#z writes✍🏾

[calibabii21]

|| sli(ck-p)up || l.jn

pairing: pervy bf!Jeno x gf!reader

genre: smut

warning(s): perv!jeno, sub!jeno, secret pic/videos taken, caught jerking off with reader's panties, sadist!reader, humiliation, edging, overstimulation, use of pet names "baby" and "pup/puppy"

wc: 1.8k

a/n: @jenosprincess requested pervert boyfriend!Jeno and it is officially September so I figured, why not kill two birds with one stone. let the shenanigans begin, hope you all enjoyyy~~~

also: (pre-established safe words, we use the standard green for "keep going" and yellow for "ease up" with "lighthouse" being "stop")

You noticed. It was small things. But you noticed. It isn't that he was acting particularly skittish, but he was even more primal acting. Like a feral pet.

It started with longer stares. I mean, he's your boyfriend, so, of course he's going to look- but no. He stares. Quite literally like you're a freshly butchered hunk of meat.

Next it was more aggressive touches. Fingers digging into your waist just to pass by you. Teeth sinking harsher into your lip when he kisses you. Very desperate. Very eager.

The oddest one, he began sniffing you. When he hugs you. When you walk by. The moment you most need a shower, right after you've worked out. That's when you noticed undergarments of yours going missing.

Little did you know, today would be the day the covers got pulled back.

Your day wrapped up early so you decided to head to your boyfriend's house. Just like you would any other weekend. It is when you approach his apartment that you feel that shit is about to hit the fan. Nevertheless, you enter his home with the spare key he gave you.

It's radio silence as you walk in. The television is off. No bustling action in the kitchen. Not even the blasting of the Naruto soundtrack. But you think nothing of it as you head toward his room. He's probably gaming with the guys.

"Ba-" but you're stopped short. There is nothing in the world that could prepare you for what you see. All the signs were there, but you brushed them off as his man period or something. Men go through things too. But this??

He couldn't see or hear you, but boy could you see and hear him. "F-Fuck M-Miss- please." You knew your boyfriend could be a little submissive sometimes, but never to the extent of begging and calling Mistress..or was it Miss? Either way, the scene before you was beyond your imagination.

Jeno in his gamer chair, a hand tightly wrapped around his cock and here's the kicker, your most recent loss; a baby blue lace thong, held up to his nose. And boy is he sniffing profusely. Not that you thought it could get any worse, but it did.

On his screen- his gaming pc screen, was you, fresh out of the shower, and naked. You didn't seem to be anything special, but baby boy was lapping it up. In the video you'd had on the same baby blue thong, he now had in his mouth as if to taste you, and were lathering your body in baby oil.

It seems to be getting near the climax seeing as, once it got to the part where you were spreading and rubbing it all over your bare breasts, you notice the video had been slowed down and zoomed in- still in 4k quality by the way. He edited it too?? This was all too crazy and had carried on for too long.

"Having fun?" His body instantly jerked and froze. He's still as you walk to him and turn his chair to face you. Eyes watering and face red with embarrassment as you've caught him in such a vulnerable position. Though he's scared for being caught, and your dominant aura has caused him to cower, it's clear he is enjoying the feeling.

His hard on is still raging and if anything, it seems even angrier. His breathing is deep, but shaky; and he has the nerve to still hold your panties in his mouth. You snatch them out, drawing a whimper from him and toss them aside.

"So this is what you do when I'm not around?" He looks down at his lap then closes his eyes, too ashamed to see how aroused he is by the situation. "This why you've been acting so fucking desperate lately?" His whine when you grip his face and make him look you in the eyes is indeed, desperate.

His eyes sneak a glance at the computer and your eyes follow his line of sight seeing the video is still playing, this time the frame zoomed onto your ass as you're bent over. You narrow your eyes as you bring them to meet his again and he tries to shrink into himself.

"You that horny to where you can't even focus on me right in front of you? Is it because I'm fully clothed?" He looks at you with wide eyes and shakes his head in denial. "No? You like it when you're exposed and I'm all covered up?" the words are spoken softly into his ear before you lay a faint lick on his earlobe and lightly tug on it with your teeth.

"You're not the only one that can bite." You'd be lying if you said the shudder that coursed through him didn't thrill you. You hadn't paid attention before, but you actually have quite the dominant streak. Then an idea pops into your head and you let him go before moving to his desktop and turning on the webcam.

"W-What are you-" but you show him no mercy, "I'd threaten to gag you with something but you would like that wouldn't you?" He lets out a series of whimpers as you get on your knees in front of him, "look at you. still brick hard even with the camera on you. Who knew you were such a perverted little pup."

His cock bobs as throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. "Oh look at thaaat. You like that don't you?" You coo at him, lightly tracing one of his more prominent veins and trailing your left hand up his torso to his right nipple and flicking it with his thumb. "P-Please Y/N," you shake your head tsking at him, "That's not what you called me earlier is it?"

He doesn't respond, only continues mewling and squirming in his seat. When you allow your flattened palm to fall sharply on his thigh, you notice a new wave of precum starting to bead at his tip. "Oh you really are a pervert aren't you. I expected this from someone like Haechan, but never my sweet puppy, Jeno."

You notice the split second his breath hitches once Haechan's name is mentioned before it speeds up at the pet name. "Oh? I see. I might have to punish him too." Your hand ghosts over his length before firmly gripping it, earning a sigh of relief paired with a string of pleading moans.

"Maybe I'll restrain the both of you and play this video back. Would you like that?" He only murmurs and looks at you with eyes begging for torturous mercy. Your hand grips his slicked cock tighter, your wrist now twisting in a gyratory stroke, "want to watch me edge you with one of your best friends? A little fleshpump constantly milking you both?"

You speed up your hand and slacken your grip, "What do you think?" His head lolls back, brain fucked out and on autopilot, "Y-Yes Miss." "Divine." He sits up straight with heavy breaths, looking at you slightly cross-eyed and dazed as you bring him closer to the edge, "huh?" You can't help but chuckle at his cuteness as he tries to think through the oncoming orgasm.

At the last second you snatch your hand away, relishing in his pleading and fresh tears falling, but his self instructed obedience to keep his hands gripping the arms of the chair, where you've only just noticed they've been this entire time. "Divine. That is what you will refer to me as."

His eyes sparkle when your hand reconnects with his now painful erection, and he nods. "Since you've been such a good boy enduring this, I will reward you." He immediately perks up at that and nods eagerly. "I want you to give me two."

You see his eyes reflect a flicker of uncertainty so you soften your own and ask, "What color does the puppy give?" to which he perks up and smiles through a hooded gaze, "Green, Miss- Divine. Please, green." His smile is returned and you plant a soft wet kiss on the inside of his thigh, "Give me two."

Immediately he's thrown back into pleasure as your hand resumes its slow, spiral-like strokes. Just his sounds alone have you internally squirming yourself. "Baby you're twitching so much, are you close?" He bites his lip with furrowed brows and nods, "Okay puppy, cum for me."

It's when he feels your tongue on his balls that he looks back down at you and lets out a drawn out moan. "fffuuuuuuck Miss Divine- oh shit you make me feel so good." You moan against his balls before grazing your teeth along them, "What do you say?"

Tears roll down his cheeks from the overstimulation as he tries to catch his breath, "Th-Th-Thank you Miss Divine." You smile and reward him by now stroking him at a fast pace. "Come on puppy, you owe me one more. Be a good puppy for Miss Divine." Okay even you are beginning to cringe at the name, but watching him fall apart like this for you? For Miss Divine- it by far outranks the cringe.

"You're almost there baby, you can do it." His breathing is so quick you fear he may start hyperventilating, "M-May I please cum? Can I please?" And you, of course, grant him instant permission "Ooooh, look at the good puppy making a mess all over yourself." You'd continue to play with him, but his whimpers now sound hoarse and that softens your heart entirely.

You stand back to full height and cradle his face, bringing it closer to your own, "You did so good, and I'm so so proud of you for being a strong pup." His eyes flutter shut as you press a kiss to his forehead then flutter back open when you pull back, "I'm gonna go get the water ready for a shower. Will you be able to stand for that?"

He cutely nods back and gives your lips a gentle kiss, "I love you." Your heart still skips a beat when you hear those words, "I love you too baby." You grin and give him another kiss before going to the adjoined bathroom to set the shower to the perfect temperature.

"Ah shit!" you hear what sounds like scrambling, then typing and head out to the room to see Jeno shutting down his computer. "What happened? Are you okay?" He first sighs deeply, as if to gather his thoughts, "Haechan just texted me.." You hold your breath knowing you weren't going to like what comes out of his mouth next.

"He said..you know everything we just did? well..apparently we were on a live stream chat with him..." You gasp loudly and cover your mouth "..Was that all he said?" He grimaces and shakes his head, "He said he's on his way."

[calibali22]

Smoking with NCT Dream (reaction)

a/n: ayo I highk wasn't even gonna write today😭 but conversations with @neoculturecollectives will get you typing a mile a minute ong, so thank you for enabling my impulsion fren🩷

warning: mature. mdni

Mark: Mark would be all sexy and chill which would make him even sexier. He would absolutely cuddle with you and let you sit on/straddle his lap- platonically or in a relationship, just know it's ending in you riding him. maybe another round in the shower..and he may wake you up with head in the middle of the night.

Renjun: This could actually be a solo thing where he smokes alone. He'd be so pent up from schedules and shenanigans that he relishes in being able to finally sit back on the sofa and have a little me time. Now that he's calm and relaxed, he's definitely jerking off. Mans isn't quiet about it either. If he's feeling a lil spicy he might even record himself a bit and send it to you.

Jeno: This guy would just already be head thrown back still smoking as you ride him. He would have one hand slapping and gripping your ass, telling you to go slow before he ditches the blunt to wrap both arms around you and fuck up into you. He'll probably get sleepy after a shower and will climb straight into bed cuddling flush up against you buck ass naked.

Haechan: Haechan. dear Lord, Haechan. This man would be manspreading on purpose, tilting his head back to blow out the smoke because he knows how much you like his neck. His hand placement would be oh so intentional as it rests on his crotch or just on his thigh right next to it- thumb rubbing back and forth over his semi hard on. He would either be very up front about wanting to fuck, or, he'd be so obviously faking obliviousness that you just end up begging for him and he gives in biting his lip saying "Princess if you wanted it so bad you just needed to ask."

Jaemin: One word. shotgun. It'd be an experimental thing but right as it happens, Jaemin would just stare at your face. studying you. His eyes are heavy as he gives you that growing smile where he's biting his lip and raises his eyebrows as if saying "you like that?" You will most likely end up giving him head after that.

