttering in your core. “I’m glad I did it with you. You kept your promise on making it good for me. Thank you.”

Hearing this, Hanbin gives you a shy grin, the same grin that would always make you swoon. The wild lustful man that had taken complete control of your body is gone now, replaced by the shy and gentle young man that you have come to love so much.

“No regret, then?”

You shake your head. “None, whatsoever. And you were amazing too.”

His adorable grin widens at your compliment. “No, you were amazing,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose, while you are once again pleased with his praise. A spark of mirth appears in his gaze as he looks at you then, giving you a thrill even before he makes his promise, “And this is just the beginning.”

Your heart flutters. “Promise?”

Hanbin gives you a soft chuckle. “I always keep my word,” he whispers deeply, and you don’t really have to question him twice to know that he is definitely going to keep his word in the near future.

You part your lips to say something else. Yet instead of words, a long yawn is the only thing that you can give him.

“Tired?” he chuckles, while you can only nod to him, your mind and body grow weary as if you had just gotten all of your energy sucked out of you. “That’s fine. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

As he takes you in his arms, your eyes flutter shut, and you sigh heavily as you take it all in. Feeling sated, you fall deeper into the dreamlike state you have been in. You breathe in the scent of sex mingling in the air one last time, and allow yourself to be wrapped in his warmth with his hard naked body pressing against you.

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CONFESSIONS

november 12th 2022 10:48pm

pairing: millie kim x code kunst, millie kim x aomg

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, smoking

description: millie and sungwoo finally acknowledged how they feel

word count: 1.4k

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“HONESTLY ITS AS IF I HAVE ANOTHER DAD sometimes” millie laughed loudly nodding her head sideways towards kiseok who just wrapped his arm around her shoulders squeezing her tightly. the others stood around the high table laughed with them, however, sungwoo could only smile. he watched millie and kiseok interact, the constant bumping shoulders or the small inside jokes they had. he couldn’t help but feel a pit of jealousy in his stomach.

sungwoo knew that the pair were not remotely romantically interested in each other which annoyed him even more that he was so jealous. millie and kiseok were joint at the hip at these sort of events ever since he signed the girl to aomg. she was alone in korea when she joined the hiphop agency with her family still living in canada, so kiseok took it upon himself to take of the young artist and make sure she was living well.

the venue they were currently at was slowly becoming more busy as the party began, the atmosphere becoming busy and hectic whereas before it was calm. sunghwa stood across from millie and next to sungwoo, who had noticed his friend looking like a lovesick puppy when he watched millie talk. she was a quiet person usually but when she was around company that she felt comfortable with, she could talk for days, which was another thing that code kunst attracted millie to him.

sunghwa and wonjae knew all about the little workplace romance that was blooming between the producer and rapper. millie had drunkenly confessed to sunghwa of her attraction to cokun and wonjae had to sit and listen to his friend complain about how they will always be stuck as friends. as much as the pair wanted to interfere and make the oblivious friends realise that they share the same feelings they were both apprehensive of meddling.

millie took a small sip of her drink, her eyes meeting sungwoo’s. her heart felt as if it skipped a beat which she tried to ignore. he quickly averted his eyes and her heart dropped but she did well to hide the disappointment. “i’m gonna get another drink,” she muttered towards kiseok, he smiled rubbing her back slightly before she walked away. sungwoo’s gaze was now back on her, this time he was the disappointed one.

sungwoo stood watching her sadly causing wonjae to scoff and nudge him with his elbow. “you gotta talk to her hyung, before she gets with someone else,” he muttered. sungwoo sighed, at war with himself on what to do.

after squeezing her way through the crowd she made it to the busy bar. she waited, tapping her fingers against the table to the beat of the music. however her attention was soon on a familiar face standing a few feet away from her. junhoe was standing, scrolling through his phone, her stomach twisted the sight of her her ex-boyfriend. he was the last person she wanted to see tonight, especially since sungwoo was here.

unfortunately for millie, junhoe noticed her and smiled before walking over to meet her at the bar. “hey millie, didn’t know you’d be here,” he said awkwardly. millie laughed a little, “yeah i’m here with some of the guys,” she replied nodding towards where she was previously standing. junhoe looked over seeing some of the aomg guys at the table and how code kunst was watching the pair carefully. “ah i see,” he muttered. there was an awkward pause, the old couple hadn’t seen each other since the breakup which is what mille wanted but now here he was.

the pair spoke for a few more minutes with junhoe even offering to pay for her drink once she had finally ordered but millie declined. the conversation was strained and millie found herself laughing awkwardly most of the time trying to ignore the suffocating feeling. “i’m gonna get some air for a few minutes,” she told him not letting him reply as she left to quickly to hear it, but his attention quickly moved to someone else thankfully.

she made her way through the drunk crowd towards the front door - grabbing her jacket on the way out, in need of some fresh air and a cigarette. she wasn’t a big smoker but after she had a few drinks or felt overwhelmed with stress she would usually have a few. it was bad habit that she had been trying to kick since she was a teen, but to no avail yet.

outside the bar was quiet thankfully, a little group stood to one side of the door all smoking and laughing together. millie stood on the other side leaning against the brick wall while she began to rummage through her bag for her own pack. unfortunately she only found her lighter, “fuck,” she muttered, before checking her jacket pockets, she looked towards the door debating whether just to go back inside. as she continued to search of her pack, a hand appeared in front her offering a cigarette.

millie stopped a few seconds after registering what it was, her gaze lifted from the ground to meet sungwoo’s. “thanks,” she mumbled taking the stick out of his hand and placing it in between her lips. cokunst leaned on the wall next to the shorter girl, a silence settling between them. she quickly lit her cigarette and took a long draw, before exhaling the thick smoke. sungwoo stole a quick glance of millie who was staring at the nights sky admiring the stars she could see.

“i thought you were quitting,” he finally spoke, millie hummed at his words taking another puff. “i remember using the word trying,” she murmured, tapping off the ash. the silence came back.

“done ignoring me now i take it?” millie asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but there was still a hard edge to her voice. the words came out before she had realised what she had actually said, the rapper was usually quite good at hiding her jealousy or annoyance towards code kunst but the tension between them was becoming increasingly more apparent. millie was sick of feeling like a lovesick teenager around sungwoo, constantly overthinking every little detail of their relationship.

sungwoo cleared his throat awkwardly, “i.. i wasn’t ignoring you,” he stuttered out. millie rolled her eyes in annoyance, finally turning to look directly at him. “you have sungwoo, every time i looked at you you’d look away or if i came up to you in there you’d find an excuse to leave, what have i done?” millie rambled angrily suddenly she was thankful that the group who was next to them had gone back inside a few minutes earlier leaving the pair alone. “i’ve been trying all night to talk to you, but you’ve been with that ass for the past half hour,” sungwoo argued back and millie scoffed loudly.

of course that was why sungwoo had all of a sudden decided to leave her alone. it angered the girl more that sungwoo thought she wanted to be talking to junhoe for the full night. that he hadn’t made the effort with her. sungwoo had watched the two exes together at the bar, laughing and to him looked like millie talking excitedly while junhoe grasped her hand. they looked very happy to see each other and sungwoo was jealous to put it plainly. “so what? we we’re catching up. it’s what people do,” she exclaimed. sungwoo’s gaze hardened as the argument became more heated between the two.

“sorry for not wanting to interrupt you with someone you clearly still like,” he huffed pushing himself off the wall. millie scoffed in disbelief watching the taller guy with her eyebrows furrowed, muttering “you’ve got to be kidding me,” to herself. she stomped out the end on her cigarette with her boots, taking a moment to reply. without thinking her words left her mouth quickly. “i don’t fucking like him like that anymore we ended it… it’s you i fucking like,” suddenly it went very quiet between the pair. the only noise that could be heard was the loud music coming from the bar.

the tension could be cut by a knife as the pair stared into each others eyes, millie breathing heavily after her sudden confession. “please just say something,” she said just above a whisper, feeling like she could cry at any moment. instead of replying, sungwoo cupped her face and brought her in for a deep kiss. startled by the kiss, it took millie a second to register what was happening but soon relaxed. her eyes fluttered shut, her arms hanging around sungwoo’s neck.

sungwoo grasped her waist gently while they moved in sync. millie pulled away, smiling to herself as she tried to hide her face in his chest. “i like you too by the way,” he murmured softly.

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In love with my best friend💗 - PH-1 chapter 7

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/violence/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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2 weeks went by and today is the day that we are able to finally see each other again, because it is the day our our trip to Ibiza. I'm super thrilled for this trip because I haven't been abroad in such a long time and all of my trips have been with my family only, so going on this trip with friends only, is so exciting to me.

- "Hello?"

- "Hey Y/N, I've searched for you all around the airport but I cant find you. Where are you?" Harry says with a worried voice.

- "Chill Harry, I told you I was in the Starbucks. You even told me to get you drink remember? Why are you so worried and jumpy. Is everything okay?

- "You know what? I'm sorry for being anxiou- ah,  I see you. Let me hang up."

As I see Harry walk towards me, my eyes widened, my mouth fell to the ground. My heart started to beat really fast.

- "HARRY, ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?" I say as I hold his face, examining the bruise and scratches on his face.

Harry took my hands and put them down from his face. When he looked at me, I saw that he had fear and anger gleaming in his eyes. That's when I knew that this had something to do with Kimberly.

- "Kimberly, she did this to you didn't she? answer me now Harry. She did this to you didn't she?" I say with fury in my voice.

- "She's fucking crazy. I didn't tell you about this because I didn't want to see you like this. I didn't want to worry you."

