mangsluts

[mangsluts]

Haha what if I finally posted something again....

just kidding...

Unless...?

[mangsluts]

Can you do a mafia scenario with monsta x’s jooheon where’s he’s really pissed and wants to relieve his stress by having sex and he somehow convinces you to help him out (and you have a daddy kink & a thigh kink) I love you’re writing 🌹😍🌸 seriously it’s amazing thank you for doing it

GUESS WHO FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING!

Can I just say I loved your prompt so much, and it was just posted under the title “A little help”

I really hope you like it!

Jooheon is my bias as well so i definitely enjoyed writing this

And thank you so much! It’s so crazy to hear people enjoying something that’s always been a dumb hobby of mine I never thought I’d share

~mangbebe

[mangsluts]

A little help

A little help?

A Jooheon Monsta X Fic

Rated: M

Mafia!AU

Contains: Graphic sex, thigh kink, daddy kink, oral, cursing

Description: Having the mafia watch your back at all times doesn’t come with a cheap price. You’re forever in debt to them, and when one of the best assassins, Lee Jooheon wants a little help relieving his stress from a hard day on the job, what could you do?

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As cheesy as it sounds, you didn’t choose the mafia life, the mafia life chose you. Living in a bad part of town by yourself is never a good idea, but what’s a girl living on her own supposed to do?

Working two jobs to make ends meet had you dead tired all the time, and the walk from your night job at a late night sushi restaurant could nearly kill you alone.

One specific night you had closed work a little later than usual since a few customers just wouldn’t leave.

It was about 3 am as you locked up the shop and began the ten minute trudge back to your apartment.

The soft pat of your work sneakers against the wet pavement below you was the only sound on this particularly still night, until-

“GET BACK HERE MOTHERFUCKER!”

A door in the small alleyway burst open, and the loud sound of firing guns matched with the light from the barrage of bullets suddenly filled the just previously empty air. Five men in matching pinstripe suits sprinted out of the hole in the wall building, one of them with a suitcase in hand which he seemed to be protecting with his life. They were all laughing and hollering while dodging bullets, turning back every once in a while to shoot back at their assailients. After running down the length of the alley to the end where you were standing frozen in place, they finally noticed you.

“Shit.” One of them mumbled, but was cut off by the sound of tires screeching behind you. A large black van had just peeled into the alley behind you, with the back door swung open and ready for their escape. There were two guys in the van; one in the front with a mask on, driving the van, and one in the back waiting for everyone else to get in so he could slam the door shut. He saw you standing there slack jawed and pulled down the bandana that was covering his face.

“Guys what the fuck is this?” The lean blond complained, motioning to you.

“Not our problem, that’s what it is.” A taller man with pinkish hair replied back as he climbed into the van, seeing as the people they had just stolen from were running their direction.

Everyone piled into the van as the other men closed the distance between each other, and here you were still standing there frozen, apartment key in hand.

A big ugly man who stank of cigars and had a gold tooth right on one of his front teeth saw you and smirked mischievously.

“What do we have here? You take something of ours, we take something of yours!” He yelled out in a raspy voice and reached out for you, your body finally reacting to what was happening, and you shrieked, trying to avoid his grip.

“She’s not ours we just- Oh for fucks sake!” One of the young men in the van, with copper blonde hair styled upwards and small crescent eyes groaned and reached out of the van, grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hoisted you into the van with them, which was immediately slammed shut by the blonde and the tires screeched as the van sped out of the alleyway and through a shortcut at ungodly speeds until the driver determined it was safe to slow down.

You sat there for a while in the van, nobody saying, but the air was thick with uneasiness.

“You’re an accessory now, you hear that?” The man who had saved you said between gritted teeth.

“You’re just… A girl. And now it’s unsafe for you to be around here. You need to leave.” He explained

“I have nowhere to go. Or any money.” You stated back, your voice wavering.

His small eyes looked you up and down, then closed. He looked back at everyone else, who looked equally torn.

“Okay. Listen to me. You’re with us now. Whether you like it or not. We’ll protect you, and you can stay with us. But you can never tell anyone about us, or that you know us at all. And we’ll find stuff for you to do in return for us protecting you. Capiche?” He took the jacket of his suit off, and you saw his muscular build under his white button up.

Sure, being involved in the mafia was bad. But your living situation at the moment wasn’t exactly anything you wanted to go back to. And what choice did you have?

With all their eyes staring at you, you took a deep breath and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll do whatever you want. Just uh, don’t let me die.” You tried to be lighthearted, but no one was laughing.

“Deal.” Your savior turned around,

“Wait!”

He looked back at you, those hooded eyes burning holes into your soul.

“I, uh, never got your name.”

He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if he should give it to you.

“Jooheon.”

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{PRESENT DAY}

It’s been a year since you met the mafia who liked to call themselves, “Monsta X” and honestly, things were going well. You didn’t have to work, or do anything scary or dangerous-that’s what the boys were for. In return for homing and protection, you did all the mundane tasks that they didn’t want to do, which you didn’t mind. You were kind of like their personal maid who occasionally polished and loaded their guns for them, or helped them find out which poison was the least detectable.

You know, regular maid activities.

You did everything for these seven men, and you were fine with it.

But Jooheon.

Jooheon got special treatment from you.

Ever since that day he rescued you from getting killed by those other mob members, you always had sort of a… ‘thing’ for him.

And maybe he had a thing for you too, but no one would dare admit it.

It started out with you sometimes giving a shoulder massage after a long mission, cooking him his favorite food, offering your bedroom to him so he wouldn’t have to sleep with one of the other guys.

But then it became more.

A massage became a hug, a hug became a kiss, a kiss became a blowjob.

You know how it goes.

But it was strictly “helping him out” after a mission. He would just be so stressed out and high strung after going out, you figured it was only right to help him let off some steam when he came home.

And of course you liked it. He was hot as fuck.

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You were sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room when the front door swung open. Since no one was home, and they weren’t supposed to be back for at least a day, you instinctively grabbed the handgun the boys gave you and raised it, standing up into a defensive position.

“Easy there, it’s just me.” That familiar voice calmed your nerves immediately, and you set the gun back on the side table, sighing with relief.

“Jeeze, you couldn’t have given me a warning? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow?” You then noticed the patched up wound on his shoulder and went directly into worried mom mode

“Holy shit, what happened!” You ran over to him, closed to door behind him and led him to sit down on the couch. He furiously tried swatting your hands away, but you were persistent.

“Stop, it’s nothing. Small bullet wound. Nothing serious, but the boys figured I should sit the rest of this one out.” His words were reassuring, but you could tell in his voice that he was really pissed off to be sitting a mission out. He never didn’t contribute, and seeing him fuming like this was a little nerve wracking.

“I need to let off some steam or something. I’m going to the gym.” He stated coldly and tried getting up, but you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Like hell you are. You have a fucking bullet wound on your shoulder. Weight lifting doesn’t solve all your problems you know.” You said sarcastically and watched as he over dramatically rolled his eyes, his whole neck following, before his gaze met you again. His pink lips slowly pulled into a smirk, revealing one of his deep cheek dimples that you so adored.

“What?” You asked, arms crossed. At this point you were standing, blocking him from leaving the couch. He was sitting on the black leather couch, legs spread wide in the classic fuckboy stance, arms laid across the back of the couch, basically asking you to just take him.

You gazed down at his legs, which were tightly fit into a pair of black jeans that seemed a little bit too small for him. The seams around his thighs were practically bursting due to his thick thighs occupying them. Okay, maybe you had a thing for his thighs, but who wouldn’t ? They were so perfectly muscular and just begging you to sit on them.

Breaking you from your thoughts of his thighs, he suddenly sat upright and grabbed the collar of your shirt, tugging you down to his level.

“Well, I’m gonna have to get rid of this anger somehow don’t you think.” He lifted one perfectly angular eyebrow.

“Think you can help me with that?” His usually high voice was straining at a low gutteral pitch, which had you absolutely fucking soaked already.

“Yes, daddy.” You replied, and could see his member fighting against his pants.

“Fuck, It’s so hot when you call me that.” He bit his bottom lip and stood up, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off his legs-which took some effort considering how tightly his thighs were stuffed in there. Seeing them finally revealed had your mouth watering, and when he slid his boxers off to show off his completely hardened member already leaking with precum, you found yourself already on your knees for him without even knowing.

“You wanted this didn’t you? You were hoping I would come home and fuck you?”

His dirty talk was causing your pussy to throb in anticipation, but you knew you had to please him a little before it was your turn, so you squeezed your thighs together and looked up at him erotically, wrapping your fingers around his shaft slowly, one finger after the other.

Without breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around the wet tip of his dick, and sucked it lightly.

You two hadn’t done this for a while, so just this act was already driving him crazy.

Teasingly, you swished your tongue all around his head, looking right into his eyes.

“Fuck, (y/n) just take it.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and shoving your head forwards, onto his long cock. You nearly choked at the suddenness, but quickly accustomed yourself to his length, bobbing along his shaft at a steady pace.

