#seulgi why are you so fucking hot

[seullovesme]

WHAT ABT MY MENTAL HEALTHHHH

WHAT ABT MY SANITY

WHAT ABT MY HEARTTTTTT

[wendysimp]

Secrets Out Pt.1 (Wendy x Seulgi)

Wendy (Step Sister) is back X Seulgi X Male Reader

Tags: Shower Sex, Risky Sex Blowjob, Double Blowjob, Spitting, Deepthroat, Daddy Kink, Threesome, Riding, Face Sitting and much more!

This is a series which is continuing off from The Bog Reveal which is a 3 part Smut. Hope you guys enjoy.

(Y/n’s POV)

Ugh school… WHY?! I just want to be glued to my bed all day.

“Honey? Wake up, time for school.” Really mom?

Just kill me honestly. After finally getting up from my comfortable bed I should be sleeping in, I grabbed myself a change of clothes before heading out to have a shower. There’s only one problem… My Sister is in the shower already.

Last weekend. One of the craziest things ever happened. What is it you ask? Well to keep it short and sweet, I not only fucked my big sister Wendy, but I also got to fuck her hot friends too.

I could remember every single second of it. Even after that Wendy and I would mess around. Speaking of Wendy… I look around to make sure the coast is clear. Good! I’m gonna get in and surprise her.

(Wendy’s POV)

Nothing more like starting off the morning with a nice warm shower. I love the feeling of the water dripping down my body… and feeling Y/n’s cock inside me- okay wait what?! Fuck!

That dumbass really got me needing him more. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve always been needing him. I even sucked his dick under the table while having dinner with our mom there as well. Luckily she didn’t catch us.

I’m getting wet. I-I… need him. I slide my hands down to my pussy, rubbing it just like how he does it to me.

“Mmm Y/n I need you’re touch.” I moan softly to myself.

“I see you can’t stop thinking about me sis.” My eyes widened.

I turn around, see Y/n and before I could scream he covers my mouth and pins me against the shower glass. I look up into his eyes.

“Shhh mom will hear you.” He whispers. Even the way he talks is making me more wet.

He finally removed his hands and I cover my body.

“What are you doing here dumbass?!” I asked him and he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, you’re really coving up even though I’ve seen you naked before when we fuck?” This tease.

I slap his arms and continued to wash up as I tried to ignore him. I felt him hold me from behind, feeling his hands roam around my body. Fuck Y/n you’re killing me. I bite my lip hard trying not to give him a reaction he wanted out of me.

“Come on, don’t you need my touch sis?” H-his hands! His rubbing my pussy.

“S-shut up and let’s hurry and finish up before mom suspects something.” I tell him but he doesn’t listen. No surprise there since he barely listens to me.

“Shhh she won’t.” I felt his lips on my neck. It turned me on so much I even let out a little moan. He smirks against my skin.

“You like that don’t you?”

“S-shut up you perv.” I tell him as he keeps going.

I felt his cock press against my ass. This fucker! You know what? Two can play that game!

(3rd Person View)

Wendy turns and Kisses Y/n deeply while stroking his cock slowly making him harder and turned on. They pull away as they look into each others eyes

“Hurry up and fuck me!” Wendy whispers.

And with that, no hesitation from Y/n as he turns her around again, bends her over as she was against the shower glass once again. He lines himself up along her pussy and slides into her.

Y/n let’s put a grunt while Wendy let’s put a moan as she feels him deep inside her. Y/n grabs her hips and start to thrust deep and hard as their bodies slap against each others.

“You fucking like that Wendy? You like when bro fucks you so good?” He slams into her harder causing her to roll her eyes back.

“Y-yesifuckingloveit!” She moans uncontrollably.

Y/n gives Wendy a light spank on her ass, leaving a mark which she didn’t mind at all as she was filled with lust.

“F-fuck you’re so deep inside of me!” She moans and looks over her shoulder at her brother.

(Y/n’s POV)

A knock can be heard and we both look at each other.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered to me which I nodded and keep fucking her tight pussy.

“Wendy, are you okay in there?” Mom asks her.

“Y-yeah mom I’m fine just- f-fuck!” She moans leaving mom confused. I chuckled.

“Calm down mom will catch us.” I whispered and tease her more while fucking her faster and deeper. She turns and slaps my hand.

“S-shut up dumbass!” She whispered to me.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Y-yes mom I’m okay. I-I feel s-so… s-so fucking good right now.”

“W-well okay. I’m off to work now, make sure your brother gets ready. I love you.” She says before leaving.

“Love you too!” She yells back.

Mom leaves and she pulls my cock out of her before turning to me and said…

“Take me to your bed and fuck me!”

(A little time skip)

We finish up and Wendy raises from between my legs, wiping her mouth.

“Thanks for giving me my breakfast baby boy.” She winks after swallowing my load I shot into her mouth.

She leaves my room, telling me to hurry up and get ready. What a great way to start the morning.

I put in my clothes get my bag and keys then wait for Wendy. She comes down a few minutes later and see her with a nice, beautiful dress which looked so sexy on her. The things I’d do to her right now with that dress on.

“You look beautiful Wendy.” I tell her causing her to blush and look away. I chuckled.

“T-Thanks dumbass. We also gotta pick up Seulgi on the way to school. She needs a ride.” She tells me which I didn’t mind at all.

We head over to Seulgi’s and she comes out with a nice blue dress that looked absolutely fucking great on her. Look at her curves!

She enters the car with a big smile and puts on her seat belt.

“Hi Y/n! Hey Wendy!” She greeted us warmly.

“Hey baby, you look really great today. Love that dress you got on.” I flirt. Wendy doesn’t seem to like it when I flirt with her friends.

Seulgi blushes and bites her lip.

“Okay not now! Let’s get to school before we arrive there late.” In a rush are we sis?

“Yes ma’am I’m on it.” I start to drive.

“You’re annoying you know that?” She rolled her eyes.

“So how was the sex on his bed this morning?” Seulgi asks with a teasing smirk which caused her to get a slap on the arm by Wendy.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to mention what I told you in front of him!” She scolds her.

“Oww okay okay!” Seulgi rubs her arm.

“Wendy relax. You okay Seulgi?” I asked her and she nodded.

“W-Wendy? Could I maybe have your brother again?” She asks.

“Eww what?! No!”

“Oh come on, you’ve got to have so many turns with him and plus, I’ve been missing the feeling of him inside me.” She looks over at me and I wink at her.

“I missed that feeling too.” I tell her.

“Okay first of all, I’m right here, and secondly, I’m not just gonna sit aside and watch you guys fuck! We got school to go too!” Wendy isn’t a fan of being late to school.

“Who said anything about watching when you can join us?”

“Yeah she’s right sis come on.” Why does Wendy have to be a party pooper?

“No! That’s final.” She looks out the window as silence fill the car.

(Meanwhile)

Slurping, choking, moaning and spitting. If you haven’t guessed it yet, Wendy changed her mind last second and here we are, in the backseat all together, naked as they share my cock.

“Mmm that’s it keep sucking just like that. You’re so good at this Seulgi.” I smile and praise her as she winked and bobbed her head all the way down my length.

My cock hits the back of her throat which felt like I was in a dream world. She chokes and pulls away to catch her breath then spits on my shaft. Meanwhile, Wendy was doing fucking amazing with my balls in her mouth. I could feel her tongue just run circles around each of them and felt the vibrations on my balls from her moans.

They both switch as Wendy takes me into her mouth and Seulgi taking my balls.

“Mmm you like that huh perv? You like the way your big sis sucks your big fat cock?” Wendy smirked as she continued to blow me.

“Shut up and just keep sucking.” I lean my head back in pleasure.

They keep going until they eventually pull away.

“Lay down daddy. I wanna show you how a good girl rides.” Seulgi really turns me on with the way she talks.

I listen and lay down as she straddles my lap and Wendy straddles my face with her pussy. Fuck what a time to be alive. Without wasting time. Seulgi slumps down on my cock, riding like there’s no tomorrow while Wendy sits her ass on my face. Moans fill out the car but Seulgi let’s out a scream.

“Ahhh fuck Y/n your cock is deep inside of me! I-it’s so big!” She yells in complete pleasure.

“S-Seulgi be q-quiet… p-people might hear- f-fuck right there! Fuck me with your tongue baby boy!” She let’s out a yell as well as she couldn’t help herself.

I grip Seulgi’s hips and squeeze onto Wendy’s ass. The car was shaking like crazy with the way they were both riding me. They both switch places as Wendy rides me as I get a taste Of Seulgi’s soaked pussy.

“F-fuck bro! Your dick is so good.”

“K-Kiss me Wendy.” They both pull each other into a heated make out, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Having Wendy and Seulgi is one of the best things in the world, but how could I forget Joy? Yeri? And Irene? Having all five is so much better but hey, I’m not complaining.

After a while of riding both my face and cock, I felt Seulgi release onto my face and Wendy onto my cock.

“Ahhh f-fuck yesss y/n!” The both moan before getting off of me.

They both look at me with a stare full of lust and smile.

“Daddy still needs to cum. How about we help your brother unload?” She looks at Wendy with a smirk.

“You read my mind. Don’t be afraid to let it all out baby boy.” She winks and they both get in between my legs just like before and lick up from the base to my tip slowly.

The both kiss my tip and stop as Wendy takes her phone out.

“Let’s make a video for our girls. You wouldn’t mind taking the video do you baby boy?” Wendy looks up at me.

“Not at all.” I say and smile as I take the phone and hit record.

They kiss my tip again.

“Hey girls. You’re missing out. Too bad you guys can’t be here.” They both tease the other girls and down my cock into their mouths.

They both take turns slurping my cock and occasionally spit on it before making out with my cock in the middle. I was going completely crazy. Watching them pass my cock around to each other like it was delicious food.

“Give us your cum baby boy.” Wendy strokes me.

“Give it all to us daddy. Give us your big yummy load. Shoot it down our throats.”

Their dirty talk is fucking amazing I can feel myself getting closer… and closer… and-.

“I-I’m gonna cum. Open up!” I tell them and they listen and do what I said.

They open their mouths and smile as they both wait patiently for my load. They both stroke me which took me into another dimension.

I watch as my load shoots out and down their throats but some hitting their beautiful faces. They smile and giggle as they start to play with my cum and share it. These girls are crazy. They make out before swallowing my cum and show the camera that there was none left but a mess still on their faces.

“See you guys soon.” They both blow a kiss and wink before I end the video. Wendy takes her phone and sends it to Joy, Irene and Yeri.

Seulgi cleans her face and lick the remaining cum off her fingers. Wendy does the same and looks up at me.

“You made a mess dumbass. Lucky you, I don’t mind cleaning it off.” She smirked.

They both get up and sit on each of my legs and lean in for a three way kiss. We made out for what felt like ages before we pull away to catch our breaths.

“Let’s get to class now.” Seulgi says and we nodded as we all get our clothes back on and head into the school.

We head to our classes which of course, we all received a detention. Was it worth it? Fuck yeah it was. I’m also glad we didn’t get caught. Word does go around pretty quick.

(Unknown POV)

What the fuck?! I just witnessed Y/n fucking Seulgi… and his step sister in his car?! I heard screams in the parking lot and decided to check it out, that’s when I saw the scene happen in front of my eyes.

I recorded most of it. I can’t wait to show the girls… though, looking through the video, Y/n’s dick is making me… wet. Fuck I wonder how he feels inside- okay enough! I got to get out of here and change my panties.

To be continued!

I’m so so sorry I took so long to put something out. Personal reasons that prevented me to do so. But I’m back and hope I can be consistent like how I was before. I hope you guys enjoyed and sorry if it was a little shorter than expected but I wanted to get rid of the cobwebs when it comes to writing. Again I hope you enjoyed and… this is only the beginning.😉

(If there’s any errors please let me know and I’ll fix it. Thank you!)

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ★ ۫ MILKY WAY ୨୧

based on milky way by seohyun

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…

6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 / fn. 31/08/23

pairing. ━━━━━ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)

featuring. ━━━━━ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc

genre. ━━━━━ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity

warnings. ━━━━━ i’m not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) ᜊ THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) ᜊ EXTRAS

PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :

★ CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!

★ CH 001. CLONE FANTASY

★ CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK

★ CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS

★ CH 004. DON’T LEAVE ME TALL FUCK

★ CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE

★ CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

★ CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES

★ CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!

★ CH 009. IS YN OKAY?

★ CH 010. NO FANBOYING

★ CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I

★ CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II

★ CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)

★ CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT

★ CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA

★ CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK

★ CH 017. I’M SO HASTAG SRS

★ CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU

★ CH 019. HE’S UP TO NO GOOD

★ CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA

★ CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR

★ CH 022. NVM Y’ALL HE RESPONDED

★ CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS

★ CH 024. RPS LEGEND

★ CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN

★ CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM

★ CH 027. WTFDYM

★ CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING

★ CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN

★ CH 030. AS LONG AS SHE’S HAPPY

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )

PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :

★ CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

★ CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED

★ CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)

★ CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES

★ CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED

★ CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING

★ CH 037. OLD FRIENDS

★ CH 038. I DON’T THINK I’M OKAY

★ CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

★ CH 040. LOVELY

★ CH 041. STEP BY STEP

★ CH 042. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

★ CH 043. OOPS

★ CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF

★ CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI

★ CH 046. LOSER DOESN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

★ CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW

★ CH 048. LE’ ASTRE

( EXTRA. STAR’S 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LE’ ASTRE )

★ CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S UNHOLY

★ CH 050. I’M ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

★ CH 051. BUTTERFLIES

★ CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME

★ CH 053. OK? OK! OK

★ CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS

★ CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME

★ CH 056. THE TRUTH

★ CH 057. SERA WATANABE

★ CH 058. XD

★ CH 059. MILKY WAY

★ CH 060. LOVE

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART ii )

ENDING O1.

★ 00i. PERUVIAN LILIES

★ 0ii. THE PRETTIEST

ENDING O2.

★ 00i. WHAT MAKES HIM, HIM

★ 0ii. LOM(OMMY)L



ENDING O3.

★ 00i. FINAL PUZZLE PIECE

★ 0ii. MINE.

★ AFTER WORD.

milky way © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

[ladysroom-zaza]

Seulgi loses a bet and has to answer the door completely naked to the delivery person and offer themselves as a "tip".

You hated working as delivery girl the Friday night, it was just this endless repetition of "take the pizza from the shop, arrive to the building, deliver the food, repeat". You groaned, completely bored, while coming out from the elevator. You walked till the right door and you knocked, waiting for someone to open you.

On the other side of the door Seulgi was destroying her lip for how strong she was biting it. Stupid games night, she hated those. Why did she even accept such a risky bet in first place? Well, it was too late to complain, her fate was knocking on the door.

When the door was opened, you couldn't believe your own eyes: one of the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen was standing naked in front of you as if it was nothing. "Uhm...ehm...I...", your brain didn't seem interested in helping you at all in that situation.

"You are here to deliver the pizza, right?", Seulgi asked kindly, even if she could clearly see the boxes between your hands. You seemed really cute and she wanted to help you, maybe this bet was not such a bad idea...

"Oh...yes, sorry. The total is 30$", you finally managed to interact with her. She took the boxes and put them aside. "30$ plus tip, right?", she asked in a flirty tone, caressing your hand, while slowly pulling you inside.

"I mean, if you want...", you said in a breath, unable to stop looking at her body. "Yes, I definitely want", she made the first move, kissing you. Her soft lips meeting yours. Being professional was not an option anymore.

You lightly pushed her body against the wall, making her squirm under your touch. "I'm in your hands", she whispered in your ear, and that was actually a funny choice of words because your hands were just moving down till groping her bare ass.

It was so fat and soft that it was a crime to not squeeze it until she moaned. But her ass was not the only place your hands were going to visit: her sweet hole was the next target. They started rubbing around her pussy, caressing her folds.

"You are so wet, aren't you?", you teased her and she could only nod embarassed. Her expression was adorable and expectant, but soon it became a face full of pleasure when you finally moved your fingers inside.

"Ahhh... don't stop", she moaned, pulling your body impossibly close. "Stop? Girl, don't joke", you reassured her in your own way. Now it was your head moving down, going to taste those pink nipples that got your attention since when she opened the door.

Seulgi couldn't believe to what was happening to her: a complete stranger was sucking her tits while fingering her, she was such a slut... and she loved that. You also couldn't believe to your luck: this incredibly hot woman offered for you for no reason and she was already under your thumb.

"Fuck...fuck...ahhh", Seulgi loudly moaned, while releasing her juices all over your hand, before sitting down exhausted. She surely didn't expect to close her for few moments and, opening them again, to be face to pussy with you.

Yeah, because in an instant your work trousers were gone and now it was your turn to feel good. "This will taste even better than pizza", you moked her, while grinding your pussy lips against her mouth lips.

Even if surprised, she immediately started to use your tongue to exchange the favor. Her tongue was moving from left to right, up and down, inside and outside. This naked woman didn't stop to surprise you.

The way her grip was so firm on your ass, her face was glued to your cunt, eating you as if she was starving. She didn't let you even when you was spasming and covering her face with your juices, she instead licked you down until you were clean.

"Should we...go for another round?, you asked, panting. "...please yes", she shyly accepted your proposal. Few moments later you both were again slurping each other pussy, in the 69 position. That entrance hall was a mess of moans and wet sounds.

Seulgi tongue movements were clean and precise, knowing exactly how to use it to make you have another orgasm. On the other hand, you were so chaotic and messy, but despite that you were doing extremely well, judging by how much her legs were trembling.

At the end you were just eating the pizza she ordered on the floor, next to each other, still naked. The fact that even while eating you couldn't stop kissing each other was a good signal, it was not going to be one time only. Too bad for the four girls waiting for their food in the living room for an hour and that heard everything.

[gyupinkys]

Use you

Hoshi x reader ft. txt

Soonyoung doesn't play around when it comes to his girl. Despite you being able to fend for yourself, he can't help but worry when you turn up missing. You on the other hand, you're having the time of your life putting a bratty Soobin and his friends in their place.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, TORTURE, guns, knives, switch reader, dom hoshi, impact play, degradation, masturbation, some mxm, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, voyerism, exhobitionism, mommy and daddy kink bondage, and more. I kinda went a little ham.

WC-2.8K

Hoshi’s knuckles are really starting to hurt. He’s not the muscle man so why is he the one torturing this man for information? 

“Where is she?”

“You’re never getting your bitch back.” the man tied to the chair says with a bloody smile. 

Soonyoung likes to think he’s a calm man. He always tries to keep his head steady, he tries to think things through, but right now all he can see is red. This fucking low life thinks he can disrespect you and it’s wont become an issue?

“That bitch huh?” Hoshi says with a smile; turning around to pick up his favorite, sharpest knife. You gifted this to him two years ago after you stabbed him in the leg for flirting with a girl at the club. The knife is beautiful, matte black blade with gold detailing and across the handle is his name engraved. You were so excited to give it to him only to see a girl's hand on his chest and his hands on her hips. You knew he was trying to rile you up, make you take him to the nearest bathroom and fuck him like he’s yours, but little did he know he had another thing coming. You and Hoshi have an open relationship, you both know you wouldnt work well tied down. Hoshi don’t mind you being with other people, frankly he think it’s kind of hot knowing you fuck other people but at the end of the day your his and you’ll do anything for him.  God, just remebering that night is making him hard but he needs to focus on the fucker who has the nerve to take you from him. 

Hoshi runs the knife across the cheeks, carving a smile into his face. “You know I've always wanted to do this to someone, joker style.” The man groans in pain and spits blood onto Hoshi's face. Without hesitation hoshi cuts the man's pointer finger clean off, making him scream.  

“You have nine more opportunities to tell me where she is.”

“Last I saw her she was gagging on my cock.”

“OK. You’re done.”

He shoves his knife straight into the mans throat making him gag and choke on his own blood.

“Gag on that bitch.”

Hoshi leaves the room frustrated. None of these guys give up any information and it’s already been two days since you were taken.

“Hosh, if you keep killing them you won’t get any information.” Jun sighs from outside. 

 “He doesn't know shit he’s just tryna piss me off.”

“Take a breath man, you know she can fend for herself.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know I can see why Karina won’t fuck you, you punch like a bitch.” you say as you spit blood out of your mouth. That's a complete lie, well not the Seulgi part but he absolutely does not punch like a bitch. Your head is throbbing after only one punch.

“Shut it Y/N, I really don’t want to hurt you.” Yeonjun spits.

“What is your goal here? All you're gonna do is piss off everyone and Hoshi will make sure to kill you.”

“You know how much respect I’ll get for being the one to take one of SVT’s girls? Make her mine? That's the biggest slap in the face to any man.” 

“You're so cute Soobin, but that’s not happening. You got the right idea, but the wrong bitch.”

“And what’s little old you gonna do?” he says with a smile.

“You really don’t know who you're messing with.”

“I’m so scared," he said sarcastically and turned to leave the room. Before the door closed you hear him sadly say to someone outside “Yeonjun, do i really punch like a girl?” 

This makes you chuckle to yourself. You feel bad for the poor kid. He’s trying to make a name for himself but this isn't the right way to do it.  Slipping your hands out of the poorly tied ropes you stand up and stretch your legs. These guys are clearly new to the game, they only tied your arms together which is a rookie mistake. They also didnt search you which is even more of a mistake.  You don’t think they’re stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, but you try it anyway and low and behold it's unlocked.You pick up a gun from the tool table and sigh feeling even more sorry for them, this is very pathetic. 

You walk outside to see this is an empty warehouse. You’d think they’d have someone guarding the door but you walk right out. You hear commotion coming from a side room and you peek inside seeing five guys arguing over a game. You decide to mess with them, walking in and taking a seat next to Soobin.

“What are we playing?”

They all look at you with wide eyes. “Beomgyu! I thought you said you tied her up!”

“I did, I don't know how she got out.” 

“Guys, you really need to figure your shit out.” you sigh.

“Why are you all sitting there go get her!”

Beomgyu jumps up and tries to grab you but you hit him across the face with your gun making everyone stop. They all put their hands up and you tell them sit down. 

“Guys, I really don’t want to kill you ok! You seem like nice dudes but this is not the way to make a name for yourselves. You can’t be a puppy and try to attack an elephant or some shit. Start small.” 

“I told you we shouldn't do this.” the blue haired one says.

“Taehyun this is not the time for “I told you so” “

“Can you not tell them it was us, I really don’t want to die.” the tall black haired one whimpers.

“Aren’t you so cute, what's your name?”

“Kai”

“Kai, I can’t let you guys go without punishment.” you pout.

“Pleaseeee” he says giving you a finger heart.

“God, you guys are so cute.” you say with a smile. 

“Stop calling us cute. I don’t know why we're even listening to you, bitch.”

“Soobin. Do you know that I kill people for a living?” you say as you approach him.

“So trust me when I say I’m not scared of five little boys who think they have the balls to be in the mafia.”

“I think you’re underestimating us,” he says as he looks down on you.

“Do your best, love.”

He goes to throw a punch at you which you quickly dodge and grab his wrist, twisting it until it snaps.

“Oooh thats gotta hurt.” you mock in false sympathy as he drops to floor clutching his hand.

“I’m sorry baby, here let me fix it for you.” you grab his wrist and pull it, making him whine in pain. “Are you going to behave Soobin?” 

“Yes, yes please just fix it” he whimpers.

You snap his wrist back in place making it instantly stop hurting, hearing him sigh out a breath of relief. “Go sit back down and shut up.” He stands up and sits on the couch, furthest away from you.