- "What did she do?"

- "Kimberly is still living in my dorm."

- "WHAT? HARRY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I say with disappointment in my voice. I cant believe that Harry is still with that girl. I really don't know how to feel right now.

- "She wouldn't leave Y/N. The only time that we would talk is if we're arguing. I haven't slept in the same bed as her since the day I found out about her other boyfriend. She's just lingering around me and I hate it. I hate the sight of her." He says with a voice full of anger and hurt.

- "Okay, but how did you end up like this?"

- "She heard about our trip. She refused that I leave this country with you, so she did everything that she could. She threw my biology books at me and scratched my face so that I would be afraid to leave the house with a bruised face. She thought that having a battered face would stop me from being with you. She said if she cant be with me, then  nobody else can. I'm not the type to put my hands on anyone, so I didn't."

- "But Harry, why didn't you tell me? I would have been there for you"

- "I didn't tell you because it could have been dangerous for you. Kimberly really hates you and thinks that our breakup is your fault. Not to mention, it wouldn't be fair for me to ruin your mood because you have a lot on your plate. You have school, a job and your side hustle. This isn't fair to you"

- "Its not fair for me but its fair for you to get assaulted like this? Let's cancel this trip. I need to go to her. I'm going to deal with her. How dare she?" I say as I become irate, ready to leave the Starbucks.

- "Y/N, no. were already at the airport and our friends are going to be here soon, Tim just texted me. Besides, I'm looking forward for this trip because I wont be able to see Kimberly for the time being, a week of peace, quiet and fun. And most importantly, I'm looking forward to spending my time with you. Its okay Y/N, I know what I'm doing when it comes to Kimberly."

When he said that he was looking forward to spending time with me, I felt some type of way. He probably didn't mean it like that, but he made my heart flutter when he said that.

- "Fine. Do what you want" I say as I roll my eyes. out of nowhere, harry bends down to the level of my face, and slightly comes close to my face. Harry chuckles

-"Whoah!" I say as I'm shocked by how close we were from each other. My poor heart.....

- " Y/N?"

- "Uh y-yes? " I answered hesitantly and confused.

- " Do you trust me?" he says with a hopeful smile on his face, almost like he has it all planned it out.

- "I trust you" I respond with a smile spread across my face.

- "Good, now let's go and find the others. Come on!" Harry says with a slight chuckle and smile on his face.

a few moments later.

We finally met up with our friends it was so overwhelming since we haven't seen each other in a very long time. but super exciting and fun because we had really missed being in each other's presence. Andrea was there, she used to be my best friend but we fell out because she used to talk about me behind her back. She always seemed like I was her competition. anyways, It's a trip that was designed for us to have fun, so I ignored all the petty stuff she did to me and I greeted her since I didn't want it to be awkward between us.

It was finally time to board our plane and because Harry and I had booked our plane tickets together, we ended up getting seats that were close to each other. Whilst being on the plane, sitting next to Harry, I was still upset with what had happened to him. I was trying to ignore it but I felt guilty for wanting to have fun, even though Harry was clearly traumatised from what had occurred the previous night and on top of that, I was also worried that Andrea would do something petty to me on this trip. I was really tired from waking up early but I couldn't sleep because I was just I kept thinking about what Harry must have felt when Kimberly was violent towards him, so I just decided to look out the window, to distract myself. Then all of a sudden, I felt a weight on my shoulder, It was Harry's head on my shoulder.

He looked at me and said "Y/N, stop stressing and enjoy the trip. Okay? everything will be okay. Now sleep, I know how tired you are." with a smile on his face and then he closed his eyes to sleep, and so did I.

We finally land, and all of our friends are making fun of Harry and I because apparently we were holding each other whilst we slept. They kept saying that we kept this it a secret that we were a couple. I was so confused and in denial that Harry and I were holding each other in our sleep until kept saying that we were a couple, I was in denial because I didn't realise that we even did that in our sleep so i asked them if they had proof and they did, they took a picture of us whilst we were sleeping, we were really cuddling and holding hands. I felt like disappearing because it was so embarrassing, but Harry took it well and asked them to send the picture to him because he finds it "cute". I wanted to vomit, I was so red from the embarrassment but played it cool by laughing and as I was about to change the topic of the conversation but I got cut off.

- "You're all so excited about this like they're an actual couple. Harry actually has a girlfriend and her name is Kimberly." she scoffs.

- "Sorry, but you know Kimberly how?" Harry says defensively with a curious but angry face.

- "Oh my Gosh,Harry. Why are you so defensive?” Andrea laughs. "Well, she's a friend of a friend since you want to know so bad. Thats how I know her. Is it so wrong that i know her? is it a crime that I know her?"

- "It's not wrong to know her. I just wanted to know how you know her because she's not from where we grew up. So please stop trying to put words in my mouth Andrea. We're here for a good time, fix your attitude before you ruin the trip for us all." he says whilst trying to calm himself down.

- "Woah guys calm down. please. Harry, its okay. Ignore her please." I say whilst worried, because I can tell that Kimberly's name has become triggering to him.

- "Andrea back again with the bad vibes. Who invited you again?" Jake laughs, whilst slightly being irritated by Andrea. Jenica pulls Andrea away as she's the one that invited her.

- "Don't make me regret inviting you Andrea. Nobody wanted you here but I convinced everyone to bring you here because it's not nice to leave people out. Please don't ruin it for us, we haven't seen everyone in a long ass time. So keep your shit together"

- "DAMN, JENICA!" Louis shouts whilst laughing at Andrea and Jenica.

- "she's going to cause problems throughout this whole trip, isn't she?" Harry asks me.

- "ugh...yup" I replied in annoyance.

What will happen on their trip? stay tuned for the next chapter.

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[rottingsseuregi]

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[goeatsomelife]

don’t call me lover | CHRISTIAN YU (DPR IAN)

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Warnings: angst, little makeout at the end (PLEASE, SEND ME FLUFF OR SMUT REQUEST, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING ANGST)

Pairing: Christian Yu ( DPR Ian) x Reader

Summary: Best friends Christian and Y/N keep breaking up with their partners ones realizing that they were wrong about who they were looking for in the first place

"And her too?" You asked exhaling tiredly, looking into his eyes with furrowed brows. You were wondering honestly why he was ending every relationship so fast? "She was decent, I guess, at least, better than the previous one" you shrugged chuckling a little bit trying to ease an atmosphere between you. Afterward, you realized it could hurt him in this stage. Instead of an answer he just glanced at you with a sad smirk, if you can call it that, and returned his gaze to his fingers, that was nervously picking on his skin, his dark locks hiding his face. At first, you thought it was just an act of sorrow because of his breakup, but you didn't know it was the result of different thoughts in his head.

You sat there in silence. "How it's going on with Nick?" His voice cracked. You were surprised by this question, realizing, that now you finally need to tell him about your own breakup. He was your best friend, you just can't lie to him especially in this situation. 

"Not good. Actually..." You started only to be interrupted by Christian. "You broke up". Again, shock prominent on your face. "h-how do you know?". 

"This asshole graced me with a privilege to know it". 

"Seriously? God. Why is that? You never were close." You demanded answers trying to find Christian eyes. It was strange. "He thinks it's me the reason why you broke up. He kindly let me know about it," he said, brushing his hand through his hair. "What do you think?" 

"I think it's bullshit. He's just an asshole that's it. You're my best friend, and nothing will change it" you said sensing a sudden tension in the air between you. He was still hiding his face, which annoyed you as hell. 

"It will change" his words cut through you like a dagger. "W-what?" Your eyes finally met with his creating a strong connection. Sweat broke through the pores on your palms. 

"He is right" another hit. Now every cell of your body tensed. You couldn't even direct this conversation into a joke. It wasn't funny, even though you were always reacting with jokes in similar situations.

Where is he going with this? He can't just end 6 years of your friendship. You can work this out, your friendship just can't be the cause of all of the break-ups. It's just...unfair. 

"I am the reason of your breakups.You are the reason of my. That’s why it's all happening. I've broken the hearts of so many girls because of you. I thought they are wrong. I thought" he stopped, looking straight into your eyes. His gaze was hard, almost overwhelming. You couldn't say anything, paralyzed by the fear of ending things. 

"Why are you saying this?" You finally found the strength to say something, your voice stuck in your throat. Your lips quivering, trying to block the tears out of streaming from your eyes. 

"Hey" Christian took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. His palms warm and rough, only making it even harder. Why is he doing this? His fingers trailed up your hand leaving goosebumps on your skin, his gaze dazed. 

"Stop it" you moved your hand. "Look, just go. If you really think I am the reason all of your stupid girls left you - go ahead. Just wipe out all of the years of our friendship" the bubble just popped. You couldn't stand it anymore. If he wants it, he will get it. Maybe your love life will get better too. Maybe, he is right and it will be better for both of you. In response to your outburst you just heard a rich laugh, that one you love the most. The one laugh that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took your wrist to pull you harshly into his embrace, his sweatshirt cladded hands wrapping around you. 

"What the hell?" He just kept holding you and chuckling, making you even angrier. That's all just a joke to him. 

"You are so stubborn and dorky," he said, pulling you back to see your face. It was flushed with red, hair an absolute mess, confusion prominent. His eyes were glistering. He took your face in his palms getting even closer, only inches between your faces. You gulped, confused about this strange behavior. You knew him very well, but now his behavior was absolutely crazy. 

"It's you, all of that time it was you" he chuckled again leaning even closer, his plump wet lips grazed yours. You could just move away but you stayed, savoring the last moment together...or not last? 

