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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-SEVEN - voyeurism with yonghee and seunghun

minors dni, 870 words, afab reader insert, fingering (reader receiving), petnames (“baby/needy baby”), (“love/my love”), semi-public acts? slight edging, implied potential threesome activities at the end, y’all i like this one a lot

the cix dorm movie nights had always been a tradition that you enjoyed, from the free snacks, funny arguments between the members and spending quality time with your boyfriend yonghee, it was the perfect way to spend the evening. even if the other boys loved to make jokes about how close you and yonghee were, it didn’t stop you from cuddling up to him more, sharing a blanket as you wrap your arms around him.

it had become a blessing in disguise that they had become so accustomed to seeing the two of you so close, when one night you feel a pair of wandering hands trailing up and down your legs. a telltale sign of yonghee desperately looking for your attention. turning your head to face him, the way he’s looking at you with that hunger in his eye is the confirmation you needed. letting your body back up against his until your back is flush with his chest has his erection pressing into the curve of your behind, a quiet sigh leaving yonghee as you do.

his hands slowly move upwards, caressing the skin of your inner thigh as he leans forward, planting soft kisses to your jaw and neck. he waits until you’re practically grinding down on his hand before finally letting his fingers graze over your clothed core, putting more pressure where he knows your clit to be. as his touches become more insistent on teasing you, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the room.

byounggon, jinyoung and hyunsuk are all laying on the floor in front of the couch while jinyoung is sitting on the chair next to them, turning his body to watch the movie. luckily, they’re all too caught up in the action to notice the way your body is squirming under the blanket, the sounds of loud explosions being a perfect cover for your quiet whines.

after having his fun, yonghee finally lets his hand slip under the waistband of your pyjama pants and your panties. his long fingers run through your wet folds, lightly brushing against your clit on accident and smirking when you whisper-moan his name. as much as he loves playing with you like this, he knows that you won’t be able to hold in your complaints forever. that thought is what causes his pointer finger to find your entrance, easily sliding into you thanks to your wetness.

it’s yonghee’s turn to try and hold back a moan as the way your walls hug just one of his fingers has his cock aching for attention, subtly grinding against you to help relieve the pressure building. his eyes dart around the room, wondering if anyone heard the noise he accidentally let slip, only to be met with the sight of a very surprised seunghun.

he’s not looking at yonghee though, his gaze caught on the way your face contorts in pleasure as yonghee’s fingers work inside you, hands firmly pressed against his own growing problem. yonghee knows he should be embarrassed, should stop what he’s doing in all honesty, but the thought only makes his cock strain against his pants more. so instead, he leans down towards you, letting his lips bump against the shell of your ear.

“would you look at that, my love,” his voice is oddly light, a hint of teasing twisted in it, “looks like someone is enjoying our little show,”

your head suddenly perks up, finally noticing the way seunghun is staring at the two of you as he tries to sneakily palm his erection over his pants. it’s a sight that makes you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest, the feeling only growing stronger as yonghee suddenly adds another finger inside of you, the slight burn of the stretch feeling so good. it feels like the room has suddenly gotten so much hotter, a new wave of wetness coating yonghee’s fingers as your head tumbles back onto your lover.

“guess my needy baby likes being watched, huh?” his voice is gruff as it tickles your ear, eyes screwing shut from all the stimulation as your high quickly approaches you. but just before the pressure can snap, yonghee all but stops his motions, flashing a smirk between you and seunghun, who looks like he’s on the verge of making a mess in his pants.

“keep your eyes on him love, let him watch as you fall apart for me,” it truly is a struggle to keep your eyes open as pleasure overcomes you once more, more grateful than ever for the loud sounds of the movie blocking out the squelching noises that make your cheeks burn. you follow yonghee’s instructions though, watching as seunghun’s body goes slack in the chair as he gets his release and the sight is enough to push you through to your release too.

you barely have a minute to catch your breath as yonghee abruptly sits up, taking your hand in his and leading you to his bedroom. when he flashes a quick look and tilt of his head over his shoulder to the boy in the chair, still enjoying his post orgasm bliss, you know you’re in for a long night.

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These imagines just makes me wish NCT and SKZ really did interact more IRL 🥲

Jungwoo: How's it like in your dorm?

Hyunjin: It always smells like baked goods and flowers, it's so clean and pretty, everyone is singing along to Taylor Swift, Minho cooks yummy food everyday, And I get to paint in the living room without seeing a shirtless man eating dry chicken breast with his hands.

Felix: Hyunjin, be honest.

Hyunjin: It smells like sweat, no one wears clothes, all there is to eat is chicken breast and protein powder and everyone's so loud. I want live at the pretty bakery. How is your dorm like?

Jungwoo: There's clothes in the dishwasher, dirty socks and underwear in the living room, Last night Mark and Jaehyun fought over a pork chop bone on the floor and Yuta fought a roach.

Felix: Now don't you feel more grateful?

Hyunjin: *falls to the floor crying* Last night Han and Changbin fought over a rib eye steak bone on the floor. We live the same life.

Jungwoo: Yeah, and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. That's my home.

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Listen, crossdressing Ten is HOT 🥰 I've always loved the imagery of giving someone a blowjob under a fluffy skirt 😵‍💫 this fic did that and more. Always such good smut, I feel like I'm always repeating myself but FR!!! Your fics are so good! 💞

I've read this fic like 6 times and always sooo good!!!

Trick or Treat? - L.TN

Kinktober Day 13

Crossdressing: Wearing clothing typical of the opposite sex.

INTRO: Halloween is your boyfriend, Ten's, favourite holiday of the year and everyone knows it. Yet, you somehow manage to convince him to let you both stay home this time. Maybe you'll give him a new reason to enjoy it so much...

GENRES: Smut

WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving), cross dressing, ten has a slight mommy!kink, switch!femreader, switch!ten, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

AUTHORS NOTE: My first kinktober post (might be only one if I don't find time). This was a fun topic following @neohub 's kinktober event for day 13, crossdressing.

It’s that time of year. The time where everyone (mostly children) dresses up in cute, sometimes scary outfits and come knocking door to door in hopes of acquiring enough candy to keep them satisfied until next October. 

You and Ten made it a tradition to go trick or treating ever since your first holiday that you spent together and years later, although still a young couple, you’re starting to wonder whether the parents in your area are becoming concerned with your habit. You’ve been telling Ten for the last two years that maybe you should stop and just start staying in and watching a couple of horror movies, eating sweets that you actually bought instead of continuing to steal other adults’. But he was always so against it, complaining it was the only way he could stay young.

However, this year you had managed to convince him that you two could do exactly that. Stay in and enjoy each other's company. He was reluctant and grovelled for weeks before the date, but here you stand in your bedroom placing a small parcel with a bright orange bow, neatly on the bed. You thought it might be a nice idea to give him a gift as he had given up the holiday he so much loved. 

When Ten gets home you’re sitting in the living room watching one of the mild children’s horror movies that are usually on until about 9pm, before the real ones are rolled out. He looks deflated and you immediately feel guilty as he shoots you a smile before walking into your shared bedroom, probably readying for a shower. 

As he leaves your sight you wait one, two, maybe 30 seconds before you hear an excited sound and Ten comes rushing out to you with the parcel in his hands. A large grin replaces the small smile on his face only there a minute prior and your lips turn up as a result. 

“Is this what I think it is?” He asks lightly skipping from one foot to the other. You only shrug your shoulders with a look of faint innocence on your face. “It depends what you think it is.” 

Your vague statement does nothing to deter him before he eagerly asks, “Is it a costume?” You laugh at his hopeful expression and nod your head. “So we’re going trick or treating!” He exclaims in happiness and you internally coo at your boyfriend and his cute antics. 

You once again let a sort of laugh escape from between your lips and shake your head, no. “You might not want to go out in public in that costume, baby.” His expression falls and he looks down at the object in his hands in confusion before looking up at you with eyes narrowed and a smirk on his face. 

“Is this a sexy costume?” He asks with a knowing tint in his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help the snort you let out at his antics before nodding your head. “Open it.” You say quietly, ultimately hoping he would end up liking it. Ten was a very adventurous lover, always down to try new things as long as you both had a good time. And this was very new for you both. 

He sits down beside you and nudges you playfully with his shoulder before pulling the ribbon of the bow. When it falls he is left to unwrap the parcel and he does so quite carefully, making sure to not damage anything inside of it. 

His expression is immediately one of confusion again as he pulls out the outfit. A short, skimpy looking dress is the first and largest item that he examines and you see as the gears turn in his head. He looks at you with darker eyes, “Is this a dress?” 

You smile, your pearly teeth a show of your excitement as you nod humming a short ‘yes’. The dress is black and sexy, one you think you’ll very much enjoy peeling off him. It flows out at the hips which you thought would be ideal for easy access and it’s adorned with white and orange details. He nods, a blank expression on his face as he pulls out the next two items. A pair of black pumps and a cute little headband with the words ‘Mommy’s Good Boy’ written across the band. You wait with a nervous feeling skipping through your chest as you try to take in his reaction. You see his throat bobble slightly as he nods again, seemingly in thought. 

The last items he pulls from your little present are the thin, black and white fishnet stockings that you had folded up neatly and placed with care at the bottom, as well as a little black choker with a bell on it. With him still not having said a word you become used to the feeling of rejection jolting through your veins. You would be ok if he said he didn’t want to try them, you wouldn’t care but you desperately wanted him to like what you had picked for him. 

He places the stockings in his lap with the other items before turning towards you. You couldn’t see fully before while he was almost pointed away from you, but you see it now. His expression is low and sultry and his eyes seem to hold a dim lust that attracts you towards him. “Am I dressing up as Mommy’s good boy tonight?” He asks, his voice laced with pure seduction and your mouth parts slightly as you nod. 

He only smiles before leaning forward and pecking you on the lips teasingly as he stands, presumably heading to the bedroom to put on your present. When he leaves you sigh out a breath of relief at the fact he obviously found your idea sexy and wanted to at least give it a go. Over the next fifteen or so minutes, you’re left to simmer in your own pool of lust as you become increasingly agitated and impatient. 

When Ten finally emerges into the living room, he is initially shadowed by the dim light of the hallway before he steps closer and you can see him in all of his beautiful glory. The short, black dress sits exactly where you thought it would, about mid thigh and it makes you almost drool looking at the way it hugs his lean upper body before flowing out at the hips. 

The cute little headband sits amongst his longer dark hair with most of it pushed back under it, save for a few strands that lay delicately over his forehead. The choker catches your eye as it hangs delicately around his neck, the little bell jingling softly everytime he moves. 

