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bi-writes · 7 months

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ex-tf141!mercenary!fem!reader x ex-husband!simon because there's nothing hotter than being covered in blood and debating whether or not to kill him or fuck him (18+) ⚠️🔞

cw: reader is curvy (deal with it), mature language and content, suggestive language and content, dramatization + graphic depictions of murder + violence, criticizes military service, blood kink, size kink (simon's huge ok), pet names (luv, sweetheart, baby, honey), mw3 spoilers, reader is unhinged and unapologetic about it, dark content ahead, unprotected piv, cumplay, (can this also be considered a throuple fic? maybe...)

this isn't her. he doesn't recognize her. she doesn't fight the way he remembers, she doesn't look like she used to.

she wears all black. the black cargo pants are tight around her perfect thighs, and the way they cinch around her waist makes his mouth water. her vest covers her torso, but he has vivid memories of ripping an identical one off of her, ripping the fabric of her shirt so he could bury his mouth between her tits.

when she used to be his. when she used to be a good girl.

he watches, frozen, as she shows off her newfound ruthlessness. she fires her weapon at one man's knees, bringing him to the ground. he feels sick when she kicks him onto his back, getting on top of him, and uses her tactical knife and shoves it into the softness of his neck. she leans over him, splatters of blood freckled across her face, and she watches the life leave his eyes.

she doesn't get up until he stops twitching.

he doesn't remember this. when she used to watch his six, he remembers having to hold her close at night, quieting her cries. he remembers the conversations they used to have, where she used to tell him that whenever she closes her eyes, she sees every person she ever killed.

the justification of murder behind the patches she wore on her vest had never been enough to quiet her nightmares. she was always so soft-hearted. she was always too good, too considerate, too kind. it was something her superiors always wanted to rip away from her; it was something simon fought hard to keep.

he had lost his humanity, but she had not, and he remembers smoothing his hand over her chest and across her heart, telling himself that he would never let it go, never let her lose it.

it is gone. he knows it--he knows it because she doesn't just kill her opponents, she tortures them. she aims for vulnerable places, and then she kills them angrily. she likes to hear them scream. she watches them cry. she wipes the blood of her enemies on her thigh, and then she gets up and does it all over again, in different ways, in heinous ways. she's terrifying, and she's laughing, and there is nothing behind those fucking eyes.

he holds her in his sight. he adjusts the scope, gripping the rifle tighter, and suddenly it feels too heavy in his hands. he can see her in it, and he watches in horror.

he knows his orders. permission to kill on sight, those are his orders--mercenaries had gotten the same intel as them, but they are not here to destroy the biochemical weapons. they are here to steal them.

he can kill her right now. he has her, right where he wants her, and even from this far away, he knows he won't miss.

when she's finally alone, she stands, and she looks up, turning in a slow circle. his heart squeezes--she knows he's here. she holds up a hand, four fingers held up. he reaches up to his radio and turns the knob to the right channel. it crackles, and then he hears her voice.

"hey, baby," you coo, and he sees you smile, and it's ugly, and he hates it. "you miss me that much that you gotta follow me around at work?"

"'f y'know wot's good for you, you'll pack up your shit and leave."

you tsk, spinning the knife around in your hand before sticking it back into your boot. you wipe the sweat from your forehead, and blood smears along your brow.

"awww, teddy bear, don't be that way," you pout. "how about you come down here?" you grin wide, turning just his way, giggling when you see him perched for overwatch. "hmm? you're just cranky, baby...need me to help you relax..."

"you're right fuckin' mad," he spits, and you reach down at the man beneath you, snatching his rifle off his back and making sure it's loaded. "and i'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

you wink up at him.

"yeah? so take the shot, honey," you challenge. the smirk that blooms on your face infuriates him. he hates you. but then you turn around and keep walking, knowing that he won't shoot, and his gaze follows the sway of your hips. instead of thinking about your brains splattered against gravel, he thinks about when he used to bend you over his bed in the barracks and eat your pussy from behind you--when he used to get on his knees and fuck you with his tongue and make you cum into his mouth.

when you disappear from his view, you laugh over comms. "you're pathetic, simon," your murmur. "could never trust you to get the fucking job done."

he remembers when you left. johnny had left a scar on you--an angry one, one that refused to heal. and while simon was equally as buried in his grief, he always felt just a little better when he was kissing you, holding you, feeling the warmth of you, knowing you were alive.

"you didn't love him. not like i did--" you snap, continuing to pack.

"are you fuckin' mad?! do y'hear yourself talk?! wot the fuck do you know about me and johnny?!"

"then how are you not angry?!" you scream. "how are still standing there, so fucking normal, how are you so fucking calm?!"

"sweetheart--"

"don't fucking touch me," you bite. "you don't get it--" angry tears flow easily down your face. "--you didn't love him the same."

"i did--" he grips your face, making you look at him. "i loved him like i love you, don't say that. don't fucking say that, don't you dare pretend you're the only one that feels anything--"

you rip his hands off of you, narrowing your eyes, and he does not recognize you. this is not you.

"y-you're a liar," you whisper. "you're a fucking liar. and you make me sick."

ghost steps over the bodies that you left behind. it is a massacre of men that you leave at your feet. slit throats, bullets in knees, in stomachs, little finishers you leave between their legs. you are not a fan of men--he knows this because of how hard it had been to get close to you. how difficult it had been to even so much as touch your arm, your face--to get you into his bed, to marry you in secret and fuck you spineless. the only easy thing that had ever happened to you was the way johnny fell right into step with you.

and the hardest thing that he had ever done was fucking die.

when he finds the trunk of biochemical vials, you are not there. he has found it first, and he bends down to inspect them, closing the lid and securing them inside before moving his hand up to press on the button of his comms to alert his team.

"uh uh uh," a low voice warns. "take your hand off the radio, sweetheart."

he moves, but the bloodied tip of a tactical knife is sharp against his throat, and he swallows hard. he calls your name, and you just giggle. this is a game to you. he lowers his hand, and you reach down, grabbing his rifle and tossing it. you also unholstered his handgun and the throwing knives from his boot, throwing them behind you.

"mmm..." you smooth a hand down his back. "you're as hot as the day i met you, baby..."

ghost grunts as you grip one side of his ass, and you grip his shoulder tight, kicking him just right so he was kneeling on both knees now. you lean over him and plant a warm, wet kiss to the jaw of his mask, moving so you were standing in front of him now. you kick the trunk of vials to the side, looking down at him, digging the sharp edge of the blade harder against his neck.

"look at you..." you hum, licking your bottom lip. "you're still so big, teddy bear..." he hisses when you lean over, cupping him through his pants. your warm hand squeeze the length of him, and you whine when you feel how hard he is, how much he still feels for you. he glares at you under that plastic, terrifying mask, but your panties are soaking. "so fucking hard for me, too...you miss me, baby?"

he leans over, into the blade, growling.

"'f you leave now, you can still take your life with ya."

you pucker your lips, and he snarls. your face is not one he knows--you have drying blood along your cheeks, smears of it along the softness of your neck. you have blood and dirt under your fingernails, and there is fire in your eyes, and you are not the good girl he fell in love with, but you look like her, and it scares him.

