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binniesthighs · 3 years ago

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kinktober - 01

pairing: self insert, afab reader x han jisung (skz)

genre: smut! 18+

word count: 3.8k

a/n: brain go bonk, also...why is it that hanji was the first to come to mind for this prompt? don’t even ask 😩

[warnings under the cut!]

warnings: tentacles (along with this, i should say probably low-key “monster” porn i guess?), so much penetration, blowjob, gagging, throat fucking, deepthroating, squirting etc etc ;)

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For the rare and fantastical, look no further at Mrs. W’s Menagerie”

The ad was as dubious as the alley in which you can found it: a damp and dark place which was occupied by no more than rats and roaches. It was an odd place for such a thing: a place where few would see it, save for those who might’ve needed to.

The “rare and fantastical” did sound intriguing.

It was no secret that it was dangerous to seek out the place which no one else had had known of. Yet, you still found yourself drawn to the place which you had partially believed to have not been real. You stood looking up at it now: the brick building with the moss growing on the red rocks, the glow of the windows and the trickle of rain which lazily fell down the gutter.

A type of music floated from one of those windows, slow and sultry with a tune that you could not name. You felt a shiver send itself down your spine even though the night wasn’t terribly cold, an the humidity of the tight space could still cling to your arms.

Even you didn’t know the reason why you had arrived her, or why you stood at the doorstep. With each passing moment and each stray laugh that you could hear on the wind coming from the place, the more apprehensive you became. Who would enter a place like this? Did they look like you? Were they more sinister? What even was a place like this?

“This is ridiculous,” You muttered the word into your bottom lip. “I-I can’t believe that I’m doing this--”

The opposite end of the alley didn’t appear to be too far if you had turned to leave this place, you could even pretend as if you had never sought it out in the first place...

The door creaked open fully, not giving you one more moment to even consider turning away.

“Ridiculous? Should I take this as a compliment or as an insult?”

You were met with an immense woman, taller than you or any woman that you had ever met with a beauty that you could not put to words, nor similar to any you had seen before. She had cat-like green eyes and wore around her neck a fur which might’ve belonged to the same creature. All over her she wore different shades of purple as well in the form of silks and velvet that hugged the curves of her hips and shoulders in a way that would make anyone timid.

“Oh!” You gasped, startled, and not able to meet her eyes, “I-I only meant--actually...I’m sorry, I think that I’m in the wrong place...”

You turned to your left, still seeing the path to escape just a few paces away. You were met with the thin of her arm, stuck right in front of your face as an unmovable barrier. At her wrist, you could smell her fragrance: a type of herb which you could not place, but it was addicting just after one whiff.

“No,” she returned plainly, then took from her opposite hand the cigarette which burned with an orange glow. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

Behind her, you couldn’t make out the interior of the building. A thick pink haze filled the whole place, making it impossible for you to make out anything. The woman took notice, letting out a small chuckle in response.

“You’re curious, aren’t you?”

“M-me?”

The woman took another drag, blowing the smoke in your face with a beautiful herbal scent--not tobacco like you had expected. She leaned against the door frame, just for a moment, as if she was inspecting your merit, your looks, or something else that you could not determine. This woman didn’t give up much, and although she was towering in height, her threatening aura was still alluring.

“Come inside, we’ve been expecting you, me and my friends. I think that you’ll find us to be very hospitable, and able to provide anything you’ll want.” \

The word rolled over the space between you after she had said it. Want.

But what was it that you had wanted?

“You know what it is that I want?”

The woman beckoned you in, taking you in to the hazy hallway. Piece by piece you could start to make out the place: it was similar to every other hotel which had existed in he city for years upon years, and probably should have been closed down a long time ago. The light fixtures flickered, the red colored rugs were matted and each door was marked with a golden number and a matching golden doorknob. You tried to count them as you walked on, but the order made no sense, and some of the numbers were even combined with letters.

The lady of the hotel walked on with her hips swaying, almost in tune with the music which grew to be louder and even more tantalizing. It was like a spell that could tickle your ears and loosen your inhibitions had you been a little looser and not as nervous. The walls were thin--which was no surprise considering it had been a very old place. The crackle of laughter, of bliss, of euphoria filled the space too, loud and unapologetic enough to make your cheeks heat.

“Everyone always tends to want this place to be the same,” The woman sighed, although she was not forlorn, but rather content.

You followed her down other hallways all identical, past the sounds of glass breaking, the shrieking of giddy laughter, moans and groans mixed with animalistic calls which send chills down your spine.

“Don’t mind them,” The woman said as if it had been normal, “They get carried away sometimes.”

An odd mixture of fear and curious did bubble in your chest, the kind that only grew the longer you followed the woman--Mrs. W--you presumed, and the darker the halls became in front of you and behind you. The building appeared to go on forever, constantly twisting and turning into an abyss that all blended into one.

