#Minjae smut

[bro-atz]

bittersweet

in which: you and minjae had a messy break up, and he just wants to come over and get his stuff back.

pair: ex boyfriend!minjae/afab!reader

word count: 1.8k

content: smut, a lot of arguing, tension (both angry and sexual), a little rough and aggressive, oral sex, fingering, safe sex, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

watch out series: junmin, minjae

You scowled when you heard the doorbell ring. You knew exactly who it was because you weren't expecting anyone else, and you were livid that he had the audacity to show up in front of you again. Using all the force you had in your body, you swung the door open, your ex standing a couple feet away from the door with a similar scowl on his face and a box of belongings— your belongings— in his arms.

"Listen," he started first. "I just came to give you your stuff back and grab my stuff."

"Sorry, I threw it all out already, Minjae."

You actually didn't, but he didn't need to know that.

"What the hell?! Even my sweaters?!"

"No. Those I burned..."

Minjae's eyes hardened. The two of you dated for years, so he knew when you were lying. You shouldn't have even bothered starting shit with him.

"Really? You're just going to continue with the lies, Y/N? Typical," Minjae scoffed before forcing his way into your apartment.

"Why do you even want your shit back, Minjae? Didn't you say you wanted nothing to do with me anymore?"

"Shut up!" Minjae spat. "I want my shit back because it's mine."

Minjae started rifling through different parts of your apartment, grabbing various items he had left behind. You followed closely behind with your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed, making sure he didn't take anything that wasn't his.

"You afraid I'm going to rob you or something?" Minjae asked with slight malice as he eyed you staring him down.

"Well, I wouldn't put it past you since I don't trust you."

"You don't trust me?"

"Yeah, I don't trust you!" you raised your voice. "Because the second we broke up, you immediately slid into my friend's dms!"

 Minjae stood right in front of you, the two of you locking eyes. "I didn't "slide" into her dms," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"Oh sure, because inviting someone out for coffee is just a platonic thing," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, it's not just a romantic thing, either! It's just freaking coffee! How'd you even know about me messaging her?"

"She sent me the screenshots, dumbass! Did you think she wouldn't?!"

"Jesus Christ, I just—" Minjae cut himself off. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose while saying, "You know what? I don't want to get into it."

Minjae turned around, but you turned him right back by grabbing his arm. He snatched his arm away as you said, "No, let's get into it! Did you really break up with me because of me or because you wanted to be with her?"

"For the last time, I wasn't making a move on her!"

"Then why'd you do it?!"

Your face was right in front of his at that point. The two of you were angrily huffing and puffing, and finally, something snapped. Minjae grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, your teeth nearly clashing. You clutched the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you. He ended up walking you backwards so that you were pressed up against the wall.

The two of you were breathing heavily as you locked lips over and over again restlessly. His hands quickly worked on removing the loungewear you had on while you went straight for his waistband, your hand diving into his pants and underwear.

"Shit," Minjae hissed against your lips the second he felt your fingers rub along his length. "Your hands are fucking cold."

"Shut the fuck up," you breathed out. "My cold hands seem to be turning you on."

"Dammit, Y/N, do you really have to take everything negatively?" Minjae complained as he moved away from you slightly. "I never said I didn't like it."

"Just stop talking," you groaned both in frustration and pleasure because Minjae's hands gripped your breasts and kneaded them.

"Make me," he taunted you.

At first, you thought about kissing him to shut him up, but you knew that no matter what you did, he was going to run his mouth. You managed to slide down the wall and drop to your knees, your face near his crotch while your hands pulled at the waistband of his pants and underwear. As soon as you heard Minjae inhale— presumably to run his mouth— you took his cock into your mouth, pushing your head all the way down until you choked on it.

"Fuck," he breathed out euphorically. "Oh fuck..."

It only got worse for him when you kept gagging on his dick as you moved, and to be perfectly candid, he was so ready to cum, but he didn't want to cum— he didn't want to be the first to cum.

Holding the back of your head tightly, Minjae moved you off his cock and tugged your hair so that you would stand up again. He moved the hand on your head to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly into your neck.

"I think," he whispered into your ear as his hand brought you closer to his face. "We should take care of you first... Don't you think?"

Next thing you knew, Minjae had you pinned on your bed, his hands briskly stripping you down to nothing before slipping out of his shirt and pants. He pushed your legs up and planted them firmly behind your knees. He kissed you roughly and feverishly over and over again as rubbed his cock over your clit. You grabbed his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin as you tried to get him to stop teasing you and just fuck you already since you couldn't get the words out with his tongue in the way.

Your impatience didn't sit well with Minjae. Well, he loved it, but he didn't want to satisfy you just yet. Rather than his cock, Minjae rubbed two of his fingers along your folds before aggressively thrusting them into your cunt. Just to hear you cry and moan loudly, he stopped kissing you, a slight smirk on his face.

"Oh fuck," you cried loudly, your whole body shaking with the intensity of his fingering.

You screamed and flung your head back the second Minjae's fingers rubbed just right, making you cum all over the bed; but he was definitely not done just yet. Leaning over to your nightstand where he knew the condoms were, he grabbed one. He barely gave you time to recover as he rolled it on, but he immediately pushed his cock into you.

"You better hold on," he told you in a low voice. "I'm not going to go easy on you."

Minjae lowered himself and pushed his face close to your neck. He left a faint bite mark when he felt you hold the back of his neck, your nails scratching his skin. He gripped your waist, and he started actually fucking you. His ruts were slow at first, but they were filled with insane power that had you seeing stars with your eyes squeezed shut. You bit back a moan, but he fucked that moan right out of you when he suddenly sped up. His hips hammered against yours, his speed rapidly increasing but his power holding steady.

You screamed profanities as you felt the pleasure build up and rip through your body since Minjae was just not letting up. You creamed around his cock, your legs and arms shaking as you came. Tears slipped out of your eyes as Minjae still continued as if he was an insatiable beast. You were granted a slight moment of relief when he pulled out, but that relief was quickly taken away when he turned you over, pulled your hips up, and shoved his cock back inside you.

"Minjae— Fuck! Oh fuck!"

Truth be told, Minjae was so fucking close. He was close, but he didn't want to cum just yet because he really missed the way your cunt felt around his cock.

You were able to breathe properly when you felt his pace slow down slightly and his power slow down significantly. He moved his hands from your waist down to your ass. His hips rolled into yours, and you were finally able to hear the sound of his strained breathing now that the sound of his waist hitting yours wasn't reverberating in the room. And, since you had a better grip on reality now, you clenched your cunt, and you heard Minjae inhale sharply before letting out a tiny groan.

Minjae finally pulled out so he could removed the condom and fuck his fist. He was going to cum on your back, but you turned around and took him into your mouth quickly. The tips of his ears turned pink when you did so, but the look on his face hardened, and he smirked. He held the back of your head and ordered in a quiet voice, "Don't spit it out. Just swallow it."

You nodded, and Minjae finally came. He groaned loudly as his load filled up your mouth, his eyes fluttering as he turned his face upwards. When he returned his gaze to you, you did as he said and swallowed.

"Fuck..." he whispered while petting your head. "You... Fuck."

After a beat, the two of you separated. You got off the bed first and grabbed your pile of clothes before quickly wearing them. Minjae put his pants back on, and while he searched for his shirt, you stopped him.

"You, uh," you hesitated, worried that what you were about to ask would lead you two to another argument. "You never told me why..."

"Why what?" Minjae asked with a sigh.

"Why'd you text her...?"

With another sigh, Minjae finished getting his clothes back on. He ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair and said, "I just wanted her to check in on you after we broke up."

"Then... Why'd you ask her to go to a coffee shop?"

"So I could give her your stuff to give to you."

You chewed on your lower lip and nodded. Your mind reeled, and your heart kind of sank. You stood motionless as Minjae gathered the rest of his things, your heart sinking further and further. With his belongings still at your home, you kind of had hope that things would work out between you two, but that didn't seem to be the case anymore.

When Minjae finished getting his stuff, he started walking to the front door, but you stopped him.

"Minjae, wait," you said in a small voice. "I..."

Minjae turned around. There was a look on his face— not quite sad, but not annoyed either. He looked... Conflicted. He kept quiet as he waited for you to speak.

"Can we at least give us another try? Please?"

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THEY ARE SO FINEEEE OMGGMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I WANT ALL OF THEM TO FINGER ME

hehe

[seokka0o]

Kim Minjae x Afab!reader

Prompt: 2 -"use your words" and 20 - "spread your legs "

Warning: unprotected sex

Minjae laces a hand over your hair, across the top of your head and pulls back. You gasp and lose your axis, trying to maintain posture by your hands, but it wasn't such an easy task considering that minjae's evil had already started before he starts to fuck you properly.

"Spread your legs" he pushes with his knees and you open more for him, for a position on all fours there shouldn't be much secret, but apparently in his vision there was. When he finally has what he needs, you try to contain it, you feel the tip click into place and you tremble with the sensation, your moisture did the job of lubricating it, minjae entered so easily that it ended up denouncing how much his body was missing

"F-fuck" you muttered arching your back and trying not to push your hips towards him

"Slut" he said in a tone of pure mockery. His hand fits on your ass and leaves a slap followed by a squeeze. Soon he was fucking you for real, nothing subdued, the sound of hips on impact echoing through the room without much effort. Your moans keep company with the minjae's mutterings and curses, together.

You leaned over to lay your back on the bed, minjae who until then had been holding your hair slides his fingers down your back now returning both hands to your ass and hit, while he concentrates on fucking you.

Reckless, that was the perfect definition for minjae, he smiled in satisfaction, in watching you squirm every time you arch your back and moan louder, your hands gripping the sheet so tightly, he feels your walls trying to push him out, the sassy hand wandering between your own legs, you tried to circle your bud looking for more than you might be able to contain.

"If you want to come, you'll have to ask for it" you mumbled in desperate plans, you bit your lower lip, groaned with the slap he landed on your already burning ass.

"Hm…please" you whispered, between the sheets, moving your hips towards minjae, trying to take him deeper

"What?" He asked "I can't hear you"

He was playing with you and you had to roll your eyes to hold back any kind of curse that could get you punished

"Use your words" minjae continued "loud and clear"

"C-can I come now?" You syllable, louder now, feeling the forces leave your body even little by little, the peaks rising and staying longer, the abdomen contracting.

"You must" he replied at the height which in a way sounded a little uncertain, minjae wasn't someone that easy to please, but somehow your moans and pleas pleased him, even the way he fucked you could tell. You didn't think too much about it, not least because you didn't want to miss the opportunity, even though it looked like a trap you let it come, with the force of an avalanche, pressing your hips over minjae's and he started to pound, crackles and then he groaned, that's when your eyes swiveled, the sound of his deep voice rushing up to your ears and your orgasm causing you to lose all concentration.

[melobin]

i might be on a mission to get you to talk abt all of xikers hyungline at some point, so im here today to ask, what about minjae?

I love this mission pls continue 🥰

minjae just wants to take care of you, he’s so sweet and loving he just wants to make you feel good and watch you fall apart because of him. he can be teasing but that’s just because he loves the way your body reacts to him when he does tease you. obsessed with your moans and whimpers, would record them and listen to them on repeat if he could.

he definitely had that dominant edge over you and he can be rather rough with you, some nights you’re just his pretty little doll to use and do what he wants to with you. his favourite position is pretty much any that he gets to your face in and one of his favourite things is eating you out. just wants to wrap his lips around your clit and feel you pulling in his hair all the time. he’s addicted to it

[sminiac]

How do xikers (hyung line) act when needy?

MINJAE

Everything is in his eyes, his body language. His feline-like grin, and the aroused laze to his face is unmistakable when he’s pulling himself into you, nosing at your neck, breathing in your scent until his lungs can no longer hold you in. He wishes he could keep you in forever, though. He laughs to himself a lot with a cute lopsided grin, amazed at how easily you make him feel tipsy despite no alcohol being in his system.

He does this thing where he stares at you a certain way when he’s feeling needy, his eyes wander unabashedly across your face, your body, his lips moving with words you can’t distinctly understand. And when you’re tilting your head and furrowing your brows in confusion, he’ll just smile, like nothing mattered. Minjae’s a mix of mouth and motion, the most unpredictable because of his acute awareness about everyone and everything around him, which makes for a dangerous game because of how sly he can be about getting you secluded. He’ll let you swim in uncertainty, head overtaken by the adrenaline rushes you get from not being able to concentrate on the sound of footsteps or voices over the work of his fingers and his hips rutting into you. He’s got you, so in the end there’s not a thing for you to worry about, but he likes the fun of pretending that you’re both constantly on the brink of being found as his leaking cock is sheathed inside of you.

JUNMIN

Incredibly gentle as he toys with your hand, brings it to his lips and silently kisses the tips of your fingers when you’re lazing around together. He does get a little shy about eye contact, but very briefly he’ll flicker his attention up to you and then right back away because he can only manage to catch a quick glimpse of your face for so long before his own face starts getting all red and hot.

Junmin can be very verbal unless you’ve got him waist deep into subspace, and it’s a semi-rare occurrence, but it happens so fast you might think it isn’t. When he is, It’s hard to get him to be quiet unless you’re fully pushing your fingers into his mouth, then, his tongue is at least busied by slipping between the digits, moaning fervently to himself as he sucks and ever so gently drags his teeth while looking up at you through his bangs with big glassy eyes. Whether it’s untimely or you’re both being elusive, Junmin loves kissing you under your clothes, only flipping up the end of your shirt to press soft wet kisses along your stomach, and your hips. A lot of the time they’re quick because of the setting you happen to be in— others lurking around the corner, out of sight but just in earshot, he’s such a tease >.< intently watches for your reaction as he drags his kisses dangerously lower, testing you, seeing how far you’ll let him go with his pink tongue poking out to lick against your skin. He always manages to put a respectable distance between the both of you as soon as he hears any outside noise start to invade your bubble. Just don’t expect to sit there much longer because he’s surprisingly good at making excuses up on the spot as to why you both need to leave.

SUMIN

Very chatty, but doesn’t use much of his body language to indicate what his predicament is unless he’s feeling really restless, but it doesn’t happen frequently unless provoked by you. He has a big thing for dirty talking, it’s never something that requires his unbridled energy, or any forethought, his mouth just simply starts running, and running whether you want it to or not. I have a feeling he’s really, really talkative when drunk, but throws some touching and groping in the mix so he can get his point across. It gets especially hard to brush off when he’s feeling neglected by your attention, ‘cause he will literally stick himself to your back even when you’re in the middle of a conversation, shamelessly feeling you up from behind, kissing at your neck, and under your ear.

There’s a certain duality to Sumin. He can stand there, propped against a wall as he casually relays to you how badly he misses the softness of your mouth taking his dick, the way your throat closes around him, and the sound of your struggle as he fucks deeper into the warmth of it. Or slurs to you through smiley kisses, giggles and stumbling over his own feet about how long he’s been patiently waiting for you to catch his vibe so you can just fuck him already. Sumin’s touchy in general, so no one really cares to think much of it when they catch a fleeting glimpse of his hand rubbing at your thigh before you make your exit, or the way his fingers caress the side of your neck as he brushes back your hair. Whether you’re in a more body-filled setting or simply by yourselves, you know what all of it means just as much as you would with other people around.