Your lips slid back and forth on his member, the tip slamming into the back of your throat as he thrusted lightly every time you took it deep into your mouth.

“I want your pussy, baby. Take them off.” He had grabbed you by a fistful of your hair and pulled you off his dick. At the request, you eagerly obliged, stripping yourself of the useless clothes.

While you were getting ready, Jooheon had slipped a condom on, and was readily awaiting you.

You looked at him, his lovely face, little eyes, heart shaped mouth, his broad shoulders. God, he was perfect.

Unable to control yourself, you threw yourself onto him, careful to avoid his right shoulder and kissed him roughly, your tongue not asking permission to enter his mouth, but demanding it. You could feel his mouth smirking against yours.

He grabbed you by the waist and tossed you gently onto the couch, where he immediately joined you, eagerly hovering above you.

He grabbed both of your legs and bent them so that your knees were by your stomach, spreading you open for him.

He took one look at your wet pussy and licked his lips, then looked back at you, leaning closer and closer. You could feel the presence of his member so close to your entrance, and you ached for it.

“Tell me how you want it.” He whispered into your ear,

You leaned up to meet his ear and whispered back

“I want you to fuck me rough, daddy.”

This got him fired up, and he very quickly lined himself up with your entrance, and eased his way in slowly. Your tight walls stretched at his big size as they always did, and contracted around his member, earning an early moan from him.

“You’re always so tight.” He said with that god damn dimpled smirk, making you wetter, and allowing easier access for him to slide into you.

Almost instantly, his pace quickened, and he began pounding you roughly, just as he had promised.

From this position, he held both of your legs down at your side, whilst sitting on his knees. He lifted you up onto his lap a little bit to hit you at an angle, because he knew that’s how you liked it.

His hips thrusted in circular motions, making sure he got every inch of himself buried deeply into you, and never missing a beat. His thrusts were like a metronome that got stuck on a setting that was way too fast, and it was absolutely destroying you.

He was hitting you so good that you could barely keep your eyes open, just helplessly moaning out his name while Jooheon gripped his fingers tightly around your thighs and pounded into you, his full length coming out and repeatedly slamming back into your dripping entrance, hitting that spot just right.

“Jooheon, I think I’m gonna-” You mewled out, but he shut you up by shoving three fingers into your open mouth. You were surprised, but complied happily and sucked longingly on his fingers, leaving a thin trail of spit as he pulled the digits out of your mouth and brought them down to your engorged pussy.

As if the pounding wasn’t enough, he took his three wet fingers and rubbed your clit in harsh circles, making sure he was pressing down hard on the bud, sending those nerves all the way from your clit to your spine, and down to your toes. You could feel him in every part of your body, and soon, the sensation took over you, and the tingling started in your stomach.

“Jooheon I really am-”

Hearing that you were gonna cum, Jooheon pulled your legs up, set them on his shoulders-ignoring the pain in his right one from the bullet wound- and leaned into you, pounding you as deep as he could.

You moaned out loudly, feeling your climax take over your whole body. Your slick walls tightened and quivered around his dick, and your nails scratched fiercely down Jooheon’s muscular back.

Hearing you finish, and feeling the lovely sensation of you tightening around him, Jooheon allowed himself to climax as well, sweat dripping off his forehead.

After finishing, he rolled off of you, your sweaty bodies slightly stuck together from the perspiration, and panted heavily.

He looked at you, and showed off that dimpled smile.

“Well, my shoulder hurts like shit, but I feel a lot better.”

You laughed

“I’m always here to lend a little help.”

[mangsluts]

Important announcement!

Hey guys!!

Wow I can’t believe I still have people following me... so sorry for the inactivity.

College started, and working two jobs along with studying makes it really hard for me to well... really anything.

On top of that a lot of other stuff changed in my life and I didn’t have any motivation or desire to write, and I’m sorry for that.

To all my lovely followers I have a great announcement

IM WRITING SOMETHING NOW!

That’s right, I’ve opened my inbox and started working on the requests again.

Expect a new post very soon! And I’m feeling inspired so hopefully I’ll find more time to post these days.

Thank you all again,

-mangbebe

[mangsluts]

Could you do a smut in which Nct Mark fucks You discreetly during movie night with members around and you notice only Jungwoo touching himself at the sight so Mark gets upset-> rough sex ( sorry that was long!) I love ur writing and account btw i even have notifications turned on haha

Hi anon!!

This request was just posted under, “Movie night”

Not gonna lie i had a lot of fun with this prompt and may have gotten carried away (i say this a lot don’t I?)

Well i hope you like it!

And omg I cant believe you have my notifs on thank you so much TTTTTTT

[mangsluts]

Movie Night

Movie Night

A Mark Lee Fic

Best friends!AU

Mark x Jungwoo x Reader

Contains: Graphic sex, oral sex, rough sex, masturbation, boy on boy action, threeway

Description: Movie night was an essential for you and your friend group. This was your first movie night with your best friend turned boyfriend Mark, who decides he wants to do something more fun instead of watch the movie...

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“Kettle corn or regular?” You called from the kitchen out to all your friends as you held the two unopened popcorn bags in each hand.

“Kettle corn obviously. I’ve got a sweet tooth tonight… Actually, all the time.” Your boyfriend Mark exclaimed from behind you as he wrapped his arms around you, nestling his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah yeah I know what you want, but what about everyone else?” At the end of your sentenced you raised your voice so that all the boys in the living room could hear you.

“Kettle is fine!!” You heard somebody finally reply to you out of the crowd and settled on putting a few bags of kettle corn in the microwave for everyone. There were eight other boys in the living room, all fucking around and fighting over what movie you were all going to watch tonight.

Now it does sound weird, one girl being friends and hanging out with nine guys, but it really was innocent.

Well, at least it started out innocent. You originally became friends with Mark one day when you were staring at him from across the seats on the subway, so invested in his face that you didn’t notice it was about to stop, and quite literally fell for him. Right onto him. Luckily he had a great sense of humor and thought it was hilarious, and you two quickly became best friends. Mark had a pretty large closely knit friend group that he was always with, and you felt honored the first time you got to hang out with all of them together.

But the whole “friends” thing didn’t last, because it was obvious that you and Mark had strong feelings for each other, so you became a couple, and basically made everyone else in the group 8 wheelers to you.

Six months after meeting each other, movie night became a weekly thing for you and the boys, hosted at Mark’s apartment because it had the biggest TV for movie watching.

Since you two had just made it official to everybody that you were really dating now, this was your first movie night as a couple among your friends.

“Have you guys decided what we’re watching yet?” You called out to the living room as the sweet smell of kettle corn filled your nose, and the satisfying popping sound infiltrated the kitchen.

“We’re still deciding… If Doyoung would stop hogging the remote. Dude give it back, no one wants to watch a romcom.. Let’s watch a scary movie!” You could hear Lucas’ booming voice---he was a little loud at times--- followed by the sound of the remote getting ripped out of someone’s hands and ultimately falling to the ground, which led to a free for all of who could retrieve it first.

You shook your head laughing at the foolishness.

“Boys are animals…” You turned back and saw Mark’s face nuzzled on your shoulder, and kissed his nose.

“Except for you.” You crooned to him, which was followed by a gagging sound. You both whipped your heads back to see Ten standing in the doorway, soda in hand, and a look of disgust on his face.

“Save it for after movie night, won’t you?” He said jokingly as he retrieved some soda from the fridge for everyone else, then slipped back into the living room. As soon as he left, Marks face changed from his regular cute and innocent smile to something rather… mischevious.

“What? What’s that look for?” You asked, confused by the sudden demeanor change.

“Nothing nothing! I just… Had an idea.” His cute little lips were stuck in a smirk, and you knew he was up to something.

“What kind of idea..?” You pressed.

“What if we didn’t wait until after movie night?” Mark’s hand played with the hem of your shirt, his long fingers barely grazing the skin of your stomach.

“What if we did something.. During?” He kissed the nape of your neck, your body immediately tensing up at the idea of doing something so dirty while all of your friends are in the room. Then your body suddenly relaxed and became a little… excited. The danger of having fun like that with the knowledge that you could get caught by all of your friends.. Something about it was invigorating, and you could feel yourself getting a little wet at the idea. Although you had just recently made your relationship official, you and Mark had been friends with benefits for a while, but had never done anything this risky before. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What are you gonna do to me hm?” You raised an eyebrow, seeing his cheeks light up a bright shade of pink.

“I’m gonna fu-”

Ding!

“Oh sweet, popcorns ready!” Your plans were interrupted by the sound of sixteen feet scrambling into the kitchen with you, causing you and mark to split apart.

“Jeeze, there’s enough popcorn for everyone, why do you all have to come get it? Is everything a competition?” You snarked, pushing past the sea of boys to get to the microwave and empty the contents into a large bowl for everyone, swatting away the hands that kept trying to steal pieces.

“Of course it is.” Taeyong said, managing to successfully snag a piece of popcorn and toss it into his mouth.