He watches with dark eyes as you examine him and when your eyes track lower, he sees the way you visibly suck in a breath. The heels that you bought lift his entire body up an inch or two (meaning he’s now even more taller than you) and accentuate his legs and hips in a way that makes you lick your lips. 

But what catches your attention the most are the way his toned legs look wrapped in the fine material of the stockings. The tiny holes in the fishnets let you slightly see his pale skin through the fabric and the way they tie the whole outfit together makes him look so delicious, you start to feel hungry for him. 

Once he feels he’s been standing there long enough for you to take in his appearance, he moves slowly towards you. The faint clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor has you almost feeling a sense of deja vu, but one where you are in his position. 

He stops only a half metre from you and you watch as he delicately leans over and places his hands either side of your head where it lays against the back of the couch. His breath mingles with your own as he brings his head close to yours. Your chest shows your laboured breathing but you’re sure Ten would be able to tell just from the way you’re parted lips pant, only a mere inch from his. “What would mommy’s good boy like him to do?” He asks, eyes half lidded as he waits for you to give him an instruction. You slowly bring your hand up to his face and gently brush a stray strand from his forehead before lacing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Kiss me.” Is all you manage out before you tug him forward, half his weight landing in your lap as your lips meet. He kisses you with lust, as though he’d been just as frustrated it took him so long to get ready, but you both knew it was worth it. A finger from your other hand loops through the material of his choker, before you pull it slightly back. Effectively cutting off a decent amount of his air supply. He moans into your mouth and you immediately swallow it, the noise sending a flush through your body. 

He pulls back slightly and his eyes meet yours. “And what did mommy want me to do to show he’s a good boy?” Your chest heaves not only from your lack of breath but at his dedication to the role and you sink further back into the couch as you push him back. 

“It depends, do you want to show me how good you can be or do you want mommy to reward you for being an obedient boy so far?” Your question isn’t taken in by your boyfriend as he seems to have already made up his mind on what he wants to do before you can even answer. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart and situating himself in that spot. He leans into your core before laying his head on your thigh. “Wanna show you.” He almost purrs and you hum in content at his answer, either way you didn’t mind. He lifts his hands to your waist in an attempt to tug at your jeans, before looking up at you through his lashes with wide eyes. Getting the hint you lift your hips as he continues to pull and is finally able to drag them down your legs, discarding them somewhere behind him. 

He once again leans into you, seemingly inhaling your scent through your already wet panties and a faint blush rises to your cheeks in embarrassment at the obvious patch that leaks through. Ten takes no mind, only managing a soft groan as he tentatively pokes at the material with his tongue. 

A shaky sigh escapes your lips at the action as he continues the motion and you start to become irritated at the delay. “Good boys don’t tease.” You warn with a sharpness in your tone and he immediately nods in agreement, repeating your warning under his breath, “Good boys don’t tease.” 

Following this, he uses a single digit to gently pull them from your form gently moving them down your legs so that they pool at your ankles, not fussed at having to remove them entirely. Straight away he shoots forward, licking a long stripe up the expanse of your pussy until he reaches your clit. 

You suppress a moan but can’t help the gasp that emits you as he begins to toy your clit in his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair where you grasp onto his soft roots as he lifts his eyes to yours. You could take a picture of this moment if it wasn’t so lewd. The way his eyes peer up at you as he’s dressed in the most breathtaking sexy attire you could only hope to pull off. His heels poke out from under him and you catch a glimpse of the stockings adorning his legs and can’t help the way your own eyes half roll back. 

Your fingernails gently graze his scalp as you do so, making him groan into your pussy. He lifts a hand to press gentle circles into your clit as his tongue drops to your hole to lap at the juices that seemingly pour out of you at this point. You can’t help the way you wrap your legs around his head but he doesn’t push you away, apparently liking the fact you’re suffocating him between your thighs. 

When he probes a finger at your entrance your head falls forward to watch as he slowly pushes it into your dripping hole. He then latches his mouth around your clit once again as he starts pumping the finger into you, the wet noises that would normally make you cringe only turn you on more. You try to pull him even closer by his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's the tastiest lollipop he’s ever tried and you almost cry out at the sensitivity it causes. 

A series of curses leave your mouth as you feel the pleasure of the pain tip you into a state of euphoria, your pussy convulsing around his finger as he continues to kitten lick your clit. “Fuck baby, no more.” You manage out between pants, tugging his head back by his hair. He only groans into you making you stutter forward, your hips bucking up in sensitivity. 

His head knocks up at the motion and when he tries to bury himself between your legs again, you pull him up into your lap and press your face into the expanse of his neck. “No means no, Ten.” You mumble against his skin to which only earns you a whine. You leave a trail of marks along his pale throat as your wandering hands make their way down from his shoulders to his hips. 

Within a second you use the grip to flip the both of you over so that you are now straddling him whilst he lies back across the couch, a grunt escaping him while you do. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, the only clothing left on your body is your bra which you have no intention of removing. However your boyfriend immediately whines when he realises you won’t, reaching up to attempt at removing it himself whilst you tut a sharp ‘no’. 

His face scrunches up at your response, “But I’ve been good!” His proclamation makes you half roll your eyes before you reach behind your back and unclip your bra, tossing it away. “Happy now my whiny baby?” You mock to which he immediately hums, reaching up and tugging you down. 

When you're only slightly hovering over him, he lifts his head up to take a nipple into his mouth, softly pinching the other. You half close your eyes at the pleasant feeling before they shoot open. A not so gentle nip is issued to the nipple in his mouth and you immediately scold him. “No biting, Ten.” He only looks up at you innocently before switching to the other nippile, maintaining eye contact. 

Once again your breath sharpens before you tug yourself from his grip, much to his dismay. You take yourself down his body so that you can run your fingers up his stockings, letting the fabric occasionally catch and pull before snapping back against his skin. The immediate hiss that escapes him turns into a low, drawn out moan as he watches you in wonder. 

You run your hands slowly up his thighs, your fingertips dancing under the hem of his dress. His breath quickens, you can feel it not only in the way he moves, but the way his skin trembles under your touch. When you reach his upper thighs where the stockings end, you realise your boyfriend wears nothing else under the fabric of the dress. 

You internally groan and flip the dress up so that the hem lies on his lower stomach. His cock immediately jumps up to greet you. Your gleeful expression is hard to mask as you realise just how much he’s enjoying this. Almost more than you it seems. Your cold fingertips brush lightly around his most sensitive part and he shifts under you impatiently, a groan emitting from him. 

Your eyes make contact with his, “Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve to be touched, baby?” You question, your almost condescending tone sending a shiver up his spine before he nods. You raise a questioning brow at his wordless answer. “Yes mommy.” 

You nod in approval, moving to lean over his tip before letting a drop of saliva drip from between your lips, landing directly on him. His hands on his stomach clench and when you move your hand to grip him, he sighs in content. His hard cock beneath your hand pulses as you slowly start to pump him, the spit working as a lube to ease to movement. 

You watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and you smirk before moving your hand in fast strokes right under the head of his cock before you bring your other hand up to lightly flick his tip. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of your movements has his back arching up and his eyes closing fully as he throws his head back against the cushions. Fully showing the expanse of his pale throat contrasted to the black choker sitting prettily against his skin. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He warns in a husky voice and you nod in understanding, a sigh leaving his lips thinking you’re going to let him release like this. You give another couple strokes before pulling your hands from him. His head shoots up in disbelief. “Seriously?” He questions a bratty, ungrateful pitch underlying his tone. “You’ll take what you get baby, cause that’s what good boys do.” You point out to which he shoots you a look. 

“What if I don’t wanna be your good boy anymore?” He smirks, his voice holding a sense of victory. You only shrug trying to seem unfazed by his rebuttal. “Then I'll just go to bed.” You state staley, making his jaw drop slightly and his eyes narrow. His expression tells you that you wouldn’t dare leave him like this. Or so he thought. 

He almost begs you to stay when you lift off of him, giving him a faked sad wave as you make your way to your bedroom. You hear him move before you feel or see him. He quickly clatters to his feet, obvious with the noise he makes in the heels as he stands in a rush and staggers over to you. He grasps your wrist pulling you around and you have to hold back the look of awe you want to show. He’s an extra couple inches taller than you, like you thought he’d be. But your good little boy (when he wants to be) has a primal look shadowing beneath the surface of his iris’. He pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together so that you can feel the lacy material of the dress tickling at your bare skin. He pulls you forcefully in for a kiss, hot and messy. Your boyfriend is obviously not a fan of being left unattended to. Whilst you're distracted he pushes you backwards, his hands trailing down the expanse of your back. 

When you hit a solid surface you gasp, pulling back from him causing him to press hard kisses into your jaw and down the side of your neck. He’d pushed you back against the kitchen bench, and you nearly squeal in surprise when he lifts you easily onto the counter. Because of his added height you sit hip to hip with him and he runs his hands over your bare thighs before pulling them around his waist. You groan as he flips his skirt up, before reaching between you two and pinching your clit, eliciting a yelp from you. He lowers his mouth to the side of your head and you feel his breath tingle at the shell of your ear. 

“Good mommy’s don’t leave their little boys unsatisfied.” Is the only thing he says before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s the only preparation you receive before he ruts up into you, slipping in easily. You cry out, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face under his throat. As your mouth parts you feel the fabric of the choker against your lips, so you bite against his throat nibbling the material into your mouth. He groans, his thrusts becoming faster paced and you swore you could feel him throb inside you. You lean back slightly in his grip, your teeth still clenching around his choker tightly. 

You feel his fingers leave prints on your hips as your pull on his neck piece once again has him actually being choked. The noises that escape him make your pussy clench around his cock and you feel another rush of arousal shoot through your body, pulling a deliciously loud moan from between his lips. He starts to shallowly rock against you, the friction on your clit leaving you mewling against him. You feel the moment he cums into you. With the teasing and the way you’re harshly cutting off his breath supply, paired with the way you fit him so well. Always so perfectly accommodating. 

With the feeling of him stuttering up into you, you quickly find yourself following after him, a loud noise similar to a whimper being dragged from your chest. You sit there together and attached to each other. Your head tucked in his neck and his resting gently on the top of yours. You lean up to his ear slowly, trying to not move your hips too much knowing you’re both far too sensitive for that. Your breath gently tickles his ear lobe and another tingle races down his spine at the feeling. 

“Trick or treat?” You hum against his skin, a small smile gracing your lips. 

“Treat. Definitely treat.”

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Can I please request dom!bang chan X sub!fem reader?

How would Bang Chan be with an inexperienced partner?

Just because we know he has a huge corruption kink.

yes I sure can!! I was just waiting for my first thirsty request 😫

idk if this is just me, but I think channie would be a soft dom for sure, he still does all the hardcore “imma bang your pussy” type shiii but at the same time is still his same mushy gushy softy self, ya know? So I deeply apologize if this is not exactly what you wanted! I’ll try to satisfy to my best! thanks for the request my lovely~

ALSO NOT EDITED LOL WARNING!!!