JINSIK

Jinsik is the most subtle out of the five, but that’s only because his nerves swallow him up whole when the thought of touching you or kissing you comes up- knowing how quickly you make him hard, suddenly he’s so conscious of the way he talks and moves, it stresses him out a little. He doesn’t know exactly why he gets so anxious about asking of you to take care of him, he really has no reason to worry, so a lot of the time —for his own comfort— he opts to play the long game, with this, he’s also the most stubborn.

Dom!Jinsik is a popular topic, but his nature is just so gentle and sweet that I find it difficult to believe he’d strip you of your clothes as soon as he’s horny. The probability of that happening isn’t lacking by much, but he chooses to take his time with adjusting with the process of it. He’s just so soft and patient with you naturally, if not during sex then in his approach to you 100%, sweet boy! He’ll bat his eyelashes, and pout his lips when you’re taking your sweet time, it kills him when you pretend to not get the hint that he’s horny, eventually he gets so riled up it’s hard to not act on it, aching and stiff in his boxers, his pretty fogged up head doesn’t know what else to do other than grab at your hand and guide you to where he needs you. Bumps his forehead into your shoulder and whines, so flustered and hot from even having the guts to grab at you like this, and he swears he’ll faint if you make him tell you in detail what he wants you to do to him.

HYUNWOO

Also one of the more chatty ones out of them, and he has zero shame! Will be as loud about how hard he is whenever he wants, and there’s not much that can prevent him from opening his big stupid mouth wherever you are, you’re going to know he’s feeling needy. Although, he won’t act on it unless you’re feeling it to the same degree. Sometimes he will be nice and whisper to you, even in the most inconvenient times, about what specifically, in great detail, he’s thinking about doing with you

A sick, sick individual! He likes seeing you squirm, and the way your thighs rub and squeeze when you feel the softness of his breath tickling at your ear. He is absolutely one for touching you up, teasing you with his hands, albeit not without a price. He breaks you down with his voice first, even if the process is gruelling and you’re unrelenting, he has his ways, his charms, he gets to you with an astounding amount of patience and intent. Hyunwoo completely loses himself to the character he plays, the filth he speaks, the cocky tone that gives vitality to it, all the way up until you’re finally giving into what he asks of you, because the burden of his hands, his cock, being restrained by his own self control is much too difficult of an opponent to your own. He likes when you finally tell him what you want with a gentle voice, and slumped shoulders, because all he needed was to hear it, even if he was the one who was needy first.

[starskq]

STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x meandom!idol!minjae

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), meandom!minjae, softdom!minjae, sub!reader, reader is a tease, fingering, slight dacriphylia, hair pulling, choking, riding, rough, spanking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (good girl, babe, etc...), slight cnc, orgasm control, pain play, overstimulation, dirty talk, physical restraint, aftercare

Word count ◊ 4.1k

Summary ◊ You loved seeing Minjae work, but seeing him all focus and everything stirred something in you. And you just couldn't wait. So you decided to test his limits.

a/n: this is my first smut omg, i was so nervous to post it! don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

You sat on the plush couch in the corner of the recording studio, your eyes fixed on Minjae. He was hunched over the mixing console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he tweaked the track levels playing through the speakers. The dim lighting of the studio cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His focus was absolute, and you couldn't help but admire him, your mind wandering to less innocent places.

Minjae’s fresh new black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently pushed it back with a slight huff of annoyance, his full attention on the computer before him. You bit your lip, your thoughts growing filthier by the minute. You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. You wanted his attention, needed it.

"Babe," you called softly, but he didn't respond. He was lost in his world of melodies and rhythms.

You sighed and got up, walking over to where he was working. You leaned against the console, deliberately positioning yourself in his line of sight. "Jae, it's been hours," you pouted, your voice hinting at playful frustration.

He looked up briefly, his eyes softening when they met yours. "I know, babe. I'm almost done. Just a little more patience, okay?’’

Your pout deepened. "You've been saying that for the last hour. How much longer?’’

Minjae chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "I promise just a few more tweaks. This song needs to be perfect.’’

You watched him as he turned back to the controls, his focus once again unwavering. You admired his dedication, but your impatience was getting the better of you. You moved closer, placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Minjae," you whispered, your lips close to his ear. "Can't you take a little break? Just for a moment?’’

He turned his head slightly, your faces inches apart. "Y/n, I really need to finish this. But I promise, once I'm done, I'm all yours.’’

Your eyes flickered with mischief. "What if I can't wait that long?’’

Minjae's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're making it very hard to concentrate, you know that?’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a mix of affection and desire. "I just missed you. Watching you work is amazing, but I want some of your attention too.’’

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. "You have all of it, even when I'm busy.’’

You kissed him, a slow and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things you wanted to do. Minjae responded eagerly, his hands tightening around your waist. For a moment, the music and the studio faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Minjae rested his forehead against yours. "I really need to get back to work.’’

You nodded, your heart racing and your pout evident. "Fine. I'll be patient then.’’

He smiled, giving you one last kiss before turning back to the console. "Thank you, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise.’’

You returned to the couch, your eyes never leaving him as he dove back into his work. The sight of him so focused and determined stirred something inside you. You decided to test his limits, to see just how much you could push him before he gave in.

You started by shifting your position, slowly crossing your legs in a way that made your skirt ride up just a bit higher than usual. The movement was deliberate and calculated. You watched as Minjae glanced over, his eyes momentarily lingering on your exposed skin before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe," you called softly, your voice laced with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is it okay if I take off my sweater? It's a bit warm in here.’’

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Sure, go ahead.’’

You pulled off your sweater slowly, revealing a fitted tank top underneath that clung to your curves. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back just enough to draw his attention. You saw his eyes flicker with interest before he quickly turned back to his work, trying to maintain his focus.

"Do you have any water?" you asked, your voice sweet and innocent.

"There's some in the fridge," he replied without looking up.

You got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. You could feel his eyes on you, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. You bent over to retrieve a bottle, knowing full well that your skirt was short enough to provide him a beautiful view of your panties as you bent. 

When you turned around, you saw Minjae staring, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

You feigned innocence, widening your eyes. "Just getting some water. Why?’’

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and sit down.’’

You smiled sweetly and returned to the couch, taking a slow sip from the bottle. You made sure to lick your lips afterward, your eyes never leaving his. He tried to ignore you, but you could see the tension building in his shoulders.

After a few more minutes, you decided to up a notch. You leaned back on the couch, stretching out and letting your hand casually slide up your thigh. You watched Minjae's reaction, noting how he glanced over repeatedly, his focus slipping.

"Jae," you called again, your voice a soft purr, knowing full well how much he loved this nickname.

He sighed, finally turning to face you fully. "What is it, Y/n?’’

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just bored. It's hard to sit still when you're so busy.’’

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes.’’

You pouted. "You've been saying that for a while now. Can't you take a tiny break?’’

"Y/n, you're not making this easy," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

You grinned, pleased with his reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about.’’

Minjae shook his head, standing up and walking over to you. "You know exactly what you're doing.’’

You tilted your head, your expression the picture of innocence as you looked up to him. "I'm just sitting here.’’

He leaned down, positioning resting his arms on either side of your head, on the back of the couch. "You're testing my limits, and I can promise you, this is not a good idea.’’

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "And what if I am?’’

His eyes burned into yours, his voice lox. ‘’You really want to play this game?’’

Your heart raced with excitement and fear. You looked up at him, your eyes wide but defiant. "What game?’’

Minjae's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "The game where you push me until I snap. You want to see how far you can go, don’t you?’’ 

You shivered at his words, a thrill running down your spine. ‘’Maybe.’’

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You're going to regret this," he warned, tilting his head to the side and arching his brow.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll see.’’

With a growl, his resolve finally snapped. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trailed down your body, rough and demanding. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he muttered, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, your body arching against his. ‘’Minjae…’’

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak. "You're nothing but a tease, Y/n. You think you can distract me from my work? Make me lose control?’’

You whimpered, his words sending a wave of heat through you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, though you both knew you weren’t.

"No, you're not," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "But you will be.’’

He moved his hand from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place as he kissed you again, rough and demanding. His other hand slid under your tank top, his touch sending shivers through your body. "You like this, don’t you?" he growled against your lips. "Being at my mercy.’’

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening just a fraction.

‘’Fuck,’’ you hissed as your airflow was restricted. ‘’I love it.’’

Minjae's grip on you tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desire. He guided you to the edge of the couch and sat down, pulling you over his lap with a firm, unyielding hold. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he growled, his hand resting on your lower back.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Now you have it. But you're not going to like what comes next," he said, his tone cold and authoritative.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you.

"Minjae!" you cried out, your body tensing.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. "You brought this on yourself, y/n. You think you can tease me and get away with it?’’

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, harder than the first. You whimpered, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I'm sorry," you pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he had just struck. ‘’I know you’re not sweetheart.’’ 

He spanked you again, this time even harder. You yelped, your body jerking against his. The pain was intense, but there was an underlying pleasure that made your core throb with need. He resumed spanking you, each strike harder than the last. "You need to learn your place. You don't get to play these games with me, not when I’m working.’’

Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking from the intensity of the pain and pleasure at the same time. He paused, his hand resting on your red, swollen ass. "You look so pathetic right now," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying and begging for mercy. Is this what you wanted’’

You nodded, your sobs making it hard to speak. "Please, no more.’’ He knew that you were not really asking to stop, and the wet patch on your panties told him how much you really enjoyed it.

He laughed, the sound harsh and devoid of sympathy. "Oh, we're not done yet.’’ He slid his hand between your thighs, teasing your wetness. "Look at how wet you are. You say you don't want it, but your body tells a different story.’’

You moaned, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers barely grazing your sensitive clit. "Please make you come? Please forgive you?’’

"Yes," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He removed his hand, leaving you throbbing and unfulfilled. "You don't deserve it," he said coldly. "Not yet.’’

He spanked you again, harder than before, the pain making you scream. "You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, sweetheart.’’

You sobbed, your body trembling. You needed him to touch you where you wanted the most. ‘’I've learned my lesson.’’

He paused, his hand resting on your lower back. "Have you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Yes," you cried. "I promise. Please, no more.’’

He pulled you up, positioning you to straddle his lap, your tear-streaked face inches from his. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he murmured, his thumb brushing away your tears. His eyes softened ever so slightly. You sat on his lap, your breath hitching.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Good," he replied, his grip on your hips tightening. "Now, tell me what you want.’’

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please touch me.’’

A smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want me to touch you? After all that teasing?’’

"Yes," you moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Minjae. I've been good.’’

His fingers trailed up your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly. "You think you deserve it?’’

"Yes," you pleaded, your eyes closing as his fingers got closer to your core.

‘’Tsk, look at me,’’ he commanded as he shook his head lightly. His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him in his eyes, and you force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Beg properly.’’

"Please," you begged again, your voice more desperate, your pride going away fast. "Please, I need you. I've learned my lesson. Please make me come,’’ you whined, your lips forming a little pout.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's better." He slid his fingers under your panties, finding you wet and ready. ‘’Fuck baby, you’re so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "All from a little spanking.’’

You moaned, unable to form words as his fingers began to tease your entrance. He slid one finger inside you, slowly, making you gasp. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every reaction. It was so fascinating for him how your face twited in pleasure at every little things he did.

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Please, Minjae," you begged again, your voice trembling.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing you. "You want more?" he taunted.

"Yes, fuck, please,’’ you moaned, your voice breaking with need.

He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "You're such a needy little thing," he said, his voice filled with both degradation and admiration. "So desperate for my touch.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Minjae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he commanded. "I want to see you when you come.’’

You forced your eyes open again, looking at him as he continued to finger you, his thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles. You cried out his name, your body tensing as you reached the edge.

"Come for me, baby,’’ he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing as you came hard around his fingers. You screamed, your voice echoing in the room.

He watched you with dark satisfaction, his fingers still moving, riding you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised, his voice softening slightly. "That's my good girl.’’

You barely had time to catch your breath before he started again, his fingers relentless. "Minjae, please," you begged, your voice shaking with overstimulation.

‘’Come on, babe. You teased me for hours. It’s what you wanted, right?’’ he asked, his tone mocking. "You're gonna come again for me.’’

You moaned, your body already on the edge again from his relentless teasing. "Minjae, I can't," you whimpered.

‘’Of course, you can," he said firmly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You were helpless against the pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. You cried out his name, your eyes engorged with tears. Another powerful orgasm crashed over you, making you scream his name again.

He slowed his movements, gently easing you through your orgasm, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his tone a mix of praise and possession. "You did so well.’’ Your body was still trembling and sensitive, but you still looked at him desperately. 

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, your voice shaky. ‘’I need you.’’ 

He smirked, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. ‘’Aw, my baby needs me?’’ He mocked, his tone filled with amusement. ‘’You sound so fucking desperate.’’

You bit your lip, your hands moving to jhis pants, fumbling with the button in your impatience. You looked at him, a begging look in your eyes, your fingers trembling against his jeans. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from his pants. ‘’So needy,’’ he taunted, his eyes dark. ‘’Can’t even wait for me to take my pants off.’’ 

You whimpered, your body aching. You needed him inside you. ‘’Please,’’ your voice sounded so desperate. 

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He locked eyes with you, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Alright, since you’re so eager.’’

He released your hands, allowing you to unbutton his pants. You quickly undid them, your hands shaking with anticipation. You pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching cock. You looked at him, your eyes wide with need. 

‘’Was that what you wanted?’’ He asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it against your wet folds.

‘’Fuck, yes,’’ you moaned, your hips bucking against him. 

He positioned himself at your entrance, putting just the tip in. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. ‘’But,’’ he said, looking at you with an arched brow. ‘’Do you really deserve it?’’ He teased.

‘’Jae, please just fuck me. I need you inside me,’’ you begged, looking at him with doe eyes. 

With a low growl, he thrust hard into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. You screamed, the sudden feeling of being full sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. ‘’Fuck,’’ he murmured. He started moving, slowly at first. "That's it," he growled, gripping your hips tightly. "Scream for me. No one can hear you in here.’’

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, making you cry out with every movement. His hands were so tight on your hips, you knew he’d leave marks, but you didn’t care. ‘’You like being fucked like this, huh?’’ He taunted, his voice rough. All you could do was moan, too deep in pleasure to actually form a coherent sentence. 

He stopped his hips, leaning back against the couch, ordering for you to move. You began to move, your body trembling with effort and pleasure. He guided your movements, his hands tight on your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on my cock.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body moving frantically as you chased your release. "Minjae," you cried, your voice breaking.

"You're such a needy little slut," he mocked, his voice low and harsh. "Look at you, so desperate to come.’’ That was probably his favorite view. Your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing, your hands scratching his lower abdomen. But the pace you were setting was too slow for his own taste. 

He thrusts up into you hard, making you scream. "You like being my little whore,  don’t you?’’

‘’Yes, fuck-" you sobbed, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Good," he growled, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Because that's all you are. My little slut.’’

He continued to thrust into you, each movement rough and demanding. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with pleasure. "Jae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes filled with desperation.

"Not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over the arm of the couch. He positioned you on your knees, your ass in the air, and entered you again with one hard thrust.

You screamed, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through you. He was even deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot with each thrust. 

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked you harder, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Let everyone know who you belong to.’’

You screamed his name, your voice raw with pleasure and desperation. He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "Say it.’’