"awww, baby, if i thought you would kill me, you would be dead--" you lean forward and lick along his hard jaw, tasting the salt and sweat of his mask. "...right along your other boys. don't lie to me. it's not a good look for you."

he bites, and you laugh, and then you nod your head.

"sit down," you demand, and he sits. he is big, and his gear is heavy, and he sits with a grunt, and you climb over him, into his lap. you reach down, your eyes on his, and you unzip his cargo pants, your hand slipping under and pulling his cock out, and you smile when it stands hard and heavy. "oh, baby...you want this, don't you?"

you lean in, kissing him through the mask, sucking along the fabric and whining.

"you want this, don't you? you still want me? you still love me?"

"fuckin' hell--"

"you wanna fuck me, teddy bear?" you spit into the palm of your hand, reaching down and smoothing your wet hand over the red tip of him. "you're so big...as big as i remember..." you whimper. "say you wanna fuck me, simon--" fuck, you're using his name, "--say you want me."

against your lips, you feel him whisper yes--fuck--yes, luv--and you can't help it. you can't help yourself.

he's so warm and big. you hold onto his shoulders, still gripping the bloody knife, and you sink down on him. it's easy though, because you're soaking, and even though you're so fucking tight, you suck him in, right until your clit is grinding against the little hairs at the base of his cock and you're bouncing in his lap.

simon is weak. he's weak, and he knows it, because he loves you, and your pussy is so tight, and your moans are music, and fucking you is the only thing he truly understands, the only thing that still makes sense.

you smooth your hands along the back of his neck, and when you whimper and moan, simon thinks he sees you. his good girl, his pretty little wife, the soft girl that he loves, the one crying as she rides his cock because he's hitting all the gooey, pretty places inside of her that make her so fucking wet. he grips your ass tight, guiding you up and down, fucking up into you as he feels his stomach turn and his balls tighten.

"simon--" you cry, and he nods his head, cradling you to his chest, his head tilted back as he looks up at you. there is blood on your skin and a knife digging into his back, but you're saying his name, and his heart aches, and your pussy is so good-- "gonna come--gonna come--"

"yeah--" he growls, and you push up his mask, lick into his mouth, kiss him sloppy and hard and desperate. "fuck--fuck, yeah--"

he takes off his glove to touch you, two big fingers on your clit as you fuck him desperately. when you come, you soak his cock, and when you tighten, he comes, too, rolling his hips as he spills out of your tight hole and onto your thighs, onto his.

it feels so good. it feels so good to be full of him, to feel him deep, and you smooth your hands down your stomach, feeling him there, stretching you so wide with his come on your thighs, and when he pulls out, you giggle when he gathers the slick onto his fingers and feeds it to you.

you suck his fingers, tasting him, and you whine, looking right into his dark eyes. your heart hurts for a moment--but only a moment. when he pulls his fingers from your mouth, your eyes flicker.

because he still wears his fucking wedding ring.

at the sight of it, you grip your knife tight, and you sink it right into his stomach.

he is laying there in a pool of blood when you're dressed, when the trunk of vials is secure for you to take. you lean over him, pressing on the button of his radio, and you call for medevac to his team, and then you rip the radio in two.

you cup his cheeks, kissing him softly over the mask, and you smooth a finger down his cheek.

"don't pull the knife out, baby, or you'll bleed out," you coo. you tilt your head to the side, knowing you only have a few second window to leave, and you smile down at him.

"until next time, simon."

when you go, you take a piece of him with you.

and fuck--fuck you. because he wants it back.

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ruinedxxdoll · 7 months

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You can call me Doll or anything you like~

Bisexual (heavy preference for women), TME genderfluid girlfag boydyke. I am simultaneously a man and a woman so if you’re very firmly only attracted to one maybe don’t interact with me. Can switch but primarily a sub. Cis people can interact but I’m primarily t4t. I use many pronouns, preferring ze/hir/hirs or rotating thru he/it/she (dependent on the scene or whoever’s fronting). I prefer for my hole to be referred to as my cunt/hole and use clit/dick interchangeably.

Also disabled, I have C-DID, autism + ADHD, BPD, hEDS, and endometriosis. Buyer beware lmao /j

⚠️All posts are fantasy ofc, we’re a guy with career ambitions and do happen to enjoy having personal autonomy more often than not. Always practice personal risk-aware informed consent and keep constant open communication with all partners, and remember that aftercare is MANDATORY

⁂ Kinks ⁂

CNC, free use, somnophilia, intox, double/triple penetration, oral, anal, petplay, objectification (specifically dollification), bimbofication/dumbification, knifeplay, cumplay, waxplay, bloodplay, gangbangs, praise & degradation, orgasm control, overstimulation, BSDM (sub and masochist ❤️‍🩹), rigging, teratophilia, corruption/hypnosis/mindbreak. Open to trying new things

⚠️ Breeding is hot but I’m not rly into pregnancy and would rather catch Every Plague than get pregnant IRL. Cum in me as much as possible please just remember this uterus has room for zero

⚠️Into fauxcest but NOT with a “Daddy” scene partner or any cg/l overlap. Mommy dommes welcome but not if you want me to act age regressed in the bedroom

❌Hard no on piss, scat, detrans, unprepped anal, organized sex trafficking fantasies, raceplay, misogyny/patriarchy, cg/l or nsfw age regression

❌‼️‼️Ableists, racists, transphobes, homophobes, and zionists DO NOT INTERACT. We are the cringe cripplepunk leftist of your nightmares and we want you dead. It should also go without saying but Actual Sex Criminals DNI and DIE

[i’ll add my OF link here later when I finally have free time to run it 💀]

Asks always welcome, and DMs are open, but I may not reply to DMs (I’m shy). I will not respond to blank blogs.

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More about us personally under the cut~

We’re a C-DID system and have a few alters running this blog. Our body is white, 5’9”, 108lbs, B-cup, pre-T and pre-op, brown eyes, and naturally black hair we dye semi-regularly. Transition goals include vagina-preserving phalloplasty and hrt. Our collective pronouns are ze/hir/hirs and our collective names are Ari/Doll, but feel free to address an alter directly! Outside of kink we’re finishing up an art degree and enjoy writing, drawing, reading, literary analysis, video game development, and are a big horror enthusiast.

Ariel - he/they/it, introject of our book protagonist (gothic horror WIP), elf prince, polite academic type. Primarily a sub but enjoys soft domming on occasion. Is into rough cnc/rapeplay (bottom), free use, dollification, gangbangs, intox, rigging/bondage, impact play, manhandling, knifeplay, bloodplay, royalty roleplays (prince), medical roleplays, teratophilia, fisting, praise and degradation, masochism, cnc stalking, mindbreak

B. - he/him, gothic horror WIP introject, sea monster man, dom. Is very possessive over his in-system husband (Ariel) and will mainly interact with posts pertaining to their dynamic. Is into leather, bondage, soft cnc, musk, teratophilia just by nature of being the monster in question

Honey - she/her, another gothic horror WIP introject, human, switch. Is into latex, soft cnc (switch), fauxcest, mommy dommes, royalty roleplays (princess), rigging/bondage, teacher/student roleplays, body worship, praise, breast/nippleplay, voyeurism

Puppy - pup/it/she, doggirl, sub. Is into petplay, breeding, free use, bondage, intox, cnc, exhibitionism, teratophilia, dumbification

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cherrysoulth · 2 years

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FINALLY ALONE

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Complicated relationships, Yandere, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5511

⚠️Warnings: Explicit smut, cumplay (sort of), murder, death threats, obsession, yandere(?)