Pairing: dom!!chan x sub!!virgin!!female reader 

Formate: oneshot 

Themes: SMUT, hardcore smut ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!!!! 

warnings:fingering, blowjob, throat fucking, hair pulling, fucking, SEX! 

summery: you and chan go on a date, he gives you the “fuck me eyes” eyes the whole time. Y’all fuck. Also your a virgin.( sorry that summery was shit, but I promise the writing is good! It’s late asf rn and I’m so sleepy!)

His eyes, the look in his eyes. They were calling for you. The way he never took them off of you,even when he took a drink of the red wine in from it him. The way they were dark and filled with passion. The way they would glance at your lips viciously from across the restaurant table. The way they were dark and sharp and lustful. 

You knew what he wanted. You could tell right then. Just by something as simple as his eyes. 

This was you and Chans 8 or 9th date now? You’ve lost count. Y’all have been dating for a handfull of months now, but haven’t had much bed action- 

You have had a few deep make outs, a handjob ONCE! but that was about it. It’s never gotten farther than that. It wasn’t a fact of NOT wanting it. Because oh how you did. You wanted it BAD. Just by the way he would look at you would make you squirm around in your chair, pressing your thighs together all needy like out in public. 

But the fact was that you were a VIRGIN…

Chan was aware of this. He had told you he hadn’t wanted to force you into anything and wanted to wait till you were comfortable. It Just proves how good of a guy he is. But you could tell he wanted it. YOU wanted it. You really were done waiting. Tonight was the night. 

The lights were dim lit at the restaurant, it was very fancy, expensive even. velvet table cloths. Authentic dishware. Very Italian. Very private. 

It was quiet. It was like y’all were having a staring contest of who was gonna break first. You both knew what was on the others mind. The sexual tension could be visible to anyone in a ten mile radius. 

“So-“ Chan broke the unforgivable silence. 

You looked up at him, your hands clasped together, elbows on the tables. Head rested on your hands. Nothing but but you and Chan and the glasses of wine that accompanied you. 

“Hmm- yea?” You replied, he startled you a bit, taking you from your thoughts.

You reached down to take a sip of your wine. Putting the beautiful grape engraved glass up to your lips, taking along sip. 

“Why don’t we have sex tonight?” He leaned forward. Eyes never leaving you. 

You spit back in your wine glass, not thinking he was gonna be as upfront as he was. He chuckled a bit then raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you say beautiful?” 

You looked up for a second then a grin spread across your face. “I’m ready.” 

Chan immediately stood from his chair. He threw a tip on the table and you two were out of that restaurant quicker than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 5 times fast.

The car ride was silent.He was driving faster than usual, his face never left the road. He was ready.

Going up to his apartment you couldn’t help but notice his raging bulge threw his suit pants. His cock was basically about to bust the zipper. It made you gulp just looking at it. 

As soon as he opened the door he threw his keys and wallet on the counter. Then immediately pulled you into a passionate kiss. His hands touching and exploring every inch of your body. His lips were soft ans plump. They tasted of mint chapstick. His tongue slipping in and out of your mouth. Taking control over your tongue almost instantly. You basically melted into his hands. He had you pressed against the wall. Pulling you hair into the kiss. Being a little rougher than your usual make outs. Felt even a little scary for you. 

He pulled away from you looking at you and admiring you. He slipped off his suit jacket,throwing it on the floor. He stopped to look at you once more before picking you up, hands gripping your ass and carrying you to his bedroom. 

He kicked the door open and swung you on the bed. He slipped off his shoes before  pouncing on top of you again. Your lips meet again, aggression up even more. His body plush against yours. You could feel his throbbing dick against your abdomen. You tried moving a bit so it could hit just the right spot to create some friction. 

He pulled his lips away and let out a chuckle. He put his mouth against your ear. You could hear his hitched breath. “Look at you. Rutting against me, so needy y/n.” 

You felt you poor sweet pussy clench. Around nothing. You wanted it. You wanted it so bad. You glanced up with him. Looking at him all innocent like. 

He gave you a sharp look again. Dark eyes staring threw you like He knew exactly what you were thinking. “Baby.” He said sternly. He pressed his hand on your breast and pulled your lace topped red dress down exposing your your lacey black underwear and bra set.  He continued his hand down your body. Watching as you squirmed under him. His hands stopped at the top of your underwear line. “Chan please-“ you let out, trying your best to sound seductive. He grinned. “Baby. You need to be patient. I wanna see if you can handle my fingers first.” He rubbed you threw your soaking underwear. Your juices spilling out the sides nicely. “You must have been wet when we were in the restaurant if you’re this wet now.” He continued rubbing you, he circled his Thumb nicely around your clit. Earning needy moans from you. He then pushed your underwear aside a slide 2 of his long digits deep inside you. Curling them up to hit your gap or just the right way, making your whole body basically go numb. He grinned as he watched you cleannch your eyes, and tense your body. Then immediately started pumping his fingers in and out. Giving no warning. It was fast and hard. You felt like you might melt away with each movement of his fingers. You arched your back as you felt him add a third finger and began to rub your clit with his free hand. The sensation was so overwhelming, he felt your high approach you quicker than you knew it was coming. Your soft velvet walls clenched around his long digits. As you felt that coil burst inside you. Your eyes were glued shut, your fingers were clinching the sheets. chan pulled out his fingers from your sopping cunt. He brought them to his lips and licked all of your juices off. “You taste delicious sweetheart.” You just nodded your eyes were wide and you were still getting over your dream like high. “you really thought it was that good baby?” 

You aggressively nodded. He chuckled. “cute. Now come here.” he sat back against the bed frame spreading his masculine legs nicely. He patted the spot between them for you. you obliged and rubbed his thighs with the palms of your hands then slowly random up to his raging bulge. Rubbing your slim fingers against it. he let out a low grown. “just like that.” You continued yo rub him threw his pants, earning you lots of groans and praise.  But you were seeking more, you wanted a big reaction. He slipped his pants and underwear off. His staff springing out straight against his abdomen. he was big. At least 9-10 inches, girthy and vainy too. He had one of those pretty cocks you see in porn videos. Big Girthy and perfect.

He noticed your drooling and lightly flicked your head. “Baby quit staring.” You shook out of your thoughts. and immediately got to work. you dropped your head down, right in front of his long shaft. You like the long strip down his cock then brought your tongue back up to the top, teasing the tip as they say. Bangchan a groaning mess had had enough. he pulled you by your hair and shoved you all the way down. “Take it!” You choked a bit as his tip was hitting the back of your throat. He brought you back up again and down, guiding your head and pulling at your hair. as he started going faster and taking more control he let go a bit, but never taking his hand off your head. He liked looking down at you. Seeing his beautiful girl taking in his cock so good. It was a beautiful site. He wouldn’t ever wanted to be anyone else. As he began to get close, he took a handful of your hair and begin to throat fuck you. Your drool and pre cum pooling all over the bed. His hips rutted against your lips. You felt him twitch his thrust begin to slow down then all of a sudden he pulled you all the way down on his cock. balls deep. And emptied his salty load right down your throat.

As you pulled away strings of cUm spilled off your lips and from his cock. He looked down at you and brushed his fingers through your hair. “you look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”

He pulled you up into a kiss, tasting his off your lips. You placed yourself on his lap, feeling his cock already get hard again. he flipped you over, him now on top of you. Freeing you have all of your clothes. You were both bare. Naked. And beautiful. You look deep into your eyes. Your faces inches away from each other. “are you ready baby?” he rubbed his tip against your soaking cunt. You nodded, staring into his lustful eyes..  he ground and shook his. “ I need you to say it. Tell me you want it.” you pulled him even closer, “put your cock in me cha-“ before you could even finish it he was pounding your sore pussy, repeatedly. It was almost inhumane. he stretched you out so nicely, it kind of hurt, but it was overweighted by the pleasure that was springing through your body. This had felt nothing like your little fingers pumping so hard inside you. This felt like heaven, like you were flying. He kept Eye contact the entire time. Any time you would look away or close your eyes he would remind you to look at him. “look at me baby.” He said before thrusting his cock deeper inside you. he pressed your G spot so well. you could tell you both were getting close. He pulled you into an aggressive kiss as you both reached your high at the same time. The moans and claps echoing the room were known. Your legs were shaking as we pulled out of you. leaving you feeling empty. you both were sweating and a panting mess. 

He leaned over and threw an arm around you and pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Before you both just passed out. 

You woke up cradled in his arms, his chin resting above your head. This man was your world. you gave him everything. you are his everything. 

side note: hi, I’m really sorry if this is exactly what you wanted, I got a little carried away!!! but I really hope y’all like it! I’d really like some feedback! thank you!

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Always here for degrading Haechan 🔥🔥

Kinktober Day 22

Mastigophilia: A paraphilic sexuoeroticism that hinges on punishment and humiliation.

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, sub!Hyuck, dom!reader

Word Count: 1445 words

Warnings: heavy degradation, humiliation, guided (?) masturbation, Lee Donghyuck has a big dick (😭) mentioned cbt for one split second

A/n: yes, this was heavily inspired by Adam Driver's masturbation scene in Girls (S01 E05, 2012), that I watched with my mom the other night, because I found it hot. Sue me!

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

"Lee Donghyuck!" You shout, a frown sitting deeply on your face. You're usually an admittedly calm person, not easily infuriated, but if there is one thing that gets on your nerves and makes you incredibly angry is when someone misses an appointment you made with them.

Not only is that an incredibly rude thing to do, but it also wastes your precious time. There's about 20 things you can name that you could've done instead of waiting for Donghyuck to pick you up from work. It's not like your day hasn't already been stressful enough, apparently.

Taking your shoes off by the front door and throwing your bag and jacket somewhere on the ground (you're too infuriated to be tidy right now), you walk towards where you know Donghyuck's sitting right now. And when you open the door, you find him just as expected hunched over in front of his computer screen.

You clean your throat, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms, the frown still visible on your face, though your boyfriend seems very much into his game, headset heavy on top of his head so he can't hear you.

Involuntarily, your eye twitches, and you take a deep breath before you stomp over to him, ripping his headset off and turning his chair so he's facing you. He jumps, eyes widening and mouth falling agape.

"Baby!" He smiles, but that smile soon after falls from his features as he notices your distressed look.

"Don't you think there's something you forgot?" You cross your arms once again, foot tapping on the floor impatiently.

"Uh- oh. Oh! Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry! I forgot!" Donghyuck's eyes widen even further as he realizes his mistake. "I was so emerged into my game I totally forgot. I'm so sorry." His pleading eyes almost weaken you. Almost.

