#park sungjin x reader smut

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I posted 2,635 times in 2022

That's 1,877 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (4%)

2,535 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 658 of my posts in 2022

#stray kids - 75 posts

#stray kids scenarios - 62 posts

#stray kids imagines - 62 posts

#stray kids smut - 60 posts

#stray kids social media au - 60 posts

#stray kids angst - 60 posts

#hwang hyunjin - 60 posts

#stray kids fluff - 60 posts

#series: hiraeth - 59 posts

#stray kids reactions - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#i cant imagine how stressful and scary it would be to be stranded in a foreign country after your agency cancels your flight home

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"you can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore"

49 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

Hiraeth Masterlist

➥ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park. Their neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural, always finding a logical explanation for the things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns that they aren't exactly... human.

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: adult language, alcohol consumption, supernatural themes, implied sexual content, see each chapter for further warnings ⚠️

start date: 2022.09.09

end date: tba

updates every friday and saturday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!! all photos are taken from pinterest. all photos used for Moon Byeoli are of Nguyen Thanh Thuy from Instagram. she owns all rights to these photos and I am only using them for entertainment purposes.

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chapters

(pw) partially written | (w) written

prologue 01

01: too fast for ya Bobby Boy (pw)

02: can it Bob the Builder

03: calm down Spanish Inquisition

04: hot damn. howdy 🤠

05: just let things be

06: yeah shut up Jackson

07: …IN HELL????

08: please tell Perry I love him

09: SOS COME IN JIMJAMS

10: watermelon sugar BYE

11: had some deer

12: clear intent

13: tiny star

14: is that a challenge??

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49 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

"if you wish to seduce an angel, you must play the part of a devil"

52 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

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53 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, bf!Hongjoong

pairing: Hongjoong × (gn) reader

wc: 963 (we short, so sorry)

warnings: smut (minors dni), cockwarming, slight exhibitionism, semi public, adult language, cuddly Woosan and Yungi, and I think that's it lol

a/n: I'm just catering to my friends who are going thru it over Hongjoong 😌 this one's for you @yoonguurt & @leadinglady17 ♥️

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171 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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[wingsofkpop]

Day6 Reaction to Receiving a Lap Dance (m)

Sungjin

Knowing Sungjin, he’d probably start off a little shy when you come out in your outfit for the night, but once you begin to get into your performance, he’d grow A LOT more comfortable. Against what you might believe, Sungjin would have zero shame in checking out your body, from the way your hips rock to the beat to the way your fingers drag over the tent in his jeans, or in fact, letting his hands wander every now and then. It may even come to the point you’d have to tie his hands down, that is, if he doesn’t take you to bed first...

“Keep moving just like that, sweetheart... Do you even know how much you affect me? I could watch you dance like this all day long...”

Jae

When you first tell Jae about your plans for the night, this boy would rip you apart something fierce. He’d tease you to no end and taunt you for treating him to such a show. However, once your show actually begins, this boy would eat his own words right up. He’d be paralyzed, jaw dropped to the floor and eyes unable to look anywhere aside from the rolling of your hips. A couple minutes in, you may have to check to see if he’s still breathing—seeing as you’d never seen him so quiet.

“What did I do to deserve such a show, huh?... You’re-oh... my god... I-I actually didn’t know you could dance like that, babe... Wow...”

Brian

From the moment you step into the room, Brian would have a permanent smirk across his face. Throughout the dance, he’d be silent and seemingly calm, but don’t let his indifference fool you, because he’d be forever fighting the urge to push you against the wall and take you right then and there. He’d also absolutely lose it whenever you grind your hips against his own, and would in turn, grab your ass and push you harder against him. Don’t expect to finish your routine either, cause you better believe he’s gonna pin you against the mattress and go to town.

“You know exactly how to rile me up, huh, princess? I hope you don’t mind if I cut your show a bit short... I mean, how else am I supposed to reward you?”

Wonpil

This poor boy would not be able to control himself at all. The second you seat yourself on his lap, his hands would be on you—everywhere and anywhere. If you remind Wonpil of his supposed objective to simply sit back and watch, he’d definitely whine and voice his objections about it, but still obey your commands nonetheless. He’d probably have to sit on his hands, or similar to Sungjin, have you tie his wrists to the chair. It’s safe to say you’d have him completely wrapped around the tip of your finger.

“You’re driving me crazy over here, baby! Please just let me touch you!... You’re too beautiful, (Y/N)-ah... I can’t handle it...”

Dowoon

Though you’d think otherwise, Dowoon would actually be pretty cocky throughout your dance routine, and like Brian, would have a perpetual smile etched along his lips. He wouldn’t be afraid to voice his opinions about your performance either, letting you know which moves he liked best and how sexy you looked grinding against him. But even with his confident persona, this boy would practically follow your every move like a lost puppy—especially when you’d shift your moves to the bedroom if you know what I mean.

“God, you look so sexy dancing like that, baby... Can you show me that move again? Please?... I swear I’ll do anything you want...”

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78. "There is no way anyone is that innocent" + sungjin? :p kinda sorta obsessed w sungjin w a corruption kink mwahahahahah

plsss omg a corruption kink for him ur so right adlkndflxvj

78. "There is no way anyone is that innocent"

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

"What do they sell there?" You asked your boyfriend, inquiring about a shop near his apartment that you'd heard one of his neighbors talking about.

But Sungjin just chuckled as he unlocked his door, pushing on it with his shoulder, then walking in. "It's um...it's an adult store, babe."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant, so your brow just furrowed as you followed him in. "'Adult store'?"

He dropped his keys on his table and turned to face you, with an expectant expression, but yours was just blank. "Yeah, an adult store?" he repeated. After he realized you weren’t getting it, he decided to just say it outright. "It's a sex shop, Y/N. For porn, toys...that kind of thing."

"Oh."

Well if he had to spell it out for you...

You and Sungjin had done a few things more than kissing, but you were still quite inexperienced at sex and he was guiding you every step of the way.

"There's no way anyone is that innocent," he teased, coming over to you.

"I guess I am," you replied with a somewhat embarrassed blush, letting him cup your cheek and press his lips to yours.

"Seems there's still a lot I have to show you then, huh?"

The blood coursed through your veins even faster, making you gulp at the pounding of your heartbeat. You dropped your hands to the hem of your skirt and lifted it slowly until the crotch of your panties started to show. Chewing on your bottom lip, you responded. "Then why don't you show me? I think I could use a lesson..."

Sungjin wetted his lips as he watched you hold your skirt up, knowing you were only this comfortable with him, and only because he'd taken his time introducing you to each new thing. He loved being the one to do that for and with you, and it stirred something within him to see you acting dirty on your own accord these days. It made him want to toss you onto his bed and go at it until the neighbors complained, but he knew it would be awhile yet until then. Maybe someday...

But until that day, he was enjoying being the one to help usher you into this new sexual world after you’d spent your life out of it.

Sungjin's thumb stroked over your cheek and he gave you his full attention. "Well, first of all, I need you to tell me what you want, exactly."

But you didn't have anything in particular in mind; you wanted to do and feel it all. So you decided to leave it in his hands. "Whatever you want, I want..."

Sungjin just chuckled again, more darkly this time. The images of all the filthy things he's fantasized about doing with you flashed through his mind. Knowing they were on the horizon was turning him on. "That's very sweet. But I guarantee you're not ready for what I want, angel." He stepped closer, his face mere centimeters from yours now, and he let his hand ghost over your torso then slip under your skirt. He cupped you over your panties, making your breath hitch, and dragged his palm over you with a sense a guiding authority. Your hips instinctively rocked against the pressure, chasing the pleasant electricity it brought to your clit. You were much needier than he, chasing after each bit of new pleasure, while he stayed fairly composed. Seeing you like that made him happy though; he liked to see you taking matters into your own hands a bit. You would have never done that before you met him, but as time went on, you started doing it more and more. He brushed his lips against yours and felt your breathing get heavier as you grinded on his strong hand.

"Hmm, does that feel good? You like my fingers?"

You whimpered affirmatively, which made him smile affectionately.

"How would you like them inside you?"

You practically moaned at the idea of having something inside you, your hips stuttering. "Please..."

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[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

day6 as boyfriends headcanons?? fluff and smut pls 🥺

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish, I  had bad writer’s block );

Sungjin    

He gives you loving gazes all the time

You could be brushing your teeth and you look over to him

He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world

Oh, that’s right you are his whole world

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just love looking at you.”

You have that romance movie cliché type of love

Your friends are jealous of the love you share together

However, he’s wary about PDA, but he will hold your hand in public

Maybe a kiss on the cheek

He just prefers to keep those intimate moments between the two of you

He occasionally serenades you with his guitar

Sometimes, you’ll ask him to play because it helps you fall asleep

He loves looking down to see you all curled up and hugging his pillow

Sex is absolutely amazing

You both praise the hell out of each other

It can get rough sometimes but that’s usually when he’s really stressed

But he always makes sure you’re okay with it beforehand too

He loves morning sex and the peppered kisses that come along with it

He loves the way you look when you’re riding him

It brings him to his knees every time

He will give you whatever you want if you ride him

You were sitting on the couch watching a show when you heard the front door open. You look over and you see Sungjin with his shoulders hanging low, he looks exhausted. He trudges over to you and you motion in front of you, “Sungjin, sit down,” you tell him, he gives a strange look but obliges. You help him take his jacket off and begin to massage his shoulders, working your hands to get the knots out. He lets out a few groans as he closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Baby, why are you doing this?” he asks, curious at your sudden actions. “I knew you were practicing really hard today, I just wanted to help you relax a bit.” Your hands move down his arms, deeply massaging more. He lets his head fall back against your chest, turning his head to kiss your cheek. He wonders how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

 Jae

#1 Supportive Boyfriend

He loves making you happy

You both are always joking around and pranking the others together

He loves it when you wear his clothing

Especially when the first thing he sees in the morning is you in only his shirt

“Babe, you’re drooling.”

He always makes sure you have a few of his shirts and hoodies before he leaves on tour

You will never not have any confidence around this man

He always hypes you up

He doesn’t really care about PDA

He will give you a loving kiss in public like nobody is watching

Silent giggles at night

He’s so playful with you

Being absolute crackheads together

So much kissing in the morning…plus other things

Morning sex is his favorite thing

Most of the time it happens cause all you’re wearing is his shirt

He just lifts the shirt up and slides into you

Loves pleasing you

Always eats you out like you’re his last meal

Such an amazing lover omfg

He wants to watch you come undone beneath him

He’ll definitely overstimulate the hell out of you

You were walking in the park with Jae, laughing at each other's jokes and stories from when you were younger. You looked over and saw an ice cream stand, immediately grabbing his hand and running over there to look at the selection. Before you could even grab your wallet and tell the worker what you wanted, Jae had already ordered your favorite flavor along with his own cone as he took his wallet out. You looked over to him smiling because he remembered your favorite, ”Thank you, Baby. you know I wasn’t expecting you to pay?” you tell him, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles over to you and nods, ”I know, but I still wanted to pay.” You chuckle then look down at his wallet and see in one of the clear sleeves a polaroid of the both of you. You had taken that picture on your first anniversary; you were both on the couch and he had his arms around you, and he was kissing your cheek. ”You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked after he put his wallet in his pocket,  the both of you grabbing your cones and walking down the path in the park. He quickly pulled his wallet back out and opened it to reveal the picture, he smiled so lovingly as he looked at the picture and remembered that day. ”Yeah, it’s my favorite picture of us.” ”Oh yeah, why’s that?” ”It’s the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he softly said, looking over to you. You stopped at his confession, looking up at him and smiling, ”I love you so much, Jae,” you begin as you lean up and kiss him, ”You’re a damn cheesy,” you finish before slightly smearing your cone on his nose. He gasps and begins laughing, ”Oh, you’re so done for!”

 Young K

What a gentleman

He randomly surprises you with flowers at work

He opens your car door for you

Actually, he opens every door for you

Even when you said he didn’t have to

But he just loves to do simple gestures like that

He always makes sure you’re taken care of

Especially when you’re sick

”Baby, I don’t want you to get sick!”

”I don't care, you need to be cared for! Now eat your soup and take your medicine.”

He’s very protective of you

But not in a toxic possessive way

You’re just his baby, you know?

He wants to make sure you don’t get hurt

Another one who’s very playful

Although, not so much in bed

He’s dominant and never lets you top

But jesus, is he so fucking great

He’ll have you crying in pleasure within 2 minutes

And that’s just when he uses his fingers

Don’t be a brat to this man cause oh boy

You’ll get punished with spankings, overstimulation, and orgasm denial

He won’t stop until you’re begging

But if you aren’t a brat

Look forward to praising and getting rewarded with what you want

 Brian had taken you out on a picnic in an area that was very secluded and breathtaking, you laid in his arms, both overlooking the shallow river in front of you. Brian played with your hair as he hummed ’Fly Me to The Moon’ by Frank Sinatra, it was a scene out of a romance movie.  ”The water looks so refreshing,” you stated, glancing up at him. He smiles then gets up and pulls you up with him ”Let’s go see how ’refreshing it is.” You giggle and run to the river with him, the cool water came up to your knees and you smirked at Brian and splashed him, he gives you a shocked look and returns the smirk ”Oh, you're gonna get it.” You both have a splash battle, your laughs erupting into the area around you. It ends with you jumping into his arms, he deeply kisses you then walks back to the picnic blanket and you both lay down with him on top of you. One thing leads to another and you’re both making love as the sunsets and twilight appears, a million stars shining on you both.

Wonpil

Absolutely soft for you

Loves kissing you so much

And just touching you

You have movie nights together 

He can be such a romantic cliche 

But you love it 

He randomly surprises you with flowers 

”I saw them, and I thought of you!”

He has big heart eyes for you

You could be doing a mundane task and he's just leaning on the wall watching you with a smile

Sometimes when you bend over while he's watching

His heart eyes turn to lust 

And depending on whether he's in his dom or sub headspace

He either pushes you over the nearest surface and then fucks you until you're screaming

Or comes up behind you and whines for you to touch him while pressing his bulge against you

If he's in his dom headspace and you want your way

Start softly begging for him and then take his fingers and suck on them

He will give you exactly what you want 

His sub headspace is so sfusud

If you're sitting down, he will get on his knees

Place kisses up your legs and tell you how much he needs you

 You woke up and immediately called the dream you were having; it was a wet dream. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you look over and see the Wonpil was still asleep, you sighed and decided to not wake him up, assuming he was exhausted after the previous night you had together. You slip your hand under your panties and begin rubbing your clit, your other hand covers your mouth to muffle the sounds trying to escape you. Just as you're about to push two fingers in, Wonpil’s voice fills the room ”What are you doing, Angel?” You halt your movements and widen your eyes, you begin to stutter while trying to find the words, his smirk is devilish as he hovers over you. ”I-I wasn't doing anything- I was j-” ”Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you just last night,” He purrs into your ear, you crumble and start roaming your hands his body. ”Baby, I need you so much. Please touch me.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips before replacing your hand in your panties with his own. 

 Dowoon

Another soft boy

He worships the ground you walk on

Makes sure you know how much he loves you everday

Ngl he is a little awkward at first in your relationship

But when he gets comfortable it’s amazing

You both have so much fun together

He tries to teach you how to play the drums

So patient with you and makes sure you don’t feel bad if you mess up

“Oops, not that one, Baby, you’re gonna hit the crash symbal not the hi-hat symbal. That’s okay though, I did that too when I was first learning! It took me forever to learn this part in this song.”

He’s always holding your hand

Anytime you ask him to help you with something he feels so happy

He loves it when you need him

And he loves it when you need him

When you need him, he feels so powerful and dominant

He’s definitely not a Hard Dom, he is sooo soft

He loves teasing you though

But when he is his usual submissive self

He is so pretty when he begs for you to fuck him

You caught him masturbating once and nearly fell apart when you heard him moaning your name

And you practically caved in when he looked up at you and pleaded for you to touch him

It was 2 A.M when you woke up to a call from Dowoon, he was on tour in a different country and even though it was only one more week until he was home, he was missing you a great deal. You groggily answer the phone, ”Hello?” ”Oh no, did I wake you up?” he asked, sounding a bit upset. You crack a small smile and reassuring him it's okay, besides you didn't have anything to do the next day, why not stay up all night talking to Dowoon? You both talk about each other's day, what was new and how his tour was going. There a small pause in the conversation before Dowoon speaks ”God...The things I would do just to see your face right now.” ”I know, Baby, I miss you so much right now.” ”One more week and then I'm cuddling you until the world ends.” You chuckle at his words, the both of you continue to talk until you end up falling asleep on the phone with him. Before Dowoon hung up, he said ”I love you so much, Baby, I'll see you when I get home.