Chenle: ngl this little shit may be full of mischief. He would spend the whole night spamming your phone with texts about how you're all scared and won't pull up. Until you do. Then he's biting his lip staring at you as you go off on him about bothering you. When you stop mid-rant to go on about him not listening, he interrupts you with a kiss and says "you make anger so hot" just to piss you off💀

Jisung: I feel like there would also be straddling with Jisung. He would kind of space out every now and then. All of a sudden his hands would glide over your ass and just grip it greedily, absentmindedly mumbling a "mine" when you let out a moan. Then as you sit back straight on him after placing the blunt and lighter on the table, one of his hands would slide up to your neck, lightly choking you- your own gripping the seam of his t-shirt. The vibes are just hella sensual not even gonna lie. He would re-adjust you to sit directly on his bulge, making you grind against it. The part that would make him snap is the whimper you release when he traces your lips with his tongue and adds a little pressure to your throat. After that he's pulling you into a deep and slow paced kiss led by him. You're not shy with the tongue and that just makes him grind back against you harder. Basically y'all cum from making out and dry humping lmao.

[chloeworships]

Some of you who are currently making music are going to be the next Jay-z’s. Diddy’s Lil Wayne’s and Dr. Dre’s. For whoever this message is for Your reign in the industry will never end whether you’re male or female. This is why new artists need to be “seen”.

Understand what I’m saying here and congratulations too, however take your time with this though. Remember you don’t need to have a million artists on your label to go viral and make bank.

People don’t understand that through music and sports, God has taken many, many people out of the hood and offered them a better way. Stop judging people and leave that to God. Look for example, at LeBron James and all he’s done for his community. UPDATE: The LORD said to me that LeBron is a SAINT 😇 wow. See Romans 1:7.

God wanted me to share this. What’s crazy about this is this was the EXACT writing ✍🏾 in the dream I had called HER LOSS.

Jesus is for everyone and he looks AT THE HEART ♥️ and he is rebuking those who in the synagogue who say they are Jews but are not. Meaning, those who say they love God and are chosen but are not. This is “notoriety”

Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Nobody thought David, a shepherd boy, was fit to be King but GOD DID.

2024 will be a year YOU🫵🏾will ⚡️SHOCK everyone.

Too many are sitting around wondering “why her” or “why him” or “what happened to so and so?” but God will be answering that question next year.

Sadly there are people who think you don’t deserve what’s coming to you but God is going to render them mute.

With that said….

2024 is a year where the mouths of lions will be SHUT 🤐 The mockers will eat their words 🍽️ and dynasties will be built. I heard the word “EMPIRE”.

Too many people are out here running they mouth but God is saying “aight BET”.

I LOVE IT‼️

I also heard the term “eunuch” 👀

God is going to 🎉SURPRISE🎉 the world next year loves and YOU.

Pls note I didn’t ask God for a 2024 prophecy. Archangel Gabriel & Uriel came by to visit me.

The LORD has spoken 📣

I’m excited for you all.

[calibabii21]

|| i never thought || l.hc

pairing: sub!haechan x dom!reader

genre: smut, non-idol au, friends to lovers, Christmas bet

warning(s): bratty sub!haechan, reader learns she has a dominant side, reader is kind of a sadist, both haechan and reader are masochists, overstimulation (m), dirty talk, sexual threats and innuendos, haechan may let "mommy" slip..several times, bdsm club

wc: 2.7k

a/n: suuuuch an honor to be a part of this collab with @jenoslutie this is for you boo💋. thank you so much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy😭 proofread?? not sure💀 mdni

"Come on pleeeease," yet again your friend was begging for the impossible. "That's not even the type of person I am! Not to mention I have to go shopping for Re- my Secret Santa.” Thankfully you caught yourself, “Besides, what could you possibly gain from this?" Funnily enough, that's all it took to quiet him. "N-Nothing," his flustered stutter and sheepish eye contact avoidance were a dead giveaway.

You couldn't help but give in to the cuteness, "Fine. but only if you don't leave my side" His eyes immediately brighten and he's on you with cheek kisses, "thank you thank you thank you– I would never abandon you at a place like that." His seriousness is endearing and you very much appreciate the sincerity in his tone. “Thank you Pookie.”

A twinkle flashes through his eyes at the pet name but he only smiles at you and agrees to give you time to get dressed seeing as he asked you to accompany him on such short notice.

About 45 minutes later you’re walking through the front entrance of the club he begged you to accompany him to. You look around the packed out place, taking in the world of kink you are freshly experiencing first-hand. “Wow.” Haechan turns to you, securing a rose gold wrist cuff, matching his, around your own. 

“What is this for?” He gives you a sheepish look, seeming rather nervous now that you study his expression. “Hey, what’s wrong Pookie?” His tense stature relaxes and he allows himself to melt into your palm resting on his cheek. “Well aren’t you two a lovely pair,” someone comments as they pass by, “You’ve got a good, old-fashioned brat on your hands.” You understand the terms, and the bashful look on Haechan’s face stirs something in you.

A smirk finds its way to your lips, “You think so?” your eyes stay trained on Hyuck’s face as you speak, “But he’s always so good for me. And he treats me so well, don’t you baby boy?” The fake pout with a doe-like gaze you give him as you stroke his chin causes a submissive glaze to film over his eyes and a yearning whimper to leave him. 

When you turn your back to him, he unconsciously moves his body into your space, “If you’ll excuse us, we’d like to get to the rest of our evening.” Haechan attaches a hand to your hip, guiding you away as you smile at the stranger. “You’re..handling yourself better than I expected.” His tone is full of satisfaction and pride, which in turn makes you roll your shoulders back and walk in pure confidence- naturally boosting his ego.

“You make it so easy Pookie.” His returning blush as you playfully pinch his butt makes you giggle. “You’re being awfully cute..” And quiet. Despite his unfamiliar behavior, you allow him to continue leading the way. 

The chains and leather oddly complement the various Christmas themed rooms you pass. Maybe not something you’d have done yourself, but it works. Haechan squeezes your hand to get your attention, “We’re here.” You look up with a soft gasp and wide eyes, “Oh.” Definitely not something you were prepped for.

Here was a platform stage with a submissive straddling a metal chair. Arms bound to the top of the arch, ankles to the legs, nipples flush against the back- and cock between the bars. Seeing as you have goosebumps from simply walking through the establishment, you can only imagine how cold the half naked sub must be. Though their shivers could just be from the anticipation of their dom circling them.

Your eyes drift over to Haechan when his breath hitches as the submissive’s eyes are covered with a sleek blindfold. His responses are intriguingly physical. He isn’t the one being touched or tied up, yet his breathing is shaky and he’s sweating a bit. If you’re honest, it even has you heating up yourself. 

The moment the dom ghosts their fingers over the sub’s semi erect cock is when you decide to maneuver behind Haechan. Your hands lightly reston his waist causing him to jump, startled. “It’s okay, it’s just me.” “Hyuck..I want you to keep your eyes on the stage, okay?” Your voice is soft as it reaches the back of his ear, “Just, stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” He immediately nods- almost in an eager manner.

A shocked yelp leaves the sub, quickly followed by a moan as they feel the contradicting warmth of their top’s breath on their chilled nipples. “Are you sensitive here too, Baby Boy?” It’s a rhetorical question but his whimpers as you brush your thumbs over his nipples through his shirt is answer enough. “Oh, you’re a vocal little thing aren’t you, Pookie?” 

You continue toying with his nipples as your right hand drifts down his front, a sound of approval leaving you, “Sensitive too.” The subs loud moans drown out the whimpers and whines Haechan releases as you fondle him through his clothes. “Please.” His pleading simultaneous with the ones coming from the stage. “What are you asking for?”

He says nothing, enraptured by the scene of the sub’s painfully hard cock being edged between the cold, hard bar of the chair and the domme’s warm, soft palm. Pinching his nipple you get a louder moan as well as his attention, “If you can’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.” He only whines, his knees becoming wobbly, “Please, touch me p-properly.”

You take your hands off of him and put space between you, “If you can find a private enough space, I’ll even let you cum.” That seemed to kick him into overdrive and he grabs your hand guiding directly to a private room with red carpeting and furniture. His only instruction is to sit as you point toward the lounge seat. “That was awfully fast. Now I wonder if it’s even worth a reward.”

You’re quiet as you slowly pace back and forth, thinking to yourself about this night. It all seems a little too calculated. You pause in front of him, more like you’re looming over him in your heels. You watch his eyes trail from the points of your shoes all the way up to meeting your eyes- and it’s easy to tell that his immediate response would have been to whimper, but he senses you waiting for any wrong move.

“Why did you bring me here?” Nothing. You get absolutely nothing but a diversion of eyes. His squirms increase under your scrutiny. “Haechan. I will touch you until this club closes and ruin your ability to cum for yourself or anyone else if you do not answer me. What. is going. on?” There’s only a mumble you don’t understand before he goes back to feigning innocence.

Fine. You opt for trying an approach he would be receptive of. Wordlessly, you remove his pants, giggling to yourself at his Christmas themed g-string. “Shut up” he mumbles sassily, which for some reason irked you more than it usually would. The sharp sting of his underwear elastic snapping against his skin has him both hissing and staring at you with needy eyes.

You maintain his eye contact, his own widening as your face gets closer to his when you straddle his lap- the fluffy trim of your sexy Mrs. Claus costume tickling his midsection. “If you don’t want to willingly tell me, I’ll get it out of you another way.” His eyes glow with amusement and desire as you glide your fingers beneath his waistband, “You can try all you want but I’m not giving i- mmm.” 

That quickly shut him up, you again, giggle to yourself. “You act all big and bad but you’re so weak to pleasure your inner slut can’t help but submit. Even if it’s from your best friend, hm?”  He bites his lip to hold his sounds back, but his chest is already heaving as if he’s close.

“Surely Mr. ‘Won’t-give-in’ isn't close already.” Your taunting seems to only spur him closer to climax. “You better not cum Donghyuck or so help me Go-” His head is thrown back, hips thrusting into your hand to fully ride out his orgasm, essentially sending your own body up with them- completely drowning out your words. Whimpering and whining as your hand applies pressure to his now sensitive dick.

He attempts to continue thrusting until your hand comes up to grip his face, body stilling save for the shiver that passes over him at the strong look in your eyes, “If you don’t stop fucking playing with me I will restrain you, tie a vibrator to your dick, stick one in your ass, and walk right out of that door.” Your threats seem to have the opposite effect as you feel him growing harder in your hand again.

Chuckles of disbelief leave you as you begin laughing hysterically, even that has his erection rising further. “My God.” Your faces are close, eyes searching his as your hand begins to move at a slow, steady pace. “You really are a perv aren’t you?” He whines loudly and looks at you pleadingly. “Lucky for you, so am I. Know that I intend to keep my word of ruining you for anyone else.” 

Your hand does a 180, now jerking at a speed too incredible for him to keep up with, “That was your plan with me, wasn’t it?” In the middle of his second orgasm, his expression is one of shock at your words. “Fuuuuuck mommy- please please.” Your body heats up at the title and it honestly makes you feel even more powerful. His body is writhing and twitching beneath you as you don’t let up on stroking him. “If you give me one more, maybe I’ll think about stopping.”

