#2PM Smut

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Junho (2PM) - Kinky Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho

Stage Name: Junho

Group: 2PM

DOB: 25.01.1990

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFJ

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Earth Snake

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: 2PM

Junho (2PM) - Kinky

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho Stage Name: Junho Group: 2PM DOB: 25.01.1990 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Aquarius Chinese Sign: Earth Snake Life Path Number: 9

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Position - 2 of Pentacles, Determination

Junho is pretty much used to managing his life on his own. He might not be willing to give his control out, not even for his lover’s sake. He’s not exactly despotic but he has the authority of a man who’s sure of his opinions and values and he’s very likely to ask for respect from his lover. His word is the law. Junho is not here to debate about his core customs or values, they are what they are. What you see is what you get with him. Junho is pretty skilled in multitasking and achieving goals at any cost. If his goal is to date someone, his prey is basically defeated the moment Junho sets his eyes on them.

Libido - XV The Death, XIX The Sun, Ideation

Junho’s libido is all about the ideas and creation and transformation. He’s likely to have a strong lust and desire for his lover but that person needs to have some brains in order for him to get turned on. Two major arcana cards suggest a powerful passion and the fact they are Death and Sun suggest that nothing is taboo for Junho. He’s open minded and ready to explore when it comes to sexual experience. Junho has a strong sense for erotica and he’s likely to become rather creative in the bedroom (or anywhere, really). He’s one of those lovers who can deliver such bliss through their performance that it feels like a little death to his lover and afterwards they feel utterly changed to the core. Junho is big on both foreplay and aftercare as well. Basically a perfect lover.

Turn On - Page of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Movement

Oh Junho! Such a MAN! While Junho is more of a dom in a relationship, he’s likely to still feel attracted to a person who’s strong and confident on their own. Junho might prefer his special person to actually approach him first. He’s gonna take it from there but they have to make the first move. Junho likes people with both creativity and common sense to them, those who know their craft and are successful in their professional life. Some nobody with more guts than brains is not likely to impress this gentleman.

Kink - 4 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Swords, Love

I must admit that Junho confused me here. All the swords cards suggest a certain detachment and passivity and then there’s the love card. What can I make out of this? Anyway! Junho is a romantic but he’s more of a pragmatic romantic. He’s not likely to go out of his way just to impress his lover with a super sweet date. Junho is more astute and sophisticated. He’s likely to play it cool with his lover and not be a big fan of public display of affection. Junho is likely to enjoy slow seduction and it’s even hotter for him, if he’s the one being seduced, as the 4 of Swords suggest a certain passivity on his side. He likes to be treated like a King before things get too hot and out of hand. Junho might have a control kink. While he likes to be seduced by his lover, at a certain point the roles switch, Junho takes the lead and bosses his lover around, instructing them to do this and that for and to him. He might have a thing for bondage but the knots should always be loose and easy to undo, whether he’s the one bondaged or his lover. Junho likes it when at certain points all shackles fall down and he and his lover can feel liberated through the act of love.

Dirty Secret - VII The Chariot, Hunger

Junho is a hungry man. Not in a sense of food cravings, though. He’s hungry for something to touch his soul, fill him up, something to emotionally and spiritually satisfy him. And in this context it’s a craving for a lover who would match him so well that his emotional, spiritual and mental needs are all fulfilled. Junho is not the type to sit down and wait for this person to come into his life, he’s actively searching for them, determined to find that person. See the contrast of yellow and blue in the cards? It reminds me of day and night. Junho wants to find a partner who would be his companion during the day and a lover during the night, someone mature enough to simply accept and love Junho with his light and dark sides.

I'm sorry for spaming you with so many pics of Junho, but... Just look at the man! That's a perfection right there. 😍 I'm sorry. I have some very... intense feelings for Junho (and for all 2PM members, to be honest, their fandom might be Hottest but that's also a term that fits the members perfectly).

If I will ever catch a moment when some of my befriended readers offers ship readings, I will ask for one with Junho 😂

Anyway! I know Junho isn't on my request list but I woke up with a strong feeling of doing his reading today. Plus I'm genuinelly bored with all those idols in their early 20s. 😂

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[puppym3]

Could you maybe write a fic based off of your favorite fancam? I know it sounds like a weird suggestion but I'm curious

⌦ .｡.:*♡ "take you home tonight"

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

playboy!seungmin x fem!reader

"let’s get out of this noisy place without anyone knowing no bad intentions just wanna know you more"

synopsis: seungmin knows you from mutual friends, and he always thought you were cute but you've never interacted with him. you both were at a house party you both were invited to and once he finally grabbed your attention, he never let it go.

wc: 5.7k

warnings: MDNI 18+, playboy!seungmin, cocky!seungmin, alcohol consumption, pining, tension, confessions, seungmin knows he's hot, at least he's respectful, seungmin is a little bit of a tease, text message segments, kissing, piv, protected sex, brief oral (f rec.), fluffy, seungmin wins reader's heart over, (lmk if i missed any!)

a/n: honestly, this really confused me at first, but then it really intrigued me and i couldn't stop thinking about it. thank you anon for giving me this change to dig deeper and be more creative with my writing!! before we start the fic, i should let you guys know what my favorite fancam is!!!

it's seungmin's "my house" fancam from the 2020 SBS music awards!! you can watch it here! i think it's the way he moves in it that's just so addictive, i've probably watched it millions of times, i suggest you watch it too!

let me know in the comments what your favorite fancam is! <3 (ALSO pls pls leave suggestions in my inbox i literally love doing these)

here's the song on spotify, as well!

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

The thumping bass of the music vibrated through the walls of the house, mingling with chatter and laughter. You navigated through the crowd, holding a red solo cup filled with some concoction you barely knew the name of. It was one of those typical college house parties—loud, chaotic, and bursting with energy.

You kept on losing your friends through the crowd of drunk dancing people, and the dim lights didn't help at all. The place was huge too, either someone rented out a mansion for the night, or they just happened to own a place this huge, and also had enough money to turn this place into a club-like setting.

Relieved to have found a quieter corner in the sprawling mansion, you took a moment to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. The night had been a whirlwind so far, and you couldn't help but feel a little lost in the chaos. You sipped your drink, scanning the room for any familiar faces.

Seungmin, a familiar face from your mutual friends, spotted you from across the room, his eyes lighting up when he saw you alone. He had been trying to catch your attention all night, but every time he got close, you seemed to disappear into the crowd.

Seungmin, little did he know, you were purposefully avoiding letting him come close to you all night. You barely knew the guy, sure, but every single time you've seen him, his charms made you undeniably angry, always seeming to have a different girl attached to his side.

He's a playboy, and you didn't want to get yourself tangled up in his game, you didn't want to be used for a quick fling, no matter how sexy he was.

So you continued to evade him, making sure to keep your distance from the boy who, even though you've never had a full conversation with, you couldn't get out of your mind.

Contemplating the chaos inside, you made a conscious decision to seek some fresh air and stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the cool breeze on your face. The night was quiet out here, a stark contrast to the party inside. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head.

After a few minutes, you felt ready to dive back into the chaos. You re-entered the mansion, weaving through the crowd once more. As you made your way back to the dance floor, your eyes landed on Seungmin.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in exasperation at the uncanny ability of fate to always lead you to the one person you least wanted to encounter.

He was dancing in the middle of the room, his body moving effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. His hips swayed with a natural grace that was almost hypnotic. He was laughing, his face lit up with genuine joy, and for a moment, you forgot everything else about him.

You couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way his body moved, how charming he was even when nobody was watching.

For the first time, you saw him without the usual entourage of girls. It was just him, immersed in the rhythm, completely unaware of the eyes on him. The way he moved was magnetic, and despite your better judgment, you felt a pull towards him.

Before you knew it, your feet were moving, carrying you closer to the dance floor. You tried to keep your distance, but your eyes never left him. Seungmin's dance was intoxicating, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the sight.

Then, as if sensing your presence, Seungmin looked up and caught your gaze. His eyes locked onto yours, and a slow, confident smile spread across his face. He held out his hand, an invitation in his eyes.

You hesitated, your mind racing. Every instinct told you to turn around and walk away, to avoid the playboy who had captured your attention. But something inside you wanted to see where this moment could lead.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Seungmin. His smile grew as he pulled you into his arms, his hands settling on your hips. The tension between you was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Look who finally stopped running," he teased, his voice low and smooth.

You smirked, trying to keep your cool. "Look who's finally dancing solo. What happened to your other girls?"

Seungmin's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. "I figured they were getting in the way of something I really wanted."

You raised an eyebrow, a touch of skepticism in your voice. "And what’s that?"

"Getting to know you," he said smoothly, his fingers lightly tracing your hips as he guided you into the rhythm of the music. "I've been trying to catch your attention all night, but you keep slipping away."

You tilted your head, a smirk playing on your lips. "Maybe I was trying to avoid you on purpose."

"Really?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "And why would you want to do that?"

"Because you have a reputation," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "One that doesn’t exactly scream ‘relationship material.’"

Seungmin chuckled, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "What if I told you that my reputation is all just a show?"

"I'd call you a liar," you said, your voice teasing. "Because I've seen the way you flirt with anything in a skirt."

Seungmin spun you around, your back now pressed against his chest. His voice was low, his breath warm against your ear.

"And what if I told you that there's more to me than just a pretty face?"

You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your mind was telling you to run, to get away from the playboy who had captured your attention. But your body was telling you something else.

You leaned back into him, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. "I'd say prove it," you challenged.

Seungmin's hand slid from your hip to your stomach, pulling you closer to him. "Come to my house tonight," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll show you everything."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," he admitted. "let me earn it."

You bit your lip, your heart racing. You knew it was a bad idea, but You found it impossible to ignore the undeniable chemistry that crackled between the two of you.

Seungmin’s hand rested on your lower stomach, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided your movements with the music. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the intensity of the night. His proposition tugged at your desires, yet caution whispered warnings in your mind, leaving you torn.

You were just about to make your decision when the song changed, the beat shifting from fast and pulsing to something slow and seductive. Seungmin's hand moved from your stomach to either side of your hips, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Last chance to get away," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

With a sharp intake of breath, you turned around and pulled Seungmin closer. His body pressed against yours, and you felt your skin burning up.

"If you get any funny ideas, I'm out." You huffed, acting like you totally weren't being swooned.