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This one-shot is inspired by a story that I'm writing, called: Sandman. There's another one, also inspired on Sandman, called: Staggering and Golden hour

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Jimin shifted over the grey satin sheets, under his velvety covers, as you scrolled through your phone and you looked at his beautiful features from your bed. The white moon in the sky sneaked inside the room through the translucent white curtains, illuminating his side, with its candour.

You could hear Seokjin at the other side of the hallway working on his computer while his father gave him some indications through the speaker mode of his smartphone. You made sure to not focus, on the dead silence that reigned in the house, but still got hints of quantities of packages entering the frontiers of South Korea through Busan, to test. Exactly what you didn't want to hear.

Suddenly, you heard a hanger fall on your closet and you instinctively reached for the gun under your pillow. It then came to your mind, that you had put that multilayer dress in a plastic hanger because you needed to purchase new ones. You rolled your eyes to the spoiling Seokjin was doing to you, soon you would not be able to fit a needle in your closet, if he continued. You let go of the weapon and laid back from your ready position. Jimin was unbothered in his slumber and once more, you thought it just made sense that you were his guardian.

You were asleep by the time Seokjin checked in the room and whispered a goodnight. Everything seemed fine although if he had detected the closet door cracked open, and went to check it, he would have discovered the intruder.

Taehyung waited for a bit after he heard Seokjin close the quarters' door to sneak out. The dress you had heard fall was left behind on its spot, to match the sound that was very likely heard from the outside. His knees silently landed at the side of your bed as he observed the same rays that previously enhanced Jimin's ethereal image, doing favours to yours.

He would have touched you if he didn't know that was certainly going to wake you up. Instead, he just stayed there in that same position, watching you sleep for the next two hours; until slumber started to make his lids feel too heavy to keep them open.

Just like that, he walked out of your room through the corridor, towards the other end. He opened another room and looked inside to another sleeping figure. His eyes displayed darkness, a silent death threat and his knuckles turned white over the clear wood structure. Making use of his skills he slid out of the house undetected, giving one last look to your window.

He lies in bed while tears stream down his temples. Just like they did as he knelt in front of your peaceful figure, your image engraved on his retina like a favourite movie. One that he will most likely never see again in broad daylight. Not while Seokjin breathed down his neck on every corner, on every shadow.

You are the one and only thing they seem to have in common. The same obsession, the same desire. Yet it is Seokjin who chases at his heels and not the other way around.

If he had only not scared you off in the tunnels that day. If he would have walked beside you past Seokjin as the eldest hid to smoke near the access, maybe you wouldn't have looked at him so much after. Maybe your heart wouldn't have been taken. Maybe you wouldn't have been yearning for the man's love to the point of accepting him when he had turned into someone undeserving of it.

Maybe you would have started reading together with Jimin. Maybe he wouldn't have followed Seokjin and then The Hitman. Maybe he wouldn't have helped burn the school down. Maybe you wouldn't have set the first match that turned the place into hell for the caretakers tied inside. Maybe you wouldn't have carried the burden of four deaths with you at the age of ten. Maybe, you wouldn't have accepted the training and wouldn't have thought that was what you were meant to do. Maybe, he wouldn't have been so eager for his father to let him join. Maybe you and him wouldn't have your hands so stained with blood.

If only he hadn't spooked you out.

Those maybes could be certainties, and now, you would be lying at his side in his lonely room, with a ring on your finger that would prevent Seokjin from ever getting so close to you.

The tears are followed by sobs. His wail can be heard from the outside of his room, where a guard sits on a bench against the wall and looks in his direction. Namjoon, the early bird of the house, also hears it and walks his way down the hallway to stand in front of the door.

His brother’s broken heart dwells in his and a single tear falls from his left eye as he stands there; knowing he is unable to console the pain Taehyung is suffering.

He doesn't knock since he will not accept a no, simply walking inside finding his brother curled hugging himself as the torment of his soul keeps on escapes through his vocal cords and the wells of his eyes.

"Have you gone to see her?" he asks calmly. Although a fury in him wants to slap his brother for risking his life, he is well aware that his brother is a prisoner of love and the recklessness that comes with it.

Taehyung's only response is to sit down with pained eyes and continue his mourning by putting his forehead against Namjoon's chest. His hands hold feeble against his brother’s firm shoulders, making the hurricane he once was feel now like a breeze from a butterfly's wings.

"Good evening, Taehyung." says a calm voice behind him as he reads the manga book in his hand. His eyes bulge and he takes a second to start turning around, slowly in his garden chair. He leaves the closed book on the glass table in front of him.

His brother stands next to Seokjin, the one whose voice it was impossible not to recognise. His gaze dances between Namjoon's apologetic eyes and the man who's kept him on the run for eleven months and now stands no more than six feet from him as if nothing had happened. The urge to look at you at his side, dressed in cream with transparent sleeves, it's almost unbearable but he lets himself take the full picture instead; discreetly getting your image translated to his brain. He can't dare to focus on you, not without knowing the conditions of this visit, not if it means he can lose you as a consequence. Not again.

"Darling, why don't we go to my gallery, I have new pieces I would love to show you." Namjoon says, distracting you.

You were indeed watching Taehyung, who has a new haircut and has finally taken the black as an option. He looks skinnier, that's what's kept your interest the few moments you have been allowed to observe and your heart blossoms with worry. You feel the need to nourish him, to take care of him, making sure he is ok. However, you know that's not a possibility right now, so you move at the second Namjoon speaks.

Taehyung involuntarily responds to the movement and watches you walk next to his brother towards the house. Then immediately jumps back at Seokjin, who looks at him with a smirk, inclining his head in your direction and asks, "She looks prettier by the day, doesn't she?"

Taehyung, knows its best not to answer and keeps quiet. "Smart." mutters Seokjin before advancing. "I was thinking I maybe exceeded myself with the consequences of your actions. At the end of the day, I did invite you to our bed and maybe wasn't clear enough with what was expected." he says as he takes one of the chairs and sits down, then motions for Taehyung to join him.

"I do not intend to share Amnon. Ever. Now, I think that much has been left clear." he says as if a death threat was no big deal and Taehyung can only nod with a very tense jaw. "What I need to know, and that is to let you walk free again, is if you can live up to that agreement?"

Taehyung doesn't respond immediately and that makes Seokjin raise a brow, "I'm not a subject of yours, I never was." he points out, acknowledging his status. "But as it is stated in the unspoken rules, no associate shall touch a partner's wife or girlfriend. I live up to those rules. Back in the day I just thought you consented to it."

Seokjin chuckles, "-hm, yeah. I guess you do." he says calmly but then gets closer to Taehyung's face. "However, I know you have always wanted her. I'm not blind." 'Neither are the cameras in my house, little tiger.' "That, I hope, for your sake, has dropped while you were in excommunicado status. Maybe running around has kept you occupied enough—For the last ten months."

