#block b kyung scenario

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Block B Masterlist

Oneshots

Mix Matched - Taeil's girlfriend accidentally matches with Zico on Halloween. Slight smut at the end.

Becoming Human - Mistakes were made, no doubt about that. Now her life would be gone in an instant. But maybe an instant won’t be so bad if she can spend it with Kyung?

Soldier Setup - A friend tries to set up Jaehyo with her very oblivious and quick to jump to conclusions bestie.

Fortune - A fortune teller predicts a meeting with P.O

Phone - "awkward scenario where zico thinks youre gonna give him a handjob but really you just reach into his pocket to get his phone to get his brothers digits"

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Series

Hidden Talent - It’s tough being a self-appointed magical protector for idols. | Enchantress | Part 1 |

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Unstructured shorts:

Metal/Alt/Prog Fan Taeil

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Waking the Neighbors

Pairing: Park Kyung x Reader Genre: SMUT Word Count: 1.6K

~Admin V

             Kyung snored soundly next to you. You envied him. He could always fall asleep so quickly. Not you. You had to relive your worst childhood memories, or think about what you wanted to do the next day, and remember if you knew all the lyrics to the Pokemon theme song.

             You rolled over again and flipped your pillow to the cool side. Kyung grumbled and rolled so his arm draped over you. He murmured in his sleep. That position was only comfortable for a few minutes before you spun and faced him. You were shocked to see his eyes open and looking at you.

             “Why are you still awake?”

             You sighed. “I don’t know. I really don’t want to be.”

             “Just close your eyes.”

             “Easy for you to say. You apparently have no cares in the world and can just pass out on command.”

             “Years of being an idol. You sleep when you can.”

             You heard a noise from the neighboring apartment.

             “Sounds like you’re not the only one who can’t sleep.”

             Another sound broke through the wall, and this time it was very clearly a woman moaning in pleasure.

             Kyung instantly looked at you with a mischievous grin. “Oh. They’re definitely not sleeping.”

             “Must you be such a perv?”

             “Are you saying it doesn’t turn you on to hear,” right on que another moan sounded, “that.”

             “Are you saying it turns you on?”

             He looked at you pointedly. “We both know the answer to that question. Now answer mine.”

           The next moan was longer. “Maybe,” you answered.

           Kyung chuckled. “We could add to the noise. Make pleasure sounds of our own.”

           “Oh my god. You’re insatiable.”

           “But you already knew this. Besides, cumming might help you fall asleep.”

           You hated giving him the satisfaction of knowing he was right, but another moan seeped through the wall and it was rather sexy. “Fine.”

           Kyung immediately threw off the sheets and bounced off the bed. He took his pillow and made you put it under your hips so they were lifted. “You’re not worried I might leave a love stain on it?”

           He gave you another mischievous smirk.

           “You’re twisted.”

           He pulled down your pajama pants and panties. He made himself comfortable between your legs and looked up at you.

           “Seeing how wet you are from listening to the neighbors, so are you.”

           Damn his smug little face. You didn’t answer and just watched what he was about to do. He held your thigh and placed a kiss on it. Then another and another. It was a soft touch against your delicate skin, but it felt so hot under the heat of his lips. Each kiss had you making small gasps.

           “You’re gonna need to be louder than that, baby, if you want the neighbors to hear us, too.”

           “They don’t need to hear us, Kyung.”

           “There’s not fun in that.” He dropped his mouth back over your inner thigh and started sucking on the skin. That got a louder mewl from you.

           You could feel his smile, but he didn’t stop. He switched from sucking to kissing until his mouth moved closer to between your legs. But you knew he wouldn’t give into your need so fast.

           As you suspected, he wanted to continue teasing and moved to your opposite thigh giving it the same treatment. First kisses, then sucking, the switching between the two until your moaning reached its highest volume with just those touches. He lifted to look in your eyes then between your legs. He licked his lips then dove in, tongue lapping at your entrance and tracing up to your clit.

           The whimper that left you was much louder than either of you were expecting. Kyung looked up, shock clearly in his eyes, but pride was on his mouth. “They definitely heard that.”

           “Are you going to think of the neighbors or are you going to make me cum?”

           His smirk turned into a wicked smile. He went back down, again, tongue core to clit.