[simplyfoxy]

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[youngkbf]

When You Love Someone ↠ Kang Younghyun

pairing: kang younghyun (youngk) x reader gender neutral

request by anon: Young k + when you love someone :)

summary: there’s not much I can do for you except being next to you, i’m sorry

genre: non idol!au, angst

warnings: none

wc: 1k+

an: i’m so so so so so sorry that this took me forever to do, i’m working on my mental health and i’ve recently got back to writing so hopefully i’ll post more soon. i hope you like it :)

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gif credits to youngqk

It wasn’t hard to notice it. If Younghyun was a cartoon character, little pink hearts would float around his head in an almost comical way. And even if it wasn’t hard to spot it, you’d still see it, desperately trying to see if the glint in his eyes mirrored yours whenever he looked at you. It was there, just not because of you. It was unrequited on both sides: you loved him but he loved someone else that didn’t love him back. It was almost like a broken love triangle, too unstable to shape itself into something real.

You knew from the start but never told him. Younghyun would never believe you, too hopeful, thinking he had a chance and refusing to see what was right in front of him. This was something that he had to figure out on his own, it was the only way he’d believe it.

That realization came sooner than you expected it, the clock on your nightstand indicating that it was past 1 am when Younghyun showed up at your door, hair and clothes dripping wet from the pouring rain. You ushered him inside, running to get him a towel and some clothes that he had left at your place after sleepovers. You didn’t notice right away that he was crying. Only when you sat behind him on your bed to dry his hair with the towel, Younghyun let out a sob. You called out his name gently as you moved to sit in front of him, the towel immediately forgotten at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He brought a shaky hand up to wipe his tears “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know where else to go.” He sniffled.

Your heart broke seeing him cry and the way that his voice sounded so weak did nothing to soothe your aching chest. But you remained silent, knowing that he’d talk at his own pace, opting to squeeze his hand in wordless reassurance.

“I confessed…” Younghyun started after a few seconds of silence “I thought I had a chance but-” Another sob escaped his lips, the memory, and the pain both still fresh in his mind “They’re in love with Sungjin.”

Park Sungjin, the bane of your existence. You knew who he was and his role in the dysfunctional love triangle ー perhaps square, if he’s in it too ー that you found yourself into. There was a part of you, the selfish one, that was glad that he existed since he was the reason your heart wasn’t completely torn apart. God knew how much it’d hurt to see Younghyun with someone else and in a somewhat good way, Sungjin was the one preventing that from happening. But the other part of you despised him. He was part of the reason Younghyun was falling apart right in front of your eyes. And as much as you hated the idea of seeing him with someone else, you hated to see him like that even more. You wanted him to be happy more than anything, even if it meant getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry.” With your free hand, you pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back as he buried his head on the crook of your neck.

“It’s not your fault.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. But I knew, you wanted to say, but bit your tongue and remained quiet. He had had enough heartbreak for one night, and you didn’t want to be responsible for changing the memory of when he saw the world through rose-colored lenses. When another sob escaped his lips and his free hand fisted the back of your shirt in an attempt to get some comfort, you were pulled away from your thoughts. Pushing your own struggles and pain aside, you focused on Younghyun. You held him until he stopped crying, rubbing his back and whispering reassuring words into his ear every once in a while.

Younghyun’s crying eventually died down, his body out of energy to cry for the night. You ushered him to lay down, eyes struggling to stay open as he sank into the warmth of your covers. Your stomach turned as the thought that Younghyun basically cried himself to sleep crossed your mind, but you forced yourself to keep it together just for a bit longer as you grabbed your pillow, ready to head to the couch for the rest of the night. However, Younghyun’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Stay.” He whispered, voice hoarse from all the crying “Please.”

Every fiber in your body knew this was a bad idea. You couldn’t fix his broken heart, and you couldn’t take away his pain no matter how much you wished for it. But that didn’t mean you had to sacrifice your own, right? One look at his pleading eyes, and you were already pulling back the covers. Younghyun’s hand quickly looked for yours under the covers and squeezed as if to remind himself he wasn’t going through this alone. It felt wrong, the way that your heart fluttered and broke in your chest, your stomach dropping but still filled with butterflies. But you let him, knowing that he needed it and once again putting him before everything, even yourself. Then his other arm was wrapped around your waist to pull you close so that he could bury his head in the crook of your neck. And you still let him.

“I love you.” Younghyun mumbled, lips brushing against your collarbone.

Your breath hitched in your throat before you managed to say it back, aware that your words had different meanings. He fell asleep soon after, breathing steady and his grip on you still firm. The knot in your throat kept getting tighter until you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly, but you couldn’t cry either. Not when Younghyun was sleeping next to you. The rain hitting the window brought you some comfort, if you couldn’t cry, the sky would do it for you.

Eventually, Younghyun’s warmth and the rain lulled you to sleep, with a heavy chest and mind clouded by a messy thread of thoughts that led you nowhere. You decided to set everything aside just for the rest of the night. There was nothing else you could do at the moment and in the end, you would still have to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. But not until you put his back together.

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[kpopblurbs]

since it's sungjinnie's bday, would u write a quick sungjin bday smut one shot/drabble??

A/N: It’s still Sungjin’s birthday for me so I’m not late I swear lmao

You sighed, tossing your phone down onto the bed where you were sitting and looking at Sungjin who was entirely focused on his computer. He had taken the day off for his birthday but was still determined to get his work done from home and you were getting frustrated. “Sungjin, it’s your birthday, stop working.” you said, the impatience seeping through your words.

“I’m almost done, I swear.” he said, glancing at you and giving you a smile before turning back to the computer. You let out another sigh before getting up and moving behind him, you leaned forward and kissed the top of his head as you brought your hands to his shoulders and began to slide them down his chest. He leaned back into your embrace slightly before catching himself and clearing his throat, “Not now, I just really need to get this done.” he said as he brought his focus back to his computer.

“No you don’t, you have the day off, that can wait until you go back to work.” you said before pulling your arms off of him. You moved to crouch down next to him, your chin resting on the arm of his chair as you looked up at him and pouted, “Just pay attention to me.” you whined.

“I will, just.. in a few minutes.” he said, he patted the top of your head gently before his hand went back to his keyboard.

You frowned, “Fine.” you said before moving to tuck yourself under his desk and nudging his legs apart so there was room for you between them.

“What are you doing?” he asked looking down at you and cocking an eyebrow.

“Just because you’re busy doesn’t mean I can’t give you your birthday treat.” you said with a smile before gesturing upwards, “Go ahead go back to work, don’t mind me.”

He sighed and squinted at you, “You know I’m not gonna be able to get any work done if you do what I think you’re gonna do.”

“That’s an interesting hypothesis I guess we’ll have to do some experiments.” you said before reaching up and palming at him through his sweats. His hips twitched back slightly from the unexpected touch before he pressed himself up into your hand with a sigh. “Come on, Sungjin, work, I thought it was important.” you encouraged and he sighed.

“You’re gonna kill me one day I swear.” he said, his attention lingering on you for a second before he forced himself to stare at his computer. You smiled before reaching up and tugging the waistband of his pants down just enough to be able to reach into his underwear and pull out his slowly hardening dick. You spat into your hand making him glance down and watch as you wrapped your hand around his dick. You stroked him slowly, getting his dick to full hardness before leaning forward and licking off the precum that had started to collect at the tip. His hips twitched from the sensation and a grunt slipped from his mouth, you smiled at the reaction before opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the tip of his dick. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, stopping occasionally to tongue at the slit before you sank down further. You stopped just before you would normally gag and pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his dick letting it drag along him as you pulled back. You went back to focusing on the tip of his dick, using your hand to stroke his shaft at a steady pace, bobbing your head slightly in time with the strokes.

His hand moved to the back of your head and tangled into your hair though he didn’t apply pressure. His grip was tight and his hand moved with your head as you bobbed up and down, his nails scratching gently at your scalp as his hand clenched and unclenched. His hips were starting to twitch up randomly and you kept your pace steady, enjoying the way his dick was twitching in your mouth as his grunts turned into low moans. It wasn’t much longer before he was tapping one of his fingers on the back of your head, “I’m gonna cum.” he gasped out between moans.

You hummed in acknowledgement before sinking further down on him, hollowing out your cheeks, and sucking hard. He came with a soft groan, his hips bucking up as you swallowed his load as it shot into your mouth.  You worked him through his orgasm before pulling off with a pop and looking up at him. “Happy birthday, Sungjin.” you said softly.

He smiled down at you, his expression was that of pure bliss as he moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek. “Thank you.” he said before scooting back and giving you enough room to emerge from beneath his desk. He tucked himself back into his pants before standing up, “You’re right, work can wait, let’s celebrate my birthday.” he said.

“Oh so all it took was a blow job to get you up?” you asked.

“Hush.” he chided and you laughed before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to spend the rest of his birthday relaxing and watching movies.

[taeguboi]

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[paper-girls]

[ 0 5 : 1 9 ] Jae rolls over in bed to find you fast asleep. Dawn breaking through the windows, he give you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Good morning, baby.”

[sungxmin]

Stress (m)

» pairing; sungjin x fem!reader » genre; PWP / fluff » word count; 4.7k » synopsis; sungjin has been under stress lately but thank god he has you. » warnings; grinding, blowjob, the reader being horny notes; this is my first one-shot for day6 and its literally just smut lol, but I hope yall like it. 

Sungjin was such a sedulous leader, staying up late in the studio, working on lyrics for the group's next track. Brian had told Sungjin countless times to not push himself past his limits, how he should be relaxing when everyone else was. Of course, the sweet male smiled and brushed off his stress as if it were nonexistent, but the concern each of the other members had never faded.

Sometimes they would force him out the building so he could see some damn sunlight. Why he wanted so badly to come up with unrivaled themes to match the deep libretto that embodies the group, no one knew. Some might say he was a bit of a perfectionist, but even so, that much pent up stress he bore needed to be released.

So here you were, pulling up a chair besides Sungjin and making sure he could see the frown marring your face. You could see him nervously swallow the lump down his throat as he avoided your keen gaze on him. "Five more minutes," he spoke up over the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to form as your eyes on him was unyielding. "You said that five minutes ago." you countered.

"I'm serious this time..."

"Damn it Sungjin, you said that too."

He opened his mouth to speak but recalled his earlier spoken words and closed his mouth before pressing his lips in a thin line.

You propelled your body forward, forcing the chair even closer to Sungjin until your legs were practically tangling with his. "Babe, I'm almost finished with this."

You rolled your eyes at his cute whiny tone. He knew you were usually a soft sucker for when his voice would get small, though when you showed that you were done with him putting off rest for one day, he started to stall.

Sungjin sighed and turned his body to face you. He cupped your face in his warm hands and leaned down to press his lips against your nose, giving it a sweet Eskimo kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down to gently caress your cheek, noticing how you relaxed under his touch. "Five more minutes," he said and you slapped his hands away.

"Five more minutes my ass." It was like he was stuck on repeat. An annoying cycle. But you weren't going to let him waste potentially gratifying hours only to finish writing something without a deadline printed on it. No, he was going to leave this depressing studio and you were going to make sure of that.

You abruptly stood to your feet, the rolling chair you previously sat on now rolling backward behind you. Sungjin's brows knitted in confusion until you suddenly pulled his hand toward you, trying to get him out his chair. But alas, he was too heavy for you to lift.

Realizing what your motives were, Sungjin stifled a laugh. Oh, how cute he thought you looked right now. You put more distance between your feet and slightly squatted, thinking it would give you an advantage. It did not.

Then Sungjin pulled his hand back, causing you to stumble forward, the chance of accidentally bumping foreheads with him becoming eminent scaring you. In swift movements, the brunette male maneuvered your body to smoothly land on his lap. Your face flushed from being inches away from his smirking one. That suave fucker...he was always so quick to turn from playful to smug.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer in his chest. One whiff of his cologne alone made you melt on his lap, the savory aroma clouding your senses for a moment. He smelt so good and you wanted to stay in that position, but you had to remind yourself the reason why you barged through those doors an hour ago and it was not to banter for almost thirty minutes nor was it to cuddle in his unnaturally comfortable arms.

Once back in reality, you detached yourself from him. You pointed a stern finger at him and then motioned to the door, "Out. Now."

The smirk never left his face even as he crossed his arms in amusement, "Make me."

You huffed before giving him a faux smile. "Fine then, I will."

After saying that, Sungjin raised one eyebrow at you and you dashed to go behind his chair and with all your might, you yanked the leather material with enough strength to drag it backward. He didn't expect you go try to drag him out -literally- by his chair. Despite his arms reaching out to grab on something sturdy, you had already pulled him back far away from his desk and anything strapping.

You turned your head back, the creek in the door was all you focused on. So close to getting him out this room that you didn't care about what you would do first once he was out or at least in the hall. You'd probably get back up there if any of the members were even in range.

Your back was almost against the door to push it fully open when suddenly your ass was met with the solid ground and the chair was released from your grip, rolling off somewhere else. You hissed at the pain forming on your cheeks and you looked up to see an extremely contrite Sungjin.

"Oh no, baby, I didn't think you'd fall!" he bent down to try help you up but you swatted him off you, upset that he got out the chair.

"Well, did you think I would fly?" you retorted, a frown taking place on Sungjin's face because of your sarcastic reply.

You could visibly see his hurt in the pout he had, but he couldn't see the hurt on your rear. He didn't mean for you to fall hard as you did- or fall at all, only planned on getting up so you wouldn't get him out.

And like any other girlfriend would in your situation, you used his guilt to give yourself an edge.

"Ah ah..." you feign hurt, causing Sungjin to panic.

"Does it hurt that bad? Damn, ___, I'm so sorry!" he continued spewing out apologies, his hands ever so gently gripping your shoulder. You placed your pointer finger to his lips, the action momentarily shushing him.

"I think I bruised my tailbone." A clear lie. There was barely any pain leftover.

When Sungjin wanted to rush you to the hospital, you had to convince him that it wasn't that grave but kept him thinking there was a hint of soreness in you.

"You know, I'd probably feel a lot better if we went to the break room to put some ice on it," you soften the look in your eyes and held your arms out to him, "carry me?"

Sungjin nodded and turned around so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders and he'll give you a piggyback ride to the break room. You did as he wanted, fake wincing each time you moved and his hands extended back until they found your thighs to bring you close to his body as he stood up.

Sungjin wasn't the type of guy to hit the gym daily, although that didn't mean he completely shied away from it. You knew that and you definitely won't forget it every time you touch his body which was quite often.

When he didn't have you writhing beneath him in pleasure, there would be a chance of him doing a fitting exercise or slaving away at work. And quite recently he has been working a lot, leaving you with your own pent up frustrations.

He'd try to make it up to you with gifts and going down on you for hours, but he hasn't lately and the ache between your legs craved him. Just breathing in his scent is making you reminisce of how you begged him to fuck you harder. Damn, you missed the stars he'd have you see.

Sungjin arrived at the break room and bent down to allow you to slide off his back. The room was empty of other living souls - clear as the day everyone had gone back to their house or carried work home with them. You started to amble to the counter normally then it hit you that you're supposed to act bruised. Then you limped slightly, letting out pseudo groans with each slow step until you reached the counter. "Honey, can you get the ice for me, please?" you asked sweetly.

He heeded your request, fishing an ice pad out the short freezer in the corner and handing it to you. "Can you do it for me?" you bend over on the granite surface, the cold top kissing your skin cooly as you purposefully stuck your ass out. "Please?"

Sungjin swallowed thickly, darting his tongue out to wet his dry lips before asking, "Whe- Where does it mostly hurt?"

You smirked at how he stuttered and turned your upper body around enough to reach for the hand that gripped the ice pack a little too tightly and brought it to press on the part between the small of your back and the top of your ass. "Right there."