"What do you mean?" You just couldn't stand the silence that was tearing you apart. You can feel his breath on your skin. The corner of his mouth raised up, catching your attention. It was only a distraction to connect your lips in a kiss. His lips finally touched yours. Your breath stuck in your throat until you realize you could breathe with your nose. He moved back letting you breathe and calm down, your chest was rising and falling fast, hands shaking. 

"I can't love anyone else. Only because my heart beats for you" he whispered calmly, nibbling your upper lip with his. Your vision blurred in rapture. Without holding your emotions you eagerly climbed on his lap wrapping your hands around him. You squeezed him connecting your lips again with his in a heated kiss, now fully opening for him to discover new horizons of your body. You never allowed it in your relationship and now you fully reunited. Nick actually was right, thanks to him. That's the reason that was behind all of your relationships. And you were never so happy to accept defeat.

[edealbm]

Lost & Found

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

Introduction..

it was in the rain. The moment I first liked you. I think? We were drenched. I laughed. Whole-heartedly. Probably for the first time. I looked at you. I saw you. I felt you. You were meters away from me but I felt your warmth in the deepest parts of me. You touched me without touching me. It wasn't much to you that day.. It was everything to me. The colors became brighter. My heart beat louder. My soul happier. I was changed. Deep in my soul. It was just a date to you. It was day 1 of the greatest love of my life, to me. -

Losing you was probably one of the hardest things, I've ever went through. I was so lost, so in pain. Feeling like a failure. I wasn't enough on every scale. But mostly on the one that lead to your heart. I hated what I had become. Lost myself to become more to you. Forgot who I was. I was yours and that was enough to me. Losing you was a blessing. I was left with myself. That, on it's own  is the greatest gift you've ever given to me. Leaving me to myself. Leaving me to grow on my own, was the joy of my existence. I found myself. I fell for myself. I am amazing. Honestly, truly, incredible. I am now finally grateful that we loved and hated each other. Because I met the love of my life and it was there all along. It was me. So thank you. Thank you so much for leaving me.-

You know what sucks with love? Expectations. They always come. When you care, you dream, you wish, you aspire. Then reality hits you. They will never measure up. They could never. They should never. It was a fucking hard pill to swallow. Loving you as you are. To no longer be ambitious about us, about you. To keep my fantasies to myself. That sucked. You had been the best I've ever had. And the hardest part of it all, wasn't losing you. It was losing the hope. -

Loving you was easy you know. Just like dancing. Doing a two-step move. You were the groove I was dancing too. The song that captured my heart. I remember humming to  the beat of your heart. Swinging to the sounds of our ragged breaths. Playing chords on the softness of your body. My favorite melody? The sound of your heart speeding up whenever I kissed you. My favorite song to dance to. Loving you felt like being captured by the first chords of a  bass line. That makes you want to get up and dance slowly. That makes you want to get closer. Loving you was slow, lyrical, musical, soft and all of the things I wanted it to be and more. Falling for you was like loving music and being reminded of why. Loving you was just as necessary as art to me. -

When I go home, I look around. Trees. Grass. Wind. They don't feel like you. That's when I realised that wherever you are, is where home is to me. That's when I was scared for the first time. When I realised all there was to lose, in losing you. -

No you don't. You don't have the right to show up here, after all this time, and think that just because you've finally figured yourself out, you can get me back in a heartbeat. It's not fair. I deserve better than that. I cared about you so much and I did my best to support you. But if you are not ready for commitment, for me, then stop wasting yours and my time only to confuse me. It's not fair. After everything we've been through, we both know I deserve better than that.

I know and I want to give that to you.-

Two people. One city. Life has put them through things they never expected. Is there such a thing as soulmates? Is it a dream or a myth, we tell ourselves to keep going through the hard pace of life? Or it is a reality we are all too scared to face? Meeting a reflection of yourself in an other human-being? ...Terrifying yet so enticing...

[thousandyearsorsmth]

Masterlist (updated 02.02.2020)

Twilight

Series

Full Moon

One shots

The Originals

Series

One Shots

Harry Potter

Series

One Shots

The Vampire Diaries

Series

One Shots

Marvel Cinematic Universe 

Series

One Shots

[waitinginthedarke]

The Hammock

Summary: Your adventures with Jay Park and a Hammock

‘Babe? Are you home?’ 

You’d been waiting for that voice all day. 

Ever since you’d woken up that morning to see that he wasn’t laid next to you in bed, having already got up, had a shower, and left for work, you’d been craving the sound of his scratchy, tenor pitch tone. When you’d rolled over to grab your phone from the dresser and checked it for messages, you’d found his usual morning greeting staring back at you; a selfie sent on snow, of him with puffed cheeks and widened eyes, today appearing to be a human peach, which was a great improvement on the day before when he’d scared you with a terrifying clown filter.

But after a day of hectic schedules and meetings that didn’t interest you in the slightest, yet demanded your presence, the sound of him kicking off his shoes and slipping into his monster foot slippers, humming as he drops his bag beside the entry way before making his way to raid the fridge, has you smiling happily as you’re pulled out of the reaches of sleep just as it was about to catch up to you.

‘I’m in the usual place.’ you call out tiredly, stretching your eyes wide to try and keep yourself awake as you feel yourself sinking into the cushion filled hammock Jay had set up in his snug a few months before. He’d used the excuse that you were ‘always falling asleep on him when he was trying to show you his music’ in order to construct the cozy, delightfully warm hanging, saying it was easier to just climb into it with you than to carry you back to bed after he’d finished his work. But more often than not, you’d found yourself making your way sleepily to the hammock in his snug instead of your own bedroom after a long day, enjoying how it felt like sleeping on clouds, and how, because he spent so much time there, the room smelt more like him than your actual bedroom, the scent comforting you as you’d fallen asleep.

‘Hammock?...again?’ 

His voice appearing in the doorway makes you realize you’d almost fallen asleep again, and you scrunch your eyes in playful irritation as you hear him chuckle at you, the sounds of crunching and chewing speeding up the time it takes for you to open your eyes as your stomach growls eagerly for food.

‘What are you eating?’ you mumble.

‘Yah! Where’s the ‘my handsome boyfriend, i’m so happy you’re finally home! How has your day been? I’ve missed you all day’-’

You raise an eyebrow at him mocking you, waiting for him to finish and smirking when you catch his eye, causing him to trail off with a sheepish smirk, before pushing himself off of the door frame and walking over to you.

‘Hey!’ you whine, when he suddenly drops himself into the hammock with you, making it swing wildly for a moment and causing you to squeal quietly in your surprise, until you fall into him in your quest to find out what chips he had, the two of you chuckling and laughing as you continue to wobble and shuffle, until you’d come to lie beside him, both at an awkward angle, but finally comfortable as he slips his arm around your shoulders.

‘Ahh man! You didn’t even pick up a good flavour.’ you whine when you catch sight of the chip packet label and you smell the bag, wrinkling your nose in distaste, but snatching a chip from the packet anyway and shoving it into your mouth before he could steal it back from you, giggling when you catch sight of the scowl he sends your way.

‘Hey! If you’re going to complain at my choice of food, you can always go and get your own! No-one’s stopping you!’ he argues, smirking smugly to himself, and because he’d teased you so much you’re quick to shove the packet into his face, laughing wickedly at his look of surprise, before scrambling to get out of the hammock when he turns his narrowed eyes on you.

You squeal and cry out playfully when he grabs your hips, batting at his hands as you try to get away, and finding yourself getting twisted in the fabric of the hammock when you think you’d made it to safety, dropping unceremoniously to the floor as your feet fail to make contact with a stable surface and groaning when your knees crash dully to the hard ground.

When you hear his proud chuckle the urge to smack him rises quickly within you. But its just as you go to voice your complaint that he’s suddenly rolling out of the hammock towards you, dropping down beside you on the floor, and turning his head to look at you with a smug smile, his lips pulling back from his gums as his black hair flops in tousled mess above him.

‘Jagi...im horny.’

Its the bold way in which he makes his statement that causes you to scoff, the sound getting cut off when not even a second later he’d moved quickly to hover over you, his thump of his knees either side of your hips, and his hands either side of your head surprising you a little, yet also causing adrenaline to flood your veins in the most pleasant way as you stare up into his eyes that were full of excitement.

‘I’m serious, Jagi...lets fool around...’

The smirk he flashes you before he presses his lips to yours was the first breaking point for you; Jay knowing the look always had you weak kneed for him. 

But its when he smooths his hands down your torso, his fingers stretching over your body languidly until his palms spread against your hips, and the heels of his hands slowly stroke toward your core, that you know you’re not going to be ending that night without him getting what he wanted...

Not that you minded in the slightest.

‘Not the floor though, its too uncomfortable,’ you murmur around the kiss, experiencing an inner turmoil as you grab at his shoulders to pull him closer, whilst also wanting to move somewhere else so that you could really enjoy him, his hot breaths huffing from his nose across your face making tingles riot between your legs.

‘Sure thing, babe.’ he whispers, suddenly wrapping your legs around his waist, and you immediately get the hint, locking your thighs tightly around him as he picks you up, struggling to keep you close enough to not break the kiss, but you make sure to knot your arms around his neck so that you could continue crashing your lips to his, feeling the craving for him that usually awoke when he suggested sex rise within you rapidly, and the ferocity in your actions instantly increases as your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders.

‘mmmfph, no...I need you now.’ he huffs as soon as he takes a step in the direction of the door and he cottons onto your need for him, his comment confusing you as you go to argue that the bed would be the best place, before he’s suddenly letting go of you, and you yelp as you drop down, expecting to hit the floor, but instead finding yourself dropping into the soft...comfortable confines...