“Kai, sweetie, come here.”

He sheepishly stands up and walks over to you with his head hanging. You put your hand on his chin and raise his head to make him look you in the eye. 

“Give me your phone kai.”

“You promise not to get us killed?” he pouts.

“Yes, sweetie, I pinky promise.”

He gives you his phone and you call Hoshi.

“Babe, I need you to come here. Track the address and come by yourself you won’t need any backup.”

“Y/N what's going on? Why would I come by myself?”

“Soonie, I have everything under control, I promise just come.” 

“Babe-”

“Hoshi, just come here jeez.”

“Ok babe I’ll be there.”

You hand your phone back to Kai and smile at him. “Can you get me some rope, Kai.” you say and drag your fingers up his arm making him blush.

“Kai, don’t.” Taehyun says.

“Go get it for me baby” you say and walk over to Beomgyu grabbing his hair. 

“I’m sorry about this by the way.” you say and softly touch his face making him flinch.  

“I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

“How? I’ll make you feel really good love, I promise.”

Kai comes back with the rope and you tie them up one by one with little complaints. You make sure to be careful with Soobins wrist, not wanting to hurt him more. You tell them to go sit in the corner and be quiet making taehyun stay on the couch. 

“Gyu, why did you want to hurt me?” you say caressing his face.

You see his eyes dilate in real time. “Oh you’re enjoying this?”

“No.”

You straddle him and he groans, his hips bucking up into you. 

“What do you want me to do to you Gyu?”

He groans and you feel him throb under you. “Whatever you want Y/N.” 

“Whatever I want?” you say with a malicious smile.

“Well, I think I’m gonna punish you. Do you think you deserve a punishment?” 

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you agree.” You unbutton his pants and pull his boxers down, pulling him out. He’s much bigger than you anticipated, his dick was almost completely hard and throbbing. You spit directly on his tip and make his moan out, pulling at his restraints. You climb off him and round the couch so you're both facing the boys, draping your hands over his shoulders and beginning to stroke him. The other boys are staring hard at the two of you, all with dents in their pants. Yeonjun is biting his plump lips with furrowed eyebrows and Kai has the cutest blush on his face.

“Gyu, you feel so good in my hands. So big and thick you would stretch me out so nicely.”

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Only good boys get to fuck me baby.” you speed up your pace and tighten your grip making him buck his hips wildly. His moans fill up the warehouse and the other boys start shifting around trying to loosen the ropes.

“Yeonjun come here and rub Gyu for me and if he cums I won't let you cum.”

He groans but gets up and you re-tie his restraints so his hands are in front of his body.

He spits in his hands and strokes Beomgyu watching you walk up to Soobin.

“I don’t think you deserve anything. You’ve been so bad to me soobin.” you say as you rub him through his pants.

“I’m sorry, please, please, please.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” you say and turn to Taehyun who's looking at you with wide eyes.

“Taehyun come with me.” You sit on the couch and spread your legs. You pull down your pants and pull his face into your clothed core and he starts lapping at you. He rubs his face back and forth into you, his nose bumping your clit.

“Take my panties off honey.”

He pulls your underwear band with his teeth and lets it snap back on your skin. You smile at him and pick up the gun next to you pointing it at his head. 

“Don't play games honey.”

He immediately pulls your panties down and dives in. He sucks and licks, devouring you. You look over to Beomgyu and Yeonjun seeing both staring straight at your pussy; soobin and Kai doing the same.  You run your hands through Beomgyus' hair, stroking his scalp. 

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes, please let me cum Y/N, I’m so sorry”  

Seeing him look so helpless and pathetic makes you want to get up and fuck him but thats not what this is about. This is a punishment. 

“Yeonjun stop.” They both groan but Yeonjun stops stroking him. 

“I want you to switch. Gyu, you stroke junnie nice and slow for me ok?”

“Ok” he says, taking a deep breath.

You pull Taehyun deeper into you and he sticks his tongue into you, thrusting in and out. 

“Just like that honey, I want you to make me cum just like this.”

He moans into you,the vibration pulling you closer to the edge. You look up straight into Soobins eyes, giving him a smirk. 

“Don’t you just wish you behaved?”

He hangs his head and doesn’t answer you. 

Taehyun sucks hard on your clit and you’re thrown over the edge, moaning loudly making everyone groan. You pull Taehyun’s head back and catch your breath. You call Kai over and push Taehyun to the side. They don’t get to cum. “You three go back and sit by Soobin. Kai, sweety, take a seat for me Ok?”

 “My only good boy hmm?”

“Yes”

“Yes, who?” you say as you unbuckle his belt.

“Yes, mommy.” 

“There we go baby.”

You pull him out and lick a long stripe up his shaft. He whimpers and bucks his hips into your mouth.

“I’m sorry mommy, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok sweet boy.” you say and take his whole length in your mouth. Hoshi’s trained you to take his whole cock in one go, since Kai is slightly smaller it’s not an issue for you. You use your hand to rub his dick as you suck on his tip. You keep sucking until he’s whimpering and on the verge of tears.

“Baby?” you hear Hoshi’s voice echo through the warehouse.

“Perfect” you whisper and pull off Kai with a pop.

You walk outside to see a very apprehensive Hoshi looking around. 

“Hi, baby” you smile and give him a sweet smile.

“Why is there blood on your face? I’m gonna kill these motherfuckers.” 

“Soonyoung, calm down. I’m already punishing them come look.”

You pull Hoshi into the room and he see’s five boys all with their hard dicks out looking humiliated. 

“So you’re the punks that took my girl?”

They all hang their heads in shame. 

“What a pathetic scene.” he says as he walks further into the room.

“Baby, you should've just killed them, because if you don’t I will.”

“Soonie dont kill them. They're just trying to make a name for themselves.”

“They're not doing shit, especially not using my girl.”

“We already used your girl. Quite the slut you’ve got on your hands.” Soobin says with a smile.

You immediately run in front of Hoshi, knowing he was two seconds from killing Soobin. 

“He’s just a kid babe, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“I feel sorry for him.”

He gives you a dark look.

“Y/N, get on your knees.”

You immediately listen and drop to your knees looking up at him. He looks at Soobin, “I’ll show you how to really use a slut like her.”

You unzip his pants and pull out his cock spitting in your hand. Hoshi likes it beyond messy, he likes to see tears run down your face while you’re struggling to breathe. He pushes you all the way down his shaft, your nose on his pelvis. He starts to fuck your throat like he would your pussy. Your throat burns and you can’t breathe,your eyes start to flutter. He pulls out and slaps you, pulling your hair. 

“You can’t go two days without some dick? You resort to playing with punks like this”

“I’m sorry daddy. Maybe if you found me sooner I wouldn’t need to” you say with a smile. 

The five boys' eyes widen at you calling him daddy. Big bad dom Y/N is suddenly calling Hoshi daddy?

You’ve really riled Hoshi up now, he pulls you up and throws you over the couch so you're facing the boys.

“Watch real good, I’ll show you how to put those pathetic dicks to use.” he says as he slides in, not giving you time to adjust as he starts ruthlessly thrusting into you. He gathers your hair into his hands and pulls your head up so you have to look at all the boys. 

“Tell them how it feels baby.”

“It feels so good daddy, don’t stop.”

His thrust somehow deepens and gets harder, your whole body shaking. 

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“No, you don’t deserve it baby. You barely deserve me fucking you.”

“Daddy, please I need it so bad.”

“No.”

He puts your leg up on the couch and thrust impossibly deep, hitting your g spot everytime making you groan.

“Shit this pussy is always so nice and tight. I bet you wish you could feel, huh Soobin?” hoshi taunts.

“Fuck you” Soobin spits making hoshi laugh.

He feels you squeezing the life out of him, a clear sign you're about to cum. “Don’t you think about it baby.” he says, making you groan as he pulls out. He pushes you to your knees and cums on your face with  a groan. 

You look up at him with his cum covering your face and smiles. “So pretty like this, baby.” making you smile along with him.

He pulls his pants up and walks over to the boys bending down to Soobin. “Don’t think about trying some shit like this again. I’m not as nice as my dear Y/n, I’ll fucking kill your bitchass.”

“Let's go baby.”

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Haul-lelujah - Red Velvet Seulgi

"Seulgi, what's all this?" you ask, carrying some groceries into her kitchen—you were going to cook her a meal to celebrate her upcoming solo debut.

"Oh hey oppa! I went shopping! Just taking a video of my haul for a vlog."

"Oh, cool, have fun."

"Wait, don't you want to join in?"

"Aren't you just filming the clothes? Why would I be in the shot? Not like I can fit in them."

"Noooo help me film it. Since you're here, I can model them and you can film me wearing them!"

"I have to cook though."

"You can cook later! Please?" Seulgi's too cute to say no to, so you agree and take a seat on the bed, grabbing her phone to start recording. "Be right back!"

Shortly after Seulgi emerges from the bathroom in a sleek black pullover and sweatpants, the white colored wristband and socks contrasting well with the overall all-black outfit.

"Not bad," you say, impressed at the fit. "Oops, do I have to be quiet?"

"No no, it's okay, I'll voiceover it later." Seulgi disappears into the bathroom again. She reappears with an all-grey set this time.

"Mmm, I like the black one more."

"Really? Hmm okay, this one is pretty comfortable too. Let me try on a few more." In the bathroom Seulgi spied the few more pieces of outerwear she bought, and her eyes wandered to the more revealing workout wear she got as well.

She only planned to film the outerwear for her haul video, but she didn't think she'd be posing and showing off for you too. And now that you were here, all the stress from preparing for her solo debut has come back in full force—or rather, her need for relief. Biting her lower lip she chooses her next outfit…

"How about this one? What do you think?" Seulgi smiles at the reaction you try to hide—your eyes open wide for a brief moment, flashing to her instead of making sure she's centered on the phone screen. You shake a little, but the phone's built-in stabilizer makes it unnoticeable. Seulgi's wearing a hot pink sports bra, and her leggings might as well have been painted onto her body with how form-fitting they are, highlighting the lines of her hips and legs.

"It's nice, looks good," you manage to say, your mouth suddenly dry.

"That's it? What do you really think?" She turns around, giving you a 360 degree view of her body.

"Umm, I like it more than the sweatshirt and sweatpants?" you say honestly, but obviously not telling her the whole truth.

"Pfft, fine, be right back." Seulgi goes back to the bathroom, undressing one more time before putting on one more set, in the colors she knew you liked. She exits again in an even more stunning black sports bra and loose black sweatpants, complete with a windbreaker. She teases you, shrugging the windbreaker off a shoulder.

"Well?"

"It's umm, I think, it's umm—" you struggle to come up with words.

"No no oppa, don't tell me what you think, tell me what you want to think." She lowers her hand to your crotch as she kisses your cheek. "But tell me later, one more outfit, keep that camera raised."

"Fuck Seul you're killing me." Seulgi returns to the bathroom, blushing in the mirror as her hand almost moves on its own between her legs. Wait, just wait! she tells herself. Subconciously she brushes a hand over her breast—she'll need to edit the video later, Seulgi's so stiff she's surprised her nipples aren't poking a hole through the sports bra. She takes a deep breath and scoops her final outfit into her arms.

Here we go.

Seulgi comes out holding the pieces of her last outfit, and you're sure the camera's shaking as she rids herself of the windbreaker.

"What's up? Are we done?"

And then she takes off her bra in front of you.

"Seulgi!"

"What? It's not anything you haven't seen before," she says like it's the most casual thing in the world. Internally she hopes you don't notice her slight shiver, stripping herself so brazenly for you. Seulgi turns her back to you, pushing her sweatpants down and bending over at the waist for you. She's glad she isn't able to see you behind her—she would not be able to stop herself from jumping you, nor would she be able to stop you from pouncing on her, not from the way she can feel your burning gaze on her ass.

"Y-Yeah, but aren't you filming this for your vlog?" you ask, somehow aware enough to keep filming a topless Seulgi turning into a bottomless Seulgi, with only a simple pair of black panties keeping her from becoming naked Seulgi.

The two of you are barely holding yourselves together as Seulgi pulls on an even more seductive set of leggings, the white hem emphasizing where her midriff ends and her hips begin, and boy do they begin. You pray the camera doesn't catch the whimper of disappointment you let out as she slips into the white sports bra. A thin, see-through, almost pointless windbreaker completes the outfit, although it won't be for long—not if the two of you have anything to say about it.

As Seulgi walks up to you, filling the camera, your eyes follow the route her hand takes, up her curvy thighs, tracing a sinuous line over her hips, stopping at her breasts. Her hand pauses, and tantalizingly she cups a breast for the briefest of seconds, showing just how nicely she filled out the bra. Her fingers drift to her cleavage, drawing a line up between her modest peaks and to her neck, stopping at her ruby lips. Her face is almost as red as her lips—she can't believe she just put on a show for you, and she's pretty sure her other pair of lips is red too—red, swollen, wet, and ready to be parted.

"What do you think," Seulgi asks in a low voice.

"It's a hot look, you look good in it, well you look good in anything—"

"Tell me what you want to think," Seulgi shushes your rambling, grabbing the phone in your hand and stopping the recording. Camera off, she's no longer Seulgi the idol, she's yours. You wrap an arm around her toned midriff, pulling her into your lap.

"What I want to think? I think it's fucking hot, I think I want to rip your outfit off. No, I want to rip your top off, then I'm going to peel your leggings off inch by inch, kissing my way down your legs. Then I'm going to take those panties, stuff it in your mouth, and eat you out until you drown me and I die from your thighs crushed around me. Then I revive and fuck you until you can't stand… and that's when I bend you over and fuck you until I can't stand." your hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine, straight to the growing wetness between her legs.

"Fuck, and then?" Seulgi's pupils are dilated, her chest already heaving at the thought of everything you said. Her hands are already on her sports bra, tugging it, yearning for you to tear it off.

"Save the best for last, you ride me until both of us can't move, then maybe we order dinner, because I won't be able to cook."

"That is the best part, I like dinner." You lean in to kiss her, both of you laughing, then moaning softly as your hardness pokes against her wetness, even through the layers of fabric. Seulgi slips off the thin windbreaker, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"What are you waiting for then? I don't want you to think, I want you to do." If that's what Seulgi wants, that's what Seulgi gets, and you press her into the bed, attacking her neck as your hands tear at her sports bra. She manages to slip one arm, then the other out, and you hurriedly tug it off her head before flinging it away. The rash action makes Seulgi's perfect hair messy, and it looks even better on her.

"Fuck, so fucking hot." You mouth the words into her neck, feeling Seulgi moan, her fingers curling and uncurling uselessly while you hold her down by the wrists. Not for long though, as you move your hands down to her toned tummy, rubbing her smooth skin, before bringing it to her chest.

"So hard," you hiss, before making Seulgi cry out when you take a stiff nub in between your lips, sucking not too gently. Your fingers service the other nipple, tugging it firmly before rubbing her gently—half pain, half pleasure, and Seulgi is all wet.

She's already burning up, the tight leggings making her aware of just how aroused she was—she is suddenly conscious of every rub of her panties against her pussy, giving her small jolts of pleasure as you have your way with her. Seulgi moans loudly as you knee brushes between her legs, and she's embarrassed by how she bucks against your thigh, hungry for the friction you could give her. At this rate she might even cum before you get her panties off! She couldn't wait to have you devour her.

But you could wait. After adoring her breasts further, until she's already a limp puddle on the bed, you kiss your way down Seulgi's toned midriff, to the hem of her leggings.

"Take it off, please!" Seulgi's hands are in your hair, gently pushing you downwards. Just gently though—Seulgi isn’t needy enough yet, so you stay where you are. Kissing across the edge of her leggings, you hear both her giggle when you hit a ticklish spot, and her moan of frustration when you stamp your lips on a sensitive spot.

Her tummy twitches as you plant your kisses, and you swear you can hear the contractions, the squelches of her pussy just waiting to be fucked. Finally you start rolling her leggings down, earning a piteous whimper from her when you stop after just a little bit. No, keep going! Seulgi screams internally, biting the sheets as you kiss the newly exposed flesh.

You leave little love bites along her hip line, marking her where no one else would be able to see it, but unequivocally reminding Seulgi you are the only one who could do this to her. She would think of you every time she was naked, the only one who could make her a burning waterfall inside. You kiss across the top of her panties, and she's squirming underneath you, not so subtly bucking her hips up, praying you'd brush against her.

Her scent, her desire, it fills your nostrils as you bite and tug on her panties before letting it go. Seulgi's hands push you down more insistently, begging you to pull her panties down, so you roll the leggings down further instead. You look up at Seulgi, her face red with need, and keeping your eyes trained on her, you lean in towards her soaked panties… and swerve to kiss her thighs.

"Fuck babe!" Seulgi curses in pleasure, her thighs trembling when s on them, kissing and then blowing hot air over her skin. Goosebumps appear on Seulgi's skin, and you run your hands over her, sneaking them under her ass and grabbing her cheeks. She gasps and her hips lift off the bed again, offering her pussy to your mouth, if you would just eat her already. But you let her drop back to the bed, her legs straining against the tight leggings, wanting nothing more than to spread herself as open as possible.

You give her what she wants, pulling the rest of her leggings off, and Seulgi almost kicks you as she rushes to get them off. Her eyes are burning at you, too far gone to even be sorry about almost giving you a bloody nose. Yet you weren't done.

"O-oppa please, I'm so close!" You lift a leg, and Seulgi let's out something between a scream and a moan when your hot mouth teasingly sucks a toe. Your hands admire and knead her calves, while you linger slavishly on her foot—you suck a big toe, kiss the top, and then the bottom of her feet. You then move up her ankle, resting her leg on your shoulder as you slide alongside it, kissing up her calf and showing love to every part of her.

Seulgi loved and hated this part of you—you wouldn't just give her what she wants, eventually. No, you would give her what she didn't even know she wanted, like you worshipping and salivating over her entire body, and it's driving her mad with lust. When your lips reach her knee she takes her opportunity, hooking her leg over your shoulder and pulling you towards her. You end up face first between her legs, pressed against her ruined panties.

And it rapidly gets warmer, and wetter.

Seulgi has been desperately holding on, trying not to peak from your foreplay. Even as you kissed up her leg she was beginning to lose control, and when you fall forward, Seulgi's so turned on that your brush against her clit causes her to fall off the cliff.

"Oh god, nnngh oppa…" You feel and hear Seulgi squirt, her panties acting as a faceshield for the gush of juice exiting her. Spurts of it escape from the sides, splashing on your face and neck. You stay pressed on her pussy, eating her out through her panties, her leg on your back shaking as the intense orgasm blows through her and drains onto your face.

The ceiling seems to be spinning when Seulgi opens her eyes again, and she lifts a tired arm, closing her eyes and hoping that the room will stop rotating around her. Her entire body is buzzing, and you have to tap her a few times before she pulls her arm away.

"You okay?" you ask her, and Seulgi nods, not trusting herself to speak.

"Good, open." Her mouth hangs open, and immediately you stuff her mouth with the ruined panties. When did he take them off? Seulgi bites down on them as you move back down her body, and she's surprised by how wet and heavy the fabric is. Fuck I'm such a mess! She does not regret the gag though, as she screams loudly into it when you finally, finally, lick her pussy.

"Hnnnngh fuck!" Her thighs instantly close around your head, and her fingers alternate between gripping your hair and the bedsheets. Driven mad with ecstasy Seulgi pulls on your hair, directing you to wherever gives her the most pleasure, trying to fuck your face herself. You let her smear your face in her juices before taking control, kissing her labia and parting them with your tongue—you said you were going to eat her out, and you are going to eat her clean.

Your hands alternate between grabbing onto her thighs, holding them off to better hear Seulgi's cries; and grabbing her by the ass and lifting her hips up, to really dive into her, to have her buck into your mouth as you tongue her as deeply as possible. Your own noises and moans vibrate her delightfully, and when you aim up to lick and suck at her clit Seulgi breaks down.

Between the juice-soaked gag in her mouth and the sheer sensitivity of her body, Seulgi could taste the orgasm you give her, a guttural cry soaked up by her underwear, her drool mixing with the juice in it. Her body lifts off the bed and her head is buried in the pillow, an additional muffler to her screams. Her thighs snap tight around your head, jerking and twitching even as she drowns your face in slick. Seulgi's thighs help keep you glued to her spasming spewing slit, and you continue to eat her out, each orgasm blending into the next, until eventually you make good on eating her clean—she’s unable to squirt any more or any harder.

You wipe your mouth when the well finally runs dry, and Seulgi's thighs finally unstick from your head, legs sprawled out on the bed. You move up her trembling body, stripping yourself naked in short order. You take the gag out of her mouth, capturing her lips with ardor before whispering passionately in her ear.

"Your cum tastes so fucking sweet." You grab her legs, and Seulgi wraps them around your waist. A shiver goes through her body when she feels your hardness—as good as your tongue is, she wanted to be filled by something more substantial. You carry her to the nearest wall, pinning her against it as she lets one shaky leg down to the ground. Seulgi can barely stand at all, and her arms wrap around you tightly as you push into her. The other leg around your waist weakens, and you hook it by the knee, making her do a near split.

"Ahhh!" Her piercing wail is appropriate for how deep you penetrate her on your first full thrust, putting your weight into Seulgi and the wall. Her hands scratch your back, the room spinning again from how full you stuff her. It is almost uncomfortable, both the split of her legs and the expansion of her walls. Only you could make Seulgi flexible enough to do a split, and only you could make her stretch in more ways than one.

"Is this what you wanted? Giving me some lame excuse, wanting me to film your vlog, wearing those outfits and putting on a show for me? When all you wanted to wear was nothing, and all you wanted me to do is you?" you hiss. Seulgi gathers her strength, throwing her hips forward and driving herself deeper onto your cock.

"YES!" She's already cumming, sobbing into your neck as her toes curl in the air. Your whispers in her ear further her orgasm, even though at some point she's gone deaf in carnal bliss.

"I'm going to do just that, you'll never want to wear anything for me again, you'll spread your legs the moment you see me walk into the room." Seulgi moans at the thought, and it makes her clench a few more times around your shaft before her peak subsides. She starts to fall to the ground, but you support her with your hands, and she only sags part way down, her back curved at an angle against the wall.

It is enough to keep her steady, and you start pounding Seulgi into the wall, a breathless gasp and grunt escaping her with your every thrust, determined to nail her into the wall. The position is not necessarily great for her back, and no doubt she'll regret it tomorrow, but the pleasure forces her to focus on the present. And presently, Seulgi is loving the sight of your cock disappearing into her pussy, only to gasp at the sheer fullness of it a moment later. The fullness grows and throbs, and Seulgi manages to tear her eyes away from your cock and look you in the eyes.

"Give it to me…" she moans softly, and with a few more thrusts that threaten to fold Seulgi in half you unload your built up load. Seulgi bites her lower lip to hold back a cry, and her body does the deed for her, a small orgasm making her milk your shaft as she reacts to your warm seed filling her up, the sensation washing over her senses.

You stagger in the aftermath of your orgasm, your legs suddenly weak, your arms suddenly burning from holding Seulgi up for so long. You pull back to let her leg down, and when you unplug, a stream of white cum-slick mix leaks out of her and splatters on the ground below—it eventually slows to a trickle, crawling their way down Seulgi's inner thigh. She staggers as she lands on two feet, and you hug her close, making sure she doesn't stumble.

"You okay?" you mumble, a hand on her cheek to wipe the sweat and drool on her flawless face. Seulgi nods and melts into your embrace, basking in the warmth of the session. You bring her back to bed, the two of you laying down and catching your breaths. Eventually though, you flip Seulgi over, bringing her to the edge of the bed.