The bass of the music was heavy, and the heat of the room was nearly suffocating, but nothing could compare to the electricity between you and Seungmin. You were pressed up against each other, dancing with a natural ease.

Seungmin had his hands on your waist, and you had yours around his neck. The two of you moved in sync, as if you had done this a thousand times before. It was exhilarating, and you felt as if you were flying.

Seungmin smiled, and you felt your heart flutter. You had been avoiding him all night, but now you couldn't get enough of him.

As the music shifted to a faster pace, Seungmin's hands moved to the small of your back, and you felt his body moving with yours. The two of you were practically wrapped around each other, and you couldn't help but revel in the way he made you feel.

He was dangerous, but you couldn't resist him. He was a playboy, but there was a part of you that wanted to see where things could go.

The night went on, and Seungmin's offer remained on the table. You kept your distance, but you couldn't get him out of your head. When the party started to wind down, and the crowd began to disperse, Seungmin held his hand out to you.

"So, are you coming with me?" he asked, a smile on his face.

The words were simple, but they carried weight. You looked at him, and the temptation was almost too much to resist.

You thought back to all the rumors you had heard about him, the countless girls he had charmed and seduced, but you didn't care right now.

There was something about him that drew you in, and even though you knew it was a bad idea, you couldn't say no.

"Okay," you breathed, taking his hand.

The two of you made your way out of the mansion, and Seungmin led you to his car. The night was quiet and still, and the moon was high in the sky. It was as if the world had paused, giving you a moment to breathe before diving into the unknown.

"This is it," Seungmin said, his voice low and steady.

What did he have planned? Was he planning to just invite me here like all of his other quickies and make me leave the next morning? Or was he being serious?

The questions raced through your mind as you looked up at the apartment. It was smaller than you expected it to be, and in a quiet neighborhood. You had imagined him living in a luxury high rise, but this was surprisingly humble.

Seungmin held his hand out for you, and you took it, letting him guide you up the stairs. His hand was warm and reassuring, and for a moment, you could almost forget that you were in the home of a notorious playboy.

"Make yourself comfortable," Seungmin said, his tone soft and inviting.

You blinked in surprise, 'make yourself comfortable?' You thought he would jump you the moment you stepped foot in his place. But instead, he was offering you a seat, a drink, and an ear to listen.

You couldn't remember the last time you had spent an evening with someone in such an intimate setting. Usually, if you were to go home with someone, it was because they were expecting something to happen.

But tonight, it was different.

Seungmin was patient and attentive, asking questions about your life, and listening intently to your answers.

When would he drop the facade and make a move on me?

You questioned repeatedly, feeling a growing sense of anticipation building within you.

"Are you cold?" Seungmin asked, noticing how you had unconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Um, yeah, a little," you lied, knowing full well that you were just nervous.

Seungmin slipped his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. "There you go," he said, his voice low and smooth. "That better?" The warmth of his jacket and the smell of his cologne surrounded you, and for a moment, you couldn't find the words to speak.

"Thank you," you managed, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. He had only given you his jacket, and yet your heart was beating like a jackhammer. You couldn't deny that you were attracted to him, and that you wanted him to keep on stripping.

But Seungmin surprised you again, by not making any move. It started agitating you, the anticipation of him not doing anything was killing you.

"Are you okay?" Seungmin asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes! No! I mean- I'm fine, it's just..."

"Just what?" he prompted, his voice soft and understanding.

"You're not gonna, y'know..."

"Gonna what?" he asked, a look of genuine confusion on his face.

You huffed, your cheeks red. "I mean, isn't this when you'd, like, y'know, make a move or something?"

Seungmin bursted out laughing, shaking his head. "Is that what you think this is? Me, bringing you back to my place so I can have my way with you?"

You pouted, a look of embarrassment on your face. "Isn't it? Don't you bring girls back to your apartment for this reason?"

Seungmin shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "This is the first time I've invited any girl to my place," he admitted, "why? Did you want something to happen?"

"I- what? No, no!" you protested, but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you.

Seungmin's smile widened, and he leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you sure about that?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, and the tension in the air was palpable. You could feel his body heat radiating off him, and the urge to close the gap between you was overwhelming.

"Y-yes, I'm sure," you stammered, but your eyes gave you away.

"Really?" he murmured, his hand brushing against your cheek.

"I mean, why did you bring me here, if not to... do things?" you asked, the curiosity getting the best of you.

Seungmin's smile faltered slightly, and he looked away, as if embarrassed. "I like you," he said quietly, "and I wanted to spend time with you, get to know you, in private."

You couldn't believe it, he didn't even try anything at all. He really did just want to spend time with you.

"You don't have to lie, you barely know me, how can you like me?" you huffed, a bit annoyed at his antics.

"Because, I don't chase, and for the first time in my life, I want to."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words catching you off guard. You looked at him, and you saw nothing but sincerity and vulnerability in his eyes.

"You like me?" you asked, disbelief and hope intermingling in your voice.

"I do," he affirmed, his gaze locked on yours. "I've been trying to talk to you for months, but you've been keeping your distance."

"I just didn't want to be another one of your conquests," you admitted, your voice soft.

"And what if I told you that I haven't slept with anyone else since I met you?" Seungmin asked, his voice laced with emotion.

You blinked, not believing what you were hearing. "You... haven't?"

"No, I haven't. I haven't wanted to," he said, his eyes holding yours.

Your heart raced, the emotions swirling within you threatening to overwhelm you. "I don't understand,"

"What's not to understand?" he asked, his voice soft and tender.

"Wouldn't liking me make you want to fuck me even more?" you challenged, trying to make sense of his words.

Seungmin sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I want more than that," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"I want more than sex," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "I want more than a night."

His words pierced your heart, and you were at a loss for words. You couldn't deny the indescribable feelings he was bringing out of you.

You felt his hand cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.

"So, do you want more?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You breathed, your voice shaking.

Seungmin's grip on your hip tightened, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his body heat, the smell of his cologne, the sound of his heartbeat. It was intoxicating.

He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against yours. You could feel the electricity between you, the desire for more.

You didn't care about his background anymore, you didn't care if he had an uncountable amount of women before you, you wanted to be the best, the last, you wanted to be all his.

Seungmin’s breath was warm against your lips, and the intensity of the moment made your heart race even faster. You felt like you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, and the world outside seemed to disappear. The only thing that mattered was the proximity of his lips, the warmth of his touch, and the promise of something more.

You closed the gap, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Seungmin responded eagerly, his hands moving to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into that single, electric contact, and you could feel every ounce of it.

The kiss was slow and exploratory, as if both of you were savoring the moment and the connection between you. Seungmin’s lips were soft and insistent, and you could taste the sweetness of his breath mingling with the lingering taste of your drink. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of desire, and of something more profound than just physical attraction.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, faces flushed with emotion. Seungmin’s eyes were locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. As if it was the first time he's ever kissed in his life.

"What does this mean?" he asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

You brushed his thumb over his cheek, a smile playing on your lips. "It means that I'm done running," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

"And?" Seungmin prompted, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"And," you began, taking a deep breath, "I want to be more than a night with you as well."

Seungmin exhaled, a look of relief and happiness washing over his features. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he was afraid to let go. You wrapped your arms around him, the feeling of his embrace enveloping you. It was as if the whole world had stopped, and it was just the two of you in that moment.

"Thank you," he breathed, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

You buried your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne and reveling in the feel of his body against yours. You could stay like this forever, you thought, but reality soon set in.

You reluctantly pulled back, meeting his gaze. "So, what now?" you asked, your voice laced with anticipation.

"Now," Seungmin began, a smirk spreading across his face, "Can I take you out on a date, maybe?"

You couldn't help but giggle at the hopeful expression on his face, "Of course," you replied, your heart fluttering with excitement.

"How about tomorrow?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

You nodded, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You couldn't believe this was happening, and part of you still wondered if it was a dream.

He leaned in and captured your lips in another but shorter kiss.

When he pulled back, you found yourself unconsciously chasing his lips, stopping when you realized what you were doing.

Seungmin smirked, and the look on his face sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are you going to keep teasing me?"

"Do you want me to?" he countered, his seductive tone back.

You playfully hit his chest, the flusteredness showing on your face.

"You were the one who told me to 'not try anything funny'." he teased, his fingers trailing over the back of your hand.

You wanted to curse at past you for setting you up like that. And at him for using it against you at this moment.

You wanted to tease him back, it wasn't fun being the only one cock-blocked.

"You can take your jacket back," you said, taking it off and handing it to him.

He looked at you, confused.

"I won't be needing it."

You brought your hands to the back of your dress, pretending to slowly unzip it.

His eyes widened and his face was red when he realized what you meant.

"Wait, so does this mean- Are you-"

"I don't know, am I?" you taunted, enjoying his reaction.

He blinked a couple of times, trying to process the situation.

"But aren't we going to date first?" he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Dating doesn't equal fucking."

His breath hitched in his throat and he looked at you as if you were an entirely new person.

"Did I surprise you?" You said, removing your hands from the back of your dress.

He was too stunned to say anything.

"Good night, Min,"

"W-what? Are you not staying?" he asked, disappointment laced in his voice.

"We have a date tomorrow, right?"

You turned away and made your way to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow,"

"But-"

You didn't bother to hear him out, closing the door behind you.

You were dying laughing, all the way down to the bottom of the apartment.

Suddenly you felt a buzz, a text came in from your phone.

Seungmin: I wasn't expecting that.

You: You said you wanted to chase.

Seungmin: You got me,

Seungmin: Goodnight.

Seungmin: See you tomorrow.

Seungmin: Sleep well.

Seungmin: Text me when you get home.

As you turned off your phone, a mix of excitement and anticipation lingered, and you couldn't help but wear a stupid smile on your face. You knew he had you hooked.

***

You laid in bed, Seungmin still flooded in your head. The smell of his cologne ghosted your senses and the memory of his lips on yours replayed in your mind.

"I'm so fucked,"

You eventually fell asleep, excited for tomorrow.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was reach for your phone to check your messages. It was still early, so there were no texts from Seungmin on your phone.

But someone else did message you overnight, your friend who invited you to that party.

> I heard you left with Seungmin. I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDNT DO ONE-NIGHT STANDS!!!

> Did you use protection?? please tell me you used protection.

> You're not even responding...

> Oh god, what happened??