...of the hammock.

‘We cant do it here.’ you argue immediately, making to try and get back up despite your semi-folded position in the hammock making it almost impossible, but you’re stopped anyway as soon as you look up to see him removing his tshirt, his bronze skin glowing back at you as soon as its uncovered and captivating you with its beauty.

‘Why not? You love the hammock...and its got to have more than one use right?’ he grins devilishly, leaning back over you, straddling the hammock as he reconnects your lips, and despite knowing it wasn’t going to turn out well, you find your argument being dragged away as his tongue sweeps it out of your mouth.

‘Fuck. Its real bad, baby. I need to fuck you...now.’ he pants, his hands already having roamed under your tshirt to find your breasts, and you breathe harshly as his mouth moves to your neck and he roles and tweaks your nipples between his fingers, grip tightening and pulling with the more needy he got for you, and you keen quietly into his mouth, the sound enticing him enough to have his hips rocking forcefully into yours despite the barrier of your clothes.

‘Damnit, why are we still dressed.’ he mutters, retracting his hands from you momentarily, which leaves you to whine in frustration, but after a second of him hopping off of the hammock to strip himself down, he almost instantly turns back to you and pulls you so that you were laid sideways, eyes flashing with mischief as his fingers immediately curl in the waist band of your lounge shorts. 

‘I need you so bad, Jay.’

They were the words that always got him moving faster, tempting the devil in him which couldn’t help but roar excitedly at the offering before him, and so in less time than should be imaginable, you’re stripped of your clothes, and are left butt-naked on the hammock in front of him, just as he leans over you once more.

‘Damn, im so lucky you’re mine. ...You’re so fucking hot...beautiful...delicious...’ he whispers raggedly between kisses that slowly trail from your mouth to one of your breasts, the feeling of his teeth teasing your nipple causing you to gasp, but its not until you feel his fingers suddenly drift through your moist folds that were aching readily for him, that you moan needily into the quiet of the room which before had only been disturbed by your heavy panting.

‘Fuck...thats my favourite sound.’ he growls against your breast, the feeling causing your whole body to tremble in want as your hands clasp desperately at his neck and shoulders, the words to beg him to go further on the tip of your tongue, but not managing to leave you as you get lost in the sensation of his mouth suckling almost harshly at your nipple, and his fingers sliding from the tantalizing patterns they’d been tracing around your clit, to sink into you knuckle deep.

‘Fuuuuck...’ you moan, the word getting cut off as the air gets caught in your throat at the unbelievably delicious feeling of being able to tighten around him, although even coupled with the way he moves his mouth from your breast to bite possessively at a patch of skin just below your jaw as he begins to curl the digits within you, you already knew you wanted...you needed...more of him.

‘Do you know how jealous the other guys got when they met you for the first time and saw how hot you were?’ he pants against your neck between kisses, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of you as you spread your thighs as wide as you could for him, the hammock beginning to swing the tiniest bit in time with his movements and causing his breath to skim over your skin as he leans up a little to look down at you as he goes on, eyes pitch black with lust.

‘They’re always going on about how hot they think you’d look during sex, but i only ever laugh at them, because they have no idea....’ he states, his free hand now groping your breast obscenely as you writhe at his touch, pulling his head down to you desperately so that you could crash your mouth against his, sloppily kissing him and biting his lip in the process, which ends up exciting him even more than he already was, and causing him to withdraw his fingers from you just as you felt the stirrings of your high ignite within you.

‘No-Jay-’ you go to protest, just before you open your eyes where you’d shut them in your deliriousness, to see him stroking himself as he looks down at you devilishly, eyes raking your body till his gaze comes to a stop on your core.

‘You’ve had your fun baby girl...now let me have mine.’ he growls, glancing up at you darkly, before positioning himself correctly, and using the hammock to slowly slide himself into you, the sigh of fullness you let out sounding obscene in your ears, but its quickly swallowed by his own as it echoes around the room.

‘Fuck. ...how do you always feel like fucking heaven?!’ he moans, curling over you momentarily, his hands resting on the wall above you as he appears to get lost in the feel of you wrapped tightly around him, and you cant help but clench yourself teasingly as you watch his face through your light-headed happiness, smirking when his eyes snap open to look down at you and see the way you were teasing him.

‘If you weren’t so damn adorable I’d fuck you into next week.’ he mutters, as his hips rock quickly in repayment for your teasing, dragging a moan of want from you at the friction it brought, before his own smirk has you pulling his head back down to you so that you could lock your mouths together, your legs wrapping around his waist, and your heels digging into his back encouraging him to begin moving...

...and thats when you realized the true worth of the hammock.

Each rock of his hips is followed by a gentle swing of the hanging, which allows him to easily speed up the pace, the rhythm being tricky to get right at first, but after a few moments of you whining when he pulls away from the kiss to get his stance right, and a few practice thrusts, you’re tumbling into another realm of ecstasy as your grip pulses on him, desperately trying to hold onto him whilst you float away on a cloud of lust.

‘Ooh fUck, babe...you gotta warn me before-’

Your loud moan of his name cuts off any complaint he was about to make as you clench around him, your walls spasming happily as you pant harshly with the orgasm that rushes over you, causing stars to crowd your vision, and air to struggle its way into your lungs, your nails sinking into his shoulders desperately seeking purchase to stop you from getting taken away on the tide of your high.

‘I could-n’t...I its-’ you try to explain the overwhelming high of your orgasm, tripping over the words as he continues to thrust aggressively into you, the hammock beginning to rock wildly with his movements, until you feel your first high rush into the next and you accidentally whine so harshly at the sensation that the sound slips into a scream as you feel his shoulders bunch under your touch and his hips snap purposefully against yours as he begins to spill into you, the hand that had moved to hold your thigh being painfully tight, but not being able to filter in through the sounds of groans of satisfaction and pants seeking air desperately to rake into your overwhelmed lungs. Your chest continues to heave with the effort of coming down from your high, and your vision is so blurred that you barely see the way he slides out of you, instinctively responding to the feel of his lips suddenly on yours as he leans down to connect your mouths in a lazy kiss, before suddenly the hammock is once again swinging wildly as he collapses down into it next to you.

You smile languidly as he throws a leg over yours, the feel of the moisture beginning to coat in between your thighs making you feel slightly grim, but you’re too tired to move right then, even though you knew he’d be pissed if you ended up staining the hammock- although technically, it was his fault anyway.

‘I’ve achieved the dream;....do a whole day of hard work, and then come home to have sex with a beautiful, hot-as-fuck girl that is yours...’ he mutters sleepily next to your ear, his words making you snicker as you tiredly shuffle slightly so that you could turn onto your side, allowing him to curl around you, and his arm snaking around your waist as he sighs happily and presses a kiss into your shoulder has the all too familiar butterflies that he conjured in you battering at your insides.

‘I love you, Babe.’ he murmurs quietly, fingers drawing small circles against your skin, and you cant help happily laying your arm over his and interlinking your fingers as you murmur those same three words back at him, both of your minds thinking the same thing as you finally slip into the clutches of sleep.

You couldn’t wait to use the Hammock again.

THE END

[khhunniewriting]

Loving Who...?

Confessing to a drunk Bloo.

This wasn’t the first time you were drinking with Bloo.

It wasn’t the second or the third.

So why now?

No matter how many drinks you had in you, the thought of letting Bloo know how you felt paralyzed you with fear. Until now you had always kept those feelings in check.

But...

Tonight there was something irresistible about his cute smile that paired well with the hazy look in his eyes. He was drunkenly rambling on and on about the school boy crush Nafla had on a popular actress.

“He’s so cute,” Bloo cooed about his red-headed friend.

“I don’t think Nafla would appreciate you telling me about his crush.”

“It’s not really a secret.” At this point Nafla had told pretty much everyone. The only difference was how casually he admitted to it compared to how Bloo described Nafla’s private thoughts.

When you realized this would be the perfect moment to bring up your own feelings you unconsciously seized the moment. Your mouth moving faster than your brain to calculate the damage.

“What about you... any secret crushes?”

Bloo nearly choked on the amber liquid that was running down his throat. His Adam’s apple seizing mid-drink giving away his position on the matter.

He obviously had one, you couldn’t help but giggle seeing the flustered bad boy. Wondering if they were in any way, shape, or form similar to you seized your giddy laughter. “We all have crushes...” Instead you grew bold to stop the negative thoughts from conjuring up some imaginary ideal girlfriend for him.

“I have a crush, actually it’s more than just a crush.” Your eyes stopped when they met his. “I'm pretty sure I love him.”

The way you looked at him gave Bloo ideas. Your eyes had successfully transmitted the message. It was him, you loved him. Before he could say anything you went ahead and spelled it out for him.

“I love you Bloo.”

“What?” Bloo starred attentively towards you, his head slightly tilted to the side looking like a confused toddler who had just been given an impossible task they couldn’t begin to comprehend. His eye lids had begun to weigh down on him a moment ago but now he had no trouble staring at you in bewilderment.

You took a deep breath preparing to repeat your lame, yet incredibly embarrassing, confession. “I said...I love you.”

“Sh*t-” Bloo hid his face in the palms of his hands trying to compose himself and failing completely at it. His whole face was tinted in a warmth of red. He remained this way for a few seconds wondering if it was really happening or if it had been his drunk delusion hearing what he wanted to hear. When he finally felt ready he lowered his hands to reveal a sheepish smile, “I love you too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh now that you got your answer. All the anxiety that you had harbored along with your feelings was finally released in the form of muffled giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Everything...” 