"You know what? No! This hasn't been the first time you forgot about me because of your stupid game! I'm sick of this, Donghyuck," you say, disappointment visibly written all over your face and tone.

Donghyuck doesn't answer. He just looks at you, an apologetic expression on his face, but also something else that you can't quite decipher.

"It's rude," you continue, placing one of your hands on the desk top to be able to lean into him a little more, "I'm really, really mad at you right now. I can't believe this keeps happening!"

Donghyuck gulps, then nods, his eyes switching between looking into your eyes, at your lips and your slightly exposed cleavage. You can't believe it.

"I can't believe it," you scoff, standing upright once again, pointing an accusing finger at him, "I'm scolding you right now and you really have the nerves to look at my fucking tits?"

"I'm- sorry-" Donghyuck whispers, shifting in his seat as he looks back into your eyes.

"You know what? You should be! And-" your eyes wander over to his screen for a brief second, "are you kidding me?! Is that the game we wanted to start together?"

Donghyuck whines, but it sounds weirdly similar to what he sounds like when you two are in bed together. You squint your eyes at him, taking in his features. His eyebrows are scrunched ever so gently, cheeks blushed, eyes glazed over, and his lower lip is stuck between his teeth. You scoff once more, chuckling in disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me," you breathe out, hand coming up to stroke over your own face. Your boyfriend is aroused by your scolding. And you find it kind of hot.

"Wha-" Donghyuck starts, but you're fast to shut him up by grabbing onto his jaw to lift his head closer to your face.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" You hold eye contact, an amused expression on your face. "You're so fucking pathetic, Donghyuck."

Donghyuck twitches in his seat, pressing his lips together to hold back a moan, but fails miserably as the sound of lust tumbles from his plush lips. As much as you hate to admit it, his reaction turns you on beyond belief, so you do everything you can to hide that fact.

"Don't tell me you're fucking hard," you say, immediately looking, and reaching down with your free hand to confirm your suspicion. As soon as you touch him, his hips buck into your touch, pressing his unmistakable errection right into your palm.

"Fucking hell." you shake your head before letting go of his jaw forcefully. "Didn't know my cute boyfriend is such a pathetic slut."

"Help me, please," Donghyuck lets out, hands gripping onto his chair desperately as his thighs press together, trying to grant himself some sort of relief.

"Help you?! Are you joking? I'm not going to help a little whore like you out. If you get fucking hard from me scolding you, that's your own fucking problem, don't you think?"

"Yes, but-" Donghyuck whines, squirming even more in his chair.

"But," you mock, "what? What do you want, huh? Want me to touch you?"

Donghyuck nods quickly, pleading eyes looking up at you cutely, and you almost give in, which leads to you suddenly lifting your foot to place it in between his thighs. Donghyuck's eyes flutter, a groan erupting from the depths of his throat. You grin.

"If you want to cum, you'll have to do it yourself."

You remove your foot, and Donghyuck wastes no time in pushing his pants down, revealing his big, leaking cock to your eyes. You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't make you want to drop this whole act and just sit on it, but you kind of want to see where this goes. "Touch yourself. Come on."

And, a little surprisingly, he does. Usually, he's so much of brat that you have to repeat most of your instructions several times until he listens, but you're really glad that this is something that gets him all submissive and compliant.

"You're such a bad boy. Honestly, missing our date is one thing, but getting off on this is really just bad."

"Yeah? H-how bad?" Donghyuck stutters, breath hitching in his throat as his hand speeds up around his shaft. His left hand's grabbing onto the chair so harshly his knuckles are turning white. God, how much you love this stupid boy.

"Really bad. Really, fucking bad. It's weird. It's disgusting, really."

Donghyuck whimpers, teeth catching onto his lower lip once more.

"It's just pathetic how you're so worked up that you have to touch your big cock in front of me. Aren't you embarrassed? You should be."

"Embarrassed for touching m-my big cock?" Donghyuck repeats shakily, fist clenching around his length as he hurriedly strokes himself.

"Yeah. You're such a filthy boy. Bad, bad boy," you say, letting your head fall to the side, a fake pout resting on your lips. "Are you sorry?"

"F-for what?"

"Sorry for getting off on this. Sorry for touching yourself so shamelessly in front of me. Sorry for being such a disgusting, pathetic fucking slut. Are you sorry?"

"Y-yes, fuck!" Donghyuck's eyes close for a second, eyebrows scrunching together before he catches your gaze again. He looks so hot, eyes completely watery, cheeks blushed deeply red and with a little bit of drool on his chin.

"How sorry?"

"Really sorry," he cries.

"Why don't you say that to me again?" You say, placing your hands on his desk and chair to be able to invade his personal space a little more, a smirk on your face.

"I'm sorry."

"Why don't you say that to me again like you mean it?" Your grin spreads even more the closer you lean into his face, never missing the chance to look down at his fat cock in disapproval.

"I'm sorry!"

"Again."

"I'm s-sorry!" Donghyuck cries, a genuine tear escaping his eye.

"Hurry the fuck up, you've already wasted enough of my fucking time." You say, suddenly pressing your lips against his for a chaste, but passionate kiss. He groans against your lips, and you can feel the thin layer of sweat that's spread over his beautiful face.

You pull back, far enough to be able to watch his whole form touching himself.

"C-could you step on my balls?" Donghyuck suddenly asks. Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me??" You shout, and that seems to be the last thing Donghyuck needed to cum. Thick ropes of cum squirt from his fat cock, coating his hand, shirt and thighs. A genuine smile forms on your face as you take in his panting form.

Yes, this is definitely the guy you want to marry.

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I always know I'm in for a good read with your fics, but it's 3 for 3 where the smut just took me on a roller coaster ride 😮‍💨

Demon Jaemin and the descriptions of his obsession and day dreams of ruining you 😵‍💫 and that reveal when he finally shows you the video OMFG!!! 🔥🔥🔥 all I want for Halloween is Demon Jaemin ruining me and breeding demon babies into me 🤯

FR Great fic to rly get into Halloween 💖 🎃 this is like a perfect seedy exploitation horror film you feel rly dirty but also super duper hot watching on Halloween reveling in the best/worst parts 🥺🔥 TY always for your amazing smut!!! 💞

Sleep Therapy (M)

Pairing. demon Jaemin x femaler reader

Genre. That Boy Is A Monster AU, life after Be There For You, explicit smut, M/F, dark fic

Warnings. heavy dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m serious. thanks.), somnophilia, breeding, rough and unprotected sex, impreg kink, demon lore, camera use, praise/degradation, obsessive behavior

WC. 6.6(6)k

Now Playing. Slept So Long/Jay Gordon

‘Just wanted to watch you sleep. Wanted to be part of your dreams.’

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

Herbal teas, over the counter Melatonin, even prescribed sleep medication that could knock out a small child for days scattered your living room table; piled up only to mock you.

Useless, all of it completely useless as you enter another night of restless sleep.

Debilitated by lack of rest has forced you to take a sabbatical from work, per the suggestion of your regular physician. One week at the hospital under careful watch had you in tears every morning, pleading for something to help you. Anything.

It was more than the bags formed under your eyes. Hallucinations had become a reoccurring issue the longer you walked around like a living dead girl, unclear visions of men transforming into monsters; nightmares turned into reality.

“A sleep clinic might be our last hope,” your physician shrugs, having only reached this point with you after insisting you must be exaggerating. “I’ve contacted Dr. Na at the Vision Clinic, he’s the best Somnologist in the district. You should be in great hands.”

Great hands.

Great hands that led up to built up arms confined in a lab coat. Broad shoulders and a warm handsome smile that seems too blinding to even stare at for much long.

Dr. Na floats around his desk to greet you, light as a feather with the most calm of demeanors.

He smells lovely, soothing in a way similar to a hot stove warming up holiday cookies. Nothing too strong, but just enough to pick up a whiff of as he embraces your hand in greeting.

“My new patient.” He speaks with sparkling pearly white teeth on display. Every inch of him is a reminder of how wealthy Doctors are, from the silver Rolex watch adorning his wrist down to his freshly shined designer shoes.

He manages to maintain warmth in his gaze despite the obvious differences between the two of you.

Greasy hair, flesh empty of life and sweats you’ve turned into daily wear paired with fluffy Ugg slippers stand before him on your meek frame. Shyly nodding when he double checks how to pronounce your name and directs you to sit.

Dr. Na seemed too young to be a seasoned professional in this field. He couldn’t be much older than his mid-twenties. Albeit difficult to truly take him in full admiration as he sits against the ledge of the large crimson wooden oak desk placed in the center of his office. He takes time to run through your chart again, repeating the things you’ve heard for months now. No prior health issues or concerning conditions, a proper diet and lifestyle, nothing that could conclude how you’d end up here.

“How’s your caffeine intake?” Dr. Na asks with a charming lift at the corners of his mouth.

“Haven’t had any in two months now.”

“There are many causes behind insomnia.” Dr. Na nods, scribbling notes down while explaining. “I’ll schedule an MRI scan for later today to conduce if this could be connected to a chemical imbalance.”

“Chemical imbalance?”

“Emotional stress, perhaps trauma, lifestyle changes.” He smiles, akin to the way a Kindergarten teacher may when speaking to a naive child. “We will figure it out.”

Scribbling a few more notes, Dr. Na rips out a section of paper instructing you to head down to the cafeteria designated for patients to eat a proper meal. “I’ll be sending out the order for new medication to try. When it arrives at your room please make sure to follow the nurses directions and take them all. I will come by to check on you as soon as I have an open window of time.”

Dr. Na shifts to stand, the full size of him shadowed above your frail exhausted frame. “We’ll see how your nightmares play out this evening, once I can look through your MRI scan results we can move on to other options, such as hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis?” Even your speech comes out in a lazy drawl. Tongue heavy and dry, dizzy on your feet when you get up to head down. Already aware that you wouldn’t be eating much, even lifting a fork to your lips drained you.

“Of course, it’s one of my specialties.” He chuckles. “Might sound silly but I have a real knack for mind control, you’d be surprised how easy it is to dominate the human mind. It’s easier than training an animal.”

If it wasn’t for the speckled white dots infiltrating your vision, you might’ve noticed the slight change in Dr. Na’s expression. The flicker of black consuming his iris, the drag of his tongue across his upper row of teeth, and the amused hum passing through his throat as he takes in your appearance up close.

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

It’s been longer than that, months of watching you come in and out of your apartment. Endless days of parking far enough across from you to fly under your radar.

There was no rush, until there was.

Suddenly you had a companion walking you to your car after work, you had a reason to shop for pretty dresses, you sprayed more perfume on and smiled to yourself when opening up notifications on your phone.