"Love you." Seulgi turns to smile at you happily, knowing you plan to make good on your thoughts.

"Love you more," you mutter and kiss her, your words warming her heart.

"I can't wait to fuck you again." Your whispered words also wet her pussy. Bent over at the edge of the bed and placed in such a compromising position, Seulgi starts dripping again, feeling your shaft rub and get bigger between her cheeks. Eagerly she lifts her hips slightly, to give you more of an angle to get you hard. It works wonderfully, and in short order you're bent over Seulgi, pinning her to the bed as you enter her sloppy, cum-filled warmth. She arches her back, seeming to lean back against your shoulder as you try to hilt yourself in her. You don't get quite as deep as earlier, but with her legs closer together Seulgi feels tighter, and you seem bigger inside her.

"Baby… oppa, pin me." You follow Seulgi's wishes, stretching Seulgi's arms out over her head, your hands on top of hers, making sure she lies flat on the bed from the waist up, her breasts pressed into the sheets. Your thighs press against hers, and Seulgi shuffles her knees forward, until her bottom half is flush against the side of the bed. A breathy moan escapes her, and she turns to look for you. You lean down and get face-to-face with her, your chest against her back. She leans in to peck your lips before closing her eyes.

"Ready."

Seulgi braces herself by relaxing into the bed. This was how she liked to be fucked: bent over, pinned down and helpless, but oh so wonderfully warm, your body effectively wrapping around her like a weighted blanket—a weighted blanket that could fuck her. She surrenders her pleasure to you, giving you full responsibility over her body, and Seulgi gasps as you gyrate your hips, grinding into her with slow and firm rotations.

"Good?" Seulgi opens her mouth to answer you, but the breath is forced out of her when you go deep, and what comes out is a soft moan instead. She tries to answer you three more times, and three more times you push as far as you can get into Seulgi, and soon she gives up, burying her face in the sheets. Her hands tense and relax underneath yours—tensing when you push in, then relaxing when you pull back.

You last longer after your first orgasm, so over time you feel Seulgi relax less and less, even as you pull out. She gets warmer and warmer underneath you, and her body's slowly tensing and coiling like a spring, building up the energy to explode. You know that she's close, so you make use of your authority over her, make sure you can drive her mad with pleasure.

"Don't cum until I say so." Seulgi squeaks, nodding weakly, but even as she does she tightens around you—just the thought of you telling her when to cum is making Seulgi heat up. Her breathing is labored and short, and it gets shorter every time you press the entrance to her womb.

"Fuuuugh, oppa…" Seulgi's losing her mind, starting to forget to breathe.

"Hold it in!" Your body pressed on top of her doesn't help things either, and her world begins to swirl in pleasure and lack of oxygen. You're sticking to her skin-to-skin, and Seulgi's almost hot to the touch. "Don't cum yet Seul, you're doing such a good job." She clenches around you, letting out a happy whimper at being praised, but she needs her release.

"Please, hnngh!" Every thrust forces air out of her lungs in a moan, and your cock replaces oxygen as the thing Seulgi needs to survive right now. She's trembling against you, and her eyes start to roll as you suck on her neck harshly, just adding to the sensation of being dominated. You know she's hit her breaking point, so you let her go.

"Cum, cum for me now!" A strangled wail vibrates against your lips on her neck, and Seulgi combusts. A gush of juice drenches your balls, her pussy the only muscle still functioning. You grind her through the orgasm, your shaft working like a piston, pumping wave after wave of her squirt over your cock. The contractions around your shaft are far too pleasurable, and you lose yourself to it—you had to pound her.

"Hnngh…" Through her orgasm Seulgi registers you pulling out and her hips being lifted. Her knees touch the softness of the bed, and she manages to prop herself up, keeping her hips raised for you. It is the perfect height for both of you, and with a hand on her hips you start hammering into her, your other hand on her wrists yanking her upper body off the bed, pulling her back on your cock. Seulgi's vision is blurry as her head lolls limply in the air, jerked powerfully against your thrusts as you expend the rest of your strength.

"Oppa! Haah, god! Mmmm!" Seulgi's reduced to wordless cries when you bottom out inside of her, marking each spurt of your load with a satisfied groan. You keep her pulled against you, your cock throbbing and spurting everywhere inside her, covering her walls with your thick white blanket. When you are finally done you let go of Seulgi, and the two of you collapse on the bed side by side. Seulgi's face is pink, sweaty, and beautiful, and you scoot closer to cuddle her, your bodies sore but satisfied. The two of you lie there for a while, calming down and letting your heart rate settle.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" you ask, but with a grunt Seulgi pulls herself on top of you, answering with a mischievous grin.

"Wait, we're skipping the best part?"

"I thought dinner was the best part?"

"No, the part where I ride you is the best." Seulgi slithers down your body seductively, taking you in her mouth and cleaning your cock of cum and slick. You slowly grow hard in her mouth, and when she is done cleaning she slides back up to you, whispering in your ear.

"Our cum tastes so fucking good, you taste so salty and I taste so sweet. Don't you feel it? You left such a big load in me, can't you give your little bear another one?" And you do feel it—Seulgi grinding her pussy on your half-hard shaft, and it gets slimier by the second, your combined fluids spilling out over you. "While I've been preparing for my solo debut, do you know who I miss the most?"

"Y-your members?" The sudden talk about work throws you off.

"No, it's you. I miss you."

"I've missed you too—" Seulgi shushes you with a kiss—now is not the time for lovey-dovey words, and she is not done with turning you on.

"When you're not here, when I miss you, do you know how many things I've tried to put in me, to try and get that stretch you give me?"

"N-No," you croak, you're already hard, and Seulgi's words alone might be enough to make you cum.

"I've tried toothbrushes, multiple, at once. Soju bottles, bananas, cucumbers, combs, brushes. Even one of the mics at the company! Fucking everything looks like your cock when you're not here, and none of them work." You moan at the thought of Seulgi stuffing anything and everything in her pussy, but she continues.

"I want to make you feel good too, just like you did to me. There are other things I can do with my pussy when you aren't fucking me senseless." The statement is a little ridiculous, considering how good you felt fucking Seulgi earlier, but you won't complain. Especially when Seulgi lifts herself off you, showing you her nude body in full glory. She runs her hands down her body, smiling at your eyes following them again, just like when she was posing for you earlier.

"I'm an idol you know. We know how to use our hips to dance, but that's not all they're good for." She leans back in to whisper filthily in your ear. "It's so good for riding cocks, I can have you stretch me out any direction I want. My pussy's not just a hole for you to pound and fill so fucking fully." There's a fire in her eyes, as if she had something to show you.

"It's pliable, flexible, expandable even. I'm going to have you open me up like a can, and fuck I hope you're ready to fill me, and this guy says yes." She reaches down to grab your already throbbing shaft, and with a moan she sinks herself down on you.

"Fuck Seul!" you cry out as you push through her cum-filled hole, damming what's left of your load in her. "Ohhh fuck!" you shout loudly as her warmth crushes you, Seulgi flexing her muscles to contract around you. She relaxes her grip on you, then tightens again, repeating it in rhythmic motions. It feels like one of Seulgi's orgasms, except she is clearly in control here, her eyes boring into yours.

"See, when you aren't making me lose control I can milk you without cumming myself. Is it good oppa?"

You nod and hiss, already gritting your teeth, not wanting to disappoint her by blowing early.

"It feels amazing, please stop, I'm getting close already." Seulgi nods and closes her eyes, focused on sinking down on you as deeply as she can.

"Fuck oppa yes, that's so deep, you stretch me out so much!" Now it is Seulgi's turn to gyrate her hips, and befitting her idol work she takes it to the extreme, almost snapping her hips in various directions as she grinds herself on top of you. "Do you see? You're opening me up so well, my pussy can be very flexible when taking your cock. You can go all around inside me…" She rotates her hips in a wide circle, and it’s like you're carving out your own space in her pussy, hollowing her out so that she can take your cock from any angle.

"Are you close?" Seulgi continues to ride you, angling herself for maximum pleasure, but her face gets redder and redder, and you can tell she's trying to stay in control.

"I've been close Seul!" you answer through pursed lips, giving her the signal to finish the two of you off.

"Okay, cum with me please? Give me that honey." You manage a nod, and Seulgi pushes herself off you. You bend your knees, offering her some support as she leans back and away from you. Seulgi let's out an involuntary whimper as she plants her hands on your thighs, reaching her desired position—at that angle your shaft rubs against her g-spot perfectly, and all the two of you need to do is move. Any movement will do.

Seulgi ruts forward and against you, and you push your hips up and down into her. You meet her eyes, and when they flutter shut so do yours.

"Oppa I'm going to cum! Cum with me!" When Seulgi clamps down on you again you let yourself go, filling the opened "can" that is her pussy, the two of you quivering in mutual climax. You thrust up and lift Seulgi with your hips, and when the blinding light in your head fades away, you hear Seulgi’s loud moans become a muted whine. Her bucking becomes less intense, her orgasm dying away when your own throbbing weakens, shooting the last few shots into her.

With a soft groan you shrink from her, lines of white trickling down your shaft showing just how much you've filled Seulgi up, making it hard to tell what is fresh and what was "2 rounds ago". Seulgi collapses forward onto you, kissing you lovingly, and you return the kiss with equal passion. She rests on top of you while you stroke her hair, and you can't help but chuckle when her stomach growls.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too, now let's get to the real best part." You order dinner for the two of you, and you go put the groceries away as Seulgi gathers up her outfits. Together the two of you change out the sheets on her bed, before dumping yourselves in a combined lump on the sofa.

"Oh my god I'm so tired!"

"Same…" The two of you lay lifelessly on the sofa, dozing off until you hear the doorbell ring. Springing to life, you hurry to get the delivery while Seulgi sets up the table.

"Mmm, so good!"

"I'm so hungry!" The two of you start to devour your meal, but Seulgi, clumsy as always, drops her fork.

"Ahhh, my sweater, it's stained!"

"You should go change out of it."

"Yeah, okay…" You stop her before she gets up.

"Aish, you're so messy, look, you have something on your mouth." You're up close to Seulgi, and you can't help but kiss her again, "cleaning" her lips for her. The kiss deepens, and soon you're sweeping her off her feet and bringing her back to the bedroom. You're pulling on her sweater, trying to tug it off her.

"You can change later. Sorry bear, I can't keep my hands off you, I want to fuck you again." Seulgi's face is red, blushing at your sudden advances. She licks her lips and nods, pulling your hands to her body.

"I need you to fuck me again too."

The dinner grows cold and you'll be hungry, but Seulgi's honeypot will be warm and stuffed.

A/N: LIke my other Seulgi fics, they just kinda end up being one sex scene after another. Those photos were so hot, I just kept going lol. Thanks for reading!

[retrievablememories]

out loud | seulgi (m)

pairing: chauffeur!seulgi x celebrity!fem!reader genre: fluff, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut word count: 6k warnings: cursing, injury (ankle sprain), crying, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, some thigh-riding song inspos: out loud - syd ft kehlani | for the night - chloe | touch me - victoria monet ft kehlani | losing - h.e.r. a/n: this is a sequel to lady cab driver!

all this “day in the life of a celebrity” stuff is way out of my range of knowledge, so i’m not sure how much of this realistic, but hey...shrug!

the MC is a singer but not a kpop idol or in the k-industry. i’m not gonna stop if you imagine it that way though lmao

--

you could never deny me

to the eyes of the strangers that watch us when we walk by

so what's with all the silence?

“...so, are you sure you aren’t currently in a relationship?” genie, the podcast host sitting across from you, asks this while twirling her pen a mile a minute and smiling nervously. she innately knows that she’s going to annoy you with this inquiry, but she asks anyway.

you sit up straighter in your seat, giving her an exasperated look. “what do you mean ‘am i sure’? you think i wouldn’t know that or not?”

“okay, calm the attitude!” she cries out, laughing to mask her own annoyance with the way you responded. “i just want to know because you’ve really been different lately.”

“i would if you hadn’t just asked me the exact same question earlier,” you deadpan, completely ignoring her second statement.

amanda, who is your friend-but-not-really and serves as the main host of this podcast, laughs and places her hand on your shoulder. “it’s not that serious, y/n.” she’s also probably wondering where the hell your media training has gone, but you’ve never had much patience for entertaining ridiculous, rude, or annoying remarks even in the public eye. for many people, that quality has made you a bit unpalatable, but you figure the ones who really matter will stick around regardless.

you sigh and try to mockingly roll your eyes, though you think it probably comes off more genuine than playful.

“genie has a point anyway, it’s not hard to tell when you’re having more fun in life, you know…specifically with another person, i mean. your overall demeanor shifts,” amanda says, raising a finger as if you can’t dispute her hot take on it. “and also, there are a few more romantic-slash-sensual songs than usual on your recent EP, so…”

despite yourself, you smile crookedly as you think about the tracks she’s mentioned; it’s more of a smirk now. genie observes your expression and throws her hands up as if to say see what i mean? “does everything have to be from personal experience?” you argue.

“does every song have to be fictional?” amanda shoots back, leaning closer to the microphone in front of her. “or will we all finally realize that there is a fundamental truth in almost every song there is in the universe, no matter how off-the-wall it may be…yes, that even includes eiffel 65’s blue.” you close your eyes and put your forehead in your hand, which means you hear rather than see genie choke on her drink in her laughter.

“don’t start getting all existential on me now, or whatever the fuck it is that you do,” you mutter. “also, you two should be praising your own smarts each and every day for making this an independent podcast, because this silly shit would get you kicked off any actual network. girl.”

--

it’s a matching pantsuit today, and a little more casual than the ones seulgi usually wears. great for your eyes, not so great for your concentration. at least you’re not the one who has to drive.

you almost regret your decision to get in the front of the car, but then again, that outfit is the very reason why you’re sitting up here with her now.

seulgi blinks at you like you’ve just landed from a spaceship as you climb into the passenger seat beside her. it’s not the limo today, which is really only saved for more luxurious outings or when you want to show off in front of a fellow celebrity you’re not too fond of, but the mercedes-benz—which you admit is still show-offy but not as impractical.

“you’re getting in the front seat?” she asks, but turns the engine on anyway and is already backing out of the parking space.

“yes, why not?”

“kind of defeats the purpose of having all those amenities in the back, but okay.”

“i’ve had my fill of ice water and little andes mints for today, seulgi. just let me sit up here with you, please?”

seulgi arches an eyebrow. “well, you don’t have to ask me. even if you never drive it, it’s your car. remember?”

“true…and i know you prefer being told what to do, so…”

there’s an awkward little silence where seulgi makes a sound like a laugh and reddens, which you take as a win for today. it’s become surprisingly more easy to get her flustered ever since you two began your arrangement, when you used to be on the receiving end of it more often than not.

“so how’d it go?” she asks, regaining her composure by changing the subject.

“same as it always is with those damn girls,” you say, chuckling as you think back to one of the many ridiculous things amanda had said during the interview. “they’re fun, though. even if i find something to complain about every time i go on their podcast.”

“what’s your complaint for today, then?”

you hesitate, scratching the back of your head with a sudden awkward air. “they asked me about any ‘current relationships.’ just the kind of gossipy stuff fans always want to know.”

seulgi nods, still keeping her eyes on the road. “so i’m sure you gave some cryptic answer or something? since you don’t like people prying in your business.”

“uh, basically.” that wasn’t the answer you expected, though now you aren’t sure what you were expecting. you two aren’t in a relationship, so why would seulgi act any certain way about interviewers asking you that question?

the rest of the car ride back to your house is filled with sporadic conversation, which also involves seulgi reminding you of your weekly schedule for what feels like the 50th time. transporting you everywhere means she needs to know your entire itinerary at all times, which also means she essentially plays the roles of both chauffeur and personal assistant. the convenience of it is perfect, but occasionally, it also serves to make you feel more confused about your “involvement.”

the lines between personal and professional have blurred so much that you no longer know what’s wrong and what’s right.

and now that you’re in it, it feels odd to field relationship questions, write romantic songs while telling yourself you have no particular subject in mind, and keep your arrangement a secret so that no one in the public world knows about seulgi’s connection to you as anything other than your chauffeur. it feels odd to have her drive you around the city to important work events or interviews and accompany you across the country on professional business trips, only to see her again several nights a week in your bed.

within the small bubble consisting of your personal team and close friends, everyone knows about what you and seulgi have going on. they don’t comment on it, which you prefer, though you can’t rid yourself of the slight paranoia of what they must say when neither of you are around. especially danika…a backup dancer and friend of yours who you were involved with in a similar way before seulgi ever came along.

but as long as no one opens their mouth to you about it, you’ll be fine. even if you’re beginning to feel a little confused about the nature of all this. maybe you’re just overthinking it.

seulgi’s hand on yours is warm and familiar as she helps you out of the car. it makes you feel weirdly sappy for a moment, so you don’t think twice as you lean forward to kiss her on the corner of the mouth, like a preview of the real thing. just a teaser. you chuckle at the lipstick print that’s left there when you pull away.

“will i see you tonight?” you ask, though it feels more like a confirmation of something you both already know.

she nods and rubs her thumb over the back of your hand with a smile. “tonight.”

--

a music festival in europe, a week later...

you’re in your dressing room with some of your dancers and other team members, mentally preparing yourself to get on stage in just a few minutes. danika plops onto the soft gray couch beside you, purposely taking up the rest of the space on it so that her head is in your lap, hair fanning across your legs. you look down at her face, sighing at being disturbed out of your routine.

“well, hello. now what brings you over here?” you ask.

"nothing special," she replies, though you know that isn't true just by the expression on her face. "you must be excited to be performing your new songs for the first time with a live audience." her eyes are alight with the thrill of performing again after a while.

“i’ll stay excited as long as all you guys keep it together and make me look good.”

she rolls her eyes. “of course we will. you and i didn’t spend like 5 years dancing at every possible event to not look good together.” the stress she puts on together makes your ears perk up.

scoffing, you shove her shoulder in a way that you both know isn’t serious. “okay girl, i didn’t even say all that and you know it, so don’t start.”

“i’m just joking,” danika shrugs, and then speaks lower so no one else can eavesdrop; though they’re all preoccupied with their phones and conversations. “though, i’m always open if you are. for old time’s sake, or whatever.” her voice and posture are as casual as can be, one of her hands behind her head, but your eyes widen a little. you’re not entirely sure how to respond to that knowing you’re regularly having sex with seulgi—which danika surely also knows.

you and seulgi never really discussed the terms of your arrangement. instead, you just…decided you really liked that day in the limo, wanted to do it again, and continued falling into bed together. whether sleeping with other people is okay is unbeknownst to you, though you suddenly realize you have no desire to do so.

you shove danika again, trying to play off your surprise and uncertainty. “where’s that even coming from all of a sudden?” she interlocks her hands with yours as you try to pull away, and the both of you end up scrabbling on the couch, your question left unanswered. “if you mess up my outfit before i have to go on stage—”

seulgi walks into the room casually sipping from a smoothie cup alongside your manager sherry, and as engrossed as you are with play-fighting danika in your lap and trying to untangle yourself from her, you don’t notice seulgi glancing over in your direction. her eyes squint and her whole body pauses for a second, but she does nothing to make her presence known to you. just as quickly, seulgi brings her attention back to your manager, only catching the tail-end of what the woman was saying.

“sorry, can you say that again? it’s a little loud in here.”

seulgi focuses fully on sherry now, but there’s still something itching in the back of her mind. there’s no reason for her to feel weird about you and danika acting as friends do. it’s not that kind of relationship, she reminds herself, though deep down, she can’t help feeling a bit bothered at that level of closeness between the two of you.

--

before long, it’s time for you to go out on stage and perform.

there are so many different things to think about whenever you’re on stage, but every time, it all comes together like a type of second nature to you. there’s little time to dwell in your nervousness when interacting with fans and making sure you’re hitting every note and dance move. out of all the nonsense that comes with notoriety and the entertainment industry, these moments when you actually get to live and breathe in your talent and share it with others are what makes everything else worth dealing with.

even when you get to the last song in your set, you’re not yet ready for the night to end, having fed off the crowd’s energy and used it to fuel your own adrenaline.

things shift drastically halfway through the first chorus, though, when you twist around a little too harshly during a spin and your heel goes out from under you. you feel a sharp pain burst in your ankle, and it’s intense enough to send you stumbling to the ground. for a few seconds, your mind spins from the shock until you realize you’re no longer standing.

“shit, y/n!” someone grabs your arm from the side, and you realize it’s danika. there’s a wave of concern from the crowd in the form of panicked screams and shouts. seeing everyone’s shocked faces makes your heart beat faster; you can’t help feeling like you need to defuse the situation, reassure the fans, and salvage what you can.

grinding your teeth together from the pain, you bring the microphone back up to your mouth with one hand while wrestling your heels off with the other. “i’m okay...the show ain’t over yet!” there are many cheers at that statement, though the aura of concern still persists. moving the mic away, you tell danika, “it’s fine, go back to your spot.” the rest of your dancers are still keeping with the choreography for the sake of professionalism; danika looks at you like you’ve lost it, but you shoo her away, so she rushes back to her place amongst the others.

now without your heels, you push yourself back to your feet and limp through the rest of the choreography, making a concerted effort to keep your voice steady through the pain.

as the last notes of the instrumental fizzle out, your dancers gather at your sides as they’re meant to do for the ending of this song, but a couple of them—including danika—sling their arms around you so they can support your weight. they lead you off the stage to the tune of thousands of screams, yet all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears. you’re so distracted you even forget to say your regular thank yous and goodbyes to the crowd.

you are able to keep yourself together until you get backstage and sherry wrangles you down into a chair and scolds you for still trying to dance on your injured foot—at which point you put your face in your hands and burst into tears.

“that was so stupid. i looked so stupid out there. what the fuck is wrong with me? everyone probably hates me now!”

“that’s not even true.” sherry sighs, now regretting how she immediately complained instead of trying to reassure you.

“no they don’t!” danika says at the same time. “you’re overthinking it. look, we just need to get you to the hospital.”

you shake your head, your eyes burning with tears and face still hidden by your hands. “this is why i hate heels.”

seulgi isn’t surprised at your injured state when you’re helped into the car, having already been alerted by your manager. she is startled by how much you’re crying over it, though she doesn’t show it. she’s never seen you shed one sad tear before this.

seulgi drives you to the nearest hospital with sherry, danika, and a couple other essential members of the entourage in tow. she doesn’t go in with you and the others, as it’s her job to have the car ready to swoop you away from any prying fans or paparazzi whenever you get done. instead, she spends most of her time in the car drumming her fingers against the wheel and fidgeting in her seat. the other percentage is spent resisting the urge to take her gloves off so she can bite her nails.

it feels like hours before sherry texts to update seulgi and you’re in her sights again, brought out in a wheelchair and your big sunglasses firmly covering your eyes. seulgi is a little taken aback at her own relief but doesn’t dwell on it long, as her main focus is getting you out of the parking lot in one piece amid the photographers trying to crowd the car.

sherry rolls down the window to growl at them, “get the fuck out of the way! we’re not paying for your hospital bills if you get run the fuck over!” this seems to be enough to back them down, though they’re clearly not happy about being spoken to in such a way.

the rest of the ride to the hotel manages to be fairly calm, and you are whisked up to your room by the others. seulgi parks the car in the parking garage and finally unclenches her hands from around the steering wheel. she yanks her chauffeur’s gloves off and runs her hands through her hair, feeling like one weight has lifted while another simultaneously settles itself down on her shoulders.

seulgi has barely stepped foot into her own room when she gets a text, and she sighs—doesn’t look like she’ll be clocking out for the night now. but after receiving texts from sherry all night, she doesn’t expect the message to be directly from you when she checks her phone.