“We picked a movie by the way. We’re watching ‘It’. Hope you like scary movies!” He said with a wink. Damn, everything he did was flirtatious. You rolled your eyes at him and carried the huge bowl into the living room while all the boys followed at your heels like puppies.

In Mark’s living room he had two couches formed in an L shape, with an ottoman in the middle, and a couple beanbags strewn about the room so there was plenty of room for everyone to watch the movie.

Jaehyun, Doyoung and Taeil sat on one couch, Winwin and Lucas were laying on the ottoman, and Jungwoo, Taeyong and Ten each had beanbags to sit on the floor. Since you two were dating now, no one really wanted to impede and sit on the couch with you, so you and Mark got the smaller couch to yourselves; which worked out perfectly for you two.

“I’ve got a twenty dollar bet that says Jungwoo is the first the scream.” Jaehyun said slyly as the lights were turned off and the movie began playing.

“Make it forty! He’ll definitely scream.” Taeyong joined in, and everyone laughed while the beginning scene played on the screen.

“I’m not gonna scream! Clowns aren’t even scary..” Jungwoo retaliated, his high voice cracking slightly with frustration. No matter what he did, he managed to do it cutely. His lips pushed into a pout, but you could see the fear building in his eyes already.

About 20 minutes into the movie Mark grabbed a blanket off of the arm rest of the couch and draped it over you two, hiding your lower bodies from view in the dark room. On the screen, the little boy Georgie was currently getting his arm ripped off by the killer clown, so everyone in the room was very immersed in the movie. With slow movements, Mark’s hand traced down from your stomach down to the waistband of your nike shorts. Without taking his eyes off of the movie, he slid your shorts down to your knees, your already wet panties coming down quickly after. He shuffled a little bit, positioning you in front of him, slightly on your side so it looked like you were just kind of spooning together whilst sitting up. You could feel Mark’s member hardening behind you, and you bit your lip excitedly. Your eyes darted around the room, seeing that no one was paying any attention to you. His now hard member pressed against your folds, and you closed your eyes, backing yourself up onto his dick. Mark grabbed your hips, fingernails digging into your skin as you slid yourself onto him, feeling your walls stretch around him until your ass pressed against his crotch, signifying that you were hilt deep.

A tiny whimper pushed against your lips, threatening to come out. Mark could feel you tensing up and ever so gently pushed a finger against your lips to tell you to shush, as he pulled out of you and thrusted cautiously back into you. Although there was no foreplay, you were wet enough just at the thought of fucking your boyfriend in a room full of people, and god was it good. The danger factor, and the act of trying to hide everything just made it more fun and exciting. Once you got through the act of starting sex, it became easier to stealthily do it. Mark pounded you with fast shallow strokes, keeping his dick deeply buried in you. Due to the pleasure, Mark leaned his chin on your shoulder, his breathe getting raspier as he tried to keep his cool, eyes still focused on the movie. Feeling bold, you reached your hand behind you and slid it up under his shirt, playing with his already hard nipple. You knew it was his weakness. He instinctively bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. You could see the struggle on his face, especially in his tensed jaw, and to get you back he pounded into you a little harder. Both of you were now struggling to keep quiet, but luckily no one seemed to notice.

Except….

Jungwoo.

He was looking at you two, his hands under the blanket on him… making a suspicious motion. His usually cute and loving eyes were hooded now with lust, his irises almost lolling to the back of his head, his plump pink lips parted slightly in the ecstasy of touching himself.

It was…. So sexy.

Oh god no

Your boyfriend was having sex with you, but you were getting more turned on by seeing the look on your friends face as he watched. How terrible was that?

“Mark…. Mark stop.” You whispered just loud enough for him to hear

“What? Why?” He whispered back, his actions coming to a stop

“Jungwoo saw us. Definitely… I think he was touching himself.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for enjoying it.

“What?” Mark hissed, pulling himself out of you, and pulling his shorts up before promptly standing up and storming over to Jungwoo. Jungwoo looked up at him and cowered into the beanbag, practically bracing himself for a strike.

“Can we talk in the bedroom for a moment?” He whispered into Jungwoo’s ear, his voice icy cold. You cautiously pulled your pants up as well and followed them into the bedroom, nervous for what was about to happen. Everyone looked a little confused by the sudden commotion, but honestly nobody really cared because a child was being chased by the killer clown on the tv, and no one could look away.

Mark had slammed the door behind him after he and Jungwoo made it in the room, but you swung it back open and closed it softly behind you again. Mark was sizing up to Jungwoo, his fists clenched at his sides.

“What the hell was that Jungwoo?” He half yelled, not wanting to disturb the others in the living room. Jungwoo backed away from Mark until he hit the wall, Mark following right after him until they were only a few inches apart. Jungwoo was unable to make eye contact with Mark.

“I-I’m sorry you’re just… Both really attractive people.. And seeing you two.. You know.. It was just really hot.” He squeezed his eyes shut nervously, but Mark wasn’t coming at him anymore. He was just standing there, barely an inch away, feeling the heat of each other.

Watching this was so unexplainably erotic you could feel yourself getting turned on again, and you could definitely feel the tension building up between Mark and Jungwoo. Mark turned his head to look at you, his blond hair laying over his brown eyes. Somehow both understanding what was going on, you nodded to him, and he turned back to Jungwoo, slowly pressing his lips to the olders. Jungwoo tensed up with surprise, but eased into the kiss, relaxing and deepening the kiss.

“Is this what you wanted? To be with us?” Mark grabbed a fistfull of Jungwoo’s silver hair and tugged at it, and he moaned into his mouth.

“I asked you a question.” Mark demanded, grabbing Jungwoo by his chin with one hand. Whining, he nodded and Mark pushed him back to the wall.

“Clothes off.” Mark commanded as he began to strip his clothes off, yours following as well.

Jungwoo stood there, eyes wide open in shock.

“Don’t just stand there, you take them off too.” You said to him as he blushed harshly and slowly slipped his t shirt off, then his pants.

“Let’s make this quick so it’s not suspicious, alright?” Mark said grabbing you by your hips again, and pushed you to the ground onto all fours. You had never seen him be so dominant, but god it was hot, and you were loving it.

Mark set himself up on his knees behind you looking at you and all your beauty.

“Jungwoo come here.” Mark said, beckoning him over. Jungwoo crawled onto the bed with you, looking nervous but excited at the same time. As he crawled in front of you, you were extremely surprised to see his package. You never thought Jungwoo would be so hung. With Mark behind you, and Jungwoo getting ready in front of you, you knew this was going the be the best movie night ever.

“Don’t get too carried away Jungwoo… She’s still my girlfriend.” Mark joked as he lined up his dick with your entrance again, and slowly slid himself in whilst pulling your hair into  makeshift ponytail to prepare you for Jungwoo. Seeing the invitation, Jungwoo sat on his knees and presented his eager member to you, his eyes asking if it was okay. With Mark pounding you from behind, the only thing you were thinking about was pleasure, and his dick was looking perfect for that right now. You lifted one hand up and grabbed his shift, sliding your hand up and down his length before sliding your lips onto his tip. Jungwoo tossed his head back, moaning softly ass the motion from Mark thrusting into you forced your mouth to slide further and further onto his large dick.

“Do you like this, baby?” Mark asked you, his one hand holding onto you hip to guide you back onto his cock while he pounded mercilessly into you. H could feel your arms shaking at the strain, so he knew he had to finish this quickly. Mark took the hand on your hip and snaked it around to your front, going straight for your clit, rubbing it in harsh circles with his thumb.

Everything felt so good, Mark pounding into you, the feeling of nerves being sent throughout you from your clit, Jungwoo’s head grazing the back of your throat, practically gagging you as he thrusted in time with Marks motion.

Finally it all became too much, and your climax hit you very hard and suddenly. It surged throughout your whole body, starting at your core. Your walls tightened around Mark’s dick as you climaxed onto him. Thankfully for him he had been holding back his orgasm to wait for you, and feeling your silken walls contract against him was enough to send him over the edge he was holding back from as well. Because of the pleasure, you moaned, the humming sending vibrations all along Jungwoo’s cock, allowing him to finish as well, all into your mouth. Despite being a panting mess, you swallowed anyways, and collapsed onto the bed with them.

Mark--breathing heavily as well--put his shoulder around you and pulled you in to kiss your forehead gently as an apology for the beatdown you had just endured.

“Well,” You looked at your boyfriend and his friend, mascara running down your face

“What movie should we watch next week?”

[mangsluts]

Can you write me a good daddy Kyungsoo smut please ❤

Hi anon! I just posted this smut under the “Forgive me father, for I have sinned” title.I really hope you like it because I’m not religious so I actually did a LOT of research to make this smut happen haha.I hope it lives up to your expectations! ❤️Thanks for reading-mangbebe

[mangsluts]

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Forgive me.

Priest!AU

Rated: M

contains: daddy kink, graphic sex, religious concepts, cursing

Description: you’ve never had an impure thought in your life until you met your new pastor. Now you need to confess your sins, because you’ve been wrong.