“No no no no,” you aren’t too sure what he’s pleading about, but no way are you stopping now. “The club will be shutting down in about five minutes.” Right as you yell “Coming!” in response to the rough knock on the door, Haechan does the same but for completely different reasons. His hands grip your waist when you stop, his face still asking for more. “We have to go now Pookie, but I’ll take care of you when we get home.” 

He assists you in cleaning up as you help redress, “You may have been a bit of a brat, but you were still a good boy for me. As a result, I'll let you decide what happens when we get home.” His eyes light up and his confidence immediately resurfaces, “Just know it’s my turn to ruin you for everyone.” 

“Hyuck- wait slow dow-” you cut off your sentence with a gasp as you realize you slapped his face with a heavier hand than intended. There’s a moment of silence as you both process what just happened before he’s further backing you into your apartment- lips excitedly attacking your neck. “God you are so sexy.”

You get over your shock, your seductive chuckle reddening his ears, “What a pain slut you’ve turned out to be.” That only makes his hips rut against you as he licks your neck, not separating from you to gauge the direction of your bedroom. “Wait the bedroom’s that way.” He continues feeling you up beneath your costume, “Fuck the bedroom, you’re taking me right here.”

He bends you over the couch, slapping and groping your ass. “Who gave you permission to out-sexy my sexiest thoughts of you.” Your hips grind back on him as he presses his bulge firmly against your core, “How perverted can you be to get this hard over your best friend.” He begins softly rocking, thrusting his hips against yours, “And how greedy does your pussy have to be to grind on my clothed dick like a neglected whore.”

You don’t know why, but his words ignite deep arousal within you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.” He wordlessly pulls himself out of his tight confines and teases his head against your soft thong, “By the feel of your holes clenching through your panties, you wouldn’t even be patient enough for me to prep you.”

“What’s prep when you’re made for me.” You try to contain your laughter as your teasing words make his movements stutter. In the end a sharp slap is landed on your exposed ass with a gritted mutter, “Don’t go putting hopeful thoughts in my head.” Before you can decide whether to continue teasing him or reassure him, he’s easing into you with a stretch so delicious your first moan is drug out.

You’d expect his thrusts to be rapid and shallow with how desperate he’d been to be inside you, but it was the complete opposite. “Paced and deep, just the way you like it right?” His strokes really were perfect. Hips connecting with yours with the right amount of force. One hand caressing your skin while the other unexpectedly spreads your wetness around your unoccupied hole.

His hips come to a sudden stop as he leans over your back. “I-I want you to ride me.” Even through his effort to top you, you can feel that you still have the power. “Okay daddy, come sit.” You patiently wait during his awkward fumbling to circle the couch, but once you sink onto him you both moan in unison. “I must be doing my job with the way you’re squeezing around me. Am I making you feel good?” 

“Mmhm, you’re doing such a good job baby.” His head is thrown back as he “guides” your ass to slam back down to meet his thrusts halfway. “I told you I was going to ruin you f-for everyone.” You take that opportunity to lay him flat on the couch, your hands using his chest for support, “It feels so good being stretched by you Hyuck.” 

You lean forward now allowing your ass to fully bounce on him faster. “Fuck baby you take my cock so well. Who’s my good girl? Huh?” The second he asks, one of your hands reach forward and caresses his face as you keep bouncing, “It’s you isn’t it? You’re my good boy?” You seal it with a tender yet erotic kiss on his lips and he’s instantly whimpering and tightly gripping your flesh.

“I-I’m close.” But you ignore him and his attempts to thrust up into you as you continue controlling the pace, opting to switch to a slow whining of your hips. “P-Please, mommy. Mommy can I please cum?” A pleasant shudder passes through you at the besotted, fucked out expression he gives you as he begs, “Please PLEASE can I cum? Can I cum inside, please? Mommy I’m so close, please.” 

His begs become more adamant and panicked as you clench around him with each circle of your hips, your own climax approaching. “You want to cum baby?” He immediately nods eagerly with hopeful eyes as his hands fervidly touch and grasp every inch of your body, “Please.” His whispered plea seems to be enough to satisfy you, “Can you be a good boy and fill me up?”

“Yes yes yes mommy, I can be a good boy. I’m your good boy.” His moans and cries are anything but quiet as he releases ropes of heat inside of you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder when your orgasm creeps through you as you grind harder onto him, “Oh Fuuuucck. Shit, yes Hyuck.”

There is a flurry of soft moans and breathing as you both come down from your high. Haechan looks at you enamored. “You are so..beautiful.” The compliment caught you off guard, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes you smile at him, “Thank you, Pookie. You are too. Truly.” You plant one last kiss on his lips before getting off of him to move to your bathroom.

He lets out a startling hoot and laughs in a victorious tone causing you to stop and face him. “The hell is so funny?” He turns to you with a cutely smug smirk, “I won.” You  look at him incredulously, “Won?”

Now redressed, he approaches you with an air of arrogance, stopping in front of you, “I hit first. So I. won.”

You let his words sink in with silence before smirking at him, “Just remember I’m the one you call ‘mommy’.”

A blush brushes his features at your words as you walk off, “You’re my bitch now.”

tagging:

@thesafecafe

@atinystaypixie

@neoculturecollectives

@multifandomslxt

@haechansbbg

@lovncts

@mrkis

[calibabii21]

|| call me a jerk || johnny suh

pairing: dom!Johnny x fem brat!reader

genre: minor angst, smut, mature

warning(s): mean dom!johnny, choking, degradation, abs riding, tiddy sucking, fingering (vaginal and anal), overstimulation (reader)

wc: 1.13k

a/n: this literally came to me in a dream so, um, hope you like it heh..

You may as well move in at this point. Except you never will. Not after how big a point you made in denying the possibility of ever catching feelings. Yet every waking moment you find yourself longing to be right back here. In this man’s home.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” his hand rests on your bare thigh, “what’s got you all pent up in the face?” You contemplate spilling your thoughts entirely, but settle for a shrug as you play with his fingers. A heavy sigh leaves him as he slumps further into the sofa in his spacious bedroom, “don’t start this already.” And that instantly brings a deep frown to your face, “start what? And why do have such a tone with me?” 

The looks at you with a raised eyebrows is full of attitude, “first of all,” his hand is moves from your thigh as he sits up at full height to face you, and grips your face, “who do you think you’re talking to? You don’t ever get to question me, got it sweetheart?” Your faces changes to a soft frown as you nod at him, “secondly, what’s got you all defensive and offended lately?” There’s a brief moment of silence before you let out a huff, “I just feel so stupid now.”

Confusion is written all over his face as he begins caressing your own, “I don’t follow.” You grit your teeth before taking a deep breath and mumbling, “I was wrong, about..not..catching feelings....” A beat of silence passes. Then another, before you look up at his face to see him holding in his laughter, “u-uh huh.” That was the last straw. Your 13th reason. 

You stand up and collect your things as he doubles over in laughter, “fuck you, Johnny.” His name doesn’t even leave your lips fully before you’re flung over his shoulder and tossed onto his bed nearby, “sit your ass back down.” There’s not a peep from you as he takes his sweet time walking around the bedpost and climbs into his spot. “Come here.” A straight command with no extra context. You already knew what to do, so you did it.

“Why are you being a bad girl, huh?” you still say nothing as you straddle his hips, only staring at his shirtless torso. “Hey,” there’s a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, “I know you hear me, stop being such a brat.” That only gives you cause to act brattier. Whining as you throw a fit on top of him, “you’re being a dick,” you continue squirming, upset, until he bucks his hips up into you, drawing a gasp from your lips and a shudder down your spine. “I’m not acting like anything, you just want it.”

His crotch grinds against yours till you’re slightly panting before he stops, “but you don’t get it.” You protest and try to plead your case but he shuts you up with a flick to your nipple through his shirt you’re wearing. “No. You don’t deserve it.” Well there goes my relief, your thoughts are bitter as you respond to him, “what am I supposed to do then?” It seems he took a page from your book, seeing as all he did was shrug.

Assuming he’s instructing you to do all the work, you begin moving your hips against his groin, “Nope.” He shakes his head and grabs your waist, holding you in place, “I  told you, you can’t have it.” You can feel your frustration growing, “well what the hell am I supposed to do!” That warrants a pinch to your ass, “watch your tone. and like I said, figure it out.”

You look around the room for something, anything, to get you off before you decide to shift your body higher onto his torso, and grind down. “Ohh,” a whimper leaves you at the relief from the friction. “Yeah? Feel good?” You nod your head eagerly and move your hips faster “M-Mhm.” You don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he's watching you with dancing eyes.

“I don’t believe this- look at you. So desperate you’re grinding your cunt on my fucking abs,” you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head in embarrassment. “Not to mention you’re so soaked you’re slipping.” His condescending chuckles as he tightly pinches your nipples cause you to choke out a moan, “m-more.” You can feel yourself right at the edge, “more.”

It comes out a demand rather than a request, “You want more? More of what, I’m not doing anything.” His fingers kneed your ass cheeks before his right hand slides to gather some of your wetness for lube, “You’re the one fucking yourself out on me.” You feel his middle finger circle your back hole, “You like it? Using Daddy’s body to feel good?” Torn between wanting more pressure on your clit and pushing back against his fingers, you whine incoherently. 

His left hand wraps tight around your throat and squeeze as his finger begins prodding into your hole, “I asked you a question, little girl.” More friction it is. Grinding your hips down harder, your moans are constant, “Mmh yes, using Daddy’s body feels so- so gooood.” Your body spasms as an unexpected orgasm hits you, Johnny choosing that moment insert another finger in you.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know that’s not how things go.” He sighs in false disappointment and removes his hand from your throat, opting to lift your shirt enough to expose your breasts, then move his hand down between your legs. “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry,” Your babbling worsens as his assault on both your ass and your pussy continues, “ ’m sorry Daddy, you feel too good.” 

“Yeah? It feels good?” He coaxes babbles from you and coos, “aww my poor baby. Can you give me one more?” he asks even though you’ve already left a puddle on his abdomen from cumming a second time, “Daddy it hurts.” But your complaints are ignored, “it hurts yet you’re still humping me like a dumb little bunny in a frenzy.”  His mean words egg on your desperation. “That’s what I thought. Be a good bitch for Daddy and give me another.” 

He concludes his insult by latching his mouth onto your breasts, alternating sides, “fuck Daddy, you’re such a jerk.” He grins and bites down on your left nipple, which happens to be your most sensitive, “stupid little girl can’t even come up a good insult.” Next thing you know, his fingers are removed and your cheeks are being spread as he stretches you with the deliciousness of his thickness.

“You can call me a jerk all you want babygirl, I’ll still fuck you to tears and you’ll thank me for it like the horny cockslut we know you are.” 

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|| desperate || j.ww

pairing: gamer!wonwoo x gf!reader

genre: smut

warnring(s): blowjob, very light face fucking, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation (f)

wc: 571

n/a: here's a lil sumn sumn for mi bebe @jenoslutie, welcome to the diamond life nabs🤭

He’s been playing for hours- which is nothing new, of course, but his baritone mumbles of what his eyes caught paired with the nimbleness of his fingers has you in a state of restlessness. “No- no nO NO!!” his voice raises, though rather than alarming you, it further pushes you toward acting on the intruding thoughts. “Sorry you guys that was my fAULT??”