           You were able to control this cry better, but not by much. Kyung unquestionably knew that teasing you made you the whiniest.

           He did one more lick then focused on your clit. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth.

           You heard yourself echo. You reached down to him to grab his hair, but he reached for you hand first and held onto it. He didn’t want you to try and control any of the movements.

           “Please, Kyung?”

           He stopped his ministrations. “If I give you any control you’ll expect what happens and not be as loud.”

           “Why does it matter how loud I am? They’ve heard by now at least.”

           He crawled up over you, his face inches from yours. “But now it’s a game. To see how loud I can make you.”

           “You’re ridiculous.”

           “Pretty sure it’s a key reason to why you love me.”

           “Or I’m just an idiot.”

           “My idiot.”

           You rolled your eyes.

He lifted your arms and removed your shirt. “Turn on your side, baby.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

“You won’t be loud if I’m swallowing your moans.”

“Just one?”

He bent down, his lips a breath away from yours. “No.”

You pouted, but Kyung lifted off the bed again. He patted the side of your butt so you would roll over as requested and he pulled the pillow from beneath you.

There was a shadow from where he tossed his pants and soon you heard the sound of him ripping the condom wrapper.

He climbed back into bed and he pressed his chest against your back. His arm snaked between you and the mattress and it rested on your tummy. “Lift your leg for me.” He held onto your outer leg as you did what he asked, and without warning he pushed into you. Kyung laughed. “That was the loudest one yet.”

“Well fuck, you could’ve given me a heads up.”

“Still no fun in that.” He pumped at a leisurely pace. His mouth found your neck and he left wet kissed, making a trail.

You gasped every time he pushed into you, but you needed more.

“Kyung,” you whined.

He moved his lips to your earlobe. His hand found its way from your belly down among your folds and pressed against your clitoris. With two fingers he traced a circle over it.

That elicited more cries of pleasure. However, he wasn’t speeding up in his pace in either thrusting or rubbing you.

“Can you go faster?”

He tugged on your earlobe. “No.”

You whimpered again.

Kyung surprised you though when he switched the direction of his circling fingers. Your body jerked at the sudden change and you had no doubt other neighbors probably heard you at this point.

His lips went back to your neck, starting on a hickey now.

The teasing worked to his advantage because even at the sensually slow place, you felt your orgasm building up. He switched the direction of rubbing you again which made you jolt once more. You could feel his need growing as well as he squeezed the thigh he was holding.

“You’re getting close,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re getting tighter around me.” He suddenly slammed in you harder than before, a louder whimper breaking from your lips.

“P-please Kyung. Go faster for the climax.”

His teeth nibbled on the outer shell of your ear. “No.” He changed his rubbing direction again. He made maybe two circles then switched quickly back.

You practically screamed. He changed direction again after only a short time, and the next time he did it you shook with your orgasm.

He pumped faster as he rode out your climax until you felt him shuddering behind you and then his release.

You whimpered again when he pulled out and dropped your thigh. The only sounds you could hear now were both of you panting.

Kyung kissed your shoulder. “Told you it would be fun.”

“Yeah,” you were still catching your breath. You turned to lie on your back.

“Let me clean up, baby. I’ll be back with a warm wash cloth.”

“Nooooooo,” you whined. “You’re not nice when you do that. You always tease and be a little rough over the sensitive areas.”

“What if I promise to be a good boy and not do that?”

You scoffed. “Your word means nothing to me.”

He chuckled. “What if I promise and seal it with a kiss?”

You pretended to consider this. “Maybe.”

Kyung knelt at your side. He continued his game and made you wait for his lips to even come close to yours. They were light when they pressed against yours. When he parted them, it made your lips part as well. You took in his breath, his scent. His tongue poked from his mouth and into yours and you lost all control.

You laced your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to you. You tasted him and swallowed his moan.

He broke the kiss, and both of you were a little breathless. “Maybe we should just skip cleanup and start on round two.”

You nodded. “Yeah, round two can be good. No contest this time for how loud I can be. I want all of you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Although,” you smirked. “We could see how loud I can make you this time.”

“Ha. I’ll never be as loud as you.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Park?”

“Not at all. Just fact,”

You reached under him to the fleshy area between his manhood and ass.