“As I said,” Mrs. W said after a pause, “Me and my friends are gladly willing to provide for anything you might need; actually, this friend in particular has more than enough to provide. Ji is thrilled to meet you.”

“Ji? Is that their name? I-I’m here to meet them?”

Mrs. W said nothing more but turned her last corner, coming upon a call of doors exactly like all of the rest: golden numbers, golden doorknobs. This one bore the number: 01. At the bottom crack of the door emanated a teal-blue light, and the air around the place was different; smelling of salt and hot sand.

“’Hope you don’t mind getting a bit wet. Ji thrives the best in the water.” The woman said with a snide smirk, then opened the door for you as politely as she could.

The hotel room appeared as normal as any other would for the most part: it held a bed, a lounge chair, a desk and a couple standing lamps, however half of the room had been converted into a large pool, a deep looking one, that didn’t make any sense for this kind of building this deep into the city. It was tiled in white, and full of waving water which reflected its glimmer back onto the ceiling in iridescent curves.

The young man inside the pool was not unlike the woman in his startling beauty: his own eyes were of a shocking yellow shade. He was adorned in jewelry of all kinds: shining crystal, pearls and shells on his ears, neck and arms. On his shoulders and arms were delicate tattoos of pale colors which you could barely make out. He smiled upon your entrance, wading through the water with a charming grin all too dangerous for a man as handsome and unknown as he was. His bare skin nearly sparkled from the droplets of water upon him.

“Pleasure to meet you,” He said with a pleasant timbre to his voice, “You can come in if you’d like.”

His own voice was like some kind of beautiful melody. Although your chest felt tight and unsure, the stranger oddly could put you at ease even through your apprehension. The rippling of the water was peaceful, and you almost didn’t notice how it had distorted him from the waist below, although you paid no mind.

Sheepishly you stepped into the room after seeing the two exchange knowing glances over your shoulder. Mrs. W closed the door gently, leaving you alone with her mysterious “friend” who propped his chin in his palm by the side of the pool.

“You’re welcome to join me here,” He said peacefully, “Or if you’d prefer to sit on the edge first?”

The floor was completely dry once you had removed your shoes to tip-toe over to the ledge where he lounged, gazing upon you with his yellow, piercing eyes. You didn’t sit too near him, but maintained a distance, which he respected. You rolled your pants to put your feet in, finding the water to be of the perfect temperature. All around you, the smell of sand and salt swelled.

“Jisung. I’m Jisung.” He announced, providing you a hand to shake which hadn’t pruned at all. “Thrilled to meet you, by the way. I love meeting people for the first time.”

You gave him your name in return, and shook the soft parts of his hand which still had a strong grip.

“You’re here because there’s something that you’re looking for, aren’t you?”

“That’s what I keep being told,” You chuckled, finding it somewhat silly. Your intentions were still vague to you, yet it seemed everyone had known what it was.

Jisung laughed along, toying with the water at his hips by flicking his fingers over the surface of the liquid and watching how it sloshed. You sat in silence with him, breathing in the aromas of the ocean which seemed all too vivid there. It reminded you of some place you had been long ago and had long forgotten too.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” Jisung piped up again, “I love my home here, and...I love hosting guests...like you.”

“Do...do you have guests often?” Your voice cracked, trying to find something to say. Your eyes had met his for fleeting moments, and the way which it had made your chest ache wonderfully was all too much to bear.

He tilted his head, “Sometimes. After all, that’s what you’re here for.” He grinned once more with a type of mischief, “To see me.”

“I...don’t even know who you are?”

After long, you figured the aromas had started to get your head. Here you were, sitting with a stranger in a place that seemed somehow impossible to exist...

“It’s me that you’re looking for,” Jisung advanced closer to your side, just a little, slowly and holding your gaze with an unforgiving grip. “I’ve got what you’re looking for.”

“And what’s that?” The words left your lips before you had anything to say about them.

The way this man could hold you felt so intense your body didn’t know what to do with it. This stranger how could you have been so entranced?

“Come into the water and find out,” Jisung whispered with a growing smirk.

The alluring stranger neared even closer, allowing you to feel the heat from his body that felt so all encompassing it must’ve been impossible. He was gorgeous this close with all his jewelry and with the shell-strung bracelets he wore which clinked when he reached his hands to the folds of your shirt.

He cooed, “You won’t be needing these.”

All at once you felt coy just like you had been many years ago: a time when being bare was embarrassing and you were worried that what was underneath could dissuade those who beheld you. You had since come to love every part of you, but under his gaze you suddenly felt inadequate. Using your fingers you hooked the shirt over your head, revealing your nipples hardened under the light fabric of your bra. Next came your pants flung off your legs in an awkward haste and wet on the bottoms from the water.

“Very lovely,” He complimented, and the words felt like nectar to your senses.

“You want me to come into the water?” You asked, although you knew the answer.