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“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

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You were the daughter of the head pastor of your church, and you had lived your entire life in the church. Every Sunday you went for morning service, and every Wednesday for night service. Tuesday’s and Thursdays were bible study nights, so you were basically in church almost everyday, and you loved it. 

You were so devoted to your lord and savior Jesus Christ in every way. You knew every verse of the Bible like the back of your hand, you volunteered at church regularly, never missed a service, and prayed for forgiveness regularly. 

You had never committed a bad sin, no of course not. No drinking (Romans 14:21), no tattoos (Leviticus 19:28) no revealing clothing (Timothy 2:9) and absolutely no premarital sex (Hebrews 13:4). You had never even kissed a boy. You were basically the poster child for the church in that you were perfect in every way.

Until he showed up.

It was an early Sunday morning, and you were getting ready for church as usual, wearing a nice blue Sunday dress. When you walked out to greet your parents, you realized your father was wearing casual church clothes, and not his pastor uniform.

“Dad, what’s this?” You asked, confused as you and your parents walked out to the car.

“We just accepted a new pastor from a couple towns over. He’s very well known in his area for being an amazing pastor, and today is his first service at our church. We’re very honored to have him here so be excited.”  

“Oh... okay. Sounds nice.” 

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You arrived at church at 7:45 am sharp, and your parents went off to greet all of their church friends before service started. You were a little tired, so you decided to go grab a coffee from the free breakfast stand. Once you got there, most of the breakfast had been eaten already, save for a couple stale looking biscuits and a bagel. 

‘I’ll just have coffee..’ 

You walked to the coffee maker and put in your desired creamer, then pressed the start button. It wasn’t amazing coffee or anything, but hey it would get you through the day. 

‘Oh! My sugar!’ Before grabbing your brewed coffee from the machine, you realized you forgot your sugar, so you turned around to look for some and-

You walked straight into somebody. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention-“ You were standing right in front of this persons chest—which felt very nice... oh gosh, don’t think that—so you took a couple nervous steps back.

Once you were away from the person, you realized who it was.

He was a man, with a small frame, only a few inches taller than you, covered head to toe in black, with a while collar. 

You knew every pastor here, so this had to be the new pastor. 

His face was stern, but not mean looking. His eyebrows looked naturally arched to look judging, but his large doe eyes contrasted harshly. He had short black hair that looked like it was growing out from a buzz cut.

‘He’s... so hot.’

You shook your head, shocked at yourself for thinking such a thing. 

“It’s no worries. Im Do Kyungsoo, the new pastor here.” He held out his hand politely, which you took with a shaking hand. Despite his small frame, his hands were quite a bit bigger than yours, and felt very strong...

‘I’d like to see that hand gripping my thigh as I-‘ 

You laughed awkwardly.

“I’m (Y/N). The daughter of Pastor (L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, putting on the happy church voice and smile you’d been using your whole life, but it suddenly felt so fake.

“Oh is that so? I’ve heard a lot about you from him. Well the pleasure is all mine.” He smiled a little, his lips turned into a heart shaped smile. 

“Oh.. that’s great.” You were avoiding eye contact with him now, scared more intrusive thoughts would plague your mind. 

“Well I should get going, I have to find my dad. And you have a service to do. Good luck Kyungsoo.” 

“Father Kyungsoo, if you’d please.” He corrected you politely, and you felt stupid for talking to him so casually.

“Of course.. sorry.. Father Kyungsoo..” 

‘I wish I was calling him daddy instead..’

At this sinful thought, you ran away from him, completely ditching the coffee you had made for yourself and sought off to find your parents. 

By the time you found them in the pews—they were in the front row of course—the service was starting. 

One of the older Pastors that you were used to took the stand first, leading you all in your first prayer.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce our very special guest. Our new pastor, Father Kyungsoo will be leading our service today.”

You hadn’t really been paying attention today, considering your mind was all over the place, but hearing his name made a pit in your stomach. 

He was right there in front of you.

‘Oh no... no no no...’ 

“Good Morning everyone. I’m so glad to be here with you all on this blessed day. Thank you all for accepting me into your lovely church, it truly is an honor. Today we will be discussing a chapter in Corinthians which....” 

Whatever was coming out of the young pastors mouth was no longer important, because you were staring at what was inside it..

His tongue.

‘So pink and nice... wouldn’t it feel good inside me?’

You crossed your legs in your dress, feeling something weird between them... you had never felt anything like this before.

Kyungsoo lifted his hands to explain something, and you noticed he had a rosary laced between his long fingers. 

‘What if that was my hair between his fingers, as he pulls its while he fucks me?’

The tingling sensation between your thighs grew more, and you could feel your heartbeat intensifying.

The more he went on with his service, the more dirty thoughts you had, and the more you felt like an impure sinner.

“... Thank you, that will be all for today. Have a blessed rest of your day. In Jesus’ name we pray, amen.” He closed his beautiful eyes for a moment as everyone said amen with him and stepped down from the podium.

Finally. 

You needed to seek forgiveness for having these terrible sinful thoughts, so your next stop was to immediately go to confessionals. You had went to confessionals many times, but never for anything like this... But you absolutely needed to get this off of your chest, and you knew the pastor who always did confessionals would let you know that God would be proud of you for confessing to your sins, and that he still loves you. That’s what you really needed to hear in this moment. 

Seeing you in such a hurry, your father grabbed your shoulder.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

“To confessionals, Father.”

“For what?”

You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Why that’s between me and god, Father.” And with that, you ran off to the confessionals hall. There was nobody there today, so it was very quiet and dimly lit. Perfect for you, because you didn’t want anyone else to accidentally hear this. 

Cautiously, you entered the tiny room and locked it behind you. It was very cramped, and had only a chair in it. You sat down, and leaned against the wall that led to the other side of the room where the pastor sat.

The priest opened the tiny window that signified that he was ready, but it was always dark on both sides so you cant see each other. You kneeled before the window, did a Hail Mary and closed your eyes.

“Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It is one month since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sins.”

You took a deep breathe and felt your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“I have been thinking extremely impure thoughts about our new pastor, Father Kyungsoo. I have never felt anything like this before, or ever even thought of these kinds of sinful acts... I thought about him.. in a sexual way, Father. It was so vile of me.”

It seemed as if the pastor on the other side had gotten closer to the wall connecting you two.

“I thought about him.. having sex with me. Roughly. I thought about how he would sound... his hands on my breasts.. my legs on his shoulders while he has sex with me. Oh Father, I feel so terrible. I wish god would forgive me for these terrible thoughts..” You clasped your hands in prayer, waiting for your pastor to tell you it would all be okay.

There was a long silence.

“For your sins, I recommend you pray the sinner’s prayer, read over the chapter Hebrews, and...” 

The wall between you could actually unlock and open as door so the pastors could pass freely through the confessional rooms.

The door opened inwards, and you slowly opened your eyes to see why on earth they would be opening the door.

“Oh sh-“

You jaw dropped wide open as the figure before you became apparent. 

Pastor Kyungsoo was standing right in front of you, face as solemn as usual.

You immediately got up from your kneeling position, and straightened your dress, head bowed in shame.

“Father Kyungsoo! I-I’m... I’m so sorry. I had no idea it was you.. oh gosh this is so embarrassing.” You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes fixated on the hardwood floor.

“Matthew 11:28.” He said, voice flat.

“Matthew 11:28...?” You repeated, trying to remember what that verse meant. You had to think hard back into your hundreds of bible studies. It wasn’t a verse about forgiveness, in fact, it wasn’t even really a verse. It was just a phrase. It took a little digging but you finally remembered what it was.

“Come unto me?” You said aloud, finally looking at him. His eyes which were big and neutral earlier were now narrowed and hooded with lust. 

“Lord forgive me for this.” He muttered to himself, doing a Hail Mary before approaching you, the scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You could feel the tingly feeling coming back, and you rubbed your thighs together.

“Do you want this?” Kyungsoo asked, his hand hovering below the hem of your dress.

“Were you listening to me at all? Of course I want it.” And with that you wrapped your arms around his neck, engaging in this most sinful act you could have thought of. Your lips met his and he immediately molded to yours, his big lips soft and sweet tasting. Within moments his tongue you had wanted so badly swiped over your bottom lip, asking for entrance as his hands played with the zipper on the back of your dress. He was able to pull the zipper down, and your ‘good girl’ dress fell to the floor with all of your morals. You didn’t care about being a woman of god anymore, you just wanted this man to fuck you. Eagerly you pulled your panties off as well.

“God made you so perfect, didn’t he?” Kyungsoo whispered as he pulled away, kissing your neck. You tilted your head back as he kissed all the way down your neck to your breasts, sucking softly on the tender skin, causing your nipples to harden. 

“Father Kyungsoo-“ you started to say, but he took a finger and placed it on your mouth, shushing you.

“No no no... that’s for church.. Call me daddy instead.”

With those words, you found yourself a waterfall, your panties becoming soaked. You could feel yourself throbbing with anticipation for him to just take you already.  

“Okay daddy” You cooed to him, and you could see him tense up at being called that, his face twisted with arousal.