Kyung gasped.

“Even if I give special attention to this spot?”

“I guess we’ll find out. Round two it is.”

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minhyuk, yukwon and p.o are sitting on a bench

kyung: Why do you guys look so sad?

yukwon: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*kyung sits down*

minhyuk: The bench is freshly painted.

[kpoppwriter]

Dating ZiKyung~

Anon asked: can i get some headcanons for dating zikyung of block b?? thanks!

A/N: I just got three orders of Dunkin’ hash browns and I’m happy

☆ it took all of me not to put the gif of them kissing

☆ but I thought that would be too obvious

☆ plus there are so many good gifs of them

☆ ok hc time

☆ dating these two would actually be a lot of fun

☆ they both have that cool exterior 

☆ but are not so secretly dorks

☆ they’re also so cute

☆ homies4lyfe

☆ they aren’t very into pda

☆ Jiho’s pretty reserved in that department

☆ he prefers to keep it at hand holding and occasional hugs

☆ Kyung is a little less reserved

☆ he’ll occasionally peck your cheek along with hugging and hand holding

☆ Jiho’s just shyer than he seems

☆ cuddling is pretty fun

☆ its kinda like a pig pile

☆ all your legs are tangled up 

☆ and you’re not sure who’s playing with your hair

☆ but someone is

☆ hella soft times

☆ the studio is your second home

☆ tbh it feels like your first home

☆ since you’re there so much

☆ these boys are always working on something

☆ they always make the space comfortable for you though

☆ there are pillows and blankets

☆ and snacks of course

☆ they just like having you there with them

☆ Kyung is flirty

☆ Jiho can be to but only with you and Kyung

☆ and not as openly as Kyung

☆ Kyung out here puling all the move on you and Jiho

☆ like boy chill we’re already dating

☆ overall, these boys are not big bad rapper like they seem

☆ they soft boys

☆ with a lot of love to give

☆ wowie

☆ lmao I was really debating on writing this part first ugh~

☆ okokok oK

☆  hell yes I was so excited to write this

☆ first off

☆ Jiho and Kyung are doms

☆ f i g h t m e

☆ they radiate BDE

☆ especially Kyung

☆ i don’t think they’re very kinky

☆ maybe some spanking, dp, sensory deprivation, anal, choking

☆ but nothing too crazy

☆ oooo hair pulling with Jiho

☆ yessssss

☆ he loves that shit

☆ also both are teases

☆ Kyung especially

☆ okokok I got a controversial hc

☆ hear me out

☆ Jiho would sub for Kyung on occasions

☆ just imagine it tho and tell me I’m wrong

☆ both are so good at dirty talk

☆ imagine both of them up in your ears whispering hot shit

☆ fuck me up

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kyung: coffee or tea?

u-kwon: coffee.

kyung, pouring u-kwon a cup: wrong, it's tea.

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Dryhumping Block B

ask:  hii dryhumping with block b and winner?

Zico/Jiho:

Jiho had you crawl into his lap, the smirk on his face uncanny. He was wearing his glasses, a sight you thoroughly enjoyed and his hair was messily pushed back. The second your legs were on either side of his waist, his lips were on your neck and his hips were rocking against yours. His sweatpants making soft noises at your movements. 

“This is a good break.” 

Kyung:

The second he had gotten home, your back was pressed against the couch cussions and Kyung was inbetween your legs. His lips were against yours and hands were slowly lifting your shirt up with that classic little smile on his face. You hummed feeling his crotch come in contact with yours.

“Welcome home.” 

Taeil:

Taeil had a hand around your throat, with some light pressure. You licked your lips feeling his hips grind down against yours and he chuckled a little. Pouting as he rolled his hips over yours, Taeil leaned over and pressed his mouth to yours. His tongue snaked it’s way into your mouth and the pressure on your throat got harder. 

Jaehyo:

You felt his hand creep up under your shirt and his breath on the back of your neck. The lazy morning haze still very apparent in your movements. His other hand grabbed your hip from behind, as leverage to press his bulge against your ass. You laced your fingers with his under your shirt. He continued his actions, letting a few soft moans escape his lips. 