2:03 a.m. y/n: can you come up to my room?

there’s no explanation. it’s just those seven words. seulgi’s heartbeat speeds up anyway.

within minutes, she’s being let into your room by sherry, who appears to be on her way out.

“you know what to do if you need anything,” sherry calls over her shoulder.

“yeah, i got it mom!” you reply, which earns you an eye roll from her.

sherry nods to seulgi as she slides past her, patting her on the shoulder. “you know she’s injured, so—take it easy, yeah?”

seulgi only scoffs at that, her ears reddening at the implication. she closes the door after her and walks to your bed, where you’re lying with your injured foot propped on a pillow and wrapped in a bandage. the TV is on a random station that seulgi knows you’re not even watching, the volume so low it might as well be muted.

“how are you doing? is your foot okay?”

you shrug, looking tired and disappointed with the world. “it’ll live, i guess. it’s a sprain, so it’ll heal eventually…good thing it’s not a damn fracture.”

“i’m glad it’s not serious,” seulgi says, allowing herself to breathe easier.

you sigh and recline further against the pillows. “feels kinda like the end of the world, though.”

“i know. i’m sorry. you were really good today, though, and i hope that counts for something.” seulgi absentmindedly scratches her thumbnail against one of the pillows on your bed. “you already know i thought the only girl was great,” she adds, referring to one of your new songs.

you lean your head on your hand, your face warming at her compliment. you think back to the night you’d invited a handful of close friends—including seulgi—to listen to that track and a couple other completed ones. “i don’t know why i released that song to the public. it seems too personal. and then i performed that tonight before falling flat on my ass in front of thousands? shit!”

seulgi gives a lopsided smirk. “has anybody ever told you how dramatic you are?”

you shake your head fiercely, pretending not to know. “no, never, i think?” before the conversation can continue down that road, you blurt out, “could you stay with me?”

“you want me to stay the night?” it certainly wouldn’t be the first time seulgi has stayed over with you, but she’s kind of surprised you want her around while you’re in this state.

in this context, you’re a little embarrassed to admit it, but you nod. “you just saw me have a complete meltdown over a fucking ankle that will heal anyway. we go together now.”

seulgi is even more dumbstruck by that statement, and her heart starts full-on hammering against her ribcage. she can’t tell if your tone is joking or not, which makes it harder to decipher if you’re actually claiming a relationship with her in this moment or just talking shit like you always do.

it doesn’t help that she’s still feeling a bit confused over your earlier interaction with danika and how it bothered her more than she anticipated. like you, she has begun wondering a little more deeply about where the boundaries of this arrangement end and begin.

at this point, she’s too afraid to ask. the opportunity seems to have passed as you peel back the comforter on the unoccupied side of the bed and pat it impatiently with an imploring look.

“i haven’t even showered since this morning,” seulgi says weakly.

“can’t you shower now?”

“i–yeah, i guess. but i’ll have to go back to my room to get clothes.”

“do you have to go? you can just wear the hotel robe here.” you gesture vaguely to the door of your closet, which is currently closed, but seulgi presumes the said garment must be there.

“and sneak out of the room like that in the morning?” seulgi looks at you in mock horror, and you laugh nervously.

“come on, i can just get sherry to run to the store and get you a new outfit—” you’re about to say something else but stop yourself. “or…maybe you’d rather just sleep in your own bed tonight? uh, that’s fine, i don’t want to—”

“no, i do!” seulgi starts hurriedly pulling her suit jacket off as if to prove to you her desire to stay. “seriously, stop overthinking it!” she calls out as she heads to the bathroom, though she’s also addressing herself.

and so you wait for seulgi to get finished while flipping through channels that don’t offer much to watch. the analog clock on the wall by the TV edges towards 3 a.m. with every minute, but a regular sleep schedule has been foreign to you for years now. your body feels the exhaustion, but your mind is too awake to allow sleep.

seulgi crawls into the bed beside you after she gets out of the bathroom, draped in the hotel robe as you suggested, her hair damp against her cheeks and face bare of makeup. she notices your restless demeanor and asks, “what are you thinking of?”

“i don’t want to think about anything right now,” you reply, which isn’t really an answer, but it’s better than having the awkward what are we? discussion that keeps plaguing your mind.

“what do you want to do instead, then?” seulgi asks, trying to probe your mind.

“you.”

seulgi sits up, knowing the tone of your voice and what it signifies. “you’re injured, y/n,” she murmurs, but she can guess how you’ll respond—which is why she shifts closer anyway. “at least let me do all the work.”

seulgi leans closer to kiss you on the lips, so sweetly that it makes you grin into the embrace. her damp hair tickles your face as you kiss, getting tiny drops of water on your skin. the droplets spread as her lips move to your neck and you slide one of your hands to the back of her head, feeling the strands slip between your fingers.

she remains careful of your injured right foot as she situates herself halfway between your legs, straddling your left thigh and letting you feel her bare against your skin from where your shorts have ridden up. one of her hands slips beneath your tank top, her fingers grasping your breast, thumb grazing across your hardening nipple, and it’s not long before the other hand joins to caress both of your breasts beneath the fabric. each moan that comes out of your mouth is greeted with a kiss from seulgi’s lips as your mouths remain enmeshed.

your hands settle on seulgi’s hips, and you can’t resist the urge to flex your thigh a bit and make the muscle shift against her. at your motion, her lips part in a moan similar to your own. “y/n, seriously…” her words dissolve into a chuckle as you make the motion again and drag her hips forward in tandem.

“sure you don’t want me to handle this?” you ask lowly, flexing your thigh again in reference to the aforementioned this making a wet mess on your skin.

“no, let me before you try to take over as usual.”

she slides down and tugs at the waistband of your shorts, and you carefully lift your hips up to aid her in getting them halfway down your legs. she’s hardly surprised to see your lack of underwear, which you have often cited as being “too restricting.”

her hands grasp both of your thighs as she kisses the skin above your navel, around it, across your hips, and down to your inner thighs, her tongue coming out to trace a path down your pubic mound until it meets the glistening pearl it’s looking for.

“seulgi…” you sigh, shifting your hips to get closer. she answers your call of her name with a wet swipe over your clit and several more after, closing her lips gently around the sensitive bud to heighten your pleasure. never able to keep still for long, she slides one hand off your thigh to spread your lips apart for more access, fitting her tongue inside you after she’s gotten you sufficiently worked up to where your clit is throbbing on her lips. her soft mouth on you has you forgetting the pain of your sprained ankle and the embarrassment of the day’s earlier events as your head sinks back against the headboard, every nerve in your body trembling with the anticipation of release.

she separates her tongue from you to tease two of her fingers at your entrance, stimulating the ultra-sensitive nerve endings there, and that move makes you nearly scratch at her arms to get her to bring her mouth back into play. “y/n, be patient…” she chuckles, her breath warm between your thighs. her fingers reach that spot inside you repeatedly only to flutter against it as she pleases, constantly shifting away and leaving you wanting just that much more.

“shit, i-i can’t take it,” you cry out, your voice breaking on the last word when her fingers stroke that spot and the tip of her tongue circles your clit at the same time. “you seriously expect me to be p-patient right now?”

“only for a little while longer,” she answers, looking at you from beneath her lashes, her skin the color of rose petals. “could you do that for me? i just don’t want this to end so soon.” you are so wet by now that the sounds of your slick occupy the pauses between her words, the sheets beneath you damp from your own wetness and your sweat.

your eyes slide closed after you regard her entreaty, and you offer no intelligible response besides a low, almost stifled moan. you’ve already made up your mind that you’ll make no promises anyway, because you can’t last much longer like this. the way her fingers move against your walls now, assuredly grazingthat spot every time and no longer purposely missing it, has your mind spinning out of control with the need for climax.

your jaw slackens when her mouth returns to you fully again, sucking up your wetness like it’s much-needed water and her tongue stroking across the most sensitive parts of you. the tension in your body tightens until the snapping point, a shaking and high-pitched gasp escaping your mouth.

you flex your legs so intensely that it makes your ankle hurt, but that pain gets lost somewhere in the rush of your orgasm, which spills forth and fills up every corner of your body simultaneously. your voice stutters out of you so that it sounds like you’re sobbing, and you think you might actually be when a tear or two slips from your eye. still deep inside you, seulgi keeps prolonging your climax until you are spent, sighing and slumping against the headboard at an uncomfortable angle.

seulgi rests her head upon your left leg and listens to your gradually slowing breathing, grinning to herself at being the cause of it.

“come on.” eventually, you pull on seulgi’s arms to bring her closer, and she follows. you taste yourself in the ensuing kiss, but you are more focused on sneaking your hand between her thighs, your fingers sliding in the slick and circling her clit before nudging lower to push inside her. her thighs tense around your hand, and she releases a pleasured moan. she requires no coaxing to rock against your hand, though you provide it anyway because you know she likes to hear you talk her through it. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you? i can’t get enough of you, seul.”

“for you,” she repeats, her head lolling on her shoulders as you crook your fingers into the spot she loves—and that you might possibly love even more, for the way she responds when you do it. one of her hands clenches in your shirt while the other goes to circle her clit as you continue fingering her.

“you’re the prettiest when you touch yourself,” you murmur, your own arousal pooling again even as you focus on her. your lips go to her neck and you nibble the skin gently there, causing her to shudder, the robe falling down her shoulders. the taste of her skin right out of the shower is one of your favorite things, you think.

seulgi‘s orgasm is as sweet as the kiss you share while she squeezes around your fingers. you shift your mouth so you can kiss the sweat beads off the side of her face, her jawline. you laugh quietly, perhaps from how much you enjoyed the pleasure you just shared, and she follows suit after catching her breath. it feels like only you two exist in the world right now, laughing for hardly any reason at all.

although tonight turned into possibly the shittiest night of your career, you think it couldn’t have ended any better than this.

--

you wake up with some of seulgi’s hair in your face, and the sheer familiarity of it has you momentarily forgetting that you’re in another country. you are uncomfortable from sleeping on your back all night due to your foot, but you feel better from having her by your side first thing in the morning. you try not to think too deeply about how your heart throbs just from looking at her sleeping face—how cliche it all feels and yet you aren’t even together.

for some reason, that bothers you this morning more than it has any other morning.

more time passes before seulgi begins stirring against you; the sun has risen higher above the horizon and is now brightening the room considerably even through the curtains. seulgi covers her mouth as she yawns. somehow, this one simple action out of everything else is so endearing to you that it has you speaking before you can reconsider.

“uh, i meant what i said last night, you know,” you say, averting your eyes to the ceiling. maybe it will potentially hurt less if you don’t look.

“which part?” seulgi is still half-asleep as she moves flyaway hairs out of her eyes.

“that we…that we go together, actually. maybe we should do more than just have sex.”

seulgi blinks.

“the songs really all were written with you in mind,” you blurt out, as if it must be said now or never. “not really any relationship i had years ago.”

“you’re serious?” seulgi sits up now, becoming more conscious with each second and her surprise mounting.

“i’m very serious….and feeling a little dumb right now,” you answer, rubbing your hand across your forehead in a nervous gesture. you hadn’t planned for just how nerve-wracking the actual “feelings” part would be; the sex had always been easy.

“but what about danika?” seulgi rushes out, then startles like she hadn’t meant to say that at all.

“danika?”

“i just thought—you two are still close.”

“yes, but that’s been over for years.” at first, you assume that seulgi must be thinking the songs you wrote are actually about danika; but after considering what the other woman proposed to you yesterday, you realize it’s likely deeper than that. you make a move to sit up, and seulgi helps you up when she notices. “there’s nothing between me and danika, and i don’t want there to be. we are close and we play-fight and do stupid shit because that’s how we’ve always been, but i don’t want to do anything that’d make you uncomfortable.”

despite your words, seulgi pulls the robe tight around her shoulders in a self-conscious move. “but i don’t want to, like…intrude. or stop you from having fun with your friends. i’m the new person around here anyway. i mean, what if…i don’t know, i just—”

seulgi’s worries are interrupted when you grab her hands and bring them up to your face, pressing your lips to her knuckles. you keep them there for a few long moments before you lean forward to kiss her, and she responds in kind.

“you don’t have to worry about anything like that, okay? if i say it’s me and you, then it’s me and you. everybody else knows not to fuck with me on that,” you insist, and that pulls a laugh out of her as she shakes her head.

“fine,” she relents with a sigh and a smile, and though it’s just one word, you can tell you’ve eased her thoughts.

“could you trust me?” you ask quietly, still holding her hands. you press them to your chin, if only to feel her on as many places of your body as you can.

“yes. i can.”

the two of you sit like that for a few blissful minutes, simply breathing each other’s air and enjoying each other‘s company, before your phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop. sighing, you see that it’s a call from sherry and know you have to answer or she’ll never stop calling.

“what’s up, sherry?” you ask, leaving one hand free so that you can keep playing with seulgi’s fingers.

“i hate to break up all the fun for you guys, but you’re aware that we’re checking out today, yes?” there’s movement and talking in the background, so you figure the others must be in the room with her. “i’ll be up there for you soon, so don’t even think about complaining. and make sure you have some damn clothes on!”

“of course, mother dearest. anything else i should know?” you quip, giggling.

“anything you should know? yeah: i’m not playing. i’ll carry you outta there if i have to.”

“okay okay, i got it. loud and clear. let me get dressed now, bye!” you hang up the phone before sherry can say anything else and almost go to leap off the bed like you usually would before remembering your ankle is injured.

“y/n!” seulgi exclaims, grasping your arm tight so you don’t slide off the bed. she rolls her eyes before you both laugh at your silly mistake. “looks like i’ll have no choice but to stick around…if only to keep you safe.”

[fayeforrosie]

Angstober Day 3~ Miscommunication

Seulgi x Fem! Reader

KinkFluffAngstober Day 3~ Miscommunication with Kang Seulgi

Warnings- Swearing, mention of sex, seulgi is a walking red flag

Word count- 1.1k (my shortest one yet😟)

Seulgi pulls her head away from in between your legs, huffing in short breaths as she looks above her and sees your messy state atop of the sink. The bass from the outside party has yet to stop blasting through your ear drums every since Seulgi dragged you into this shiny marble bathroom.

After seeing you in the miniscule black dress you had worn for the sole attention of the girl, Seulgi groaned and rolled her eyes at the thought of anyone else seeing you, and placed her champagne class on the table adjacent to her and left her members, bringing you to where you are now.

Seulgi cups your cheek harshly and forces it towards her face, attacking your lips fervently as though she'd been hungry for you all night, your own juices flowing from her tongue back into yours.

You moaned at the taste and pulled her closer, that is until the both of your heads snapped to the door in response to a few short knocks, followed by a voice asking if everything was alright.

You couldn't make out the face the voice belonged to, but you figured Seulgi did as she immediately pulled away from your lips, pulling her shirt over her head as if in a race, fixing her hair evenly.

"Wait Seul," you softly request, ready to speak to the woman the words that have been on your mind for more months than you can count.

She turns around to face you, almost seeming irritated by the fact that you were calling her once again after your business was already concluded.

"What is it?" Seulgi asked nonchalantly.

You feel awkward still resting yourself on top of the sink, so you hop down to meet her eye level. Instead of looking you back in the eyes, Seulgi's fixation seems to be fixated on your exposed chest, eyeing them like a treasure chest filled with gold.

"I was thinking...," you begin, and she nods but continues to fixate on your body, "and I wanted to say this earlier but... I feel like you only want to see me, or call me, or text me when you're in the mood. I'm never your first choice to go out to dinner with, or have a nice picnic outside, or grab a coffee with. I'm just the girl that you call up when you want pussy, and honestly just... I want something more than that."

It was true. Seulgi only ever interacted with you if she wanted a quick fuck or to play with your body unrepentantly. She would take other woman out on dates, experimenting with various other girls to find someone she truly liked. She's even went as far as sending you a picture once while she was out on a date, only to explain later that she wanted to make you jealous so she can fuck you while your mad, claiming you looked hot when heated.

Nobody knew about you. She decided to keep you her own secret, and when you would ask why she would never want to mention you to her groupmates, or her other friends, it was always the same response.

"I want to be the only one to know about you, since you're mine and nobody else can have you."

You knew it was bullshit, because Seulgi could care less if she was on a casual stroll down the street and saw you were out on a date with someone. Her eye wouldn't even spare a blink.

You wanted Seulgi as something more than just a booty call, you wanted her in every state, in every way. But what was the point if Seulgi only used you for your body, and also the fact that she would continuously remind you how sexy and attractive you were, but never how kind and beautiful instead.

Seulgi, already anticipating your whole speech sooner or later, rolled her eyes and went back to putting her clothes on.

"Y/n I've told you this, I am so fucking busy with work every day. I do so much for us-"

"That's not true!" You exclaim, your hands pushing the woman's shoulders to make her stumble back into the wall, and if it had not been you to do that, Seulgi probably would have spit in their face and walked away.

"Seul I see you talk to other girls! I hear about everything you say to them! Why can't you do the same to me?"

You sounded alost desperate, and absolutely hated the words that were spurting from your tongue, cringing with every syllable.

"Did you forget what we talked about when this whole thing started Y/n?" Seulgi slowly approaches you, walking you backwards until your back comes into contact with the cold marble of the sink.

"This thing between us, is specifically just sex. I've said that."

It pains you to hear Seulgi's sincereness, your brain screaming continuously to just give up on her and walk out of this party, but your heart knew you couldn't.

"Seulgi we've been doing this for two years," you sigh, "I want you in more ways than just sex."

The woman laughs in your face, turning around as if asking the audience "did you just hear what she said?", and it ruined you. The tears waste no time in filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

"Y/n, let's get this clear," her finger pushes against your chest, any harder and she would poke you through your heart.

"You are the only person I ever have sex with now, so first of all, you should be grateful."

She's ridiculous, it almost makes you laugh.

"Second of all, you might want to go on all these stupid little dates together, and get ice cream and watch movies and live happily ever after, but it doesn't fucking work that way, so we must have had a miscommunication in what this", Seulgi waves her finger back and forth from herself to you, "is."

You go to open your mouth and reply to her, but she cuts you off with more to say.

"I made it clear to you what we were getting ourselves into, so whatever you thought, is never gonna happen," her finger now pushes against your forehead, "so get that out of your head."

With that, Seulgi picks up her phone from off of the toilet seat cover, opening the door brutally before she slams it behind her, not even sparring a final glance.

So now you're back in your familiar place, on your knees, head dug into your hands as the sobs wreak from you throat.

It didn't matter anyway, because in two days you know she's going to show up at your apartment door, kissing away each apology and promising good sex as an expression of regret.

And if that's all you could do to stay by her side, then so be it.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

burned, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You can't solve your problems with sex. Damn. You can have sex and it might lead to some self-realizations. Might. Can't know unless you try. For example, Jeon Jungkook can't know that he likes Min Yoongi licking his chest while he gets jacked off by his favorite girl with daddy issues unless has no control over it, right?

collared au chained, yg | tainted, jk | twisted, jk+yg | wicked, jk+yg

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - a lot of swearing; yes, you can read it only for the sex it is v good; reader probs needs a therapist but who doesn't; mentions of an OC attempting suicide; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leash, choking [yoonkook choke each other], spit kink / lots of saliva, visceral making out, nipple play / chest appreciation [yg on jk], handjob, multiple forced orgasms, m-receiving oral, handjob, cum-eating, doggy, fucking on top of a sleeping JK, ball squeezing); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; shifts from all three POV's: JK, Yoongi, and reader in this au, we have depraved sex, oop

Hana is an original character, drummer of a metal band and close friend of reader.

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you're in danger but it's okay you're a grown up. now playing – 28 reasons by seulgi

One chain, two collars, and Min Yoongi leaning down to run his tongue over Jeon Jungkook's chest on command.

It was a strange, alien feeling that Jungkook wasn't sure he would agree to if he was in his right mind, but the whole point was that he was sick of being in his right mind. And two orgasms deep, so maybe that was why his mind was fuzzy... or maybe it was the power of hot breath and skillful tongue tracing his collarbones and tense muscles.

Oh, he had seen Yoongi use his tongue before.

Didn’t expect it to be used on him, but Jungkook wasn’t the one in charge here.

The hand gripping his chin tightened. Pointed, manicured nails digging into his cheeks, making him gasp as his head was pushed back against her breasts, a soft landing to a rough touch. Now he was looking at the one who was truly in charge.

The woman with the single white contact lens on her left eye grinned down from above him.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

"Fuck him up, Yoongi."

The tongue dragged over Jungkook's chest and it was so wrong, but so fucking good, so wet and warm and insistent, so conflicting that he didn’t know what to feel, which meant he felt nothing but the heat between their hot muscles. The metal chain connecting the leather collar around their necks clinked, the ice-cold links skimming against his shivering skin. A burning shudder overtook him as she leaned down, her wicked tongue sliding out, licking around his open lips and all over his lip ring, dripping spit into his open mouth.

Jungkook moaned, feeling her hand slide across his thigh and caress his aching cock.

She breathed into his mouth. Thick, oppressive, filling his lungs with dirty desires he didn't know he wanted until she whispered them. Rough and commanding touch contrasting her tone, almost jarring with how calm she was giving such an order.

"Choke him, Yoongi."

He felt tongue and lips tease his nipple and get it hard, couldn't escape, couldn't run away from Yoongi's teeth, couldn’t stop feeling lewd pleasure from it, and then he saw that pale hand winding around the chain, tugging up, gasping as leather snapped into the sides of his neck, beating the whimper out of him, building up pained anticipation and intense bliss as her hand wrapped around his stiff cock, smearing something, slippery, hot, cold, hardly hearing the erratic clinks of a small plastic bottle falling onto the floor, couldn't breathe.

Want so intense it felt like his blood was burning his own veins.

Wreck me.

Third time.

"O-Oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Her punishing hand tightly wrapped around his throbbing length, pumping him hard and fast, slick lube creating a rushing tingle all over his nerves, skin on fire, the biting and sucking of his nipple by Min Yoongi, so fucked up, he shouldn't be enjoying this, how could he ever look his hyung in the eyes ever again, but it was too good and his cock was too sensitive and Jungkook wanted to cum so fucking bad for the woman thrusting her tongue into his whining mouth, you gonna cum on Yoongi again, aren't you, need to show us how filthy and dirty you are, my pet?

Jungkook felt a knee shove his legs open, and then Yoongi's body suddenly hovering over his.

The chain and collar choking him, pressing into the sides of his neck and slowing the blood to his head to a trickle.

No more thoughts.

No more air.

Drowning, her spit running into his throat and down the side of his mouth, wasted sweetness he wanted to scoop up and eat back up, depraved but that was how he felt, how could he stop, on the high so high that it was a drug, all of it all over him, the constant pleasure radiating from his open thighs, Yoongi’s tongue painting his chest with saliva, so wrong that it was right, the inescapable embarrassment at being the center of attention, every pathetic sound that leaked out of him thinner and weaker due to the leather collar constricting his throat, lust unbound, his muscles hard and strung tight with tension, denying himself until he couldn’t anymore.

The edge so close that Jungkook didn’t know he was past it until he fell.