Looking down below the desk, Wonwoo reassures his fellow players everything is fine. As he adjusts his glasses he looks down at you, giving you nothing and expecting an explanation. But you, also, give him nothing. Only opting to go straight for what you want, pulling his less than semi hard cock out. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t fully erect, that’s part of the fun after all.

You hear the keys being clicked again as you stroke him, gently sucking him into your mouth. To your dismay, he doesn’t even react!! This is no longer just fun for you, but a challenge. There’s no way I’m losing to a damn game. You begin teasing his hardened dick with kitten licks and suckles on the tip, until he palms the back of your heady and forces himself down your throat.

“Take it.” The command could have not even been for you, but eager for the attention and initiative he took, you obey and attempt to take him in further. A raspy groan rumbles in his throat. When you moan against him, he looks down at you- one hand squeezing and massaging the nape of your neck while the other continues executing attacks on his monitor, “Does it taste good?”

Your nod in response causes his tip to rub against the grooves of the top of your mouth, eliciting a louder groan than before. “Fuck, I died.” He now holds your head between both of his hands and leans back in his chair, slightly thrusting into your mouth, “Look at you giving me your best support.” He lets his head fall back to rest against the seat, “So desperate for your mouth to be full, hm?” 

The words calling you out, audible to even his online friends, makes you moan as you suck him with more intention. He looks down at you from a high position, with glasses resting on the edge of his nose, “Your pussy's so needy it couldn’t wait?” You squirm and speed up the circling of your fingers on your clit. He’s right. You couldn’t even wait until he finished to be touched.

Your desperation began to overflow as you insert two of your fingers into yourself and rock back and forth on them. His eyes watch you intently. Your hips grinding on your own hand as your mouth power sucked him. “I’m close baby.” There was nothing he needed to add. How he came- more like where he came, was entirely up to you. 

Wanting him down your throat, you prepare a breath before gradually taking all of him- the feeling of your gulps and hums causing his seed to spill out. Your fingers curl as you, too, reach your peak and clumsily grind it out on your fingers. “Good, girl.” He wipes a few stray tears from your face before tucking himself back in and starting a new round of his game. “Give me ten more minutes.” All you can do is shake your head and make sure you have plenty of condoms ready.

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|| awakened || l.jn

pairing: dom!jeno x brat!reader (ft. side character jaemin)

genre: smut, mature, best friends

warning/content: profanity, slapping, choking, slight degradation, slight humiliation, crying, praise, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, etc etc.

wc: 909

  You are noticeably upset and here he is laughing at you. “it’s really not that funny J” you frown at him crossing your arms “no you’re right, it’s hilarious” he clutches his stomach laughing even harder, “fuck you” you hiss at him rolling your eyes. His laughter ceases in seconds “..what did you just say” the hostility in his voice makes you look back at him with narrowed eyes “fuck. you.”

 Before you can even process what’s happening, he strides in your direction, backing you into the nearest wall “I’m really trying to give you a chance to correct yourself princess” his breath fanning your neck and fingers digging into your waist cause a shiver to ripple through you “I didn’t do anything wrong” you murmur breathlessly as he begins trailing soft wet kisses along your neck “I beg to differ love” there’s a beat of silence, save for both of your gradually quickening breaths. “I really want to fuck you right now” a sharp breath escapes you as his heady gaze meets your own “you’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

 his tone is teasing as one of his hands trail up your thigh before pausing underneath your large t-shirt “you..” he breathes out the word before enthusiastically cupping your sex “you’re already bare and ready for me” he nips at your neck as he inserts his middle and ring fingers inside of you “w-wait j— anyone could walk in and see us” you weakly argue, panting “yet you’re giving me such easy access” “jeno please..” he flashes you a sexy smile removing his fingers “what is it baby? you want my cock inside you?” your face flushes at the vulgarity of his words yet you find yourself nodding “please.” 

 suddenly you’re tossed onto the couch with him standing in front of you, a noticeable bulge in his shorts “ya know, you never apologized for being rude to me” that elicits a scoff from you “I have nothing to apologize for.” He clenches his jaw tugging down his basketball shorts and aligns himself with you “I’m going to fuck an apology out of you” “I highly doubt tha—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp breath as you feel the tip of his length prodding into you “what was that?” he pushes your legs back into your chest instructing you to hold them 

 “look who’s mouth isn’t so smart now” his smug expression pisses you off but turns you on even more “just shut up and fuck me” he licks his lip in aggravation as he brings a light but firm slap to your face before tightly wrapping both hands around your throat “you’re in bratty mood today aren’t you” he leans down toward your face, hands still tight around your neck “mmmm” you groan incoherently, a whimpering mess as he continues to fuck roughly “look at you gripping around me, how embarrassing. you like my hands around your pretty little neck don’t you?” through the harshness of his words of humiliation, you understand them to be a cue of consent, the genuine concern behind his eyes attracting you to him more “mhm” you moan and nod “good.”

 he speeds up his pace, his thrusts brutal “now are you sorry?” you shake your head stubbornly in spite of not being able to form coherent sentences “n-no” his firmly grips your cheek, forcing your mouth open before letting a dribble of saliva run from his mouth into yours “ohh goooddd J, I’m gonna cum” he removes his hand from your face and begins massaging your clit in slow circles, a complete contrast to his strokes. your hands find their way to the wrist of his remaining hand around your throat “jeno jeno- fuck please can I cum” you beg him, the pleasure becoming too intense. 

 There’s no response from him as you try to delay you orgasm “j—“ “cum” he cuts you off placing his forehead against yours, his powerful thrusts contradicting his tender words and strokes to your clit “that’s right baby cum for me. oh you’re taking my cock so well, I’m so proud you” only whimpers and whines escape you as tears run from your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm.

 “jeno” you breath out a soft moan, your tone full of affection and desire. “I’m here with you baby” he whispers, his thrusts now slowing and softening as his warm seed spills inside of you “thank you,” you whisper, he slips in response “fuck I love you so much” both stilling at the words that escaped his lips, your breathing calming down “w-what?”--- 

“I said, what an interesting thing to be writing about your best friend.” now completely broken out of your bubble, you look to your left to see jaemin looking at your phone over your shoulder. “jaemin!” you yelp in surprise hiding your phone from his vision though you know it’s too late “how much..did you see” you feel your face heating immensely as he responds “only the end of it..” there’s a moment of silence “you know..I think he’d enjoy reading that” you look at him wordlessly, as if asking him to elaborate, “better yet, you should just act it out with him.” he chuckles to himself thinking about jeno’s crush on you “you never know what could happen.” you stare at him wide eyed as he walks off just as jeno walks in with a cute smile directed at you, “hey.”

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|| in my mind || p.js, l.hc

pairing: idol!Jisung x fem manager!reader ft. idol!Haechan

genre: smut

warning(s): phone sex, Jisung is audacious, dom-ish Jisung, Haechan is a little shit as per usual, excessive use of "noona", use of "pretty", voyeur (?) Haechan, Haechan switch mode asf, Haechan is referred to as "baby boy"

wc: 1.4k

a/n: this literally came from me listening to Poison and a conversation about it transitioning to phone sex with Jisung, so, here's a little something short. mdni.

Excitement coursed through you as you finally slipped into your bed. Everything was going as planned. Until it wasn't. You had counted the minutes to be in this position: lingerie, laptop, vibrator- only to be interrupted by an impeccably timed phone call.

You take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves before answering. "Hi Noona!" Your irritation begins to dwindle as you hear the enthusiasm in his tone, "Yes, Jisung?" The conversation proceeds as a usual check in, and then, silence.

Taking advantage of it, you close your eyes sinking back down into your previous position and try to will yourself back into the mood. "I miss you." Instinctively, a moan leaves you at the sound of his mutter, a jolt rushing through your body as your eyes snap back open. "I- you'll see me tomorrow."

If he heard your slip-up, he doesn't make it known to you, but unfortunately for you, there was another pair of ears present- the worst pair. "Oh my. What's got you making such a pretty noise for our Sungie?" You're glad you don't have to think of a bullshit excuse because it sounds like Jisung is pushing him out of the room and locking the door.

"Sorry Noona, he just walked in." Still slightly flustered you laugh it off, "Oh no, it's alright haha.." Your heart is pounding, as if it can tell something is about to kick off. "Do you..need something..Noona?" Every hair on your body stood up. He always calls you that, but he said it differently that time. Like there was a hidden meaning behind it.

Clearing your throat seems to be the one you can do at the moment. "Something like?" You know this is very wrong. He's not only your client, but he's still impressionable in your eyes. At least he was. "Do you need, help?" Deciding to continue feigning ignorance, you're about to respond but he beats you to it, a sudden sturdiness in his voice you've never heard before.

"Please, don't play dumb. Do you need me to help you cum?"

Stunned can't even describe your current state. You want to answer him but God is this unprofessional. "Do you need my voice, to guide you through it?" oh God. He chuckles at your- well, what would be silence, if not for your audible shallow breaths. "Bet you don't even need my guidance. Your desperate hand is probably already caressing where you wish my hands were."

There's a whine that leaves your mouth at his words, but also at the realization that he was right. Your hand was already touching yourself, whispers escaping you, "Jisung." As if beckoned by the call of a siren, his husky response is instant, "Yes, Noona?" You don't know what you want from him, but you feel he's the only one who can satiate you, "Help me?"

You're startled by sudden boisterous laughter booming from the other side of the line, but it isn't Jisung. "I tried to stay quiet and enjoy the show but damn, Jisung. You're good." You can't bring yourself to be surprised, "Hyuck?" The arrogance in his tone is clear as day, "Hey, Pretty. I bet your hand hasn't even moved from between your legs, has it?"

Heat spreads across your face, "Sh-Shut up." But rather than intimidating, it comes out pant-like. "Want to know where my hand is?" You let out a breathy chuckle, reaching for your vibrator, "I can take a good guess, perv." He returns the chuckle and groans, his hand stroking his shaft more prominent to your ears now, "Don't act like you don't miss it."

The youngest's silence becomes louder so you call out to him, "Jisung?" His voice is somehow deeper and heavier than usual, "Yes, Noona?" You mewl and meekly address him as you tease your clit with the smooth side of your toy, "Are-are you touching yourself?" Haechan can be heard pointing out how pretty you sound in the background.

"Do you want me to touch myself, Noona?" For some reason you grow emotional and feel tears well in your eyes as you breath shakily and continue teasing yourself, "Yes, please, I really do." You hear clothes rustling on his side of the line when Haechan chimes in, "Oh you sound so pretty- she's our pretty little girl isn't she Sungie?"

"D-Don't call me that," his voice is already shaky and raspy, "but, yes, she is."