Taehyung's jaw almost drops when he realises what the knowing look and the wrong month count means. He can only nod. Seokjin then smiles, although his eyes are the darkness that will keep Taehyung on his toes. Or so he thinks.

"Sweetheart?" says Jimin as he opens the door of his two story house and your tear stained face shows in front of him. You immediately hug him and he holds you pulling you inside the house. "Is he dead?" he says, voice cracking with emotion.

"I am." you pronounce, letting go of him, allowing your body to slide down his dark hardwood door. He squats in front of you.

"You have broken up with him…" he says and his voice sounds just as strained as it did before. "I don't want to feel." you mutter, letting your head fall backwards and your pain exit your body in hopeless sobs.

Next thing you know, he is dialling Jungkook asking for something to amuse you. He asks you to move the pity party to his comfortable living room.

As you follow him in, your eyes take in the precious view of his decor. Moulded walls with tonal murals in the upper part extend throughout the hallways. While in most rooms, although maintaining the aesthetic, there are no paintings. In fact, the whole house is mostly decorated in neoclassical style with soft blues, cream and golds with really luxurious details like chandeliers that make the whole place look like a palace. The seating is simple, against the more rigidly decorated furniture, but it's comfortable, and soft to the touch. Jimin has fake fur blankets draped all around the house and is also a fan of cushions. The whole place is a dream.

To add to it, and in contrast with the initial decoration, he has natural looking additions as if Mother nature was taking over his house; making the whole place look like it's out of a fairytale. The room you usually use, has a branch coming out of the wall, by the window seat, and purple crystal details hang from it. The rest of the room matches what is pictured in the whole house but each room is themed.

Yours has wallpaper inside the upper panel with bits of a foggy forest in a hundred-eighty degree view. You started calling it "The Witches Room" and everyone does now. The four post bed's linen is normally grey and purple matching the crystals, and that's exactly what you expect whenever night comes today.

You aren't sure what Jungkook has mixed in the whiskey he served you, but you are definitely high. All of you are.

You have taken residency over the carpet in front of Jimin’s glass-closed fireplace and the tears fall as you roll in laughter. Truth be told, you are much higher than them but yet again they have snorted a bit, so it's just an illusion of sobriety.

At some point, Jimin is on Jungkook’s lap and they are kissing. Their lips unite gently, soft skins moist with the liquidy nectar of their mouths and you can only watch it like you would a miracle. 'Bless this damn bisexual man.' you scream internally.

Growing with them hasn't made you insensitive to their beauty and you used to fantasise about kissing them as a teenager. Maybe even situations like this in which the kiss would escalate between the three of you. It was all fantasy, of course. At the end of the day, the only guy you wanted to turn that into reality with, was Seokjin.

The laugh turns into a sob and you roll to your side, silencing yourself to not disturb, looking at the flames.

"What can we do for you, sweetheart?" mutters Jungkook when Jimin parts from the kiss and looks at you. He also moves from over him and both crawl to your side.

"Don't let-" Jungkook’s phone interrupts you and Jimin scowls at him. "I have to answer, it's him." he mutters and you roll back from looking at them to your foetal position. Jimin starts rubbing your arm affectionately as you try to disconnect. "Boss.-I-Yeah." He stands and walks outside, down the hallway.

"He's going to tell him where I am. I have to leave." you say, standing with difficulty.

"Amnon-"

"I don't want to see him. I know what I want but he can sell glasses to a blind person. I fear I'll cave in this state." you explain, taking hold of your own weight against a chair.

"You can't drive like this, let my chauffeur drive you." says Jimin, looking at one of his guards in the hallway.

The man walks in and takes the order directly from Jimin's lips. You know they do listen to what you say but they simply have to act like they don't, out of respect.

"He asked if she was here." says Jungkook approaching Jimin as he waves goodbye from the porch, with a cardigan over his grey silk pyjamas. Jungkook does the same and sighs, but Jimin looks at him inquisitively. "You know how much of a bad idea it is to lie to him. Your brother does not listen to reason when it comes to her…" he replies as the car makes it to the main road off of the property.

"I know," he mutters. "I'm glad she decided to get out of the house before he comes… that relationship has to end. It's not good for anyone." Jimin says with a really low tone, turning on the coffee machine as they enter the kitchen, putting in a capsule for Jungkook, after showing it to him.

"One of them will end up dead if they keep it going, I'm sure of it." responds Jungkook and Jimin scowls at him. "They don't always think clearly being around each other… In this business-"

"I- I know. That is what I'm telling you. It has to end. " Jimin mutters, looking at the hallway to the guards, as if he was of a controversial opinion.

At the same time, you are driven to the city with no destination, like you have asked the driver.

The lights, the people walking the streets, it feels like you are watching a movie through the windows of the car. Your head rests against the cold tinted glass as you observe them, imagining their lives; the old woman with her son, buying the last presents for their visiting family members, maybe for their in-laws, since he seems to wear a ring. The couple with matching winter clothing, with their bags full of decorations sticking out, smiling to each other make you sink down in your seat and lean back against the headrest, letting silent tears fall and how this break up took place comes to mind.

You were decorating the house with Seokjin's assistant when it finally hit you. The feeling in your gut, that one stirring every now and then while being around Seokjin for the last couple of months finally making sense.

You walked down the ladder, placed to reach the top of the tree to put the star, and sat over the biggest present box, looking at nothing specifically. Had it been how he treated Taehyung that afternoon, when he came to bring presents to add to the tree or that you were simply over it all? His overprotective and controlling attitude, although not forceful, had finally gotten to you.

The simple thought of having to spend Christmas with him and his associates was making the floor move under your feet and you felt like you were going to faint. It had to be over. Finally, with the calmness of decorating it came to you. The anger, the sorrowful feeling of being distrusted and thought unwise to make certain decisions, was finally bigger than your love for him.

The whole argument after Taehyung had kissed your forehead and squeezed your arm the day before, was tiring beyond measure and you hadn't even fought back this time. You simply had fallen silent and stared at him blankly, and his discomforts fell silent too.

You had left the room without a word, with a prudential time for him to speak again and before he left to take care of business, you only so briefly said goodbye to him. He had looked at you and noticed the dying feelings inside of you, but he was in a rush, couldn't stay to hunt down the truth. Bad luck.

Just like that, you chugged down half a liquor bottle from the mini fridge between the seats and asked the driver to take you to Kim's Manor. Uncalled, without heads up, you were standing, slightly unsteady, in the main entrance without an escort, twenty minutes later.

The housekeeper almost lost it when he saw you, his eyes bulged and he quickly moved away to help you get on a pair of slippers. Namjoon's over the top courtesy. No wonder his lovers had dreamy eyes whenever they were around; Princess treatment can feel really good.

"I'll let the master know you are here," he said, with urgency.

"No need, I haven't come to see Namjoon," you told him, making him gasp.

There were only two masters in the house and it happened that being near you almost got one of them killed. Or at least, having to play hide and seek for a good while.

"Missis, I-" he tried to speak but you could sense the internal fight between his own feelings of protecting his beloved master and the proper treatment of a family friend.