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice barely audible.

"That's right," he snarled, releasing your throat and gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine. My little whore.’’

He pounded into you relentlessly, your moans and screams filling the room. "Minjae, I can't—" you gasped, your body trembling.

"Yes, you can," he growled, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Come for me, baby.’’

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, your screams echoing in the soundproof room and milking his cock. You convulsed around him, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Minjae, please," you sobbed, your voice breaking.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck," he growled, his body shuddering with release.

He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you panting and trembling. His chest stayed against your back, his arms on each side of your body, supporting himself.  Finally, he pulled out, his hands gently stroking your back. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice softening. "Such a good girl.’’

He gathered your trembling body into his arms, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Shh, it’s okay, love,” he whispered softly, his tone now filled with affection. “I’ve got you.’’

You nestled against him, your body exhausted and spent. He stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. Minjae looked around the studio, noting the lack of amenities for proper aftercare. He saw the mini fridge and had an idea. “Hold on, let me get some water and clean you up a bit.’’

He gently laid you down on the couch, ensuring you were comfortable. You whimpered slightly, your body still sensitive. He walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a couple of water bottles and a clean cloth he found nearby. He returned to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

He opened one of the water bottles, wetting the cloth. “This might be a bit cold,” he warned gently before cleaning you up. His touch was tender, his movements careful as he wiped away the sweat and the remnants of his cum that spilled out your hole and stained your inner thighs. 

You flinched slightly at the cold but relaxed as he continued to clean you. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I got carried away.’’

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I liked it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But I’m so tired.’’

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening. “I can tell. You can barely move.’’

He finished cleaning you up, then helped you sit up, supporting you with his arms. “Here, drink some water,” he urged, holding the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, your eyes closing as the cool water soothed your parched throat. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him for support.

He smiled, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, love.’’

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled, and you nearly collapsed. Minjae caught you easily, his grip steady and reassuring. “Easy there,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I guess I really wore you out, didn’t I?’’ He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. 

You blushed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Kind of, yeah,” you admitted, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He helped you back onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so cocky,” you teased, your eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted with a chuckle. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. “Just rest, okay? I’m right here.’’

You nodded, your eyes closing as you leaned against him. “I love you, Jae,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, babe,” he replied, his voice tender. He continued to hold you, his hand gently stroking your back as you drifted off to sleep.

[thosetwofirefighters]

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totally meant to do this yesterday but then I got distracted, and you know how that goes... tagged by the amazing @the-likesofus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and @shortsighted-owl thank y'all so much!! ily <3

every time a tag game like this comes around, I always wish I named my docs in a more interesting way, and then I never change the names of any of my docs. anywaaaay, the names of my current wips are:

fisting wip

nancy/marjan get caught?

fake dating au

wax play wip

smutfic for minja (psst @lilbuddie)

technically i don't even have a doc for minja's fic yet, since everything i've written for it is in my notebook, but i figured since that's the fic i'm sharing a snippet of, i should list it? lol

please don't judge this, i wrote it yesterday and haven't looked at it since:

It's something he would usually be eagerly listening to and asking so many questions about, but Eddie's hand is on his thigh, hot to the touch even through Buck's jeans, and he can't focus on anything but his boyfriend. He rubs circles into Buck's inseam with his thumb, and it takes all of Buck's willpower not to glare at him for the torturous touch. But they can't afford too much attention on them, so Buck refrains, pretending he's engrossed in the conversation instead of barely listening. Chim and Maddie return a few minutes later, and Buck uses the distraction to shoot a pointed look at Eddie, grabbing the hand on his thigh to halt its movements. Wordlessly, he tries to beg Eddie to stop teasing him, but the older man just smirks before adopting a faux innocent expression and asking Maddie what song they signed up to sing.

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @lilbuddie @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #18

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

Leaving your overthinking for the rest of the day has probably been one of the best decisions you've decided to make on this starting trip. You won't let yourself overthink all that stuff, not allowing yourself not to have fun and think through every Jungkook's action. It shouldn't matter if he did it to get Kiko's attention or not. You know her attention is subtly focused on the both of you, no matter how many times she's trying not to stare at you and act nice towards you. Maybe she just feels bad after you stormed at her, and you can't forget the fact that she's hiding something, according to Jungkook's words.

He told you how he wants to enjoy this trip, regardless if Kiko will be here or not. And she is, yet you can see him watching her whenever he thinks nobody sees him.

After all of you had fun at the lake, you let yourselves dry in the burning sun before it got too hot and unbearable, to change into clothes and play some sport games. Namjoon brought a soccer ball, which obviously led to a soccer game. At first, it was a men vs women game, which could never lead to a complete trouble free game. Surprisingly, you weren't bad as a team like you expected you to be. You were doing pretty good actually, to your standards and mutual strength at least. Unfortunately, and quite obviously, men were better and it seemed super easy for them to win.

"That was foul!" Minjae screamed at them, making sure they heard her across the huge soccer field that you made for yourselves.

"No, it wasn't. Seulgi stumbled on her own, Namjoon didn't even touch her." you told her, replaying the memory you just saw a few seconds ago.

"Y/N! You are supposed to be on our team!" Seulgi laughed, shaking her head at Minjae's attempt to save your already bad score.

Shrugging, you just sent them an apology smile. "I'm just honest."

Looking at Jungkook, you saw him sending you a flying kiss with a smirk, his way of thanking you because they just added another goal to their score.

Then you created a new team, a mixed team so all the men could finally play at least some kind of serious game. You, Jungkook, Jimin and Seulgi. The other team was Kiko, Hoseok, Namjoon and Minjae while Taehyung remained as a referee. Your team won, with Jungkook's energy and skills, you barely had to do anything other than to kick him the ball whenever it somehow stumbled in front of your feet. Regardless of that, you were still proud of yourself for winning, even though it was mostly Jungkook and Jimin's merit.

The rest of the day went like this and before you realized it, it was time for dinner while the sky was getting darker with each passing minute.

Now, the sky's completely painted dark with beautiful stars sparkling in the distance with sounds of crickets echoing through the space. Even the sound of fire sizzling and the warmth that spreads on your face because of it, is oddly calming. You take that moment to cuddle up to Jungkook, who's sitting next to you, with his arm over your frame pulling you closer. Stomach full, all you can muster to do is listen to everyone's chattering and laughter that slowly fades in the distance as you let yourself think. Your eyes automatically drift to Kiko, who's sitting obliquely from you, head resting on Hoseok's shoulder as he keeps laughing and nodding along to Namjoon's funny story of how he broke his sister's bathroom door.

"Hey, are you sleepy?" Jungkook asks softly, shoulder slowly nudging the side of your face as you frown.

"Kinda," you sigh, "But not really. I think the fire's making me sleepy." you admit, appreciating the warmth of it warming your face.

Even though it's July, it gets even colder at night than back in Seoul. It makes sense, considering you're surrounded by hills and more located to the South.

"You wanna take a walk?" he asks, your head lifting in interest as you look around.

"But it's dark." you point out, not seeing any lamps, well instead of the flashlights and disposable torches the boys had brought, that surrounds the space around you where you're camping.

"Oh, are you scared?" Jungkook nudges you with his shoulder again, shaking your whole body with the single movement as you roll your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." he promises, a cocky grin earning its place on his lips.

"I'm not scared, you moron." you tell him, faking annoyance and it still makes him chuckle at your attempt.

"Sure, whatever you say." he muses, teasing you but all you give him in response is another roll of your eyes and grin that can't be hidden anymore.

"Okay, let's go. But if we see or hear anything suspicious, we're coming back." you tell him, pursing your lips while you stare at him sternly, daring him to say something different.

His nose scrunches and he starts to laugh at you, but nods to your words nevertheless. "We'll take our phones with us and light up our flashlights on, you big baby." he says, jumping to his feet as he shakes his head to ruffle through his hair.

Big—big baby? The audacity! 

Standing up, you dust your sweatpants and take Jungkook's hand that he holds up for you to take. 

"We'll be right back. We're gonna just take a walk." Jungkook informs the group, making them nod in response before they barely pay attention to the two of you leaving.

They are too busy chattering while drinking beer and soju. Or at least it seemed like it because as soon as you're in the safe distance of not hearing them, Taehyung turns around and watches you walk further and further away.

"Do you think they're gonna fuck?" he asks, cheeks red from the fire but also from the amount of soju he's already drank.

Jimin cackles, telling him to stop drinking that much although, his own eyes drift to your disappearing bodies. What they don't see is the look on Kiko's face that makes her straighten and take a deep breath. It doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok and he wraps his arm around her petite frame, pulling her closer as he presses his nose into her hair.

"You okay?" he asks her silently, making sure nobody else listens to him.

She looks at him for a brief second before her eyes focus on the flame of the fireplace Jungkook and you made. It's almost as if it's mocking her straight in the face. "Yeah, I'm sure." she assures her best friend, giving him a weak smile but he's not buying it.

"Kik," he sighs, but she just shakes her head in response.

"I'm fine, Hobi." she tells him and ends the conversation there, but still cuddles to him even more.

When he squeezes her, she feels at least some kind of comfort and is incredibly thankful for her friend. Hoseok knows, yet doesn't pressure her into anything and even if she's acting like nothing's wrong, he begs to differ but doesn't say anything. He shows his support with the stronghold he has on her body, silently telling her that he's there for her.

"What? I'm just wondering!" Taehyung exclaims, shrugging his shoulders innocently and the simple act makes Jimin snort.

"Stop wondering about your friends' sex life." Jimin reasons, hearing a loud snicker coming from Namjoon's mouth this time while Seulgi and Minjae busy themselves with stuffing their mouth and act like they're not listening to the conversation.

"Don't tell me you don't think they're shagging—"

Hoseok cuts him off by throwing an empty cup at him, perfectly aimed at Taehyung's forehead. "Shut up, Tae." he scolds him, but grins nevertheless to ease the tension that his reaction might have caused.

Taehyung frowns, rubbing his forehead as if the empty cup could've really hurt him but he listens. He closes his mouth and starts to bicker with Jimin, when he gives him another lecture about alcohol and his low tolerance.

"This is healing," you fill the silence with your soft voice, eyes focused on the moon lightening above your heads.

Jungkook follows your vision, humming in response before he looks at the lake that sparkle with the same reflection of the moon. "It really is," he agrees, "It's cold though." he chuckles, hearing you doing the same.

"Yeah, I thought it'd be slightly warmer. I hope we won't be cold while sleeping in tents." you voice out your worries.

"We'll just have to wear a lot of clothes. But if you're gonna be too cold, just tell me. We can sleep in the car." he says, making you smile at his thoughtfulness.

"How are we gonna fit there?" you chuckle, not being able to imagine the two of you trying to fit in the back of his car, even though his current car is bigger than the one he used to have. Or you could just sleep in front, but you surely won't get any quality sleep there.

"Then I'll sleep in the tent and you can sleep in the car." he shrugs, your mouth pouting automatically at his words.

You'd feel awful and guilty for sure if that happened. Sure, Jungkook is a big boy and probably doesn't get cold that easily, compared to you, but still.

"Jungkook, no." you shake your head.

"Or, we could just cuddle and keep ourselves warm." he pokes you in the ribs, causing you to giggle as you slap his shoulder.

Or, that's an option too.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip when you're met with silence and Jungkook's steps halting until he stops.

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

Stopping too, you walk closer to him and lean against one of the trees that are near the edge of the lake. "Kiko's here." you point out, causing him to chuckle while he hides his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

"I'm aware," he laughs lightly, and you do the same because it's nice to see him not depressing over her. "I really wanna enjoy this trip, but I can't help but notice how close she seems to be with Hoseok."

And then you see it. Frown settles on his lips at the mention of Hoseok. Of course, he noticed how close they were and probably still are at the fireplace.

"They're best friends, Kook. You don't think they're dating, do you?" you cock your head to the side, a breeze slightly ruffling your hair.

"No," he shakes his head, frowning once again. "I don't know, something feels shady. They're definitely hiding something, I just have no fucking idea what it is."

The memory of Jungkook telling you about the possible secret that Kiko's hiding crosses your mind, but you're just as clueless as Jungkook is right now. You don't know them that much, but Jungkook does.

"What could she possibly be hiding from you?" you think out loud, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could've happened.

"Whenever I see her looking at me, or even when we were talking at Jin's wedding... I could see how guilty she looked," he says, deeply in thought. "I know her so well, I just know there's something more to this and Hoseok basically confirming that at Jin's wedding just proves my suspicion."

"Well, either way, she's not gonna tell you and neither will Hoseok. How are you planning to find out?" you ask, growing confused.

There's nothing he can do. The only thing is to get your little plan to keep going and finish it before some damage will be done. Surprisingly, playing Jungkook's girlfriend isn't hard so far. The two of you have always been more touchy and comfortable around each other, so none of this feels uncomfortable or foreign to you or Jungkook. Obviously, it all faded away and even stopped when he started to date Kiko which you understand. It was out of respect to her, even though she probably never voiced jealousy. That's what kind of gentleman Jungkook is.

"The only thing I can think about, considering her weird and suspicious behavior, and the fact she seems so fucking guilty about something... what if she cheated on me?" he says quickly, his brain processing his own words while he seems to be stunned he finally voiced out his suspicion. It makes it more real and now that he said it out loud, it makes much more sense.

But even to you, it doesn't make much sense. "You think she'd cheat on you?" you ask confusingly, knowing how Jungkook swore that she's the least selfish person he ever met.

"Argh! I don't know!" he exclaims, covering his face into his huge hands as he groans into them.

Sadness overcomes your features and your body moves on its own, hugging Jungkook's muscular body while you cuddle your face into his chest. His hoodie smells just like him, his favorite fabric softener and that sweet, yet muscular scent he always holds. Sighing, he hugs you closer to him.

"I don't think she'd, but what am I supposed to think?" he asks, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

"She loves you, Kook. I don't think she cheated on you." you tell him, but he just shakes his head.

"We don't know that." he disagrees, causing you to chuckle as you slightly pull away and look up at him.

Your noses are almost touching from the proximity between you two.

"We don't, but I can see the way she's looking at you. She's trying to be so nice to me," you let out a dry chuckle, causing Jungkook to do the same thing, however his one isn't dry but almost loving at the mention of his ex.

"That's her." he adds, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"But I just see the sadness in her eyes. I might not know her that well, but even I can tell. She doesn't seem jealous..." you trail off, looking back into his dark orbs that shine underneath the moonlight.

"You'll tell me when this gets too much for you, right?" he asks, your brows furrowing in confusion as you stare at him.

"Of course, that's what we agreed on." you remind him, surprised he brought up that topic.

He nods, bringing his back to your face as he gently grabs it and starts caressing the apples of your cheeks. Your eyes flicker shut, enjoying how soft his hands feel against your skin and you happily hum, making him chuckle but not stopping him. Nudging your nose with his own, you whine at his hot breath fanning your face.

"Kiss me, Kook." you whisper, having this sudden need to feel those plushy lips again.

You haven't kissed since you came here, which is quite surprising because you thought you'd, at least as soon as you saw that Kiko's here too. But for some reason Jungkook never insinuated a kiss.

But he listens to you now, kissing you by quickly connecting your lips as he holds your face even tighter. It feels needy and it strokes your ego that he kisses you almost as if he missed your lips. Well, you certainly missed his ones. 