That triggers something in you and you activate the vibration on your dildo, "Sungie." Wet fapping sounds from both men have you moaning and whining. "Noona." The three of your moans harmonize so beautifully, Haechan unsurprisingly being the most melodic. "Pretty girl, let me see your pretty face."

You aren't sure what it is with him, but he just triggers your sadistic side. "No, baby boy. B-But Jisung c-can." You unintentionally moan a little more when you say Jisung's name. Haechan soon hears the ringing of Facetime on your laptops and lets out a loud whine. "That's not fair I-I asked first." The hiccup in his words already lets you know where he is, and you aren't far behind him.

"Fuck Noona, your pussy looks so pretty. So pretty and greedy I bet you're clenching at the thought of taking the two of us." Hyuck, still on the other line joins you, simultaneously whining and whimpering at Jisung's words. You really were clenching around the silicone, just wishing it were one, or both, of the men in your ear.

"Bet you want one more person filling your mouth too, don't you, Noona?" You moan uncontrollably despite biting your lip and clench your thighs together as you continue fucking yourself. "Mark Hyung?" You moan and nod, picturing Mark fucking into your mouth, "Or maybe Jaemin Hyung?"

Okay, never had you thought that deeply about Jaemin like that. You'd imagined things occasionally, yes, but the way Jisung said it? You were soon gushing all over your fresh sheets, "fffuck Jisung." "That's it, good girl, Noona. Keep going, ride it out, Noona." Your eyes roll back as your body jerks, moans flowing nonstop.

At his command, you can't bring yourself to stop; yet in spite of the overstimulation your thoughts are coherent enough to coax Haechan through. "H-Hyuck, you okay baby boy?" The whine he rewards your ears with is so desperate you let one of your own slip. "You need a little help? Want to see the mess I'm making for you?"

You know it's mainly Jisung that got you there, but you can't deny the times Haechan has given you some of your best O's. He doesn't hesitate to beg, "Yes, please, yes yes." You can already feel your second orgasm approaching.

"Mmm, baby boy, you look and sound so pretty and fucked out for me, d-don't you?" Your eyes gloss over as the phone call ends and his picture comes into view on your laptop. "I could say the same about you, Noona." You grow flustered as Jisung bursts your bubble of teasing Haechan.

"F-Fuck yo-," your insult is interrupted by the abundance of pleasure that tips you over the edge. It was quite unfair actually. And it seemed to be in slow motion for you; the almost artistic way white ropes simultaneously painted their skin.

Deep down you know the prettiest canvas to you will always be the honey-like golden. Though the milky white has a, well, ethereal milky essence to it. Both made your night end in such bliss that you almost wish it wasn't over.

You hesitate to turn off your vibrator, still wanting more, "Don't overdo it, Noona." The command itself not direct, but you in fact, understood completely and remove it after powering it off.

"Tomorrow, your ass is mine," "Ours" Jisung quips at Haechan, to which he sighs then scoffs at, "Fine, ours. Though I don't plan on giving you up that easily." His eyes alternate between you and Jisung as best as they can, "Just because you made him your new boy toy doesn't mean I won't ruin you for him. Or any other man for that matter."

He leaves the call after, declaring war I guess you could say? You're a little confused by it but you can't deny the excitement building in the pit of your stomach as you see a prideful jealousy stir in Jisung's eyes.

"Well then."

"Goodnight, Noona."

"Goodnight, Jisung." You blow him a kiss, waving goodnight and end the call, but not before hearing his last declaration.

"Just know I'm dreaming 'bout you."

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|| you're a godsend || l.mk

pairing: idol!mark lee x foreigner!reader

genre: mild angst, fluff, sweet mark, a bit of flirting if you squint

warning(s): mention of anxiety, reader experiences discrimination

a/n: I'm heavy in my Mark feels (what's new), so here's a lil smth short and sweet :))

"안돼요, 현금 없음. No cash." The sales lady's adamant tone only fuels your bubbling anxiety. You signal her to give you a minute as you rummage through your purse. God why did this have to happen right now? And to you of all people. "I'm sorry, can you-" She immediately cuts you off with a sigh and grumbles to herself as she begins closing the transaction. "Wait, no-" "죄송합니다 , you can add her items to my tab."

Your head snaps to your savior, tears welling in your eyes. From embarrassment or relief, you aren't sure. "You're so kind, thank you." Sniffles now uncontrollable as you dab your tears away. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't treat your customers in such a way," He hasn't yet acknowledged your words of gratitude, but you aren't offended- though it seems he is.

The frown on his youthful face looking out of place. At least from what you can see. To be fair, his features are covered by a black mask. "Enjoy the rest of your day." Yet he still gave her a smile, and left a tip. In cash. You're not sure how much you meant it, but you bow and thank the lady as well on your way out of the door.

The sun is beaming as you walk side by side in a comfortable silence. Truthfully, you don't even mind the quiet. For some reason you feel a strong sense of safety when near him. "I apologize, ya know, on behalf of the owner," he looks over at you through a squinted eye, "I understand how it is being a foreigner."

When you smile his eyes immediately flicker to your mouth, then back up to meet your own. "Thank you, for stepping in. I don't think you understand how much I appreciate it. I was nervous so I wanted to stop for a little comfort snack before going to my first meeting at my new job and-" you stop yourself short, "sorry. I'm rambling."

He shakes his head letting out friendly chuckle, "No worries, it's cute." There's no added statement as he leaves you flustered and passes your snack. As your walk continues, you pull your phone out to check the navigation, am I even walking in the right direction?

Once it's confirmed that you actually are, you pocket your phone and begin excitedly eating the bulgogi kimbap you'd fought tooth and nail for. Okay maybe not tooth and nail, but surely sweat and tears were spilled. "Want some?" He cutely nods and shocks you by pulling his mask down and biting off the top piece from out of your hand. "Oh.."

So handsome. He replaces his mask and faces forward as he finishes chewing. That is, until you reach a traffic light and he abruptly turns to you with a determined look in his eyes. "You're very pretty." It's said with such certainty and confidence that you can't help the feeling of immense attraction flowing through you.

"Not gonna lie I.. find you quite handsome, myself." The two of you smile at one another and share a laugh as the light changes for you to walk. "Still nervous for your first day?" You ponder the question before shaking your head, "I'm not actually, and it's really thanks to you." You come to a stop and face him, "You're truly a godsend, how can I show my gratitude?"

"You can go easy on me for being late to our first practice." Immediately you check your phone and gasp realizing you're late for your introductory meeting. "Oh my God! Wait- how did you-" He solutes you and backs away holding his arms out with an eye smile, "Welcome to SM Entertainment, Y/N."

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|| Isn't The Sky Beautiful? || k.dy

pairing: model!Doyoung x stylist!reader

genre: smut, mature *mdni*

warning(s): fingering, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (ie: angel, princess, bunny, pup), singular use of "daddy", dumbification, kinda mean Doyoung, dom!Doyoung, sub!reader, bitchy reader, sexual frustration, shenanigans all around

wc: *roughly* 2.9k

a/n: some sort of continuation of work your magic. @tinypink-macaron hopefully this helps you feel better🫶🏾

disclaimer: there's no official mention of a safe word, but the predetermined safe word that will be universally used- for fics and just on the blog in general (regarding emergencies) is lighthouse.

"Ah. You guys I have to go soon." You exit the Instagram app with a sigh and toss your phone on the bed. It wasn't fair. Simply sitting there talking to a phone, yet looking so damn handsome.

Your low grumbling continues as you look through your suitcase, pulling out your black velvet silver shimmer gown for tonight's red carpet event. You'd gotten a natural face with heavy smokey eye look done earlier in the day. Who knew Milan would be the place for a 12 hour lasting beat. "Wait.." you shake you head chuckling to yourself nevermind, that was dumb.

On your way out of the door, it crosses your mind to make a quick post of your final look, but you decide against it. Whoever wanted to see you would just have to wait. Suppose it was more you trying to convince yourself than genuinely play hard to get. "Lord give me strength," you pray as the door closes behind you.

If you were given a dollar for every compliment you've received tonight- well, you wouldn't be rich, but, you wouldn't complain either. Not mention how hard you had to refrain from fangirling when Luke Hemmings greeted you with a DOUBLE cheek kiss and called you stunning. Nothing could top that. Except-

"Why are you avoiding me?" a voice startles you out of taking in the leopard print decorated room. "What reason would I have to be avoiding you," your aggressive defense has you internally wincing. "That's exactly my question," there's a hint amusement in his tone, "you look good."

Finally you bring yourself to look at him, his princely appearance far more fitting for the throne he sits on than you anticipated. Immediately your eyes narrow, "fuck he's so handsome." A bashful smile spreads across his lips, "thank you," now realizing you'd spoken your thoughts aloud, you turn away from him with a scowl. "Well, I should get going.."

Soft, manicured fingers grasp your wrist, pausing you, "did....have I done something?" You feel a little guilty for treating him this way, "not at all." Which wasn't a lie, but your unenthusiastic reassurance made him falter and release you before walking away without another word. Guess this night is over.

By the time it's almost midnight, you're out of your heels and eagerly heading to soak in your suite's spacious garden tub. As you're grabbing the last of your things to head into the bathroom, there's a knock at your door.

Your breath hitches when you see the man casually leaning against the hall wall, playing with the ring on his index finger. "Doyoung?" what is he doing here? You're certain the confusion is plastered on your face, yet he silently shows himself inside, inspecting the room as he paces. There's nothing for you to say as you drink in his well-cinched waist covered only by an onyx-rhinestone detailed blazer. Still, neither of you say anything, you observing him inspecting your suite.

"They told me to return my suit to you." Finally, an explanation. It still doesn't make sense. "To me? Okay, but..you still have it on..." your thoughts slowly gather together as he begins to circle you, "it could have been dropped off in the morning."

You can feel it. Something is going to happen. "I could have," he says open-endedly, as if sarcastically considering the seemingly absurd idea. "but then I wouldn't get a chance to handle you." An immediate scoff escapes as you feel slightly offended, "handle, me? What the fuck does that even mean??"

It is already ridiculous to think about, but to say something so.. outdated to your face? Only now do you notice that he has removed his blazer, exposing his taut torso to you. "You know, you've had the shittiest attitude since that day." You don't even have the chance to rebuttal because he's speaking again, "What? having my dick in your mouth wasn't enough?"

Stunned can't even describe your current state- not to mention aroused beyond belief. Face to face with him, you can't bring yourself to speak. "Can't speak?" your chin is grasped between his thumb and forefinger, "why have you been so mean to me baby?" You can feel your tough facade breaking "I..it's embarrassing.." he furrows his brows, "it can't be that bad."

A pregnant pause lingers as you gather the courage to fess up, "Fine.. I was upset because...you're too damn attractive and seeing all the comments on your posts and lives bothered me.." You can't even look away to hide your shame because he tightens his grip on your chin as he processes your words.

You can feel yourself overheating under the robe due to the intense embarrassment you feel. Unexpectedly, boisterous laughter erupts, startling you, "That's your reason for avoiding me? That's so fucking stupid." With the way he's doubled over, it must be really fucking funny.