There was a slight pause, the two of you sitting in complete silence before you were able to continue voicing your uninhibited thoughts.

“Who confesses when they’re drunk?”

“Us apparently.” 

The question itself was pretty sobering.

Bloo began to worry he wouldn’t remember this the next day. That you would pretend like nothing happened or blame the alcohol. He didn’t want to lose his chance at dating the person he had been admiring for so long.

“You better not forget this,” he warned.

“You too...” But you wouldn’t warn him verbally. You would assure yourself that he wouldn’t forget. Digging through your purse you took your lipstick out and asked for his hand.

Bloo stared intently as you wrote your name on the back of his hand followed by a heart. You didn’t know if it was smudge proof but at the moment you weren’t thinking about the specifics only the endgame.

“There... when you wake up tomorrow make sure to call me when you see this.”

His lips curled up in a bashful smile thinking it was cute of you to mark him this way. He had noticed your tendency to mark all your belongings with your name or some sort of personal charm. Previously he had called you out for the low-key possessive trait.

With this it seemed he had become yours and he couldn’t be happier.

But... he wondered if it would be enough for him to remember. 

The next day Bloo woke up around noon feeling only a slight discomfort when faced with the brightness of the sun invading his room. His head wasn’t hurting too much which meant he hadn’t gone completely overboard. There were no signs of cuts or bruises so overall he figured it was just another day.

He sat up, reaching for his phone until his eye caught a glimpse of the smudged lipstick on the back of his hand. His eyes focused, trying to make out the letters. One or two were in tact and so was the heart since you had completely filled it in. 

The longer he stared at it the clearer his memory became. 

He recalled the words that had slipped out of his Henny-coated lips...“I love you too.”

He fell back, lying back down in bed to hide his blushing face with the covers he had just removed. Although he wanted to think back and recall exactly how it had all gone down he was far too embarrassed by his hasty admission of love.

At this point he didn’t think he could face you. But, he definitely wanted to do more than just tell you he loved you.

-end-

A/N: Just some practice fluff for your rusty writer ^^ My favorite manga website is down so I came to write and relieve my anxiety. 

[iwillsearchtheuniverse4u]

See You In My Dreams, Stranger

Sik-k smut | khh smut

Warnings: SMUT! ORAL! (f and m receiving) PUBLIC? (not really tho)

Preview: Meeting a stranger on my night walk down the river turns out to be one of the best nights of my life.

It was one of those restless nights that I’ve been dreading ever since I started attending university. I couldn’t sleep, the thought of not knowing where my life is headed keeping me awake every single night. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t brush my teeth or remember to drink water, I just felt like existence was so utterly useless when all my dreams have been swept under a rug somewhere because I was too afraid to act upon them. I’d been dreaming of becoming a translator but all the odds of the world were against me so I chose some apparently more ‘useful’ business degree that I hated with all that I had in me. Because of my perfectionism I had been attending all of my online classes and excelling at them but I felt empty, I felt like I had been contributing to everything I hated the most in this society. At the same time I was just too afraid to change my major because I felt like I had to do something impressive to the outside world, something that would make people respect me.

Just another night of endless tossing and turning, tears streaming down my face, wondering if life does ever get better than this. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, took a few steps towards the light switch in the corner of my one room apartment and pressed it. The cheap yellow light bulb lit up the room. The floor next to my mattress was covered in books I was trying to study from and my notes covered in smudged ink. I had a bad habit of crying while studying, sleeping, listening to music and showering, every activity that demanded me to be alone in my little space that had never really felt like home at all. Not much else was in that room apart from a small refrigerator, a microwave oven, my mattress, a closet and a wooden bookshelf. I also had a tiny bathroom that always smelled a bit moldy if I forgot to spray the air freshener three times a day.

I decided to go for a walk along the river as it became clear I wasn’t getting a second of sleep in that night. I hastily put on my black leggings and a hoodie with my high school’s logo on it. I desperately needed to get away from my own thoughts so I grabbed my phone and my earphones that were tied into little knots as always. I couldn’t afford the wireless ones because my scholarship was kept safe in my bank account where I was saving every last cent just in case I decided to drop out and go move to...run away to a foreign country where my name sounds like a whisper of the distant wind. As I was locking my door I heard one of the neighbors flush their toilets. Most of them were students like me or people living on part-time jobs, I never really met any of them, they were just familiar faces I would probably forget in a year after moving out.

The streets were quiet, only the sounds of air conditioners and an occasional motorbike or a car passing by me. I checked my phone to see the time, the picture of my favourite singer’s face lighting up my screen: 3.30am. Of course other parts of the city were probably very much alive at this time of the night but my area was populated only by grocery stores, cafes and libraries, not a single club in sight. The only lights I could see where streetlights and some LED signs. I headed towards the river trying to untie my headphones. I put them in my ears and decided to lose myself in the beats of one of those hyped-up rap songs. I put the volume up just so it was a bit uncomfortable and let my ears adjust to the blasting music.

I finally reached the riverside and started walking along the flow of the water. I couldn’t hear it but it still resonated with my mind better than the rustling sound of the city. There was a road along the river that ended somewhere within the green forest because the are was populated with some important bird species that I could never remember the name of. I sat on the bench at the beginning of that forest, my mind still dissolved in the loud beats coming out of my earphones. Even though my ears were covered with a thick layer of my long brown hair I was sure the music could be heard by anyone standing within a 1 meter ratio. I didn't mind, it was 4 am, people were either asleep or sloppily making out in a club somewhere far away. Thinking about the things I was missing out on started to become louder than the music and I let my tears fall. I was overworked, overwhelmed and empty, I couldn't keep it in. Not that I ever tried. I had never been good at hiding my emotions.

Looking at the night view of the city on the other side reflecting on the surface of the river, getting lost in my thoughts, I felt the bench move ever so slightly under my body. I looked to the side and almost fainted at the sight of a dark shadow sitting beside me. My heart started beating and I stood up to leave in case it was a stranger trying to talk to me in the middle of the night. As I took my first step away from the bench the person lightly touched the fabric of my sleeve. I looked back at him. I was certain it was a man judging by his broad shoulders and a black cap on his head. I removed my headphones, my heart still beating as if I had been running for the last 3 hours. "Excuse me. I wasn't trying to bother you or anything. I just like to look at the city at night when my head gets all crowded and I can't think straight. Don't go just because of me." His voice was deep and raspy but had an elegant tone to it, it felt  calm but distant as if he had been lost in thought. He was looking at me and the lights of the city were playfully jumping around in his eyes but his expression was the complete opposite. He seemed broken. I couldn’t let myself leave him, partly because he seemed significantly depressed and partly because he was astonishingly beautiful. My feet were unable to move, I stood there for a moment contemplating my options but my gut feeling sat me down next to him.

As we were sitting, each on one side of the bench, looking at the sparkly surface of the river my heart calmed down and minutes passed, none of us speaking, just the sound of the river mixed with my music flowing through the night air. "You were crying." He stated with a regretful tone, almost whispering. My cheeks flushed with warmth, I looked at his profile, him still staring at the waves. "I just thought I was alo-" "Don't. Feelings aren't something to be ashamed of. They're just as much a part of you as your legs and arms are. If people feel burdened it's usually their problem because they've never been faced by their own emotions. They just don't know how to act and feel uncomfortable." He talked slowly and didn't bother looking at me. It felt like his words were directed at the universe or at himself just at the general direction he was speaking, he looked so lost. I didn't notice I was staring until he looked at my eyes and smiled. It was one of those crooked smiles, filled with a certain type of worry I couldn't identify. "You can tell me why you were crying. I probably won't remember tomorrow anyway. I can lend you my ears for tonight, maybe I'll forget all about my own problems." His gaze moved back to the view as he sat back and crossed his arms on his chest. At that moment I felt like telling him every little thing about my life. It had been so long since I had anyone who would just listen without the constant urge to solve my problems but just LISTEN. I stopped myself. "I won't let you get off the hook that easy. I have a feeling that you're the one not facing your own problems. Why don't you lean on someone for a change?" I said, determined to make him speak. He looked at me from the side and his head slowly followed his gaze, his eyebrows furrowing just so much I could notice. The anticipation of hearing his raspy voice that felt so familiar and kind made me turn off my music. This man that sat next to me just a moment ago suddenly awakened my curiosity. It took a while for him to speak as we were maintaining a really intense eye contact for what felt as hours. I was able to inspect every milimeter of his dark cat-like eyes. "You're good at reading people, I'll give you that." He smiled and turned back to face the view. "I'm just under a lot of pressure. People expect a lot from me, that's all...and sometimes it can get really frustrating when I can't really reach those expectations. Sometimes it feels like there are so many people doing my thing better than me, it scares me." He put his hands in the pockets of his black sweater still staring at something in the distance. I wasn't sure what to say but he also didn't expect me to say anything. He needed someone to listen and I was there to supply. I asked: "And what would your 'thing' be exactly?" in an effort to get to know more about this mysterious creature in front of me. "Music. I make music for a living." His eyes now focused on his shoes while he bit his lips in an effort not to smile. I finally realized why his voice sounded so familiar, it was freaking Kwon Minsik, Sik-k, Korea's best rapper, sitting next to me staring at the Han river. My hand automatically covered my mouth as I inhaled. I was trying to calm myself down. He probably heard my playlist which was full of his songs and it made me feel so embarrassed, my cheeks flushing with heat again. He tried really hard to hide his cocky smile as he turned his face away from me, looking into the woods on the other side. After a few minutes he asked: "So now are you going to tell me why you were crying?" He was facing me, looking at my eyes attentively like a little boy waiting for instructions from his teacher. I was still to shy to maintain eye contact so I looked at my hands on my lap. I told him my story about how lost and useless I felt in life. I told him about feeling lonely and scared about my future. I told him everything.