The moan slips out of your mouth as soon as the kiss gets rougher and he slowly backs you, until your back meets the tree again. His hands are everywhere, from gripping your hips to pulling up your leg and hooking it up over his hip to properly feel your thigh, all while he's still kissing you. Your own hands are occupied by nails digging into his hoodie before they trail down to his ass, giving him a squeeze. He smiles into the kiss, but still doesn't pull away. You're gasping for air, causing him to detach your lips but his own starts to work on your neck where he ducks your skin. You're moaning, head leaned against the tree while the wood is too harsh and uncomfortable, but you don't dare to move. Excitement overtakes you're whole body and with your leg that he's still gripping tightly, hooked over Jungkook's hip, you grind onto him. He groans, grinding back where you can feel his bulge. Through the countless amount of layers, you can't feel him the way your body craves to, but it's still enough to make you clench around nothing as you feel yourself getting aroused.

You grind against each other, desperately trying to get ahold of that pleasure and lust that clouds your minds and bodies, but the clothing you're both wearing and position makes it hard. It's not enough, unless the two of you would undress which isn't such a smart idea considering the weather. As if Jungkook thinks the same thing, he stops grinding against you and rests his head on your shoulder while his chest heaves with quick breaths. You're no different, long and loud breaths leave your mouth as you wrap your arms around his frame. Slowly, he lets go of your leg and steadies himself more before he fully straightens himself and grins at you.

"That's not what I was expecting when I asked you for a walk," he jokes, a loud snort coming out of your mouth as you shake your head at him.

It's always like that. You never planned for this to happen, it always just does. Naturally, and you like that because it doesn't feel forced.

"I wasn't expecting it too, but I'm not complaining." you grin, hands brushing through his fringe that got too long and keeps falling into his eyes.

"Trust me," he says, grin disappearing as a darkened look overtakes his already doe and dark eyes. He hovers over you, teeth nibbling on your ear before his mouth brushes your earlobe. "I'd fuck you here, if it weren't this cold."

Your breath hitches in your throat and you restrain yourself from reacting audibly, knowing he'll love that and tease the shit out of you later. You can't believe he just said that. Would he really do that?

"I wouldn't let you," you mutter, mustering a serious and tough expression where you raise your brow and purse your lips to prove your point. "Someone might've seen us." you reason, but the only thing he gives you in return is a loud laugh that makes you shush him straight away, a huge grin spreading on your lips.

"Who? There's nobody here." he says, outstretching his arms like he's the one who's proving his point.

"You don't know that, it's too dark to tell." you shrug, giving his chest a good slap when he smirks at you.

"Exactly, it wouldn't be too hard to tell if we're fucking or not."

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, hearing him cackling. "Just shut up, Jeon." you shake your head at him, hiding that huge grin again from him by walking past him and getting some safe distance from his dangerous and irresistible self.

"Oh, am I Jeon now? Thought I was Kook."

You hear him teasing you, before he jogs over to you and places his arm over your shoulders as he pushes you closer to his chest. You don't protest, not when he's incredibly warm and comfortable at the same time.

"Thank God, you're not my real boyfriend. I couldn't stand you." you grumble, teasing him as you poke his hip before you wrap your arm around his frame, holding him.

"Ah, you wish. I'd be the best boyfriend." he shoots back, making the two of you burst in laughter as you keep bickering and teasing each other for the rest of the walk back.

It just reminds you that nothing has changed. Well, apart from you get to kiss him— amongst the other stuff — now.

When you get back, you give Jungkook a last nudge to his shoulder before you detach yourself from his hip, looking at your friends. Taehyung wiggles his brows, cheeks flushed even in the darkness and you don't have to guess what caused it, considering the stupid amused grin he always has whenever he drinks too much alcohol. You're not the only one who notices it, Jimin tells him something but his best friend just shushes him and waves a hand in front of his face, telling him to shut up.

"You guys done?" he asks, wiggling his brows while staring at you before his eyes averts to Jungkook.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jungkook asks, confused, reaching for some dried seaweed as he munches on it.

"Ignore him, he's had enough." Jimin speaks up before Taehyung can open his mouth, frowning at his best friend's interruption.

"Where's everyone?" you ask, changing the topic since you've got an idea what Taehyung was aiming at. Whatever it could be, it's not something that should be said in front of Kiko, or anyone at this point.

The seats where Hoseok, Seulgi, Minjae and Namjoon were sitting are empty, and now that you pointed out their absence, Jungkook seems to notice their missing too as he starts looking around.

"They went to sleep," Kiko answers, cuddling herself to some fluffy blanket as she glances at you before she focuses on the flames instead. "I think I'm going too. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." she says, letting out a chuckle but it seems forced and tired.

She stands up, still wrapped in the purple blanket as she bids everyone a goodnight before she goes into her tent, joining Seulgi and Minjae.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers, glancing at Jimin who gives him a saddened gaze before he shrugs.

"She seems a little bit off, but I think it's just awkward for her to be here with you guys." Jimin explains, his voice silenced so everyone sleeping in the tents nearby can't hear you. He gives you an apologetic look which you just shrug off, knowing he's only telling the truth.

"She knew we were coming here, I suppose." you mutter, ignoring Jungkook's side glance before he sighs and grabs you by your shoulders.

"Well, we're going to sleep too. You guys, don't set anything on fire." he tells them, Taehyung already spacing out but still protests whenever Jimin tells him to go sleep.

It's clear Jimin doesn't want to leave him alone, something that wouldn't be a good idea in Taehyung's state. It's funny and cute how they remind you of your friendship with Jungkook. They have each other's back all the time.

"We'll try to," Jimin chuckles, patting Taehyung's head as he cuddles to Jimin's side. "Goodnight."

Approximately twenty minutes later, when you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, you and Jungkook are happily nestled in your sleeping bags. With a few layers of blankets that Jungkook brought underneath your bodies, it's softer than you expected it to be and you find it comfortable. The only thing that bothers you is the chilly air that makes you toss around as you're trying to keep yourself warm.

"Come here." Jungkook sighs, his own sleeping bag rustling as he pulls out his arms to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you mutter, silently humming as soon as you feel his warm chest pressed against your back. You're definitely warmer now.

"Cuddling you, obviously." he snorts, nuzzling his nose into your neck causing you to let out a silenced giggle.

With his large hoodie already on, the very one he brought you from his car as soon as you started to complain about the weather and being cold, you allow yourself to relax. However, Jungkook doesn't stop there and he starts kissing your neck, leaving soft and innocent pecks that make you bite your lip. You don't move, allowing him to kiss you some more while he rubs your body which is difficult to feel, since you're wrapped in your sleeping bag. Unzipping your sleeping bag, you ignore your body protesting by shivering from the temperature in your tent.

"You're gonna be cold." Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his silenced and raspy voice causing you to shiver again. Not from the cold this time.

"You'll warm me up." you tease, turning to your side so you can be closer to him.

He welcomes your hands on his chest as they get underneath his hoodie, feeling his hot and naked skin there. How can he be so warm when you're close to freezing? His toned abs are hard to miss and you wish you could just take his hoodie off, and see the piece of art. You've never been totally mesmerized by abs and muscular bodies, although it's a nice thing to look at. But everything changes when it comes to Jungkook. He's perfect, an amazing piece of man that makes every woman's heart flutter.

"You bet." he teases back, causing you to giggle as he pulls you closer, kissing you this time.

Your lips mold together, the feeling already familiar but never boring. It's something you could never get enough of, especially when he's so good at it. Two minutes of constant kissing and innocent touches, his own hands disappear underneath all the layers of your clothing when he finally finds your skin. Even the littlest touch of his fingertips make your body heat up, and you completely forget about the cold. He spends a few minutes just rubbing your stomach, his touch leaving soft and tingling sensation all over your body, before he hooks them under the hem of your sweatpants. Detaching your lips, you breathe out a shaky breath as you glance at Jungkook.

He's staring at you, dark eyes boring into yours while his hands disappear into your panties.

"Kook," you breathe out, "Guys are here."

And Seulgi, Minjae and Kiko too.

"They're all sleeping," he says, finger circling your clit as you bite into your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "I checked when I went to take a piss."

Snorting, you let out a chuckle of disbelief. "Wow, that's so hot. Thank you." you tell him sarcastically, your words dying down when he starts to part your folds and slips one finger in.

"I'm honest," he tells you lightly, shrugging as if he's not fingering you right now. He pumps his finger, nuzzling his face to your neck as he starts sucking your skin there. "You love when I'm honest."

"Mhm," you moan, back slightly arching when his finger rubs against your sensitive spot.

"You love when I do this," he purrs against your skin, adding another finger as he curls them inside your tight hole that makes you whimper.

Goosebumps appear all over your body, your hips slowly grinding against his palm as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out. The sound of your wetness is muffled by your clothes, but it's still clear to your ears. It should be embarrassing how wet and hot you became just for him. Yes, the little make out that happened on your walk helped, but you both know it doesn't take a long for him to make you crave for his touch, pleading him for more.

"I do," you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when he adds another finger, penetrating your heat even more.

Your walls are wrapped around his fingers, swallowing them in with so much eagerness that makes Jungkook proud.

"You're so needy," he growls, grazing his teeth against your jaw before he kisses it. Your hands clutch onto your sleeping bag desperately, all while he lets out a dark chuckle. "So needy for my touch, for me."

You should be embarrassed because he's right. You tend to act tough, not necessarily in these kinds of scenarios, but still. Even Jungkook knows that and whenever he can stomp on the confidence and tease you, he takes the chance and does it. However, you don't feel an ounce of embarrassment. Agreeing with him, you nod and purr at the same time, body desperately meeting his hands as he picks up the pace.

"I am," you agree, voice strained as you try to control yourself. It feels good, so fucking good, but you don't want to cum just yet. You want to enjoy this for as long as it's possible.

"Oh, baby. You know all you gotta do is tell me and I'll give you everything you want," Jungkook feigns sorrow, knowing those words drive you crazy. He feels you clenching around him, your moans silenced by you biting a lower lip, and that's all he needs to be smirking. "I'd have fuck you against that tree, if you weren't scared someone might see." he whispers darkly into your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

It all happens quick, too quick for you to control it or cherish the way pleasure shoots through your whole body, while you're cumming. Your moans in the form of Jungkook's name are silenced by his mouth enveloping yours. As much as he wants to hear you, his name leaving your mouth repeatedly, he can't let anyone else hear you.

He fucks you through your orgasm, stopping when he hears you whimper from overstimulation. Pulling out his fingers, he puts them into his mouth and makes sure you're watching him when he does that. Your heat throbs, both at the sight and the euphoric feeling of your orgasm, yet you don't have enough. Especially not when you see him licking his fingers clean before he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. He growls, hovering over you while his tongue attacks the inside of your mouth. Your tongues dance together, moving swiftly like it's the easiest thing to do. Hands disappearing under his hoodie, you let yourself feel his naked back moving forward to his abs.

He can't help it, you're too irresistible even if it's in a freaking tent and in the middle of mountains with his friends sleeping nearby. Maybe even that small fact makes him go feral, grinding his crotch against you. Getting out of your sleeping bag has never been easier, your hands busy trying to take off Jungkook's sweatpants while he takes off his hoodie, along with his shirt.

"Fuck, I need you." he says, before he kisses you again and helps you to take off your shirt. He's met with your exposed breasts, licking his bottom lip at your puckered nipples which he wraps his mouth around.

The sensation is amazing, his warm mouth warming your whole body all over again and just like that, you feel that same need to fill your pleasure needs. Jungkook's movements are eager, so eager that he tosses his sweatpants rather carelessly causing the piece of clothing to bump into the tent's walls. The tent shakes, causing you to giggle as he shushes you by his lips, chuckling into the kiss. He helps you to undress, making sure he heats up your body with his feverish kisses and constant rubbing of your exposed skin.

"Fuck me, Kook." you plead, nails grazing his exposed and muscular back he's flexing while he's hovering over you.

"Oh, I will," he promises, leaning down to kiss your collarbones as he makes up your neck and jaw. "But you need to be quiet, yeah?"

His voice is low, sending another set of shivers down your spine as you gulp, pressing your thighs together.

"I thought everyone's sleeping." you mutter, teasing him with eyes but you don't show it on your face, too focused on him to even lift the corner of your mouth in a smirk.

"They are," he nods, hands disappearing between your bodies as he spreads your legs and cups your heat which is still wet with your cum and another arousal. You're soaking wet, you can feel it slowly trailing down your ass and staining the unzipped sleeping bag underneath you. "But we don't wanna wake them up." he smirks, his eyes dancing in amusement almost as he's teasing you for being loud.

Oh, he certainly is. As soon as realization hits your face, he smirks even more while pulling away. Your eyes drop to his covered crotch, noticing an evident bulge that's growing with each passing minute. Unfortunately, your sight is dismissed when Jungkook starts to rummage through his bag that he put in the corner of your tent. He pulls out his wallet before he successfully gets the condom. When he turns around and meets your gaze, he sees your raised brow.

"You brought condoms?" you question, wondering if he planned on having sex here.

You sure didn't, not that you're complaining. But you're curious and you love to tease him whenever you get the chance. His doe eyes that were darkened just a few moments ago are completely switched to a wide eyed Jungkook, making look so innocent and young that it makes your heart jump.

"Well, not purposely. I always have them in my wallet." he explains, voice sounding soft all of a sudden.

His lips are set into a slight pout as he stares at you, looking wary for some reason. Little do you know it's because of the exact thing you're teasing him about. He worries that he just planned on having sex, even though there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. You both agreed on this, you two fucking. But still, it doesn't sit well with him knowing you might think he planned this. You're a beautiful woman, it doesn't take long for him to resist you. But you're his best friend before you're someone who he has sex with. He really wanted this trip to be about adventure and great memories, and he kind of let it go naturally. Whatever feels comfortable for you and everyone else. He definitely didn't expect Kiko to show up here, even though this exact topic occurred his night thoughts that made him wide awake for the most of the night.

"It's okay, Kook," you giggle, sitting up as you reach for him. "I'm just teasing you." you assure him, seeing his tensed muscles relax before he scoffs.

"Screw you." he murmurs, grinning as he opens the wrapper by opening it with his teeth while his other hand is too busy pulling his length out.

Taking off his boxers, your mouth salivate wishing you could see him instead of being met with his outline. Judging by the way his hands move and body rustles against the blankets, you know he's giving himself a few pumps before he puts the condom on.

"You're about to." you fill the silence, smirk audible in your voice as he chuckles and gets closer to you.

Adjusting your positions, so he's nestled between your legs, he gives you a kiss and lets his mouth stay on yours while he slowly fills you up. You know it's his way of shushing you, knowing you'd most likely whimper at the sudden stretch of his hardened length. The both of you are trying not to get caught after all. When he's all in, he detaches your lips as he leans his forehead against yours waiting for your signal. As soon as he registers the small nod and little 'go on', he pulls out slowly before he smashes in his way back. With each thrust he makes, the harder it gets to control your moans and even though you've never been that awfully loud, no matter how many times Jungkook teases you about it.