You 'accidentally' let out a moan upon the feeling of cool sensations the pack managed to give you, despite the layers of clothes in its way. So you kindly asked Sungjin if he could be a dear and move your clothes out the way to properly feel the ice soothe your ache.

Doing as you wanted very much turned on the male. He suppressed his hormones the most he could as he raised your shirt far enough to display your waist and pulled your pants, and panties, down by the waistband only about an inch.

He bit down on his lower lip, his eyes eating up how good you looked. He'd gladly pull your clothing further down and bury his dick so deep in you that you choke on your sobs. But he didn't do that. Sungjin simply pressed the cold pack on your hot skin and tried his best to ignore how you whimpered at the feeling.

Oblivious of how you schemed him out his studio, his mind concentrated on other things. Right now you wanted to rile him up to the point where he fucks you inside the public break room though that wasn't going to happen since he still believed you were in agony.

Albeit, that didn't stop you from moving backward until the pants that hugged your figure met with the front of Sungjin's jeans. You pretended like you didn't know what you were doing, playing it off as nothing as you shifted on your feet and your ass swayed in front of him. Salacious thoughts flooded his mind and as he was about to ask what you were doing, someone else beat him to it.

Sungjin snapped to the side, away from your bent-over frame. You rolled your eyes in chagrin at the sound of Jae's voice. Without even looking you could tell he was sniggering. Sungjin scratched the back of his head, the tip of his ears showing a new shade of pink. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, ___ got hurt and she needed ice on it," Sungjin explained, repositioning his stance to hide his hard-on. The tightening of his jeans making it difficult, however.

Jae hummed, knowing that his presence had interrupted something from potentially happening. He skipped away from you two, opting to wait until later to get a snack out the break room. You straightened your posture and Sungjin's eyes widen in shock when he didn't notice any sign of pain or soreness in you. "How did you--" He was about to interrogate you because you seemed fine but you got a hold of his wrist and talked over him.

"Don't be dramatic, I'll explain later," you said, dragging him out yet another room, "Let's dip."

Sungjin was puzzled at first. From when you hauled him out the massive building with a superficial injury to your tailbone to when you forced him to ride in the passenger seat of your car. He kept prodding with questions like "Doesn't it still hurt?" and "How are you walking fine?" and even "Are you magic or something?"

Only when you approached where you wanted to go did you explain how you might have exaggerated the pain. Sungjin began to whine about how he thought he accidentally broke you and then you glanced sideways to give him the 'are you serious' expression, your orbs happen to catch a peek at Sungjin's lap.

He had both hands above his lap, barely covering the bulge in his jeans. You licked your chapped lips, images of what you'd do to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling he's having right now. However, you stopped yourself from imagining. Why? Because you had already pulled up to the beach.

Part of you knew that Sungjin wanted nothing more than to be at ease (but you gave him a boner) and you felt sort of guilty for making him stress more by thinking he hurt you. So, you pushed away your horniness and decided to give him respite. He deserved it so much.

You both end up spending the day galloping in the sand, ordering sundaes from nearby ice cream carts and sticking y'all feet in the water while splashing the salty sea onto each other. The ear to ear grin that was accompanying Sungjin's handsome features was making your chest warm with giggles streaming from your lips every time he got playful. God, you missed this. It was such a perfect sunny day outside and he was going to miss out on all of this if he was still cooped up in that stuffy building.

You hadn't heard that deep, throaty laugh of his in what seemed like weeks. He was enjoying himself, the strong breeze in the air-kissing his body as it flows by. The wind was pushing back his hair, his forehead showed more and fuck, you loved seeing that. You could slowly feel the build-up of heat spreading between your thighs, creating that ache that would coax you to jump on him and fuck him so nicely.

"What's on your mind darling?" Sungjin's question brought you out your daze. Focusing back to him, he was sitting so close to you that his scent engulfed you in its heavenly fragrance. Your cheeks started to gain a tinge of color, knowing that you can't tell him that you were imagining him dicking you down at the public beach. Only because there were so many people around, you both would get caught almost immediately. The fervent scenarios circling your mind about possibly getting caught riled up your zen to jump into his lap.

"Oh, nothing..." you lied through a forced smile.

"You sure? Are you tired baby?" Sungjin scooted closer to you, sand marking his jeans but he didn't mind. His hand ascended to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly caressing your skin and you breathe out a shaky breath. Sungjin liked doing this. His hand alone held so much warmth that your core burned with the need to be filled. He was also so hot, even in cool weather. God, you were horny. "We can leave if you like?"

You nodded your head hastily, intertwining his hand that once held your cheek so lovingly with yours and yanking him towards your car.

The car ride was silent except you could hear the pounding of your heart against your ribcage. The cause? You were so amorous for something, anything to push you over that blissful edge. And what made matters worse was Sungjin's hand on your thigh while the other was steering the wheel. Goodness. You tried so hard not to clench your legs together even though you wanted to.

Today was meant to just get him out the studio and have a leisure-filled day. You wanted to give him a break except all you could think about is having him pull over to the roadside and relieving yourself with his fingers, but you had to remember that this is his day off and you'd gladly palliate him of his tangible built-up stress.

It was about five minutes later and Sungjin pulled up to the place you call home. You led him inside, he locked the door behind him and was about to chill in the living room where he thought you wanted to go cuddle until you abruptly pushed him against the wall to connect lips with yours in a desperate kiss.  

He was baffled at first at your impetuous actions but soon he melted in the kiss, his arms finding their way around your lower half, bring you closer into his chest. Wanting to feel you better, Sungjin swiftly turned you around, your back coming in contact with the wall with a thud sound.

You felt the cheeky grin he had against your lips and both your hands traveled up his lusty structure to tug on his short, brown curls, earning a soft gasp from him.

The kiss got messier, sloppy movements as Sungjin's wet tongue eagerly prod against yours, needing to taste more of you. His left hand descended, finding the soft flesh of your thigh and gripping it towards him as he grinds against you. The cotton fabric of your pants and Sungjin's jeans allowed for little friction. Sungjin noticed this and held a growl in his throat.

In quick movements, Sungjin lifts your other thigh, taking you off the ground and settling you on the couch. His tall build hovered over you. He broke the kiss to hook his hands inside the band of your pants, panties and all and only managed to pull it down no more than two inches off your hips before you halted his actions.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, shocked that you made him stop.

"Uh, I..." your cheeks grew hot as you gazed into his eyes that held worry in them. He thought he had done something he shouldn't have and Sungjin would not ever want to do anything that would make you feel uneasy.

He was always tending to your needs before his, wishing to pleasure you first and foremost. Sungjin was that type of guy and you appreciated him so fucking much.

"Sit right here." you pat a spot on the couch and despite being addled at the moment, Sungjin obeyed, tugging his tight jeans away from his body as he sat down. You sat up from your lied down position and moved to kneel in between Sungjin's legs. As you reached forward to undo his jeans, Sungjin caught on to what you were doing and placed his hands over yours. "Baby, what are you doing?"

As if your face couldn't get any hotter, it just went ablaze. "I- I just want to...please you." The last part came out in almost a whisper, but he heard you.

You weren't looking at him this time, your head was cocked to the side in embarrassment. You've never gone down on him before, so you couldn't help but feel shy at his words. Throughout your relationship with him, Sungjin has been willingly eating you out with every chance he got. That proficient tongue of his always managed to get you off, sometimes without the use of his fingers because you were already squirming in ecstasy as your release washed over you so satisfyingly. Now you just wanted to return the same blissful feeling to him.

"You know you don't have to." The tips of his forefinger and thumb gently grasp your chin to turn your head towards him. A soft smile and gentle eyes were so comforting from him, but it did not make you feel reluctant to do what you were planning to do.

Okay so a big part of you really wanted to suck his dick and being only inches away from his prominent hard-on was not going to diffuse your thirst to taste him. "But I want to," you said through a slight pout, pulling on his zipper.

Sungjin still tried to reassure you that you don't need to go down on him if you're not comfortable with it or if you felt pressured by him he's sorry and continued rambling on with nonsense about social norms so you had to shut him up.

"Christ Sungjin, just let me suck your dick!" The words had already flown out your mouth, making the sitting male swallow hard and undo his jeans for you.

You smirked in victory as you watched him lift his hips off the couch only high enough for him to push the clothing material down to pool at his ankles. The underwear he was still sporting showed the divine outline of his dick.

This wasn't the first time you've seen his dick, obviously, but the sight always makes you shiver with arousal. Speaking of which, your panties were practically soaked and you clenched your legs together. You expected Sungjin to pull his boxer briefs down but he didn't and when you glanced up, you saw his head shyly tilted to the side, arms stiff at his sides.

You then placed one hand on his thigh, moving his legs further apart to move in closer. WIth your other hand, you palmed him over the smooth cloth, garnering a stuttered jerk into your hand. You pleasantly observed his reactions, his ears were red, matching his cheeks, and his eyes were tightly shut. As you continued to slowly knead him, Sungjin grew impatient, craving more than what you were wantonly giving him.

"___, at least don't tease." He breathes out a silent beg and god did you not hesitate.

You used both hands to hook the top of the fabric to pull down and his throbbing cock came into view. The engorged tip was an angry red, lightly wet with pre-cum. You swallowed a nervous lump down your throat, preparing it to be able to take his length.

Sungjin's shlong was impressively above average but not too big to make you think he'll rip you open. He had your preferred length in a guy with a lush girth that always provided you with a delicious stretch.

You grasp his cock in your hand, a light grip on it as you brought it to your lips and darted your tongue out to take a kitten lick. Sungjin pressed his lips together, his body involuntarily slouched a bit down and his dick pressed against your lips. You took this as an encouragement to open your mouth and take all of his head inside.

Your mouth was hot and wet, causing the male to have a sharp intake of air. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so good; he had to clench his fist to stop his keen desire to thrust upwards and watch you choke on his dick.

He wanted you to take your time even though he would've loved to be buried in your beautiful throat.

You licked all around his head then sucked fervidly and kept repeating those movements while slowly taking more and more of his cock each time you pulled away. Sungjin was going mad, his chest heaving as he lets out subdued groans. The tip of his dick finally grazed the back of your throat and you couldn't take any more of him so you used your hand to give him languid strokes where your mouth couldn't reach, spreading your saliva to make the glide more pleasurable. That's when he lets his hips snap forward, causing you to pull back with a choke.

"F-Fuck, shit, sorry." he stammered and when he opened his eyes to look at you- lips puffy with soft pants leaving them, eyes so pure it conceals the tinge of color on your cheeks, and a thin thread of your spit connecting from his dick to your lips, a sight so erotic he swears he could almost cum from it.

His cock twitched in your hand and his hips started to thrust, trying to make up for the lost simulation he so desperately craved. You accepted his apology by descending your head once again and taking more of him this time, tears beginning to swell up in the corner of your eyes. A ragged breath was forced out of Sungjin and when you started bobbing your head again, he couldn't suppress his moans of bliss. He watched your cheeks hollowed as you passionately sucked him, creating obscene noises as you did so.

"God, ___, where did you-- ungh- learn to do this?" Sungjin reached forward and kept the strands of your hair from falling on your face and blocking his rapturous view of you sheathing his dick in your mouth so perfectly.

You moaned around him as a response, not able to talk with your mouth full and all. The vibrations sent him into a frenzy, his hips instantaneously driving upwards and his hold on your hair tightened. He controlled the movements and speed of your head and you forced your eyes to stay open and gaze at him.

You could tell he was close by his expression. Mouth agape, nostrils flaring and the overflowing lust in his eyes as he held eye contact with you. Even though he manipulated your mouth on his thick meat, he didn't force you to take all of him all at once, only bringing your head down on half of him before pulling you back up.

Sungjin moved his other hand up to gingerly cup your face and use his thumb to carefully wipe away the tear that never spilled. His thrust started to stagger, curse words cascading from his lips in guttural moans while never tearing his eyes away from you. "Shit, ___, baby I'm gonna cum."

With that warning, you removed his hold on your hair and started roughly sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue around it so lewdly as your hand pumped the rest of his length. One last growl ripped from his throat, his cum shot into your mouth and you moved your hand slower, helping him ride out his orgasm as his hips kept jerking sporadically. You continued stroking, swallowing his creamy load until you milked it all out of him and he pulled your head off of him, the sensitivity was too much for him to bear.

Sungjin swallowed dry after seeing you slurp up his cum like it was your favorite juice. "Damn..." he chuckled, feeling his coyness come back.

You weren't feeling shy any more though, finally had the chance to get him off. He surely wasn't stressed like he was prior in the day when you tried dragging him out JYP building.

"I didn't know you were so good at that." he continued to praise you and then his expression turned serious. "About earlier today, I was just worried about our music and how if the fans didn't like it, they wouldn't like us anymore. I let it get to my head, I'm sorry." As Sungjin apologized, his forever warm hand still cupped your face and his thumb was rubbing soothing circles on your soft skin. You took his hand in yours and planted a kiss on it.

"I forgive you, but next time when I tell you to take a break, you will, yeah?"

Sungjin nodded in compliance, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his hearty smile came on to show. "Yeah."

"Good," You said, standing up off your sore knees, taking your pants off in the process and crawling onto his lap with your legs at his sides. You started to grind on him, Sungjin's heart rate picking up once again as he felt your arousal through your panties. "You know, I could use a little break myself, wanna help me?" Your voice was sultry with words seemingly innocent but was nowhere near it.

He responded by gripping grabbing your ass and rutting upwards, his dick already pulsating for another release. You smirk at how hard he got already and leaned down to press your lips against his. A mewl emitted from you when you felt his fingers rub your clothed heat before hooking the material with his forefingers and pulling it to the side. Your slick juices coated his cock and your insides burned, ready for what's coming next.

[idontknowapil]

Sungjin and Brian both have big dick energy

[kwanisms]

⤑ genre: supernatural au, incubus!Sungjin, smut ⤑ pairing: incubus!Sungjin x occultist!Reader ⤑ warning: smut, supernatural elements, satanic and occult themes, sexual content, praise kink, slight cumplay at the end, choking kink, facefucking ⤑ summary: Sungjin is an incubus that hasn't seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, not thinking the ritual would work, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn't make deals; but that doesn't mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right? ⤑ word count: 7.4k

a/n:  there’s a lot of praise and dirty talk in this and Sungjin says kitten a lot but i felt it was fitting for an incubus lmao but anyway, please enjoy this dirty little oneshot!

➭ collab masterlist

When it came to the occult, no one was curious or knowledgeable as you. Well, except maybe the experts but you wouldn't admit that. No, when it came to the occult, you were more than fascinated. You were obsessed.

You had read every book you could get your hands on. Everything from witchcraft to demons to the stars in the sky and how their position affected the human psyche and physical being. You had studied it all.

The one thing you hadn't gotten a hold of was a Grimoire. A witch's black book. What fascinated you the most about this book were the rumors that it was full of spells and rituals of everything to do with healing to human sacrifice and summoning demons.

Most accounts claimed these books didn't exist. Others claimed they did but were not as dark as legends led one to believe. Regardless of its contents, you were determined to get your hands on this book, one way or another.

Lucky for you, your wish came true one night; Hallow's Eve of all nights.

Your day started like any other, getting ready for work, heading out the door as usually, stopping for your usual coffee and getting to the bookshop right on time. Once inside, you grabbed your apron and tied it on, greeting your co-worker, Ayumi. 

Ayumi couldn't have been more opposite from you, dressing in light colors, mainly pastels and white, lots of floral patterns but nothing that screamed grandma's bedding.

You on the other hand wore exclusively ten shades of black.

You were greeted right back by Ayumi's bright smile and bubbly personality as she said good morning. She was in the midst of preparing a cup of coffee as the bookshops only barista. How she did it, you had no idea.

You took your place behind the cash register, starting your day by counting your till and making sure the starting amount was where it needed to be. You shut the till with a slight bang and winced, mouthing an apology to a nearby customer. Once you were open, customers started flocking over to purchase their books.

It was easy work but annoying when customers asked questions that could have been answered simply by using their eyes to look around the shop.

A couple hours passed by before Ayumi's station had calmed down enough that she could strike up a conversation with you.