He's suddenly standing upright, centimeters from your face "you're damn right it's fucking funny." oh shit, you did it again. "I've been racking my brain trying to figure what I did- turns out you were just too jealous of my fans to have a proper conversation with me."

His voice becomes soft spoken as his right hand caresses your cheek, "if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask," your lashes can't help but flutter as your lips brush one another's. Kisses planted on each cheek to emphasize his words, "if you want," kiss, "my cock," kiss. "all you have to do," forehead kiss, "is ask." The words whispered so lightly against your lips you can't help the moan that slips.

"But you didn't." He pulls away from you and looks at you with mock disappointment. "Closed mouths don't get fed, Angel." Your eyes are quite literally glossing over from the overwhelming want you have for this man. "What do you want?" He's stalking toward you, backing you until the back of your legs make contact with the mattress. Again, silence. Afraid that if you speak, sobs will come out.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" It's rhetorical, yet you find yourself nodding. There's nowhere to go as he hovers over your seated body. "Look at me, Angel," his hand is at the side of your neck, feeling your pulse race as you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His beautiful, sparkling eyes.

"You want me to make you my pretty little bitch?" Instantly you're whimpering and tears are welling in your eyes again. "Ohh. You like it when I call you that hm? My pretty. little. bitch." As if seeing you further in a new light, Doyoung looks at you with an enamored smile. "Open your mouth, baby." You part your lips enough to fully extend your tongue. "Swallow it all, like a good little slut." Your eyes close as you whimper blissfully, swallowing his saliva with your own.

It's known to you that you aren't into pet play, however, you find yourself eager to please him like an obedient puppy. "Please, fuck me," you whisper with such a sinful innocence it almost makes him lose his composure and take you right then and there. "Not quite yet sweetheart." Then he's walking across the room, back over to his blazer, re-placing it back on his body, "you go ahead and take your bath. I'll see you in the morning." And just like that, he's gone.

He said he'd see you in the morning, but he had you all the way fucked up if he thought you were dragging this out any longer. After thirty minutes of the most frustrating bath you've ever taken, you're marching to his hotel room and banging on the door. By the time he opens the door, you're seething, "how dare you-" before you could even finish, he's yanked you into his room and pinned you against the door.

"How dare I? How dare you." You're sputtering and blinking at the sudden change in roles, his half naked body short-circuiting your brain, "w-what do you mean?" He scoffs with a chuckle as he looks you up and down. "You come banging on my door- at nearly one in the morning, mind you- covered in only this tempting robe, your freshly bathed skin gleaming at me-" his hand beside your head curls into a fist as if to instill restraint. "Missed my touch that much, did you?" he says more to himself than you.

"Is this what you came here for?" he's now lowered the tone of his voice. "Did you come to seduce me?" his featherlight traces from your neck to the collar of your robe leave goosebumps on your skin as he begins removing the thick article of cloth. "Did you come here, knowing, I would fuck you properly? Put you in your place?"

It takes everything in you not to sink to your knees and suck him dry. "Answer me, Princess." You knew he wouldn't let you anyway, that's too undeserving a reward. The silence must have gone on too long because, next thing you know, he's guiding you to the couch by the nape of your neck forcing you bent over the arm.

His crotch is flush against your lace clad sex, hands massaging your ass before landing a harsh slap making you jolt forward. "I don't take too kindly to being ignored." You notice, not only the bite in his tone, but his lack of use of a pet name. "I'm sor-RY" your pitch hikes at the sudden sharp stinging of his palm on your skin, "I don't want any apologies. I only want to hear 'yes sir's' and 'thank you's' from you."

You've never seen this side of him, but you can't deny that you are enjoying it. "Y-Yes sir." If you were looking to be praised for your obedience, it unfortunately never came. Not a sound comes out of your mouth as he continues kneading your flesh. It isn't until you feel his breath against your core that you become fidgety, squeezing your thighs together.

"Oh, is this where you want me, Beautiful?" you wordlessly nod as his fingers trace the outline of your lips, "I need words, Gorgeous." Searching your brain for words you move your hips closer to his face "yes, please sir." He gives your ass a pat of praise at your obedience and hooks his index finger onto your panties to pull them aside, "mmm," you hear him taking in the scent of your arousal, "look how pretty and puffy your pussy is," he slips his first and second digits into your slit, "glistening just for me isn't it?"

His tone, so soft and condescending, paired with his long, slender fingers has you tensing with anticipation of climax. "Already? I've barely gotten started baby." As if emphasizing his statement, he plants an open mouthed kiss on your clit, immediately sucking it into his mouth. "Oh fUCK" you grind your heat back onto his face, "fuck fuck fuck, don't stop," your demand makes him increase the speed of his fingers.

"Aww, look at the desperate bunny thinking she's in charge." You let out an incoherent whine as you feel the pressure building in your tummy. "please please please can I cum?" He expresses his satisfaction with your response by rapidly lapping at your clit, "of course you're gonna cum baby, and you're not going to stop until I tell you."

His fingers curl inside of you and you're tipping over the edge- rising on your toes, nails digging into the couch cushions. "Breathe." it isn't until the firm command and a strong smack to your ass that you inhale deeply. "Oh fuck, I'm-" "Again." And you do. The orgasm becoming so intense as he removes his fingers from inside you, and rips your thong before using your slick to swiftly rub your clit. "come on, Angel, ride it out."

The high pitched sounds coming from you are unrecognizable to your own ears. You soon find out why as liquid spurts out of you and coats Doyoung's satin boxers. "Ohhohoho baby. Look at what a mess you're making." But you're too busy muttering thank you's for it to register in your mind, even when you see said puddle as you are guided to and shoved back onto the queen sized mattress.

Everything is happening in slow motion, but you're snapped out of it the minute you blink and see a fully nude Doyoung. Your eyes are zoned in on his beautiful cock- tip gleaming with precum, before letting them trail up his torso to meet his heady gaze. "God, you're such a fucking tease." He climbs onto the bed, hovering, drinking in the visual of you.

"You look so gorgeous, legs all spread and patiently waiting for me," can't help but beam and spread your legs wider at such high praise. "And I know you'll take my cock so well, won't you?" "Yes, daddy," you whimper and nod as he aligns himself with your entrance, his girth stretching you the perfect amount, "Ohh fuck, Jesus, it's like your body was made just for me."

His thrusts start off slow as to allow you a chance to adjust, but also to save him from premature nut. "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum already?" You nod as your brows furrow, "mhmm." He speeds up his hips, thrusting them in a 'J' motion that has the tip of his length continuously press against a spot within you that no later has you spasming and moaning uncontrollably.

A hand semi-tightly enwraps your throat, "F-F-Fuuuuucckkk," you drag out as your mouth drops open and your tongue naturally lolls out. "Look at my little cock-drunk princess. So dumb and fucked out, and it's only the third orgasm," he punctuates his mean words by allowing a dribble of saliva to run from his mouth, to yours. "Such a dirty little angel, squeezing around me at such filth." But that only makes you squeeze his dick more, nails digging into the flesh of his tight back.

You can feel him getting closer to his high when his thrusts become more powerful, "Princess, I'm so close," a warning or simple declaration you do not know, but you're relieved you're not the only one near climax. "Shit- fuck baby, your greedy cunt is milking me so much." The feeling of his hot cum releasing inside of you has your own juices spouting out as he bottoms out. "I knew you could take me well," but your eyes are fluttering closed as you're catching your breath.

By daybreak, you're unsure of if you passed out from exhaustion, or the intensity of your final orgasm. You feel a little sore, but your spirits are higher than you'd ever thought possible. A chuckle can't help but leave you, not me being dickmatized after one fuck. Hopefully the man doesn't mind.

Speaking of- you look around the room to see him nowhere to be found. putting on the zebra print robe you see lying around, you search throughout the room to find him out on the balcony. "Good mor-" you immediately slap a hand over your mouth when you see he's in the middle of an Instagram live. "Have any of you ever been to Milan?" he's addressing his fans, but he's looking at you, "everything here is so gorgeous."

His eyes smile as he looks you over and discreetly beckons you over. The exaggerated shake of your head has him rolling his eyes. He motions for you to crawl under the table. You look at him skeptically before throwing caution to the wind and getting on your knees beneath the transparent table.

Without any further acknowledgment from him, you- as quietly as possible, undo his pants button and zipper. It is as hard as it sounds. Both his dick and not getting caught. You release his hardness from its confines and bring it to your lips. His sharp intake of breath and attempt at covering his groan that was so clearly heard boosts your ego a bit. It is now your mission to make him slip up on live, so you waste no time taking him into your mouth and giving him slow, strong sucks as one of your hands gently fondles with his scrotum.

"Ah, 난 좆됐어" you understand that as a swear word and give yourself internal praise. He brings one of his hands underneath the table and pushes the back of your head so that you take him in deeper, "Mmm-" almost lost in the pleasure he snaps himself back to reality and reads the comments. "I look blissful? Haha, thank you?" He must be close with the way looks down at you with a quick lip bite as you deep-throat him. His hand now holding you against him as he releases down your throat.

Although his deep breaths prevent him from making noise, his head still rolls back to rest against the railing as he chants and praises you in his mind. "Dear Jesus, give me strength," he whispers a prayer to himself before sitting back upright caressing your cheek as he reads the incoming comments, "am I in pain? No, I am quite..satisfied," his innuendo is nowhere near subtle, but his fans seem to eat it all up. "Isn't the sky beautiful?"

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|| rock and a hard place || n.yt

pairing: idol!Yuta x black gf!reader

genre: established relationship, suggestive (?)

warning(s): horny Yuta, horny reader, a wee bit of dirty talk, Yuta of course has no filter, PDA, public flirting/borderline exhibitionism of some sort

wc: 753 words

author's note: Okayyyyy- I literally wrote this January 2, 2022, but all this talk about @multifandomslxt pulling Yuta made it resurface soooo, here's a little something while you all wait on what is to cooome~ 😘

On one of your recent outings with your girlfriends, you bought a new lingerie set. And feeling a little bratty, you decided to take a few teasing photos and send them to your man- even when he made it painstakingly clear that he'd be at one of his most important schedules to start the year. Jimmy Kimmel.

Having a specific vibration pattern for your messages, he checks his phone, regretfully seeing the lewd-thought provoking pictures just before their show goes live. He tries to play it off as he sits through the entire broadcast, attempting to discreetly adjust his pants, but his efforts are proven futile when he continuously spaces out so much that Jimmy has to directly address him, “Yuta's been awfully quiet over there– I see that enigmatic smile, what’s that about?”

All he does is shake his head, slightly flustered, and chuckles, saying, “you just, caught me between a rock and a hard place.” He gestures down to the not so hidden tent in his pants, licking his lips to hide a smile as he looks up pausing when he makes eye contact with you. In the crowd. His eyes lighting up and heating with desire.