Your legs starts to hurt from the missionary position and with a quick squeeze of his bicep, Jungkook slows down and questionably tilts his head. Without saying a word, your palms sprawl against his chest as you push him while sitting up. He gets the message, laying down immediately while he slips out of you in the process. Hovering over him, you let your legs to rest against his side while you grab his length. Pumping him, you wish you could see that lustful glint in his eyes and the vulnerability that he doesn't show that often:

"Baby," he moans, hands gripping your hips.

Chuckling, you position him against your entrance before you sink down onto him, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure and stretch.

"Fuck, so tight." he groans, nails digging into your skin the entire time he fills you up. He doesn't stop even when you start to ride him, setting up a slower pace that makes less sounds. Nevertheless, the sound of your thighs meeting Jungkook's can't be manageable and it's clear to your ears.

With Jungkook's help, he starts to roll his hips into yours as he meets your thrusts, sending another wave of pleasure through your body with different intensity. It feels amazing, his length so deep inside of you, all while he keeps hitting your g-spot. Slowing down, you circle your hips as you kiss him. You really want to savor every minute and feeling he makes you feel, you don't want to cum just yet. Jungkook is in no rush, kissing you back slowly as he lets you take control. He lays there, enjoying the way you move your hips. After kissing for a few minutes, you start to pick up your pace which becomes tougher, considering how long you've been in this position. Your thighs already ache from the stretch, but thanks to Jungkook who notices your struggle, he starts to meet your thrusts like he's done before.

Everything is slow, yet sensual and intense. It makes your head spin and your heart swell with foreign and wonderful feeling. You can't go all wild, knowing there's everyone just a few meters away from you while you're surrounded in complete silence. But even without this little fact, it still feels right. Maybe it's because you're both lazy and sleepy, just wanting to enjoy the pleasure and something different. If you knew better, you'd say this is how making love feels like.

You almost slap yourself at that, knowing you're nowhere emotionally near that. But it feels nice to have him this close, it's different from the sex you had before.

Considering you've had an orgasm and your walls are still sensitive, you feel yourself tightening as your arms fail you and you fall onto Jungkook's chest. He takes over, still laying underneath you as he grabs your hips and starts to pick up the pace. Even from his submissive position, you may say, he's able to take control and hit all the right spots within your walls. Hands gripping your ass, he spreads your ass cheeks while his nails dig into your skin again. It's the first time tonight when it feels, what can be considered, as a rough move.

"Kook," you whimper, mouth pressed against his shoulder with eyes screwed shut, as you feel another orgasm approaching you.

"Shhh," he reminds you, letting out a grunt when he sets an almost animalistic pace. His balls smack against your ass, the sound already too loud to be heard outside, but you don't stop.

Pleasure washes you all over again, your mouth ready to leave the loudest moan as your whole body shakes. What you do comes naturally, in the desperation to silence your moans, and you gently bite onto Jungkook's shoulder while he keeps fucking you.

He grunts, your teeth digging into his skin although, it's nothing unbearable or too painful, but it shocks him. Few more pumps and he's coming into the condom with a silenced growl. His thrusts get sloppier with each second, before he completely stops and his length starts to twitch. You wish you could feel him cumming inside of you, despite the littlest feeling of him filling the condom, it's nothing too recognizable. When he's done, he sighs and drops his head down while he hugs you closer to him. His arms leave your ass and they wrap around your frame, gripping you tightly making you giggle.

"Fuck, that was amazing." you comment, pecking his shoulder where you bit him. It's too dark to see if there's any mark, but you hope not. You made sure you weren't biting him too hard.

"Yeah," he breathes, chest heaving with harsh breaths while his length starts to soften. "That was... different." he chuckles, hands gently caressing your back that makes you hum.

"I could fall asleep like this." you murmur against his neck, cuddling to him even more.

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, his hand gently slapping your ass. "No, you can't sleep now. You gotta pee and put some clothes on, you're gonna get cold like this."

He's right, now that your lust has been fulfilled, you can already feel the real temperature in the tent. Your skin is no longer hot and that same rush of heat that came with each moment of pleasure is gone. Even though your body still tingles from the intense orgasm, it's just not enough to keep you warm anymore.

"Nooo," you whine, cuddling to him even more while your perked nipples rub against his chest. He bites his lower lip, cringing when his length slips out of you and you whine again. "Can't you just cover our bodies?"

You try, knowing you're just teasing him and you'll be shivering any minute. Jungkook groans at your stubbornness and you smile.

"No, now come on. Go pee." he slaps your ass again, making you jerk as you pull yourself up and stare at him.

"What if something's out there?" you ask, simply out of curiosity and maybe out of fear as well.

"I'm going with you, big baby," he grins, rolling his eyes at you that you can't see. He's sitting up, hoisting your bodies in the process. "But we need to put some clothes on."

Sighing, you put your clothes back on, cringing when your juices meet the material of your panties. Regardless of that, you fully dress yourself and let out a hum of content when you're warm again. Jungkook does the same thing, disposing himself of the condom full of his cum as he makes sure he'll throw it somewhere safe. You're both stumbling out of your tent, seeing there's no one awake and there's complete darkness around you. Good.

But still, when Jungkook lights up the flashlight on his phone, you're both grinning at yourselves and you just know, you're going to be sleeping heavenly tonight.

[bro-atz]

that sumin fic was crazy af i’m obsessed w your writing… could we possibly get a university au w music composition major minjae x f!reader?? and w some smut in there too pls thinking a lot abt rapper minjae being good w his tongue akdjjsjsjsj

the theory of music

in which: there's a rumor about minjae that you want to find out more about.

pair: uni student!minjae/uni student!afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: college!au, smut, heavy sexual tension, oral sex, completely consensual!

author's note: you wanna know what's crazy anon? i know someone like this irl HAHAH nd he's truly one of my favorite people (if i ignore the fact that he had a threesome in my living room once but that a story for a diff day) but yes this is something i can def do and just did for you (^з^)-♡♥︎♡ seriously tho im glad you requested this bc i wanted to make a lil series for xikers so this was perf

tag list: @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo, jinsik

You weren’t one for parties, especially rooftop parties. You only went to this specific rooftop party because it was your friend’s roommate’s birthday, and she promised you that it was going to be lowkey and fun when it was anything but. Yet, you had a good time— when the company is good, why wouldn’t everything else be good? Some kids were still yakking off the roof while others were getting completely stoned or crossed, but the ones that were still somewhat coherent were cool. There was one person in particular that you were drawn to the most, not because you were attracted to him (although he was very attractive, you’ll give him that), but because the air around him was so calming and he seemed to vibe with literally everyone.

“Him? That’s Minjae,” Junmin, one of the boys you were talking to at the party, told you when you asked. “How do you not know Minjae?”

“I mean… It’s my first time seeing him—”

“Still, he’s infamous at these parties.”

“This is my first time at one of these rooftop parties. Cut me some slack, Junmin.”

“Well, I’d just warn you and say don’t get too close,” Junmin brought his voice down and said ominously.

“Why do you say that?” you matched his decibel, clearly not taking him seriously.

“He’s… A character. Kind of loose. I mean, you see how many girls go swarming to him. It happens all the time, and it happens for a reason”

“Dude, I’m not looking to fuck him. I just want to befriend the guy, is all.”

“That’s what they all say,” Junmin sighed loudly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Heard loud and clear.”

You wanted to defy Junmin, but he was just so sinister with informing you about Minjae that you dropped the idea of befriending the guy in general. You spent the rest of the party interacting with other people, completely unaware that Minjae’s gaze kept flickering to you every so often.

You saw Minjae again at Junmin’s rooftop party, but you paid no mind to him. This time, you steered clear of him because he was surrounded by a bunch of girls— girls that definitely were not at the party you were at the other night. You knew after what Junmin said that Minjae was a popular guy, but it didn’t fully register in your head until that moment. Maybe it was his soft, brown hair that spilled over his face and gave his eyes a mysterious charm that made the girls fall for him, or maybe it was his irresistible smile and laugh. Whatever it was, there was just something about him that drew girls to him like a moth to a flame.

You kept to yourself for the most part during Junmin’s party. Junmin was running around the rooftop trying to make sure his friends didn’t fall over the balcony or throw up anywhere that wasn’t a toilet— honestly, seeing him scramble all over the place did not make you jealous in the slightest. If anything, it was entertaining to see him break a sweat and make sure the party didn’t completely fall apart.

While you were observing Junmin, you didn’t realize that Minjae actually approached you and stood right next to you with every intention to flirt with the one girl at the party that wasn’t all over him.

“Hey,” you heard him speak into your ear, startling you completely.

“What the— Oh?” you were fully prepared to fight whoever it was that scared you, but when you saw Minjae’s beautiful face super close to yours, you short-circuited. “H-hello…”

He held his hand out for you to shake.

“Minjae.”

You nearly said “I know” in response, but you choked back that first instinct. You shook his hand.

“Y/N.”

There was a beat of silence. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say to him because Junmin truly scared the shit out of you, so the only questions on your mind was just to inquire about his reputation.

“You know, I saw you at the last party and wondered who you were because I’ve never seen you at any of these parties,” Minjae said, trying to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m not really a party person,” you admitted.

“But you’re here at this one?”

“Because Junmin invited me.”

“What about the last one?”

“My friend invited me since it was her roommate’s birthday.”

“Oh, okay that makes sense.”

Minjae nodded and smiled at you, making you feel slightly guilty that your impression of him was so tarnished thanks to your own assumptions. He ended up getting more words out of you and got you comfortable enough to have very candid conversations about everything. He had a very complex view on the world that you resonated with, and it made you want to know more about him. There was definitely a deeper side of him that he was hiding, and you wanted to find it.

You were so engrossed in your conversation with him that you didn’t realize how much time had passed and that most of the party had cleared out until Junmin approached you and Minjae, his hair and clothes completely disheveled.

“I appreciate you both so much, but I’m going to have to ask you both to go the fuck home,” Junmin said with a heavy sigh.

You checked your phone and saw many, many missed calls from your roommate, and you also saw that it was four in the morning.

“Damn, it’s already this late? Sorry, Junmin,” you apologized.

“We’ll leave now,” Minjae added.

We? You looked at Minjae with slight confusion.

“Thanks. Get home safe— And, Y/N, text me when you get home,” Junmin instructed.

“Ow, you don’t want to know if I got home?” Minjae asked feigning hurt.

“You’ll be fine,” Junmin rolled his eyes and pushed Minjae away. “Get out.”

You and Minjae left Junmin’s apartment building, and before you could bid adieu and head home, Minjae asked, “What direction are you headed in?”

“There,” you pointed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Minjae stated.

You eyed Minjae suspiciously, wondering if he had any other intentions by walking you home. Deciphering your look, he held his hands up and said, “No, I just want to make sure you get home safe, too. It’s four in the morning, and you are a woman after all.”

You were still not convinced of his intentions. It was only when he held out his pinky and looked at you with the most sincerest of eyes did you cave and let him walk you home.

During your walk, you both continued to have a deep discussion about the world to the point where you didn’t even realize that you had already gotten back to your dorm. Before you went inside, Minjae stopped you.

“Wait, I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“If I invited you to one of my parties, would you come?”

You briefly pondered the thought before nodding. He grinned at you then held out his phone. “I’ll text you the next time I throw one,” he said.

You gave him your number, and with that, you both parted ways.

You seriously wondered why Junmin told you to avoid Minjae in the first place. He didn’t seem so bad.

You and Minjae became friends since the night you exchanged numbers. Not once did you feel like Minjae was trying to get into your pants or anything—especially because he mostly texted you— making you doubt Junmin’s explanation of the guy more and more. When you asked Junmin, he refused to elaborate on it further, so you had to settle for a shrug and acceptance that Junmin was probably just really wrong about Minjae.

you:

what’re you doing rn?”

You ended up texting Minjae right in the middle of class one fine day. You shouldn’t have been on your phone, but the class was such a drag that you desperately needed the distraction.

minjae:

studio why

you:

ah okay nah i was just bored is all

minjae:

you can come to the studio if you want

you:

yeah? you sure?

And immediately, Minjae sent you an address along with a room number— it was one of the buildings on campus, but you had no idea which one it was until you got there. It was the music building on campus, also known as a building you’ve never entered on campus and never thought you would enter because you were not in the music composition major. You were nervous as hell the entire time you were making your way to the studio that Minjae was in until you saw him down the hall, half his body out the door as he looked and waited for you.

You had never seen any sort of music studio before, and were honestly quite surprised to see that your school had such a professional one— well, multiple professional ones since the entire hall you walked down was filled with studios— readily available on campus. It was completely soundproof inside, and it was also dark as hell in there. There were no windows or anything. Just a room, a chair, a computer, a monitor, a bunch of keyboards, and an audio mixer.

“I thought this was a recording studio?” you questioned.

“This is the mixing studio. So if we don’t have to record vocals or instruments and just need digital, we can use this room,” Minjae explained.

“Oh…”

“Want to listen?”

“Sure.”

Minjae let you have a seat in the singular chair in the room and gave you the headphones. As soon as you were comfortable, he played the song for you. It was upbeat, but also melancholic in a way. You found yourself nodding along to the beat of the song the more you listened, and when the song ended, you were amazed but also confused because that was super short.

“This is really good,” you told the boy as you handed the headphones back.

“Yeah, but it’s still not done. I only played you the intro into the first chorus since that’s all I got right now,” he said with a tiny sigh.

“Still, what you have so far is so good. I can’t wait to hear the whole song now.”

With a small smile, Minjae reclaimed his seat, leaving you standing. You looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but the only place to sit was the singular chair in the room that Minjae was using.

“I’ll head out then, leave you to it,” you told the boy as you reached for the door handle.

“Honestly, you can stay if you’d like,” Minjae said without tearing his eyes away from the screen.

“Won’t it be weird if I’m just sitting on the ground in the corner?”

“What? You can sit in the chair with me.”

You eyed the chair, then looked at Minjae skeptically. “You really think that we’ll both fit in the chair?”

“Yeah, the arms come up. See,” Minjae said as he proceeded to demonstrate— and they did.

You somehow found yourself sitting on one edge of the chair while Minjae sat on the other. You though he would be uncomfortable working like that, but he seemed perfectly fine and completely focused on his work. You tried to keep your eyes on the screen, but for some reason, your eyes kept straying towards the boy.

Minjae was very attractive usually, but he was absolutely breathtaking from the side. His chin was tilted upwards since the monitor was on an elevated desk, so you got the best view of his jawline. He unconsciously licked his lower lip as he clicked on the screen, and he bit his lower lip while he focus, the mere acts send flashes of heat through your body.

He usually looked like a very soft, very cuddly boy, but this version of Minjae you got to see was incredibly sexy— unbelievably and unbearably sexy. He was so immersed in his work that he just oozed charisma, and the way his arms would subtly flex when he moved the mouse around or clicked or typed made you pay more attention to the way he was built— so much attention that you started wondering what he looked like underneath since his arms were pretty muscular.

It was only when he turned his head to look at you did you suddenly snap out of your daydream. You looked right at the monitor thinking you barely avoided Minjae noticing you staring, but he noticed well before he even turned to look at you. In fact, he felt you staring him down, and despite the fact that he was playing the song, he heard you gulp the building pool of saliva in your mouth. Plus, it did not help your case that your face and ears were reddening slowly.

“Y/N,” Minjae said, nearly startling you out of your skin.

“Y-yeah?”

“You good?”

“Y-yeah…”

“You sure?”