> Don't tell me you're dead, naked, and your body is in a forest somewhere???

> You're still not answering.

> At least tell me if the d was big though? Did he know how to use it?

> Wait, don't tell me, I don't want to know.

> OMG WHAT IF YOURE PREGNANT WITH HIS BABY.

You couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter, your friend was always one for drama. You decided to leave her on read, knowing that she'll be annoyed with your lack of response.

It didn't take long for Seungmin to text you.

Seungmin: Morning,

Seungmin: Do you have any plans today?

You: Yeah, I have this really hot date in a little bit.

Seungmin: I'm jealous.

Seungmin: He should know you're mine.

You: Come pick me up, Min.

You: So you can remind me.

Seungmin: Address?

You sent Seungmin your address, excitement bubbling within you as you prepared for your date. Your heart raced with anticipation, and you found yourself fidgeting with every little detail of your outfit.

When the doorbell rang, it felt like time slowed down. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest, and swung the door open. There he was, standing on your doorstep with a charming smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The sight of him sent a surge of desire through you, making you want to drag him inside and forget all the plans you had for the day.

“Hi,” he greeted, his smile widening as he held out the flowers. “I thought these would brighten your day.”

You took the bouquet, feeling your cheeks flush. “Hi. Thank you, they’re beautiful.”

Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with genuine warmth as he looked at you. “Ready for our adventure?”

You nodded, your excitement palpable as you stepped out and closed the door behind you. The day was just beginning, and you could already tell it was going to be special.

The first stop was a museum, a place you had never been before. Seungmin seemed to know all the best exhibits and shared interesting facts with you as you wandered through the halls. His enthusiasm was contagious, and you found yourself captivated by his passion for art and history.

Next, he took you to a quaint little café for lunch. The food was delicious, but what stood out the most was the way Seungmin made you feel. His attention was solely on you, and every moment was filled with easy conversation and laughter. Despite your attempts to pay for your share, he insisted on covering the bill, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he did so.

After lunch, Seungmin took you shopping. You roamed through boutique stores, trying on clothes and laughing together as he gave you his playful opinions on various outfits. His generosity was evident as he insisted on buying you a stunning dress you had your eye on, despite your protests.

As the day wound down, you returned to Seungmin’s apartment. The atmosphere shifted as you walked in, the intimate setting contrasting with the excitement of the day. Seungmin pulled out his guitar, a soft smile on his face.

“Let me show you something,” he said, settling into a cozy spot on the couch and gesturing for you to join him.

You watched in awe as he began to strum a gentle melody. His fingers moved skillfully over the strings, and his voice, smooth and heartfelt, filled the room with a beautiful song. It was a side of Seungmin you hadn’t seen before, and you were mesmerized by his talent. The way he played and sang seemed almost magical, and you found yourself lost in the music.

When he finished, you were already snuggled up next to him on the couch, a contented sigh escaping your lips. The movie playing in the background was a mere backdrop to the warmth and closeness between you. You didn’t care about the film; all your focus was on Seungmin and the comforting presence he provided.

Seungmin’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. His touch was gentle, and you could feel his heartbeat against your back. His voice, soft and slightly teasing, broke the silence. “Did I earn your approval?”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, a playful smile on your lips. “Hmm, I don’t know.”

He feigned concern, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you. “You don’t know?”

You didn’t answer him right away. Instead, you shifted your position, climbing onto his lap so that you were facing him. The move was intimate and bold.

His hands rested on your thighs, and he looked up at you with curious eyes.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned in to capture his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He eagerly reciprocated, his hands traveling to your hips.

As the kiss intensified, you could feel your arousal growing, and the ache between your legs was almost unbearable.

You ground your hips down against his, and he let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your hips.

You could feel his bulge pressing against you, and the friction of his hardness against your core was driving you crazy.

"Fuck, I need this," you breathed, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He lifted his arms, allowing you to remove his shirt.

As soon as his shirt was off, his lips were back on yours, kissing you with an almost desperate urgency.

His hands traveled up your back, pulling at the zipper of your dress. He removed your dress and tossed it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties.

He looked at you, taking in the sight of your body. His gaze was filled with lust and hunger, and his touch was electric on your skin.

His lips left a scorching trail down your neck, his hands exploring every curve of your body as he planted kisses and gentle nips on your sensitive skin. You let out soft moans, his touch and kisses sending shivers down your spine, unlike any you've felt before.

He reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands cupped your breasts, and he ran his thumbs over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You gasped, arching your back and pressing yourself closer to him, wanting more. He obliged, his mouth capturing one of your nipples while his hand teased the other. You were panting and gasping, the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

His continued attentiveness sent waves of overwhelming sensations cascading through you, each touch and kiss a symphony of pleasure. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and the throbbing between your legs was growing more intense.

Descending lower, his tongue painted intricate patterns on your skin, a tantalizing journey that culminated at the edge of your lace panties. With a deliberate motion, he hooked his fingers on the elastic of your panties, easing them down your legs with a gentle tug, baring you completely to his heated gaze.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze full of desire.

With a tender push, he guided you down onto the plush couch, settling himself between your parted legs. His tongue ran up your inner thigh, making you shiver.

When his tongue reached your core, you couldn't help but moan, the pleasure was almost too much.

"You're so wet," he said, his eyes wide as he felt how slick you were for him.

He went back, his tongue swirled around your clit, taking his time to taste you, and the sensation was so intense that you could barely think straight.

"You taste so good," he groaned, his tongue plunging inside of you.

You cried out, your fingers gripping his hair. You could feel the heat coiling in the pit of your stomach.

"Seungmin, please," you begged, the need to release was growing more and more unbearable.

He pulled back, his fingers rubbing your clit, "What is it, baby?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face.

"I need you inside of me," you gasped, the sensation of his fingers on your clit was sending you over the edge.

He smiled, the look on his face making you even more desperate for him.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You savored the taste of yourself on his lips, finding it to be the most tantalizing and erotic sensation you had ever encountered.

As he continued to kiss you, his fingers worked their magic on your clit, and the heat and pressure building in the pit of your stomach was becoming too much to handle.

You could feel the tension daring to snap, until his fingers retreated, leaving you feeling empty.

"Why did you stop?" you pouted, your hips bucking against him.

"Because, you're going to cum on me." he teased, his tone seductive and teasing.

He undid his pants, grabbing a condom out of his back pocket before throwing it to the side, along with his boxers, revealing his cock.

Your eyes widened, taking in the sight of his size, he looked delicious.

He looked so sexy as he rolled on the condom and discarded the packaging, and you couldn't wait for him to fill you.

"Ready?" he asked, lining himself up at your entrance.

You nodded, the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

"Yes," you breathed, the need for him was almost overwhelming.

With that, he slowly entered you, stretching and filling you like no one ever had before. He moaned little curses, the sensation of being inside you was driving him crazy.

You whimpered, the feeling of him filling you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. He felt so good, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

"Oh my god, Min, you feel so good," you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

He started thrusting in and out, the friction of his cock against your walls was sending sparks of pleasure throughout your entire body.

A guttural moan escaped your lips as the feeling of him moving inside you rendered your mind a haze of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

You felt like your brain was being reduced to mush, the pleasure was so intense, and his cock felt so good inside you, rubbing against your walls in ways you've never experienced before.

You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, feeling the tension build up in your core. The room was filled with the sound of your moans mixing with his, the heat between you both rising to an unbearable level. Every touch, every movement, every sensation was heightened in that moment, making you feel alive in a way you had never felt before.

The tension snapped, and you felt the heat and pleasure crashing over you, sending waves of ecstasy through your entire body. You cried out, the feeling was too intense, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your nails raking across his back as the orgasm tore through you, rendering you a shaking, quivering mess.

He cursed in response, feeling your walls clench around him and your orgasm washing over him. The pleasure was too much, and the feeling of your walls pulsating around him was sending him over the edge.

He came undone after you, the pleasure crashing over him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he rode out the waves of pleasure, the sensation too intense.

You held each other close, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Did I meet the qualifications?" he murmured, his eyes shining with affection.

"More than qualified," you sighed, returning the kiss with a lazy smile.

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𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵 – jang junwoo x fem!reader

jang junnwoo of 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗼

disclaimers: smut, minors dni, nsfw, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it pls), strong language

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❝ somethin' about me, got you hooked on my body ❞

It's not love. How could it be ? Someone as horrible, vile, and downright inhumanely psychotic doesn't deserve love.

Maybe if we met earlier things would've been different on my end; maybe before Junwoo became all fucked up in the head, I'd have fallen for him,

But my lack of adoration proves to be no problem, because yes, I hate him – but oh dear god do i love fucking him.

"You are fucking crazy, you know that ?" I yell out as I storm into his room, not caring for entering without permission from the owner.

He exits his on suite bathroom, a robe hanging loosely on his shoulders, the belt left untied. I stop dead in my tracks, his body always seeming to amaze me whenever I see it – and I've seen it many times before.

The light reflects off of his damp torso, his abs being extenuated far more than it should. Shit, I didn't come her just to get turned on.

That smirk that I hate with a passion, yet it never fails to make me hot all over, grows on his lips and he begins slowly stalking towards me.

"Why don't you get undressed and tell me something I don't know sweetheart ?"

A voice from hell I swear...yet it carries a sweetness that must have been gifted to him by Lucifer himself before he was booted from the gates of heaven. That's how I'd describe Junwoo; a fallen and utterly deranged, broken angel. He's lost it, too far from saving, but he's so goddanm irresistible.

"I didn't come here for sex, Jang."

I huff out, placing my hands on my hips as I watch his lustful eyes shamelessly trail down my neck before stopping at my cleavage; it wasn't on purpose, I just had a stressful day at the firm and my shirt was suffocating me before I eventually popped a couple of the buttons open.

"Sure," he chuckles before standing in front me and hooking his forefinger in the opening of my shirt. "You do realise you're teasing me right now, right baby ?" he pulls the shirt slightly and leans forward, his eyes sparkling as he stares down at my bunched up breasts.

He moans softly, the sound instantly making my core vibrate. "The red lace ? Sweetie, you're killing me here."

I clench my jaw, wishing I could resist the pull and warmth his hand gives me as it cups my cheek, the other wrapping around my waist to slowly fall down over my clothed ass.

"I wish I could actually kill you, Jang Junwoo."