"Do your duty but I'll show myself the way," you said as you walked in and up the right set of stairs, to Taehyung's bedroom.

He wasn't sleeping, if you were honest, you didn't expect him to be and you wouldn't have come if you did. It was early for him. He was in bed, playing a game on his phone, wearing full silk pyjamas with a robe and soft Christmas socks. You were right of course, he raised his eyes from his phone first as the door opened, then left his phone aside when he saw you enter. You locked the door. With no particular plan, just for privacy.

He sat criss-cross over the bed and you leaned on the door. "I have broken up with Seokjin. I was at Jimin's but he was coming over… I know I shouldn't be here," It all suddenly hits you, the consequences, how thoughtless you have been. It isn’t over, not until Seokjin said so, he was going to the house to mend things and you should have stayed to keep your ground. It wasn’t until you voiced it that you realised you had made the worst possible decision. Taehyung isn't just your childhood best friend but also Seokjin's nemesis, in his eyes. Your heart starts beating faster.

"It's okay," Taehyung objects, paralysing all your thoughts.

"No it's not," speaks the voice of reason from inside you, through your vocal cords. You turn to try to unlock the door and seek Namjoon, before a misunderstanding can reach a fatal ending.

You had forgotten how long Taehyung's legs are, until he has reached you and closed the inch-wide crack you have managed to open. "Don't leave now," he mutters. "Please," he begs, causing you to turn around in the few inches of space he has left for your body.

"Taehyung, I-" you can’t say more. His lips are on yours, soft and gentle yet the way he breathes through his nose and how he lets his head fall on your left shoulder right after speaks love letters of contained passion.

"I love you," he mutters, voice cracked and tears starting to dampen your clothed skin.

The breath gets caught in your throat, as if seeing your life pass before your eyes, every little moment of closeness you have had with Taehyung until that very moment that ruined everything, played backwards in your mind. Your heart jolted. Seokjin's fears were true. Your indulgence with Taehyung, the tenderness you felt for him, the need to care, the fact you allowed him in Seokjin's bed and were always advocating for him to be forgiven, all translated to one simple sentence, "I love you too." Not childlike love and not only friendship love, not even just that pure and genuine love of wanting the best for each other. Love that makes you grip his robe to keep his body close. You have always done that, never wanted him too far from you.

Always pulling the hugs a little bit longer, always wanting him to stay, always wanting him near. Always lingering on his beautiful features and lying to yourself with the thought that you wanted a good girl for him. Always looking away when he kissed someone else, on the pretext of giving him privacy, yet feeling a slight twinge in your chest and telling yourself it was normal. You didn't want your friend to be taken away from you. Unaware that because you never had been given reasons to be jealous with Seokjin or simply trusting him, that would have been the feeling it would awaken in his case too. Unaware that you didn't just enjoy the view of Adonis Seokjin fucking another man but that you also enjoyed the view of Taehyung being taken. That it was the view of both men thaw had you wet and touching yourself with passion, even to the memory of it.

You quickly pulled him against you. The strange dizziness and clairvoyance of the drug mix making you feel slightly out of your mind. "Fuck me, Taehyung, I fucking love you how could I be so blind?"

He kisses you and pulls you against his chest, "Don't blame yourself now," he mutters against your hairline.

"Fuck me," you whisper, feeling his back and then groping his buttocks. You move away to meet his eyes, palms against his abdomen, "I feel like I have missed a lifetime of having you inside of me," you say, landing an accepted kiss from an astonished Taehyung, hands running all over him.

"Slow down baby, you are drunk," he says gently, grabbing your wrists and pulling away.

"And high, but it doesn't make it less true." you say looking at him devilish and then biting your lower lip.

"Oh wow, then I'm definitely not doing this," he says, letting go of your wrists and getting as further away from you as possible, reaching for the intercom at his nightstand. "Wyatt, can you get a room ready for the lady please, she's unwell," you hear him say and he has to hang up at the moment he feels you kissing his manhood over the clothes. "Good lord," he groans to the ceiling, before doing the right thing and walking away again. "You have to stop," he urges, seeing you crawl in his direction and you act the brat by lying on your back with your arms crossed. Pout included.

"Tomorrow or past it, when you are sober and fresh, if you still feel like doing these exact same things, I'll surrender to your will. I will please you with any means necessary," he says, squatting next to you.

You can only succumb to the capricious nature of the alcohol and drug. There over the floor, with its fluffiness you grumble and lie on your side, "I have just embarrassed myself, haven't I?"

"Further from the truth," he says, "I'm happy if this is the true level of comfort you feel with me but I can’t be sure you're not uninhibited right now."

You wake up foreign to the bed you are in, panicking until you realise where you are. The room is modernly decorated and although it has a forest painted on the tall wall against the bed's headrest, it looks nothing like Jimin's house. This one has hardwood floors and ceilings, keeping the warm aesthetic all the private areas of the house have. The top to bottom windows let in the light and the view of the gardens, but they also have blinds. The ones you forgot to draw last night.

You turn on your other side with no use, because you are already too awake. The sound of the toilet being flushed startles you to look in that direction and Taehyung slides the door to the ensuite open a few seconds later, shirtless. "Sorry," his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Have I woken you?"

"No-no, the sun did," you mutter confused, unable to remember last night, nor even how you ended up sleeping here. You wear nothing but a jumper and your panties, and apprehension takes over. If you have slept with him, you would like to remember it. You feel tension at the pit of your stomach, an awful dread of having experienced him but being unable to recover the events or what you felt, what it felt like. Your eyes redden with unfallen tears and your cracked voice says aloud, "Have we-?"

"Oh nononono-" Taehyung waves his hands in front of his body, distracting you from the thought. "I had a bit of a time to make you understand you were too intoxicated, but I helped you get to sleep. Nothing more than that." It's in that last sentence that his tone betrays him. You have always known when he lies. It's as if you knew every chord of his melody and were able to spot a single tone moved in it.

"Taehyung-"

"I killed Seokjin." he says with a monotone, as if not accepting it has happened. Your eyes bulge and you feel your heart slow down, a tear falling from your left eye but unable to process the whole meaning of it; in a sudden void. You can’t find words to express anything because your mind goes blank, yet your mouth opens slightly as if you want to say something.

"It was an accident." he finally speaks again in what has felt like time stopping, making you gasp as you snap out of your stupor. "That's why we are here. That's why we are not in my room. There was blood on the rug. On the bed too. Yes, also on the floor." the way his voice stays to a monotone while he looks to a spot on the floor, as he speaks, tells you he is in shock. "The service was cleaning it a few hours ago. I just-" he then looks at you. "I didn't dare to enter." He then seems to realise, "That's not important. I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to kill him, he came at me with a gun, I had the shower on, he thought you were in it-That we had sex, then-then everything went so fast. I didn't even have time to think! I just reacted-Like we were trained-I didn't think! How could I not think!?" he frantically explains, starting to pull his hair forcefully in distress.

You rush out of the bed, making sure to move his hands away to restrain him from damaging his scalp. "Taehyung, stop." you whisper, taking him in your arms. "It was self-defence… you just knew how to save yourself better. But, you were just surviving, nothing else." you shush him, although you are only pushing away whatever comes with his revelation, numb to the feeling. Not truly calm. Not fit for advice.