He could barely make a gasp as he came, eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out, hips flinching and rising, the swollen hot head of his cock hitting the smooth skin of Yoongi’s thigh but Jungkook was gone, the friction too much as he choked on his scream, spurting out streams of cum onto his hyung’s leg, hot and thick and now he was looking down, almost crying, blurry eyes seeing the milky white painted onto fair skin, her hand collecting his release onto her fingers and spreading it onto Yoongi’s semi-hard length right in front of his face.

A raspy hiss and the grip on the chain weakening, rocketing blood back to his brain.

Yoongi’s head raised and there he was.

Long black hair framing a slim pale face with narrowed black-brown eyes and dark circles, exhaling hard, the chain clinking as he lifted himself off Jungkook, bringing into view the black leather collar around his neck.

A man owned but not contained by his restraints.

He cocked an eyebrow at Jungkook’s disheveled state, his hand still on the silver chain between them.

The older man stood up and Jungkook felt her move behind him, like a snake, coiling around his trembling body, but he was stuck in post-orgasmic paralysis, captured by Yoongi’s unwavering, piercing stare, daring him to move, daring him to look away, daring him to flinch away in shame.

Jungkook didn’t look away.

He didn’t have much shame anymore.

There was no way in hell he was going to tell anyone he came onto his hyung’s leg and was getting aroused as he watched it get licked off Yoongi’s body by the sexiest woman he had ever met. Yes, he would do it again and again, but if anybody not in this room asked Jungkook about the kind of sex he liked, he would just reply with, oh, you know, the normal stuff.

Pink tongue glossy with saliva.

He wanted it on him, right now, but there was something satisfying about the denial.

He was on his third orgasm, spent and drained, but Jungkook felt himself getting hard again as those sinful lips swallowed Yoongi’s cock and noisily devoured what was left of Jungkook’s cum.

Those cat-like eyes took in every detail.

“Look at you.”

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat and his cheekbones burn with heat.

He could hear it, the lewd slurping tongue and vacuum of tightness. Could see it, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing that girth again and again. Feel it, her breasts against his leg, hard nipples rubbing onto his thigh, driving him crazy. Her long fingers splayed over the bedsheets, like delicate but strong spider’s legs, one hand between Jungkook’s legs, the other on the outside of his right leg. Her shoulder blades flexing, messy hair draped over the angles and skin.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a demeaning, open-mouthed smirk.

Jungkook reached up and gripped the chain.

“No.”

He twisted his hand, winding the metal around his tattooed fingers.

“Hyung, look at you.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment. Was it the mind-numbing euphoria of his third orgasm? Was it the way Yoongi looked down at him? Or was it her insanity bleeding into his sanity, making him forget he was only a good boy who liked bad things done to him, but something bad compelled him to do it, inviting him to pull on the chain and choke him, choke him hard until Yoongi resisted him, locking his spine and glaring back, the leather cutting into the sides of his neck, guttural growl rising from the older male’s throat, one pale hand on the chain too, but not pulling back.

No.

Yoongi was taking it, allowing Jungkook to choke him, stilling his breath so he didn’t make any unnecessary movements, dark brown eyes burning with defiance.

There was a throaty, suffocated laugh below them.

Jungkook glanced down and she was moving faster, control and precision, taking Yoongi’s cock all the way to the base and back up to the base of the head, the length and balls glistening with saliva, flashes of pink tongue with each ascent.

Jungkook tried not to feel jealous but, for some strange reason, even that made him feel good too.

His eyes flickered back up to watch the normally composed face of Min Yoongi unravel.

Infuriatingly, there was something beautiful and serene about those elegant lines collapsing, his hyung’s chin rising, graceful eyes closing, jaw tightening, shapely lips parting, barely any sound, only shallow wispy breath and the faint murmur of her name, slender chest rising.

Falling.

Jungkook tucked his wrist back, choking Yoongi harder.

Those dark eyes cracked open, viewing him through the shadow of lashes.

The lewd sound of mouth to cock under them, wet and obscene.

Yoongi could have said something.

Instead, his pink tongue flicked out and traced his pink lips, teasing Jungkook, reminding the younger man of why his chest was tingling.

A self-satisfied smirk.

Then Yoongi tipped his head back, black hair skimming his shoulders, freely moaning to the ceiling, deep and dirty and wanton, thrusting his hips forward, his Adam’s apple barely touching the rigid black leather of his collar.

Jungkook watched the aftershock of orgasm ripple across Yoongi’s chest.

He felt a prickling spark racing up his spine, mirroring the want displayed right in front of him. Entranced, listening to her swallow, watching her lips travel up Yoongi’s abdomen, tongue all over him, the rest of her body climbing into Jungkook’s lap, her hands sliding over Yoongi’s hips.

“F… Fuck…”

Her nails clawing down Yoongi’s back, marking up his ass, pink lines on fair skin.

Craving.

Jungkook needed it to be him.

He let go of the chain and ran his fingers over her back, pleading with his touch, circling around to her chest, rubbing her hard nipples. His voice was hoarse, deeper than usual from being choked and brutally pushed to the edge three times already, but Jungkook needed more and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“O… One more…”

Her voice was dangerous and delicious, husky with the grating depth of her satoori.

“For you? Anything.”

-

Something was wrong.

Yoongi could feel it, even when he slid into her, ripped open condom wrapper falling from his hand, slightly bent over due to the length of chain between him and Jungkook. He could feel something was off even when her pussy clenched around him and her hips slammed back, even as he watched her swallow Jungkook’s cock and run her tongue all over it, splattering those toned inner thighs with glossy spit.

Something was wrong, even as he thrust into her and surrendered to suffocating bliss.

He grabbed her hips and slapped his crotch into her ass and she fucked him back with just as much force, switching between sucking and jacking Jungkook off, and Yoongi knew something was wrong because she was letting Yoongi fuck her harder than she was fucking him and she never gave up control like that.

Yoongi kept his mouth shut and jerked his head back, choking Jungkook as Jungkook threw his head back and groaned, too fucked out to notice.

He drove his hips forward and felt her juices leak out, heard the loud squelch, smelled the sex between their bodies, his skin sticky with cum and saliva and lube, and he focused on the sensations, reading the frenzied intensity of her hips and the unforgiving force of each smack, a subliminal desperation that required a carnal resolution, and Yoongi responded in kind, harder, deeper, clawing his nails into her back and hips, fucking with more savagery and seeing her head tip back, lashes lowering, her hand clasped around Jungkook’s thick length, purple-red head popping out between slick, tight fingers, panting, open mouth widening into a cunning smile.

Yoongi took that as a sign that whatever it was on her mind was being solved by partaking in their two dicks.

He sucked in a breath and swore as he came, twitching within her pulsing walls, scratching down her spine as her lips affixed to the swollen head of Jungkook’s jerking cock, gulping down the little that came out, lapping and slathering the sensitive skin with a thick layer of clingy saliva, stringy and lustrous as she spread it around, rapidly chuckling as Jungkook cried out and lurched, trying to escape that devilish touch, but then his hips snapped back, pressing into her palm with a depraved whine, begging for the punishment.

Yoongi appreciated the view and yet the thought nagged at the back of his mind.

He pulled out and gingerly rolled the condom off, watching her climb up Jungkook’s shuddering body, seeing the younger man’s black hair sweaty and stuck to his face, and then her hands were in that sweaty hair, yanking that pretty face back, spitting into Jungkook pleading lips with a devious snicker.

Anyone watching would think that this was her normal self, the one and only.

But no one knew her like how Yoongi did.

He waited.

He waited, after cleaning up, after she removed that white contact from her left eye and looked at him with the two irises she was born with, after Jungkook was dead asleep and basically snoring, too tired to realize he was disturbing the peace, waited until she was between their bodies and she still said nothing.

Yoongi thought for sure she would say something when Jungkook was asleep.

But no.

He let his breathing smooth out, slow and steady.

Waited.

And then she got up, gliding down between him and Jungkook, escaping what Yoongi had thought was her safe space, the insanity between the three of them.

He cracked his eyes open to see her graceful figure slip out of the bedroom, dragging a spare blanket on the floor.

He waited, but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to come back for some time.

Jungkook was snoring and Yoongi felt empty.

He reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s arm, feeling the warmth under his fingers, something tactile and alive and a link the connection, a truth that solidified his reality, and Yoongi strained to listen, waited to hear something, anything, any whisper of sound that hinted at why his beautiful nightmare had slipped away from her bed drenched in their sex.

He struggled between getting up and staying still, all the while holding onto Jungkook.

-

You sat in your living room with a blanket and cried.

You had brought your phone with you, intending to send out those emails you meant to write earlier in the afternoon, but you hadn't done it then and you weren't doing it now, because you were too busy crying like a little bitch over things that were inevitable.

Fuck.

It was true. You tried not to care. Life sucked ass. That was fact. Always did and always will and not the sexy kind. Shit happened and you dealt with it. There was no choice but to do so when you had no one and nothing to fall back on.

Well.

Nothing but the fat stacks your dad sent you.

Everyone on the outside loved to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, that, unlike them, you had that cash cushion to keep your afloat in this harsh society. Cool. Awesome. They were all right, weren’t they, so you stopped complaining and handled everything accordingly and told them to go fuck themselves.

You wiped your tears with the base of your palm and shuddered, sitting naked in a living room too big for one person, draped in a blanket you didn’t remember buying but it was probably despairingly and wastefully expensive, because you could do that without blinking. Minimal decorations. No family photos here.

Your father informed you, once again, he couldn’t visit this month.

Too busy, yup. Lots of business he had left in Vegas and if he went home now, he would miss out on a lot of great opportunities.

I’m sure you have everything under control, daughter. You don’t need me!

You wanted to throw the glass coffee table into the television and you probably would have if Jungkook and Yoongi weren’t sleeping in the other room.

You made sure I don’t fuckin’ need you, old man.

What was worse, the first one who caught you was Hana, holding a contract from an outside company that held the possibility of finally getting physical albums sold for his metal band. The short, masked drummer was obviously your favorite of the members, which was why they sent him, of course.

Well.

You did drag Hana’s convulsing body from his blood-and-vomit-covered drum set to the hospital and stayed by his side until the doctors pumped out the lethal drug cocktail that he had swallowed with intent to become irreversibly comatose.

So, yeah.

Maybe trauma gave you a soft spot for that little fucker, sure.

Unlike other people, Hana knew what was what. Immediately saw the emotion on your face and asked you what was wrong, to which you snapped, nothing, and snatched the contract out of Hana’s hand to scan it, thus starting a fight of between a black leather-studded overgrown child in a short skirt and a white-masked string bean with equally stringy long black-and-red hair in a black prison-style jumpsuit.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hana had to smack your ass against the desk and drive your own knee into your chest, knocking the wind out of you. He might be almost twenty centimeters shorter than Jungkook, but he was a scrappy little shit.

“Ow, you bitch!”

“Tell me what the fuck is wrong! Is it your dad again?”

You freezing up mid-punch told Hana everything he needed to know.

The worst was Hana knowing.

Because he understood, and because he took off his mask around you. There was a reason he wore it all the time, and there was a reason he took it off only around you.

He took it off right now.

He had a narrow face. Pale skin, dark circles, pointed eyes, and a jagged purple-brown birthmark that extended from his temple, over his eye, and onto the bridge of his nose, with a remnant of darkness lingering on the side of his lip, giving him a permanent half-frown.

Hana looked at you without hiding and he only did that when he meant it.

“I’m sorry.”

You had dropped your fist and exhaled hard, throwing your head back.

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything,” you spat.

“You wanted him to meet them, didn’t you?”

Damnnit.

You had grimaced. “Meet who?”

“Your fairy godmother,” the drummer had growled sarcastically. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about.”

“Who cares if he meets them,” you had said, taking Hana’s mask and tracing the black lines on the white face, yanking a tissue from the box by your desk and carelessly wiping the inside. “If Dad likes them, he likes them, If he doesn’t, fuck him.”

“You should be honest.”

You hadn’t looked up, clutching Hana’s mask instead.

“At least once, at least for yourself.”

Your hands cradling the mask that hid your friend’s true face, and you looked up to see him staring back at you, white face marred by a purple-brown birthmark that he didn’t ask for. Back then, after coming back to your house from the hospital, Hana had refused to look at you. Had to be maskless because he kept throwing up from the medication and the withdrawals. Fought you when you had refused to let him be, said all the worst things he could think of, but you caged him in your home and told him to shut the fuck up unless he felt like saying something honest for once in his fuckin’ life.

I wish I was dead.

He had been throwing up into the toilet, sickly face pressed into white porcelain that coast more than most people’s rent.

Expensive shitter holding up a cheap drug addict.

I don’t want people to look at me, because they either think I’m ugly or that I should be pitied.

You had been standing by the sink, his vomit on your sweatshirt. He hadn’t made it to the bathroom fast enough.

You don’t need pity. I get that. You’re kinda ugly though. If you squint.

The dry, hoarse laugh had echoed throughout your large bathroom.

Fuck you, Boss.

It was then that Hana started calling you by your father’s nickname.

You sort of hated it, but some things you just couldn’t escape.

So, yeah.

Life sucked.

It was so easy acting like everything was normal. You’d done it all your life. Did what you need to do in front of everyone else. Fuck hard and fast to make it all go away, until it was time to sleep and then you couldn’t avoid it anymore. Then sat around trying not to feel it because it was a waste of time to care and about something you knew was going to happen.

Crying gave you a headache anyway.

You thought one day the inevitable wouldn’t hurt so bad anymore, but it always did. Maybe more than usual this time. Stupid Hana, telling you the truth. Short little intuitive fucker. You pulled the blanket closer, tightening the artificial hug. You couldn’t let anyone see you weak. You couldn’t let them know. Hana knew, but that was a special case.

I hate the way they look at me, like they can’t do anything.

Who?

My parents.

You saw that Hana had wanted to say it, but he knew it was bad to say it. Good thing he was in the presence of someone who didn’t give a fuck about good or bad.

They pity me for looking like this, but it’s their fault I look like this.

It wasn’t fair.

Nothing was fair.

You weren’t fair either. Like father, like daughter. Fucking your problems away, and trying to jeopardize your one good thing by forcing Yoongi to put his tongue on Jungkook. Didn’t even bother asking if either of them wanted it, just told them to like it or else. It was fucked up. You knew it was fucked up. You still did it anyway, because apparently you didn’t want to feel secure in anything.

The unknown was your comfort zone, after all.

You shouldn’t have saved me, Boss.

If this life is your hell, then I didn’t save you, did I? Don’t say I saved you unless you think this life is worth living, Hana.

Life sucked.

Life was hell.

Life had dealt you all the shit cards.

But you were a gambler’s daughter, and you couldn’t be a winner unless you could turn shitty odds into good ones, and you couldn’t do that unless you played the game.

So, play the fuckin’ game you dumb bitch.

You let go of the blanket and stood up, leaving your phone on the coffee table.

-

Yoongi nearly collided into her when he tried to walk past the doorframe.

Her hand shot out and planted onto his chest, stopping herself in her tracks. Warm, her palm to his heart. Her head ticked, raising an eyebrow, and then she lifted her hand away, backing off slightly.

Cold.

“Bathroom?” she whispered, expressionless.

He could have lied.

He would have if it was some bitch he didn’t care about.

“Where did you go?” Yoongi whispered back, blocking the doorway.

Her gaze flickered. No white contact to hide behind now, no crafted image to mask who was underneath. Naked in darkness, face to face, iris to iris.

“It’s my house. I can walk in it,” she replied evenly.

The lack of answer stung and it stung deep.

“You let me in your house, so I can walk in it too,” Yoongi said slowly and with edge. “Unless you’re going to kick me out now.”

Silence.

He stood in the doorframe and she stood in front of him, the one who put the collar on him earlier in the evening and took it off before bed. It was an unspoken rule that she could put it back on him at any time, no, that she could have anything she wanted from him at any time, until this moment, until these weighted words came out of his mouth and hung in the air, words of fire that threatened to burn this bridge.

He expected her gaze to harden, expected the overwhelming and unquestionable dominance to ooze out from her demeanor. Go, then. Fuck right off. I don’t need you when I have someone else sleeping in that bed right behind you. Don’t think you’re so special just because I let you put your dick in me. Or maybe she would shove him and say nothing, a wordless dismissal. Not even grace him with a response.

No.

Instead, she looked like a lost child lost in an amusement park, one that let go of her parent’s hand and couldn’t find them again.

“Makes sense that you wouldn’t want to play this game anymore,” she said softly, giving him a rueful smile. “I make the rules and all of them are unfair.”

She stepped aside and turned her head away so she wasn’t looking at him.

Yoongi had seen her mad, frustrated, enraged so many times. Violent, wild, ready to fight within seconds, grabbed by the arms and held back screaming obscenities, fighting tooth and nail for survival and what she thought was right. What she wanted, what she believed, no one able to tell her no.

But sad?

Sad and giving up?

Who the fuck was he looking at?

He reached up and touched her chin, turning her back to face him.

In this light, where there was nothing but the faint moon and dots of devices on standby, her eyes seemed to eat all light, and yet they still remained empty and bloodshot. Her hair was all over her face, over her cheekbones and temples, and yet the only thing blocking his vision was the walls she put up when their gaze connected.

Yoongi had no magic words to say, because there weren’t any.

“You’ll get a cold,” he murmured. “It’s not summer anymore, you know.”

She stared at him, and Yoongi knew that look. It was one he often saw when he looked in the mirror.

I don’t care.

His hand slid up her jaw and stroked her hair. No words. There was nothing to say, because she wasn’t telling him, but what she did say was enough from him to know she was trying to destroy this, destroy them, and maybe it was selfish, maybe it was stupid, maybe it was fucked up, but Yoongi wasn’t ready to let these chains go yet, so he closed the distance and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Reached down with his free hand and found hers.

Lifted it and held it to his neck, closing her fingers around his throat.

She didn’t put any force behind her grip.

She whispered into the air between them, barely audible, thinner than smoke.

“You’re in danger.”

He wondered if she meant him or herself.

Didn’t matter.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi whispered back. “I'm a grown-up.”

He couldn’t see her face.

Her fingers tightened around his neck and she leaned back, revealing her face to him. In the darkness, naked, her eyes gleaming as she leaned in, making their lower lips touch. Pressure, holding him in her grip, igniting the fire in his blood.

Burn.

Her breath, so hot, drifting into his mouth as slowly as she took his away.

“Fuck me on top of him.”

-

Warm.

Wet.

Devilish tongue flat against his lips and licking up, tearing a gasp from him.

Jungkook didn’t want to talk about his dreams. They were his and his alone, dark and dirty corners that gave him away, pockets of secret pleasures that he kept to himself. Little hopes he cultivated in his mind, like right now, images of a skillful tongue on his jaw, her hands all over him, nails to skin, his body forced to endure, saliva soaking into his skin and seeping ecstasy into his veins as he stared into one real iris and one fake one, white and gleaming with promising pain.

He wanted her to take him whenever she wanted, whether or not he could say no.

That was bad, wasn’t it?

It was bad to think like that.

So Jungkook kept it to himself and relished in his dreams where she forcefully had her way with him in whichever way she liked, treating him like a cheap dirty whore, so bad but so good, not giving him a chance to say no, biting his nipples and squeezing his balls, neglecting his hard cock and smacking it with the back of her hand.

She would spit on her free palm and then smear it on his cheek, tracing his open, moaning lips with her fingertips, grinning.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, completely driving him insane. Jungkook couldn’t say these dreams out loud. People would think he was fucked up.

But, fuck, they felt so real.

“Wake up, you delicious piece of ass.”

She spat on his chest and licked it up.

The shudder was so strong that Jungkook felt his heart lurch, throbbing heat radiating from his core and spreading all over his legs and torso, his muscles hard with tension. His legs were wide open, and he heard the sound of hips to ass, loud rhythmic smacks. Knees pressed to his inner thighs. One hand pinning his right bicep down, the other in between his legs, pulsing pressure onto his balls.

Jungkook opened his eyes.

Saw the two irises she was born with, cunning expression and demonic grin hovering above his wet chest.

She growled at him, grating and husky from her deep satoori.

“Look at that innocent face. Damn, you make me want to fuck you up.”

He tried to say something but was cut off by her gripping his balls, caging them in her knuckles.

Her mouth opened and a stream of spit slipped off her tongue, drip, drip, dripping, splattering onto his trembling chest, his heart racing, gasping in relief as she let go, then whimpering needily as she scooped up her own saliva from his skin and coated her whole hand with it, all the while looking down at him, looking more self-satisfied and cockier by the second.

Her body was rocking forward and then bouncing back, not too fast but rough enough for her knees to spread more and push his thighs apart. It was only then that Jungkook realized the heavy breathing was coming from behind her and not from her.

He spied the head of black hair, long strands framing a handsome face twisted in concentration.

“Oi.”

She trapped his cock in her fist, pumping him once.

Jungkook cried out, racing bolt of hypersensitivity ransacking his inner thighs. Too many orgasms and not enough recovery time, borderline pain that made his toes curl because he wanted it, he wanted it so bad that it felt good, felt so fucking good to whimper her name pleadingly, begging for mercy that he hoped would be ignored.

She smirked at him, driving her hips back to fuck Yoongi as she casually spoke to him.

“You’re right.”

She let go of his aching cock and grabbed his balls again, squeezing hard.

He couldn’t escape it, legs open and his back arching, thrusting his hips into the punishment, shoulders flinching and head spinning.

Her hand on his bicep raised for a split second and slammed down by his head, above his shoulder and lowering the upper half of her body, her nipples grazing his chest as she bounced on Yoongi’s cock, hot snarl right against Jungkook’s face.

“Jack yourself off.”

He couldn’t, he couldn’t disappoint, didn’t know if he could cum anymore, please.

She pulsed her knuckles around his balls and his vision fluttered, harsh injection of erotic pain taking him to a depraved headspace, forgetting that he should have limits, forgetting that there was a difference between sweetness and savagery, because in this space it was one and the same, no, better when he couldn’t stop, even if it hurt.

“You can orgasm even if you can’t cum. Do it.”

Lips trembling, gasping, shivering as he wrapped his fingers around his hot, throbbing cock, using two fingers to rub and squeeze the inflamed head, sending flashes of numbing pleasure through every corner of his mind, even the dark and dirty ones.

“This dick loves abuse, doesn’t it?”

Yes, he did. He did, he loved it so fucking much.

“N-No… please…”

She smeared his balls with her slippery fingers and dug her nails behind them, tracing that thin and sensitive skin, grazing his asshole, raking his body with uncontrollable shivers. Up, down, oh God, why did it feel so good, why was he on the edge and forgot it was supposed to hurt, his fuzzy brain replacing everything with vicious, blinding euphoria, his legs tingling as he pumped himself, piercing pins and needles all over, acutely aware of the pulsing girth filling his palm, so hard it surprised him, pinching the bottom of the head with his fingers and losing himself in the frenzy of blissful brutality.

She bent down more, delicious friction of her breasts and nipples against his hard, tense chest, her fingers curling into his hair and now Jungkook was staring at Yoongi clenching his jaw and slamming his cock into her perky ass, large hands clutching her hips, clenching his jaw and struggling not to orgasm.

Instantly, those dark, cat-like eyes flickered and gazed directly into Jungkook’s, looking right at him.

Breath shallower and shallower, less and less oxygen.

Getting himself off as fast and as hard as he could take it, pouring every last drop of energy into locking his hips and feeling every intense ricocheting wave until it became a mindless blur of constant intensity, forearm burning, legs trembling from staying rigid for so long, winding the coil inside tighter and tighter and tighter, friction of her chest to his, staring into the eyes of another man fucking the woman of his dreams right on top of him, not just any man, his friend, his hyung, the other one chained by the neck, collared, owned, tainted by the throes of lust.

Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and cunning.

Jungkook let his eyes squeeze shut and wailed, crashing into the reckless high with overwhelming force, raw and all-consuming and too many orgasms in, physically sore and entire body shuddering with each pulse, forgetting to care what he looked like, forgetting about anything and everything, shoving his face into the crook of her neck and groaning, hips jerking as he squeezed his spent cock.

Every.

Last.

Second.

Milking the time so the voracious pleasure could swallow him whole, let it feast on every crumb of sanity he had left, fiercely pressing his lips into her skin and screaming behind his self-imposed gag. He heard Yoongi moan and felt her body shudder, collective orgasms melding together above him, meshing into a carnal symphony of shameless sound.

His hand and arm were on fire, hot blood and aching muscle.

She raised her head.

Her lips smeared across his cheek, to his lips, ghosting his panting mouth with kisses, eating up his whimpers. Her tongue rubbed against his lip ring, teasing him with its agility and controlled power. He was so tired, but still so horny because she was still all over him.

Girls with daddy issues.

Why were they so good at sex?

Jungkook knew he should run, but he opened his eyes and she was watching him, drunk on the perverse pleasure that was his drained, helpless expression and he couldn’t help but want to be used. Maybe it helped her, in some way.

She smirked, kind of demonic.

Psychotic, mischievous, sexy.

Sweet and bitter, making all his dreams come true.

Her fingers traced his neck, her ass in the air, Yoongi still inside her, and Jungkook chose this, he chose hell because heaven betrayed him, poisonous words from a past ex-girlfriend that were stuck to him forever, your gullible ass will do anything as long as someone says I love you. No more. He made sure she was wrong.

Now, he’d do anything as long as it was his demon asking him to do it.

“Open your mouth,” she purred.

Obediently, he did so.

She spat into his mouth and his whole body shuddered, groaning as he felt it slide down and coat his dry throat, turning his noise into a wet gurgle.

“I love who you’ve become, Jungkook.”

Yes, he chose hell and it did, truthfully, make this life worth living.

-

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pairing: jung sungchan x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff(?), humor, enemies to lovers, high school!au warnings: language, name calling, light bullying between friends, mentions of sex, characters are implied to be seniors length: 0.7k

[7:56 am]— Joohyun slammed her locker door shut. “Is this another one of those prom-posal things where the guy desperately gets on one knee and begs me to let him take me out? Is that what this is?”

Mark Lee nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with hope and his pearly whites on clear display. He was bent down on one knee, holding a grand poster with the words “Don’t be naughty, let me take you to prom!” in bright red—and black for “naughty”—in his hands. The sight was hilariously pathetic.

“Get up,” Joohyun said, shifting her books so they were closer to her chest. “The answer is no, but thanks for the laugh.” She turned to me. “Let’s go. And before you say anything, it’s eight in the morning.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” I said as we disappeared down the hall. “Well, I was going to say one thing: Isn’t he younger than us?”

“By a year, but that doesn’t stop them.”

“Stop who?” asked Seulgi, who had emerged from a nearby classroom.

“Boys,” I said. “What were you in there for?”

Seulgi’s cheeks turned red and she smiled. “I was just asking for some more one-on-one time.”

“Ew.” Joohyun pretended to gag. “The guy’s ancient.”

“His student teacher is not.” Seulgi pushed a section of hair off her shoulder. “Who asked you out this morning?”

“Mark Lee.”

“The junior?”

“There isn’t another Mark Lee.”

Seulgi turned to me. “Has anyone asked you yet?”

I snorted. “No, and I don’t want them to.” We turned another corner. “I’m fine going with you two.”

“Well…” Seulgi straightened her posture. “I might have a date.”

Joohyun stopped in her tracks. “Get out. Who?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Oh, you whore!”

Seulgi rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to tell you everything, mom.”

“Just don’t get pregnant,” I said. “Has anyone seen Seungwan? She owes me money.”

“For what?” asked Seulgi.

“Snacks.”

“That’s unfair.”

“Not when it’s fifteen dollars worth.”

“You’re just cheap.”

“I’m broke.”

Joohyun turned to look into the mob of students. “Three o’clock.”

Seulgi and I followed Joohyun’s eyes, landing on no one other than rival!Jung Sungchan.

“Can we go?” I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

“Why?” Seulgi bit her lip. Was she seriously trying to look hot right now? “He’s cute.”

“Yeah, but I fucked him last week!” I hissed, grabbing her arm. “Let’s go!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that she’s not interested and it looks like he is,” said Joohyun.

“Yes, thanks for the rundown, Captain Obvious. Do you want to point out what shoes I’m wearing next?” I stepped closer to my friends, hoping that Sungchan would just walk by on his merry way, but nothing seemed to go my way anymore.

“Y/N?” Sungchan said as he got closer, and Seulgi took a step back, revealing my half-curled form to the only guy I didn’t want to see. “Are you hiding?”

“No, I’m coughing,” I said, standing back to my full height.

“Are you sick?” He reached a hand out and pressed it against my forehead.

“Sick of you.”

“You don’t have a temperature.”

“Did your hand-thermometer tell you that?”

“Why weren’t you at yesterday’s party?”

“What is this? An interrogation?”

“Just wondering why you didn’t make it to your own team’s celebration party.”

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

I sighed. “What do you want, Sungchan?”

“Another blowjob would be nice.”

“Get over yourself.”

“Prom.”

“What about prom?”

“Are you going with anyone?”

“No.”

“You are now.”

“You can’t just make decisions for me.”

“I just did.” He smiled as if he were proud of himself. “We’re wearing blue.”

“I don’t even like blue!”

“We can negotiate green.”

“I’m not going with you!”

Before I could say another word, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. I resisted the urge to punch the nearest locker or, better yet, Sungchan himself.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six!” Sungchan said, walking backwards. “You can pick out your dress!”

“I guess you’re going with someone now.” Seulgi nudged me playfully as we walked the rest of the way to class. “Oh, calm down! The post-prom sex will be good.”

“You’re the worst, Seulgi,” I said.

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kuen is a very articulate person so isn't a surprise to know that when she kisses her wife its with the porpuse to awake every type of desires that anna has. they are passionate, hot and wet. every time they kiss she likes to show why kuen was and it always would be the woman of her dreams, her muse. she absolute  loves teasing anna, she uses her hands to touch every part of her body, but there are times though that kuen lets anna take the lead when kissing because as much she likes to show that she owns the other, she also wants for to know that her body and soul are meant for her,  to know how much are the desires anna has and that is one of that times that she has the time to proof her. and that yearning kuen has for her wife get stronger when she can have anna around when she has to work overseas, when the other became busy with her own work and now more than ever so everytime they get a chance to be together kuen doesn't have anything more in mind than love anna. she plans about what date they could have, a surprise she would make for her, the height difference they have and how she loves moving her mouth to kiss her neck and leave that head over heals effect she would give and she gets so excited just daydream about it.

i know for a fact that kim yura wonders why the fuck took her so long to know she liked women and why she never met chiyo earlier when they kissed. the way that she kisses her is so groundbreaking, its like there is nothing in the world that could even compare to the way that chiyo taste. i know this sound irrealistic somehow but its the way that i can picture it, every kiss she ever gave to the other was to show that there is no better feeling than being with the person who makes your life better. and every kiss she gave she end them with a smile on her face and caressing the other skin. she also says 'i love you' between them because if you think about it in this thread that they are the only couple that experienced living in a prejudiced society when even if it seem that the world was changing there were still people who think how much they were wrong for being with each, how shameful they should feel for having those feelings so for chiyo it was a must for her to show how much she cared about her, to make her feel save and loved, showing how there no better person for her than yura.

hailey kisses seulgi to assure her of how much she loves her. they are gentle and she takes time with them, they rarely intensify to lead to something else because when they make out hailey prefers much more to spend her time memorizing every detail of her girlfriend's face, doing whatever they would do and kiss every corner she could than that act of sex itself, which is not a bad thing because she saves those eager type kisses for specials moments, the one when she realizes how incredible the other one is that her heart is aching too hard for her to try not be all over the other. hailey had been with so many people but she probably never truly enjoyed or feel atract to them as as she does with seulgi, she always gets breathless when their lips meet each other it is such a amazing experience that being with seulgi became something very scared to her. and for obvious reasons, she doesn't show affection much on public occasions unless are kisses on the girl's shoulder, the palm of her hand and especially in her ear after asking her to go somewhere else. she just loves kissing seulgi when it feels like they are the only two people in the world, without any distractions and opinions about it.

sunny kisses are very confident, she knew she was an into girls since she was a little kid and i might never talk about it but its an understatement that she got girls more than noah could ever dream of (i do like to believe there was one of noah's girlfriend that felt more attracted to sunny than her brother). and a thing that i believe is one of evie's favorite thing about her girlfriend is that sunny is so mysterious that she never knew what was really coming when they got together. they lips seem very in sync with each other, they have a lot of fights in them to know who is going to give up in and let the other being in control, and the times when sunny wins they are very wild, her hands finds their way into her clothes very quickly. evie had this power over sunny than the she doesn't even know how to contetualixed but she was the only person that sunny never got tired of. she didn't half of the time how to date a celebrity, she let evie be free and always let her door open for to come to her to come around and be with her and the best thing was that the other seem to have fall in love with her too that sunny doesn't waste a second of the kisses that she wants to give. you sort of understand why evie went missing during her group hiatus.

brittany had this huge crush on millie for so long that when she finally noticed her, her brain quite comprehend very well. millie gets to be over her a lot of times and it does times britanny's body can only shiver with her touch, let herself feel the girl in her mouth, and crave for more. she lets little moans shake when they kiss and she loves putting her hand over her neck. different from a lot of my muses, brit is very submissive so i only can say how much she gives of herself in those kisses. although, i can sense that she can been a jealously person, and they are could be times when she would surprise millie in giving one of the best kissed she ever had just to prove to her (and to herself) that she is the only person who millie shall be with, and this made lead to a probably fact that they made out a lot on public and dispatch has pictures of them (just an idea idk)

[baekhvuns]

FUCKING HELL THE APP HAS BEEN GLITCHY FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS BUT I FINALLY MADE IT HERE

God, the news about Moonbin really punched me in the gut, I can't believe this... 💔😢😢😢😢 I wasn't a huge Astro fan, but I liked them, I was sad when Rocky left and now this... so heartbreaking. I went through a few situations like that in kpop, but it's always absolutely devastating. I went to his memorial yesterday 💔

Sorry if I don't reply to everything, I'm on the train half awake </3

What's up in the Baeksussy land? 👀 should I ask about your Yunho fic? 😅

Sjajhajshahagaha "RM only played well, because our players were injured" lmao of course you had to say that 😆. what n*zis?! 😭 the history of Catalonia and Spain is extremely vile and complicated and tbh I don't know every detail, but what is this bullshit, I had no idea until you told me.

Honestly football isn't that serious, why are they doing this :/

I think Leclerc got a ricochet because of the Ferrari team, idk if he had a scandal or whatever, I think I remember seeing something or maybe it wasn't him lol, but lots of people don't support him I noticed that. Hope the Lewis movie will be decent

Ofc Seonghwa is hot and pretty regardless, but he's even hotter with long hair, the baldness is ok if I can only see one side of his head 😭 but I'm glad to see there are more and more undercut dislikers, I know we're so brave for it, because Seonghwa loves his hedgehog head, but sorry 💔 at least dye your hair if you wanna be bald. And mushroom Hwa, sigh, why must I suffer so much :( everyone who saw blonde Seonghwa i'm at your door 💀💀💀💀 can't believe I missed it. His hair better grow at least 5cm before May.

Stop don't talk about Dozen cause I legit saw ads for him??? But seriously, can that bitch ass idiot Chris Lee make an announcement about him. SuperM isn't happening anytime soon I think, but I need him away from WayV. No Taeyong, no Taeyeon, no Seulgi. I lost by not going to the Dojaejung premiere

YY is quite shy actually, shameless but shy lol. Ten, Kun and Xiaojun looked at us up close when they were passing by and I just 🧍🏽‍♀️anyways I'm seeing them twice next week, but before that I'm going to see Atz though my seat isn't the best and I'll be separated from my friends, so that's not great lol

I won't survive wet Hwa. Kinda glad I won't be in Japan then. But they could go to Waterbomb Korea instead 🙄

I bought some NCT dolls, got a lot of pcs, and 2 shirts. Each member had their lil corner, it was a pretty cute set up. Another money grab from SM, but an adorable one. Aaaaaand I went to the Teezmon pop up and it was carnage out there, almost had to fight for Winklemon! I don't have time to queue on different days, so I sacrificed myself, it was worth it cause LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1649318208069836805?t=TLUM-4UlbakB3A6Pty4TBA&s=19

Ok beautiful man... https://twitter.com/thingshwa/status/1649675607578386433?t=sMRx1xkYH0oDKxSRSan4zA&s=19 guess the hair isn't that bad, but it could've been better. But seeing the setlist for that festival I'm glad I chose Taemin over it ajsjjababshajwjsjs don't they have other songs, it was literally LOVEsome festival but they had to perform SMN and The Real for the millionth time, I sleep 💤

FINALLY THEY STOPPED BEING HWAPHOBIC AND RELEASED THE VIDEO. But Also??? MBC I WILL MURDER YOU https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650758031624536064?t=uM8gBXsy1JvryCcx95IxWg&s=19

OK NOW ABOUT LEE TAEMIN I WAS SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING HE WAS SO ODOROBOL AND HE'S BLONDE!!! AND SHINEE ANNIVERSARY EVENTS SOON?! AND AN ALBUM TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAN'T BELIEVE I WITNESSED HIM IN THE FLESH AFTER 10000 YEARS AND SHINEE FAN MEETING TOO I NEED TO EXTEND MY STAY OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭

GOD IS HERE https://twitter.com/iheartshinee_/status/1649652153051656192?t=pgNdOdJ1qqF44fRo3XpwZw&s=19

Thoughts.... https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1649982703133917184?t=XO-Eh9icKw8N2BRjlluZQQ&s=19 the only football player I respect tbh

Stop!!! https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650752854209208320?t=bt9_qH1LFxJB7OEPNDBmRg&s=19 and HOLY FUCKING?!?!?? https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1651063478076198921?t=-7pBj-QaZOAMvmC7leNCjA&s=19

2006... if he's an uncle then I'm a grandma https://twitter.com/minjaeries/status/1650826458313662464?t=_sfGCe2HyJO0qXndMyR9aQ&s=19 - I went to the Teezmon shop with a few ppl including my friend's sister and her friend, they're 17 and so fucking weird, never felt such huge generation gap. Hope to never see them again <3 - DV 💖

hello!!!

FUCKING HELL THE APP HAS BEEN GLITCHY FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS BUT I FINALLY MADE IT HERE

IT LITERALLY HAS BEEN THE FUCKING UPDATES AND EVERYTHING COULD NOT EVEN SEE THE TEXT BC OF IT GNWMFJWK ANYWAY HOW ARE U

God, the news about Moonbin really punched me in the gut, I can't believe this... 💔😢😢😢😢 I wasn't a huge Astro fan, but I liked them, I was sad when Rocky left and now this... so heartbreaking. I went through a few situations like that in kpop, but it's always absolutely devastating. I went to his memorial yesterday 💔

it really did no 😭😭 i was a moderate fan esp after always you era… after san dropped his cover and then, it all kind of repeated almost,,,, i still do not believe it honestly, like just like that???? how come??? it’s unreal to me,, it really is always, always devastating and leaves such a mark man,, it really is heartbreaking 😭😭😭 you did?? did u perhaps see the shawol who left candies there,, on the letter she wrote if moonbin met jonghyun and if they both talked and if they are travelling and that they should stick by each other’s side 😭😭😭 hoping his sister is doing well i can’t believe how much pain she’s going thru, gone too young

Sorry if I don't reply to everything, I'm on the train half awake </3 /// What's up in the Baeksussy land? 👀 should I ask about your Yunho fic? 😅

no worries! baeksussy land has been watching older romcoms! rn as im writing this im watching monster in law 😭😭 …yunho,, yeah i VFKWHDKWJDKWBDK see i was writing it and i was gonna continue onto the nsfw area and then the news came and it just doesn’t feel right to write anything atm so i have it on hold!

Sjajhajshahagaha "RM only played well, because our players were injured" lmao of course you had to say that 😆. what n*zis?! 😭 the history of Catalonia and Spain is extremely vile and complicated and tbh I don't know every detail, but what is this bullshit, I had no idea until you told me. /// Honestly football isn't that serious, why are they doing this :/

LMFAOOOO ITS TRUE HEY PEDRI WAS OUT, DEMBELE IDK IF HE HAS LEGS ATP, DE JONG WAS OUT ????? rm karma 🤚🏻benz kroos and modric next season last season <///3 yEAAAH UHUH THEY DID THAT. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH THEM??? THEYRE LIKE REWRITING HISTORY FOR FOOTBALL??? ARE THEY MAD???? they did this bc barca’s president said that rm has historically been favoured, and they made a whole video out of it, got the govt involved and damaged relationships 😭😭😭 ultimate rm L,, LIKE THIS OVER FOOTBALL??? it’s really not that serious wHAT

now…..man city v arsenal 😶😶😶 how are u holding up anon

I think Leclerc got a ricochet because of the Ferrari team, idk if he had a scandal or whatever, I think I remember seeing something or maybe it wasn't him lol, but lots of people don't support him I noticed that. Hope the Lewis movie will be decent

i think his only scandal is the one where he didn’t kneel for the blm thing, idk much about it but twt f1 stan’s blew it up and the media were trying to frame him as a racist for not kneeling and it got pretty bad bc it became a topic about who was kneeling and who isn’t instead of the actual discussion, was super messy all around !!! other than that i think ppl mostly just pity him bc his prime years are being wasted at ferarri,,, mostly everyone likes him bc he’s quite consistent w driving and is down to earth at his ripe age, max is quite disliked 1. bc of his dad, 2. bc of him on the track 3. anger issues. the bigger scandal was with mazepin who apparently was involved w putin somehow??? he’s the one EVERYONE hates, no question, it created a big BIG scandal, he was annoying on track anyways so deserved but he’s really disliked universally 🔫 hope so too!! much needed f1 movie finally!!!

Ofc Seonghwa is hot and pretty regardless, but he's even hotter with long hair, the baldness is ok if I can only see one side of his head 😭 but I'm glad to see there are more and more undercut dislikers, I know we're so brave for it, because Seonghwa loves his hedgehog head, but sorry 💔 at least dye your hair if you wanna be bald. And mushroom Hwa, sigh, why must I suffer so much :( everyone who saw blonde Seonghwa i'm at your door 💀💀💀💀 can't believe I missed it. His hair better grow at least 5cm before May.

hear me out, long hair hwa at the waterbomb festival 🤚🏻😳🤚🏻 no cause i looked up photos and even that tread, why was the literally bald from the back during wonderland era 🤨 LIKE STRAIGHT UP BALDING BRKQHDKWHCKS ????? PREPARING FOR ENLISTMENT??? hedgehog head STOP 😭😭

Stop don't talk about Dozen cause I legit saw ads for him??? But seriously, can that bitch ass idiot Chris Lee make an announcement about him. SuperM isn't happening anytime soon I think, but I need him away from WayV. No Taeyong, no Taeyeon, no Seulgi. I lost by not going to the Dojaejung premiere

NO WAY???? THERES ADS FOR THAT MAN??? 🤨 u know even if those allegations were fake, im never forgetting what he did to baek 🔫🔫 dO not care that was actually so painful to watch, forever a dozen for ever a 12,,, CHRIS LEE NEED TO LEAVE AND TAKE THAT 12 W HIM !!!!!!!! he contributed nothing in terms of voice to superm or wayv, really, most of it was carried by the other members repeatedly ??? I SWEAR NOT GOING TO THE DODAEJUNG PREMIER WAS UR FIRST MISTAKE

YY is quite shy actually, shameless but shy lol. Ten, Kun and Xiaojun looked at us up close when they were passing by and I just 🧍🏽‍♀️anyways I'm seeing them twice next week, but before that I'm going to see Atz though my seat isn't the best and I'll be separated from my friends, so that's not great lol /// I won't survive wet Hwa. Kinda glad I won't be in Japan then. But they could go to Waterbomb Korea instead 🙄

shamelessly shy 😭😭😭 oh he’s chaotic evil 😭😭😭 JFBWNDWJFKW STARSTRUCK WERE U DNDNDN AAAAA BOTH ATEEZ AND WAYV??? anon how will u survive wet hwa, ALONE????

I bought some NCT dolls, got a lot of pcs, and 2 shirts. Each member had their lil corner, it was a pretty cute set up. Another money grab from SM, but an adorable one. Aaaaaand I went to the Teezmon pop up and it was carnage out there, almost had to fight for Winklemon! I don't have time to queue on different days, so I sacrificed myself, it was worth it cause LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1649318208069836805?t=TLUM-4UlbakB3A6Pty4TBA&s=19

anon u better pack ur suitcases tight bc im in my way for those shirts, SM MONEY GRAB WORKS WONDERS UNFORTUNATELY,,, AAAAAA DID U GET ALL THE WINKLEMON’S STOPPP THATS SO CUTE GET OUT 😭😭 KQ FOLLOWING SM’S MONEY GRABS

Ok beautiful man... https://twitter.com/thingshwa/status/1649675607578386433?t=sMRx1xkYH0oDKxSRSan4zA&s=19 guess the hair isn't that bad, but it could've been better. But seeing the setlist for that festival I'm glad I chose Taemin over it ajsjjababshajwjsjs don't they have other songs, it was literally LOVEsome festival but they had to perform SMN and The Real for the millionth time, I sleep 💤

bro is majestic, a rockstar 🤚🏻 the wet hair look is prepping us for the waterbomb festival fbwnfbsn NO BC WHY WAS THE SETLIST ALL HYPE bring out time for love it’s that song’s turn !!!!! can’t believe im saying this, tired of them performing smn and the real, u got so much more pls use it 😭😭😭🤲🏻

FINALLY THEY STOPPED BEING HWAPHOBIC AND RELEASED THE VIDEO. But Also??? MBC I WILL MURDER YOU https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650758031624536064?t=uM8gBXsy1JvryCcx95IxWg&s=19

FBMWFWKBDWAMJDKS THE AGGRESSION THE WAY I SCREAMED AT GHAT 😭😭😭 SAW WHOLE HASTAG DEMANDING KQ TO DO BETTER,, the not giving seonghwa promo bc he’s ‘naturally popular’ oKAY??? MAKE HIM MORE POPULAR 😭😭😭

OK NOW ABOUT LEE TAEMIN I WAS SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING HE WAS SO ODOROBOL AND HE'S BLONDE!!! AND SHINEE ANNIVERSARY EVENTS SOON?! AND AN ALBUM TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAN'T BELIEVE I WITNESSED HIM IN THE FLESH AFTER 10000 YEARS AND SHINEE FAN MEETING TOO I NEED TO EXTEND MY STAY OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭

YES I WAS WAITING FOR THEIF BRMQBDKWHDWKDHWKDHKW THE LEE TAE MIN HOW THE HELL DID U SURVIVE, HOW WAS HE, HOW DID HE LOOK LIKE, WAS HE OKAY, WAS HE COMFY WAS HE SINGING OKAY WAS HE COMFORTABLE FHAMFJK U NEED TO EXTEND IT IDC IDC U HAVE TO SEE THEM ANON COME ON PLS FBMWBDK

GOD IS HERE https://twitter.com/iheartshinee_/status/1649652153051656192?t=pgNdOdJ1qqF44fRo3XpwZw&s=19 /// Thoughts.... https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1649982703133917184?t=XO-Eh9icKw8N2BRjlluZQQ&s=19 the only football player I respect tbh

STOP I MISSED HIM SO MUCH THAT SMILE 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭 now, that football player looks like he plays for spurs

and they’re going madrid, if i see them do hala madrid it’s ON SIGHT but the organizers are the kpopflex ppl so 😬

Stop!!! https://twitter.com/sunshine_1117/status/1650752854209208320?t=bt9_qH1LFxJB7OEPNDBmRg&s=19 and HOLY FUCKING?!?!?? https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1651063478076198921?t=-7pBj-QaZOAMvmC7leNCjA&s=19

oh if he pulls up wearing white. anon. record, zoom do everything u can to CAPTURE IT IDK BUY A CAMERA TAKE PHOTOS FJWKFHWK DO IT FBWNHDKW AND THAT PHOTO COLLECTION??? 😩😩😩 ON MY WAY TO STEAL BC WHAT THE FUCK THAT HAIR

2006... if he's an uncle then I'm a grandma https://twitter.com/minjaeries/status/1650826458313662464?t=_sfGCe2HyJO0qXndMyR9aQ&s=19 - I went to the Teezmon shop with a few ppl including my friend's sister and her friend, they're 17 and so fucking weird, never felt such huge generation gap. Hope to never see them again <3 - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO UNCLE FBWNFJEK 2006?????! WHAAAAAT???? generational gap…anon sometimes i wonder how much older ur are than me, def like a solid 6-7 years 😭😭😭, boomer.

woah woah first rosalia and now this? actually this sounds similar ngl

😭😭😭

WE WON ANON WE WON TOTALLY SPIES REBOOTTT

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triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring . . . jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary . . . if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre . . . pwp, smut

+ wordcount . . . 8.4k

+ warnings . . . rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, 'whore', etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

“And why would I do that?” you replied, voice as dry as the argyle carpet had been before Jimin’s Chelsea boots stepped on it.