I whisper softly as he places his forehead against mine, his thumb gently trailing over my bottom lip as he smiles.

"You know that only turns me on, right princess ?"

Fucking hell, he's so crazy.

I didn't realize my eyes hsd fallen shut until I felt his stare down on me, and I slowly raise my lids to stare up at him. It's not necessarily love his dark brown orbs hold, of course not, he's incapable of it; but there is something soft that they hold when he looks at me. Comfort ? Content ? Whatever it is, it doesn't help the fire inside I have for him.

"You're beautiful, y/n."

"I hate you Junwoo."

Although true, it came out sultry and breathy against his dry lips, which he quickly fixes and swipes his tongue over them, only making his mouth more inviting to me.

He let's out a breath and smirks. "Keep going baby, please."

Was I suprised to learn that Jang Junwoo has a degradation kink, and that insults only make his dick hard and beg for my warmth ? Of course not.

My hands come up to settle on his chest gently, before digging my nails into his caramel skin. He throws his head back, a deep moan leaving his lips as I bring my nails down, leaving behind red lines on his otherwise flawless chest.

I step closer to close the distance between us, my stomach flush against his, and I instantly feel his erection poke against my lower stomach. My lips smile against his neck, loving the fetish he has for me.

"I wish I could rip you apart with my bare hands Jang Junwoo."

He growls softly, bringing his head back up to crash his lips down on mine, sucking harshly and biting down on them before pulling away for air.

"Fuck, I wish you could too y/n."

In the blink of an eye he has my naked, legs wrapped around his waist as he presses my back against the cold hardwood of his bedroom door. The sudden temperature immediately makes me arch my back, and he greedily takes the opportunity to dive down onto my hardened nipples.

Moaning loudly, hands pushing his robe off of his shoulders so he was only standing in his straining underwear, his lips aggressively attack my nipples and the skin around them. Once he's satisfied with the countless purple bruises littered all over my chest, he moves up to suck at my sweet spot.

As pleasurable as his lips and tongue are, I wanted to hear his crave for me. With one hand gripping his shoulder, the other travels down before grasping his length through his underwear. My action evokes a gasp before I feel his growl vibrate against my neck, his teeth biting down hard before licking up the bruise.

"If I'm the devil y/n, do you know what you'd be ?"

His head is against mine as I continue to roughly grope and stroke his clothed and throbbing member. Biting down hard on his bottom lip to reject all the loud moans that wish to leave his lips, I feel his hips begin to slowly grind into my palm. Unfortunately, no matter how desperate we are for each other, foreplay was a necessity as he's fucking huge and I'd be broken by the time his body eventually allows him to cum; by then I'm drained after reaching my climax over seven times.

"What would I be, Jang ?"

His lip has deep teeth marks in them as he closes his eyes, focusing on grinding into my palm so his climax could close in, because only then would I allow him to switch out my hand for my drenched pussy.

"The perfect angel who's dark side only I'd ever get to see. Shit, now please sweetheart," he's rock hard in my hand, and I felt the wetness of his pre-cum beneath my fingers. He's ready.

"Let me fuck you."

I smirk at his desperate tone, his brows pinched together as his damp hair sticks to his forehead that's already lightly coated in sweat.

"Permission granted, Mr Jang."

Not a second later, I watched his underwear fall to pool at his feet; I don't even get time to look down and admire his red, veiny, throbbing problem, as it quickly disappears inside of me.

A loud shriek-like sound leaves my throat, mixed with his deep moans of relief as he bottoms out completely, stretching me painfully wide; but it feels so good.

The door begins to rattle against it's hinges as he fucks into me, the sound only egging him on to go faster and harder. Another kink of his; it drives him crazy when the surface he's railing me on rattles and rocks under his force. Crazy i tell you.

"Fuck Junwoo !"

His dick hits my g-spot repeatedly, one hand leaving my hip to press down on my lower stomach, constricting the space inside of me so he can feel more of me on him.

"Louder princess, I want my whole neighborhood to know how good I fuck you."

A devilish smile pulls at my lips, and I slide one hand into the hair on the back of his head, before gripping tightly to pull his head back. He releases a string of soft moans as he stares into my now dark eyes, a murderous look in them that only he could ever evoke from me; and I know he loves it.

"No one will ever know what goes down between you and I, Junwoo-ssi,"

His mouth hangs open slightly, his hot breath hitting my lips as he groans at the sight of my lustful glare.

"Our secret will go down to your grave once that italian kills you, got that, sweetie ?"

Another moan before he can no longer resist, and kisses me harshly so that my head is pressed against the door. Our wet lips curling together mixes with the sound of his skin slapping against mine, as well as the sound of the door rattling under his strength.

I felt my high on the edge, and my nails scrape at his back, breathy moans leaving my mouth to reside in his.

"Please tell me you're close Jang, I don't know how much longer I can..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as everytime his tip grazes my center it pushed me closer, and closer to the end.

Junwoo slides his warm tongue along my bottom lip, a knowing a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Oh I'm close princess, your hand really did a number on me earlier."

I groan as I niped his bottom lip, "Good, fuck."

He picks up his pace, racing to the finish line; my brows pinch together when I felt the knot seconds away from bursting.

I shake my head rapidly against his, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum Jang," I moan out, unable to hold back any longer.

"Cum for me sweetheart."

His hands hold my shaking thighs before giving an immensely hard thrust into me, and a loud, strenuous moan leaves my throat as I felt the knot burst inside of me, a wave of pleasure encasing my body.

Junwoo releases a mixture of moans and deep groans as he cums inside of me, his head falling to the crook of my neck as his thrusts turn mellow to ride us through our high.

"Dear God y/n, you're too perfect for me."

My chest heaves against his, my body completely giving up on me and sinks down into his hands that are soothingly rubbing my thighs.

"I know."

He chuckles softly against my neck, before pecking the skin there and coming up to examine my fucked out face.

"Would you like to stay over ?" I just barely  raise my lids to meet his gaze. "I have work to do, I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyways."

I nod slowly, shifting as I was now sensitive all over and he was still inside of me.

Wrapping his arms around my waist securely, he slowly pulls himself out, before carrying me bridal style to his queen sized bed. The moment I felt the soft cotton sheets being pulled over my body, I sigh in content and allow my body to sink into his amazingly comfortable mattress.

"I'm seriously stealing this bed when you die."

He somehow hears my mumble upon returning from his bathroom, a wet towel in hand. He chuckles as he pulls back the covers to start gently cleaning me up.

"Take whatever you want y/n."

My brows furrow, and I look up at his beautiful face with a questioning yet absolutely exhausted gaze. "Oh, going soft on me Jang ?"

He smirks, and I watch as he leans down to place a soft kiss to my forehead. "Maybe just a little."

He then retrieves his robe to cover his body, before switching off the lights.

( No pov... )

"I still hate you Jang."

He smiles in the darkness, her words only making his heart flutter in his chest.

"Careful princess, you know what those words do to me." He stands by the door as he watchs her. A soft chuckle leaves her lips, and he stays for a little while longer until  hearing her soft sleeping breaths, her figure now still and resting.

He smiles one last time at the beauty that was gifted to torture him in this life, before leaving his bedroom quietly. Striding towards his office, his brother, who must have arrived not too long ago with Myunghee and Seunghyuk as he still held a full glass of whiskey in his hands, rises from the sofa to follow behind Junwoo.

"Miss Y/n was hear again ?"

He snorts softly, pouring his own glass of whiskey himself in his leather chair.

"Could those sounds have told you otherwise little brother ?"

"For all I know you could have been murdering someone hyung,"

Not long after Junwoo was driving his dick into y/n, Hanseo, Myunghee, and Seunghyuk entered his house. Although Hanseo was nonchalant as her moans echoed throughout the house, the two older lawyers by his side were absolutely horrified.

Even now, as they stood and stared at a clearly satisfied Jang Junwoo in his big leather chair, a smile on his face, their faces held deep looks of disgust and mild trauma.

"Hyung, you realise you're fucking the enemy right ?" Hanseo said timidly, the lawyers beside still unsure of what to say.

Junwoo just chuckles as he takes a gulp from his drink, before releasing a satisfied hum. "If you knew how good that woman felt Hanseo-yah, you'd do the same,"

He closes his eyes briefly, and her naked chest covered in bruises flashes in his memories; he leans back to feel the sting of her scratches against his back. He's probably bleeding slightly, but he couldn't care less. If anything, the pain just made him feel all giddy inside.

"Trust me little brother. You'd risk it all to just have a taste of woman like her."

[lunaflowers]

caught looking

pairing: ok taecyeon x reader word count: 3.3k genre: smut, pwp basically warnings: dom!taecyeon but he's sweet, sub!reader, unprotected piv, ass smacking, taec has a huge cock, a bit of sir kink, oral sex (female receiving) synopsis: when your hot neighbour ok taecyeon catches you staring at him during a morning jog, he decides he needs to teach you a lesson

You had a massive crush on him. Ok Taecyeon, your neighbour, was almost stupidly perfect. He was tall, handsome, had abs of steel and a killer smile. Every time you ran into him, you became a sputtering, awkward mess of a woman. He would smile at you sweetly and try to make small talk and you would stutter something completely nonsensical back to him. He probably thought you had some sort of trouble with verbal comprehension.

This Sunday morning, you got up a little earlier than you actually had to. You did this every morning just to see your aforementioned neighbour running down the block, shirtless and sweating. It was your little morning ritual, your little pick-me-up at the beginning of the day. You sat on your balcony in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants, your legs were crossed and you were holding a mug of tea in your lap. You sipped it and right on time, Taecyeon rounded the corner, jogging at a decent pace. His body was drenched in sweat and you could see his abs glisten from your vantage point on the balcony. You giggled to yourself, enjoying the very attractive sight before your eyes when he suddenly turned his head and looked right up at you.

You froze for a second before dropping off your chair and onto the ground, spilling the tea right beside you. What the fuck had you done that for? The balcony was barred so he could still see you. You must have looked like such an idiot. You glanced over and saw that he’d come to a full stop, watching you while panting slightly, a smirk on his devastatingly handsome face.

Hurriedly, you crawled back into your apartment and slid the door to the balcony shut with force. 

“You fucking idiot,” you said out loud to yourself, your body hot with embarrassment, your head buried in your arms on the floor of your bedroom. How the fuck were you going to face him now? You were never going to be able to leave your apartment again for fear of running into him. You’d have to move away in the dead of night so you could retain the tiny shred of dignity that you were barely holding on to at this moment.