You were going to respond with another yeah, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat when you felt his hand on your thigh, his hand rubbing inwards ever so slowly. Butterflies rampaged through your entire body when you felt his burning touch, the impure thoughts in your head getting dirtier by the second.

“You know, if you wanted, you could just ask.”

“What’re you talking about?” you deflected while trying to reclaim your thigh from him; but, you were unsuccessful, and he ended up moving his hand along your thigh, closer to your crotch. “Okay! Okay, I know, what you mean!”

“I can help you relieve that tension right now if you’d like.”

“Right now? In here?”

Minjae nodded.

“Are you insane?! In here?! What the fuck?!”

“Got a problem with that?”

“A bunch!” your voice nearly shrilled. “Aren’t there cameras? What if someone walks in? And—”

“No one will come in here since you need to have the key card to get in, and there are no cameras in here.”

“Still, but…”

You tried to find more reasons to object to having sex in the studio, but when his hand reached for your face and his fingers held your chin, your mind melted. He brought your face closer to his, and your eyes fluttered close when he brought his lips towards yours, but he stopped, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

“Is it because you don’t want to do this with me, or because you’re just nervous about the location?”

“…The latter.”

“If that’s the case, then don’t worry about it.”

“How a can I not worry about it when that’s all I’ll be thinking about?”

“Then I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to think.”

Without a second to lose, Minjae’s lips were on yours. You didn’t think he was going to be so intense with you right off the bat, but when his tongue pushed into your mouth, you were completely taken aback. You leaned into him and held onto his shoulders when you felt his hands move down to your waist. His fingers slipped under your shirt and tiptoed their way up, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his hands went over your breasts and started massaging over your bra painfully well, your grip on him tightened, and you pushed yourself further into his chest, a slight moan leaving your lips. You for sure thought Minjae was going to laugh at your reaction to his touch, but he was so intently focused on you that he was just eating up every single noise that escaped your soul.

You whimpered and whined slightly when his lips left yours, a thin string of saliva barely connecting his tongue to yours before being broken the second he brought his lips to your neck and started sucking lightly on your skin. His hands held the bottom of your shirt and pulled it upwards, your bra getting pushed up shortly thereafter. You flung your head back and let out a gasp mixed with a sigh when he started sucking on your nipple, his teeth nibbling slightly as he did so. He pinched and twisted your other nipple, sending shocks down your spine.

Next thing you knew, you were fully naked and sitting all by yourself on the swivel chair, the arm rests down for you to grip. Minjae lifted one of your legs and set it over his shoulder as he pushed the other to the side to fully reveal your soaking wet cunt, your slick glistening with the lights of the monitor. You felt Minjae exhale lightly, making your toes curl with excitement and lust. You face was burning up when you looked down to see Minjae looking up at you with shining eyes and a little smirk on his face. He didn’t have to utter a word for you to know that he was thoroughly entertained by your reaction to his being.

It was when he licked a stripe down your cunt did you fully lose your mind. Yellow and white sparks filled your vision as Minjae took his time with you. His tongue swirled around your clit, and he slipped a delicate finger through your folds. He curled the finger inside you and left it there the more he slurped you up and let his tongue wildly flick against your raw bud. You gripped onto the arm rests for dear life and bit your lower lip painfully hard when you felt the finger slip out and his tongue replace its position.

“Darling, you can be as loud as you want. No one’s gonna hear a fucking thing,” Minjae said softly as looked up at you with devious eyes and a slight smirk, your arousal fluid completely coating his mouth.

You weren’t planning on taking him up on that until he sucked on your clit, the feeling of the suction absolutely driving you up the wall. A sweet, loud moan sounded in the studio, more gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth when you felt him slip two of his fingers inside you, fingering you slowly but with immense intention. Your hands left the arm rests and moved to his hair, his hair bunching up in your fists as you pushed him closer to your pussy.

“Ah! Mmm— Min-Minjae,” you cried as you tugged at his hair, prompting him to look at you. “More…”

Wordlessly, Minjae delivered. He kept curling his fingers inside you every time he pulled his fingers out, and he fingered you way faster as he slurped obnoxiously, your arousal filling his mouth completely. It was when he left your clit with a sickly sweet kiss did you cum, white filling your vision as you flung your head back and moaned loudly. You squirted right into his mouth, the boy downing everything like it was his last meal. You felt your face get hotter the more lewd noises he made with just his tongue and your pussy.

You thought he would be done, but he was far from over. He barely gave you a second to rest before diving in again, his fingers ruthlessly fingering you and rubbing along your g-spot repetitively, overstimulating you to the max. You were still riding your high when he pushed further, and it felt like you were seeing heaven and hell at the same time when you came for the second time, white filling your vision as you felt your body nearly burst into flames.

“W-wait, Minjae,” you said while breathing heavily, your hands desperately pushing his head away from your cunt. “I just—”

You cut yourself off when you saw his face, your arousal dribbling down his lips and dripping from his chin, his face pink and rosy. You were completely shocked— not once had you cum like that for any boy you had hooked up with in the past, and you definitely did not expect yourself to cum that hard ever in your entire lifetime. So, when you saw that the collar of Minjae’s shirt was also drenched, you wanted the Earth to swallow you whole.

“I guess I have to,” Minjae said as he stood up. He used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, giving you the slightest peak at his toned torso. “I’ve got to check out of the studio soon, so we’ll continue this back at my place if that’s alright with you.”

You finally understood what Junmin was hinting at. Minjae was going to be the best sex you ever had, and there was no going back from there.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

[seokka0o]

DOM MINJAE AND 16 I NEED IT

16 - "You're my fuck toy, don't be so picky"

김민재 : Minjae // fingering// scent kink// perv!Minjae

He had two firm fingers inside you, moving in a way that drove you crazy, his dark eyes paying attention to all your reactions without any pity. Your body was leaning against the couch in Minjae's house, your body half covered as you've been there for two days and already out of clothes to wear you decided to wear his, bad idea, minjae's head led straight streams to his dick the instant you walked through the door smelling like soap with your legs exposed and one of his t-shirts , or occasionally. He was controlled by going back to the living room and pretending to watch television, holding each other, until he spread your legs with one hand and started invading just like that "Minjae...could you just fuck me for good?" You felt like you were in torture, Minjae moving his fingers inside while his thumb played with your clit, sometimes consecutively, sometimes not, but he seemed quite satisfied with the way you contracted around him, the pornographic way you moaned and moved your hips, or as your liquid already consumed all of his hand, ready to receive it from whatever drum it was "You're my fuck toy, don't be so picky" he replied ignoring your request to bring his face to your neck, smelling your freshly showered scent "You smell so good...sometimes I think you do it on purpose" he was sure minjae was hallucinating about your figure regardless of the condition, but there are days when he exclusively believes that you do to get his attention. You growled low at the comment and started to move, fucking his hand "want me to go faster?" He asked looking up at you "p-please" You begged the way you know he always likes and then you closed your eyes as the heat rose, minjae smiled and then accelerated more with his fingers, now hitting against your entrance, back to kissing and nuzzling your neck as you lost all composure in moaning his name and then coming apart under his fingers.

[sminiac]

BESTIE I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME OUT

xikers reaction to you wearing lingerie for the first time?

U r the best writer on this app fr

💌 — BFF!!! I cannot accept this compliment in good conscience when I have the mutuals that I have, but it makes me incredibly happy that you’re enjoying the stuff that I put out :,) LOTS OF LOVE!!! (I can’t tell if this is okay or not, but I’m posting so…)

Warnings — NSFW focused, light smut, MDNI.

Minjae would be so incredibly taken aback, like he’s just so mesmerized to the point that he barely remembers that he’s physically in front of you until you’re poking at him, asking if he’s okay, and like- no???? The type to feel like it’s his first time being intimate with you again, shaky hands and stuttered words cut short by the haste of trying to settle his breathing back into a comfortable pace before you start noticing. Once he gets over the initial shock of seeing you in something so revealing it’s all he can ever think about, asking for pictures frequently, even when he’s working. It’s just- how could the mental image ever leave that pretty head of his once he’s seen it for himself, experienced it.

“Can you say something?” His gaze is fixated, unwavering even as you’re subconsciously starting to curl in on yourself from the fear of his sudden and intense silence. “Anything?” You squeak, hands wrinkling the thin fabric as they slide to cover the parts of you his eyes repeatedly flit between. Before you’re able to succeed in your feeble attempt to shield away, his hand gently catches at your wrist, silently easing it further back until he can see all of you again. “Don’t- just. I just need to take all of you in, for a minute, if you don’t mind?” The words scramble together in a careless attempt, he just needs more time, that’s all it is, needs the image of you splayed out so pretty to be burned into his retinas so that he’ll never have to conjure up the sight from scratch again.

“You’re everything, you know that? My pretty girl.”

Junmin is the type to be shy with his words but confident in his hands, poor thing can’t get a full sentence out without being accompanied by stuttering and taking back words because the way he strung them together didn’t quite convey the way he’s feeling, but could he ever? All while words tangle at his tongue his hands move to touch you with a surprisingly firm grip, he doesn’t tremble, he isn’t hesitant, he knows that you’re his to touch, why would lingerie change that? No way he doesn’t have a thing for those diaphanous babydoll’s, specifically likes having you ride him in them, watching through the delicate coloured fabric as you’re repeatedly swallowing down his cock.

“You’re- this, this is what your surprise is?” He’s got his lower face nestled into the crook of his arm, knowing that if it were to be shown you’d laugh at how evidently warm he’s gotten in the matter of seconds. “You don’t like it? I thought it was, pretty.” You catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the thin mesh, unabashed as you adjust it around the seams, meanwhile Junmin is sitting like stone on the bed, fighting with himself over allowing himself to fully take you in or to keep awkwardly looking away from you every few seconds. You’re his girlfriend though, he could stare without there being any repercussions, right? Without it being weird, you wouldn’t mind, surely. He continues eyeing you up through the mirror, eventually quietly asking of you to come to him, that he just: “wants a better look.” Shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed, guiding you to stand between his legs, your back to him so you can watch through the mirror as he inspects the small embellishments he couldn’t see as well from afar, the delicate lace detailing that lines the bust. He thinks you make the set even prettier, just wants you to admire it too while his fingers are fucking into you, eyes suddenly not so shy.

Before Sumin actually sees you in lingerie he’d sometimes make passing comments about someday wanting to, walking past a certain store in the mall? He’s shameless in pointing out certain pieces through the windows, even going as far as to explain that he thinks you’d look good in certain colours, patterns, cut. Isn’t shy about the specifics at all, which is why he has the biggest grin on his face seeing you in familiar looking panties paired with a similarly style of bra, a thin silk robe with intricate patterns haphazardly balanced on your shoulders. Think he definitely has a thing for silk, there’s this thought that’s been rotting in my head that he he buys silk ribbon, uses it in the bedroom on you, but also as a sort of outfit accessory in public, lol. He’d have a thing for those crazy detailed sets, like the ones with garter belts, lace, ribbon etc.

“So you did get it, I was wondering why you were so short with me when I called.” Whatever was on his phone couldn’t be less important than it is now, it falls from the tips of his fingers into the soft comforter, fuck, he could’ve thrown it across the room and not blinked twice. “You wouldn’t shut up about it, big mouth.” You pull out a chuckle, though it sounds distant, like the sound you make when you can’t tell exactly what the other persons saying so you laugh in hopes that it fits the context, he doesn’t regard it, his hands just need to be everywhere, anywhere. “You can put it to use then.” Guiding you into the bed, his eyes move in the same fashion that his fingers do as they run across your skin, slipping under the thin band of your underwear, he runs it all the way to the round of your hip before he goes still. “Take this off.” He says, already so eager, making his own work of it before you have the chance, “But- I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Don’t care, you look too good, just needta’ fuck you. Now.”

Jinsik, sweet boy, would be so constant and loose lipped with his praise. Maybe only briefly mentioned it once or twice, but never explicitly stated that he’d want you in something so scandalous, even if it’s just for a night, but he gets so giddy when you’re telling him to take off one of his over sized shirts you’ve thrown on top to keep the surprise hidden, the lace details so pretty under the tips of his fingers as he drags the hem of his shirt further up your torso, the more that’s revealed the more strained he’s becoming in his sweats. The type to want to make you the focus of the night, because you’re so sweet, dressing up just for him, will want to let you know how appreciative he is.

“You’re not real,” he breathes, eyes nervously darting from your face and back down to the slow motion of his arm that works his shirt up and out of the way. “there’s no way.” You’re giggling in his ear, a hand idly rubbing through his soft hair, keeping the ends from falling over his eyes, but he’s far too entranced to care. “You’re so dramatic.” His tongue wets at his lip to keep the words flowing steady, cause if not then they’d surely lodge into the back of his throat seeing the way the trim of your bra hugs at the top of your breasts. “Can I… I’m allowed to touch you?” The front of his brows raise, his eyes big, cute as he silently pleads with you. “‘s is all for you, I’d hope that you’re allowed.” His irises roll, the corner of his mouth pulling into a crooked grin, but his fingers keep moving, feather light, almost teasing.

“You don’t even realize that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Tell me what to do next, please baby- tell me what you need.”

I think out of all of them, Hyunwoo would be the most collected, manages to keep a level head despite how raptured he is with you. I think he’d also be the most nonchalant, yet confident in bringing up lingerie, the type to be comfortable to talk with about it while not having to worry about him dropping dizzy to the floor once the pieces are actually laid out in front of him. Wants you to know that whatever you’re comfortable with, what you feel good in, is more than enough for him.

“You’re already making me hard.” His head curls into his shoulder, watching as you wrestle off your clothes that were purposely thrown on top, knees dug securely into the mattress beside to keep you steady in your hurried attempt. “I haven’t even taken this off yet.” His hand moves to rest over the top of your thigh, thumb rubbing warm circles into your skin, sighing, “I know, but it’s the fact that I know what’s under. You can’t blame me, you’re just so attractive in general.” He’s offering to help undress you, but only because you’re taking so long by yourself, and his hips are starting to subconsciously roll at the thought of what’s yet to come. Plants wet kisses anywhere he can possibly reach once he’s got you laid out, secretly just wanting a closer look, to get a feel, because tonight will certainly be on replay in his head for months on end. The following weeks he’s trying to subtly get you into lingerie as often as he can, becomes a real sucker for taking you shopping for new sets.

[starskq]

I LOVE YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ minjae x reader

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff

Warnings ◊ none (tell me if you see one!)

Word count ◊ 679 :')

Summary ◊ you and your boyfriend minjae were just hanging out and he blurts out the l word.

You and Minjae had been dating for a couple of months, and your relationship was nothing but perfect. You were a match made in heaven, full of playful banter and mutual respect. Minjae had a cocky and arrogant personality, but you loved keeping him in check. It was part of your dynamic, and you both enjoyed it.

One sunny afternoon, you and Minjae were hanging out in your apartment. The space was cozy and filled with memories you had created together. Minjae was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you were preparing some snacks in the kitchen.

"Hey, handsome," you called out from the kitchen, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Do you want some chips?’’

Minjae smirked, not looking up from his phone. "I'll take whatever you have to offer, babe.’’

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. You loved his arrogance because that charming grin of his always followed it. You brought the snacks over and plopped beside him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Here you go," you said, offering him a bowl of chips.

Minjae took the bowl, glancing at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. "What would I do without you, beautiful?’’