Before I knew it tears started to emerge from my eyes again and I tried really hard not to look at Minsik who was still facing me, one of his arms resting on the back of the bench. I cracked. I cracked in front of a man I respected the most. It was embarrassing but also liberating, I was done trying to impress the world. I dropped my head, defeated. Next thing I felt was his warm hand on my cheek, gently wiping the trail of my tears. I froze for a bit, my eyes widening at the sudden proximity of his body. I didn't even notice him getting closer before he put his hand on my face. He was sitting right next to me, the sides of our thighs touching ever so slightly. I could hear my heart rate getting faster and louder. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t control it. I looked at him and he removed his hand, still looking at me with his furrowed eyebrows, a concerned expression drawing on his face. "I'm sorry. You probably think I'm just being childish, crying at something as trivial as my major." I said with a shaky voice. "Don't ever say sorry for your feelings ever again, you hear me? And besides, I don't think it's stupid, I think it's just very important to you. You want to set goals for yourself but you're too afraid that you're not going to reach them so you just let them go. I would obviously tell you to go for what feels right and figure it out but that won't make you feel secure and I bet a lot of other people in your life told you this before." He replied with his deep raspy voice that I loved so much. He was so close. I could feel every breath on the surface of my cheek, his left arm was lying behind me on the back of the bench, it was almost like a hug. I couldn’t think straight anymore, my thoughts were intertwined with the smell of his cologne and the heat of his body so close to mine. He didn't feel like a stranger, he felt like someone who'd known me for years. I buried my face into my hands so I wouldn't make any thoughtless mistakes. Suddenly, he moved away from me, I couldn’t feel the proximity of his body anymore, the cold night air embracing my whole being. I peeked up from my palms. He was still looking at me with concern in his eyes, saying: "Sorry, I probably got too close for comfort, I'm not used to this kind of emotional thing, you know?" I felt a desperate need for physical touch, maybe it was the cold air, the anxiety or his perfect stature or maybe it was a mix of both but I straightened my back and looked directly into his eyes. It was so unlike me to be this bold but my body automatically moved closer to his.

He didn't move even when my face was only ten centimeters away from his. His expression changed, his forehead relaxing, his eyelids closing halfway when I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. He grabbed onto it like he was holding on for his dear life and it made me want him more. I stopped, looking down at his lips when he pulled himself closer. His smooth lips crashing into mine made me lean back but he was only getting closer until he pinned me to the wooden bench beneath us. It was a passionate kiss, his hands didn't limit themselves to my thighs but discovered the hot surface of my skin under my hoodie. I felt a certain kind of euphoria, the kind you only get to experience when you do something completely out of character for you but turns out to be the best thing you could have possibly done.

As our kiss was getting more heated and his hands were groping my breasts for a couple of minutes the heat between my legs was getting unbearable. I could feel one of his hands roam down to my thigh and up to my ass where he got the grip to grind against me. Our lips and tounges still inseparable, I played along and grinded my heat against his growing buldge until I heard his raspy growls which sent shivers down my spine. As our tempo aligned we started breathing heavily and his lips left mine but relocated to my neck, definitely leaving more than just the incredibly pleasing pain. There was only a couple of pieces of clothing seperating us but the longing was excruciating. I started tugging on the collar of his black hoodie, trying to stop him as his lips attacked my collarbone. "Stop...I can'...I can't take it." I said with a soft voice in between my moans. His hips stopped moving immediately and he pushed himself above me so we were looking face to face, his body still on top of me. The loss of friction left me feeling needy. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to be this fast, I just thought-" I got up and laid a small kiss on his lips mid-sentence. "Come to my place." I whispered in his ear. I hadn't gotten to know this part of me before but that night felt different. Maybe it was the stream of emotions I had just shared with this stranger on top of me or the tone of his voice or the feeling of the cold night breeze but I didn't want to spend this morning alone.

When we finally arrived at my door he was standing so close to me I almost held my breath trying to get myself to collect my thoughts. I swear I could hear his heartbeat like it was my own, his lips suddenly tracing the curve of my neck as I was trying to insert the right passcode. I couldn’t even focus in my own hands as his were holding me around the waist so it took me a few moments to find the right digits. When the holy sound of the door lock unlocking echoed in the hallway he already pressed the knob in a hurry and pushed me inside. Because my one room apartment was so small it only took our intertwined bodies a solid 30 seconds to hit the mattress. He was planting sloppy kisses down my collar bone as I was tugging at his hoodie, trying to set him free of it. He stopped for a moment only to get up and remove it. The moonlight from outside my small window caressing his elegant body, lighting him up from the back like he was some beastly creature of the night taking advantage of my sadness. I couldn’t move, he was sitting on top of me, his face was covered in darkness but I knew he was watching me. "Do you have any idea how freaking beautiful you look in this light?" His raspy whisper made me quiver. I smiled and looked away while my body was hungry for his touch. I wasn't ready to show it.

He slowly got up with his hands trailing the shape of my thighs until he was holding me behind the knees, still looking at me. I felt his hands pull my leggings of as if it was the easiest thing in the whole entire world. He then proceeded to playfully pull at my panties, rubbed my knot and lowered his face to blow at my growing heat, my legs almost immediately trying to close at the sudden pleasure. He held them open while licking my folds twice, trying to see my reaction. I couldn’t hold in my moans and my spine curved in-synch with my breathing. It was something I haven't felt in forever, not like this, not this strong. I grabbed onto his hair and he seemed to read the ques as he got rid of the piece of fabric. His tounge was doing circles around my clit making me see fireworks and probably tugging at his hair with both hands so much that his scalp was in pain. He got me shaking in a matter of minutes and it was the best high I've ever experienced, sending all kinds of shivers down my skin, leaving me panting. He was far from done though.

"You taste so good, baby girl," he said unknowing of the affect it had on me. I got up to unzip his pants (which he more than willingly helped me with). I traced my fingers down his perfect abs to the hem of his boxers and lower, tracing his hard member while inspecting his face. As soon as I grabbed it through the fabric with my whole hand his eyelids shut closed and his head fell back in pleasure. I pulled him to the mattress and got on top of him trying to grind at his boxers, making them soaking wet. Then I got up to remove the rest of his clothing. I proceeded to trace my tounge along his shaft and sucking on his member, enjoying his growls. His hands were grabbing the sheets and the veins on his forearms and neck were starting to protrude. Every now and then a soft "fuck~" escaped his mouth, motivating me to keep going. Then he suddenly stopped me, saying: "I need to come inside of you, grab my wallet." Instead, I got up to open one of my drawers where I was saving a pack of condoms, praying they would fit him. I handed one to him and he was so quick about it, it got me thinking just how many girls he gets to play around with like this every night. The thought escaped my mind when he stood up to hold me around the waist, slowly pulling me back to bed with him. He undressed me, pulling my hoodie over my head only to discover I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. His dark eyes glowed with passion as he greabbed one of my nipples, tugging at it while kissing me sloppily. He threw me on the mattress and got on top of me. My body was heated up completely, I couldn’t even feel the night breeze coming from the opened window. He licked my sensitive nipples a few more times before aligning himself with my entrance and pushing inside of me. The fireworks from before were nothing compared to the utter pleasure I felt at that exact moment, Sik-k filling me up perfectly. My head fell back in moans and my back curved up again. I could have sworn I saw stars playing in the darkness of my eyelids. All I heard him say was: "Fuck..." He took his time waiting for me to adjust and started to quicken his pace while adjusting the angle. One of his hands was stroking my stomach and the other was holding onto my ass. I tried to mimic his movements, increasing the fraction of our bodies. The moans escaping our mouths felt so unholy they made it even more passionate. "I'm going to- I'm close!" I squealed throught the moans which made him go even harder and faster. My whole body tensed up and I grabbed onto the bedsheets pulling them off. His dick was starting to twitch inside of me, hitting all the right spots and I knew he was trying his best to make me come first which was a rare experience. I opened my eyes seeing him focused on me with his furrowed eyebrows, sweat dripping down the side of his jawline. My body was caught up in a wave of shivers, the walls of my pussy tightening so much it got him shaking as well. We were both just trying to ride out our highs with the last strenght we had. It was sweaty and suffocating but liberating at the same time, all of our thoughts disappearing for these unthinkable moments of pleasure. His hot body collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths again. "This was amazing." I told him in between breaths. He rolled over me to remove the condom and, to my surprise, came right back to lie beside me, his arms hugging me from behind. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear: "See you in my dreams, stranger."

[yoonia]

Press Play [M]

➬ Title | Press Play

➬ Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader

⇢ Summary | Though your visits to his studio have been quite rare during the busiest time of his life, it isn’t too surprising to have him asking for your help and for you to join him as he works late at night. You simply had not been expecting to find yourself fulfilling his odd request instead.

⇢ Genre; Ratings | Smut, PWP(?), Established relationship; 18+/Mature

⇢ Word count | 3,4k words

⇢ Warning | oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, clit play, breast play, a form of exhibitionism (involving sounds more than visuals)

➬ Song Companion | Natalie, Menend - Go | Daniel Di Angelo - Temptations

⇢ Author’s Note | First of all, I have no idea how this happened, but I simply couldn’t resist writing another fic for him. So here he is, back in my blog. Forgive me for the rough editing. Shout out to @yoonjinkooked, @sunshinekims​, and @joyfulhopelox​ who had witnessed me going into a downward spiral during group writing sprint that had come to this. 