As you planned how you were going to reroute your entire life to avoid ever having to interact with Ok Taecyeon again, you heard a knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anyone this early in the morning. And you weren’t exactly in the mood to talk to anyone right now as you were mortified beyond anything you’d felt in a long time. 

They knocked again, a little louder this time and you knew that you couldn’t ignore it any longer. You stood up and walked out of your bedroom and to your front entrance. You put your eye to the peephole and lo and behold, there stood Taecyeon in all his shirtless glory.

No! You thought, as you slid down the door, almost as though you felt like Taecyeon could see in the way you saw out. Why the fuck was he here? Why would he do this? The thoughts were spinning in your head as he knocked a third time.

“Y/N? You know I know you’re in there. Open up,” his voice came from the other side of the door.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck was all you could think as you slowly stood up, unlatched and unlocked your door. You opened it and as soon as you did, you tried to close it again but Taecyeon stuck his foot in the doorway, preventing you from doing so.

“Can I come in?” He asked. Without waiting for a reply, he walked right past you and into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. You thought for a second that you ought to be afraid. This man who you didn’t know very well had just basically invited himself into your apartment. But for some reason, you knew you were safe.

He was still shirtless as he walked past you and into your living room, giving it a quick look around before saying, “Nice place you got here.”

You smiled awkwardly. “It’s the same as yours,” you shrugged.

He smirked, seemingly knowing the effect he had on you and wanting to revel in it. “So.”

“So?” You asked. “So what?”

“You tell me,” he said, sitting down on your leather couch, manspreading his legs. It would’ve annoyed you had any other man done it, but with him it only made you feel a heat within your core that you were desperate to squash down.

“Do you want something?” You asked him, desperate to be over with whatever this interaction was going to be.

“Do you?” He leaned forward. He was still smirking and you had the sudden urge to smack that smirk right off his face. Who did he think he was barging in here like this and wasting your time?

“Look, just say whatever you’re going to say. I’m busy and I have a lot of things to do today and-”

“I know you watch me,” he said.

You breathed through your nose, trying to keep your voice steady instead of melting into a mess on the ground. “What? I was drinking tea on my balcony like I do eve-”

“No,” he interrupted you, with an edge to the word, “I know you watch me. Every single morning you sit on your balcony specifically to watch me run past and ogle me like a piece of meat.”

Jesus. He knew? Had he known this whole time? Here you thought you were being so stealth but he was on to you. How could you have been so obvious? You just didn’t think a specimen like him would ever have paid attention enough to notice what you were doing.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, the shame you felt engulfing your entire body. “It was inappropriate. I didn’t mean to.”

“Why are you apologising? I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

You looked up at him in surprise. He was still sitting down in front of you on the couch, and you didn’t really know how to react to his words. 

“I just think you should be a little more tactful next time,” he continued, nonplussed. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare at people?”

He seemed to be playing with you and he was enjoying it. He liked putting you on edge and then bringing you back again, only to do it over. You wanted to call him out, tell him that you knew what he was doing but the words died in your throat as he got up from the couch and walked over to you and stood towering over you. You backed up until your back was at the wall and he followed, putting his arms out on the wall on either side of you, trapping you. You looked up at his tall figure, meeting his dark eyes that seemed to have a mischievous glint in them.

“Maybe you need to teach me some manners,” you said, surprising you both. Taecyeon looked at you like he wanted to devour you on the spot.

“Yeah, maybe I fucking do,” he said, his voice hard. He sounded intimidating and you could feel the effect of it making you wet between your legs. As though he could sense this, he moved his hand down and pressed two fingers to your cunt, over your sweatpants. “Do you touch this? When you think of me? Hmm?”

“S-sometimes,” you stuttered out, shifting against the drywall. You figured honesty was the best policy and as nervous as you were, you were also really fucking thrilled.

“I bet.” He smiled and removed his hand from between your legs, taking a few steps back. He gave you a once over. “Take your clothes off.”

You must’ve hesitated for a second too long because Taecyeon reached forward and pushed you against the wall, holding you there. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without hesitation. Understood?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, instead unzipping your hoodie and tossing it on the ground himself. You weren’t wearing a bra and he took a look at your breasts before grabbing both of them in his large hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on these tits ever since I saw you wearing that low cut pink sundress weeks ago.”

You were surprised at his words. The fact that he had noticed you at all stunned you, but the fact that he thought about you like that even more so. You remembered wearing that pink sundress.. It was during a date that was so boring you barely remembered it. You knew you had looked cute as fuck and you were glad someone appreciated it, even if you hadn’t realised it at the time.

“Oh, then have you been watching me too?” You asked, your eyes the picture of innocence.

Taecyeon squeezed your breasts even harder and you let out a yelp. “Don’t get clever, sweetheart.” All of a sudden he leaned down and kissed you roughly, picking you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. He walked to your bedroom and threw you down on the bed. In one swift motion, he pulled off your sweatpants and underwear, tossing them to the side. He pulled your legs apart and got between them like he was on a mission.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” Taecyeon asked. “I can tell.”

“Maybe,” you replied, trying to play coy.

“Maybe? Your pussy is already drenched. Is it that easy? You just need to be roughed up a little, hmm?” He gave your pussy a smack and you yelped again, the sting bringing tears to your eyes.

“Please Taecyeon, please…” You tried to close your thighs but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Please what? You want me to stop? I’ll leave right now if that’s what you want,” he said as he drew circles around your pussy with his fingers, tracing the wetness around it. You squirmed as he did this, feeling ticklish but also so badly wanting him inside you.

“No…” you moaned out, “Please…” Please fuck me is what you wanted to say but the words kept getting caught in your throat. You don’t know why you felt embarrassed to be so wanton, but you did. 

“You should be clear about what you want, Y/N,” Taecyeon chided, seemingly enjoying your hesitance. He was enjoying the effect he was having on you. Fucker.

“Please… Will you fuck me?”

“I don’t know… Do you think you can take it?” He stuck a finger inside of you, and then one more. “This pussy seems so tight, I can barely get two fingers in… I probably won’t be able to fit. I doubt you’ve had any man as big as me before.”

He was a cocky fucker but the bulge of the erection in his sweatpants indicated that he wasn’t lying. You hadn’t even seen his cock yet but you could tell it was at least bigger than average.

“I want you. Taec, please fuck me. I’ll take your huge cock. I don’t care if it hurts.” you said, coming off more desperate than you’d intended to, but you were desperate. All you wanted in the world right now was for this man on top of you, the man you had been fantasizing about for months, to fuck you senseless. 

Taecyeon seemed to like the sound of that. He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off and for the first time you saw him in all his naked glory. He looked like he was carved out of marble. His body was intimidatingly perfect and yes, his cock was huge. It was probably the biggest you’d seen outside of porn. Both long and thick, it seemed to get bigger the more you looked at it.

“It’s okay. I’ll take it slow,” Taecyeon said, seemingly understanding the look of both awe mixed with worry on your face. “I’ll get you ready for me.” With that he knelt down, his face near the edge of the bed, and pulled you towards him with both your legs. Your dripping cunt was in his face now and he stared at it like he was about to devour it. 

You couldn’t help yourself, your inner brat coming out. “So what are you waiting for? Get to it then.”

Taecyeon responded to this by smacking the side of your ass, hard. “Try that again, you little slut. I’m being nice right now for your sake. Trust me you won’t like it when I’m being mean. Got it?”

The authority in his words made you shut up immediately. It also made you even wetter if that was possible. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you said, biting back a smile. You liked getting him riled up like that but you were also careful not to push him too far. “I just want you so bad I couldn’t help myself.”

He stuck two fingers in your cunt again, gently moving them in and out of you. “Let’s get one thing clear, okay, Y/N? I fucking own you right now. You do as I say and respect me or I’m going to paddle your ass with a spatula and leave you here dripping wet and empty.” He smacked the side of your ass one more time.

“Sorry, sir,” you said again. “I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He didn’t respond, just giving you an amused look and then lowering his head to give your clit a deep lick. You shuddered at the sensation, opening yourself up to him more. He kept his fingers deep inside of you, massaging your walls gently as he tongued your clit, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Oh… God, that feels really good,” you moaned out, writhing as you clutched the bedsheets. At this, he latched his mouth onto your pussy and began to suck on your clit lightly, causing the sensations to surge through you. “More please…”

Taecyeon added a third finger into your cunt and sped himself up a little, moving in and out of you faster while he also kept up on your clit, licking and sucking it in turn. You had never had a man so voraciously give you head before, he was literally moaning into your pussy as he was tasting you. You didn’t know that men like this even existed.

You were almost there, reaching closer and closer to your peak. Taecyeon was hitting all the right spots and you knew if he kept at you’d be cumming in just a few-

“Hey!” You exclaimed as he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. “Taec… I was sooo close!” You felt like you were going to cry. You reached down to finish yourself off but Taecyeon smacked your hand away. He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down on either side of you.

“I told you I’d get you ready for my cock and I have. You don’t get to cum on my tongue today. You haven’t earned that yet,” he said, getting up on the bed.

Today? You thought, as you watched him stroke his intimidatingly large cock. Does that mean he thought the two of you would be doing this again? Before you could contemplate this further, he was on top of you, with his tip pressed into your wet folds. Even though he had worked to open you up, you knew this was still going to be a stretch.

“Are you ready?” Taecyeon asked, his concern endearing him to you. You knew he truly didn’t want to hurt you.

You nodded and breathed deep. He began to push in slowly, kissing you on your neck and shoulders as he did. You gasped as you felt him filling you up.

“You’re such a good girl,” he cooed between kisses, “You’re taking me so well.” He kept pushing into you as he said this, moving further inside you inch by inch. The sting between your legs brought tears to your eyes but you didn’t stop him. You wanted this more than anything in the world right now. “Does it hurt, sweetheart?” Taecyeon asked, with concern on his face.

“A little,” you admitted. “I’m okay though. Just… start moving slow,” you replied. 

“Of course,” he said, placing another soft kiss on your shoulder. As dominant as he was being, he was also sweet and respectful and gentle when he needed to be and you appreciated it so much. 

Taecyeon began to move inside of you slowly, letting you get accustomed to his girth. The stretch was still uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as it was initially. You breathed deep, trying to relax so you could take him better.