U-kwon:

He had been waiting for you two to be alone. People had been walking in and out of the house all day, seemingly not giving you a moment of rest. But the second everyone was gone, you were against the wall with Ukwon between your legs. He smirked at you with that iconic little smile of his before your pulling your clothed hips over his. 

B-Bomb/Minhyuk:

He was in a playful mood, pushing you against any surface he could find in your apartment. Only really to tease, press himself against you and walk away. You were fed up, pinning him on the couch and straddling his waist. Kissing him he laughed before making your make figure 8′s with your hips over his crotch. 

P.O/Jihoon:

An innocent tickle session gone sexual. You straddling his hips on the carpet, holding his hands over his head as you rolled your hips over him. You could feel his hard on against you and his hands wanting to travel down to your ass. You let them go to let them wander.

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Block B Reaction To You Having Nipple Piercings

anonymous said: [ BLOCKB REQ ] the boy’s reaction to breast piercings? i saw the other one you did and ohh dear, yess!

(a/n): a bit smutty? idk. hope you enjoy!

Taeil:

He’d probably get scared for a whole minute. He definitely didn’t expect that. But would ask you questions about it, like the whole process you went through and if it still hurts.

B-Bomb:

He would be the human representation of “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” to be honest. Even though you spark with your cute appearance (according to him), he knew you had a secret... or two.

Jaehyo:

Would probably stare longer than expected. Wants to ask you out about everything but looses his confidence and starts to stutter. You have to make sure that it’s okay that he asks you stuff.

U-Kwon:

Oh this innocent boy wouldn’t have thought about it in a million years. On the inside he’s totally freaking out but on the outside he’s trying to soothe you and wants you to know that he likes them.

Kyung:

His facial expression after your reveal it would be a mix of embarrassment, shock and joy. He wouldn’t really know how to react. Probably will thank you for sharing this with him.

Zico:

He would be like “???”. You haven’t showed him til now? How rude?? But would honestly let you know how much he likes them. Also asking if it would hurt, when he’d be touching them.

P.O:

I can see him accidentally laughing, because he’s in shock. “Babe, what is that.” Acting like he didn’t knew what’s up. Not gonna lie, he’s out there ruining the mood.

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block b m.list

Imagines

Zico

Taeil

B Bomb

Jaehyo

U Kwon

Kyung

P.O

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Giving Block B Head Under the Table:

Taeil:

B-Bomb:

Jaehyo:

U-Kwon:

Kyung:

Zico:

P.O:

BONUS:

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14. “am i your lockscreen?” “you weren’t supposed to see that.” + park kyung

“am i your lockscreen?” you asked as you sat next to him in the studio, catching a glimpse of the selfie you had sent him the other day on snapchat.

a ghost of a smile spread across his face and his cheeks went pink. he hid his phone away quickly. 

“you weren’t supposed to see that,” he mumbled, his eyes staying trained on his computer where his work was now the last thing on his mind.

you giggled as you pulled your own phone out to show him the picture of the two of you that you kept as your own lockscreen.

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How Block B Would be like after sex

P.O: He Would be really shy. He rest his body next to you and let you rest your head on his chest while he run his fingers through your hair. He can’t stop smiling while looking at you and then start kissing you again.

Jaehyo: Still kissing you, asking you if you need anything or want something to eat and then he makes a bath ready for you two because he is a cheesy sweetheart.

Kyung: I can see him being the type that Would Carry your tired body from where your did it to the place you needed. (Like, you did it in the couch and carried you to the bed or you did it in the bedroom and carried you to the shower with him.) He Would make sure, you were taken care of and ask you if he did a good job 😂

Taeil: He Would make sure you were comfortable, getting the cover over you two and hold you. You two were talking till you both falls asleep.

Zico: He lays beside you, while talking to you about nothings. He let you cool off and catch your breath then you fall asleep next to each other.

U-kwon: He Would make sure that you have catched your breath before he ask you What What you wanna do. ”Are you hungry?” ”Will you join me in the shower?” ”Do you wanna play video games?” Anything while he still can be affectionate to you.

B-bomb: He Would tell you How Amzing you are and kiss you all the way down to the neck, hoping to get a Round 2.