You laughed, giving him a gentle nudge. "Probably starve or end up in some food-related disaster.’’

You settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. After a few minutes, Minjae shifted his position to face you, his expression softening.

"Hey, I was thinking," he started, his tone unusually serious.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, this should be good. What profound thought has graced your mind today?’’

Minjae chuckled, shaking his head. "No, really. I just wanted to say that I appreciate you. You're always looking out for me, even when I'm being a pain.’’

Your heart fluttered at his words. You loved these rare moments when he dropped his cocky facade and let his genuine feelings show. "Well, someone has to keep you in line, right?’’

"Yeah," he said, chuckling. He seemed nervous, a rare sight you weren’t used to see in your boyfriend. He was fidgeting with his fingers and avoided looking at you. "And that's why I love you.’’

The words slipped out so casually that Minjae didn't even seem to notice the weight of what he'd just said. But you did. Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you just—" you started, your voice a mix of shock and amusement.

Minjae froze, realizing what he had just said. His usual confidence faltered, and a blush crept up his cheeks. "Uh, I mean... yeah, I guess I did.’’

You couldn't help but tease him a little. "Well, well, well. Kim Minjae finally admits he has a heart. Who would've thought?’’

Minjae rubbed the back of his neck, looking adorably shy. "Okay, okay. You got me. I love you, alright? There, I said it.’’

Your expression softened, and you leaned in closer. "I love you too, Minjae.’’

Relief washed over his face, and his cocky grin returned. You knew it was a facade when you saw him scoff, but his cheeks still a deep shade of red. "Of course you do. Who wouldn't love me?’’

You laughed, smacking his arm playfully. "Don't push your luck, handsome.’’

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, and your bond was even stronger than before. The casual confession of love had brought you closer, and your playful banter continued, now laced with an even deeper affection.

As the evening drew to a close, you found yourselves cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie. Minjae had his arm around you, and you rested her head on his chest, feeling content and loved.

"Hey, babe," Minjae whispered, his voice soft and tender.

"Hmm?" You replied, looking up at him.

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "I really do love you, you know.’’

Your heart swelled with happiness, and she snuggled closer. "I know, love. I love you too.’’

And at that moment, everything felt perfect.

[peachesyeo]

obsession ── minjae, yechan broken doll

💌 parings: childhoodfriend!yechan x fem!reader x childhoodfriend!minjae 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: suggestive, non-con elements, implies but no smut, manipulation, mention of violence, a little bit of stockholm, your writer needs help. 💌 word count: 0.8k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

you were laying on the couch, with yechan clinging onto you as the both of you watched the cartoon movie that he was so excited about. he insisted that you lay your head on his thigh, and he would stroke your hair, occasionally letting out gasps and groans at the cartoon movie. you stared at the screen, the lights emitting from it reflecting off your orbs.

you were dressed in one of minjae's oversized hoodies. the hem falls right down to your mid thighs. but the exposure doesn't matter to you, anyway.

"yechannie, dinner is ready!" you hear minjae shout from the kitchen, and yechan straightened his back up. you slowly got up, looking at yechan expectedly.

"hyung, i think baby deserves dinner today, she's been a good girl." yechan spoke, while minjae came out of the kitchen, his gaze immediately landing on your face.

no matter how badly cut, swollen or bruised your face is, minjae would still find you to be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

right now, you were staring at him with big, pleading eyes. your neck was littered with marks and hickeys, and both your wrists and ankles were held on together with bandages.

"were you a good girl today?" you nodded your head urgently. your eyes kept travelling over to the dinner table, and your stomach could not help but let out a loud rumble.

you have been starving for three days, since your last failed attempt to escape from this house. minjae was furious when he caught you, and yechan literally shattered the bones in your ankles, before minjae locked you into the basement once more. it was only today when yechan carried you out of the basement, dressed you and bathed you.

there was a clinking sound, and you feel yechan tugging the metallic restraint on your ankles. you pushed yourself upright using your chin, and extended your hands to yechan.

his eyes darkened. yes, just like this. rely on us.

he made a step towards you, but someone else beat him to it. minjae's hands snaked around your waist, pulling you up easily into his arms. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck for support, and yechan followed behind you, holding the chains like a leash.

minjae sat you on the chair, while yechan attached the chain to a little pole. your eyes landed on the food on the table, and your lips quivered in anticipation. minjae disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a bowl. he set the bowl in front of you, and your face fell.

a small bowl of porridge. you look back at minjae, who was shredding bits of boiled chicken for you. yechan had already started to help himself to the fried chicken wing, and you slumped into your chair, disappointed.

"you can't eat too much, baby. one step at a time." minjae got a spoonful of porridge and lifted the spoon towards you. you leaned forwards, swallowing the porridge. you were expecting it to be bland, but it was actually quite flavourful.

minjae and yechan both saw your eyes light up, and the younger pouted. "hyung always cooks the best for you."

"just like the old times, right?" minjae's voice was light. you paused slightly on his words, memories of the past clouding your eyes.

minjae, yechan and you were childhood best friends. the three of you grew up together, and were practically inseparable. that is, until the day yechan confessed to you.

you were surprised. you thanked him for liking you, and you told him that you only saw him as a younger brother.

and his reaction... was not what you expected.

his smile was gone, replaced with a snarl. he grabbed you by the shoulders, questioning you repeatedly. he asked whether you liked minjae instead, to which you denied. you told him that you too see minjae as an older brother, and yechan stomped off.

the both of you didn't talk for days. minjae noticed the tension, but he said nothing. the three of you carried on as per usual, the only difference being both you and yechan being a little bit more distant than before.

until the day of yechan's 21st birthday.

he contacted you first, breaking the ice between both of you. he told you that he was sorry, and that he invited both you and minjae to his house to celebrate.

and then, everything went downhill from there. yechan spiked your drink. you were dragged into his room by the hair. you screamed for minjae to save you, but to your despair, the childhood friend you had was gone.

replaced by a man with lust, obsession and indifference.

you'll never get out of here.

yechan stared at minjae, who was feeding the porridge to you gently. his eyes trailed up and down your body, and the corners of his lip raised.

you're our perfect, broken doll.

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[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #17

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k+

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"He just texted me 'screw y'all for going on a camping trip without me'." Jungkook chuckles at Jin's message while he reads it out loud.

"That's what he gets for being on a honeymoon in Greece." Jimin sassily remarks, knowing he's just joking and is extremely happy for Jin's happiness and fresh marriage.

The rest of the boys join, joking about it for a few minutes before you finally sit down and talk about today's plans. Hoseok is the one who seems to take a somewhat leader position as he starts to talk.

"Okay, as I mentioned before, there are four tents. One of them is bigger so three people can easily fit there." he explains, looking at each of you before Jimin speaks up.

"Me and Taehyungie can share a tent." he says, causing Taehyung to nod in agreement as they bump their fists like it wasn't expected. Those two are like twins.

"Okay, who's next?" Hoseok asks, looking around again.

"Me, Seulgi and Minjae can share the bigger tent." Kiko speaks up, smiling at her friends who nod and agree immediately.

It still feels weird to have her here, even though it might be a good thing. For all you know, Jungkook is still trying to win her back and this might help. No matter how many times you tell yourself she doesn't deserve him, you want what's best for him. And if his undying love for her isn't going anywhere, who are you to tell him otherwise. Jungkook is stubborn and you've never seen him being in love with someone so much before. Yes, he stopped talking about her like he used to, but him stealing glances her way whenever he thinks nobody is watching, just tells you otherwise. He still wants and loves her.

"Okay, Jungkook and Y/N are staying together. That's obvious, so me and Joon are gonna share a tent," Hoseok says to everyone, before he turns to Namjoon. "Please just don't snore that much." he whines, causing everyone to chuckle while Namjoon seems to fake offense.

"It's not like I can control it!" he exclaims, but still assures Hoseok he's better with snoring these days and even offers that he can sleep in his car if he's going to be snorting.

You kind of feel bad for him, but Hoseok assures him he was just joking and from what you've seen so far, Hoseok likes to joke around a lot but he really cares about his friends. Now that you think about it, him being so protective about Kiko just proves how much he loves his friends. You did the same thing with Jungkook. Still do. You're protective over him to the point you snapped at Kiko at Jin's wedding. You've never snapped at someone you barely know. Well, you know her but in a way, she's a complete stranger to you. She's just his ex that used to spend her time with him all the time, those two were inseparable. Just like you were with Jungkook, until he started to date her and they preferred to be alone rather than hang out with anyone else. The only difference between you is that you're Jungkook's best friend. Not a woman he fell in love with.

The more time you spend with everyone, you find yourself relax. Having Jimin and Taehyung here definitely helps, as those two fool around all the time. When Jungkook and Namjoon have successfully brought wood for the fireplace, two tents are already built thanks to Jimin and Taehyung because it seems like all the girls are pretty bad at it, including you.

"Weren't you saying you used to go camping with your uncle?" Jungkook jokes as he builds the tent like a pro. The grin that's plastered on his lips tells you that he's teasing you again and you take that time to slap his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

When all the tents are successfully built, thanks to none other than Jeon Jungkook himself, you finally eat some ramen that's the easiest to make. You gasp at the sight of the grill and all the other culinary equipment Hoseok brought, which makes everything easier. You can easily cook whatever you guys want. With stomachs full, you decide to go swimming in the lake since the heat starts to be unbearable.

Rummaging through your travel bags, you let out a set of curses while you feel Jungkook's body behind you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, setting his hands on your hips as he tries to look over your shoulder at what you're cursing about.

"I forgot my swimsuit, I thought I packed it. Fuck," you whine, tossing one of the crumpled shirts you manage to wrinkle in the process of your searching back in the bag.

"You packed your stuff into two huge bags and you still forgot your swimsuit?" he asks in bewilderment causing you to glare at him.

He's not helping. At all.

"Just put on whatever," he shrugs, and you glare at him again causing him to roll his eyes. "I don't think it matters. You brought some extra underwear, right?" he asks, causing you to nod.

"Yeah, I'll just leave on the one I'm wearing." you mutter, still disappointed that you managed to forget such an important item. Okay, maybe it's not that important but everyone's wearing a swimsuit and then you're going to be in your underwear.

"Well, I meant—"

"Okay, Jeon. Thanks!" you give him a thumbs up and get into his car to take off your clothes. Thank God for the tinted windows.

You hear him sigh at you, causing you to grin while you take off your clothes.

On the other side, there's Jungkook already wearing his black swimming shorts when Taehyung appears wearing similar ones, in yellow. "Where's Y/N?" he asks him, causing Jungkook to nod his head at his parked car.

"She's changing," he explains.

"Cool, meet us there." Taehyung tells him, already running to Jimin who's been calling him while everyone makes their way to the lake.

Jimin and Taehyung jump into the water, before Minjae and Seulgi do the same thing, squealing their hearts out at the temperature of the water. Jungkook leans against his car, arms plopped on the top of his car while he drums his fingers against the sleek black roof, waiting for you. It doesn't take you that long, door from the back opening as you step out of the car. Jungkook straightens his eyes widening at the sight of you.

"Are you kidding?" he asks straight away, eyeing your whole body as you look at yourself with a frown.

"This is the most decent underwear I packed." you reason, wondering if it's really that much.

It's not even lacy or too revealing. Okay, the bra could've been sport one and show less cleavage, but it looks like a bikini.

"You're not showing yourself in front of the guys like this." he tells you, mirroring your frown as he shakes his head.

"I'm not asking you," you tell him, earning a tough glare from him. "What the fuck am I suppose to wear?"

"Just put on my shirt over it." he suggests, already opening the truck before he pulls out a fresh white shirt. You know it's one of his own, considering the size and the fact you've seen him wearing it before.

He outstretches his arm to you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and you take the shirt but not before you whine.

"It's so hot! I'm gonna melt with this on!" you exclaim, grasping the soft material of his shirt in your hand.

He pats the top of your head, smiling down at you that makes you mentally curse at him. "No, you'll be fine."

Rolling your eyes at him, you put the shirt on knowing you might've felt uncomfortable in front of the guys if you just wore your underwear. Jungkook's got a point but you're not going to admit it in front of him, not when he's already grinning at you in triumph.

There's already a lot of squeals and splashing water when you get to the rest of the guys. Your eyes widen at the sight of so much skin, especially when you've never seen Hoseok and Namjoon topless.

"That's not fair. They get to be topless and I've to wear a shirt." you grumble at him silently, shifting your eyes off them before they can notice your prying eyes.

Jungkook's lack of response causes you to turn around, seeing him taking off his shirt as he tosses it on the floor. He's got the same grin plastered on his lips, his nose scrunching as he sees your scandalous expression.

"Really? You too?" you exclaim, eyes dropping down at the sight of his exposed abs and toned chest. Fuck, is he trying to kill you?

He walks up to you, picking you up with so much ease causing you to squeal in shock as you hold onto him tightly. "Life's not fair, Y/N." he comments jokingly, causing you to roll your eyes.

Legs wrapped around his frame and arms around his neck, you let him carry you. You don't think about it too much, that's until he's very careful while stepping into the water. And that's when you start to curse at him, trying to avoid contact with cold water.

"Jungkook, I swear to god! Don't drop me, don't you dare!" you start to scream at him, laughing when the cold water touches toes.

You hear the rest of the guys laughing at you, urging Jungkook to drop you which causes you to yell 'fuck all of you' before Jungkook gets even deeper. His low chuckle rustles in his chest, but he still holds you tightly. He's not dropping you, he even holds you tighter before all of your body is under the water, except your head. Surprisingly, the water isn't as cold as you expected it to be and you allow yourself to relax in his hold.

"Why would you do that?" you ask him quietly, admiring silently his face.

He's beautiful, the reflection of water sparkles his face that's so close to you. You can feel his warm breath on your face as he chuckles. "I knew you'd take a good hour to get into the water. So I helped." he smirks, causing you to snort.

"Oh, you helped? Is that it?" you laugh, splashing some water into his face. He gasps dramatically at that, causing you to laugh again. "You're such a good person, aren't you?" you tease him, splashing him once again.

He tries to dodge your attack by turning his head, but it still splashes the side of his face and he turns to you with a devilish smirk. "Y'know what? Suddenly, I don't feel like being a good person anymore." he says before he lets go of you, causing you to cling to him for your dear life.

He's laughing, putting his arms above his head so you can't reach him. You hold onto him, cursing at him. "Fuck you, Jeon. This is not funny."

You can swim, but you're more confident in your swimming when you can actually reach the bottom. Considering Jungkook barely reaches it, it means you wouldn't and you don't want to risk that.

"Maybe later, baby." he smirks, hands on your hips again before he walks closer to the shoal.

Heart beating at his words, you choose not to think too much about it. You can't let yourself get horny because of simple words. There are people around you, watching you.

You finally let him let go of you, legs meeting the bottom of the lake, but not before you splash him straight into the face. You hear Jimin's laughter at that, but it soon dies down when Jungkook jumps at you, diving both of your bodies underneath the water. You fool around for a few minutes, completely in your own worlds before you get out of the water to put some sunscreen on.

Your eyes find Kiko sitting on the towel with crossed legs as she stares at you. Surprisingly, she smiles at you and hands you her sunscreen which you take with a soft 'thanks'. The thought of her watching the both of you makes you somehow uncomfortable.