Once again, lust answers at the nonsense and you kiss on his neck. "Amnon-" he whispers with a husk in his voice.

"Please…" you whisper against his skin.

He succumbs this time, grabbing your ass as you work with your mouth on his pulsepoint. He doesn't stop you, when your mouth slides down his torso and his breath falters beautifully at your advances. This time he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when you kiss him over his trousers. He was half hard already but the gesture, when you don't move your lips away, makes you feel him grow to his full mast.

His hands grip your shoulders, pulling up and you oblige to stand, eyes trailing your features and the lines of your body as you do. They stop at your core for a second and his head falls backwards as he grunts.

When he looks at you again his eyes are full of lust, "Are you sure about this?" he takes the caution not to mention Seokjin again, the one thing that can be an obstacle, for its obviousness.

You respond physically first, sitting on the bed and letting your upper body fall, the jumper exposing a bit of tummy with the stretched movement.

When he moves, he does slow but when his hands touch you everything seems to take a hurricanes pace. He kisses, he bites, your lips, your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your thighs, until you are a flooded pool of desire, vibrating with need for him. Although, it is when his mouth and tongue take possession of your nub that you feel like you are meant to be like this. When you cum, you feel like you are floating in the sky.

The nakedness of his member makes you surround him with your legs, and you can already tell he is just as eager to be inside of you as you want him. It slides strongly against your walls as you press your chest against his, hugging him with your whole body as he enters you.

There's no closeness enough now that he is with you like this. You feel like you want to fuse with him, get inside of his body, in a different way that he is in yours, feel his blood flow in your veins. The next need is so over the top, the way you visualise your bodies melting together that you wonder if the drugs are still playing part in the experience.

Breathing fast under his body with his abdomen against yours, you feel your ecstasy flow through your body like burning magma of joy. "Taehyuuung!" you scream as your hands reach to the bed to grab on the sheets underneath. He chuckles but doesn't stop moving, frenetic with sensations. Then he feels it rushing, almost unexpected and pulls out spilling over your belly as he keeps stroking with his hand. You giggle, out of your mind.

"Look at your pretty cum…" you mutter, touching the splurts that have reached your ribs, extending it. You do think what you said, it's white and has spilled in drops like painting, except for the accumulation in your belly button. "You had a lot in you, didn't you?" you ask, meeting his eyes.

He looks astonished but pleased with his lips parted. "I'm sorry." he says and rushes to the bathroom with large steps, coming out with wet wipes to clean you. So careful, so sweet, you close your eyes and let him do it, even when he cleans on your slit, where a first spill had left dripping remnants.

"You didn't need to apologise," you say as he throws the last wipe on the bin next to that side's nightstand. "I love you," You say, as he looks you in the eyes. "your seed too."

"I love you too…" he lets out a breath, walking to meet you on the bed, hugging you abruptly. "I would do anything for you. Anything…" he says in the same tone against your head.

You don't remember falling asleep but in your slumber, not wanting to wake up, you feel Taehyung's breath at the side of your face that doesn't touch the pillow you lie on. He is caressing your shoulder, sliding down through your arm and coming back, slowly, again and again. You almost smile and turn to hug him but you hear him whisper, "We are finally alone," in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Then you remember, Seokjin didn’t come armed.

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I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

Work beta read by @pars-ley and @abitjess 💜

#bts smut #bts au fic #bts angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #taehyung x you #taehyung au #taehyung angst #Taehyung mafia #Seokjin mafia #taehyung smut #yandere #yandere taehyung

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taken anons: n/a. will you be my first? ♡

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺: breeding, daddy, degradation, brat taming, edging, cumplay, dirty talk, roleplay, lingerie, petplay, shibari/bondage, dollification, cockwarming, breathplay, somnophilia, size difference + this list is not exhaustive, these are just common kinks that will be featured on this blog

𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑺: raceplay, ageplay, bestiality, incest, necrophilia, infidelity, any pro-contact paras + this list is not exhaustive

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𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺: corruption, knifeplay, bloodplay, cnc, omorashi, free use, primalplay + this list is not exhaustive, these are just common kinks that will be featured on this blog

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routeless-writer · 2 years

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Kink Request List ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

This is an alphabetical list of kinks for requests and their availability. Please check the availability of your kink before requesting. If a kink is not on this list and you would like to know whether or not I will write it, feel free to dm me and ask. I will add it to the list for future reference after. This list will be updated regularly.

Anything with stars (✨) next to it is a favorite of mine and I will be more than happy to write it. Anything with a caution sign (⚠️) next to it is a potentially triggering kink for me or for others. This does not mean I won’t write it, but it will require warnings. Anything with a knife (🔪) next to it I refuse to write under any and all circumstances, and I would prefer to not be asked about it in any way, shape, form, or context.

Last update: 8/22/2024

Ageplay/age regression (in sexual context): not allowed (though simply the title of daddy/mommy is allowed, and age gaps are fine. i.e. Lilia or Comte x young adult MC.)🔪

Anonymous sex (glory holes, one night stands): allowed

Angry sex: allowed ⚠️

Bathroom kinks: never allowed🔪

BDSM: allowed ✨

Biting: allowed✨✨✨

Blindfolds: allowed

Blood play: allowed (used a lot in ikevamp/Lilia writing)⚠️

Body Worship: allowed ✨

Body Writing: allowed ✨

Branding: not allowed

Brats/brat taming: allowed✨

Breathplay: allowed⚠️ (includes choking)

Breeding: allowed✨

Chastity belt/cage: not allowed

CNC: allowed but i will turn down any request that's triggering to me specifically (not upsetti i just don't want to write myself into a spiral)⚠️⚠️⚠️

Collaring: allowed✨

Cumplay: allowed✨

Cybersex: allowed

Dacryphilia: allowed✨✨✨

Daddy/mommy kink: allowed without ageplay aspects

Degradation: allowed✨⚠️

Dom/Sub and power dynamics: allowed✨

Double penetration: allowed

Drool: allowed✨⚠️

Drugging: (see dub-con) allowed depending on context ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Dub-con: allowed depending on context, once again i will turn down anything triggering to me⚠️

Edging: allowed✨✨✨

Exhibitionism: allowed ⚠️

Feet fetish: not allowed

Finger sucking: allowed✨✨✨

Gags: allowed

Gore: not allowed, if i ever do horror writing then this is a maybe, but as of right now, no thank you!

Group sex: allowed

Gunplay: allowed⚠️ (never written before, though i can make an attempt?)