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BLOCK B AS TYPES OF AMONG US PLAYERS

p.o: *vents in front of everyone*

kyung: the detective

taeil: the 3rd impostor

yukwon: "i was on cams"

zico: the actual impostor

bbomb: *never does tasks*

jaehyo: *dies first*

[coffee-and-kpop]

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Something shifted in the air, the moment you handed your ticket to the little costumed joker and took a step forward. It wasn’t physical, and yet you could feel this change pressing into your chest, like the dull weight of someone’s knee. Crushing your legs, down, down. Sitting on top of you until you were struggling to breathe.

The uneasiness you’d felt only moments before was back as you stepped onto your chosen path. Something was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Something was wrong with this carnival and the little man dressed as a joker, who was looking more and more contorted by the minute. More and more demonic by the minute. But you’d sold your soul, you’d paid your price, and now you were headed forwards. There was no going back, no leaving the carnival now. Now you were headed towards your destination, the carousel, an uneasy determinedness coating you.

The moment you stepped up to the carousel, the lights flickered on. Instead of happy animals, angry glares from wild, flaming horses, evil snarls from hellhounds with glistening red eyes, and dozens more menacing ceramic beasts stared you down, individually, as the ride began to turn.  Melodic, eerie music beings to play over crackling speakers.

The ride never goes past a snail’s, creeping around in circles on straining hinges. The music seems to be slowed down, the melodies inching out of the sound system. Time itself, it seems, is slowly down.

“Hop on,” a voice calls. You’re startled, at first, noticing the man who called out to you is actually on the ride, when only moments before you were sure the whole thing had been empty. He’s sitting on a bench behind a flaming horse and a giant snake/lion monstrosity. His bench is flanked by two humanoid beasts with large horns and curling lion’s tails.

“I… who are you?” you call back. He makes a loop around before answering you.

“Don’t you trust me?” you’re intrigued, taking in his appearance between the sentient beasts before he passes you again. He seems to be tall and lean, with one leg crossed over the other. His features are small, eyes almond shaped and piercing. He’s staring you down, but a gleam is in his pupils and a smirk of welcoming plays on his lips. He’s inviting you along on his ghastly ride.

“I’m Minhyuk,” he says when you’re face to face again. “Come on, Y/N, climb on and I’ll show you all the answers you seek.”

Time seems to stop, freeze, because suddenly this man - Minhyuk - is right in front of your face, holding out his hand for you. You knew you should give it some thought, carefully consider your options, but instead your gut takes over and you immediately grab his hand.

Before Minhyuk can even settle you onto the bench beside him, you find yourself in a bedroom.

You call it this, because that’s mostly what it contains. Numerous beds, couches, giant chairs, even pillowed palettes on the floor. And laying on one of the largest beds, his head propped up by his arms, is Minhyuk, flashing you that same welcoming smirk. On the walls, hundreds of pictures of naked women are strung up, all contorting into different, exposing positions.

While he’d been clad in a light blue button down shirt and black jeans on the carousel, he was laying before you completely naked. You took in the large tattoos, one on either side of his chest, of giant horns leading from his pecs to his shoulders.

Your eyes travel downwards, to his hard abs, and then to his even harder erection. His member was angry, red, begging to be touched.

“What… what am I doing here?” you gasped, trying to take in everything around you at once.

“They sent you here to help me, so that I don’t have to do anything,” Minhyuk lifts his eyebrows down at his raging erection. “Wouldn’t you like to be in complete control, just this once?”

You timidly take a few steps towards the bed, and consequently him. It’s as if there’s an invisible string running from you to Minhyuk, and he’s pulling it tighter and tighter, all without moving.

“Come on, baby. Make me feel good,” he whispers, and you realize you’re right beside the bed.

“Shut up,” you snap, surprising yourself. A wave of dominance washes over you as you speak, causing your core to flood with need and wanton desire. You wanted nothing more than to control Minhyuk, to use him as you please.

“That’s right, baby,” Minhyuk smirks again as you grip his fingers in yours. “You’re going to be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“I said,” you gritted out through clenched teeth, suddenly naked yourself. Your eyes bore into Minhyuk, knowing that he was responsible, somehow. You threw your leg onto the bed, over him, so that you were straddling him. With your next words, you reached behind you and thumbed the slit of Minhyuk’s head harshly. “Shut up.”