He grabbed the inside of his collar, pulling his white clerical collar out and tossing it aside, his black Cossack falling off quickly. 

“Doesn’t your outfit symbolize celibacy?” You asked through breathy moans, his face buried in your cleavage. As he played with your breasts, he reached into the wallet he kept in his waistcoat and pulled out a condom, rolling it onto his large member quickly. 

“I’m a man of god, not a prisoner.” He groaned as he grabbed you by the bottom of your thighs, his fingers sinking into the fat of your thighs as he hoisted you up onto the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you collided mouths with him again, swirling your tongue around in the priests mouth. 

“You’ve been so bad... beg for it..” Kyungsoo mumbled, aligning his member with your entrance, and sliding his length against your folds to tease you.

“Please daddy... I’ve been so bad.. I want you now.” You begged him, just wanted him to fill you up already.

“That’s my girl.” He said as he finally slid his length into you, only getting a little past the head because you were so tight. Obviously you were a virgin, so the sheer size of his dick was causing you to stretch out. Luckily, with his tongue working on your chest, you were wet enough to allow him to slide in.

“C’mon baby...” he mumbled, taking one hand to reach down to your core. He took two digits and sunk them down with his dick until he found your clit, engorged with arousal for him. He rubbed it in rough circles, trying to get you more wet for him. You moaned loudly, feeling yourself dripping around his member. With that, he pushed himself further into you, unable to get his full length in, but he was already feeling overwhelmed with the orgasmic feeling of your tight walls squeezing him. 

“Daddy it hurts..” you moaned, biting your bottom lip. 

“I’ll be gentle..” he said to you, pulling his dick out very slowly, and thrusting back in, while holding onto your thighs for leverage. With ease he began stretching you out so he could fit his whole member in, and started thrusting stronger and faster. Luckily for you, you had become so wet for him that the pain was subsiding, and you were starting to understand why people sinned. Sex felt amazing. 

With your approval, he began pounding you hard, his entire length coming in and out of you while he kissed up and down the length of your neck. You ran your hands through his short black hair, tugging harshly at the small locks, causing him to moan into the soft flesh of your neck. Feeling his hot breathe against your cold skin sent a shiver through you, adding to the pleasure being surged through your core with every thrust. 

“Daddy... I’m gonna..” your legs felt weak from tightly holding around his waist, and started shaking due to the pleasure in your body. You had never felt this before, it was the best feeling you had ever experienced, like a natural high passing throughout you, starting right at your core. 

“Oh god!” You exclaimed, using the Lord’s name in vain as you threw your head back against the confessional wall, hitting your first climax hard. Your already tight walls tightened even harder around Kyungsoo, causing him to groan loudly into your ear as your relaxed. He held onto you as your body went limp, thrusting softly into you as you rode at your orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to finish right after you, and he gently set you down on the confessionals chair as he cleaned both of you up. 

Within seconds he had put his priest outfit back on, clasping his collar proudly.

“Will I be seeing you back in confessionals soon?”

“Of course.” You panted, smiling at him.

“I did something bad I have to confess.”

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Fuck that was so good thank you (about the yoo youngjae one )

I’m so glad you like it!! I had a really fun time making our squishy Youngjae a bad boy. I need more BAP fan friends in my life 😩💕-mangbebe

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Hey i love this blog and the entire concept of it so much tbh and I'm sorry for asking this on anon but I'm shy lmao. Are you looking for any new writers/admins?

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Hi guys!! I can’t believe there’s 500 of you on here wow.. that’s so crazy.. I never thought I’d have any followers for doing this hahaha..

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If you wanted to ask me anything, or give me feedback on my writing, my inbox is open to anything!

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Hello can I request yoo Youngjae smut and like can you involve some choking?

hi anon!! This smut just got posted under the name: “Fighter”I hope you like it because I had a LOT of fun writing it.BAP is my favorite group so I hope to get more requests for them like this.Thanks for reading my stuff!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ -mangbebe

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Fighter

Fighter

A Yoo Youngjae Fic

Bad boy!AU

Rated M

Contains: Graphic sex, mentions of assault, fighting, choking

Description: You’re tired of your boyfriend for endlessly picking fights and worrying you, so you decide to break it off. When he comes to your rescue, you may have to rethink your choices.

A/N: I know this is really not Youngjae’s personality but I REALLY wanted to do a bad boy AU and I still tried to make it as him as possible so don’t kill me for making our squishy baby a bad boy ❤️

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“I said we’re done.” You spat out to the man standing across from you.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Why?” The word rolled awkwardly off his lips, considering it was busted and still dripping with blood. The rest of his face was peppered with bruises and cuts as usual.

“Because all you do is fight! I’m tired of it. I’m tired of having to worry about you because all you wanna do is get into fights and hurt yourself.” You shouted at him, dabbing at his face with a wet towel. He flinched at your touch, eyes narrowed.

“Fighting has nothing to do with us. He was asking for it.” His black hair hung loosely over his black eye.

“Youngjae. I’m done with it. Okay? I’ve asked you a million times to stop and you don’t care at all about how it makes me feel so..” You felt your voice crack, but the harshness on his face made you suck it up.

“I’ll just go. You can fight all you want when I’m gone.”

“Fine.” He replied coldly.

There was no remorse on his face, just an empty stare coming from those big brown doe eyes. No matter how tough he tried to look, he was cursed with an eternally cute face. Squishy cheeks, big puffy eyes, and heart shaped lips. You fell in love with that face, but the more he fought, the angrier you got when you saw it. For once in your life, you actually wanted him to fight. For you. For you to stay with him. But he just sat there, elbows on his knees as he sat on his bed.

You threw the towel into his lap and turned on your heels, walking out of his room, and out of his apartment.

You wanted to just walk home and forget about him, but it was late at night, and he lived in a bit of a ... sketchy area. The clicking of your heels against the pavement of the sidewalk sounded so loud as it echoed against the stone walls that surrounded you in the alleyway.

“Well well... Who is this?” You heard a male’s voice from behind you, and immediately froze in your tracks. Your fingers reached into your purse and gripped your keys tightly in case you needed to use them against him. Slowly, you turned around to face the voice.

“Aren’t you...” The man approached you slightly, pointing a finger at you. He was tall and handsome, but also creepy. You definitely did not want to be around him anymore. He snapped his fingers as if he had realized something

“Yoo Youngjae’s girlfriend?”

Hearing that made your heart hurt a little, and you bit your bottom lip, taking a step backwards.

“No. I mean..”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Not anymore.” You said quietly, tightening your grip around your keys.

You suddenly regretted what you had said. You were alone in an alley with a man and just told him you no longer had a boyfriend who was known for being tough. How stupid could you get?

“So what you’re saying is you’re single?” His dark eyes eyed your body up and down as he walked closer to you. Instinctively you walked backwards, and unknowingly into a wall, where he was now cornering you.

“Why are you walking away from me like that? I just want to chat?” The malice in his voice was red flag enough for you to take your keys and swing at him, but he was a lot faster and stronger than you. He grabbed the wrist that held your keys and slammed it against the wall, then cocked his head, feigning sadness.

“That wasn’t very nice was it?”

You pinched your eyes shut, bracing yourself for what you were sure was going to happen, but instead you heard a loud smacking sound. The grip around your wrist was released, and you slowly opened your eyes to see what had happened. When your eyes adjusted to the dark, you gasped at the scene in front of you.

Your assaulter was on the ground, and Youngjae was on top of him, beating the shit out of him.

“Youngjae...” You said softly, feeling the knot in your stomach from earlier come back.

He looked away from his fight for one moment, and you could see in his eyes that he had been crying. They were bloodshot and puffy. Looking like he was holding tears back again, he got off the man, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. With one arm, he slammed him against the nearest concrete wall, then slid his hand up from his collar onto his neck. His pale hands tightened around the mans throat, and you could see the veins from his hands protrude all the way up his arm muscles.

You knew now wasn’t the time but... watching the expression on Youngjae’s face, and the way his fingers closed around the mans neck.. turned you on a little bit.

“Don’t ever. Ever. Talk to my girlfriend again. Don’t even look at her. Got it?” He spat out, inches away from the mans face. Red faced, the man nodded, and Youngjae let him go, to which he immediately ran away coughing and gasping for air.

He turned to look at you, black hair shadowing his pale face and exhaled loudly.

“I don’t care if you hate me, but you’re staying with me tonight. It’s too dangerous. Okay?”

Looking at him this way, hurt physically and emotionally, he looked so small. He wasn’t super tall, and with those tear stained squishy cheeks and sad lips.. he just looked so vulnerable. You found yourself loving him even more. You knew you couldn’t stop.

Without thinking, you ran to him, and threw your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I was so scared. Thank you.” You mumbled into his t-shirt, silently taking in his scent.

“Don’t thank me. Of course I had to help you. I love you.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, and you walked back to his place in silence.

Once you were safely back at his place, Youngjae took off his shirt to look at his injuries. While they were on the ground, the other guy got in a couple good punches to his chest, but it was nothing serious.