“Because you’re the bestest friend a dude could have and you love me?” He hugged your arm to his chest, tugging you back-and-forth. The rain droplets that shifted to your skin were glacial. “Also, I paid for dinner last week.”

You jostled him away before your pajamas dampened any further. “That was ten dollars.”

“And?”

“You’re pimping me out to Taehyung for ten dollars.”

“I’m not pimping you out,” he said. “Because I’d be there too.”

You scoffed. Jimin’s plans were always one of two options: laughable or inconceivably ridiculous. “Excuse me?”

Jimin walked to the drawers where you kept your towels with the ease of one who’d made a home in a place not their own. He threw himself on the couch without a care that the red turned dark with moisture, feet on the glass coffee table, flipping through your mail with vague interest –‘We forgot to pay this’, he would say, as if your bills were his business. Not that he would ever pay—rent or dinner plans—without expecting something in return. In the past, that had been accompanying him to his dance recitals as his personal photographer, or (pre-Taehyung era) being his wingwoman and inciting jealousy to bitter exes. Clearly, the extent to which you’d go as his best friend had evolved in his mind since.

“Okay, let me explain,” he pouted, patting the cushion beside him. Reluctantly, you sat. “You remember how Taehyung lost his virginity to me ages ago?” ‘Ages ago’ meaning ‘two years’ in Jimin-speak. “Well, he’s been curious about what it’d be like to sleep with a woman because he never has, and well… you’re a woman.”

“Wow, I’m so thankful that I was the first coochie-owner to come to mind.”

“Actually, the first was Seulgi but-” You smacked his arm. “Kidding!”

“Does your proposition not sound like the most awkward fucking thing ever?”

“He has a big dick, I’m just saying.” Jimin dodged your next attack. “Also, he’s always thought you were really cute.”

“Do you not hear the words coming out of your mouth, right now? That’s your boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend who mentioned that he wanted to fuck you.”

It was easy to surmise that Jimin was lying. One, you’d be lying if you were to say that Jimin didn’t have a slight proclivity for falsifying truth to get what he wanted like a petulant child, and two, Taehyung had never shown signs of ever having been attracted to you.

You groaned, sinking further into the cushions. “And what about you? Does that not bother you?”

He hummed. “I actually think it would be kinda hot.”

Your back straightened as you turned to him, aghast. Your friendship had never been permeated with ‘what-ifs’ or any sort of tension. You’d even say he was like a brother to you if you hadn’t made out with him at Kim Seokjin’s party in freshman year. Drunken mistakes were drunken mistakes… surely, he didn’t remember it.

But the way he glanced at your lips as you struggled to respond made you think otherwise.

“No pressure,” Jimin smiled. “I know you find Taehyung attractive, I’m not blind.”

“I never said…”

He leaned in, close enough that his breath tickled your skin. “I know you find me attractive, too.” You pushed at his shoulder half-heartedly. He didn’t budge. “So, what’d you say? You in?”

“You’re being way too casual about all of this.” Because if you didn’t fight back then you’d have to admit to yourself that a part of you had thought of Jimin during lone nights, fingers between your legs and guilt in the back of your mind.

“Because it’s just sex,” he said. And when he stated it like that it didn’t sound like a big deal. Because it was just sex. Or, rather, sex-based curiosity on Taehyung’s part. Sex that Jimin would just happen to watch.

Your thighs rubbed together as you squirmed in your seat. It was despicable how easily persuadable you were as someone who’d been on a four-month dry spell.

You let Jimin stir in waiting for a few moments before grumbling your answer: “Fine.”

“I didn’t hear you,” he teased. He threw a leg over your lap, playfully leaning in. “Can you repeat that?”

You shoved him off as he laughed. “I said ‘fine’, but if it becomes awkward, I’m dipping.”

“Oh, thank god, because I might have told him that you already agreed, and he might already be on his way here.”

“Might?!” You grabbed the throw pillow and smacked him with it until his forearms lifted to shield his oh, so precious face. “And what if I said no?”

“Then we’d have a very lovely, very platonic dinner.”

Park Jimin was a handful, and you wondered why you went with all of his dumb plans. Maybe, you thought, because they always end up working out.

You weren’t sure if this one would.

Twenty minutes of ‘Desperate Housewives’ later, the buzzer sounded. You’d never seen Jimin more excited to open the door in your life, metaphorical tail wagging as he bounced off the couch and jumped over the coffee table in his rush to answer it.

From where you sat, Taehyung’s baritone voice echoed in the hallway. The sentences were difficult to decipher, but you vaguely heard: ‘yeah, I brought it’.

As dizzy as you were with nerves, the hint of excitement that rose to the surface was undeniable.

You stood as they approached. To sit felt vulnerable, letting their tall figures hover over you with the promise of what you were about to do hanging in the air. Instead, you gestured to the kitchen. “Anyone want wine?”

Taehyung chuckled, scratching his nape.

You were reminded of his attractiveness with the new development, having viewed him as an unattainable figure during the length of his relationship with Jimin. His hair fell down his chiseled features in damp curls, likely having just showered after the gym – evident by the sports bag in his right fist. The kind of appearance that would cause anyone to stop and stare regardless of what they were doing.

His eyes darted around your living room as if it were his first time there. It wasn’t. You were as close to him as one would expect: one-on-one conversations only revolving around Jimin. You knew more about him through second-hand information rather than from the man himself. Like how he was a business major who liked art and lived alone with a Pomeranian named ‘Yeontan’.

“We’re good,” Jimin declined, grinning in a way that sent signals to your synapses warning: ‘DANGER!’

You knew he had something up his sleeve (for when did he not?) So it shouldn’t have come as a shock when he sat you down between the two of them and pressed play on the remote, continuing where you left off on the episode you had been watching prior to Taehyung’s arrival.

Your brows furrowed.

Jimin ignored your attempts to garner his attention, focused on the pixelated catfight unfolding on screen.

Pressed to your left, Taehyung readjusted every few moments. Unlike his boyfriend, he didn’t look so invested in the show, but neither was he invested in you, the person he had supposedly come here to fuck.

“C’mon, isn’t this fun?” Jimin pouted, throwing an arm around your waist and snuggling into your neck. He peppered small kisses against the skin as if it were normal behaviour, as if this was what he always did when you two cuddled. It wasn’t. “I missed hanging out with my boyfriend and best friend together.”

The hand on your waist slowly slipped underneath your shirt and stayed there. Jimin’s fingers were soft against you, pressing circles against your ribs. He would just barely graze against the bottom of your chest, pushing the weight upward, before sliding back down to your stomach.

Your nipples ached, your lower stomach tensed, and your core throbbed.

Besides the accidental graze, Jimin had only ever touched you once in such a manner. It was foreign. He felt foreign. Unlike the man you’d grown up with. The familiar teasing glint in his gaze didn’t do much to dispel the permeating darkness. This was the Jimin you imagined Taehyung was all too familiar with; the Jimin you imagined when you pressed desperate circles into your clit late at night. You never thought you’d meet him.

Encouraged by Jimin’s movement, Taehyung placed his arm around your shoulder. From the window behind the couch, the setting sun painted the living room in apricot shades. Mood lighting.

Taehyung met your eyes to ask a silent question.

You nodded.

The hand resting on your shoulder inched down to your chest, ever so slightly pressing on its softness. You adjusted upwards until Taehyung’s fingers reached your nipples, the above-fabric touch doing nothing to quell your addled mind.

You bit your lip when he began to tweak the hardening bud, barely able to suppress your moans. Your cheeks heated. It was humiliating to be affected by a touch so juvenile, and yet there you were, thighs rubbing against one another desperate for a source of friction.

“Is something wrong?” Jimin taunted, as if his eyes hadn’t been glued to his boyfriend’s hand on your tit for the past minute.

You glared at him, whispering: “You guys have done this before, haven’t you?” ‘This’ being the addition of another party in their sexual ventures. Despite Taehyung’s hesitant advances, Jimin’s nymph-like teasing affirmed your assumption.

“Maybe,” he hummed. “But we’ve never fucked a woman together before. And we’ve definitely never fucked someone we’re close to.”

“Am I supposed to feel special?”

“You’re supposed to feel a lot of things.”

Jimin retreated to allow Taehyung more space to explore your body. He was most enamored by your tits. He lifted the soft flesh, tugging it by the nipple as high as he could, before dropping it in a jiggle.

Contrarily, Jimin went back to pretending that what the three of you were doing was nothing more than an innocent boyfriend-bestfriend bonding activity, offering offhand comments and quips of what was going on on screen.

As Jimin began his third (fourth?) rant about how the TV show should have progressed, Taehyung left wet kisses on your neck, breathing heavily into your skin. His grip on you tightened.

“I’m so hard right now,” he whimpered into your ear as if it were a confession. “You’re too pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. Your cute face trying to hide that I’m affecting you, your nipples poking through your shirt, your soft thighs. I don’t know how Jimin can handle being around you all the time without bending you over and fucking you until you can’t walk.”

You stifled your gasp by biting your palm. The deep timber of his voice rattled your bones beneath your goosebumped skin. This was the most you’d ever heard Taehyung speak to you in a single go and it just had to be this.

“Be quiet, we don’t want to bother Jimin.” Taehyung grinned, winking.

You were certain it was killing Jimin to act so nonchalant. If there was one thing he whined about the most it was this: being left out.

The notion of him sulking lifted the corners of your lips. “Oh, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”

With the previously apprehensive air dissipated, you stretched your neck to give more space to Taehyung’s nibbling. In a manner most teasing, he dipped his hand between your inner thighs but backed away before you got any sort of pleasure. He avoided your nipples as well, tracing along the circumference of it but never going past.

“You’re breathing so heavily,” Taehyung noted, focused on the way your chest expanded and deflated. “Jimin didn’t warn me that you were greedy. Thought you’d be desperate for any kind of touch. This isn’t enough for you?” His fingers barely brushed against the bud before retreating to the same circular motion outside of it.

You cursed your best friend internally. Leave it to him to make you out to be some kind of sex-deprived lunatic. “Aren’t you supposed to be the desperate one here?”

His brow raised. “Is that what you want?”

“What?”

Before you could blink, he went back to being the shyer boy you’d first met. Only his words were anything but.

“Can I please suck your tits? Please? Need them in my mouth so bad.”

He twisted so that he could hump his crotch against your hip, panting and licking at your ear like a dog in heat.

So, this was the duality Jimin had told you about. Fucking hell.

Dumbfounded, you could only look at him.

“Y/N’s so mean, you don’t even know how fucking difficult it is for us to stop staring at your tits,” he pouted. “I’ve wanted you in my mouth since the first day I met you. I used to feel so guilty about it, like I was cheating on Jimin, until I caught him staring at you the same way he stares at me when he wants me on my knees.”

How romantic, you thought.

Taehyung’s incessant circles against your chest distracted you from further rumination. He was relentless waves against the shore of your body. Pushing and pulling, back and forth. You likened Jimin to the moon that controlled the tide, far away and untouching yet desideratum to the movement.

Jimin’s eyes rolled skywards, as if he were asking heaven for the strength to get through this without interjecting himself into the situation.

The next five minutes passed similarly. Taehyung continued to touch you, teasing just enough to keep you in a constant state of unsatiated lust. His whispers grew dirtier, your underwear dampened further. Still, he avoided your cunt.

When the ending credits rolled, you could no longer take it.

Taehyung startled out of his nymphic act when you grabbed the front of his shirt. Your brow raised. “You wanted to fuck me, right?”

“I- um-” He gulped, panicked eyes hinting at his boyfriend for help. Jimin only chuckled, familiar with your abrasive attitude. It wasn’t a question of if you’d crack, but when.

“Yes,” Jimin intervened. “He does.”

“Then, touch me,” you said. “Properly.”

The silence hung heavy as if it were a string pulled taut. The playful teasing had been one thing, but fucking you was another. And you were past the point of denying how desperately you needed him to. So much so that you could barely give thought as to how it would happen, as long as it did; regardless of whether Jimin stood on the sidelines or not.

Taehyung’s hand went to rest on your cheek. Soft. Delicate. Like you were a porcelain vase he feared fracturing. His thoughtfulness would have been saccharine in any other circumstance – circumstances which didn’t include him having purred in your ear all the nasty shit he’d been dreaming of for the past half-hour. Instead, it was cruel. The prolonging of torture you thought you’d been done with the moment the screen turned black.

You pushed forward before hesitation struck.

His lips were plush against yours, betraying his grip on your thigh. It was as if he were concentrating all his strength into that one area so that your kisses could remain chaste, not wanting to overwhelm you.

But Jimin knew that that was exactly what you wanted.

“She needs it rougher than that, Tae.”

You broke apart, spit dangling between your cherry-blushed lips.

Taehyung leaned back. “Do you want to show me how?”

Jimin turned your head, caressing the plum marks dotting your neck. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“This wouldn’t be our first time,” you replied.

With Taehyung’s hands still resting on your inner thighs, Jimin’s wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer against his figure.

The familiarity of his movement knocked the memory to the surface.

Your freshman year had been a blur of parties, studies, and readjustments. The only connecting thread had been Jimin: holding you as you cried in the bathroom after being sent a break-up text; waiting outside your lecture with bagels in hand after you’d almost failed your finals; brushing your hair back after you’d puked on your neighbor’s azaleas; pressing you against the wall after you’d jokingly grinded against his crotch during a party – you recalled how he tasted of cigarettes and vodka but smelled like the cologne you had picked for him for his eighteenth birthday. He was rough. Just as you’d told him you’d liked it. He knew you best, after all.

“Except this time we’re sober,” he said, and moved to kiss you.

Your lips met in thunderous silence, entangling to an unheard rhythm. His cello upper lip parted your mouth, slipping his tongue in. No explosions. No fireworks. Only him, him, him.

That softness only lasted for half a minute.

A moment of clarity struck as you belatedly realized whose tongue entwined your own. You wondered if you’d regret this night more than you had then. But your body was a beast whose yearning had reached its peak. All those nights where your thoughts would drift to that kiss culminated to this: your hands desperately clawing at his arms, not wanting the moment to end.

On your other side, Taehyung pressed wet kisses to your neck, pulling your collar to the side to trail his lips to the top of your breasts.

Their hands roamed your body, an article of clothing falling off every half-minute. It was only when you felt the comforter beneath your bareness that you realized you’d moved to your bedroom.

Jimin pulled your back to his chest as he sat against the headboard. He spread your legs open to Taehyung. “Do you want to see my best friend’s cunt, Tae?’

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, as Jimin split you farther apart until your whole pussy was on display for Taehyung’s eyes to consume. “She looks so pretty.”

There was a delicious humiliation in them talking about you as if you weren’t there. As if you were nothing but a source of entertainment for them to play with.

Jimin looked down, fingers teasing your inner thighs. “Huh… I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me for so long, Y/N. Let’s do a little recap for Tae, shall we?” He tugged your chin to face him. “Can you point out your clit for me?”

You swallowed, eyes glancing nervously between Taehyung and Jimin. Your hand slowly reached down to press against the swollen bud. “Um, here,” you said.

“Good girl,” Jimin patted your head. “Now, can you point out the hole you want fucked?”

You stammered, face heating up.

“Or holes.” He corrected.

You’d never felt so shy in front of him, and it was killing you.

Again, your hand dipped to your pussy, shallowly inserting a finger.

Jimin gave you a pointed stare. “And the other one?”

You blanked.

“Dumb little girl, you need me to point it out for you?” Jimin reached around you to circle the rim of your asshole with the rough pad of his index finger. “Have you ever been fucked here, baby?” He laughed at your shocked expression. “Maybe we can do that next time, hm?”

Next time?

“Tae,” Jimin called the attention of his dazed boyfriend, distracting you from his prior words. “Have you ever fingered a girl before?”

His mouth sputtered open and closed before he shook his head. You wondered if you and he shared the same heated expression.

“You wanna show him how?” Jimin licked a long line from your neck to your ear. “Show us how you play with your pretty cunny when you think about us fucking you.” He smirked at your silence. “Dumb baby can’t do anything without our help, huh?”

“Do you need Jimin to tell you what to do?” Taehyung hummed, scooting closer to you.

You didn’t need Jimin to tell you how to do anything… was what you would have said if your pussy wasn’t leaking rivers onto your bedsheets. The bastard had left you in a foggy mental state with just a few touches and now you could barely tell left from right.

Jimin took your lack of response as a confirmation of your ineptitude. “Tease yourself first,” he commanded, placing his hands on your waist.

Your fingers dragged around the outside of your labia and inner thighs, dipping so close yet so far to where you needed stimulation most. The electric rush sent shivers down your arms and gush leaked from your pussy straight to your ass. You turned your head to Jimin as if to ask him if you could finally move past the torture.

“One finger first without touching your clit,” he said. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You hid your scoff but followed. You gathered the spilled juices around your lips then inserted a finger into the warm crevice. Your muscles wrapped around it, sucking it in deeper, wanting more than only you could ever give it. Stubborn as you were, you heeded his patronizing words: building up your slow pace to a more moderate one.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Taehyung mindlessly whispered, palming himself. “I can’t believe we’re only doing this now. I’ve been thinking about this forever.”

The wet sounds of your fingers slamming into your pussy echoed in the small room. You curled them upwards, finding the spot that made your back arch and breath halt.

“Lie down,” Jimin interrupted.

You groaned when he moved your fingers from your cunt. You imagined them forcing you to keep a vibrator in your needy cunt everytime they were too busy to fuck you, if only so that you could never be tormented with that feeling of emptiness ever again.

Instead, they smirked at your wanton whines as you clawed for them to fill you.

They worshipped your body with kitten licks, peppering you with hickeys and spit. So entranced were you in their touch that you didn’t notice Jimin tying your arms above the headboard until you felt the burn of the rope on your wrists when you tugged too hard.

Taehyung grinned, fingering the small gap between your skin and his boyfriend’s expert ties, making sure there was enough space so as to not hurt you. “Jimin told me you liked being tied up.” His other hand swiped your mound. “He didn’t tell me how much.”

You glared at the offending snitch who only shrugged. “We tell each other everything,” he explained, as if that made it any better. “Like, how you also enjoy being teased.”

Jimin moved to your feet, spreading your legs wide enough for Taehyung to sit between them. In his hands were a roll of tape and an assortment of lipstick-small vibrators that made your cunt clench at the thought of them being used on you. Jimin leaned in to leave gentle licks over your skin. Everywhere he kissed, Taehyung would tape a vibrator to: your inner thighs, above your clit, and to your nipples. Your body thrummed as your best friend's boyfriend teased you with the wireless remote, leaving you anxious about when he’d turn it on.

“Please,” you begged, your pride lying tattered on the floor alongside your clothes. You nudged Jimin to do something other than watch you with hooded eyes as he caressed himself over his pants.

“What do you think we should do with her?” Taehyung said.

Jimin smirked before pressing the button underneath his thumb.

A humming noise filled the room. Taehyung held down your hips as your back thrashed, feeling desperate over the vibrations being so close to where you actually wanted them to be.

He crawled over your whining figure to place his lips on yours.

“I want you,” Taehyung admitted in between kisses. On your other side, Jimin’s rough fingers kneaded your thighs, causing the vibrations to spike closer to your mound.

Jimin moved from the bed and took his place leant against your desk, content to watch from a distance.

You felt like a child whose toy was being kept from her. “You’re not going to join us?”

His eyes wrinkled in a smile. “You want me to?”

You didn’t know what to say; not with Taehyung’s hands running over your tits, his lips suctioned to your neck. Jimin was your best friend, and yet your body called to him the way a siren’s song drew sailors to their death. It was greedy, how you wanted his hands to bring you to ecstasy alongside Taehyung’s.

Taehyung’s habits of impatience carried to the bedroom, his fingers slipping into your cunt without warning. He experimentally twisted and tugged at your insides, watching to see what made you scream the loudest. They curled so roughly, so deliciously into you, that your back arched uncontrollably. Jimin’s eyes stayed on yours.

“Fuck,” Taehyung panted, his eyes blown out dark. He pumped, and pumped: it filled the room with sticky, wet noises. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I’m going to fit my cock in you.” You recalled Jimin’s warning about his length, and it only made your pussy clamp even tighter against his pounding digits.

“You want my cock first as prep for Tae, baby?” Jimin’s voice was as sensual as it was comforting, even in the strange circumstance. So comforting, that you didn’t even flinch from the pet name.

“Yes, please,” you whined.

Expletives fell from Taehyung’s lips as he stared at your pussy in awe, surprised at the gushing wetness that leaked from you with every loud stroke. “Do you think she can squirt, Jimin?” Taehyung looked at him with wide eyes.

“Only one way to find out, hm?” Jimin finally got the clue that you didn’t want him to just watch and began pressing the vibrators attached to your nipples, amplifying the feeling to your sensitive buds. You moaned. “Do you like being slutty for both of us?”

Your head nodded rapidly, eyes ping ponging from Taehyung to Jimin, unsure who to watch. Jimin grabbed your chest and redirected your focus to his boyfriend, whose head began to dip into your folds. You gasped at the first contact.

He slobbered over your pussy, jaw widening to swallow you whole. His tongue dragged against your folds and swiped through them in a zig-zag pattern. He didn’t give you time to rest, forcing you to adjust to his fast pace. “Am I doing good?” He looked up at you to gauge your reaction. Spit dribbled onto his chin alongside your wetness. He looked like a mess, a tantalizing one.

Jimin answered for you. “Give her more.”