Minhyuk groaned, whimpered. You noticed cuffs along strapped to the headboard of the bed, and you forced each of his wrists into them. He seemed to be weak, whimpering underneath everything you did, but you could see that gleam of strength in his eyes. He was enjoying this, this lazy display from him. He wanted you to do everything.

You teased Minhyuk for hours, time rolling by slower than the pace of a sloth. Minhyuk was a whimpering mess under you, still. He begged for you, to be inside you. But you wouldn’t give in, no matter how desperate his pleas became.

You’d start at his balls, suckling each one tenderly into your mouth, leaving his length completely unattended. You passively caressed each with your tongue, languid. All of your moves were lazy, making sure he felt each and every one. After a while, you’d leave his glistening balls to finally lick up his shaft, base to tip. The shudder that travelled throughout his entire body at this moment made you grin every time.

Minhyuk would be panting by this point, hands straining against their bonds in the attempt to reach you, his cock, or both. He’d curse on some occasions, on others he’d just moan. At desperate times, he’d whimper out a small plead or a prayer of your name.

You wouldn’t give in, instead nursing the tip of him with your lips, breaching his slit with your tongue. You’d pull away after a minute of this, the tip of your tongue slightly salty from his bead of pre-cum.

The suddenly moment when you took him in your mouth, slowly, swallowing him a centimeter at a time, had Minhyuk bucking into your mouth for more. Or, trying to, at least. He learned the first time that a thrust into your mouth would force you to start the agonizing process all over again. So his hips only made tortured ruts, his feeble attempt at trying to remain still.

Swallowing around him was pure ecstacy. You loved the feeling of him, the taste of him, the whimpers that were assaulting your ears. You were in every bit of control of him, your mouth taking him in as far possible.

Removing yourself from him was even slower, more torturous. You loved watching him writhe; you couldn’t help yourself.

You’d continue this a few more times, apathetically pumping him with a loose hand in between taking him into your mouth.

Once he broke the rule of being quiet, once he started pleading and begging and crying out in obvious torture, you straddled him. Looking straight into his pleading eyes, you moved your lips up and down his dick, your clit rubbing against the velvet of his skin. It was the most perfect friction; he fit you perfectly, and he wasn’t even inside of you. You rolled your hips up and down him, torpidly, feeling every twitch of his angry, pulsing member. He needed to cum so bad, and yet every time you’d denied him.

It was because, at this moment, at the moment he should be breaking, you looked down at your cores pressed together. His dick was glistening in your juices, your clit quivering against him He’d be sobbing, praying you give him the sweet release he needed. But when you glanced back up at him, you’d see that same spark of strength, that same gleaming, sarcastic determination. He had to be broken.

You you’d start the process again.

Hours upon hours rolled by, until you were both itchy, sweating. Delirious in your lewd want and need for the other. You couldn’t think straight. You tasted Minhyuk on your lips and in your mouth, on your tongue. Hours of denying him had left him permanently on your lips.

“I need you,” Minhyuk whispered, relenting, as you rubbed your pussy against him for the hundredth time. But you couldn’t give into him, not yet.

You climbed off, crawling on all fours to the upper part of the bed, right beside him. You twisted, shoving your glistening core into his line of sight, just out of any type of reach. He was stuck, bound, forced to watch you as your hands travelled the length of your body. You shoved two fingers inside of you, the other hand circling your clit greedily.

You humped your fingers, never breaking contact with Minhyuk’s face. He watched your fingers instead, transfixed as your pace sped up, faster and faster, until you hunched over, your entire body going rigid. Waves and waves of delicious pleasure shot through you, your juices coating your fingers and thighs and the sheets of the bed.

Minhyuk hissed and licked his lips. You took your time coming down from your high, took even more time removing your fingers from yourself. You placed one on Minhyuk’s lips, but snatched it away before he could fully taste you.

“Please,” Minhyuk whispered, so quietly you could barely hear him, almost defeated. Almost. The strength would never leave his eyes, but you were determined to try.

You slammed yourself onto him, letting him fill you up. It only took a few roles of your hips. You held onto his chest tightly as he spurted cum inside of you.