“You pussy feels so fucking good, sweetheart,” Taecyeon breathed after a few minutes. “Do you think you could handle it if I went a little faster?”

“Mm-hmm,” you replied, readying yourself for him. 

“Such a good girl,” Taecyeon said again. “You love getting this slutty pussy filled by me, don’t you?” Taecyeon quickened his place slightly, making you gasp.

“Yes… I love it,” you moaned out the words. Taecyeon’s cock was hitting pleasure spots that you didn’t know you had. “F-feels so good.”

“I know. I bet you’ve never been filled like this before, have you, you little whore?” Taecyeon grabbed your breast with one hand, squeezing the nipple between his fingers. You let out a pained squeal and he did it again, harder.

“Ahhhh… no, Taec… you’re the biggest I’ve ever had.”

“And the best,” he said, fucking into you. It was a statement, not a question. 

“Yes, and the best… God, yes,” your body felt completely taken over by him. He was controlling the rhythm, the pace, and your pleasure. Your skin felt hot and sensitive. He was pounding into you even faster now and there was no way you were going to last much longer.

“You look so fucking good right now, all fucked out on my cock,” Taecyeon said breathlessly. “It makes me want to mark you up. Spank you, bite you, make you mine.”

“I am yours,” you replied, not really meaning it in any real sense. You were just saying what you thought he wanted to hear, you’d say anything to make sure that he kept fucking you like this. His length pounding at your wet cunt, stretched out beyond it had ever been before, it just felt so damn good.

Taecyeon chuckled. “You aren’t yet, but you will be.”

You couldn’t even react to his words, he kissed you on the mouth and in that moment you felt like you were going to melt beneath him. 

“I- I’m close,” you told him, looking up at him with a knitted brow. “So close.”

“So am I,” he said, continuing his pace. “Can I come inside of you? Please?”

You were on birth control so you nodded and he quickened his pace, thrusting into you faster than before. You were moaning as he breathed heavily. Your thighs began to shake.

“I’m gonna cum…” you said, only a few seconds before you did. The orgasm wracked your body, making your toes curl. You grabbed his back, digging your nails into it so that would probably sting. He watched you lose yourself on his cock and came inside of you with a grunt, filling you up with his seed.

He collapsed beside you and the both of you were breathing heavily, coming down from your respective highs. You both looked at each other and he smiled while you covered your face with your hands.

“Stop that,” Taecyeon said, moving your hands away from your face. “Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Probably not as long as I have.”

He laughed. “I doubt it. I don’t wanna sound like a creep, but I’ve been eyeing you since you moved in. I guess I just hid it better than you did.”

Your cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment. “Hey! I wasn’t that obvious,” you protested, huffily. 

“You were, but it’s okay,” he said, pulling you in and placing a kiss on your forehead. “After all, if you weren’t I wouldn’t have shown up at your door today. Now how about round 2?”

[kpopplayroom]

No Broken Hearts Club || Taecyeon || (S) Club Owner AU

Betrayal never hurt like this

Your night was spent partying. Trying to forget his touch, his voice, his smell, it wasn't good for you.

Empty promises, I love you meant nothing anymore. It was only you, and he wasn't worth your tears anymore.

3 years you spent with him, you could have sworn he was the one you were going to marry but then he started acting strange. His best friend's sister of all people, you caught them when you decided to drop by his best friend's house. You were told he was going to see him, but when his best friend called asking about his whereabouts, you knew in the back of your mind your relationship was over.

You threw back another drink, dropped yourself onto the couch at your reserve table, and watched your friends dance.

It seemed like you weren't the only one around. There was a man at the table next to you, his dark hair covering his face slightly. His eyes were else where you couldn't help but examine his attire, simple white dress shirt and jeans. He pulled it off well.

"Do it." You nearly jumped out of your skin

"I don't know." Your friend slid next to you and rested her arm over your shoulder

"I'm not gonna force you to do anything but live a little. You're free now honey, act like it. Even if it means talking to him, " her eyes darted to the guy you were staring at then back at you. She handed you another shot. You hesitated, but she was right. You took the shot and threw it back.

It was time to change it up a bit. You stood up and smoothed out your dress. You took a deep breath and made your way over to him. He looked over to you out of the corner of his eye with a raised brow

"I didn't know there were fellow loners here" he chuckled at your words

"Look at all these people. They're here for a reason, just like you. Whether it's to hide the pain of their life or just to get a quick fuck. In between sometimes you need a moment by yourself, it gets overwhelming. Don't you agree?" You furrowed your brows

"What did he do?" You were taken back

"How do you know?" He smiled

"I saw your friend consoling you a minute ago. It made sense." You leaned back in the couch

"I'm going to guess cheating" you bit your lip

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask why you're here? To mask the pain or to run away from it?" You didn't know how to react. This man read you in a matter of minutes

"Forget, even for a moment," you admitted

"I guess I'm supposed to help with that." You felt a heat rise up in your stomach

"How so?" He smirked while be brought the glass of dark liquor up to his lips

"Sex. Am I wrong?" He placed his glass down and turned to look at you

"Are you a sex worker?" He let out a curt laugh

"No one has ever asked me that before, no I'm not." he was clearly amused by your question

You folded your arms across your chest, almost hugging yourself

"You don't really seem like you want to, and I don't take advantage of women." he crossed his legs

"It's not that, I'm just -"

"Nervous? Out of your comfort zone?"

"Sometimes it's good to be. You experience new things. " he leaned closer to her

"I won't touch you unless you're sure." You paused for a moment. Who the hell is this man?

You placed your fingers on the nape of his neck, pulled him closer, and grazed your lips over his.

He pulled you in by the hips and pushed his lips against your. They were soft, and they held no emotion. He pulled away from you and held out his hand for you. You placed your hand in his, which dwarfed yours.

He led you to a back room before speaking to the bouncer, which guarded it. The room was darkly lit with a couch and a stripper pole.

"Really?" He smirked and dropped himself onto the couch

"Don't worry, this was newly added, so it's never been used." You folded your arms across your chest

"How do you know that?" He shrugged

"Are you going to join me?" You walked towards the pole and wrapped your fingers around the cool metal.

You spun around, you listened to the faint thump of the music and moved your hips, you fingers danced on the waist of the dress you wore

You slowly raised the dress you wore, exposing your lacy underwear. You pressed your back against the pole, pulled your dress over your head, and threw it at him

You walked over to him and straddled him. His hands ran up and down the sides of your body, leaving a trail of fire.

He took your breasts into his hands, his thumbs caressing your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him but hesitated for a moment. He raised a brow and then smiled. He hooked an arm around your waist and pushed you onto the couch so he was on top of you.

The tearing of your underwear surprised you. You opened your mouth to complain, but the only thing that left your mouth was a moan. The feeling of his tongue against your most sensitive area blurred your mind.

Your hand weaved into his hair, and your moans were drowned out by the loud music. One finger then another, you tugged on his hair at the feeling of the additional pleasure

You were swimming in bliss, your chest rapidly rising and falling, your body shaking. You were on the edge, the movement of his tongue quicken pushing you over. Your eyes rolled back, you were overwhelmed, his pace never stopped. He sat up and crawled closer to you, his lips at your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now" before you could respond you felt him push into you, he was....more than decent

"Don't worry I put on a condom, you were too busy to notice" his thrust were rougher than you were used to, you couldn't be bothered to respond to him

He pushed away from your face, wrapped his arms around your thighs, and quickened his pace. Not a single proper thought could be stung in your head. The couch beneath you moved along with him, you dug your nails into the couch and arched you back.

He pulled out suddenly and then gripped you by hips roughly. He turned you around and pulled your hips up to meet his own. His fingers dug into your hips as he thrusted into you, causing you to gasp. A shock was sent up your body at the abrupt smack on your ass.

"Fuck" he whispered, he pace slowed slightly and he groaned, his hands never letting go of your hips when his movement stopped. He moved away from you to the bin in the corner of the room, you turned around to sit and was met with am ache between your legs.

Your dress was thrusted into your face causing you to look up at him.

"You ripped my panties" he smiled

"You don't need them, at least for the rest of the night"

~NYX

[liveontelevision]

I like waking up to Ao3 emails and it's just someone leaving a comment on a fic I wrote months ago that says "Nice."

[kcake555]

Lee Junho cake 🍰

[jwiseungoki]

Jang Han Seok/Joon Woo (Ok Taecyeon) x Reader AU Prompt

Anyone interested?? Binge watched Vincenzo recently and that drama made me go back into my Hanseok obsession era.

Prompt:

Park Hae Rin has two elder brothers, Park Hyun Sung and Park Hee Jin; as an only daughter, she gets everything that she wants. Except for one thing: Jang Han Seok. 

 

Her brothers’ best friend sees her as a little sister, but she sees him as a man. Every attempt to flirt with him, he dodges, which frustrates her. Every woman that comes near him, she gets rid of, and she won't rest until she calls him 'mine.' 

[shships]

requests for ships open!

hello! i initially started this blog in 2019, never really posted, fell out of kpop, and only recently got back into it so if you’re following me from then and see this my apologies!!! i intend to actually be active now so please feel free to request or just chat :) you can find the rules, groups, and types of ships here. glad to be back!

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Other K-pop masterist

Here you will find other K-pop groups I will be making stuff for if you would like to see a specific group/Idol in specific let me know by requests or private message and I’ll happily make doodle them I’m open to write for female groups too :)

-𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 02/02/24

-𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ♡

Eveything was moved to the main masterlist ☺️

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𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨

���𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣:

𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣:

𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣:

𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝗢𝘁𝟴:

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘻 𝘣𝘧

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𝙏𝙓𝙏

𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣:

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯

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𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗲𝗲

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(

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𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(

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𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮

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𝙊𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙨

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

[planetdream]

Taecyeon..I mean...😏🤤

SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGGGSSSSS

every so often I get lost in a daydream involving taecyeon fucking me in a headlock....and that's the energy that pornstar!taec would embody, imo. a rough fuck but he's incredibly kinda and sweet—fucks you like he loves you, no matter how rough he is, taecyeon is incredibly sensual, from his touches, kisses and the motion of his cock; his every move is calculated and with intent....maybe he wants you to fall in love....

also.... long, veiny cock..avg girth w a brown shaft n slightly pink tip #yeah

[oraclekleo]

[Readings] 2PM

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2PM

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[no-144444]

the grid: valentine's day!