You should have known that Hanbin was up to something when he called you up to come to his studio tonight.

Perhaps knowing that he had been there all day to finish up work had made you think nothing much of it even when he had stated how urgent it was to have you there. The only thing that came to your mind when you got the call was that he probably needed your help with something that only you could do, whether it would be his usual need of having you fetch dinner for him when he couldn’t or when he simply needs your company, since you know basically nothing on how to help him with his work.

Little did you know just how wrong you were.

Because never for a second you had thought you would end up here, instead of sitting with him on his lazy couch to enjoy the late dinner that you had bought for him, you are sitting on his working chair, facing the massive monitor screen and his recording tools, while your legs are perched over his shoulders and his face is buried between your spread legs. Instead of feasting on his favourite meal, here he is now, feasting on your pussy, drinking in your essence as he works his mouth and tongue so fluently until you are left tethering close to the edge.

Blinking through your bleary eyes, you try to process the moment. Still unable to believe the situation you are currently in, with his recording program still running and yet his mouth is busy as he has it latched onto your hot pussy. Before you even have any chance to clear your thoughts, Hanbin moves his tongue between your folds and starts dragging it along your slit, pressing harder at your entrance and moving up towards your throbbing clit where he gives you a hard lick that sends a surge of electric bliss running through your body.

“Ah—please,” you moan out as he flicks the tip of his tongue, moving it in circles around your sensitive nub, teasing your nerve ending until you can feel your core pulsing tightly.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he whispers into your folds when he can sense that you are still holding your voice down. “Let your voice out. Let me hear you,” he adds, right before his mouth latches on to your cunt one more time.

And then he pushes his tongue against your hot entrance, slowly slipping his way in and sending your hips jolting upright to the sensation he is giving you. “Hanbin…,” you call out his name between your constant moans, and you feel him humming his approval without even taking a short break. As the sounds you are making keeps getting louder, his movement becomes more intense as he continues licking and thrusting his tongue inside you, pressing against your pulsing walls to draw out your voice further to fill the room.

“That’s it. Keep letting your voice out,” he grunts deeply into your pussy just as he takes a chance to catch a breath, encouraging you further to simply let go.

You take that moment to look down, finding his eyes locked on you. His gaze seems so dark and intense as he continues to devour your nether lips while taking in every reaction you are making. Once again, he pushes his tongue all the way in, and your pussy pulses around him, feeling too much while needing more at the same time. There is nothing you can do to stop yourself from making the sounds that he has been seeking for, the sound of your cries of pleasure only escalates as he continues to lap and suck at all the right places. The only thing you can feel is your pleasure coming, rising within you, slowly engulfing you from the depth of your core.

Your hands find their way down as you try to hold on, burying your fingers through his hair where you clutch tightly, holding him in place, pressing him further into you as you begin to roll your hips, grinding your center against his waiting tongue and his hungry mouth. And he simply goes deeper, starts sucking harder, letting you continue swivelling your hips on the chair to ride out your pleasure and pushing yourself towards your climax.

As you are lost in your pleasure, Hanbin moves his hand to your thigh, holding you against him just as your legs are beginning to trash around over his shoulders. The soft hums he keeps making lets you know that he is enjoying the sultry sounds coming out of your lips and loving how you are embracing the pleasure he is giving you. You can already feel it, reaching so close to your climax and yet all he keeps doing is to tease you, holding off from letting you embrace the peak of your orgasm while he draws out your pleasure.

To each time you start feeling like you are close to toppling over the edge, Hanbin will only stop his relentless ministration at the very last minute, sending your rising climax to calm back down a little before he comes back to give you more.

“Hanbin…baby, please—” you start begging him when he keeps on drawing everything and making things last, and you nearly curse at him when all you get in return is the sound of his wicked chuckle against your slick folds.

“Are you getting close, baby?” he teases you, and you open your eyes in your frustration to glare at him.

You open your mouth to answer, except the words die down on your tongue when he captures your throbbing nub between his lips and gives you a good suck, and the only thing that comes out of you is nothing but a long, desperate moan for release. Taking it as the answer he needs, Hanbin moves the hand that is not holding you up against him to reach between your legs, parting your folds before his fingers come right where his tongue had been.

Wasting no more time to tease you, he thrusts one finger into your pussy, and then two, then adds another, and his mouth returns to latch onto your clit while he begins moving his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. Suddenly, everything feels too much. You have been pressed so close to the edge of your climax that the pleasure that comes from the way he is playing with your body feels so intense, and it is getting too much, and your climax simply rises, taking over your body before you even realise it coming.

“Let go, baby. Come for me,” is all that you can faintly hear from him between your rapid moans, while your other senses are muddled, nearly blinded by the intensity of your orgasm as it comes rolling through your body like a series of intense waves rushing to the shore. It knocks you off just enough to make you feel as if you are falling from the height of your bliss moments after you are sent flying to its peak.

But Hanbin is still there to catch you. Still with his sinful mouth on you and his hands holding you, though his touches and kisses slowly come to halt while he gives you a moment to come down from your high. Your limbs are still trembling and are beginning to grow lax in his hold, but he is gentle as he takes care of you—releasing you slowly to fall back down on the chair with your legs resting down. He pulls back after helping you pry your fingers from him and sits back to watch you.

Opening your eyes, you see his grin glowing under the lights with your release coating his mouth and chin. The sight makes your face burn, while at the same time, your body pulses with the remainder of all the sinful things that he had done to you.

“Easy, baby,” is the last thing that you hear from him before you are suddenly lifted off the chair, only to land back on his lap after he had swiftly turned you both around, taking you with him as he takes the seat.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” he whispers to you while running his gentle hand up and down your arm.

Nodding your head, you can only hum softly. “I know I will be—” you whisper against his chest, before your eyes are opened to find your pants and undergarments which had been left discarded on the floor after he had stripped you off of them earlier before pinning you down on his chair. With a sigh, you press your body further against him to search for warmth and add, “—if you would bring me back my pants and help me put them on.”

Hanbin only responds to you with a chuckle. “Hang on for a second,” he says, as he pulls his chair closer to his working desk with you still on his lap.

You close your eyes as you curl up against him, embracing the tiny spasms of your climax that are still running through your body while you listen to him tapping a few buttons on his computer. Just as you feel yourself relaxing against him, and half hoping that he is going to reach out to grab your clothes for you once he is done with whatever he is doing now, a sound comes up through his speakers, and you instantly open your eyes widely the moment you recognise the voice now bouncing against the walls.

The sound of the deep, desperate moans. The cries of pleasure. They are all yours.

“Baby, what—” You slowly push yourself upright just so you can listen a bit better, and perhaps realise that they might not be your voice after all. But as you continue to listen, and then you turn to see how your lover seems so pleased with himself, you realise that this is truly your voice. That he had recorded all the sounds you were making while he was pleasuring you merely minutes ago. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to use this.”

Hanbin only shrugs but makes no move to shut the noises down, letting it run from his computer to fill the room with your voice. “Maybe, maybe not,” he nonchalantly says, though he smiles at you when he looks at your face. “I already told you, I felt like I was missing something for this project I’m working on and I was thinking maybe putting a sample of your voice would help. But I haven’t decided on anything.”

You say nothing about it as you look around, feeling a bit awkward to be listening to yourself while oddly feeling a bit aroused when every single moan and cry you are hearing only reminds you of the things that he did to your body. It still tingles where he was kissing and touching you, as if every touch still lingers on your skin and your senses have memorised everything.

Still not quite sure about having your voice appearing in his recording, you only scowl at yourself. Were you not the one who had promised him to help with anything he would ever need and to be there for him as long as you are able to? And shouldn’t you be glad that he had asked you to do this instead of asking anyone else to help him with this matter?

Thinking about this makes your frown grow deeper and it is something that Hanbin cannot possibly miss. Though he must have read it as your discomfort of having your voice added to his work, because he suddenly tilts your chin up and moves you around to look at him.

“Hey—” he murmurs softly. “You know that I won’t do anything that you won’t approve, right?”

“I know,” you answer him, knowing that he would never do anything that would make you feel bad. Noticing you slowly relaxing in his hold, Hanbin leans in to capture your lips in his. The kiss starts soft and gentle, before he deepens the kiss by pressing his mouth harder against yours, his tongue slipping out to take over your mouth, leaving you completely breathless and once again burning with need.

“But, you know,” he whispers against your lips once he ends the kiss. “I might have an idea how we can put this to a good use before we decide on anything.”

You are still trying to catch your breath that your voice comes out as soft whispers when you ask him, “What is it?”

Wearing a grin on his face, Hanbin reaches down to pull the strings on his waistband, letting his sweatpants loose. With his arm around your waist, Hanbin expertly shifts your positions until you are facing forward again while he pushes his pants down, his jutting cock ready for you when he gently lowers you down.

Reaching between your legs, you wrap your hand around his girth and give a little help by stroking him gently and aiming him into position, right at your entrance. As you lower yourself back down on his lap, he pushes his way inside you, spreading your pussy apart, sliding inside you inch by delightful inch, until you are resting on his lap and he is buried deep inside you.

A gasp slips out of your lips at the pleasure of having filled by his cock. You relish in the feeling of his girth pushing against your pulsing walls, making your whole body tremble and your muscles coiling with the rush of pleasure surging through you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his width and length, letting you rest on top of him with your back pressed against his chest, until your body relaxes slightly and you are ready for more.