“I’d love it, of course, if you’d like it.”

Jisung took you by the hand, guiding you into the water, holding you for balance and looking delightfully proud all the while. Against your leg, a fleeting slick something glided against your bare leg causing you to jump.

“W-what was that?!”

Jisung said nothing, but opted to run his hands gently down your arms as if to soothe you. It wasn’t until then that you noticed now close he had come to you, and how warm he really felt. Your body shook with the cold as you adjusted to the temperature of the water. He smoothed you down again, eyes fluttering at the goosebumps formed on your arms. This close, his chest could’ve been flush with yours, and you could make out the tattoos: each of them beautiful and depicting different sea creatures and corals in white and pale pink ink.

In an attempt to calm yourself, you returned the compliment, “Your tattoos are really lovely too.”

“Thank you,” He returned softly while drinking you all in even more. Jisung’s hands migrated to your chest where he used his fingers to trace downward, gently brushing over your breasts and buds which hardened even more from the action. Another shiver shook you, although it was for a different reason. A sigh quivered in your throat, which even turned into a faint whine once he hands had left you.

Jisung leaned to whisper the words into your ear, “You want someone to take care of you, take care of...everything you haven’t had in so long...to feel...desired...” He voice turned even huskier, “...used.”

Your entire body weakened at the words which came from his mouth to the sensitive parts of your ear.

“I can do that,” Jisung chuckled, and coupled with it came the same slick feeling against your legs, this time holding to them, twisting, squeezing them, thick and powerful.

You looked down trying to make sense of all the overwhelming sensations that could barely make sense.

“I’ll never hurt you,” He said gravely, “I swear.”

Jisung buried his face into your nape, kissing it softly with light and delightful kisses just in the way that you had liked to feel them, although it was impossible for him to know that. You were distracted, too dizzied to fully understand the sucking sensation at your legs and the ways in which it crept upward. It felt amazing, and in your bliss you only wanted more of it.

The water broke with the first two of them: the thick limbs spotted with suckers in the most beautiful pearlescent color and softly pink on the undersides. Under the water, the rest of them got to work slithering up and down your legs: between them and around them and tugging, kissing, and gliding over the thin fabric of your panties stuck to your hips. The lot of them felt overwhelming as well as terrifying in the sheer power of the multiples of them.

“Jisung...” You shook, “I-I don’t understand...what-whats...you’re--”

He sighed out in his own bliss, kissing deeper into your nape until you shivered from the action, he traced more up your jaw to you mouth where he hummed out against your lips with a bit of a greedy growl, “I’ll use you, with all of me.”

The tentacles slithered further up your body with their gorgeous shine, his tentacles which sucked their marks into you in circles, pulling at you in places which you never previously knew to had felt like that when stimulated: the insides of your thighs, your hips, the undersides of your knees, the small of your back...

As if it was an instinct, your arms cast around him, holding onto him feebly, mewling while two of the limbs found their way under your undergarments to touch the skin there that had been unexplored. The tight squeeze of them was exhilarating still: it was something you had no control over: it started to steal the breath from your lungs, making every sound from you pitiful.

Jisung hoarsely laughed at your sounds knowing they were caused by him, and held you closer until you nearly folded from the over-stimulation.

“You feel so good,” The stranger sighed out, letting each of his limbs wrap and writhe with a type of hunger that felt insatiable against your own weak arms and legs. “Fuck, what you must feel like inside...”

“Please,” The word escaped quickly from you, and it sounded just as pitiful as your gasps with desperation hastily woven it in all.

The water around the both of you turned more violent and loud, ripping harshly and splashing into your hair and all over your arms. His jewelry scratched at your own bare body, but you didn’t notice from the way that you had entirely felt awakened from the smooth skin of his limbs.

He didn’t need to remove your clothes to pleasure you, one of his tentacles already finding its way between your legs and into your cunt slick even under the water. He was painfully thick; stretching you to the point where all you could do was scream from the pleasure. Jisung could curl himself within, reaching deeply, stimulating you thoroughly with ease that could bring an orgasm ripping through you almost immediately.

Your anticipation was embarrassing, as was the way that your lips trembled on his when he returned to kiss you, lapping his tongue carefully against yours. With his other limbs he wrapped around your waist to hold you firmly over his appendages to ensure that you could merely lean back and relax and feel everything. With his hands he squeezed and tweaked with your nipples almost painfully hard from the stimulation, and cold from the metal of the rings on his fingers.

Each moan that passed your lips was higher than the least, and each of them needier than the last. Your swollen clit ached with immeasurable pain from its neglect, but Jisung didn’t need to guess, angling himself to allow for the tentacle to suck upon your bud all the while he fucked deeply into you. To this, all you could do was bit your moans into your lip, hoping that the skin would not break.