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featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, George Russell, Kimi Antonelli, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Max Verstappen, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Ollie Bearman, Jack Doohan, Franco Colapinto, & Paul Aron

this is 18+ so mdni please! smut and suggestiveness in some of them!

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Oscar Piastri: Simple, lowkey, sweet 

He’d decided instead of trying to make it a huge deal, both of you would much rather have a slow evening. 

“What should I wear?” you asked as you sat at your vanity in just a bra and underwear. 

“That,” he whispered under his breath, his eyes taking you in. You heard him (obviously) and rolled your eyes. 

“Be serious, what are we doing?” you chuckled. 

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Wear whatever you want, no climbing or long walks tonight,” he told you. 

You gave him a sceptical look. “I hate when you plan things,” you sighed, getting up and going to your closet. 

“Is it because you’re slightly a control freak?” he teased and you scoffed at his words. 

“I’m not that bad!” you scoffed, pushing him out of your room. “Now you don’t get to enjoy the view!” 

He rolled his eyes from the other side of the door, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face. He’d planned tonight exactly how you’d want it. Your favourite romcom in a private screen with just the two of you, then dinner at your favourite restaurant, then home. He’d already gotten you flowers earlier in the day (as you had him, which made him feel quite special), and you’d been working, so he’d been busy with training. He had a beautiful necklace (one he’d let you pick out months ago that he was sure you’d forgotten) for you, and he knew what you’d gotten him already. He knew he was a nuisance to buy for, but somehow, you always got it right. He’d accidentally opened the package when it came to the door, to find vintage Australian cricket jerseys of his three favourite players. You knew him so well. 

You came out in his favourite dress of yours, looking stunning. He wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled into a kiss. 

“I have lipgloss on,” you chuckled, rubbing it off his lips. 

“I don’t mind,” he shrugged, kissing you again as you chuckled. You kissed him back, all too happy to oblige him. 

“Shall we?” you asked, pulling away and wiping his mouth of your lip gloss. 

“We shall,” he smiled, taking your hand and leading you out of your shared Monaco apartment. 

It was going to be a good night. 

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Lando Norris: airport blunder 

He’d decided he wanted to whisk you away for Valentine’s day, but the reality of you having a regular job and him having testing to do meant you at least had to wait until extremely late to get to the airport, and you were both in shitty moods, too tired to be flying to Greece at 11pm, with another hour of your delay to sit through. 

“Was this a bad idea?” he asked, his voice small and dejected. 

You turned to him and took his hand. “It was a sweet idea Lan, I love it, but right now we’re both exhausted and not in the best mood, but think about tomorrow. When we get to wake up in Greece at 2pm and have the most amazing sex, we’ll be in better moods,” you chuckled, making him smile. “Right?”

“We could also just go have sex in the bathroom?” he offered, pushing his luck and leaning in, his face against your neck. 

You laughed and pushed him back. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“I’m in love!” he argued, leaning in again and pressing soft kisses to your neck. “And you’re in a white tank with no bra,” he groaned. “You’re so hot.”

You laughed, embarrassed by his antics in a public airport. “Behave.” 

“So… bathroom?” He tried his luck again. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your resolve was failing, mostly because of the way he was kissing your neck. “If it’s clean.” 

He grinned like an idiot. “You’re perfect.” 

You chuckled. “Idiot.” 

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George Russell: double date

You had no idea that ‘bowling’ meant going out for dinner with Toto and Susie, and then going bowling with them too. At first, you were slightly put off by the idea, you had kind of been hoping that tonight would be about just you two, since you two hadn’t really had a date alone in a while. It grew on you though, watching how like Toto George was. It was weird, like father and son, and you enjoyed talking with Susie for half the night. 

As the double date came to a close, he held your hand, your head leaning on him. “I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy tonight,” you admitted. “I had a bunch of fun though.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad. So did I.”

“You’re so shit at bowling,” you teased. “How do you miss every single one of them, three times in a row?”

He scoffed, shocked at your rudeness. “I wasn’t that bad!”

“You were,” you laughed, and he wrapped his hand around your waist instead, tickling you, picking you up and putting you over his shoulder as you squealed. “George! Put me down!”

“Nope,” he smiled. “I have my plans with you,” he smirked, opening the door to your Monaco house. 

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Kimi Antonelli: nervous nelly

Since it was your first Valentine’s, Kimi was shitting bricks. He had this whole dinner planned, pulling out all the stops for the big day, but at dinner, he was more worried about how it all was than actually celebrating your relationship and each other. 

You chuckled as you looked up from your meal, only to see him staring at you, again. “Are you ever going to actually eat?” you asked. His eyes snapped down to his own meal, his face getting red as he realised you noticed him looking. 

“I-Yes,” he smiled awkwardly, finally grabbing his fork and digging in. 

“Kimi, it’s alright, you don’t have to be nervous. Tonight has been perfect,” you smiled, taking his other hand. A sigh of relief left his lips. 

“I just, I wanted this to be perfect,” he admitted, squeezing your hand. 

“It is,” you smiled reassuringly. “Once you’re also having fun?”

“Of course I am,” he smiled, finally looking you in the eye again. “I’m here with you.”

“Well I’m glad I make such good company,” you smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled before leaning over the table and planting a soft kiss on your lips. 

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Alex Albon: busy but present 

You were busy with work and so was he, but regardless he made you feel special. He sent flowers right to your room with a beautiful note, had your gift delivered (a jellycat heart and bag that you liked), and sent you photos, videos, and texts about his day, throughout the day. Small messages about his engineers, or what he was having for lunch, a picture of the flowers and the gifts you’d sent him, and even a video of him, George, and Lando going for a run together. You sent him messages throughout the day too. Tid-bits about what you were working on, photos of you with your co-workers, and a video of you dressed up for your ‘galentine’s’ dinner. As much as you both missed each other, you still made each other feel special, even thousands of miles away. 

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Carlos Sainz: freaky wit it 

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he groaned as you pulled on his hair. To be honest, both of you had been waiting all night for this. Quickly, he started unzipping your dress, the long navy fabric had been driving him insane all night, you had been driving him insane all night. The way you smiled at him, the way you walked, talked, ate, and drank, he wanted you so badly, and he had to wait a whole two hours to have you. Next your heels were discarded on the floor and he lifted you up and threw you on the bed, making you laugh. Now, in front of him, you were lying on the bed with a navy two-piece, and something new on your skin. Just above your hip bone, shown off beautifully by the lingerie, there was a small ‘55’ tattooed on you. “Mi Amor,” he choked out, winded by the sight of you. “Is it real?” 

“Felt you might’ve needed a reminder that someone is always in your corner,” you whispered seductively, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. “Williams blue and a 55. Like it?”

“I love it,” he smirked back, pulling your underwear down harshly. “Love you,” he gritted out, kneeling in front of you. “Can I have my dessert now, tesoro?” he looked up through hooded eyes and you knew you were soaked.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed out in content, before a long, long night began. 

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Daniel Riccardo: sweet morning

Daniel had been lying in bed staring at you for a good 40 minutes. He was just so… captivated by you. He loved to just watch you do anything (including sleep, apparently). He thought about all the tough moments you’d had together, and how you’d been strong enough to carry him during his darkest times. He thought about how you made him smile every single day, and how he never wanted it to stop. He thought about the fetus you had growing inside of you, the one that would be your kid. He was so excited, so happy, so ready for the future. Even though he wasn't in F1, he felt complete with you beside him. 

You woke up smiling, ready for the day ahead. Both you and Daniel had taken the day off to have a nice long weekend and spend some time together. 

“Morning beautiful,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Morning,” you yawned. “Alright?”

He smiled. “Alright. Just love you.” 

You smiled at him. “I love you too,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his roll over onto his back, you on top of him. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Happy Valentine’s day,” he nodded before kissing you again. 

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Liam Lawson: helping hand

“Ready?!” you called out to him, checking your watch again. 

“I just want to make sure my hair is good-” he started but you cut him off with a groan. 

“Liam, your hair always looks good, come here and I’ll fix it if you want,” you offered and he came running. In front of you, your boyfriend was standing wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt, perfect for your picnic date that he’d planned. He knelt down in front of you, giving you full access to his head as he wrapped his arms around your midriff, pressing gentle kisses there over your clothes. Gently, you eased the pomade into his hair, spiking it up how he liked it. “Good?” you asked, showing him by using your phone as a mirror. 

“Perfect,” he smiled, getting up and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Even better because you’re not wearing panties,” he muttered into your ear as you both walked out of the house. 

You just smirked back at him. 

You would be the death of him one day, he was sure of it. 

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Max Verstappen: not big but that’s how you both like it 

Max walked into the hotel room with a bouquet in his hand and a bakery bag in the other. In all honesty, you would’ve been fine if he hadn’t done anything. Yes, you’d gotten him some flowers and chocolates, but neither of you were very big ‘celebration’ people, and a date was just a date, which wasn’t feasible with testing going on anyways. He fell into bed beside you, a tired look in his eyes. 

“For you,” he smiled, holding out the flowers. You took them and kissed his cheek. 

“Thanks baby,” you grinned. “What’s in the bag?”

“Brownies,” he smiled mischievously. “I got two.” 

“Not willing to share with your wife?” you faked offence as he laughed at you. 

“Nope, just smart enough to know you wouldn’t want to share,” he chuckled and kissed you on the cheek again. “I love you,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, then your growing belly. “I love you too,” he whispered. 

“She’s going to enjoy this,” you smiled, holding up your brownie to cheers with his, then you both took a bite. The moan you let out could only be described as pornographic, but he just chuckled, more than happy to supply you with all the brownies you two needed. He just needed you. 

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Charles LeClerc: proposal

Charles was sweating buckets. He felt practically faint as you walked onto the beach, enjoying the dark night sky and the soft waves under your feet. It had been the most romantic night, dinner on his yacht far out with the most magnificent views, then coming back in for a walk on the beach after you got ice cream from a local ice cream shop. You were ranting about something at work, but he couldn’t focus, his mind weighed down by the small red box in his pocket. It was now or never. 

“Char?” you asked, turning to him when you saw the row of candles further down the beach. He smiled nervously at you and took your hand. Holy shit. He was proposing. 