Taeyong looks at Yuta throughout the interview, noticing he keeps looking at the crowd with an expression he easily recognizes, and searches for you in the mix of people before letting out a high pitched laugh. Abruptly stopping himself when everyone looks at him, he gives them a cute, “sorry sorry,” which seems to be enough for them laugh it off as the interview continues.

You giggle to yourself as Haechan and a few others also notice you and give Yuta knowing glances. Finally when the interview ends, Yuta makes eye contact with you- giving you a look you've received from him many a time before, and security slyly guides you to the back where you meet up with the members, greeting them with an innocent, “surpriiiiise.”

The rest of your time in their dressing room is split turning to give them privacy to change into regular clothes and simply talking and joking around. But then comes a moment where Yuta laughs at something Mark says, calling him cute and biting his lip to conceal his smile. He began taking off his tie- which of course has you looking at him with a carnal desire. Eyes tracing is face, down the length of his body.

When he notices how you're looking at him, he smirks with his eyes alight and wordlessly stalks toward you. Frankly not even caring that the members' conversations have decrescendoed to complete silence and all eyes are now watching the both of you. His hands continue unbuttoning his shirt as you maintain eye contact with each step he takes toward you.

You're chest to chest at last when he says lowly, yet loud enough that everyone can hear in the now quiet room, “did you like me suffering a painfully hard cock, on national television, while you sat there all pretty, knowing I would completely ravage you afterwards?” You nod without saying a word, now starting to softly pant as he grabs your chin.

His thumb lightly traces across your bottom lip, before dragging it down, his head dipping forward so his mouth is only centimeters from your own. “Your ass looks so pretty in the pictures you sent me–” he moves his hand to lightly pat your cheek before caressing it, “but it would be prettier all warm and deep red, marked with my handprints wouldn’t it?”

He reaches behind you, clutching your ass in a tight grip that parts your lower lips. Your eyes have already become heavy and flutter as your breath comes out in shallow exhales, “look at you panting like a needy bitch.” That only causes you to whimper and lean into him, wanting more of his touch. “Um–“ Haechan clears his throat, his voice sounding slightly heavy with arousal “w-we should get back to the dorms..”

You finally snap out of your trance and peek around Yuta to see all of the members staring at you, some openly aroused- Doyoung staring with heat and envy- others avoiding eye contact as if trying to control their thoughts “o-oh” you stutter with a rush of heat coming to your cheeks “yeah um– we can leave now.” It isn't until you're walking ahead of the rest that Yuta slaps your ass, and you then realize just how weak in the knees this man has you.

anywayyyyy, v v short, yes, but it was really just a for fun thing I wrote to my friend back in my ult Yuta days (yes, they STRONGLY existed) but yeeeah. lmk if you guys actually want me to start writing for more 127 members 💋

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|| things that could be said during sex and at the dinner table ||

Nct 127 edition

Taeil: “so soft and juicy” *intentionally ignoring you as your head snaps up when he recites the words he had just said when eating you out prior to dinner*

Johnny: *waits until the table is radio silent before acknowledging the food* “Wow this looks delicious” *nods at you with innocent eyes but speaks in a condescending tone* “doesn’t it babe”

Taeyong: *eating dessert in fancy restaurant* “wow it’s so moist” *unnecessarily loud*

Yuta: *knocks biscuit against table* “damn, it’s hard as a rock”

Doyoung: “Lord bless this meal that I am about to receive” *maintains eye contact with you as he kisses his rosary*

Jaehyun: “aye, look at that bounce back” *wiggling plate of jello*

Jungwoo: *returns to the table shortly after you and sucks whipped cream off of his finger* “mm! tastes so sweet” *trying to hold back giggles as you blush and glare at him*

a/n: Mark and Haechan's will be with the dreamies

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|| pretty boy, mirror me || z.hao

pairing: inexperienced bf!ZhangHao x experienced gf!reader

genre: smut. that’s it.

warning(s): crossdressing, reacharound handjob, there's a mirror involved ruined orgasm..think that’s it. *minors. do. not. interact.*

wc: 819

a/n: I didn't get the chance to write the second day's, so I'll be combining days 2 & 3 if that's okaaayyy. I plan on doing quite a few of these, so some may be shorter than my usual works. hope you all enjoy <3

*disclaimer* my writings are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes. read that again if you're thinking about coming at me.

"Are you ready baby?" There's a few beats of silence before the timid creak of the bathroom door sounds. A genuine gasp escapes you as Zhang Hao walks out with a slight skip in his step. "Oh, you look so pretty- come here honey." Your arm is outstretched to him, beaconing him closer.

You gently pull him to stand in front of you, "What took so long baby?" He remains quiet, but you notice right arm tucked behind his back and narrow your eyes at him. "What are you hiding from me.." But he opts for wordlessly revealing his phone to you; showing the pictures he'd taken in the restroom.

Taking the device, you study the photos- zooming in on a few points that catch your eye. "So this is what you were doing.." You look up at him as he begins fidgeting, though from anticipation rather than anxiety. "How do you feel wearing this?"

He adorably grins at you as he picks at the ruffles on his skirt, naturally swaying. "I'm very happy." You can only smile in return as you caress his face, "Well you look very pretty in these thigh highs. Thighs looks so beautiful in this skirt." The two of you share a brief sweet kiss, you soon moving further back onto the bed.

The next cue is a pat on the bed in the space between your legs. Hao sits back to your chest, immediately relishing in your soft touch skating his skin. Lips ghosting his neck. "Such pretty shoulders you have baby."

A shudder can be felt as your breath fans him- skin turning a gorgeous pink shade. "You know, for someone so lacking in experienced, you are doing so well."

You hear him let out soft mewls and sighs, "Well that's because you make it so easy." Your light touches continue to relax him, "Yeah? You want to keep going?" He nods eagerly, his face becoming an expression of shock as he tilts his head back.

"Um, is that.." You, too, look toward the roof of the bed, instantly grinning at the sight of the mirror. Hao's body seems reactive to seeing himself erotically laid between your legs through the mirror. "Can we..can we..use it?"

Pleasantly surprised, you happily oblige, "Of course, my Angel, you've been such a good boy. What is it you'd like to do?" The shakiness in his short breaths is audible, "Can you touch me?" His innocent eyes looking back at you have you folding without a second thought.

You lower yourself a little so that the both of you are the perfect angle to see your reflections. His skirt is now flipped up, giving you a view of the panties he also put on. "Hm.. They're a little big- but you still look very pretty. My pretty little boy."

He squirms in attempt to get you to touch him firmly, your hand only lightly tracing the outline of his growing erection. "Please." His feet begin kicking in a fit, eyes shutting tightly as you fully grip him without warning, "AH, yes!"

You pull him outside of the panties humming at the sight, "Mmm, look at how pretty your cock is." Whether he's flustered or not, you can't tell with his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing shallow. But you were getting tired of repeating yourself "I said look at your pretty cock"

He gasps and his eyes snap open once your hand encircles his throat, forcing his gaze to be on the mirror and he lets out a loud whimper. "M-More, please." You sass him back, but still give him what he asks for.

"You've barely been listening to me, yet you're throwing out commands." He chuckles brattily through deep breaths, "I was a good enough boy for you to let me choose what we do." Your response is to grip him tightly in one hand while circling his tip with the palm of your other.

"N-No! It's too much- 'm gonna cum, please." But you ignore his words, continuing your merciless strokes. The hand on top now moving to massage his balls and the rim of his tight hole. "Be a good boy and hold it."

You already know he won't be able to keep it in, but you provoke him anyway, leaning your lips close to his ear. "Do you hear how wet you got for me?" His whines increase in pitch and volume, while just as he tips over the edge, you switch to slow strokes.

Through the mirror you can see the different emotions flash through his eyes as he cums in your hand. Frustration, confusion, arousal. You were learning so much about your sweet little panda. "F-uck momm- more. Please."

Your heart skips at the title he almost called you. He cries out as you remove your hand, scrambling to keep you touching him. No baby, it's your turn." You snap the garter belt against his skin, "Use this and mirror me."

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|| awakened pt 3 || p.js

pairing: jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut, mature. mdni, cheeky, idol x black bestie au

warning:. flirtation, teasing, excessive use of the word noona lol, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, slight exhibitionism/almost caught, confident boi Jisung, BDE Jisung agenda.

wc: 2.38k

a/n: so I have been working on this since March, and I am so sorry it has taken so long. if I'm being honest, Jisung wasn't even supposed have his own part, but his large hands have me in quite the grip. to my Sungie enthusiasts, @neoculturecollectives & @brownsugarbaybee, and everyone else waiting for this, thank you saur much for your patience😭🫶🏾 also, this isn't proofread🌚

“Here you go, Sungie” you place the bowl of piping hot stew in front of the young boy “be careful, it’s hot.” he nods wordlessly and rushes to take a bite of one of your favorite foods “ou- fuck that’s hot” he glances in your direction, fanning his tongue, to see you giving him a look of disproval with your hands on your hips. “Jesus- I just told you to be careful!!” you claim in exasperation “what, do you need me to blow on it and feed it to you?” 

He immediately pauses and looks at you with an interested expression. you scoff a laugh, turning away from him “I don’t even know why I asked.” you hear the dragging of the stool against the hardwood floor as he stands up “pleeeeease” you shake your head and continue your task of washing the dishes “Jisung, no.”

You think he’s given up until you feel a chin fall onto your shoulder “please noona?” you tense at the pet name and tilt your head to see him giving you the most adorable side-eyed puppy dog pout, “...fine.” you say gruffly before drying your hands and taking over his previous seat, instructing him to stand in front of you. There’s a brief period of silence as you blow on the soup letting out a monotonous, “ahh,” to which he complies and repeats as you feed him.

“What are you staring at?” you question as you feed him the last bites and place the spoon into the empty bowl. “nothing, noona, you’re just..so much smaller than me” the phrase bringing heat to your cheeks as you’re instantly thrown into a memory of your last interaction-

“Well this is a surprise” a pink cheeked Jisung turns around leaning his back against the locked door, “did you..need something?” You look at him with a raised brow as he stalks toward you, continuing to eye you. “You know, the least you could do is spea-” you’re hushed when he places a hand on the left side of your neck. you can tell he’s unsure of himself through the hesitance of his touch, so you decide to remain silent and allow him his exploration of your body. 

His free hand runs featherlight touch from your shoulder, down your arm to your hand- pausing to inspect it in its entirety, mainly relishing in the petiteness of it in his own, before resuming his trail and resting his hand on your waist. you shift your weight and let out a sharp breath as his right hand flexes against your throat in an attempt to compose himself as he seems to be getting overwhelmed by the feeling of you, “you’re so much..smaller than me noona” his grip drops a bit and tightens on your hip “well..”

You’re brought back to the present as you feel Jisung’s hands on your thighs, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on them. “Well I’m finished here so-” “do you want to-'' you both pause, looking at the other to continue speaking before chuckling softly, “you go first.” Like the gentleman he is, he allows you to speak your statement of finishing your task, “I said I’m finished here, so, I’ll go to my room.” You can feel his hands falter against your bare skin, “o-oh..”