***

Hours later, you were still in bed. In fact, you’d decided you would never leave this bed. You’d stay here for eternity, and so would Minhyuk. He rolled his head to the side, in the same position he’d been the entire time. His wrists were red from the restraints you’d taken off of him.

“Who are you?” you whispered, glancing at him from your place on the pillow. You were too tired to reach over and touch him, but his fingers found yours at your side were your bodies were pressed together.

“I already told you my name,” he smirked again, squeezing your hand. “I’m Minhyuk.”

But, you could detect something, right there beneath the surface. Something sinister, swirling beneath his skin like a raging black abyss. A void, abysmal, all within his veins. So you pressed him again, hesitantly, half under your breath in the semiconscious hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

“Wh… what are you?”

He raises an eyebrow and slowly, so slowly it takes years and years, he lifts your hand up and kisses it. It takes even longer for your hands to fall back to your sides. You were stunned, shaken to your core by the evil glint you saw, for only a moment, twinkle across his features during that eternity. And then, he smirked.

“I am Belphegor. And this,” he motioned around the bedroom with his chin, too exhausted to lift any other part of his body. You take in the dozens of beds, futons, settees, bean bags. All places of promise to spend hours upon hours, breaking the gleam from his eyes. “This is what happens when you sell your soul to Sloth.”

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zico: i have weapons other than my height.

kyung: what, your super tough flow?

zico, suddenly holding a butter knife: no.

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Block B “S/O wears their hoodie”

Ask:  Can I request a reaction with block b and their s/o is wearing their hoodie? I really like you're writting style~ Sry for my not so good english but its 2am here and I'm tired ;-

Zico/Jiho:

You walked into his studio, holding two coffee cups. The sleeves of Jiho’s sweater that you stole slipped down slightly but you weren’t bothered. You handed him his coffee and he glanced at your hand, recognizing the sleeve. Looking at you, he smiled and saw how the sweater looked over your jeans. It wasn’t a big deal to him, you took his sweater and you looked good in it. 

“You look good in that.” 

Kyung:

He came home late, not expecting you to be up and was thoroughly surprised to see you curled up with your book on the couch. It surprised him even more to see the hood of his hoodie over your head and not much else on you. Kyung dropped his bag, a small smile playing on his lips. You peeked over your book, cocking an eyebrow at his fingers trailing over your legs. 

“Do you always wear my clothes when I’m not around?” 

Taeil:

Taeil had such a collection to pick from when it came to stealing his sweaters. You loved it and he loved catching you. He was feeding his fish when you subtley walked past and he noticed the familiar color out of the corner of his eye. Dropping the fish food, you noticed him start to chase after you and you gave him a literal run for his money. Finally, he had you pinned on the floor with his hands agressively tickling your sides. 

“I warned you to stop stealing my sweaters, but you don’t listen.” 

Jaehyo:

He didn’t notice that you had been sleeping in his hoodie until the morning. You were curled into his chest, burried in the material of his hoodie and chuckled to himself, not wanting to wake you yet. Deciding against it, he poked you and woke you up, stroking your hair softly. 

“So is this something you always do? Or is it just to tempt me?” 

U-Kwon:

You walked into the practice room admiring the hard work everyone was putting into their dancing. You had brought everyone food and thrown on the first thing you could find, his sweater. He noticed  you and smiled, seeing the sweater he loved on you and the bags of food in your hand. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. Ukwon loved it when you wore his clothes. 

“Did you wear this on purpose? Or is this a coincidence?” 

B-Bomb/Minhyuk:

You walked into your shared bedroom, only innhis sweater and your underwear, getting ready for bed. Minhyuk looked at you, his eyes trailing to your bare legs and he pulled you into his chest. Lifting the fabric slightly, he exposed more your skin. You always looked so sexy in his clothes, even if you were trying to be comfortable. He kissed you gently, making you smile while he played with the fabric.

“You look damn good in my clothes. So effortlessly sexy.”

P.O/Jihoon:

Jihoon played with the sleeves of your sweater, mindlessly as he watched tv. He glanced over to you, noticing it was his sweater and not yours. Smiling, he pinched your cheeks, cooing over you as if you were the most precious thing alive and to him you were. 

“You can have all my sweaters as long as you look this cute in all of them.”