“You know.. I’ve never actually seen you fight like that.” You chimed from the edge of his bed, and he turned around to look at you.

“I know. I didn’t really want you to see me like that. But I had to.” His voice was sympathetic.

“It was... kind of hot.” You joked, wanting to make things between you two feel normal again. He laughed with you, raising an eyebrow

“Hot? You thought it was hot?” You could hear him getting excited by the tone of his voice, as he walked back towards the bed.

“Yeah I mean... the way you beat the shit out of him.. you’re so strong..”

he sat on the bed beside you.

You trailed your hand down his shoulder, following the lines of his arm muscles down to his hand and grabbed it.

“And the way you choked him?”

You could see him getting hard in his sweatpants, and he bit his bottom lip, despite it already being hurt.

You looked up at him with big seductive eyes and smiled innocently.

“I want that.”

As if on cue he grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you hard back onto the bed, grabbed your jeans and yanked them all the way off in one pull.

Following his lead, you pulled your shirt off over your head, and your bra soon after. Within seconds all of his clothes were off as well, and he had a condom on. You took a moment to admire his cute body. He was perfectly fit, with just the tiniest bit of squishy tummy to make you melt at his cuteness.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You want me to be rough like I am with those guys I fight?” He was hovering over you now, eyes full of lust as they locked with yours. You took your hands and grabbed one of his, stuck three of his fingers in your mouth, and sucked on them while staring directly into his eyes. You did this for a few seconds before pulling them out, leaving an erotic spit trail behind.

“Oh fuck you’re gonna get it..” he mumbled before taking the three fingers and shoving them directly into your pussy. You squealed at the suddenness, but quickly got accustomed to it, as he moved his fingers around to stretch you out. As he began pumping his digits in and out of your hole, he leaned down and took one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down hard. A surge of nerves was sent throughout your whole body and you moaned right into his ear. Apparently this made him unable to wait any longer, because he removed his hand from your core, and lined up his member with your entrance.

He spread your legs out, one hand on his member as he slowly slid his length into you, burying himself in as deep as he could. Every time you two fucked it still felt so good the way he slowly slid himself into you, and he was always able to fill you up so well.

“Mm... youngjae..” you moaned softly as he thrusted in and out of you with long slow strokes.

Suddenly he shifted from his romantic slow pounding, to a bed shaking fast pace. You had to hold on to his headboard to keep yourself from moving too much, but it felt too good that you could barely grip anything.

The pounding was so hard and good, and he was able to fully sheath his dick into you with every stroke, his long member reaching far into you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to fuck you hard?”

One hand traced up your stomach and reached up to your neck, his fingers dancing over the dainty skin.

“Tell me if I need to stop.” And with that, his hand closed around your throat, gently pushing into a pressure point on the side of your neck. Clearly he knew something about this kind of choking, because the way he was pressing into that point was similar to the feeling of your G-spot being slammed into. Immediately your body felt overwhelmed by everything going on, as if you were drowning in his movements. He continued to pound mercilessly into you while his thumb pressed harshly into your throat, the feeling of asphyxiation only amplifying the feeling of being fucked. You knew you were close to reaching your climax, but you also felt like you could pass out at any moment. At this point, Black had begun clouding your peripheral vision, but it just felt so good you didn’t want him to stop.

Luckily Youngjae could see your eyes rolling back into your head and suddenly completely released his grip on your neck, allowing you to take a huge breathe of air right as he pounded into you extremely rough. The refreshing feeling of finally having oxygen matched with his thrust was enough to push you over you edge and you immediately climaxed, screaming his name with your coarse throat. It didn’t take long for him to come after you, but you barely noticed he was even there because you were coming down from the best orgasm you had ever had.

“Okay.. I changed my mind..” You panted.

“You can keep fighting.”

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Can you do a highlight junhyung smut scenario where you sleep together for the first time?? Like usually you'd get him worked up but chicken out but one night you were sure about it. Thanks in advanced! I live your writing

Hey anon! I just posted this smut under the title “More than this”I’m so happy you like my writing! I worked really hard on this smut so I hope you like it. ❤️❤️

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Inbox open!

Hey guys!!

Wow thank you all so much for 500 followers! That’s so crazy!

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More than this

More Than This

A Junhyung Fic

Producer!AU

Rated: M

Description: Neither of you thought you’d ever fall in love, but after working on an album together, maybe you want something more than just friends with benefits..

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"Are you sure you want to do this?” His raspy voice echoed out to you, looking at you beneath him.

In the dim light, his face was only illuminated by the street lights outside the window, a stripe of yellow occasionally sliding across his face when a car drives by his street.

You stared deep into his brown eyes, unable to look away.

You took a deep breathe.

....

“Yes”

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You never imagined you’d fall in love with someone in your label. Honestly, you never thought you’d fall in love period. You were happy with your job at Loen entertainment, producing songs for the labels groups and soloists. It was fun being behind the scenes, because you were a part of something popular, but you could still go out and have fun without anyone knowing who you were. Plus, you loved making music, so there really was no downside to this.

Until you began producing Yong Junhyungs “Goodbye 20’s” album. You had already produced a few songs for him and highlight before, so it wasn’t your first time meeting or working with him, but this time seemed more intimate.

“I’ve had bad luck with relationships..” he mumbled to you one night during a session. You were trying to write the song he would use as his title track, and he was pitching ideas to you.

“Hah. I feel you.” You laughed dryly, tapping your pen against your journal.

You turned onto your stomach on the black leather couch, looking at him across the room in his rolling chair. He liked to be involved in his musics production, in fact, he was a really good writer and producer as well, so this album had to be good.

“So, I’m thinking a breakup song... but not a sad one. Explain your last breakup?” You had taken the cap off of your pen and were looking intently at him.

He shot you a sideways glance, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I lost feelings for her. What more is there to say?” The way his words came out sounded like lyrics already, that’s just the way he talked. It was fascinating, and you were already taking notes.

“She wanted to try and fix things, but honestly, we both knew it was over. The wound would be the same size if we stretched it out, so it was easier to break it off quickly...”

The words were flowing like a river by now.

“Uh huh... And how did you feel?”

He paused.

“A little guilty, because I know she should only blame me. I just lost feelings.” He shrugged, the flannel he was wearing over his gray t shirt falling down his shoulders slightly.

“But I just wanted her to go away.”

You both stared at each other for a moment, then at the same moment exclaimed

“Go away!”

And that was the moment your bond had sparked.

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The album was a hit, and you were both proud of the song “Go away” which you had collaborated so perfectly together on. After this collaboration, the two of you found yourselves... Being more than just friends and work partners. First it was stolen glances in the studio, which turned to holding hands when no one was watching, and eventually hiding in his car to kiss so no one knew.

You knew it was just supposed to be a friends with benefits type deal, considering the basis of your relationship was built off of him being terrible at relationships.

But your feelings... they were real. And you wanted him.

But every time you got close to doing something.

You backed out.

“You don’t want it?” He asked one night, while you laid on his bed, only in your underwear. He was propped up on his elbow, and you took the time to take in his features. The way his eyes slightly turned down to have a permanent ‘sad eye’ look, matched with the light purple tint of bags under his eyes. His skin was fair and smooth, and his dark brown hair hung loosely in curls atop his head. The more you looked into his eyes, the more you knew you loved him.

But this was a man who had told you many times he didn’t think he was capable of love.

Why would you want to give your everything to him.

“I do want to.” You finally said, turning away from him, embarrassed.

“I just don’t think I can.” It hurt not being able to have him like you so desperately wanted, and you had backed out on him plenty of times. But every time he seemed understanding.

You felt a small peck on your shoulder, his warm lips lingering there for a moment.