Hair pulling: allowed

Hand kink: allowed✨✨✨

Hard Doms: allowed ⚠️

Humiliation: allowed✨⚠️

Hypnosis: allowed⚠️

Ice play: allowed

Impact play: allowed (no face slapping though)⚠️

Knifeplay: allowed⚠️

Leather Bondage: allowed ✨

Lingerie: allowed ✨✨✨

Make up sex: allowed

Marking: allowed✨✨✨

Master/Mistress kink: allowed⚠️

Medical play: allowed⚠️

Omegaverse: not allowed

Orgasm denial: allowed

Outdoor sex: allowed

Overstimulation: allowed✨✨✨

Pegging: allowed

Petplay: allowed✨

Piercings: allowed if it’s mention of having piercings/the piercings themselves, not the ACT of piercing someone ⚠️

Pole dance: allowed

Power bottoms: allowed

Praise: allowed ✨✨✨

Primal play: allowed ✨

Rope Bondage/Shibari: allowed ✨✨✨

Ruined orgasm: allowed but I’ve never written this before, so it’ll probably suck lol

Sensory deprivation (anything not already listed): allowed

Service Doms/Tops: allowed✨

Service Subs/Bottoms: allowed ✨

Size kink: allowed✨✨✨

Soft brat taming: allowed✨✨✨✨✨

Soft Doms: allowed ✨✨✨

Somnophilia: allowed ⚠️✨

Striptease: allowed

Temperature play: allowed

Tentacles: allowed

Toys: allowed

Tattoos: allowed

Voyeurism: allowed depending on context ⚠️

Wax play: allowed

Weight play: allowed

Yandere: may be allowed in the future?

#mod mezzo #blog rules #not a request #request rules #rules #masterlist #navigation #secret stash

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kpop-hive · 3 years

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Smile Fuck For The Cameras

I wrote this about a few months ago, I just didn’t know when to post it, this is for all the Taemin stans! Enjoy ❤️

Pornstar!Taemin x Pornstar!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Pornstar scenes, heavy makeout, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slight nipple play, cumplay, cumshot, oral (male and female receiving)

“(Y/n)! We need you on set!” The director yelled. “She’s ready!” Your makeup artist yelled back. You began to walk onto the set, your normal outfit was nothing more than a red crop top, really high shorts, and red vans. As you stood beside the director, you looked at the set, it was a pretty normal house that the production team rented for this shoot. The first scene started in the kitchen, then went to the bedroom were you would create the scenes with your costar Taemin.

You were a new porn actress and this was your first real scene, you started out as a cam-girl before you were offered to do real scenes. Taemin was in the industry longer than you, three years actually. With his beautiful face, perfect body, and big dick, he was a shoe in for being named one of the hottest male pornstars. It made you a bit nervous being with someone so experienced while you didn’t really have any. Without any second thought, the director called Taemin and Seulgi onto the set.

“Taemin! Seulgi!” He yelled. Soon after, the two finally scurried towards the set. You all greeted each other, trying to be more comfortable, then Taemin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he bit his plump lip, his eyes practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Okay, let’s get this started, try to remember your lines, we’ll start in the kitchen with Seulgi and (Y/n), and Taemin comes in when it’s his cue. Remember (Y/n) you’re Seulgi’s best friend, Taemin you’re Seulgi’s new stepbrother, now everyone into position.” The director commanded. The description was pretty basic, Seulgi and Taemin were step siblings and you were Seulgi’s best friend who Taemin takes interest in. Besides the cringy lines, it was a pretty standard and simple porn shoot, and a great way to get your name into the industry. As you and Seulgi stood in the kitchen, Taemin waited in the hallway for his cue, everything was in place and ready to be filmed.

“Ready, Action!” The director yelled.

“Have you ever thought about getting your boobs done?” Seulgi asked you. “I have, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t want them to be bigger than a D cup, but it would be interesting to try them out.” You giggled. “Anyways, how’s life?” You asked. “It’s actually going good as long as I don’t run into my stepbrother.” Seulgi rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, he’s not that bad is he?” “Not that bad, he act’s like he owns the place, he eats all the food, plays his music all night, and he once fucked some girl and she was so loud I couldn’t get any sleep.” Seulgi complains. “I mean I understand, your brother’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” You smirked. “Eww, he’s not cute, I can’t believe you said that.” “Yeah okay, but you only see him this way because he’s your step brother.” You replied. “Nope even if he wasn’t, never in a million years would I consider Taemin attractive.” She said in disgust. On cue, Taemin walks in to position.

“Hey creature, hey (Y/n).” He said referring to you and Seulgi. “Fuck you.” Seulgi said. “Hey Taemin.” You smiled. “What are you guys talking about?” Taemin asked. “Stuff that doesn’t concern you whatsoever, besides you don’t want to hear us talk about girl stuff.” Seulgi responded. “Whatever, I’m sure (Y/n) would like my company.” He said sitting down next to you at the island. “You look nice today.” Taemin said pinching your side. “Thank you, you look good too.” You smiled. “Ugh, (Y/n) you don’t have to be nice to him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Seulgi said glaring. “You know I think this kitchen would be much more lively if it didn’t have your attitude in it.” Taemin replied. “Whatever, I have to go to the store and pick some groceries up since you ate them all, please be nice and keep (Y/n) comfortable while I’m gone meaning don’t bother her.” Seulgi spoke. “Please, she’s in good hands.” Taemin replied pulling you into a side hug, his hand just above your ass. Seulgi nods before exiting the house heading to the store.

“Thank God she’s gone.” Taemin said. “Why do you both have to bicker so much?” You asked giggling. “Maybe because we’re both fighting for your attention.” He suggests. “What? No, you are both good friends of mine.” You replied standing up to go to the fridge for water. “Oh please, Seulgi can’t stand to see you with me she hates when you’re attention is on me.” He spoke. “Well you are an interesting person.” You commented. Taemin bit his lip looking at you bending down in the fridge for a water bottle, your ass hanging out of your shorts. He moved closer to you cornering you at the fridge. As you stood up with the water in your hand you were shocked to see Taemin standing right behind you. “Well if Seulgi would let me near you, I could show you how interesting I can really be.” Taemin smirked. “Well, Seulgi’s not here is she?” You asked drinking some of your water. “You’re right she’s not, so I guess she can’t stop me doing this.” Taemin took the water from your hand before placing it on the counter and smashing his lips into yours.

The kiss made you melt, his plump lips were perfect for kissing. His hands were set on your waist before the quickly moved to your ass. Your hands were still placed against the counter as he trapped you in with his body. Taemin pushed his tongue into your tongue dominating you already. He explored your mouth as you were both getting turned on from each other. He pulled away biting your lip slightly staring into your eyes.

“Fuck me.” You whined. Taemin nodded picking you up and carrying you upstairs to his room. Finally in the large room with the king sized bed in the middle, Taemin threw you on the bed as you kicked off your shoes ready to have sex with him. He began to kiss your neck before going back up to your lips giving you small pecks teasing you. Taemin moved his hands to feel you through your top, you wore no bra so you could easily feel his thumbs swiping over your now hardened nipples. Taemin began to reach for the end of your top pulling it over your head as he now saw your bare breasts on display for him.

“Such pretty tits baby.” He smirked before using his thumb and index finger to tug on the hardened nipple. He bent down and took your other one into his mouth causing you to mewl. He looked up at you as his tongue and fingers pleased your nipples in a satisfying way. The tugs, nibbles, and licks were sending shockwaves to your core. Your hands flew to his hair as he switched to your other nipple, giving it some attention as well. Taemin sat up, giving a full view the large bulge that stood to attention in his pants. You pushed Taemin down, switching positions as you climbed on top of Taemin, grinding down on his bulge making him issue a groan.