Suddenly you felt further away, distracted by him. The stupid new much too friendly Economics professor who had found a way to stayed plastered to your side.

It’s too late anyway.

The sound of Jaemin’s knuckles cracked, echoing loud enough to lift your head with a glance around the coffee shop you frequented. He stayed leaned back in a corner less lit up, less noticeable, especially to someone as oblivious as you.

Someone so carefree and innocent, someone who didn’t even bother to make sure to grab the right drink from the counter when the barista called out your name. It was too easy to blindside you, drop a concoction of sleep medication in your cup as he picked up a quad shot Americano sitting near your milky vanilla latte.

Sip after sip had you yawning despite the powerful caffeine. Time and time again your usual morning pick-me-up failed you, to the point that you argued with the baristas about changing ingredients and formula.

It was too late.

Half asleep and drowsy, your key prodded at your front door in frustration, collapsing against it with your eyes shut and a crushed sigh.

The trap had been laid out, more out of enjoying the breakdown of watching you suffer and lose interests in everything the more you stayed awake night after night.

It made him laugh, entertained pulling on invisible puppet strings where he watched from down the hall as you crumbled to your knees, whining desperately for the key to unlock your apartment.

Weak, a perfect victim.

Jaemin had spent time finding you, it hadn’t been easy. Escaping hell never is afterall, bargains had to be made.

A vessel for his spawn, a strong healthy human vessel that could survive demonic childbirth. That was Johnny’s demands.

‘More than 1, I expect you to bring back many.’

You’d only be the first of the batch, the first to carry his lineage, the first to take his seed and hand over every bit of strength your little body had left in it after he finished.

and you’re perfect, immaculate in every way to carry his first child. The epitome of woman from the inside out. The sole purpose of your existence to be bred full, nothing but a hole to fuck.

Jaemin can’t deny the sick pleasure he gets just from watching you nearly pass out at your front door. A bump on your head the next day would be the only hint of what possibly took place. The bulky arms cradling your limp figure to bed would feel like a faded memory, the sound of your door being kicked shut, nothing more than a foreign thought, a distorted picture of a man hovering above you stripping off your clothing to settle you into your bed more of a nightmare than a dream.

Demons don’t have hearts, they don’t feel, they don’t care.

But you’d always be the first.

You’d always be special in comparison to the rest. The first kill of the hunt, the first prey to fall victim, the conquest alone would be more monumental than any of the rest. You’d be his favorite memory, the one he chose first.

Hunger and ache to destroy mattered more, and as his thick fingers dragged down your stomach, following the path of breaths lifting your ribs higher and lower, he salivates. He swallows at a dry itch at the bottom of his throat, fingers crushing your waist to dip in harder.

“Sleep tight princess.” He always spoke to you, a mere muffled sound in your mind.

Muffled sounds, staggered breaths, heavy weight suppressing your lungs and throat. Pain and fear, a dark sensation followed whenever the recollection of thoughts swarmed around.

It could be after a shower, brushing through your hair, applying lotion, dressing for work. The shadowed memory of something you can’t prove ever happened lingers.

Not even the pain in your lower back, the soreness between your thighs or marks blooming across your skin make any sense. Every idea or thought only seemed less plausible. No sign of break in, no clue to indicate intrusion to your home.

The thought of a demon stalking you day and night would never cross your mind.

Demons aren’t real.

Religion had never been an interest for you, your family hadn’t pushed any beliefs to follow. Most of what you’d learn about religious mythology stemmed from horror films, and demons just seemed like such an outlandish idea. A joke.

Why would you ever assume the doctor assigned to solve your problems could be the root of them.

Jaemin watches you sleep for the hundredth time, removing the crisp white lab coat to hang on a hook. He sits near the special bed for out-patients, away from the noise of machines and heart monitors. It’s quiet, peaceful and calm even as you sweat, breathe heavily and twist to hide your face.

Ruined. Mind deteriorated by dark evil, by happenings you have no control over.

It’s not the first time he’s visited your slumbering figure, your bare skin more ingrained in his mind than your clothed one.

The doors locked, nurses working the night shift too busy with sick patients to check on someone knocked out with sleep disorder.

Upon Dr. Na’s instructions no one should come by. As he undoes the buttons of his smooth ironed shirt he grins to himself. A camera’s set up in the room to capture your sleep schedule, how often you wake, if you sleep at all.

The dosage of medication you consumed tonight would be enough to tranquilize even a large dog. There’s no way you’d wake up tonight.

He didn’t want you to remember tonight, as much as the thought of your eyes fluttering open letting out a shrill scream when you see the visual above you made his cock twitch. A tingle burned from the bottom of his spine to his throat. It’d be fun to have you half-lucid, shouting and begging for him to stop.

But it’s more appealing to watch your arm flop limp at your side. Entertained by the way you seem uncomfortable even as you sleep.

Special.

Jaemin thinks about it, pushing the hospital gown up past your waist. He sucks at saliva filling his cheeks taking in the cute pair of light rosey toned panties hiding your center. You’re not even wet, yet, not that he cares. His cock only hardens thinking about it, smoothing down the expanse of your inner thighs. You’ll struggle more to take his size, cry and curl in to get away. Grip at the sheets by your head for some semblance, for anything to ground you and focus your pain elsewhere.

It’s not the first time he’s slowly tugged off your underwear. It’s not the first time he’s stretched your thighs open as far as they’re willing to go. The small scrunch in your nose informing him the pull hurts your hips, it aches up to your groin.

This is good, Jaemin thinks, this is good because he wants you to remember this. He wants you to know you’ve been claimed, fucked by something devilish and unholy. Touched and destroyed by sin in its human form. He wants you to see how well you take it, how your pilant body still manages to jerk and roll up seeking more of his length to dig deeper inside of you.

Tossing your underwear aside, he pauses to blink at the red light flashing on the camera. Recording everything he’s about to do.

He’s waited, waited so long that his cock twitches fiercely against his thigh at the visual of your exposed cunt.

Jaemin wants to take his time, savor the natural scent flowing from your middle. Drag his fingers aimlessly between your folds until you slicken up obscenely, bite every inch of skin, slap and knead handfuls of meaty flesh in a rough manner. Turn you on your stomach to force your ass up in his face, push your pussy folds open just to watch your hole plead. Empty. Begging for a fucking demon to fuck you even if it hurts, even if you don’t actually want it.

He wants to take his time, but he can’t. It’s been months of pulling out, jerking off on your pretty face, cooing and mewling above your cum splattered stomach. Smearing the warm arousal up your chest dreaming of the day he pours load after load inside of you.

and it’s time, it’s time to ruin you for good. Force your unconscious body to take and take.

One hand delicately tugs and strokes himself, hissing as he jerks away from his thumb rubbing across the head. Precum gathered there smearing around the tip, coating it in a thin layer of sticky gloss. His other hand works away the gown hiding your full breasts, ripping off the flimsy garment easily. Easy access to strip a patient, easier access to have you bare and ready for him.

His breath staggers, gliding the pads of his fingers down your chest. Your sternum rising and falling as a human should, because you’re full of life, full of emotions and feelings he could never understand anymore.

The connection to his human self evaded his memory years ago. Void of the life he once had, lifeless, mindless and consumed by nothing but the desire to create pain. To watch a stupid human like you in agony.

A stupid, stupid, pretty little human. Nothing more than a warm blood filled fleshlight to fuck.

Jaemin lets out a chuckle, dropping his neck back to stroke himself above your stomach. Slapping down the middle of your abdomen a few times just to watch your skin tremble beneath, just to picture how far deep inside of you he can reach. With your hips pushed up and expanded, he knows you’ll birth a child for him easily. A new spawn to create a powerful army in hell. The first of his bloodline to lead and carry on the fight for evil.

He knows you’ll make it through, because he won’t give you a choice.

Rubbing the head of his cock up from where your stomach dips to your navel, he almost wishes you’d wake up. Your weak arms would push up, slap his chest, punch his arms, burst into tears with protests.

That will come, in time.

In the meantime, he prods your belly button, smirking at the thought of fucking you there too. Fucking every hole on you just for fun, because who fucking cares what the king of hell demanded. Jaemin’s going to fuck you until only his needs are met and fulfilled.

The thought races through him spine to balls, hunching forward as he shifts on his knees. The bed dipping and creaking under his weight, switching to rub the tip on your clit.

Still dry.

Dry but warm. Warm enough to be incinerated by the jagged rub of his size passing between your folds. It’s dry, but it’s fucking good, just to feel your fleshy folds struggle along his veiny stiff rod. Just to feel your skin pucker against the sticky pre-cum coating areas of his shaft.

He grunts, rubbing his cock against the plush feel of your parted pussy folds, sneaking quick glimpses of your hole— so tight and closed up. Too tight to take his size without it hurting, without ruining your pussy to only take his cock.

He’s way too big, and he knows it. He knows it from the amount of times he's played with you, just swiping against your cunt. Teasing himself to the point of mind-numbing overstimulation by putting in just the tip. Whimpering even in your sleep from the push ripping you open.

Sucking at the drool lining his bottom lip, he staggers for a minute, pushing side to side against your pussy. Lazily drawing his eyelids up to take in your angelic face once more, so much purity and tenderness. All of it soon to be his.

The slumber you’ve drifted off into isn’t peaceful in the least. It’s hot, weighing down on your chest, an itch passing through your nerves. Running through endless hallways filled with doors leading to nothing, nothing but black emptiness.

It’s been Jaemin all along, smoothing your hair away from your face. Snaking his lips over your body layering patterns of kisses. Jerking off for hours on your face, chest, stomach, anywhere he felt like.

He thinks about it again, nudging in not even half of the tip against your resistant entrance. A rubber band-like snap pinches around the width of his size. The skin sucking around him already appears damaged, further arousing him to inflict pain upon you, to make it hurt. Make it hurt knowing you have no choice but to take it and enjoy it against your will.

Groping your jaw with one thick hand, he turns your restless passed out face to watch him; easy to picture your eyes shooting up full of red vessels and tears. It burns from his chest to his lower back, swiveling his hips to push in the rest of the tip of his length. The bulbous mushroom shaped cap suffocates inside of you. Dry and tight as fuck, he thinks fervently, hissing between his teeth shining under the dim light as his lips part in moan.

It’s more than good just to feel you choke around the tip, your mouth falling open with a staggered breath allowing him to pinch and roll your plump bottom lip between his fingers.

Jaemin pauses, once more absorbing just how lifeless and limp you lay spread open. Part of him craves for you to wake, to stare up in shock paralyzed by fear, to be able to relive the torture he’s prepared to demonstrate. To enjoy it, because you’re actually nothing but a filthy slut; his own little human fuck doll.