There’s an offness to his response, clearly signifying that he has more on his mind, “what is it you were going to say?” your question is gentle as he looks at you with a sheepish, sour smirk, “it’s nothing noona. You can go to your room, I’ll finish up the dishes.” He doesn’t even leave you room to respond as he’s already grabbed his dirty dish and returned to the sink. What's with him?

You're 99.9% sure he's doing this on purpose.

But on the .01% chance that he isn't, you manage to barely maintain your composure.

For some reason it’s like the other guys don’t even live here anymore. They’re always gone doing who knows what, yet you always see Jisung. His presence has been even more..well, present, as of late. You don’t know if it’s your ovulation hormones, but everything about him stands out to you.

When he walks into the house straight after a workout drinking water, dressed in insanely compressed shirts tucked into loose basketball shorts. When he walks into the kitchen fresh out of the shower with a towel around his shoulders to dry his hair- you can just tell his abs are being flexed beneath the oversized white t-shirts he wears.

The way he licks his lips in attempt to make his whistles come out smoother, when in reality, it’s just making you feral. You catch yourself watching him from the couch and have to snap yourself out of it as he joins you, “What are we watching?” You shriek and scoot away from him when water from his wet hair flings in your direction. “Jisung, you have to completely dry your hair.”

You watch as he half rubs the towel through his hair and shake your head sighing, “bab- that’s not how it’s done Sungie.” Soon you’re tugging the towel from his hands and straddling his lap. Though you act like you aren’t paying attention, you notice his expression is confident, unfazed. Just studying you. Almost as if he knew you were having certain thoughts about him.

“Was this just an excuse to get close to me, Noona?” You jump, accidentally grinding against him, as his large hands come to your waist. Your eyes finally meet one another’s, his smirk so naturally sexy your breath hitches. When did he get this confident? His eyes slowly trace over your face, noticeably taking in how close your lips are to his own. 

When your hands freeze in his hair, his eyes drift back to yours, “something wrong?” You shake your head, “You’re just so..big.” Whether you’re talking about his hands against you, his growing bulge, or just him in general- he doesn’t know, but you see something in his eyes flicker alight. 

“You know Noona, I think you were right..” you tilt your head as indication for him to continue. “I think I do have a size kink..” you don’t say anything, just stare at him. “Because..every time you’re in my presence…looking up at me….I just want to completely demolish you.” Your eyes gloss over and you let out the faintest whimper, causing him to let out a condescending laugh.

“Ohh, Noona. You’re so easy. If I had known how sensitive a kitten you were I’d have taken care of you sooner.” Then he leans close to your face, as if about to kiss you, before pulling back- chuckling as you chase after him, cross eyed gaze solely on his lips. “And a desperate one too.”

He looks ready to tease you some more but refrains as he hears the voices of a few of the members entering the house. 

“Unless you’re going to take this further in front of the boys, I suggest you get off of me gorgeous.” 

That night ends with heated stares at Jisung and the boys teasing you about how flustered you look. 

Or so you thought.

As you pad into the kitchen you notice how quiet the house is. It isn’t unusual for some of the guys to go to bed a little early, but for it to be pitch black at only 11pm- they must have a really early schedule. 

When you close the fridge, sipping on your cold tea, you’re startled by a husky whisper. “What are you doing up?” You turn to Jisung with a hand over your racing heart and softly respond, “I got thirsty.” But he wordlessly passes by you to grab a fresh bottle of water and replaces the tea in your hand.

“If you’re thirsty you should hydrate, not dry yourself out with a caffeinated..beverage.” he chuckles leaning against the counter next to you and drinks the tea that was once yours, “You’ve gotta stay nice and moist.” There’s a beat of silence before he bursts into quiet laughter, ‘I couldn’t even take myself seriously with that one.”

Your giggles are cut short as he pivots to face you, swiftly lifting you onto the counter. “Can you tell I’ve been in the gym Noona?” Based on the look you gave him, he even found himself cringing at his line, “Okay, yeah, i-ignore that-”

He takes a deep breath and starts over, “What I’m trying to say is, do you see how easy it is for me to toss you? I could just ragdoll you as I please, couldn’t I?”

It isn’t until now that you’re getting fed up with the tugging of his back and forth teasing. “Are you just going to talk or will you actually do something this time.”

Your question turned statement catches him off guard for a split second, but he shakes his head, quick on the cover up and scoffs gripping the counter; just close enough for you to feel the heat from his hands on your thighs.

“I’ve only been trying to be respectful of you Noona.” His hands ghost over the skin of your calves  “Because once I touch you,” before tracking their way up to firmly rest on your thighs, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours, “there’s no getting rid of me. Understand?” Your breath is shaky as it releases in a pant, but you nod nonetheless.

You allow the tips of his fingers to slip beneath the t-shirt you’re wearing- which, now that you think about it, may or may not be his. “So you not only steal my clothes..but when it’s worn, you choose to wear nothing underneath.”

He lets out a laugh that nearly sounds like a growl and digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass. “Does it make you feel closer to me? Were you just waiting for a moment like this? Me sweet talking your pussy to leak on this counter?”

The whimpering is uncontrollable at this point. How does he even think of these things?? You’re snapped out of your thoughts when his left hand latches onto your face, giving your cheeks a slightly tense grip as his thumb begins massaging between your folds. “Kitten? I asked you a question.”

The dominance is suddenly upped- almost in a similar manner to someone you’re very familiar with, but it is oh so natural and perfect on him. 

“I-I don’t know.” It’s obvious that you just spat out an answer, already wrapped up in pleasure, so he takes his actions even further, “You are way too distracted and dumb- and so soon already.” He nips at your bottom lip before releasing your face and pulling you to the edge of the counter, “Try and keep your noise down. Think you can do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip. Now, this man could have been asking you to assist him in a bank heist, but the sight of Jisung’s face between your legs, in the kitchen- he could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.

Immediately your head is thrown back before slowly tilting back down to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly as he flat tongues the first lick to your clit. 

Never did you think you would see, let alone be the cause of, Jisung in such an erotic position. With his hands up your shirt, pinching your nipples, your fingers reach out to brush his bangs away from his eyes, but that sets him off and he’s fully diving into you. Feasting.

Though your breathing alone is noticeably audible, he doesn’t reprimand you over it. He only inserts his index and middle finger in you, pumping in a perfected ‘come hither’ motion as he begins sucking on your clit.

Just as someone opens their bedroom door, seemingly heading to the restroom, you let out a less than soft moan, “Jisung.” The person’s steps falter, but that only makes Jisung increase the speed of his fingers as his free hand latches onto your mouth and nose, blocking your airflow.

Despite the lewd noises his tongue and your juices make, the person continues their journey to the bathroom.

“Dumb fucked out kitten can’t even keep its mouth shut, so I’ll shut it for you.” Your tongue tries to loll out as your head tilts back, but with his hand covering your mouth, it only runs across the sensitive flesh of his palm.

The texture of your tongue causing him to falter and let out a small groan, “Can’t wait to get your tongue on me?”

The visual to his words with the lack of oxygen have you clenching around his fingers, which in turn prompts him to moan against you, “mm ‘bet you just imagined being on your knees for me, didn’t you?”

You feel your body both tensing and going slack as he eggs you closer to your climax. “You’re enjoying the feeling of my fingers so much. Just how much further will my cock make you fall apart?”

And those words. The hidden promise in them. That is what brought you to your end. Toes curled, back arched, and legs both spreading and drawing back in a way that causes his fingers to caress your insides differently at the last second.

You end up biting down on his hand as a means to keep from screaming as juices spurt out of you, but he just takes it; focused solely on the rapid lapping of his tongue and the contradicting strokes of his long digits.

Your vision fades even darker in the already pitched kitchen, but Jisung’s soft voice and large hands coddling your face pull you back to reality. “Noona..Noona? You here with me?” You blink up at him, nodding as a stupid dopey grin slowly makes its way onto your face, “mhm.”

He sighs a chuckle and shakes his head, “alright Dopey, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Making sure your legs are stable as he helps you off of the counter, he guides you back to your room to care for you properly- the mess you made on the floor slipping both of your minds.

Little do you know what tomorrow has waiting for you

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[calibabii21]

|| anytime, anywhere || j.jh

pairing: secret bf!Jaehyun x secret gf!reader ft pining Yuta

genre: smut. that's it, I think lol.

warning(s): public sex, voyeur Yuta, choking, dirty talk(?), creampie.

wc: 513. not too long :))

a/n: since it is officially Christmastime, I suppose I'll throw you guys a lil bone. *MDNI*

You finally spot your secret beau at SM's annual Christmas party and he looks good. So good that you end up pulling him off to a not so private corner, backing yourself onto a wall. While he’s standing in front of you, placing one hand on the wall near your head, you've already busied your hands unbuckling his belt and untucking his shirt.

He chuckles and shakes his head at you, licking his lips as he says “you want to do this right here?” To which you look him in the eyes with a nod and run your tongue over your bottom lip, seemingly in slow motion.

Your hand that snuck its way glide into his pants quickly tell you that he’s gone commando for the night. Naturally, his boldness arouses you even further so you impatiently begin stroking him- your free hand drifting beneath his turtleneck, feeling his torso and bringing him closer to you.

You plant teasing kisses on his neck and feel his shallow breaths, a soft, husky whisper meeting your ear, “I want you to take me right now.” Which has you pulling back to make eye contact as your grip tightens, now stroking him in a slow circular motion.

“Yeah? You want to go the rest of the night talking to these men- your friends who want me? Thighs slick beneath my dress? Them having no clue your cum is filling me up? ” The tortured mix of a groan and whimper he releases as he tightly gropes your ass tightly is beautiful.

His fangs on your bottom lip with a sexy grin on his face. He, now being the one to teasingly pepper your lips with featherlight kisses, nods. His eyes look at you with fresh delight when he notices you, too, decided to forego panties.

No longer patient, he guides himself into you. His hips deliver quick yet meticulously deep strokes, fingers immediately beginning to simultaneously massage your sensitive bud. “You gonna take my cum?” You can only whine softly and nod looking into his eyes “yes Jae”

You pant as he brings a grip to your throat. “Don't cum yet.” His slowed pace making his deep strokes more prominent. Your eyes wander as you press your lips together in an attempt to quiet your noises.

You're internally startled when your eyes connect with Yuta's, the blatant yearning reflected in them have you unintentionally squeezing around the man inside of you.

His tightened hold on your throat paired with the fast strokes of his hand on your pearl, you find yourself approaching a climax sooner than anticipated- which of course, does not go unnoticed by Jaehyun.

He runs his tongue across your lips and says a singular: “Now.” Then is when your orgasm is triggered by the feeling warm ropes of his seed emptying inside of you.

Coming down from our high you fix each other's clothes looking around and giggling. During your scoping of the room, you are, again, met with Yuta whose eyes are still locked on the pair of you with inflamed desire.