"Wow," she said as she wiped down the counter with a towel. "I think that's the busiest I've been on a Thursday in a while," she said, a smile on her face.

It was hard not to smile around Ayumi. She just had one of those personalities. "Yeah, you looked like a drowning kitten," you joked. Ayumi giggled and waved her hand.

Anyone else would have been horrified and disturbed to hear your joke but not Ayumi. She knew you and she knew you were joking. Working together for 3 years would do that.

The next couple hours passed without incident, the occasional customer here and there but most of them came in for the coffee and, let's be real, they came in for Ayumi.

It was close to the end of your shift, you were wiping down your computer when Ayumi spoke up. 

"Hey, you work at the museum, right?" she asked. You perked up and turned to her. "Uh, yeah?" you said cautiously, wondering if she was going to ask for free or discounted tickets or something.

Ayumi tucked her towel in the pocket of her apron before resting her elbows on the counter, arms crossed as she gave you a cheeky grin. "You ever see anything… interesting?" she asked. You fixed her with a blank stare.

"Define interesting?" you asked and Ayumi rolled her eyes. "Come on, Y/N," she said, with a slight chuckle. "You know what I mean!" You shrugged your shoulders, looking down.

"I don't know," you replied honestly. "I mean, I guess so?" Ayumi snorted and bounced in place. "Come on, Y/N! Tell me!" she pleaded, using her sugar sweet voice that annoyed you and she knew it annoyed you.

"Oh shush, Ayumi," you retorted, stifling a laugh as she started to whine like a child. "Y/NNNNNN," she begged, drawing out the end of your name. You rolled your eyes and gave in. "Alright, fine!" you groaned and Ayumi immediately squealed with glee and ran around from behind the coffee counter to rush over into your station to listen to your story.

"It's not that weird," you admitted. "But it is weird." Ayumi nodded quickly and fixed her big doe like eyes on you as you started to tell her about the time you worked the closing shift at the museum and swore you were being watched. 

When you finished, Ayumi shivered and smiled, eyes wide with intrigue and glee. "That's so weird!" she whispered. You shook your head and glanced at the clock. "Ok, it's time to go," you said, nodding at the clock.

Ayumi huffed. "I wish you didn't have to leave," she said as she headed back to her station. "I wanna hear more spooky stories." You rolled your eyes again as you untied your apron. “I’ll see you on Monday,” you said as you folded your apron, set up the closed sign on the counter and headed to clock out in the back.

When you came back out the back, Ayumi handed you a cup. “For your walk to the museum,” she added with a sweet smile. You thanked her, taking a sip of the hot beverage before heading out into the cool, crisp night and making your way across town towards the museum.

The walk to the museum was mainly uneventful. You passed people on the streets, everyone of them buzzing with excitement over the holiday. For you, however, Hallow’s Eve wasn’t too exciting. You had long grown out of the dressing up and asking for candy phase so at this point, Halloween was just another day, one you usually had to work including this year.

Upon entering the museum, you checked your phone to make sure you had plenty of time. You did.

You headed through the employees only door to deposit your bag and change into your uniform. It wasn’t much of a uniform. You basically wore a jacket with the word ‘security’ on the back and your name printed in the upper left part of your chest. You grabbed your phone from your coat and slipped it into your pocket before shutting your locker and heading back out to the hallway.

Once out there, you ran into the janitor who smiled politely and nodded as he went about his business. Your boss looked over as you walked toward him and he looked over your appearance. “Well,” he said stiffly. “At least you remembered to wear your jacket this time,” he said. “I also wore tennis shoes,” you added in a deadpan tone. Your boss glanced down at your knee high converse, saying nothing.

“Right,” he said, choosing to ignore what you said in favor of handing over a folder. “Your list of nightly duties has changed,” he said as you opened the folder and flipped through it. “We’ve given you a new set of keys after the last ring… disappeared,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you.

Glancing up at him, you gave him a grimace before going back to the papers. Your boss continued to ramble on as he explained what had changed since your last shift but you couldn’t focus on him. Instead, your attention was drawn toward the loading dock.

Two men were carrying a medium sized wooden crate. Stamped on the side in red ink were the words ‘DANGER’ and ‘DO NOT OPEN WITHOUT SUPERVISION.’ Your eyes widened as you peered around your boss at the curiosity. “Y/N? Are you listening to me?” he asked.

Your attention snapped back to him. “Sorry, sir. Got distracted,” you said, nodding towards the crate. Your boss turned to see the delivery men waving him down. “Oh, you’re here already?” he asked, making his way over. You followed quickly and investigated the crate while your boss signed for it.

“What’s in there?” you asked one of the delivery drivers.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just deliver the products,” he admitted with a shrug. With the necessary documents signed, the two men left, leaving the box on a table in the backroom. You turned back towards your boss. “What’s in there?” you asked.

Your boss looked at the crate and then back at you. “Some kind of occult nonsense. The owners were very keen on displaying it for Halloween but it’s late,” he added. You tried to hide your interest, your curiosity was now peaked and you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else for the rest of the night.

Once your boss left, you set about securing the building, checking the unlocked and locked rooms, making sure no one had stayed inside the building. Once your walkthrough had been done, you went to the security room to check the cameras. You saw nothing so you settled down in your chair and pulled out your phone. You had a few notifications from tumblr but you ignored them. That hellsite was dead anyway.

Your phone notification went off, the notification bar showing you had a text from Ayumi. You opened the message to check it. She asked if anything spooky had happened and you rolled your eyes. You replied quickly but jumped when a bang caught you off guard. You looked up to see the janitor giving you a smirk. “Did I scare ya?” he asked. You let out a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah,” you admitted.

The janitor laughed and announced he was heading out and would lock the door behind him. You waved goodbye and turned back to the cameras to watch him leave the building. You were now alone.

The first hour of your shift passed quickly. Nothing to report, so you played a few games on your phone, mostly Among Us and then a coloring app. Another hour into your shift, you ordered pizza for delivery. It took no time to arrive and when your phone buzzed, the screen flashing with a call, you ran for the front door, unlocked it and handed the driver some notes. “Keep the change!” you said you handed it to him.

He thanked you and headed back to his car as lightning flashed overhead. You locked the doors and ran back to the security room to chow down on your pizza and watch videos on your phone. You were really getting into watching a new upload from Markiplier on YouTube when something on one of the cameras caught your eye.

Pausing the video, you glanced up at the screen in question. It was a camera outside the backroom where the wooden crate had been put. You watched a few seconds more before something dark flew past the camera lens, causing you to sit upright in your seat. You set your half eaten slice of pizza down, grabbed your flashlight and phone and headed out into the corridor.

You walked quickly but not too quickly as you shined your flashlight around, the beam falling over the shiny surface of the marble floors and bronze fixtures. You reached the hallway where you had seen the blur and found it empty before heading over to the locked door to the back room and peered in through the glass. The crate sat exactly where it was left. You tried the handle and confirmed the room was indeed locked.

You decided to forego entering the room, chalking it up to your imagination and turned to start the walk back to the security office before your pizza got cold. You had only walked a few steps when a loud crash from behind the door caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun around and gasped when you saw a dark shadow looking at you from inside the room.

Shining your light in the window, the shadow disappeared. Your heart raced as you slowly inched forward. You peered into the room once more and decided you had to check inside now. Pulling the keys from your pocket, you identified the correct key and unlocked the door, turning the knob slowly and pushed open the door.

Inside the room appeared to be empty but you took your time, examining the whole room thoroughly and cautiously. You were certain you had seen someone but now you could see that the room was completely empty and the door you had come in was the only way in and out of the room.

You sighed and shook your head, chalking it up to your imagination as lightning flashed out in the hallway. You headed for the door only to step on something that made a slight clunking sound against the concrete. You lifted your foot and shined the light down to see a crowbar had been somehow thrown from its hanging spot on the wall several feet to where it lay now.

“What the fuck?” you whispered. You bent down and grabbed it, the smooth steel cold against your fingers as you clenched your fist around it. “How did you get all the way over here?” you asked the crowbar, as if it would explain its acrobatics to you just like that.

Shaking your head once more, you turned to hang it back up but stopped when you heard your name being whispered. Not out loud but more like… inside your head. You froze, eyes widening before you slowly turned to check the empty room. Your eyes darted around, looking for some logical explanation, the crowbar still in your hand when your eyes landed on the crate.

You looked at the crowbar in your hand and then back at the crate. ‘What if?’ you asked yourself before shaking your head. “No way,” you whispered, turning to hang up the crowbar. “I would so get fired for that.” You turned from the crowbar now hanging on its hook and moved for the door but stopped again when you heard your name being called from inside your own head. You turned to look at the crate.

Your eyes flitted to the crowbar and back to the wooden crate, the words 'DANGER' staring back at you before you made up your mind. ‘What is one little peek gonna hurt?’ you told yourself walking over to the wall and grabbing the crowbar once again. You walked over to the table, removing your jacket and setting it aside. You inspected the crate closely, running your finger over the wood.

Half expecting a splintered piece to become lodged in your skin, you were surprised by not only the smoothness of the wood but by how new it looked. It looked like a freshly constructed box. Not taking a moment longer to dwell on it, you found a place to shimmy the pry end of the crowbar into and started to loosen the top of the crate. It came up surprisingly easy.

Once the top was removed, you set the crowbar aside and grabbed your flashlight, using it to peer inside the crate to see what oddities lay inside. You were met with a surprising and annoying amount of packing. Pushing this aside, you reached further into the box until your fingers met the edge of something hard. You set the flashlight aside and reached your other hand inside to grab the object and lift it up out of the crate.

It looked to be a book of sorts. You set it on the table and grabbed your flashlight once more, shining the beam over the book. It read ‘Ars Goetia.’ Your eyes widened as you realized just exactly what you were looking at. In all the years of research, you had heard of this book but most accounts believed it to be either lost to the ages or have never existed at all. And yet here it was, in your hands.

You took a step back, breathing heavily. From what you understood, this book was filled with different rituals to summon demons and make pacts with them. You didn’t really believe that one could summon demons or spirits but the idea fascinated you immensely. You stared at the book for a few more seconds before approaching it and opening the cover.

The inside was written in Latin and you thanked yourself mentally for taking courses in Latin when you were in college. You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over the texts and images before stopping on a page where an image depicted a young woman summoning a demon to make a pact.

You slammed the book shut, grabbed your jacket and put it back on before grabbing the Ars Goetia and tucking it inside your jacket. You headed out of the room, shutting the door and locking it before walking back to the security room. Once inside, you downed the rest of the slice of your pizza, washing it down with some water before logging into the security system.

Outside, thunder crashed and lighting struck while rain pelted the roof and glass windows of the museum. You disabled cameras 5 and 6 which led to an old store room. Once you finished, you grabbed the book and headed back to the back of the museum, using your keys to let yourself into the store room. You set the book on a blank space on the floor and headed over to rummage through the various cabinets and were relieved to find several old candles and surprisingly a set of sidewalk chalk.

You threw off your jacket and opened the book to the page you had seen earlier, you worked quickly and diligently, drawing the same ritual circle the woman in the book was using. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you set the candles around the circle and searched for some matches, luckily you found some in a drawer and struck it to light the candles.

Once they were all lit, you blew the match out before setting it aside. You read the footnotes of the page and set the book in the center of the circle. You read the incantation several times to yourself to make sure you had it correctly before you started speaking.

You weren’t sure exactly why you were trying this. Maybe the mood of the day as well as the storm setting in around the city might be fueling your curiosity. You started the chant, sitting at the side of the circle, facing the book as you held your hands out to the sides, palms up.

You felt a gust of wind hit you, the flames on the candles dancing quickly. Your words faltered you as you looked around. There was no way a breeze could be in the room. The windows were shut as was the door. You decided to ignore it and continued the ritual.

“Demon, I summon you,” you said loudly when you finished the incantation. Another gust of wind hit you, extinguishing the candles. You scrambled for the flashlight, turning it on and starting to look around the room, your heart racing. You tried to hold the light steady as you examined the room but saw nothing. You let out a sigh, starting to calm down when there was a loud boom outside and an electrical buzz. You let out a shriek, quickly getting to your feet and making your way to the door to try the light switch.

Nothing.

The power was out. You grabbed your jacket and opened the door to the hall. It was pouring outside, lightning flashing every few seconds, accompanied by loud claps of thunder. You stepped out into the hall, pulling your jacket on as you headed for the security room.

Peering in, you were relieved to see that the cameras were on backups. You were about to sit down when you remembered you had left the book in the store room. You hurried back to the room and opened the door, shining your flashlight in. You walked over to the circle but found that the book was not in the center anymore. “What the-?” you whispered as you looked around. You searched between stacks of boxes and on shelves, wondering where the book was when you finally found it.

It was in the back corner, through the maze of boxes and supplies. You sighed and reached down to pick it up. “How did you get all the way over here?” you wondered aloud. You were dusting off the tome when you were aware of another presence in the room. You turned slowly to look behind you where you saw a shadow standing in the corner opposite you.

You gasped, dropping the book to the floor and backed against the wall as the shadow took a step forward. “W-what do you want?” you whimpered. The shadow didn’t move. Suddenly, glowing red eyes appeared and you felt your blood run cold. ‘No,’ you thought. ‘It can’t be.’

“Don’t make me call the cops, buddy,” you warned, pulling your phone out of your pocket. The shadow took another step forward. “I’ll do it!” you yelled, unlocking your phone and getting ready to call the police when a voice spoke. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” it said.

You looked up from your phone at the shadow. With the tiny amount of light from your phone screen you could see more features to the shadow. It was tall. Impossibly tall, almost 6 and half feet. It had what seemed to be massive horns protruding from its skull and curling backwards against its head. You watched as it shifted and heard the sound of hooves against the concrete.

‘This can’t be real,’ you told yourself. The shadow figure tilted its head, looking at you quizzically. "Oh but it is real,” it replied. You gasped. “You can read my thoughts?” you whispered. The shadow figure nodded. “I can do so much more than that, Y/N,” it replied. Your eyes widened. “How do you know my name?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the rain outside.

“I know a great many things, little one,” the figure replied. “I know everything about you; your thoughts, your fears, your… desires,” it added. You stared at the figure, unable to move. “W-what do you want?” you stammered. The shadow figure chuckled in response. “I think a more accurate question is, what do you want?” he asked. You shook your head. “What do you mean?” you asked.

The shadow figure advanced another step. “Let’s not play this game, girl,” it said in a gruff voice. “You summoned me.” You looked down at the book and back up at the figure. “You’re a demon?” you asked incredulously. “Bingo,” the figure replied. 

It all made sense to you now. The shadowy presence, the glowing red eyes, the horns, and the hooves. It really was a demon. A demon you had managed to summon. You looked down at the book. What did you want? All you really were doing was playing around with the book. You never thought in a million years that you would actually succeed in summoning a demon.

“I-” you choked out. The demon seemed to know what you were going to say. “You didn’t actually believe you could summon me, did you?” he asked. You nodded. “I didn’t think it was real,” you admitted. The demon chortled. “That explains it,” he said. “You don’t even know what kind of demon I am,” he stated. You shook your head. “No, what kind of demon are you?” you asked.

The figure moved forward and as it stepped into the light coming in through the window, it morphed, changing from a shadowy figure to a man. He was a tall man, nicely filled out with average shoulders. His body was neither too thick nor too thin. He sported a buzz cut and notched eyebrows that on the surface make him seem rough and sort of edgy but his eyes were something else.

While flashing glowing red for a moment, they shifted into a dark brown and they were surprisingly kind. Perhaps deceivingly kind but kind nonetheless. “I’m an incubus,” the demon replied, stopping a few feet from where you stood. You took a moment to look over him further and saw he was wearing a tailored blue suit with a black turtleneck underneath and a simple silver chain.

“W-what’s an incubus?” you asked, your voice shaking. The demon noticed this and his smile widened. “You really don’t know?” he asked, his head tilting to the side. “Did you not read the page you used to summon me?” he added, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Not really,” you admitted.

The demon stared at you, his eyes now wide with concern. “So you just decided to pick a random page and read what was on it?” You shook your head. “No, I didn’t think-” you began but he interrupted you. “You didn’t think it would work, right.” The demon took a step forward.