With his hands on your waist, Hanbin guides you to push yourself up, letting his cock slide and grind against your walls, brushing against your nerve ending that still seems so sensitive after your initial climax. The pleasure you are feeling from having him deep within you and feeling his cock rubbing against your insides begin to draw a long moan coming out of your lips, just in time for your recorded voice to come out of the speakers, echoing loudly against the walls and becoming the music to your ears that encourages the both of you to continue further.

Pressing your palms on his thighs, you push up against him while he guides you up, then push yourself back down harder as he thrusts upward to bury himself deeper on each slam of your hips against his. And you repeat this movement once, twice, until you find your pace, and Hanbin finds the perfect angle for him to move his length in and out of you more easily.

“Ride me, baby,” he grunts breathlessly before he presses his lips at the nape of your neck and begins to trace kisses up and down your skin. The kisses distract you enough to make you loosen up further, the tension that was still taking over your body to make you hold back dissipates away and the only thing you can focus on now is just how good he feels inside you, how your walls keep pulsing around him, clenching tightly around his girth while sending small spasms of bliss through your body.

His hands move down to grab onto your hips and he starts slamming you forcefully up and down on him just as he meets every contact by thrusting his own hips upward, pushing his way in, moving hard and intense with each thrust. His grunts grow rougher while he keeps burying himself deeper until you can feel the tip of his cock poking right at your hilt.

Soon, the continuous sounds coming from the recording is accompanied with your own, mixed in with his heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin, the squelching sounds of his cock piercing right through your pussy, and the creaking sound of his chair that is doing its best to hold your weights together.

As the sounds coming out of the speaker grows more intense, so does the pleasure rising up from within your core. Judging from the soft grunts and whimpers he is making, you know that he is just as close, that both of you are heading towards your climaxes almost at the same time. You bury your nails into his skin just as your legs begin trembling over him, holding on tightly as much as you can as you keep moving up and down on his lap.

And just as you are beginning to lose control, Hanbin is there to take over, taking control as he sends both of you towards the end.

With one of his hands sliding up your body to cup your breast, he moves the other down between your legs, finding your swollen clit easily where he rubs in circles to heighten your senses. Your head falls back against his shoulder when it feels too much, the pleasure rising up high inside your head that you have no other choice but to give in.

His rapid thrusts grow harder and faster, pounding ruthlessly inside you while his fingers expertly begin to play with your sensitive nubs. It feels too much to take all at once, until you suddenly feel his fingers pinching tightly in both places, pulling at your nipple and pinching hard at your clit, sending you crying out in bliss.

“Come for me,” he commands you softly as he nips your ear and his fingers pinch harder. He gives you one last thrust that feels so deep you can feel his cock splitting you apart, and your whole body erupts into your climax, sending you tumbling down the edge of your bliss that nothing can keep you from trashing and trembling with the intense orgasm rolling through your body.

The way your walls are tightening and pulsing around his girth sends him to his own climax, and he releases himself deep inside you, filling you up with his cum. You can feel his warmth, his presence flooding inside you, and it triggers another set of spasms rushing from the depth of your core, making it last longer until you simply cannot hold on anymore and you are left as nothing but trembling limbs as you fall back against him.

Hanbin wraps his arms around you to hold you up against him as he lets you relish in your climax. He also takes the chance to settle down his breath, while his hips continue to move, rolling against you and still moving in and out of you in a series of slow strokes until he comes to a stop. The moment everything stops, you begin to realise that the recording has long ended, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of his ragged breathing and the loud pounding of your heartbeat.

Moving gently, Hanbin carefully pulls out of you and turns you so you could curl up on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder as he leans back.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” he asks you gently, still with his hand running up and down on your arm slowly to soothe you to lax.

You try to nod your head, already feeling like you are drifting to sleep with how much energy he had drained, before you finally whisper to him, “I’m feeling good. That was—” you stop to release a deep sigh and look at him in the eyes. “That was amazing,” you tell him, drawing a pleased smile to his face.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, and you push yourself up to press your lips in his, keeping the kiss gentle and slow as you are both still coming down from bliss. His eyes are still dark with desire the moment you are parted, though you can hear a soft, content sigh coming out of his lips, before the peaceful smile he has kept on his face turns into a sly grin.

“Too bad we didn’t record this one too, huh?” he teases you with a chuckle, drawing an exasperated groan from you.

“Oh, shut up.”

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(About the jay park ask) yes that was what I meant! In that sense

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║ A/N : oof okay, so since this is about an inexperienced s.o, I just wanted to comment that it’s been a while since I’ve been in the game myself, so having someone with Jay’s attitude and openness would be super comforting. alright, let’s get it!

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♡ Jay w/ an inexperienced s.o :

well then yeah, Jay would be super understanding and patient with you. he’s open and willing to experiment with things your comfortable with in order to find things that turn you on. he’s patient and will take his time, making sure that your comfortable every step of the way. and of course you’ll establish safe words. 

I can see the both of you watching porn together (if you’re comfortable with that, of course) just to branch out and search for things that you might be into. like are you into role playing? how do you feel about choking? the two of you might even go shopping for some toys and lingerie. 

point is, Jay is super open to figuring things out with you and guiding you along. he’ll offer suggestions for you two to try in the bedroom, but he’ll never force you or push you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with. just because you’re inexperienced doesn’t mean he’s going to take advantage of you.  

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Tormenta

Pairing: Jay Park x OC

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AU: mafia!au, parent!au, 

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS or any other Band in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gangs, toxic relationship, developing relationships, mental health issues, bdsm, dom/sub undertones, love/hate, implied/referenced character death, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, edging, spanking, choking, slapping, rough sex, public sex, semi-public sex, 

Tormenta (tor.men.ta)

noun, feminine

violent storm, involving thunder and rain

disorder, agitation, one’s inner torment.

Yara’s life completely changes when a person from her past decides they belong together.

Co-written by Nessi98 

...“Jay…” she gasped when he pressed her against the sink, hands immediately roaming all over her. “Really? Here?”

“I know it’s not very romantic,” he said hurriedly in between kisses, “But I don’t like waiting.” 

That made her giggle. She moaned once his lips touched her skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he kissed down her neck. Yara could feel his lean muscles flex underneath her hands; his groans tickled whenever he kissed her. She let her hands go up into his hair for a slight tug that made him groan into her neck. 

“Fuck, baby,” he said on her skin, planting kisses further down her chest. “Feel so fucking good.”

“You too,” Yara grabbed onto his shoulders to not fall. Her buzzing head made the world tilt so she couldn’t stand straight. She closed her eyes and moaned. The need inside her grew the more he touched her. She squirmed once she felt him squeeze her thighs. A loud sound right outside the door caught her attention, “Jay, what if someone comes in here?” 

“It’s fine, baby. No one will interrupt us,” he whispered in her ear. “They know better,” she could feel his hands roaming her body. A firm squeeze on her chest made her whimper as he kissed her again. Her breasts filled his palms perfectly, and he fondled them tenderly. He kissed her neck as his hands pulled her dress down, exposing the black bra underneath. “Well, well, look what we have here,” he grinned, pecking her lips, “Didn’t think a good girl like you would wear things like this.” 

“Good girls can be naughty when they want to be,” she said in his ear, licking the edge and nipping at his earlobe. “And right now,” she trailed her hand down his front, “I want to be very naughty...with you.”

“Fuck yes,” he shivered and rolled back his eyes at the touch. “We can be as bad as you want.”...

*****

....“Yeah,” he crawled towards her on the bed, tugging the sheet off her nude form. “I only got a little taste last night,” he pushed her legs open and started kissing up her thighs, “And I want more.” 

“I really should go though,” she said, trying to escape his grasp. “My dad is probably really worried about me. I have my little brother too.” 

He forced her down when she moved again. Fear set in seeing his flirtatious tone turn firm as he said, “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go ever again.” 

She frantically made to move, but he pinned her down and grabbed a cloth near the bed. 

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Hi guys how are you? Hope you're doing well!

I've had problems with my laptop forever, so I just ended up getting a new one, which means that I will finish the Harry in love with my bestfriend series. But, I just wanted to know if you're still interested in fanfics, so that I should continue making more. If so, what artist should I write for?

B.I

DPR Ian

DPR Live

Bang Yongguk

Simon Dominic

But if you're all not interested in fanfics anymore, then I'll just stop after in love with my best friend.

Hope you have a goodnight/day 💖

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Chapter 6 - Walk Of Shame (snippet)

"Baby..." A sensual moan.

"Mmh." A dismissive groan in reply.

"Babyyyy..." The moan now more insistent.

"Mmmmhh..." Less dismissive, more annoyance this time as Simon rolled onto his side, giving his back to the nuisance.

"Baby, c'monnnn..."

Silence.

Simon had gone back to sleep.

Or so he let her think.

She wasn't supposed to be here this long. Just a memory of a good night; that's all he had been looking for.

"Fine." Huffed his visitor, jumping up off of the bed. "Thanks for a great night... I guess."

Everything He Wanted - Walk of Shame (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1041384573-everything-he-wanted-walk-of-shame?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=FaerieSensai&wp_originator=1%2Fbks0StkzJyZ02U3yZ0KNLcYoVOhYvnbFOqMCAICwIWQpzgBevjiF3JjhlR9Q8RC0D4TMZFkiGlTnfPcL4TPzFxmWJAFntdD5xvTNqfvk%2Fr0Vyk%2F%2BFyLp4HqgPlKESE

Jay Park. Rapper. Singer. Businessman. Until he meets the woman who makes him want to have it all; the white picket fence, the dogs and yard full of kids. And he will stop at nothing and risk everything, to have it.

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