The warm appendages wrapped higher up your arms in the stead of his own, sucking their own kisses into you which could undoubted leave marks in the future. They felt heavy yet comforting as he held you close to him and finally found their way to your neck and the corners of your mouth to tease with their tips.

Jisung could only scoff seeing how you had weakened and become so malleable in his grasp, but still softened at how breathless you remained just from his advances alone.

“I don’t scare you?” He tutted, letting another tentacle creep to your neck.

“N-no...” You gasped, “N-not...when...it feels so good...”

He curled his limb further into you, causing your toes to curl as well. “You like this? Feeling me all over you?”

You couldn’t agree quicker, “Yes. Yes...please...”

The stranger neared, so near you could feel his own slithering breaths on your face, “There’s more to be had...”

Your hips shook with yet another orgasm teased from your already weakened core, and the tentacles worked to spread your legs farther while more of them tugged at the corners of your mouth asking permission.

“You feel fucking good too,” Jisung promised with a euphoric sigh, sliding another smooth, pearly-colored appendage into your mouth, far enough to tease your reflex into a hard gag. “Shit,” He swore in response.

It wriggled within you, bringing tears to your eyes and fucking your throat so raw you could barely breathe for a few seconds. He withdrew it quickly, stringing with your saliva.

“Every part of me can feel you too,” Jisung explained, taking a wet hand to caress your stretched out throat. “Every part of me that fucks you feels it.”

“M-more...” You could only pathetically propose.

He did so, entering your mouth again to fuck it in and out while you wet your cheeks with tears. His yellow pupils screwed up from the sensation, moving down to pull at your breasts until they felt raw. Below your hips, he fucked you without pause, even going to toy with your ass and spread the fleshy muscles apart before properly entering you screwing slower and more purposefully. Although you were underwater, you could still feel your liquids coat him and mix with the purity of the teal-colored liquids surrounding you.

You would gag several times more, each of them met with the stranger’s pleased growls giving you as much praise as he could. The tentacles which he could spare held you with his whole strength, and soon you gathered the bravery to touch them with your hand, and smoothed them down as Jisung had done to you, eliciting the most indulgent moan your companion had yet to give.

The breath that you took into your lungs was priceless, but he never made you uncomfortable beyond your means. Your whole body and every sense that you had felt overloaded from it all, used, as you had wanted to be, desired beyond explanation from such an inhuman but irresistible being.

Jisung returned to his potion at your neck, holding you the tightest yet, now irregular in his thrusts and shaking with each muscle in his body quivering. You could sense it too in him, and how close he was even after nearly an hour of only using himself up on you. With one hand you smoothed down his skin, and the other was used to scratch down his back where you held to him.

“Fuck it inside me,” You ordered, no matter how embarrassed you felt saying it--you still wanted it--”Give it to me.”

Jisung growled, using just his arms to hold the two of you upright in the water, screwing each of his appendages into you so harshly you could only bite each muffled scream into his shoulder. His skin tasted of salt, but of something much sweeter too.

“If it’s what...you want...” He caved, reaching his high inside of your holes, fulling you until he throbbed.

You squeaked upon feeling it at first, then became all but useless in his arms while you came down out of breath and crying your last tears from the last orgasm he was able to give you at nearly the same time as his.

By now, the water was perfectly warm and you were perfectly used to it enveloping you just as this stranger had with his whole being. He caressed you, calming you and hushing into your ear with a tiny kiss to your cartilage.

You held to him as tight as you could, assuring him, “This was exactly what I wanted.”

~🌹~

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binniesthighs · 3 years ago

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kinktober - 03

pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x kang yeosang (ateez)

genre: smut! 18+

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i’m tryin’ to speedy catch up and get ahead so i hope ya all like the shorter little passages teehee i rarely write fantasy so I was so so excited for this one! and some yeosang...we love to see it ;)

[warnings under the cut!]

warnings: arranged marriage au, virgin!reader, first time au, “bloodletting” as I explain it--blood drinking as a mating ritual, unprotected sex (penetration), oral (r receiving)

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The cold night air burned at the tips of your ears, although your hand was warm. Every step that you made as you ran was unsure, yet you didn’t falter running behind him and with the wind howling beside you. Your arms were bare too, baskling in the moonlight that consumed you and reminded you of what was to come.

Your newly wed husband said nothing, still nearly emotionless has he had been the whole night. There was little that you knew of him aside from the fact that he was a prince, soon to be king, and that he had chosen you. He should have scared you, but there was nothing that you had quite come to fear. Some had said that he was cruel, that he was unfeeling and plotting, but he had only ever been gentle with you.

He still held your hand, gentle, as he had been the whole night through.

The commontion of the night was left behind you twisted into a symphony of screams, the bellowing of an organ, and the prized royal swarm of bats set loose as a distraction. Poison had been slipped into the proper cup, and no one was to know who had done it.

Except you.

The king was dead, and the bells on the high chapel rang for him on the night of his eldest son’s wedding.