It’s time. It’s finally time.

Saliva drenched digits drag down your chin, the center of your throat, dipping between your exposed breasts. Hardened pebbled nipples peak upward, more stiff from the chilled air circulating the room than excitement. You’re too unaware to feel aroused or anxious, too lucid, lost in the nightmare grappling you through hell.

Even if you were to wake up, Jaemin would only fuck you harder, tackle you down to take, take, take.

A shot of exhilaration curls through his gut, tugging his spine toward his navel as he hunches closer with one hand planted by your head to stay propped up. Jaemin’s gaze locks on your core, a pussy made just for him, because it doesn’t matter who fucked you before. He’d be the last.

The slow drag out of you draws an anguished sounds from the back of his throat. He needs to see you one more time, one more time before he claims and makes you useless for anyone else.

With a fist wrapped around his length, his other hand palms your cunt, shoving your swelling slit open to see the full visual of your hole. So empty, tiny, like a fucking virgin.

It really makes his head spin for a minute, rubbing the pad of his finger in a circular motion over your entrance. The airy gurgle that escapes your lungs shoots his eyes wide, focused on your face burying into a pillow. He tugs on himself a few more times, mindlessly rolling two digits over the precum that won’t stop leaking. He needs to fuck you, now.

Stifling a grunt, Jaemin shifts an inch closer, wrapping a thick bicep under your thigh to spread you open more. The head of his cock swipes between your core, slapping down heavy. Heavy and loud despite the lack of wet to clash against. Wedged up as close as possible between your thighs, and Jaemin has to grit his teeth to contain a growl. Pushing his hips forward to rub the underside of his cock against your clit, he wants to let out a throaty cry; a muted sound of pain when he feels it.

You’re clenching around nothing, seeking something.. someone to fuck you. Unaware of what your body is even asking him to do. Each drag spurs your hole to clamp down more, the first push of wetness spewing out smears against his balls. His throat tightens up swiping between you again, the tip teasing and brushing against your entrance without entering.

Jaemin’s nostrils suck in, inhaling a deep breath as he watches his cock bounce off your fleshy folds in slow-like-motion. Nasty, so nasty and raw, wet for anyone like the textbook definition of a fucking whore.

The next stroke along his cock glides easily, wet from your dripping pussy, wet because your body wants him whether you’re awake or not. He doesn’t care, but he knows it, he knows from the way you stare. The dreams you have of him not even under his influence.

Pressing at your hole again has him drooling, laving at the innerwalls of his mouth to collect the saliva that won’t stop from pouring.

“Fuck.” Jaemin finally grunts, biting down on his teeth as he sinks inside of you. It’s wet and tighter than he could have ever imagined. The hand wrapped around himself hardly comparable after many nights spent jerking off on your backside.

A smooth thrust fill you up eagerly, a perfect fit making it too hard to hold back from cramming into you balls deep.

Jaemin stills for a minute, long eyelashes fan on the tops of his cheeks. Swallowing harsh enough for his Adam's apple to visibly bob up and down the length of his dipped back neck. “So fucking good, just like I knew you would be.”

Palms scramble along the sides of your thighs, grinding forward to watch your mouth fall open again. A silent cry he wants to hear echo through the room simply not enough. Reaching for your waist, Jaemin pins your upper half to the bed, wiggling his hips to keep your thighs around his sides.

“Wet like a whore.” Jaemin snickers, clicking his tongue along the backs of his teeth. The painful circle of his hips fills the room with gasped whines, grinning to himself because you’re enjoying it. You like getting fucked, even in your sleep. He could care less with the sole mission to breed you full of cum consuming his head. He thrusts finally, the head of his size catching on your hole earning a louder moan.

The warmth gripping his dick feels mind-numbing, the most he’s felt in months since hunting you down, and his pace alters immediately as the feeling finally gets to him. You’re his for the taking, his and only his.

“Mine.” Jaemin mutters to himself, ruthlessly thrusting back into you in a jerky motion. It’d be painful if you were awake, his pace alternating from meticulously deep rolls of his hips to sloppy, aggressive and messy. The sound of wetness more overbearing than the clap of your skin colliding.

He’s frantic, knowing he can fuck you like his as long as he pleases, and you can’t do anything about it.

Jaemin’s thick arms bracket your head, nose hovered above your lips. Moan after moan sounding more excruciating than the last. Fucking into your tight cunt like a man who just discovered the glory of a fleshlight, reckless abandonment. The ache against your groin and thighs one guaranteed to last for weeks to come.

“So fucking good for me angel.” Jaemin praises, head thrown back when you clench around him. It makes him laugh like a maniac, amused by the idea of you listening, hearing everything he says. Dropping his face to your throat, he licks up your jaw to your earlobe, nibbling before he whispers. “Pretty baby loves getting fucked like a slut.”

A sigh sings from your lips, the prettiest sigh he’s ever heard. A sigh that runs in circles throughout his kind, turning to drop his cheek against yours with wide eyes focused on shut ones. The heavy weight of your eyelids taunting him, pushing him to fuck harder for just a glimpse of your hidden iris.

He could cum off that alone, and it punches through him with the next thrust burying his thick fat length as deep inside of you as he can. Surely deep enough to rip through your insides, the weight of his heavy cock poking between your pressed together stomachs with each pointed thrust.

Jaemin’s obsessed with the grip your pussy gives, needing to feel you lock you and struggle to take him through your unwanted pleasure once more. Snaking his hand between your connected lower halves, he roughly rubs at your engorged clit, fat between his fingers from neglect. The need to cum more prevalent for the both of you than he cares about, but it feels too good to force his size past your shrunken hole.

“You’re so fucking good for me. You don’t even know.” Jaemin babbles to himself, nose digging into your cheekbone to quiet the groan ripping through his chest. The sound of your wetness fills the room up in the most obscene way, splashing against his thighs and stomach with each impactful land of his hips.

“Ah—fuck!” A string of curses soars free, jostling you up the hospital bed that struggles to stay in place as he fucks you at a near inhumane pace. The whites of your eyes gleam with his next thrust, rolled back from the powerful hit that arches your back involuntarily.

“Fuck you all night, gonna fuck you everyday.”

Jaemin cries out, ripping a chunk of your hair with a balled up fist to unveil the column of your throat, biting down as the coiling heat in his gut becomes too overwhelming.

And he cums, screaming with his teeth dug into your skin. Bits of skin scraped off by his sharp canine teeth, but still not enough to wake you, even as you let out a weak moan intensely squirting release around his size.

It’s almost too hard to stay put inside of you, having to realign his weight to keep his cock in despite the wet arousal bursting trying to shove him out.

It’s more desperate than he wanted, to fuck you like he owns you, because he does now. You’re his from inside out now. You’ll always be his.

Jaemin’s flopping down to his stomach, pushing your pussy folds open to ensure every drop of cum disappears. He has to fight back the urge to lean in, slurp of the slick wet coating your labia to watch your hope convulse, twitch and swallow down the white mess of cum passing through.

“We always have tomorrow to keep trying.” He grins wolfishly, throwing your gown back on without a care. “and the day after that.”

The camera shuts off, near the end of it’s battery life, and thinks the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Scooting back toward your heaving figure, he leisurely trails up one of your thighs, playfully pushing them apart to memorize how damaged he’s left you. A fat wad of cum bubbles deep in your stretched out hole, gaped around nothing, sore and painful looking.

When morning comes you’ll wonder again why your body hurts so much. You’ll cry miserably, losing your patience, ready to end your battle, ready to give up. That’s what Jaemin wants anyway.

“Goodnight angel.”

It’s been over a week now of staying at the clinic, and you feel worse than when you arrived.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good nights sleep?”

The questions rhetorical, not that you’d be able to decipher the true meaning behind your doctors words.

Between nightmares altering reality and mixing up different prescribed medications, you no longer had a grasp on time. Nothing felt real anymore, even the metal table before you reflecting your exhausted lifeless appearance felt like some horrific illusion.

“I can’t remember.”

Dr. Na leans closer to you with his elbows propped on the table to perch his chin in his hands. A soft yet devious smile painted on his lips as he watches you lose your fight.

“I’ll show you what you have forgotten.”

Dr. Na could say anything to you at this point really. Beyond the horrific visions taking over your brain, your body felt like it was breaking down on you. Every muscle sore, even your bones ached, new marks of bruising appeared everyday.

“I believe, I’ve figured out what’s keeping you awake.” The doctor says, turning to a rolly table at his side. Click clacks of typing sounds throughout the empty room, clearing his throat as he turns a black screen to face you.

“You have?”

Dr. Na stands, he smooths back a bang piece of hair that's fallen loose. The lab coat fitting his frame perfectly begins to slips from his wide shoulders and he removes it without breaking eye contact.

“You see, you’re a special case to me.” He continues, rounding the table to stand behind where you sit with his heavy palms weighing down on your slumped shoulders. “I’ve invested so much time and energy into you.”

Dr. Na’s lips pout behind you, gathering your hair off to one side to tickle down the side of your marked up throat. Marks left behind from his ruthless grip choking away your breath while he fucked you harder and deeper without anything or anyone to restrain him.

“In return, I need you to listen.”

“Doctor?” He could be speaking a foreign language as far as you’re concerned. Tilting your chin to the side to look up at him, your forehead wrinkles confused, met with the always handsome comforting face. Big doe eyes that round in a precious way that makes you feel as if everything will be ok.

“Shh shh” pinching your chin, Dr. Na turns you to face the screen, leaning the weight of his chest against the back of your head as he reaches over. Fingers click down, a video of your sleeping figure taking over the laptop screen.

“Did I do something in my sleep?” You wonder, watching as you struggle to stay still. Your feet kick the more you turn side to side, it’s uncomfortable to see yourself in distress.

“Not quite, angel.” Dr. Na huffs, continuing to push his chest closer to you. He has you hunched in closer, face lit up by the screen. Surprised as the doctor appears, and bright red eyes flash in the direction of the camera. A glitch because of the dim-lighting, you decide. “But I did.”

It’s shocking, disgusting, and humiliating to see what happens next. The choked gasp that pours from your mouth trapped by a large hand slapping down on your lips.

“You see, I chose you sweetie.” Dr. Na’s tone falls an octave, the sugary sweetness behind his words disappearing. “This whole time, I molded you, prepared you for this.”

He nods, pushing his other hand down to grip and hold your stomach. “To carry my future child, to birth my spawn.”

Screams go muffled beneath the palm splayed over your mouth, shoved up with an arm belted around your waist to bend over on the table. Dr. Na rips at the hospital gown covering your backside, arching your neck with his powerful hold on your face to force you to continue watching him take advantage and use your body.