“Well, shall I tell you what an incubus is?” he inquired, taking another step forward and stopping just before you. Cowering against the wall, you could feel his breath on your face as he looked at you, studying your eyes and expression. “Or,” he added, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.

“I could just show you?” he suggested. Your heart was hammering in your chest again. “S-show me? How would you show me?” you wondered aloud. The demon’s smirk grew as he leaned in close, his nose inches from yours. “Well first,” he stated. “Let’s set some ground rules.”

He backed away and started pacing slowly in front of you, fixing you with a stare that indicated that he was a predator and you were the prey. “I’m not like other demons,” he started. “I don’t make deals,” he added. “Wait,” you said, stopping him. You bent down to pick up the grimoire and flipped to the page you had been reading from and held it out to show him.

“Is she not making a deal?” you asked. The demon looked down at the paper and snorted. “No,” he remarked. “She’s begging,” he added before continuing. “Begging,” you whispered, looking down at the page. “For what?” you added in an undertone. “May I finish?” the demon requested. You nodded, shutting the book and standing still to listen.

“As I said, I don’t make deals. I don’t have some grand scheme. I don’t want your soul or the blood of your firstborn and I certainly don’t want your firstborn either. Children are nasty and I would rather have a thousand years of punishment in Hell than 18 years of looking after a child. You don’t have children, right?” the demon asked, stopping to look at you to which you shook your head.

“Excellent,” he answered, continuing to pace. “So,” you started before he could speak again. “If you don’t want my soul, what exactly do you want?” you asked, almost dreading the answer. The demon smiled at you and shrugged. “A good time,” he responded. You stared at him, confusion written on your face. “A good time?” you repeated. He nodded. “A good time,” he confirmed.

“And what does that entail?” you inquired. The demon advanced once more on you, reaching up to place his hands against the wall, caging you in between his arms. “You,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “M-me?” you stammered. He nodded. “Just you.”

“And what do you want with me?” you asked, eyelids fluttering as you raised your gaze to meet his. The demon smiled at you, leaning in just a little closer. “I think you know,” he said, his lips grazing your cheekbone. Your heart was beating incredibly fast and your breathing was coming out in pants. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words.

“Oh, kitten,” the demon breathed. “Don’t play coy with me.” You felt his hand moved, his fingers skimming down your arm and tucking underneath the jacket to grab your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved along your jawline. “W-what are you… I-I…” your words failed you as you tried to form a coherent sentence. “What was that, kitty?” the demon asked, his voice filled with amusement.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you whimpered, trying to ignore the way the demon’s knee nudged your thighs apart and how his thigh was now pressed against you. “If you can’t,” he said, his breath hot against your skin. “Then I won’t force you,” he added. “But, I won’t be able to go away until you do.”

You moaned as his thigh pressed harder against you. “What’s your name?” you blurted out. The demon chuckled before giving you an answer. “Sungjin.”

“Sungjin?” you repeated, only to be answered by a hum against your neck. “You better make this worth my while,” you warned as his lips moved up your neck to your jaw before he pulled back. “Oh trust me, kitten,” he purred. “I’ll make you beg for more. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want me to leave.”

A squeal left your lips as Sungjin reached down and lifted you, moving to the closest flat surface before catching your lips in a hurried kiss. You weren’t sure where to move your hands so you settled for gripping the lapels of his suit jacket as he pushed your jacket off you. You slid your arms free of the jacket without breaking the kiss and Sungjin tossed the garment away.

You moaned against his lips as his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling your core against him. “I haven’t even started,” he teased before pushing your skirt up to reveal the short black shorts you wore underneath. “Making me work for it, huh kitten?” he asked. You giggled as he tugged at and pulled the shorts down, tossing them on the ground.

You watched as he eyed you, hunger in his eyes before he looked up, licking his lips. “Lie back,” he ordered. You did as he said, lying back on the old desk he had set you on. Your cheeks flushed as Sungjin pulled you panties down your thighs slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time before he pulled them past your shoes and tucked them into his pocket.

With your lower half now exposed to him, he wasted no time in leaning over, spreading your thighs and giving you one final look before he buried his face between your legs. You gasped as his tongue flashed out to taste you, one lick before giving you another and another. You tried to contain your moans as the demon licked and sucked at your clit, groaning at the way you tasted.

The sounds were so lewd and felt like something straight out of a porn video but at the same time, it turned you on more to know he was enjoying this as much as you were. You weren’t sure where to put your hands so you settled for gripping the edge of the desk to hold yourself in place as Sungjin continued to taste you, his tongue dipping past your folds and finding your entrance only for a moment before he pulled back. You whined at the loss of contact and propped yourself up to watch as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

He fixed you with a dazed stare as his hands moved to undo his belt and the zipper of his pants. He didn’t have to say anything, you knew what he wanted. You sat up slowly and slid from the desk, kneeling in front of him as he freed his length from the confines of his pants.

To say you were shocked at the size would be an understatement. You weren’t prepared for just how big his cock was as it stood before you. Not wanting to be rude, you cautiously took it in your hand, marveling at the weight it had. It would be a task taking all of this inside you but you were determined. If he wanted to have a good time, you would show him that.

Glancing up at him quickly, you opened your mouth and gave the head a short kitten lick, tasting the precum that was gathering at the tip. It was surprisingly sweet, perhaps that was a demon thing? You licked again, this time swirling your tongue around the tip. With your lips parted, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, feeling the fullness immediately as your lips stretched around him.

The demon said, nothing, only watched as you slowly bobbed your head, taking as much of him as your mouth would allow you. Using your saliva as lubricant, you started stroking the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth, meeting your hand with your lips as you tried to take more of him in your mouth. You looked up at Sungjin, expecting some sort of reaction from him but noticing nothing.

Trying not to get discouraged, you pulled his cock out of your mouth, stroking the entire length before taking him in your mouth again. This time, he reacted. His hands moved, fingers locking in your hair as he held your head still. “Relax your jaw,” he ordered. You did so, relaxing your jaw as much as possible. 

“Stay just like that,” he breathed and slowly pulled back to thrust into your mouth. You gagged as the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. He pulled you off him, allowing you to cough and regain your composure. Again, he held your head in place as he guided himself in your mouth, thrusting a little slower and gentler than before. A soft moan escaped his throat.

“Good girl,” he panted, slowly speeding up, attempting to push further into your mouth. You tried to hold back your gags but couldn’t when he hit the back of your throat again. This time, he didn’t pull you off, instead, he continued, thrusting into your mouth. You put your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself as saliva spilled down your chin and onto the floor.

“Just like that,” the demon said softly, his grip in your hair tightening as he forced more of his cock past your lips. You gagged again but he ignored it, pushing further still with each thrust until the tip of his cock pushed past your uvula and into your throat, effectively cutting off your air supply. Your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen and you started to tap his thigh to get his attention. Sungjin gave a few more thrusts into your throat before pulling you off him and letting go of your hair.

You gasped and coughed, trying to breath normally. “You’re going to kill me,” you accused, looking up to see the demon was removing layers of his clothing. You gulped, ignoring the pain in your throat and watched as he tossed his coat aside before removing his shirt, allowing you to see his toned chest and arms. Something you weren’t expecting.

The demon walked over and held out a hand. You took it cautiously and were surprised when he helped you to your feet. “What are you doing?” you asked as he turned you around to face the desk and reached for the zipper on your dress. He pushed the material down past your hips, letting it fall to the floor before pushing his own pants down and discarding them.

Before you could say anything, he pushed you over, pressing your chest to the cold top of the desk and kept his hand on your back as he took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his cock between your folds. “You might want to hold onto something,” he warned. Your hands fumbled, grabbing onto the desk as the demon pushed past your folds and into your core.

The stretch stung and burned with you letting out a slew of curses to which Sungjin chuckled as he slowly inched his way in bit by bit. He gave you a few moments in between to adjust before moving again. After a few minutes, he was in as far as he could go. “How does it feel?” he asked, leaning over your back. “Fucking huge,” you whimpered, almost in tears as you waited for the pain and burning to subside. Sungjin laughed lowly, taking that as a compliment.

“Now you know how big a demon cock is,” he added, his hand smoothing over your backside before he delivered a sharp slap to your ass cheek. You let out a whine, fingers clenching the edge of the desk. Your core clenched when he gave you another spank. “Someone’s enjoying this,” he said darkly.

He continued, giving each cheek a total of five slaps, smoothing his hand over the reddening skin in between each spanking. “Please,” you begged, tears filling your eyes. He had been sheathed inside you for nearly ten minutes now without moving and your body needed release. “Please what?” Sungjin asked, leaning over your back. “Please move,” you replied.

“That’s not good enough, kitten,” he murmured. “Maybe I should give you a few more spanks until you know how to use your words,” he suggested, his hand returning to your sore backside. “No, no please!” you begged. “Please, no more!” Sungjin squeezed a handful of your ass, giving it a shake before he released it. 

“Then what do you want, kitten?” he asked, politely as if his dick wasn’t six inches deep in your cunt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you found it hard to say the words that would give you want you wanted. “Ten more spanks it is,” Sungjin said, raising his hand over his head. “No, please!” you whimpered, moving your hand to block his. Sungjin reached down and grabbed your hand then grabbed the other and held your wrists together while he raised his hand.

“I gave you plenty of opportunity to speak, to ask for what you wanted. Until you learn to use your words, we’re going to sit here and I’m going to punish you,” he said. His hand made contact with your ass and you let out a scream, sobbing as he rubbed his hand soothingly over the spot. Leaning over he pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Just nine more, kitten, I know you can take it. Tell me you can take it,” he whispered. You nodded, tears streaming from your eyes and drool falling onto the desktop.

“I c-can take it,” you whimpered. “I p-promise.” Sungjin smiled, standing up to give you the rest of your punishment. “That’s my good girl,” he said. Nine more strikes were given, your ass was more than just red now it was extremely sore and your walls were tight around Sungjin’s cock.

“Now,” he said, rubbing both hands over your swollen backside. “What do you want, kitty cat? Tell me,” he added. “Please,” you breathed, nose running from crying. “Please what?” Sungjin asked. “Please fuck me,” you replied, hoping it would be exactly what he needed to hear to give you what you wanted.

“Of course,” Sungjin said, his hands moving to grip your hips. “What my kitten wants, my kitten gets,” he added. You let out a sigh of relief when you felt him pull back before thrusting back into you sharply. You gasped as he repeated this, controlling his movements very well and giving precise thrusts, just enough to give you friction but not enough to bring you closer to orgasm.

“Please, Sungjin,” you moaned as he slid into you with ease. “Yes?” he asked. “Harder,” you murmured. “As you wish, baby,” he said, thrusting harder into you, the lewd sounds of his movements filling the store room along with the sound of skin hitting skin.

Small grunts left his lips as mewls and soft cries of pleasure left yours with each thrust of his hips. “Oh, you feel so good,” Sungjin panted, one of his hands moving to press down on your lower back. His thrust took a sharper turn as he pounded into you repeatedly. You let out a shrill cry with each thrust and Sungjin leaned over, reaching around you to grab your throat.

“You sound so good like that,” he whispered in your ear. “So subservient and submissive for me.” You let out a choked sob as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “Are you gonna come for me, good girl?” he asked. You nodded, unable to speak. “Of course you are,” he said, his breath fanning over your cheek. “You’re gonna come for me and then I’m gonna come. Where would you like me to come?” he asked.

You shook your head, still unable to speak. “Tell me where you want me to come, pretty girl,” he said, his hand releasing your throat. “I d-don’t,” you squeaked. “You don’t care?” he finished your sentence. You nodded. “So I get to pick?” he asked. You nodded again, a deep moan leaving your lips as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm. “So many choices,” the demon said.

“I could paint a picture all over your back,” he stated standing up straight to run his hands over your back. “Or I could turn you around and come all over that pretty face of yours, maybe force my cum down your throat,” he murmured. A particularly hard snap of his hips was all it took for you to come undone, screaming his name as your body shook, your orgasm taking hold of you.

“But I think I just want to fill you up,” he admitted. “Want to stain your cunt with white,” he grunted as he took your hips and thrust harder into you, chasing his own high. “Do you want that, baby?” he asked. “Want me to fill you up until it spills out of you and leaves a mess all over the floor?” You nodded quickly as your second orgasm approached rapidly.

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” Sungjin said, ramming into you from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your cries as a second high hit you. Not long after, a third orgasm took over your body, your walls convulsing and spasming. The tightening around his cock is what drove Sungjin to explode, coming inside you with a loud groan as he filled you up.

You were surprised by the amount of cum that managed to fill you. A dull ache in your lower abdomen as the demon continued to pump his load inside you. “It’s too much,” you whimpered, unable to take the feeling anymore. “It’s okay,” Sungjin said, smoothing his hands over your backside. “You can take it,” he added. “You’re such a good girl. Only good girls take the whole load. Bad girls back out,” you let out a moan as Sungjin used his still hard cock to fuck his cum into you.

“You want to be a good girl, right?” he asked sweetly. You nodded. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Then you have to take all of it,” he replied. “You understand, kitten?” he asked. You nodded. “I understand,” you answered. “I have to take all of it.” Sungjin leaned over, his hand stroking your head. “That’s my good girl,” he added as your eyelids started to grow heavy.

You found it harder and harder to keep them open and before you could say anything, you were out.

You woke with a start, sitting up in your bed and looked around the room. ‘What the?’ you wondered. Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. It was 5 30 in the morning, November 1st. ‘It was all just a dream,’ you told yourself. ‘None of that happened.’ You laughed to yourself and pulled back your sheets, getting out of bed and going into your bathroom to relieve yourself.

As you exited the bathroom and headed into the living room, something caught your eye. A large black book sitting on the coffee table. You inched closed and realized with wide eyes what it was.

Sitting on your coffee table was the Ars Goetia with a little note that said ‘thanks for the fuck, kitten. Hit me up again if you want another go! XO SJ.’

‘It wasn’t a dream at all!’

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[5:33 PM] (m)

“I’m not kidding, princess.” You shiver underneath Sungjin’s dark tone, his hand sternly gripping your bare knee underneath the veil of the table cloth. “Cut it out. This is your final warning.”

You hadn’t meant to take it this far, nor had you really wanted to push his buttons to begin with, but in your defense, your original expectation of a rare, peaceful night spent with your beloved boyfriend was foiled by his mandatory invitation to a dinner party hosted by his boss. And to say you were a little frustrated was fair in all the sense—so why shouldn’t you share your frustrations?

Ignoring Sungjin’s millionth warning, you lightly trace your fingertips over the outline of his already hardening cock through his black dress pants. Your feeling of gleeful power is only temporary though, as to your surprise, Sungjin snakes his hand underneath your dress and stuffs his fingers past the waistband of your underwear, immediately pressing into your clitoris with no mercy.

You have to cover your mouth in order to muffle a moan of surprise, gazing at your lover with wide, but intrigued eyes. Sungjin only smirks at your shock before leaning forward to press his lips against the shell of your ear:

“You forget, baby, that you’re not the only one who knows how to play games...”

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Kinktober Day 23

🍂 SUNGJIN 🖤 MUTUAL MASTURBATION 🍂

"I'll do it with you if you keep going," you said sensually, but Sungjin just blushed harder. "You don't have to...but I do like to watch you."

"Really?" He sounded surprised to hear that you liked watching him touch himself; he was simply embarrassed from you catching him, that he hadn't thought of that.

You decided to show him that you meant your words by pushing a hand into your own pants, joining him as you'd said you would. And fuck, if that didn't make him want to continue. Your fingers toyed with your clit and your hips rocked into your hand, and in response Sungjin went back to what he'd been doing before you walked in, hand stroking over his length, but now with a much better view to fuel him on. You leaned in to kiss him deeply, matching muffled groans falling from both of you, and you felt yourself getting wet quickly. "Your cock looks so pretty in your strong hand," you praised, trying to put him at ease, free hand curving up his arm that shook as he jerked off.

He moaned again in response, then used his own free hand to pull at your shorts that covered your hand's movements. "Can you take these off? I wanna see you too."

[v-hope]

Breathe

Pairings: Artist!Kim Taehyung x Heiress!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slight angst, arranged marriage AU, runaway bride AU, make up, established relationship

Word Count: 10.7k

Summary: Running away from your arranged wedding and into the arms of the man you loved seemed like nothing but a beautiful dream. Until you did it.