“I have something I want to ask you,” he whispered, leading you towards the beautiful proposal sight. It was a path of candles to a beautiful circle, where you would be getting engaged. Of course that’s why he wanted you to wear your white dress, why he’d insisted on you getting your nails done this week, why he’d been so secretive. He led you into the center of the circle, his eyes already clouding with tears, and got down on one knee. “My love,” he started, taking your hand in his. “You have been with me for everything. I never thought I would be lucky enough to find someone as caring and kind as you. I love you, more than anything. You’re my biggest supporter, best friend, and favourite person, and I cannot go another day without you knowing how I truly feel about you. I want a life with you, I want a family, I want it all. The best part of my day is waking up next to you, seeing your texts and calls, seeing you at the barricade, or just getting a simple kiss from you. I want you for life, if you’ll have me,” he smiled, squeezing your hand before letting go to get the ring out of his pocket. He opened it, a beautiful cartier engagement ring, simple with a beautiful diamond in the middle, exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until you felt it fall onto your hand. You quickly brushed the tears away and smiled. “Will you marry me?” he asked, tears in his eyes but that same goofy, beautiful, Charles smile that you’d fallen in love with. 

“Yes Char, of course I will,” you smiled, pulling his face to yours to seal it with a kiss. 

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Lewis Hamilton: away from the kid for the first time

Both of you were pretending to enjoy the dinner, but both of you were feeling the guilt of leaving your 3 month old, Ellie, for the first time. Under the table you had her baby monitor up, and he had been texting the babysitters (aka Charles and Alexandria) every few minutes for updates. The meal was lovely, and yes, it was nice to spend some time with Lewis, but you could’ve done it at home. 

“I feel so guilty,” you finally rushed out as you perused over the dessert menu. 

Lewis let out a breath of relief. “Me too,” he chuckled, taking your hand. “I’ve been texting them every few minutes,” he admitted.

“I have her monitor up on my phone,” you laughed, putting your phone on the table to show him. You both laughed for a few minutes, watching your perfect bundle of light play with Charles and Alex. 

“Home?” he offered, turning to you. 

“Home,” you nodded. You quickly got out of there, Lewis paying, and then probably driving over the speed limit on the way home, but neither of you cared. You were too excited to see Ellie. 

Charles and Alex were pretty amused by the situation, and left soon after you two came home, leaving you two to put her to bed. You both held her for a few moments, soothing her to sleep as she yawned, making all those perfect little baby noises. 

“I missed her,” you admitted. “We were gone for 2 hours.” 

“Me too,” he chuckled. “It’s hard being away from her,” he sighed, bouncing her in his arms as she fell to sleep. You watched him for a moment, enjoying the sight of him with your perfect little baby. “Want another?” he suddenly said, smirking. 

You looked at him, deadpan. “Shut the fuck up.” 

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Ollie Bearman: cutie 

He’d set up an elaborate valentine’s dinner in your apartment since the past few years you’d been apart for Valentine’s, having to just facetime or text. He set up heart balloons, roses all over the place, candles, the whole shabang. Small problem, he cannot cook to save his life, so he ended up burning the food, then just ordering from your favourite place instead. You walked in after work, exhausted (and not expecting to see Ollie since he was supposed to be doing testing), and there he was. 

You ran up to him, dropping your bag at the door with a thump as you ran into his arms. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” you squealed, hugging him tight. 

“Happy Valentine’s day,” he smiled, hugging you just as tight. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you pulled back, only to replace the hug with a hungry kiss. “Fucking hell it’s so good to see you,” you cursed, pulling him as close as you could. 

Quickly the kiss turned a bit more passionate than intended, and you ended up in your bedroom… 

It was probably his favourite Valentine’s Day ever.  

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Jack Doohan: cooking disaster

Was a cooking class as a Valentine’s date probably a bad idea in hindsight? Yes. Jack was not a chef. He could cook scrambled eggs, and he was pretty prolific with a pancake or two, but sushi? Who did he think he was? You, on the other hand, were doing amazing. Every single one of your pieces looked exactly like the head chefs’, and he felt a sense of pride blossom in his chest when he watched you get complimented by the chef. That sense of pride was quickly overshadowed by the way she would look at his sushi (basically a pile of the ingredients, he was too busy staring at you to pay attention to method).

“Want help?” you offered as you finished off your last roll. Jack hadn’t even started, too busy watching you concentrate. 

“Huh- Yeah! Yes please,” he snapped back to reality and let you take over his station, standing just behind you with his hands around your waist, his gloves long discarded. “You’re great at this,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear. 

You beamed at his compliment. “Thanks baby.”

“You look sexy in an apron,” he whispered and you laughed out loud. 

“I seriously doubt that,” you laughed, looking down at your ‘bright pink with red hearts’ apron. He shrugged. 

“It’s working on me,” he chuckled, pushing you back into him. 

“You’re disgusting,” you giggled. “We’re in public.”

“Bathrooms exist for a reason,” he smirked. 

“Yeah, pissing and shitting,” you reminded him. “I’ll be all yours once we get home,” you smirked, seductive as you led one of his hands to your thigh. “Maybe in the car too.” 

He groaned. “So perfect,” he nipped at the back of your neck. “So fucking perfect.”

“Love you too,” you teased. 

“I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice gentler than usual. “So fucking much baby.”

“I feel it,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “All the time.” 

He felt quite accomplished at that. 

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Franco Colapinto: charmer 

Franco was busy with Alpine duties which meant you’d be apart for Valentine’s, and while you’d accepted it, it still sucked to not wake up beside your boyfriend. You had a slow morning before going to work, sluggishly getting ready for work, until the doorbell rang. It was the postman. He handed you a letter, and you immediately recognised the writing, quickly thanked him and ran back inside. 

My love, 

I know we’re missing this day together, but I still wanted you to know I care. I adore you. You are and will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me. You continue to surprise and excite me even after these years together, even when I think I know everything about you. I love you. Every freckle. Every spot. Every hair on your head, everytime you smile at me, every laugh, every giggle, every word. Everything. You’re my everything, and as much as I wish I was there with you, I’m only a phone call away. I can’t wait to continue loving you until we’re both old and wrinkly, but before then, I love you now, then, and always. 

My beautiful girl, my life, my love. 

Happy Valentine’s Day

- Your Franco

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Paul Aron: reuniting 

He waited at the arrivals terminal, refreshing the web page that had all the information about your flight every three seconds. Other than that, his eyes were glued to the door, prepared to run the second you walked through those doors. 

A few minutes of waiting elapsed, and there you were, clear as day, probably tired after your long day of travel, but you were there. He ran up to you, picking you up to allow you to wrap yourself around him, grabbing your suitcase with the other hand. “Hey baby,” he smiled, letting you back down again. 

“Missed you,” you said before grabbing his face and kissing him. You were anything but gentle, but he didn’t mind. He was just glad you were there. All his for a whole two weeks. 

“Missed you more,” he whispered between kisses. “So fucking much.”

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[lunaflowers]

2 PM Ok Taecyeon Caught Looking → When your hot neighbour, Ok Taecyeon, catches you staring at him during a morning jog, he decides he needs to teach you a lesson. (Smut, 3.4k) EXO Kim Junmyeon Jealousy → You make Junmyeon jealous so he punishes you in his favourite way. (Smut, 2.1k) Byun Baekhyun Love Scene → Your husband, Byun Baekhyun, always has sweet surprises for you. (Fluff, Smut, 1.7k)

Wedding Night → You're a nervous virgin on your wedding night. Your new husband, Baekhyun, tries to make your first time as special as possible. (Requested) (Fluff, Smut, 2.3k) Reaction: You want a baby but Baekhyun doesn't (Requested) (Fluff, 1.7k)

Park Chanyeol Making Up → After a particularly violent punishment, Chanyeol decides that he wants to make things up to you. (Yandere, Smut, Angst, 1.7k)

Falling → You've fallen in love with the one person you can't have, your stepbrother, Chanyeol. (Smut, Angst, 2.8k)

Kim Jongin And Now You’re Mine → All Kai wants is the chance to prove he’s the man for you. (Yandere, Smut, Angst, 3.6k)

RIIZE

Jung Sungchan Needy Baby → You've kept your boyfriend pent up and needy for way too long. (Smut, Fluff, 3.3k)

[kpopplayroom]

Hiii i love your taecyeon smut... i was hoping you could write another where the reader and taec are doing it in the bath tub or a jacuzzi.. whatever you think is nice hehehehe

This was impulsive, it was risky, it wasn't you but here you were. In the arms of another man after a nasty break up. You found yourself alone with him in a jacuzzi, you were invited to a party, said fuck it and went alone.

"Taecyeon" You leaned back to look at him

"What?" He smiled, you felt a tingle at your core

"My name is Taecyeon" He captured your lips with his. His arms wrapped around you and pulled the strings of your swimsuit revealing your chest.

His mouth left your kiss and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly causing you to groan. He grabbed your thigh and placed it on his hip. You felt him touch your pussy through your bottoms.

"Is this ok?" he looked up at you his face slightly flushed. You nodded

He pushed aside your bottoms and pressed his fingers against you clit rubbing slowly, your head flew back at the sensation. His fingers left you for a moment as he pushed into you, your nails dug into his back. His thrusts weren't slow nor were they very fast, His fingers returned to your clit pushing you further.

The sound of voices cause you to panic, he placed a hand over your mouth and sped up his movements. One more swift thrust brought you over the edge, you cried out but the sound was muffled by his hand.

"Be quiet for me" he removed his hand from your mouth

He took your thighs into his hands, pushing you to the edge of the jacuzzi and thrusted furiously. Your hand flew to your mouth at the feeling of his new pace. His grunts were soft, he closed his eyes, sweat covered his brow.

He bit onto your neck causing you to yelp, he quickly pulled out of you as he came. You stared at him for a moment before a yell caused you to come back tor reality. You quickly fixed yourself before a person appeared.

You got out of the jacuzzi and glanced back at him, he winked at you before you walked back into the house.

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NYX is back baby. Hope you enjoyed!

That gif tho

NYX

[hiimcanadia]

I understand that it's a lot more convenient to have your characters all go 'i get tested regularly and I'm negative for everything' than have to worry about condoms but god I want to read more fics where one or both of the characters are like 'actually I have no idea what my status is right now' or 'actually I tested positive for something' or even 'Im negative but I'd like to use a condom anyway for some other reason'