“I said shush!” He sounds more demonic now, displaying an inhuman strength as he shreds off your underwear. The chill air floating through the room smacks your core quickly sending your knees to clink together. Fearful as you watch the man on screen rip you open from the inside. “Almost liked you better asleep.”

He has the audacity to laugh when tears trickle down his fingers, kicking your thighs open with a knee as he plants against your bent body. The cool table melting against your heated flesh with his hips smacking into your bottom. Three fingers shove into your mouth as you attempt to scream for help, someone, anyone to hear you and stop what happens next.

“You see,” fingers drag up the backs of your thighs, gripping roughly where they land on your ass to spread you apart. Sucking in air between his teeth at the sight of your ruined hole, swollen and painfully stretched from the amount of times he’s fucked you through the night now. “You’re perfectly healthy, couldn’t be better. A little stupid, but you’re human afterall.”

He doesn’t explain more than that, thrusting his fingers deeper into your mouth to quiet the coughs and cries spilling out of you. The sound of a zipper opening has you weakly attempting to thrash back, fight him off.

He’s too big, he’s too strong, too powerful to kick away.

The first touch of his bare skin shoots your eyes open, crying out as his girth lands against your core.

He’s too big. He’s too fucking big, and he’ll break you.

Pleads fall empty trying to pray for mercy, his cock only leaking out more spurts of precum as a murmured ‘please God’ sounds.

“God can’t help you now, sweet little angel.” He sneers, rubbing the length of his size between your folds just as he begins to on the screen. The hold on your jaw forces you to watch each action, to watch the way he manipulates your body to do as he pleases.

“Don’t want it princess?” He grunts shakily, growling in his chest because you’re already wet. So fucking nasty, hot and wet between your thighs, canting back to meet his cock ramming against your meaty folds. “But look at how much you loved it.”

He shakes your head in a mocking manner, much like a child being punished for uttering a bad word. The screen too blurry behind your tears, but the image is clear enough to see your doctor take advantage of you in your most innocent helpless state.

“Please, please doctor…please.”

The sound of his tongue clicking in dismay echoes like a jeer, circling your entrance with the tip the more you plead. “Jaemin. Enough of this bullshit doctor act.”

Nothing he says to you makes sense anymore, incapacitated by his weight crushing your feeble body to the table. Deeming your pussy wet enough, he scoots forward to sandwich past your clamped thighs, kicking a foot roughly between your knees for more leverage. He wants it to hurt, wants you to scream to make up for all the times he’s let you enjoy it, wants to see you cry and beg for him to stop.

One swoop forward gives him exactly what he desires, shallowly fucking his full heavy girth in even with how tight you still manage to be. The video on screen displays a similar act, different in position, lacking the blood curdling screams and cries you let out as he mocks and laughs.

“So pretty baby, you’re so pretty for me.” Jaemin licks at his upper lip, jostling against you a few times as he turns you by your chin to look at him, cracking your neck with the strain. “Can I fuck you? Huh?”

He laughs again, an arrogant disgusting laugh, emphasizing the question with another piston of his hips. “Can I? My sweet angel can take it. You already have.”

It’s too easy, you’re nothing but a mindless hole succumbed to his strength. The man behind you more demonic than anything, the gentle features of your concerned doctor turned dark, menacing, purely evil.

His hips hammer wildly, keeping your face turned to the side to watch the way he ravages your body. To watch him destroy and rip away your soul.

Every choked miserable cry you let out only heightens his pleasure, snapping his hips brutally against your backside. The pain hits from both ends with each dig of your thighs and pelvic bone cutting against the table.

“You were tighter the other night.” He spits, wadding up saliva to aim at the middle of your fast. The nasty thick wetness trickling from the bridge of your nose to the puddle of snot and drool accumulated on your lips. “Already fucking loose, you know what that means?”

Fingers squeeze past his relentless hips, shoving between your buttcheeks to scratch at your rim earning a shriek and scurry of your feet to get away. The sadistic laugh that booms out behind you sending shrill fear up your spine, tightening up around the length punching in and out of you with intention to hurt.

“Ah, fuck, yeah. Like that.” Jaemin pushes back, choking your neck from behind to hold you down. Palm smacking down angrily on your rim. “but not today.”

He reaches around, finding your clit between his middle and index finger to pinch and roll until you lift onto your tippy toes with a gurgled scream. “Can’t fuck a baby into you back there.”

“Doctor, please! Stop!” Between heavy breaths and sniffles, Jaemin keeps laughing, biting on his lips from the conflict in your tone. Your pussy locked around his length begging for more the louder your cry and protests.

“Don’t have to beg.” He taunts, licking up your back to bite down on your jaw, his fingers continuing to pleasure your bundle of nerves incessantly. “Gonna fuck you full of cum regardless. You’re so wet for me princess.”

It’s sick, sensing the last semblance of energy leaving your fingertips, the hold you had on the table goes numb, shaking against your will as orgasm rips through you making Jaemin growl and fuck harder past the convulsing around his size. He crushes against you completely, knocking your lungs free of all air, desperately twitching as he paints your insides once again.

He’s quick to recover, faster than you can process, pulling out to throw you down onto your knees and stroke the last spurts of cum onto your lips before you can try to crawl away.

“You’re mine now.” Dr. Na’s chest beats up and down drenched in sweat. You shouldn’t like it, but as you wait for the bile to rise up your esophagus you can’t look away. The pads of his fingers clean your chin, pushing release past your swollen abused lips. Nodding with his chin that you swallow it all.

“What did I just say?” He tuts, pushing two digits down on the middle of your tongue until you cough and choke. Jerking out with a river of drool streaming out onto the floor, onto his designer loafers.

“I’m yours.” You repeat, sniffling with a cough as the tangy taste of cum lodges in your throat. It’s everywhere, rubbed raw onto your skin, stuck between your teeth. The statement is nothing but true as he watches you swallow.

“Exactly.” Dr. Na scoops you up, perched on the edge of the table to slap your thighs open. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget that.”

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I love CIX soft hours so much 💞

hii i just discovered your blog <3 can u write a fluffy headcannon of how the members would comfort their partner after having a tough day?

CIX x Comforting their S/O after a rough day

*Yonghee’s has a bit of a smutty theme oops

Byounggon

Wants to be all affectionate

But once he notices your mood is off he starts pouting and asking what’s wrong

Literally won’t stop asking until you tell him what’s wrong unless you tell him you don’t wanna talk about it

He just wants you to know he’s there for you

He’s rlly good at knowing when to give you space but can also read if you just need some loving

Probably does aegyo sorry not sorry

Seunghun

This man right here

Boyfriend of the year tbh

The second you get home you see he’s taken out a set of sweats/comfy pajamas for you to wear & lots of blankets and set them up nicely for you

Knows your favorite comfort movie/tv show and puts it on for you

Lots and I mean LOTS of kisses

Like it starts as little pecks on your cheeks and forehead but things get heated oops

I need to calm down writing this

Knows how to comfort you really well

Yonghee

Brings you your favorite food/drink at the end of the day to surprise you

Will show up at your school/work to check up on you the next day

Truly puts you first in every way as soon as you’re home

**minors do not read the next 2 bulletpoints**

If you just need to relieve tension he’ll just ask if you need/want sex

Puts his all into it too 😭😭

**Ok minors welcome back**

If you need anything he insists that you don’t lift a finger, that’s his job while you’re feeling this way

Jinyoung

Looks at you with the most concerned face ever

Honestly will just talk with you about what’s on your mind

If you at any point feel like you’re burdening him with your issues he reassures you a million times you’re not

I think he’s a very emotionally intelligent person tbh

He won’t stop asking if you’re ok until he knows for a fact you are

And if talking won’t help, he cuddles you and either sings to you or tells you reassuring things

“I love you so much no matter what”, “You are such a light in my life”, “You deserve to be happy” etc

Hyunsuk

We already know this boy is amazing at taking care of people

Gives you the best hug

Like I truly believe he gives the best hugs in cix, maybe it’s his big frame but idk

You just melt into his arms

Takes you on a walk where you pet all the dogs you see & notices the way you look at them

Definitely buys you a puppy after that oops

Probably feels like he’s failed as a boyfriend if he can’t make you smile 🥺

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Soooo good!!! FR Jaemin with his baby voices and just being so comfy going soft makes for a great sub. 💦 I also think Jaemin's a total switch/is down for experimenting in bed!

This is so good! 😭 When Jaemin calls you "unnie" 🥵😳 TYSM always for the amazing smut!!!

the babygirlification of na jaemin

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twenty: Pegging & Feminization w/ Jaemin

Word Count: 2,197

** Jaemin just wants to be your baby girl

Jaemin never looked quite so good as he did when he was taking your strap. 

“Just a little further, baby,” you tell him, carding your fingers through his hair. “You can take me.”

You think maybe you like him best like this, on his knees, his hard cock leaking on his thigh while he sucks the pretty sparkly purple silicone dildo strapped to you.

Keep reading

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This was so hot!! 🔥🔥 TYSM for the BX fic!!!! 💕

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR - breeding with byounggon

minors dni, 875 words, i will start this off by saying i missed the breeding aspect and it’s more so a creampie kink :’), afab reader insert, dom!byounggon that we all need, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, petnames (angel, baby, love), slight hints at possessiveness and corruption, very intimate and passionate with mentions of love LMAO

ddanbins kinktober

after a long day of tension and teasing with byounggon, it is no surprise to either of you that you ended up this way. he has you exactly where he wants you, your body caged beneath his, legs bent and pushed upwards. it gives him the perfect angle to thrust into your dripping heat, yet he keeps his pace slow, letting you feel every inch of his length.

taking one of your hands in his, he presses a soft kiss to the back of yours, flashing you a gentle smile. your other arm reaches up to byounggon and he lets you wrap it around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips with his. despite your best efforts, the control of the kiss easily leaves your hands, the smile on your lover’s face evident as he kisses you deeply.

he loves nothing more than how you trust him to lead you, the way you melt into his touch and shy away from his praise has his heart filling with love. pulling away from your lips, he can’t help but show you all that love in his eyes as he becomes overwhelmed by the feeling.