Warnings: Marking, slight fingering, slight handjob, Taehyung turns out to be really into white stockings, teasing, bickering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe you guys!), creampie, lotssss and lots of kissing

A/N: She’s here! This is part 47 of my Belong Social Media AU, but it can be read as a stand alone one shot. It took me so long to write and then it just kept longer and longer, to the point i tried my best to edit it but if you find a typo or something no you did not<3. Anyway, this is the last written part for the series, so I hope you guys enjoy!

I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut scene so you guys can skip it if you don’t want to read it.

“We’re here” Jimin said softly, looking at you through his car’s mirror after realising you did not seem to be running towards Taehyung’s doorstep.

You nervously fidgeted with the white fabric of your dress. “I know…”

“So…” he turned around to look at your anxious figure on the backseat. “Why aren’t you moving?”

“I just… am nervous, I guess”.

Taking a deep, shaky breath in, you focused once more in the house on the countryside you had only visited once before, when everything was perfect between you and Taehyung. Back then, you didn’t think you would find yourself being in this situation — coming back to him, after having escaped your parents’ mansion before your arranged wedding with Sungjin could take place.

Oddly enough, physically getting out of there had been easier than the whole odyssey your mind had been through just so you could make that decision.

With your parents conveniently being at the venue where the wedding would take place, Jimin and Jin had escorted you to the garage, where your friend’s Ferrari was parked. Although you had ran into one of your parents’ assistants in the hallway, you had managed to convince them that you were just in desperate need of getting some air.

And then, once on the backseat of Jimin’s car, waiting for your brother to get in the passenger seat, the three of you were caught off guard by his phone ringing — your parents letting him know they were on their way back to the mansion, to make sure everything was ready before you headed out to the venue and went through with the marriage they were forcing you into.

That’s why Seokjin decided to stay behind and face them with Miyoung and Sungjin, keeping your phone with him just in case your parents tried to track it down once they found out you were gone, and giving you a tight hug before you lied down on the backseat —not to be seen by the paps waiting outside the mansion— and Jimin drove off, taking you to the address he had managed to get from Taehyung before he left that morning.

So, here you were now, nearly an hour later — praying that your brother, sister in law and ex fiancé were not getting murdered by your parents as they gave them the news, and a hundred scenarios running through your mind over what Taehyung’s reaction would possibly be the moment he saw you.

Eyes softening at the sight of you and how small you looked right then, Jimin caught your attention by getting out of his car, going around it and opening the door for you. Without another word and giving you a reassuring smile, he held your trembling hands in his and helped you out of it as well — making sure you wouldn’t step on the dress that made you feel like the princess you never wanted to be, and then not letting go of your hand as he walked you over to the front door.

Once in front of it, your hold on his hand tightened, letting him know just how nervous you truly were.

“Do you think he’ll be happy to see me?” you whispered, unconsciously taking a step back — not really second guessing your actions, but being too anxious over his possible reaction.

Catching up on that, Jimin pulled you back towards him, now placing a comforting hand on your upper arm to both keep you in place and help you feel at ease.

“He literally called you last night asking you not to go through with the wedding,” he amusedly pointed out. “Trust me, he’ll be the happiest”.

You nodded your head, once more taking a deep breath as you tried to compose yourself.

And then, after Jimin knocked on the door, it was only a matter of waiting.

Only that said waiting took way longer than you had expected, and with that your anxiety could only grow stronger.

Letting out a sigh, Jimin knocked a few times more, harder, so that there was no way Taehyung would not hear.

“Yah, Kim Taehyung!” he called out. “I know you’re in there”.

“Don’t feel like getting up” your ex boyfriend’s voice was heard from afar.

It sounded deeper than usual, hoarse, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he had been sleeping or crying. You truly hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Jimin let out a tired sigh. He really had to go and befriend the two most dramatic people on Earth, and, on top of that, conveniently get them to date each other.

“I brought you something” he tried to persuade him, receiving an offended nudge from you over being called ‘something’ instead of ‘someone’. But hey, it was supposed to be a surprise after all — at least so he had decided.

“If you didn’t bring Y/N with you, then I truly could not care less”.

Jimin smiled, eyes excitedly going to your face — bliss written all over it, as you had just confirmed that Taehyung did indeed want you there. Unbelievable that you even doubted it.

That was all you needed to earn up enough confidence to finally speak up.

“What are you waiting for to open the door then?”

Jimin was the one to nudge you this time, for you had just ruined the surprise. But you couldn’t care any less — not when the whole place went silent for two or three seconds before a loud thump was heard, being followed by heavy, quick steps coming towards the door.

And then, after over a month, the two of you were face to face.

He looked the same, yet not quite. His hair was longer, and its messiness matched his slightly wrinkled grey t-shirt and black sweatpants, after having been lying down on the couch for so long. His nose was slightly red, matching his puffy eyes, yet they still somehow held that same warmth in them that you loved so much. And his lips… his plump, pink lips, were trembling, letting you know the mess that was going inside his head right then.

“You…” he let out a shaky breath. “You’re really here?”

“Why don’t you give her a hug so you can confirm whether I brought you a hologram or not?”

Jimin’s words earned a breathy laugh from both of you, yet they were the little push Taehyung needed to pull you into his embrace — arms gently going around your body, tightening around you when he felt your arms on his back as well, and hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you did the same on his.

“You’re here…” his voice broke.

You sniffled, voice hardly coming out in a whisper. “I’m here…”

Nothing else needed to be said. You were there. With him.

So, staying there in each other’s arms, the two of you said nothing, and allowed yourselves to finally break down instead.

“Yah, princess,” he sniffled, pulling away and cupping your face in his warm hands so he could wipe the tears that kept rolling down your cheeks. “Don’t cry”.

“You’re crying, too” you laughed lightly, gently wiping his tears as well.

“I know, I just, I can’t believe you’re—fuck, I love you” he breathed out, pulling you into his arms again. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”.

“I love you, too” you managed to choke out as he kept on whispering those three words over and over. “And I missed you so much”.

A blissful laugh escaped his mouth. “I missed you more”.

On the other side, Jimin cleared his throat, in a poor attempt of catching your attention. “Well, my job here is done and you guys clearly have a lot to catch up on, so I’m leaving now”.

Still not letting go of Taehyung, you looked at Jimin, smiling thankfully at him before you held your arm out to him — with that single act of yours, letting him know you wanted him to join the hug.

He didn’t even give it a second thought, joining the both of you and letting you wrap your arm around him. Taehyung chuckled once he realised what was going on, letting go of you with the arm that had ended up stuck between your body and Jimin’s, and using it to fully include your mutual best friend in the hug.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

“Yah, don’t make me cry now” Jimin recriminated, pulling away from the two of you. “Just make me the best man at your wedding and I’m alright”.

“What about Jin-ie?” you teased him, earning a quiet laugh from Taehyung.

“I drove you all the way here” he fought back.

“But he helped me get out of there, too”.

“In that case Sungjin would have to be included, too”.

“Sungjin?” Taehyung asked with furrowed eyebrows.

You nodded. “He helped as well, I’ll explain everything later”.

“Anyway,” Jimin caught your attention. “Jin hyung will probably be the one to walk you down the aisle, don’t make me fight you”.

“You’ll be the best man, don’t worry” Taehyung reassured him, mindlessly tightening his hold on you and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I knew I could count on you” your friend pretended to wipe a fake tear, causing you to roll your eyes. “I can leave now”.

Taehyung nodded, somehow managing to pull you closer to him. At that, you could only hold him tighter, burying your face in his chest, as you did not seem to get enough of that scent of his you had missed so much.

“I am clearly third wheeling here”.

“You signed up for it the moment you drove me over here” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, yeah” he lamented, turning around so he could make his way back to Seoul for once and for all. “I’ll let you know how things go with your parents”.

“Don’t forget that I don’t have my phone with me” you reminded him as he started to make his way back to his car.

“I’m texting Taehyung!” he let you know from afar.

“Don’t expect an instant reply!” Taehyung amusedly warned him, receiving a thumbs up from Jimin as he finally reached his car and got inside.

Watching your friend drive away giving you a last wave of hands, Tae pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, securely holding you in his arms for another minute before he could find enough will to pull slightly away from you.

“Shall we go inside?”

You quietly nodded, accepting the hand he was offering you before the two of you could make your way inside.

Everything looked the same as it did when you had first and last visited — the only difference being the messiness. The bag lying on the hallway let you know he had not made it to his room yet, and the ramyeon packs next to an unattended pot filled with cold water made a good point at showing how he had given up on making lunch for himself hours ago.

Then, your eyes focused on the broken lamp lying on the floor next to the sofa.

Taehyung cleared his throat, knowing all too well what you would say next. “I heard your voice and I just ran, can’t blame me”.

So that was what the loud thump had been.

“Excited much?” you teased him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, taking a dangerous step towards you and pulling you closer by your waist. “I thought you were getting married to someone else, you have no idea how fucking ecstatic and stunned altogether I was when I heard your voice” a light laugh abandoned his lips. “This is gonna sound so cheesy, but I thought I was dreaming”.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you made sure to look into his eyes as you spoke. “I told you I didn’t want to go through with it when you called me last night”.

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t still considering it. You are wearing a wedding dress after all” he shook his head, hurt being clear in his voice.

You nervously bit your bottom lip. “I didn’t know how to get out of there…”

“I can imagine,” he understood. “What was that about Sungjin helping, by the way?”

“Oh, yes” you remembered. “He was okay with me leaving, said that he only wanted to marry me because we were supposedly in the same situation, you know, with no one else in our lives back then… but now that I have you, everything changed”.

“So he even helped you get out of there?”

You nodded. “Well, to be fair, Jimin and Jin-ie helped me get out of there. Sungjin and Miyoung-ie helped me by staying there and giving my parents the news. They must be experiencing their rage by now”.

Taehyung nodded, and you couldn’t tell whether he was okay with what you had just told him or not. “I guess I’ll have to thank him, then?”

“If you want to” you chuckled, burying your face in his chest. “Although I’m not sure if we’ll ever see him again, now that I’m no longer a part of the elite”.

That had seemed to snap something inside him. It was only now that he realised the cost you were paying for being there with him right then.

Yes, he knew that you would be disowned if you decided to stay with him, you had told him a long time ago. Nevertheless, having you actually there with him, knowing what would happen next… he didn’t know if he should be happy, or concerned for you.

Regardless of everything your parents had put you through and how much they hurt you, you loved them — that, and the fact that you were scared of them, had been what kept you from cutting ties with them before. Up until then, you had tried your best to please everyone, so you wouldn’t have to completely lose them and never hear from them again.

Seemed like you had given up on that for once and for all. For him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, tenderly cupping your face.

“Mhm…” you nodded with a small smile. “I am”.

“If you want to talk about it or…”

“It’s okay, really” you reassured. “It might hit me hard at night or something, and even then, I don’t regret my decision. I’m happy to be here with you”.

He let out a relieved sigh, pressing his lips to your forehead in a loving kiss. “I’m here to hold you if you want to cry at some point” his words comforted you. “I’m just happy that you are here with me now”.

“Even if I’m in a wedding dress?” you teased.

“Even then” he nodded, resting his forehead on yours. “Can we take it off, though?”

Tilting your head back in surprise, you raised an eyebrow at his bold words.

“No ulterior motives intended, I promise” he was quick to clarify. “You look beautiful as hell, but I don’t want to be reminded of the fact that you were marrying another guy”.

That sounded fair enough.

“I didn’t bring any clothes with me, though” you only then seemed to notice. “I didn’t think this through”.

Taehyung chuckled, giving your hips a little pinch. “Don’t act like you’ve never stolen my clothes before”.

“Borrowed them” you corrected.

He rolled his eyes, not being able to hold back a boxy smile as he grabbed your hand and guided you over to his room. Fuck, did he miss your constant bickering.

Sitting on the edge of his bed once inside his bedroom, you stayed still as he gently wiped the make up from off your face — later watching him throw the used wipes in the small bin by the entrance, before he rummaged through the few clothes he kept on the wardrobe.

You didn’t know if you were amused or sad when, placing a grey t-shirt and black shorts of his on the bed for you to change into, he hesitated. Up until a month ago, he would’ve not missed a second to get rid of the clothes on your body and change you into new ones. However, things had changed now, for you could not overlook the fact that you had broken up for a while.

You were together again, no words were needed for the two of you to know that — you running away from your wedding and going back to him said it all. But were you taking things off where you left them? Were you starting all over again?

Did you have to go slow? Or could you just act like nothing happened and be as comfortable around each other as you used to be?

“You can just… go outside if you want” you let him know, and although almost invisible, you caught on the way his shoulders had seemed to sink down. “Or you can help me change”.

That second proposition of yours, had managed to cheer him up all over again. It was reassuring, how things did not really need to change from the way they were before.

“I can?” he tried to confirm with a smile.

You nodded, and he laughed under his breath. Turning around, you let him comb your hair and place it over your chest, giving him the perfect view of the back of your long dress and the zip he would have to pull down on to take it off — goosebumps showing on your skin when a soft, lingering kiss was placed to the back of your shoulder, right before he started to unzip the white piece of clothing.

Letting it fall down to the floor, you found yourself having to actually take a step out and away from it, kicking off your high heels along the way and finding support in the hand Taehyung was offering you.

“Hopefully, the next time I do that will be at our wedding night”.

Your eyes went up to meet his, both of you laughing blissfully as your foreheads rested together. Feeling him so close to you, hot air hitting your face with every breath he took, you felt safe. You were home. And you wished you could stay like this forever.

Eyelids closing and smile still curved up the corners of your lips, you felt his nose gently bump yours, contentedly taking in his familiar scent before his cloudlike lips were pressing on yours.

It didn’t last long, roughly three seconds — just a taste of your lips being all it took for his mouth to resemble the smile that was plastered on yours.

Placing his hands on your naked waist, he pressed another kiss to your lips. “I love you”.

You let out a shaky breath, being now you the one to plant a small peck to his mouth. “I love you, too”.

Chuckling, feeling like everything in his life made sense again, he kissed you again. And again. Longing lips peppering delicate kisses all the way down to the crook of your neck.

You tilted your head to the side, breathing turning heavier at the way his lips on your skin made you feel. Before you could get too caught up, though, his mouth was back on yours — long fingers entangling in the hair at the back of your head, keeping you steady as he intensified the way his lips danced with yours and his tongue massaged your receptive one.

“I missed you so much” your voice sounded like sweet honey to him.

Pulling away just enough, lips still faintly brushing yours, he lovingly bumped your noses together. “I missed you, too. So, so much”.

The wholehearted giggle that had just abandoned your mouth, had him locking his starving lips with yours once more. When that didn’t seem like enough, he moved his mouth down to your bare shoulder. Although his intention had been to pull the strap of your bra down as his kisses trailed back to your neck, he ended up stopping right after pulling the white strap down your shoulder.

Eyes no longer closed, but staring down at what you had been wearing under your dress all along. That being a white set made out of lace, with a pair of matching stockings that covered all the way from your feet to your thighs.

Even though a lustful smile had curved up his lips at the sight of you, it was soon erased at the realisation of the circumstances you had been wearing those specific clothes under. You were wearing that under a wedding dress — for a wedding that was taking place with a man that wasn’t him.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered at the clear change in his mood.

Taehyung bit his tongue for a moment, considering whether he should ask you what he was dying to or not.

“Can I ask you something?” his voice came out uncertain.

“What is it?” you tilted your head.

“And please don’t be mad,” his request had you cocking an eyebrow. “It’s just… I know it probably doesn’t matter, but it’s been killing me ever since you left and—”

“Taehyung…”

He took a deep breath. “Did you… and Sungjin… you know…”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Did we… what?”

“Don’t make me say it…” he pleaded.

“I need to know what you mean, though”.

He sighed, running a hand down his face as he tried to compose himself. “Did you and him… sleep together? Like, have sex?”

“No” you shook your head immediately.

As soon as you had answered, he seemed to be able to breathe, mindlessly fidgeting with the strap he had pulled down your shoulder a minute ago.