Your head shook, feeling that anticipatory knot in your stomach, but Taehyung had already gone back in, now with the help of his fingers. As his tongue began fucking into you, his fingers pressed tight circles against your clit. You weren’t sure if this was his first time eating a girl out, but it was the most ecstasy you’d felt in years.

Jimin must’ve read the look on your face as he leaned in to press wet kisses against your ear and whispered: “How many times do you think we can get you to cum tonight, princess?”

“I’ll take everything you give me.” Your eyes tightened shut. “Please, I just need something in me.”

Jimin’s eyes sparkled. “Something?”

“You- I need you-”

But Jimin had already gone to Taehyung’s sports bag on the floor, pulling out a bright purple dildo.

You whined when Taehyung lifted his head from your cunt, your orgasm receding. He gave space for Jimin to sit beside him as the shorter man began to tease the object around your folds, spreading Tae’s saliva.

Without warning, Jimin shoved the entire length of the dildo in one quick stroke.

You saw white as your eyes rolled upwards, pleasure overtaking you.

“Do you even need our cocks? Seems like you’re having fun with just this. We could probably just leave you with this and go,” Jimin said.

Your eyes widened. “No! I need both of you in me, please.”

Jimin’s smile was much too innocent than the situation called for. “We’ll fuck you if you can stay quiet and not move for five minutes. Think you can handle that, princess?”

Taehyung, who had been much quieter since you had left the couch, had finally found his bearings much to your detriment. He adjusted the vibrators to be directly against your most sensitive spots and you could do nothing but thrash against the binds that confined you. The buzzing against your clit and nipples coupled with the fat dildo submerged in your warmth left you drunk.

“Oh, she’s such a pretty slut,” Taehyung grinned at how your eyes shot to him at the degrading name. Your head shook in denial, unable to defend yourself with words when your brain was fried. “Of course you’re a slut. You sound like one, look like one, and act like one. Look, even your pussy agrees with me.” He motioned to your clenching slit that held the toy firmly in place.

“So close to cumming already?” Jimin spat on your cunt before shoving the fake cock in and out of you at lightning speed. “You really are a pillow princess, having us do all the work.”

“Please, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whined. “I need to cum. I’m so close, I don’t care anymore, just please let me cum.”

Jimin tsked. “Ungrateful, good-for-nothing whore. I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do that? You really can’t control yourself. You say you aren’t a slut yet just a few toys are enough to turn you into a braindead cum dump?” Considering that you hadn’t lost your shit despite how long they’d been teasing you, you thought that you were one of god’s strongest soldiers, but you bit back your retort.

You sighed in relief when Jimin slowed down his pumping and lowered the setting on the vibrators. But what seemed to be an act of kindness turned to an even more despicable torture. The five minutes had felt like twenty, which you realized could’ve been possible considering that neither of them had started a timer.

Your body continued to twitch as they moved around you, removing the small vibratators once they deemed your punishment sufficit.

“You look like a perfectly fucked out slut,” Taehyung nudged his nose against your thigh, slowly removing the dildo from your leaking cunt. “You’re our little porn star, right? You’re ours?”

You would’ve nodded regardless of what question he asked. Your brain functions had shut down after the first several minutes.

He tossed the toy to the side of the bed and Jimin replaced his spot in front of you, hand dipping into his pants to free himself.

Jimin’s cock was as pretty as he was. He pumped the length in his fist before dragging it across your pussy lips, teasing you with it. Taehyung tossed a condom his way with a pout.

“Have you ever thought about this?” Jimin asked.

You blinked. “What?”

A cocky grin settled on his face at your dazed countenance. “About me fucking you?”

You guiltily turned to face Taehyung only to find that he wasn’t even waiting for your answer. His eyes were blown out, breaths leaving his body heavily as he focused on Jimin’s ministrations against your lower lips.

“Maybe,” you said.

“I’m gonna need details if you want my cock in your cunt.”

You cursed, clenching around him. “Sometimes–only sometimes–I think about you when I masterbate.”

He raised his brow as if to say that he wanted to know more than that. On the side, Taehyung was still palming his crotch.

“I think about that time when we were in a hot tub and I had to sit on you because there wasn’t any space,” you exhaled, the memory combined with his soft strokes leaving you fuzzy. “And I felt you getting hard under me, and thought about how easy it would’ve been for you to just cockwarm me in front of all our friends.”

“Nasty girl,” he said, though it sounded like a compliment coming from him. “I would’ve, you know. You looked like such a little slut in your red two-piece. Your ass and tits were basically bursting out of the fabric – didn’t help that you were jumping around too. I took a shit ton of pictures and videos and sent it to my friends. You’re their favorite spank bank whore. You probably like the attention, huh? Knowing everyone wants to fuck you?”

Never have you regretted divulging your biggest kinks to Jimin more than tonight.

He laughed. “You love being called a slut. Because sluts like you want to be put in their place.”

“And don’t think that I forgot about your degrading kink,” you said.

“It’s almost like we’re perfect for each other,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m starting to think your proposition was more for you than Taehyung.”

“Nah, he loves watching me turn sluts like you into braindead whores.”

You gulped, watching as the head of his cock dipped in and out of you. “Oh, is that what you’re gonna do?”

“You mean, that’s what I already did. And will do again.”

Then he forced his cock into your tight snatch.

The dildo they’d used beforehand was incomparable to how perfectly his shaft fit. He kissed your temple as he waited for you to adjust to his length. “I know, baby, I know,” he said. “You feel so good.”

He licked the tear that fell from your shut eyes.

“You both look so hot,” Taehyung groaned. “Fill her up, I want to see our whore full of your seed until she’s bursting.” He leaned in closer to sniff at your neck. “Imagine how big her tits would be if we got her pregnant. God… I’d spend all day drinking her milk. We’d take such good care of her.”

He was no poet nor pastor, but his words could’ve come out of the bible for how persuasive they were to your sex-addled mind.

“Fuck the condoms,” you decided. “I’m on the pill anyway, and I’m clean.”

Their eyes met in shock.

“We’re clean too,” Taehyung piped up, bouncing excitedly in place. “Are you sure?”

“Listen, princess.” Jimin gripped your tied wrists. “I’m gonna tell you what’ll happen next. I'm going to shove my cock back into your pussy, bottom out, and drain every drop of my cum into your womb. Would you like that?"

You nodded, face burning at your submission.

He didn’t waste another second before slipping his cock out, tearing the condom off, and sinking back into your warmth. “This is so much better, holy shit. Such a good pussy, and it’s all for us.”

Without protection, you could feel the veins of his shaft drag against the sides of your inner walls. His pace was relentless, tiring you down until you were nothing but a broken ragdoll, going along with however he wanted to fuck you – whether he was jackhammering into your puffy pussy, or teasing you with long, slow strokes, pulling out until only the tip of his head remained before slamming the entirety of his length back in.

If you turned your head to the side, you’d be face-to-face with Taehyung’s tented jeans (the size of which scared and aroused you). His precum left darkened stains on the fabric, and you could only imagine the monster that lay throbbing beneath. He watched the scene unfolding between your thighs, fixated on the point where Jimin’s cock plunged into you.

“So pretty,” Taehyung sighed. “Do you like the thought of being our personal cumdump?”

Your voice came out whiney and garbled as you were bounced against Jimin’s cock. “Y-yes, it’s so hot. I really fucking hate you guys for awakening a new kink for me.”

Jimin’s brow raised. “No one’s ever cum in this pussy before?” Your hips jumped when he slapped your clit. “This slutty hole was meant to be taken raw.”

“Well, I never wanted to risk it.” Someone seriously needed to hand you an award for being able to properly formulate two sentences in a row despite being in the middle of the hottest fuck of your life.

Jimin seemed to come to the same conclusion, quickening his pace. Expletives fell from his lips as quickly as hips pounded against yours. ‘Whore’, ‘slut’, ‘bitch’: he had a whole arsenal of words to press against your skin as he lost himself to the sensation of your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“You’re such a disgusting slut liking this depraved shit.” Jimin grabbed the back of your head and spat on your face. He rubbed it on your skin, ruining your already ruined makeup. “You’re really getting off to your best friend fucking you in front of his boyfriend, huh?”

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you moaned. “Feels so fucking good.”

Jimin’s hips stilled. “Cockwhores like you aren’t allowed to cum until you get your dose of seed, understand?”

“Such a good obedient girl for us,” Taehyung patted your head, cooing as if you were a dog.

Jimin adjusted his hips, pressing even harder against your g-spot. “Tell us how disgusting you are, whore.”

You didn’t care anymore. Your pride had been discarded an hour ago. “I’m a stupid, disgusting slut who likes to be watched as she’s turned into a cum urinal. P-please just fuck your semen into me already, please.”

“Only because you want it so bad.”

The staccato rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter. With one last jerk, he came. His sticky, white cum filled your insides, leaking around the sides of his length as he drew out only to shove back in. Just as you’d requested, he continued to pound into you. That was your tipping point.

Feeling you clench against him, he smirked. "We’re gonna condition your brain until you can only cum if you’re filled with seed, you got that?”

As if his words were a trigger, you came. Your body convulsed as pleasure overtook you. In that moment, you were in a blank state of being, not a single thought occupying your mind other than how good it felt to worship and be worshipped by cock.

“That’s it. Good girl. Come for us, baby.” His words carried you back to reality. He licked the sweat that dripped down your forehead as Taehyung sucked at your tits softly, licking over the hickeys. He rubbed his face against the flesh the way a cat would, marking his territory.

After Jimin pulled out, he was quick to shove the dildo back into your snatch, successfully keeping his cum contained in your womb. “That’s the only lube sluts need.”

Taehyung swapped places with him, eagerly removing his clothes as his eyes kept to your plugged cunt.

You’d already had high expectations from Jimin’s constant appraisal, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. Taehyung wasn’t only generous in length, but ginormous in girth. Veins crept across the skin until the head of his cock, which pulsed a violent reddish tone.

Jimin wrapped his hands around it. His delicate fingers only made the taller man’s cock seem even larger in comparison. He twisted his grip around the length, precum leaking onto the back of his hand. Jimin moved in to lick at the droplets, watching Taehyung groan with a heated stare. You would’ve been on your knees beside him if your restrictions weren’t in the way.

There was just something so unfathomably hot about watching your best friend choke on cock. Jimin’s soft lips wrapped around the length, expertly taking him all the way to the back of his throat.

Deeming him hard enough, Jimin released him, leaving it covered in spit.

Taehyung sat in front of your spread legs, stroking your inner thighs. With one hand, he twisted the dildo, rubbing the base deeper into you. His cock twitched when the motion caused a bit of Jimin’s cum to leak outside the rubber.

“Please fuck me already,” you whined, voice weak.

Taehyung was much too hard now to tease you. He pumped the dildo into your warmth a few more times before tossing it to the side of the bed and slotting himself between your legs. The head of his cock rubbed against you. Each time it catched on your clit, you moaned, head thrashing back and forth in desperation to be filled up once more.

He kept glancing back and forth between your eyes and his head entering your pussy.

Jimin giggled. “Are you nervous?”

Taehyung’s baritone voice was soft. “I’m scared I might hurt her.”

“She’s a big girl, she can take it,” Jimin said, pressing a kiss against Taehyung’s shoulder.

You gasped as his thick length slowly entered you. He felt larger than he looked, and the first initial strokes were painful until pleasure overtook it.

“You’re so warm. Feels so fucking good. Such a perfect pussy.” Taehyung groaned, barely able to hold himself up over you. Your walls wrapped around him so tightly that he could barely move, let alone insert the rest of his length in you.

“Just double-checking but…” he groaned in between strokes. “Is it really okay that I’m not wearing protection right now?”

“If you don’t breed me full of your cum, I might just kill you.”

His eyes blew out and his hips stuttered. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met. So fucking perfect for me. The best cunt.”

“How does your first pussy feel, Tae?” Jimin sloppily kissed you, coating your lips and chin in his spit.

“So fucking tight. And wet.”

He pushed your thighs up, moving you into a mating press; a missionary-adjacent sex position you’d only learned when Jimin had drunkenly rambled about it one night.

“Am I too thick for your tight little hole, baby?”

“So big, so good,” you babbled. He made you feel so tiny, tits bouncing as his cock fucked you back and forth.

“Our perfect dumb baby,” Jimin praised, kissing your forehead. His tongue dragged across your cheeks, collecting the tears that rained down your face.

“Want to be my little breeding bitch?”

“Please,” you begged.

The two of them worked to untie you. Kneeling on the bed, Taehyung pulled your hips up until your body formed a 45 degree angle, your head still resting on a pillow. You supported yourself on your forearms, while he kept his grip on your waist so that you didn’t fall.

“Fuck, this way when I cum it immediately shoots down into your womb and won’t leak out.” Taehyung’s cock pounded back into you relentlessly. “Gonna turn you into a pregnant slut, have everyone know you got knocked up by two cocks. You’ll be walking proof of how much of a whore you are, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Your tits would be so full, it’d be such a waste for you to wear bras. It’d be so much nicer for you to walk around, milk-filled udders bouncing around.”

The thought of it, though impossible, pushed you closer to climax.

Taehyung’s every thrust fully bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against you.. “Do you feel me in your tummy, baby? That's your womb. That's where the baby's gonna go, okay?"

Jimin teased his finger around where Taehyung pounded into you. He laughed. “You’re so much sluttier than I would’ve thought. Even my boyfriend’s ramblings have you gushing. Tell us how good you feel.”

You struggled to speak past your moans, neither your head nor mouth working to cooperate with you.

Taehyung pouted. “Aw, you can’t talk like this, can you? I thought you were my good little pet. I’m a bit disappointed.”

You whined, the only sound a braindead slut like you was capable of making.

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay. Pets like you have their purpose. I’ll just have to make sure not to ask you questions that are too hard for your little brain to handle.”

Jimin’s reply was characteristically rougher. “Taehyung’s right. We can’t expect stupid sluts like you to be capable of doing the same things we can. Since we’re so good to you, we’ll treat you the way you need to be treated. Maybe we’ll leave you tied to the bed all day while we’re in class?”

“We’ll keep your pretty head empty.” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “The only thing you need to know is that your only purpose in life is to be our precious little cum slut.”

The muscles in your body tensed, heightening towards that release of pressure. Your fingers threaded through his dark locks, coaxing him to fuck you harder as you began lifting your hips to meet his heavy thrusts.

Taehyung’s veins dragged deliciously against your walls. "Gonna cum so deep into your fertile womb. Turn you into a little housewife, good for nothing but keeping our cocks wet.”

Jimin sucked your ear lobe. “We're gonna train you to be our good, perfect slut until you're begging us to always fill you up with semen. You'll realize that your only worth is your whore holes.”

“You want my cum so badly, don’t you, baby? You want my cum right here?” Taehyung pressed against your stomach, able to feel his cock pounding into you under his fingers.

“Yes, please, y-yes.” Your face twisted, tongue lolling out of your mouth. Your drool leaked down the side of your lips, gathering onto the sheets. As if it were his duty, Jimin moved to lick it.

“Fuck, shit.” Taehyung threw his head back, whining as if he were in pain. He came with one final, deep thrust. Strings of his white, creamy cum shot directly into your womb, joining Jimin’s mess. It felt as if it had filled past your cervix, leaving you a bloated mess. He deliriously rotated his hips, ensuring that all his cum was deep, deep inside you.

After regaining his sanity, he began to rub your clit, his sensitive cock still buried deep in your clenched core. “I’m going to need you to cum now, baby. Can you do that for me?”

His point and index finger rubbed your clit in fast circular motions, the pad of his thumb occasionally brushing against your asshole. Your back arched as the direct pleasure built in your gut. Jimin, noticing how close you were, aided him by pinching and nibbling your sensitive nipples. The wet muscle left purpled bruises around the nub as if they were marks of ownership.

Your orgasm came in the form of writhing and convulsing, that tripled pleasure overwhelming your mind until you were but a shell of the person you’d been that afternoon. You babbled mindlessly, pleads of sensitivity causing Jimin and Taehyung to finally detach themselves from your aching vessel.

You felt as if your soul had left your body, watching in third person as Taehyung’s hand stayed clamped to your pussy as they moved you to stand beside the bed. Jimin, without warning, bolted from the room. A moment later, he arrived with a drinking glass in hand. It was only when he began to push on your shoulders, forcing you into a slightly squatted position, that you realized that the glass was empty.

“What are you doing?” You stuttered, but it was too late. Taehyung removed his hand and all of their cum mixed with your juices spilled from your lips and collected into the glass. The thick white seed filled the bottom.

“We’re just being economical,” Jimin grinned. “You’re probably thirsty after all that hard work, right?”

“Now drink your milk, pretty slut,” Taehyung baby-talked.

Though your mind was foggy from post-orgasm, you had enough sense to look shocked. “Drink it? Like, actually swallow it?”

“Do you need help, stupid whore?” Jimin pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp. He was quick to shove his fingers in before your mouth closed. He opened your mouth wide and pressed the rim of the glass to your lips, tipping the viscous goo onto your tongue.

It was both bitter and salty as it slowly glided down your throat.

“I can’t,” you gasped after another mouthful.

“Too thick for our baby to swallow?” Jimin patronizingly pouted. “Need something to help it go down?”

He pried your jaw open as Taehyung leaned over your face. He gathered his spit in his mouth before dripping it into your open mouth. “Don’t swallow yet,” Taehyung warned, and moved to give Jimin space. Your best friend did the same, giving you a generous amount of his spit before forcing you to swallow by pinching your nose and covering your mouth with his palm.

“Want another drink, baby?” Taehyung laughed at your vehement refusal.

“Please, I really can’t,” you whined, weakly pushing the glass away.

“Fine,” Jimin sighed. “At least let us help you clean up.”

He dipped two fingers into the glass then lathered the seed around your lips as if it were lip balm.

Your tainted body was the canvas in which they painted themselves on. Taehyung rubbed the white cum against your nipples, lathering your most sensitive erogenous zones in the liquid. As it dripped down your chest you belatedly realized it looked as if you were lactating.

They threw you back onto the bed, each grabbing the back of your knees and lifting your hips. The remaining bit of cum in the glass was poured onto your cunt, which they fingered back into your winking hole. You were so sensitive that even the shallow fingering caused the most delicious spikes of pain.

“Do you like feeling our cum all over you?” Jimin gently circled the outside of your clit.

You tiredly nodded, seconds away from dozing off.

“That was so fucking good.” Taehyung flopped onto the bed beside you, cuddling into your neck. "You were such a good girl for us."

Jimin reached over to your side-table and grabbed the wet-wipes, cleaning you up as much as he could. Taehyung worked to adjust you into a comfortable position, pressing soft kisses against your skin as he tucked you beneath the blanket.

Deeming you clean enough for the meantime, Jimin tucked the three of you underneath a new blanket, kissing both of your foreheads before turning off the lamp. He rolled over to face you with a grin. “I told you my plans always work out.”

You hated to admit that he was right.

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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[existslikepristin]

In your own opinion which idol needs more smut?

Last time I got an ask like this I said Momoland. That's, uh, somewhere in my archives.

(Btw since this ask is specifically about smut, expect some NSFW talk.)

This time the question is for a single idol... That's rough. There are a ton of idols who need to be written IMO. But I'm gonna say

Kim "YR" "Katie" Yerim... AKA Yeri (of Red Velvet)

So one of my favorite things to do is put a spotlight on lesser-known idols, but I've got a bone to pick with Kpop smut writers. And that bone is: Why the fuck is Yeri (effectively) ignored in the context of Red Velvet smut?

To preface: The rest of Red Velvet is smut-worthy. They're hot/cute/pretty. They're talented. Etc. But proportionally, Yeri gets very little attention. Even Wendy, Red Velvet's official visual hole (which is not my personal opinion, it is LSM's marketing strategy, hashtagWendyIsHotAwareness) appears in more than twice as many M-rated fics as Yeri on AFF according to a simple tag search. From personal experience looking for Yeri smut, for a majority of those fics she appears in, she is cameo character to justify using her name to pad out the fic's tags. You get this to a certain degree with Joy as well, but the difference is less stark, and Joy is less often relegated to background character status. If you ask me, this disparity is a tyrannical injustice and here's a list of reasons why you should join the very real crusade that I will eventually probably start for Yeri to get more smut written about her.

1. Yeri is hot as fuck.

I don't know if you've noticed, but Yeri is hot as fuck, and that's a pretty good reason for you to write smut about her. Are the other members of RV hot? Yes. BUT... is Yeri hot? Yes. And you know she is. She is not only hot, but she has little to no reservation about proving it.

Surprise, mother fucker. Yeri has an ass. It may not always seem like it because she's top heavy, but she definitely has an ass.

Don't try to pretend you weren't already thinking about her god-like tits. Without even being obscenely large, they are capable of changing the center of gravity. Of your eyes. To make you look at them. Because she has boobs. Does your bias have boobs? Don't answer that. I didn't THINK SO. Haha, gottem.

She's got the Squirtle lip, implying she is a water type, implying she is constantly wet and/or a squirter and/or lactates probably. She puts out house fires while wearing sick shades.

As someone with half a foot fetish and an expert opinion, I can also confirm she has the cutest feet in Red Velvet and is in at least the top 5 overall for idols as a whole.

Of course, given how blisteringly hot Yeri is, there are many more physical characteristics that I could cover here, but Tumblr has an image limit and I already spent too long making the collages above while my rapokki gets cold.

2. Yeri cusses.

I love when idols swear in English and this is my list so you can fuck off you gosh damn cunt.

Seulgi is what we call a coward.

3. We stan a horny queen.

We've all seen the clips. "Hi, I'm Katy. Nice to meet you." and "Yeah, I like girls... GENERATION." These were clearly what we call in the biz a panty drop and a gay panic, respectively. Yeri loves porn, sleeps naked, and has at minimum depending on how you count sixteen confirmed kinks (including a foot fetish, voyeurism, degradation/humiliation, something about vampires, and many more). She is a pansexual (meaning sexual toward anyone, though she may also have sexual feelings for kitchenware), gender fluid, ethnodiversity-appreciating switch. With all of the above in mind, she is obviously willing to fuck anyone in any way and if you write about it, she will surely find/read/enjoy it. Also she would have the longest, thickest futa dick in Red Velvet, a fact which is not up for debate.

4. She's not a massive bitch.

Don't @ me, Irene stans. It's a joke and I am exaggerating. Every celebrity of every caliber is under a lot of interpersonal/social stress guaranteed to manifest at random intervals as behavior ranging from mildly to severely antisocial.

But no really, Yeri is a pretty normal person. For as much as you can be if you're an extremely successful idol and influencer, Yeri's kinda normal. She still fangirls over stuff, she regularly shows gratitude, and she's not afraid to be seen as a regular human being, illusion of idol perfection be damned. She actually exhibits more emotional diversity than your average can of grapes, which cannot be said about a looot of idols. Maybe you should write emotional fluff about her too. You can't spell fIuffery without using all the letter's in Yeri's name. And honestly, why would you even try? (In case you missed it, that was a capital i, and was extremely clever)

5. Yeri is a meme idol, and she's funnier than you.

Yeri is an effortless comedian. Seriously, you should appreciate that more. She tries really hard to make you laugh, and you swine don't seem to appreciate them pearls.

If you write like I do, the fact that she's so fucking hilarious is extremely helpful and inspiring.

So yeah.

Also, if you want an idol to write who just doesn't have like nearly enough smuts in an overall sense, write Yooa. I know this was a rant about Yeri, but Yooa is also cool and hot.

[jungshookz]

Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu 

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS 

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,. 

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k) 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”  

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you 

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi  

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…” 

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

oh

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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