“such an angel for me, aren’t you?’ he tilts his head to the side as he changes the angle of his thrusts, focusing on the way your expression shifts as the head of his cock nudges against your spot with every thrust, “always so good for me,”

the two of you get wrapped up in the moment like this, desperately needing to be as close to each other as possible as byounggon’s pace quickens ever so slightly. it’s not enough to satisfy the need growing inside you, whining out his name in an attempt to influence him to listen. it doesn’t quite work out for you though, his hips suddenly stilling as your whines grow in volume.

letting his hand trail between your bodies where it finds your clit, rubbing the most gentle of circles before a deep groan is pulled from him, your walls clamping down on him tighter from the stimulation. he can’t help but clench his jaw before speaking, voice sounding more strained than ever before, “just lay back and look pretty for me, let me look after you,”

when byounggon is looking down at you with that mixture of love and darkness, you can’t help but feel the need to listen to him. letting the tension leave your body, you relax as he finally starts moving again, content sighs leaving you as he builds a rhythm he knows you love. what you don’t know is that he’s very quickly losing his own patience, maybe not for the reason you expect.

the first and only other time you told your boyfriend that it was okay for him to finish inside you, it’s become a thought that never left his mind. the mental image of pulling out of you and watching his own cum leak out sparked something very new inside him, and it’s something he dreams of doing again. he would never, ever do it without your consent, but he’s always hoping to hear the words leave your mouth once more.

it’s that thought that has his hips drastically picking up speed, the sound of skin hitting skin growing louder as you moan out his name, clutching onto his arms for support. he’s getting close, almost too close to keep going and that’s when his hand finds your clit again, in an attempt to help you finish before him.

luckily for byounggon, he truly knows you so well. feeling the way your fingernails dig into the muscles of his arm and how you’ve started clenching around his length, he can tell that you’re getting close too. and that’s when he finally decides to ask the question you’ve gotten so used to hearing.

“not gonna last long love,” his head tips backwards, losing himself in the feeling of you, “where do you want me ?”

you’ve given him such a wide variety of answers to that question, and he’s always happy to oblige to wherever you say. he thinks his heart stops beating, however, when your quiet whimper of “inside me,” reaches his ears.

before you know it, byounggon is pressing his body weight down on you further, pinning your body underneath him as his pace turns rougher than you’ve come to expect from your soft lover. it’s a contrast that has you whining and begging for him, the knot in your stomach impossibly tight as if any little thing could snap it.

“want me to fill you up, huh baby? didn’t know my angel was so dirty for me,”

each word, enunciated further by a harsh thrust of his hips echoes through your mind as it soon emptied, vision blurring as that knot finally snaps. you’re only brought back to your senses by the feeling of byounggon’s body collapsing on yours and his hot release painting your walls as he groans your name.

taking a moment to catch his breath, he eventually sits up and pulls out of you. the look in his eye visibly changes as his cum starts leaking, looking up at you like you are his last meal, his and only his.

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ISTG the timing of me coming across your fics is so weird! This was so sexy! 🤤💗 Jaehyun's kisses and dirty talk were haaawt!!! 🔥

Candy Shop

Boyfriend!Jaehyun , Fem!reader

Suggestive Smut

Summary: eating candy never tasted better until it comes from your boyfriends sweet saliva while you kiss him

Jaehyun peacefully sat on the couch, a cherry lollipop in his mouth. He finished soon after and walked into the kitchen, while standing in front of the trash can, he felt arms wrap around his waist. He smiled and turned around “hello there”. You smiled and leaned up, lips barely touching his “hello angel” before kissing him. You hummed and pulled away “you taste like cherry”. He chuckled “I was eating a lollipop” “hmmm, it taste better on your lips”.

“We’ll get another taste”. You leaned in and kissed him again. The kiss got heated rather quickly, now your tongues swirled each others, the cherry flavor lingered in his mouth. You pulled away “spit in my mouth”. He looked at your surprised, letting out a giggle. His deep dimples formed on his cheeks “are you serious?”. You knew he had always wanted to, but you never did until now. “Mhm, do it”. Jaehyun smirked and looked down at you “a little extra naughty I see”. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and slipped it between your lips, pressing against your tongue “open”

You obeyed quickly, this turned Jaehyun on like no other. He leaned in and spit right into your mouth, leaning in and kissing your deeply to put more saliva into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, Jaehyun gripped onto your hips and pulled you close to him. “Fuck, I love you so much”. He groaned and forced your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out, so did he. The cherry flavored saliva ran of his tongue from a distance, falling onto your tongue right into your mouth. He put his tongue back into his mouth and watched you, darkness and lust in his eyes

He gently wrapped his hand around your neck and watched. “You look so pretty, letting me spit in your mouth like a little slut” Jaehyun teased, you let out a whimper as your cheeks turned red. It always amazed you how quickly Jaehyun could turn you on, just by his words. He had an affect on you and he knew it. Jaehyun leaned in and kissed you again, his sticky saliva falling into your mouth again.

Thanks for reading <3

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Stray Kids As Taylor Swift Lyrics

Bangchan: "But something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent. They say home is where the heart is. But that's not where mine lives" - London Boy

"You're beautiful. Every little piece, love, don't you know? You're really gonna be someone. Ask anyone. And when you find everything you've looked for. I hope your love leads you back to my door. Oh, but if it don't, stay beautiful" - Stay Beautiful

Minho: "They say looks can kill and I might try. I don't dress for women. I don't dress for men. Lately I've been dressing for revenge. I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends. Don't get sad, get even. So on the weekends. I don't dress for friends. Lately I've been dressing for revenge" - Vigilante Shit

"You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats. Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh" - Gorgeous

Changbin: "But one of these things is not like the others Like a rainbow with all of the colors. Baby doll, when it comes to a lover. I promise that you'll never find another like me" - Me!

Hyunjin: "And it's like snow at the beach. Weird, but fuckin' beautiful Flying in a dream. Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight, feels impossible. But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around. Like snow on the beach. Like snow on the beach. Like snow on the beach. Like snow, oh" - Snow On Beach ft Lana Del Rey

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt. And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt. And when we go crashing down, we come back every time. 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style" - Style

Han: "'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off " - Shake It Off

Felix: "I'm only up when you're not down. Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground. It's like no matter what I do. Well, you drive me crazy half the time. The other half I'm only trying. To let you know that what I feel is true. And I'm only me when I'm with you" - I'm Only Me When I'm With You

"She said, "I was seven and you were nine" I looked at you like the stars that shine. In the sky, the pretty lights" - Mary's Song

Seungmin: "You are somebody that I don't know. But you're taking shots at me like it's Patrón. And I'm just like "Damn, it's 7:00 a.m." Say it in the street, that's a knock-out. But you say it in a Tweet, that's a cop-out. And I'm just like, "Hey, are you okay?" - You Need To Calm Down

Jeongin: " Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical, oh yeah. Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines. It's time, oh-oh. I don't know about you. But I'm feeling 22. Everything will be alright if. You keep me next to youYou don't know about me. But I'll bet you want to. Everything will be alright if. We just keep dancing like we're 22, 22 " - 22

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🤣 true American fashion to just draw European countries out with confidence even though he's super wrong, oh Johnny

Johnny: Where's the little Italian boy who lives with you?

Ten: Johnny I swear if you keep calling Yangyang something-

Johnny: Not, Yangyang. I know he's Swedish. I'm talking about Hendery.

Ten: He's German! Why are you calling Hendery Italian?

Johnny: He looks Italian. Bobbity boopy

Hendery: Bobbity babata.

Ten: You two are not speaking Italian.

Johnny: *holds Hendery close to his chest* Bibbity boppity boo

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😭 This was so good!

You’re Mine | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Yuta is in love with you, but he catches you screwing another guy, and it drives him mad…

Genre: Angsty, friends to lovers, bad boy Yuta

Word Count: 1.2k 

Death was nothing in comparison the way Yuta felt right now. 

He would take death over how he felt right now, a thousand times over. 

No, this was worse. 

Forcing his motorcycle faster, Yuta roared down the highway. He had to be going a hundred miles an hour, if not more. 

What a sick joke. On the one day he would’ve loved to get picked up by the cops, he got away scot-free. Come on, where was a nice fat car-chase when he needed one? Anything to take his mind off the pain. 

All his pain, all his anguish, was because you had a boyfriend. 

And he was the biggest idiot ever to have lived. 

While he spent the last year stupidly, helplessly falling in love with you, you were railing some other guy. He felt sick with embarrassment. 

To think that he stayed up all night thinking of little one-liners so he could see your face light up in a smile. To think that he collected all the signs: the hugs, the winks, the things only you remembered, clutching them to his chest like a magpie’s jewels. 

And all along, you didn’t give a damn about him. 

The sight was burnt into his eyelids: you, in the corridor outside your college dorm room, your lips practically fused to that guy’s, like you wanted to suck him up. That fucker’s hand was on your ass, and you didn’t even push it away.

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Doyoung: Why did you put in a complaint that I created a hostile work environment?

Taeyong: I didn't like the way you looked at me.

Doyoung: How did I look at you?

Taeyong: Like you thought I was stupid.

Doyoung: Taeyong, sweetie. I did, I did think every damn word coming from your mouth was stupid as hell.

Taeyong: Hostile work environment! Hostile work environment!

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Jaehyun: What are you doing?

Johnny: *laying on the floor gluing pictures in a diary* Nothing.

Jaehyun: Is that a picture of Bangchan?

Johnny: Yep, that's Chris.

Jaehyun: What is this? Why are you writing his name everywhere.

Johnny: I just think he's neat.

Jaehyun: What is going on?

Johnny: You don't understand, Something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first then I heard the accent. I have to be his best friend. We'll be unstoppable together.

Jaehyun: *under his breath* I have dimples too.

Johnny: What'd you say?

Jaehyun: I have dimples too!! What about us! Do you not know how powerful we are! I'm your bestfriend!! *runs away*

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👀💀🔥 So good...the emotional crash of "why isn't this real?!" at the end of this fic 😵‍💫🤭 I felt it too hard 😭🤣🤭🤭

Day 5: Camboy - Bae Jinyoung

Pairings: Jinyoung X Female reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1,322

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), voyeurism?

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“Have you ever been on one of those cam websites?” You had asked your friend while you two were watching a movie. It was some silly horror movie about a cam girl who gets her account stolen.

She laughed, “Once. I found this super cute guy, but I didn’t want to pay for it. Have you?”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t even know what they’re called or how to even find them.”

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Doyoung: Jungwoo! Chan: Hyunjin!

Jungwoo: What?

Hyunjin: What did we do?

Doyoung: You both just looked at that lady's butt and yelled "damn" and you're still looking at it.

Chan: Hyunjin, you can look but don't say anything.

Doyoung: Jungwoo, you can't look I don't trust you.

Jungwoo: But so big, so jiggly. so big.

Hyunjin: How could we not look?

Doyoung: I didn't. And so didn't Chan.

Chan: *scratches the back of his head and whistles*

Doyoung: Nevermind, where are you going?

Jungwoo: To talk to the lady with the big butt.

Hyunjin: One thing Minho has taught me is to go after what you want.

Minho: I taught him well. Didn't I Han? *smacks Han's butt*

Johnny: They're going to have a threesome with that woman.

Yuta: Good for them.