Yeosang tugged you along in your proper and elegant shoes that had been made to suit only your feet. The billowing fabric of your wedding attire flew loosely behind you were it flew in its golden and white beauty, and also hung low from your wrists where you had it wrapped. Mud and muck started to stain it as you ran with him into the woods surrounding your castle.

It was certainly yours now.

Before you had left, he had whispered into your ear in the ballroom: “You don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure of it that you’re taken care of after it all.”

You didn’t have the slightest idea what it had meant, but after the queen’s blood-curling scream and the splash of red which feel from the king’s mouth to his royal bib, you knew that your trust would only lay with the prince. Strangely, upon hearing the screams, he had laid a light kiss to the shell of your ear, then to your jaw.

“I didn’t tell you yet that you look lovely tonight. The perfect match. We’ll have our time soon.”

After then, he hadn’t said anything else, but sweep you to the long corridor lined with guests in masquerade masks that made them look like all kinds of fantastical beasts. Some of them had beaks like birds, others resembling lions and other great cats. His face was the only one that you could make out. The lights were dimmed in their flickering lamps, and the oil paints on their walls unmoving even as you flew past them to the grand entrance.

His had was still warm even after running deep into the woods, nor did he look back once the bells had started ringing. They made great and wide resounding calls that seemed to echo in your ears even after they stopped after ten tones.

Ten to signal the death of a king.

The thought had also crossed your mind of what this meant of your wedding night, and if the prince had intended to keep traditions the same.

Clearly, he had other plans.

The startlingly handsome and mysterious man was impossible to decipher, with eyes as sly as a cat and a little tilting smile that only gave the simple impression of amusement. He had looked at you that way when you had first met him in that throne room where you stood among the other potential matches for the powerful prince. He took his time taking you in: every angle of you to ensure that you were the one that he truly wanted.

Like the rest of the royals, he had deeply red-crimson eyes. They were the keys of the true-born son of the king; a bloodline that hadn’t been disturbed in centuries. You knew too that one day your offspring would have those same colored eyes...after tonight...if everything went according to the usual plan.

“--Yeosang--” You called to him, but it was unlikely that he had heard your voice.

Together you approached the outer mouth of the woods, coming upon a clearing far from the castle, far from the road and from any others who would seek to find it. Under the willows and the wide expanse of stars, there was a bed or sorts made up by a thick and fluffy-looking hay mattress draped in white sheets. The lightning bugs of the night provided the only light.

“--Couldn’t have lanterns,” He explained, “--can’t have them find us.”

Your husband led you by the hand further to sit upon the mattress and to swaddle you in the collection of blankets both thick and thin. While some of them were itchy upon you skin, others were as soft as silk.

“What is this?” You questioned him, although the answer was somewhat obvious. Even in the chaos of the whole night, he still hadn’t forgotten at all.

“Our wedding bed,” He said, nonchalant, “We can’t forget about our most sacred traditions,” Yeosang moved to sit close beside you, brushing the back of his his hand against your cheek, “When we become one forever.”

You hadn’t been nervous before, but seeing as the time had finally come, your heart began to race.

“...You mean?”

He didn’t answer, but instead moved to place another chaste kiss to your cheek as he had done in the ballroom. It was a simple gesture, but the both of you knew what it had meant. Only mated couples were aloud to touch one another so intimately. You, in fact, had never been touched as such before him.

His kiss moved to your jaw as it had done before, then lower to your neck where he sucked lightly into your skin in the way that could make you shiver. It was a sensation that you had never felt before, but it was beautiful. You were distracted from the outdoors, the chirping of the crickets and the soft ocean-like sound of the leaves waving in the wind. You felt hotter, as did the tips of your once-cold ears.

Yeosang reached for your hands folded in your lap, bringing your hands to his lips which he kissed at as delicate as flower petals. He was dangerously close to where he would then make his final vow to you, and it made your whole being quake. He kissed down to your wrists, right over the pumping vein.

“W-will it hurt?” You asked, suddenly fearful.

His lips brushed over the vein once more, giving it his attention carefully.

“It will,” He hushed, “But only for a little while.”

The bloodletting, your people called it. It was a sharing of one’s pure essence, when two mates could have a part of the other inside of them for the rest of their lives in a way that could bond them like no other.

Yeosang’s kisses turned harsher at your wrists, sucking until it started to sting. You were hesitant as well, but you knew your duty as well. You took his wrists in return, bringing his left to you lips where you kissed into him as well. This close, you could feel the beat of his own heartbeats through that vein right against your lips. He tasted sweet and perfumed, and you wondered what you had tasted like too.

He didn’t have to say it for you to know that he was ready, and you gave him a look of affirmation in response. A moment of locked eyes was all that it took for both of you to take your teeth to the other’s vulnerable flesh right below their palm, and bite with all your might.