“Fuck.” Taemin panted as you swiveled your hips on his, you leaned down to kiss him once more before you moved down to the front of the bed and undid his jeans, as soon as you did, his cock sprung up, and your eyes were wide. He was even bigger in person than what you’ve seen him do on the screen. “Fuck so big.” You said. You took his hard cock into your hands. You pumped him softly, Taemin groaned, and as soon as you heard that reply, you went ahead and took him into your mouth.

Taemin let out a huge groan as he felt your mouth wrap around his cock, you enjoyed the feeling of having him in your mouth. You were so focused on sucking him off, you literally forgot there were cameras filming you two, you were pretty much drunk off of his dick.

You continued to suck him off, taking more of him in your mouth, Taemin’s moans got louder each time you moved your head down. You started to move your hand up and down faster, matching it with your mouth, once you did that, you looked up at Taemin’s reactions, he looked really hot, you could see why he was so popular in the industry, his sounds and expressions were so sexy.

You started to use your free hand to massage his balls, making him pull your hair a little harder, his cock began to twitch in your mouth, signaling that he was ready to release. You continued to suck on him more, you hallowed out your cheeks, and as soon as you did that Taemin began to cum in your mouth. His cum going down your throat, his groans and pants got you so wet you didn’t even know how to explain it. Once he finished, you sat back up, your eyes locked with his, as you showed your face to him, sticking your tongue out while it was covered with his cum, the camera getting a perfect angle of it as you did so.

Soon after, you swallowed his cum, the thick liquid, giving you a warm feeling as it went down your throat. Taemin didn’t give you enough time to gather yourself before he pushed you down again, pulling down your shorts showing your glistening wet pussy. Taemin licked his lips before diving in immediately, licking your pussy from your slit up to your clit. He continued this action two more times before latching his mouth to your sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Taemin sucked on your clit as if he was a starved man, your body quivering at the cold room and the harsh sucking of Taemin’s tongue. So many Pornstars that you talked to before had said that he had a magic tongue, and they were right. You could feel every part of his talented tongue moving around, your lips quivering at how good it feels.

Taemin then moved his tongue to lick all over the insides of your pussy, spelling his name into your clit, before slowly licking down to your entrance before he pushed his wet muscle into you. “Uh right there!” You whimpered. Taemin took heed of your reaction and moved his tongue in and out of you, the camera getting a close up of the action. You were super close, you gripped onto Taemin’s hair as he continued to tongue fuck you, the camera panned to your face as you began to grind on his tongue making Taemin groan into you. In an instant, you threw yourself over the edge, releasing on Taemin’s tongue.

Taemin moaned into your pussy as you came, your eyes closed as your body shook, moaning out loud. Taemin held your hips down as you came, not wanting you to shake too much as he cleaned your juices that you created from said arousal. As you calmed down, Taemin cleaned the rest of your juices before he sat back up, hovering over you to kiss your lips.

“Fuck me, Seulgi will be here any second.” You begged. Taemin nodded his head before removing his shirt, you stared hard at his solid abs before he quickly pulled you on top of him. You lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sitting down as his cock stretched you out.

“Fuck!” You whined. Taemin’s cock stretched you out as you slowly began to move up and down on it. You whined and whimpers where music to his ears as tried to get Taemin and yourself off. He was really big and you could feel every inch of him inside you. His hands fondled your breasts as he pinched your nipples sending shock waves to your pussy. You were determined to cum, wanting to make sure your pussy was well taken care of before Seulgi came back and you would end up loosing all the feeling and attention your pussy was receiving.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re so desperate to get off aren’t you? You don’t want my sister; your best friend to know what we’re doing? You don’t want her to see how much of a slut you are for my cock?” Taemin said in his smooth voice. His moans and grunts were already doing enough to you, but to also add in dirty talk, that could make you cum in an instant.

“Ahh, Taemin!” You squealed when Taemin began to thrust up into you, loving how your juices flowed down on his cock. His hands snaked down from your waist to your ass, smacking the smooth skin as you ground your hips into his trying to chase your high. All of a sudden, Taemin flipped you over, his dick never leaving your pussy as he began to thrust into you again, this time with brutal force.

“Shit!” You panted. Taemin brought your leg up to his shoulder to pound into you harder. This new found angle was enough to send you wailing as he found your g-spot as he dwelled harder into you. “Fuck right there!” You mewled. Taemin smirked as he threw his head back, eyes closed as he was near his peak, sweat coated his chest and forehead as he glistened in the room. The more you watched Taemin, the more you realized that your orgasm was near.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum!” You exclaimed. His thrusts never stopped, his hips just sent you into a frenzy as you moaned loudly, releasing on his dick, you cried out his name as you released on his cock, your head thrown back as your orgasm washed over you finally past your peak. Taemin was close as well, his moans became more longing as he continued to thrust, sending you into overstimulation. He watched how your tits bounced at his thrusts and was close and ready to cum inside you until he had an idea.

“Can I cum on your face?” He questioned. With no hesitation you nodded your head yes making Taemin eagerly pull out of you and you swiftly got down on your knees. Taemin leaned over you as you put him to your mouth one last time time, tasting your juices on his cock. As you took him out of your mouth, Taemin began to jerk his cock in front of you, eyes lulling back as he pumped his cock fast. You looked up at him with doe eyes as he groaned wanting to cum. You moved your hand to his thigh, inching it further to his pelvis, with the slight rub of his balls Taemin released his hot cum against your face.

Your eyes were shut, and you could only rely on your other senses to describe the moment. Taemin’s moans were music your ears as he released his cum right on your face, some of his cum leaked to your lips, and you had no hesitation whatsoever to lick you cum stained lips tasting his cum quickly. Taemin saw your face and was instantly aroused. His cum moved quickly as it stained your tits dripping down on the plump flesh.

As you wiped the cum away from your eye, you open them taking in Taemin’s stance. His eyes were still lustful, and his cock still rock hard as he saw most of your face and chest stained with cum, as he pulled you up he instantly went in for a kiss, his cock pressing against your sensitive pussy making you whine. “I wanna fuck you again.” Taemin said, but as soon as you were ready to pounce on him, Seulgi walked in.

“Hey guys, I’m- what the fuck!?” She exclaimed, making both of you turn around looking guilty as ever. “Remind to never leave the two of you alone again!” She said as she stormed off not wanting to look at the two of you naked and covered in Taemin’s release.

“And cut!” The crew clapped as the scene ended. The stylist gave you and Taemin robes to cover your bodies, and a wet towel to wipe your face and chest. “That was really great! You guys take a fifteen, and after that I’ll let you see the footage.” The director said. You and Taemin walked back to where the dressing rooms are talking about the scene.

“You were great.” You said. “Thanks it really means a lot, you were awesome too.” He replied. “Yeah, but not as good as me, especially when you came up with that “I wanna fuck you again” line, that wasn’t even in the script, and delivered it perfectly!” You praised. “Well of course, that’s because I really wanna fuck you again.” He explained, the deepness in his voice was very arousing, he definitely not lying or joking, and it was enough to have you wet again in an instant. Barking up the courage, you gave him an idea.

“Come to my dressing room and show me how much you wanna fuck me again.” You smirked. Taemin smirked back, eyes filled with lust again as he answered. “I’d be happy to.” He said as you both quickly ran into your dressing room.

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