“That’s okay. Take your time.”

~~~~~~~

Today was a day like any other. You and Junhyung had slipped out of the back of his recording studio, both wearing jackets with hoods and masks over your face. You didn’t want dispatch to get any ideas about you two, and you especially didn’t want it to go public.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your shorter legs struggling to keep up with his long strides.

“My place?” He replied, voice flat. This wasn’t a rude kind of voice. Everyone who had met him would know this was maybe even his happy voice. He was just very monotonous at times.

“Sounds good.” You replied happily, slipping your hand into his. You hadn’t quite made it to the safety of the parking garage yet, so his head whipped back to look at you, surprised at the bold movement. His cold eyes stayed on yours for a second, his hand stiff. After a silent moment, he looked away, his hand loosening up and actually accepting yours into his as you approached his car.

By the time you two had made it back to Junhyung’s apartment, it was already around four in the morning. This is how it always was, because he liked to work on songs late at night, then the two of you would come back to his place and crash until the next day.

He placed his key lazily into the keyhole and turned the lock, pushing the door in to allow you both something that sounded blissful: sleep.

Immediately you both ran—well maybe just fast walked—into his room to flop onto his bed, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes. It was just one of those days. No one turned the lights on, and you both crawled under the covers tiredly.

You and Junhyung’s little ‘fling’ had been going on for a few months now, and at this point... it was beginning to hurt that you couldn’t really have him. Sure you could kiss him and hold his hand when you weren’t around other people, but you knew you loved him. You wanted to say that. You wanted to be able to call him yours. And it was eating away at you.

“Are you okay?” You snapped out of your little trance to realize Junhyung was talking to you. You shifted around in bed to face him.

“Yeah... just thinking..” you didn’t meet his eyes. He was really good at reading people, so he could tell something was off.

“About what?” His pretty face was pulled into a hard frown now.

“I.... I know it’s dumb to say. I really do. I know we started this... this, ‘thing’ because you’re bad at relationships and didn’t want to have a real one with me-“

“(Y/N)...”

“-But I don’t feel that way anymore. God, I’ve been with you everyday and night for months now. And I.. I don’t just like you anymore. I don’t want to just be a girl you mess around with..”

All your feelings were spilling out, and you couldn’t stop them, even when you saw the sadness in his brown eyes.

“I.. I think I love you. And I don’t want to hurt myself by staying with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.” The last part came out a little choked, and you looked away.

There was silence. You began to regret what you had said.

“(Y/N).. Look at me.” Junhyung’s voice finally rang in your ears, his hand gently moving your chin to face him. His sloped eyes looked dewey.

“I never thought I’d say this. To anyone. I always thought I was crazy, having all these girls love me so much, but not being able to feel anything back. But it wasn’t me... I realize this now.” He paused for a moment, collecting his words.

“I just hadn’t met the right girl to show me how to feel that way yet.. And now.” He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing gently with his thumb.

“I’ve found someone who has finally shown me what it feels like.. to love.” He laughed softly.

“I’m bad at this. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you too. A lot.”

You felt the familiar lump in your throat of being close to tears, and within moments the hit tears were brimming on your eyes.

“No no no no... don’t cry.” Junhyung wiped the tears away quickly leaning over you, and placing a kiss on your lips to distract you. It didn’t take you long to kiss back, deepening the kiss in fact. You grabbed both his cheeks, pulling him onto you. He adjusted himself, straddling you now in your makeout session. Your fingers grabbed the hem of his gray t-shirt and tugged at it, signaling him to take it off. He quickly got the hint and grabbed his shirt from the back, pulling it over his head. You had only seen him without clothes a few times, but every time it made you want him so badly. He was small, with a lean fit build. He was so cute. You smiled as you took your shirt off too, exposing your bra. He bit at his bottom lip, then dove into your breasts, sucking and biting at them, leaving plenty of purple love bites to remind you of this night. He moved on to your nipple, his tongue moving in circles around the hardened bud, his hands sliding under your back to hold you every time your arched your back in pleasure. One hand reached down to your shorts and unbuttoned the button, and slid the zipper down. He looked up at you approvingly. You nodded. He smirked and pulled them down eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just devour you. You looked down to see the tent in his pants struggling against his Adidas pants. Noticing you staring, he laughed.

“You like?” He teased, grabbing the waistband.

You nodded.

Without another word he slid his pants off, his underwear following suit. His member slapped proudly against his stomach, and you could tell how badly he wanted this, considering he was already leaking with precum even though you hadn’t touched him yet.

He crawled on top of you excitedly. Then stopped. You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you sure you want to do this?” His raspy voice echoed out to you, looking at you beneath him.

In the dim light, his face was only illuminated by the street lights outside the window, a stripe of yellow occasionally sliding across his face when a car drives by his street.

You stared deep into his brown eyes, unable to look away.

You took a deep breathe.

“Yes.”

With your consent, he reached into his bedside drawer, and pulled a condom out. Quickly, he rolled it on, and turned back to you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, leaning over your womanhood. Slowly, he pulled your panties off, his face sinking straight into your womanhood, his tongue slipping over your folds. You tossed your head back at the feeling. His tongue was working magic on you, showing attention to every area, crevice and fold. He sucked hard on your clit before he retreated, sending a surge of energy through you. Not able to take it any longer, he sat up and hovered over you again, aligning his member up with your entrance. He looked at you one more time, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to tell him it was okay. He then slid his tip in, earning a little squeal from you. He smiled and slowly slid his full length into you, moaning as he felt your silky walls stretching to adjust to his size, then tightening back up around him.

“You’re so tight...” he groaned, barely able to move as he gave little thrusts to adjust you.

As if he had been waiting to do this for so long, he finally began thrusting into you, his hips rolling smoothly up and down into you. You closed your eyes tightly, the feeling of his large member stroking you felt painful but oh so good at the same time

With a particularly hard thrust, you moaned loudly, beginning to feel the pleasure within every stroke, and wrapped your legs around his waist. The more you moaned, the more he wanted to hear it, so he pounded harder into you, starting to make the bed shake. With undeniable strength, he grabbed one of your legs and began pounding you harder than you’d ever felt before, his entire dick being pulled out to full length, and fully sheathed back into you every time.

“Shit!” You threw your head back, and he took the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, nibbling at it and earning extra pleasure for you. The rhythmic tapping of the headboard against the wall was the only thing you could hear as your hearing became fuzzy, along with your eyes.

“Junhyung... I’m..” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he suddenly slammed into you so hard you swear you felt it in your stomach. You both let out a loud moan, climaxing with each other. You could feel your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead in strands as your chest heaved with exhaustion. Junhyung had pulled himself out of you, and was panting softly to himself, his damp brown hair covering his eyes. He looked at you for a moment and smiled.

“I love you.”

[mangsluts]

She’s Busy

She’s Busy

A Rowoon fic

Cheating!AU

Contains: graphic sex, cursing, cheating, hair pulling

Description: You never thought you’d walk in to see your boyfriend cheating on you, and when you do, all you want to do is get back at him. Maybe his best friend Rowoon can help you do just that.

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You couldn’t believe it.

You were furious—no, FUMING—at the horrendous sight you had just witnessed.

You thought surprising your boyfriend Jaeyoon at his work at the local bar would be a good idea. He was a bartender so he was often gone all night, leaving you lonely in your one bedroom apartment until he rolled in at around four in the morning.

Tonight it was almost midnight, and since your close friend wasn’t feeling well, she decided to go home. You two were hoping for a fun girls night out bar hopping, but it was cut a little short for your taste. Not wanting to go home so early, you decided to walk over to the bar that Jaeyoon worked at and maybe have a few drinks before ubering home. 

“Hey Zuho.” You said kindly to one of your friends who was a bouncer at the the bar. He was a friend of Jaeyoons, so in turn he became a friend of yours, just like most of his other friends.

“Oh, Y/N... What are you doing here?” Rather than smiling to see you here, he looked nervous, avoiding eye contact with you. This was weird, he had never acted this way. You immediately felt uncomfortable as well.

“Well... ummm.. I was just in the area... thought I’d come say hi?” You said, obviously confused at his behavior.

“We’re really busy tonight.. it might be hard to get to Jaeyoon I think.” Zuho nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his dark brown eyes still not meeting yours. You narrowed your eyes at him, starting to feel annoyed.

“Okay, well I’ll just have a few drinks then. Can I come in now?” Your voice was like a knife at this point, cutting through Zuho’s awkward behavior. Reluctantly, he moved the stereotypically red velvet rope out of the way and let you into the bar. He didn’t lie, it was busy, but not so crazy busy that you wouldn’t want to go in. Pushing through the crowd of dancing and talking people, you were able to make it to the balcony where Jaeyoon always worked. Strangely enough, there was a different bartender working at his station tonight. Another friend and coworker of Jaeyoon. You knew him enough, his name was Rowoon, he was Jaeyoons absolute best friend for years, and he sometimes covered for Jaeyoon when he couldn’t work. But you specifically remembered him saying he had to work tonight. 

‘Okay.. that’s weird.. he always works here on Friday nights.’

You walked up to this bartender who was serving a group of girls and leaned close to him so he could hear you.

“Hey, Rowoon, have you seen Jaeyoon?” You were practically yelling over the group of girls next to you who were swooning over Rowoon and trying to get his number. You could understand them, considering Rowoon was exceptionally handsome, especially with his broad shoulders causing the neckline of his black t shirt to stretch. 

“Uhhh...” Rowoon’s face had that same look of uncomfortableness that Zuho had exhibited earlier. 

“I don’t know where he is.” Rowoon said, blinking a few too many times for your liking.