The taste of iron flooded your mouth, a harsh and metallic taste that distracted from the fact that your own skin had been torn and the red had stained his lips, just as his color had stained yours. After you had gotten over the first shock of it, a headier feeling consumed you and made you feel light; dizzy almost. His being was starting to become a part of you, as it was for him. He had closed his eyes, yet they still fluttered under closed lids. When the pain subsided, it melted into pure euphoria.

A whimper from your lips vibrated his wrist, and he let one back to you in return.

Gasping, the blood had stopped, and you turned to look your mate right in the eyes that were an even more violent shade of crimson. A type of infatuation set in to you, seeing him like you had never seen him before and all that was left for you was to crave him in every way that you could claim.

You didn’t see that the sheets had been spotted in your blood--or his--when you leapt into his open arms that held you to his chest with such strength you couldn’t find air to breathe. The cracks of his lips were red from your blood, yet that was of no conscience when you had kissed them with such ferocity and hunger that you really had forgotten to breathe.

It was then when you felt him smile against you: it was an expression you had not yet felt before, yet it tickled you, and made your own smile form against him. Your body tingled after feeling his tongue meet yours in the middle of the kiss, to which you groaned out from the new feeling. Before, no one had ever been this close, nor would they ever. The feeling of another person’s warmth against your own was all to intoxicating to ever want to give up.

Your bodies lowered to the bed, writing and twisting up in each other in a tangle of fabric and fine jewelry. Together, the night was much warmer, and you felt as if there was nothing to fear. Bowing tall grasses swept this way and that, hiding the both of you in seclusion. Curious hands tucked up loose clothing and worked at buttons and ties that came undone quickly. He wore velvet which felt wonderful on your fingertips when you ran your hands up his chest and down his back, and it felt even more wonderful casting it aside to touch him closely like none had done before. Yeosang did the same to you, exploring you until you shivered.

“My love,” He affectionately called between kisses, saying the phrase over and over until it sounded strange.

You kissed him in turn to the neck, collarbones, and all the way down his chest and stomach to his waist which spasmed from the light touch of you. He repeated the same actions, pink tongue glistening when he would move the warm muscle against you and down between your legs which he spread to allow for even more attention. Nothing had felt as good as when he brought his lips to kiss between your legs, using both his tongue and the plush skin to make your body feel as it had never done before. Crimson eyes looked up at you as tears began to form from the way that your body feel tight, and right as if it was about to snap with pleasure.

With heels sunk into the cushy mattress, you felt you eyes roll back behind you, all the way to the tall grasses, even as far as to see the deeply blue sky twinkling with stars. Your hands filled with the sheets stained with the blood now in a darker color--you had forgotten how they had even gotten to be that way in the first place.

Yeosang paused for a moment with his lips glistening from the sparkle of your liquids and his saliva at his mouth. He was thrilled, even bewildered. This was a side of him that you suddenly knew that only you would have the pleasure of seeing for the rest of your life. The cool wind blew through, although your heat could battle it.

Your eager hands fiddled with his trousers tented from the thickness of his girth. Preciously, you would have been nervous to have beheld such a sight, much less understand what it meant to be bare with another person--the person being your prince...or now king. The royal blood within you coursed and roared behind your ears. It made you feel insatiable, and it made you feel enchanted.

The prince laid down cushioned by the pillows which had strewn his blonde hair about; it made him even more breathtaking basking in the silver moon. With your hand you pumped at his length, up and down until he wet you with his own eagerness and the pink of his tip flared.

“Hold me close,” You asked of him, straddling him to the tune of the evening sparrows and the croak of the toads in the nearby creek.

He nodded, sitting to wrap his arms around your back, and easing you onto his length. The both of you gasped upon feeling it: the one thing that your people held sacred and holy and you finally understood why. Your hips rolled over him, letting his full length inside and pleasure you until you moaned weakly into his shoulder. As you did, your body quaked from your arms to your calves, and the prince took your wrist to his mouth once more to taste the last bits of your own essence he could consume.

“My love, my love...” He chanted softly to the rhythm of your hips.

“My king,” You echoed in return.

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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binniesthighs · 3 years ago

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kinktober - 02

pairing: self insert, afab reader x kim yugyeom (got7)

genre: smut!, 18+

word count: 2.1k

a/n: hi hi cuties! thank you so much for your love on day one!! i’m happy that from it we were able to...learn things 😏 hehehe I’m super excited to write for an idol and a group that I haven’t before!! i picked the pairings for kinktober using a randomizer for the most part, so that’s where we’ll get some ~variety~ teehee

[warnings under the cut!]

warnings: nylon fetish, thigh fucking/thigh job, hands free orgasm, cumshot <3

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You had only liked them for one reason...well, maybe two.

You weren’t sure where he had gotten, or what had crossed his mind to get them for you either, nor had he properly thought out that they could’ve been impossibly uncomfortable.