Was Jungkook fooling around because he knew she was watching? It certainly felt natural and just something both of you do. It's not the first time Jungkook has done that, fooling around with you or getting you into the water with you protesting and cursing him out. This trip is supposed to be fun. He didn't know she was coming as well but he's still trying to win her back. You both have to pretend to be dating here, but the question is...

Has he already started to pretend?

[bro-atz]

the first blow

in which: jinsik has much to learn (wink wonk)

pair: idol!jinsik/gn!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: smut, oral sex, imma be real this is just one bj yes 3k words for one bj i'm insane let's move on, whimpering moaning groaning whining crying jinsik makes all the noises you can possibly imagine, completely consensual!

author's note: happy bday to the jinsik to my seeun @eyeryis we discussed this concept in great length so i hope this is what you were envisioning <3 also the title is so cringe but pls give me a break i just got nothin left in the tank

tag list: @eyeryis apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two

Jinsik was always a mess when it came to you. The first time the two of you ever met, he blurted out that he fell for you hard— love at first sight. But, you liked that he was flustered like that. You thought it was cute— you thought he was cute. Super cute. So, you took his confession, and the two of you started (secretly) dating. Well, the other members found out within two months because Jinsik wasn’t the best at keeping you a secret, but the fans didn’t know, nor did they need to.

You would usually hang out at their dorm whenever you knew most of them had schedules and Jinsik did not. Whoever also didn’t have a schedule would still leave and give you and Jinsik time to be alone peacefully. Very thoughtful of them, but they didn’t really need to worry about anything because you and Jinsik were vanilla— extremely vanilla. He didn’t even start kissing you passionately until six months into your relationship. You were taking things very slow, but you went at his pace because he was the one with the demanding career. You? Not so much.

One night, Jinsik told Minjae he wanted to watch a movie with you at the dorm, so Minjae took the rest of the members out to watch a movie but in a theater, leaving the entire dorm just for you and Jinsik. Minjae thought it was going to be a little more than just the movie, but you and Jinsik were simply going to watch a movie and that’s it. Or so you thought.

“A Gentleman’s Dignity? I thought we were watching a movie,” you questioned your boyfriend. “Also, don’t you think we’re a little too young to watch this?”

“What’s wrong with it? It’s not rated R or anything,” Jinsik frowned, his cute pout making your heart swell with love.

“No, I know, but… The actors are all in their 40s. Shouldn’t we watch something like True Beauty or Boys Over Flowers?”

“I mean… I guess we can…”

If your boyfriend had dog ears, they’d definitely be drooping by that point. You cupped his cheeks and left a light peck on his lips before saying, “I was just wondering, baby. You wanna watch A Gentleman’s Dignity? We can.”

“Are you sure? Will you enjoy it?”

“Of course I will. I always like and trust whatever you choose. You chose me, after all.”

Just like that, his mood lifted. He eagerly turned the K-drama on, the two of you sitting on the couch with a throw blanket barely covering the two of you. As the drama started, Jinsik immediately put his arm over your shoulder, and you snuggled into his comfy arms.

You could barely focus on the drama, though. Why? Jinsik, with the hand that wasn’t over your shoulder, slipped his hand to your thigh and rubbed it slowly. You didn’t know if he was consciously doing it or not, but regardless, it stirred something within you. Then, he kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, surprise reflecting in your eyes. He met your gaze and smiled softly at you, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. His hand moved from your thigh to your face, and cupping your cheek lightly, he left a soft kiss on your lips. You left a small kiss on his lips in response, and the two of you kept exchanging kisses that slowly intensified into a full string of passionate kisses.

His hand dropped from your face to your waist and pulled you in, the hand that was over your shoulder moving to your hair and burying his fingers there. You body slightly jolted when his warm fingertips slipped under your shirt to run along the curve of your bare waist. You couldn’t believe it; what on Earth was happening? What happened to your shy boy who didn’t go past soft gentle kisses? (Not that you were complaining but) why was he kissing you so hard that you felt your lower lip start to feel tender?

Here’s the thing: Jinsik held off for the longest time. He always got super turned on whenever you did the slightest thing sensual. For instance, you were in the dorm with him and a couple other members of xikers, and he had to nurse his erection when you merely ran your fingers through his hair and lightly massaged his scalp. And the reason why he held off was because he had yet to have his first time, and he didn’t want you to know that. He wanted to be confident and all-knowing in front of you, and having zero experience definitely did not make him feel confident nor all-knowing.

You were excited. You were so happy that he made the move because you had been waiting and wondering for so long that you forget sex was even a thing in romantic relationships. You placed your hand on his crotch and fondled it, massaged it over his pants, his dick getting bigger and firmer and pressing desperately against his pants.

Jinsik, meanwhile, was losing his mind. Between the kissing and the touching, he was slowly slipping away from sanity and his control over his body. He hiccuped slightly, but he didn’t even hear himself because his brain was screaming.

Oh my fuck. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.

You were loving his reactions to you because it made you think he was just as pent up as you. Technically, he was, but it was more than that because he had never done this before.

The two of you leaned away from each other, and you noticed Jinsik’s face was fifty shades of flustered. He was panting lightly, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over from the pleasure of just you touching him over his clothes. He trembled and sharply inhaled when he felt you cradle his steadily hardening dick in your hand.

“Jinsik, baby?”

“Hngh— Y-yes, Y/N?”

“I wanna make you feel good.”

Jinsik, eyes trembling, asked in a whisper, “How?”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, Jinsik happily meeting you halfway. While you made out with him like the rowdy youngsters you were, you worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, your fingers tugging lightly at the thick waistband of his briefs.

Jinsik was practically vibrating at that point. His mind was melting. He cupped your face as an attempt to keep his shit together, to maintain his confidence, while his other hand gripped the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles were turning white. A little moan left his lips while he kissed you when he felt you stroke his dick lightly, your gentle hands driving him oh so fucking insane to the point where he was trying think about literally anything else to prevent himself from cumming so fast.

By the time you stopped kissing and moved down on him, he was completely shivering and his eyes were blurry with tears and lust. You kneeled before him in between his spread legs— you were going to suck him off (he didn’t need years of experience for him to figure that out).

Then, it suddenly hit him. He had to tell you about his inexperience. He didn’t want to lie to you about this because what if he did something stupid, and then you think he’s an idiot? If you knew that he didn’t know shit about sex, then any mistake he made would be excused. But, if he’s supposed to be a seasoned, real man (aka not a virgin), he’s supposed to know better.

His braincells were bouncing around in his head while you, on the other hand, were just completely enamored with his dick. It was so pretty— it was perfectly straight, just the right girth, just the right length— your boyfriend had the model penis, and you were seriously thirsting for it. You held his dick somewhat firmly and were about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you by slipping his hand under your jaw.

“Y/N, wait, I…” Jinsik pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut when he saw you looking up at him with big, beautiful eyes because that view also excited him too much. After taking a little breath, he met your gaze again and said in the smallest voice, “I gotta tell you something.”

“Yeah…?” you eyed him, suddenly worrying about whether or not he had an STD.

“I’ve never done this before…”

“What do you mean?”

“This… This is, um, my first time…” Jinsik’s voice faded as he said the last two words, but you heard him.

“Your first time for…?”

“All of it. Everything.”

When you did nothing but stare at him with wide eyes, Jinsik immediately regretted telling you the truth. Fuck, he messed up and now he was going to die of embarrassment. But, you were shocked at the revelation because it explained so much of his behavior previously in your relationship. You hummed lightly as you thought about what to say to him to calm the poor boy down.

“So,” you started softly while stroking his dick lightly. “Does that mean I’m your first?”

Jinsik blinked a couple times, confused on where the conversation was going. “Yes,” he answered after a heartbeat or two.

You couldn’t help but smile upon receiving the information. You left a kiss on the length— making the boy tremble— and observed it while still dry rubbing. Keeping your eyes down, you whispered, “…That kinda turns me on.”

Completely missing what you said because you were so quiet and the blood rushing through his body was too loud, Jinsik leaned in slightly, only to snap right back into his original position when drew circles on his tip lightly with your fingernails. Before he could let out some raunchy noise, he bit his lower lip— and of course, he had to bite his lip in the way that makes him look sexy because he had to save at least some face.

“We all have to start somewhere, and I’m grateful to be the one that shows you, Jinsik… But, I don’t want to push you into anything. So, if at any point you’re uncomfortable or scared and want to stop, just use the safe word: “Tricky”.”

“Why Tricky…?”

“Because I’ll think about Tricky, and I don’t wanna be thinking about Tricky while being intimate with you,” you couldn’t help but laugh, making Jinsik smile in the process.

“Oh… Okay.”

“Shall we get started?”

Lips quivering, Jinsik returned a small nod, and you started. You took just the tip of his dick into your mouth first, making a satisfying popping sound as you released. You lapped him up like a lollipop, Jinsik gasping sharply at the sensation. He didn’t know what to do with his hands at that point (his brain was so far gone that he didn’t know how to do anything), so he was holding onto the edge of the sofa cushions, the cushion completely flattened under his grasp.

When you stopped teasing him and started sucking for real, a good majority of his cock in your mouth, Jinsik let out a tiny, high squeak, making him immediately cover his mouth. His face was beet red. He hated that he was making all of these mortifying noises for you instead of something deeper like a long sigh, or a groan. He was trying to do that, but no, his body wanted to betray him instead.

You were absolutely obsessed with the noises he was making. Every whimper, whine, tiny moan, squeak, hiccup— whatever he did, you loved it for two reasons: one, you knew for a fact that he was enjoying it; two, it was so much better than some jock moaning lowly and growling about your mouth was made for him or some other shit like that. Jinsik was different; he was refreshing.

Every time you moved your head further towards his waist, you moaned and sighed— fuck, you were enjoying this too because, somehow, his cock tasted just as sweet as he was. Adding your hand to the mix, you blew Jinsik while also rubbing your hand in the same direction, occasionally pressing your fingers into his cock, squeezing it the tiniest bit.

“Mmm… Ah! Hmm-ngh,” Jinsik started vocalizing his pleasure, the noises leaving his mouth getting raunchier by the second, his voice still climbing higher in pitch.

And still, he was trying so hard to contain these noises of his. He bit his lower lip (and would release to take a desperate gasp for air every now and then), and squeezed his eyes shut, trying so so hard to hold off on cumming. But, having his eyes closed just enhanced the warmth of your mouth and the sensation of your hand, lips, and tongue pleasuring him greatly.

Keeping a slower, steady pace, you eyes flitted upwards to look at his reaction. God, the man was ethereal. He looked so fucking beautiful with his face flushed, lips red and sore, eyes closed and making his eyelashes look even more full and long. You could tell he was struggling to keep it together. His hands were all over the place, one hand eternally clutching the sofa cushion while running his fingers through his hair with the other one. You thought he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

Jinsik knew exactly what to do with his hands now. He knows how blowjobs work— he’d just never had one before. Honestly, he really wanted to run his fingers through your hair and hold your head while pushing you into him more, but he was too nervous. He didn’t want to do it wrong and hurt you.

“Mmm… Ahh… Oh, hmm, angh!” Jinsik whimpered out, the pleasure starting to overstimulate him.

You felt his cock quiver in his mouth— he was so close, but he was holding back, and he was holding back as much as he could; he didn’t want to cum so fast because that’s so mortifying. But, you were making it harder and harder to keep his shit together.

Jinsik moaned loudly when you went faster and closer to the base of his cock. Tears filled his eyes— you were sucking him, blowing him so fucking well that he could not hold back any longer.

No! Don’t do it! Don’t fucking cum yet! Resist! You haven’t even— Tricky! Think about Tricky!

There was no way in hell Jinsik was going to use the safe word, but thinking about Tricky did the trick (terrible pun…), and he was able to hold out for longer. That being said, he was still losing it, tilting his head up to the sky and trying to keep the tears in his eyes.

God, you loved seeing this side of Jinsik, and you wanted more. You wanted to see how he’d react to everything that someone could do during a blowjob— everything. So, you slurped. You fucking slurped him up to keep the saliva from dripping and to also provoke another long, sensual moan.

“Y-Y/N! Hnngh— Oh my— Ah! Oh my God, mmm aah! B-baby!” Jinsik managed to say in between moans and pants, sending a rush of excitement through your body.

You responded with a hum, sending him further into the stars.

“F-feels sooh good— haah!”

You looked up to see that Jinsik was still looking at the ceiling, still blinking tears out of his eyes, missing out on a gorgeous view of you blowing him into oblivion. You understood, but you also wanted his eyes on you. Releasing him with yet another satisfying ‘pop!’, you licked stripes along his red, throbbing, quivering penis. You reached for one of his hands and guided that one to the back of your head, your other hand lacing his fingers with yours.

Now that he was holding onto you, he brought his gaze down and looked at you right as you took him back into your mouth. God, you were so fucking hot kneeling before him while you pleasure the shit out of him— his mind was blown.

“Y/N, you… You’re so… This is fucking amazing.”

Blood immediately rushed to your head. Jinsik never swore— he never ever swore, so hearing the profanity leave his lips was actually insane. So, you took him in completely. Entirely. All the way until you gagged. You felt him clutch the roots of your hair, squeeze your fingers tight, and pant hard, moan hard; he was so close yet again.

“Baby, please it,” Jinsik’s loud gasp broke his sentence. “I can’t take it!”

His breathing hitched more frequently, and with every breath came a slight sob. You were a little worried, but when you looked up, he was definitely enjoying it.

“I-It’s too much!” He cried. “I can’t!

Ignoring his cries, you kept going. You wanted to make him cum. You wanted to make him cum so hard to make the long blow job so worth it.

He wanted to hold out just a little longer. Thankfully, you slowed down, trying to regain your breath and energy. His cries subdued to quiet moans— fuck, even his moans sound beautiful, like a fucking song— and was relieved that he could still hold on… Only for about two seconds though.

You blew Jinsik like there was no tomorrow. You sucked, slurped, gagged, moaned, exhaled loudly the faster and deeper you went. Jinsik went back to moaning loudly. He moaned your name over and over again, some profanities sprinkled in between, turning you the fuck on.

“Y-Y/N, baby, my l-love?” Jinsik whimpered out; he was about to burst. “Please, I’m— Ooh! Mmm, I’m— Fuck!— I wanna—”

Jinsik sharply inhaled. He pulled your hair gently (because he didn’t want to hurt you), desperately trying to move you before he came in your mouth. You, instead, moved your head all the way down, shoving his cock deep in you one last time, gagging on his length, hollowing your mouth, and slurping literally everything before surfacing for air. You were gasping and panting as several trails of saliva connected the head of his dick to your lips and tongue, the sight making his body flush with warmth.

You rubbed his cock quickly and said, “Don’t hold back anymore, baby. Cum for me.”

And that he does. Trails of white shot upwards then landed on his waist and thighs as he flung his head back and groaned so loudly that it echoed in the entire dorm. God, and he’s mortified because he just kept cumming like it built up in him because he held off for so long. Tears in his eyes, he look down to see the mess he made, his face so red that you thought it was going to burst into flames.

“Did you like that, baby?” you asked him while licking your fingers (some of his cum ended up on your hand).

“God…” he sighed out, his breathing back to normal. “That was amazing. You’re fucking amazing. Oh, wow…”

He leaned his head all the way back into the sofa, a giddy smile on his face. His first blowjob: fucking amazing.

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