“You don’t know? But you’re covering his station?” You clapped back, growing more and more irritated with the situation. Rowoon took a sharp inhale of air and then sighed. He was a really bad liar.

“He might be downstairs in the hookah lounge.” He shrugged, obviously not wanting to disclose any more information. Without saying another word, you raced back downstairs, pushing through anyone who was getting in your way. 

Why the hell would he lie about working tonight, but still be here?

A thousand thoughts ran through your mind as you pushed the curtains that hid the hookah lounge to the side. The lounge was a very dim lit room with a bunch of red velvet couches and chairs with hookahs strewn about the room on tables. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely the room with the best ambiance for... intimate activities. As you entered the room, you pulled your phone out to call him, an the sweet smell of the fruity smoke filled your nose. 

But then your breathe stopped in your throat.

Sitting on the smallest couch was your boyfriend Jaeyoon

With a girl on his lap.

Kissing.

You stood there, frozen with shock. You couldn’t believe this. Why would he do this? 

Instead of getting sad... something was boiling in your stomach. Rage. You had never felt this angry before, and there was only one thing on your mind at this point.

Revenge.

Without interrupting your boyfriend and this girls heated makeout session, you stormed out of the lounge, and back outside.

Despite being fueled with anger, you felt hot tears brimming on your eyelids. You reached for your phone in your back pocket, but it wasn’t there. 

Fuck.

You must have dropped it in the lounge due to the shock. 

Well you definitely weren’t going back in there to see them. 

‘What to do... what to do...’

Reluctantly, you walked back into the bar, past the lounge, and upstairs back to the balcony.

Rowoon was still standing at the station, refilling the girls who were continuously asking for more shots. As you wiped your tears away with the back of your sleeve, you walked up to him. 

“Rowoon..” You choked out, watching as the girls looked at you irritatedy.

He turned to you with a friendly smile, then saw your puffy eyes and a wave of realization washed over his face.

“You saw huh?” He said reluctantly

“Can you take me home?”

At this point the girls were basically burning holes into you with their stares.

“Y/N, I’m working...” He looked from you, to the girls he was serving, then back to you. You saw the muscles in his jaw tense up for a moment, his remarkably chiseled face deep in thought. 

“You know what? It’s his shift I’m covering. Let’s get you home.” He said, to which you peeled up gratefully. 

“Thank you so much Rowoon. Really.....” You said to him as the two of you walked out of the bar.

“It’s no problem. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long but.... he’s my friend, you know? It’s really conflicting.” This made you really mad. He’d known all this time, and didn’t bother to even give you a hint. Sure you two weren’t close, but you thought he’d have the decency to tell you that your relationship was a lie. He rubbed the back of his neck as the two of you arrived to his black Hyundai. With a click, the doors unlocked and you slid into the passenger seat. As he got into the drivers seat and started the engine, his face looked contorted with pain.

“It’s just-“

“Please. Don’t.” You cut him off, feeling that pit in your stomach again. He looked at you with his stunning brown eyes for a moment, then quietly drove you home.

The ride the rest of the way home was quiet, until you pulled up to your apartment. It was late, so the street lights were on, illuminating all of Rowoon’s features. Especially his biceps, every shadow hugging the highs and lows of his muscles. And his jawline was angled perfectly like it was crafted by the gods themselves.

“Do you want to... come inside?” 

He looked relieved, his tense shoulder muscles relaxing.

“If that’s okay with you, it’s fine with me.” He smiled at you again, the corners of his lips upturning in a cat like smile. You felt your heart flutter. How had you never noticed Rowoon in this way? He really was the definition of a perfect guy. Respectful, sweet, funny, and amazingly attractive and fit.

“Let’s go then.” You said with a forced smile and got out of the car, walking up the steps of your apartment. Your hands still slightly shaking from the shock, you finally got your key into the hole and opened the door, walking into the shared apartment between you and Jaeyoon. You thought about just throwing all his stuff down the stairs for him to find later, but no.

That wasn’t enough. You needed to get back at him worse.

Rowoon has been here plenty of times, only for Jaeyoon, so he knew the place pretty well. Causally he took a seat on the couch, his legs spread in the usual way that guys sit. His thick thighs in his blue work jeans... looked absolutely delicious.

“So you’re Jaeyoon’s best friend.. But you feel guilty about not telling me about him, and now you’re at my house... alone with me..” You started, walking towards him at a slow pace. You could see his muscles tense up in his jaw again—god that was hot—and he looked away from you. 

“Of course I feel bad.. no one deserves to be cheated on. Yeah he’s my best friend but..”

“But what?” You were leading him somewhere you hoped he would get, now only a few feet from him.

“Well I mean... you’re beautiful. And a great person. I feel like you deserved better. I think he’s a dick for doing this to you.” A strand of his black hair had fallen into his eyes now, but he wasn’t moving a muscle to fix it.

Standing in front of him, you crouched down, placing one hand on his knee, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“We should get back at him, don’t you think?” 

You suggested, hand tapping his knee innocently.

“How so?” He was looking at you now, and from the below view his face looked even more handsome somehow. 

“I think you know how..” Your hand trailed up his thigh slightly, aiming towards the growing bulge in his jeans.

“And I think you want this too.... is that right?” Eagerly, your hand slid gently over his bulge, palming it with ease. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Y/n...” Rowoon said between gritted teeth 

“Jaeyoon is my best friend..”

You were feeling discouraged with his words, your hand sliding back down his thigh, but he grabbed your wrist tightly in his fist. Your eyes trailed up from his toned arm, clearly flexed with lust all the way up to his face. He was looking at you with a look in his eyes you had never seen it before. His usual soft eyes were now hooded, burning deep into yours.

“But I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Halfway through his last word, he had stood up and grabbed you by your thighs, hoisting you up to hold you, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Your heart sped up as his lips crashed into yours. They were soft and plump, engulfing yours easily. It was mean to say, but they felt so much nicer than your boyfriends ever had.

He walked you two into the room that you and Jaeyoon shared, and threw you onto the bed. Your back hit the mattress, and you wasted no time getting undressed. Your black shirt came off first, then your jean shorts, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

Rowoon gaped at your body, an obvious tent growing in his blue jeans that he could no longer hide. 

“You’re.... so beautiful... how could he not appreciate this.” He shook his head, smiling, then reached his arms over his back to grab the end of his t shirt. You watched his biceps as they pulled his shirt over his head, then stared in awe at the muscles rippling under the skin of his back. He truly was a work of art, and you could feel your panties growing soaked.

His pants were the next to fall, then his underwear quickly behind. As the fabric stretched over his dick, it slapped proudly back into place against his stomach.

‘Jesus..’ You wanted it so badly, but you had never taken anything this big. 

“Off.” He said, crawling towards you on the bed.

He flipped you onto your stomach, pressing his nose into the small of your back, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume.

“All of it...” his long fingers gripped the hem of your panties and slid them down your thighs, over your delicate feet, and let them fall to the ground while your hands carefully took off your own bra, your breasts now hanging below you. 

His big fingers now slid over your pussy, immediately becoming wet with your juices. You tensed up, your head hanging low now.

Without hesitation, his finger entered your eager hole, going straight to your core. 

He pumped in and out of you a few times before he stuck a second finger in, then he couldn’t wait, and a third one entered you. 

“F-fuck..” you choked out, his three digits now knuckle deep in you, pumping in and out while his thumb rubbed eager circles on your clit. Nerves were being sent all throughout your body like electric shocks, and you felt like you could reach your edge soon. Feeling your pussy quiver around his fingers, he retreated them from your entrance and licked them seductively, one finger at a time.

“Delicious.” He groaned into your ear as he leaned over you, spreading your legs apart and setting your arms up so he could hit you from behind. 

Wasting no time, he used one hand to grip your hip, and the other aligned his dick with your eager entrance. Slowly he slid the tip in, moaning as he adjusted to your tight, wet walls consuming him. He then completely buried his dick into you, pulling in and out carefully a few times to stretch you out to his size.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded below him.

After getting your approval—like a gentlemen—he began to absolutely plow you like a slut. You were moaning from the first thrust. He had such strength and control that every move seemed perfectly plotted out to give you as much pleasure as possible. No matter how hard and fast he was going, he didn’t waver or show any weakness or restraint to fuck you.

His hands guided your hips back and forth onto his huge cock, his own thrusts moving in perfect unison with you to slam so perfectly hard into you, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. 

“Holy shit-“ you mumbled between your gasps, and suddenly his tanned hand had went up to your head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulled your head back—not too forcefully, but enough to jerk it just the right way—to meet his lips. They danced with yours, while he continued to pound into you, your moans being muffled by the slapping of his thighs against your ass. 

He released your lips from his and went back to his former position, with one hand on your hip. You didn’t know where his other hand was, but your eyes were closed, and with this much pleasure going on, you couldn’t care less. Your immersion was suddenly cut off by the familiar sound of a Snapchat message on Rowoon’s phone.

And he was opening it.

“Are you seriously opening Snapchat right now?” You panted out, looking back at him.

“It’s Jaeyoon. He found your phone. He’s asking where you are.” Through this, Rowoon didn’t seize his movements.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes

“Stay still.”

“What?”

The sound of a camera shutter filled the room and you whipped your head around, shocked. There was an evil grin as he clicked the send button on a very scandalous picture of you with Rowoon’s dick buried in you, his hand on your hip.

“What the hell was that??” Your cheeks were beet red, not only from vigorous activity, but now embarrassment.

“I told him you’re busy. With me. I think he’ll get the hint.” He flashed the brightest smile, his movements slowing down. 

You thought about Jaeyoons reaction to opening the snap of Rowoon fucking you and smiled yourself.

“Okay, I think I love you. Now keep fucking me.”

“Of course.”