Even against the skin of your fingertips the scratchy material already felt unbearable. The nylon itself felt too thin; it was poorly made in the first place, and he likely hadn’t spend much on them either. The selling point for the pair of nylon tights were the sparkles that webbed around them--literally--the black tights were wrapped in the design of shiny orange spiderwebs.

“...Thank you?” You told your boyfriend apprehensively, “I guess, thank you for thinking of me I should say...”

Yugyeom looked all too excited, grinning and barely attached to his stool across from you. “I saw them and I thought that they looked perfect for you...for your legs...you know...”

Had he not looked so bashful in that moment, you would’ve felt more nervous. His gift to you said what his words couldn’t: of course he wanted to see you in them. Of course his eyes would rake over your whole form when you wore them. Yugyeom would drink up the way that they would hug every contour of bottom half, how tight they really were and how the could accentuate all of his favorite parts of you. He didn’t need to ask for it out loud at all.

After knowing you so long, he could still sense your apprehension, immediately moving to scoop up your hands in his and rub into them with his thumbs.

“You don’t have to though, I just thought...” He beams back at you, looking as proud as ever, probably secretly loving how shy you’ve become too. With his left hand, he caresses the peachy hairs of your cheek. “...I know that you’d look amazing in them. Just like you always do.”

Your boyfriend plants a tentative kiss on your forehead which gives you a slight shiver. After knowing him for so long, he’d never do anything to push you.

You hold the pair of nylon tights in your hands, squeezing the cardboard packaging in your palm.

“What would I wear with them?” You whisper softly into his chest. You usual attire of sweats and other pairs of baggy jeans wouldn’t meet the task at all.

Its as if he’s already thought about it when your boyfriend chuckles in response, “That big black shirt of yours?” It surprises you when he skims his hand down the curve of your back, leaning closer to suggest, “...and nothing else?”

His words feel like a demand, but he’d never do any such thing. Its the weight of them that makes you feel heavy; its the prospect that he’d imagined this, that he’d planned it and wanted you just like that.

“And the tights?”

Yugyeom nods, returning to his bashful self, “You’d just look...irresistible.” His last word is said into his shoulder where he hides his cheek, embarrassed by the word.

“Don’t hurt in trying...” You return with a new found confidence.

The pieces start to all fit: his anticipation, the way in which he had planned it and itches to see you just like that. The mere thought of your boyfriend’s fantasy starts to manifest in your own head. Nothing feels more exciting than the notion that you do this all to him. Your eyes wander to his waist, down to the elastic of his grey sweatpants which would normally cling loose to him, but now...

You pretend not to notice the outline to allow the intrigue to swell even more.

“Be right back then,” You promise.

In the dark light of your bedroom, you take your time getting yourself ready, making sure that everything is in place. You shrug your bra off, throw the tee on and spray a few spritzes of that perfume that you know he can’t get enough of. You’re warm when you slide the tights over your legs, and they stretch just as they’re made to. The thin fabric makes minuscule holes where it meets its limit, and all around you the orange spiderweb design winks when it catches the dim light. They look cute, you decide, and you find a new reason to like them.

The second reason you like them you consider, is the way that Yugyeom will stare when he sees you as if starved to see you as such.

You wear no underwear underneath them--its a little uncomfortable, but the bare feeling of your pussy against them in unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Its a type of vulnerable feeling. The thin nylon and a small cotton pad is all that protects you from the air, and from touch. You gasp feeling how the fabric holds tight to your ass and tucks between your thighs. Even the carpet under your toes feels ultra-smooth.

You glide around your room for a few moments, catching your reflection in the mirror only for a few moments. The shirt just passes below your ass, but is more comfortable than anything. There’s a reason he’s asked for the shirt in particular with it’s fuzzy touch and the way that you look cozier than anything it in.

Sparkling orange spiders crawl up your thighs on the design where you hadn’t noticed them before.

Yugyeom’s exactly where he was when you had left leaning against the kitchen island when you return. He pretends to be surprised by your entrance, but he’s anything but.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, giving you the exact look that you expected, his eyes fleeting over your body with the same heat of flickering flames. He pops his cheek with a swipe of his tongue, then bites into his lip.

“Damn.” Is all that he can say.

“How do I look?” You give him a little twirl feeling cool from the obvious lack of layering. The action is a bit greedy in and of itself--you hope that he can smell your fragrance and come burying himself into you like he often does.

“Come here.”

You do as you’re told, moving slowly into the grasp of his large hands which settle onto your hips to pull you into a lazy and careful kiss.

“I knew that you’d look amazing,” He brags into your lips.

In return you praise him back, “You’re rarely wrong, aren’t you?”

He hums gleefully into you, bringing your hips to his own where he grinds himself into you slowly. Yugyeom was always aware of what it did to you: when you could feel him just barely on your clit, when you could feel him close, but not close enough. A squeak breaks from your throat because of it, making you waver and fall to his arms.