“Did you kiss him?” his voice was almost inaudible, not being sure he even wanted to know the answer to that.

You bit your bottom lip, and that was all he needed to know you had done one of the things he feared the most.

He most definitely did not want to know the answer to that.

“How many times?”

But he needed to know.

“Two…” you quietly gave him the answer he was seeking.

His head was lowered, not being able to hide the sharp pain he was feeling in his chest. “When?”

“Taehyung…”

“I’m not mad… I know we were not together anymore” he bitterly pointed out.

“It’s clearly hurting you, though…” you reached for his hand, softly rubbing your thumb on it.

“Please, I just,” he sighed. “I need to know”.

You nodded, taking a shaky breath before you went on. “The first time was on the day I saw you in my parents’ office. It was nothing special, we had a photoshoot for the wedding and the photographer told us to kiss”.

He nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. “And the second one?”

You hesitated, lowering your head after he nodded for you to tell him. “Yesterday”.

That hurt. It hurt a lot.

Still, he couldn’t find it in him to stop asking questions.

“When he posted that picture of you straddling his lap in bed?”

You were not able to meet his eyes. The way he had described that picture… It let you know how it had been burned in the back of his head. You had hoped he hadn’t seen it.

Nevertheless, you nodded. “It meant nothing, I promise, and it was obviously before you called me” your words managed to give him some peace of mind. “As far as I knew, we were never getting back together and I was marrying him today, so…” you shrugged. “I needed to get used to it. You know, to move on”.

Moving on. He had heard you say that more than once now, especially last night when he had called you, in hopes of stopping you from getting married to Sungjin.

He knew you would have to move on eventually if things didn’t work out between the two of you. Regardless, he hated it. Call him selfish, but he could not imagine you with anyone who wasn’t him — just like he could not imagine himself with anyone who wasn’t you.

He was thankful you had not actually moved past what the two of you had.

He was thankful you were there with him instead.

“No need to move on,” he smiled, pulling you towards him by your waist.

With your chest colliding with his, he leaned in enough for your lips to brush together, allowing you to feel his hot breath becoming heavier by the tension.

“You’re mine,” he groaned, trapping your bottom lip in his mouth and pulling at it with a seductive bite. “So you better have worn this for me today”.

You smiled, pulling slightly away from the hungry kiss he had just started. “I put it on thinking of you”.

“He could’ve seen it” Taehyung pointed out, not pleased at all.

“But he didn’t,” you argued back, closing the space between your mouths in a lingering kiss. “I came back to you, and you’re the one who got to see it”.

That got a smirk from him, not wasting another second before his lips were back on yours, hungrily savoring every bit of your mouth.

Goosebumps showed up on your skin as his fingers traced their way down on your naked back, teasingly stopping at the top of your panties, before his hands were firmly placed on your ass, feeling you gasp against his lips when he lifted you up — just enough for you to straddle his lap when he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought I heard you say you had no ulterior motives?” you teased him.

“There is no way I see you in lace and stockings and not fuck you like I used to”.

His words had you squeezing your inner thighs. “How did you use to fuck me?” you purred on his lips.

“Do I have to remind you, princess?” he stole another kiss from you. “How loud and needy you used to be for my cock?” his lips grazed their way down to your neck, where they placed a wet kiss as his hands pulled your hips down against his already hardening member. “How you would moan my name over and over when I took you on every corner of our place?”

“Yes…” you managed to breathe out, tilting your body faintly back as his mouth reached the valley of your breasts.

“Yes, what?” he teased, pulling the right cup of your lace bra down, and smirking at the sound of the moan that abandoned your mouth when his own wrapped around your perked up nipple.

“Taehyung…” you pleaded.

“I’m waiting, baby”.

“I want you to remind me,” you begged, breathing hitching when his left hand pulled the remaining cup of your bra down as well and pinched your until then unattended bud. “Please, I want you to fuck me”.

“Is that so?” he smirked, going back up to your mouth.

You nodded, breathlessly reaching down to his sweatpants — internally thanking the fact that you did not have to deal with a zipper right then, as your shaky, desperate hand pulled his hardened member out of them.

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathed out, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder at the familiar feel of your hand tightly wrapped around his cock. “So no love making today?” he chuckled breathily.

You chuckled as well, feeling the heat reach your face when you shook your head no.

You needed him. And you needed him now.

You would have a lifetime together to have slow, loving sex. But, right then, you needed to feel him inside you. Rough, loud, messy, like he would fuck you whenever your bickering went too far and the tension between the two of you was unbearable — feeling every single inch of him inside you, managing to touch and reach all the right places he already knew like the back of his hand.

“I need you,” you confessed the obvious.

Taehyung smiled, panting as he tried to divert his attention from the way your hand moved up and down on his cock. “You have no idea how fucking much I need you”.

A gasp escaped your lips when he palmed your core over your wet panties, having to bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a moan the moment he made them to the side, so he could run a finger through your dripping folds and then push it into your warm walls.

“Don’t,” he warned you, freeing your lip from your teeth with his free hand. “I want to hear your pretty moans. Been deprived of them long enough”.

You shyly looked down, only to have the same hand that had just kept you from biting your lip, now going to your nape and pulling you into an intoxicating kiss. Heavy breathings mixing together and muffled moans filling the room, as two of his fingers were now curling inside your walls, and your hand moving up and down his cock made him as hard as you needed him to.

Tightly wrapping your arms around his neck when his fingers pulled out of you and your hand on his member was replaced with his, you let him align it with your entrance, gripping onto your hip as he looked into your eyes for you to go down whenever you wanted.

Resting your forehead on his, you sunk down on his cock — moans coming out of your mouths as you took him all in. He had always let you take him at your own pace given his size, and you would usually take a good couple of seconds. That was not the case today.

Bottoming out, finding the sudden stretch to feel so damn delicious, you didn’t even need time to adjust before you rolled your hips, stealing a loud moan from him, now both his hands roughly grabbing on your hips.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he pulled them towards him.

Taehyung smiled. Fuck, he loved it when you cursed. And he loved even more that he was the only one who got to hear it, for the only times you did it were the ones like this, when it was only the two of you and he was making you feel this good.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he whined, swollen lips sucking on your neck as he kept guiding the pace on your hips — just like you had wanted, roughly. “Missed your little pussy taking my cock so well”.

“Mm…” you moaned, tilting your head to the side as you let him mark you. “Missed you… missed you stretching me out so good”.

A smug smile curved up the corners of his mouth, pressing one last kiss to your neck before his lips were back on yours.

Thrusting his hips up to reach deeper into you, he managed to get a whimper out of your mouth — one that was soothed by a sloppy, wet kiss, before his lips travelled down to your breasts, burying his face in them and letting out a frustrated groan when the lace of your bra came in between him and properly cupping them in his needy hands.

“Let’s take this off” his voice came out muffled, hands looking for the hook and easily undoing it before the white piece of lace was aimlessly thrown anywhere in the room.

“I thought you had liked the white lace?” you teased.

“I did,” he replied in a heartbeat, tongue swirling around your bud. “But I enjoy way more the bare sight and touch of my gorgeous girlfriend”.

If it wasn’t for the way he thrusted his cock deeper into you, reaching that sensitive spot where you needed him the most, you were sure you would’ve teared up.

Never would you ever have thought that being called his ‘girlfriend’ would mean this much to you. You found peace over how everything seemed to be in its place again.

“The stockings are staying on, though”.

“Only the stockings?” you grinned.

Taehyung nodded. Letting go of your nipple, he turned you around — your back hitting the mattress as he slipped out of you.

“Taehyung” you whined, hating the sudden emptiness you were left with.

You heard him chuckle, planting a soft kiss to your pouty lips before he pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor as well as the rest of his clothes. And then, when you thought he would slide back into you, he pulled your panties down your legs.

Just like he had claimed, the only piece of clothing left on your body, being the white stockings that were driving him crazy.

“I should wear these more often” you chuckled, letting out a shaky breath when he entered you again in one go.

“I will look like a horny teenager following you around whenever you do” he hovered over you.

You smiled amusedly, reaching up to remove a long strand of hair that had gotten stuck to his sweaty forehead as he thrusted into you. “Just like you did now?”

Taehyung let out a scoff, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling one of your thighs down on your chest. “Fuck off”.

You writhed underneath him at this new angle, which allowed him to fuck you deeper with each thrust of his.

“Oh, f-fuck, right there” your back arched.

“Mm?” he hummed. “You like it there?” his cock hit once more that one spot.

“Y-yes”.

“Do you deserve it after being a brat?”

“I wasn’t” you choked out when he pulled out once more, desperately trying to push your hips against his throbbing member.

Taehyung chuckled, pressing a hand down on your ribcage, painfully close to the curve of your breast, so he could lean down to temptingly bite your earlobe. “You just called me a horny teenager”.

“Taehyung, please” you begged him.

He bit his bottom lip, enjoying the sight of your trembling body aching for release. He had missed this, having you at his mercy.

Running his tongue on the spot behind your ear, he slowly ran the head of his cock up and down your folds. “Say you’re sorry”.

“I’m sorry” you choked out embarrassingly fast.

He slapped his hardened length against your core. “Say you’re mine”.

“Taehyung, pl—”

Again.

“Say it”.

“I’m yours” you cried.

He smiled, hot mouth pressing on the dark marks that were already showing on your neck. “All mine?”

“All yours” you rasped.

“Only mine?”

“Only yours. I’m yours, only yours”.

“Good girl” his low voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Fuck,” you rolled your eyes out of pleasure when his cock was fully inside you, like you so badly needed it to. “I’m cumming”.

Taehyung smiled, burying his face in your neck once more. “You won’t wait for me?”

“I c-can’t…” you whimpered.

You felt him chuckle against your skin, where he one second later placed a kiss to. “Let go, baby”.

You didn’t need to hear it twice, being all too far gone to even try and hold back anymore. With his name coming out as a moan one last time, you gave in to your high.

“Fu-uck,” a raspy moan escaped his mouth when your walls tightened around him and small whimpers escaped your mouth. “You’re so hot”.

Smiling at his praising, you let your eyes close, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body, which were only intensified as Taehyung thrusted into you over and over, using you to get off as well.

Still not feeling like opening your eyes, you ran your hands down his damp back — fingertips causing goosebumps to appear on his skin as they traced, if not scratched, all their way down his spine, until your hands were cupping his ass, pushing him closer to your core.

“Are you sleeping right now?” he rasped.

You chuckled, opening your eyes for once and for all to meet his dark ones. “I wouldn’t be touching you like this if I was”.

“Wouldn’t put it past you”.

Letting your jaw fall in both offense and playfulness, you shoved him to the side, not giving him time to question what you were doing before you were back to straddling his lap and taking his cock inside you.

“Fuck,” his head was thrown back in sheer pleasure. “You can’t just do that”.

His hands on your hips, fingers digging on their hot flesh while they helped you ride him harder, however, let you know he was enjoying it one hell of a lot.

“I think I just did” your teasing tone drove him wild.

Pulling you down into a kiss, you felt your walls squeeze his cock when he let out a raspy moan against your mouth. “Have you got any idea of how you make me feel?”

“I’m guessing quite good?” you purred on his mouth, not being able to hold back a moan of your own when he thrusted his cock into you.

“So fucking good” he growled, swiftly managing to comb your hair in his hand.

“Fuck” you gasped once he pulled at your hair, forcing you to go back to your previous position sitting up on top of him.

Being unable to move given the hold he had on you, you found yourself letting him lead the pace — small whimpers escaping your mouth and raspy moans leaving his, as his other hand held down on your hip and helped you ride him while he enjoyed the view.

“Oh, f—I’m cumming” he rasped.

“Me too” you breathed out.

Feeling him let go of your hair, you were soon slumping back down on the mattress with him grinding on top of you, taking his entire length a couple more times before he stopped.

“Do you want me to…”

You shook your head no before he could finish his sentence, wrapping your legs around his waist for him not to pull out. “You said you’d fuck me like you used to,” your breathy words got a smirk from him. “Cum in me”.

Pushing a few strands of hair from off your face, he leaned down to look for your mouth as he kept thrusting into you. “If that’s what my princess wants”.

All you could do by then was nod, trapping his bottom lip in yours when you felt your second orgasm about to hit. “Cum for me” you begged, intentionally squeezing your walls around his cock to drive him over the edge. “Taehyung…”

“Fuck, Y/N” he gasped, burying his face in your neck. “I’m gon…”

His words vanished in the air, turning into a whiny moan as he finally reached his climax — thrusts becoming sloppy, making sure his warm release filled you up, he managed to make you come undone a second time.

Trying to catch your breath, you wrapped your arms around him when he let his body fall on yours, both of you closing your eyes and enjoying the silence that was now only disturbed by your heavy breathings as you came down from your highs.

A tired smile curved up your lips when Taehyung pressed a few small kisses to your skin.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled, with a swift movement pulling out of you and hugging you tight, turning you around so now half your body was resting on top of his. “Thank you for coming back to me”.

That, along with the overwhelming ecstasy you were still experiencing, had seemed to move you, for, next thing you new, you were burying your face in his chest as your tears fell on his hot skin and a sniffle reached his ears.

“Are you crying?” he worriedly pushed your chin up with his long fingers, making you look at him.

You sniffled, watching the corners of his mouth begin to curve up. “Don’t laugh”.

“I’m not,” he denied, not finding it in him to stop smiling as he tenderly wiped your tears. “Was I that bad, though?”

“Yah!” you smacked his chest, earning a loud laugh from him, grabbing your hand on his bare skin so you wouldn’t be able to hit him again. “You’re an idiot”.

“So I’ve been told” Taehyung chuckled, pulling you up on the mattress so he could face you — chocolate eyes lovingly staring at you as he caressed your wet cheek. “What is it, then?”

You shrugged, eyes focusing on his naked chest before you could answer. “I just missed this,” you murmured. “I missed you, and I thought I would never be like this with you again, so… I guess I’m a bit emotional, sorry”.

Hearing Taehyung’s giggle as a response was something you were surely not expecting. Nevertheless, the utter sound of it was enough to make you happier than you already were — if that was even possible.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you towards his body and burying his face in your naked chest. “Are you truly apologizing for crying?” the sound of a chuckle of his resonated through your chest. “Fuck, if I hadn’t cried my eyes out already I would be crying too”.

A light laugh escaped your lips, mindlessly playing with his hair as he looked up to you, puckering his lips for you to close the space between his mouth and yours. When you did, he let out a contented hum, cupping your cheek with one hand so he could press a second kiss to your mouth.

“I missed you so, so much” he kissed you once more. “You have no idea how over the moon I am right now”.

“I’m so happy” you hummed, lips tenderly pressing to his forehead. “I don’t want today to end anymore…”

“Even when it ends, we’ll have a lifetime to go together” he smiled. “It doesn’t matter if time goes by anymore”.

He was right, and you couldn’t help but find it a bit strange… how suddenly you did not have to worry about time passing by anymore.

You had spent the past one year feeling anxious, worrying about time slipping through your fingers and not being able to achieve everything you wanted to achieve, everything you needed to achieve.

You had spent the past one year fearing that you would end up having to go back to your parents’, and that fear did only grow stronger once you got together with Taehyung, for you feared the possibility of the last day of the year arriving and having to leave him.

And then, when you found yourself indeed going back to your parents’ and no longer having Taehyung with you, you feared the day of the wedding. Although you had come to terms with it, it was still something that you were counting and dreading the days for, because the moment you pronounced the words ‘I do’, you would be deprived of all freedom.

Most importantly, you would be deprived of the man you loved, for the rest of your life.

But, right now, none of it mattered anymore.

For once, in what felt like your whole life, you could breathe.

You could breathe, because you had finally found your place, right next to him — no longer having to prove your worth, and no longer having to do what others wanted you to.

You could just be yourself.

You could be happy with him.

Letting out a contented sigh, and kissing your lips one last time, he got off the bed, receiving a whine from you as soon as you missed his touch.

“Where are you going?” you pouted, quietly watching him as he put his sweatpants back on.

“Nowhere” he simply said, throwing his t-shirt on as well and leaning down to pick up the clothes he had chosen for you and placed on the bed earlier, which were now lying on the floor after the mess you made. “I just think we should have a proper talk and I’m still craving you so bad right now that if you don’t cover up I will end up getting distracted all over again”.