“You do it to me,” He swears, “I can’t handle you like this.”

You’re already a heady mess when his fingers creep under the hem of your tee to grab at your hips to pull you even closer, feeling the way that you’ve warmed yourself from your arousal. You let him do as he wishes, finding yourself slipping into desiring anything; anything if it means that its him that does it to you.

Your boyfriend cups your ass--an action which brings your clit even closer to his throbbing member barely kept by the confines of his pants, and your own sensitivity barely kept by the fabric of the nylon.

“So pretty, so beautiful,” He chants into your ear.

Its even a challenge to say his name once he begins to course his hands down your torso and between your legs, reaching his fingers to your heat where you’ve wet the black and orange spiderweb tights. You feel even more bare in the tights alone, even more sensitive too.

In your impatience, you hook your hands under your boyfriend’s waistband finding it cruel for him to be so clothed when you are not.

“Just a second,” He tuts, then takes you by the hand to your coach perfectly sized for just the two of you.

Yugyeom lays you down, pulling off the rest of his own clothes, removing your tee last to print kisses into your breasts with intent, bowing to reach your buds and press more kisses and gentle sucks to your buds. He pulls at them, forcing a moan from your chest that can only be steadied by your hands combing through his dark and long trellises.

You’d never seen his cock as excited as it was now: pearly with pre-cum, almost red with want. Seeing you in the nylons has the young man utter lost, utterly yours, you realize.

“Sit down.” You command him, already thrilled with the way that he bends to your orders. He does so with hands magnetized to your ass once more. His chest has flushed and quakes with his shaking breaths. Your boyfriends almost pants like a dog seeing you like this.

After, you settle into his lap, wiggling your hips and rolling them just over him while not letting him feel the pleasure of your weight.

“Like-like this?” He gasps with awe from the view behind. His idle hands find your clit and rubs it in circles which makes you falter, but you’re not going to give him the upper hand.

“Like this,” You correct him, spreading your legs apart to make space for his dick to slide between them. You spit into your hand, lathering his hardened length. Your own entrance has slicked your legs, dripping much more than you had thought possible. The nylons are soiled from the mixture of liquids, but the friction of it all doesn’t hurt you nor him at all.

You squeeze your legs together, carefully, yet still tightly enough to hold your boyfriend’s dick firmly. He groans out with teeth clenched at the sensation, not even knowing what to do with his hands and casting his head back against the sofa.

“S-shit...” He swears.

Just like you always do, you roll your hips back and forth as you’ve done countless times before riding him until you can’t stand, but this time using your legs to fuck his length. You’re slow and purposeful, then find balance by holding to his legs to support your weight.

Yugyeom chuckles incredulous, “H-How did you know...?”

Between your own tiny grunts, you chuckle back, “It was written all over your face, baby.”

At least he settles his arms around the back of the sofa, craning his head down into your back with each choked breath that he takes while you fuck him, pumping his cock between your legs and ruining the nylons even more. every once and a while he’ll reach around to fondle with your breasts, although it never lasts for long until he falls back into the feeling.

Your own core bubbles with an orgasm teased by the sensation of your clit brushed against his shaft making you falter. Selfishly you crave and orgasm of your own, but not after he’s had his first.

After long your whole body feels sticky with sweat and your legs begin to shake from your position. However, the longer that you continue, the shallower your boyfriend’s breaths become, the huskier his voice becomes as to the severity of his curses. You loose yourself in the rhythm: up and down, back, forward, circle shapes oval shapes. Harder, softer, you squeeze and you’ve almost reached your own orgasm.

Hastily, Yugyeom’s grasp finds you once more. “G-Gonna...”

“--Cum for me,” You beg of him, “Cum all over my legs and yours, cum on these cheap fucking tights you bought to fuck me in.”

The harshness of your words sends him over the edge, whining and groaning out with an air foreign and all to unbelievable to you. His pink tip erupts with his cum, splattering and spilling over your legs and painting the the black fabric white. The sight sends you over your own edge, your clit throbbing over his dick and tight between your legs which squeeze at the sensitivity.

Cum mixes between both of your lower-halves, then drips onto the sofa--although you barely notice. You fall flush to his back, out of breath and nearly collapsing from the exhaustion that plagues your body. As you fall back, your boyfriend holds you without a second thought. Your seating bodies become one, both of you bewildered over the skill with which you had surprised even you.

No matter how hot and uncomfortable you’ve become from the wet tights, you still crave to be close to your lover.

“Maybe you should buy me cheap tights more often,” You joke.

Yugyeom nods, pulling you back for a kiss.

“You got one thing wrong though,” He tsks, suddenly pulling you back to your position laying on the couch. In one movement he takes hold of the tights, ripping them open between your legs and exposing your glistening pussy to the air. “I did get them to fuck you in them, but like this.”

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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