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of your mouth, feeling your face heat up at his bold words.

Following his every move, you smiled when he crawled back next to you — the bed dipping down where his knees were lying, as he fixed in his hands the t-shirt he had chosen for you to wear.

“I want the one you’re wearing” you said before he could pull the hole in the middle of the cotton fabric down your head.

“It’s pretty much the same” Taehyung pointed out, hinting at both tops being a slightly different shade of grey.

“This one doesn’t smell like you” your lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, a small smirk curving up his lips as he leaned down enough for his lips to trap your bottom one in them. “Such a brat”.

You laughed, pulling him to your mouth once more before you let go of him, contentedly watching him give in to your wishes and taking off the t-shirt he was currently wearing. Without putting the new one on just yet, he decided to cover your naked body first.

With the fabric of his thin piece of clothing covering only a little under your thighs after you sat up, he looked around for your panties — the floor not really being the best place for them to be lying on, yet that being the place he had thrown them to in his urge to get rid of them earlier that day. Letting out a sigh, he picked them up, going back to you and sliding them up your legs.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, thumbs gently rubbing your hips under his top. “We can talk now”.

“After you put on your t-shirt as well” you reminded him, picking up said piece of clothing and helping him put it on. “I can easily get distracted by you, too”.

Taehyung chuckled, fixing the fabric down his torso before he leaned in to steal a lingering kiss from you. Being a distraction to you sounded quite good, if he was honest.

“What did you want to talk about?” you mumbled against his mouth when he was about to press it on yours once more.

“About where we’re going from here”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know…” he breathed in, softly playing with your fingers as his back rested against the headboard. “So your parents don’t find us, or even if they do, so they don’t separate us. Not like I’m letting them take you away from me, but…”

“I know…” you smiled weakly, interlocking your fingers with his. “Maybe we could… go abroad for a while?” your words sounded uncertain, remembering what he had proposed last night in a desperate attempt to make you go back to him. “I mean, if it’s still a possibility”.

“Of course,” he was quick to nod his head. “The last position I got offered abroad was at an art gallery in Rome. They said to give them a call if I ever changed my mind, so I’ll do just that and if everything goes well then we can move”.

Rome.

That sounded so surreal.

Taehyung was quick to catch up on your expression — knowing you all too well to realise you were indeed excited, but a part of you was still hesitant.

“Hey…” he softly called you, sitting up next to you and giving you a small smile when your eyes were on him. “Don’t feel pressured to go away, we can always just stay here and figure something else out”.

“No, it’s okay, I just…” you sighed. “We would come back at some point, right? I would really like us to settle down here…”

“Of course we’d come back” he reassured you. “Our kids would be the happiest growing up here”.

Your heart fluttered. “That’s what I believe, too”.

Taehyung smiled wholeheartedly, taking your hands in his and bringing them up to press his lips on them. He could neither get used to nor grow tired of being reminded that you, too, pictured your future with him.

“So… we’re leaving?”

“Mhm…” you nodded. “I think it’s the best choice, that way we’d make sure my parents left us alone and you wouldn’t have to… you know…”

“I wouldn’t have to… what?” his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Don’t make me say it” you weakly pleaded.

“I have no clue what you’re hinting at, though…”

“You won’t have to marry me anymore” you explained, not meeting his eyes. “Not in a rush, at least”.

“I won’t have to marry you?” he slowly repeated.

Your answer was a small nod, and he was not having it. Pulling you to him, you placed your palms on his chest so as not to fall flat on it, still not bringing yourself to meet his eyes and missing the way they looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky.

“Hey, princess. Look at me” he cupped your face so you had no choice but to do as told. “What did I say over the phone last night?”

You avoided his eyes.

“Y/N, what did I tell you?” he pushed it.

“That you were asking me because you love me…”

“Exactly. I love you” Taehyung reassured. “I fucking love you so much and I want to marry you. We can get married tomorrow for all I care and I will be the happiest man on Earth” he confessed with a shaky, breathy laugh. “I know you don’t have the best of experiences with marriages, but trust me when I say that neither am I being forced into this nor do I feel pressured to do this. I love you and that’s it”.

“You promise?”

“I pinky promise” he stuck out his pinky, earning a laugh from you at how he had picked up on your antics.

“Pinky promise, then” you interlocked your pinky with his.

“Unless you don’t want to marry me, of course” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for the ring” you joked.

“I already have the ring,” his lighthearted words had you jolting up. “It’s the proposal what’s missing”.

After the first sentence, though, you had seemed to stop listening altogether — not at all caring about a proper proposal anymore.

“You… have the ring?” you carefully asked, almost afraid you had misheard it.

“Mhm…” he nodded.

“Is it here? I want to see it”.

“Showing it to you just like that would take all the romance away, though”.

“I don’t care,” you shook your head, gently reaching for his hand. “Taehyung, show it to me”.

Staring at you for a couple of seconds to make sure this was 100% what you wanted, he ended up giving in — your eyes following his every move as he walked over to his wardrobe, watching him push a few clothes aside before he seemed to find what he was looking for.

Next thing you knew, he was walking back to you with a ring in between his fingers. There was no box, only a ring. Yet you could feel just as nervous as if you were getting proposed to right there and then.

Stopping in his tracks right as he reached your side by the bed, he nervously fidgeted with it, not letting you properly see it.

“Okay, so, um…” he cleared his throat. “This is more of a family antique. It last belonged to my grandmother and she passed it down to me, so if it’s not your style or you just don’t like it, please let me know and I—”

“Handsome,” you soothed him, gently holding his free hand. “Show me”.

Biting down on his lip, he took a seat beside you, trying his best to stop his hand from shaking when he finally let you take a look at the ring — a beautiful Victorian one, made out of white gold, with a diamond in its base.

Eyes going up to him, you didn’t even have to speak to let him know how much you loved it, even at first sight. That had seemed to calm his trembling hand a tiny bit.

“Can I try it on?” you hopefully asked.

Taehyung jolted up, as if you had just snapped him out of his running thoughts.

“Uh, y-yeah” he stuttered, struggling to hold your hand and managing to align the ring in front of your index finger, yet stopping before he could slide it on. “I think it’s your size, but I’m not sure, so if you feel it a bit loose or—”

“Yah,” you called him out with a giggle, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as you tightly wrapped your arms around him. “Why are you so nervous?”

“How are you not?” he bit back.

“I am, trust me” you confessed. “But I guess I’m just way too happy to let it take over”.

“I’m happy, too” he pouted, resting his head on yours. “You’re just not the one proposing”.

“I just asked to try it on, though” your lips pressed lightly to his chest. “Not for you to propose”.

“Still feels the same”.

Because, either way, he wanted it to be perfect. After all you had been through to be with him, he believed you deserved that much.

Before you could keep on bickering, though, and before he could allow his nervousness take over completely, he grabbed your hand, holding it right in front of where your heads rested together, and slid the ring on your index finger like he had tried to do one minute ago — catching his breath the moment he realised it fit perfectly.

You smiled brightly, blissfully.

Sitting up straight, you crossed your legs as you admired the way the ring looked on your hand. You had never thought you would love the way an engagement ring looked on it so much.

For an entire year, you had refused to wear the one Sungjin had given you. You hated the way it looked on you. You hated wearing it, for whenever your eyes laid on it, you were reminded of the fate that you were possibly facing in a matter of months. Wearing it felt like a burden. Therefore, you did not.

Taehyung’s, on the other hand, felt like hope. It felt like pure happiness, and looking at it right then, you could only think of the future that awaited for the two of you. Together.

You felt like never ever taking it off.

“I love it” you confidently confessed, eyes still fixed on the diamond shining in front of you, missing the way Taehyung’s boxy smile had parted his lips. “I love it. It’s so gorgeous, it’s… perfect”.

“You think so?” he whispered.

You nodded, finally meeting his hopeful eyes. “You’re kidding? I feel so honored you chose me to give it to”.

“Who else would I have given it to?” he amusedly tilted his head. “You’re the only person I’ve ever had a relationship with”.

“Still could’ve chosen someone else”.

“Not a chance” he mumbled against your lips, not missing a second to taste them for what could easily be the hundredth time that day. “I only want you”.

“I’ll have you know I am never taking it off” you proudly looked at it on your finger once more, this time noticing the way he smiled at you. “What?”

“I really fucking love you” he breathed out, lightly pecking your lips when he noticed the heat reach your cheeks. “But I’m afraid you will have to take it off now and wait until the actual proposal”.

“I don’t care about a proposal” you let him know with a pout, pulling your hand away from his when he tried to reach for it.

“Y/N, I didn’t even get a box for it”.

“I don’t care”.

“I promised I’d go down on one knee and give one of those cheesy speeches that leaves you crying”.

“I don’t want to cry anymore,” you stated. “I’m the happiest right now. This is all I want”.

“You deserve better than being proposed to in bed right after fucking”.

“Sounds pretty intimate to me” you shrugged, holding back the urge to laugh when he threw you a glare for an answer. “Unless you don’t want to propose to me, of course”.

“Yah,” he tackled you down on the mattress, joining in your laughter as he hovered you. “You don’t get to say that whilst wearing the engagement ring I just gave you”.

You cupped his cheek with one hand, gently caressing his soft skin with your thumb as your confident eyes locked with his. “Ask me then”.

With you lying underneath him, looking at him with those eyes he loved so much and wearing his ring on your finger, there was only so much he could take.

So, leaning in until his lips were faintly touching yours, he gave in.

“Kim Y/N,” he began, eyes travelling from your mouth to your expectant eyes. “Marry me”.

“What?” you played dumb. “I don’t think I could hear you”.

“Marry me,” he repeated, gently pulling the fabric of your t-shirt over your hips for his long fingers to caress your skin. “Let’s get married and never again be away from each other. Let’s go to Europe and forget about everything that hurt us over here. Let’s come back in a few years and settle down in this house. Let’s have a bunch of kids and happily raise them here. Let’s grow old together and bicker until the end of our days” his thumb caught a tear that had just rolled down your eye, even after you had claimed you didn’t want to cry anymore. “Let’s be happy”.

You were at loss of words — teary, elated eyes, along with the way you had just begun to effusively nod your head up and down, being the only form of answer you could give him.

“I’m gonna need actual words here, princess” he softly teased, wiping another tear from your face. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will marry you, you idiot” you sniffled, pressing your smiling lips to his matching ones and then pulling him down to your chest. “I was literally begging you to ask me like one minute ago”.

Feeling his chest tremble on top of yours as he hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck, you couldn’t tell whether he was crying or laughing. The sniffle that has just been followed by a chuckle of his, however, let you know he was indeed doing both.

“I thought you had no tears left to cry?” you teased him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Shut up” he blurted out, nuzzling your neck. “I can’t believe you just called me an idiot after my sweet, oh so sweet proposal”.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic words. “It was with love, you know that”.

Shaking his head, he let go of his comfortable place on your chest, going back to your eye level. “Say that you’ll marry me again. But this time do it sweetly”.

“Now why would I do that?” you taunted.

“There is no way we’re telling our kids you called me an idiot when I proposed,” he pointed out. “We need to set a good example”.

At that, you couldn’t help but throw your head back — a loud, throaty laugh escaping your mouth. “And what kind of good example would it be telling them that you asked me to marry you in bed right after we f—”

“Don’t” he warned you.

“Am I wrong, though?” you laughed, then letting down a dreamy sigh as you made yourself more comfortable in bed. “God, I never thought I would be proposed to in bed right after having sex, with my neck full of hickeys, hair all messy and wearing only a t-shirt and panties”.

“Yah! You said it was okay” Taehyung called you out, sounding way whinier than he had intended to.

“And it was!” you reassured him with a giggle, resting an arm over his chest and a leg over his bottom body after he had slumped down on his back next to you. “But it’s still not the best of sights”.

“It’s my favourite look on you so far” Taehyung argued, fixing a strand of your hair away from your face. “Hot as hell”.

“Definitely not a story to tell our kids, though” you amusedly shook your head. “Or our friends”.

Laughing along, he leaned in until his lips were temptingly brushing yours. “We can always sugarcoat it”.

“We’ll make up a story for them” you agreed with a chuckle, merrily kissing him back when he closed the painful gap between your mouths.

“That we can” he agreed, hovering your body as he pulled you back down on the mattress. “On the topic of kids, though, we could start practicing for when we try for a baby in the future”

“Eager much?” you teased, allowing him to use his knee to pull your legs apart.

“I’m just thinking about the sake of our family”.

Family. How could that one word go back to meaning the world to you after having it be nothing but a burden for so many years.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we have to” you pecked his lips.

Taehyung pouted. “But practicing a little bit doesn’t hurt”.

“Just say you want to fuck me and go”.

A chuckle abandoned his lips at that, teeth lightly grazing the marks on your neck. “You’re saying I don’t need an excuse?”

“As if you’ve ever needed one” your words got a prideful smile from him, planting a small kiss to the same spot he had been teasing all day. “Stop it with the hickeys”.

“Nope” he simply replied. You weren’t leaving the house anytime soon anyway.

Nevertheless, his mouth pressed one last time to your neck before he pulled away.

“Wait,” you blurted out when he went back to your mouth. “So I have the ring and the hickeys you gave me on me right now…”

He smiled. “So?”

“So… You’ve marked me as yours twice” you pointed out, receiving a rather smug expression from him. “It’s only fair I get to leave a bunch of hickeys on you as well”.

“Come anywhere near my neck and be ready for a round two and maybe even a round three” he threatened you.

You smiled teasingly, pushing him down on the mattress and straddling his lap — hand pressing down on his chest as you nuzzled his neck.

“Y/N, I’m warning you”.

“You’re acting as if I don’t enjoy having you fuck me stupid,” you went back to his eye level, the tone in your voice and determination in your eyes, being enough to turn him on all over again. “Plus, didn’t you want to practice for when we try for a baby in the future?” 

“Fuck, you’re the love of my life” he pulled you to his lips. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will marry you, my love” you sweetly answered against his mouth, then letting a smirk take over your face. “Was that the oh so sweet answer you wanted?”

He smiled, satisfied. “Definitely”.

“Good,” you chuckled, lips travelling down to his neck. “Now stay still so I can make sure everyone knows you’re mine, too”.

[day6-writings]

Hold Still

Pairing: Park Sungjin x (Female) Reader 

Words: 387

Warnings: Mentions of slight violence 

a/n: number 81 (”Hold still”) on on the drabble challenge, requested by a wonderful anon.

Rain patters against the window, but it somehow comforting. It's strange how you find such pleasure in listening to the bets of the weather most people despise. Then again, you're not like most people, not in a lot of aspects. 

Your hands work carefully around Sungjin's open wound. It's bloody and sore, and he hisses every time you come to contact with it; though, it's his own fault that all of this has happened. He didn't have to get in a fight at the bar, he didn't have to stand up for you. 

It had been peaceful, you were working behind the bar at your normal late night Friday shift. It was warm, and candles scented the space and everything felt nice. Sungjin sat at a bar stool and kept you laughing as you cleaned wine glasses. But fate was testing you, and chaos let loose. 

"Hey, sweet thing, get me a whisky, will you?" A slurred man slouched against the counter. You smiled at him gently, knowing when the alcohol has to stop being given to a person. 

"I'm sorry sir, I think you've had enough. How about I call a taxi for you?" The man scoffed, "are you still talking? I said I wanted a whisky." 

"I must apologise sir but I'm not allowed to-" 

The man cut you off kid sentence, elbowing Sungjin with a laugh as he said, "You know what, girls like her are only good for marrying someone rich and pumping out babies, am I right?" 

And that's when the violence broke out. 

"Hold still," you tell him. He sighs, but stops moving his head when you place wound closure strips across the torn skin now it has finally stopped gushing. 

"How the hell did I ever get so lucky?" He asks. His voice is low, and rough, but the words are so sweet and makes your lips turn up into a smile without you being particularly conscious of it. 

"What do you mean?" You ask him. 

"To meet you, I don't know how I ever got so lucky." 

You don't say anything, your smile speaks enough, and then your lips are on his cheek, kissing the space just beneath the wound. 

"Don't stop there," Sungjin tells you with a glint in his eye, "It's starting to feel better with kisses."